#warden ingo fluff

[sleepingdeath-light]

s/o with adhd hcs ; warden ingo

requested by ; anonymous (22/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; warden ingo

outline ; “Warden Ingo with reader that has ADHD 🥺❤️?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

note ; first time writing for this fandom so am still learning the ropes a bit lol

he’s incredibly calm and stoic by nature so your periods of high energy and restlessness won’t really effect him

he won’t really react much to them and will generally just briefly acknowledge by asking if you need anything before returning back to whatever he’s doing

if you need fidget toys in order to focus then he’ll fetch them without comment or complaint, doing whatever he can to help you when given the chance

if you tend to lose track of time or dates, then he’ll be around to keep track and gently prod or remind you

e.g. if you’ve been working for hours without eating or drinking then he’ll fetch you a drink and gently remind you to take a break ;; or if it’s coming up to your friend’s birthday and you’ve forgotten then he’ll take you out shopping to get gifts — or just write it on your calendar in bold so you remember without his explicit prodding

whenever a new topic has caught your interest and you become extremely focused on it, he’ll be happy to listen to you talk about it — training his pokémon whilst you divulge everything you’ve learned about your new fixation

it might not look like he’s listening (his default expression doesn’t really lend itself to that), but he is and he’ll respond every so often with hums of acknowledgement or questions about whatever it is you said

he’s interested in what you’re saying but he’s also, well, naturally very stoic so it doesn’t come across as clearly as it does with his brother, emmett

unless it happens to involve pokémon training — in which case he’ll walk you through his methods and engage with you more actively because he is something of a specialist in the area (which he can’t really say for anything else that you could be interested in… he’ll still try and engage with you, though)

conversely, if you’re struggling to tackle or focus on an important task (be that study or work), then he’s happy to sit down and help you walk through it

or, if you’re being over stimulated by your environment and that’s what’s impacting your ability to focus, then he’ll take you out for a walk to somewhere quieter where you can calm your mind and just watch him train or talk or play with his team mates

crustle in particular can be quite playful with you and is excellent at relieving stress

and if you’re feeling under-stimulated then he’ll also try to help by removing you from it to go to somewhere more engaging for you, or he’ll provide you with something that might help (such as a fidget toy or stress ball)

he’s always there with a solution for your problems and after you start dating he researches quite heavily into your condition to try and see what will help you — as well as just generally observing how you go about your life as your relationship progresses

generally speaking, he may not openly show as much, but he’s a very attentive partner and does what he can to help you in your life whilst not being too overbearing — only stepping in if it’s absolutely necessary (e.g. you forget to take an antibiotic you need to take daily, or you hyper focus on a task for so long that you forget to take care of yourself)

[ann-chovi]

might i suggest cuddles? im sorry i just think that silly train man and medic gal deserve lovins fr 🥹🥹🥹❤️

Anon, you're so right.

Have a couple of middle-aged sleepies having some well deserved snuggle snoozes~

[smallestapplin]

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

Vampire s/o’s for the win!

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

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Emmet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ingo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Warden Ingo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[coramatus]

Little Fluff is actually an older female Minccino that has raised several clutches already. Her already strong maternal instincts convinced her to adopt this sad adult human after she witnessed him having a traumatic flashback.

Ingo’s gonna need all the cuddles too because I’ve decided to enter him instead of Emmet into that contest.

Why?

Because Woodsman Ingo is more hilariously terrifying. 8’)

[sleepy-shinx]

Identity Theft - a submas fic

I had a crack theory and it turned into a crack fic. Here ya go.

Summary: A story based on the events of Pokemon Legends: Arceus, except something's not quite... right. Seems there was a slight mishap when a certain amnesiac warden fell into Hisui...

Warnings: Some swearing. At the very end. I initially said there was a brief identity crisis then realized the ENTIRE FIC is one long identity crisis so plz forgive me

Pairings: none. especially not bl@nkshipping. blankshippers DNI!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44985460

His name was Ingo.

When he’d first fallen, he’d woke in a strange land, confused, injured, and with no memories except his name. He’d been only half coherent, brain muddled with exhaustion and pain. They’d asked him his name, and he’d looked down at himself in a panic, taking a moment to center himself before he spoke the only memory he’d retained from his unexpected detour. 

His name was Ingo.

He wore a black coat, with red accents and a blue band around the upper left arm. The hat that rested atop his head matched the coat, black with a red band and an odd emblem in the middle. Items of clothing that matched no other in Hisui, that made him stand out from everyone else in the region. Even the other clothes he’d been wearing when he fell had stood out from everyone else’s, an odd, white button-down shirt and black pants, accompanied by a pair of oddly shaped black shoes as well.

When he looked at the items, the name Ingo was always associated with them.

When he looked at himself in the mirror as he was wearing them, he saw Ingo. 

And yet. 

The name had never felt quite… right.

He had no justification for the feeling, no reason to believe that the only name he’d ever known since falling in Hisui wouldn’t be his own. The one time he brought it up with Lady Irida, it had only confused her beyond belief. Because how could his name not be Ingo? 

He hadn’t brought it up with her again.

But the feeling never left him.

It wasn’t enough to derail him beyond function, so he had stopped thinking too much into it long ago. 

As far as he or anyone else was concerned, he was Warden Ingo.

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

“Take care not to come uncoupled from me!” He called back to his young companion, the one he was guiding through Wayward Cave. The cave was, frustratingly enough, unlit, despite the dangers traversing through an unlit cave wrought for passengers unaccustomed to traveling through the area. He highly suspected Melli was at fault for removing them, but he had no basis for the suspicions, at least not of yet. 

The young girl nodded, trailing only slightly behind him as she followed him through the cave. 

“So you don’t remember anything from before Hisui?” Akari asked, clearly trying to prevent an awkward silence.

“Very little,” he admitted with a nod. “Though I will admit, leading a young companion through tunnels to safety… seems to ring some bells.”

Talking a lot always seemed to take a lot out of him, though he could never quite understand why. That was supposed to be his thing… right? Yet, it always felt like a chore, drawing out his words to the length he thought they were intended to be. 

“Maybe this will help you remember some other things, then?”

He hummed, letting his thoughts wander, though he still kept a watchful eye out for danger. “Perhaps…”

Something, a vague, incomplete wisp of a thought passed through his mind, and he decided he may as well tell her about it, hoping it might lead him further down those tracks. “I recall, faintly, that I had a partner once…” Lightning danced across his mind, accompanied by dancing flames. “A precious one.” He initially felt pulled to the sparks, but no, that couldn’t be quite right. His partner was the one with purple flames, it had to be… “Its name escapes me, but I remember that it wielded flames with mastery. If only it were here, I’m sure it would light the way, luring us onward…” 

Their path was impeded by an Alpha Crobat. He quickly rerouted, leading her down the other way towards the exit so they would not be forced to fight such a powerful Alpha in the dark. 

“Have you remembered anything else?” Akari asked, looking at him curiously.

Anything else… yes. Another memory briefly flashed by, spurred on by the vague familiarity of traversing dark tunnels alongside another. “I’m starting to recall a man who looked… like me. We’d battle and discuss Pokemon, I think…”

Two scripts began warring in his head as vague battle memories flashed through, too scrambled together to be anything coherent. He was almost completely unable to get anything out of it, but then… “The words ‘I like winning more than anything else’ flashed through my mind just now…”

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

He stared in the mirror, frowning. Warden Ingo stared back at him.

