#Emmet looking up to Ingo is reciprocated by the way

[waywardstation]

I love the train of thought au! I hate Tumblr though, especially mobile Tumblr. Had to scroll for 30~20 minutes to reach the bottom of the tag. (Mobile Tumblr reloaded at least a few times and I almost threw my phone. I think I cried twice in frustration.)

I am absolutely foaming at the mouth because I've always liked the way Ingo and Emmet get presented, the characterizations are just so... Mwah 🤭.

For some reason the only thing I could think about after spending an entire night reading that wall of posts was the concept of big brother Ingo.

Sorry if I'm ranting here, it really has nothing pertaining to the au at all but I hate this concept, especially the societal concept that the older brother takes care of the younger one. Twins especially since they are usually born minutes from each other and that really doesn't mean anything different in experience.

Yes, Emmet is younger but I've always pictured him as the headstrong one that stands up for Ingo more often than not. (Honestly that's the vibe they give off collectively). I like to think of them as not in a big brother, little brother dynamic but a "we been through so much shit together we support each other fully" dynamic. I do understand why people like using it though.

Wait, what was this post about again? I swear I'm not trying to negatively rant right after bringing up stuff that plagued my mind while reading. I guess all I want to say is thank you for hosting this wonderful community au on your blog.

Expect Tumblr crabs in your blog later on. This is a warning.

Hey there OP! Glad you like it, I do too!!! (Still working on that masterpost ^^;) and apologies with tumblr mobile, I know it’s not the best with optimization!

I’m putting a readmore below because I got a lot more detailed than I intended to, regarding Ingo and Emmet’s sibling dynamic.

I like your views because it really isn’t as black and white (ha) as all that. I am a twin myself, the younger between us (and also by a few minutes) and throughout our lives it certainly has gone back and forth with us, but there’s really no definite position of looking after the other, just like with any other sibling relationship.

Given how Ingo and Emmet are, I imagine their dynamic very similar to what you’re talking about, being each others’ full supporters. Multiple lines in Masters EX show this, like these few from Emmet:

"Ingo and I are twins. We're both Subway Bosses, and we're each other's closest rival! We always challenge each other to get better. That's the kind of relationship we have! It's always a lot of fun when we're together!"

However, I feel like Ingo might feel… I don’t want to say obligated, because it’s certainly not work, and he knows very well Emmet can fend for himself, but perhaps inclined (pressured? By himself??) to carry through with what’s normally expected of an older brother. He might feel like he should look out for Emmet when he can:

“My younger brother, Emmet, would always entertain passengers on the Battle Subway... Now he is enjoying being a host here on Pasio. However, he's still new to this style of hospitality. Would you mind keeping an eye on him?"

And this might be somewhat spurred by the fact that Emmet looks up to Ingo, which I am sure Emmet has made Ingo aware of - he just might not want to let Emmet down:

"Do you have any siblings? I have an older brother, Ingo. He's verrrry strong. He hardly ever loses in Pokémon battles. Even though I also hold the title of Subway Boss, I really look up to him."

I do feel Emmet is very ready to support Ingo as well, seeing as how in their story event in Masters EX, Emmet was trying very hard to help Ingo with a project of theirs:

"I want to make Ingo’s idea a reality! Please, let me do this!"

And regarding your thoughts that of the two, Emmet is more headstrong, I feel similarly, and think he would always very clearly stand up for Ingo when needed.

I do headcanon that growing up, Emmet was more outgoing than Ingo (and that this led him to meeting Elesa, the new exchange student at their school, and taking her over to Ingo to introduce her to him, since he was more reserved and shy - not terribly so, but more so than Emmet)

ALL IN ALL - both Ingo and Emmet fully support and help each other out whenever they need it. And while Ingo might feel pressured by himself to look out for Emmet as the older brother, Emmet naturally does it for Ingo just as much, if not a little more, simply due to his outgoing nature

To try and tie this back to Train of Thought AU, I’m sure Akari and Irida would see a lot of moments expressing this dynamic of theirs in the many memory traincars throughout the mind station.

AND MG Emmet himself is pretty much a monument to this. MG Emmet is doing everything he can to keep Ingo safe from the Remnant and to protect him, even at his own expense to some degree. MG Emmet might only be a mental projection of how Ingo sees his brother, but the fact that MG Emmet is doing that means Ingo knows Emmet would do things like that for him, and he would.

Thanks for your ask OP!!! Very glad you like the AU, and happy you gave me a chance to go into all of this - I did not expect to dissect things like I did haha.

(And tumblr crabs? oh boy!!! Those would be my first!!)

[teabunnee]

Submas reaction to a very romantic S/O

From the look of things, I didn’t have any saved version of this one, which is sad. I had to rewrite stuff from memory. Original requester! If you have it saved somewhere, let me know! 

Ingo

Oh he is swooning, he is swooning like a Victorian woman in a Jane Austen novel. Only on the inside though. Outside He’s blushing a storm. He murmurs a thanks, stunned almost speechless. Whatever you bring him, if the thought is there, his heart flutters. He deserves to swoon, as a treat. He always thought he would be the giver of the relationship, be the gentleman. This was…unexpected! He’s the sort to at least try and reciprocate in some way. The gifts will be small and thoughtful. 

It’s a sign that you were thinking of him, after all. 

Flowers

The bushels of flowers are pressed to his chest as he lowers his hat over his face. His bright red, blushy face. 

He finds a space either at home or in his office. He changes the water regularly and keeps at least one bloom pressed. It always makes him think of you. 

He’s a rose lover (cliched I know), but he has a fondness for purple and blue flowers, it reminds him of his ace. 

If you tell him the meaning of the flowers he’s practically swaying, he’s a sucker for thoughtful gifts. 

He smiles every time he sees the bouquet, it’s a little unnerving for his employees actually. Until they ask and he babbles about his s/o for a good ten minutes, then it gets disgustingly sweet. 

You might get a small, tasteful bouquet later, filled with your favourite flowers in an elegant style, and tied with a pretty red or purple ribbon. 

Romantic Dinner 

Ingo is usually quite tired after a day at the subway, he loves his job, sure! He just works hard and sometimes overdoes it. 

He is surprised to see the house lights are off, and has to check his watch again to make sure he hadn’t worked overtime again. 

The man is gobsmacked when he opens the door to find you, the scent of roses in the air, rose petals on the ground, you, surrounded by candlelight. A full meal on the dining table?! Chandelure pops out of her poke ball and hums in approval, then with a coax from you, hovers over the table and sings. Ingo stares in surprise at the display. When did you have time to teach her this?!

Ingo is a sucker for the domestic and the romantic, and this hits him directly in the heart. 

He will eat anything you made him, this man, even if it tastes disgusting and he is visibly grimacing. You cannot stop him. 

This man will sing your praises for the rest of the night. He plans on making dinner for you next time, or even taking you out for his favourite restaurant. 

Emmet 

This is definitely a new feeling for him. Emmet doesn’t quite know what to do with himself at first, to be honest. He wants to stim, to jump and hug and kiss you, but for some reason he’s frozen in place. His eyes go wide, and his smile trembles visibly. He’s always been the active one, so someone else taking the initiative is very new to him. Once he’s more adjusted to it, this is going to become a competition. A sickeningly sweet one. 

Flowers 

As you give him the bouquet of flowers. He stares at you long enough to make you think you either offended him or broke him. 

Then he scoops you up and gives you a beeg hug, enough to pop your back. The flowers might get crushed. He giggles and plants a big kiss on your face. 

He feels like a schoolboy as you explain why you brought him those flowers. 

Emmet has never gotten the point of flowers before, but even he is touched by your gesture. He does his best to keep the blooms fresh, and presses all of them once he figures out how to preserve them. 

He finds baby breaths cute, and daisies. He also likes dandelions and chrysthanthemums (because they look like joltiks). He teases you if they are roses, as if he isn’t blushing a storm. 

Every time he sees the bouquet, his smile gets bigger, which is a little freaky for people out of context. 

You are getting a big bouquet at some point, fun, pretty flowers with a big white and green bow. 

Romantic Dinner

Emmet is also quite tired after his job, customer service is harrrrd. He just wants to cuddle with you, take care of his pokemon, and sleep until morning. 

He tilts his head as he sees the lights are off. Perhaps you went to bed early? Understandable. 

As he opens the door, he’s surprised to see red spots on the ground…rose petals? A joltik pops up from a small pile of them in the corner. 

Then he looks up at sees you! With dinner ready! Candlelight all around. oh. Oh! Oh darrrling! He hides his face in his hands, all of his exhaustion is suddenly gone. 

