A/N: I have already started posting this fic on Ao3 nearly a year ago (March 20th, I think), and I was waiting for the character options to show up on this site before I posted here, so people who want to find this rarepair can find it if they want to. I like to post on both sites so that people who only go on on one of the platforms has access to the fics I post.
This fic started out as just for fun, but the longer I work on it, the more I've realized that its going to be another longer fic that gets darker as it goes. Also, there are about 7 or so chapters before there is a time skip of about a year and a half. I've taken some post plot from Sun/Moon and some plot ideas from Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon (I'll try to keep A/Ns at the end of the chapter if there are any, otherwise only warnings will appear at the beginning of a chapter if needed)
Warnings: Implied/referenced abuse, some dub con potential before the time ship (otherwise consensual), violence, Pokemon violence, blood, gun violence, PTSD (other warnings will be put at the beginning of a chapter as needed)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Pokemon. The idea just hit me one day after discovering the pairing and I went with it.
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Nanu knew that it was going to be yet another boring, dreary night, seeing as the rain continued its relentless assault on the police station and surrounding area. With a long, drawn out sigh, Nanu resigned himself to the weather never changing, and patted a Meowth on his lap absently.
Another Meowth, about to launch itself up onto Nanu's lap as well, instead hissed when there was a strange thump against the front door to the station.
Nanu frowned at the door, wondering why his humdrum existence was being disturbed. With a light shake of his head, Nanu shooed the Meowth off of his lap so that he could see what was making the noise and thus interrupting his relative peace and quiet. Nanu opened the door, and seeing nothing at eye level, looked down. Nanu's only outward reaction to his Aloalan Persian sitting there with the crumpled form of Guzma next to it was for his brow to rise in question. Nanu looked from Persian to Guzma and then back to his Pokémon.
"I thought I told you not to bring trash home."
Persian tilted its round head to one side, and then squeezed its eyes shut as the Pokemon purred in response.
"He isn't dead, is he?" Guzma was suspiciously still, from what the officer could see. "I don't want to deal with bodies of the recently deceased." Nanu seriously doubted the young man was dead; if anything, his question was meant to try and get a rise out of Guzma.
Nothing happened but the rain continuing to hammer down and drench the Team Skull leader further.
Persian got to its feet and leaned over Guzma to grip him by the back of his jacket. A semi-conscious groan rose from Guzma at Persian's actions, answering Nanu's question as to whether the man still had any life in him or not.
Nanu could tell that Guzma was clearly not feeling his best over the fact that he made no protest whatsoever at the way the feline Pokémon had started to drag him over the threshold of the station.
"And what makes you think I want that in here?" Nanu asked dryly, though he stepped back in any case to allow his Persian to bring Guzma's limp form inside, and out of the rain. Nanu closed the door and turned around to watch Persian, curious as to where his Pokémon intended take Guzma. At the sight of water pooling down from both Pokémon and Guzma to leave a trail on the floor, Nanu added, "Don't soak the rugs, Persian. I'll never get them dried out completely if you lot keep tracking all of that water in and lying down on them."
Persian made an affirmative huff around the clothing in its mouth, clearly remembering the last time three drenched Meowth crowded on one of the rugs. The feline Pokémon carefully avoided the rugs in the station as it heaved Guzma along, its tail twitching as Persian got lost in deep concentration to do as its trainer asked.
The Meowth that were in the station drew close to see what their fellow feline Pokémon had brought in, though when they realized who it was, half the Meowth lost interest, while the other half took turns carefully batting at Guzma's head, as if to see if he were alive or not. They scattered when Guzma weakly raised a hand to shoo them away, though he went limp again when Persian swatted his arm gently with a paw, before it resumed dragging the tall man along.
By now, Nanu was half amused by the situation, and half concerned with how his Persian had come across Guzma in this state, and why it had chosen to drag him along from who knows where. Not to mention that Persian thought the best place to bring the punk was to the station, and not back to Po Town, where Plumeria could have handled the situation.
Nanu followed his Pokémon, though when the red eyed officer saw his Pokémon's destination, he half smiled at the sight.
Persian fussed over Guzma as it let go of his jacket before it poked and prodded him with its head and paws until the young man lay partially in a Pokémon bed. Persian, satisfied, curled up on the bed against Guzma, and started to groom him with rough swipes of its tongue.
By now, Nanu could tell that Guzma was awake, if barely, and was making minute movements as if to slip away from Persian.
The feline Pokémon discouraged this by resting one paw on Guzma's shoulder to turn him toward it. Persian increased its efforts to groom him, which drew another, more awake sounding groan.
Nanu stepped closer and craned his head down, and saw that Guzma had his eyes open, though it appeared as if the younger man had a moment where he was not completely aware of where he was.
Guzma let out a low huff of irritation, however, once his mind seemed to piece together what was currently happening to him.
Persian let out a purr and increased its efforts to rid Guzma of the rain he was soaked with.
Guzma groaned something about rough tongues and overly friendly Pokémon as he dazedly lifted a hand in an attempt to shove Persian away.
The dark furred Pokémon merely pressed closer to Guzma, claws lightly sinking against the Team Skull leader's shoulder in warning. The Pokemon let out a low growl, as if daring Guzma to try and move away from it again before it was finished with grooming him.
A rare, genuine smile tugged at Nanu's lips at the disgruntled look on Guzma's face, but as soon as the punk turned his head to the side and met his gaze, the smile was gone, replaced with an indifferent expression. It was a stare-off as Persian continued to groom Guzma, until Nanu decided to break the silence with a faint chuckle and a wry comment.
"Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in."
The look on Guzma's face was priceless; perhaps the night wouldn't be as boring as Nanu thought it would be.
