#One day there is a knock at the door. And ingo opens it to see a young man with a nasty scar GLARING at him

[onestepbackwards]

Our Angel Pt. 3

Hello! Welcome to part 3 of my Greaser Submas x reader series!

I will admit, I kinda struggled this chapter. I had a lot going on when writing this. Regardless, I still hope you all enjoy this short chapter!

Summary: It has been a few days since Emmet had left your home. Just as you are about to give up hope on seeing him again, a stranger who looks just like him knocks in your door…

CW: minor mentions of injuries, mentions of getting jumped, mentions of toxic family

Word Count: 2825 Words!

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It had been a few days since Emmet had snuck out of your bedroom window.

Just as you had predicted, you haven’t seen him since that day.

It honestly was a little… disappointing.

The thought was silly, that you kinda wanted to see the greaser again. He had been a little goofy, but he was sweet. Even if he was a flirt.

It made your life interesting, for a day. For the first time in years, just helping a guy out had made you feel more alive than you have in a long time.

Because of this, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind.

He had been such a breath of fresh air! …If you don’t count the fact that you had been terrified for two days that he might die in your bathtub.

When he was fine(ish) though, he had been nice. A lot nicer than at least half the people you knew.

You just hoped it wasn’t the concussion doing most of the talking. However, you had your doubts you would ever find out.

He hadn’t come back, after all. Nor had you seen heads or tails of him on your walks back from campus.

“Figures…” you mumbled, head in hand as you sat at your desk. At least you got to experience it when you did. It would be a fun story to tell when you were finally free of this place.

Though you would admit, when the doorbell rang, your hopes shot up.

You squashed them down, of course. No doubt it was a friend of your parents or a salesman or something.

At first you tried to ignore it. Your parents weren’t home, after all, and you didn’t want to deal with someone selling you something. Or even worse, your dad’s stupid work friends, or your mom’s friends from her book club.

After a second series of knocks, however, you heaved out a sigh. Closing your book, you left your room, and headed to the front door.

You opened it, already putting a fake smile on your face, preparing to deal with whoever was willing to bother you.

“Hello, how may I….”

The words died in your throat, however, when your eyes met silver ones.

He was back.

At first, you fully believed it was Emmet. Silver hair, silver eyes, similar get up. However, something was off about him.

This guy… he had no injuries.

When Emmet had left your home, he had a nasty black eye, bruises everywhere, a busted lip… you doubted he could heal that quickly.

He also had his hair parted slightly different, and his clothes were completely black, instead of the white shirt. A small detail, but you felt it was off.

There also seemed to be what you assumed as a tattoo of some sort peeking out just from under the mans’s jacket collar on his neck. You had seen Emmet shirtless, and he definitely didn’t have that tattoo as far as you remembered.

Then there was the frown on his face. It was something that seemed so out of place for Emmet. However, he didn’t seem upset. In fact, he straightened up almost excitedly when you pulled open the door.

You both stared at each other for a moment, neither saying a word.

He was just as pretty as Emmet was. Were they siblings?

The man seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and began to speak.

“Hello there. I am Ingo, Emmet’s twin brother.”

You blinked, perked up, and took that in.

It made sense. You were sure if you hadn't seen Emmet with all those wounds, they’d be practically identical. The only differences being the smile, clothing choices, and the way they part their hair.

“How is he? Is he alright? Are his injuries healing okay?”

At that moment, a switch flipped in Ingo’s mind, and you didn’t even know it.

But you did see his eyes grow a teeny bit wider.

It seemed he wasn’t as expressive as Emmet was.

“Yes! Thanks to you, he is healing up nicely! There haven’t been any issues so far with his healing.”

You slumped against the doorframe, relieved. If you were being honest with yourself, the thought of his well being had been weighing on you since he left that day. If he even made it home, or recovered at all.

“Oh thank goodness. I had wondered if he was alright after sneaking out after being unconscious for so long. With those injuries too, no less.”

Giving Ingo a small smile, you didn’t notice how his cheeks had grown slightly pink.

“Thank you so much for letting me know!”

Now you would hopefully be able to sleep a bit better at night, knowing Emmet was gonna be okay.

This man, Ingo, you think he said his name was, cleared his throat.

“I wanted to give you this.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, before looking down.

He was holding out a piece of paper in his hand. Hesitantly, you took it from his grasp.

Much to your surprise, it was a set of numbers, along with his name written in cursive. Not something you expected from a greaser, but you knew from Emmet looks were deceiving.

“Are you… giving me your number?” You asked, feeling your face heat up as it really hit you over what he had given you.

You… never had a guy’s phone number before outside of school, since that was always for projects…

Ingo gave you a look, one you had a feeling was a more serious one than his regular face.

“Yes. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Shock must of been evident on your face, becuas his look seemed to shift into a somewhat amused one. His frown wasn’t as prominent, and the look in his eyes seemed lighter.

“But… why?” You asked, genuinely confused. He didn’t even know you, and you had a feeling having this guy’s favor was probably a big deal.

He tilted his head at you, confused as to why you would ask.

“Because you saved Emmet’s life. We both owe you a great debt. If you had not helped him, he very well could have died.”

His words settled into your stomach like rocks. Yeah, you knew he was in bad shape, but thinking how Emmet could have died without your help was an unsettling thought.

“Ah…” you only managed to mumble.

You then let out a squeak when Ingo was suddenly directly in front of you. His right are rested against the door frame above you, and his other hand was suddenly gently grabbing your chin.

“I mean it. Anything you want or need, it will be yours. I know Emmet is especially desperate to do anything you wish.”

Your face was red, and you found yourself sputtering at the sudden shift and contact. It didn’t help you swore you could see a smirk pushing through that ever present frown.

“We owe you so much. Please, even if it’s just to talk, call or message me.” He asked, having you look at him. Gone were the traces of the smirk, and his face seemed serious again.

Slowly, you nodded.

“I-… okay.” You agreed, you heart hammering in your chest.

All you were doing was agreeing to take his number and tell him if you needed anything, so you didn’t have to call him…

But the thought of getting to make sure Emmet got better whispered into the back of your mind. This way, you could make sure he was okay….

This was a risky game though. You knew greasers were trouble, so you would be playing with fire the more you associated with them.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder; was it really that bad that you wanted to talk to them, to make sure one was okay? They certainly didn’t seem all that bad…

Unaware of your inner turmoil, Ingo backed away, though he seemed much happier and brighter than when you had first opened the door.

“Excellent! Now, would you like to-“

Before he could finish, your phone made a small jingle, signaling your mother had messaged you. Ignoring Ingo, you scrambled for the device, and opened your messages.

Your heart nearly fell in your stomach. It seems your mother’s shopping trip was ending early, saying she couldn’t find everything she needed and would be home shortly.

Panicking, you didn’t notice the look of concern on Ingo’s face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“I-I’m sorry, but you have to leave.”

The man’s eyes widened, taken aback by your sudden panic.

“What? Why-“

You shushed him, and looked further out the door and down the street.

“My mother is on her way home. If she sees you, she’ll freak out and start yelling. She’ll probably call the cops too.”

Quickly, with a quiet ‘sorry’, you grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. You pushed him down the sidewalk towards what you assumed was his car.

“I’m so sorry, but she can’t see you. I promise to try and message or something, but for your sake, you must leave!”

You absolutely hated doing this to him. He seemed nice, if not a bit more reserved than Emmet. But you knew if your mother saw a greaser of all guys talking to you, she’d blow a gasket. She’d make accusations, scream, yell, probably ground you…

Then she would tell your father, who would make things worse. He may even go as far as to pull money for your tuition, or even try to get these guys arrested for just talking to you.

Even as an adult, you were still shackled to your parent’s wills.

Thankfully, Ingo didn’t resist you, and quickly walked with you to his car. Before he went to his door to get in, he gave you a look.

“Are you going to be okay, Angel?” He asked, his voice surprisingly soft compared to how loud it had been before.

You blinked, brain nearly freezing at the nickname.

“I-Yes-I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about what could happen to you. I can’t be seen talking to you or Emmet by my parents, and my mother is on her way home.”

Ingo’s lips tightened into a fine line, and he gave you a brisk nod.

Before he turned to walk over to the driver's side of his car, he surprised you.

He grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips, giving the back of your hand a kiss.

You sputtered, feeling hot all over again.

He smirked against the back of your hand, before releasing you.

“Take care, Angel. I look forward to hearing from you.”

You almost didn’t register his words, too flustered from the gesture. It wasn’t until he climbed into his car, and shut the door, that you were taken out of your daze.

“W-Wait, I-“

He drove off with a wave before your brain could finish catching up.

Standing there a bit dumbly, you could only watch as his car turned a corner, and out of your sight. You ended up not moving for a few minutes, nearly jumping in surprise when your mother drove up behind you with a honk.

Spinning around, she rolled down the window as she pulled over closer to the sidewalk where you stood.

“Hey sweetie! Why are you standing out here?” She asked, a bit confused. She even tried to look in the direction you were facing, trying to see what you were looking at.

“Um…” you spoke, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

“There were some rowdy kids on bikes yelling just a minute ago down the street. I was just…. Seeing if there was anything wrong.”

Your mother tutted, and then scoffed.

“Probably just some no good brats from a few blocks down. Don’t worry about them dear, they are nothing but trouble. They would drag you down just for wanting to help.”

She then rolled up her window and began to pull into the driveway, but you hardly noticed. Your mothers words echoed in your ears as you followed her inside to help woth groceries.

‘They would drag you down just for wanting to help.’

Would they, though?

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Ingo stared hard at the drivers wheel in the driveway at home, heart racing.

You, he didn’t know what to expect when he met you…

And yet…

You were so cute and sweet!

He had wondered if Emmet had exaggerated at all when he talked about you, but given how Emmet seemed so infatuated…

It made Ingo wonder just what was so special about you before.

His brother didn’t talk about you like you were just some flame he wanted to win over, oh no. He talked like he had been in love.

That had been surprising to Ingo.

Both twins had their fair share of partners, but neither had acted like this before.

No doubt Emmet will throw a fit when he finds out Ingo went to see you on his own without taking him, but Ingo had to see you in person. He had to see what kind of a person you were without his brother nearby.

Only the best would be allowed to properly date his baby brother, instead of just being a small flame for fun.

After meeting you, Ingo began to understand. You fit that criteria perfectly.

Ingo now knew why Emmet was so infatuated with you.

You were already cute, that much was certain. You were gorgeous, even.

But Emmet hadn’t been kidding when he said how sweet and kind you were.

How you were so worried for his brother still, who was a stranger to you.. Ingo knew right then and there that Emmet had not been exaggerating one bit. You, someone who didn’t know either of them, truly cared if Emmet was recovering.

You didn’t even care if you were talking to a greaser, you just genuinely cared if a stranger was okay.

Ingo felt his heart skip a beat in that moment. You really were an angel.

When he gave you his number, you didn’t even seem scared, or excited. That last bit may be a surprise, but given him and his brother were leaders of their group, many people wanted to be in their favor.

You just seemed a little hesitant and confused. He decided to take that as a good sign.

Ingo then sighed, pressing his head against the steering wheel once more.

It wasn’t uncommon for him and Emmet to share a partner, they both had similar tastes after all.

But he knew Emmet was already possessive and protective of you. There was a good chance he’d fight about it after he learned of Ingo’s own interest.

“Oh hell…” he mumbled. He couldn’t fight with Emmet. Not yet. Not when he was still healing.

After that?

It was fair game.

Until then, all he had to look forward to was you messaging or calling him.

Ingo’s frown then deepened after he thought about it.

Would you be able to safely?

You had seemed rather spooked when you got a message on your phone, mentioning something about how your mother can’t see him with you. All for his sake, you had said, but he felt there was a lot more to it than that.

Emmet mentioned you had him sneak out a window, that he would most likely have the cops called on him by your parents if they saw him.

Add that with what little tidbit he learned today… he wasn’t liking the picture that was forming in his head.

Were you safe? Were you okay?

Ingo began to also understand what Emmet meant when he would mention he was worried for his Angel.

Ingo gripped the steering wheel.

He had to figure this out, nor would he just let you sip through their fingers. You were a diamond in the rough, he could already tell.

If you didn’t want them? Fine, they could live with that. They could be happy being your friends and protecting you.

But oh, they wanted you. You really were an angel.

One Ingo had decided, they both would do just about anything for.

Now all he had to do was wait for you to call or message him. He’d take this slow, and let you lead. Ingo was sure Emmet was thinking the same thing, even now.

Thrumming his fingers against the wheel, he heaved out a sigh.

Until then, he had to go inside, and pray Emmet was still in bed healing.

You would no doubt be incredibly upset if he hurt himself again, after all. Something Ingo proudly used against Emmet when he tried to crawl out of bed.

Ingo grinned, happy to finally have a means of temporarily wrangling in his brother.

Yes, Ingo would enjoy this opportunity while it lasted.

[leggerefiore]

Identity

cw: hurt/comfort, ingo is crying about his amnesia, pla ingo

pairing: Warden Ingo/Reader

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It was difficult to deal with some days.

The eyes of people around Jubilife village could be so judging and isolating. Even winning over the favour of the Survey Corps Captain and many of the team's members had failed to dismiss such gazes. You were an outsider. One from both out of time and space.