Emmet swoops in and kisses you. This is amazing! His heart feels so warm. 

As you tuck in to eat, you notice him saving parts of his food. He wants to be able to eat this tomorrow too. 

Next week, you might come in and see Joltiks wander around, lighting up the room like candles. A full feast of all of your favourite foods are on the table.  Emmet in a full butler outfit, a bottle of wine in his hands. He smiles at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

[belltrigger]

Submastober Day 21!

Inspiration: There's an older OC-tober prompt-list here that I am using.

Title: Time to Improve Prompt: Different Era Word count: 1727 Synopsis: Ingo thinks about what his life was like before Emmet appeared in Hisui, and considers what he would like it to be like going forward.

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The house that the Pearl Clan had allowed Ingo to use was modest, but as someone completely unknown to them (as well as himself), it was far more than he could have ever hoped to ask for. Since he had no belongings upon his arrival except the clothes he wore, the house was positively ample in terms of storage space. Sometimes, for fun, he would change the location he stored his coat and hat while he was home, and made elaborate decorations with the pokéballs of the pokémon he was planning to travel with the next day. He could tell the pokémon enjoyed it, and so he made sure to always pick fun designs.

He also didn't really spend much time there, either patrolling through even the harshest conditions, or being posted at the Training Grounds of Jubilife. He sometimes ate meals there, when he wasn't invited out by his clan, and slept there. It was lit by lantern but he usually wasn't awake much past the dark unless he was returning from a late night patrol.

However, now, he had a guest! The Man in White from his dreams, who he now remembered as Emmet, had appeared before him. Of course there was no doubt that he would bring Emmet into his home - he could not burden the Pearl Clan further with a request for yet another house and Emmet needed a fine place to stay. He would have thought as much even if Emmet was only his brother, but feelings he'd long struggled to understand now had their recipient again. To be blunt, Emmet made his heart flutter in the most pleasant of ways, and he couldn't begin to imagine living separately from him again. Emmet immediately reciprocated, even telling Ingo that it had been that way for over a decade! Ingo was glad he'd been so lucky in his former life, to have a close and dedicated love that had found him once more.

Emmet always smiled and allowed Ingo to give him a short (very short) tour of the home that Ingo had been staying in. Ingo could feel his face flush in joy when Emmet corrected him to 'our home,' and all he could manage in the moment was to agree gently. Emmet sat his coat and hat next to wherever Ingo placed his, and Ingo had to admit it looked much better than his outer wear sitting there alone. Though, at the time, he also thought that maybe Emmet deserved a place for his things that didn't require waiting on Ingo to place his own.

Emmet's positivity remained no matter what they were doing. He seemed deeply unfamiliar with the methods of cooking that Ingo used, but he sat close to the fire and offered assistance whenever Ingo made them dinner. Emmet often expressed his desire to help more, but he could stir and chop and go outside to gather herbs as compliments to their dishes. After having been by himself for so long, this was easily halving the amount of effort Ingo had previously had to employ. Plus, he enjoyed simply having companionship while he ate in their home. Eating with others before was usually the result of going somewhere else - no one came to Ingo's home for a meal before. In fact, Ingo enjoyed it so much, that they began taking a break during their patrols to return home for lunch.

One night, Emmet wasn't feeling well and went to bed a little earlier than Ingo; after Ingo remembered the exact nature of their relationship, they had started to head to bed at the same time, though not always for sleep. Ingo's bedding was not the most impressive, but he'd managed to requisition a futon for Emmet and they placed them close together. Emmet, of course, wanted to learn exactly how to set up and put away his futon; he picked it up so quickly and smiled so brightly when Ingo complimented his skill.

Ingo wasn't yet tired, and after he'd finished some potato mochi, he decided to check in on Emmet. When he knelt by his sweet twin, he was troubled with the sight he found. Emmet was shivering in his sleep, curled up on his side with eyebrows furrowed. Wasting no time, Ingo stood up and retrieved the blanket for Emmet's futon. Without disturbing him, Ingo gently spread the soft blanket over Emmet, sighing in relief when Emmet's features smoothed out. Sitting back into seiza, Ingo took a moment to assess their home. If he thought about it, it was a bit cold.

Actually, the more he considered it, the more he realized it was more than just a bit cold. It was rather early in the year to be this temperature, wasn't it? Standing, Ingo went to stoke the fire, considering if it had always been like this in the house or if they were simply experiencing a cold snap. Now that it was at the forefront of his thoughts, had he simply been tolerating it this whole time?

He had, hadn't he? Before Emmet's arrival, some small part of him had always felt as though his amnesia was a punishment of some sort. His complete and total lack of context for his life before coming to Hisui left him with little to piece together. He could assume he was a good man even back then, but wouldn't everyone want to believe that about themselves? If he was truly brought here by a deity level pokémon without being given a purpose like Akari, then didn't that lend itself to the idea that he was being punished? In that case, then of course he should struggle through uncomfortable circumstances in penance.

Emmet, though… No matter what Ingo thought of himself, there was no way that Emmet had ever done something worthy of requiring penance. He was kind and gentle, capable and friendly. Emmet was also more charitable than Ingo; while Ingo had lost his patience with Melli (going so far as to tell someone he thought the warden was causing trouble for others), Emmet merely laughed and joked around with the trouble-making young man.

They had already begun making changes to the way Ingo had let himself live. Simply taking the time for a lunch instead of only eating dinner or when others brought him along was an example. Ingo didn't go to bed as early anymore either, since he had Emmet's companionship even after the darkness fell. Instead of always scrounging for the right herbs, they had started a small garden outside; located close enough that even when his back hurt, Ingo could go out and find what he needed. Emmet had insisted on putting medicinal herbs in the garden too, so even Ingo's back pain wasn't as frequent anymore. Ingo, simply put, felt better overall.

But that was for Ingo's sake. Ingo had been here a long time now, and the chances to get used to the hardships had been plentiful. He'd grown to tolerate quite a bit, with the scars to prove it, but Emmet didn't have to deal with that the way he did. Emmet had scars of his own, but they didn't match the roughly healed scars that were all across Ingo's body. For the briefest moment, Ingo felt ashamed for how differently his scars marked up his skin compared to the well healed ones on Emmet's body. But Emmet had simply embraced him, and all worries that Emmet found it off-putting had ceased.

For him, Ingo would do anything. Starting small with improving their home was the easiest. But, Ingo wondered if maybe it was time to return to finding a way home. When he'd first arrived in Hisui, he'd desperately wanted to leave once he was healed up enough to get out of his hospital bed. The very day he was able to, he began exploring to find a way home. He couldn't get very far at first, but expanded his searchable area little by little. Luckily, he proved himself quite capable at working with pokémon, and that allowed him to travel outwards even farther.

Over time, however, the hope that it was possible to find his way home began to dwindle and diminish in his heart. The wish to return to where he'd come from never disappeared, but the belief that it was something he could be capable of? It hardly felt like an attainable goal. He didn't seem to be from this region at all, so it wasn't so simple as finding a proper route. No, it seemed his fall from the sky was quite literal, and not a matter of being pulled up into a storm.

Emmet's arrival showed there was still a link to where he'd come from, which had bolstered his resolve quite substantially. Living with Emmet here in Hisui was hardly a bad thing, especially if they could improve their home, but wouldn't it be nice if they could go back to their original home? If Emmet's stories were anything to go by, the differences in their home compared to here was like an entirely different era! It astounded Ingo to believe that he could come from a place as technologically advanced as Emmet claimed, but he was eager to return and see if he remembered anything more.

Checking on Emmet once again, it was a relief to find him no longer shivering. With how peacefully he was sleeping now, Ingo couldn't help but reach out and pet his hair. With a soft murmur, Emmet turned towards his touch. Ingo's heart squeezed at how cute he was, and decided maybe it was time for bed after all. Changing into his sleepwear, Ingo climbed into their makeshift large futon next to Emmet. Without waking up, Emmet scooted closer to him, and Ingo wrapped him in an embrace. Whispering a little apology to Emmet for bringing the cold into the futon, he kissed his twin's forehead, chuckling softly as Emmet muttered incomprehensibly back.

If Emmet was better in the morning, they could discuss what they would do from here together. If Emmet was getting sick, Ingo would tend to him as he told his younger twin about his plans, and then go into town to get him a treat. Either way, he would do his best to improve Emmet's life the way Emmet had improved his.

