#no ingo screaming his lungs off?

[mintaikk]

I don't like anime Emmet and Ingo. They're just cut & pastes of each other 😭

[spitinsideme]

I JUST WATCHED TROLLS 2 AND 3 AND POMNI AND FAGATHA ARE LITTERALY THAT ONE COUPLE IN TROLL 3 THEY ARE ACTUALLY BRUCE AND HIS WIFEE!!!! THEY ARE THEM!!!!

first of sll, i want to sy that youre completely right and this is kind of them and secomd of all, i am about to be hormh for trolls 2 world tpur delta the country troll because i need to talk aboitit so badly. im putting a warning now that i am going to he HORNY i will get NSFW !!! i jst neees to get this off my chest i domt.care read at your own risk ive warned yo all

for the record, i love and respext women and i think all women are complex and have so muxb to.them. i also am normal

this womaj right here ... this love of my life .. never ib my life hav ei thought that trolls coukd have sex appeal, i domt look st them and think yeah whatever fuckable because they never have. bit her ? her aura lf sadness, her i take no shit thing, her toughness ... god i get the sex appeal now i fucking get it because i want her so .. so badly ...

i want to.fuckimg RIDE her and i donr even mean her horse side i dont want to ride her like a cowgirl bit god if she wants to do it in cowgirl position i happily fucking ill get in posoition ill get rrady and god o will JUMP on whateber thr fucm she will have me juml on i dont even lime dick but if she had one ? im giving the most sloppy, toe curling, gut wrenching, hair pulling, blood sucking, world ending, pussy shatterimg, cock destroying, orgasm overload head of the WORLD. illngive a mew meaning to a blowjob and if she has a pussy shit ill fuckong eat it too id do whatever she wnated id get on my knees for her id hump the FUCK out of her four horse legs shw wpukd have my wetness stuck in her fur for weeks afrer that and id lick kt lff okay id clesn it off for her id use my tongue skills tp do the jlb RIGHR and id ensing eery ssimgle second of having my tomfue on her. i want her to mount me like a fuckong horse i want her on.top of me as i lay stosmxh on.the floor i want her destroying me i want my inskde ANNIHILATED !!!! i want her to fuck me so hard my ovaries become scrambled eggs abd she tames them out, fries them, seasoms them, and serves them to me on a plate and tells me i did a good job with her beautoful southern voice. i want her to literlly obliterate me i want her to trample me i want my stomach lining to be destroyed becayse she wilm shove her hoove so far down my thrlst that it will cause friction burn and make my saliva acidic i liteelaly want her to est me oit and make me see god and have him be disgusted and terrfied at the sounds im makimg he needs to be scared and regret ever making genitals for humans becayse the face and the sounds i will be making will caise him to start planning a homosapien extermaination to start over humanity because hes terrfied of what he created by giving humajs sexual pleasure thats how good she will eat me out.

and.god her voide ? her fucking voice ? her southern accent ???? take me already ??? i want tp make her scream i need to mske her scream i want to.her her say my namewith her southern accent and i want her to call me sweerie throufhout it and ill make sure i please her so much that she will say it bwcause indeserce ir after makung her eyes rolls baxk and her legs kick i wanr her to kick me as shes having an orgasn i aant her o literally send me flying woth her kicks she shpukd kick me so hard that inget internal bleeding but, even with blood driping down my mouth from my lungs being punctured from my broken ribs, i come back.to help ride her throifh her orgasm and give her as many more as she wants i want her pulling my hair until she rips it all out and ingo bald id have a wig eveey single time and id suoer glue it onto my head so i coukd fall how jars shes pulling i wsnt her to pull that superglued wig off every time and i want to have my skull showikg by the ampunt of skin and musfle she pulled off

AND THE HAID ???THE FUCKING HAIE ???? GOD !!!! IM GETTING STARTED ON THAT BECAUSE JESUF FUCKING CHRIST I MEAN JOLLY FUCKING JEEZ ILL DO ANYTHING JUST TAKE ME ALREASY !!! her hair looks sosos soft and i want to touch jt .. i woukd beg for some of her hair, and then id take crochet courses abd lesrn how to crochet and after id do all that and do lots of practice id make knickers and a bra using the hair she had so kindly given me and id wear it every single day every single hour eveeh single minite for all the secknds that pass and it wpukd feel like delta herself touching me everyrwhere in those places for so long id even make fill on clothes out of he rhair and id wear them rverday and id get the appeal of clorhed sex, id never take my clothes off anymore, i woukdnt even have to because just having those clothes on would count as clothed sex becaause of how lustful id feel just wesing them. everyrime id move and the fricrion make the clorhes get mkre omto my body id start sweating, abd the swear would make the cllthes stick mkre tonmy body abd at that point id have the mosr earth desteoyong orgasm, the ground bellw me would be so destroyed that i could see the other side of the world from the hole i jjst created using my hole do you undeeatand ? im gay for herm i want her. i want to make a dildo using her hoove shape, and then i want to make a.cover for it using her hair anr that thong woukd be inside me every single fucking dsy nonstop id neve rtake ir our, by day two it woukd be disimtegrated because of how wet id made ir i woukd mske it out of steel or whateve5 fuckingg stromg ass materail but the poert of my pussy and love woukd get it to disintgerate and go soggy lke paper. that thing woukd merge inside me that it woukd count as a third limb it wpukd count as a whole new beong inside me id name it. my medical records would have tonbe changed to account for the thing i made in her honour because it ould nor officialby be part of me. it woukd be in there forever.

basiclsly, what im trying to say is, i think shes a reallyy cool charavter 👍

[alexglitches]

Me: *saw this* beuwbvadciww OH MY ARCEUS YESYESYES! I LOVE THESES TWO! LOVE THEM SO DAMN MUCH! (Uh... no one asked, but is creepy is I say that I have a crush on these two?)

NOW, MY BRAINROT :)

Sub sib Yuu can take care of them easily since he has his Pokémon team (and Mewtwo), but they can be little shits when they want to make the haters' (and NRC bullies') lives a living hell, they just go with tears of kindness and crying at the top of their lungs.

SS (sub sib) Yuu: *bonsly tears* Why are you guys so mean? I was just minding my own business and you all started being so mean and bullying me…!!! Meanwhile in the Pokémon world… Ingo and Emmet: just minding their own business and working on an ordinary day like any other Big brother instincts: kicking and screaming Emmet: I'm Emmet and I'm a Subway Boss, I hear our lil sib crying and the word "bullying" coming from them. *murderous aura* Ingo: Normally I don't approve of violence, but I might let it slip one more time. *pretending not to remember the time they first invaded NRC riding Giratina and threatening and scaring the shit out of Crowley* Emmet: I'm Emmet and should I call Giratina? They adore and favor our lil sib as much as we do. Ingo: It won't be necessary, they're already here. *seeing Giratina's eyes in his and his twin's shadows* We already talked about this, even in our shadows you are on the subway and this is against security regulations. Please wait for us at the usual "meeting station" in the forest. Giratina: *grows* Urgh, fine… *telepathy* You two better hurry up, we have to go talk with that fool AGAIN. How stupid he can be? *mumbling grumpily*

Me: Crowley is a dead bird maan~~ he's in trouble~~~LOLOLOL CALL IT KARMA B*TCH!

Emmet: HELLO! I am Emmet, and this is Giratina, we are here to kick your ass!

Crowley:

Giratina and the Submas twins are obviously not happy with Crowley, and at this point, Giratina might as well appoint Sub Sib Yuu’s Mewtwo as their personal bodyguard lmao (as if they already don’t act like it)

(I’m gonna refer to sub sib Yuu’s Mewtwo as 16 now since it appeared in movie 16)

just imagine 16 in the shadows staring into the souls of anyone that comes into contact with yuu, if anyone tries to bully them or beat them up, Giratina gave 16 the full right to scare them off any way possible

Crowley can’t do shit about it either, what’s he gonna do, complain to their GOD? To ARCEUS? HELL NO, Crowley is terrified of Giratina already, he is NOT gonna talk to their CREATOR

arceus isn’t gonna do anything either lmao, let the sub sib have their fun

[bitebitesnap]

Despite being known as the Loud Twin, Ingo's not that loud.

His big voice is for the trains. He's able to speak up loud enough to overpower the squeal of the brakes and rush of wind in the station, but he's amazingly aware of when to tone it down again so it feels more like he's staying the same volume regardless of his surroundings. Outside of the station he's more reserved and quiet, only speaking louder when necessary but there's rarely a time for it.

Unless it's a battle.

In battles he loses some of his decorum. The rush of energy and excitement offsets his internal volume regulator and he starts to really scream. Some who hear him outside the subway during fights have seen him break into a smile almost like his twin's while raising his voice so high it can be heard over the loudest explosion-though it usually results in him quieting down some if he overdoes it.

Then there's Emmet who can confidently make him scream at the top of his lungs whenever he wants by deciding he's had enough with someone. Yes it is worse outside of the station-he has no need for composure if he's pissed off when off the clock.

[leggerefiore]

Another parenting prompt:

How do Ingo and Emmet react to their kids wandering off and disappearing?

Imagine they take their eyes off their child for a split second, and when they look back and the kids just vanished. Do they remain calm or are they panicking? If they panic, how do they act and feel? And how do they act when finally being reunited?

Bonus points if the little ones are perfectly safe and just wandered off to follow a cool-looking Pokemon.

To be fair to Ingo, he would just have to shout at the top pf his lungs and Erin would immediately beeline for him.

▲Ingo▼

Ingo would consider himself an attentive parent. He wanted to be available and watchful over Erin, as he could see the little boy's many difficulties in coming into himself. It was rare he took his eyes off him without also having a hand on him, yet one of the few times he failed to do all that, he turned around to find the small child gone. He felt frantic as he turned his head to gaze around the Nimbasa street, thinking maybe he had just stepped away to stare at something interesting. There was no hide nor hair of Erin anywhere in sight.

Panic began to bundle up deep inside his heart. Thoughts of completely ridiculous scenarios filled his head. What if Team Plasma took him? What if… What if a Zoroark somehow mistook him for a little Zorua with how quiet he was? His breaths grew fast and heavy as more and more worrying thoughts filled his head.  A Krookodile eating him… ���ERIN!” The Subway Boss put in his best shout that he mostly used to alert departing passengers the train was about to leave. A few people passing by froze at the sheer volume, and he scared off some poor roosting Pidoves.

