#i need to do vampire ingo

[parasolladyansy]

TW: blood tests, fainting

Vampire!Ingo & Ansy are back for a little PSA: don’t be afraid to tell the nurse if you’re feeling off after / during getting your blood drawn. From my experience, they usually respond quickly, giving you water / juice or whatever else you need.

As an aside, if anyone wants any writing references for what almost fainting during one is like, I have a fresh memory from doing labs earlier lol XDXD

[nartothelar]

Just out of plain curiosity, how many different aus do you have with the silly train boys? I know about the possession au, apocalypse au, dragons au, vampire Ingo au, therapy au, elderwritch Ingo au. Are there any more or is that all of them?

That’s most of them I think! The comprehensive list would be this:

- possession au

- apocalypse au

- twin dragons au

- ingo and the zoroark au

- freight train au (which I really need to expand one day sksks)

- vampire au

- cowboy au

- therapy emmet au

- eldritch abomination au

- angel au

- monster au

- scorched au

- soul eater au

- old man emmet

If you press the tags directly on this post, all the posts from each au should come up in chronological order! :D

[leggerefiore]

Have you ever done HCs for characters tending to their partner’s wounds? I feel like Ingo would be externally panicking but ultimately know what to do. Emmet would be the reverse, outwardly calm, but hiding the fact that he doesn’t know what to do for your sake.

Colress and Cyrus would be really analytical about it, but I feel like for different reasons.

Grimsley, being the vampire that he is, would like…try to drink your blood or something.

I did the reverse (caring for their injuries), but this is also cute....