Though, you supposed that you were not alone in that aspect. Sneasler's Warden was just like you, but somehow, worse. All he could recall about himself was his name and nothing more. He was obviously from another part of the world and likely even time, but nothing could come to him despite his many attempts at remembering even the smallest bit about himself.

Maybe that was why you ended up hanging around him whenever he was in the village. His gaze was never anything harsh or judging. There was a certain kindness that seemed to resonate around him. That of someone anyone could easily talk to. Ingo was like you, too. It made expressing these thoughts easy. There were times you both fell into a near endless conversation, only having it end due to Zisu needing his help or the sun beginning to set. Other times, you both sat in a comfortable silence beside each other.

Somehow, you ended up at his place. Knocking on his door, there was no response from inside. Was he not there? You had not seen him in the village, but there was a chance he had gone back to the Pearl Clan settlement. Debates of whether to head there next or just give up and go back home swirled within your head.

Until you heard a strange sound.

It sounded like a groan from within the cabin, but you were not sure. Still, your mind rushed with the possibility that something may have happened to the Warden. Forcing open the door, you gazed into the small home. A fire burned in the hearth. In the back of the home, where his bed laid, you saw him.

Ingo lay curled into his blankets, face buried into his pillow. It was not a groan you had heard, you realised. The Warden was sobbing. His chest rose and fell strangely as he clung to his pillow for dear life. You fell to your knees and gently placed a hand on his arm. It startled him, making him whip his head over to you.

Seeing his face made everything worse.

His skin was a red hue, just like his eyes. Tears shined on his cheeks. You brought a hand to his face in an attempt to wipe them away. He leaned into your touch, but you can see his true feelings in his eyes. A stone-like face interrupted by such emotional eyes. Ingo was mortified that you had seen him in such a state.

The words finally left your lips, “What's wrong?” You could not even begin to imagine what would bring such a seemingly reliable and strong man to tears.

He brought his hand to clear away the remaining tears on his cheeks and gently grabbed your own to rest within his. The calloused hand was oddly cold. Eerie, when considering the heat of the room from the fire. “... Do you think those waiting for you back home will ever give up on you returning?” he asked suddenly. It was a striking question. Would they? You wanted to say you had good people in your life who would wait endlessly for your return, but somewhere, a logical side of your brain argued that many would eventually move on.

“Is that what's bothering you, Ingo?” you sat down across from him, coming down to his level. His eyes broke contact from yours to stare at the ground. You squeezed your hand around his. The solid touch seemed to draw him back from wherever his mind wished to whisk him away to.

“Who am I supposed to be?” he mumbled out, fresh tears swelling in the rims of his eyes, “Even if I return, will they want me as I am?” You froze. His mouth pulled back into a genuine grimace as his eyes reflected the worry and fear pouring into his heart. Confidence could only protect someone for so long. How had this been weighing on his mind? “I can't even recall any of them…” Ingo whispered. Tears fell onto the bedding beneath him.

You felt shaken. Ingo was facing this world without an inkling of whom he used to be, nor any of those he once called dear. A memory of an identical image speaking, but he was unsure if that was him speaking to himself in a mirror or not. You wished you knew who he was. If you could give him any small thing to cling onto, you would. Your arms came around the Warden tightly. You nuzzled into his dark undershirt as you felt his solid form in your arms.

“… I think there are people waiting on you,” you reassured him firmly, needing to be the rock on which Ingo could rely, “They probably miss their frowning, loud friend dearly. They will want to help you.” His arms came around you, squeezing you like a plush doll almost.

“What if…” he gave a rare whisper, voice nowhere near its usual volume, “What if I'm not who they knew…? What if I'm just someone attempting to imitate who they knew?”

Your hand gently began to rub his back, feeling the tense muscles under your arms. This torment Ingo was facing. It was not something you could understand, yet his agony over this was more than apparent. “… Well, then, I'll always wait for you,” you smiled at him brightly, “If nothing else, I'll love this you.” A small peck to his cheek seemed to stir him into silence. His arms locked around you tighter as he pulled you deeper into his.

“… Thank you,” Ingo mumbled out softly.

You dared bring a hand into the soft fuzz of his hair and gently stroke it. “Whenever we return back to where we came, we will meet up again,” you promised.

Ingo's tears had stopped and were replaced with a gentle affection in his eyes, much like the gaze you returned to the old man.

(Though, Ingo's concerns were entirely misplaced. Someone back in his time endlessly searched for him. Their tears as they looked in the mirror, wearing his hat while desperately forcing a stern expression. A single word was murmured. “Phony.”)

[feroluce]

What if GameFreak just fucking leans into it.in a remake. Have all the depot agents talk about missing Ingo. Have only Emmet working at Gear Station, but if you talk to him, he says Ingo is just home sick for the day skdjxmskd

Emmet: I'm going to go check on him soon, since I haven't heard from him all day. He must really not feel good!

Player: UM.

Like it's a whole side quest, you keep seeing Emmet saying throughout the story saying oh, something happened that kept him busy, but he's sure Ingo is fine! He'll go check on him soon! Emmet sends the player out for medicine, and eventually to go check on Ingo for him because he keeps getting waylaid running the subway.

And the player finds their apartment. And it's dead silent. And they knock on the door. And the silence is louder than any noise, and there's something bright spilling from under the crack in the door, some kind of white light, and there's still no answer at the door-

And then Emmet pops up saying he finally caught up and uses his key to open the front door and admonish Ingo where he's sleeping on the couch for falling asleep with Chandelure out of her pokeball, if she keeps making big flaming balls of light the neighbors are gonna get annoyed again skzjskkdkd

Or like the player knocks on the door and there's no answer, knocks again, no answer, peeks through the crack in the curtains, nothing, the house is completely dark and silent, knocks again, nothing, nothing, like someone who is supposed to be there is nowhere to be found.

And then Emmet catches up like oh no that's the wrong one our apartment is next door and takes the player to the right spot where Ingo answers immediately. XD

Or Player knocks on the door and hears furniture being knocked around and screaming and pleading and then very conspicuously no screaming because it cut off with a wet dying gurgle and it turns out Ingo fell asleep watching a slasher movie skznsmmdmd

They actually could go full creepy with it, it'd be fun. Like how you see ghosts in some parts of the game. Like the player hears or sees something horrifying through a sliver in the curtains and then Emmet shows up to whisk them away because that's the wrong apartment. And then the story is just focused on the brothers being cute, but it never goes back to explain the first apartment kskzmsmfld

Bonus points if it's very obviously a rift. Like there is clearly a space-time rift in one of the other apartments, and maybe it flickers, popping around the building at random. And the main character is the only one who sees it. Emmet and Ingo are blissfully ignorant of what's soon to happen, but the player will know. We'll know.

[stellarcoachman]

Novembmas day 23: Family

Ingo follows Emmet’s lead through the city, then the station. He leans against his shoulder as they ride the train, watching the world pass them by through the window with wide eyes. Unova is so different from Hisui. Sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s really here.

They get off the train in a much smaller city, which Emmet tells him is Opelucid. Apparently, they grew up here, although the sight brings forth no memory. They walk down cobbled streets until they reach a wrought iron gate. Emmet opens it and leads the way up the path.

Ingo feels anxiety beginning to bubble under his skin as they approach the door. He met his uncle and cousin briefly while he was still hospitalized, but he hasn’t seen them since then. He still doesn’t remember them, which he can’t help but feel somewhat guilty about. He knows they must have been very important to him.

Before he has too much time to worry about it, the door opens. Drayden smiles at them, though it’s hard to tell through his sizable beard. “Hello, boys. Please, come inside.” He gestures with one hand, holding the door open for them with the other.

Ingo ducks his head in an informal bow and follows Emmet through the door. “Thank you, sir.”

Drayden’s eyes tighten slightly, but he just shows them to the living room. Ingo sits next to Emmet, close enough that he can lean against his shoulder. He would be surprised if his brother can’t feel the current of anxiety under his skin that’s only gotten stronger. At the very least, he can surely feel the way it makes him twitch when Drayden sits across from them. The silence feels far too heavy for what is supposed to be a nice gathering between family.

Eventually, their uncle breaks the silence. He looks at Ingo. “How have you been feeling?”

“Better.” It’s true. The last time they met, he was extremely disoriented from recently traveling through time and space.

“That’s… good.” Drayden seems unsure what else to say.

“Where’s Iris?” Emmet breaks the awkward tension again.

“Oh, she had an unexpected delay at the gym. She’ll be here soon.”

Emmet just nods in understanding.

A moment later, Drayden suddenly stands. “How about some coffee?”

Emmet smiles. “Yes, please!”

“Ah, um. No thank you.”

Drayden stares at him in open shock. “...Ok. Would you like something else?”

“Tea, if you have it.”

“Alright.”

He leaves the room and Ingo holds back a sigh. He feels like he screwed something up. He didn’t mean anything bad by refusing the coffee. He honestly just doesn’t want a repeat of the first time he tried it. He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He lays his head on Emmet’s shoulder and whispers, “what am I doing wrong?”

Emmet knocks his head gently against his. “Nothing. Things are just different. It will take some getting used to, is all.”

Ingo sighs. “You mean, I’m different.”

“Yes.” 

Ingo appreciates the brutal honesty, but even so he can’t completely suppress a shiver.

Emmet obviously feels it because he wraps an arm around his shoulders, holding him just a little closer. “It’s alright. That’s not a bad thing.”

He tries to ignore the bubbling mixture of anxiety, gratitude, and shame, choosing instead to just lean against his brother and try not to think at all. It works for about a minute, until he hears the sound of the front door open.

Iris’s voice calls out, “sorry I’m late! Are Emmet and Ingo here yet?”

He hears Drayden moving around in the kitchen, then saying, “yes, they’re in the living room.”

Ingo sits up straight and Emmet lets his arm fall away from him just in time for Iris to appear. She grins brightly and bounds over to them. “Sorry I’m late.”

Emmet stands up so he can hug her. “It’s alright. It’s good to see you.”

Ingo stands too, but hesitates, unsure what to do now. Iris also hesitates, but she steps towards him and cautiously wraps her arms around him. He doesn’t quite know how to feel, but he returns the gesture just as cautiously. Her voice comes out much more quietly now. “I’m really glad you’re back.”

He pats her back awkwardly. “I am too.”

Drayden comes back into the room carrying several steaming cups, which he sets on the table. “We’re all glad you’re back.”

He ducks his head and takes his cup, taking a sip to avoid having to think of anything to say. It’s more bitter than he expects, but he likes the taste. Still, it’s really too hot, so he just holds it for the moment.

Another awkward silence envelops them, but Iris doesn’t let it sit for long. She looks at Ingo and exclaims, “you should battle me!”

There’s a beat of entirely different silence. Shocked. Shaking it off, Drayden pats Iris on the shoulder. “I don’t think that’s-”

“I would love to.” Everyone turns to look at him and Ingo shrinks back in his seat. “I mean… If that’s… allowed.” If he’s being honest, a battle sounds much better than sitting here in awkward silence, but Drayden already started to say no and this is his house. He doesn’t want to overstep.

But Drayden just smiles. “Of course it’s allowed. There’s a practice arena outside.”

Emmet stands and tugs on his arm, pulling him to his feet. “I think that’s a great idea! Let’s go now!”

Ingo allows himself to be pulled along and in moments, they’re out the back door and he’s standing on one side of an arena, facing Iris on the other. He points forward and calls out, “all aboard!”

Iris grins. “I’ll give it everything I’ve got!”

Their battle is fast and explosive. Iris looks surprised when he sends out his partners from Hisui rather than those from before, but he still doesn’t know them well enough to be confident battling alongside them. He ends up winning, but only by a very small margin. Despite her surprise, Iris battles fiercely and her Pokemon are quite powerful. She reminds him a bit of Rei.

When her last Pokemon falls, she grins even wider. “You’re as strong as ever!”

He laughs. “I’ll take your word for it.”

She crosses the battlefield and the other two walk up from the sidelines. Drayden asks, “those are new Pokemon, right?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Emmet mentioned them. I’m not surprised you’ve trained them so well.”

“I suppose…” Ingo lets his eyes narrow happily. “Some things haven’t changed, then.”

His uncle smiles, understanding in his expression. “More than you may know.”

[deepseacolors]

@spr-ingo, March, Day 2: Maintenance

March, Day 1: RXR [link]

Surprise!! I got possessed and knocked this out in one sitting a couple days ago. (That also is the reason for the abrupt ending; I ran out of time, haha. Perhaps I'll tweak at it a bit sometime)

This is full of self-indulgent projection. (Shoots Ingo with the beam that gives him my chronic migraines.) It's also SUPER sappy I think.

Onward!

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By the time he makes it home, Ingo’s head is pounding in time with his pulse.

The lights of their living room, normally something he barely notices, sear through his eyes and stab into his temples. The smell of food causes his already roiling stomach to turn further.

“Ingo,” Emmet greets from the couch. “Dinner is--” He cuts himself off, and Ingo doesn’t have to look up to know that his brother is taking in the sorry sight that he is surely presenting right now.

“Are you sick?” Emmet asks, putting away his laptop and standing to get a closer look. The concern is touching, but unnecessary.

