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69th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Hanzo + Pokémon – CYOA interlude – Part 5/5 – Their little adventure comes to an end and Hanzo gets back on the road to becoming a Pokémon master. Which has him on his back with his legs spread far more often than you would think.

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Once Kikuri is more alert, she is indeed not all too pleased about the fact that the sun has already begun going down and all she had been able to do is hang around Hanzo’s neck like a particular looking scarf.

She can’t tell that to him with words, of course, but the look on her face is speaking volumes as she sits on his bed and stares out the window. He doesn’t dare get in reach of her claws until he has organized a tasty meal for her and is putting that in front of her seething form.

“You can rest in your Pokéball if you’d rather do that,” he tries but the look she throws him has him lift his hands in capitulation and take a step back to let her eat in peace.

He sits in an armchair close to the window, getting himself comfortable with a blanket and his phone in his lap so he can text a bit with Cole. As always, the other does not let him wait long for a reply. It makes Hanzo wonder whether he truly does not have to do anything or whether he puts down everything just to talk to Hanzo.

He quite likes that thought. Having him at his beck and call even when he’s not there to deny his orgasms and be mean to him.

Hanzo startles when he feels a touch at his leg, looking down to see Kikuri pulling herself up the fabric of his pyjama pants to lie on his lap. She is very pointedly not looking at him but he can tell that she’s still breathing quite heavily and is exhausted after moving around as little as that.

In a way it is comforting to know that even someone as fiercely independent as his bossy Salandit can be quite needy for a bit of company every once in a while. He makes sure the blanket is draped across her. Once he is certain that she is back asleep, he turns back toward his phone.

The whole day had been meant as a relaxing treat for his team but he has to admit that he quiet enjoyed it himself. It had certainly been interesting to see Goomy enjoying his time with some baby Pokémon; or finding out that Maddox apparently is quite the flirt with the ladies.

There are still so many things that he has not yet found out about his Pokémon’s personalities and quirks and he is quite eager to find out more about them as they keep moving on their path to victory.

Even though it will eventually lead him through Cole at the very end. He looks down at the phone in his hand, idly scrolling through their past text messages and looking at all the emojis Cole likes to send him along with his sheer unending endearments.

And quite a few lewd pictures of his body that Hanzo spends way too much time staring at.

They’ll cross that bridge when it comes.

.oOo.

Hanzo is quite surprised to find that when he strolls back toward the entrance of the spa-slash-amusement park that his team is already waiting for him. He had thought that he and Kikuri would need to camp out for a while before the others would come strolling back, but there they are, all lying together at the side of the road, warming themselves in the morning sun.

It is Goomy that notices him first, the slimy antennae on his head perking up some as he starts to scoot toward him. It’s the first time that Hanzo feels Goomy is actually and genuinely happy to see him which eases something inside him that he hadn’t even known was making him worry.

It’s just that Goomy had been so timid since he caught him; always so anxious and afraid. For the first time he seems relaxed and just happy to be there.

Kikuri, as soon as she spies the others, fights her way out of Hanzo’s arms and skitters over toward them. She obviously feels a lot better after a good night’s rest which is a relief even though Hanzo kind of misses her having been more docile.

He gets to his team and looks them all over, pleased to see them all healthy and happy. Zeus does not seem the worst for wear either so Hanzo assumes he’s been left to his own devices, just playing in the water.

“Did you all have fun?” he asks with mild amusement. “I hope you’re ready to get back on the trail. There are still a few badges left for us.”

He takes the ribbons off of his Pokémon, spending a bit of time cleaning Goomy’s and making sure everything is in order while his team is slowly getting up from their resting spots. He would have thought them more reluctant to leave this place, if he were honest but the faces in which he looks once he has deposited their things and turns back to them, are all happy and filled with anticipation.

They want to go out and back on the road. They want to go on this journey with their trainer and become the number ones of the Pokémon League.

Even Goomy has an expression of determination that Hanzo had frankly not thought possible.

He supposes they had all needed this little time out. Time away from each other to just decompress and do nothing for once. It served no real purpose, this wasn’t meant to be a training exercise or a trust exercise or anything of the like – just them having fun.

That’s important too every once in a while, he figures. He should keep in mind that it is not healthy to be too driven all of the time.

