#i need to do vampire ingo

[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]

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

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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.

[quazardrawing]

Now for Emmett's stars as part of my 'Ingo reunites with his pokemon' Eelektross and Archeops!

[ Image description: Ingo, pictured from the waist up holds Eelektross who is warped around him twice in one hand and has Archeops who sits on his shoulder, flaps her wings and nuzzling her face on his cheek. Ingo is almost not visible under these Pokémon, regardless all three are smiling ]

Fun fact is Eelektross is about 2 seconds before squeezing the stuffing out of Ingo, benefits of being a almost boneless eel I guess

More headcanons below the readmore

- Eelektross is named Third Rail, I've already mentioned that Chandelure and Eelektross were traded between Emmett and Ingo, as they caught the two thinking they would match the twin dragons typing but ended up liking the other more, but that means that it was baby Ingo that named them!

- When Ingo and Emmett went apartment/ house shopping two of their important factors were having water/ pond access for Third Rail and ground access for their ground and rock types, I personally headcanon that they retrofit a old unused werehouse/ train yard on the harbor, which gives them not only plenty of room for all their larger Pokémon but also has a local battling ring (more of a feild of dirt but still rated for 'will not destroy the local buildings' ) This is pretty normal since Professional battlers are known to be space hogs (due to having a full team of 6 all of whom need enough room to live comfortable and since each different typing has different needs) Luckily if you make it big in the Pokémon battling scene you get pretty rich, and being the Subway Bosses they are pretty much rolling in it (not that they do much with it besides reinvest it into the subway system, or help out other regions public transit )

- Third Rail does have a special always filled kiddie pool indoors, the funniest use for which is as a dramatic feinting couch for Third Rail only, Third Rail is also very protective of the pool, mostly because they have caught some of the other Pokémon either drinking () out of it or risnsing off the stupid amount of dirt (Excadrill) that gets on them off into the pool making it pretty dirty or full of crumbs, Third Rail will shock anyone who enters the pool if they see them, but will allow Ingo and Emmett to put their feet in to cool off if they ask first (both because they will clean the water after and because Third Rail loves them)

- Third Rail also prefers They/Them pronouns, why? They insist having no gender helps them slip into tighter spaces and smaller holes, which is something Third Rail prides themself in, Which is wierd seem they do not need any help with this as they have a clear advantage when compared to any of Ingo and Emmett's other Pokémon due to having no exoskeleton (Haxorus, Crustle, Durant ) and having less bones than even mammalian Pokémon ( Gurdurr, Excadrill ) due to being inspired by the lamprey or leach, which I imagine makes they a bit like an vampire octopus

- Third Rail and Archeops love flying up into small holes together and sticking themselves in them, they insist that this is an important Hide and Seek tactic, (it is not) dispite hide and seek not being played at all between the trainer's and/or Pokémon (due to the drastic size difference between the Pokémon) it either frustrates or amuses their trainers depending on how long it takes to find the two when inevitably fall sleep and stop responding to calls

- Archeops is named Express! He wasn't part of Ingo and Emmett original team plan but was found as a fossil when they were digging out the battle subway tunnels, Emmett maintains that it was Fate and that the original Archeops wanted to join the battle subway and Express was destined to joined the team. This also makes Express the baby of the group since he is by far the youngest, although he wasn't the last to join the team, that was a trade

[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!

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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.

[smallestapplin]

Would you like to do Subma’s (separate) and warden Ingo with a Vampire! S/O. Just like general headcannons of what it’s like to live with them.

Vampire s/o’s for the win!

Cw : there is mentions of blood drinking, and I go into a bit of detail about that, so if that’s not your thing please don’t read! Other than that it’s safe!

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Emmet

- he’s a little sad you can’t join him in the day time, and so he messes up his sleep schedule a lot just to spent extra time with you! Emmet is very clingy, even in his slumber where he clings to you like you’re his teddy bear.

- Though he jumps up and mutely squeals when you surprise him at work! Sure you maybe carrying an umbrella to hide from the sun, but you risked it just to see him!!! He’s dragging you to his office, closing the curtains, and smothering you with kisses!

