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shadowonwater · 2 years

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Viral Pokerus: Volo

Volo wasn't happy about the rift being gotten rid of, but thought it would be suspicious if he didn't go to the festival. Besides, the guild was asked to help set it up and to sell things there. Ginter, however, didn't ask for Volo for the setting up part. Ginter thinks he's lazy.

It was just fine for Volo to sell stuff during the festival though. He sold a bit, but he got bored and stopped. He decides to mess with Lucas and the town by letting Lucas's Pokemon loose from the pasture. It does indeed cause some chaos. Afterwards Lucas is spending all his time just keeping an eye on the pastures. Volo is happy to ruin the festival for him.

Volo and the other Gingko Guild members are supposed to pack up early to meet a company ship that's arriving soon. Volo is happy to do so, he doesn't really care much for the celebration anyways. It's to his delight to see that the festival was ending early anyway. Getting a cold is the least they could do for ruining his plans, serves them right!

As usual, Volo doesn't actually go to help unload the company ship. There's enough people there that he figures no one notices his absence. Ginter does notice, and it's part of the reason he considers Volo lazy.

Volo goes to Coronet to continue training his Pokemon. He plans to make Lucas pay, but he won't be able to do so without defeating Lucas's Pokemon first. So he's spending much of his free time training his Pokemon. His Gabite is close to evolving so he's going to focus on training it.

He's been training Gabite for only a day and it's evolved! He continues training with it but there's some sort of commotion going on. That Ingo guy and his Pokemon and tromping through the mountain calling for Melli. Volo hides, wondering what this is all about.

Several hours later Ingo is running back up carrying a Zubat. He's yelling to his Pokemon that he found Melli. Volo is annoyed about how loud he is, it's impossible to ignore a voice as loud as Ingo. He decides to spy to see what all the fuss is about.

He finds out that Melli has turned into a Zubat. Nobody has any ideas how this happened, Volo has no clue either. Ingo says he's going to bring Melli to Laventon, maybe he has an idea? Volo decides to follow, he wants to see where this goes.

Volo sees how much of a mess Jubilife Village is. He keeps a low profile and leaves as soon as he finds out what's going on. Apparently a virus is turning humans into Pokemon? Volo just includes this on his list of human suffering, and why Arceus needs to be taken down.

Volo spends several days on his own training his Pokemon, mostly around Coronet. He realizes that he has gotten the virus as well. So he gets ready to be sick for however long that's going to last. While he's turning into a Gible, the Misfortune Sisters try to steal his stuff, but his Pokemon easily fight them off.

While transforming he thinks of Cognita and wonders what her superstitious self would think of this. He decides after he's turned into a Pokemon that he will visit her. And when he completely turns into a Gible, a Shiny Gible at that, he writes a note explaining the situation and heads off to the Anicent Retreat.

He has a hard time traveling due to his small size. Lugging his backpack and Pokeballs is not easy, and his hat keeps trying to fall off. He largely uses his Pokemon to help him move his backpack. He gets to the Retreat and Cognita seems to recognize him but she assumes that he did something stupid and got cursed. He gives her his letter. It's not his fault there's a weird virus (except it is, the virus was mutated by a space-time distortion).

He leaves and continues training for awhile, his Pokemon but also himself. While in the field lands he sees Lucas, who's a Rowlet now, and gets an idea. He knows that Lucas has those plates, he was already planning on tricking Lucas into helping collect all of them but he got side-tracked by the whole Pokerus situation. Now seems to be good time to get back to that plan.

He approaches Lucas and talks to him about the plates. He tells Lucas that legend states that if someone collects all the plates they can get audience with Arceus itself. That if Lucas can get the rest of the plates he can ask it to do something about Pokerus. Lucas thinks this is a fantastic idea and jumps to it immediately.

Volo brings Lucas to Cognita. Lucas hands her a note explaining what they are up to and if she can help them get the plates as well as "seeking out all Pokemon". She tells them what she knows of the plates as well as what she knows about various mythical and legendary Pokemon, including the Forces of Nature.

Afterwards Volo joins Lucas as he works hard on finding and capturing the Pokemon while also collecting the plates. Through these trials Lucas evolves from Rowlet into Dartrix and becomes skilled at battleing and using his Pokemon body. Volo has evolved from Gible into Gabite (he was already close to evolving before they started working together so he evolves after maybe the 1st or 2nd plate). Volo had already become comfortable with his Pokemon body through his earlier training.