“Well then. Let’s be back on our journey,” Hanzo murmurs as he gives everybody a pet before has one after the other retreat back into their Pokéballs. He brushes back Maddox’ fur that now perpetually hangs over his face, touches the crest between Zeus’ eyes and even pets over Goomy’s sticky, round head.

He has to clean his hand afterwards, eying Kikuri with a little hesitation, but she does briefly lift her head to allow his fingertips to lightly slide over her bald, warm cranium. In the end it is only King remains outside where he’s always been. Hanzo gives his neck a gentle pat, fingers briefly brushing through his fiery mane to feel the prickling, gentle warmth against his skin before he watches him trotting ahead on the trail –  checking out what’s going to come in their future.

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A serie of overwatchXpokemon I did back in 2019 :)

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Will you be opening up non-Chibi comm's anytime soon? :) Gosh I love your work and had been looking for someone who can do OverwatchxPokemon stuff

aw man sorry bout the late reply.

I’ll re-open non-chibi comm most likely by the end of next month as I fear overworking my drawing hand (it was aching pretty bad with some previous full-body commissions)  while still juggling with an animation project. 

Will notify when it’s open again!

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69th Batch Of Fics: 1st Fill

Hanzo + Pokémon – CYOA interlude – Part 1/5 – Hanzo gives his Pokémon a day in a spa/amusement park.

My fwiend asked for a few comfort fics in the CYOA-verse. The CYOA (Choose Your Own Adventure) is over on my patreon channel but I think it should be easy enough to understand without the context.

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Hanzo thoughtfully looks at the large gate signaling the entrance for the Pokémon spa. The area behind it looks like pure wilderness but he figures there must be some kind of facility further in.

Kikuri, his Salandit, is squirming in his arms, obviously eager to get out and in there. Honestly, he is surprised she hasn’t started scratching him yet.

He turns around, looking at the rest of his team. His Gyarados, Zeus, is repeatedly flaring the small fins at his head and growling low which draws a few nervous gazes from the other Pokémon trainers.

King snorts and digs his hoofs at the ground, not happy that he isn’t the center of attention, and Goomy just looks… nervous. In general. With his life situation and everything, probably – Hanzo hasn’t quite figured him and his anxieties out yet.

Maddox, his freshly evolved Midnight Form Lycanroc, sits dangerously close to one of the spa’s trashcans and he figures they should get a move on if he doesn’t want him starting to rummage around in it for some snacks. His appetite had been through the roof since his evolution.

“Well,” he says finally, clearing his throat. “If you guys would like a spa day, I think we can arrange that. As long as you can behave.”

He has to lean out of the way of one of Kikuri’s claws swiping at him after all.

After his team enthusiastically makes it known that they indeed want to have a day in the spa, he makes his way over to the entrance.

.oOo.

“Wonderful, that would be all. If you would give each of your Pokémon these colored tags and keep this communication device at your person at all times, so our staff may contact you if there were any need?”

Hanzo nods, quietly murmuring a thanks as he awkwardly juggles all the items that the receptionist has shoved over the counter at him. The tags are mostly ribbons which he can stretch out to fit around the neck of each of his Pokémon so they would be easily recognizable as being a part of his team.

“That would be all. The park is yours for twenty-four hours. We will meet here again tomorrow at this time. Stay safe and… don’t do anything violent.” His eyes flick toward his Salandit as he says that, though she is already wobbling toward Goomy to assume her seat on his head and make him carry her around for the rest of the day probably.

Hanzo sighs softly, giving each of his Pokémon a gentle pat and watching them slither, run, and fly away.

Standing there all on his own, he feels rather… lonely. It’s been a long while since he last wasn’t accompanied by at least one Pokémon. He can’t even see King’s glittering gray fire any more, though he supposes he just needs to follow the throngs of people wanting to have a look at a Shiny to find him.

After a moment of gathering his bearings, Hanzo clips the communication device to his belt to make sure he wouldn’t miss it if he was being contacted, and starts to slowly make his way along the initial path of the spa. There are tons of trainers walking with him or coming from the direction they’re heading to, all alone after they had been pretty much abandoned by their Pokémon.

