#ft. charizard

[juvian]

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ! 🔥

Mine - Do not repost!

Okay here me out ! I would have love to put something for Happy but couldn’t find something matching both Happy and Natsu :( except Meowstic but I couldn’t imagine that at all, Happy is now Rotom jcndjdnd

Charizard, oblivious choice it may not be a dragon type but that’s literally a fire dragon and of course he would be named Igneel

Turtonator is the real fire dragon here and I thought Natsu would find him cool, I also love his signature move, Shell trap.

Dramanitan, Darumaka gives me KemoKemo vibes so my mind could get him out of my mind, but Natsu Battles so much that it for sure evolved.

Rotom, don’t tell me Natsu would scare Lucy at least once a day with this little guy, every visit he would be like hide! And he would hide in a appliances like Rotom does and just jumpscared Lucy everytime, and went she’s like ‘’I won’t fall for your trick again’’ she will cause instead of her fridge it would be her fan instead 😭 hdbdhdh His favorite appliance is of course Rotom heat ❤️

Hydrapple, I have a specific scene in head for this choice. Imagine him and Lucy on their aventure, and they find an apple tree Natsu try to take a bite of an apple but Lucy screams ‘’WAIT Natsu that’s a Pokémon’’ and he thinks it’s so cool that a fruit is a Pokémon and would go for the bad ass evolution, cause he like powerhouse that look cool

Finally Tyrantrum, one of my first choice for him on my old edit and though I should bring it back cause it look so cool he would love it.

Anyway yeah I may not explain my choice for every team I make, but I needed to for him, for my own brain cjdbjdndn

[itscooltoskate]

It's the wtt mask for me

[kxsagi]

Omg bllk boys when there s/o loves collecting things especially cds and Pokémon cards or blind box toys :3

“𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮)”

a/n: i personally love collecting hirono dolls! (i have two from japan heheh)

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro

isagi yoichi

isagi loves that you collect things because he’s totally a collector at heart (he just collects wins). he’s the type to get really into it and starts learning about all the things you collect just so he can surprise you with something cool one day. 

if you open a new sonny angel blind box and get a rare one, he’s the first to cheer you on like “let’s gooooo! that’s so cool!” he’s genuinely excited for you. 

when you show him your pokémon cards, he’s like, “wait… do you have a charizard?” and if you don’t, he’ll lowkey research how to get one for you. 

he also loves going to record shops with you. you’ll make it a date to hunt for vintage CDs, and he’ll even hold the bag of your finds like a proud boyfriend. sometimes he plays the CDs you collect during your car rides, totally vibing with the music you love. 

itoshi rin

rin’s a little confused at first. he’s like, “you collect… toys?” but honestly, he loves seeing how excited you get about it. especially when you get a new blind box toy, he’ll crack a smile watching you open it and tease you with a small “you’re so cute with all your little figurines.” 

he’s not as into it as isagi, but he’s very protective of your collection. if anyone dares to touch your pokémon cards or mess with your toys, rin’s immediate reaction is to step in like, “touch that again and i’ll kick your ass.” it’s a whole protective mode. 

loves seeing the sonny angel figures on your shelf and may even ask about their names and backstories. it’s not like he’s into them, but he’s curious about how you organize them, and secretly, he finds them kinda cute when you get excited about one of your rare finds. 

rin’s also lowkey a hoarder (because he gets sentimental easily), so he ends up accidentally collecting things himself after a while. his first “collection” is probably the stupid keychains you buy for him when you’re out shopping together. he’ll keep them in his bag, but pretend it’s not a big deal. 

bachira meguru

bachira is all in when it comes to your collection, but his reaction is a little more chaotic. he’s always asking to see your new things, and he’ll take one of your toys and make up elaborate backstories for them, naming them something completely ridiculous. one of your sonny angels might suddenly be named “bubble snuggle.” 

the vibe: “yo, this CD? it’s lit. let’s listen to it on repeat. i’m vibing, baby.” 

actually, he doesn’t have any CDs. he doesn’t really collect stuff like that, but he does love the experience of exploring with you, especially the hunt for rare toys. he’ll hype you up when you get something rare, literally jumping in excitement with you. 

he’s also super sneaky. if you’re missing a toy from your collection, he’ll try to get it for you as a surprise. the way he presents it is cute though. he’ll be like, “did you mean to get this one? or was it just a random thing that came in the mail for you?” and act so innocent when you find out he was the one who ordered it. 

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t get your collection at first, but he watches you with a half-smile whenever you’re carefully unboxing a toy or flipping through a new CD. once he understands that it makes you happy, he actually gets really into it. 

the first time you show him your pokémon cards, he’s like “huh… so, there’s a whole market for these?” and he’ll ask if you’ve ever sold any rare ones. secretly, he starts learning about the market and casually suggests how you could make money off your collection. but it’s not like he doesn’t also enjoy the weird joy you get from collecting. 

smiski toys are a whole vibe for him. he’ll be like “this one’s supposed to bring good vibes?” and watch how you position them around the house like they’re special little guardians. it’s like you’re a wizard and he’s intrigued by the magic of it all. 

once he gets it, he’ll sometimes randomly bring home CDs or cute collectibles for you, and it’ll be super chill. “i found this in a store. thought you’d like it.” he won’t say much more than that, but it’s his way of showing he’s paying attention. 

kaiser michael

kaiser is 100% into it, but in a more arrogant way. he’ll tell you, “wow, your collection is nice, but have you seen mine?” and then pull out some obscure, rare thing from his own collection that he knows will impress you. he has a ton of obscure vinyls and signed soccer jerseys. 

when you open a new blind box toy, he’ll lean in, pretending to care, but then it turns into a competition. “is it rare? i bet mine is rarer.” and if you pull something cool, he’s like, “looks like you have taste after all.” 

keeps tabs on your collection because if anyone tries to mess with it, you’ll hear about it. “who touched your toys? tell me now.” 

sends you random stuff: new pokémon cards he found in a store, or rare sonny angel figures from a collector’s market. "i thought you'd like this." kaiser likes the idea of giving you rare, limited edition things, so you always know he’s got his eye out for stuff he thinks you’ll love. 

nagi seishiro

nagi is so into this. a total gacha addict, he’s all about the thrill of collecting random stuff, especially blind box toys and pokémon cards. he treats it like a game, but instead of leveling up, it’s all about pulling rare items. 

when you open a blind box, he’s glued to your side, trying to guess what you'll get. he makes up little stories for each toy, like they’re characters in some weird game, and gets way too into it. 

he doesn’t show it, but he loves seeing your reaction when you pull something rare. “lucky you,” he says, but you can tell he’s lowkey stoked. 

when you’re out shopping for new stuff, he’ll insist on coming with you, but only to try his luck on the gacha machines. “i bet i get something better than you.” 

his room? full of cards, toys, and random gacha stuff. he’s never selling them, though, he just hoards them quietly, claiming it’s “for fun.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[yewlania]

Daily Friede Day 5: Charizard Superfans (ft. Fuecoco!)

[shih-coulda-had-it]

snippet from the starter pokemon ofa au, ft. duo holders & their dragon-turned-fat hedgehog mole thing (Cyndaquil!). wc: ~550

a/n: Cyndaquil Community Day 2024, I will never forget you being timed for a literal 108 F heat wave. THREE SHINY CYNDAQUIL, AND NOT A ONE OF THEM 3-STARRED.

//

The first thing Kudou realized was that Yoichi’s big fucking dragon was gone. The second thing Kudou realized was the tiny, stubby-limbed thing squirmed between him and Yoichi, whose snores were being unusually muffled. And the last thing Kudou realized before he would bolt upright was the spattering of open flames that flickered on and off in quick succession.

“Fuck--! Yoichi--!” he yelled, and instinctively shoved Yoichi away. His alarm woke up the creature, who let out a tiny screech and wobbled up on all fours, whose back ignited into a steady flame this time.

“Charizard!” Yoichi gasped, and then froze. One of his long-fingered hands clutched for his belly. Quick calculations went on behind those green eyes, and he nearly was too late to prevent Kudou from yanking his gauntlet on and training its sights onto the creature. “No, wait! Kudou, wait!”

They wrestled for the gauntlet’s straps.

“Get your meta ability to eat it!”

“That is my meta ability!” Yoichi exclaimed, and Kudou was so stunned, he accidentally let Yoichi clip his jaw with a pointy elbow. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry--”

“It changed forms again?”

“Well, I…” Yoichi hesitated. He was sprawled over Kudou, limbs comically attempting to wrap him up, and from this angle, Kudou could hardly read the man’s expression. They heaved for breath; Kudou thought his head was ringing, just a little. “Um… Leader… do you feel alright?”

“No?” Incredulity colored his response. “There’s some kind of rat in our bed, and it’s on fire, like your… meta ability…”

“My brother’s meta ability--”

“No. No. Don’t tell me.”

The creature stumbled in the sheets, attempting to approach. Its squat stature did not permit it to overcome one particular crease, and it tripped with a piteous little wail. Seeing it sprawled out on its belly, frustratedly squeaking, stirred some measure of sympathy in Kudou’s heart.

“It’s so cute,” Yoichi cooed, apparently enthralled.

“Why is your meta ability now mine, that’s the bigger issue!” Kudou cringed away from Yoichi as his now-lover scooped up the creature with zero fear, and plopped it on Kudou’s chest. It felt like a fuzzy hot water bottle. It squeaked again.

“What’s its name?”

“How’d you know Charizard’s? Bruce and I could guess how you got Charmeleon out of the lizard’s sounds, but Charizard’s were way more incoherent.”

“Mm,” Yoichi hummed, and carefully rubbed the creature’s fine-haired scalp with a finger. “I suppose it came from the bond. Do you feel it? Between you and… whatever One for All is now?”

Kudou frowned. He closed his eyes, and tried to isolate his immediate feelings of shock and worry from… aha. It had been so difficult to explain to Yoichi what meta abilities, naturally-appearing ones at least, felt like to their users’ innate senses. Gearshift was something like a gust of air, exhaled with deliberate attention, paired with a twinge in Kudou’s temple as he focused on a specific object.

One for All, apparently, felt like a crackling warmth in his core, and instantly, Kudou knew that he could replicate that otherworldly red bolt that Yoichi used to recall his meta ability to a different dimension. And then, he knew the creature’s name.

“Cyndaquil,” Kudou said aloud, and the fat little thing squeaked in acknowledgment. It nestled firmly by his collarbone. Never before had Kudou felt so gratified that Yoichi’s monster--Yoichi’s evidently transferable meta ability--wasn’t subject to mortal indignities.