After defeating and capturing 3 out of 4 of The Forces of Nature as well as collecting the rest of the plates and capturing the legendaries and mythicals, Lucas and Volo return to Cognita. Lucas is upset that they clearly don't have all the plates, there's still 2 missing, but their leads have dried up. Volo knows where the Spooky Plate is of course, but that's his trump card, let Lucas believe it's out there somewhere, when really it's right under his nose. Cognita tells them of the 4th Force of Nature and Enamorus reveals itself and challenges Lucas to capture it next.

After tracking down Enamorus and defeating and capturing it they receive the Fairy Plate from it. Lucas evolves a final time into Decidueye. But Lucas is worried about there being only one plate left but with no leads. Volo says he thinks he has an idea of where it might be, heh, just an "idea". He tells Lucas to meet him at the top of Coronet tomorrow evening. That will be a good time to reveal the whole truth, and steal the plates. He's been training for awhile, but he's ready. Arceus will soon have to answer to him.

Lucas shows up right on the agreed upon time and Volo reveals himself. He and Lucas start doing a mix of fighting between each other as well as fighting with their Pokemon. Lucas has defeated all of Volo's Pokemon but he only has 2 left and he's very tired from fighting himself. Volo calls upon Giratina and finally evolves into Garchomp.

It's difficult but Lucas and his team win by a hair. Giratina flies off with the Spooky Plate leaving Volo behind, Volo feels abandoned. He runs off while Lucas is trying to catch his breath and heal his team. Volo hides and faints (like the Pokemon kind of faint). Volo and his team later recover.

Only about a couple of days there after, Lucas has captured Giratina and has gotten the last Plate. Lucas summons, defeats , then captures Arceus. Arceus gives the transformed their human bodies back, including Volo.

Volo decides he can't stay here, he gives a last goodbye to Cognita and tells Ginter he quits. Volo moves to Johto, to study the ruins there. He hasn't entirely given up on his plans he just isn't sure what to do next. Ultimately he settles down with someone and has a kid. He hasn't really let go of his feelings towards Arceus but he never gets the opportunity to try to make a move against him again.

Sorry folks, no Immortal Volo here.

#viral pokerus au #pokemon #pokemon au #pokerus #pokerus au #merchant volo #pokemon volo #pla volo #pokémon legends #legends arceus

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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For the s/o who dies and becomes the Cofagrigus- I'm bout to use my angst card on this one Chief 😈

Imagine you're visiting a museum while you're staying in Sinnoh for business related stuff and come across Hisuian history.... to find records of you- like not someone who's similar to you- literally you.

You learn about 'The Sky Fallers' and that one of them became a Warden to Lady Sneasler while the other was the hero of Hisui... who unfortunately met a tragic end.

It doesn't explain how they- you die, but it does go on about how completely devastated all who were close with you were.

You don't fully believe the stories and are convinced it's just an ancestor or something along those lines, only to get thrown for a loop when you actually do wind up in Ancient Sinnoh with Subway Boss Ingo.

The stories were true after all, and now you had to live it out until your inevitable demise.

You're hesitant to make friends or any connections whatsoever since you were never going to be able to go home anyhow. You didn't even know how long you had left, the only thing keeping you going being the knowledge that you were their much needed hero.

You assist Professor Laventon with the Pokedex, quell the nobles, spend time with Ingo as you gain comfort in being near someone who was from your time- even if he had amnesia, and finish every mission given to you by the Survey Corp.

Unknowingly, and reluctantly, you've created bonds with those you've interacted with, so it's no wonder why they're sobbing and begging for you to keep your eyes open when your time has come, fatally wounded and losing blood fast

You're too far from the closest medical assistance, neither Ingo nor Laventon carrying medicine to help you. Ingo is gently holding your body as Laventon attempts to patch your wounds, but you're smiling lethargically.

They ask (and half-chastise) you why- "Because," you manage to lift up your hand enough to cradle the warden's tear stained cheek. "I've always known it would end like this... barely halfway through life and far from home." You had come to terms with what you read at the Sinnoh museum long before now, knowing you'd arrive at this destination no matter which track you took- as Ingo would put it.

Your hand limply falls back down, your only regret was not finding a way to send Ingo back to his own time.

Friends, acquaintances, and allies all watch in horror when Professor Laventon walks into Jubilife, hands bloody and white lab coat stained. Ingo follows behind him, cradling your body in his arms, not a single sign of life to be found from you.