Suddenly, he watched Erin re-emerge from an alleyway. His little feet carried him back to his obviously distressed and upset father while holding something in his arms. Ingo felt relief crash into him at the sight of his unharmed son. Kneeling down, he readied himself to scold the boy for running off. Yet, before he truly could, Erin held out a strange pokemon. It looked like a Pikachu, sure, but… It was unnerving. Erin seemed to adore it, however, while pressing it closer to him in a hug. The pokemon squeaked out a “Mimikyu!” in response to the affection.

“... Ah, well… I suppose if you made a friend…” Ingo had no idea where this pokemon came from, “I can't be that mad.” He pet the boy's head, who only smiled up at him sheepishly.

Now, he had a new situation. Finding this likely lost pokemon's owner and breaking that to Erin.

He nearly screamed at the strange black appendage that came out to pet Erin like he just had.

▽Emmet△

Emmet was machine a Braviary with how he kept watch on his beloved girls. It was hard for him to get distracted from any task he actually focused on, and they rarely had a chance to ever escape him without his knowing exactly where they had gone off to. Yet, Elesa had suddenly caught him unaware as he was walking them through the amusement park as a surprise on his day off. She had eagerly greeted him with a hug, which he obviously could not resist returning. In those few moments alone, Emma and Inka had both somehow run off together.

When they broke the quick hug, he looked around to introduce them to the gym leader again, but found they were both gone. He froze and his smile dropped. His eyes scanned the area around him for any signs of them. When there were none, panic soaked in. The amusement park was a large place filled with many people! What if someone took them? Before his distress could grow any worse, Elesa asked him what was wrong. Emmet barely managed to get it out in words, but she understood, long coming to know his little quirks. Brought him to the gym and used the PA system to call out for the girls to meet their father there.

He waited with bated breaths, even sending out his pokemon to search. Archeops took to the skies, while Eelektross slithered through the crowds with alarming speeds. Soon enough, a familiar pouting face broke through the masses of people to reappear before him. He picked Emma up and squeezed her tightly. That was one of two. He could only wonder why she wandered off, but her attention seemed to shift to Elesa, staring at her intently. He was confused. Putting her down, she walked over to the model and began to ask about her clothing. Elesa just giggled and entertained the girl's questions. She seemed more content to remain in place, and the gym leader was watching her.

Emmet returned to his fretting. Where was Inka? She was the one he was most worried about with his ability to just end up in the strangest locations. He could only wait, however. His heart raced in his chest with each passing moment. He did not want Emma to have to go through what he did with Ingo. Especially, so young… His panic was ended with a screech. Elelektross came racing back to him, with Archeops circling just above.

The electric type dropped the missing twin, who angrily stomped her foot at it after regaining her footing. Before she could make any more gestures, Emmet scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Inka let out a whine as she shifted away from him. He gasped. In her arms was a pokemon! A Sneasel seemed to look around in confusion within her arms. Where had she found that?

“Inka?” he asked, confused. Emma had even returned to his side, a bit jealous her sister was getting carried and not her. “Is that someone's pokemon?” he did not want to have to scold her about taking other's pokemon.

“No! It was eating trash and fell in the can! Me and Emma helped get her out!” she pouted at his accusation. Emmet giggled. Oh, what sweet little girls! They were temporarily forgiven for the stress.

Only temporarily. They got a verrrry tight hug and a scolding when they got home later that day.

[onestepbackwards]

I'm back again with part 3 of the SubMas BeeGearStation Wasp Queen Reader!

CW: AFAB Reader, violence, compromising positions, yandere stuff.

Everything went so fast. Way too fast for you think clearly. The last time, you were cornered by the insane Bee Kings. The next thing you know, you are now holding one of them hostage in your arms in a nelson hold. One of your hands grabbed his antenna, threatening to rip it off of his head.

Emmet stood completely still. Seeing his brother in a hostage position held by you made him feel that he too is in danger. You are certainly not a wasp to be played around with. You are quick and strong, a combination of traits that are present in a professional leader.

A leader. A Queen.

Their Queen.

Emmet glanced at his brother, and Ingo glaced back to him. Both stared at each other for a moment and finally, one of them speaks.

"My Queen, isn't this rather cruel of you? We were just trying to make you feel good. Make us feel good. No harm will be done if you decide to comply. Can you let my brother go, please?" Emmet tries to persude you with his sweet voice, but you are unmoved.

You froze, hand stil gripping Ingo's antenna, ready to rip it whenever there is a sudden move. You firmly demanded for your workers to be freed. You want your workers to be let go right now. Emmet shook his head, looking dissappointed.

"We cannot do that, Queen. That would be a breach in the contact, you know. Now, let my brother go, please." Emmet asked you politely once again.

You riggidly stood where you are, still unmoved. Emmet sighed.

"Alright, if you insist it to be this way." He glanced once again to his brother, who in turns stomped on your foot, making you feel pain. You yelped and Ingo managed to free himself from your grasp. Immediately, you put some distance from him.

Now you are trapped in between the Kings. This made you became even more anxious. You reached for a chair near you and quickly throw it to Emmet. He clearly didn't expect the counter attack, and immediately fell backwards. That'll buy you sometime.

You spread your wings and shot yourself out of the room, flying straight to your workers' part of the rooms. Upon arriving, you screamed on top of your lungs to alert your workers to flee immediately. The doors opened and your workers promptly fly to follow you out of the bees' nest.

All of you are going to escape this madness. All of you are going to survive.

After several minutes of flying, you finally see the end of the tunnel, where a faint light awaits for you to bask in it. You quickened your pace, and ordered your workers to do the same.

"QUEEN! PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE US! WE NEED YOU!" the Kings' voices loudly penetrated your hearing. You felt yourself panicked again but decided to ignore them.

"WE HAVE YOUR WORKER HERE WITH US! IF YOU DO NOT STOP, WE WILL RIP HER WINGS APART!" Their voices once again boomed.

This time, you slowed down and stopped, looking back. Your saw your confused worker, terrified sweat lining her face. She had her wings clutched by Emmet, who looks awfully calm in a situation like this.

Anxiety and desperation clawed your mind. What are you going to do now? You are all so close to freedom. Is there a way to defuse this situation?

You glanced to the Kings, their expression unreadable. There are hints of anger, betrayal, sadness, and desperation coloring them.

Thinking quickly, you decided to lower yourself down to the ground and approach the Kings, silently offering your wrists to them in exchange for the safety of your workers. This action of yours made your workers gasped, as they are now confused. The hostaged worker was finally let go. She immediately flew to your other workers' crowd, searching for comfort.

Your workers also tried to descent to the ground, but you barked an order at them to stay afloat. Whatever it takes, they have to be free from here.

The Kings hummed gladly. They took your hands with theirs, squeezing harshly at them. Unhinged delight painted their faces.

Some of your workers tried to protest, rushing towards you to get you back to them. You shouted them to stay back and to go back to the wasp colony immediately. They quickly stopped at their tracks, and sadly obeyed your order. They do not want this, but an order is an order.

"My my, such charisma your have among your workers there, Queen! You are definitely something, huh?" Emmet giggled darkly.

"Queen, let us go back to our room. You need a rest, that's for sure." Ingo rubbed your hand gently, trying to coax you to his and his brother's room.

You begrudgingly glared at the Kings, but nodded eventually. Trying to stay strong in front of your workers who are looking at your back with worried eyes. They do not want to leave their Queen, but following you right now is not an ideal choice. They are warily watching you as you walked back to the bees' nest with the Kings.

You need a new plan to solve this problem on your own.

-MintyAnon.

MintyAnon comin in with the good shit 👀

Poor Queen, but we love the drama with yandere kings and a Queen who’s still a fighter. We love to see it! Especially the workers still wanting ti help you.

Thanks for sending this in!

[r0-boat]

I'm back again with part 3 of the SubMas BeeGearStation Wasp Queen Reader!

CW: AFAB Reader, violence, compromising positions, yandere stuff.

Everything went so fast. Way too fast for you think clearly. The last time, you were cornered by the insane Bee Kings. The next thing you know, you are now holding one of them hostage in your arms in a nelson hold. One of your hands grabbed his antenna, threatening to rip it off of his head.

Emmet stood completely still. Seeing his brother in a hostage position held by you made him feel that he too is in danger. You are certainly not a wasp to be played around with. You are quick and strong, a combination of traits that are present in a professional leader.

A leader. A Queen.

Their Queen.

Emmet glanced at his brother, and Ingo glaced back to him. Both stared at each other for a moment and finally, one of them speaks.

"My Queen, isn't this rather cruel of you? We were just trying to make you feel good. Make us feel good. No harm will be done if you decide to comply. Can you let my brother go, please?" Emmet tries to persude you with his sweet voice, but you are unmoved.

You froze, hand stil gripping Ingo's antenna, ready to rip it whenever there is a sudden move. You firmly demanded for your workers to be freed. You want your workers to be let go right now. Emmet shook his head, looking dissappointed.

"We cannot do that, Queen. That would be a breach in the contact, you know. Now, let my brother go, please." Emmet asked you politely once again.

You riggidly stood where you are, still unmoved. Emmet sighed.

"Alright, if you insist it to be this way." He glanced once again to his brother, who in turns stomped on your foot, making you feel pain. You yelped and Ingo managed to free himself from your grasp. Immediately, you put some distance from him.

Now you are trapped in between the Kings. This made you became even more anxious. You reached for a chair near you and quickly throw it to Emmet. He clearly didn't expect the counter attack, and immediately fell backwards. That'll buy you sometime.

You spread your wings and shot yourself out of the room, flying straight to your workers' part of the rooms. Upon arriving, you screamed on top of your lungs to alert your workers to flee immediately. The doors opened and your workers promptly fly to follow you out of the bees' nest.

All of you are going to escape this madness. All of you are going to survive.

After several minutes of flying, you finally see the end of the tunnel, where a faint light awaits for you to bask in it. You quickened your pace, and ordered your workers to do the same.

"QUEEN! PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE US! WE NEED YOU!" the Kings' voices loudly penetrated your hearing. You felt yourself panicked again but decided to ignore them.