[spitdrunken]

Ssssssigh. I don’t think I will ever be able to talk about shit like this off anon even tough I have accepting friends I’m just shyyyyy, but I need to babble of how the idea of shipcest reader insert blankshipping is consuming me. Y/N as the third sibling to the twins, wether they actually are a younger /older sibling or a “fun fact: the subway masters are actually triplets and have a non identical sibling” kind of deal, I am currently just smitten with the idea of Y/N that is actually related to them. The twins themself share a special bond that borders on twin thelepathy and it can make one feel like they are being left out, but they love the heck out if their non identical sibling as well. Bonus points for Y/N and Emmet actually hooking up first, Ingo knowing, but pointedly ignoring it / feeling guilty because in his confused mind he feels directly responsible for this, like his disgusting thoughts somehow seeped over to them. Which in turn both of his younger siblings to team up and try to get their Nii-San to join them, he deserves all their love as well. Come on Ingo don’t derail this three car train, we were both perfectly depraved even without you “corrupting us”, but if our darling big brother is just as perverted as we are there is no need to hide it from us no? Maybe we should give him some gentle but firm encouragement, make out a bit n in front of him, show him what he’s missing, call out for him when we kiss so he just knows how much his siblings want him to join?

notes: incest

i'm glad that despite your shyness, this blog could be a place for you to share your thoughts :D!! ingo and emmet incest stuff will forever hold a special place in my heart, so im always happy to write about it HAHA

I've always really liked the idea of Reader being a younger sibling of them! And the whole twin telepathy thing, you've hit the nail right on the head for me as well… I always kind of like the internal conflict of sibling!Reader seeing how close they are, how they can seemingly understand each other without words, and how they wish that they could have something like that for themselves… But knowing that it's not something achievable. Because while Ingo and Emmet understand you better than most people, it's still not the same.

Perhaps this desire for closeness got twisted somewhere along the way, and that's how everything ended up like this. You felt desire for, and later, a feeling of satisfaction in sharing something with Emmet that he didn't with Ingo, as far as you knew, at least.

Still, it probably happened in some kind of drunken state of mind, because to make the first move on your brother takes a special kind of courage. I think that Emmet would very enthusiastically reciprocate, honestly. With this kind of dynamic, I really enjoy the idea that they've all just been secretly pining for each other for years.

Ingo is the one who has always felt the guiltiest about it, and the most disgusting. He's also the one that thought about you the most often. Even though he's seen you the first time, and left without you noticing, he watched for far, far too long instead of stopping you.

When you and Emmet try to convince him to join, Ingo freezes up entirely. The words that usually flow so readily from his lips have dried up entirely. The part of him that hopes that this is a dream, and that it's not, clash with equal powers. He knows he's kind of standing at a point of no return.

His silence, combined with the expression that's unreadable, even for you, someone who knows him so long, is somewhat terrifying. You shoot Emmet a nervous glance, but he seems unconcerned. He was the one who told you it was definitely okay to do this, after all.

And yet… With your lips still slick with Emmet's spit, you ask: "You… Don't think I'm disgusting for this, do you? You don't hate me?"

"Of course not," Ingo breathes out. "I could never." And he takes a shaky first step forward, and he never looks back.

[ya-bug-boy]

Can I request Ingo or Emmet being breed by wolfman reader?

Catboy Ingo x Wolfman Reader nsfw

"It won't fit," you once told Ingo when he asked as to why he never gets to tend to your sexual needs. Being an Apex Beastman, you're much larger than him, standing tall somewhere 7 to 8 feet. Your physical stature is simply much bigger than Ingo, who was a black cat type Beastman.

His eyes opened and he dropped his fork on the kitchen table. His ears tilting back momentarily before flicking back up as he went to pick it up and sitting back down. "It simply just doesn't seem all that fair that you're not being reciprocated... I implore you to at least try?"

You closed your eyes and let out a soft sigh, folding the newspaper. You prop your head on the kitchen table and lean forward. "Ingo, you're not listening. It, my dick, won't fit inside of you. It's too big." You gestured to your crotch when you paused mid-speech, giving him a look. "Mating with a canine type Beastman is different compared to other Beastmen out there, especially when you're a wolf. I just don't want to-" you let out another huff and glance away. "I don't want to end up breaking you, that's all. Besides, I get my satisfaction vicariously through you, I'm fine."

"Y-yes, I've heard you," he said, clearing his throat to speak. "But it doesn't seem...very nice that you have to take suppressants to deny your needs." You raised your coffee mug to your lips and take a sip as Ingo continues. "I've been wanting you for so long that I don't know how to eloquently word this, but please just fuck me." You keep a calm composure and set the mug down politely. Ingo looks so embarrassed and you can't help but to feel a bit guilty, he must be really pent up...

You let out a long sigh, "Wait here." You got up from your seat and went to your bedroom. Ingo sits there, feeling almost like a child waiting to be lectured until you place the biggest and thickest butt plug he's ever seen on the kitchen counter.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Ingo. But if you can fit this inside of you, then, and only then, will I fuck you."

"Why is it so big?" He manages to speak.

"Because you'll be taking my knot. Don't worry, it's never been used before." you yawn as you walk away to put your dishes in the sink. Ingo can't help but to sadly gaze at your backside as you left him, wondering how long you've had this in your possession. You were expecting Ingo to be afraid, be repulsed, to comment, "There's no way it could be that big!" because you've been down this path before. This is usually where the relationship breaks up because you couldn't fuck your partner. But Ingo? He stared at the plug, his gaze steady and focused.

You help clean up the table and give a kiss to Ingo before he leaves your place to go back to his, but you noticed that the plug was missing after he left.

For the next several days, Ingo had became... a bit distant with you. Though you half expected this to happen, it still hurt. People always fall in love with the Wolfman but those dreams are always a romanticized infatuation. You can't find anyone who can satisfy your sexual needs so you take a supplement to suppress them. You still had to take the morning train since you can't fit into a car, taking note that Ingo isn't around your usual stops.

You're sitting at home, just waiting for Ingo's apologetic break up text but instead he asks politely if he could come over. You agree. Sometimes people preferred to break up in person. He also had a small variety of his belongings here so maybe you needed to clean that up too. You find one of his unwashed shirts as you were cleaning the apartment and...you can't help but to press your face into it, taking a deep smell of Ingo's cologne and scent. Though the scent is no longer fresh, it still reminds you of him. You press your face against the fabric, wishing it was him instead, your tail wagging sadly. It's time like these you wish you were an ordinary Beastman, or even sometimes a human. But if you weren't, you wouldn't have met Ingo the way you did.

The way you met Ingo weren't under the best circumstances... Though Beastmen were generally accepted in modern day society, there are teams organized by humans who deny their right to exist. Team Plasma is what they're called. What started off as ordinary disturbances because a malicious intertwined web of organized crimes against Beastmen.

Ingo was nearly a victim to these crimes if it weren't for you. You saved him. You were a member of an international organization built to prevent these crimes from happening, to track and arrest the humans responsible for the heinous crimes against Beastmen. You are the division squad leader for Unova, taking home in Nimbasa City. Protecting people isn't just second nature to you, it is your duty and you live by a sacred code of honor.

What had happened was that Ingo initially mistook you as a criminal when you were apprehending a shady human. When Ingo's back was turned away from the criminal and focused on you, the criminal tried to attack Ingo with acid. Due to your keen sense of smell and higher instincts, you were able to protect Ingo, using your own body as a shield. The acid burned your furry upper arms and back and though you were greatly injured, you were able to apprehend and arrest the man responsible for hurting you.

When Ingo realizes what had happened to you, he's immensely remorseful, your scream haunting him ever since. Eventually the burns did heal, but the fur never returned to those scars. What started off as a loyal devotion towards his savior became complicated romantic feelings between the both of you. Which lead to where you were now.

Ingo came to your apartment approximately at 9 pm. When you open the door, you smell his intoxicated state, his body hot and needy. "Ingo?" The fur on your upper arms and back start to raise as you take in more details of his demeanor. His face is flushed red and he was sweaty to the touch, but this smell he had... it was full of lust.

Your eyes widened, "You didn't."

"I did," he said with a ragged tone of voice. "May I please come inside?"

You let him pass through the door, having turned your body halfway too close it behind you when you feel Ingo rest his body against yours. "Please," he whimpers. "I've had it inside of me all day, I need you.."

You were filled with the primal urge to tear apart his clothes and take him right then and there, but you take in a deep smell of your next meal standing in front of you. You raise your big hands to Ingo's face and he nuzzles against it sluggishly.

"My kitten," you said, growling with excitement. "Did you actually submit yourself to that torture all day?" he nods and you pick him up with both arms, taking him to the bedroom. You peel back the layers of his clothing and reveal his aching body to you, his cock pressed hard against his leg, his cute black tail swaying back and forth impatiently as you slowly undo the plug inside of him. It's the same plug you gave him. He whines as you ease it out, letting out a shaky relieved sigh when he's free from it.