(Also!! Quick question!! For Cofagrigus s/o I'm a little confused óvò? Is their body inside the pokemon or is their body just a manifestation, like a solid shadow?)

weeping I am weeping

The fear and horror you must feel, realizing your destiny is laid out before you, in the grief of the people you left behind so long ago in the past. The want to keep your distance, to not hurt anyone, but it's so hard not to bond with these friendly people who only want to help you.

But it's a double edged sword. For all it scares you, makes you move with so much caution, it also brings a sense of relief to know how you're going to perish. It gives you the chance to reassure those hurt by your passing. It's okay, everything will be okay. I'm ready, I've known this was what it would come too, and I'm relieved you'll all be okay once I'm gone

The confusion and horror of your companions that you've accept death so readily. They'll save you! Just hang on, keep your eyes open! Don't go! Not now!

It's sad that you were probably the only one at peace with your passing :(

(Cofagrigus has those long, shadowy limbs that extend from its coffin, so yes, the body inside the coffin is just a solid shadow like that the arms are made of. Though the idea of it being their actual body is. . . interesting >:3)

~Renee

#angst #i meant to answer this sooner but it got lost in the other asks #sorry love!

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sleepy-bunbun-ace · 2 years

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Tracks in the Sky scenes

Just some little scenes for the Tracks in the Sky AU

Emmet had been following the directions of this phone (he still doesn't know how he knew what it was called) for several minutes now. He was worried. He didn't like leaving his moth alone for so long. He had to take several breaks just to remind himself that Lucas was capable enough to keep himself and that girl safe.

He kept walking and walking until he finally saw a structure. Some walls with not-spirits guarding them. He learned pretty early on there weren't any spirits when approaching the many creatures inhabiting this land. One almost bit his hand off. He still wanted to try and befriend it. His phone kept telling him to get inside but he didn't know how. A distraction? But how?

Luckily his answer arrived shortly after he hid behind a tree. A group of not-spirits and those strange creatures marched up to the walls. They not-spirit guards started conversing with the other not-spirits, giving Emmet the perfect distraction. Keeping his mask secure and cape close, he ran near the wall and jumped up and up until he was on top. He was surprised no not-spirits acknowledged him as he ran across the rooftops and flew over a little river.

Once past the river, he jumped down to the ground and stealthily made his way over to a little building. The door was left open which seemed like a safety hazard. Peeking inside, he saw a teen not-spirit pacing around. They looked to be about the same age as the girl he left Lucas with. They also looked to be stressed and unhappy. He didn't like that.

He snuck inside and carefully made his way towards the not-spirit. A honk from him showed his presence to the not-spirit. Safe to say, they were surprised. They almost yelled if it weren't for Emmet covering their mouth.

"What are you?" they asked once their mouth was uncovered. Emmet shrugged. "You look human but your skin feels like wax." Their hands roamed and poked his own as they studied him. Human. That must be what the not-spirits are called. Wait! That's not what he was here for.

Emmet shook his head and grabbed the human's hand. "Huh?! What are you doIN-"

Now being carried bridal-style, the human held onto Emmet tightly as he ran out the nearest exit. Thankfully there were no humans there. Emmet smiled brightly underneath his mask. Hopefully the humans didn't mind him taking one of their own!

(They, in fact, did mind once Captain Cyllene went over to announce Kamado's orders to Rei)

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"You are making a grave mistake, Commander."

"And what do you know? Akari is the whole reason we're in this mess. She's causing the red sky!" Akari, Rei, and Lucas hid behind Irida as Kamado kept yelling. Adaman and Ingo stood in front of the group, glaring at the man in charge of the Galaxy Team. Emmet was directly behind the two, poke ball in hand and ready.

"Commander Kamado! Enough of this nonsense! We have the Red Chain, the solution to this! So just let us pass before you end up doing something even more foolish!"

"Silence! The only way I will stand down is if you defeat me in battle." Everyone stood silently, wondering what to do. Volo looked at the scene unraveling with amusement. Lucas didn't like that.

Akari started to walk out from behind Irida when Emmet blocked her way. The sky child shook his head before walking past Adaman and Ingo to battle Kamado. It seemed like Ingo had the same thing, grabbing one of his poke balls and standing alongside Emmet.

Emmet on the left.

Ingo on the right.

"We shall battle you."

"Then send forth your Pokémon." The Survey Corpsmen looked worried. Nobody had even taken on two Pokémon at once before, especially if they've been trained by a Warden. Kamado sent out his Braviary. It looked tired and struggled a bit to stay up.

