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the catbird mates for life
Title: the catbird mates for life
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Odasaku, Dazai, Ango
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Three members of the Port Mafia based out of Olivine City, and their Pokemon.
Notes: Pokemon AU obv.
Olivine City is a beautiful place, or at least Odasaku thinks so. It’s his home, and also where he works now. Ideally he’d settle down somewhere like it, if being too close to the Port Mafia is out - and with the way the Port Mafia works, he’d have to run to another region if he wanted to run at all.
Maybe somewhere in Hoenn. He’s only been to Hoenn a few times, but they were all good experiences for him.
He pets Absol almost absent-mindedly as he watches Dazai feed his Umbreon. Dazai dotes on his Pokemon, allowing him out of its Pokeball almost constantly, even letting him curl up on his shoulders when he’s lecturing his underlings. Umbreon’s a frightening Pokemon to anyone but Dazai.
Or Odasaku. He knows better than to try to pet him, though.
“Hey, Odasaku.” Dazai drops the last berry in Umbreon’s mouth, then turns to look at him. “Absol was your first Pokemon, right? You had her when you joined the mafia.”
Odasaku nods.
“Seems like a strange choice for a first Pokemon, doesn’t it?” Dazai says.
“It just worked out that way,” says Odasaku.
He hadn’t actually intended to become a Pokemon trainer. He was no good with them, just like he was no good with people. He was perfectly fine as an assassin.
But one of his targets had had a badly mistreated Absol, and she had nudged her Pokeball towards him after he’d accomplished his mission. And that had been that. She’d grown healthy again under his care, and now he couldn’t ask for a more loyal Pokemon.
(The kids have a Growlithe that plays with them while Odasaku can’t. Odasaku is saving up for a Fire Stone.)
“Did you have Umbreon while he was still an Eevee?” Odasaku asks.
Dazai nods. “He was a gift. The only gift from Mori I’ve ever actually appreciated, come to think of it.”
Everyone knows that Mori’s gifts should be taken with suspicion. But Odasaku knows for a fact that Dazai loves that Umbreon, or else he’d still be an Eevee.
Ango’s originally from Hoenn, so it makes sense that he’d have a Pokemon Odasaku has rarely seen in Johto. That said…
“Doesn’t Kecleon look just like his trainer?” says Dazai, and Ango splutters.
Odasaku takes a closer look. “He does resemble him. The yellow circles look like your glasses, and he’s always frowning.”
“I’m not always frowning,” Ango says, weakly.
Dazai grins. “Odasaku agrees with me, so you’re outnumbered~ You should name him Ango Jr., that way everyone will know who you mean.”
“That’s a ridiculous name,” says Ango, picking up his Kecleon. He promptly blends in with his shirt.
“It would be strange to nickname a Pokemon after having it for a while,” says Odasaku. “I can’t imagine nicknaming Absol.”
Dazai huffs. “Neither of you are any fun.”
The mission in Alola had been a resounding success, although of course none of them had anything to do with the others’ parts of the mission. Since they’d participated, though, they’d all gotten a Pokemon native to the area as a reward. Something like a souvenir.
Rowlet is currently picking at Odasaku’s hair.
“Is he trying to preen you?” Ango asks. His Popplio is trying to make friends with Dazai’s Litten, which doesn’t seem to be going well judging from Litten’s hissing.
“I guess so,” says Odasaku. “Is it working?”
“No, he’s just making it worse,” Dazai says, cheerfully.
Rowlet stops preening at once and hides behind one of his wings. Odasaku gives Dazai a sharp look, then reaches up to pick the bird off his head.
“There there,” Odasaku says, gently. “Thank you for trying. I’ll comb my hair more if it really bothers you.”
Rowlet coos.
Torracat is an aggressive Pokemon by nature.
“I had to stop a fight between him and Akutagawa’s Weezing today,” Dazai says with a sigh. “But looking at him now, you’d never know he was misbehaving.”