- If he works overtime, you usually come to walk home with him, since the sun has gone down, you don’t mind tagging along. He of course, holds your hand and tells you briefly about his day, before kissing your cheek over, and over, and over again.

- Emmet knows he needs to get up early if he wants to get anything done before work, but he gets so comfy next to you, cuddling you, and you look so peaceful sleeping. Until he’s alarm goes off once, then twice, then three times, and you’re nearly hissing at him to go to work so you can actually sleep the daylight away. Cue fake monotoned offended gasp and him slowly falling out of bed because you don’t love him, it gets you to laugh and it earns him a light kiss before he leaves for work.

- He doesn’t mind letting you drink from him, in fact he likes it! You always make sure he’s okay with it, make him cozy, turn on a fun few hour long video for some background noise, and gently bite him, slowly feeding from him. Emmet always finds these moments close and pleasant, how it feels almost intimate when you two are snuggled up, and feels like you’re kissing him. It’s nice!

- You don’t drink from him very long, only enough to satisfy you and for him to feel slightly light headed. He’s always so giggly afterwards, and loves to kiss you, or nuzzle against you.

- Absolutely makes dumb vampire jokes, or the classic ‘I’ve come to suck your blood.’ While having the worlds fakest accent, he’s a little shit and loves the deadpanned expression you give him, or the pained smile, cause he knows he’s about to get it back.

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Ingo

- Ingo is very attentive, and always has your feeding days scheduled on his calendar, notes, and reminders just so he won’t forget. He knows you get your blood from ethical sources, and you can’t always drink from him, as his blood needs time to replenish, but he always keeps them scheduled.

- When you feed from him it’s romantic, candles lighting the room after a nice meal, soft music playing in the background as you pull him to your lap. Kissing him, before slowly kissing down his neck and making a small bite to lick from. Your comforting hold on him makes him feel secure and loved, it’s easily one of his favorite things.

- He never expects or hopes you visit him at work, as much as it would be cute, he stresses over you even getting the smallest amount of sun touching your skin. He doesn’t want you to burn.

- However, he does get shocked when you do, only for him to realize he’s stayed way passed hours, and you’ve come to retrieve him. He tries to apologize, but you just ask to have your beloved back home, and it usually ends with you two walking home, enjoying the cool air of the night.

- Ingo has a hard time ruining his sleep schedule, even when he works late he’ll still wake up at the same time, so you take whatever time you can get with him. As a result, when it’s his day off, he waits until the sun goes down and takes you on a lovely date around town, or even a picnic! He loves just being able to treat you and pamper you.

- Sometimes, if you two are watching a movie with vampires in it, he will ask you questions and wants to know the history, or even if just what they are saying is accurate or not. He gets so excited, if vampire history will be something he’s extremely passionate and knowledgeable in, as it’s a way for him to be closer to you.

- Ingo is very sweet and loving, but honestly he can be a pain for a vampire. He wakes up with the sun for work, makes coffee, a light breakfast, showers, gets dressed, then leaves after kissing your forehead, all of this would be fine, if you had not just started dozing off when his alarm went off. Of course you know you can’t do anything about that, but it just gets mildly annoying every work day. He tries so hard to be quiet, but he fails every time and then tries to whisper an apology, but he doesn’t even know how to whisper. But he does make up for it on his days off.

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Warden Ingo

- Meeting you was an experience he could never forget, it felt too familiar, and just felt right. So he stuck beside you, even if you couldn’t join him in the day, it was so secret you’d join him at night. The other wardens and clan leaders know you, and have met you, even if they do question why you are never seen when the sun is out.

- Warden Ingo is quite protective of you, and refuses to tell anyone your secret, you trusted him to know, and he refuses to break your trust! He doesn’t want to be alone again. But he adores when you join him on late night walks around the highlands when he’s doing the last of his patrol, or when he can’t sleep.

- Unlike the other two, he can’t get enough of you feeding from him, and you often have to put your foot down and tell him you’re done. You don’t want to risk drinking him dry, but he looks so hurt when you do, even if he understands and always apologizes afterwards. It’s just when you hold him so lovingly, keeping him close and comfort, with your lips pressing firmly against his wrist or neck, before tenderly biting and sucking on the wound. It makes his mind go into overdrive, like he’s been here before, but it’s too blurry and too many things are being thought of at once! If you just keep going he might remember more!