Ingo was about to send out Gliscor when he had the overwhelming urge to say something. He couldn't fight it no matter how hard he tried. It must've been related to his past. Standing up straighter than he had been for the past two years, his arms were crossed behind his back. Emmet did the same thing. He spoke words he had not spoken in a long time.

"I am a Subway Boss, Ingo. The fellow over to the side is also a Subway Boss, Emmet. Will a multi battle help us cover each others' weaknesses? Or will you show your overwhelming power? I look forward to see how well you fight. However, it is difficult to win unless you and your partner are in total sync. Is there anything you'd like to add, Emmet?"

And then Emmet spoke.

"Follow the rules. Safe driving! Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check safety. Everything's ready! Aim for victory!"

"ALL ABOARD!" The two turned around before turning on their heels and sending out their own Pokémon. Both of them did a mirrored pose, one hand on their hat and the other pointing forwards. If Emmet speaking human words didn't shock them, their combination would.

A Gliscor and Alpha Luxray landed on the ground, both ready to battle.

(totally didn't write this without even doing the thing you need to do to get in the galaxy team)

#ace's writing #tracks in the sky au #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #trainer rei #trainer lucas #trainer akari #submas #lmao i didn't look at anything before writing the scene with kamado #for the aus sake things go differently than in canon

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ingoappreciation · 2 years

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Uncle Emmet is verry proud of how many bullies he's scared off in my youth, and well.. I was the only victim of any teasing, comet was... Well, they're popular, as a child I was verry shy, I would always hide during visits anywhere because of how shy I was, comet... Comet was not, people liked comet, everyone liked comet, they could befriend anyone, they once befriended the nice person who delivered us take out once! They're a good battler, they didn't.. talk weird like I did, or do, I try to keep it on track nowadays, I may have been a good battler but the other kids didn't see it as good enough to outweigh everything else, comet did try to keep others Away but they could only do so much, so I'd resort to uncle Emmet when I was too nervous to tell you and dad and eventually it was you and uncle Emmet scaring them off, though by then they'd learned to stay behind the line, I tried to stay a good battler but well... No one wanted to battle with me and the wild pokemon were too weak to be a challenge to Hypnos, i couldn't ask comet because when we were ten, comet went on their gym challenge, I... Did not, I wasn't ready and we had a fight before they left... And it has been years, we've since made up over that one fight but.. well we just haven't been as close before, our train uncoupled, but we're making it just fine separated! Comet didn't complete their gym challenge, I think they were dissatisfied, but They're still a brilliant battler! I still owe them me doing their chores because they agreed not to tattle on me for time traveling, we still keep our secret twin secrets incredibly secret, I got Hypnos when I was younger but comet got a gible, she's a gabite now, and their joltik from uncle Emmet has since fully evolved into galvantula! -icarus

"Why can't you be more like your brother..." He said under his breath. His nose crinkling as a sour memory flashed in his head. Emmet was always the favourite, it had made him jealous, always made him jealous. It didn't help that Emmet got to live as a boy back then and he didn't. He quickly shoved those thoughts away with a shake of his head. He loved his brother with all his heart. "There's nothing wrong with being weird-" He started, his xtransciever pinged again, indicating that Emmet was due for his lunch. Ingo out of habit sent him a text 'Enjoy your lunch!' "I am glad to hear you both get along uncoupled. It's not a bad thing, and I hope that you two can grow closer with time. Emmet and I never used to be so close, there was a few years that we hated one another." He admitted, before going quiet for a little bit. "Is it okay to say I feel incredible pride for both of you?" He said suddenly, rubbing the back of his neck.

#ingo text

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Longest thing I’ve ever written, and it only took *checks notes*…..A DAY!? Two days??? I think two days I’ve been working on this since Wednesday and it’s 2:21am on a Friday, im gonna say two days, you know the drill! 🔞18+ ONLY 🔞

Also! @r0-boat I adore her! I’m always over there and they gave me this amazing idea, cause I’ll put myself here, it’s late so I’m probably passing out, but it’s me, I’m noodle, I’m the harlot in theory, that being said my inbox is open, I need writing juices and I’m dumb.

Legends Arceus Ingo x reader

CW : injured, hurt/comfort, slight breeding kink, reunion sex

Ingo wakes up with the same routine as usual, wake up, brush teeth, make his rounds, checking for any disturbances, and grab small food items like berries from time to time, repeat, maybe something different if Irida said so, it’s been like this since he got here, how long had he been in Hisui anyways? He can’t recall as the days blur and blend together.