"Good," you press kisses to Ingo's cock before taking the head and swirling your tongue, you love the way he tastes. He's so addicting. "You're so good to me. I think you're ready."

His eyes widen and he lifted his head, "Do you mean-"

"Shh," you hush Ingo pressing your clawed finger to his lips. "Just lay back. Relax. I'll take care of the rest." You grab a bottle of lube and lubricate your fingers before inserting them inside of Ingo, being impressed with how much he can take. You let out a whistle of approval.

Your breaths get faster and heavier, the air getting hotter as you start to strip, taking off everything for Ingo to finally see you naked. Your hot cock, swelling up into an erection is a sight for him to finally see. You lubricate yourself generously before taking Ingo gently by the knees and dragging him to the edge of the bed.

There was no going back now.

[leggerefiore]

Comporto Male

cw: AFAB reader, 18+ content, breeding kink, spanking, office sex

Pairing: Ingo/Reader

Request: I love Emmet being the horny one but I think Ingo should have a turn to be horny and unfiltered, ya know…as a treat

Words: 3078

i need to work on my horny ingo… also trying new things with my writing style hope it's alright, felt too blocky and bulky

It was rare that you could work the older twin up into such a tizzy, but somehow you had managed it. 

Well, it was not easy, naturally. Ingo's lower libido and overall lack of interest in sex was something to overcome.

Not that it was a problem, but sometimes your needs felt unattended to. All you needed to do was tell him, and he was more than happy to help you, but… Seeing him so desperate and aggressive was a nice change.

A nice change you would give Hisui credit for. One of the very few changes you liked from the time spent away from your lovely boyfriend.

It was likely terribly mean of you to try and work him up before he even got out the door. His return to work was something welcome and exciting; the loss of his memories had seemingly healed, and an urge to try his beloved job again came back. He had been back at work for well over three months now and was already falling back into his workaholic ways. 

You pulled him in for a kiss, tugging him closer by his tie. He had chuckled before wrapping his arms around you and reciprocating the affection. Pushing him against the wall, you pressed your hips flush to his and lightly ground against him. He let out a soft groan, with a redness growing across his cheeks. As you felt him begin to get hard, you pulled away. "Have a good day at work, Ingo!" you smiled at him, grabbing his lunch you prepared for him from the table, "I love you!"

His brows furrowed while he took the bag from you. A few light pants left him, but he shook his head. Now was not the time for a quickie, he decided. The boner would get away on his walk to work and go unnoticed in his black slacks. He kissed your cheek one last time, "I love you, too, my dear. Farewell, it's time for departure!" He left you alone.

Next, you decide to text him. 

Ingo was not an avid texter, honestly. If we wished to discuss something with you, he would simply phone you instead. That wouldn't do, however. Ingo would refuse to play along over a call, so you made do with your knowledge. 

"im so lonely ingo :("

"this morning had me all riled up… i wish you would have pushed me onto the table"

"railed me against it until all i could remember were sounds of your name"

"mmm… ingo, you're so much bigger now and can fuck me right against a wall"

"thinking about licking down that scar on your stomach until i reach your cock and then sucking you off while you push me to take it deeper"

"Dear, I ask that you not send me these kinds of texts while I am at work. I am quite busy today and have no interest in playing along. When I return home this evening, however, I will be happy to help you. See you then."

You huffed. Though, from the second half of his message, you knew that you had him where you wanted him. A little bit more should send him into a frenzy. Making your way into the bedroom, you carefully looked over some clothing to wear when you paid your lovely boyfriend a visit at work.

Ingo was currently losing his mind. Just when his boner finally goes down, you start sending him those sort of messages. Emmet shot him a concerned look as he tossed the device away from himself. Were you that interested in torturing him? Had he fallen short in taking care of your needs? He couldn't know. 

The older twin could bear it. He was the responsible one. Even if the first thing he did after regaining memories of you was fuck you so hard into the mattress that you could barely walk the next day. He hadn't realised just how much stronger his body had become, and the first recollections in his head were ones of wanton nights spent together. 

That black, lace chemise had simply been too much for his brain. The patterns of flowers, and the feeling of the fabric against his teeth as he had bit into it. His hands groping the warm flesh of your thighs. Everything in his body sorted into a though of 'take, take, take' and left him almost a slave to instinct. 

Ingo had felt deeply ashamed of himself afterwards, but you had reassured him many, many times that you were perfectly fine with him being a bit more rough. In fact, you enjoyed it. It just wasn't something Ingo felt aligned with in how he saw himself.

"Ingo… Gross," Emmet stood up from his desk, "And I'm horny one." His younger twin was mocking him now. Lovely. Making his way to the door, Emmet shot a glance at him, "I'm going to check on the trains. Enjoy the paperwork. A depot agent got punched by an irate commuter, and now there's a looooot of reports and documents needed."

Ingo thought that was what he missed most about Hisui. Irida never expected him to fill out endless reports about every single incident he saw in the highlands. In fact, the Pearl Clan didn't seem quite privy to written documents just yet.

Shifting around in his desk, Ingo started on the paperwork. If anything could kill any level of arousal, it was documents about one of his employees being punched by a now-banned person.

He was about halfway through the documents when a knock rasped against his door. "Come in!" he called out with his usual loud volume. It wasn;t Emmet, so it was likely an employee with a report of some kind. The door squeaked open, and he did not even bother removing his eyes from the paper that he was scribbling all the required information on. The door was closed behind them, but they did not state what they had come in for.

A few moments passed before Ingo decided to gaze at just who had entered his office. You stood before him wearing a shorter overcoat and some lazier shoes. He cocked a brow. "Dear, is there something wrong?" the older twin questioned. You pulled out one of his chairs and sat down. He watched you with careful eyes as you began to undo your coat's belt, then its buttons. 

When that was done, you shrugged off the tan fabric to reveal… The lacy, black chemise carefully complimenting your skin. Ingo dropped his pen. You fiddled with the bow at the center of the fabric. "I was told I was in trouble… Boss," you brusqued. The Subway Boss let out a shaky breath.

Alright. Enough was enough. Emmet could complain about everything later.

"Is that so?" Ingo asked, standing up and heading towards the door to lock it. "What did you do? I haven't received any report of misconduct."

You nearly grinned. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Well… Apparently my clothes aren't work appropriate," you feigned nervousness.

"Hmm…" the older twin moved back around to sit at his desk, "I'd say. Who told you such revealing fabrics were allowed in my station? Assuredly you were informed of the business-formal dress code." 

"Isn't that a bit too stiff, Mr. Ingo?" you leaned forward to allow him to peek down your attire's narrow obscuring.

His silver eyes took in your skin carefully. Subway Boss Ingo begged for him to just send you home and wait until later, but Warden Ingo knew that time was precious and anything could happen between then and now. Their battle was short-lived. One had muscles while the other was known to skip meals when possible. 

"I believe you are out of line," Ingo spoke with authority, "You need a firm hand to correct your actions, don't you?" 

In his office? Oh, Ingo what had overcome you? You loved it. "I don't know. I think my outfit is fine. At least, you seem to be enjoying it."

"Please, lean over my desk while keeping yourself propped up on your elbows," he commanded. You swallowed Hisui had really done a number on the twin. You did as he ordered and squeaked. He stared into your eyes. 

"You're okay with this, right?" he whispered into your ear while a gentle hand grasped your own. You smiled and nodded. His returned your grin with a smaller, softer one before switching back to a strict, disciplined expression. 

He stood up from his chair and made careful movements around the desk to come and stand behind you. You swallow as gloved hand came to rub over your ass. "I think… You need fifteen for hits for such lewd attire in my workplace, but as for speaking back to me, perhaps… Ten? What do you think?"

"Y-yes, sir! That sounds fair," you whimper.

"Mmm… Keep your voice down, do you want your coworkers to hear you?"

"No, sir…"

"Well, then, you are to count each spank as they come."

His hand continued to massage your cheek for a moment. It was strangely relaxing and put you at an ease. 

So you about screamed when his bare hand came down your ass with a defined smack. He waited for a moment, wondering if you would remember before you squeaked out a 'one'. His eyes were lidded. Another soon followed, and you called out a 'two'. The pattern kept on until he did three in quick succession, "Seven, eight, nine!" Everything was going straight between your thighs as you tried to rub them together, a wetness was gathering on them.

"Bravo!" he called out before going in for another hit. You were crying slightly by fifteen, the sting on your ass a bit too much. 