“So cute,” Yoichi said again.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

── THE 1K FOLLOWER EVENT MASTERLIST

arctibax — dragon & ice — michael kaiser

turtonator — dragon & fire — sae itoshi

horsea — water — yo hiori

charizard — fire & flying — yo hiori (ft. kenyu yukimiya)

scovillain — fire & grass — shoei barou

chinchou — water & electric — tabito karasu

abomasnow — grass & ice — sae itoshi

corvisquire — flying — tabito karasu (ft. rensuke kunigami)

ribombee — bug & fairy — yoichi isagi

diggersby — normal & ground — noel noa

sableye — dark & ghost — michael kaiser

carbink — rock & fairy — rin itoshi

[bethanythebogwitch]

What your favorite Royal Knight says about you

Omegamon: You are so basic. Omegamon fans are to Digimon what Charizard fans are to Pokemon. Basic as hell and yet you've somehow gotten the whole franchise to pander to you

Magnamon: you are 5 ft negative 4 and ready to fistfight God

Dynasmon: you subconsciously kind of like the idea of someone being mean to you

Craniummon: you're lying. Nobody's favorite is Craniummon. He is easily the most forgettable of the bunch.

Duftmon: you're either a furry, you have an unhealthy in bad boys, or, the secret third option, both

Ulforce V-dramon: It's nice that you like V-Tamer, because Bandai clearly doesn't

Alphamon: liking the bad guy in your show does not actually make you an edgy subversive

Dukemon: either you really like the trope of someone struggling to be a hero despite their dark nature or Tamers was your favorite season. Either way, fair

Sleipmon: you're not necessarily a furry, but you are at least furry-adjacent

Gankoomon: how's that craving for a proper father figure going?

LordKnightmon: the meanest people around. These are the people who can meet someone for a second and instantly know how to traumatize them

Jesmon: you own at least one sword. It doesn't have to be a real sword, but it's certainly possible

Examon: I get the feeling people who love Examon are the same people who want to fuck Bowser

[goobersplat]

1990s Pokemon Toy Lot

(Image ID: Pokemon assorted toy lot ft. squirtle, bulbasaur, clefairy, pikachu, dragonite, snorlax, togapi, charizard, chameleon, and blastoise.)

[nerdknowledgepool]

Number 6 in the Dex, number 1 in the field (as long as you ignore Brock and Misty's gyms).

Charizard

Huge Beast, Unaligned

AC: 17 (Natural Armor)

HP: 153 (18d8 + 72)

Speed: 30 ft., fly 30 ft.

STR: 18 (+4)

DEX: 27 (+8)

CON: 19 (+4)

INT: 11 (+0)

WIS: 19 (+4)

CHA: 11 (+0)

Damage Immunities:

Fire

Damage Vulnerabilities:

Cold

Condition Immunities:

Prone, Charmed

Senses:

Passive Perception 21

Challenge:

13

TRAITS

Blaze: When Charizard is below half HP, its attacks deal double damage.

Drought: This creature emits an aura of aridity, drying the air close to it. Creatures within 100 feet must succeed a DC 11 Constitution Saving Saving Throw at the start of their turn or take 1d10 Necrotic Damage. If this deals 10 Damage, the creature also gains 1 level of Exhaustion.

ACTIONS

Rage: Melee Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 19 (3d6 + 8) Bludgeoning Damage. Charizard must succeed a DC 13 Intelligence Saving Throw or it must take the Rage action again on its next turn.

Slash: Melee Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 15 (2d6 + 8) Slashing Damage.

Fire Blast (Recharge 5-6): Charizard breathes a plume of intense fire onto the battlefield. Creatures in a 25 foot cone must make a DC 18 Dexterity Saving Throw, taking 8d6 Fire Damage on a failed save or half as much on a success.

Fire Spin: Ranged Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 30/70 ft., one target. Hit: 15 (2d6 + 8) Fire Damage. This attack ignites the space beneath the target, and a creature starting its turn in this area takes 3d6 Fire Damage. On hit, the target must succeed a DC 18 Dexterity Saving Throw or have its movement reduced to 0.

[rougepancake]

The Summoning (chapter two)

Ft. Leon x F! Gym leader! Reader

series m.list

SUMMARY: yapsesh with the champion

Leon awoke to find himself in a setting that he didn’t quite recognize. The room he was in was eerie, yet beautiful. He turned his head to see his Charizard sitting next to him. Relief washed over him at the sight. If Charizard was here, then that meant he was safe.

Slowly, he sat up, inspecting the state of his clothes. He felt so incredibly cold, and the sound of the rain outside only chilled him further. Wait. It was still raining. Intensely at that. Leon turned to look out the window of the room, gasping softly at the sight of glowing mushrooms and ferns. Suddenly he had remembered why he had come to Ballonlea.

“Y-You’re awake…” the sound of a boy’s voice met his ears, and he turned quickly to see who it belonged to. He’d never forget the look of that mask.

“You must be Allister,” Leon leaned forward to get a better look at him, but the boy shied away. “That must mean…”

“Y/n isn’t here right now, b-but she told me to tell you to make yourself a-at home…” Allister fidgeted before leaving, closing the door behind him, leaving Leon in awe. So it was you that had come to save him. If he were being honest, he thought you had a gorgeous house. It perfectly portrayed your grace with your Pokémon. He admired that.

After a few more moments of sitting there, he decided to get up and take a look around. There was a bathroom connected to the bedroom, as well as a towel folded neatly on the counter with a note on it that read ‘Hospitality is key. For the time being, what’s mine is yours.’ He didn’t know you all too well, but he was thankful for your kindness towards him. He looked behind him and gasped at the sight of the shower. It was glorious! He looked back at the towel and sighed. There was no harm in him taking a shower as long as he locked the door. Plus he desperately needed to feel warm. So, he reached over, locked the door, and began undressing.

While Leon was enjoying the warmth the water provided, you were out in the rain looking for answers. Through research you would be able to understand the current phenomena that was occurring across the region, and through research you’d save innocent lives. Regardless of what Rose had said, you were going to follow through. He had no real jurisdiction over you and he knew it. In fact, he hardly had any control over the gym leaders of Galar. They ran things as they pleased, just barely staying within the guidelines for their gyms. He encouraged the difference in gyms, and was all for expressiveness until it no longer benefited the region.

What you couldn’t wrap your head around was how quickly he had shut you down. You knew what you were talking about, so why hadn’t he listened? The more you thought about it, you noticed that he wasn’t too fond of wild dynamaxing. But who was? That didn’t mean that he had to be an ass about things.

You squinted and looked upwards, watching as the rain continued to fall. Thunder echoed throughout the Glimwood Tangle, sending whatever Pokémon that weren’t in hiding running away. Documenting this storm was something that you weren’t equipped to do, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t observe the weather patterns. The clouds were moving fast, heading south west in the direction of Hammerlocke. Their formation was odd, however, as they seemed to swirl as they moved. They were spiraling, forming mini twisters as they moved.

Your hand clutched your umbrella’s handle as you stood there. You needed to get back to the house. But you also needed to call Professor Magnolia. Even if she strictly studied Pokémon, she could still help you identify what was going on. At the very least she could provide you with some hypotheses about it all. You checked your watch and sighed. It was time to head back.

No Pokémon accompanied you on your lonely walk home, only adding insult to injury. The rain showed no signs of letting up any time soon. It actually seemed to fall harder with each step you took. After a couple minutes, Ballonlea came into sight. The glowing shrubbery looked gorgeous through the rain, a sight that you would never get tired of.

Carefully, you walked along the stone path towards your house. It was off to the side of the town, hidden behind a few tall mushrooms and bushes. You noticed when you got to the door that it was unlocked. Allister must have sensed that you would be coming back soon. You smiled as you shook out your umbrella. You had never really been fond of children, but Allister had made himself an exception.

“Child? I’m back,” you checked your watch as you stood in the entryway to the house. “It’s quite late for him… I bet he’s asleep.” A sigh escaped you. You bent down to take off your shoes, setting them to the side neatly before taking another step. A squelching sound echoed into the air with each step you took. It was going to take you years to properly dry out your uniform.

You slipped off your shirt and tossed it to the side. Because of the rain, it had been plastered onto your body, making it a pain to get off. Once you adjusted to the room’s temperature, you headed towards your room to get changed into something less wet than your uniform. You figured that Leon was up by now, and stopped by to check on him after you changed. The door to the guest room was closed, so you gave a gentle knock before opening the door.

To the surprise of both you and Leon, you made eye contact with one another. He moved quickly to properly cover himself, a sheepish smile gracing his lips. He had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, giving you a full view of his abs. He was stocky and muscular, much unlike his lanky counterpart. You felt inclined to stare, but turned around with a hand covering your eyes. If you were being honest, you couldn’t have cared less about his appearance. He wasn’t ugly by any means, you just weren’t attracted to him.

“Well I’m glad to see that you’re still alive,” you spoke nonchalantly, looking over your shoulder to see Leon struggling to put on his— still very much wet— uniform shirt. “Oh don’t worry about that. I’ll just throw those in the wash while you’re drying off.” He froze and chuckled uncomfortably, but relaxed a little upon seeing that you didn’t care.

“Thanks mate,” he muttered, handing you the uniform without meeting your eyes. He then sat down on the bed and buried his face in his hands. His ears were a bright shade of red, and he did his best to hide that from you. A chuckle escaped you as you left the room. How silly he could be. Did he not recognize your indifference? You went behind the stairs to the laundry room, carefully unfolding his clothes and tossing them into the washer. Out of curiosity you had checked the size, wanting to see if it was supposed to be that tight of a fit or if the champion just wanted to show off his physique.

While you were doing that, Leon was upstairs absolutely losing his shit. He flopped backwards and buried his face in one of the pillows, making sure to hold it close to his face so you couldn’t hear him. Once he was sure he was good, he let out a squeal similar to one of a boy crazy teenage girl. He should have locked the bedroom door! Then he would have been spared the embarrassment of you catching him in such a vulnerable state!

You scared the shit out of him again by throwing some old clothes at him. He jumped and sat upright immediately, making sure the towel didn’t fall and show you more than you needed to see. “Get dressed. I’ve got a few things I’d like to ask you.” You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed. It was then that he noticed that the rain had eased up some.

Slowly, he nodded, grabbing the clothes and heading to the bathroom to change. You had given him an old hoodie with the ghost type sigil on it, as well as some matching sweatpants. How they had fit him, he had no idea, but they were quite comfortable. Once he was done, he headed downstairs to the living room. It was quite big, and well decorated. Your sense of style was impressive.