Ingo does everything he can to make himself busy, for some reason he hates being at his camp site, it always feels so empty and devoid of life despite being with his Pokémon, he only stays at his tent when it’s time to eat and sleep, even then doing those is difficult, he swears he can hear people talking, who? He’d never know, but it sounds like two people in a playful argument over something, and sleeping is a disaster, his small cot feel so big and empty, like something was missing, but no matter how much he rearranged it or fixed it up, it still felt hollow, but with all the recent rift problems and the nobles being frenzied he has found himself more than busy.

Like each morning he checks his necklace to see if it’s still there, he made sure it was hidden under his shirt after the first time he lost it, it brings me contentment and joy that he can’t explain, he never wants to lose it again, but looking at it makes him feel better.

Today was different however, Irida ordered him to head to Jubilife village to aid the new comer, she has informed him much about the other who had fallen from the sky, an outsider much like him, he was asked to help them and so he shall, not like he is anything else to do, and if their next stop is calming lord Electrode they’d need all the help they can get, especially with how Melli is.

It was still early when he arrived, he figured he’d meet Irida by the training grounds since it’s close to the galaxy team building, it would be easier for Irida to find him if he was there anyways.

He stayed on track not realizing how close he was to the houses until someone opened the door and they almost collided, stepping back before that could happen, to which he gets a look at you, something is so close to clicking, your eyes are wide in shock as you gasp, but there is something else he can’t pinpoint in your expression, he is quick to recover, grabbing the brim of his hat out of habit.

“Good morning one from the sky, I am deeply sorry for almost running into you like that.”

You looked so stunned and almost hurt? But surely he was mistaken, however he can’t ignore this feeling, you’re so mesmerizing, gorgeous, his heart feels like it’s ready to burst with the sudden affection, but you’re a stranger, how could he say he loves you after just meeting you?

They longer you two stood there, staring at each other the more he felt, your eyes bring out a long forgotten memory, he is in a building, that’s all he knows and you running into him, same shocked but guilty expression as you profusely apologize, but he can’t remember anything else.

“It’s okay, no harm done.” You give him such a pathetic smile, you look in the verge of tears but it’s clear he doesn’t remember you, he would’ve had you in a death grip by now if he did, at first you were just too stunned at seeing your missing husband after al this time, but with his own expression it was obvious you were a stranger to him.

Ingo watches as you walk to the galaxy team building, and disappear behind the large doors, it felt wrong to not have you beside him anymore, it’s making his head hurt trying to think, eventually the meeting was over and done with as Irida called you over to the training grounds.

The clan leader was quick with introductions.

“This is Lady Sneasler’s warden, he is just like you too! We found him washed ashore by one of our settlements, with no memory aside from his name.”

Ingo grabs his hat again, he is so nervous for some reason, what are you doing to him, do you even realize it?

“Pleased to properly meet you, I apologize for the about how-do-you-do before, I am Warden Ingo, I understand you’ll need help from Lady Sneasler in order to meet Electrode Whether she’ll see fit to help you, however, we can only find out by making the journey. Now, let’s have a safe journey to Mount Coronet! All aboard!"

Giving his signature pose, but you could only give him a laugh.

“You still haven’t changed a bit I see.”

It was all you said before wandering off, for the first time since he’s been here his stoic face morphs to one of shock and confusion, his mind reeling at just one sentence, that explains it! You knew him!

When you met him at the base of the mountain he began talking to you, mostly rambling about whatever he could remember, you are so kind to him during this, when he started asking questions you gently told him.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you or make you feel awful in anyway, I’ll help you with your memories, de- I mean Ingo, but we must space it out some, yeah? Too much too quickly could be harmful.” You looked just as desperate as he did, but to took your word for it before asking for a battle.

It felt so natural, it felt like he was on the right track.

You didn’t make it to Electrode as scheduled, you both took a rest near by, resting, it felt nice to be by you, the warmth he was missing in his time here was back.

“Do you want something to eat? I packed some snacks and found some berries just in case.”

You watched him think for a moment before he agrees “I could use something to eat, it has been a while since I last ate something.”

“Ingo! I swear you and that workaholic nature of yours will be the death of you, you can’t do much if you’re starving.” You were furiously looking through your bag to give him a larger snack while you scolded him.