Migraine. Going to bed, Ingo signs, barely pausing to set down his belongings before retreating to the darkness of his room. He does not like being so brusque, especially when Emmet is obviously just concerned for his health, but he truly does not want to have any conversation right now.

He takes just a few moments to shut the blackout curtains and change into comfortable sleepwear before crawling into bed, pulling a pillow over his head and laying completely still.

After what feels like an hour but is likely just a few minutes, he hears a barely-there tap-tap-tap at his door. May I come in?

His fingers clench at the pillow for a moment, before he relaxes, reaching up to knock a tap-tap at his headboard in response. Come in.

The door opens slowly, just enough for Emmet to enter. Ingo peeks out from under his pillow, relaxing when no light comes flooding in from the open door, save for the gentle flicker of Chandelure's flames hovering just beyond the threshold. His brother must have dimmed the hallway lights before entering.

Carefully making his way across the room, Emmet comes to a halt at Ingo’s bedside, hands full of items Ingo can’t discern in the dark room.

With a soft clink on the bedside table, Emmet sets down a glass. “Water,” he says, his normally soft and even voice barely audible in the dark.

A tap. “Medicine,” Emmet continues.

And the sound of crinkling plastic. “Crackers.”

When his head is no longer imploding, Ingo will be sure to properly appreciate Emmet’s thoughtfulness.

As it stands now, there’s barely room in his brain for his own thoughts.

Thanks, he signs. It’s sloppy. He hopes it comes through clearly.

He feels Emmet’s hand grasp his own for a moment, squeezing Ingo’s fingers. Emmet understands.

Ingo squeezes Emmet’s hand in turn.

“Drink,” Emmet says, still quiet. “Eat, if you can. The medicine will help,” and Ingo doesn’t need to see his face to imagine the pointed look when he says, “if you take it.”

With that, Emmet lets go, and makes his way back to the door.

Before he can leave, Ingo manages a quiet, “G’night.” He knows that he’s unlikely to emerge for the rest of the evening.

(Even as soft as he tries to speak, the sound still reverberates in his skull.)

“Goodnight, Ingo,” Emmet says. And then, after quietly herding the lurking Pokemon back outside, the door clicks quietly behind him, and Ingo is alone.

Ingo doesn’t have to read the label on the bottle; just shaking it is enough to tell it’s contents. The only medication he’s tried that helps him through his migraines. To say they cure them would be an exaggeration; rather, they lessen the nausea and help him sleep through the worst of the pain.

But he’d be groggy for most of the next day if he took these now.

He exhales slowly through his nose. It’s only Wednesday. Emmet certainly means well with this unsubtle suggestion, but Ingo can’t take these this early in the week.

Reaching back to his bedside table, he attempts to set the bottle back down next to the glass of water his brother had brought for him. After a few misses, he succeeds in placing the bottle down.

...Too close to the edge. The bottle tumbles off the corner. By the sound of it, it lands in the space between his bed and the table.

The corner of Ingo’s lips turn further downward, his grimace turning into a full scowl.

(After three hours, Ingo glances at his clock and realizes that only twenty minutes have passed.

...Maybe he can take half a dose. He can probably manage light duty if he’s still groggy in the morning.)

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Ch 2

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count: ~3600

The door burst open with a bang, not even waiting for someone to open it. "Where are my birthday kiddos?" a voice yelled into the house. 

Rei and Akari scrambled into the living room from their respective rooms, running to hug her. "Hi, Aunt Elesa!" 

She smothered them in a hug, ruffling both sets of silver hair. "Happy birthday, you rascals. How old are you now? Twenty-five?" 

Rei scoffed. Despite going through this every year, he answered, "You know that we're turning twelve!" 

Elesa dramatically put a hand to her head. "Oh my, now how could I have forgotten? You two are getting so old." 

Akari nodded eagerly. "Dad said we might be able to begin our pokemon journey soon!"

"Yeah!" Rei added. "He said he might let us have our very own pokemon!" 

"Oh that's exciting! Let's go in now, kids, it's a little hot out here." Elesa shut the door, keeping out the summer heat. Emmet waved to her from the couch, blowing up balloons with his mouth. Streamers hung around the house, in blue and red, intertwined. 

"Who are we waiting on?" Elesa joined him by the couch as the twins ran off to their rooms again. 

"Ingo is grabbing the cake right now. Drayden and Iris will be here soon." 

"Perfect." She looked at the almost-empty pack of balloons. "How many of these have you blown up?" 

"At least twenty." He blew hard into another plastic sack. He would never admit it, but he was beginning to feel a little light-headed. Several colorful balloons littered the living room floor. Even if the party did not have a lot of attendees, they always wanted the kids to have a fun birthday. They’d probably go talk to some of the friends they’d made the next day, Emmet figured. They’d been making friends with some of the neighborhood kids the last couple years. Those other kids were getting ready to start their pokemon journeys, too. 

Emmet glanced at Elesa, then at the doorway to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “Do you have them?” he whispered to her. 

She tapped her bag and nodded. 

Emmet finished the bag of balloons right as there was a knock on the door. “Kids! Come get the door!” Elesa hollered. The quick thrum of footsteps ran to the door and thrust it open. 

“Grunkle Drayden!” They flung themselves at him. A booming laugh came over the threshold as Drayden carried them inside, their legs dangling in the air. He was definitely still working out, Emmet noted. Though his mouth was hidden, one could easily see his smile. 

“Hello, hello! Happy birthday, you two.” He set the twins down and looked around at the decor. “Ah, this reminds me of when you and Ingo were little, Emmet. Except I was the one on balloon duty,” he chuckled. He had on his usual uniform, right down to the suspenders. 

“Don’t forget about your favorite cousin!” Iris swept into the house, wearing a simple sundress with pink and white accents. Her hair was braided behind her head, a typical bow in her hair. She also carried two boxes, one wrapped in blue, one red. Emmet blinked at her. It was actually nuts how much older she seemed every time he saw her. How old was she now? In her twenties? He remembered when she was a toddler, right after Drayden had adopted her. He and Ingo had been in their early twenties at the time, when Drayden had dropped by for an unexpected visit to introduce them to their new cousin. “Her mother is having a rough time, and her father walked out,” he had said as he held her, her chubby hands reaching out towards them to grasp their faces, “so I’ll be taking care of her from now on.” 

“Iris!” Akari bolted up to her first. “Iris, you should see our rooms!”

“Yeah, we’ve been putting up posters since the last time you were here!” 

“Let me set these down on the table, first,” she said. She had hardly released the boxes before the twins tugged on her wrists as she laughed, being dragged along down the hall. 

“It’s been nice knowing you, Iris,” Elesa called behind her. 

“They are big fans of hers, aren’t they?” Drayden asked, shutting the door. 

“They love to brag that their cousin is the Champion to every other kid on the block,” Elesa grinned. “They think she’s the coolest person ever. Outside their amazing aunt, of course,” she smirked, looking at Emmet. 

“But not to be outshone by their uncle,” Emmet retorted. 

“Oh! Ingo’s here,” Drayden said, waving out the door. He stood in the doorway for a moment before Ingo hurried in, huffing and holding a large white box. 

“Apologies for the delay, they were finishing up as I got there. Where are the kids?” 

“They got a hold of Iris,” Elesa said. 

“Perfect, then we have a moment.” Ingo looked to Elesa and lowered his voice. “You have them?” 

“Emmet already asked,” she whispered. “I got them from Skyla yesterday and checked on them this morning. They’re ready.” 

“Good, good,” Ingo said. He came over and took two objects from her, hiding them in a cabinet. “I have the other things in the closet. I don’t want them seeing until it’s time to open gifts. And please tell her I said thank you and to ask anytime she needs a favor.” 

“They won’t see them in the closet?” Elesa asked. 

“Not in mine, especially not guarded by a horde of Joltiks on a mission,” Emmet said, smirking. “They can be quite persistent.” 

Elesa laughed. “You and your spiders.” 

“Dad! Are you home?” Akari appeared in the hallway, peering in. 

“Yes I am, cub.” 

“Why do you call them that?” Emmet held Rei’s small hand as they walked down the sidewalk. They were all bundled up to protect from the cold of winter. It was time for Christmas shopping, and to get ideas, the brothers had thought to take the kids window shopping. 

“Call them what?” Ingo held Akari in his arms as she pointed up at the glittering lights above a shop. 

“Cubs.” 

“Ah,” he said with a chuckle. “Part of my responsibility as Sneasler’s Warden was to help ensure her cub’s safety as they grew. And, well, once the children were born, I joked that they were my own little cubs. And the name just stuck.” 

“I see.” Emmet followed Rei’s line of sight as he watched a little train set move in the window, following a circular track. He lifted the boy up so he could see better. His small mittens pressed against the glass, his large silver eyes watching the mesmerizing movement. He really did remind Emmet of himself and Ingo when they were little. 

“Are we ready, then?” Drayden asked. “I believe everyone is here.” 

Ingo ran to grab the candles and lit them as Elesa flicked off the lights. The twins hurried to their seats at the table, grinning. 

Everyone joined in singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to them as Ingo lifted the cake gingerly out of the box and presented it to them. It was white, with blue border icing and red icing that read ‘Happy Birthday Akari & Rei!’ in swirly lettering. Together, they blew out the twelve candles on the cake. 

After cake was present time. First they opened the matching gifts from Drayden and Iris. Inside each box was a backpack, Rei’s trimmed with red and Akari’s with blue. Both were mostly white, with the outline of a pokeball on the front. “It’s designed for distance use,” Drayden explained. “For now, they are for trips to other parts of the region, and in the future you can use them for your pokemon journey.” 

They tried on the backpacks enthusiastically and tested the straps making them snug. Elesa clapped. “You’re starting to look like real Trainers now,” she said.

Emmet snuck away to his dresser and grabbed out two boxes as they were still playing around with the bags. He returned as they were thanking Drayden and Iris. 

“Me next!” he announced, placing one of the boxes in front of each chair. 

The two sat down and ripped into the boxes, each pulling out a matching device. “Our own Xtrans?” Rei asked in amazement. Emmet knew he’d wanted one for ages. 

“Exactly,” Emmet said. “We can set them up after this. I just got black bands for you both for now, but there are more options if you’d like.” 

Elesa was next up on the list for gifts. She set two large boxes on the table, one, as always, wrapped in blue, and the other in red. These each contained a jacket, not dissimilar in style to Elesa’s, but built for travel. Elesa showed them several pockets for storing things and explained how they were designed for rough use and keeping out the weather. They each tried them on. Rei’s was a deep burgundy with lighter reds around the trim. It zipped all the way up from the bottom and had a tall collar that could extend halfway up his neck. It fit well on him. Akari’s was almost identical, but hers was navy blue with lighter accent blues and had a white zipper. When paired with the backpacks, they truly did look like budding Trainers. 

Last was Ingo. He held the two objects behind his back as the excitement died down. “Here, I have one of two things to give you. I want you to choose which one you take.” The twins cocked their heads at him as he said “Close your eyes.” 

A hiss and a flash of light. Emmet’s grin broadened at the familiar sound as he saw two things materialize. He could see the twins’ excitement grow as they recognized the sound. They fidgeted in their seats, fighting to keep their eyes closed.

“Alright… go ahead and open.” 

In front of them sat two pokemon, a Rufflet and a Vullaby. The twins’ eyes sparkled as they looked at the two. “These are considered counterpart pokemon,” Ingo said. “Rufflet is always male. It will evolve once, when it gets strong enough. It is a normal/flying type.” The baby bird squawked. “And this,” Ingo gestured to the other baby bird, “is Vullaby. It is always female. It also evolves once. It is a dark/flying type. This pair are siblings, in fact.” He set the pokeballs on the table behind the corresponding pokemon. “Go ahead and pick one. This will be your first pokemon, and therefore, your partner.” 

Immediately, Akari reached out a tentative hand towards Rufflet. It cocked its head at her as it sniffed her. Rei, meanwhile, had his eyes on Vullaby. It sauntered towards him, flapping its wings. He held out a hand for it, allowing it to watch him. 

Everyone was watching with bated breath. This was an important moment for the twins. 

Rufflet rubbed its head against Akari’s hand and chirped. She broke out into a huge smile. “Oh you’re so cute…” 

Vullaby squawked as it sat down and grabbed Rei’s hand between its wings, studying it closely. It turned it over, studying the backside. Then it laid his hand on its head. He pet it. It chirped like Rufflet had, making him laugh. The twins looked at each other and each took the pokeball corresponding to the pokemon they had. They clicked the center buttons and both birds retreated with a flash, the ball lighting up as they did. Then with a click, both shut. 

Ingo’s eyes were teary as he rounded the table to hug his twins. They hugged him back, holding the balls tight to their chests. “You two are getting so big.” He released them and produced one more item from behind him. “There’s just one more thing me and your uncle want you to have,” he said. “These are the hats that we wore on our pokemon journey when we were your age. They haven’t been worn in years, and we want you to have them. We know you’ll take good care of them on your own journey.” Emmet nodded from the other side of the table, smiling at them. 

The twins put on the hats. They were mirrors of each other, basic ball caps in black and white. Ingo’s front panel had been black, with white sides, while Emmet’s had been white in the front with black sides. Akari took Ingo’s old hat and placed it on her head. Rei took Emmet’s. They looked up at their father, both grinning at him. “You both look so grown up now,” he murmured as he leaned in for a hug. 