"WE HAVE YOUR WORKER HERE WITH US! IF YOU DO NOT STOP, WE WILL RIP HER WINGS APART!" Their voices once again boomed.

This time, you slowed down and stopped, looking back. Your saw your confused worker, terrified sweat lining her face. She had her wings clutched by Emmet, who looks awfully calm in a situation like this.

Anxiety and desperation clawed your mind. What are you going to do now? You are all so close to freedom. Is there a way to defuse this situation?

You glanced to the Kings, their expression unreadable. There are hints of anger, betrayal, sadness, and desperation coloring them.

Thinking quickly, you decided to lower yourself down to the ground and approach the Kings, silently offering your wrists to them in exchange for the safety of your workers. This action of yours made your workers gasped, as they are now confused. The hostaged worker was finally let go. She immediately flew to your other workers' crowd, searching for comfort.

Your workers also tried to descent to the ground, but you barked an order at them to stay afloat. Whatever it takes, they have to be free from here.

The Kings hummed gladly. They took your hands with theirs, squeezing harshly at them. Unhinged delight painted their faces.

Some of your workers tried to protest, rushing towards you to get you back to them. You shouted them to stay back and to go back to the wasp colony immediately. They quickly stopped at their tracks, and sadly obeyed your order. They do not want this, but an order is an order.

"My my, such charisma your have among your workers there, Queen! You are definitely something, huh?" Emmet giggled darkly.

"Queen, let us go back to our room. You need a rest, that's for sure." Ingo rubbed your hand gently, trying to coax you to his and his brother's room.

You begrudgingly glared at the Kings, but nodded eventually. Trying to stay strong in front of your workers who are looking at your back with worried eyes. They do not want to leave their Queen, but following you right now is not an ideal choice. They are warily watching you as you walked back to the bees' nest with the Kings.

You need a new plan to solve this problem on your own.

-MintyAnon.

👀🍿 this shit is honestly so exciting!

Of course if the yan!kings are desperate enough they'll use and do anything to keep you with them~

[mikovwrites]

SubMas: BeeGearStation AU with Wasp Queen Reader

Chapter 3.

Content Warnings: AFAB Reader, violence, compromising positions, yandere stuff.

Everything went so fast. Way too fast for you to think clearly. The last time, you were cornered by the insane Bee Kings. The next thing you know, you are now holding one of them, hostage, in your arms in a Nelson hold. One of your hands grabbed his antenna, threatening to rip it off of his head.

 

Emmet stood completely still. Seeing his brother in a hostage position held by you made him feel that he too is in danger. You are certainly not a wasp to be played around with. You are quick and strong, a combination of traits that are present in a professional leader.

 

 A leader. A Queen.

 

Their Queen.

 

Emmet glanced at his brother, and Ingo glanced back at him. Both stared at each other for a moment and finally, one of them speaks.

 

"My Queen, isn't this rather cruel of you? We were just trying to make you feel good. Make us feel good. No harm will be done if you decide to comply. Can you let my brother go, please?" Emmet tries to persuade you with his sweet voice, but you are unmoved.

 

You froze, hand still gripping Ingo's antenna, ready to rip it whenever there is a sudden move. You firmly demanded that your workers be freed. You want your workers to be let go right now. Emmet shook his head, looking disappointed.

 

"We cannot do that, Queen. That would be a breach of the contract, you know. Now, let my brother go, please." Emmet asked you politely once again.

 

You rigidly stood where you are, still unmoved. Emmet sighed.

"All right, if you insist it to be this way." He glanced once again to his brother, who in turn stomped on your foot, making you feel pain. You yelped and Ingo managed to free himself from your grasp. Immediately, you put some distance from him.

 

Now you are trapped in between the Kings. This made you even more anxious. You reached for a chair near you and quickly throw it to Emmet. He didn't expect the counter-attack and immediately fell backwards. That'll buy you some time

 

You spread your wings and shot yourself out of the room, flying straight to your workers' part of the room. Upon arriving, you screamed at the top of your lungs to alert your workers to flee immediately. The doors open and your workers promptly fly to follow you out of the bees' nest.

 

All of you are going to escape this madness. All of you are going to survive.

 

After several minutes of flying, you finally see the end of the tunnel, where a faint light waits for you to bask in it. You quickened your pace and ordered your workers to do the same.

 

"QUEEN! PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE US! WE NEED YOU!" the Kings' voices loudly penetrated your hearing. You felt panicked again but decided to ignore them.

 

"WE HAVE YOUR WORKER HERE WITH US! IF YOU DO NOT STOP, WE WILL RIP HER WINGS APART!" Their voices once again boomed.

 

This time, you slowed down and stopped, looking back. You saw your confused worker, terrified sweat lining her face. She had her wings clutched by Emmet, who looks calm in a situation like this.

 

Anxiety and desperation clawed your mind. What are you going to do now? You are all so close to freedom. Is there a way to defuse this situation?

 

You glanced at the Kings; their expression unreadable. There are hints of anger, betrayal, sadness, and desperation colouring them.

 

Thinking quickly, you decided to lower yourself down to the ground and approach the Kings, silently offering your wrists to them in exchange for the safety of your workers. This action of yours made your workers gasp, as they are now confused. The hostage worker was finally let go. She immediately flew to your other workers' crowd, searching for comfort.

 

Your workers also tried to descend to the ground, but you barked an order at them to stay afloat. Whatever it takes, they have to be free from here.

 

The Kings hummed gladly. They took your hands with theirs, squeezing harshly at them. Unhinged delight painted their faces.

 

Some of your workers tried to protest, rushing towards you to get you back to them. You shouted at them to stay back and to go back to the wasp colony immediately. They quickly stopped in their tracks, and sadly obeyed your order. They do not want this, but an order is an order.

 

"My, my! Such charisma you have among your workers there, Queen! You are something, huh?" Emmet giggled darkly.

 

"Queen, let us go back to our room. You need a rest, that's for sure." Ingo rubbed your hand gently, trying to coax you to his and his brother's room.

 

You begrudgingly glared at the Kings but nodded eventually. Trying to stay strong in front of your workers who are looking at your back with worried eyes. They do not want to leave their Queen, but following you right now is not an ideal choice. They are warily watching you as you walked back to the bees' nest with the Kings.

 

You need a new plan to solve this problem on your own.

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585 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

Ingo's Jacked

OK so I had to write this post into existence you're welcome

A little OOC but it was in the favor of the funny

Word Count: ~1200

Emmet smiled broadly. Finally, he and Ingo had a day off. Usually on days off, they just laid around at home, but Emmet had wanted to show Ingo some of their favorite places from their childhood, since Ingo still had not seen them since his disappearance - and subsequent reappearance. Ingo was definitely regaining his memories, but he did not have everything back yet. Emmet wished to remedy this. He led Ingo up the mountainside by the hand, grinning at his twin. Ingo frowned back at him, his eyes glittering with excitement.

“Did you remember something?”

“Yes. I remember the day you found your Tynamo here.” He paused, his eyebrows knitting in concentration. “And… I believe I found Drilbur that day, too. We were supposed to be home early but you saw Tynamo retreat into Chargestone Cave and you wanted it.” Emmet nodded.

Things were definitely getting better.

The two brothers stopped at the mouth of the cave, looking out over the landscape of Unova. Ingo sighed. Emmet turned to him, investigating his face. “This reminds me of Hisui. I would sit and admire the view for hours between my Warden duties. My favorite spot was not far from my Lady’s den. The only problem that the spot had was that sometimes there was an Alpha Skuntank that would linger nearby and see me. It is nice to not have to worry about that on this track.” No sooner had those words left his mouth before the two heard a horrible screeching overhead. They whirled around, looking for the source of the noise.

A massive Hydreigon towered above them, perched on a cliff ledge near the entrance to the cave. It regarded them with black eyes, screeching in aggression again. Emmet immediately made a mad grab for one of his Pokeballs and glanced at Ingo to see which Pokemon he would toss out first before realizing that Ingo was no longer standing next to him. Emmet whipped his head up.

Ingo was running. Directly towards the dragon. With no Pokeball in his hand.

“Ingo!” Emmet screamed. Ingo must not have heard him, though, as he gave no indication that the sound had even left Emmet’s throat. His brother lunged as the dragon reared, jumping from its perch and swooping into the air, making a dive for Ingo. Emmet stood, frozen, stunned. What the hell had caused Ingo to derail?

“All aboard!” Ingo called as the Hydreigon dived at him. Emmet tensed as Ingo tucked and rolled at the last second, narrowly avoiding its claws. On his way back up, he grabbed one of the three necks of the Hydreigon, the rightmost one. He squeezed it as it soared back up, roaring with surprise. Emmet watched as his twin used the momentum to swing himself around, grabbing the neck of the far left one, pulling hard. The dragon gave a guttural wail, zooming back towards the ground in shock. Just before it hit, Ingo let go of one of the necks and swung himself over the back of the creature, riding it down as it smashed heads-long into the rock. It sat there for a moment, stunned, allowing Ingo to react again. He leaped off the creature, grabbing the two limp heads in his hands as he swung the creature up and over himself in a graceful arc, it seeming to linger in the air for half a second, before it slammed into the ground again, its own weight used against it. The third head landed under the body and it gave a strangled squawk as it went limp, knocked out. Ingo then went over and looked at the creature, placing a hand on its body. “It’s merely unconscious. We should depart shortly before it wakes up.”

Emmet stood, dazed, wondering if what he saw was real. He found that his mouth no longer worked, his vocal cords dried up and useless. He knew his mouth was floundering, not unlike a Basculin out of water. He stood there for a full minute. Two. His Pokeball was still in his hand, raised and ready to throw. The shock, however, was slowly ebbing away. Some new emotion was taking hold of him.

“Ingo…”

“Emmet? Are you alright? You seem perturbed-”

“Ingo, what the fuck?” Emmet looked at him incredulously. “What the actual fuck? Is that what you were doing this whole time in Hisui? Fist fighting Pokemon?”

“Emmet-”

“You said you have not mentioned everything. And you just happened to gloss over this?” he asked, gesturing to the unconscious heap of deadly dragon. “And you say I’m the impulsive one! That I’m the careless one!”