He, Ango’s Brionne, and Odasaku’s Dartrix are curled up in one pile, all three soundly asleep.
“They’re difficult Pokemon, supposedly.” Ango puts his camera away - something that cute had to be documented for posterity. “He’ll evolve into another Dark type and be even more temperamental, you know. Maybe you should branch out.”
“But Dark is the coolest type,” Dazai says.
“Fairy and Fighting types will trounce you,” says Ango. “If you’re not careful with your Pokemon choices, even I could defeat your team one of these days.”
Dazai snorts. “You barely battle at all, Ango. I’m surprised your Pokemon managed to evolve.”
“Yes, well…” Ango looks to Odasaku, who shakes his head silently. “...It’s good to have goals?”
“I think that only applies if they’re realistic.” Odasaku pats Ango’s shoulder.
Ango manages to evolve his Pokemon a second time, even, though he’s the last of the three to do so.
Primarina’s far too big for him to pick up any longer. She doesn’t move out of water very well, so she mostly stays in her Pokeball except when at the coast.
Incineroar, like any sensible Fire Pokemon, refuses to come within five feet of that much water. That leaves Dazai swinging his legs while sitting on a jetty, as he and Odasaku listen to Primarina practicing her song.
When she’s done, they clap politely. Decidueye can’t clap very well with wings, so he hoots in praise instead.
“Do you really deserve such a beautiful Pokemon, Ango?” Dazai asks. “She’s wasted on someone as stuffy as you.”
“Do any of us deserve Pokemon?” Odasaku says, before Ango can reply. “We’re criminals.”
“We probably don’t.” Ango wades into the water a little, enough that he can pet Primarina without stretching. His feet are bare and his pants are rolled up, and if anyone splashes the rest of him with water they’ll anger Primarina, so no one tries. “We’re fortunate that way.”
“Really lucky,” says Odasaku. Decidueye turns his head and coos.
“Lucky.” Dazai looks down at his Pokeballs and smiles a genuine smile.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Character(s): Odasaku, Dazai, Ango
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Three members of the Port Mafia based out of Olivine City, and their Pokemon.
Notes: Pokemon AU obv.
Olivine City is a beautiful place, or at least Odasaku thinks so. It’s his home, and also where he works now. Ideally he’d settle down somewhere like it, if being too close to the Port Mafia is out - and with the way the Port Mafia works, he’d have to run to another region if he wanted to run at all.
Maybe somewhere in Hoenn. He’s only been to Hoenn a few times, but they were all good experiences for him.
He pets Absol almost absent-mindedly as he watches Dazai feed his Umbreon. Dazai dotes on his Pokemon, allowing him out of its Pokeball almost constantly, even letting him curl up on his shoulders when he’s lecturing his underlings. Umbreon’s a frightening Pokemon to anyone but Dazai.
Or Odasaku. He knows better than to try to pet him, though.
“Hey, Odasaku.” Dazai drops the last berry in Umbreon’s mouth, then turns to look at him. “Absol was your first Pokemon, right? You had her when you joined the mafia.”
Odasaku nods.
“Seems like a strange choice for a first Pokemon, doesn’t it?” Dazai says.
“It just worked out that way,” says Odasaku.
He hadn’t actually intended to become a Pokemon trainer. He was no good with them, just like he was no good with people. He was perfectly fine as an assassin.
But one of his targets had had a badly mistreated Absol, and she had nudged her Pokeball towards him after he’d accomplished his mission. And that had been that. She’d grown healthy again under his care, and now he couldn’t ask for a more loyal Pokemon.
(The kids have a Growlithe that plays with them while Odasaku can’t. Odasaku is saving up for a Fire Stone.)
“Did you have Umbreon while he was still an Eevee?” Odasaku asks.
Dazai nods. “He was a gift. The only gift from Mori I’ve ever actually appreciated, come to think of it.”