Photos and bonding with their partners is what took up most of the rest of the night. They’d wanted to try a practice battle in the backyard with their new partners, to learn their own strengths and weaknesses. Emmet stood by Rei and showed him how to command his pokemon while Ingo coached Akari. They did not battle until there was a clear winner, just to allow them to get a taste of what battling was like. They would find out what real battling was like very soon. 

And before anyone realized it, it was getting late. Drayden and Iris bid them a happy birthday and congratulated them on their first pokemon. Elesa did as well, giving them a big hug and telling them that she looked forward to taking them on as challengers in her gym someday. 

Ingo yawned. He and Emmet sat on the couch, watching the twins as they played with their partners. 

“I’m worried for them,” Ingo said. “They’re about to go out on their own. Do you think they’ll be alright?” 

Emmet said nothing for a moment, not taking his eyes off the twins and their birds. “I think they’ll do just fine. They’re just like us. They have their partners, yes, but they also have each other. And they have our phone numbers. They know we’re just a call or train ride away.” 

Ingo breathed in deep. “You’re right,” he said. “They’re going to be okay.” 

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It was house cleaning day. Ingo was wiping down the counters and cleaning out the fridge with the help of Garbodor as Emmet dusted the shelves. He lifted photos and mementos as he did, not wanting to leave a speck behind. As he did, he’d glance at each photo. The one of himself and Ingo as fresh depot agents, one of him and his brother and Elesa as children, one a few days after Ingo had returned with the children with the three of them asleep on the couch, one where the brothers had taken the kids to the Nimbasa Fair, one from where the kids had started their pokemon journey. 

Had that day really been three years ago? Emmet shook his head as he dusted under the photo’s spot. He could remember it like it was yesterday. How they’d tearfully told their father and uncle goodbye, promising they’d visit, Ingo stopping them for a quick photo with their partners. In the photo, Vullaby had been squawking in impatience and Rufflet was giving it a dirty look. The twins were smiling at the camera. It was a nice picture. 

Emmet set it back and continued on until all the shelves were dusted. Then he moved on to vacuuming. Ingo started the laundry. Emmet cleaned the bathroom. Ingo reorganized the cupboard. 

By the time they were done, they both collapsed on the couch. “What a day off, huh?” Emmet asked. 

Ingo huffed. “It needed to be done.” 

They sat in silence for some time. The sun was getting lower in the sky. 

“Have you heard from the twins lately?” Emmet asked. 

“They’re trekking around Undella Town again,” Ingo said. “Akari really seems to like the beaches.”

“I wonder what teams they have,” Emmet mused. 

“They said they wanted to battle us sometime soon.” Ingo looked at his brother as he said this, a familiar gleam in his eye.

Emmet’s grin was broad and beaming. “I hope we have some familiar Trainers on the Lines soon.” 

“As do I,” Ingo beamed. Ever since the kids had begun their journey, Emmet and Ingo had reopened the Doubles Line at the Subway. They didn’t run it near as often as they used to before his disappearance, and it always drew in a crowd. “As do I.” 

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Emmet would later swear that it started out normal. 

He and Ingo had gone grocery shopping to stock up and were taking a walk by the park. It was not often they had a day off like this. The sun was warm, but not yet hot. Springtime was in full swing. Deerling could be heard in the forests, the Sewaddle curling up in the branches of trees. The pond was glittering blue. Eelektross and Chandelure were out, enjoying the sunshine and floating behind their Trainers.

Ingo received a call on his Xtrans and requested they stop. It was from Akari. It had been a minute since the twins had called! Emmet leaned in to see. 

“Hello, cub! How are-” Ingo stopped abruptly.

It was not Akari on the screen. 

Instead, it was a woman, whose face was marred with horror. “H-hello? I just… they just…” 

Emmet’s heart dropped. Ingo went completely still next to him.“What happened to the kids?” he asked, his voice choking. 

Her eyes blinked. “I’m sorry, I saw this number was labeled as ‘Dad’ and I don’t know what else to do. There was… I don’t know how to describe it. It was a tearing sound. It was like… something was trying to saw a steel beam in half. And then a hole appeared and they were just… gone. No trace of them. The only thing left was their Xtrans-”

“Where are you right now?!” Ingo just about screamed. His face was pale. All color had drained from it. Emmet could not say that he blamed him. Both of them were shaking, Ingo shivering so hard that Emmet had trouble seeing the Xtrans screen

“I-I’m in Castellia-”

“We’ll be right over.” Ingo tossed out the Gliscor he still carried from Hisui and hopped on, grabbing Emmet’s hand. “Gliscor, to Castellia City. Something’s wrong.” It screeched and took off, slightly struggling to carry two whole men, but not complaining. The call dropped. 

—--------

Ingo ran through the streets as he searched for the woman. It turns out, he didn’t have to look for long. She was by the docks, still trembling as she held two matching Xtrans. He ran over, Emmet hot on his heels. “You!” The woman jumped and saw them running over, the Gliscor following behind them. “What else did you see? Did they say anything?”

She was still shaken. She looked down at the Xtrans and handed them to Emmet. “I… They screamed for a moment, but I could barely hear over the ripping… I could have sworn they’d callen out for someone though… It sounded like ‘dad’...” 

Ingo fell to his knees, shaking. Emmet grabbed his shoulder to steady himself. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not to the kids. 

“It was so dark in there, I couldn’t see anything. No one else was here. Anyone who was here ran away, but I didn’t want those kids there…” She shook her head. “They started to run but the sound followed them. I don’t know where they went.” 

Ingo didn’t seem to be hearing her. He was shaking horribly, his breathing fast and gasping. Emmet knelt next to him and forced his head up. 

“Ingo, listen. They’re going to be fine. They’re okay.” 

“How can you say that?! How do you know that?!” He was yelling, he’d lost all control. Emmet swallowed down his own feelings for now, he could sort through them later. 

“Because they have their pokemon and each other. Last time, you were alone. They aren’t. They’re smart and strong. And they fell together. They’re going to be okay.” 

“We-we have no idea where they are, or when, or even if they went somewhere capable of sustaining life! What if they were dropped in space or the bottom of the ocean or in a volcano-”

“We have to trust they weren’t, okay? That’s the best we can do.” Emmet tilted his chin forward and locked eyes with his brother, gripping his shoulders tightly. “Breathe with me. They’re alright for now. They can handle themselves. They’ve been all over this region and they’ve barely broken a sweat.” 

“They never got their sixth badge…” 

“But they’re strong,” Emmet interjected. “They can handle it. They may not have their memories, or us, right now but they have each other and their teams. That’s more than you had when you were gone and you came back. We have to trust they will too.” 

“It took me a decade!” 

“We know where to look for them,” Emmet reminded him. “I never thought to check in the past.” 

“Wh-what if they’re in the future?” 

“Ingo, we will do whatever it takes to bring those kids home, but for right now, you need to breathe. Panicking will not help them.”

Ingo took in a long, shaky breath. Two. Three. He was calming down. Emmet slowly released his hold on him. “I… I’m better. All systems online.” 

“Confirmed,” Emmet responded. 

“Uh…” The brothers turned to the woman beside them. They’d forgotten she was there. “Sorry to interrupt, but hearing your conversation, I believe I may have a starting point. I don’t know if we’ve ever properly met. My name is Professor Juniper. I want to help you find your missing children.” 

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[madd-nix]

Reuniting, Better Late Than Never

Chapter 1

What if Legends Arceus didn't take place as far back as we thought? What if a few of the younger characters are still alive? This is just me wanting Dawn and Ingo to get the chance to reunite with a few of their friends once they've come back to present day.

(Chapter 2 can be found here, and there's a link to the Ao3 page for it in one of my reblogs in the tags.)

Words: 1,644

Rating: PG (ask to tag)

Rei stood in the kitchen of his small home, preparing some tea for himself. The small Purugly that he now had as a pet purred as she rubbed her head against his leg.

He chuckled and scratched behind her ears, then made his way back to the living room with his teacup. His old partner Pikachu - eventually Raichu once he evolved - had passed on many years ago. He has since retired from battling, so this Purugly was simply here to keep him company.

Together, he and Purugly sat down on his couch and turned on the TV, although it was more to provide background noise, since he didn't really feel like watching anything in particular. The news was on and he just barely paid enough attention to hear as the anchorman went on again about how the champion of Sinnoh had finally returned just a few days ago. He couldn't help but smile a little to himself at that.

Some time passed, and he was just about to doze on the couch after having finished his tea. Purugly was purring contently on his lap, and as long as he wasn't expecting a call from his granddaughter, this was the perfect time for a nap. However, life had other plans for him apparently. There was a loud, anxious knock on the door. Rei groaned and his Purugly let out a low, annoyed meow.

"It's unlocked! Come on in!" he called.

The door opened and his great-granddaughter came storming in, followed by her mother, his granddaughter.

"Dawn, I'm so glad to see you're back home and safe! Your mother called me in tears just the other day saying you finally came home, and I was wondering when you'd come visit your old great-grandpa," Rei said cheerfully.

Dawn stared at him with a look Rei had never seen on her face before. It was a mix of recognition, relief, and some other emotion he couldn't quite read, and her eyes were wet with unshed tears. She wasn't looking at him as her great-grandpa. She was seeing him as someone else.

"Rei..... you're alive!" Dawn cried out.

She then ran forward and launched herself at him. Purugly luckily moved just in time so she wouldn't get squished as Rei caught Dawn in his arms. She hugged him tightly as she buried her face on his shoulder. He smiled as he gently rubbed her back.

"So, you finally realized who I am. It's good to see you again, Dawn."

It was certainly strange. He had watched this girl grow up since the time she was born. He had watched her toddle around as an infant, play in his yard as a child, go to school, and go on her pokemon journey once she had finally come of age. This was his great-granddaughter after all. But this was also his best friend. The girl he could remember following the professor into the village for the first time after having fallen from the sky. He had taught her how to catch pokemon and craft pokeballs, and she taught him how to bond more with his partner Pikachu. They worked together to create the region's first PokeDex. And he could still remember the day she left with that Pearl Clan warden.

"Rei?" Rei looked up at the sound of his name. The voice was so familiar despite not having heard it for decades. Standing in the doorway just behind Johanna, was Ingo.

"Warden Ingo, it's been a while," Rei said.

Ingo made his way into the house, probably taking in his appearance. To be fair, to Dawn and Ingo, he had still been just a teenager the last they had seen him. And now here he was as an old man. The change must be a bit jarring.

Ingo awkwardly sat down on the couch beside Rei, while Dawn still held on to him tightly. Rei couldn't help but chuckle a little at how the former warden hadn't changed a bit since he last saw him.

"I can't believe you're still alive," Ingo muttered, uncharacteristically quiet.

"Ha! You're telling me," Rei laughed. "I'm 105 years old and I'm still somehow kicking."

"105 years old?" Ingo's eyes widened. "So it's been..."

"90 years, yeah," Rei finished for him. "It's been quite a while since I last saw you. So, why are you still here in Sinnoh? Or do you live here too?"

"I still don't remember where I live," Ingo explained. "I'm still working on getting my memories back. Until then, Johanna has been kind enough to let me stay with her and Dawn."

"It's the least I could do for you after you helped bring Dawn back," Johanna said as she took a seat on the couch beside Ingo. "And Grandpa, you really were right. Dawn found a way home just like you said."

"Well, I told you I remembered her leaving to return home. I've just been waiting to see when Dawn would realize who I was after she got back."

At this, Dawn looked up at Rei. Her face was covered in tears and her shoulders still shook with repressed sobs.

"I-I can't believe you're m-my great-grandpa!" she cried. "My great-grandpa is my best friend!"

"And my great-granddaughter is my best friend and the hero of Hisui," Rei chuckled. "I've been waiting for the day that I'd get to see you again like this."

Dawn wiped at her face with her sleeve, then moved so she could sit beside him and not on his lap. He still kept an arm around her though.

"S-so... you knew I would get sent to Hisui?" Dawn asked.

"Yes, I did," Rei admitted with a sigh. "And I'm sorry I didn't warn you or prepare you more for it. I didn't want to risk altering the timeline, if that was even possible. As I watched you get older and you grew closer and closer to the young girl I befriended in Hisui, I knew that you were the Dawn I knew back then. Especially after you showed you had the strength to take down Team Galactic and beat Champion Cynthia, I knew where you would be heading eventually. Then your mother called me in a panic some months ago, crying about how you had disappeared. I called her over and explained what was going on. And Johanna, sweetheart, I'm sorry I couldn't have warned you better either."

His granddaughter had been so mad at the time for him keeping Dawn's disappearance a secret. She had yelled at him about how he could've at least said something about it, even just to warn them so they could be prepared for it. But he had been too scared to change the course of history to risk saying anything.

"It's okay, you've already apologized," Johanna said. "I know you didn't want to change things. I'm just glad you filled me in once it happened."

Rei nodded to her, then turned back to Dawn.

"When I heard from your mother that you were back, I told her not to say anything about me. Not until you asked or brought up my name," he explained. "I'm glad it didn't take you too long. I was starting to get impatient after waiting for nine decades." He chuckled, which got a small smile out of Dawn.

"I'm so glad you're still alive," she said. "When I knew that I'd be going back to my time, I thought for sure that... that..."