“Emmet-”

“Really, I wish I had a video of that! Elesa would kill to-”

“Emmet!” Ingo shouted, cutting off his rambling. He was pointing behind Emmet, a worried expression on his face. Emmet turned around and saw the Hydreigon getting back up. Emmet rolled his eyes.

He pulled out an Ultra Ball at the now-concussed monster, still screaming, “Oh and you! What was that! Did he pay you? Is that it? Are you a paid actor?” The poor dark dragon barely had the ability to sit up again before it was smacked with a well-aimed Pokeball, the ball hardly shaking as it caught. “That thing had to be at least 350 pounds and you just lifted it like a sack of potatoes! What the hell were you eating, Ingo? What were they giving you? Meth? Opium? Was your diet pure testosterone supplements?” Emmet was now pacing, waving his hands around wildly.

“I saw you’d gained muscle. And that’s great! But you never mentioned you could backflip a grown Hydreigon. What else are you hiding? Can you walk on water? What skills did they teach you there? How did you just learn this shit-”

“Emmet, I had to fend for myself daily. There was a kind woman who taught me basic martial arts. I acted on instinct. I apologize if it was jarring-”

“Jarring?! Ingo, you just hefted one of the deadliest Pokemon in the entire region like it was a Lillipup! What kinds of instincts were ingrained into you? Is this why your back is so compressed?” Emmet continued on in this manner for a little longer. Then he suddenly found himself in the air, warm hands pressed against his back as he was lifted clear above Ingo. He squawked in surprise. “Iiiiii-INGO WHAT THE HELL!”

Ingo calmly left him aloft, not saying anything for a moment as Emmet shouted at him. “You know I don’t like heights!”

“Then if I set you down, will you allow me a chance to speak?” Ingo asked him. Emmet took a deep breath in. Let it out.

“Fine. As long as you explain yourself.” Ingo’s arms lowered, allowing Emmet to slip out of his grip and onto the sweet, sweet ground. He scuttled away from Ingo a little bit, now aware that if he really got annoyed, he could snap Emmet in half like a toothpick. He wouldn’t. But the fact that in theory, he could…

“Hisui was harsh. Alpha Pokemon were common. I had to defend myself for some time without the use of Pokemon. So I trained in order to be able to survive. That is why I am now proficient in some more skills. You want to ask me something?” he questioned, looking at Emmet’s hopeful gaze.

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Meet Burger, the prototype for the joltik sewing pattern im making.

If I were to make the pattern a free digital download, would anyone be interested in making one? All I ask is you don't use the pattern or any joltik made from it to sell!

Please LMK in the tags and replies if theres interest, I'm fixing the pattern a little bit before I make it available

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Has this been done yet

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My #1 post of 2022

POV: your brother came home absolutely jacked after being missing for years and when you were out together you ran into a wild hydreigon and he fist fought it and fucking won

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[rays-writing-corner]

thing ive been working on on and off- i wrote a lot of this in just one sitting lol.

it takes a bit of "zombie apocalypse" and "pokerus turns humans to Pokemon" and meshing them together into... this.

“Just a bit longer, my friends,” she murmured to Lopunny and infernape, “we just need to hold it off.” 

The luxray lunged, only to be promptly roundhouse kicked in the jaw by Lopunny. The normal type chitters at it aggressively, and infernape was quick to sock it in the side. 

Luxray snarled and its fur bristled- giving Zisu just enough time to leap back as it emitted a shockwave of electricity. 

Lopunny staggered, making Zisu quickly recall it as infernape winced in pain but managed to avoid paralysis. 

She glanced behind her- the cart was at the gate. Only a few more seconds. 

She ran a hand over steelix’s ball, but she could practically feel how exhausted it still was behind the apricot.

Alright. It was fine. It would be fine. 

“Infernape! Stone edge!” 

Luxray stumbled away from the sharp stones and screamed again, glaring as the air shimmered around infernape-

“Jump back! Quick!” 

-who dodged just as a heavy streak of lightning thunders down from the sky, shaking the earth. 

Infernape was shaking. It wouldn’t be able to dodge like that or take another hit. Zisu ground her teeth together. 

A quick glance behind revealed the cart being most of the way through the gates. She took a deep breath and recalled infernape, turning around and bolting for the gate- 

The cart was though when she got halfway there, and the luxray didn’t sound like it was chasing her- 

“ZISU WATCH OUT!” 

She started at warden Ingo’s voice, nearly tripping as the man lunged farward- not aimed at her but- 

A shinx latched into the warden’s arm, teeth digging through his coat and tunic. Ingo was quick to grab it by the scruff and toss it away, urging Zisu to continue running into jubalife. 

She grabed his arm as she went- knowing he would have remained outside of jubalife’s walls if she didn’t drag him inside. 

The gates slammed behind them, and Zisu panicked a little when Ingo slid to the ground beside her, wheezing as he clutched his chest. 

She murmured and apology as she scooped him up and rushed into galaxy hall- turning sharply into the medical wing and calling for pesselle. 

The warden groaned in her arms- and she was painfully aware that it probably wasn’t from the wound in his chest. 

She could feel his skin harden as she clutched him close to her chest. It was to late- but maybe, just maybe- 

Pesselle had been working on a cure. It was mainly tested on the sick Pokémon that had in jubalife, but Zisu hoped that it might work on a human too. Even if it… wasn’t always a successful cure. 

The nurse rushed towards them, eyes already focused in on the man in her arms, “was he moving around to much again-?” 

“Worse,” Zisu said, “bitten.” 

Pesselle’s mouth became a thin line, “…ill do what I can.”

[yanban-san]

I had a dream about the Demon Submas brothers seeing their Darling with bruises or even a split lip or something, from one of the few times they were too distracted by something else to be actively watching her- like perhaps a "problem" they had to deal with, like Elesa saw that one time.

They're freaking out, furious that something had DARED to harm their Darling, she seems so tired too! When she speaks her voice cracks and is hoarse, like she'd been screaming her lungs out! What an ordeal she must have gone through! Ingo is the one who can keep it together well enough to be able to ask her what happened...

And this is how they find out Darling is a closet metalhead who can and will go ballistic in a good mosh pit and thinks a great time consists of getting absolutely bodied in one of those things where two walls of people charge at each other and collide in the middle. Where being picked up and put on a stranger's shoulders to fist-fight someone else in the middle of the mosh is a Good Time.

Like, there's Darling just sitting there with a cup of tea and dressed modestly like you'd expect her wild nights to be visiting the library or getting a cup of coffee, and she's just casually saying "Oh, yeah, I had tickets to a death metal concert. Sodomy Lobotomy's gigs are always crazy, I think I broke a few ribs at one I went to last year. Good times!"

The brothers were so, so confused, relieved and concerned all at once.

This is hilarious to me Anon; I don't personally listen to heavy metal or anything (Metal gives me the anxiety) But like...

It's moshin' time

adsjf good stuff

Tags: Demon/Monster AU, Fluff

CW: Slight hypnosis/Demon mind-bending stuff , no NSFW though

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They were distraught.

For one night- For one, singular night-

They had had to take their eyes off of you. Another Eldritch Demon was getting a little too close for their comfort, evidently snooping around as to why the great Kudari and Nobori had suddenly decided to abandon their abode and dwell among mere mortal humans-

It needed to be dealt with, of course- Aaand it may've taken a fair bit more time and effort than they'd originally intended to take- But no matter! Gear Station was safe, as were you- And no one was any wiser. They returned to their abode, ensuring you were okay; And you were. It was the early morning hours and you'd be getting up soon, so they prepared for your arrival at Gear Station instead! Happy to greet their beloved little soulmate, to talk to you, to hear you speak to them...!

Ingo was particularly happy- It was, after all, him who finally managed to kill their bastard nosy neighbor before it would manage to tear apart the fabric of time and space in this reality. If you'd known, you'd be hugging him tightly and thanking him, wouldn't you? He closed his eyes as his mind drifted to fluffy daydreams- Humans could be very cute worrying over little things. Would you fret and fawn over him and Emmet if you'd known they'd been in a life or death battle just a few hours ago? Kissing his face, asking if he was wounded, asking if he wanted to hold you, anything to make him feel better- Maybe you'd bring in some sweet or something for the Depot Agents that he could steal a taste of.

Yes, you'd be very sweet for him- Emmet was thinking similar thoughts, though he intended to act a little on them- You wouldn't mind if he hugged you a little more than usual today, would you? Of course not, of course not! And if he told you of how he'd nearly gotten electrocuted on the train tracks, maybe you'd fret over him- You were so cute when you worried over him, paying attention to him-!

Until you did arrive at Gear Station.

Agent Ramses was your supervising agent today, which... would be interesting. Ramses was not one for liking to supervise anyone or anything; He was much more an engineer than a baby sitter, and you were... quite a baby to him, the way his bosses coddled you. It didn't matter to him that you were their precious soul-whatever, just that you could do your work well! He'd be shoving you off onto Jackie, or maybe even making you do inspection work with the Bosses themselves- Yeah, that could work- As quickly as possible. Just anything to get you out of his hair for the day-

"M-morning, sir." You remarked weakly, raising your hand in a salute.

Ramses looked over you, feeling his blood turn cold and his stomach drop.

Your face-

You had tried to cover it with makeup, but there was a strange cut on your cheek- Not to mention your busted up lip. And your voice. He was used to hearing it much louder- and much more chipper. Your arm quivered as you held it up, and you dropped it much quicker than normally; Evidently hurting to raise it even as much as you had to for the salute.

"Good morning, Miss- You feeling alright this morning?"

"Eh, a little tired- But otherwise- g-good!" You smiled weakly. "A-Am I to report to the Bosses this morning?"

"Of course, But-"

"Alright, I'll be right, b-back!" You waved and walked away fast- Faster than Ramses could stop you.

"What's the matter, Ramses? You look as pale as Lord Emmet's coat."

Ramses turned to Jackie, who'd just walked up- Evidently expecting that he'd want to get you off his back as soon as possible. Though Jackie did not like the expression written on his coworker's face-

"Their- The Bosses'- uh, that- that girl-" He stuttered out, evidently at a loss for words-

"Slow down there, Ramses- What's wrong with the Lady?"

"She's-She's been injured, Jack."

And Jackie adopted the same horrified expression that Ramses' face portrayed.

Oh no.