Frowning, he had realized, took almost the same amount of energy out of him as talking so much did. He couldn’t quite understand. He was supposed to frown, it went right alongside his words and the black of his coat and hat. 

So why did it feel so exhausting? Feel, so deeply inside, so wrong?

Without thinking too much, he allowed the corners of his lips to move, to curl up into a smile. It felt… right. 

A stranger stared back at him.

It looked wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

“Now then… Follow the rules and drive safely! We’re headed for victory! All aboard!”

The script felt right and yet still wrong as it came out. He knows he’s spoken these words before, but drawing them out, carrying them on this much, felt so wrong. 

He didn’t quite understand. His brain kept telling him this was right. He was Ingo, was he not? He was supposed to be the one who talked a lot, who frowned, who expressed himself through words less than his face. Who wore black and battled with one Pokemon at a time (why wouldn’t he? One Pokemon at a time… that was how battling worked, was it not??)?

Who was he comparing himself to? Was there someone he knew back then, before Hisui, who didn’t do these things? 

He didn’t have time to ponder these things, right now. He had a challenger- Akari was stood in front of him, her first time challenging him at the Training Grounds in Jubilife Village. He sent out his Gliscor, and she sent out her Samurott (who looked… different, somehow, than he expected. He isn’t sure what it was that he expected). She had been training hard, in the time since she’d closed the rift, trying to prove to Jubilife and to herself that she was worthy of the nine stars that adorned her scarf.

When she beat him, he wasn’t able to prevent his lips from curling into a more natural-feeling smile, even for just a few seconds.

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

He walked into the cave his Lady called her home.

He enjoyed spending time with Lady Sneasler and her kits, he’d soon come to realize after being appointed Warden. She was a wonderful distraction from the thoughts that plagued his mind, stopping him from constantly wondering who he was.

She didn’t quite have kits at this point, however. The eggs that laid comfortably in her nest were due to hatch any day now. Akari, who he’d surprisingly found himself growing closer to over the last few months, was beyond excited to see them after they hatched. She’d started calling him Uncle of all things, which felt strange yet still incredibly endearing. He hadn’t seen her for a few days, however, as she had told him she was heading out with Volo, one of the Ginkgo Guild merchants, to look into the local legends. She said she should be back in only three days.

Today was the third, and she had not shown up in Jubilife that day while he had been situated at the training grounds. To say he was worried was a slight understatement.

Lady Sneasler mewled contentedly at him as he entered, curled up near her nest as she watched her unmoving eggs. Well, not quite- one wobbled right after he thought that. A good sign! He hadn’t quite understood why helping his lady with her eggs felt so… right, to him. Like he’d done this before. But he never questioned it, just lent his assistance to his noble whenever the time for a new litter came around.

“No major changes?” he asked, approaching her nest. The eggs had been moving slightly for a day or so. Lady Sneasler shook her head, but didn’t seem worried. Things were progressing on schedule. 

Suddenly, they both heard the frantic call of a flute from somewhere above the cave. He recognized Akari’s tune for Lady Sneasler almost immediately, and alarm bells went off almost immediately in his head. He’d never heard his niece’s playing sound like this. 

Sneasler jumped to action immediately. He desperately wanted to accompany her, to see why Akari sounded so desperate- but he knew his Lady would feel a lot more comfortable if her eggs were not left completely unattended this close to hatching. 

“I will make sure nothing happens to them,” he promised her as she nodded, knocking his hat over his eyes before taking off quickly.

His answers came not long after, as it turned out Akari asked Lady Sneasler to bring her straight to him for comfort. Volo had betrayed her, had turned on her as soon as she’d had the 17 plates he didn’t have and likely would have killed her if she hadn’t managed to scrape a win. His blood boiled with anger, but there was nothing to be done now. Volo had disappeared after his loss, and left her with the last plate she’d needed. 

He hugged her close as she sobbed into his shoulder.

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

Akari was missing.

He had spent the last week or so frantically scouring every corner of Hisui for his niece, alongside what felt like the entirety of the Galaxy Team (and Irida and Adaman).

The last time he’d seen her, she had told him she’d almost completed the Pokedex, had only one more Pokemon left to catch. Arceus. Creator of all. She had been heading to fight it, had stopped to ask him a question.

“Do you… want to go home?”

He hadn’t given her a definitive answer and had spent the rest of the day pondering it (getting no closer to making a decision) before growing worried over the fact that he hadn’t seen her by the time night fell. He’d went back to Jubilife to see if she’d gone home, and Laventon thought she was with him.

She hadn’t been seen since.

He was beyond worried, had barely ate or slept as he helped search for her, only taking breaks to stop and refuel and recharge when his Lady physically forced him to. He could tell she was worried as well, but didn’t let that stop her from making him take care of himself. 

It reminded him of someone. He wasn’t sure who, but more flashes of electricity and also soft yellow fabric danced through his mind.

Right now was one such occasion, as she’d forced him into her basket and brought him back to his tent to eat before he collapsed on her. 

He was nibbling on an oran berry when he heard it.

The familiar pattering of running feet, but that wasn’t quite all, there were… multiple sets? 

All he knew is one belonged to his niece, and he leapt up and threw the door to his tent open as Akari launched himself into his arms.

“Uncle!” she cried happily, throwing her arms around his neck. 

“Akari! I was so worried!” he exclaimed, relief exploding through him.

“I’m so sorry I disappeared, Arceus accidentally sent me back home before I was ready, but you’re never gonna believe who I found and brought back to Hisui with me!”

“Who?” he asked curiously, setting her down.

“EMMET!”

…

“Emmet, why are you wearing my pants?”

Emmet looked down, coffee in hand, still waking up. “Ah! It would seem I grabbed the wrong pair.”

Ingo snorted, grabbing a tie and throwing it around his neck. “Well, you’ll want to change quickly, so we still make it in to the station on schedule.”

Emmet stood to change, then had a mischievous idea pop into his head. His smile turned sly as he leaned over and pulled Ingo’s hat off his head, putting it on his own. 

“Or maybe I will go as Ingo to work today!”

Ingo looked exasperated as Emmet snickered. “We are not swapping places again today.”

“Aw, but why not?” Emmet made his way over to the coatrack, grabbing Ingo’s coat and throwing it over his shoulders with a dramatic flair. 

“We have never been able to pull off a successful swap ever in our lives,” Ingo pointed out, walking over to snatch his hat back. “Mostly because someone can’t be loud enough to save his life.”

“Says you who can’t be quiet enough to throw suspicion!” Emmet countered, pulling Ingo’s shoes on. He threw his arms up in a mirror of his own normal pose, raising his voice as loudly as he could get it to go as he yelled, 

“ALL ABOOOOARD!”

It was not nearly as loud as Ingo’s, and he even heard his voice crack. Ingo snorted, and it quickly turned into laughter. “See?! Case in point!”

Emmet pouted, but the mischievous light refused to leave his eyes. “Well, let’s see what the depot agents have to say about your theory!” He threw the door open. Ingo rolled his eyes. 