- You’re not mad at him for this, understanding that he just wants to remember who he use to be. You always whisper your love for him afterwards, letting him rest and sleep against you as he grows tired.

- As stated most villagers only see you at night, and occasionally see you and Ingo on dates at these times too! You’re well liked to those you have met, even Akari and Rei have somewhat adopted you as one of their guardians, since Ingo is like their uncle. They are stunned at the strength and speed you hold, it’s stuff of legends! And they can’t help but blabber away about how cool you are. Though it does make some people suspicious of you.

- Warden Ingo defends your honor and your name with a stern voice, once that shakes even Melli to the bone with how fiercely he protects your name.

- But most of all, the Warden loves coming back to his yurt to you, looking like you hadn’t been awake very long, making dinner for him. His heart melting at that soft ‘welcome home.’ You give him with a yawn, your fangs peeking from your lips.

- His memories will come back when they wish to, for now he will enjoy his moments with his beloved.

- Much like his Unovan counterpart, he wakes up with the sun, but unlike him, Warden Ingo actually knows up to get up from your shared bed without making a sound. The only way you know he’s gone is when you slowly start to wake up from the warmth slowly fading from his spot. He’s just about to put his shoes on when you let out a muffled “Ingo?” And like that he’s rushing back to you, apologizing for waking you, but kissing you on your forehead, cheek, and lips if you’re awake enough, before promising he’ll be back shortly after making his rounds.

[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”

[harveybwabbit92]

{Demon submas au: Ingo’s hunter S/o needs help with a vampire problem, she goes to Emmet for help since Ingo is busy.]

I-S/o: Will you form an allegiance-

Emmet: Sure.

I-S/o: ...to use sudden violence-

Emmet: Okay

I-S/o: Do you have the tools to turn a wooden mop handle into a stake?

Emmet:*Pulls a toolbox from his pocket space* What size?

[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.

[wardenswateringhole]

The Last Hunt - Part 1

Vampire Gateau x Vampire Hunter Emmet

This is the continuation of Undying Love

CW:

Blood (duh)

Violence

Cut placed for convenience. Enjoy.

Gateau hummed as he held Ingo to his chest. Ingo's warm body contrasted so heavily with his chilled skin. Soft blankets cocooned them together. Moonlight drifted in through a window. It was quiet and peaceful in this moment. Ingo chuckled as Gateau placed a hand on his swollen belly and felt light nudges against his hand.

“Someone isn't ready for bed...” Ingo smiled. “Not even born yet and already being difficult...”

“Ah but you both need rest.” Gateau nuzzled into Ingo's neck and rubbed the fussing soul not yet aware of the world. “We may play tomorrow. I could tell you another story. Would you like that, Little One?”

Frenzied kicks against his palm made Gateau laugh. “I will take that as a yes.” He sighed. “What about you, my dear? Anything you would like?”

“Just you.” Ingo answered, squeezing Gateau's arm against him. “As long as you're with me, everything is perfect.”

Gateau chuckled. “At least you are easy to please.” The pair laughed. The happy sound filling the silence of the night. It faded softly with sighs of contentment.

“Rest now, my loves. I will be here to greet you when you wake...”

“I love you, Ga--”

The shrill sound of something shattering rang out. Gateau shot upright. His eyes scanned the darkness as his ears listened vigilantly. Ingo sat up as well, a worried hand to his stomach. “What was that?”

“Intruder.” Gateau muttered. “They sound armed.”

Gateau pulled Ingo close to him and kissed his lips gently. Soft violet eyes stared at Ingo lovingly. “Stay here where it is safe. I will be back as soon as I can.”

Ingo wanted so badly to pull Gateau back when he left the bed. He was well aware that Gateau could handle himself. This wasn't the first encounter that was had since Ingo's arrival at Gateau's mansion. He had seen Gateau offer aid to a lost family one night and cut down a violent vagabond another.