It’s a bit of a weird vibe as none of them seem to know what to do with themselves, empty Pokéballs sitting in their pockets, but Hanzo finds that it is certainly a bit comforting to know that he isn’t the only one. And his team is going to have fun today. He could have some, too.

Soon enough the huge main building comes into view. He is sure they have a wonderful cafeteria. It’s been a while since he last ate a nicely prepared, warm meal.

.oOo.

He is at the end of his coffee after his meal, thinking about finding himself a spot in the sun to doze a little, when the communication device he’s put on the table of the cafeteria softly beeps.

Hanzo eyes the device, seeing a light blinking steadily, and another beep. Figuring someone is trying to contact him, he sighs deeply and pushes the button.

“Hello?”

“Mister Shimada?”

His insides curl a little in on themselves. Oh, what did they do this time…?

“Yes?”

“Do not be alarmed, but if you would come to training facility F and take a look at your Salandit? We think it might be having a cold or somesuch.”

He frowns a little but does immediately get up. “Of course. I’ll be there in a moment.”

.oOo.

The staff is, in fact, correct. The warmth radiating off of Kikuri is different than usual; it feels more sickly and uneven as he picks her up from the corner she has sat herself into. Instead of swiping at him or immediately complaining that her play time has been cut short, she uses her sharp little claws to pull herself up his chest and around the back of his neck where she comes to lie with a little, exhausted huff like a dry, warm hand towel.

Hanzo sighs softly and touches her bald little head before leaving her be. He’s been around enough sick Pokémon during his time in Hanamura to know when to be worried and when not. He is suitably sure that a day or two of simply resting will get her back into shape sooner or later.

He had not anticipated having a companion today but he is grateful for it. Loneliness doesn’t sit well with him. It makes him get too much into his head; especially after he’s spent the past few months pretty much joined by the hip with his Ponyta-come-Rapidash and King’s larger than life personality has become such a constant in his personal space that suddenly not having him close anymore, be it in person or in a Pokéball at his hip has been rather… weird.

“So… where did you leave your trusted steed?” he mutters half to himself, not anticipating Kikuri to give him an answer one way or the other – and she doesn’t. She just tucks her snout against his neck and breathes uncomfortably hot fever breath down the front of his shirt.

He carefully puts his backpack back on and looks about the training facility. It’s a kind of jungle gym with a cacophony of Pokémon calls as all kinds of species play with one another. Still, it does not take long for him to spot Goomy; the Pokémon is an Alpha after all and his size means that he sticks out of every scenery like a sore thumb.

Hanzo is about to go to him to make sure he’s fine but pauses just after a couple of steps as he sees that he is, in fact, playing with other Pokémon. Baby Pokémon, to be exact.

It shouldn’t be a surprise, given how timid Goomy is, but it still has him pull his brows up in intrigue as he watches Togepi and Bonsly and Happiny dancing around him, crawling up his soft, slimy body and bouncing on top of his head or sliding down his back.

In fact, he’s never seen him look so happy and content. It’s enough to have Hanzo decide not to approach him after all. He should just enjoy his day off and not feel like his trainer is keeping tabs on him.

It’s also good to see that the training back with Reinhardt seems to have born fruit and sent him on his way toward being a more confident Pokémon.

He just needs time in that regard.

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69th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Hanzo + Pokémon – CYOA interlude – Part ⅗ – Hanzo goes to have a look at his Lycanroc, then has a little phonecall...

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It turns out, some Pokémon lines, such as Snorlax or Gulpin have been limited to a certain amount of snacks. Hanzo is studying the sign put in place in front of the café, weirdly impressed with the spa’s business tactics.

It’s not like it had been cheap to let five Pokémon use the facility for a whole day; he kind of splurged his father’s money but he can’t say that he feels very terrible about it. He’s grown up with a lot of money and while he usually is frugal, he does like to splurge every now and then.

Especially when he is on the road with other acquaintances – which does remind him that he hadn’t spoken to Lúcio in a bit.

He should rectify that later. Maybe after he’s found Maddox. He just hopes he’s actually here.

The large double doors open and while Hanzo can tell that all food served here definitely is meant for Pokémon consumption, he can’t deny that it smells rather appetizing – though there is a distinct lack of coffee smell that had been permeating the human cafeteria he had visited earlier.

