Regitnui
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CONTENT WARNINGS: Language, mild sex
I decided to do a Pokémon fan fiction without a plan, and without any preconceptions of what I'm going to write about. So:
This is slice-of-life rather than tournament or battles, it involves a married couple who have a healthy sex life, and a small amount of my personal fan region/headcanons. I do use "native language" names wherever possible: Flannery is Asuna, Lavaridge Town is Huen, and Mt Chimney is Entotsu-yama, for example.
Chapter One begins here.
I decided to do a Pokémon fan fiction without a plan, and without any preconceptions of what I'm going to write about. So:
This is slice-of-life rather than tournament or battles, it involves a married couple who have a healthy sex life, and a small amount of my personal fan region/headcanons. I do use "native language" names wherever possible: Flannery is Asuna, Lavaridge Town is Huen, and Mt Chimney is Entotsu-yama, for example.
An interview with the Pokémon Pals magazine draws Asuna and her husband, Professor Acacia, to Unova. What is the "Seinco"? RAFO, to borrow a term.
Set before Pokémon Black and White, after generations 1-4. Mostly mainstream game canon. Fan region(s), fakemon, and headcanons included.
Chapter One begins here.
“Oh, what’s that one?” Asuna nodded towards a floating collection of gears. The concourse was the first place folks were allowed to release their pokemon after the plane trip, so the space was bustling with pokemon of all roles; some assisted their trainers, wrangling children just as eager to be free, or carrying baggage. Others led their trainers, like a monferno that guided its trainer’s wheelchair. And the rest simply enjoyed the space, flying-types and levitating ones soaring over the crowd.
Acacia thought for a moment. “Klang, pure steel-type, evolution of klink. Must be a local coming home.“
Smiling to acknowledge her defeat, Asuna chose another. “あれ?” They’d been playing this game for a half-hour now; their plane had arrived ahead of schedule, but their driver had not.
“Sukorupi. Doku to mushi taipu.” He settled his arm around her waist, shifting her closer. Neither of them had pokemon nearby. No-smoking laws meant that her cotoise was forbidden in enclosed areas, while the one pokemon he’d choose, his ryusna, was nocturnal, and would hate being woken up to look for a human it didn’t know.
Asuna leaned her head on his shoulder, stifling a yawn. A 12-hour trip west was difficult for both humans and pokemon. “A, this is what I get for marrying a professor,” Asuna grumbled playfully. “That one, near the pillar.”
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