Ingo had remained hidden through them all. Gateau asked it of him. Since they had found Ingo was pregnant, Gateau's protective nature had increased one hundred fold. There was no telling how others would react to a human carrying a vampire child, no matter how harmless they seemed.

Gateau made it a point to only feed on the ones that fought him. Ingo witnessed it once. It was far more violent than the bites he had received in their moments of intimacy. He was sure to excuse himself after that. Gateau still needed sustenance, just as he did. No matter how disturbing Ingo had found it to be.

Ingo watched Gateau quickly pull on a couple of articles of loose clothing before moving toward the door. “Please be careful.” Ingo called out after him. “I love you.”

“I will. Please do not worry. I love you too.”

The heavy door shut behind Gateau. Ingo sat in the bed, his heart beating hard and a squirming restless child within.

–

Gateau moved quickly down the corridor toward the foyer. The jingle of metal teased his ears. The intruder was not concerned with being stealthy.

Scenarios blazed through Gateau's mind. Best case scenario, it was a merchant who was clumsy and knocked something over. The worst case scenario...

Gateau entered the foyer to see a cloaked figure with a wide rimmed hat standing over the shattered remains of a vase that had been by the front door. They scarcely moved as Gateau appeared. Gateau moved toward them slowly but stopped as the hat rotated toward him, the figure's features completely hidden beneath it.

“Ah. Monster. There you are.” The figure regarded Gateau with a monotone voice. “A bit of broken porcelain brought you out.” They kicked at the shards of broken pottery. “So vain. Materialistic. Predictable.”

“Have you come to destroy my possessions and insult me before killing me, hunter?” Gateau scoffed. “Spare the theatrics and get on with your task. I am already bored with your presence.” Gateau stared at the figure curiously as they let out a quiet ominous laugh.

“No, Monster. I intend to draw this out. I am certain that you have taken something verrry precious to me. I am Emmet. I am here to take my brother back.”

Gateau's eyes narrowed. “Brother? You will have to be more specific. I so rarely have visitors.”

The figure's hand settled on the wide rimmed hat that obscured his face. “It will be easy for you to remember.” The hat was lifted away revealing silver eyes and silver hair just like Ingo's. The only difference was a wide unsettling smile that sat unwavering from the stranger's face. “He looks like me.”

Emmet tossed the hat aside and began to move slowly around Gateau. “Surely my face rings familiar? One of your meals? Or maybe... one of your thralls?”

Gateau began to step back slowly. This was not his first encounter with a vampire hunter. They often tried to pin him against the door to limit his movement. Old trick, but an advanced one. Younger hunters would just charge to their deaths. The veterans lived long enough to learn to take it slow. This man was not old. He looked young and bright, just like Ingo. He obviously was made of stronger stuff than the other hunters in the past.

“You are Ingo's brother.” Gateau spoke carefully, not willing to reveal more information than he needed to. “I am afraid he neglected to mention that he had a brother.”

“Was that before you killed him?” Emmet hissed, his hand slipping under his cloak. Gateau shook his head.

“He is alive and safe. I can take you to meet him if you like...”

“I am not so gullible as to fall for such a trick! I will not be made one of your pets like you did him!”

Gateau sighed. The hunter was not going to listen. Gateau had hoped it would not come to blows, but he could see it was unavoidable. Ingo was going to be very upset with him.

“Not a thrall.” Gateau grinned. “He was just so delectable. I kept his body around for seconds.”

“BASTARD!” Emmet screamed before rushing Gateau. His hidden hand made itself known once more with a swing toward Gateau. The blur of a wooden stake was not lost to Gateau. He dodged easily. Despite the airs the hunter had put on, he was still painfully human and a slave to his emotions. Goading him into making the first move was easier than Gateau had anticipated.

Gateau could feel the fire coming from Emmet's soul in his stare. The hunter swung angrily. His cheeks grew red with rage as Gateau side stepped the assault with ease. Gateau lifted his arm and swung and open palm at Emmet only for the hunter to back-flip away quickly.

Gateau could see the hunter's jaw tense with a look of annoyance. He looked down to find the stake planted deep in his chest, too far off mark to matter. He pulled it free and examined the wooden weapon. Blood stained around the hole in his shirt while the hole in his chest quickly closed. Gateau scoffed. “I wish you people would learn to aim.”