Well, the Depot Agents would certainly pity- Or well, probably not- the fool who'd touched you.

Emmet and Ingo were blissfully unaware of any problem- They were simply eagerly awaiting your arrival. Emmet reacted first when he heard the door swing open, practically jumping up from his desk to greet you; His cute, sweet little love-!

Until he got a better look at your face.

The smile Emmet wore faltered, and his eyes went wide as he looked at you closely.

"G-good morning-! Er, Sir?" You remarked, cursing yourself silently- Your voice was still so strained and hoarse... Noticing how Emmet's face fell- He looked like he'd seen a ghost, for goodness' sake. Surely you didn't look that bad, right?

...What had happened to you, Emmet thought? Your precious, beautiful face- a cut there, your lip red and swollen slightly- And your voice sounding like-

Who had done such a thing to you? Who would dare touch you-

Emmet felt his blood boil- Or at least, what could be considered his blood. The scum that had touched you- The absolute filth- He would raze Unova if he had to to find the bastard- The thoughts running through his mind turning to darker and darker violence- Whom would he have to kill- No no, killing was too light a punishment-

You weren't exactly sure what Emmet was suddenly thinking- the way his expression went from shocked to sad to- something dark. It was difficult to place it, but suddenly you felt rather scared.

Ingo wasn't much better off, but luckily, he'd moved behind you- The shadow cast on his face from his cap darkened impossibly so, shadowing his face- His eyes glaring out with a silver light, leering at you painfully. Who- Who had dared to hurt you-?

He needed to find out immediately.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" He asked, trying to maintain his calm-

"O-Oh, I'm f- fine, S-sir..." You tried to speak, but your voice was still hoarse and you were evidently trying to hide something from them- Why were you having so much difficulty speaking? You sounded like you'd been screaming your lungs out...

Had your attacker driven you to such terror, Emmet wondered?

It nearly broke Ingo's heart- His shadows coiled under your shirt, around your arms and legs- Feeling your injuries- Was that a broken rib?! And not only that, you were trying to hide it from them- Why? Why? Did you not trust them? Did you think they'd be angry at you? No, no, no no no!

All thoughts of your comfort were out of their mind- You evidently needed comforting, far more than they did, fragile little human that you were- Who had nearly killed you? Who'd hurt you? Who must they obliterate for you?

Emmet felt something strange pricking at his eyes- His vision growing bleary with tears. Of course he would cry- His beloved little Darling Soulmate, precious and sweet and wonderful and innocent and cute and everything else-

Had nearly died while they had been trying to protect you.

What sort of eldritch-whatever-they-are were they if they had failed in their one, sworn duty? To protect you? What would be left if they returned to Nimbasa, only to be greeted by you in an emergency room or worse, already dead? They'd spent so long seeking you out- They'd have to return to the void, waiting for any glimmer into where your soul had ended up next, or even worse, another Eldritch Demon could've gotten to you-

No, absolutely not.

They would simply have to increase their security around you. More protection, they'd have their servitors tail you even outside the station- Why had they not assigned them to guard you while they were gone? They'd assumed the protective charms around Gear Station and around your apartment would be more than enough!

How stupid of them.

Never again.

"D-Dear," Ingo began as he turned to face you, his voice notably darker- Low toned and intensely serious, as he looked you over. "Who- How did you get that injury on your face?"

You smiled sheepishly- Was that what they were worried about? Granted, you'd tried to cover up your bruises- But you couldn't exactly hide all of your injuries. They'd probably reprimand you for putting yourself in danger- But it's not like it'd impede your work! Well actually, what you'd been doing last night would have impeded your work- But Jackie had refused your request for time off today, and so in you came; Though you were in a lot of pain, it was your own darn fault.

"Well, Sir... It's nothing much, I was just, uh-" You adjusted the cap on your head, a blush of embarrassment spreading across your face as your two bosses leaned ever closer to you. "I was at a... uh, rock concert."

"A- A concert?"

Emmet closed his eyes for a second.

"There were no rock concerts happening last night." He suddenly said- You flinched. Could he not just- accept the little white lie? You were at a concert, but- You weren't going to admit just what band you'd actually gone to see!

"No, no- I- did go to see a concert last night, it was a music concert! It uh, the band wasn't actually rock though, it was uh, something else."

"What something else?" Emmet asked- His smile bright- His eyes seeming to almost sparkle in the light of the office. You stared back at him.

Maybe, you thought- You can tell them the truth.

Yes. That sounded like a good idea, suddenly.

You reached in your pocket and handed Ingo a small piece of paper- For a... rock concert?

Ingo stared at it in confusion, a new look of concern dawning on his face.

"S-Sodomy... Lobotomy?" He remarked, his voice dripping with anxious bewilderment. He knew what those words meant- What they meant in combination he couldn't even begin to imagine, and the imagery in the background of the ticket reminded him of several Eldritch demons he'd seen before- Weaker ones, of course, but- Why on Earth did you have... whatever this was?

"Well, Sir... I... actually really like their music, and they were performing last night, so I decided to splurge and go out to hear 'em! It's uh-"

"How did going to a music concert result in you being hurt? Did someone attack you at the concert?"

You couldn't help it- Even with your bruised stomach and back, you started laughing. "Yeah Sir, someone did attack me at the concert- The entire crowd!"

Now it was Emmet's turn to be concerned. "You- You mean, the entire crowd at a music concert tried to fight you, and you managed to get away with only those injuries? Why did they try to fight you?"

"I mean I was in the mosh pit, Sir!" You looked at him curiously- Had your bosses never heard of a mosh pit...?

Both of them tilted their heads at your words. Evidently not.

"Oh, it was craaaazy last night. Some guy picked me up and I got thrown head first into this crazy lady and we started punching each other. But yea, she ended up cutting my lip before her... girlfriend? I dunno, this like- six and a half foot tall woman who- lemme tell you, she was built like a machamp, grabbed me and threw me back into someone else's arms and then-"

And the two sat horrified, enraptured, and disturbed by your stories of the "mosh pit" you'd willingly entered last night to duke it out with strangers while listening to... "music"? You'd even managed to break bones at previous concerts! How terrible- And you'd attended these events multiple times??

They demanded to hear what the "music" sounded like- And you sheepishly pulled up a song on your X-transceiver to play, expecting your bosses' opinion of you to immediately tank into the drain. But Emmet and Ingo didn't seem to dislike it, or even really- flinch at the songs? The content of what lyrics they could discern sounded horrific- but otherwise, it just sounded like the noises their neighbor was making while they stomped them into the primordial void of non-existence- Set to some sick drum riffs. No wonder it incited such violence in humans.

You lit up the moment your bosses began remarking that it didn't sound bad- But they were still so very concerned about your injuries! You did not need to be working today- You needed to be resting! Bruised and battered- Gear Station had no need for you collapsing or worse during your work day!

And not only that, but you liked going to such things...?

That wouldn't suffice. If you enjoyed them, sure- But they could not tolerate you being injured the way you were! The two would simply have to accompany you the next time you attended such a concert- Protecting you and watching over you! And beating the crap out of anyone who might try to hurt you-

"If you two want to go to one, you can- But I'll have to teach you some etiquette for it- It'd be a shame if you two got injured or something worse." Emmet bit his lip- It didn't matter if it was a mosh pit of two people or the entirety of Unova, no amount of people in the pit of moshing would be able to injure him! Though- The idea of you fretting over him was sweet... Trapped in his arms as he valiantly protected you from any idiots who would think they'd have the right to deck you!

"So we may accompany you the next time you attend such an event?" Ingo asked, offering you some tea. The two had forced you to sit down on the sofa they had in their office, and were practically refusing to let you up again. It was silly, you thought- Treating you like a fragile little Swaddle!

But either way- That sounded strangely- Nice. Your bosses were usually so reserved, refusing any invitations to go out, and you almost never saw them outside of Gear Station doing anything for themselves- Enigmatic, mysterious- It might be nice to get to know them outside of work a bit more! And if they liked moshing, if they liked death metal- Well, having friends in the pit was always a good thing! "Of course! I'll let you guys know the next time I go to a concert, if you can make it."

"Of course. But for now- You need to rest. I would prefer if you stayed until someone was able to accompany you back home..." Ingo remarked, suddenly lost in thought. You scoffed at his worry- You were more than capable of handling yourself-!

And you tried to get back up, stumbling as you stood up- The room reeled around you, and you collapsed back down on the couch- Looking up at Ingo, who- Looked odd, though you could not place why- He bent down to you, His eyes meeting yours intently. His silver, shining, eyes.

"Since you're injured... and not feeling well, stay here. We'll escort you to your destination once our work is complete." Ingo stated as he grabbed you gently, laying you back down on the couch- The last half of his statement... was more a fact? Than a suggestion or an offer... Your eyes closed heavily, suddenly overcome by a terrible urge to sleep.

Maybe you'd been more tired than you'd thought, after the night at a concert... And you immediately closed your eyes, deep asleep again. Ingo sighed heavily, moving to position you comfortably on the couch.

They were far too nervous to allow you to wander about on your own right now. Their own senses heightened in fear and possessiveness as Ingo sat down and rested your head on his lap, bringing his hand down onto your shoulder and stroking mindlessly as his shadows coiled around you tightly. Emmet whined in annoyance, wanting to do the same. A feathery-tendril emerged from the sleeve of his coat, whisking over your face- and making the painful cut on your lip heal over.

Their little soulmate; Precious, small, and most importantly, safe. In their arms. Also apparently insane, and, enjoys becoming battered and bruised. Not good, they noted- But they would just have to keep you safe. Their little soulmate. Theirs. All theirs. Ingo squeezed your shoulder harder than he'd been doing, and Emmet grabbed at your hand, a soft light coming from him- Healing your injuries.

You could attend such events for now; But to allow yourself to be hurt? No. Absolutely not. You wouldn't even notice anymore that your body wasn't sore, or your voice didn't hurt. They could muddle your memory that much as they healed you. And kept you safe, secure, and by their sides.

[gt-ridel]

Borrower meets Submas AU? Let’s goooooo!

What if-

What if like...

Akari is a borrower, right? And so is the rest of Jubilife village.

But Instead of living in ancient Hisui, they live hidden in Gear Station.