There is a certain kind of noise here that hadn’t been in the other one as well; a lot of Pokémon sitting on tables or standing at troughs and gobbling down whatever treats are presented to them.

As he slowly makes his way through the place, he notes that he can’t find Maddox anywhere; which surprises him quite a bit. But since he is here already, there is a hallway with a large sign above it designating it as the route toward one of the many spa facilities, so he starts to wander there out of pure curiosity.

The hallway is not too long. At the end are large glass doors that already let him see a few Pokémon on padded tables as they got rubbed down by personnel which seemed to consist both of humans and other Pokémon.

The atmosphere inside is quite different than the one he had just left. It is peaceful and quiet here with a murmur of music offering a gentle backdrop as Pokémon of all kind of species get pampered.

Among them, he realizes after a double take, is Maddox. He’s currently lying on a table much like many of the other Pokémon and is getting his hind paws massaged by a young, attractive woman.

Hanzo makes his way over, careful not to step on any stray tails or tentacles that might be lying in his way. The young woman looks up just as he steps toward the table, a confused smile on her features.

“Oh? Uhm… hello, can I help you?”

Hanzo peers from her face, to her hands still slowly kneading one of Maddox’ paws, up to Maddox himself who is lying with one arm dangling off the side and the other thrown over a swollen belly. He looks like he’s in a food coma.

He has to shake himself out of it, realizing that he’s been asked something. “Ah, well… no, not exactly. He is one of my Pokémon. I was just wandering around the area and thought I might check whether he would be in the café, but apparently…” he trails off.

The young woman is grinning wide as she leans over to grab a nail file and start going to town on Lycanroc’s sharp claws.

“Oh, it’s been in the café alright. Most of them have been. And once they got their fill they stagger in here and let themselves get massaged to sleep.”

Hanzo nods slowly, looking about. Yes, he can definitely see that.

“Well then, I do not wish to impose. I am glad he is having a good time…”

“It’s such a charmer!” the woman suddenly bursts out, a wide grin on her face. “I’ve never met such a sweet Lycanroc. It’s such a little flirt, you know?”

Hanzo blinks slowly at her, forcing a stiff smile onto his lips. “Ah… well, thank you. That must be the influence of his… former… trainer.”

She pauses in the pedicure and eyes Hanzo with even more interest now. “Oh? Usually traded Pokémon are so timid… I would never have guessed. Its old trainer must really be a sweetheart.”

She is just fishing for a name, that much Hanzo can tell, and he is very much reluctant to give it to her. He doesn’t know whether she is interested enough in the Pokémon League to realize that Cole is the current champion, but even if he weren’t – he is… jealous. He doesn’t want her to try and contact him, even though he is sure the lazy bastard gets a million booty calls a day just because he is famous.

His mood sours considerably at the thought.

Luckily, Maddox suddenly wakes from his food coma with a snort and blinks up at Hanzo, dazed. He can tell that it takes the Pokémon quite a while to realize that he is not just a hallucination but actually standing there. The moment it clicks for him, Maddox’ maw pulls into a shady looking grin and he makes an odd chuckling sound. It really does remind Hanzo of Cassidy, now that he thinks about it.

Way too comfortable with being a charming, lazy, little…- well. Maddox has changed quite a bit in his mannerisms since his evolution but in the end he is still the same. Just a sweet pup. Hanzo’s pup that he can’t be mad at, especially not for behaving the way he’s been told to do.

So he pets his snout, then turns toward the young woman and lightly bows at the waist. “Thank you for taking good care of him. I will be going now.”

“W-What? No, just a-”

He turns, pretending he didn’t hear her so he wouldn’t find some choice words for her shameless digging. He gets out his phone as soon as he is outside of the massage parlor, and dials Cole’s number.

Lucky for the slob, he picks it up on the second ring.

“Well ain’t that a nice surprise? Didn’t think I’d hear your sweet li’l voice today, babydoll. How’re you doin’?”

Hanzo can feel his anger melting almost against his own will. There really is something disarmingly charming about Cassidy’s slow, friendly drawl.

“I am well, thank you,” He replies stiffly. “Where are you right now?”

“Oh, you know. Just out an’ about. Walkin’.”

“...searching for your Pokémon?”

“Yeah.”