A glint of steel caught Gateau's eye as he tossed the bloody stake aside. Emmet sprang forth once more with sword in hand. Gateau could feel the wind off the blade as it blew past him. He stepped back just as a followup swing snagged his shirt, ripping it wide. A moment of concern sparked within him as he backed into a side table. His saving grace was in the form of a iron candelabra. He grabbed it and deflected the sword as it headed straight for his exposed chest.

Gateau had strength and experience on his side, but Emmet had quickness and evasion. For every heavy swing from Gateau, Emmet moved like a flash out of the way. For every attempted hit from Emmet, Gateau blocked it with ease. They moved in graceful circles as the battle raged on, like two dancers in hell's ballroom. The clanging of metal on metal and their grunts and huffs the only music that echoed in the halls of Gateau's mansion.

An unlucky swing granted Gateau an opening. He pushed Emmet's sword upward with the candelabra. “Your form is sloppy.”

“Eat a dick, Monster!”

“You offering?”

Emmet's expression shifted in shock. Gateau grabbed his wrist in the moment of distraction. He twisted and squeezed the joint, forcing Emmet to drop the sword. A large boot to his chest sent Emmet flying back toward the front door. He landed hard on the tiled floor, air leaving his lungs on impact. Gateau's laughter filled the foyer as he slowly tried to get back up.

Gateau lowered his gaze and shook his head. “Really now... Is that all you have, Hunter? Ingo should have told me his brother was such a--”

Gateau looked up just in time to see a glimmer of light headed toward him. His hand grasped the air in front of his forehead. A crossbow bolt sat tightly in his grasp. Blood trickled down into his eyebrow. The skin around the wound sizzled slightly, throwing a whiff of burnt flesh into the air.

Silver.

Emmet knelt on the ground with a crossbow pointed at his opponent, still panting heavily. His grin drawn back into a murderous sneer.

Gateau tossed the bolt away. His eyes widened and the playful smirk was gone. Not a word was spoken before Gateau closed the distance between himself and the downed hunter. Emmet swung the crossbow at Gateau in an effort to defend himself only to see it grabbed and pulled free of his own grip. It clattered uselessly against the far wall as Emmet stared into Gateau's glowing purple eyes. Gateau's hand grasped a hand full of hair at the nape of Emmet's neck and yanked him close. Emmet struggled against him desperately but could not stop the inevitable.

Gateau's fangs dug into Emmet's neck mercilessly. Blood erupted around his mouth and poured down Emmet's chest and back. Emmet gulped for air that did not seem to come to him. His hands pushed at Gateau's chest and grabbed feebly at Gateau's arm. Gateau could feel the quick thumping of Emmet's heart slow by the second. Emmet's movements grew weaker. His legs soon gave out, leaving him hanging by the large hand on the nape of his neck. Emmet's arm dropped limply as his eyes began to drift shut.

“GATEAU!”

Gateau's face spun toward the sound of his name. Ingo stood in the hall, clad only in a long night shirt and a look of horror on his face.

“Ingo! I told you to stay there! It's too dangerous!”

“That's my brother! Release him!”

Gateau looked back at the weakened, bloody form in his grasp. He dropped the hunter to the floor without care before moving quickly to Ingo's side. As he tried to to comfort his lover, Ingo pushed past him to meet his brother. Ingo stopped as Emmet rose to his knees slowly. His hand pressed the side of his neck and his eyes looked over Ingo with growing weariness. Ingo's eyes were wide with tears threatening to pour forth.

“Emmet!”

“I am Emmet.... I am... fine...” He tried to straighten his posture but to no avail. “Ingo...” His voice croaked out as blood filled his mouth. “You're...” His world was growing dark. Unconsciousness pulled at him, beckoning him into it's embrace. He soon had no choice but to comply.

“...fat.”

Emmet crumpled to the floor as Ingo screamed his name. His eyes drifted closed to the sight of his brother's tearful eyes meeting his own. He could feel Ingo's hands clutching at his clothing, shaking desperately as heartbreaking pleas for him to stay left his brother's lips.