“Well, don’t blame me when you get caught in less than a minute.”

Ingo headed back down the hallway as Emmet cackled and walked out of the door to make his way to work ahead of his brother, who clearly was not going to play along. He could at least have a little fun before his brother inevitably joined him there and brought his harmless ruse to light.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Emmet would never make it to the station.

…

A man, frowning, in a black coat and hat and slacks and shoes, stood in front of him, looking like he was about to completely fall apart.

“Ingo,” Emmet breathed, realization and subsequently, memories crashing over him like a tsunami.

Ingo broke, throwing himself at Emmet, who was more than happy to catch his sobbing brother in his arms. He soon found himself joining him in his cries as memory after memory of his twin brother played through his mind, memories of the subway, of their beloved partners (his first partner was Eelektross, not Chandelure, the lightning that he had recalled suddenly making much more sense), of their friends and family. The two of them collapsed to the ground in each other’s arms.

“You’re alive,” Ingo sobbed, clutching Emmet close. “I was so scared, Emmet, I thought I had lost you, that- that you’d-”

“I’m alive,” he whispered, holding Ingo just as tightly, his quiet voice making sense to him for the first time in years. “I’m here, Ingo, I’m here. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to leave.”

“I know, it’s not your fault, Dawn- er, you still know her as Akari- explained everything she could. I’m just so relieved. I missed you so, so much.”

They didn’t move for several minutes more, until they both had calmed enough to break from their hug, but they didn’t move far. Emmet held his brothers trembling arms as Ingo cupped his face, the two of them touching their foreheads together. 

“So, I guess you’re Uncle Emmet now, huh?” Akari piped up. Emmet looked over at her with a smile on his face (it felt so much better, so much more like himself), and nodded. 

“Though I guess you do still have an Uncle Ingo, if that’s what you want.”

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

Explaining the situation to everyone in Hisui had been an… odd experience, to say the least. Lady Sneasler at least didn’t seem to care, more interested in the new coat he wore (Ingo had brought his regular white coat for him, which Emmet felt so much more at home in) and the identical man in black who refused to leave his side. She could tell them apart with ease, which didn’t surprise him much. For his team, it was much the same. 

Lady Irida and the other Pearl Clan wardens had been confused, to say the least. It had required quite the explanation to fully get across to them that the man they had known as Warden Ingo for the last four years was, in fact, named Emmet, who had remembered his brother’s name before even his own. But eventually the point got across, and it especially helped having Akari there to back them up. The Galaxy Team and Diamond Clan had, at one point, just decided to stop questioning it and just go along with it. 

At the very least, it had been easy to prove that Ingo wasn’t a Zoroark.

Being called Warden Emmet was odd. But in a verrrrrry good way. He definitely was struggling a bit with identity, having grown so used to accidentally pretending to be his brother for four years. But Ingo was helping him to remember what being Emmet meant, and he was most certainly happier than he’d ever been before in Hisui.

And as more and more of his memories returned to him, he quickly grew more and more homesick for the life he’d left behind when he disappeared. He had a whole team of Pokemon waiting for him, dozens of Joltik who Ingo had spent so long caring for in his absence. Elesa, Uncle Drayden, and Iris waiting to welcome him home with open arms. An entire subway full of trainers stronger than he could ever have imagined in Hisui.

He missed it so, so much.

So it was to no one’s surprise when he decided, only days after Ingo had appeared in Hisui, that it was time for him to go home. Akari- who also had not been going by her real name in Hisui, he’d discovered, and was actually named Dawn- had already had her happy reunions with everyone she’d left behind, and had only come back to Hisui to help Ingo get there and to reassure everyone there that she was okay, that she had found her own true home again.

Lady Irida had taken his resignation better than he expected, admitting she knew that it was an inevitable possibility. She saw no reason to prevent him from returning to his own space when he so clearly longed for it. 

Lady Sneasler had promptly decided not to accept his resignation at all, and decided she was, instead, coming along with him, along with three kits from her most recent litter. She handed her title down to her eldest child. 

Emmet vehemently refused to admit he had cried a bit when she had told him. Leaving her was going to be the hardest part of leaving Hisui, and now he didn’t have to!

After that, he’d only had a few scarce goodbyes to say, his Hisuian team also deciding to join him even after he gave them all the opportunity to stay behind with Zisu (the third hardest goodbye out of all of them). 

Then, as soon as he was ready, with Ingo and Dawn by his side, Arceus sent them all back home.

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

“YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING DUMBASS!”

This was exactly the reaction he had been expecting from Elesa, Emmet realized, as she threw her arms around him, and he snorted as he returned her embrace, holding her tightly and not even trying to stop the tears that formed in his eyes. This was the reunion he was most looking forward to. 

“You scared the shit out of us, you asshole,” she sobbed. “Don’t ever do that to us again.”

“I won’t. So long as I have any say in it. I promise I won’t.”

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

His Pokemon had been left in Elesa’s care while Ingo had gone to find him, he found out. Elesa, much more calm than she had been not even thirty minutes ago, handed him one Pokeball in particular with a soft smile. He cradled the ball carefully, eyes shimmering as he let his beloved partner out.

Eelektross spun on him, screeching with joy as it slammed into him, wrapping its body around him in its own version of a desperate hug. Emmet curled around the Pokemon. “I missed you, too,” he whispered.

⇅ ⇅ ⇅

“So you ended up in Ancient Sinnoh, with no memories, except Ingo’s name?” Drayden’s eyebrow rose. “Because you were wearing his coat and hat when you disappeared.”

“Yup!” Emmet popped the p. At his side was a very clingy Iris, who he had one arm around. His other hand was in Ingo’s, as it had been for most of the last week or so.

Elesa buried her head in her hands. “I cannot believe this. You two are so identical, you mistook yourself for Ingo. Despite remembering nothing about him or yourself.”

He looked at Ingo with a smirk on his face. “See? I told you I could pass as you if I really wanted to.”

“NO ONE IN HISUI KNEW EITHER OF US BEFORE YOU FELL THERE.”

[archersxartxblog]

Work in progress

so I figure I'd post a little work in progress here since this chapter has had a rough start.

also, I wanted to post a little fluffy moment with Lampent, cause it's been a hot minute. might do more of these, depending on how I feel.

warning this has not been proofread yet so there are probably a few mistakes.

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Lampent hovered close to her trainer as he slept, her eyes closed as she ignored the world around her and focused solely on her partner.

His breathing

His Heart beat

And his soul

That was all she needed, to know he was going to be okay.

Lampent was honestly surprised that she had not been kicked out. Had this been Unova, they would have recalled her back into her Pokeball and given it to Drayden, and she would not have seen her trainer until after he was better.

In fact, she had been shocked when Calaba had ejected a group of humans what had tried to remove her, claiming she was ‘one of Almighty Sinnoh’s creations and deserved to be with her partner as much as Calaba’s Bibarel deserved to be with her.’ a kind sentiment that Lampent appreciated, even if the old woman still kept a close untrusting eye on her.

She had escaped her Pokeball the moment she’d been able to, distressed to find that her trainer and his family had been harmed and she had been unable to help. And Since, had refused to leave him, only moving aside so that the old human Calaba could tend to him. 

