Pokémon one shots and short stories

Crackfic!!! Do not read!! (Sneasel Akari)

Irida has been searching for hours, looking for Akari. Ingo knew that.

Ingo had looked down upon his clan leader from the cave he had taken as his own, leering and debating her fate. Akari was still asleep, the nest keeping her safe and warm. The nest consisted of leafs, grass, twigs, and bits of torn fabric, woven together to create a charming bed of sorts.

The girl-turned-Pokémon was in perpetual danger, at least according to Ingo. He couldn't help but snarl at the thought of anyone— Pokemon or person— attacking her again.

Ingo reminded himself of that every time he considered leaving to scavenge, a never ending mantra of Keep her safe, cant leave, they'll hurt her. So instead he sent Sneasler out, gathering Oran, Pecha, and Cheri berries to keep them sustained.

Akari had been infected. Ingo had taken her in nearly two months ago, and after two weeks he saw what appeared to be sneasel fur, lilac tufts sprouting from her jawline to her neck. She looked much worse then any other Sneasel Ingo had cared for, her long feather

Ingo was tired. He was often tired these days, between curating battles to his Warden work. Today however was slower, until a certain 14 year old girl showed up.

He had immediately known something was wrong the moment you'd stumbled back into Jubilife Village, your Decidueye supporting a majority of your weight on its shoulder. Ingo flinched slightly when he caught the scent of copper on the wind, pausing before