cw: light injuries, blood mentions, uhh a little angsty with some comfort

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Cyrus, Colress, Grimsley

~~~

An afternoon walk with your boyfriend was supposed to be relaxing and casual. It was a sort of catch-up after he had recently been busy with work. The two of you walked side by side on city streets, mumbling in conversation. Whatever had been spoken was not of utmost importance, but the feeling of being out with him was always nice. Everything had been going well. The sun was out, the streets were not overly busy, and the temperature was pleasant. Yet, all that had been interrupted by a single loud pokemon cry.

A young child called out after it. It ducked and weaved through pedestrians on the sidewalk before changing right into you. The surprise of hitting something solid made the nervous thing raise a claw and scratch you. Your boyfriend quickly was reaching for his own pokeballs to settle the situation in case it grew desperate, yet the small child finally caught up and returned the pokemon to its ball before any further harm could befall you. They sheepishly apologised, regretful that they had been unable to control it. You reassured them it was alright before finally parting ways with the child to sit down at a bench nearby.

Your boyfriend's face grew pale, and his expression distressed at the sight of your arm, which had been the target of the pokemon's attack. A straight line bubbled up with a familiar red liquid. Your hand quickly moved to stop the bleeding, but your boyfriend seemed to move faster…

▲Ingo▼

● The Subway Boss was trained in first aid. He knew that knowing both CPR and first aid could benefit his duties should any emergency situations arise on the trains, yet his trained calmness was out the window when it came to you. His anxiety was already up from what had just happened, and now this was unfolding before him. His handkerchief was fished out of his pocket and immediately pressed to your arm, applying pressure to the bleeding area. All the information and techniques he had memorised flew out of his mind when he saw you yet apparently his body remembered.

● His normally stoic face shifted with worrying and panic as his eyes remained big and focused on the fabric, which quickly was beginning to stain with blood. Admittedly, the wound was not anything overly serious. It was not longer than a few inches, nor was it deep, yet he felt as if somehow it would claim your life. His hands followed procedure despite how messy his mind appeared to be. You could see him carefully lead you through the streets of Nimbasa, ordering you essentially not to come “uncoupled” from him. His grip on your arm certainly provided good pressure until you both were in your shared home.

● Ingo sat you on the toilet as he quickly collected everything he needed to tend to the wound. The bleeding had thankfully stopped, yet he seemed on high alert still as he cleaned the skin carefully with water and then an antiseptic spray. A bandage was carefully applied over the wound. It was at that point afterwards his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh, I'm deeply sorry, dearest,” he apologised. His body shook. “I should have acted faster!” You reached an arm to hug him and pat his back. Reassurances came from you that it was no one's fault. The wound was properly tended to, and there was no more risk for anything to happen. A sniffle came from him as he finally freed you. His eyes were red, but the emotion was forced down. Another apology attempted to leave him for how he was acting. You kissed his lips to silence him.

▽Emmet△

○ His expression was eerily calm as his hand held your arm tightly. Blood continued to ooze from the wound. His jacket that he had been wearing was slipped off and pressed to the wound. While his face might have reflected both focus and a level of confidence. Inside, however, Emmet was screaming louder than his brother ever could during even the busiest hours at the station. He had barely been able to do anything about a pokemon suddenly attacking you, and now you were bleeding. Granted, it did not seem serious, but everything was collecting together and making his heart race. Ingo had made them take first aid and CPR classes, but Emmet apparently nearly forgot everything when it came to you.

○ You whined when he suddenly began to pull you away from the busy street. No words had been spoken. Emmet was dead silent as he navigated the streets of Nimbasa with an ease provided by his years dealing with questions about locations in the city. His jacket was growing stained with your blood, yet he was completely apathetic. The Subway Boss even pushed through people without a single “excuse me.” No one dared say anything after catching a glimpse of his expression, however. His grip was deathly tight as he led you into your shared home and right to the bathroom.

○ You sat on the toilet as the jacket was carefully removed to check the status of the injury. Upon seeing that the blood had stopped, he pulled away the jacket and wet a cotton pad to clean your arm and the wound. An antiseptic was applied, followed soon by a bandage. For a moment, he knelt at your side completely frozen. Then, Emmet suddenly sprung up and pulled you into his chest. His hold was ironclad around you. “Darling,” he whined, voice warbling, “I am verrrry sorry! It is my fault! I failed to anything…” You sighed. His facade had dropped entirely. Soft hiccups came from him as you began to rub his back. This cuddle session would last a while.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The blue-haired man's expression was almost unreadable as he held your wrist and simply stared at the bleeding wound on your arm. His thoughts scrambled to process everything. He had thought to deny your request for a walk before, unfortunately, relenting. You had seemed desperate for some kind of date, and Cyrus wished not to deny you and make the situation worse. Yet, this had happened! Your voice calling his name broke his mind from its trance. Right. You were bleeding. A handkerchief came from his pocket as he used it to apply pressure to the wound. The urge to shudder was forced down. Blood… blood was not a pleasant thing for him, but he knew you did not have anything that should concern him.

☄️ The public setting grew to make him more frantic. Too many people kept speaking and walking around you both as he held your arm up above your chest. Eventually, Cyrus asked for you to follow him. The streets of Veilstone were easy to follow as he quickly led you back to the apartment. His mind was all over the place still as he brought you inside and froze for a moment. A few frantic breaths left him before you softly pulled yourself away from him to head to the bathroom. He followed behind you wordlessly.

☄️ Before you could check the bleeding yourself, Cyrus moved to do it. Upon seeing that it had slowed immensely, items were retrieved from a nearby cabinet. His hands shook as he brought a wet cotton pad to wipe away the blood around the wound and once again while applying an antiseptic and a bandage. A sharp breath left him after he had finished. The room's air was tense. You thanked him for helping you, but he only reached to grasp your hand. His lips were pursed, and his eyes could not meet yours. A red tint seemed to flood his face. “… Beloved,” his voice wavered, “… I apologise. I should have declined your offer as it led to this situation–” You grasped his hand back and brought your free one to hold his chin. Upon hearing that his Weavile had once done worse damage to you, he felt mortified yet silenced. He supposed there was no one to blame in the end.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 There was no panic, nor worry even, on his face. The scientist might not be a medical doctor, but he does have some formal training in that area. Granted, it is for pokemon, but he doubts that matters too much. He knew what to do, of course. Lab accidents and first aid do go hand in hand. He pulled out a handkerchief from his lab coat's pocket and pressed it against your bleeding arm. Your arm was then raised above your heart by Colress. He almost forgets that you two are in public as he contemplated how the connection between that kid and their pokemon was. You had to call his name a few times to break that focus.

🧪 Upon realising that he probably should further tend to your wound, he asked you to keep pressure on your arm while leading you back to the hotel you were staying at in Alola. He began to tap away at his keyboard. You could only wonder what it was while you followed him through Heahea towards the hotel. He hummed to himself as he noted various things, from how the pokemon had reacted to the type of slash on your arm and the severity of it. He almost failed to notice that you both had made it to your floor and room. Finally stopping, he opened the door to the bathroom.

🧪 Once inside, Colress checked on your bleeding and discovered it had slowed to a manageable amount. He took a wet cotton pad to wipe away any remaining blood and possible debris from the sight before applying an antiseptic dutifully. Watching him go was like seeing an automaton move, but it all came to an end with the bandage being placed over the wound. The blond sighed and readjusted his glasses. “Are you alright? Any chills or pains?” he asked, almost sounding like a doctor. He took your replies seriously before nodding. “… I'm glad that you are okay,” it was genuine coming from him, as was the small smile on his lips, “I don't think those two have any potential with their bonds. How unfortunate.” … And it was gone. The ways of Colress were often like that. You sighed. A soft kiss was then pressed to your bandage. “Our bond surely will accelerate your body's healing process,” he commented. At least he stopped madly ranting about Z-Crystals, you supposed.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ His expression was unreadable, but when was it not? Grimsley gazed at your wound, oozing out your precious lifeblood by the moment. It was before his eyes, and temptation called him… Is what he would be thinking if he were not more worried about where that pokemon's claws had been. He sighed as he pulled out his handkerchief from his suit's pocket. It was pressed against the wound. As fun as free blood could be, your health did take priority. He also felt frustrated that luck had called out this result. If the pokemon had just leaned more to the right, it would have run into him instead. His luck must have beat your own… How unfortunate.

♡ Grimsley held your arm up above your head while asking you to follow him back home. The slash, in truth, did not seem all too worse than the ones his Liepard usually gave him. Of course, any injury was still a risk to your health. The gambler actually liked you, so he did not intend to let anything bad happen to you. Which was another reason that he was frustrated. He forced his feelings down. You did not really need that right now, after all. He grumbled as you both navigated through Black City. Trainers and passers-by seem to move out of the way unconsciously for the Elite Four member. He supposed it was convenient enough.