Ingo had been hit in the head rather head during the Avalanche, and had been left with a minor fractures in his skull and knee and a concussion good measure. 

Lampent had to admit she had panicked a bit when she first escaped her Pokeball and saw

Trainer looking like he had just lost a fight with a Mow rotom. 

But now that the blood had been cleaned off and bandages had been applied, he was looking much more lively. Even if he was sleeping a lot.

She drifted closer to him, resting an arm on his head as gently as she could. He would be fine, she would make sure of it, even if she forced herself to learn Pain split to do it.

Behind her she could hear Eelektrik’s Pokeball rattling on the floor next to his trainer. The eel pokemon clearly trying to break free.

Poor Eelektrik, he never did get the hang of opening his Pokeball from the inside. As much as she disliked Zoroark for being a jerk to his trainer, the two often teased Eelektrik on his inability to exit his Pokeball on his own. Chalking it up to his lack of arms.

Normally she would have let him out by now, but she figure she’d let him struggle for a little bit longer. Besides she wanted to see the look on his face when she told him Emmet het been curled up with another Pokemon. Even if it was just a Bergmite given to him to help with thepain and swelling in his shoulder.

Though she was honestly surprised that she’d been allow to stay and yet Eelektrik had not been let out. Then again, it might have been because she was already out, and they didn’t want to risk releasing some of the bigger Pokemon the twins had caught during their time. 

She had heard the Palina human warning the others about Gyarados, and Lampent had to agree with that. If she had panicked over Ingo when she had first seen him, she did not want to see how the quick tempered motherly water-type would have reacted.

Or maybe the humans of the Pearl clan were a lot like Eelektrik and just didn’t know how to the Pokeball.

The world may never know.

Once more Lampent shut her eyes once more, feeling that urge to sifin off some of the life energy from the occupants within the room, and pushed it back down. The urge successfully squashed, she flew over to Ingo’s satchel and opened it, removing one of the treats she knew Ingo in there and consuming it, before returning to her trainer’s side.

Ever since the battle with the Abomasnow, and her cowardly attempt to runaway, Lampent had been trainig in secert when her Trainer was sleeping or otherwise distracted. All under the direction and watchful eye of both Lady Sneasler and Gliscor.

The two older pokemon instructing her on the best way to push herself. How to use less energy with her attacks and how to best suppress the natural urges that would hurt her partner. 

And it was working. 

Day by day her attacks were hitting harder without the need to repleshise herself constantly, and Ingo was no longer dragging his feet after an hour of spending time with her.

Sure after her little training sessions, she was normally tired but it was nothing that one of the Warden’s muffins couldn’t take care of.

It was worth it just to be able to coexist with her trainer for more then a hour.

Sure, the longer she spent with him the more of a test it was to keep herself in. but for him she was willing to step up to the challenge.

If the story Ingo’s dad had told her was correct, then the man had once had a Chandelure for a partner and they had been able to make it work. If Warden Ingo was able to become so close with his partner he was able to remember them even with his amnesia, then she could do the same for her trainer.

His breathing

His heart beat

And His Soul

That was all she needed to know that he was going to be okay.

And even if things started to look dark for him, she would be his guiding light.

[outoutdamnspark]

Promise

Prompt drabble for @bubblymilkgalaxy, who requested “  you don’t have to deal with this alone.  ” with their lovely OC, Sugi.

(Sadly, tumblr apparently friggen ate my post when I went to save it as a draft, so we’re doing this, instead. >_<)

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(word count is 1,894?!)

This got much longer than I intended it to, but uhhhh. Considering how patient you’ve been and that you’ve been waiting over a week for this, I’m pretty okay with the length. 😅

Thank you so much for the ptompt, and thank you for letting me write your OC! (Sugi is the absolute sweetest, I love her~)

(CW: fluff and warm-fuzzy feelings. Ingo holds a baby.)

For added softness, here’s what I was listening to while I wrote~

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It’s late when he arrives in Jubilife. 

The lanterns have already been lit, the streets bathed in their warm glow as the sun finishes setting; Ingo is thankful for their light as he takes the steps up to Galaxy Hall two at a time.

He makes his way inside, so focused on reaching his destination that he seems locked in a stupor, and he breezes down the corridor so swiftly that he very nearly doesn’t notice the woman standing firm in the doorway until he almost runs directly into her.

Ingo blinks. 

Miss Pesselle is barring his way.

Ingo feels his face beginning to burn with embarrassment. “I… I apologize, Ma’am,” he starts. He pauses to clear his throat, his voice dry and gravely from lack of recent use. 

But the medic arches a brow at him, holding his next stumbling words in place inside his mouth. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to slow down, Warden.” Her tone is stern, though not unkind, and she tilts her chin ever-so-slightly in a way that softens her expression. “I know you’re eager, and it’s incredibly sweet.” She nods behind her, into the room and its hidden occupant. “But please keep in mind the stress they’ve both just gone through?”

Ingo swallows thickly. He attempts to peer around Pesselle’s shoulder to see inside the room behind her, but she leans her weight to the side to obscure his line of sight.

Ingo curls his fingers against his palms to try and ground himself, wishing he had a way to shake out the excess nervous energy that wouldn’t come off as overly rude.

“Is she…? Did… Are they…?”

The medic huffs, shaking her head with a faint smile. “They’re both fine, Warden. I’d have told you if they weren’t.” 

Finally, finally, she steps aside, though she holds up a hand to stall him just long enough to say, “Farthest bed back, and remember, calm; she’s exhausted.” Pesselle drops her hand and nods once more, waving him on through. Ingo has just barely passed her when she murmurs, “Congratulations on the daughter, by the way.”

Ingo ducks his face, tugging the brim of his cap down to hide the new blush searing across his cheeks, and hurries further into the room. He focuses on the bed at the very back near the wall, still mostly hidden behind the privacy screen, and tries to ignore both Pesselle’s chuckling and his own pounding heart. 

‘Daughter…?’

(He knows he should feel guilty for the rush of warm fondness the thought brings to him, but finds he simply… can’t.)

Ingo slows his steps as he nears the bed, softening his footfalls. His hand trembles slightly as he places it on the edge of the privacy screen to help him round it; his breath steals as he steps inside. 

“...Oh.”

Miss Sugi looks up at the sound of his quiet exclamation. She looks tired, tousled, but otherwise alright. For a moment she seems mildly startled - then, softly, like a gentle dawn, a smile blooms across her face. “Mr. Ingo!”

Ingo releases the breath trapped in his lungs and slowly sinks into a waiting chair beside the bed. Relief pools like a tincture in his chest, bidding him to reach out and wrap an arm around his dear friend’s shoulders, pulling her into a careful hug. 

“Oh thank Sinnoh,” he breathes; “I was so worried.”

Sugi laughs as she hugs him back with one arm, the sound quiet and sweet as stream water. “Thank you,” she whispers against his temple. “For coming all this way.” She lets him cling to her for a few long moments before leaning back out of his hold to prop herself up against the bed pillows. 

“Of course, Miss Sugi.” He lets her pull away, sitting back in his chair so that he isn’t hovering over her. His lips tug upwards at the corners into a faint, fond smile. 