"Seventeen!" you squeal as his hand comes down harshly with no break in between. He was brutal disciplinarian, it seemed.

"Twenty!" came as you whined from how raw your cheeks felt. Ingo was never the type to actually engage with any of his kinks without prompting so this was much more exciting to happen. Gently, his gloved hand returned to massage and rub at the irritated flesh, while he leaned forward to press a kiss to the back of your neck. 

"Good to go further?" he whispered into your ear again. 

"I'll kill you if you don't," you threatened, which caused him to chuckle. A finger pressed between your folds and dragged itself up and down to gather your wetness. "So wet, darling…" he comments before circling the pad of his finger around your clit. You jolt, pressing yourself more against his desk. He continues his motions for a few moments, then his finger prods at your entrance. He hummed and pushed the appendage into you with another joining it.  

They scissored around inside of your, making sure you were ready for cock. Of course, Ingo felt the urge to tease you as you had him. Work you up until you were just about to come and send you out of his office to wait for him to finish his work day. He would make sure to take on some overtime, to keep you waiting more. He is certain the moment he would walk in the door that you would tackle him and have him fuck you in the entryway.

Your back would be pinned against the front door of the apartment as his cock speared you open. His arms would support your weight as you growled into your ear. Moans would leave your throat raw as he fucked into you.

His fingers curled inside you, abusing a sensitive spot until you were pleading with him for more. As his thumb came to roll your clit around, his movements became rough, and your walls began to grip his fingers desperately. You cried out as you came quickly from all of his ministrations against you. Falling completely against his desk, you attempted to regain your breathing. Ingo burned the sight into his mind. You still looked unfulfilled.

"Enjoying your disciplining… Do you need another, perhaps?" his voice was cool. You turned to gaze it him with curious eyes. "You are much too loud… A gag is needed, I believe."

Oh. You couldn't believe it. He wasn't.

Ingo returned to his desk chair and unbuckled his belt. You licked your lips. He was game. Pushing yourself off the desk, you crept around to kneel before him just as he pulled his leaking, flushed cock from his black slacks. His face was bright red, but his eyes kept a certain calmness that could not go understated. 

You knew what he wanted, the steeliness of his gaze expressed it, too. A careful lick of your tongue to the underside of his cock has him immediately slap a hand over his mouth to stop a loud groan. It spurs you to move further. Your lips come around his cockhead, tasting his bitter precum. He made more noises as you messed your tongue around his glans. Growing ever more confident, you slowly began to take his length into your mouth. You managed to take his entire cock in, the head pressing into your throat. You began to bob your head while his hand dug its way into your hair. 

You kept going, loving all the sounds Ingo made and how he pulled at your hair. The pain a pleasant shift after your orgasmic high. Eventually, the older twin pulls your mouth from his cock. You watched as more beads of precum leaked from the head, and it twitched slightly. 

"Ingo… You were about to come," you whined, really wanting to see him let go. 

"I was…" he huffed, trying to regain his breath. Ingo ran a hand through his hair and knocked off his hat. "I don't want to yet. I only want to come inside of you." You grew a bit flustered by his words. It seemed he was still on his slight baby craze that he had returned with. Apparently, taking care of baby Sneasels makes you desperately want children.

"Hmm… What if I don't want you to?" you teased. The hurt look in his eyes that followed nearly killed the mood, however. Alright, you were now feeling like shit. "Kidding, kidding, I want a baby, too," you reassured.

You flinched as he pushed you against his desk. His length rubbed at your folds amazingly. Bucking your hips against his, you cried as his cockhead caught your clit a few times. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned as it pushed inside. Legs wrapped themselves around his waist while he held himself up by his arms. The navy of his tie laid across your lingerie. 

His thrusts were gentle at first, almost like he was holding himself back from being too close to cumming. You moved your hips in time with his. "Ingooo, faster, please - more!" you whined, pulling him close to your face to kiss. Your tongues met for a passionate dance while his movements became quicker and rougher. He groans into the kiss. You're loving every second of this new Ingo.

He finds that sensitive spot again with ease. You arch your back from the surface under you as your next orgasm builds up. Everything is too much, your previous high, and the vigor with which the Subway Boss takes you. Your ass stings delightfully from its contact with the desk, too. Ingo's groans and growls certainly aren't helping either. He bites his lip and holds back an especially loud one, which causes you to nearly roll your eyes back. 

A particularly rough thrust sends you over the threshold, coming down hard and brushing his cock against your clit. His hand covers your mouth as you let out a loud cry alongside your orgasm. He fucks you through it, eyes lidded and mouth babbling random praises. 

"You're taking me so well, my dear - too tight, darling!"

"Please, please, please, you're too much!"

"Damn it - I want to see you swollen with my child!"

You bring him down for a kiss once again as his cock begins to twitch. A few more ruts lead to him spilling inside of you, heat blossoming deep within. His body lies on top of yours, panting heavily as he comes down from his pleasure-filled high. You both just lie on his desk for a few moments. Sharp inhales and exhales are the only ambience of the room. Your hand runs through his soft hair, cut short again after the lovely length he obtained from his time away. He is heavier, too. The muscles of his body were not so light. A vague hint of a scar barely noticeable from the collar of his work shirt.

He removes himself from you as he grabs some tisses from a nearby filing cabinent. Carefully, he cleans you up. Ingo's eyes watch as his spend drips out of you. Such a waste. He tuts his tongue. Nothing he can do now, however. You cleaned up to a decent state, before he finally wipes off his cock from you combined fluids, praying none had gotten onto his slacks.

"You've been pent up, too," you noted as you pushed yourself off of his desk. Your overcoat was slipped back on, in case of the return of a certain twin brother.

"Yes… It seems I have," Ingo admits, zipping up his fly and buttoning his slacks, "I do apologise if anything was too much. I have no idea what has become of my self-control."

You laugh as you help him buckle his belt. A chaste kiss is placed on his cheek before you pull him into a tight hug. He returns the affection with the same strength. "You did everything 'right on track', Ingo," you whisper into his ear, "I love you."

"I love you, too, my dearest," he responds, a soft blush on his cheeks. Soon, you depart from the station with a promise of a hearty meal for dinner. Ingo finally continues his paperwork, his mind much more focused than before.

Emmet enters the office about ten minutes later with sigh. He sits down at his desk and rests his head on his hand while glaring at Ingo. The older turns to gaze at the older.

"Oh, so when I fuck in public it's 'not becoming of a Subway Boss' and a 'lack of public decency', but when you do it's fine? Aright, Ingo." Ingo chokes on his spit.

[terrified-bonsly]

[I BEG of you, take me instead of him! If there is a role to fill, then I WILL fufill it! Please! Don’t take him away from his life here!]

Warden Amber AU, where instead of asking for a chance to find Ingo, she begs the lake guardians to let her take his fate. Brief snippet and Headcanons under the read more.

Amber begs the Lake Guardians to let her replace Ingo, wherever he is, whatever he is doing. She believes that, Emmet and Ingo were happy before they had met her, they can continue without her. That; to break up their [two car train] was far worse than losing her.

The Lake Trio agrees and sends her back to when Ingo vanished. Amber is standing outside the Subway Boss’ Office, a look of confusion on her face. She enters, and finds Emmet alone. She can’t shake off the feeling of dread she has as they chat. Amber then decides to go find Ingo, but before that asks Emmet to borrow his hat. He agrees, mostly because she looks adorable in his clothing. He does want his hat back later though, and Amber tells him she loves him before leaving. Emmet reciprocates the feeling, but as she leaves he thinks to himself how final that all felt.

Amber finds Ingo doing inspections in the Subway underground, Amber asks if anything has felt off today. When he replies that everything is in working order, he comments that she looks nice in their uniform. Amber laughs and asks to borrow his jacket to complete the outfit. As they are alone, he agrees and comments that the Subway has found their third Subway Boss. They banter before it is cut short as Amber’s Pokeball belt snaps off. With a shock of realization, she finally realized what was wrong as the memories of her deal with the Lake Trio return to her. She immediately pushes Ingo out of the way of the Rift, being swallowed up instead of him, and leaving the confused Subway Boss and her team behind.

Amber is found by the Pearl Clan and is taken in by them after she demonstrates her abilities as a powerful trainer. However, like Warden Ingo, Amber has amnesia and does not remember anything aside from Pokémon Battling.

The Pearl Clan are impressed and amazed after she ‘tames’ an Alpha Rapidash (among other Pokémon) and defeats all the other Wardens in battle. Later, she is chosen by Lady Sneasler and officially becomes a Warden despite being an outsider. It was mostly to repay Lady Irida and the Pearl Clan for taking her in.