Everyone knows that Mori’s gifts should be taken with suspicion. But Odasaku knows for a fact that Dazai loves that Umbreon, or else he’d still be an Eevee.
Ango’s originally from Hoenn, so it makes sense that he’d have a Pokemon Odasaku has rarely seen in Johto. That said…
“Doesn’t Kecleon look just like his trainer?” says Dazai, and Ango splutters.
Odasaku takes a closer look. “He does resemble him. The yellow circles look like your glasses, and he’s always frowning.”
“I’m not always frowning,” Ango says, weakly.
Dazai grins. “Odasaku agrees with me, so you’re outnumbered~ You should name him Ango Jr., that way everyone will know who you mean.”
“That’s a ridiculous name,” says Ango, picking up his Kecleon. He promptly blends in with his shirt.
“It would be strange to nickname a Pokemon after having it for a while,” says Odasaku. “I can’t imagine nicknaming Absol.”
Dazai huffs. “Neither of you are any fun.”
The mission in Alola had been a resounding success, although of course none of them had anything to do with the others’ parts of the mission. Since they’d participated, though, they’d all gotten a Pokemon native to the area as a reward. Something like a souvenir.
Rowlet is currently picking at Odasaku’s hair.
“Is he trying to preen you?” Ango asks. His Popplio is trying to make friends with Dazai’s Litten, which doesn’t seem to be going well judging from Litten’s hissing.
“I guess so,” says Odasaku. “Is it working?”
“No, he’s just making it worse,” Dazai says, cheerfully.
Rowlet stops preening at once and hides behind one of his wings. Odasaku gives Dazai a sharp look, then reaches up to pick the bird off his head.
“There there,” Odasaku says, gently. “Thank you for trying. I’ll comb my hair more if it really bothers you.”
Rowlet coos.
Torracat is an aggressive Pokemon by nature.
“I had to stop a fight between him and Akutagawa’s Weezing today,” Dazai says with a sigh. “But looking at him now, you’d never know he was misbehaving.”
He, Ango’s Brionne, and Odasaku’s Dartrix are curled up in one pile, all three soundly asleep.
“They’re difficult Pokemon, supposedly.” Ango puts his camera away - something that cute had to be documented for posterity. “He’ll evolve into another Dark type and be even more temperamental, you know. Maybe you should branch out.”
“But Dark is the coolest type,” Dazai says.
“Fairy and Fighting types will trounce you,” says Ango. “If you’re not careful with your Pokemon choices, even I could defeat your team one of these days.”
Dazai snorts. “You barely battle at all, Ango. I’m surprised your Pokemon managed to evolve.”
“Yes, well…” Ango looks to Odasaku, who shakes his head silently. “...It’s good to have goals?”
“I think that only applies if they’re realistic.” Odasaku pats Ango’s shoulder.
Ango manages to evolve his Pokemon a second time, even, though he’s the last of the three to do so.
Primarina’s far too big for him to pick up any longer. She doesn’t move out of water very well, so she mostly stays in her Pokeball except when at the coast.
Incineroar, like any sensible Fire Pokemon, refuses to come within five feet of that much water. That leaves Dazai swinging his legs while sitting on a jetty, as he and Odasaku listen to Primarina practicing her song.
When she’s done, they clap politely. Decidueye can’t clap very well with wings, so he hoots in praise instead.
“Do you really deserve such a beautiful Pokemon, Ango?” Dazai asks. “She’s wasted on someone as stuffy as you.”
“Do any of us deserve Pokemon?” Odasaku says, before Ango can reply. “We’re criminals.”
“We probably don’t.” Ango wades into the water a little, enough that he can pet Primarina without stretching. His feet are bare and his pants are rolled up, and if anyone splashes the rest of him with water they’ll anger Primarina, so no one tries. “We’re fortunate that way.”
“Really lucky,” says Odasaku. Decidueye turns his head and coos.
“Lucky.” Dazai looks down at his Pokeballs and smiles a genuine smile.