She returns it, and despite the exhaustion making its home in the shape of her, the warmth and gratitude are clear. 

Shifting her grip on the small, blanket-wrapped bundle nestled in the crook of her arm, Sugi holds it out towards him. “Would you like to hold her?” she asks, carefully tucking the edge of the blanket away from the baby’s face.

Ingo feels his heart flutter. His hands raise without his bidding, fingers twitching slightly as he holds himself back from something he hadn’t realized until this very moment that he (evidently) desperately wants. He swallows. “Are… are you certain?” He looks from the swaddled babe up to Sugi’s face, eyes wide and hopeful even through his trepidation.

Sugi just nods, a soft laugh trickling from her lips. 

Ingo’s hands tremble. He reaches for the precious passenger held securely in his companion’s arms - terrified and excited in equal measure, in a quiet sort of way that causes him to hesitate several times. He reaches, then pulls away, only to reach again, until his fear and gentle want break even, and Sugi takes matters into her own hands by reaching one out to catch at Ingo’s own. 

“Here,” she tells him, pressing the child into the bend of his elbow and maneuvering his arms until they’re curled just so. “Like this.” She slips her hands away, leaving Ingo to hold the most priceless treasure he’s ever been unworthy to hold. 

Warm.

The babe in his arms is warm and weighty and oh, so alive - even sound asleep, squirming unconsciously closer to where his heartbeat thumps against the inside of his chest. He stares down at it in disbelief, and feels something that had once been hollow inside him, for so long that he’d grown used to it, finally fill to the brim. 

“What’s her name?” he asks, surprised and yet not to hear the quaver in his voice.

(He does not see the way that Sugi watches them both - soft, proud, adoring, but also tinged with worry. Her eyes turn sad at the corners, and she dips her head to hide it from him lest he look back up.)

“...Nary,” she says at length.

Ingo doesn’t notice the pause before her answer, too preoccupied with brushing the back of one finger down the sleeping baby’s cheek. “Nary…” he repeats in wonder. When he lifts his gaze to Sugi, his eyes are wet with unshed tears. “Bravo, Miss Sugi.”

She smiles at him, though it’s strained, tight; this one, Ingo notices. 

“...Miss Sugi?”

Sugi sighs. Looking down at her newborn daughter in Ingo’s hands, she wrings her own in the bedsheets. It takes her a moment to speak, but Ingo is patient and waits for her to find her words.

“They think she’s yours. The… Everyone.”

Ingo blinks. This is not a particularly new development; he’s heard people refer to him and Sugi as husband and wife before, remembers how not ten minutes ago, Pesselle had congratulated him on the birth of “his” daughter. It has never really bothered him before, but thinking on it now, he realizes that perhaps his own ambivalence towards the misconception is not a shared sentiment. 

(And yet, he cannot deny the way the thought of fatherhood makes something deep in his heart seem to calm - like the sea settling after a storm, or the quietude of night as it falls.)

The warden purses his lips, natural frown turning further downward. “I…” He pauses, thinking of what to say. Taking a deep breath, he gently shifts little Nary in his hold, rocking her slowly to help himself ground. “It does not bother me,” he confesses. “And if it would help you both in any way, then I will happily play the role.” He risks a glance back up at his friend, trying to read her expression, but Sugi’s head is still tucked down.

Ingo presses on. “I say this with no expectations. You are very dear to me; I simply wish to be allowed to stay at your side.” He flicks his gaze back to the tiny girl pressed over his heart. “Both of you. If… if you will let me.”

He keeps his eyes on Nary - precious thing - and gives Sugi time unobserved to process his words. He is rewarded by the faint, watery sound of his friend inhaling through parted lips. 

“...They’ll talk,” she whispers. 

Ingo lifts his eyes slightly, just enough to watch Sugi’s hands twist the blanket into anxious knots. Slowly, he nods. “They will,” he agrees - because it’s true, the village seems to thrive on gossip at times. “But then again, they always do, about anyone that isn’t themselves.”

Sugi snorts in reply, though the sound is pained. “She doesn’t look like you.” She finally looks up from her hands, settling her gaze on Nary instead. 

It’s enough for Ingo to see her face. 

Adjusting his arms until he can safely free one of his hands, Ingo reaches out and places it over one of Sugi’s own, his lips tilting up at the corners in a tiny, genuine smile. “We will think of something.” He gives her hand a careful, timid squeeze.

But instead of his words comforting her, Sugi sucks in a shaky breath and shakes her head sadly. “I don’t want them whispering about you,” she admits, voice little more than a rasp. “You’ve been nothing but kind since we met - you don’t deserve–”

Ingo can already see where this is going, can see the worry mixing with her exhaustion, can see his friend beginning to spiral; he squeezes her hand again and shushes her quietly. “Miss Sugi,” he calls gently. He rubs his thumb across the backs of her fingers in a slow, soothing rhythm. “I am quite accustomed to being gossiped about. It is simply a product of my existence as a stranger to these lands.” He tries to stretch his smile into something reassuring, hopes it’s successful. “And regardless of time and familiarity, I am, at the root of it all, an outsider. People will think what they will of me, and I have long since accepted this as fact.”

The warden tilts his head further, ducking slightly, willing his friend to meet his eyes and see how sincere he is. “I am unbothered,” he repeats. His smile slips away, back into a frown. “But… I also understand that my own situation is much different than yours. If you would rather I stay aw–”

And now it’s Ingo’s turn to be interrupted. 

“No!” Sugi softly gasps, her own hand turning under Ingo’s and catching at it anxiously. Her head comes up from her chest and she stares at him with wide, misty eyes. “Please no. Please don’t leave.”

Slowly, so, so slowly, afraid to push too far and overstep, Ingo folds their hands together, palm to palm. He does not entwine their fingers; he does not know if that would be too informal. 

“You have my word, Miss Sugi.” With that same careful slowness, Ingo’s smile creeps back up at the corners of his mouth, honest and quiet. “I am not going anywhere.”

Sugi doesn’t answer him with words at first; instead, she clutches his hand tightly in a trembling grip and allows the tension to drain from her stiff and shaking shoulders.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Of course,” he whispers back. His smile grows infinitesimally wider.

“I’d never leave you to do this alone.”

Not much is said after that. Ingo sits at his friend’s bedside until she slips into much needed sleep, and cradles a daughter that is not his own but already loves as if she were.

[leggerefiore]

cw: short, fluff, pla Ingo

pairing: Ingo/Reader

Ingo sighed as he laid his bounty in the basin of the small home. You were still out on a survey, as he had checked with your captain to be certain. His pack had made her cock a brow up, yet his explanation soothed whatever worries may have she held. Instead, he politely excused himself and headed to your home at once. There, he slipped off his shoes in the entryway and headed for the small front room, which brought him back to the present. His coat and cap were laid out while his heavy tunic was slipped off. The left him in just his undershirt and slacks.

You had clearly mentioned being sick of potato mochi as of late. He understood. Eating the same thing over and over again could grow boring, and variety truly was the spice of life. That was something he almost definitely recalled, even before meeting you. Something inside of him did not mind the soups and stews often served by the Pearl Clan, but having the same one so many days in a row had been truly maddening. Even if he understood it was due to the difficulty of agriculture in the icelands, he had needed a change. That was why a certain skill apparently came back to him so easily.

