Ciao!

I'm very sorry for the delay, i have rewritten and restarted the fic from scratch more than once but i can never get it to be something I'm happy with, if you like I'm open to suggestions on how i could write it. :)

Dusknoir was a gifted to you, or rather, it was handed down to you, after the passing of it's previous trainer.

You had little experience with ghost type pokémon but you knew of Dusknoir's grim reputation, and as unfair as it is, you were afraid of your companion for a while, until you got sick.

When you fell ill with the flu, you were prepared to medicate yourself, but Dusknoir had other plans for you. The pokémon kept you in your room no matter your protests, and layered pillows and blankets upon blankets on your bed, along with it's own reaper cloth.

Then, without ever being asked, Dusknoir fetched anything it believed could aid in your recovery, carrying everything within the mouth on it's belly. Dusknoir also got you any items it thought could entratain you while you were stuck in bed, including books, puzzles and many sheets of paper and pencils.

It reassured you, knowing the pokémon wanted you back to health, but despite it's best intentions Dusknoir's constant hovering by your bedside crept you out, so you asked the pokémon for some space, and it begrudgingly complied.

However, after falling asleep by yourself, you awoke in the middle of the night and nearly startled yourself to death by fiding Dusknoir staring down at you right next to your room's door. It took you a minute to regain your composure, you saw the pokémon wished to approach but you pleaded with it to keep it's distance.

Once you got over yourself, the flu's symptoms began to kick in once more. You laid your head back down into the pillows and began to massage your temples, aching for some relief.

In the morning, Dusknoir seemed to had left you in peace, you wondered to yourself wether you could have hurt the pokémon's feelings, so, against your better judgment, you got out of bed and sought out the ghost to apologize, but you didn't find it inside the house.

As you were about to put on a coat and leave the place to seek out Dusknoir, the pokémon passed thru your entrance door with a cooked Chansey egg. You gaped at the ghost, but it handed you it's precious cargo and ushered you back to bed before you could let out any complaints.

When you were done eating the egg you felt much better, and despite the previous scares, you looked forward to doing something in return for Dusknoir, so, once you wholly recovered from your sickness, you payed a visit to the cemetery, where your pokémon's previous trainer was laid to rest.

On the day of your town's pride parade, Sylveon got to the assembly point before you, it's ribbons tightened around your leg once you reached it's side, but you barely had any time to catch your breath before the crowd saw you.

"A sylveon!!" A colorful chorus of fabulous looking teens, adults and elderly, called out, then, they gathered all around your friend.

Everyone wanted to pet, to get pictures and embrace your companion, cornering and hoarding the pokémon's attention until one of the organizers, upon noticing, knelt, and hoisted Sylveon up onto a float, one decorated as if it were made entirely out of rainbow baloons, giving the pokémon a breather.

Seeing as you struggled to keep up with the truck, people helped you up as well, and as you looked down from where you stood, a thousand faces were beaming at Sylveon, at you, their eyes filled with awe.

From up the float, you and Sylveon threw confetti on the rejoicing crowd, flaunted what dance moves and cool poses you knew and were even made the protagonists of an improvised karaoke sesh, before jumping off into the arms of your new community of admirers.

TW:violence, emplied injuries

The last few months of training for the oncoming tournament had been rough for Scrafty. It would have loved to compete on the same league as larger and heavier fighting type pokémon, as those matches were often televised or broadcasted, and you had the habit of tuning in with Scrafty and some of your other friends to cheer and bet on the winners.

Unfortunately your companion couldn't put on enough bulk in time, so you signed yourselves up for a more suitable fighting tournament, exclusive to lightweight pokémon.

Granted, Scrafty resulted as a bit on the heavier side compared to the rest of the recorded partecipants, yet the pokémon seemed unwilling to let such advantage spoil the fun for it, on the contrary, it delighted in knowing that it's adversaries would of had to face it head on.