Hanzo exhales softly, his annoyance quickly evaporating. “I just had a little talk with a young lady who seemed egregiously interested in you.”

“Mmnnhhh did you, now?” Cole has the audacity of sounding mildly amused. Hanzo clicks his tongue in disgust, turning back onto the main walkway, Kikuri a hot, limp weight around his neck.

“Would you like me to give you her number?”

“Nah. Not really in the mood for anythin’ of the like. I got a little somethin-somethin’ goin’ right now, you know? With a hot little stud I’ve been seein’. Real fire cracker. Got my balls in a crushin’ grip.”

Hanzo shudders, eyes flicking around, nervous despite himself that someone might hear.

“So you’re… not looking?”

There’s a chuckle on the other end of the line. It sounds soft and affectionate and makes Hanzo’s stomach twist in on itself in the best way. Then Cole mutters, whole unrepentant: “Nah. I’ve found what I’ve been lookin’ for. Don’t need nothin’ else.”

Goddamn but he is a charming bastard. Hanzo cusses at him softly and all that answers him is more of that soft chuckling that gets him feeling all kinds of things.

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69th Batch Of Fics: 2nd Fill

Hanzo + Pokémon – CYOA interlude – Part ⅖ – Hanzo visits his Gyarados.

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Now that Hanzo has already checked up on two of his Pokémon, it feels kind of right to go and see what the others are up to. He has no idea where all of them went, but standing before the huge sign board pointing in all kinds of directions for various playgrounds and training facilities, he can at least have an educated guess where any of them might be.

He supposes he should see about Zeus first. Being a Gyarados he probably has quite a few people on edge, so he starts to make his way over to the pool area. The area of the spa facility is so humongous that he regrets not having rented himself a bike.

So walking it is while he takes in the scenery. It is mostly forest with the odd building planted here and there, seemingly dropped down at random. He is sure if he were to look at the whole thing from a bird’s eye view, it would make more sense to him, but as it is, he doesn’t really get it.

Not that the placement of the facilities is specially important; it’s about Pokémon relaxing and playing and having fun.

After a good hour of walking he only has to follow his ears toward the ever increasing sound of rushing water. Soon enough he starts to almost trip over various water Pokémon chasing around the edges of ponds appearing here and there. He’ll have to shoot a message to Lúcio to let him know about this area; he’s pretty sure his team would love it here as well.

Through the trees he can already spy a large man made lake with an artificial waterfall that is the source of the noise. He can also see Zeus splashing around in the middle of the lake, apparently unperturbed that all the other Pokémon give him a wide berth.

There are a few trainers gathered in groups as well, though Hanzo isn’t able to tell whether they are worried or simply talking amongst themselves. He does not want to simply assume anything, but after what he knows Zeus has been through as a Magikarp, and given the circumstances under which he rescued him, he finds himself a bit more tense than he would have liked.

Now that he is standing at the shore of the lake, watching him glide through the water like the giant water snake that he is, he realizes that he’s been worried about him more than any of his other Pokémon. More than Kikuri, even, despite her being infinitely more aggressive than his Gyarados.

He hadn’t been worried about him misbehaving, though. Hanzo finds himself looking about after all just to make sure there is no obvious animosity going on amidst the gathered humans, before he whistles sharply, just once.

Zeus does not pause in his swimming but he does lift his head some and peer around. Upon seeing Hanzo standing at the shore and waving with one hand, he immediately turns to make his way toward him, leaving a few Pokémon that couldn’t get away fast enough to be pulled along in his wake for a bit.

He stands himself half-way on the grassy shore right next to Hanzo, wiggling his fins at him in greeting.

Hanzo relaxes himself quite a bit at the sight. He reaches out, lightly rubbing the crest above Zeus’ eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Zeus’ whiskers tremble in reply to the question. Hanzo smiles a little. He crouches down in front of him and touches one of the deep scars scattered along his body. There are no scales there; just his skin feeling tough and leathery against Hanzo’s fingertips as his body has adapted to those weak spots.

“I am glad to see that. Don’t let anybody spoil it for you, you’re behaving perfectly well.”

Zeus is making a low rumbling sound; as if he were purring while he gets his face pet by his trainer.