Amber is generally very aloof, and zones out very often. In her mind she is replaying battles with Pokémon she's never seen before, against faces she cannot remember. But she always offers a smile for anyone that approaches.

When asked to battle, she lights up happily and asks what rules you would like to use (and takes the time to explain singles/doubles battles). Shes gained a reputation of being incredibly powerful and utterly terrifying. (Shes unaware of her ‘battle’ face, and a lot of people think she has a dual personality.)

Among the Pearl Clan, she is well liked for her helpful nature. They worry that she seems very absent minded from her amnesia, but aren’t certain what to do to help her. The Wardens and Irida at least trust her with the tasks concerning her noble, and other jobs they have for her.

Amongst the Diamond Clan, she is known for being a frightful tamer. Both Amber and Warden Melli occupy the Highlands, and Melli has discovered how fearsome Amber can truly become when he first took her hat in an attempt to snap her out of her stupor. She glared and threateningly held up a pokeball whilst demanding her hat back before once again dissociating after it was returned. (Melli later discovered that touching was okay, but taking it had Alpha Warden Amber appear.)

When Amber was first inducted as a Warden, she refused to change out her hat and jacket. Although she could never give a reason why, she continues to wear and mend them, no matter how tattered they become.

Amber also had her hair cut extremely short, and keeps the ribbon she had in her hair wrapped under her Warden’s Bracelet. 

▲ Ingo and Emmet ▽

On the other hand, picking up from where Ingo and Emmet were left behind...Ingo picks up Amber’s Pokeball Belt and races off to find Emmet.

They scour the entire system looking for her, but even the cameras can’t find an explanation for what happened to her. Ingo is in disbelief and Emmet is growing more upset by the second. 

Emmet wonders if this is why Amber was acting strangely before, asking to borrow his hat and telling him that she loved him all felt very final to him. He begins to cry and hugs Ingo for comfort. 

The older twin keeps it together to not wind Emmet up more, but wonders if Amber knew what was going to happen. If so, why she would sacrifice herself for him? Was there no way to ensure that no one had to be taken? His mind spirals with endless possibilities or different ways that could have been. 

Once Emmet has cried his fill, and Ingo has pulled his thoughts together, the twins get to work to find Amber.

They contact Riley, Amber’s brother, and Midori, her longtime friend before ultimately taking time off from the Battle Subway. The Depot Agents understand the situation and will keep the Subway Systems running for as long as the twins need. 

The Bosses let everyone and the appropriate people of their departure before leaving in order to find Amber. No matter what; they will find her. After all, if either of them disappeared, they know she would do the same for them.

[r0-boat]

Part three let’s go. Mostly fluff (and some smut) with Emmet this time around. -Emmet likes you a lot, but he’s too scared to confess, since he knows that you’re in love with his brother, and doesn’t want to lose your friendship. He tries to make his crush on you go away, but it only deepens with time, and it hits him, eventually, that he’s fallen in love with you. This realization comes the same day he snaps at Ingo, actually, just hours beforehand. -On the other hand, you’ve fallen for Emmet, as well… but you’re still in love with Ingo, too. You’re terrified that, should Emmet find out about these feelings, he’ll hate you, think his brother is right, you really are just a vile demon. -Eventually, though, you can’t keep it inside anymore. You confess your feelings to Emmet, all of them; your feelings for him, your continuing feelings for his brother, your fear that he’ll hate you. You do it less in hopes he’ll reciprocate and more to get it off of your chest. -He reacts by… laughing? For a second, you’re worried that he thinks this is a prank, but then he pulls you into an embrace and kisses you. He tells you he feels the same way, and all about how he himself was afraid to confess. -He takes you on your first date right at that moment, taking you to get sweets from a local bakery. Despite all the time you’ve spent hanging out with Emmet, this is different, somehow. Both from all the other times you’ve hung out, and from anything else you’ve ever experienced. You’ve never been on a date before. It’s fun. -You spend the rest of the day together, and then he takes you back to his house. You got pizza for dinner a few hours ago, but as a Succubus, you function on more than just food. Emmet is more than happy to provide you with another meal. -You’ve had sex before, of course. As mentioned, you need it to function properly. But before, you simply went to a bar or club every once in a while and found someone to have a one night stand with. But this was different. -Those people just wanted a fun night. Many of them only cared about their own pleasure; it was a good thing you didn’t need to reach orgasm during a “meal,” because you can’t count the amount of times you didn’t. Plus, they were strangers, people you had no attachment to. -But Emmet? You were deeply in love with him, and he was deeply in love with you. And he cared quite a bit about your pleasure. -Everything about it is soft. The way he kisses you, how he holds you, the look in his eyes, and even the way he undresses you. He takes his time, making sure to ask if it’s alright before he does anything. Once he’s inside of you, his movements are slow and deep, tender. He makes sure you come first before he does. -When you’re done, he cleans you off with a washcloth, then gets back in bed and covers you both with the blanket before cuddling you. He tells you he loves you, and you tell him you love him, too. -You may have fucked countless times, but this was your first time making love. You fall asleep feeling more full and satisfied then you ever have before. -Emmet doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy before as he watches you drift off in his arms. Soon, he falls asleep as well. -Elsewhere, in his own home, as Ingo gets ready for bed, he realizes you haven’t shown up to bother him in a while, at the church or anywhere else. He briefly wonders why, but soon shrugs it off. If you’ve finally decided to leave him alone, then he’s glad… right?

[lady-starbind]

POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS RANT

So um... before we begin, Imma warn u dudes ‘n dudets that my rant will NOT be spoiler free so um, ignore this post once you’ve been spoiled OR proceed if u don’t care about being spoiled or not. SO FIRST THINGS FIRST... I HAVE ANCESTOR OCS THAT I’VE CREATED, WHICH I’LL BRIEFLY EXPLAIN: Anne Rose (my persona’s ancestor, sister of a grandparent on her paternal side): Fiery Scottish woman from Galar, has come to Hisui in search of gold.... Instead of gold, she finds Pokemon friends and learns the art of a tailor from Anthea (who becomes her mentor) ...Anne was originally going to be the MC I played as, but I’ll explain later why that is now SCRAPPED. (Rose is her middle name btw, her real last name is my last name which is none of y’all’s concerns lols) Angus Rothes (Timothy’s Very Great Grandfather, a direct ancestor from his Paternal side): Best friend of Anne’s and helps her with her studying for the Pokedex and such. Unlike his descendant, Angus is not near as timid and is pretty social and brave. Probably doesn’t look up to Anne as a mother figure, but she’s definitely his bestie. Angus is around 13 during this timeframe ig Bramble (Fan Ancestor of Thorton, he’s likely related as a Great Uncle of sorts): Bramble is a highly curious boy who loves tinkering with machinery! (...well, whatever machinery can be tinkered with in Hisui ig), Unlike his Atheist nephew, Bramble likely practices Shinto and worships his Bronzong. Bramble is also around 10 years old in this timeline. He has a crush on Anne that is never reciprocated. THERE WE GO, HAVE A PICTURE OF... HISUIAN GROWLITHE AS WE GO ON TO THE NEXT SECTION:

RELATIONSHIP CHART THINGY FOR MY OCS WITH THE CANON CHARACTERS: Anne: Angus = Best friend, Bramble = Close friend and study buddy, Melli = MORTAL ENEMY (lmbo deep down they at least respect the other's abilities.... and do care about the other... at least somewhat? In an odd twisted way perhaps?) Anthe = Mentor, probably teaches Anne how to make clothes? Two are close ...close-ish,

Angus): Anne = Best friend, Bramble = friend and study buddy... lowkey jealous of Bramble's friendship with Anne, Melli = Acquaintance ...he's not a big fan of the guy, Anthe = Probably friends or acquaintances,

Bramble: Anne = Close friend and study buddy ...develops a crush on Anne that is never reciprocated, Angus = friend and study buddy ...can sense Angus' jealousy and he's lowkey jealous of Angus's friendship with Anne,

Melli: Anne = MORTAL ENEMY (mutually respects one another's abilities... though would rarely be humble enough to admit it. Cares about her as well... just another human being ig, human decency if you will. His rivalry with Anne has left him with a scar where she bit him once, and has helped him be more physically tough... might come in handy for protecting his sweetheart/future sweetheart.) Angus = Annoying friend of Anne's ...at least he's not as obnoxious or barbaric though. NEXT SECTION

I HAVE LEARNED THINGS ABOUT THIS GAME I WAS NOT EXPECTING 1# Ingo in Legends Arceus is NOT Granpa/Uncle Ingo... No, he’s THE Ingo! The same fricker that you take on in the battle subway! I knew his clothes looked a bit too much like Ingo’s... I never counted on him being THE Ingo though... Hope he and Emmet can get a reunion soon :’( ....I MUST LEARN MORE ABOUT HIS BACKSTORY IF I CAN!