On the day of the tournament, upon arriving at the location, you spent your time motivating and practicing fighting moves with Scrafty, until the pokémon was called into the ring for it's first match. It's opponent was a naughty Croagunk.

The pokémon approached, exchanged leers and shaked each other's paws as the bell rang, but before Scrafty had the chance to disengage and get to it's side of the ring Croagunk pulled your friend towards itself, and delivered a dynamic punch between Scrafty's neck and shoulder, stealing away the pokémon's breath for a moment.

The crowd gasped at the scene, it was quite an unsportsmanlike start to a battle, Croagunk didn't appear to care at the time, and neither did it's coach or trainer.

In response, Scrafty opted on upsetting the pokémon's balance with a low kick, allowing itself to wriggle free of Croagunk's grasp.

As the frog-like pokémon regained it's footing, it conjured a ball of sludge and hurled it at your companion, you gasped as the mud stained Scrafty's skin-trousers, and the pokémon cried out in outrage at the sight.

Croagunk snickered at your friend's wounded pride and, upon seeing it's reaction, Scrafty charged it's adversary, tackling and slamming Croagunk onto the ring's corner.

From there on, the pokémon traded blows in close proximity to each other, and you had to get close and coach Scrafty thru the rest of the fight, in order to avoid getting your friend exposed to Croagunk's poisonous toxins.

Eventually, the smaller pokémon got knocked out, and Scrafty was declared the victor.

During the few hours of respite you were granted from a match, you worked on cleaning your friend's trousers, as it had become quite antsy about them, and tended to the pokémon, applying pultices of mixed healing berries to it's bruises and ensuring it drank the restoring potions you had brought along.

When Scrafty was called up to the ring once again, this time, a Hawlucha presented itself as it's opponent. The pokémon shook paws, and went to their respective sides of the ring. As the bell rang, Scrafty was ready to square up, but to it's surprise, Hawlucha started climbing up the ring's ropes amongst the cheers of the crowd.

You understood what the pokémon's intent was, and barely maneged to warn Scrafty in time, making it avoid Hawlucha as it launched itself at it's adversary, in an attempt to crush onto them with a flying press.

Taking advantage of the opening provided by Hawlucha's awkward positioning after it smashed into the ring, Scrafty tried to engage it's opponent in close combat, but Hawlucha kept Scrafty from approaching thanks to many consecutive cutting air slashes.

It is then, out of sheer annoyance and of it's genuine desire to carry on the battle, that your pokémon acted impulsively.

Scrafty dropped low, and bit down on the leg of it's adversary, causing the pokémon to flinch from pain and surprise, this allowed your friend to catch Hawlucha off guard, delivering a take down, and putting the struggling pokémon out of commission with an headbutt.

You and Scrafty carried on until you reached the semifinals, at which point you discovered your friend would've fought with a pokémon you knew little to nothing about, Marshadow.

Once you saw it get on the ring, however, your concern depleted, the pokémon was small and looked like the less threatening of all creatures, still, you knew that despite it's appearance, Marshadow couldn't be innofensive, and asked Scrafty not to underestimate it.

You then realized your advice was a severe understatement. Marshadow was the sneakiest, and yet most precise pokémon Scrafty ever had the chance to encounter, it's blows were near impossible to predict or even see coming, and Scrafty's rise thru the tournament's ranks abruptly ended.

You had brought Rockruff home with you only recently, and the little thing had begun giving you trouble from the start. The pokémon wasn't bad tempered, but as unused to being indoors as it was, Rockruff was a bit too incautious of it's surroundings.

The pokémon pulled the stuffing out of your pillows as a form of play, pawed at the food's cabinet, dirtying and scratching it's surface, and jumped all over your counters, unwilling to ever lose sight of you. It was during the latter instance that Rockruff had a seemingly ruinous fall, whining and limping upon standing.

You collected the little thing, gently placed it into it's crate and rushed to the nearest pokémon center, afraid for it's wellbeing.