"That everyone we knew would be long gone," Ingo finished for her. "It really is nice to see that at least one familiar face is still here."

"While most everyone we knew then has passed on, I'm not the only one still alive," Rei said. This got both Dawn and Ingo to sit up a little straighter.

"Who? Who else is alive?" Dawn asked quickly.

"I haven't spoken or written to them in a while, but Lian is still around in Oreburgh City, and Sabi lives up in Snowpoint City. I could give them a call or you could go see them yourselves."

"Lian is still alive?" Ingo asked. His eyes were wide with hope, eager to see the last other living member of his clan.

"He is. Oreburgh isn't too far from here. I'm sure he'd love to see you again."

"And you said Sabi is up in Snowpoint? We could easily fly up there!" Dawn said eagerly. "We have to go see them both and let them know we made it back home!"

"Heh, always on the move, aren't you?" Rei chuckled as he ruffled Dawn's hair. She puffed out her cheeks in annoyance and quickly fixed her hair and adjusted her bandana.

"We can go out to Oreburgh tomorrow, how about that?" Johanna suggested. "Then we can go to Snowpoint a day or two after that."

"Okay!" Dawn nodded determinedly. "But for now, you have to tell me what all we missed in the last 90 years. Did Professor Laventon do more work other than the PokeDex? Did Kamado really disband the Galaxy Team before Cyrus took over?"

"And how was Zisu? She was always such a great sparring partner. Did she continue to work with up and coming trainers?" Ingo added. "And do you know about anyone from the Pearl and Diamond clans?"

"Heh, one question at a time," Rei laughed. "Hold on, I think you both might want to see some of what I've got too."

With a slight grunt and the assistance of his cane, Rei stood up from the couch and walked over to his bookshelf. He looked around for only a moment before his eyes landed on a thick photo album. He grabbed it, then returned to his spot on the couch between Dawn and Ingo.

"I have some photos of everyone over the years. Thought you might like to see them."

[sataara]

Blossom

Hello! I'm here again with an x reader this time with Emmet! This was a request that my friend @nartothelar did a whiiiiiile ago when I was asking for ideas to write and I finally finished it! Hope you guys enjoy!

You can read it on ao3 here

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You could hear the soft sound of a guitar, somewhere deeper into the apartment. The pastries you bought, now out of the to go box and in a plate, could wait. A paper towel covered them as you went on to investigate the calm notes floating almost lazily through the hallway, your sticky hands were quickly wiped on a table cloth.

Your socked feet made muted thumps on the wooden floor as you followed the sound. Emmet’s door was slightly ajar, and now, closer to his room, you could hear a hum accompanying the chords.

You decided to knock, let him know you were there instead of suddenly opening the door and startling him, but, despite your best effort, you still heard a yelp and something hard hitting wood, a hiss.

“Sorry, Emmy, are you alright?” As you finally entered the room, you were met with the sight of Emmet in his bed, an acoustic guitar laying next to him while he massaged a knee.

“I am Emmet, I'm fine. I didn't know you were here.” He recovered quickly, knee just a bit red now but looking fine otherwise as he sat cross legged and faced you.

“Ingo let me in before he went to work, said you were probably still in your room since it's your day off. And sorry again, I didn't mean to surprise you like that. I got curious, didn't know you played the guitar.” You sat down next to him, your own legs thrown over the edge of the bed instead.

“I do not talk about it much. It is one of my hobbies but I feel like a boring one compared to other things I do.” Emmet grabbed the guitar, bringing it to his lap as you assume he was doing before you knocked.

You leaned on his shoulder and as naturally as if he was breathing air, he kissed the top of your head before resting his cheek against you. Your hands met in the space between your thighs.

“The song was very pretty. Does it have any lyrics?”

He hummed an affirmative, letting your hand go only to bring his back to the guitar, swift fingers moving over the strings.

“ I close my eyes

For once I don't have to try

I'm well-wishing for a life

I picture you happy, oh…”  

Softly he sang, cheek still pressed against you, his voice taking an almost raspy quality as he followed the notes. You felt yourself relax, body just shy of limp where it rested against his side.

As the song finished, Emmet put the guitar to the side so he could hug you close. You knew, without him having to use words, that he was comfortable and happy, holding you, hiding his face on your hair.

“I didn't know you liked this type of music.”

“It’s from an artist that Ingo showed me, don't tell him I learned it, he'll make fun of me.”

“Why? Did you make fun of him for liking it in the first place?”

He only hummed again, more than enough answer for you. Emmet couldn't see the mischievous grin plastered on your face, but he probably felt it from your silence, sighing loudly about it what in turn got an evil laugh from you.

After a few moments, you quieted down, just enjoying each other's presence until a thought suddenly made you jolt, making Emmet sit up quickly to avoid a hit to the chin.

“Emmet! I left pastries on the counter!”

He answered with an alarmed look. The joltiks.

You raced back to the kitchen, stumbling, almost face planting once or twice, but just in time to see Eelektross scolding the tiny spiders. From their positions it seems like he stopped them just in time.

“Thank you, Eelektross!” Emmet exclaimed as he walked up to the eel, grabbing his face between his hands and swerving him gently side to side while cooing compliments and promising treats.

While the pair was busy you went back to the food, giving the joltiks a long look before stealthily pulling a battery from your pocket. They immediately perked up but you stopped just shy of their reach.

“This is all yours if you promise you won't try to take any more pastries, deal?” You barely finished whispering and the little ticks quickly nodded their heads, skittering away the moment they had a hold on the battery.

“Want to watch a documentary while we share these?” You quickly turned, trying not to act suspicious but almost dropping the plate when you found Emmet's face a breath away from yours.

“Verrrrry naughty, giving them treats after they misbehaved.” Despite the words he couldn't hide his amusement.

“Aw, c'mon, it's a peace treaty.” You paused. “Or should I say… a peace treats-y!”

Your boyfriend only looked at you for a long second, face unchanging. “I am Emmet and that was very bad.” With no other word, he walked to the living room, already picking the controller up to turn the TV on as you followed right behind him.

“It wasn't that bad, it was electric .”

“I will bite you.”

“Is that a promise?”

He answered with a huff and a shake of his head, dropping himself on the couch with his legs splayed out. You sat on the other side of it, throwing your legs over Emmet’s thighs as he rested his hands on top of them, his thumbs playing a nonsensical rhythm on your skin as the narrator started on the history of trains in the region of Kanto.

Emmet seemed very into the program, despite having seen it before, but your mind kept going back to the moment you two shared in his room.

“Emmy?”

“Hm?”

“Do you know any other songs on the guitar?”

He gave you a questioning look, documentary momentarily forgotten while he tried to gauge where this was coming from.

“I just didn't expect you to be into music like this, got me curious.”

His eyes stayed on you for a few more moments, a thoughtful look replacing the curiosity until he gently picked your legs up, dropping them back on the couch and stood up fully only to disappear in the hallway. You heard his steps coming back not long after, this time with his guitar in hand. You moved so he had space to sit down on the couch again.

After a few moments of rearranging himself, his fingers met the strings, sounding them out before actually playing.

“So up rolls a riot van and sparks excitement in the boys

But the policemen look annoyed”

As Emmet sang, his voice got that raspy tint again, this song had more of a laid back feel to it, like something you'd play while sitting around a fire pit in the beach. From the lyrics it was obvious that he chose this one to get a laugh from you.

“And please stop talkin’ ‘cause they won't find us if you do

Oh, those silly boys in blue…”

Following the words he nudged you with his elbow, looking at you conspiratorially. You rolled your eyes even though you couldn't quite keep the smile off of your face.

“‘Have you been drinking son? You don't look old enough to me’

‘I'm sorry, officer, is there a certain age you're supposed to be? ‘Cause nobody told me’”

Now you did laugh, from the drawl on his voice to match the words, the silly faces he made as if acting along as the characters. You couldn't help the fondness that seemed to blossom in your chest.

As the song ended you cheered loudly for him, earning a shove with not much heart behind, it was impossible to miss the amusement on the curve of his lips.

“You can keep playing, y'know?” You blurted out.

He gave you a questioning look, head tilting to the side.

“I really don't mind, and… it's nice.” Your voice was a bit quieter at the end. There was a lot more going on in your head than you could verbalize but it seemed like Emmet understood.

He offered a hand, which you accepted, getting comfortable as he pulled you closer, letting you lean on his side as he got in a better position to support you while still playing. An instrumental intro lasting a few moments before his voice joined the melody.

“You've done

Me wrong

For a long long time…”

Warm light covered the living room, the morning making way for the afternoon, the city in movement contrasting the calm atmosphere that surrounded you. You brought your knees up, hugging your legs while your head found his shoulder once again. Emmet’s voice fell over you like a soft blanket making you close your eyes, your breathing evening out. 

You didn't really notice when the song ended, distantly feeling careful movement under you, the hollow sound of the guitar being moved to the ground, careful hands pulling you against a firm chest, arms holding you close. It was in that safe embrace that you let sleep fully take you, knowing there was nowhere else you rather be than in your talented partner's arms.

[r0-boat]

What if one of the kings got sick or one of the drones?

Again another great one that probably deserves its own lengthy head Cannon post!

But long story short:

Drones at their own private quarters so they would probably keep them there.

Normally drones wouldnt care other than give them sick leave till they make a full recovery.

I wouldn't be surprised if they're old Queen didn't even let them take any days off or breaks whatsoever for any reason, so the fact that they're getting this is a blessing on its own.

Imagine a drone sick in bed reading some I don't know human magazine and they hear a knock at the door they open the door and see their royal, oh they're poor drone heart can't take it. Heart beating so fast they're blushing their royal is here... In their room?!

The Royal is just here to give their condolences and give some medicine to them but they just can't use it, their beloved royal gave this to them!! They can't dare waste.

When king get sick in true ingo/Emmet fashion they'll probably try to power through it get as much work done as possible only to get scolded by Royal.

The Royal would probably reassure them that they have everything under control well they're only job is to lay in bed get better and be pampered by them.

[a-land-lacking-sleep]

Submas/DPPT/BW/PLA Story Idea Preview: Disappearance

A side fic I have planned for Electric Trains once I get more written is a look into what happened when Ingo, Hikari, and Elesa individually disappeared. What happened beforehand, what happened during, and what happened after. I had two solid scenes in my head, which is how the idea spawned, and so I decided to write out one scene each to make sure I have the idea of the fic solid, and something to build from or to.

None of these scenes are what I could consider “finished”, in the sense that there could be more to round them out. These are meant to be teaser snippets, and once I get to writing them in full (in probably 2 months), they’ll be written entirely. I also mix Japanese and English names here, so Ayako is Johanna, despite Cynthia staying Cynthia. And, warning for strong Angst in the second scene and moderate angst in the third scene. The first one is surprisingly angst free!

INGO

Emmet hasn’t left his office in nearly 3 days, seeing no reason not to review every second of footage himself. He didn’t trust the local police department to do it. They didn’t care enough, they didn’t lose their brother, they wouldn’t look hard enough. So until he decided there was no worth to the cameras of Gear Station, he would review all the security footage personally. He would see whoever it was that came in and kidnapped his brother. 

When someone begins knocking on the door, Emmet decides to ignore it. It was a gentle knock, and judging from the time, he figures it was probably Ramses coming to check in and bring him a sandwich from the cafe. “I’ll be ready to eat in an hour, leave me alone,” he calls out, rewinding the footage of Multi Line 4 so he can watch it at half speed.

It’s quiet for a few moments before the knocking picks back up, a little harder this time. Isadore. “I am Emmet! I am busy reviewing the footage! Leave me alone unless you have Ingo!” Emmet feels slightly bad about yelling at his Agents like that, but he needs to do this. “Email me if you need me!” There, that should be enough to keep Isadore from bursting in without permission. 

“I’m scared you’ve already ignored my last three emails, Mr. Subway Boss.” That wasn’t a voice Emmet recognizes, though he did recognize a Kalosian accent. Emmet pauses the footage, bookmarking the location, and begins to stand when the door opens. In walks a pale man with short brown hair, seemingly in his mid-40s, wearing a loose brown business suit under a brown trench coat. 

Emmet stares blankly at the man for a moment before speaking up. “You are not an Agent. You are trespassing. Leave.”

The man simply shakes his head before speaking up. “Your Agents led me here, Mr. Subway Boss. My name-” He cuts himself off, then coughs discreetly into his hand to clear his throat. “Ah, no. I shall inform you of only my code name. My code name, it is Handsome. That is what they all call me.” He reaches into his coat and produces a folded badge from it, which is emblazoned with his face and the International Police symbol. 

“I have already spoken with the chiefs of Nimbasa Municipal Police and Unovan National Police. The International Police are now in charge of these investigations.”

HIKARI

Ayako is sitting across from Cynthia, both women staring at the empty bottle of wine on the table between them. It was their third bottle, and the last one Cynthia had in her villa in the Resort Area. The two women continue to sit silently, until Ayako softly sobs, doubling over and dropping her face into her hands. “She’s gone, Cynthia…”

Cynthia doesn’t say anything, staring at the empty bottle for another few moments as the older woman continues to cry. “She’s only 15…” Ayako says, her voice breaking. “She was supposed to be safe at home…”

Cynthia leans forward, putting her elbows on the table and rubbing her temples as her own mind races. Hikari was only just now stepping into the role of Champion, just now getting to make a name for herself between regions and nations. She was just starting to come into herself. Was her nie- her protege gone? Dead?