He began to wash off the foraged items he brought from his wanderings in the highlands. Irida had commented on his talents with cooking as it almost was as notable as his abilities with pokemon. A comment that he must have been a servant before he ended up here made him feel oddly flustered. That did not seem correct with his more recent memories, however.

Noodles that he had bought from Beni were placed to the side while water was set over your built-in stove to coke to a boil. A knife was taken from your set as he back to chop the ingredients. Ingredients were separated out by how they would be added to the pot. Mushrooms came first, hoping to make the broth that he deaired. A bit of seasonings for flavour that Beni had offered was dumped in, too, but he wondered if it would have the effect needed. When that seemed to have become mixed together in the boil, the noodles were added. Then, after they had become glossy and absorbed the broth, the vegetables previously gathered were also dumped in. The room smelled pleasantly. Ingo sat down and wiped his brow. Even he felt a bit hungry now.

By the time you had arrived home, the dish was ready. You gasped when you were greeted at the door by the Warden. He had leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips and help get you ready to relax. Sitting you down near the fire, he filled a bowl to serve you. The hot porcelain almost scorched your hands, but your stomach growled. Beginning to eat, you felt your taste buds alight with flavour. His cooking was wonderful, as it always had been. Your praise spoken to him only made him fluster and look away.

“I am happy to hear that, dearest,” Ingo spoke as you continued to eat, “Irida had said that I must have been a servant from my skills here alone.” You stopped eating mid-mouthful and blinked at him.

“I mean… Kind of? At least in the station,” you nodded, “Well, no, you were in charge there. I guess at home you were.” He had always loved to slip on an apron and surprise you with a meal back in Unova. Then, on his off days, he tended to go crazy over chores. The fact that it continued here in Hisui made you feel a lot better about this entire situation. He was still the same Ingo somewhere inside, after all.

“… I was your servant?” he tilted his head in a familiar manner.

“No, we were together. You just liked to do things constantly, so…” You sighed, “You weren't anyone's servant, no.”

His hand unexpectedly grasped yours as he grew closer. Those flustered cheeks of his haunted your mind. Lips were against your own for a moment before he pulled away.

“I don't think I would mind being your servant,” he mumbled out, “… Won't you let me serve you tonight?”

You were not about to deny such a simple request from the man.

[r0-boat]

Master list 3

Key:

⭐- mosty my writing

🔪-yandere

🍷-kinks

🌹- smut

🧨- dark/dead dove

Pkmn Sc/Vio

Larry

MonsterFucker Larry⭐🌹🍷

Yandere!Larry ⭐🍷🌹🔪

Yan!Larry snaps⭐🌹🔪🍷

Alpha! Larry⭐🌹🍷

Lactation kink larry⭐🌹🍷

Larry pinning after waitress⭐🌹🍷

Waitress askes him out on a date⭐

Giving larry a Bento box hcs⭐ & part 2

Larry soft dom⭐🌹

Larry with pregnant!s/o⭐

Larry x waitress on a date⭐

Geeta

Sfw&Nsfw hcs⭐🌹

Teasing Geeta w/h proper s/o⭐🌹🍷

S/o on their period. Comforted cannons⭐

Rika

Breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Aphrodisiacs⭐🌹

Alpha!rika losses it⭐🌹🍷

Rika with a horny! s/o⭐🌹

Grusha

Snaps after you tease him all day⭐🍷🌹

Sub brat! Grusha⭐🌹🍷

Yan!grusha⭐🔪🌹

Clavell

Evil!Clavell headcannons⭐🔪🍷🌹🧨

Brassius

Bondage fantasy ⭐🌹🍷

Dendra

Dendra headcannons⭐

Multiple

Hassel,Rika,Larry they forget their lunch⭐

Brassius x reader x hassel p2⭐🌹🍷

Pokemon b/w

Ingo

Warden ingo x Zoroark hybrid reader⭐🍷

Self aware!ingo x depressed!reader⭐

Emmet

Emmet kissing hcs⭐

Random Emmet hcs⭐

Submas

Vampire twins hcs⭐

Stardew Valley headcannons⭐

Twins as fathers hcs⭐

Twins being fathers to twins⭐

Shy s/o comming out as trans⭐

N

N taking care of you on a cold day⭐

Pokemon DPPt/hisui

Cynthia

Cynthia Period hc⭐🌹

Cynthia fucks wth strap⭐🌹

Roark

Roark sfw & nsfw headcannons⭐🌹

Wallace

Wallace breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Cyllene

Dom! Pussy drunk ⭐🌹

Praise kink power play⭐🌹

Alpha!Cyllen hcs⭐

Volo

Volo slice of life with s/o⭐

Butler! Volo punishs s/o⭐🌹🍷

Volo breeding kink⭐🌹🍷

Volo being sweet headcanons ⭐

Melli

Peg him⭐🌹

Pokemon USUM

Blue and Red sharing S/o⭐🌹

Alpha!BluexOmega!reader⭐🌹🍷

Pokemon S/W

Piers, Kabu, Raihan dating hcs⭐

Pokemon ORAS

Maxie

Virgin!Maxie HCs ⭐🌹🍷

Maxie as a father⭐

Pokemon SwSh

Dom!Gordie⭐🌹

Pokemon SsHg

Morty in autumn⭐

Genshin Impact

Liyue

ZhonglixAdepti wife!reader Lantern right reunion⭐

Geo sovereign!ZhonglixWife!reader⭐

Sumeru

Pt1 Alpha!Haitham x omega!reader x omega!kaveh⭐🌹

Pt 2 More alpha Haitham x reader x onega kaveh⭐🌹

Pt3 MORE A!Haitham x reader x o!Kaveh⭐🌹

Pt 4 MOREE!! Alpha!alhaith x reader x omega kaveh⭐🌹

Fontaine

Pussy drunk Neuvillette⭐🌹

Neuvillette Comfort fluff⭐

Sub!Neuvillette ⭐🌹

wriothesley nsfw brain rot ramble ⭐🌹🍷

Honkai starrail

Jarilo vi

Dom!sampo hcs⭐🌹🍷

Gepard ramble⭐🌹🍷

Yan!Gepard⭐🌹🍷🔪🧨

The Xianzhou Loufu

Jing Yuan nsfw hcs⭐🌹🍷

Stellaron Hunters

Sucking Blade off⭐🌹

Obey me

Beelzebub

Teasing Sub!beel⭐🌹🍷

Sub bunnyboy! Barbatos⭐🌹🍷

Sub! Mammon degrading⭐🌹🍷

Multiple

Sampo, Caelus, Dan heng dating hcs⭐

Hsr men with audio accounts: part 1 ⭐🌹🍷🧨🔪

Neuvillette, blade, kafka tit sucking⭐🌹

Leon, larry and warden ingo with harpy s/o⭐

Neuvillette, Wriothesley oral(m!giving)head cannons⭐🌹

Various! Cuteness aggression with their partner(multifandom)⭐

[sleepingdeath-light]

male s/o hcs ; hinge!submas

requested by ; 🥭 anon (20/05/23) [5/6]