His eyes scanned the room, stopping when they landed on you. You were leaned forward in your chair, your arms resting on your thighs as if you were lost in thought. Hesitantly, Leon cleared his throat, not wanting to startle you.

“Just sit down,” you replied, not sparing him a look. He sat down and you leaned back, running your hand through your wet hair. “First of all, I knew you were bad with directions and all, but I had no bloody idea that someone could get that lost. I’m actually kind of impressed. Especially since the path leading to Ballonlea is pretty evident,” you snickered and looked at him. “That leads me to my first question. What led you to Ballonlea?”

Leon smiled, his grin lighting up the room. “I wanted to talk to you about what you said earlier at the meeting,” he paused, “but I wanted to focus on the child you’re mentoring.” He leaned forward, maintaining eye contact with you. “What you said about his premonitions… was that true?”

“Of course it was,” you said calmly. “Why lie about something that could be so detrimental to the fate of the region?” You shook your head and crossed your legs. “He receives them in the form of dreams, but only fragments. It takes him a while to fully piece things together before he tells me. If he chooses to, that is. Allister is quite shy.” A sigh escaped you. “Are you worried about what he saw?”

“Well…” he didn’t know how much he could tell you, “I wanted to tell you that you shouldn’t take up responsibility for researching this thing.” He bit his lip and looked down, twiddling his thumbs. “There are professionals that are already working to get things under control at Rose Tower in Wyndon, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

You observed him closely, a small smile forming on your lips. “And what makes you say that?” you tilted your head. There was more to this story, you knew it. He just needed to open up.

“It’s dangerous—“ he stopped himself. “If what Allister saw turns out to be true, then things will become very dangerous. The Chairman and I don’t want anyone that isn’t qualified to fight to get involved—“

“I’m more than capable of fighting a dynamaxed Pokémon, thank you champion,” you interrupted him with a judgmental stare. “As are the other gym leaders. In fact, anyone on that accursed list would be considered qualified to take down a wild dynamaxed Pokémon.” Yo sighed and leaned forward, causing him to look up and meet your gaze. He looked slightly anxious, but still upheld that champion expression. “You say there are professionals working on it, but what am I to do if one appears in the Glimwood Tangle? Or even here in Ballonlea?”

“You defend the town, of course,” he smiled weakly and shook his head. He had forgotten how stubborn you could be. “All I’m saying is that it’s not a good idea to interfere with the research that is being conducted across the region. I trust that you will do your best to keep the area safe.”

“But?”

“Pardon?” He raised a brow, slightly taken aback.

“There’s more, I can tell. You wouldn’t come all this way just to tell me that I shouldn’t conduct a little research. It simply doesn’t make sense.” His eyes widened as you spoke. “I’m not going to force you to tell me, don’t worry. I’ll figure it out eventually.” You sighed and leaned back once again. This time you relaxed into your seat, resting your head against your hand. “Moving on— do you know if Milo is seeing anyone?”

Leon choked, laughing at your sudden change of topic. “I thought you and Gordie were… you know,” he smiled.

“Oh no darling, Gordie is pursuing Nessa. They’ve been working together a lot recently due to their modeling careers. Well, Gordie is a part time model but that’s a minor detail,” you waved your hand dismissively. “Oh what about Raihan? That man is a walking drama queen. I think it’d be interesting if he found someone, don’t you?” You paused and chuckled. “I apologize. This is very unprofessional of me,” you winked.

“No worries,” he returned your wink. “And about Raihan… he’s… well I’m not sure. He’s pursued people before, but it’s never really gone anywhere. He’s quite the womanizer, if you ask me.”

“Hmm… interesting. It’s amazing that women are even drawn to him,” you rolled your eyes, “he’s pretty full of himself for constantly losing to the both of us.” Leon couldn’t help but chuckle at your words. “Anyways back to Milo. He’s way too good looking to be single. All those muscles and no one to show them off to?”

“What about Kabu? He’s quite muscular himself, don’t you think?”

“Oh well yes and no. He’s lean, you know? He’s got the build of a man that does CrossFit every morning, while Milo has the build of a man that was made for heavy lifting. Oh speaking of Kabu! I’m pretty sure he and Melony had a fling ages and ages ago. They always seem so awkward around each other that it would make sense if at one point in time they were more than friends,” you moved your hands as you spoke, connecting the pieces in your mind.

“What do you think of Piers?” Leon continued to smile. It was nice to not talk about work for a change. He enjoyed talking about nothing in particular with you, a person that he had thought was constantly regal. It was nice.

“Piers? I think he’s sweet. And I quite like his music. I just wish people from Spikemuth didn’t get such a bad rap. It’s unfortunate, really. Especially since his younger sister is looking into joining the gym challenge.” You sighed again, your eyebrows furrowing as you thought. “What about your brother? You do have one, right? I can’t remember…”

“I do,” he nodded at the mention of Hop. “He’s quite eager to join the challenge. It seems like every time I’m back home in Postwick he’s begging me to endorse him…”

“And why haven’t you?”

“I’m a little worried that he’s not ready for such a big commitment. The only reason he wants to battle is so he can face me. He watches all of my battles and studies them closely, but that doesn’t mean that he’s ready. All he has is his Wooloo. Nothing else.” He frowned slightly. “I fear that if he makes it past Piers and gets to you, then he’ll lose all motivation.”

“Oh I see. So you think it’s too difficult for him?” You nodded in thought. “Well the whole point of the gym challenge is to grow with each gym you challenge. By the time he gets to me, who knows how strong he’ll be? It’s the same with Piers’ sister. They may not be properly prepared now, but they will be by the time they reach Ballonlea.” The rain continued to fall gently against the roof. “When I started the challenge, all I had was Litwick. I’m sure you remember,” you chuckled.

“I do. I remember being impressed by how well you handled it,” he paused, “do they really drain the life force of those near it?”

“You know… I don’t think I ever figured that out.”

The two of you laughed loudly, but you stopped suddenly. You hopped up from your seat and smoothed out your clothes. “Forgive me. I forgot to check on Allister. I’ll be right back.” You checked your watch before leaving the room and heading upstairs. Allister was sleeping peacefully with Mimikyu, his mask resting on the nightstand beside the bed. Glow in the dark stars shone from their spot on the ceiling, creating an ambient light in the room. You smiled softly at the sight.

On your way back to the living room, you tossed Leon’s uniform into the dryer. It’d need to be ironed out later, but you’d get there when you felt like it.

“I’m back,” you spoke with a smile, taking your seat across from him once more.

“I wanted to ask you,” Leon looked down at the clothes you had given him. “Where did you get clothing that would fit me?”

“It’s merchandise from the gym. I had some stock sitting in the attic and decided to give you some. I guessed your size, but I guess that doesn’t matter now,” you shrugged. “Anyways, it’s quite late now, and I’ve got challengers to face tomorrow, so if you’ll excuse me—“

“Could I ask you one more question?” Leon rose to his feet, looking down at you curiously. You simply nodded in response, waiting patiently for him to find his words. “How come Allister lives with you?”

“Ah.” You bit the inside of your cheek and stood up, meeting his gaze. “Long story short, when he was four, a rampaging Pokémon broke into his house, killing his parents. Opal was close to his family and took him in after everything happened. When she passed, I assumed the role of his caretaker. He doesn’t know exactly what happened, but with his gift I bet he has an idea,” you sighed and turned away from him. “Well, goodnight Leon. I’d suggest that you stay overnight. Especially since the weather is rather unpredictable as of late. I’ll arrange for a flying taxi in the morning. Let me know if there are any other accommodations you need.”

“Right… goodnight y/n. I’ll see you in the morning.” Leon offered you a small smile. You could see his hand twitch, as if he wanted to bring it to your shoulder reassuringly. You nodded and walked past him up the stairs.

“Make sure that Charizard of yours doesn’t burn anything,” you warned before shutting yourself in your bedroom. As soon as you shut the door, you leaned against it and slid down to the floor, letting out a sigh of relief. Socializing always took a lot out of you. Exhaustion washed over you as you got up off the floor and started towards your bed.

That night you dreamt of the future of Galar. You saw Allister’s vision unfolding before your very eyes, and it scared you. The uncertainty of it all made for a horrible dream, causing you to wake with a start. The rain had stopped now, and the sounds of wildlife met your ears. Your breathing eventually steadied, your heart no longer racing. With a sigh, you rolled over and went back to sleep.

[samstronomy]

cringetober day 9: childhood video game ft pokémon except i only ever watched the animes (also collected cards) and i’m also a day late

eevee my favorite… and also vaporeon. and mimikyu. and charizard. and

CREDIT TO ICRYINK FOR THE PROMPT LIST!!!!

[pokemon-ash-aus]

I remembered that someone asked Abt how Ash and his Charizard relationship is in SM and I think u mentioned it was more complicated since SM!Ash is less patient with Charizard's attitude than his FT counterpart

Anyway how do the two of them make amends? Is it the same way as what we saw in the canon show/what I assume it happens in FT, or is it a bit different?

It'd be very different. Because Ash needs to make amends with Charizard now that Red and King are in the picture, there is no more putting it off. No more pretending that everything is fine.

[sdmsims]

i forgot to take a screenshot oh no

...yea. ignoring that, charizard wings for anon! ft a tail too bc it was also right there

BGC, conversions from ScarVio, under earrings and brow piercing

2 swatches each (normal and shiny)

feel free to recolor or edit the mesh, but please do not put these behind a paywall!

DL : SFS (no ads / free as always)

[doubleddenden]

Just for fun, I'm going to make an absolute WORST CASE scenario for Pokemon day (with sillies)

Pokemon decides to announce NFTs (they did put out a job listing for an NFT expert months ago)

Pokemon merch that's just more overpriced garbage. Shitty pastel tshirts that just have the pokemon logo stamped on the left breast area- $50, only goes to size XL.

Pokemon Go has way too much screen time for yet another Kanto fest

Pokemon Masters, Unite, and Cafe just won't end their trailers.

New tv show that's just a vague reality show about celebrities that liked Pokémon once, and it's more of an episodic celebrity biography show with one line or two about Pokémon. Not even fun ones, C tier at best. So, something like T@yl*r Sw*ft's boyfriend's football career, but one line about playing Blue for a few hours at his cousin's house.

Pokemon Home fees will increase

Pokemon Bank will close TODAY

Port of Red, Blue, Gold, Silver, Ruby, and Sapphire to NSO- you have to pay for online to access it over cloud- internet connection required, and for some reason you have to pay extra for them in a Pokémon exclusive expansion pass. No word of third versions. Does not include the events or Japan exclusives.