2# MC-CHAN IS NOT FROM HISUI?! THEY’RE APPARENTLY YEETED FROM A DISTANT FUTURE!? (Hence why my lovely fictional ancestor Anne will likely no longer be our MC rip ;w;) ...I’ve read online that said future is a future beyond the Modern Sinnoh we all know and love?! SO DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME MC-CHAN IS LIKE, BOTW LEVEL INTO THE FUTURE BEFORE THEY ARE YEETED BACC IN TIME BY ARCEUS!? GAMEFREAK AT LEAST LET THEM BE FROM MODERN DAY SINNOH... I COULD HAVE AT LEAST YEETED MY BOI NESTOR BACC IN TIME AND MAYBE HE AND INGO COULD BECOME BROS!!! (Nestor is like... from normal Modern day ig?) I may just say “frick u” and yeet normal modern day Nessie boi bacc in time to Arceus, I believe he’d have lotsa fun exploring a freaking new TIME PERIOD I just love the idea of Nestor’s cousin Neoguri and Ingo’s bro-bro Emmet going back in time in search of their kinfolk. Give them all a happy ending... TwT Ig I need to verse myself with the lore more before I go and make more fanlore but... ig any of u guys who have played, y’all think it too farfetched for a character from normal modern day to be yeeted back in Hisui? Or can I frick the story and yeet a modern day Nessie boi? OH AND HAVE A CURSED HEADCANON BEFORE I LEAVE YOU LOVELY PEOPLE

SO PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TALKING LIKE THIS FRICKER (Melli) IS AVERY’S ANCESTOR... WHICH HAS ME THINKING... DOES HE MARRY A POKEMON?! Now, before you guys throw off at the absolute absurdity of this headcanon, hear me out lol. Avery’s family naturally has like, Psychic powers... You know what else has naturally occurring psychic powers?! POKEMON Remember that lovely scene in DPPt where the player read about people in the olden days, MARRYING POKEMON?! THEREFORE, I HEADCANON THAT MELLI LIKELY MARRIED A PSYCHIC POKEMON, MAYBE A GARDEVOIR AND HAD A FAMILY WITH IT... THUS LEADING TO ALL THE WEIRD PSYCHIC PEOPLE THAT IS FREAKING AVERY’S FAMILY... Now look... I don’t really fancy the idea of Pokemon x Human couples persey but.... I mean, there is canon grounds that this cursed event could have happened. Yes you guys, y’all are very welcome for the nightmares I have bestowed upon you lol.

one thing I do appreciate about Melli, and Imma bet that this is a thing most of the dudes in the Avery family has went through: I honestly thought Melli was a girl before I found clarification that in fact, he was a guy. The same situation happened when I was first introduced to Avery... The men in this family are feminine and elegant no?

[leggerefiore]

▲Twin Wardens Romantic HCs▽

cw: PLA spoilers

● The Wardens were a bit odd as boyfriends, deeply busy with their duties in the Highlands and to their clan's, yet they always seemed ready to drop everything and help you however you might need. It was hilarious whenever anything happened to you, how they magically appeared to save you. A pack of angry Luxrays stood no chance to Emmet's strange electric spider from some far off region. An angry bandit met the wrath of Ingo's Tangrowth while he sneaked you away.

○ Emmet was extremely into PDA, hanging from you, no matter where you may be, and clinging to you tightly. There was no mistaking your relationship status with him, and he made sure of that. He giggles whenever you reciprocate his affections. Ingo was the contrary to his counterpart, keeping more of a distance. Of course, that did not mean he wouldn't grab your hand every now and again and press a kiss to your cheek, even when others were looking. Sometimes, he would grow even bolder, especially so after seeing Emmet's actions, and hold you close to his side.

● In private, they are the same even of clingy. Emmet is attached at your right hip and Ingo is on your left. Both refuse to ever let you go. Both embrace you from behind whenever you take to cooking. Emmet coos over how delicious whatever you're making is, while Ingo thanks you kindly for making him such a meal. You struggle to think of a spot on you Emmet's lips haven't touched during one of his kiss fits, but Ingo's definitely seem to favour your face and hand. Nights are spent wedged between the two as they each cuddle you tightly, though Emmet noticeably prefers being the big spoon while Ingo likes being held.

○ They love to help you with research and catch pokemon for you that they know you were having trouble with. If you're about to go up against a powerful pokemon, they'll both offer to follow you. Their worst fear is anything happening to you, neither would ever forgive themselves. Which is why Emmet may or may not be asking Ingo to cover his post while he follows you around through the different locations of Hisui. Ingo, of course, does the same thing. They aren't meaning it in any creepy manner, and they trust you can handle yourself. The thought of you being attacked by wild pokemon keeps them up at night. Both are happy that noble quelling is almost over so that you may never have to do something so perilous again.

● Emmet is a bit quick to get jealous, admittedly. Never toward Ingo, strangely. He doesn't know what it is about his identical stranger, but jealousy just never seems to be an emotion he can cast easily on him. Ingo feels much the same toward him, envy flows rarely between the two. Of course, the Diamond Clan Warden's wrath in not excuse for any other. Even Adaman catches Emmet subtly glare at him while he clings to you. The leader was barely flirting with you, but the closeness of your proximity set Emmet off. Volo is a particular area of conflict for both twins. Ingo doesn't really get jealous, but the blond has a way of setting him off for some reason. The merchant wraps an arm around you while whispering something conspiratorial in your ear. Emmet is rushing over to pull you away, while Ingo comes to strike up a 'friendly' conversation. A threat is heavy in Emmet's smile, Volo recognises the warning quickly.

○ Both want their nobles to get along with you. Well, Ingo is fairly certain Lady Sneasler already loves you, with how she once picked you up and presented you to him like a gift. Or how she put you both in her basket at the same time. Lord Electrode on the other hand… Well, Emmet acknowledges that his noble is much more temperamental than Ingo's own. Though, the noble seems to accept you as it catches you speaking and cuddling with his Warden outside the arena. He may even let you pet him… and handle one of his precious Voltorbs.

● When you get banished from Jublife, it takes Ingo and multiple members from both clans to restrain Emmet from marching into Galaxy HQ and committing an act of violence against Kamado. Luckily, Ingo and Adaman managed to talk him down from his plans after they explain that while neither clan can take you in, you do have a safe place to stay. Of course, the rage reignites when he learns Volo was who led you to the location. He demands to be allowed to see you, knowing that you must be deeply upset by the betrayal of everything, but Adaman refuses. This upsets both of the Twin Wardens as they are both barred from seeing you, their precious partner. Irida apologises to Ingo, but it just was too risky. She needed them to trust both her and Adaman. They had a plan, and while it might hurt them, they would see you again. Ingo trusts her, and this allows for Emmet to relent, if only temporarily.

○ Of course, to say they upset by the fact you proceeded to brawl two literal gods would be an understatement. How this managed to get past either of them, despite happening on the peak of Mt Coronet, is beyond them. They, however, did catch you giving a long hug to Volo in thanks for all of his help, which made Emmet screech. Ingo didn't bother holding him back. You let go of the blond and teared up at the sight of your boyfriends. This prevented Volo's attempted murder because you tackled Emmet into a tight embrace, ever so thankful to be alive and able to see them again. Ingo approached your embrace, which led to you squeezing him, too. He smiled at the feeling of you, warmth from your body fighting off the chill of thinner atmosphere.

● They aren't too keen to let you return back to your home in Jublife and offer a permanent residence in their cabin, feeling it a much secure place to live. You, having a bit more than spite toward Kamado, agree. Living with the Wardens was a natural thing it seemed, you never felt out of place in their home. In fact, you would even claim it was something you had done before. Surely not, you would recall such a thing. It was nice to have such a large gathering of friendly pokemon and company that never seemed to hold any distrust or suspicion toward you. Ingo's Gliscor pressing herself into your lap and chirping excitedly when you scratched her back softly. Emmet's Galvantula, as Laventon had identified them, clinging to your back like a pack and chittering to get your attention. Both Wardens laugh at the sight of you being cuddled by their pokemon.