◇ When you both entered his apartment, he sat you down in the bathroom as he quickly gathered a few things. The wound was wiped down before being bandaged. He sighed at the wasted opportunity but figured it was for the best. “Unlucky, isn't it?” he shook his head while bringing a finger to trace the covering on your arm. You nodded in reply while also voicing an agreement. “At least I've gotten better at wound care,” Grimsley cupped your cheek and leaned in close, “… Too bad that one was too much of a gamble. Maybe I'm getting too soft for my favourite thrill.” He pecked a teasing kiss to your cheek. You could only wonder what he meant by that.

[opossumonashelf]

Ooooh, I'd love to see more of your poquestria au !! Maybe some nimbasa trio hanging out ? Or pla era poquestria Ingo ? (Random thought I just got but;;; How do Ingo and Emmet conduct trains with hooves ? Do they use their horns ? Or do they have another job ?)

Other than that, how about an eeveelution based on goodra ?

Holy crap you just so many ideas, thank you!!! Well I actually have a few things. But first here is pony nimbasa trio!

Both of the twins are unicorns while Elesa is a pegasus, my pokequestria au is set in gen 4 of mlp so characters interact, and being in this universe pokemon aren't existent but other creatures do.

As someone who is basically a pegasister, (it's a term for a mlp fan), I can tell you exactly how the twins can conduct trains in equestria. Based on lore Unicorns have the gift of magic, and in the show we meet a set of unicorn twins (they end up being antagonists but later seasons they do change) while they use their magic to power their machines. But trains do exist in the mlp universe, powered by engine and pulled by earth pony. I'd like to think that the trains the twins conduct are powered by a spell, or maybe a jolt of magic. So yes, they use their horns, even as ponies they are also still able to do their point and call but I will possibly draw that at another time.

Now for a pokemon legends arceus pony ingo I actually do have a sketch of him.

I have one with the coat and hat and one without.

The one with out I made last night, now circling back to pokemon not existing in this au, I did want to add creatures that could be kinda companions to them. Like how in pla, ingo has Gliscor, who is just a big bat so I gave him a little vampire bat.

The eeveelution idea did give me a few ideas but I'm gonna need some time to work on that until then.

[forgottenyear]

My intake for case management services began this morning.

For whatever reason, it was only this morning that reality began to seep into my thinking.

With the understanding that I did not need to discuss this with her, the case manager was curious about the nature of my disabilities. I explained my visual impairment, then touched on depression (barely more than mentioned, since it is not so unusual), and then I talked a little about the nature of our system.

And then I realized that this is being taken seriously and accepted as real by those who would help me, while I still feel so much doubt. As the foundation for ingoing services, this is becoming de facto reality. Reality is exceeding my certainty. Reality is exceeding my readiness.

Awkwardly for me, they already accept more than I do. I am still talking theory and they are translating this into practice.

I worry that someone will figure out that I have no idea what I am talking about, and all of this is just a figment of an overactive imagination. A vampiric fabrication to garner undue sympathy.

I am a child, playing while waiting for a “punishment.” I am suggesting that the parents were less than perfect. I am suggesting the very opposite about them.

I am a liar, and I know that none of this is real.

This is what I feel.

--

My partner is becoming more openly hostile, and took something I said this morning (about a former colleague of questionable morals – suggested as someone who could provide services, this morning), to mean I was leaving them.

I am a little mixed up about how to cope with my partner’s anger, while I feel like it is deserved punishment of me.

--

And I am feeling fear about working with a therapist who specializes in work with DID.

Again, they will quickly find out that I am a liar and undeserving of compassion.

--

The more real this becomes, the less I trust that it can be real. If this is what passes for reality, I cannot trust reality.

--

I have absolutely no idea why they think my case is complicated.

[ya-bug-boy]

I can see the so of vampire ingo raiding a blood bus for their partner. Especially if so has iron issues

I'm interpreting this that the reader is also a vampire?

Good god vampire with iron deficiency. It means you need to feed on blood more often the average vampire.

Ingo is able to get by on a once per week basis when it comes to blood feedings. Sometimes more when he does require it after strenuous work/also enjoyment. I'd imagine drinking blood is not only a requirement for vampires but it's a tasty treat. Depending on what kind of vampire you will determine how much blood is necessary to eat.

But hearing you're a recently turned vampire, who has a greater need for blood, is worrisome to say the least.

He's there to help guide you in what to do and how to adjust to your new life, (I'd imagine by now it's easier for vampires to be out in daylight by their clothes/super sunscreen. Lemme imagine. But it's just better to be alert while dark.)

Your very first feeding goes like, oh gross, ok maybe just one pack of blood, to you downing 5 in one session. Ingo stares in shock of how much you require to sate your vampiric needs.

If consuming blood directly like a drink bothers you, you go on the blood filled capsules instead. But because how often you need blood, the capsules are extraordinary much bigger/you take multiple tikes in a day to feel functional.

Vampires who do not consume blood in safe and humane ways are a risk factor to society. To ensure you're safe from harm, Ingo helps you by being a mentor, him being centuries older than you. But he's pretty old school, always asking for permission to enter your home.

[battle-subway-twins]

"You're being silly. I don't think I can make it any easier for you unless you like a game of cat and mouse, Emmet."

With that said, she'll just be hopping on the edge of the dining room table and laying back against it with her back arched with her fingers touching her bare neck.

"Oh my--

What's a girl to do....my neck is just SO exposed and SO vulnerable right now. I might catch cold if I don't cover up."

"Nope, nuh uh, you are making this harder Elesa. Stop teasing."

The vampire huffed and was trying and failing to cover his blush up. How did Ingo do this without getting flustered?? He pouts cause he is hungry and wants to eat but she was making this harder than it needed to be for him.

"If you are quiet about it it'll be easier for me."

[deep-hisui]

This is a supplementary post to my submas/PLA monster AU.

This is a longfic (expected 120 chapters but we’ll see, at least 60) but it was originally supposed to be 10 chapters. I decided to go a different direction at chapter 6 so I wanted to make a post explaining the original ending in case anyone was curious.

Quick context first.

First, an overview of the world. Hisui is mostly inhabited by “monsters,” which are Pokémon versions of classic creatures. There are four main groups in Hisui: Team Galaxy (the humans, aka the colonizers), the Pearl Clan (the furs, aka werewolves), the Diamond Clan (the fangs, aka vampires), and the Ginkgo Guild (the fae, aka witches but it varies). 

Ingo is the only human living outside of the Galaxy Team. The Galaxy Team wants to take in Ingo and believes they can turn the Gingko Guild into regular humans like them. They are not on good terms with the clans. Akari and Rei are twins and arrived at Jubilife at the same time.

Second, relevant plot points. The canon events of PLA happen but Ingo and Volo are a little more involved, and the Galaxy is more hostile to the clans in the background. The first main change is during the battle with Volo, specifically where Akari was killed. Ingo underwent the fur/werewolf transformation process to have the strength to get Akari to Melli, who is a fang/vampire and would be able to put Akari through the transformation process. 

As a result, Ingo becomes an amalgam of all his Pokémon on the full moon (and a partial version at night depending on the time in the moon cycle) and Akari’s fang/vampire traits come from a Gligar. Also, Volo is dragged off to the Distortion World by Giratina.

After they are transformed, they go to talk to Arceus in hope that this means they finished the Pokédex and can go home. Melli, Lady Sneasler, and Lord Electrode go with them. This is where the story diverges. In the version that is posted, Arceus tells the group that Hisui is about go go to war with Galaxy and they are needed. In the version that was not posted/written, Arceus allowed them to go home.

Here is what I had written on my outline for the original ending:

Ingo, Melli, Akari, and Rei just kind of set up a camp in the subway tunnels and take turns going to the surface to get food and supplies. They are just kind of homeless/surviving for a bit and regret their decision coming here (because they don’t know where they are).

On the full moon, Ingo undergoes his first true transformation and Melli tries to help him through it like furs and fangs typically do on the full moon. However, Volo interrupts it. Volo’s time in the Distortion World mutated him into a wraith-like being. He has the power to project into the surface world. 

Real quote from my outline: “general horror ensues.”

Somehow everyone ends up on the surface. The police/interpol are called, and Emmet and Elesa are called in to assist.

Akari is also a bit out of control since this is her first full moon. Lady Sneasler and Ingo try to distract interpol/Elesa/Emmet so Melli and Rei can get Akari to safety.

Ingo detransformed at sunrise and is recognized by Elesa/Emmet. He is brought into custody, and he is distressed because he doesn’t know what happened to Akari. 

Emmet catches Lady Sneasler in a Pokéball during this whole thing.

Elesa and Emmet take a walk to process what they just saw. Rei approaches them on the street thinking Emmet is Ingo. Good communication happens and somehow they all get reunited.

Work together to save Volo. Emmet takes Volo in, recognizing that Ingo has his own family now and being ready to adopt that change.

If it went on, Volo would teach Rei how to be a witch/Ginkgo Guild magic

But that is not the version you get. I’m further traumatizing the characters instead >:)

[hiddenendings]

i hope you are feeling better! i didn't see vampire ingo or tiny au on your list so those will be my requests!

you're free to do whatever you want with those vague prompts, but my particular vampire ingo au is called 'immortal bond' and- well it's rather a lot to put in an ask but suffice to say PLA ingo goes fangy in order to get back to emmet the old fashioned way (immortally waiting out the years), and then has to watch emmet and himself grow up, then his past self disappear before he can actually show himself to emmet again. (if you wanna hear more on that hit me up- i'm gonna write it eventually but i'm so busy)