Black and White 1 remakes announced. It's chibi like BDSP, colors are dry and washed out, there's graphical errors in the trailer frames, they state BW2 specifically is not part of the remake, they promise tweaks to make the gameplay EASIER than ever. Parts of the game are made with AI and script rewritten by Chat GPT, with an error you spot easily in a trailer. Masuda has the remake game director's neck clenched tightly from the back. He looks at you and says "you will buy the games this time. This isn't a request." Japan pre-order exclusives are amazingly crafted Reshiram and Zekrom statues that even have light up tails and eyes, and also you get shiny versions of them only in the Japanese copies, US gets a cheap piece of paper with generic stock images of Pikachu and Charizard on it, everything is shiny locked for everywhere not Japan.

They tease a Legends game. You think it's going to be amazing, you think oh my god we're getting Legends Unova... wait, it looks Japanese, maybe LEGENDS CELEBI???...it's Legends......... KANTO, and it's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen after the clear lack of care put into their non gen 1 games since the Switch launched. A selling point is, once again, no new Pokémon after the og 151 so older fans can enjoy it better. Your starters are Charmander, Charmander, and Charmander, you might encounter Bulbasaur and Squirtle in post game. Your job is to stop EEEVIL outsiders from the rest of the regions with their newer Pokémon from settling into Kanto. Johto is having an awesome party next door with all the regions invited, but there's been a convenient landslide blocking the only way over. It's just reskinned Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee. Professor Oak is your age and putting moves on your mom.

Features a mythical Pokémon based on depression that looks like a tiny salary man, comes with its own movie featuring Ash as a depressed Millenial realizing he peaked at 10. He has to get a job. Pikachu is dying of old age and Ash has to "grow up" and release him and all of his other still living Pokémon. It cuts to real life, and Pokémon was just a game he has been playing for years to cope with his parents' divorce and eventually his own with Misty, then May, then Dawn, then Serena, then Goh, etc. Ash's dad is finally revealed: it's Chris Pratt with bad cgi wrinkles, back with milk. They go to the arcade to play Mario to stomp on some................................................................................................................................................................................... KOOPAS.

"Well that's all. Oh wait, one more thing!"

Ed Sheeran and T@yl*r Sw*ft music video featuring 1 Pikachu in a frame that can be easily edited out, with a song not even about Pokémon. The song sounds like shit and is about another breakup.

There, the bar has been lowered to the floor. It cannot get worse.

[hot-take-tournament]

HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT

POST PRE PRELIMINARY #92

Submission 136

simipour is the best pokémon ever, simipour’s design is nicer than many pokémon (ie giratina, charizard) and anyone that hates them is wrong

everyone talks about loving silly goofy guys but then no one likes simipour and idk how? they have done nothing wrong ever and can be useful when applied right. if i got to bring back ANY pokémon i would bring simipour back and then buff them to make them better than any pokémon ever. anyone who talks shit about simipour gets blown up in my mind.

Pre-preliminaries will be used to determine what qualifies as a hot take. Propaganda is encouraged!

Also, remember to reblog your favourite polls for exposure! (exposure like when you’re exposed to the fact that the KISS Scooby Doo crossover does actually exist, scarring you for life)

(nobody tell op that i talked mad shit about simipour last year)

Remember, the rule about staying away from my main blog still applies! I'm 100% serious about that.

[savebatswingaus]

Feelingshipping but they have wings. - Pokespe Wing AU (Oneshot)

Fic in the link above or under the cut. This is the last old fic I have to post here (I think) but it's my favorite, enjoy!

Blue Oak and Yellow are cute, oh and what's that?? Wings? Or, My sister's favorite (?) Pokespe ship ft. Wing au that comes out of nowhere.

Notes:

For StarthornFromScratch.

I was making this for my sister because she got sick but then *I* got sick as well, so I couldn't finish it before she got better. :,) Also I don't care Blue gets his old outfit because I like it better. Oh and I forgot what gender half the Pokemon here are, so I just called them "they" and "it" interchangeably. TWs: Descriptions of pain and all that. Maybe slight body horror? I don't really know how that works. (Also mild swearing but it's just a few words.)

Yellow slid down the side of the Charizard, his orange scales smooth enough for her to slip right off. Her feet hit the ground with a soft thump, the dirt muffling her landing to a comfortable pat. She turned back to the Pokemon and the boy on top of it, her hair swishing around her and narrowly missing hitting her in the face. 

She grinned up at the boy, his green eyes hidden slightly in the shadow of his hair. It was a rather ridiculous style to tell the truth, but she didn’t really have room to talk there and it’s not that she minded it. 

“Thanks for the ride!” She told the two of them. Both Pokemon and trainer nodded in response, but after a moment of awkwardly standing around, Blue opened his mouth.

“I, uh, wanted to tell you something,” he said, his voice both more unsure and quieter than usual. Yellow frowned, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was unlike him.

“What is it?” Yellow asked, studying Blue’s face in a way she hoped looked friendly from his perspective.

He blushed and her eyes widened, now that was really unlike him! Sure, Blue wasn’t some emotionless robot, but he didn’t show his emotions as often as most of the other people Yellow knew. There were exceptions of course but Blue wasn’t one to share such things as feelings.

Her thoughts were cut short as Blue spoke, “I was wondering if you could, well,” he scratched the back of his head, “I was thinking that maybe we could practice some training you know? Just like old times?” The last few words cracked slightly. His eyes darted about, and the blush on his face only darkened as Yellow nodded.

“Yeah that sounds fun,” she grinned, pausing for a bit too long before reaching for a Pokeball. Once she got her hands on it, she pulled out the one for Chu-Chu. Even though the electric type could be seen lying quite comfortably on the floor, Yellow felt a pang of guilt. She normally wouldn’t put the Pokemon in a Pokeball, as she wasn’t the most fond of the small spaces, but she hadn’t wanted Chu-Chu to fall when she and Blue were flying. She knew by the calmness in the Pokemon that she really hadn’t minded, but Yellow couldn’t help feeling a little bad.

A soft thump sounded behind her, and she looked up from the Pokeball to see Blue standing next to Charizard, he was holding his Pokedex in one hand and a Pokeball in the other. Yellow studied his stance, he looked confident again, and she briefly wondered why he had acted so strange just a second earlier. 

Blue looked up, probably having felt her gaze on him, and for a moment they locked eyes. His eyes were a rather pretty shade of green, but they did make Yellow wonder why his name was Blue and not Green. Ah well, probably better to have only one pretty person in the friend group named Green.

Yellow tore her eyes away from Blue, her face heating up as she looked down at the Pokeball in her hand. The Pikachu inside was now staring up at her with a sleepy expression on her face, Yellow just hoped she hadn’t noticed too much. The Pokemon was very keen on anything between people and Yellow knew that she wouldn’t hear the end of it if Chu-chu assumed she liked someone. Chu-Chu was her Pokemon, but sometimes she felt like a mother.

“Are you ready to go?” Blue asked, his voice brought Yellow out of her thoughts, it sounded kind of blank, but she knew that was just how he was. 

She turned to Blue, awkwardly smiling, she shook her head, “No, I’m not, I was gonna use Chu-Chu, but I think she’s sleepy,” She looked down at the Pokeball, gesturing at the sleepy Pikachu inside.

Blue stepped closer, his cloak wavering in the slight breeze. He looked down at the Pokeball and cocked his head to the side. Yellow glanced back at Chu-Chu, the pokemon could not be seen stretching and yawning, certainly sleepy.

“I suppose,” Blue said, he shook his head, “Did you bring any other Pokemon with you?” 

“Yeah, of course I did,” Yellow laughed and dug into her bag, her hand emerged holding two Pokeballs. Kitty and Ommy, maybe not the smartest choices for a battle with Blue, but not the worst. (Ommy would have a type advantage over Charizard, but Kitty- Kitty is a bug type.)

“Great,” Blue responded, puting Charizard back into a Pokeball and tossing the one he had been holding before. It was his Scizor, great, bug was weak to steel. Kitty was already at a disadvantage level wise, and now… “Ready now?” She nodded. They turned and took a few steps away from each other, once they stopped, Yellow briefly closed her eyes and inhaled, she could do this.

“Ready-?” Blue asked, his voice cutting into itself slightly.

“Yes,” she responded.

“Alright, go!” 

The two turned around. Blue tossed his pokeball, and, in a split second decision, Yellow released Ommy.

Blue looked slightly confused at her move (Ommy was fairly low level in comparison), but didn’t ask about it, instead choosing to yell a command. Scizor instantly responded to him, lunging forwards instantly, it grabbed Ommy in it’s claws. Luckily, Ommy’s shell took most of the crunch, but Yellow could tell she didn’t have time to think about the next move.

“Ommy! Water gun!” she shouted, jumping from one foot to the other in anticipation of the battle. (Yes the one that she was in the middle of.) The pokemon turned slightly, the move hitting Scizor right in the face, but unfortunately, Blue had trained it well. It didn’t budge.

“Alright! Scizor use X-Scissor!” Blue yelled, throwing his hand to the side, as if trying to appear more threatening. But even with the silly movement, the Pokemon responded, momentarily letting go of Ommy, but Yellow didn’t even try to tell the Pokemon to move. It would just stress them out, they just were not fast enough to dodge. But even so, Yellow cringed as the move hit her pokemon, it’s body shaking slightly in the strength of the hit.

“Don’t give up!” Yellow yelled, hoping that she would be able to encourage the Pokemon that way, “You got this! Use Hydro Pump!” Ommy complied, lifting it’s body slightly and aiming at Scizor before firing.

“Scizor move!” Blue shouted, 

“Ommy try again!” 

The move hit.

“Good one Ommy!” She shouted, jumping up and down once or twice.

But Blue didn’t seem to celebrate her success. “Scizor use X-Scissor again,” he said, his voice much quieter than it had been last time he had spoken, Yellow was pretty sure he was asking his Pokemon if it was okay.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t dwell on how sweet that was, mostly because both her and Ommy were getting their asses kicked in battle. 

Her Pokemon fell over, “Ommy!” she shouted, making to move to run forwards before something… something happened.

Pain burst out over her back, and the girl fell to her knees. She gasped in pain, eyes wide open and facing the ground. “Yellow-?!” Blue started, but his own sound of surprise cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

Yellow grunted as the pain intensified, squeezing her eyes shut and collapsing further into the floor. Distantly, she heard a sound of concern from Scizor, the Pokemon obviously very worried for her and it’s owner. She wanted to go and comfort it, and also give Ommy a full heal, but honestly, there was never a time she wished she could magically heal herself more. 

Blue shouted in pain, and Yellow forced herself to look up, her face dragging painfully over the ground as she struggled. She placed one hand on the ground in a movement that could have been saving the whole world (Meaning, it was difficult and possibly not worth it.) and forced herself above the stones. 