Darkness drowned out all sight and sound as Emmet faded into the calmness of the void.

--

Waves of pain crashed on the shores of Emmet's consciousness. His body woke in pieces, each screaming out in their own agony. His own voice remained silent, still lost to the darkness that eroded away with each ache and throb. His other senses began to try to reach the surface. A deep breath brought in the scent of fresh linen. The warmth of soft fabric covered his skin. The sounds of sniffling and occasional sobs could be heard.

His vision became a blanket of muddled color as his eyes opened. Emmet's eyes focused slowly as he took in his surroundings. The warm tones of candlelight danced their way to clarity. He was in a large room, sparsely furnished but still warm and comfortable. He lay in a large bed. It was much larger and nicer than what he was used to. His nomadic lifestyle rarely offered more than a straw mattress that smelled of rain rot in a run down inn.

Emmet's eyes shifted to the source of the sorrowful sounds that had graced his ears before. A familiar face greeted him. Their eyes were reddened and stains of tears shed prior streaked their cheeks. They tried in vain to focus on a book they held in one hand while holding Emmet's hand in the other. Emmet felt their thumb run over the back of his hand softly. His mouth creaked open through the tightness around his jaw and neck.

“Ingo?”

Ingo's watery eyes met Emmet's instantly. “Emmet!”

The book was dropped unceremoniously to the side as he lunged forward and buried his face into Emmet's chest. His arms wrapped around Emmet's shoulders tightly. Emmet squeaked suddenly from the sudden movement, his body protesting the affection. Ingo sobbed into his shirt.

“I thought you were dead... I thought that was the last time I was going to see you...”

Emmet patted Ingo's back softly before attempting to shift himself to an upright position. His hand touched the bandages around his neck and shoulder.

“What happened?”

“You lost...” Ingo scoffed through his tears. Emmet's smile perked up slightly.

“Unfortunate.” Emmet muttered. “I like winning.”

He relished in the light laugh he got out of Ingo. It wasn't a big one but it was something. Emmet could remember the times that he used humor to soothe Ingo's tears in the past. His laughter was something he had sorely missed these past months.

Ingo took a breath and wiped his face. “Gateau saved you. He is very knowledgeable in medicine.”

“Is that so? He also tried to kill me.”

“You tried first. I saw the silver tipped bolt.” Ingo shook his head. “He had every right to destroy you. He would have if I hadn't...”

Ingo's face creased up and tears began to flow freely once more. Emmet sighed and wiped the tears from his brother's face. “I'm okay... Please don't cry...”

“I'm trying...” Ingo placed a hand to his swollen belly. Emmet's smile flattened as he glared down at it.

“Ingo... What's going on? Did he force himself on you!? Is he holding you against your will!?”

Ingo shook his head, eyes wide in shock. “N-no! Gateau has never hurt me!”

“Really?” Emmet's fingers grazed over the bite scars on Ingo's neck. Ingo pulled away as his face blushed.

“That's different!” Ingo's gaze lowered. He tapped his fingers together as crimson continued to cover his face and reach to the tips of his ears.” I... I like... the way... it feels...” Ingo swallowed hard. “During... you know.”

Emmet looked at Ingo incredulously. His hands gripped at the blankets tightly. The aching from his wound didn't stop him from tensing his jaw. “I do not understand. He's a monster.”

“He's a person!” Ingo snapped. “I'll ask you to stop calling him a monster!”

“He's a vampire! He kills people! He consumes blood! Did you forget that!?” Emmet ran a hand through his hair, his fingers curling into and tugging at his silver locks in frustration. “I came here to find you after months of no word! No letters! No messengers!” His smile pulled back into a tight grin. “I thought you were bewitched into being his thrall or worse! Turns out you're carrying the child of that-- that--” Emmet sighed heavily. His posture dropped and relaxed. “This goes against everything we have been taught...”

“I'm aware.” Ingo responded. His voice flat and succinct. “I do not care. I'm happy.” Ingo looked away as tears threatened to flow once more. “For the first time in years... I'm happy.”

“Ingo... I...”