and then the tiny au i was thinking of is rainyfroggy's, where emmet and ingo are both given a mini clone of the other to keep them company while the real ones are separated by the events of PLA. it's super cute!

*busts down the door like the feral little creature I am* Hello new friend you named two AUs I’m super stoked about and love let’s talk.

But no I’m in the discord server so I saw some of your planning for Vampire Ingo and I was Here For It especially that angst followed by that sweet reunion followed by Emmet letting his brother know he does not mind him being undead nope not at all in fact Ingo better make it so Emmet joins him as soon as he reaches Ingo’s age. 

Look I’m just- I’m so gay for vampire AUs please feel free to tell me more but also I’m sorry if I take this idea and contribute my own little hoard of monsterfucker madness to it because I am,,, so gay,,, 

It’s about the softness of Ingo hugging his baby brother and terrified of accidentally hurting him because he’s been so anti-social and nervous the last couple decades waiting for the right time to come. He’s about the realization to Emmet that his brother really just went through hundreds of years of life just to get back to his side and never having stopped loving him. It’s about that bond and trust as Emmet offers Ingo his blood the very second he can because he always wants Ingo to have a piece of him and he wants Ingo’s marks on him to prove that Ingo is here and with him and not leaving him again. 

(Plus I’m just a big old gay for Teeth)

AND THEN TINY AU!!! I’m so gay for Tiny AU and so appreciative of rainyfroggy and their stance on how while they meant it as brothers only, they encourage the blankshippers to run with it too like. I love the Tiny AU. I’m so here for the two finding comfort in pieces of each other and just being So Gay especially the Hisui two who have no memories and are still just Like That. 

[cupcakestreets]

Subway Bosses: Ingo Convention

My dream, a bunch of Ingos coming together. The Emmetverse got some positive reception and I really wanted to do one with Ingo too. Most of them match the last line up. I really wanted to add vampire Ingo. The is the vampire AU my friend tells me about sometimes and I just think they are neat. If this post gets over 500 notes I'll draw all the Ingos shouting "ITS MORBIN TIME!" Alright credits and extra information below 🖤

Ingo is my blorbo beloved

Indigo and Elio both keep tools inside their coats, Indigo also keeps a few manuals and books in his.

Indigo is the more studious of the toy factory twins

I did not draw this Elio before but both the twins have wined up keys on their backs. It's powered by magic if it stops moving they are no longer operable

Desperately wanted draw Cowboy Ingo saying Countryisms

PLA Ingo I imagine is so wise and the other Ingos find him cool and can't believe that could be one of them in the future. But they do not realize he does not remember Emmet. Maybe a doodle for another day

Idk I imagined the Ingos complimenting each other a lot and going bravo at each other.

This Vampire Ingo is specifically the AU where his brother is human and he would usually feed off of him if he doesn't have a blood caprisun on hand.

Tiny Ingo was at aw by the vampire Ingo he forgot to ask for food. The conversation moved on to something else and neglected his needs. He's eating a desert mochi PLA Ingo made for him.

Credits:

@chipsncookies & @psiioniicarts - Vampire Au

@caramel-caracal - Cowboy AU

@rainyfroggy - Tiny Submas AU

@furiouskettle - PMD Au

@cupcakestreets (me! Haha)- Toy Factory Campaign

[r0-boat]

*slams fists on table* I MADE IT!!!!! And I’m being basic!!! Thoughts on vampire submas?????

One steaming hot plate of headcannons

Here we go

Vampire Submas

Sfw but slightly suggestive

Vampires don't actually need sleep the twins can go days without sleeping, why do you think Gear Station is always open? Although sleep is a relaxing past time they don't need it.

The twins would probably have to hide in regular Society since there is a negative stigma against vampires.

Elesa it's the only one that knows bring a half vampire.

That's until when you came along, your so sweet to them when you smell so good and aah. Suddenly their urges are harder to control.

They can't help but fall more and more in love even though the feelings inside scare them knowing that you could be just like everybody else and be disgusted at who they are.

Their unbeating heart skipping a beat when you laugh at their terrible jokes or Goofy antics but they fear that wants you know you'll never see them again.

They're oblivious but they're not stupid. They know you have feelings for them too. They can hear your heart beat faster when you go near them, the way you give them a longing gaze and a soft smile. You cute cheeks Flushing when you see them and you even tried to shy away once you noticed you have their full attention.

Ingo

Has sworn never to bite or sink his teeth into a person. His whole life is lived off of blood bags while it quells his thirst. It doesn't satisfy his instincts. His instincts to hunt

His urges only get stronger and stronger, not that he minds. Ingo always had good self-control... until you walked right past him... Yes... that's all it took. The sweet scent of your blood was something he'd never smelled before. So lovely, so captivating, his knees grew weak as he fell into the floor. Worried, you tried to help him up and go quickly declined, picking himself up, his face turning red, afraid that he might pounce on you so much as brush against him.

His inner Instinct stir within him. A beast that laid dormant for all these years, finally threatening to break free.

His once pure clean mine now running rampant with thoughts of ravaging you and tasting your blood for the first time, drinking you till you can't move. While his hands roam your body.

A black scaly demon on his shoulders piercing red eyes beckoning him to taste you. Taste his first fill of fresh human blood.

He's not sure how long he can fight back.

He could never do that to you. He could never press you against the wall giving you no chance of escape before going in and biting hard into your skin; he could never sink his face into your shoulder as a way of marking you and feeding himself.

The fears of you pushing away from him and disappearing from him haunts his nightmares.

Emmet

Emmet always stays true to himself. He wants to finally find someone he can be open too. No more hiding who he is.

However, it's not like he can blame them. Vampires are creatures of the night and, in a way, prey on humans.

He tries to live off blood bags however it's not the same something straight from their prey. If humans don't care about him, why should he care about their comfort?

Mostly only drinks the blood of rule Breakers.( they'll never break a single rule in the subway again)

Emmet wants to let the secret out to you as soon as possible. He wants you to love him, all of him, blood-sucking fangs and all.

Emmet finds humans cute they're small and weak, like a feisty little kitten.

Emmet feels sort of possessive over you. He's unsure if that's the vampire inside him yelling at him to hold you close in case something steals his meal/mate from him.

Sure, he does has his own urges; he tries to stifle a whimper every time he feels your heartbeat, your sweet blood underneath this thin layer of skin. But he admits he is not as bad as Ingo.

In the end he just wants what's best for him and his brother. He'll treasure and protect you like his family because you are!

----

To a surprise and no one besides the twins you end up accepting then being vampires in fact you seem to really enjoy that idea.

Ingo Beyond flushed his breath shaking when you ask him to take a drink from you. He tries to hold back when his teeth pierced your skin but he falls apart quickly. Moaning against your shoulder growling "mine"in other words you can't quite hear

Emmet is ecstatic immediately coming in to hug and kiss you. He doesn't have to hide from the people he loves anymore. He doesn't have to pretend.

You feel his tongue in your mouth, his face against your lips. The warmth breaks it for a second just to ask, "Wanna taste you, please? Just one sip?" Maybe Emmet had some ulterior motives after all; he still loves you, though, with all his heart.

In fact, Ingo finally tastes you for the first time, his eyes rolling back; he grabs you firmly and holds you in place. It took everything in him to pull away before he got to Ravenous. It's not enough. He needs more, and not just your blood

If the twins smell your blood from anywhere they are immediately on alert what if you hurt yourself? What if someone is hurting you?!

The twins taking no mercy to other vampires or people if they harm you. They swear if they break one little hair on your head, you'll be their next meal.

[nartothelar]

But for the vampire au, have you considered Emmet getting Severely Hurt™️ and Ingo turning him to keep his brother alive?

Or do they have an agreement to just let things happen?

“No.” Emmet responds simply, decisively.

The answer is expected and yet, the disappointment Ingo feels is an unwelcome heaviness, his constant frown turning genuine without it meaning to.

Ingo had asked the very same question thrice times now.

Once was when they were kids. It was casual inquiry that came with little prompting; he had asked out of curiosity more than anything. Ingo had asked Emmet after they had defeated a trio of challengers off hand. Emmet had laughed, light and airy, when he answered. They had gotten ice cream using their winnings after.

The second time had been following a much more harrowing experience. A safety check forgotten, a simple mistake by a depot agent newly hired, had resulted in a derailed train. Fortunately only a few were injured. Unfortunately, one of those few was Emmet.

Ingo had asked him with bags under his eyes, something quite silly since Ingo didn’t even need to sleep. (Was that makeup? Emmet had joked with an exhausted smile.)

Emmet, laying in that hospital bed, IV's in his arm and a cask around his left leg, had responded much the same, a chuckle rather than a laugh. Perhaps his headache had come back to manage much more than that. Ingo didn’t attempt to change his mind and offered him the chicken noodle soup Elesa had brought for him.

And the third time was right now: Ingo sitting across from Emmet in the dining room of their shared apartment. It was morning and even though the windows curtains were drawn, the room was illuminated with a soft glow. In front of his brother was a plate of eggs and toast, him nursing a cup of black coffee. In front of Ingo was just a cup of tea, untouched and cooling.

“But why don’t you want to be a vampire?”

“But why don’t you want to be a vampire?”

The way he asks shows his cards far to easily. Whoever had said Subway Boss Ingo was hard to read must have not tried at all.

His brother looks at him, assessing him, and then looks away.

Emmet is silent for a minute, simply gazing at the cup in front of him. His food was getting cold.

Most would think Emmet was being hesitant when answering, that this was a sign he didn’t want to answer at all. But Ingo knows him well. He knows he wants to go over what he will day and that he voices his thoughts properly.