Blue was crumpled on the ground, his face hidden behind layers of hair and half of his arm (The rest of which was hidden under his cloak.). As she watched, her own pain faded slightly, but the ache and tightness in her chest grew more and more concerning as she stumbled over to Blue. He was twitching slightly all over, But the part of a person you would expect to stay vaguely still, his back, was moving more than the rest of him. Sure his clothing covered it, but it almost looked like some sort of pokemon was trying to get free.

Suddenly Yellow had a… a thought, and her heart seemed to drop right out of her body as she realised it. She ran forwards, landing roughly on her knees as she put her hand on Blue’s back. Sure enough, it felt like there was something there that hadn’t been there before.

Thinking harder about the situation, she reached behind to her own back, and she froze, if her heart hadn’t fallen before, it certainly had now. She felt something there.

She moved her hand back to Blue’s back, debating for just a moment before she went through with it. She gently lifted Blue’s cloak, the poor guy had stopped twitching by now, but he was still lying there, shaky breaths moving through him. (Yellow guessed that his magic amulet thing hadn’t extended to this pain.) 

But as she moved the fabric, what had happened became clear. She dropped the fabric and gasped, Scizor also making a sound of surprise as it noticed what was going on. Yellow clapped her hand to her mouth, the other still firmly placed on the ground next to her. She turned to Scizor, the Pokemon’s eyes were as wide as hers felt, but thankfully the shock hadn’t been enough for it to drop what it had been holding. Ommy probably wouldn’t have appreciated that.

Yellow sat there for a moment, hand over her mouth and eyes trained firmly on nothing in particular, but a groan of pain to her side reminded her of what was going on. She looked back to Blue, but she was too slow to advise him not to move. Unfortunately, he picked the worst way to move, rolling over onto his back before instantly yelping in pain, the new skin obviously still sore. 

Blue shot up, head just missing Yellow and instead hitting Scizor in the knee. The Pokemon jumped back, Ommy teetering dangerously in it’s claws, before landing on the ground just a few steps away. 

Blue however stayed half sat up, obviously very done with the situation reading by the expression on his face. His eyes were staring at a mountain in the distance, looking right over the trees and up into the sky. 

They stayed that way for a moment, Scizor trying not to drop a pokemon, Ommy in need of a full heal, and Yellow and Blue staring at something beautiful. (Yellow’s looking at Blue so of course the comparison counts.) But sooner rather than later, the moment left them. 

“What the hell happened,” Blue said, the sentence wasn’t a question, it was more like a statement trying not to ask anything. But Yellow felt the need to answer it anyway.

Yellow paused before speaking, her eyes flicking down towards the ground between them, a trail of ants decorated the grass nearby. And, with her eyes still burrowing into the ground, she spoke, “Check under your cloak,”

Blue looked at her, obviously confused by the vagueness of her answer, but after a moment of staring into her soul, he obliged. Lifting the dark gray fabric, he gazed at his back, or rather, wings . A moment passed, a confused darkness forming in his eyes before it was up. He jumped up and shrieked, two large wings protruded from his back. (The feathers on the inside are a rather pleasant cream color, besides the blue accents along the edges. Yellow couldn’t quite identify the animal they came from, but it was definitely a Pokemon.) They had pushed their way through the fabric of his sweatshirt, the purple fabric’s torn edges messing with the feathers at their border. 

Blue looked from her, to his wings, to back to her, and then back to his wings, before spinning in a circle. His wings were outstretched, as if Blue was trying to push them off himself, and it was this movement that reminded Yellow that she had the same problem to deal with.

Her heart (which had traveled back to her chest by now) dropped again, and she reached back to feel her back, her clothing either stronger than that of Blue’s sweatshirt, or her wings slightly smaller than his. Both were fine, she guessed. 

Yellow swallowed and turned to Scizor, “Could you hide me for a moment?” the Pokemon nodded, standing in between her and Blue and buzzing it’s own wings, the movement not quite fast enough to make them disappear, but enough to cover her some. “Thank you,” she said gratefully before slipping out of her yellow clothing. (The belt was still firmly placed on her hips after she had removed the yellow fabric.) She moved to take off her shirt before thinking better of the action. She looked back towards Blue, the boy now looking the other direction, wings shaking slightly. Yellow blushed violently as she realised that he must have seen what she was doing.

It was good that he looked away though, she thought, pulling her shirt over her head and checking the wings, she identified them immediately as a Pidgy. The fluffy brown feathers appeared almost torn over the yellow ones. They were pretty, but Yellow was still worried about why the heck they had appeared. 

She turned to her clothing on the ground, and, taking her survival knife out of her belt, cut holes in the back of the black shirt, measuring the bases of her wings crudely with her hands before of course. As she brought the blade across the fabrics, she was shaking, she might appear calm on the outside, but internally, she was freaking out. It wasn’t that she didn’t want wings, no, that wasn’t it at all, she was just terrified about what this would mean for her future. Was she a person still? Or was she some sort of Pokemon? What had even HAPPENED to cause this?

She slipped the garment back over her head, before pulling her wings through the slits. She moved one through itself but used her hand for the other, she wasn’t used to moving the limbs yet. After that awkwardness she leaned over to pick up her yellow garb, but a cough from behind interrupted her. 

“Are you done yet?” Blue asked, his voice was muffled, as if he had his head in his hands. She looked over, the blush on his face causing hers to flare to life as well. 

“I- I think so,” she said. Her eyes darted back to the ground as soon as Blue looked towards her. 

A brief but awkward pause passed.

“What should we do now?” It was her who spoke, and she jumped at her own voice. The sentence had been meant to be for herself.

Blue sighed before speaking. “Well, you could fix up Omastar,”

“Ommy,” she corrected him, blushing again and turning back to Scizor. The Pokemon held out Ommy, their blue tentacles moving to hold onto Yellow’s hands as she grabbed them. 

She looked back at Scizor, “Thank you for holding Ommy,” she said smiling, before turning her focus back to the aforementioned water type. Their spikey shell shaking as Yellow held them. 

“Sorry for making you wait so long Ommy,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she let her magic surge through her. She relaxed, vaguely noting a pull on her shirt as her wings flopped to the ground, and then she exhaled. She could feel the glow of magic passing over her, and she could hear Blue turning to watch. Ommy twitched in her hands, the injured Pokemon healing as the waves of high washed over it.

Ommy tapped her arm, it’s blue tentacle making squishy contact with her sleeve in exactly the way that they had conspired. Yellow stopped the magic and looked down at the water type. It shuddered and thanked her, and she nodded. “You’re welcome,” she grinned down at the Pokemon before looking back at Blue. (Scizor having moved to his side and now checking out the feathers on his wings. They seemed to have an idea what species they were.)

“So,” she said. Her voice cracked at the end as she (once again) thought about what had just happened.

Blue nodded, “So,” he said, imitating her voice crack in the monotone way only he could.

“Wow thanks,” she responded, laughter shaking her whole body and reminding her to move her wings back up to a folded position, she couldn’t have those wonderful yellow feathers dragging on the ground now could she. (Even if she wasn’t entirely convinced they were hers.)

Blue nodded, and, either not noticing the playfulness in her tone or purposely choosing to ignore it, he brought them back to the obvious problem. “Really what do we do now,” he asked, flexing a wing out to the side, the cloak falling away from the feathered wing in a kind sort of way. 

Yellow shuddered, “I don’t know Blue,” and for once, her tone was completely serious.

--- -  -    -             -              -

They made their way to Viridian city, it wasn’t that far from Yellow’s house (near where they had been fighting), and they had both guessed that the pokemon center there could help them. They had opted not to fly, either with a Pokemon or on their own, this way they had more time to think. Soft thumping sounded along the path as they walked along it. 

Scizor and Ommy were back in their Pokeballs and Chu-Chu was out of hers. The Pikachu had been rather terrified when Yellow had fallen to the ground, and her worry was not exactly cut down when there were screams of pain. (But the Pokemon had been smart enough not to emerge from the safe spot, she had had enough experience with what could come from that.) But unfortunately, all of that meant that now she was scolding Yellow. Squeaking that obviously made no sense to Blue was like a concerned mother’s voice to her. Kind but worried beyond belief and just slightly angry because of it. 

Yellow put her hands to her ears, jokingly begging Chu-Chu to stop her “tirade” and calm down, but the Pokemon was having none of it. Squeaks and chirps told her off as the group walked. She turned to Blue and mouthed a quick “Help me,” He held back a laugh, but of course Chu-Chu noticed. Puffing her fur up indignantly before starting up again, the Pikachu explained (with language that Yellow would not normally have expected from her.) how rude she was being right now. But there was a playfulness to it that Yellow was able to catch, the Pokemon wasn’t really mad at her.

She leaned down to pick up Chu-Chu, the pokemon purred as soon as her feet were off the ground before shutting up. (Pro tip apparently, if you are ever getting scolded by an adult, just pick them up around the middle.) She looked over to Blue, who, she realised, seemed to be holding back laughter, she pouted at him, the joking expression causing just a smidge of his laughter to be released. She laughed then, both sets of wings shaking violently as the two shared the moment. Their feet stumbling only slightly on the uneven ground as they forgot to look which way they were going.

Chu-Chu made her own snickering noises as she hopped onto Yellow’s shoulder, her soft paw pads pattering against the fabric. Yellow reached up to pat the Pokemon on the head, the electric type making happy noises the same way a dog or cat would react to that sort of thing. 

A soft moment passed. But, Blue was still trying to clear up his laughter by the end of it, and, body shaking, he dropped Yellow’s extra clothing. (The one she hadn’t cut holes in the back of.) She sighed in a dramatised way, sure to let the sarcasm in the sound be as obvious as possible to further elevate the hilarity in it. 

“Blue how dare you,” she said, voice flat despite the obvious joke behind the statement. 

Blue laughed awkwardly, he attempted to lean down to pick up the outfit, but the weight of his wings caused him to fall over. Now it was Yellow’s turn to try and fail to hold back a laugh. She knew this had happened because of their centers of gravity being thrown off, but it was still sort of amusing to see such a normally balanced person stumble. But she quickly swallowed her snickering in favor of asking if Blue was alright. The other dex holder stood back up, his face was red, but he also seemed to be holding in a chuckle or two. (Which Yellow was glad for, she hadn’t wanted to come off as rude.) 

“‘m fine,” he responded gruffly, green eyes alight with embarrassment and humor, a combination Yellow would have expected on herself, but not on Blue. 

“You sure?” She asked again, and when he nodded, holding her… garment, out to her, she had to struggle to hold in another laugh. Apparently things were just funnier when you had recently grown more limbs.

