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devilmeows · 11 months

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been thinking about my ocs' pokemon au so hi. i am making a post about it

Ryden:

last member of the Sinnoh Elite 4 - assumed the position after Bertha retired, then the order was shuffled around for him to come last after Lucian

he and Lucian get along pretty well :)

his team doesn't have a clear type majority, but he does have 3 dark-types

his team is made of Mona (F-Meowstic, starter), Noivern, Salazzle, Obstagoon, Meowscarada and Weavile (only Mona has a name so far, but the others have names as well. just havent found them yet lol)

he lives in Sunyshore with his girlfriend Anathema :) it's close to the league and it's the warmest city in Sinnoh which is important for his Salazzle

speaking of, he found his Salazzle as a Salandit as he and his friend Arwin were helping with investigating into an illegal breeder: they found out he was breeding Salandit, and by the time the breeder got arrested the Salandit were no longer fit for living in their natural habitat or in most of Sinnoh. Ryden boxes her/leaves her at home when he goes to Snowpoint

his exact origins are unknown, but he was found by Louvain in Kalos, and he lived there for a few years before the Forna family moved to Sinnoh

Anathema:

just a trainer. Doesn't really have the same ambitions as their girlfriend, and is content with where they are right now

lives in Sunyshore with their girlfriend Ryden :) works as a mechanic there

their team is made of Roxie (Honchkrow, starter), Mienshao, Glaceon, Ninetales, Hisuian Zoroark and Gastrodon (East) (like Ryden, they all have names, i just havent found them yet)

they found their H-Zoroark as a Zorua near Lake Acuity - I headcanon that after the whole Distortion World stuff from Platinum, Sinnoh has experienced space-time distortions much like those in PLA. However, the Pokémon that emerge from them usually die within a few hours if not found. This specific Zorua got lucky that Ana was passing by

originally from Kalos, and a former member of Team Flare because of their parents. They escaped after blowing up one of their most important labs and they were found severely injured by Ryden in the streets of Lumiose City

they continue to dye part of their hair orange despite this. They just think the colour looks neat, and they look different enough now that anyone who might wish them harm wouldn't recognise them

actually the "they dont have nicknames in this post, but all of their pokémon do have nicknames" applies to everyone. gonna stop adding it now

Louvain:

also just a trainer. he's actually pretty tough but he doesn't really bother fighting. he's a dad he's past his youthful days of fighting all the time

lives in Floaroma with his husband Lucius :)

originally from Kalos, where his family has lived for generations. they did, however, die in a house fire a few years after Lucius came into his life, which is partly what prompted the move to Sinnoh after little Ryden entered the picture

his team is likely incomplete for now, but is made of Lycanroc (midnight), Lycanroc (dusk), and Delphox (starter). is it obvious that he's a werewolf in canonverse

he works at the Floaroma Community Centre and has entertained the thought of opening a bar there because he has an interest in mixology. Floaroma isn't exactly the target demographic for a bar though, so he settles for making cocktails at home for fun

travels a lot because of whatever it is that his family did/some other reason that is unclear as of now

Lucius:

also also just a trainer. just like his husband, he's actually pretty tough, but he doesn't like Pokémon battles, so he avoids them as much as possible

lives in Floaroma with her husband Louvain :)

they're the one who suggested Floaroma when the Forna family moved to Sinnoh, mainly because they like gardening and they thought the generally relaxing atmosphere of the town would benefit their husband and their kid

originally from Unova, and a former member of Team Plasma. he joined it because...lore unclear for now. He/his parents worked at a shelter and Lucius saw a lot of mistreated Pokémon, which made him more enclined to listen to Team Plasma and believe in their ideals, but then he realised it was all just Ghetsis wanting power before the events of BW went down and he dipped

her team is likely incomplete for now, but is made of Altaria, Decidueye, Florges and Lycanroc (day). have not determined who the starter is yet

finds it funny that one of Ryden's coworkers is named Lucian

Arwin:

one of the Sinnoh region's top trainers. considered becoming a gym leader, but his team isn't uniform enough for that

born and raised in Pastoria. currently lives in Veilstone

avoids cities that are too close to the Coronet mountain range because they're cold as balls

his team is made of Empoleon (starter), Garchomp, Dragalge, Eelektross, Togekiss and Basculegion (female)

they obtained their Basculegion in the same way that Ana got their Zoroark: on a walk around Lake Acuity because their Empoleon wanted a swim. space-time distortion happened. they kept the funny fish

Arwin and Ryden met as kids on the beach near Pastoria: Arwin was surprised that younger-than-10 Ryden already had a Pokémon. They became friends and remained friends and set out on their Pokémon journey together many years later. They dated during that, but Arwin broke up with Ryden and shortly after he had to go home because his mother Chantelle was in an accident

the accident didn't kill Chantelle, she was fine after a few days, but it was an extremely stressful time for Arwin, and he blames Furie for it: she was there when it happened, her Staraptor was also injured, and Arwin interpreted that as her being the cause of the accident. He hates her as a result (she wasn't actually to blame)

will do everyone else: Later!