○ Of course, when Volo tries to attack you with Giratina in their domain, it doesn't exactly end well. What was a one-on-one battle becomes a three on one. Volo quickly and easily was overpowered. His shouts and screams worsened when your Celestica flute becomes an Azure flute. The blond realises he set his own failure up when he opened that portal and two strange men fell out of it. Arceus chose you, too. You are immediately scolded and nagged by both of them over how you were feeling, and how dangerous that was. Their arms came around you and refused to let you go. It would be endearing if it wasn't so annoying.

● This doesn't stop you from trying to find Arceus. You distinctly remember such an entity introducing themself as that to you. They were likely your ticket to return yourself and the Wardens from wherever whence you came. Something, deep in your heart, told you that you would remain at their sides even when going back to your world. A memory of both Wardens in a place buzzing with people greeting you as they did here in your mind. Were they really just identical strangers? You doubted it. They did, too. Your answers would come with the return to your world.

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▲Chadelure Hybrid Ingo HCs▼

● Lonely, lonely ghost man lives a life in isolation. Humans reject him as he simply is frightening. Rumours of soul stealing and empty bodies that wander endlessly from those who come across a Chandelure hybrid. His body is strange, nearly ethereal yet still notably tangible. His skin is a pale translucent, with an ebony, oddly metallic skeleton visible. An ever flickering flame within his chest, the size varying on his emotional state. Bright, yellow eyes that glow in the dark, haunting unexpected alley ways. He remains in abandoned buildings, despite Emmet's instance he live with him.

● The abandoned brownstone he lives in would be lonelier if it wasn't for the Litwick he had taken in. The poor thing was being swarmed by Mandibuzzes. They did not remain long after he rushed in, flames burning brightly and his unearthly aura attacking them. The birds flew off, leaving the candle pokemon alone. The baby looked up at him with such pitiful eyes, he quickly offered some of his energy to feed them. They were carried away by Ingo. It was soon that the Litwick became a permanent resident of his home.

● He is warm to the touch, unlike most ghost types. It's an impossible warmth, nothing like the heat of flesh tempered by blood. Beautiful, haunting melodies come from him as he sings. People have reported his home as a ghost spot to visit in Nimbasa for that reason. Along with his spectral glowing being visible from the windows. If someone stares at his flames for too long, then they are subject to be hypnotised.

● You approached the abandoned property after your friends Emmet and Elesa basically guaranteed you that a ghost would surely be haunting the local. You are climbing in through a shattered window before looking around. A chill runs down your spine as you turn to see him. The most beautiful hybrid you had ever seen, strangely reminiscent of Emmet. You calmly approach him and ask if he's a Chandelure hybrid. He's silent at first, observing you for any ill will before telling you that he is. A long conversation is had, Ingo telling you of his strange life and hobbies. Oh, and he confirms he is Emmet's twin. (You were going to fight him.)

● You learn of his dreams of being a conductor, and his love for trains and battles. It seems he was unable to obtain a position because of his ghastly appearance, unlike his brother. Gently, he talks of his dreams of settling down one day and starting his own family. It's sad to see someone denied so much from something outside of their control. You take his hand, and he looks at you. There were promises made to talk again.

● The more you converse with him, the more he falls in love with you. His flame flickers and burns bright whenever you are around. His Litwick likes you, always wanting you to hold them and be around you. You are so kind to him, viewing him as another equal person to you and bringing things to do during your visits. It becomes too much to bear, and Ingo confesses his growing feelings toward you, flame flickering unevenly. If you tell him you're disinterested, he understands; ghost types are hard to love in such a way. He will remain your friend, enjoying your company still.

● If you reciprocate his feelings; however, you have strangely airy lips pressed to your hand. Ingo thanks you with a small smile, unbelievably happy to have a mate. He sings a gorgeously eerie song for you, a final courting signature for Chandelures. You embrace him by the end, overtaken by such strong emotions of endearment. Ingo wraps his arms around you with a gentle hum. Your warmth, so different from his own.

● The brownstone goes from terrfying specter overnight to ordinary building as Ingo moves in with you. He settles into a domestic role, helping you around the house. His and Litwick's light save you on electricity as they glow around in the night. You return to a loving boyfriend who has dinner ready for you alongside a new song. Nights are spent in each other's arms, comfortably warm. Perhaps with a Litwick wedged in between you. Your ghostly boyfriend is nothing but loving and helpful around the home and in your life.

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● It wasn't long until you found yourself addressing him as your husband and him referring to you as his spouse. You spent so much time together that the topic of children came up often. Though, you found yourself wondering how that could even work. It's a bit strange to have to ask someone how they reproduce. His brow cocked up at you, and he said normally.

● You were soon to discover this was the case as you felt his hips grind against yours as he pinned you to the bed, his lips pressed against your neck. His flame burns brightly, almost completely illuminating the dimmed room. He was a sight to behold, naked before you. His cock was as normal as anyone else's own, though coloured strangely and more frosted as opposed to the rest of his skin.

● You watched as he pulled away to stroke himself a few times, before positioning himself at your entrance. “Are you ready? Are you certain that you want my children?” even his normal speaking tone was strangely melodic. You nodded eagerly and begged him to fuck you already.

● The stretch of his length was nothing like what you had felt before, the same aerial texture present. His warmth sunk into your bones as he thrust gently at first, loving kisses pressed to your lips. It quickly turned rougher, however. Your hips moving in time with his own. Loud groans and moans left him as you tightened around his cock. The flame flickered yet managed to grow bright, his glowing eyes staring deeply into yours.

● The position shifted as he took your legs over his shoulders and rutted into you. This new angle stimulates you different, allowing his dick to rub against a sensitive spot within you. You moan and he moves to target it. Your clit is stimulated from pressure applied by the closeness of your position. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the strange, unworldly nature of his body entirely pressed against yours.

● You cum fast and hard, crying out as his hips continue going. A few more breakneck thrusts, and he cries out, too. The strange warmth of his spend remains inside, even as he pulls out and shifts to cuddle you. He asks you a number of questions before determining you are alright. You nuzzle into him, growing drowsy from the exertion and the dance of his shrinking flame. If it takes, a seemingly normal pregnancy was to follow. Of course, the infant would be strangely waxy and have glowing yellow eyes.

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Some fluff, Ingo having a crush on S/O and S/O on Ingo but both are shy to express it. Until one rainy day, S/O forgot her umbrella and Ingo offers to share his. They can’t help but hug his arm all the way while they walk together… This makes them feel brave about their feelings. 💦☂️❤️

The rain pattered against the pavement. People passed by the station covered in raincoats or hidden beneath umbrellas. Droplets splinter into smaller forms before disappearing with the water on the ground. A few brave souls wandered around soaked to the bone in their bare clothes. The forecast hadn't called for rain, yet here it was. Everyone seemed prepared for it, but you.

You sat under the awning with a heavy sigh leaving your mouth. The station had been your destination for only one reason. Ingo. The Subway Boss was a deeply enchanting man. His demeanour may have harsh and cold, but that was in opposition to whom he truly was. His soft, gentle side was easily exposed in the presence of children. Your hand still felt warm from where Ingo had previously grasped it to lead you around the station. Another sigh.

You jumped as someone grabbed your shoulder. Whipping your head to see who it was, you stopped when you saw a familiar face and black cap. Ingo stared at you with concerned eyes. “Did you forget your umbrella?” His deep voice was a soft rumble as opposed to its loud boom within the station. You grew a bit flustered from his proximity. Nodding, you silently hoped he would let you borrow his. “… I see,” he responds, “Well, as it just so happens, I needed to grab some paperwork I had left at home. Would you mind if I escorted you to your destination?” You smiled at him.

Your heart raced as you walked shoulder to shoulder with the older twin under his umbrella. His eyes remained firmly forward as he walked with you to your apartment building. You kept gazing up at him. His strong features were strangely more apparent. Staring at him, he shot quick a glance to you and made you jump. Cheeks warm, you moved to look ahead. He took a deep breath.

“… You know, I genuinely enjoy spending time with you,” he admits with a hushed voice, “Thank you challenging my lines so often. Emmet's, too, for that matter. You make us both delighted…” A slight pink spread across his cheeks. Your heart pounded faster. Was he implying…? You didn't think the opportunity would arise so perfectly again.

“I love spending time with you…” you speak with a bit of hesitation, “I like you a lot, Ingo… I wish we could be more…” He stops, the umbrella failing to cover you for a moment while you continue to walk. Ingo shakes his head and moves to hold the cover over you. A small smile plays on his countenance. His free hand grasps yours.

“I would that, as well, my dear,” his voice is clear and bright. No uncertainty hangs within his tone. You could die in that moment. Reciprocating the affection, you both continue on your journey, side by side and with a content smile on each of your faces.