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emmet, ingo

outline ; “🥭 anon here! I’m so happy you’re willing to give my Submas request a shot even if it’ll take a while!! ✨ take as much time as you need, because I’m desperate to see content for these sillies and perfection takes time so I can wait~ I’d like to request sfw and nsfw general relationship headcanons for the Submas bros (separate headcanons and poly headcanons) with a male reader If possible!! 👉👈 also I appreciate that you write for male readers I think that’s great!!!!!!!!!!!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

note ; to state the obvious, the brothers aren’t dating each other they just share an s/o

this is a chaotic relationship to be in at the best of times because of just how different the brothers are

of course they both love you and they’re fond enough of each other, but there are naturally going to be times where they clash (as all siblings do) and you’re going to get caught up in the middle of it all

they most frequently butt heads when it comes down to whose turn it is to spend time with you — as they do have a schedule — because of some random factor or another

they’re just very insistent that they both get an equal amount of your attention and affection, and any indication that you prefer one or the other will lead to an argument

but aside from that your relationship with the brothers is generally very good, with everything running smoothly and being built on a foundation of shared goals and mutual trust and love for one another

for example, the brothers help each other organise and schedule their dates with you — and they always share and compare notes on what new food/show/drink you like afterwards

it’s a well oiled machine because they both love you so deeply and want to be the best boyfriends that they can be

dates are reserved for one of them at a time and date nights involve all three of you

like you could go for a walk (run) around the nearby park with emmet and his team and grab some ice cream along the way

or you could go with ingo to a local cafe to chat about work and your hobbies/interests

but on a date night might involve you being trapped between the brothers whilst watching a film at home, or going out for an evening picnic

(you take turns choosing the activity)

if one of the brothers is ill, you’ll stick at home to take care of them whilst the other covers their shift

most people don’t really get your relationship and will ask your partners stuff along the lines of: ‘aren’t you worried that your boyfriend is cheating on you with your brother?’

they’ll usually get a very bewildered look and a slow ‘no?’ as a response but after the thousandth time of being asked, the two just stopped acknowledging the question altogether

when you’re all out together, you’ll usually have your arm linked with ingo whilst holding emmet’s hand — all of you chatting and joking and doing as couples (throuples?) do

elesa thinks that you’re all absolutely adorable and is your biggest cheerleader (and the one who helps you plan gifts to give to your partners)

she calls you all her boys and loves you all to bits (platonically, of course)

your house is absolutely filled with joltiks and no amount of begging or pleading with emmet will ever convince him to stop bringing them home

you will learn so much about pokémon battles and trains throughout this relationship that you could probably write a full dissertation and some change about either

[ann-chovi]

[xxmaxwellxx]

Hey can someone help me find some more Pokémon fics?

1. This was a headcannon but the submas twins (separately) have cameras in their home so they check in on reader only to hear/see them crying so they rush home only to find reader cooking dinner and was crying over the chopped vegetables (I think it was an onion or garlic) Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/leggerefiore/709892340761886720/installing-cameras-in-the-home-for-security-but-it

2. Warden ingo returns home to emmet and reader only for him to forget he and reader are married. Reader is saddened by this but ingo tries to court reader anyway and I think at the end reader ends up spilling the beans that they are married Edit: here’s the link! https://www.tumblr.com/smallestapplin/687298409404792832/asks-are-open-ok-ok-ok-how-about-some-ingo

These fics were so cute and I really want to read them again, any help is appreciated!

[coramatus]

Really been putting this guy through the wringer lately. As recompense, he gets as many snuggles with Little Fluff as he wants.

[blueisquitetired]

For funzies may I present to you, the

Warden Ingo and His Brother AU

Okay, so here’s the pitch:

Ingo has been in Hisui for about 2-3 years now and has settled in okay. He’s still seen as an outsider and “unnerving”, but his skills with Pokémon and work as Lady Sneasler’s warden (she insisted) has earned him a begrudging respect among the clans. The hole in Ingo’s soul still pains him greatly, but he has learned to live with it.

And then Emmet falls into Hisui with no memory.

“But Blue!” I hear you cry. “Lots of people have already done that AU! This isn’t new at all!” But you are wrong! Most of those AUs focus on the twins being separated- a comedy of errors keeping them apart. Not THIS AU tho.

No, in this AU Ingo meets Emmet within days of him falling, (wether the Pearl Clan finds him or he he runs into him himself) and as soon as they lay eyes on each other (and this is important) they recognize each other immediately. Not by name, or even relationship, but that the other is the person they have been looking for- the most important person in the world. And then they hug and cry.

(Bonus points if the boys are a little facially blind and someone else has to point out to them that they look exactly the same)

Anyway, this is a soft AU about Ingo teaching his brother how to survive in this strange harsh world and rediscovering parts of himself that he had hidden away. (To make the fluff sweeter, this is a darker Hisui where everyone has scars and Ingo had to learn to mask) They love each other very much and work together well- easily falling back into being a two car train again. An AU about them finding happiness together in a harsh world 💙

Bonus thoughts!

- I think it would be interesting comparing how Emmet and Ingo react to having no memories. Like Ingo had to rebuild himself from the ground up while fighting loneliness and a feeling of otherness while Emmet falls with a support system already in place. As a result, Emmet cares a lot less about getting his memories back then Ingo does. He’s got his brother right here, and if his nightmares are anything to go off of, he doesn’t think he’ll like his more recent memories

- While Ingo had to learn to mask to survive, I don’t think he lets anyone give Emmet flack for his autistic traits. In exchange, Emmet helps Ingo learn to unmask in private or around friends (First time Emmet sees Ingo force a smile he’s like “??!!?! What are you doing!!??”)

Relearn you autistic stims through the power of love lol

- Ingo is also super self sacrificial in this AU. Like, he’s already covered in scars and has been through a lot of pain- but his baby brother hasn’t yet. He doesn’t want his twin getting hurt. (Emmet chews him out for babying him. Doesn’t stop Ingo from blocking his brother from Pokémon attacks though)

But yeah, thought it might be fun to share some AU stuff I have that I don’t plan to write fics for. Feel free to ask questions or add contributions to this post!

[answrs]

@nemesis-is-my-middle-name

offering you a virtual hug and some fluff to hopefully lift your spirits a bit.

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normally a warden doesn't directly help raise their noble's offspring (or if they do they certainly don't sleep in the dang nest!). but the first year Ingo is there a kit gets sick and needs round the clock care, so it stays in his tent both to keep the others healthy and give it the attention it needs

(another warden of Sneasler might suggest the runt be abandoned to the whims of nature, but Ingo will not let a passenger be railed if he has the slightest chance of saving them).

after a fortnight or so it's finally recovered enough to be reintegrated to the rest of the litter. Sneasler is pleasantly surprised, and happily takes the playful sneasel back up to the nest.

everything is going great! the now-healthy kit slips right back in with it's siblings like it never even left... until nighttime comes around and it refuses to settle down and sleep, thus keeping *her* awake as well. for like three solid days.

turns out it grew so used to Ingo holding it close and snoring that it can't sleep without the gravelly sound it now associates with safety and comfort.

ingo is just finally falling asleep in his cot down the cliff when an exhausted and exasperated noble stomps in, grabs him by the scruff of his sleepwear, then climbs back up and shoves him unceremoniously into the heap of wriggling offspring.

rather than be kept up by the noise, the whole litter sleeps like rocks the entire night, so he sleeps with them in the nest for the remainder of the litter's time there.

when the last kit has gone out into the world, he's expecting to have to return to his tent, and while the prospect makes him sad it's understandable now he's not needed for comforting Sneasler's kits anymore.