Ingo is patient and waits. Finally, Emmet answers.

“I like the sun.” His brother says, looking at him. The color of his eyes haven’t dulled all these years. “It feels warm on my skin. It feels good.”

“I love eating. The taste, the action. Yup!" Emmet picks at his plate with a hum. "I want to eat what I like, when I like."

“I like my independence." Ingo's tea leaves an ashy taste as he sips it - a floral chamomile bag floats at the bottom of it. "I do not want to be dependent on others. I do not want to be dependent on things out of my control."

"I know that I will have to sometimes." Emmet really looks at him now. "And that is ok. But I still feel the same way.”

Ingo squeezes his mug, before he relaxes his grip. Emmet notices.

Emmet lays his palm on his chest, closing it into a fist near the middle.

“I like being human.” It sounds final, the words like a gavel to wood, the way it echoes in his mind. “I do not want to be a vampire.”

Ingo wants to argue. To convince him that the pros outweigh the insignificant cons, but he does not. No. Usually Ingo is more eloquent with his words, but the fear that rises up in his throat makes his usually well thought out words more brisk, more succinct, more honest as he says the obvious.

“But you are aging.” Ingo says. You are dying, Ingo tries, fails, and a refrains to add.

Ingo hands are smooth, his face without a wrinkle. He looks as the same as he as when he first became a subway boss. He has since he was sent to Hisui. Forever youthful. And Emmet.

Emmet's hands are calloused, wrinkled from years of maintenance at gear station. His hair is thinning and his temples were turning white. His stride not as brisk as it was years ago.

“I am.” Emmet replies. “And I will continue to age.”

Ingo knows Emmet. He is stubborn, just like himself. That is how he is. He knows he will not change his mind. And that makes him clench his jaw, look down at his cup with furrowed brow.

“Ingo.”

Ingo snaps his head up, fear turning to anger that makes him feel sick. He should not be angry, but he is.

“Then you plan to reach your final stop?” Emmet’s smile dims. Ingo continues anyway. “Leave this station?” Without me? Ingo clamps down before he utters the accusation.

“You....you will have me wait here for you to die? And do nothing?!”

And there it is. Ingo barring his greatest fear since he got turned. The thing that has plaguing his mind since he stood at the grave of his old clan leader in Hisui, at the cemetery where his other wardens were laid to rest. What he had realized as he saw time passes by, years of constant goodbyes and tearful farewells.

It was that, no matter how grand his ideals, the simple truth of the matter was that he was utterly powerless to the passage of time.

Ingo doesn't realize that he has stood up until he is already towering over Emmet's seated form. His fangs barred and he suspects his eyes are slits.

And despite that, Emmet looks calm. He looks...sad.

“I didn’t ask for this.” Ingo says softly, deflated as the anger leaves his body. To live on as those around him pass. To see enjoy his life without the people he cares most around him.

Ingo feels arms wrap around him and he wraps trembling arms around Emmet too, his head laying on his shoulder. They stay like that for a moment, simply holding each other, not letting go.

"I'm sorry I never gave you the choice." Emmet finally says. Ingo's hands grip at Emmet's shirt. "We were young. You were dying. And I was desperate. I did not want to lose you..."

Emmet pulls back after that, not all the way, but enough to look into Ingo's face. His fangs have retracted, his eyes normal again. "But those details do not matter now, do they?" Emmet sighs out, that sad smile still there.

"They matter. Of course they matter." Ingo protests, but he doesn't elaborate pass that.

Emmet looks at the floor, thinking about his words and looks at Ingo again before saying, "Everything reaches its final terminal."

"Not me." Ingo says. It comes out bitter.

"Everything does." Emmet repeats, shaking his head. He squeezes Ingo's forearm before he lets go. "I did not give you a choice. but you can choose for yourself now."

His brother’s crows feet, a result from decades worth of smiles, crinkle at the edges as he looks at him. "Just as I choose for myself."

Ingo dwells on those words, on what his brother is offering. A choice and a decision to make. Emmet looks at him and Ingo understands.

With a sigh (a concession, a compromise), Ingo nods and accepts Emmet's answer.

That heaviness Ingo feels is not fully gone from his mind, but it has lightened, the tension of the room dispersing like the morning fog.

Emmet notices, smiles, and sits back down to finish his breakfast. Ingo follows. And then the silence is filled anew with his brother's latest retelling of yet another dealing he had with a rude passenger yesterday.

Ingo listens and they both laugh and talk and all is right and as it should be that morning, in their shared moment of time.

Him and his brother were a two car train, always have been, no matter their differences. And no matter what, he was going to be there with him until his brother's final destination.

And then after that, once that engine has long gone cold, Ingo would decide when his last stop was too.

[leggerefiore]

vampire ceo au??? I think emmet might use hypnosis to get better deals with clients, but we all know ingo is just going to use his vampiric abilities to work throughout the night 🤣 the man is a workaholic no matter what au we put him in

Everyone is amazed by how long Ingo stays at work. They assume he's sleeping in his office. Little do they know he's got blackout curtains and going through a nightmarish work schedule to keep up with what he feels he needs to be caught up with.

Emmet gets other CEOs to agree to awful deals and no one, not even the CEOs who agree to the deals, knows how he does it. Well, except Grimsley. They remain at each other's necks even in this AU.

Assistant s/o in this au is probably used like a juice box by Emmet while Ingo forgets to eat and needs them to spot him some blood before he goes feral in the office or something.

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

Guess what? Actual writing!

This is based on @yewsoup Accidental Vampire AU, but focusing less on the ‘vampire’ side of things and more on the ‘bat Pokemon’ aspect, because I am nothing if not predictable.

---

Evolution was a little like hiccuping: a sudden, fluttering jolt that started in the core and echoed outward into the rest of one’s body.

If one knew how, it could be stopped, but Emmet hadn’t known how and, truthfully, wouldn’t have tried if he’d been fully aware of the circumstance; a Zubat’s heightened sense of hearing was helpful and a nuisance in equal measure, and, while nothing was stopping him from utilizing his sense of sight as a human, he was incredibly sick of lacking eyes in his alternate form.

In following with the analogy, Ingo insisted he’d squeaked when it started, and Emmet opted to ignore this blatantly false account. His poor brother had a Gligar’s keenness of sight, but clearly lacked proper sonar. He simply couldn’t be trusted in this regard.

Now that the precedent had been set, though, Emmet was acutely aware that there was nothing stopping him from reaching the final stage in a Zubat’s evolutionary line. He had no trainer, so it was impossible to say with certainty which of his bonds was resonating, but there was no small number to pick from.

And, like hiccuping, he might be able to avoid a second evolution for so long, but, eventually, it would sneak up on him.

He didn’t really see any reason to put it off. That was the trick-- if one didn’t fight the hiccups, and just learned to let it happen when it wasn’t horribly inconvenient, it was far easier to weather.

So, when the evening was winding down and things were calm, he flopped down on the couch next to-- and partially on top of-- his twin, contentedly melted into his alternate form, and let what would happen happen.

To his eternal vindication, he heard Ingo yelp in surprise, and proceeded to cackle his way into life as a Crobat.

“I’m happy that you’re happy,” Ingo said flatly, brushing an errant wing out of his face, “But was that entirely necessary?”

“Entirely.” Emmet agreed, and gave his limbs an experimental little shake, mindful not to whack his brother in the process.

Because, while he had no trainer and no definite answer where the affection needed to evolve originated, he was pretty damn sure. If he’d so chosen, he could have evolved a second time from his first moments as a Golbat, and as much as he loved their Pokemon, there was only one connection in his life quite that prolific. Regular Golbat were able to express the companionship they felt through evolution alone, secure in the knowledge that it was their defining relationship; Emmet had wanted to express that as well, yes, but he’d also seen no reason to deny himself. Why evolve anywhere but where he was most comfortable?

There was a heavy sigh above him, and he felt something brush against one of his upper limbs.

Oh, he’d almost forgotten! While they didn’t have hands per se, Crobat had something to grasp with-- the digits along their foremost set of wings. Eager to test them out, he seized whatever he’d gotten caught on and only just started to move when Ingo put a stop to it.

He grabbed his sibling with both hands and hefted him up to eye level-- where it became clear what Emmet had gotten a not-handful of-- and with weary patience said, “You’re a Crobat now-- far too mature for hair pulling. I would recommend that you stop that at once, and feel it prudent to remind you that I remain unevolved and have no reason not to retaliate.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Emmet asked, reaching forward to anchor himself onto the backrest. With a little doing, he hoisted himself up onto it and leaned into Ingo’s space, cheek to cheek, “Did you just imply that I’m the older brother, now?”

Belatedly, Ingo seemed to realize that he’d done just that.

Emmet turned his head and chuckled into his twin’s hair, “Aw, it’s alright. You are just a little Gligar. It’s not your responsibility to notice these things.” He stopped long enough to nip harmlessly at the hand that flew up to wave him away, at which point he announced, “It’s only fair, Ingo. You are older when we are humans. I am older when we are Pokemon. Equal and opposite.”

Finally, through vibration more than any actual sound, he felt Ingo begin to laugh. “I’m not entirely sure I agree that humans and Pokemon are opposite one another.”

Emmet hummed, and it came out as more of a screech than he’d intended. With an apologetic headbutt, he said, “The subject matter has gotten far too grey for my liking. I do not want to continue this conversation.”

“Ah, but I’m just a little Gligar,” Ingo argued, tone kept carefully even, “Isn’t it my duty to pose uncomfortably existential questions?”

“Nothing has ever stopped you before.” Emmet grumbled and, in a huff, switched back to human form, leaning over the back of the couch. Ingo reached up with a smile in his eyes and gave the hair hanging down two gentle tugs.

Emmet locked his jaw, physically preventing himself from breaking into a grin. “We are human right now, Ingo. Act your age.”

---