“I…” Cynthia tries to speak up, her voice cracking as she tries to contain her own tears. “I’ll contact Interpol… See what they can do…” She used to be the Champion, why was she so powerless?

Ayako’s sobs quiet down, her body no longer shaking as strongly. Then, she grabs the wine bottle, and holds it to her lips to try and get the last drops, before suddenly tossing it at the front door. Thankfully, Cynthia’s Spiritomb is nearby and catches the bottle with Psychic before it could shatter, and they take it to the trash can.

Cynthia reaches across the table, grasping at Ayako’s hand before squeezing it tight. “Ayako, please calm down, breaking things won’t help.” Even if they are logical, her words were hypocritical, considering she broke the mirror in her bathroom when she got the news. She puts her other hand around Ayako’s, staring at it as she tries to think.

“Is there anything we can do?” Ayako asks softly, refusing to look at Cynthia.

No, not really. “I’ll look myself,” Cynthia says, squeezing her friend’s hand. “As Interpol looks, so will I. Through the region, through the world, wherever I need to.”

I don’t want to lose my niece either.

ELESA

Now, while it was purely an unwritten rule, Unova news stations had an interesting tradition when it came to breaking and ongoing news. Once a news station broke the story and started reporting, the other news stations would back off and then follow a predetermined order. If a story broke under the main Nimbasan Station, Channel 5 (WCRV - The News You Crave), for example, then it would next be covered by Driftveil, then Mistralton, Icirrus, Opelucid, Humilau, etc. until it looped back to Striation and Virbank’s stations. That way, Unovans could get their regional stories in a constant update as new information comes out, but then still get their own local news once the segment was done.

And Hilda was going to use that to her advantage. As she walks back into Gear Station, she glances down at her phone to see Mistralton’s Channel 7 wrapping up their coverage on Elesa’s sudden disappearance, and she knows that Channel 8 was about to pick it up within 90 seconds. Tossing her phone from her right hand to her left to send a message to Drayden to check the news in Icirrus, she snatches a walkie from Cameron’s belt as she passes him, ignoring his cry of alarm on the theft. “Emmet, do you copy? Are you on the airwaves?”

There’s a second of silence on the radio before the system crackles to life, and a voice responds. “Boss Emmet is offline, doing work in his office, Boss,” Cloud responds. “Where do you need him?”

“Right where he is,” Hilda responds, passing the walkie back to Cameron, who had followed her like a lost Lillipup. “Sorry about that Cammy, have an emergency. Check Channel 8 in the break room.” She doesn’t wait for him to respond, instead speeding off down the hallway towards the office she shares with Emmet, trying to think of how to tell him.

She steps into their office and purposely closes the door behind her before Emmet even looks up to acknowledge her. “Are you doing anything important, Emm?” She doesn’t pause for him to answer, instead quickly looking for the remote of the TV that they have on the back wall of the room, which Ingo had used to rewatch Battle Subway footage for strategizing, and Hilda now used to play music videos during paperwork shifts.

“I am Emmet. I am, was, finalizing payroll,” he says, his smile falling somewhat in worry as he watches Hilda search her desk frantically. “Did you lose something? Are you needing help with a search?”

Hilda grimaces slightly as she finds the remote and turns the TV on, set to PokeM, the regional music channel. “No, but… Something happened and you need to see the news. I can finish your paperwork for the day.” Emmet quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything as Hilda changes the station to Channel 8, Icirrus Station WNTR.

“-disappeared from the runway at a show in Mistralton this afternoon,” the anchor says in the same stilted tone many newscasters take to draw people’s attention to the screen. They are playing footage of Elesa walking out onto the runway, the spotlights swirling around her before the footage cuts and returns to people scattering from the runway, Elesa nowhere to be seen. The timestamp on the bottom corner shows that only 45 seconds passed during the cut. “We have cut the footage on request of Gym Leader Skyla, as well as to avoid showing potentially disturbing ima-”

Hilda winces as a Pokeball slams into the TV, cracking the screen into a spider web appearance, before Fuzzy, Emmet’s Galvantula, pops out and fries it with a Thunderbolt. “I’m sorry, Emmet…”

Galvantula skitters over to her trainer, climbing into his lap, though he seems to barely notice. He’s still staring at the shattered and destroyed TV, his face unreadable as he approaches tears. Hilda quickly crosses the room and hugs her friend close, letting him break down.

[aservantnamedketchup]

“Another Lone Train Car” I’ve finally finished this part orz you can read this on AO3 [ here ]

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Kaname was putting her hair up in the mirror when there was a knock at her door. 

“Yes?” she responded as she started moving towards the door.

“Miss Kaname,” the voice came from the other side of the door; almost seeming to echo in the room - no just in her head. It stopped her in her tracks; her heart fell into her stomach. She thought she’d never hear that voice again. But there was no way--

“Miss Kaname, the Commander requested that I come retrieve you,” Ingo’s voice came from the other side of the door again. He spoke with the Hisuian dialect, but there was no mistaking that voice.

Kaname’s knees trembled; nausea swept over her, she wanted to fall over, but she straightened herself up.

“Y-yes!” she responded again, continuing her trek to the door. Was that really Ingo? He didn’t speak Japanese, and was speaking the local dialect, if it was him...he would’ve had to have been here long enough to learn it....

She took a deep breath and opened her door. 

It was indeed Ingo on the other side of the door. Kaname inhaled deeply again. He stood with a slight slouch in his shoulders though he was still taller than her. His iconic hat and jacket were ripped and battered; underneath his jacket she noticed he was wearing Pearl Clan attire. The hair on his face looked like he hadn’t shaved in at least a year. But he was still, completely, unmistakably, Ingo.

What was going on...

“My dear, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” he commented, tipping his hat, “are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she smiled, though she felt her voice quaver slightly. “And perhaps I have...” she added quietly.

She could see his eyes light up in interest for a second at her comment. It was fleeting but she had always made sure to pay attention whenever he got that look. 

"The Commander asked me to tell you on my way out that he requests your presence.”

“S-sure, I’ll head right over there,” she told him.

“I must depart but I’m sure we’ll meet again, lovely lady who fell from the sky,” he tipped his hat at her. The Ingo she knew often called her lovely.

“Have a safe journey!” she habitually brought her hand up and saluted him. As he turned to leave, she saw it again for a second, the look in his eyes.

Kaname’s knees finally buckled as she eased her salute, and she fell to the ground. 

“Kaname!” Tuli came running over from her post at the Gingko Guild cart. “Are you alright?” she knelt down to help poor Kaname back up. 

“Y-yeah,” she answered, as she stood back up with Tuli’s help. “Tuli, do you know who that man is?”

“Hmm? That’s Warden Ingo, of the Pearl Clan.” The merchant told Kaname. “Well, they say he just showed up there one day so I suppose he’s not really of the Clan.”

Kaname pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Ingo as he was talking to the guard at the gate.

“Did he come from the rift?” Kaname asked. He had to have, right..?

“No one really knows,” Tuli explained, “he doesn’t remember anything. Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked again, cautiously letting go of her.

He doesn’t remember anything...

“I may need to sit down for a moment,” Kaname admitted.

Tuli lead her over to her stool in front of the Gingko Guild cart. Kaname sat, leaned forward and put her face in her hand. Ginter glanced over at her.

“You know him, don’t you?” he asked.

“Ginter,” Tuli said.

Kaname lifted her head to look at him. Ginter pulled something out of his pack next to him. It looked like a magazine; he flipped through the pages. 

“This is you, isn’t it?” he asked, holding the magazine out to her. On the page he had open was indeed almost a full page photograph of Kaname, in her Battle Subway Judge uniform. She stared back at her own photo staring up at her. There was English printed on the page. She remembered this photoshoot...the final magazine hadn’t come out yet...

“And that’s that hat he wears, isn’t it?” Ginter continued. He shook the magazine at her again. The Judge hat was the same color as Ingo’s, yes.

“Where did you get that?” Kaname asked. She wasn’t quite sure what feeling she was getting, sitting here in 1800s Sinnoh having a 2020 Unova magazine photograph of herself waved in her face. Spooked, maybe. She was afraid to take it from him. Though she wasn’t supposed to be here either. Neither was Ingo...

“Why didn’t you say something to him?” Ginter asked.

“Ginter, leave her alone,” Tuli told him.

“It’s a fair question,” he insisted.

“He’s right, Tuli,” Kaname said. The threat of tears poked at her eyes. Why didn’t she say anything? Was it because he didn’t recognize her...?

“I mean, I was totally shocked first of all,” Kaname continued, “and I think...I was waiting for him to say something...”

If I was so important he’d remember me

“...which is a giant problem I have apparently...waiting for those boys to tell me something,” she noticed.

Does he....does he remember Emmet..?

Tears ran down her face and fell into her lap. A massive weight pulled her chest down; though at the same time she felt so stupid for not saying something. She should have said something...his coat and hat were so beat up and yet he was still wearing them...was he hoping someone would recognize him..?

Though...Tuli said he was a Warden, so he had something of a new life here. Who was she to disturb that? Well...both their established lives had been disturbed already. Wouldn’t it be...gentler...to let the memories come back on their own? Or were they haunting him..? Should she just let the train keep rolling on this new track..?

“Kaname?” Tuli asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder and kneeling down next to her.

“I’m sorry,” she answered quietly, wiping her face with her hands. “I’m supposed to go see the Commander,” she said, standing up, “excuse me.”

“I told you not to say anything,” Tuli told Ginter as she watched Kaname walk away towards the Galaxy Building. 

“She knows what all this weird stuff is,” he told her, waving around the magazine, “you expect me not to ask questions? You know she won’t tell those Galaxy people anything, and she buys from us, not them. I’m just asking a loyal customer about potential wares.” 

Tuli sighed.

“What do you think she’ll pay for this?” Ginter added, as he put the magazine back in his pack.

“I don’t think she’d pay for it,” Tuli answered. 

[lackuraphi]

Angel wings au)Chapter 7:Dark clouds

Dark clouds included Plasma.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Content Warning:character gets a lot of hate and mentally hurtful, brainwashed

In the meantime, the angels despised our Black Angels. Just because our wings are black…

So we, the Black Angels, gathered together and became a huge dark cloud of Plasma

To inflict thunderous punishment on the angels who despised our Black Angels for a long time… —————————————

Since Ingo was chosen as the guardian angel and left for Hisui, Emmet has become more impoverished than when Ingo was by his side.

Subway boss is currently away for personal reasons. We are very sorry for the inconvenience. -Gear Station-

The work of Subway boss, where Emmet worked happily, could no longer work happily. To be exact, Ingo, who had been protecting Emmet from the hurtful words of angels, was no longer around him, so he could not keep it as usual.

"Hey, aren't you going to keep working? If Emmet sees this…!" "How long are you going to follow the orders of the Black Angel?" "But he's our boss, Subway boss…" "He was a black angel before Subway boss." "But.." "And he can't complain to us. If he complain something to us, he'll be criticized even more."

In addition, when Ingo left, Depot Agents who worked with him began to openly ignore Emmet because he was a black angel. The Depot Agents knew too well that Emmet could do nothing to them anyway.

Emmet stopped working on his Subway boss for a while. But even on the day Emmet left Gear Station for a while, no one told Emmet to 'Have a good rest!'.

Emmet, who had stopped his work for a while, never left his house.

"………Ouch."

Emmet's house was the only resting place for angels to avoid their contempt, except that sometimes some angels threw things at Emmet from the window.

Emmet was leaving himself in the basement of a young memory with his heart broken.

Looking at the light between the doors that Ingo will come back to him one day..

.

.

.

One day, a few months later.

((Knock knock.))

Someone knocked on Emmet's door.

"Excuse me. Is anyone here?" 'Someone came to blame me again.'

Emmet thought, apparently, that the man had come for the purpose of criticizing Emmet, so he waited until the man had left.

((Knock knock!))

And yet someone kept knocking on the door.

"Emmet? Don't worry. I don't hurt you." 'Obvious pattern. Obvious trick. Obvious repertoire.'

Emmet thought it was an obvious trick to open the door, so he didn't keep it open until he left.

…until he heard this.

"I'm hated by angels too." "…!"

Emmet opened the door.

"Thank you very much for opening the door for me. Emmet."

The visitor to Emmet was a man with green hair, a cloak close to rags, and a red-lens monocle in his right eye.

"Who.. are you…?" "Greetings. Emmet. My name is Ghetsis. A black angel like you."

His name was Ghetsis.

"You're a black angel? Are there more black angels besides me?" "Yes, of course. You are not alone." "Really..?" "If you follow me, you can meet so many black angels like us.. Come on, Emmet..Follow me…"

Ghetsis reached out to Emmet and offered to join him, but Emmet refused.

"It's exciting to have more black angels like me.. But I'm sorry. Ghetsis. I won't follow you." "You're not following me..? Why?" "I'm waiting for Ingo to come home one day… If Ingo comes home and there's no one, I think he'll feel lonely…"

Emmet was waiting for Ingo to come home one day.