Yellow reached out and took it, slinging it over her shoulder (The one Chu-Chu was not on) for safekeeping. Blue smiled slightly, turning his head down to the earth until his hair covered part of his face. The shadows sent by the brown strands just enough to hide his eyes, but leaving his mouth and nose out in the light. And, theory proven, she struggled not to laugh at that as well. . . . This was vaguely pathetic wasn’t it.

Yellow sighed, hoping that the sound wasn’t too sad, she just had no idea what they were going to do. They had wings for heaven's sake! Those weren’t something she would necessarily consider a bad thing, but they were not a human characteristic!  They were something that animals had! Animals and Pokemon, and not all of them at that. 

She looked to the ground and studied the rocks strewn across the path. They were small enough to kick, but she didn’t know if she was going to or not. Such a movement might throw her off balance, and that was something she would rather avoid.

A comforting sound made its way to her ear, and Yellow was instantly thankful that Chu-Chu was so kind. She reached up to the Pokemon’s head, petting the soft fur and making her own little cooing sounds. Chu-Chu responded by rubbing her forehead against Yellow’s cheek, obviously trying to make as sure as possible that she didn’t accidentally shock the girl. That wouldn’t be a very friendly thing to do. Yellow reciprocated the movement and thanked Chu-Chu in her mind, the Pikachu was such a good “mother figure.” 

“So,” Blue started, but before he could get anywhere in his sentence he hesitated. 

Yellow looked back at him. Chu-Chu spun around on her shoulder, but the Pokemon’s lightning bolt tail wacked Yellow right across the face. The pokemon trainer glanced at Chu-Chu to see her holding her paws in front of her mouth, she looked to be right on the verge of apologizing violently. And, in only a moment, she did begin to. Yellow quietly told her it was okay, and, after waiting for the Pikachu to stop, she turned back to Blue. He was looking at her with an unreadable expression, but even with that, Yellow could guess he was worried.

There was a moment before he spoke. “Do you-,” he paused again, now actually looking worried, “Do you think it’s a good idea to go into town looking like this?” 

Yellow cocked her head to the side and turned to face him entirely. “What do you mean?” she asked, now walking backwards on the trail.

Blue scratched his head, “Well, I mean, it might be a better idea to just go to your house right? And call our friends from there, I just- I just think that some people might be scared,” He looked down at the ground again and his wings shifted uncomfortably beneath his cloak. 

Yellow felt her face shift into that of concern before she spoke. “I mean, they might be, but aren’t we going there to get the Pokemon center to help us?,”  Chu-Chu made a sound of agreement.

“I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing, that’s all,” Blue responded. The statement sounded just as confused and concerned as Yellow felt, but that made it all the more believable. 

She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get the words out, a shriek of fear came from behind her. Her eyes widened and she clapped a hand to her mouth. Blue locked his eyes to hers, actual fear showing through them. Chu-Chu spun around once again and her short claws dug into Yellow’s shoulders as her fur poofed up. 

Yellow slowly turned, causing Chu-Chu to jump onto her head so as not to be rotated back to facing Blue. She smiled weakly at the person she saw there. Their hands hid the majority of their face as they stared at her. She was also quick to notice their body shaking as they looked her up and down.

Yellow was the first to speak, “I don’t know what happened either,” she said, voice kept as level as she could force it to be. With that statement she saw the other person both visibly relax and get much more worried. Yellow glanced back to Blue. He didn’t show any signs of noticing the look, opting to instead look terrified. Which, Yellow supposed, probably wasn’t any sort of acting considering she also felt scared. 

The other person dropped one arm to fidget with the edge of their shirt, the fabric moving kindly with the movements. They looked down at their feet. “Are you guys okay?” Their voice was weak and slightly more high pitched than what she guessed was normal for them, “You didn’t get experimented on or anything- right?” They looked up to shift their gaze between the two of them, eyes wide with concern and fear.

Yellow gasped, realising now what Blue had been worried about. “No no no, we’re fine!” She waved her hands in front of her face and unconsciously spread her wings out to the sides, the frantic movements a hopeless attempt to appear less threatening. But instead, the person in front of her cringed back as the feathery appendages made themselves known once more.

They didn’t necessarily look scared, but that was definitely a part of it. Yellow quickly folded her wings back up, profusely apologizing to the poor person she had just frightened. But they just shook their head. Hair flopping down in front of their face as they shifted their gaze to the ground. 

“Yellow-” Blue started, taking a step forward and just barely stopping himself from setting a hand on her shoulder. She looked back at him, a calm and comforting smile shaking on his face. She grimaced back before turning back to the person.

“Just forget, um, about this, we are gonna go home now,” She said quietly, the person’s expression changing from afraid to confused in a split second.

Yellow tapped Chu-Chu on the shoulder, telling the Pokemon that they might have to run soon. The Pickachu made a soft trilling noise in response. “I think this is probably just a dream,” Yellow said, slightly louder now, and then she turned around. Blue was now walking ahead of her, very strongly leading the two of them into a forest. Blue lined feathers poked out just below the hem of his cloak. They were pretty. Yellow thought, and again she wondered what species they came from.

Blue stepped through the ferns on the edge of the woods, and Yellow followed. Just a moment later, sounds of disbelief and concern finally made themselves known. Yellow truly hoped that they hadn't given the poor dude a heart attack. 

She watched Blue’s hand as he carefully reached for his Pokegear, most likely going to message Red or Green about the situation they had gotten themselves into. Thinking about it, Yellow’s face burned and she picked up her pace. This was a disaster, and she felt horrible about it. (Despite none of it really being her fault.) 

Yellow glanced behind herself, seeing the person left in the middle of the route, probably lacking the Pokemon to follow them honestly. No hate to anyone without Pokemon, it was a respectable life, but it did give the dexholders an advantage here.

He turned back to Blue, and, seeing as he was now ahead by quite a bit, ran to catch up with him. Sticks cracked under her boots and limbs she wasn’t used to having caught on branches. All of this was rather painful of course, but she knew she had to get out of here. (It was possible that the person behind them would call someone on them. Yellow knew they didn’t look normal whatsoever. What with the wings and all that.) 

Chu-Chu let out a yelp of pain as a stick smacked her right across the face, Yellow cringed at this, but knew she mustn't slow down, not yet. They needed to move.

She looked back up at Blue, he was running rather skillfully, she noted. Yellow was good at running through forests because she lived in one, but she didn’t have a clue why Blue was. (Besides the running around and saving the world part of course.) 

She watched his cloak ripple in the wind. And then her eyes move to his wings. They fluffed out to the sides just a bit every time he landed a step. (But not before going back into their tightly folded pose.) This was very well done too, neither of them knew how to keep them in one place, but Blue seemed to be at least aware that they were there. Hers however were making contact with all sorts of trees and sleepy wild pokemon. 

She felt her face flush. Oh man this was going to be such a long day.

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Yellow stood in one place, chest heaving as she savored the sweet air of safety, or rather, her own front yard.  She looked up at Blue, who was in a rather similar half bent over position. His hands were on his knees and his wings were pointed straight up at the sky. They shook with every breath, as if holding them there was painful. Yellow looked back at her own wings, the feathery appendages still not something she really recognized as her own. She sighed. What a mess they were in. First, they grow wings, and then second, they get seen. This was awful. And with their status, it wasn’t long before people would come knocking on her door. 

“We should have been more careful,” She looked back at Blue with the sound of his voice. He was still breathing heavily, but to be fair, so was she. She stood up straight, the movement causing tangled hair to fall between her wings. 

“Yeah, well, at least we got away?” It was more of a question than anything, but Blue nodded. 

“You’re right,” he said softly. Quickly pushing himself back up to a regular standing position after the sentence was uttered. He shook his head from side to side, seemingly trying to get a leaf to leave his hair. . . . It didn’t work.

“You got Chu-Chu?” He asked, eyes scanning the area in sudden worry.

Yellow nodded and lifted a Pokeball, “Yeah, I put her in here just in case. I know she normally doesn’t like them but I didn’t want her to keep getting hit with branches,”

Blue nodded as well, “That was smart,” he turned his head towards her home, “Do you think we should go inside?” The question was soft, as if it meant more than just hiding from some cops. But not in a weird way, more like drinking warm milk and playing board games. Her face heated up again, maybe she was overthinking it.

Yellow shook her head, but then realised she had been asked a question and began nodding. An awkward silence fell over them before it was broken by Blue. “I’m sorry Yellow but which is it?” His tone was playful. Yellow laughed softly.

“Let’s go inside,” she smiled before turning to walk into her house. She made her way across the yard (more like a wooded clearing really) and then ascended the three steps to the entrance. She shifted her wings slightly as she got the key from under the mat. Blue scoffed at this.

“Really? Under the mat?” He scolded. Yellow laughed. There it was, that joking tone again. 

“Well, if anyone trying to rob me has Pokemon, there are better ways into a building,”

Blue chuckled at this. The sound made Yellow joyful as she fumbled with the lock. It was kind of encouraging really, having such a cool person laugh at your jokes. She felt the same whenever Green responded to her that way. . . But she tried not to dwell on that, the thought only brought more confusing feelings to her heart.

The door creaked open and Yellow stepped inside, having to remember to fold her wings again. They had been left to drag on the ground as she had focused on the lock. She shook her head. If she was gonna be stuck with these things for the rest of her life, she should probably learn how to properly control them.

That she was looking forward to.

She marched down the hall, Blue following behind her like a baby Farfetched behind it’s mother. The comparison made her feel kind of strange, but it sort of fit in the situation to be frank. 

She abruptly turned, flicking the lights on as she entered the next room. It was the dining room, a small stove setup blended in next to the mini fridge and cupboards. A table sat in the middle of the room, exactly four chairs were around it. (One for her, one for her uncle (if he visited), one for Chu-Chu or whatever Pokemon wanted to eat with them, and one extra.) There was a chair at both the head and foot of the table, and two on one of the other sides. She glanced up at Blue, he looked slightly confused about the setup but didn’t seem to mind it.

“Um, I was thinking we might want to eat,” she said awkwardly, gesturing vaguely around the room as she spoke.

Blue nodded, “That’s a good idea,”

They paused for a moment longer as Yellow contemplated what to do next, but she was quickly done thinking. The girl turned and walked towards the cupboards, hoping to get some sort of dried fruit or something. She couldn’t remember if she had any, but they sounded great right now. “Sesame seeds would also be good,” she thought, but unfortunately, she knew she didn’t have any of those.