She and Rei are orphans (maybe twins, too?) and because they had no one to look after them they were brought to the... whatever the Galaxy team is renamed as because it's already a thing in the future. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

They're being trained join the survey corps, who's job it is to go out and secretly observe and record data on the humans and pokemon who are employed in the battle subway. (wait, does that mean that they need to fill out their humidex? (╯▽╰ ;)  ) 

Fortunately, the station works on a tight schedule. The Subway masters see to that. But it's important to know if there will be any changes, or if anyone has noticed something awry, vis a vis tiny people running around.

Data is recorded in their log books and then reported back to headquarters. Then timetables and precautions are written up and given to the supply corps, who are the ones who do the actual borrowing for the community.

So one day, Rei and Akari are doing their job. It’s early in their career, but they’ve already been on one or two solo missions. They have met up after their shifts and are heading back to Jubilife together. 

It's late at night, so the station is quiet. Contrary to the general human experience, midnight and onward is the safest time for any borrower to be out in the subway proper. At first they're keeping their voices down as they catch up on the days events. But there's something about being out late with a close friend in a vaguely spooky place that really brings out the giggles in a kid. (Especially if they’re tired). 

The two end up goofing around. Maybe mimicking behavior they've observed from the Subway Bosses. Using train metaphors and striking poses and such. Even though Akari and Rei aren’t assigned to them personally (Akari watches the gift counter and Rei checks on the office staff) it’s hard to miss the two most intimidating humans in the whole station. They have presence. 

What the tiny siblings don't realize while they play around, is that there is a curious Joltik nearby. It recognizes the tones and behavior of the two nice humans being shown by these (much more sensibly sized) creatures, and it comes over to make friends! Maybe they will give it a battery!

Unfortunately, borrowers in this Jubilife village are just as terrified of pokemon as the people in PLA, so Rei and Akari assume it's going to attack them and freak out!

They start running for their lives, pursued by a (comparatively) giant bug type with a poor grasp of social cues.

Meanwhile, Ingo and Emmet have finished work for the day and are ready to head home for a well earned rest. But their trains are derailed when they hear the sound of children screaming.

It's shocking, full of fear and desperation. With no more than a quick glance, they rush off to help whoever is in distress.

The human twins are brought up short when they find two tiny children cornered by a joltik.

Normally these pokemon were quite small and harmless, but at their size, it must have seemed like a monster! There also seems to have been something of an unfortunate accident.

The small boy is laying on the ground, seemingly paralyzed by an electric jolt. The girl is kneeling by his side, begging him to move, to be okay.

The joltik is awfully sorry. It didn't mean to shock anyone. It just got carried away. But every time it tries to approach, the small girl yells at it to stay away.

This whole scene throws Ingo and Emmet for a loop, but soon their own training comes to their aid, and the two subway bosses take charge of the situation.

Emmet comforts and distracts the distressed Joltik while Ingo performs a safety check on the two young ones.

The girl is shaking violently. Heaving gasps of air that never seem to be enough to fill her lungs. The boy is completely out of it. Neither of them are in any condition to be left on their own.

Ingo and Emmet can't get any information out of the girl about where she came from (you don't tell humans that kind of thing!) and so having few options left they end up bringing the children home with them. (After all, Emmet is well supplied with paralyze heals)

At first the kids are out of their minds with panic, but eventually they come to realize that the two humans, while looking quite scary, are actually very kind. Funny too.

I have more, but I have to go now. I'll also add a read more once I have a chance to get on my desktop.

[bellafragolina]

Snapshot

Because I’m an angst fiend that is never satisfied

Based on @peachsodama’s hivemind au and also her idea about the puppet being shot <3

WARNING: injury and blood

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The pain ricochets through the network. Everywhere throughout the Gear Station, people crumble with shocked gasps and cries. It’s late, the subway is closed, so Emmet, writhing in his office, doesn’t understand this shock of pain. Was it a hernia? Appendicitis? Some other horrifying human illness preying upon his poor humans??

He frantically flits through the eyes of his passengers, seeing various parts of the station before he finds the source of the pain.

It’s you.

You, staring blankly down at your stomach. You’re slumped onto the floor, it’s dark, but Emmet can see the pool growing beneath you, blossoming through your uniform jacket like a field of poppies from that movie you like so much.

Sorry, boss. You think, sensing his presence. The view shifts. Emmet can feel your struggle to lift your head and look towards the ticket counter register. There’s a man, dressed in dark clothes, tearing the register apart. I’m sorry.

You slump down and the view goes dark.

Emmet is already hurdling a petrified Ingo, knocking the office door down in his race to get to where you are. He and the others claw at the door to your consciousness, begging you to open your eyes, to breathe slowly, Emmet’s coming.

The pain is growing. Emmet clutches his stomach, crying tears that aren’t all his. The rage that simmers and boils within him is his, though. And it bursts into a mighty blaze as he tears the employee door to the registers off its hinges.

The robber turns to face a hulking white beast, with sharp claws and five glowing silver eyes. He barely has time to scream before Emmet lunges, choking on his sobs and the stench of your blood thick in the air.

Emmet brings his hand down, just as a bang sounds through the air.

The others are screaming, the pain more intense now, but Emmet just crawls towards you. His own injury doesn't compare to yours, he was too close and knocked the bullet aside. It's grazed him, but you. . .

A whine tears from his throat, tears and blood dripping onto your little body. Emmet lies beside you, so much larger, and curls around you, desperate to protect you. He buries his face in your hair, muffling sobs, and waits for the sirens to get louder and louder.

Please, don't leave. He begs you. Don't go where I can't follow, my poor human. Please. I love you. Please stay.

He licks the tears from your cheek.

Please?

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ta-da!

yeeeee i am sad

~Renee

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

Inspired by these two comics by @pigdemonart and the animatic by @spectra-bear

(This is a bit old now, but I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s not perfect, so please just take it orz)

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Akari hadn’t had a plan for today; she had just ridden along with circumstance, and circumstance had provided.

When a distortion began to form, she thought nothing of it. When half a day passed and the halo of rainbow parhelia had yet to form into anything otherworldly, it struck her as odd. When it gradually began to solidify, a far cry from the usual snap of lightning, she realized this might be it.

It was in the Fieldlands, near the border to Coronet; if its pace stayed consistent, she could easily make it to the Highlands and back.

Akari didn’t have any doubts about whether or not Ingo would accompany her, but, just to emphasize how very badly she need a refresher on safe travel, if only someone would show her, she didn’t dismount from Wyrdeer when she saw him up on the cliffs-- she summoned Braviary and reached up without stopping, pulling herself into position just as the Lord flapped his wings and ascended.

It could be difficult to parse Ingo’s expressions on a good day, but she was pretty sure she was familiar enough with ‘utter exasperation’ to read that one properly.

When she began to descend, Lady Sneasler-- stone faced as her Warden-- held up the basket and Akari promptly dropped into it. The Noble’s arms didn’t so much as quake with the impact and, just as Akari moved to climb out, Sneasler stuffed the top down over her head. Akari huffed dramatically and wriggled out through the viewing hole.

They were her favorites. She could hardly believe she’d ever been frightened of either of them.

She righted herself, beaming, and ran over to grab Ingo’s hand.

“An unusual rift is forming in the Fieldlands! I think it might be our path home-- please, come with me?”

Briefly, he glanced over her shoulder to Lady Sneasler, then back to her; in that moment, Akari already knew what the answer was. Out of habit, he reached with his free hand to adjust the brim of his cap, and inclined his head. “I’ll escort you safely to your destination.”

And. Alright. She’d been asking for that.

When they reached the Fieldlands again, something odd was happening. The distortion began to rapidly turn opaque, proportionate to their speed of approach, and, though they stopped a safe distance away to gauge the phenomena, it seemed something had been set into motion.

Belated as it was, the thunderclap finally struck. And didn’t end. The sky roared as a metal serpent tore its way through, descending into the crackling dome of the rift.

Akari tried to yell, tried to ask if that could really be a Pokemon, but any response she may or may not have received was swallowed by the din rushing outward from the distortion. Louder and louder, something inside the rift cried out with a terrible crash, and then it exploded. The ground beneath their feet roiled in protest, belying just how treacherous their perch was about to become.

As she reached to her companions, trying to make the most of their short window of escape, two things happened: she saw Ingo’s lips move, soundless against the howling winds, and he started sprinting toward the distortion.

She lunged forward, trying to catch the torn edge of his coat and pull him back, but the tatters slipped through her fingers and she screamed after him, certain she was watching her friend run to his death.

He stopped short of the warzone that had once been a distortion but, before Akari’s heart had the chance to settle, was knocked off of his feet. Something light tumbled to a halt beside him, falling from his arms, and, as soon as it touched the ground, the rift popped. In the intensity of the past thirty seconds’ wake, the silence was absolutely deafening.

After a second, the white shape-- a man-- pushed himself upright. Ingo moved to do the same and, for a lingering moment, they stayed that way: mirroring one another, almost nose to nose. Then the man reached out, his hand trembling visibly even from this distance, and took Ingo by the shoulder. He drew the both of them up. Ingo let him, reaching to steady himself, but didn’t look away.

As they straightened, so too did their coats, unfolding into inverted versions of the other.

There was a long silence, and Akari glanced to Sneasler, trying to judge whether the Noble was concerned for her Warden and how to proceed. The Lady’s eyes were narrowed as she watched, but not aggressively so; her ears were perked, listening, intent on the scene playing out before her.

They flattened as something keened. Ingo was already turning away from them, back to the man in white when she checked, only willing to tear his attention away for so long. Sneasler raised a paw as she snickered to herself, amused at his antics, and began loping forward. Akari took a long leap to catch up.

The men moved so quickly they were nearly a grey blur; one moment clinging together, the next whirling into a hysterical spin as Ingo, in turn, swept the white shape off his feet.

Sound was gradually beginning to seep back into the world and, before the surrounding Starly or Kriketot could get a peep in edgewise, Akari heard laughter. It was a heavy note, weighed down with more meaning than Akari had ever heard in its like; it was disbelief and a lightning strike of comprehension, respite and wonder, the final whistle of a vessel that had found its destination.

When they stilled and the man in white hooked his chin over Ingo’s shoulder, grinning widely even as tears streamed down his cheeks, Akari couldn’t have been less surprised to see that they bore the same face.