As a nurse welcomed you in you felt Rockruff's crate shake. Looking down at your friend you saw it get agitated by it's new enviorment, the many unfamiliar smells and the presence of so many strangers and pokémon must had overwhelmed it.

The nurse allowed you to settle down on the quietest side of the building as you waited to be called into Joy's examination room, giving Rockruff some respite.

Once it was your turn, you set your pokémon's crate onto the examination table. At first, Rockruff was uncooperative, but nurse Joy maneged to coerce the pokémon into the open with some pokéblocks, allowing for her to take a look and check on the pain and mobility of Rockruff's leg. Your concern grew as you saw confusion building up on the nurse's face.

"I'm sorry," she told you, "but it seems to me like Rockruff pulled a bad prank on you, it's leg is completely fine." you were mortified, and gave your pokémon a stern talking to as you brought it back home.

To say that affairs were doing great would be an understatement. Ever since you had involved Leavanny in your business plan curious clients poured into your shop, requesting anything from mending broken pockets to costum made outfits.

Your pokémon's ability to secrete and thread silk allowed you to always have large amounts of fabric available for use, and Leavanny itself made for a good coworker, one that was easily capable of stitching, sewing and fixing any article of clothing it got it's leaf blades on.

One day, shortly after you had opened the shop, a costumer came in with their Eevee, Leavanny squealed at the sight of the little pokémon, and was content with doting on it while you spoke with the Eevee's trainer to the side, they told you about the contest they had signed up for, and asked for matching outfits for themselves and their pokémon, but they would've needed them within only two days.

You looked to Leavanny then, you could see how much Eevee had endeared itself to your pokémon, and you knew such fondness would've driven your friend to put up and help you with your craft.

You measured and allowed the trainer to pick out the colors and shape of the clothes from a sheet before they left with their companion, then you and Leavanny got to work, prioritizing that last commission above all the others you had scheduled.

While Leavanny assisted you as a whole, it put a lot of effort into Eevee's piece, ensuring it wouldn't itch and wasn't too large for the pokémon's small size. Leavanny also insisted on making crocheted booties for Eevee, so that it wouldn't trip on it's outfit nor let it's paws get dirty, you would charge the bonus item accordingly.

When your costumer returned to collect the clothes, they were satisfied with your work, and as them and Eevee tried on their outfits, you saw glints of joy in Leavanny's eyes as it's tiny friend hopped and twirled in it's new clothes.

You had planned to go on this outing as soon as you had caught Phanpy, the pokémon had come from the reserve afterall, and you wouldn't keep it from the first home it had ever known when the only obstacle was an entrance fee.

It took a while for Phanpy to realize where you had brought it, it stuck close to your side, holding on to your pant leg with it's trunk as you navigated thru the path of the reserve's grassy plains, passing by flocks of espathras, herds of zebstrikas and rhyhorns, until you reached the watering hole where the both of you had first met.

At the sight of the water, the pokémon rejoiced, and before you knew it, Phanpy was gone from your side and splashing into the pond with a renewed confidence.

As you approached, your companion figured you were in need of a refreshing shower after your long trek, so it spouted a strong gust of water at you, knocking you over and basically dousing you from top to bottom. As the pokémon giggled to itself at your fall, you threw a fistful of mud at it in return, and engaged it in a splash battle, one you promptly lost.

While you and Phanpy went off to dry yourselves, it's ears suddenly perked up at the familiar sound of a series of heavy footsteps. Trumpeting in the direction of the noise, your pokémon got a response in the form of similar yet deeper and longer call, which caused your companion to sprint off that way.

You followed Phanpy until you saw it get close to a group of donphans. You watched on as the wild pokémon got to caress, nuzzle and swipe away a bit of the mud you had previously tussled in with their trunks. You dared not interrupt.

As the donphans began to resume their wandering, you saw Phanpy look to you, then back to the pokémon who had been doting on it mere moments earlier. At that, you felt dread and fear build up in your stomach, but to your surprise, Phanpy rejoined your side, and waved goodbye to the donphans with it's trunk.