Months passed with little change. There wasn’t so much to adjust to, going from Zubat to Golbat to Crobat-- just minor amenities the previous forms had lacked, and one secondary pair of wings. Nailing the timing to keep them all in sync and himself airborne was arguably the steepest learning curve Emmet faced, and once he got it down-- equal and opposite, funny enough-- it was a cinch.

They revisited the topic of evolution order multiple times, either twin trying to bend it to their advantage as circumstance presented, and while Emmet had poked fun, he was… beginning to wonder.

Physically, there had been small changes to accommodate, but internally, he felt sturdier, stronger in ways he couldn’t have anticipated back when he was still a Zubat. Ingo didn’t seem to be in any hurry to pursue evolution, and that was perfectly fine-- unevolved Pokemon could be just as capable as their other forms, given the right training and strategies-- but it wasn’t just that. There was a hesitation whenever the matter came up absent the facetious tones they often fell into, an eagerness to shut the conversation down or change topics.

Emmet had once asked, in jest, if Ingo thought they had enough battle points to acquire a razor fang, and while the response had been perfectly composed, the discomfort that set into his brother’s form was easy to spot.

Having no desire to evolve was one thing. Being afraid of the prospect was something else entirely. In that sense, it was fortunate that Gliscor evolved in such a specific way-- there was no threat of a spontaneous, hiccuping evolution-- but Emmet knew his twin. If Ingo wasn’t forced to confront something, he’d be happy to make an indefinite detour around the affected track.

He didn’t want to force anything on his brother-- neither his opinion nor evolution itself-- but he did want to understand what was going on.

Passing his recent acquisition from palm to palm, Emmet chewed on his lip, deep in thought; had anyone been around to observe, the twins would have been indistinguishable in that moment.

Eventually, he schooled his features-- a futile endeavor in and of itself, but the faint smile was for his sake, not to try to fool Ingo-- and headed over to confront his brother.

“I have a question,” He said before he could think better of it.

It was answered by a hum of acknowledgment as Ingo maneuvered to look at him over the bulk of Eelektross’s body, and a waiting silence.

Emmet hesitated.

“It is not meant to be a leading question. I simply want to understand.”

Ingo’s brow furrowed and, as if in conference, Eelektross turned to blink at him, then to its trainer. Emmet himself jerked his head toward the kitchen, silently asking the eel to give them a moment, and it slipped away with only a quiet groan of complaint.

“You do not want to evolve. Why?”

There was a long break while Ingo processed that. Finally, he said, “I’m content as I am, is that not enough?”

“It’s a perfectly valid reason, yes. But that is not why you shy away from the subject every time it comes up. Again, I just want to understand.”

Ingo took a deep breath and, slowly, let it out. “Evolution is a very prompt, very permanent change, as you’re no doubt aware. I’m glad that your evolved forms have suited you, but am… not so confident that mine is right for me.”

Emmet cocked his head, getting slightly waylaid in spite of himself, “Gliscor are strong and tough. Physical attackers like you favor. Useful typing. Capable of Earthquake. Potential for verrrry strong combinations. I fail to see the problem.”

A hint of a grimace flashed through the crease of his brother’s eyes, but was quickly smoothed over, “While all of that is true, I’m afraid the species is also saddled with a rather… unsavory connotation. No Pokemon can be handled without risk, I understand that of course, but people seem to find Gliscor in particular-- shall we say off putting?”

Scary. The word he was skirting around was ‘scary’, and suddenly it all made a lot of sense. Ingo’s relative inability to shift away from his severe resting expression tended to draw attention, and that was very rarely a good thing. On one hand, maybe a Gliscor’s ever-present smile might help remedy the situation; on the other, it might only make things worse, pinging off of humanity’s underdeveloped sense for danger.

“Ah,” Emmet eventually said, “I see. Thank you for humoring me.”

There was a tense, expectant pause, broken only by, “You’re not going to argue with me?”

He gave his head a shake, shifting uncomfortably under his twin’s attention-- it was an unfamiliar feeling, and he didn’t enjoy the novelty of it one bit. “I knew discussion of it was beginning to wear on you. My intent was to learn why and to avoid the topic in the future.”

Taking mercy on his brother, Ingo’s gaze slid away to an undefined point beyond his shoulder, “Then you’ll find that you’ve reached your destination.”

Emmet stepped closer so he could perch on the arm of the couch, tilting to rest the side of his head against Ingo’s.

“I’m sorry.”

Without looking or making any move that might dislodge him, Ingo reached up to lay a warm hand on his arm.

“As you’ve said, you were only trying to make sense of the situation; there’s no need to apologize for that.”

Humming in something that was neither agreement nor argument, Emmet switched tracks, “You aren’t scary.”

“And I’m sure Gliscor can be perfectly wonderful companions in spite of their own reputation,” Ingo said dryly, “At this junction, however, I would prefer not to press my luck.”

He sighed against his twin’s crown, causing a section of hair to flutter in the artificial breeze, “That is entirely reasonable.”

There was a thin laugh in response, a weak, but legitimate attempt at levity, “I do have my moments.”

Pushing off of Ingo’s shoulder, Emmet pivoted and, finally, offered the item he’d been toying with for the entire conversation. The polished piece of eviolite was warm from the constant handling, this particular specimen erring more toward pink than it did purple-- color hadn’t initially been on his list of criteria, but there was certainly a meaning to be read into it now.

“For you,” He said rather unnecessarily, highlighting the words by physically tipping it into Ingo’s unoccupied hand before his brother had a chance to respond.

Ingo blinked down at it, and then looked back to Emmet, who was struck once again by how sad it was, how few people would recognize the joy that showed in every aspect save for his twin’s lips.

The vulnerable moment was left behind them as Ingo asked, “Do I want to know how you acquired this?”

And, without missing a beat, Emmet said back, “No you do not.”

---

There was a very clear turning point in Ingo’s opinion on evolving, a wonderful example of the impact good publicity could create.

It was a shift on the standard multi lines and their opponents’ combination of Tyranitar and Gliscor had proven a competent match for that day’s team. The usually-wicked chain of Crustle’s Sturdy, rocky helmet and Flail certainly wore the bat down, but despite their bugs’ best efforts, type advantages had simply won out.

At Emmet’s side, Ingo took a breath to congratulate their challengers, and habit carried him through the script as Emmet grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him over, raising a hand to stop the Gliscor’s trainer before they could recall it.

Bemused by the change of pace, the trainer humored him, their Pokemon glancing uncertainly between the parties involved. It had been a short conversation-- lasting only until the challengers were set to depart-- and while he wasn’t usually one to lead, in this instance Emmet had been happy to guide the discussion, asking after the teen’s history with it and how it fared outside of a battle facility.

Taking up the reins left Ingo to focus on the Pokemon itself, which was a nice bonus. Clearly the Gliscor recognized that something was afoot, even if not specifically what-- jaws parted to scent the air and eyes narrowed, perplexed. At one point, Emmet looked over to catch it raising one wing, trying to herd what it must have thought a very strange Gligar beneath it.

It had been a sweet Pokemon, and a very good learning experience.

Coincidences aside, though, Emmet wasn’t in the habit of pushing an evolutionary agenda. While he might try to soothe his brother’s anxieties where the species was concerned, he wholly accepted Ingo’s reasoning, and anything he encouraged was strictly for comfort’s sake.

So it was something of a surprise when, months down the line, Ingo asked if Emmet would mind holding onto something for him for the evening. Because they both knew he couldn’t resist, there had been no protest as he’d unfolded the extra pair of gloves to find a razor fang at its heart. Somewhere between comprehension and ignorance, he looked up.

“It seems prudent to have one on hand, just in case.” Had been Ingo’s only explanation.

And, well… that was progress. There was a certain amount of self-loathing to Ingo’s opinion on evolution that seemed unhealthy, and it was a comfort to see it begin to ease. Whether or not he would ever use the razor fang was a moot point; the only thing that mattered was that he wasn’t so vehemently opposed to the thought.

As before, the specter of evolution drifted quietly into the background.

---

Like any carnivorous bat, the subject swooped back into the fray without warning.

“Would you… mind staying with me, if I were to evolve?” Ingo asked one evening, apropos nothing.

Emmet waited several seconds for the full context, until he realized the delay seemed to be making his twin nervous. “Of course not. What is the rest of this hypothetical?”

“Ah.” Awkwardly, he forced his attention off of the floor and met Emmet’s eyes, “It’s not a hypothetical question. I think I’m ready. To… evolve.”

The train of thought slowly pulled into its charted destination, and as soon as it did, he bristled, “You do not need to do so. We have covered this. Did something happen?”

“Nothing in particular, no; I’ve just been affording it some more thought, lately, and this was the station I arrived at.”

“Because it is what you want?” Emmet demanded.

“Yes. Mostly.” At the look the amendment earned him, Ingo raised his hands in self defense, “I still have my concerns, but at this point in time, not knowing is worse. The longer I humor that anticipation, the greater it becomes.”

“So what you actually want is to get it over with.”

“I… suppose that’s an accurate assessment.”

Asking if he was certain would only make the situation worse. Surely Ingo had already given this plenty of thought-- he’d had years to consider it, after all. That he was only bringing it up now carried a great deal of weight.

So, without any further challenging words, Emmet held up his arms in invitation; Ingo accepted it with a surprising readiness, belying just how nervous he really was.

He needed something else to focus on, to distract him from the unease of deciding upon a drastic change of course after so long. Emmet could do that.

“Do you know where your razor fang is?” He asked, and could feel the indignant shiver running through his brother at the suggestion that he hadn’t thought that far ahead. Personally, Emmet thought it was a valid question; while it was far more likely that Ingo had checked and double-checked before making any declarative statements, there was always a chance the Joltik had spirited it away in the past five minutes.