Sneasler’s path curved, approaching from behind the other, her gaze fixed fondly on the spot where her Warden was hidden.

Eventually, Ingo looked up from his reflection’s collar.

It was strange. His eyes had a natural reflective quality that practically made them glow, but there was something new there; months after the fact and Akari was just now realizing that, the entire time she’d known him, he’d been missing a spark of life. When he looked up with the single happiest frown Akari had ever seen, there was light in his eyes.

The difference was night and day, and she didn’t know how she hadn’t seen its absence sooner.

Struck speechless, he gave them a tiny nod as they drew nearer, which seemed to rouse his twin’s attention. The man in white whirled them both around, angled so he could see without releasing his grip.

“Ah.” He said, and briefly ducked his head to press it against Ingo’s; perhaps in fortification, perhaps as reassurance, “I am Emmet. Thank you for acting as my brother’s escort. I will be commandeering your passenger, now.”

Akari had been wrong about the specifics of the distortion, but not its ultimate outcome. In its own explosive way, it had been a track home.

[tippytopdays]

Misery

Category: Gen

Characters: Ingo, Dawn, Melli, Irida

Summary: Any complaints are to be taken up with the nearest station master. If one cannot be located then a station hand will take it for you.

Notes: so this was like, 90% done in my WIPs and I completely forgot about it. remember when I said I was done with Pokerus? yeah this is a last thought before I leave it alone.

surprise Melli POV -magics this bastard into position-

He swore if he had to listen to this for any longer he;d get a headache. Headaches were not worthy of his beautiful head, let alone bothering his great lord. Surely it would be wise for anyone even thinking to annoy such a great noble to cease those thoughts immediately.

That is if the cause for them would fucking stop.

His hand roamed to his side aimlessly. Maybe he needed to bring his precious Skuntank. One strike of his baby’s stench would surely-

Nothing but empty belt met his hand. He groaned. Right. No pokemon. His poor baby’s were too scared to even look at him now. It still tugged at the deepest parts of his soft, humble heart.

But that was alright. He could handle it. It was just a noise complaint; something he could definitely handle without a problem. He’d done it before, even; that Warden was always far too loud for his beloved lord’s sensitive hearing, whatever counted as that at least.

He just had to get down the mountain, march right up the icelands and talk directly to that Clan Leader of theirs. Then he’d get his lord some precious silence-

Another. Blasted. Shriek. The already far too loud voice bellowing at the top of his lungs like he was at the mercy of some Alpha Garchomp and about to die.

Maybe that would be better considering the noise would stop then.

A deep scowl was marring his natural beauty as he stomped down the path, the fur on his palms tickling his ears. It was already bad enough that the weirdo was screeching at the top of his lungs at all, but now that he had those forsaken Gliscor tones it was downright awful. Horridly grating and searing a vocal brand into his head. He swore that if he never saw nor heard another Gliscor it would be too soon.

Luck favored him tonight as once he was further down the mountainside he found the very Clan Leader he was looking for. Her long ears fluttered in the cliffside breeze, hands holding onto thinner shoulders; which was a brief surprise as he had expected her alone. Something clad in blue and red-

He wanted to scream. Of course she’d bring the brat that freak took a liking to.

Storming up, he snarked, “Well I supposed I don’t have to elaborate what I want do I.” His hands were still up on his ears in case that Warden wanted to-

The shriek was even louder this close to his side. And worse, even more annoying.

The Pearl Leader was surprisingly calm despite the noise, “I know, Melli. And I apologize.” She was just sighing as if it meant nothing that her Warden was the source of all this racket, “It’s just that there was an incident earlier and-”

“I don’t care what happened!” He barked, “He could have lost that bizarre coat for all I care! All I want is for him to stop making that terrible noise and acting like he’s being eaten alive!” He swept a hand back up the mountain, eyes on hers, “My lord is in terrible agony from all his wailing! I fear he may gain hearing loss!”

She only sighed again, closing her eyes and looking away for a moment, “I understand, Warden Melli. As I was saying it’s because-”

“He threw me off a cliff!” Of course the brat had to add something–

Immediately his eyes snapped to the scout, “He what!? Did the old man finally lose his mind-”

That damn shriek somehow got even louder. He slapped the free hand back onto his head to preserve his hearing. 

Through his wincing Irida scowled to herself as she pinched her nose, “Dawn please-”

Said welp didn’t stay quiet long enough, “He did though! He tossed me like I was a Starly!” She had a rather hilariously offended scowl on her pudgy little face, hand up to point accusingly somewhere on the cliff, “I thought I was going to die!”

“Listen-” The Pearl Clan Leader had to stop and wait for yet another shriek of faux agony to pass before she could continue, “I get it, he made a mistake, but you can’t be mad at him forever-”

“Yes I can!”

“Dawn-!”

“I won’t!”

“Dawn please he’s already apologized!” 

“Y-Yes!” Witnessing said Warden leaning out of a crag in the cliff wall like he was some cave dweller was not something he expected to see in his life. The fact that he was the spitting image of a drowned Sneasel did not help his opinion; it was jarring to see the normally somewhat kept man descend straight into some wild vagabond with red eyes and wild hair that stuck up everywhere, “I-I-I already pleaded for forgiveness! I was not in my right mind! P-Please let me-”

His begging–which was even more pathetic to see in person–was swept away with a stomp of the noodle’s foot, “No!”

It was far more bizarre to see the definitely human man erupt into a wretched wail as he curled into himself to retreat back into the mountain.

“Dawn!”

He couldn’t help but just, stare at them all. He’d never once expected the man to be so….overdramatic.

How did he get mixed up in this?? All he wanted was to make a formal complaint; that alone should have been good enough since it was the Warden of the greatest mountain lord that came to her personally. That he was now subject to this madness was completely different.

Of course the blasted Galaxy scout had to spout off into another tirade about it. And of course the same wretched screaming started up again the second she did. Neither her nor the Clan Leader did a single thing to silence the Warden currently doing the greatest impression of a dying Crobat. 

He somehow bore the terrible noise to scrub a hand down his face, the vain hope that this trifle would end soon a distant memory.

If this was the old man’s reaction to being rejected by such a tiny welp of a girl then his Noble would never know peace again.

[mass-piplup-outbreak]

End of the Line - Chapter 9

[first] - [previous] - [next] read it on ao3! if you like the fic, please relog it!

Chapter 9: Sick Day Emmet catches a cold, and a friend comes by to help out. (content warning for a panic attack)

The next day Emmet takes off is the day he wakes up with a fever. He feels a little embarrassed to have to call out of work just a week after returning from his leave, but Galvantula hisses and screeches if he even steps near the front door. Chandelure gently guides him back to bed, probably at Ingo’s request.

Emmet drifts off again as soon as his head hits the pillow, but he barely spends any time asleep before he’s woken up by a loud Crash! from the kitchen. Forgetting that he’s sick enough to cough his lungs up, Emmet jumps out of bed and darts for the scene of the crime.

Noodles and broth are splattered everywhere, from the cabinets, to the floor, to even the ceiling! The mess seems to originate from a single can on the counter, which looks like it’s been run over by a train. Durant seems happy enough to clean up on its own, happily lapping the nasty remains of the soup.

One of the stove burners is on, but there isn’t anything placed on top of it. That was probably Chandelure’s job, given the fact that it drops the pot it was lifting to hover over a seemingly empty spot in the middle of the room.

Emmet has to stop for a moment to take it all in. Right. Spooky ghost brother shit. He can handle this.

“Stop that,” Emmet nudges Durant with his foot. His voice sounds rough, like Ingo used to at the end of a long day. “Go get Garbodor to clean up.”

Durant chitters in disappointment before sulking out of the kitchen.

Well, Emmet just put out the smallest fire first. Now for the literal inferno.

Careful not to step in any of the bits of soup, Emmet crouches down next to the spot where he thinks his brother is sitting. If the state of the kitchen is any indication, he is not in a good mood.

“Ingo?” Emmet coughs into his elbow. “Are you alright?”

Despite Emmet’s good intentions, his words offer no comfort to his brother. In fact, they have the exact opposite effect. The lights in the kitchen suddenly start flickering on and off, the cabinets swing open and Slam! shut, and Emmet realizes that he’s way out of his depth.

His first reaction is to squeeze his eyes shut, block out the lights and the sounds. This has got to be the craziest situation he’s ever found himself in. It’s straight out of a horror movie! Since when could he even do this, anyway?! Emmet did not sign up for a haunting, even if it’s-!

Even if it’s Ingo.

However, the fact that it is Ingo certainly changes things, doesn’t it?

“Ingo, it’s- it is okay!” Emmet stammers out. It’s all he can do, but damn it, it’s practically useless! How is he supposed to take care of Ingo like this?!

Maybe it’s just his imagination, but between the flashing of the lights, Emmet swears he sees a figure sitting in front of him. His knees are drawn to his chest, the same way Ingo used to hold himself and cry when he was a kid after throwing a tantrum. Man, the way he would scream when they tried to make him wear a dress…

Emmet would sit right by his side, holding his hand until he inevitably calmed down.

So that’s what he does again. Emmet reaches out and grabs Ingo’s hand, and his heart almost stops when his brother squeezes it back.

Ingo’s hand is cold.

As quickly as it started, the chaos stops. The lights finally go out, and the cabinets stop flailing open and shut. The pressure on Emmet’s hand disappears, mere seconds after he finally found it again.

“Ingo?” Emmet croaks out. Between his cold and whatever just happened, his throat feels even more raw than it did before.

The kitchen is silent, which is a cruel irony. “Ingo” and “quiet” are two words that never went together, at least not until recently. He filled all of the emptiness in their lives, talked and talked for hours when Emmet couldn’t even get a word out. And now…

Even though he’s back, Emmet still hasn’t heard his brother’s voice since he left all those years ago. He’s starting to forget it.

Chandelure gently pats the empty space before floating off. Emmet almost thinks that Ingo just abandoned him, until the Pokémon returns with the journal and pen they received from Shauntal.

It’s really only been a week since she came onto the Battle Subway, hasn’t it?

Emmet takes the journal from Chandelure, only because if he didn’t, it would place it directly into the splattered soup. He carefully leaves it open on the floor in front of Ingo. After a moment, the pen moves from Chandelure’s telekinesis.