also lore is subject to change if i feel like changing it

#kell.txt #oc tag #oc: ryden #oc: anathema #oc: louvain #oc: lucius #oc: arwin #pokémon au #they live in my brain

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devilmeows · 1 year

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day 7: first meeting - ryden and ana

[prompt list]

It was strangely cold for the middle of June. The sky was bright blue without a single cloud to be seen, but the wind gave him goosebumps. Granted, the reason he was cold may have been because he was in a tunnel. The slightly humid stone walls surrounding him did not make the air any warmer. Maybe it was also because he’d forgotten to take his trusty coat with him and was wearing clothes that hardly kept him warm, even though he’d known he’d be sitting here for a while. Sometimes, he made stupid decisions.

But those weren’t the reasons why it was cold. Because for everyone else, it was a perfectly season-appropriate temperature. He was the only one who was cold. And he was cold because someone was coming.

I really should tweak that part of the spellwork, Ryden mused as he tapped the tip of his tail against the wall, the clicking echoing in the tunnel. Like, make me feel cold or hot but only when the person’s five minutes away from here. Hm. No, not five minutes, but like, an hour. An hour sounds good. It’s better than sitting here all day. He probably looked cool and all, sitting on this stone block in a dark tunnel, just far enough from the exit that he was cloaked in semi-darkness, but it got boring after a while. And he was still cold. He really should’ve taken his coat instead of rushing out of his room like an impatient idiot.

His ears twitched. He picked up the very familiar sound of footsteps on the train tracks that led inside the tunnel, the same tracks that were only visible to a handful of people. Maybe he wouldn’t have to wait for much longer. Amazing, he thought, stretching himself then hopping off the block and unfolding his wings for bonus cool points. Sometimes, if you want something to happen, all you have to do is complain about it!

Except his relief didn’t last for long, because he recognised the silhouette headed towards him. He hardly managed to stop himself from groaning.

“Nice to see you too, Ryden,” the man snorted. As he stepped into the shadows, Ryden noticed he’d already taken off his contacts: his eyes gleamed yellow and red in the shade of the tunnel. He eyed the demon as he took a small golden watch out of his pocket. “Someone coming?”

“Yep,” Ryden replied, letting himself dramatically fall back on the stone block, spreading his wings and bringing a hand to his forehead. “I am freezing, I am slightly hungry and most important of all, I was kicking Jade’s ass at Mario Kart before duty called. Truly, the universe hates me. Please tell me you saw someone walking around looking lost on your way here.”

The man snorted. “I did not.” He unhooked a plastic bag from his shoulder with one hand, then extracted a packet of biscuits from it and tossed it at Ryden. “Here, that should solve at least one of your problems.”

“Oh, Dad, you are my saviour,” the demon said, enthusiastically tearing the packet open and flicking the strips of cardboard away. His father grunted, eyeing the trash pointedly. In response, Ryden simply shrugged and snapped his fingers, making it disappear in a puff of smoke. “So, how was work, Louvain Forna the completely normal human?”

Louvain set down his bag then leaned against the wall opposite of his child. “Uneventful, as per usual.” The werewolf worked a boring office job that Ryden knew little about. Partly because Louvain didn’t talk about it that much, partly because Ryden didn’t want to know about it.

“Allow me to reiterate that I can just make the things we need appear,” he said, taking out the plastic container and tearing it with a newly-formed claw. “You don’t need to go out there and subject yourself to pointless human stuff when you could just…not.”

“It’s not as boring as I make it sound,” the werewolf replied. His tone was somewhat flat, in a way that had now become familiar, after having the same conversation so many times. “Watching humans bicker is actually quite entertaining.”

Ryden hummed noncommittally. He fished a biscuit out of the packet and took a bite out of it as he looked away. I’m worried about your safety, idiot. Louvain knew this. Ryden had told him exactly that when his father had told him he’d gotten a job in the city. He hadn’t believed it at first. It had been soon, far too soon after he had died. Louvain, of all people, should’ve been the one to want to stay away from the outside world after that. He knew how dangerous it was for people like them: after all, the Haven had been created for that exact reason. Having a werewolf running around, exposing himself to human as well as non-human threats was far from safe.

Don’t worry about me, Ryden, Louvain had said. I can handle myself. I’ve survived worse than an office full of petty humans.

But I can’t lose you.

Ryden shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts before his brain went places he didn’t want to explore. Dad’s a big boy. He’ll be fine. The next sentence in his train of thought had a voice that was slightly different from his own. He shut it out.

“I bought some new fairy lights,” the werewolf said; changing the subject and taking out a mess of strings from his plastic bag. “Arwin said a few people wanted some.”

“Oh yeah, he did mention that. Ironically, I think it was one of the fairies who asked for them.”