"Ingo..Ingo… Is that the guardian angel that I know?" "Yup. So I wait for the time when Ingo comes back to my house." "Hmm… Was the guardian angel Ingo a black angel like you?" "No. Ingo is not a black angel Ingo is an angel with white wings. But Ingo is an angel who accepted me as a black angel since I was young! ..Ah! and my friend Elesa and her best friend Skyla are angels who don't hate me and they like me!" "Hmm… I see…"

Ghetsis thought for a moment, then immediately smiled bitterly and asked Emmet softly and sharply.

"But where are they now?" "You mean Ingo and Elesa and Skyla?" "Yes. Where and what are they doing when you're having such a painful time?" "Ingo left for Hisui to do his duty as a guardian angel. And Elesa is busy working as a model, and Skyla is busy working as a deliverer." "Ah…! What a pity for you!"

Ghetsis began to sigh.

"Ghetsis? What's wrong with you?" "You have been deceived by hypocrites all this time." "Hypocrite? Ghetsis, What's a hypocrite?" "The hypocrites act good for others on the outside, but inside, they are using others for their own benefit… …like Ingo and your friends." "…What?"

Emmet couldn't believe that Ingo and all his precious people were hypocrites.

"No way! Ingo and Elesa and Skyla are not hypocrites!" "If they are not hypocrites, when you are still suffering from contempt by angels, they should take a break from their busy work and come to you, so why don't they help you?" "Because… they're busy…" "That's why they're hypocrites!"

Ghetsis smiled bitterly at Emmet, who was embarrassed and lost his words, and insisted loudly to him.

"Ingo may seem to have covered you on the outside, but in fact, he's been doing show-like good dead since he was young to be chosen as a guardian angel by God!" "……No" "To Ingo, you seemed perfect for a show-like good deed to be chosen as a guardian angel…" "…I said No" "And your friends are an excuse to be busy with their work, and in fact, they weren't even interested in you from the beginning…!" "…No..No..No..!" "Who will like you as a black angel…? A black angel who was abandoned by his parents who gave birth to him!" "…….!!!" "Now, if they are not hypocrites, what are they?" "……….."

Emmet sat down on the spot. Emmet thinks Ghetsis is all right.

"They were all hypocrites.. Ingo… Elesa and Skyla..They're all hypocrites…"

Ghetsis, seeing Emmet sitting down, once again reached out to Emmet with a gracious smile.

"But don't worry… Instead of the irresponsible god who abandoned our black angels, you serve Lord N, our king and king of the black angels, with me…" "King of the Black Angels…Lord N…?" "Yes, it is..And we have become a great dark cloud, and we are giving thunderous punishment to the foolish angels who have ignored our black angels!" "…." "Now, will you follow me?"

Emmet took Ghetsis by the hand.

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((Flapping! Flapping! Flapping!))

At that moment, behind Ghetsis, three white-haired black angels with masked faces appeared, flying black feathers.

"Owwwgh!" "Don't be afraid. Emmet. These are my 'Shadow Triads' who serve as my guards and wings." "The role of your wings?" You can fly, too, can't you?" "Oh, because…"

Ghetsis spread his black wings in front of Emmet. His right wing was very ragged.

"Gasp! Your right wing…" "You see, I have wings, but I can't fly." "How…" "…well, let's say it's a common evil of stupid angels." "……." "Anyway, Shadow Triad will take me and you quickly to the place where the Black Angels are gathered." "Quickly? Is that really possible?" "Shadow Triads can fly very fast Now Shadow Triad. Let's go back."

((Flapping! Flapping! Flapping!))

Only black feathers remained where they were.

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Emmet arrived in a splendid castle.

"Wow! It's all wide and fancy around..! It's wider and fancier than the Gear Station I've been managing..!" "Welcome, Emmet. This is the resting place of our black angels. And it's the castle where Lord N, the king of the Black Angels, lives!" "Castle? that's amazing!" "First, you must see Lord N. Emmet. Because you have just begun to join us." "Can I really meet a king?" "Sure, Emmet. Follow me."

Emmet followed Ghetsis through the splendid castle. And Emmet saw black angels like him everywhere. Some black angels smiled and waved when they saw Emmet. Emmet also smiled and waved to the black angels.

'As Ghetsis said, this is the resting place of the Black Angels! There are so many black angels like me! Yup! I think following Ghetsis is a good choice for me!'

Emmet and Ghetsis arrived at a large door. At the door stood two women dressed like goddesses, and they were also black angels, like the people in the castle. The women stood guard against Emmet, whom they had never seen before.

"Over this door is the king of the black angels. The sacred space where Lord N is…" "The king's space that can't be let in except our black angels…" "Anthea. Concordia. Don't worry. He's on our side." "I am Emmet. I am a black angel too." "We're really sorry. Ghetsis." "We were confused because he was dressed in white from head to toe, so we couldn't see the black wings on his back." "That's all right. Everyone makes mistakes."

Ghetsis and Emmet entered the door to observe N.

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The room had an endless staircase right in front of them. And at the end of the stairs was a huge throne, on which a young man with green hair sat quietly like a doll with his black wings spread out, and he was looking at the people below.

"Emmet. This is Lord N, the king of the Black Angels." 'The King of the Black Angels…Lord N….'

Ghetsis fell on one of his knees and bowed his head on the spot. Emmet also bowed down on one of his knees, as Ghetsis did, following Ghetsis's words to be polite before the king.

"My Lord. The man next to me is Emmet, the new Black Angel comrade who will be with us from today." "……" "He also became part of a huge dark cloud, including Plasma. I mean…He also became part of our Team Plasma."

N, who was sitting high, looked at Emmet and smiled silently.

[stellarcoachman]

Day 6: Cozy / Differing Tastes

Emmet hums softly to himself as he fills the kettle with water and sets it to boil. While he waits for it, he takes two mugs down from the cabinet and prepares them. The white one, he adds several heaping spoonfuls of hot cocoa powder to, and the black one he puts a bag of tea in. Outside the window, snow falls heavily, building up on the window sill.

Finished prepping drinks, he also grabs a bag of chips and a bag of dried Pecha berries from the pantry and sets them on the table in the living room. He heads down the hall and knocks on Ingo’s door. When his brother’s voice calls out, “come in,” he opens it. He laughs at the sight that awaits him. Ingo is on the ground, with Gliscor wrapped around his shoulders and Excadrill clinging to his leg. Haxorus is on the ground too, partially laying across his lap and clearly thoroughly enjoying the stiff brush he’s using to clean her scales. If the look she’s giving the other two is anything to go by, she’s also enjoying how jealous the other Pokemon are that she’s getting attention.

Ingo looks up at him, looking as amused as he feels. “Did you need something?”

“I am preparing tea. And snacks. Would you like to watch the latest documentary on the Galarian Railway with me?”

Ingo’s eyes pinch slightly. “I would enjoy that.”

Emmet smiles back, and turns away, heading back to the kitchen where the kettle is boiling. He can hear Ingo disentangling himself from his Pokemon behind him. There’s a bit more rustling around and the sound of a door closing, then another opening and closing. When Emmet turns back, he sees his brother entering the living room followed by several Pokemon. He’s carrying a white blanket in one hand, which makes Emmet smile a little wider.

He brings the drinks over and sets them on the table, then takes the remote and turns on the tv. Ingo lays the white blanket over him and sits on the floor in front of him, leaning back against his legs. Emmet bundles himself up happily as the documentary starts. Ingo doesn’t seem to be as affected by the cold weather, seeming quite comfortable in just the pink hoodie that Elesa gave him recently.

Normally, they would be working, but the winter storm outside has halted all transportation in the region. Which means the subway will be closed for the next few days and they can stay in. Normally, Emmet would be annoyed about that, but for the moment at least, he’s just happy to be able to relax with just Ingo and the Pokemon.

[onestepbackwards]

Asggg

What if cam MC started taking guests as long as they fill out certain requirements

oh good lord their viewers would be rushing to get theirs in

Imagine if ingo became a guest on your next stream

Emmet noticing that the man on your stream sounds familiar

FKSKFKFSKFSK You and your mods do thorough background checks, and you nearly lose it when you notice several viewers who are long time watchers and donators live in the same region as you. You decide on one who had been rather polite for your streams, and privately dm him if he would be interested in joining you for a guest show.

His answer is almost instantaneous, and he seems rather ecstatic! You and your mods take that as a good sign. You pick a date, and invite him to stream with you at a hotel. You tell him the room number and when to show up. You also explain your mods will be in a neighboring room, so if anything goes wrong, they have a key and can get in. Otherwise, it will be just you two. He agrees. Meanwhile, Ingo feels like his heart is about to break out of his chest, it’s beating so hard. He had been at work when you messaged him, telling him you had chosen him. He had sent a request to be on the stream on a whim, right when you had started a stream. He didn’t think he’d actually win the spot. His head is already swimming with scenarios. But best of all, he’s going to get to actually meet you and fuck you. He bites his fist at his desk, and gripes his phone tight. He’s already incredibly hard thinking about it. Come to the date, you have already set up in the hotel room. All your equipment is ready. You are slightly nervous, but excited. You had some toys brought in to try out, in case your guest wanted to use them. You even broke out the pretty black lace outfit said viewer had gifted you. It went so well with your mask, and given the occasion, you couldn’t not use it! Ingo shows up to the hotel late in the evening, but still somewhat early for the occasion. He has a small overnight bag, and heads towards the room you sent in his messages. He had even taken the day off for this, giving Emmet some lame excise about seeing a friend of his online. Wasn’t a whole lie. The whole way there, his heart is hammering in his chest. He’s never been more thankful for his poker face until now. When he knocks on the door, he only has to wait a few seconds, before you open it, and greet him. Ingo can feel his breath catch in his throat. Even though you have a mask on, and are wearing a robe, it’s you. He nearly is at a loss for words. You invite him in, and he quickly follows you inside. Internally, you are screaming. One of the famous Subway Bosses watches your streams?? And wanted to spend a night with you? It didn’t help you found both brothers incredibly handsome. Especially after all the streams where you dressed up as them, and imagine them fucking you- It hits you. Oh Arceus he has seen your streams. He probably knows you have warn a little outfit based on his uniform. He knows you have gotten off to the idea of him and his brother fucking you. You have never been more thankful for a mask. Ingo carefully sits down of the bed, looking just as nervous as you. You give him a smile. “I didn’t expect a Subway Boss to watch my streams. I’m honored!” You told him, forcing yourself to relax. Ingo’s face went bright red. “Y-Yes! I hope that’s okay?” He asks. You laugh. Despite his intimidating face, you can already tell he’s a sweetheart. You are going to have fun with him, you can tell. “Yes. That’s perfectly fine by me.” You tell him, and sit next to him. You run a hand down his arm, and he tenses. “And I’m especially looking forward to tonight. I hope you are too.” you tease. Ingo felt like his soul was leaving his body. You then stood up, and grabbed something from a table. When you returned, you handed it to him. He was slightly surprised to see a mask. It was black, and completely covered his whole face. It seemed like a lot of detail went into though, because it looked somewhat based off your own. “Don’t worry, the shots won’t have too much of your face anyway, but I though you’d appreciate having it. Especially seeing who my special guest is for tonight.“ Ingo sputtered, before managing to squeak out a thanks. “Just relax, okay? Tonight, you can be whoever you want with me. It’s all just for fun!” You tell him, and Ingo can feel himself relax already. Be whoever he wants? For you, he can do that. When you start stream later that night, your chat is a bit more lively than usual. People were excited to see you get fucked, and see the surprise guest. You greeted your viewers like normal, and next to you, stood a man. He was incredibly tall, and he practically towered over you. He wore a simple dress shirt that was unbuttoned down to the middle, and simple black dress pants. “This is my guest. He will be helping with the show!” The man in the mask simply tilted his head. “Greetings.” You then grinned at the camera. Time to get started. Meanwhile, Emmet was frozen. He had gotten off of work early to watch your special guest stream. He was disappointed he didn’t make it as your guest. He would have given you an amazing time! His cock bullying it’s way into your tight, warm cunt. But alas, he didn’t win the draw. However, he was staring gobsmacked at the man in the room with you. He knew that voice. He knew that frame, that posture. There is no fucking way- He reached for his phone, and texted Ingo. When he didn’t get an immediate response, he called. No answer. Ingo’s words earlier suddenly rang in his head. “Sorry Emmet. I’m taking today off, remember. I’ll be meeting with an online friend for the day. Don’t wait up for me at home.” Emmet’s grin tightened. That lucky bastard-!

[smallestapplin]

Heyheyhey I just need to get this idea out here before I forget. Ingo and Emmet (separately) having a crush on someone who doesn't smile or laugh around others because self esteem (they think their smile/laugh is goofy). The twins have known their person to be blank faced and unbreakable, but one day they get to hear them laugh out loud at something their pokemon did. Ingo is blushing so hard he's about to faint, and Emmet is mentally on his knees thanking whatever deity that he got to witness something so profound. I am soft for the train men. -chandelure anon

Chandelure anon coming in clutch after I broke everyone’s hearts.

(I know I woke up at 3pm and it’s 10pm rn, but I’m so tired after all them tears, I might take a fat nap.)

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🔲Ingo🔲

- he understand the smiling part, it’s almost impossible for him to smile. But laughing? He wants to hear how beautiful your laughter is.