Mutely, Ingo nodded to where Chandelure was hovering near the ceiling, one iron limb curled around the be-gloved fang.

Fair enough. If there was one way to ward Joltik off, that was probably it. He didn’t actually think she would do anything to the little bugs, but they would have to learn a healthy respect for her someday, and if that was today, then it was their own fault; the last thing he wanted to do right now was pluck one out of her personal space and get zapped for the effort.

Not for the first time, Emmet spared a thought for the indignity of having a type vulnerability to his own Pokemon, only for his twin to be utterly immune. Somewhere out there, Arceus was laughing.

There was nothing for it. He had more important matters to address.

While Ingo stepped away to call Chandelure down, he made no move to relieve her of her cargo, rightfully wary of handling the razor fang so long after sunset. She handed it over to Emmet without any fuss and, having overcome the anti-spider measures, he turned his attention back to the present.

“Where would you like to be for this?”

“The living room, I think,” A hesitation, and then, “Where you evolved.”

Ah. Well, perhaps Emmet should have seen that coming; his brother was a sentimental sap, and he loved him for it.

It took no time at all to get situated, leaving little more than to wait for Ingo’s lead. With a deep, bracing breath, he yielded to the smaller form of a Gligar, but it took a moment more for him to work up the nerve to open his eyes and greet the reality he was headed toward.

Unbothered, hands free of the evolutionary aid, Emmet steadied him, “Are you prepared for departure?”

There was a stiff nod against his chest, the pincers holding onto his arms trembling from the effort of staying somewhat slack. Before moving to take the fang up again, he moved one hand to either side of Ingo’s head and turned his face up.

“I will see you in just a moment.” He promised, and simultaneously pressed a kiss between long ears and the razor fang to a fluttering chest.

---

Evolution wasn’t like a case of the hiccups, it was the deep inhalation one took to choke them out. Doing so wasn’t necessary-- life would go on either way-- but if one so chose, they could take the plunge and hold their breath.

It was a building tension, a burning, overflowing wealth of energy begging to be set free, to show the world what it could do. It was also a sigh of relief as that potential found purchase and settled into what it was meant to be.

Where his head nestled against Emmet’s chest, a shuddering breath escaped Ingo, and he wasn’t entirely sure what emotion he could ascribe it to. For simplicity’s sake he might call it relief, but there were more layers to it than that might imply; not only that nothing had gone wrong, but also that the decision had been made. There was no going back. No matter what happened from here on out, his only recourse would be to make it work.

That was doable.

He stayed there a little while longer, larger arms more easily curving around his brother to maintain their hold; he slowly unfurled his wings, testing how it worked now that they were their own limbs, independent of the others. This quiet introspection was interrupted by laughter stifled against the top of his head.

With a chirp-- meaningless, save for its questioning note-- Ingo looked up at the culprit.

“Oh, you stopped.” Emmet said, complaint evident in his words, as if he hadn’t been the very thing to distract Ingo from… whatever it was he’d apparently been doing. Stretching his wings? He supposed he had drawn them back at the noise.

Puzzled, he spread them out again, to his twin’s further amusement.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not entirely sure. You’re the one who was disappointed that I stopped.”

“Not that. You were chattering verrrry quietly. Low like a rumbling engine. It was cute.”

He was?

Oh. Yes. He’d overlooked the subconscious rolling of his vocal cords. In actuality, calling it ‘chattering’ was wholly inaccurate; it was, without a trace of doubt, a sustained purr. Suddenly very aware of himself, Ingo preemptively went to muffle any other noise he might make.

“Noooo,” Emmet laughed, all delighted dismay as he humored the wide face burrowing into his shirt, “Don’t be embarrassed!”

It was met by an undignified squeak of, “Then stop trying to embarrass me!”

“Oh, Ingo.” He drawled, amusement audible in spite of his ever-consistent tone, “I don’t have to try. You do it to yourself.”

He grumbled into the thin white fabric, distinct from the soft, content purr. Maybe he could try something else, experiment with a screech or non-offensive growl to distract from the incident. While it didn’t bother him, everything he vocalized was lower than it used to be, and it would take some getting used to.

He wondered, vaguely, if his larger stature meant he had access to his full lung capacity.

After a minute, he stopped theorizing and gathered his courage, emerging from his ineffectual hiding spot.

Emmet beamed at him, taking his face in both hands once more.

“There you are.” He said, and proved unable to resist ruffling his twin, fingers working into the coarse fur at his cheeks, “Better?”

One ear twitched and, methodically, Ingo ran through his systems, testing claws and wings and giving his tail an experimental thump; it was two-pronged now, the stinger substantially larger, lacking the dimorphic sizing in this secondary form. Different, yes, but not in a bad way. There was something about it that felt like holding his eviolite for the first time-- a protective layer establishing itself between himself and the world at large.

It made sense from a logical standpoint; a Gliscor’s defensive stats were higher than a Gligar’s, which was precisely what the eviolite was meant to emulate. Feeling it as an intrinsic part of his carapace, though, was bizarre.

“I believe it will be, with time.”

And, since the immediate concern had passed, of course it was open season.

“Now you get to learn how to fly properly. Your ‘membranes’ excuse has run out.”

Without removing himself from the couch, Ingo flapped his wings, just once. While he’d done his research ahead of time, the firsthand sense of it only drove home the fact that they were meant for catching a breeze and riding it; he likely could create an updraft, but it wasn’t an ideal application.

“Where’s Archeops?” Ingo asked instead of any proper reply, “I need to speak with him about forming a coalition. Perhaps then you’ll accept that not everyone with wings travels the way you do.”

“You are correct. Winged creatures generally do not take the subway. All three of us are outliers.”

Emmet managed to keep a mostly-straight face until Ingo craned up to nip at the ends of his hair, unimpressed. “Ah! None of that anymore! You’re a big Gliscor now. You should know better.”

He rolled his eyes-- to a bark of laughter-- and backed off, straightening, finally, to human form.

Everything felt normal. He glanced to Emmet for confirmation, judging via his twin’s expression, and found his attention lingering just a moment longer than expected. Before Ingo could ask, however, he met his eyes once more and broke out into a relaxed smile.

“I am happy that you’re happy.”

[bellafragolina]

Bats in the Belfry

Thank you @antidotesprout and @peachsodama both for the beautiful art and genius prompts, respectively

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Your footsteps echo through the cave, rebounding off the walls more and more the deeper you get. In return, you can hear an eager chirping noise from the depths of darkness. It makes you smile.

“I’m home!” You call, not that you need an announcement. But your voice helps Ingo find you. Scampering along the ceiling, you wait patiently in your spot until a body extends down, hanging before you. “Hello, lovely.”

Ingo fluffs up, eagerly extending his wings towards you. You step into the warm, fuzzy embrace, but pause before you can get too close. Ingo nearly whines, but you brush your thumb across his chin, pressing your lips to his.

The upside down kiss makes Ingo shudder. It’s nice to be back, and nice to have Ingo’s weight against you. More and more of his weight.

Oh, he’s coming down.

No warning means you and Ingo end up in a heap on the floor.

“My apologies!” Ingo says, voice raised in his panic. He clicks furiously, checking you over for injury. His cute little nose sniffs, but finds no hint of blood. “I. . . I was too excited.”

You just laugh. Ingo’s ears twitch, cocking towards you as he takes in the noise. Your touch to his cheek makes him jolt at first, but he quickly leans into it, following you coaxing. He’s soft against you, and gives happy squeaks when you scratch behind his ears.

“I’ve missed you.” You sigh, burying your face in his soft fur.

Ingo curls his wings around you again, a blanket of warmth. “I have missed you as well.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, but his ears continue to twitch, bapping against your face.

You sigh, but smile again. There’s a train coming.

“Which one is it?”

Ingo perks up. “Judging by the sound, I believe it’s the Imperial! Ah, bravo! I was worried it had be decommissioned!”

Your boyfriend rambles on, talking about the train he can hear far before it’s passing rumbles the cave. You settle against him, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves.

You’re so lucky to have him. And you know he thinks the same of you.

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The vampire bat boys are too damn cute!! So I had to do this!

~Renee

[onestepbackwards]

Vampire submas (separately or together up to you!) with a human s/o hcs?

You got it anon! I hope you enjoy some vampire subway boys under the cut below! ♪(^∇^*)

Vampire Submas with a human s/o!

△ Ingo △

-Has a love hate relationship with being a vampire. -He doesn’t consider himself a monster, but he hates how he still has to hurt others to survive. -However, he has incredible senses, and incredible strength and speed, which is nice for running a crowded subway. Over all, it could be worse, but he feels it could be better too. -He dealt with it for years, but it becomes painfully obvious just how much he misses out on after he meets you. -You are incredibly nice, and Ingo for the first time in decades, feels like he’s alive. He wants to get close to you, get to know you. -...Maybe even have you as a mate, if you’ll have him and accept him. -But it’s difficult. Not only for the few times he can see you a week, to how he knows how... difficult the relationship could be. -However, he decided to throw caution to the wind one day, after he overhears that your birthday was recently. You aren’t getting any younger, and he needs to shoot his shot. -You are honestly surprised that Ingo, one of the famous Subway Bosses, is asking you out on a date. Of course, you instantly say yes. You always found him attractive, and he had always been kind to you, despite his intimidating demeanor. -It doesn’t take long to get close to the man, even if his scheduling is a bit... strange. -He prefers to take you out on dates at night. Not a huge issue, but it’s as if he can’t come see you during the day at all. -He claims he gets sun burnt easy. It’s why his uniform is the way it is. -You still think it’s odd, but you don’t question him. Or his other weird habits. He’s so sweet to you, after all! -When you’ve been dating him for a while, he finally comes clean to you. He’s not human. He’s a vampire. -You ask if that’s why his habits are so weird. He’s a little stunned you aren’t straight up laughing at him, or accusing him of lying. -You still ask for proof, but you tell him it all kind of adds up. That, and you also want to see him do cool vampire stuff. -He practically stutters when you call him cool. He shows you his fangs, and demonstrates his speed and strength. -You think he’s the coolest guy to walk the earth. A sweet man who is ALSO a vampire? You hit the jackpot.