...except after a few hours of tossing and turning he's awoken by a large, lanky mass of a pokemon awkwardly shuffling into his tent.

(turns out Sneasler got more used to his company in her den than she expected, and is having trouble sleeping without him there too. ;p)

by the next day, his sleepwear and bedding have been transferred to the noble's den, and by month's end the rest of his possessions have too. his warden tent is relegated to storage space and gives Melli quite a fright when they go to bang down his door one night only to find the space deserted.

[zealofchronos]

A male reader blog? In this economy?!? What are the fucking odds?

Unrelated but oogh I love your formatting it's so 👌👌👌 makes my braincell very pleased

Anyways!! Please feel free to disregard this if you aren't actively taking requests, I just wanted to write this idea down before I forgot it haha. So... Ingo, right? Mr train man. The yoinky sploinky.

I'm assuming you've played PLA (if you haven't my bad) but... Perchance some headcanons of a warden ingo and a male reader. Reader is a member of the diamond clan for that sweet forbidden romance.

For specifics, Reader has a weird affinity for Pokemon and has befriended a completely feral weavile that dropped through one of the space time vortexes!! His Weavile is homies with Lady Sneasler so naturally he and Ingo have become friends.

Anyways!! General relationship headcanons between them, perhaps a little sneakiness to avoid getting caught (even if they're extremely obvious and everybody knows) both sfw and nsfw are fine, whatever u feel like doin my man

For a final note, if you do named anons, can I b Bones Anon? Because I eat bones 🦴

Thank u have a good day

hello, hello ! ♡

why, yes, i do so happen to be a male reader blog! also thank you, hehe, i didn't think much about the formatting.. i just got inspired by seeing other writer blogs and went this is my style :)

anyway, looks like not only do we have our first request and first official post, but also my first ever anon! ♡

welcome to the cozy corner, bones anon! 🦴

yes, i have played LA! i've watched some, rp'ed some, but played even fewer for pokémon— i only have shield and LA, and i'm planning to get SV soon though! i absolutely love the idea you've bestowed upon me, ingo is such a skrunkle.

so, without further ado...

on the downlow ;; ingo x male!reader headcanons

content ;- fluff , nsfw , soft dom ingo , sub reader , anal sex , semi public sex , clothed sex , oral ( ingo receiving with implied reader receiving ) , sexy consent , creampie , cockwarming , implied aftercare , pet names ( darling )

not proofread. nsfw below the cut. minors dni.

> hailing from the diamond clan, values of time were always ingrained within you. sure, you weren't as vocal as adaman, but you held it in your heart. but as one who spends his time around pokémon, you never focused on "wasting" time, but rather "taking your time".

> no matter the type of beast you face, your patience never once ran thin, and you made tons of pokémon friends— some normal, but many out of the norm that many wouldn't ever dare approach.

> be it a raging ursaring, or curious ghosts that lurk, you always found a way to make friends. even this absolute feral weavile that everyone told you to not approach. it took way too much time, but you somehow managed to have it partner up with you.

> of course, with the help of the galaxy expedition team, you had found out that sneasel like cold places! you wanted to give your dear weavile some friends, so you decided to make a trip to the coronet highlands!

> little did you know, this little trip would sow a seed that would sprout over time. you met warden ingo, one who stayed with the pearl clan. it wasn't exactly you who initiated anything— but rather your beloved weavile had took an interest in lady sneasler.

and soon began this little relationship.

> ingo doesn't exactly have the pearl clan's ultimate belief in his heart— perhaps that is why he soon began to accept your presence around him and the pokémon he was the warden of. at first it was just idle chit chat as your weavile and lady sneasler began a friendship of their very own, but soon it grew. you'd exchange gifts and trinkets, things that reminded you of each other. it was wonderful, especially when he'd share a berry with you as he said you were as sweet as it.

> spending time out in the highlands meant it was often cold. despite your protests, claiming that you'll get used to it with "time", ingo's ragged coat would often be drapped around your shoulders. he thinks it's fitting on you, claiming that it was as though the "space" in his coat was perfect to hold someone like you.

> the protection of the ghosts you've befriended will always be something you cherish. for when night falls and you long for the other, they guide you in the darkness to meet him. he is more than happy to have you in his arms at the wee hours, and he secretly thanks the pokémon that guided you to him with little offerings.

> surely enough, some of the diamond clan would question your odd disappearances every time you went to seek him out. you'd never tell them where you went, despite them all being worried for you. after all, despite your patience with pokémon, it simply meant you were just as prone to trouble. sometimes the two of you would meet just outside jubilife, exchanging sweet affections hidden away from the gaze of your clans. nobody would be there, and it was perfect.

> by now, ingo proclaimed himself as an expert on... you. he knew you like his pokémon, the back of his hand. he knew what you'd like, where to find you... where you like to be touched, how his kisses affect you. yes... he does think he knows a lot about you.

he wants to know even more.

> nights in hisui were beautiful— the sky above was always astounding. but only one sight would maintain the spot of ingo's most preferred sight; you between his legs pleasuring him with your mouth. the same mouth that spouts flowery words as flirtacious remarks, the same mouth that peppers kisses across his cheeks. seeing you work so passionately to pleasure him makes him want to do the same to you. he will do the same to you.

> sometimes, touches go a little too far, and before you even knew it, the both of you are entangled in one another out in the open. far away from civilisation, far away from pokémon, the two of you are stuck in your own world with only each other. he holds you tightly by your waist as your legs lock around him, clothes barely tugged apart as he wanted you there and then. you couldn't complain, you wanted him too, after all.

> ingo always listens. "is this okay?" or "are you feeling good, darling?" are words you commonly hear in your ears as he gets intimate with you. holding you in an embrace so dear like no other, he makes sure you're always still there, feeling exactly what he wants you to feel. for as long as you tell him, he'd give his all to you and never less.

> you're intoxicating- addicting even. your tightness around him as him groaning in your ears and he simply wants to feel more. his hands roam all over you with a certain fervor, gripping down as he feels you up. your skin on his, you never expected that he was so close. the only sign you got was a low moan in your ears as he nuzzled in close, hips stuttering before he filled you up. you are always too good to him, and he wants to be just as good to you. he'll see to it that he'll clean up your messes, and he follows through every time.

> being a warden is hard work. it's stressful, especially when some other clan members are being nosy or bossy. when this happens, he can't help but want to seek you out. you are his saving grace, his divine angel that he wants to bask in the light of. when you finally meet him, you realise how pent up he is— but he doesn't want anything more but to feel you around him. he has you in his lap, his arms wrapped around you as he nestles himself within your warmth to stay there for as long as you both would like. the comfort of a lover has never felt better than this.

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