- Ingo has fallen for you, sure he hasn’t confessed yet but he wants you to be comfortable with him.

- He tries every subtle thing he can do to get to you laugh or crack a smile, but nothing seems to work. He’s tried puns, dad jokes, long thought out jokes, hell even making a fool of himself, hoping his pain would make you laugh.

- But you never broke from your stoic expression, and just worried over him.

- You were at his house with your Pokémon. Deciding a play date would be nice for the companions.

- You were out back with both parties while he went to get you two a drink. The windows are wide open since it’s such a nice day out.

- And on his way back just as he was about to open the sliding glass doors.

- Your deerling run around excited before it accidentally runs into the sliding glass door.

- Your own loud laughing quickly stops Ingo’s.

- He can see you, your head tossed back and eyes closed, your holding your stomach, snorts breaking through.

- Ingo always drops the drinks. He can feel his face burning, your smile makes his knees weak and your laugh makes him melt.

- He’s in love, he is so in love, he loves you and he can’t even hide it. He is thanking everyone and everything possible for allowing him to see and hear such gorgeous things.

- He wants to live in this moment forever. Your smile and laughter permanently ingrained in his brain.

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🔳Emmet🔳

- At first Emmet accepted he’d never see you smile. That’s fine! He can smile for the both of you! But you won’t laugh? Even Ingo laughs!

- He isn’t even subtle about it, he’s doing everything in the books to get you to laugh. Ingo gets involved, not by choice.

- Nut shots are always funny! Why aren’t you laughing?

- The more he falls for you the me he wants to hear your laugh and see you smile. He is desperate for it.

- It got to the point that when you told him you don’t out of insecurities he was livid. He wanted to hunt down every last person who made you feel insecure about it and just turn rabid

- You two were at a park, this particular time of day no one was here so all the better. He stood up to walk around a bit and stretch his legs, he was only a few feet away from you.

- You both watched as your small scraggy trying to square up to Emmet’s Garbodor, it’s hits not doing anything to the large trash Pokémon, but Garbodor seems to but be having and it light pushes scraggy, who is knocked over in one light shove.

- For some reason that had you laughing. Your smile broke and your were laughing, leaning back before leaning forward at the simplistic yet hilarious scene that played out before you.

- Emmet stares at you, his mouth agape.

- His heart is pounding, tears are stinging his eyes.

- You’re smiling! You’re laughing! This! This is perfect! He couldn’t resist, he was so filled with emotions!

- Just as you laugh was dying down you squeak.

- Emmet throws himself at you, hugging your so tightly and leaving kisses all over your face.

- “Precious! Darling your laugh is perfect! Melodic! Your smile is brighter than the sun! I love it! I love it all so much!”

- You aren’t getting him off you for a while, he is just so happy.

- Though he accidentally confessed his feelings, tragic.

[harveybwabbit92]

Soulmate au: Subway boss Ingo x reader

Soulmate au: A red string linking you to your soulmate appears on your ring finger on your 15th birthday! or at least it's supposed to! Ingo never got his for some reason... But, fate works in mysterious ways, and today was one of those fated days.

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Ingo tried to hide his disappointment as he watched his brother chat up his soulmate, Don't get Ingo wrong he's happy Emmet found his soulmate, but the jealousy was there, Y'know? And it made Ingo feel gross, it was gross that he was jealous of his little brother for having a soulmate, while he'll be alone forever, At least that what Ingo thought as he walked away from the lovey-dovey couple and went to check if any trainers had made a battle reservation with the single lines? 

Lucky there were a few, they managed to keep Ingo's mind occupied and focused on his job rather then his lack of companionship, Ingo had just finished with a last call battle, before his shift ended for the night, the trainer pouted as they left the battle car mumbling about training and getting him next time, Ingo was looking forward to it. This trainer did give Ingo a run for his money after all,  it actually looked like the subway boss was going to lose for a second there, before Ingo made a mad comeback, all in all? It was a pretty entertaining battle!

{later.]

Ingo was writing on a clipboard checking the battle car's damaged interior for what needed to be repaired, while on it's way back to the station, he was humming a random tune; lost in his own world. Until the battle car's lights started flickering, Ingo didn't think anything of it, assuming the wiring or the fixtures got damaged during one of his battles. He went to add that to the list of repairs, when the train suddenly lost all power, causing it to dead break!

Ingo was knocked off his feet from the sudden stop and seconds later the train was bathed in darkness; save for the red-orange glow of the tunnel's safety lights, then as quickly as it started there was a pop followed by a low buzzing hum, the lights flickered on as the train slowly came back to life and started moving again, Ingo sighed in relief. He was worried he was going to have to walk all the way back to the main station, which was almost an hour away on foot! 

Ingo was going to pull himself up off the floor when he noticed he lost his pen... he sighed in frustration and went to look for it, when out of the corner of his eye, Ingo saw a fleck of red on his finger, at first he thought his pen broke and he was seeing ink... but then he saw the red trailed far away from his hand! Ingo heart began to speed up as he realized it was a string...he had a string! But then that meant!! His eyes followed the sting path it was leading him to the next car...

That mean his soulmate was... Ingo sluggishly pulled himself off the floor and almost robotically made his way towards the door, the older Trevithick twin was shaking as he hesitantly reached for the handle, part of him was terrified that this all dream! and he hit his head when he fell over, and was just laying unconscious on the battle car floor, but the other half... Swallowing hard Ingo took a deep breath opened the door and cautiously looked around the seemingly car before, his eyes found where the string was leading him the one he's been wanting to meet for a long time. 

You were there, it looked like you were sleeping at first, as Ingo got closer he noticed something was off. He got closer noticed the blood and bruises on your face, and  your lips were almost blue!  He also noticed your clothes looked wet... Ingo rushed over to you and started doing a safety check and he was alarmed at how cold you felt when he checked your pulse, you were alive! but very very cold... he noticed the white slush melting on your clothes and hair, he cautiously picked some of it off your shoulder and realized it was...

"Snow?" Ingo's brows furrowed as he watched the snow melt away in his hands. This doesn't make any sense, how can you be covered in snow? It was the middle of summer! Ingo didn't have long to dwell on it as you started to come to. "um... Are you okay?" Ingo winced hearing his voice crack., You on the other didn't seem to noticed as your eyes looked around frantically. "Where is this?" You rasped panicking, Ingo tried to calm you and said were in Nimbasa on the subway. "w-What?" Your breathing suddenly got more frantic as the subway boss tried keep you calm, but you passed out again falling out of your seat, Ingo caught you.

[Cut to two days later a Nimbasa's Hospital.] 

While you were unconscious, the doctors who examined you were just as baffled as Ingo was, when they found out you were suffering from mild hypothermia, malnutrition and dehydration...and several other injuries, it didn't make any sense to them! that and coupled with your odd and sudden appearance on the subway, you became an overnight celebrity, conspiracy theories were running amok, calling you a ghost or even an alien, it annoyed the crap out of Ingo who just wanted him and his soulmate to be left alone, finally after nearly a week of you being comatose, you woke up and nearly screamed the whole hospital down when you saw Chandelle (Chandelure.) first time, Ingo and Emmet were baffled by your terrified reaction, it was like you'd never seen a Pokémon before!

Well, Ingo soon learned that it's because you hadn't, the same day you woke up Looker from the international police showed up to talk to you and Ingo, from there he found out you weren't from Unova... In fact you weren't even from this world! From what you told Looker, your world was waay different from theirs, from what you described it was like one of those post-apocalyptic survival videogames Emmet liked to play, and there were no Pokémon.

You worked as some sort of courier going into the wasteland delivering, letters, weapons and supplies to other settlements scattered through the land, one of these settlements was so far up in the freezing mountains, they hardly had any traffic, and were in dire need of supplies, only for the people you were delivering to had betrayed you! they had beaten, stolen all your gear and left you stranded out in the middle of nowhere to die, you last memory was walking through the snowy wasteland before collapsing from the cold and exhaustion, then waking up in Nimbasa, Looker theorized that you were saved at that moment by a Wormhole opening into your reality and dropping you into their world.

"That would explain why you didn't get a string, Y/n wasn't in the same world..." Emmet pointed out, after Ingo told him how his red string appeared the day he found you, You didn't have one either until showing up in Nimbasa, It was bit awkward for you and Ingo at first as you both were mostly at peace with the fact you were both destined to be alone for the rest of your lives, and then suddenly you have a soulmate! Ingo was big help getting you used to living in this new environment.

He even went out of his way to catch you an Azurill to help you out and get used to having a Pokémon. It did not go well at first, You were pretty wary of Azurill, and hardly touched it's ball. No matter how cute he looked, you'd seen what Pokémon battles were on the TV, and knew just what they were capable of! Ingo had to explain your Azurill was just a baby Pokémon and was completely harmless, it didn't know any attacks aside from Baby-doll eyes and bounce, it was weak and pretty much had to rely on you to raised it. Yes, Ingo had manipulated your maternal/paternal instincts into caring for the polka dot mouse! He won't deny it! But it totally worked! 

Ingo noted you were more cheerful and affectionate towards Oz as you nicknamed Azurill, you mentioned it was from a book called: wizard of Oz where a little girl named Dorothy got sent to another world after being sucked up by a tornado, You'd like to tell him more about it, but you were barely six years old when your Parent(s)/guardian read it to you. So, you just remembered little bits and pieces from that time frame. 

None the less, Ingo was intrigued it always made him feel warmed when you opened up to him like this... he liked hearing about the few good things you had to say about your world, You don't miss it, that place was very dangerous, food was scarce, disease ran rampant, and everyone and everything was out to kill you! hell you even killed in order to protect yourself from bandits and monsters.

You were currently seeing a therapist that was highly recommended by Looker to help you deal with PTSD and the sorted mess of guilt and acceptance you were feeling over it, Ingo was aware of this as he'd read the journal you doctor suggested keeping if you didn't feel comfortable saying things out loud, You were worried as Ingo silently read about your more violent ordeals.

You winced seeing his eyes narrowed and darken the more he read, Before silently snapping the book closed and setting it haphazardly on the therapist's desk, You looked down at your shoes and felt Ingo burning gaze on you and just knew he was disgusted with you! That was until your therapist asked Ingo how he feels about this? You closed your eyes expecting the worst.

Ingo chuckled dryly as his jaw tightened. "Honestly, doctor?" You shiver go down you spine the venom in Ingo's tone "I wanted reach into this book, pull these people out and watch as Chandelle sucks the lifeforce from them, Every last drop..." He spat through gritted teeth and poorly contained rage, you looked up from your shoes and noticed the death grip Ingo had on his chair's arms, his knuckle were turning white. 

Luckily, these people were either long dead or living back in your world completely oblivious that you were alive, That didn't seem good enough for Ingo though, Who looked like he wanted to be swallowed up by a wormhole; just on the off chance he ends up in your world, so he can return the pain these people inflicted on you tenfold! Everyone always assumes Emmet was the more hostile one out of the twins, but in reality, Ingo's rage? Totally makes Emmet look like a Skitty attempting use scary face, and failing! Even Giratina would turn heel and flee at the sight.

You swallowed nervously and reached out and held Ingo's hand he blinked and snapped out of his rage-mode, and looked startled like he'd forgotten you were there, Ingo cleared his throat and apologized to the doctor for making things uncomfortable, But, your therapist told it was fine, and that they personally needed a few moments to compose themselves after reading your journal for themselves. "You got yourself a strong soulmate there Mr. Trevithick, be proud of it." as Ingo had maneuvered his hand so he was holding your hand. "I am." he said blush adorning his cheeks as you both got up to leave the therapist office. 

You and Ingo were walking to the train station  to go back to Nimbasa when you got sidetracked by a café, not a normal café it was a battle café. You herd Emmet and his soulmate talking about them, apparently they have a battle couples special, where you and your s/o will get a free cake, donut or other treats of your choosing if you win five times in a row.

You stopped walking which Ingo failed to notice until he was suddenly pulled back/nearly pulled you off your feet, he looked back at you confused wondering what was distracting you? Ingo followed your gaze, He looked surprised that you were fixated on a battle café, at first Ingo thought you wanted to battle, until he noted your hungry eyes were more focus on couples special they had going on.

Ingo was silent as he thought over the last few dates, he's taken you on and winced... They were more like awkward outings that were interrupted by his fans, (especially the women) who would rudely invite themselves along, or the angry trainers who wanted revenge on Ingo for beating them on battle subway, causing the two of you to miss reservations or beginning of a movie. "Do you want to go in?" Ingo asked clearing his throat ears turning red, as you whipped head around to look at him startled! It seems in your cake drunk fog, you forgot your boyfriend was with you!

Your face felt hot and nodded Ingo smiled and reached for Crustle's ball for you to use, but you held you hand up. "I don't need to borrow Crustle, Ozzy's got this." you assured as Oz enthusiastically leaped from you arms and yipped in agreement, Ingo hummed skeptically as he curiously brought out his Rotom phone to check the little Azurill's states. 

Ingo was stunned to find out that Oz was at level 32! and knew water-gun and play rough, Ingo looked between you and Oz baffled, he wanted to know what the heck were you doing while he was at work? but you'd already grabbed Ingo by his arm and dragged him into the café! Needless to say the day ended with a lot of laughs and cake!

End