-Ingo pulls his hat over his face when you shower him in compliments. You are taking this waaaay better than he anticipated. -Loves watching over you as you rest. He may not need sleep, but enjoys you snuggling against him each night. He’s especially nice and cool during the summer. -Also enjoys taking you on dates at night. Nimbasa has a gorgeous nightlife, and he’s eager to show it to you. -Keeps accidentally scaring you. You will get up to use the bathroom, and when you return, you nearly have a heart attack when you see glowing eyes on your bed. -Almost faints when you ask him to feed off of your blood. -Are you sure you want that? Do you know what that means to him? Would you really let him drink from you? -Is incredibly careful the first time he drinks from you. He makes sure you are comfortable, and holds you close on the couch as he dips his fangs into your wrist. -If you moan while he drinks your blood, he is g o n e. -If you both have been dating for a year, he asks if you would like to be like him, join him in his immortal life. -If you say no, he’ll be disappointed, but he’ll understand. It’s a huge step, and irreversible. He’ll need some time alone for a day or two, mourning what could be. But he’ll bounce back even more cuddly and loving than before. You won’t be here forever, after all. He’s going to make the most of it. -Swears to make the rest of your life a good one. No matter what happens, he swears he’ll always be by your side. -If you agree, he’ll be over the moon! -Life is incredibly lonely as a vampire, and he is incredibly lucky to have had his twin as long as he has. So to have his true love with him... He practically swoons at the idea itself. -It’s a very private affair. He takes you for a romantic dinner, and for a night of intimacy. Before the night is over, he bites you in the neck, and drinks your blood, before having you drink his. You fall asleep quickly after, and Ingo makes preparations. -Takes care of you throughout your transformation, and is excited to help you learn things about being a creature of the night.

▼ Emmet ▼

-Actually doesn’t mind being a vampire as much as his brother.

-Is the local cryptid, but like, in a fun way.

-It’s a joke Emmet is the local vampire. His teeth are a little too sharp, his eyes almost seem to glow in the dark, and he has energy, regardless of the time of day. Hell, he seems even more active at night.

-You happen to be a nightly commuter, and you love seeing his wacky energy. You don’t seem put off by him at all! That’s what draws him to you.

-He greets you every time he sees you, and quickly grows attached.

-He decided not too long after talking with you for a month, that he wants to be with you, and give dating you a try.

-He asks you out the next time he sees you, and you agree!

-Though you can’t help but feel he really lives up to his cryptid status.

-He texts you all the time, no matter what time of day it is. Does he even sleep? He assures you he gets plenty of rest, though sometimes you can’t help but wonder.

-He doesn’t wait long to tell you he’s in fact, a real vampire.

-Ah.jpg. That explains a lot.

-He’s eager to prove it to you, and shows his fangs off, along with his strength and speed.

-You don’t have room to argue about it. Not that you would, it really does explain a lot.

-...And you kinda think it’s really cool. Especially when he picks you up and spins you around like its nothing.

-Loves going out on dates even more than Ingo. He will take you ALL over Nimbasa at night. Theaters, sports events, restaurants, anything is on the table.

-Will randomly show up at your house. Even during the day. You wake up for some water at 3 am and he’s in your kitchen watching cute pokemon videos on his phone.

-Likes to scare you sometimes. You wander your house late at night and just see his glowing eyes in your living room.

-Pouts when you get used to his antics and he can’t scare you anymore.

-Will absolutely lose it if you ask him to drink your blood. It’s super intimate for him and his kind when a mate gives it willingly.

-Lovingly holds you on your bed, your back to his chest as he inhales your scent, your heart beat picking up when his fangs graze your skin. He giggles as you squirm and gasp.

-Takes his time with the actual bite, but starts needily drinking from you when he actually bites down. You taste amazing! Has to force himself not to drink too much from you.

-Eventually, Emmet feels confident enough that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. So he asks if you’d like to join him in being a vampire.

-If you decline, he’ll be upset. He doesn’t want this to end, but understands that if its something you don’t want, that’s your choice. It’s not always the best life, so he can see why you wouldn’t want it. Expect him to be clingy for a while though as he deals with his feelings.

-If you agree though, he’s ecstatic!!

-He makes sure to plan ahead of time, and much like Ingo, makes it a romantic affair. He takes you out to a restaurant to dine at, before taking you home. He is incredibly eager to change you.

-Don’t be fooled though. Despite how eager he is, he is also nervous. This is a big step, essentially a marriage! And there is always the small possibility you could get hurt!

-Is incredibly gentle when drinking your blood, and is incredibly tender when feeding you his own. It’s softest you have ever seen him.

-He is at your beck and call for the entirety of your transformation. He watches you as if you are fragile glass. Don’t worry, he’ll get over it soon enough.

△ Ingo & Emmet ▼

-Are still the intimidating subway bosses, but for different reasons.

-People wonder if they live at the station, with how they never seem to clock out or sleep. They hardly ever seem tired, and are always ready to go to work at all hours of the day.

-When both meet you for the first time, both are immediately smitten with you.

-You are incredibly sweet and kind, and immediately want to get to know you better.

-Plus, you don’t seem intimidated by them, which a lot of people are.

-They both greet you whenever you enter the station, and talk to you about your day so far as they walk you to your train. It’s incredibly sweet and endearing. You find yourself looking forward to the days you enter the station.

-They both feel themselves falling for you, and agree to share, if you’ll have them and accept them.

-They bring it up to you next time you meet, and ask if you’d be willing to give dating them a try. Much to their delight, you accept!

-Both are rather close and protective of you, and often one of them sees you home whenever you return from work late in the evening. You tell them they don’t have to do this! Surely they have work to do in rush hour? How will they make it back in time?

-Emmet gives you a wink whenever you ask, and Ingo pats your head, affectionately telling you not to worry about it.

-Both actually just end up in a dead sprint back to the station, ending up back in less than 5 minutes.

-They also love hanging out at your home at night, and you swear they must have endless bouts of energy. How else can they stay up and be energetic so late at night after a long day of work?

-Both love to cuddle you in bed, one on each side. Both are surprisingly cool to the touch, but you don’t particularly mind. If you sleep in though, both are usually gone, unless it’s a day off. They leave you little notes though, and usually leave you breakfast they made in the fridge or microwave. It’s incredibly heartwarming.

-After a few months of dating, Emmet gets impatient. He wants to tell you about their little secret, though Ingo would very much wait. He knows its not worth arguing over, because Emmet will probably tell you anyways. May as well do tell you together.

-When they confess this to you, you aren’t as surprised as they thought you would be. You give them a cheeky little smile, and a wave of your hand.

“You both hate too much of strong seasoning, like garlic. Neither of you go out during the day. You both are always incredibly cold. And your eyes glow at night, when you think I’m asleep. I was beginning to wonder.”

-Both are a little taken aback that you more or less knew. However, both are relieved that you don’t seem to mind.

-...And both get incredibly flustered if you tell them you think it’s hot.

-After you are aware that they are in fact vampires, both start taking you out on dates late at night. They love and adore being able to take you out across the city. If anyone knows city nightlife, it’s them. They’ll make sure you have a good time.

-If you offer to let them drink from you, both will become flustered messes. This is something very important and intimate to them! If you are serious, they’ll be over the moon.

-They both agree to take just a little from you their first time with you together. After that, both can have days where the other gets to snack on you instead.

-They both lovingly take care of you, massaging you to make you comfortable. When you are good and relaxed, both take a wrist, and pepper it in kisses. After a few moments, both bite down, and practically melt at the taste.

-You have to remind them not to take too much as you get light headed, but you don’t mind.

-Both let go, and look at you with such love in their eyes. The fact you would willingly share blood with them makes them fall deeper in love with you.

-Eventually, both decide to ask if you want to join them, be a vampire like them.

-If you disagree, they both will need a few days to accept this. They both know that it’s your choice, and they won’t force it on you. They knew it was a possibility the moment they wanted a relationship. Just give them some time, they’ll bounce back.

-They will both be extra clingy though.

-If you agree, both will be incredibly excited.

-They spend the day with you, making it a huge event between you three. They take you out to eat that evening, and are very tender with it all.

-Ingo and Emmet gently bite from your next, so tender with it all, before offering their own blood to you.

-Since both are considered your mates, they instead put both their blood mixed together in a cup for you to drink from, instead of a small wound.

-They both are incredibly careful with you during your transformation, and take a week off of work just to take care of you. Your health is their number one priority, and they wish to be there when you awaken.

-They both are incredibly excited about it. They get to spend the rest of their long lives with you. How can they not be excited?