Hanzo has to admit that he is quite humbled by Zeus’ general attitude toward him. Even as a Magikarp, after all that he had been through, he had been very trusting of Hanzo from the very beginning. Maybe he had been able to feel his new trainer’s intentions. As far as Hanzo has come to know him, he is a very sensitive Pokémon – level headed even after his evolution.

Hanzo smiles thinly and stands back up from his crouch slowly, bracing himself against Zeus’ nose as he does so.

“I did not mean to disturb you, my friend. Go back and play; we will see each other tomorrow morning… Stay safe.”

Gyarados turns his head slightly, staring at Hanzo with one of his large eyes. He rumbles after a moment, seemingly pleased with what he had seen, and presses his flat nose against his trainer’s chest in a brief show of affection.

It only occurs to Hanzo then just how big Zeus’ maw is; it would be easy for him to snatch him up and swallow him down in one choking gulp. There’s a small flutter of apprehension somewhere low in Hanzo’s stomach but he ignores it in favor of petting Zeus one last time before watching him turn and smoothly submerge beneath the water. His dark shadow looks ominous, moving back toward the middle of the lake where he reappears to slowly resume swimming in a circle.

Just like Hanzo had found him a few minutes ago.

He reaches up, fingers petting over Kikuri’s dry, feverishly hot back. She does not react one way or another; the heavy, limp way she rests around his neck tells him that she is deeply asleep.

It’s better that way; sleep has cured many a cold.

After another moment of hesitation, he turns and makes his way back toward the main path, throwing the other trainers milling about distrustful little glances. He feels as if their eyes are on him, judging him for letting a Gyarados out there unsupervised with their precious Pokémon. He ignores it. There’s nothing else he could do, after all.

“Now… where are the other two,” he mutters to himself, standing in front of the huge sign board, brow furrowed. He has a good idea where he might find King, but that place is pretty much at the very end of the facility.

“If I were a lazy Lycanroc, where would I be,” he murmurs under his breath before his gaze lands on the words ‘Pokémon Café’. “Ah. Yes. Of course.”

He rearranges his backpack, makes sure Kikuri is still very secure around his neck, then starts to make his way toward the café, wondering how this place could even afford something like it, given how many Pokémon lines are quite egregious eaters.

Well, maybe he would find out.

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69th Batch Of Fics: 4th Fill

Hanzo + Pokémon – CYOA interlude – Part ⅘ – Hanzo visits his Rapidash at the race tracks.

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Cole’s words keep bouncing around Hanzo’s head long after they’ve reluctantly hung up their call. He likes that Cassidy seems to be just as interested in him as Hanzo is, though the lazy bastard has a much easier time admitting to it and saying it out loud.

He does not seem to mind for the moment that Hanzo is not actually saying anything that much about his declarations of affection, so he still got time to just mull it around and maybe get his own nerves to calm down enough for a hot second so he can tell him that he…

Well. That he isn’t quite as disgusted by this slob as he might pretend to be.

He drags a hand down his face and tries to shake the thoughts out of his system. He’s not quite at the Pokémon race track yet but he has been able to hear the trample of many feet for a while now and the vibrations of it are starting to be felt as well.

The race track because of its size is at the very back of the area but there are quite a bit more trainers visible again after he hasn’t been seeing anybody for quite a while. It does not surprise him; King does tend to pull the crowds.

Zeus does, too, but King does it in a very different way. Hanzo does not need to search for him; he is standing in the front of the race track, surrounded by a bunch of trainers that keep petting him and taking pictures with the shiny Rapidash.

King’s gray mane is thick and glittering. He looks very regal with his nose high in the air and the occasional huff of steam expelled from his nostrils. Hanzo can’t help but stand still for a moment to just stare at the sight. King has changed very little since they started their journey. He’s been but a foal, but even then he’s loved to strut around and be the center of attention.

It is comforting that that at least has not changed. It feels wrong to approach him, so he stays where he is, just staring, feeling foolish for his hesitance at approaching his own Pokémon.

He is just half of a mind to quietly turn around and leave, satisfied that all of his Pokémon are well – other than Kikuri’s fever – when King’s eyes suddenly open and he peers straight at him. He neighs softly and pushes his way through his adoring fans to trot toward Hanzo. Lowering his head, he breathes warm right into his face.