Sorry. I’m OK.

“Don’t apologize,” Emmet insists. “What was that?”

Wanted to take care. Couldn’t pick up. Got mad, can went everywhere. Panic attack?

Ingo writes it like a question, and Emmet can almost remember the way his brother sounded when he was uncertain.

“Well, uh-” Emmet finds himself faltering yet again. He’s not good at comforting people with his words, and just wishes that he could hug Ingo so he’d know everything he’s trying to say. “You’re feeling better?”

Yes.

Emmet nods. Ugh, he can already feel a headache coming on, he definitely needs to lay back down soon. “So. It appears you have powers beyond breaking our TV.”

It seems so.

“However, you are having difficulty conducting your abilities,” Emmet reasons. “We will work on that, too.”

Not mad?

“You exploded a can of soup,” Emmet grins, just the tiniest bit excited by the prospect. “That is verrrrry cool! I want to know what else you can do.”

Thank you. Ingo’s handwriting is shakier than usual, which means it’s time to give him a break. With everything that’s happened this morning, he deserves some time to decompress.

“Let’s watch another movie?” Emmet suggests. They’ve been slowly making their way through their own personal collection after work, when Emmet is tired and Ingo is bored. It’s actually been interesting to reunite Ingo with his favorite films, if only to see him freak out afterwards about how they’re the best things he’s ever watched.

Before Ingo has a chance to respond, the front door slams open.

“EMMET!” Elesa’s voice easily travels from the front door to the kitchen. Emmet swears internally. What’s she doing here?!

Galvantula, the traitor that it is, leads Elesa into the kitchen. She gasps in horror, and Emmet remembers that usually people don’t cause this much of a mess when they try to cook.

“Emmet, what did you do?!”

Oh. Oh no.

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Ingo is very—or as Emmet would say, verrrrrry—uncomfortable with the situation in their apartment right now. Elesa has managed to wrangle Emmet to the couch, despite his protests that he feels fine. He ends up pouting on the couch, tucked into the blanket that Elesa stole from his bed. In the back of his mind, Ingo can remember making the remark that there’s no way to say no to Elesa.

Emmet at least managed to keep the journal away from her, clutching it to his chest even now. Neither of them are prepared for her to find out just yet.

As of late, Ingo has been trying to figure out how to sit on furniture. He doesn’t pass through the floor, and he can handle stairs and elevators just fine. There’s got to be some secret to tangibility that he’s missing. Of course, he can’t really practice with Emmet hogging the couch, so he sits on the floor beside him.

Emmet fiddles with his Xtransceiver, which Ingo has given up on trying to figure out for now. Movies are one thing, but this ArcPhone-like device is something else. He places it on the coffee table, eyes trained on the open screen.

He seems to have some sort of writing app open, with the message Are you still there? typed out.

Chandelure nuzzles into Ingo’s side, a bit of that cold energy settling in his chest. It’s a strange feeling, especially since he hates the cold, but it at least causes that numb buzz to fade away.

Ingo pokes at the Xtransceiver, and the screen glitches the tiniest bit.

“Good.” Emmet pulls the blanket up, finally resigning himself to staying on the couch. It looks comfortable, even if Eelektross and Archeops are currently pinning him down. “I like knowing you’re here.”

Well, there goes Ingo’s plan to hole himself up in his room until Elesa leaves. At least there’s something he can do to help Emmet feel better.

Ingo stares at his right hand, flexing his fingers in an attempt to find that warm feeling again. Did he imagine it, or did Emmet actually manage to hold his hand? It was brief, gone as soon as it came, but its familiarity yanked Ingo out of his spiral. The gesture is rooted deep in his mind, but he’s not exactly sure when the seed was planted.

“Luckily, that wasn’t your last can of soup.” Elesa enters from the kitchen, holding a steaming bowl in her hands. “Sit up, you need to eat today.”

“Elesa braved the kitchen just for me.” Emmet grins as she hands him the soup. He tries to lean his head on her shoulder when she sits down next to him, only to be forcibly shrugged off.

“You look like a Cubchoo right now,” Elesa complains. “I do not want to catch anything from you.”

“Then why did you come here?”

“Now Emmet, Elesa took time out of her day to take care of you,” Ingo launches into a lecture. “The least you could do-”

“Because you’re sick, you Bidoof!” Elesa pokes Emmet’s forehead, cutting off Ingo’s speech on the importance of appreciating your friends.

Ingo closes his mouth, letting the words die on his tongue. Being ignored in this context is logical, at the very least. Elesa wouldn’t know he was speaking; she doesn’t even know he’s here right now! She probably hasn’t even thought about him for a while. It’s not like he’s been around to remind her.

“How did you know I was sick?” Emmet asks, slumping away from Elesa after being so coldly rejected.

Elesa's smile turns devious. “I have an inside source, darling. Now, do you need anything else? You haven’t had a sick day since you collapsed at the station last year.”

Sorry, Emmet did what? Ingo immediately abandons his wallowing, because what the hell, Emmet?

“Elesa!” Emmet shouts, his face flushing even more than it had been before. “There are people here who did not need to know that!”

“Oh, please,” Elesa rolls her eyes. “We all know.”

Emmet mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like, “Not all of us.” Ingo stifles a laugh at his poor, idiot brother.

The two of them continue their bantering, and so Ingo leans his head against Chandelure and closes his eyes. Strangely enough, this is… nice. Nostalgic, even.

He might as well make the most of it.

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Emmet eventually ends up falling asleep again, but only after he took some cold medicine that seemed disgusting. The TV is currently playing an overdramatized nature show, something about giant river Pokémon, and Ingo is simultaneously unable to look away and bored out of his mind. Since when did he care so much about fishing?

Elesa is sitting on the floor beside Ingo, only because Emmet is sprawled out over the entire couch. Out of curiosity, he peers over her shoulder, only to see she’s searching for methods to reduce fevers on her Xtransceiver.

Oh! Oh right! Fevers! Ingo forgot that was a part of being sick. Darn, he really would have been useless if he’d tried to take care of Emmet on his own, wouldn’t he? It’s probably for the best that Elesa came over.

It’s frustrating, to say the least. On one hand, Ingo is glad that someone who’s capable is here to shoulder the burden. It’s not like he could force Emmet to take his medicine the way Elesa had, after all. But on the other hand, he wishes he could do more. Emmet is his brother, and he would do the most to make sure Ingo recovered if he was the one who was sick. Some part of Ingo’s memory reminds him that he has done the most, several times in fact.

Maybe…

Ingo rests his hand on Emmet’s forehead, doing his best not to phase through him. He knows he gives people the chills by now, but surely this is enough to cool him down. Right?

In his sleep, Emmet’s smile grows just the slightest bit wider. Ingo thinks that means he’s doing a good job.

For a brief moment, everything is peaceful. Ingo is actually helping Emmet, not the other way around! It feels amazing to be able to make a difference like this again, even if it’s something small. Maybe he could figure out what happened in the kitchen and use those powers? It’d take a lot of work, but if it’s for Emmet, then-

Elesa stands and as she passes by Emmet, she gently takes the journal from his hands.

Oh no no no, that’s not good at all! Ingo trails after her, panic seeping into each step that he takes. What is she doing?! Hasn’t she ever heard of privacy before?!

Archeops quietly squawks in protest, though he’s currently trapped in between Emmet and the back of the couch.

“Sssh.” Elesa holds a finger up to her mouth. “I’m just putting this on the coffee table. It can’t be comfortable to hold like that.”

Oh. Ingo sighs in relief, his shoulders dropping. Archeops grumbles something as well, settling back in next to Emmet. Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Elesa is a good friend, after all, she wouldn’t blatantly disrespect Emmet like that.

“But this can’t be Emmet’s journal, right?” Elesa reasons, and Ingo’s stomach drops again. She turns the book over in her hands. “He’s never been one to write down his feelings. So what is this, exactly?”

And then, without even waiting for an answer, Elesa opens the journal. Her face drops the second she does.

She must recognize the handwriting. She has to. Emmet says they’ve been friends for years, there’s no way she doesn’t know.

What Ingo does next is not something he thinks too heavily about. He grabs the pen from the coffee table and throws it right at Elesa. It makes contact right on the bridge of her nose.

“Ow! You-!” The pen clatters to the ground beneath Elesa, and brings a hand to the stinging red spot on her face. Her angry scowl is replaced by wide-eyed confusion the second that she notices that the spot the pen came from is empty. Not that Ingo would call it empty, but he gets how it looks to her.

“What is going on here? Is this place haunted?!” Elesa wonders aloud. Thankfully, Emmet is capable of sleeping through a train crash, and so he remains blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding around him.

Elesa looks back at the journal, still cracked open in her hands. It’s obvious what she’s thinking, flipping through the pages faster than she could be reading them. Besides, with the tears welling up in her eyes, she probably isn’t seeing much anyway.

Know. Remember.

I missed you.

I didn’t mean to.

I never thought it would happen like this.

I won’t leave you again.

-Ingo

“What is this?” Elesa swallows back a sob, her mascara already beginning to smear. “You can’t- you can’t be…”

Ingo decides that he might as well. He’s already blown his cover. He picks the pen up off the ground and reaches past Elesa to the next empty page. She gasps as he does so.

Hi Elesa.

“Ingo?” Elesa tentatively asks, her voice shaking as if the word itself is sacrilege.

Yes.

And even though she’s crying, mascara running down her cheeks like rain on a window, Elesa laughs. For some reason, though, it feels like she doesn’t find this situation very funny. “You have got to be ele-kidding me right now.”

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Emmet wakes up to the sound of excited chattering, which is confusing enough on its own. Blearily, he sits up on the couch, which immediately launches him into another coughing fit. When he finally manages to calm his breathing, he sees Elesa sitting beside the coffee table, with the journal open in front of her.

“Uh, Elesa!” Emmet panics. Shit, how much did she read?! “What are you-”

“Emmet, did you know your brother is really good at drawing Tangelas?” Elesa asks, as if that’s a normal question to ask about a dead guy. “He’s seriously talented.”

Emmet blinks. His eyes finally land on the pen, moving on its own in swirling patterns. It takes a moment for his mouth to catch up with his brain.

“What?”