Louvain snorted. “Of course. Well, I hope they-”

He cut himself off, frowning, and sniffed the air right as a violent shiver shook Ryden’s body. Oop, there we go, he thought, making the biscuits in his hand vanish. He pushed himself away from the wall, stretched his wings and straightened up. Didn’t even take that long, in the end. He didn’t even need to shift his ears to pick up the sounds of footsteps. This time, unlike Louvain’s, they were slightly hesitant and uncertain, despite how steady their thumping sounded. This person knew where they were going, but they weren’t entirely sure it was truly happening. Louvain and Ryden shared a look, and the demon nodded. Their gazes then turned to the train tracks, where an unfamiliar silhouette finally appeared. They looked tall and strong, certainly rivalling Louvain in terms of size. They had fiery red hair, and he couldn’t tell for sure from this distance, but their clothes looked worn and torn.

And then he saw the wings.

Ryden instinctively took a step back, holding back a hiss.

What the hell was an angel doing here?

His gaze darted to Louvain, who clearly didn’t look as alarmed as Ryden was feeling. He hadn’t even started to shift as he usually did when a threat appeared: instead, he simply stared at the angel with wide, surprised eyes. Neither of them moved as the newcomer stopped a few metres away from them, at the entrance of the tunnel, where the sunlight still touched them.

“Greetings,” their voice was husky, as if they hadn’t spoken in a long time. “My name is Anathema. I come seeking shelter.”

The angel’s face was a perfect mask of neutrality. Their lilac eyes betrayed no emotion, and their wings only shivered with the breeze. They simply stood there, neither menacing nor scared. Ryden squinted. Under his breath, he muttered the same spell he always used to probe the intentions of anyone suspicious. Louvain’s ear twitched almost imperceptibly as he did so. He waited, waited for the sour taste in his mouth that would indicate ill intent, but nothing came. Instead, he only scented a spring breeze and felt as if he were wrapped in the warmth of thick blankets: a silent plea for help and comfort. Ryden didn't move. For a moment, he thought he'd cast the spell wrong, so he did it again. And he got the same results, except stronger. How could this angel look so unbothered, so bored and yet be in such need of their help?

But magic never lied. Magic had no sense of morality: it simply obeyed its wielder and brought them what it found, regardless of whether they'd like it or not. Even if one begged magic to not give them a certain answer, it would not be swayed. One could not corrupt magic, or make it take a side, no matter how much people could try to do that. Magic had no mind of its own, it simply existed when it was needed. Ryden knew that: his magic had been a part of him his entire life, and he'd worked harder than anyone to understand it in its entirety, and that lesson was the most important one he'd ever learnt. Magic could not lie.

Besides, for this angel to have found them, they would've had to meet the requirements of the Haven's protective spells: the need for shelter, for protection from a world that wanted you dead, with no will to harm those who also needed protection. If they hadn't fit that bill, they would not have felt the existence of this place, would not have seen the train tracks leading to where he'd been waiting, would not have been standing there in front of them right now.

Admittedly, that meant the spells Ryden had just cast had been unnecessary.

His magic had spoken, so Ryden had to yield. This angel needed the Haven.

"Well, hi there, Anathema," the demon said, breaking out one of his charming smiles to try and dissipate the tension. "Mind if I call you Ana?"

The angel blinked. "I suppose not."

"Great! Well, Ana, I'm happy to announce that you've come to the right place!" He twirled, spread his wings and dramatically gestured towards the shadows of the tunnel. "Welcome to the Haven, where every monster on this planet can live without fear."

Ana still didn't react. Ryden was used to seeing people slump in relief, or seeing their knees buckle, or even crying at the news that they'd finally made it here, but a complete lack of reaction was new to him. Strange.

But what was even stranger was that he was intrigued by it. Drawn to it. He wasn't frustrated or bothered. He wanted to know more, to scratch the surface of that person who wasn't even supposed to be here due to the very nature of who they were.

Incredible that in only a few minutes, he'd gone from feeling hostile to curious towards this angel.

"Well, we're not going to stand here all day, are we?" Ryden said, clapping his hands and turning on his heel. "Follow me!"

He started walking towards the shadows, his ears twitching when he heard two sets of footsteps follow him. He lifted one hand, the air humming with magic in its wake, and as he traced an oval shape in the space in front of him, a purple light flashed. The shadows distorted, then split into a portal. He turned to look at Ana, smiling, but there was still no change to their expression.

"After you."

They blinked at him, then looked at the portal. They stood there in silence for a moment, staring at it, before deciding to step through it. Ryden watched them disappear, but before he followed them, he turned to Louvain.

"They're a banished angel," the werewolf answered his question before he could even ask it.

#oc-tober #writing #oc: ryden #oc: louvain #oc: anathema #kell.doc #teehee. writing :)#wrote this like. a year and a half ago? reworked it a bunch and now here it is. in your eyes

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