“Enough.” Ingo stood and gathered up the discarded book that had thankfully landed on the edge of the bed. He looked to Emmet. “You can stay here until your wounds heal as long as you promise to not try anything to harm Gateau. You can decide what you would like to do after that time.”

“What about you?” Emmet asked, his voice quiet. Ingo sighed and shook his head slowly.

“I'm staying here. I love him. I love our child. I won't abandon them.”

Emmet looked himself over. He had been well tended to but his body was in no shape to protest the hospitality he had been shown. He looked back up to Ingo with a soft sigh. “I don't really have a choice in the matter. Thank you, Brother.”

“Don't thank me. Thank Gateau when you are able. It's by his grace that you get to stay at all.”

Emmet bristled at the words but nodded in agreement. Ingo nodded curtly before leaving without a word. Emmet huffed and stared at the blanket that covered his legs.

“You won't abandon them?” Emmet could feel tears welling in his eyes. “Then why did you abandon me?”

--

Part 2 HERE

Part 3 Coming Soon

[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

- soul eater au

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

[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.

[dianakarolinaingo]

...Now I'm not talking about the book, but about the legendary film by Francis Ford Coppola "Bram Stoker's Dracula" (1993). Of course, both before him and after, in many versions of "Dracula" the theme of immortal love is touched upon, but it is in Coppola's film that this is done so epic and subtly.

In this film version, Prince Dracula comes to London not to eat and kill everyone at once, or for no reason at all, but for the sake of Wilhelmina, the reincarnation of his tragically deceased wife, whom the Church refused to bury only because she committed suicide upon learning of a false death beloved husband. It was for her that Dracula came to London, it was for her that he risked and put himself in danger, and ultimately gave her the gift of immortality, which she herself wanted to receive from him in order to be with him forever. However, as always, according to the digestible cliche of "correctness", Dracula was killed, and Mina was instructed on the "true path", how to live "correctly", i.e. without really deep love and passion.

I ask you to understand me correctly. I'm not calling for everyone to be killed and eaten. I am a pacifist myself.

But I have always felt sorry for poor Dracula, both real and fictional. All this nonsense of stupid people about him, as a force of evil in history, in fact, was always based on the fables of the nobles embittered against him, who wanted to sell the Transylvanian lands to the Turks, which he simply did not allow to do while he was alive. And while he was alive, his country was considered. As for the terrible executions, you just need to honestly think and remember from history what other kings and lords around the world did and how they behaved in the old days. Of course, they also killed and executed. What is the history of the Tudors or the Borgia worth? So if you think about it, he killed or executed not so much more than others🔥

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[ranger-crow]

Black Hole Eclipse, Light That Burns the Sky, and 10,000,000 Volt Thunderbolt?

Black Hole Eclipse - What is the weirdest rumour you've heard recently?

Well I’ve been trying to get to know some of the rangers at Galar Ranger Union before I start on Monday, and this one girl who rooms near me is absolutely obsessed with all the celebrity news and gossip

There’s funny ones like how their dark type gym leader Piers is secretly a vampire. That Raihan had a procedure done to make his teeth all sharp. Or how that Bede kid that Chairman Rose has “taken under his wing” is his actual child.

She’s been really excited to ask me about various Unova rumors too- like if Elesa is actually Ingo and Emmet’s secret sister. Or of Skyla using her planes to smuggle Pokémon between regions.

10,000,000 Volt Thunderbolt - Do you like things to be more flashy or less flashy?

Generally less flashy. I’m a simple person, don’t really like that much attention- and while I am quite dramatic I certainly don’t think I reflect that in any way I dress or act with my ‘mons

Light That Burns the Sky - What legends do you like the most? Which ones the least?

Probably the Swords of Justice. I’m very well acquainted with them and have seen each of them several times over the years! They actually aid us rangers sometimes by bringing us injured pokemon in need of human intervention or guiding us to places that need our attention.

I think that they appreciate my offerings whenever I stop by an area I know they frequent. I’ll miss them while I’m in Galar <3

As for which ones I like the least- that’s a bit tricky. Maybe Heatran, since I know so little of them and haven’t had much interaction with it’s folklore over other Sinnoh legends.

[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.