Once she had reached her destination, she laid her yellow garment across the counter and turned to look at Blue. The other dexholder was pulling a chair back at the table, it made some seriously awful sounds on the floor, but he didn’t flinch. Yellow sighed (It wasn’t a disappointed sigh but it wasn’t a romantic sigh either.) and turned back to what she was doing.

She opened the cupboards and searched for food. There was a bag of banana chips and a can of nuts. (There was also a rather dry looking can of pokemon food along with a box full of granola bars. And when she got a closer look, she could see it had passed the expiration date by a week or so.) She sighed and closed the cabinet, she had been on a training mission for a few weeks, of course her food was messed up. Then turned around to face Blue.

“Hm?” he asked, not looking up. He seemed to have been examining the feathers of his wings, looking over the off-white and red brown, but mostly focusing on the blue. 

Yellow pointed tiredly to the cupboard before dropping her arm to her side, “My food’s either rotted or gross,” she closed her eyes and brought her hands up to massage her face, doing that for a moment before dropping her hands and sighing again. “What are you doing?” she asked, looking up at Blue.

He looked at her distractedly, “I think I know what kind of Pokemon these are,” he said, turning back to the feathers almost immediately.

Yellow was surprised at that, she had guessed they were a Pokemon, but she didn’t really know what kind they were. It certainly was not something she had seen before. “Oh really?”

“Yeah,”

She paused before speaking. “Would you mind telling me what you think they are?”

He glanced back up again, but quickly turned his gaze back down. “No,” Yellow raised an eyebrow, “I’m not completely sold on it yet,”

She closed her eyes and leaned back, sighing for what felt like the millionth time in the last ten minutes. “It’s not always bad to be wrong Blue,” 

When he finally spoke his voice was soft. “I know,” 

Yellow opened one golden eye. She studied Blue, he was hunkered over the table, eyes trained on the wing, but not really focused. The trainer cocked her head to the side, watching as Blue moved his hand over the feathers. He seemed so entranced on them, but at the same time so distant from thinking. In short, he looked like he was off in another world.

They stayed like that for a while, feathers occasionally shifting when they remembered they had wings, and eyes looking lazily about the room. It felt strangely domestic, despite the only food in the house being either bad or just generally bad. (Yellow knew there was no food in any other cabinets or the fridge, she had emptied all but this one for her trip. Unfortunately this plan had backfired slightly, now she had to choose between banana chips, nuts, or nothing. She didn’t want any of those options.) She supposed she could technically eat the granola bars or the pokemon food, she was fairly sure she had read something saying that not all food gets rotten on the best-by date, but she wasn’t willing to risk it. Dry pokemon food and granola bars were not exactly the best meal.

Blue sighed and sat up straight, wings flopping down to the floor on either side of him as she refocused on him. “What is it?” She asked

He looked at her with an expression that told her that the answer should be obvious. “We randomly grow wings and now we are hiding in your house,” His face stayed blank for half a second, before a rather red blush passed over it, “Not that I necessarily mind any of that-” he quickly corrected himself, voice a little more high pitched than Yellow would generally expect.

But not that odd behavior mattered, especially when she herself related to it. Yellow laughed at the thought, waving her hand in a way she hoped conveyed that she wasn’t laughing at him. He seemed to be trying to smile along with her, but it came off as more of a grimace.

Yellow continued laughing, it was kind of hysterical, but she couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way. This day had just been the definition of crazy. (Not in any rude way though.) She didn’t really- well, she had no idea what was going on. It was just… wild honestly.

She took a minute or so more of continuous wing shaking for her to calm down. And once she did she felt the need to speak, “Have you told Red or Green yet?” she asked, wiping a tear from her eye.

He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, “No I haven’t,” 

This worried her slightly. The entire plan had been to get help from people, and if they couldn’t trust the pokemon center, their friends were the next best bet. “Why not?”

“I-” he cut himself off before continuing, “I just don’t know how they would react you know? Maybe wait a week and see what to do then?” 

She grimaced, it wasn’t a bad idea, but it wasn’t exactly a plan. “Are you hoping they just go away?” she asked, “The wings I mean, not Red and Green,”

Blue forced a smile at that, “Maybe? They are nice and all, but I kind of want to walk around in public without people staring at me,”

“We are both famous Pokemon trainers and literally have fanclubs,” Yellow helpfully pointed out.

That Blue did smile at, though it quickly faded into worry. 

Yellow cocked her head to the side and knit her eyebrows together. The worry was understandable of course, but she preferred to stay upbeat. It’s not like the world was ending or anything, they just had wings now. That wasn’t the end of everything, and she knew that for a fact considering how much she had almost seen that happen.

Blue had seen that too. She glanced back to his face, it was still covered partially by his hair and hidden in shadow. It would be a good look on him if he didn’t also seem so genuinely scared. The thought made her wonder if he thought this was a sign of times ending. She guessed it could be considered to be like that, but they were just wings, how bad could it be?

She was shook from her thoughts by Blue standing up. The movement was rather fast and unexpected, and with the wings there, more of her vision changed then she was expecting. Blue took a few steps towards the door out of the kitchen, reaching for his Pokegear (which had apparently been set on the counter.) on the way out. 

“Wait where are you going?” Yellow called, jumping off the counter and lightly landing on the floor to follow him.

“To get some fresh air!” He called back, voice slightly echo-y from the hallway he was now in. 

Yellow rolled her eyes, “I’m going with you!” She yelled after him before. turning back to the cabinet and quickly picking up the banana chips. Even if they were gross, she was still hungry. And also, she wanted to at least get rid of them before they went bad as well, there had been too much of that lately.

Following Blue, she made her way out of the house and into the clearing around it. She heard a Pidgey and instinctively looked for it. Unfortunately, the Pokemon was nowhere to be seen. She sighed, sadly turning to look at her own wings. She extended one and the yellow and brown feathers spread out. It was something she was used to seeing on birds, but it was weird to feel the movement as it happened. . . . But it wasn’t a bad kind of weird.

Sunlight streamed through leaves and shone into the clearing. Technically there were no trees near her, but many branches still stretched above and blocked the sky. It was nice to be in the shade though, especially nice when your electricity died every other day. (Even in summer! How inconsiderate.)

She looked to Blue, the other dexholder stated longingly up at the sky above. (Or rather, the leaves above.) Yellow followed his gaze, and even though she had just looked up, she caught wind of what he was feeling. He wanted to fly and so did she.

But would that even be possible? I mean, the wings were definitely big enough, but wasn’t there something about weight that had to do with this? She and Blue were not heavy, but they were human (or, she hoped so) and therefore lacked hollow bones. But as she thought about it, (Unconsciously stretching her wings as she did so.) she remembered the pain that she had felt. That combined with the weird weakness she had been trying not to think about…

It was possible.

She looked back to Blue, he had one wing folded, and the other out to the side. The blue tips of the feathers looked very pretty with the greenery around them. She smirked slightly, Blue’s name compared to his eye color was a vaguely similar situation. The thought caused her to need to stifle her laughter, but thankfully, Blue didn’t look back. (If he had, he might have spotted her blushing, and who could blame her, the wings suited him.)

. . . She hoped her own did too. 

“So,” Blue awkwardly started, “Do you want to see if we can use these?” He shifted his wings and turned to face her, his face was slightly red, but Yellow guessed he was just worried. 

“I mean, I would love to try, but how would it be possible?” She asked carefully, “I mean, besides actually being light enough, how would we get into the air?”

Blue pointed over her shoulder and she turned to look. Instantly, her face paled. “The roof?” She asked, “Would that even be high enough to catch ourselves?”

She whipped back around to Blue just in time to see him shrug. “I mean, it would be better than jumping off the top of a tree and not being able to catch ourselves at all,”

Yellow cringed at that, she could heal Pokemon, but people were a different story. If they fell off a tree they would probably have to go to a doctor, and that wasn’t really an option right now. “I guess you’re right,” she sighed, her own wings flopping defeatedly towards the ground, the ends of them laying decently far across the mossy forest floor.

Blue smiled and nodded, closing his eyes and turning his face to the sky as he did. Wind swept into the clearing, the leaves above shuffling violently as the air moved through them. Yellow felt her feathers shift as the wind hit them, it wasn’t uncomfortable though, a nice sort of scratching feeling. She sighed and closed her eyes too, letting the wind calm her down. She hoped it would bring her the confidence to fly.

The wind slowly ended, leaves stopping their rustling just a few moments after the air finished brushing through Yellow’s hair. Blue and Yellow stood in comfortable silence for a moment longer, Blue letting out a loud sigh at the end of it.

“Should we…” Yellow paused, her stomach suddenly full of butterflies again (but not for Blue, no, not right now.) “Should I show you how to climb to the roof?”

“No I’m good,” Blue said, starting towards the correct way up.

“Do I need to ask you how you know this?” Yellow called after him. (In truth she didn’t care that much, she knew all the secret ways into many of her friends' houses. It was just a thing you needed to know when you had to save the world every four days.)

Blue’s laugh rang back to her. “Green showed me, she seemed very proud of herself for figuring it out,”

This caused the butterflies in Yellow’s stomach to fire up again. Two pretty people knew how to get on her roof? After a moment of mildly stuned stillness, she raced after Blue, “How does she know the way onto my roof??!” she shouted, hoping her voice sounded more freaked out than embarrassed, because that’s certainly what she was catching from it.

Blue laughed again, “She didn’t disclose that to me,” he hopped to reach a low branch of a maple tree before pulling himself onto it. Wings flailed about, the right one narrowly missing the very tree he was climbing into. Yellow noticed that his arms were shaking more than they normally would, the wings were definitely throwing off his balance. She didn’t really want to know what hers would prove to mess her up with. 

She was dragged out of her thoughts by Blue standing up on the branch. His wings were unevenly spread to the sides, they looked like they were trying to get his balance back. Yellow kept that in mind for her turn.

He made eye contact with her and awkwardly nodded. “I’ll just… uh, jump to the roof now,” he said, turning back to the roof in question.

She nodded, despite knowing he wasn’t looking at her anymore. “That sound good, go on,” 

He did exactly that, wings folding back slightly as he moved through the air but flaring out again when he landed. She cringed at the hard landing, normally you had to roll to minimise the impact, but she guessed the wings were getinging in the way of that. Shockingly, his feet didn’t go straight through the shingles, good.

Yellow watched as he walked gingerly away from the spot, he looked slightly embarrassed about the landing. 

“You coming?” He asked. 

She blushed, “Yeah, just give me a moment,”

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They stood vaguely next to each other on the roof, careful to stay away from the very edge, the shingles were thin there. “ The ground sure does look further away from here,” Yellow’s face paled as the thought passed across her mind. Normally the girl wasn’t afraid of heights, but this time she was planning to jump off without a Pokemon to catch her. The idea was slightly sickening.