“Oh… hello,” Hanzo says softly. He had not anticipated this reaction.King seems aloof oftentimes so having him actively choose Hanzo above a crowd of people that just wants to love on him and adore him is quite surprising indeed. “Are you having fun?”

King huffs a breath as if to say ‘duh’, before shifting his nose a little and carefully sniffing at Kikuri, a weird look entering his eyes.

“Do not worry. It is just a little cold. She will be right as rain tomorrow, I am sure.” From the corner of his eyes he can see Kikuri lifting her head to briefly touch the tip of her snout against King’s nose which is quite disturbing indeed. She must be deep in her fever dreams right now to be this… well. Gentle. Affectionate. Whatever one wants to call it.

King doesn’t look too sure about Hanzo’s words as well but he does lower his head again to put his horn over Hanzo’s shoulder and press the back of his nose against his chest. Hanzo lightly touches his chin, wondering if King might have felt a bit of homesickness, being separated from his trainer for the first time since the start of their journey – but a loud ringing noise above them startles that thought back out of him.

It’s easy enough to understand what the ringing indicates: all kind of Pokémon eagerly assemble at the starting line of the race track – King included. He throws his head and stomps his hoofs, peering over at Hanzo to make sure that he is watching. Once he is satisfied that his trainer will stay put to see him race the other Pokémon, the start signal is already given. The hoard is off like a shot, the thrum of feet against the ground rather overwhelming this close up.

It vibrates up Hanzo’s legs and has his stomach feel queasy. Other trainers stagger over toward some standing tables to hold on to them, apparently fairing similar to Hanzo.

The track is not entirely visible at all times but when the hoard is out from behind obstacles, he does not have a problem keeping an eye on King. His flaming mane is easily visible and he is always at the very front of the pack.

It’s not too surprising given that he is basically predestined for the race tracks, but Hanzo feels satisfied nonetheless.

A staff member approaches him, gently touching his elbow.

“Sir? We take photos of the finish; if you’d like to, you can buy it?”

He inclines his head towards them to listen but does not stop watching his Rapidash as they come closer toward the finish line, the thrum of the earth once again increasing quite a bit as the Pokémon come closer.

“Yes. I’d like all of them. The ones before this one as well. If you still have them.”

“Oh! Uhm… yeah, sure. Thank you, sir.”

Hanzo can’t help but feel like a proud parent of some sort. Maybe that comes from King having been so young when they went on their journey together; or maybe Hanzo is just a mother hen and never wanted to admit to it.

Maybe there is something to Genji always complaining that he is far too overbearing and trying to ‘ruin his fun’. He can’t help that he’s just always worried.

The Pokémon are hollering as they run over the finish line, clearly having fun with the whole thing despite King clearly being the winner. Hanzo wonders if his Pokémon would be just as good a sport about losing as the others are. He supposes not, but since he’s won – and probably has been winning the whole day – he does not have to cross that bridge anyway.

King prances toward him, obviously pleased with himself and Hanzo can’t help the small, genuine smile that it brings to his face. “You did very well. You’re making me proud.”

He stays for a while longer, watching two more races and how King gets swarmed by other trainers whenever he isn’t out there showing off how fast and pretty he is.

He will be on cloud nine once Hanzo pulls his team up to the very top of the Pokémon League. No Rapidash will be more famous than him, Hanzo is sure of that.

.oOo.

He has to turn back eventually. The walk back to the lodgings of the trainers is very long and he feels like Kikuri does need a bit more rest in a quiet environment.

She is a little more lucid than she had been the rest of the day, her tail curling around Hanzo’s throat instead of just hanging limp off his shoulder, and her tongue tickling the shell of his ear every once in a while.

While her having been down for the count had been quite relaxing indeed as he had not had to worry about being called because she got up to some shit, it had been quite weird to have her so quiet and helpless. He is glad that she is starting to perk up again. Maybe he can pamper her a little after she had to miss out on the whole day.

[tiskycat]

*writing a dumb overwatchxpokemon crossover involving Sombra hacking Molayne’s shit*

*brainstorming with @fabas-waifu about it when she asks me about Sombra’s character*

*links her to Sombra’s origin story, and watches it again myself bc. I’m love her.*

............I’M LOVE HER WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCFCKKKKSAHJFKJKASHDJASDA