She looked up at Blue and studied his face. He looked mostly emotionless, but there was a small bit of fear behind it. She smiled slightly, it was good to know they were in the same boat. 

“No going back now,” Blue hissed, kindly taking a few more steps away before making a few practice flaps of his wings. The movements caused huge blocks of air to smack into Yellow, her hair going wild when it made contact. Blue didn’t seem to notice though.

Yellow made a few experimental beats of her own wings. The movements felt oddly natural, she realised. Unfortunately, she couldn’t quite tell if it was a “I was made to do this” natural or a “wow I didn’t throw myself off the roof' natural. She supposed both were fairly good options considering her situation.

When Blue spoke, his voice was shaky, “Do you want to go first or do I?” she looked at him again, his eyes were trained directly on the ground below. He looked worried.

Yellow inhaled sharply, this wasn’t a decision that she really wanted to make, but she wasn’t some sort of pansy flower that couldn’t make it. For just a moment, silence settled over them, but sooner rather than later she broke it, “I’ll go first,” she said quietly, turning her gaze down to her feet, the view bringing a dizzying feeling to her.

She felt Blue’s piercing gaze on her, “Are you sure?” He somehow sounded more worried than before. Her heart warmed, realising he was worried about her she looked back to him.

“Yes I’m sure,” 

Yellow took a step back, tensing her legs the same way she did when jumping for Kitty to catch her. It was a practiced movement, and one she was suddenly very glad to have learned. After a second of bracing herself, she raced forwards, her feet taking three or four quick steps before the ground disappeared from beneath her. Thankfully, Yellow remembered to catch herself, wings spreading out to the sides before beating downwards with everything she had. Thankfully it worked, and she felt herself head up into the air. 

Blue whooped as Yellow flapped her wings again, the movement wasn’t quite as strong as the last, but it was still enough to keep her up. She looked around the clearing area and glided around a bit, air rushing through her hair and feathers. Now this was something she felt she was meant to do. 

As she flew, she tried to copy the motions of birds she had seen, flapping her wings several times before gliding for a bit. It was very tiring, but even with that, she felt she could go on forever. It was simply amazing! She swooped and dived, yelling words of joy every time she felt especially happy. Feathertips brushing the leafy cover above, an especially daring dive, an even more daring save. It was all so much fun!

But all too soon, Yellow realised she was going to have to land soon. Her entire body was starting to shake from tiredness. Worry instantly filled her as she suddenly realised she did not know how to land. She scanned the clearing, wings beating the air into a slushy as she looked for a soft spot to crash. Er, land, she was going to land with no difficulty at all.

Once she had spotted one, she aimed herself at it and attempted to fall slowly. She tried to beat her wings to keep herself afloat, but she was suddenly very aware that flapping your wings didn’t make you go down. The ground was rising up to her and she needed to do everything in her power not to break her legs.

She flailed in a way that was just slightly uncontrolled before she landed rather hard on the ground, a yelp accompanying the stabbing pain in her ankles. She stumbled and fell to her knees. She hissed at the pain, the green world spinning around her as she held her ankles. The landing process was much harder than she had given Kitty credit for, she was going to have to give the Pokemon some extra treats when she got inside. 

It took a moment of ringing in her ears before she heard Blue’s voice, he was shouting to her. He sounded worried. Yellow looked up in a slow achy way, the pain in her ankles was fading slightly, but as it did the exhilaration of the moment did too and a tired ache began. 

“Are you okay?!” Blue shouted, his voice was somewhere between panicked and amused. It was a normal reaction Yellow supposed, she could imagine that her crash landing would have looked funny from his perspective.

She nodded slightly before shouting back to him that she was really actually fine, but when he landed he might want to do literally anything other than what she had done. This caused Blue to actually laugh, though the sound was slightly broken, he must have been really shaken up by her little stunt. 

Yellow struggled to her feet and yelled up to Blue again, “You gonna try it or should I go inside?!”

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The two glided through the air, wings beating the clear substance and sending them both twirling into the sky. The dance was elaborate, wingtips just barely brushing as they dove and spun through the clouds. It was amazing what a few weeks of practice could do. 

Yellow’s hair whipped around her face and she made a particularly fast spin, only briefly checking if she was high enough before folding her wings into her body and diving. The air wooshed past her at an unbelievable speed as she aimed towards the ground. “On your left!” she heard Blue shout, the words seemed to be ripped away from her ears almost immediately, but she had been expecting them.

She veered to the right and caught herself, wings spreading out and cutting though the clouds like butter. A loud woosh of air passed her as Blue dove. She circled around, watching as the man’s wings spread out, the blue feather tips standing out against even the sky. (They were Mega Pidgeot wings, both Blue and Scizor had agreed on that.) 

She laughed as Blue started to circle below her, his cloak was nestled awkwardly between his wings, she hadn’t noticed it until now.

“What?” He shouted up to her, green eyes making contact with her own yellow ones.

“I didn’t realize you were still wearing that cloak!” She yelled down, laughing. It shook her stance slightly and she beat her wings once to recover.

Blue flapped his wings to get up to her, settling in on the outside of her circle. “What else was I meant to do with it?” He laughed, the sound purly full of playful joy, “I didn’t want anyone to take it,” 

Yellow shook her head teasingly, “Charizard and Kitty are right down there to guard it,”

Blue pointed below them, “No they aren’t,” he stated, wings beating gently enough to hold him kind of sort of next to her. She flapped her own and looked down to see Charizard and Kitty flying towards them. She could also see Chu-Chu sitting on Charizard’s back, the little pokemon holding Yellow’s hat tightly in her paws.

She sighed and brought one hand to her head, pinching the skin she found there in a mock attempt to look annoyed. “Now who is guarding my cloak?” She laughed

Charizard’s roaring answer told her that Scizor was down there stil, perfectly happy to keep his feet right on the ground. Yellow nodded, thanking the dragon for his attention to detail. “That’s smart,” she whispered, Blue’s laughing drowning out the sentence from reaching the pokemon it had been meant to. Didn’t matter though.

“Kitty!” Yellow shouted, beating her wings and cupping her hands to her mouth, “Do you want to join us?” The little bug Pokemon was lagging slightly behind Charizard now, and a violent shaking of their head told Yellow that it didn’t want to get hit by any wings. 

“That’s fine! She yelled, smiling encouragingly, “Just have fun and don’t get lost okay?” 

As soon as she spotted the Pokemon nodding, the dance began again. It was crazy how much could change so fast, she thought as she twirled towards the sun. Wings, the ability to fly, the ability to be good at it, and… she looked at Blue. Love. 

The two dove and spun in unison. (Charizard following close behind them and snickering slightly, Yellow ignored him.) In their weeks of practicing, Blue and Yellow had shared lots of time together, and as many non-aromatic people did, gradually fell in love. It was rather fast in the terms of just their learning to fly, but throughout their whole lives, they both had to admit it had been coming.

Yellow fell through the air, throwing her head back before flipping onto her back and catching herself. She watched as Blue did something similar, but he somehow ended up making a full flip in the air. Yellow laughed at this before turning back onto her stomach and chasing after him. This could go on forever. 

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They landed gracefully, the loud thump on Charizard hitting the ground shaking the area reaching their ears a second later. (It wasn't in a “crash” sort of way, more like a large animal jumping off a log into a mushy pond sort of way. But either way, Chu-Chu didn’t really seem to appreciate it that much, loud high pitched squeaking filling the air.) Yellow looked up to see Kitty fluttering down to her, the bug Pokemon looking very happy with themselves, Yellow agreed with that sentiment, flying sure was fun. 

She turned to Blue and saw him talking happily to Charizard, the orange fire type responding with grunts and roars that Blue could understand with context clues. Yellow however could actually understand the dragon. It was cool that Blue could guess what he was saying though. 

A small patterning of feet headed towards Yellow and she turned to it, not at all surprised to see Chu-Chu happily running up to her. Her fur was very puffy, likely trying to warm up slightly, Yellow could feel her own feathers doing the same, it was a bit of a mood actually. 

“Hi Chu-Chu!” Did you have fun?” Yellow asked, kneeling on the rocky ground and scooping up the Pikachu. The yellow Pokemon instantly responded, her chirps and squeaks telling Yellow exactly what had happened, complaining about how cold the sky was but praising it all the same. 

Yellow laughed and patted Chu-Chu on the head, a happy purring sound rewarding her.

Chu-Chu held out Yellow’s hat, the new feathers in it brushing gently against Yellow’s face before she grabbed it. One a soft yellow and the other blue tipped. It was great what you could do with your own fallen out feathers. 

“Thank’s Chu-Chu,” she smiled, reaching up to put the hat on her head. It fit over her messed up hair perfectly, hiding the absolute rats rest she was going to have to deal with later. She tried not to worry about it, but it turned out she didn’t need to try not to. 

Two beeps rang through the clearing and the two Dexholders looked down at their communicators. Yellow took a step tward’s Blue before checking hers, she wanted to see if Blue had gotten the same one. 

It was from Red, and, after a moment of checking, she realised it was in the Kanto dexholder group chat. Maybe she hadn’t needed to stand next to Blue for this. However, before she could get to actually reading the message, she heard Blue’s barking laughter right in her ear.

She turned to look at him, and was met instead by his communicator shoved in her face. She took a moment to read the message and then another to process it. Her eyes widened and she put her head in her hands, “Oh no…” she groaned.

Blue just continued laughing, “Oh no is right!” He read the message allowed and again the panicked words of the red eyed dexholder reached her, how had this happened? How had all three of them grown wings? She thought to herself.

A second ding caused her to look down again, it was Green this time, agreeing with Red. Scratch Yellow’s original thought, how had all four of them grown wings?!

“Well,” Blue said, wiping a joyful tear from his eye and putting his communicator down, “This is going to be fun!” 

Yellow shook her head, laughing as she turned to him. “Come on you stupid fire type,” she teased him.

He grinned, “How about you, you silly electric trainer?” 

She faked a frown and stood taller. Blue leaned towards her slightly and- it happened. Yellow grabbed Blue’s hand and stayed that way for a moment, Chu-Chu’s squeaky laughter interrupting them rudely as they kissed. She pulled away and glared playfully at the Pokemon before turning to smile at the taller trainer, “I love you,” she whispered. 

He simply smiled in response. 

Notes:

If the romance felt forced, that's because it was, I ship these two, but I don't know how romantic attraction works at all. It's just not something I'm good at. Sorry I don't know how to write Pokémon battles, and I also don't know the Pokémon's move sets lol. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. :D