Meanwhile the tired man could only look at you with a tender expression, his heart was racing, this felt nice, you were worried about him, quickly snapping out of his stupor as you handed him a honey cake and a few oran berries.

“There I have more of you want seconds, be sure to take it slow though, since you haven’t been eating for a while you don’t want to upset your stomach.”

A memory comes back to him, you two in what he can only guess is a modern kitchen, with you standing at the stove making him a stew? He isn’t sure, but you’re scolding him? Talking to him? He can’t hear what’s being said, but you do look adorable in an apron.

“Ingo are you there? You okay?”

He quickly looks towards your worried face “I am fine, no worries!” He eats his share and once you are done as well it’s back to the plan.

“Final stop, Lord Electrode, all aboard!”

At this point Melli is getting on your last nerve, the only man you’ve ever wanted to punch this badly is that smug elite four bastard back home.

While you went into the Moonview area, the rest watched from a distance, the professor looks nervous like he will pass out at any moment, two galaxy team guards are next to him, ready for when that happens, Melli is glaring and huffing, whining to a worried Adaman that you’re going to ruin the all almighty Sinnoh’s gift, Ingo however couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wants to rush in there and get you away from that frenzied noble.

You were doing amazing thus far, you took the advice you were given and didn’t stop moving, you couldn’t risk slowly down or speeding up, there was so much going on voltorbs falling and self destructing, energy blast which you could only assume was energy ball that wouldn’t stop following you, you didn’t have time to think, it was by chance, a voltorb threw you off your rhythm, you weren’t hurt by that but it made you stumble, next thing you knew you were hit with thunder, you couldn’t hear, you couldn’t hear the panicked voices of the others, or couldn’t hear Ingo screaming, or the others yelling at him to stay back, or the tussle of holding the warden back.

You were back up as quickly as you could, back into your pattern and finally calming the noble, the now happy Electrode gave you a plate and went on its way.

So when did you end up in a tent? Groggily you slowly moved to rub your eyes, noticing how much it hurt to move, man that Electrode hits like a truck.

“You’re awake!”

You groan at the sudden loudness, sinking further into the futon, squinting your eyes to see professor Laventon fully opening the tent flap.

“You had us all worried sick when you collapsed, are you thirsty? Ingo brought some water, currently he is looking for tea leaves too, but just hydrate first, yeah?”

You sit up a bit to chugged the water, not realizing how thirsty you really were, handing the cup back.

“Thank you, what all happened? Last I remember was getting the plate from Electrode and then I was here.” You lay completely back down.

The professor gives you a concerned look “well after that you stumbled, you looked off balance and then next thing we know you were on the ground, I honestly don’t think I’ve seen a small group of people cause such a panic, the guards and Adaman had to keep Ingo back after you were attacked in the first place, but then Adaman had to force Melli to help in holding the man back, can you believe that for such a lanky man he is so strong?”

Obviously trying to lighten the mood but you were stunned, Ingo panicked? He doesn’t remember you but does he still feel it in his heart? You’d have to ask him once he is back.

You tried staying awake but the exhaustion was too strong and you ended up fall asleep.

By the time Ingo came back with tea leaves you were resting, the professor said they needed to move you and get you back to the village where you’d be safer and had access to better help, which Ingo was quick on doing, handing the guards his finds he crouched at your side, you looked peaceful, he hoped he wouldn’t wake you when doing this, getting one arm under your legs and the other under your back he picked you up bridal style, making sure you were well supported as he rests you against his chest.

“You know you don’t have to carry them, right? We have a….what’s with that look?” The gaurd was quick to shut up as the warden’s expression fell grim, the hat shading his eyes almost made them look like they were glowing as Ingo’s face was hardened into a fierce glare before walking passed the guard to the village.

It would be a while, but that’s what made him worry, you didn’t wake up the entire trip back, but the nurse said you were just exhausted, having not taking care of yourself since you got here, mixed with all the work and then getting hit with an electrical attack? Yeah you were out.

And Ingo didn’t leave your side, he took you right back to your home, laying you on your futon, making sure you were comfortable until you woke up.

But it gave him plenty of time to think, when you were struck he didn’t realize he was screaming until he wondered why his throat hurt, all sorts of feelings hit him all at once, but all he could think about was getting to you to make sure you were okay, but you got right back up and finished your task, he had started to calm down, as they all waited with baited breaths for you to walk over to the camp site that the galaxy team had set up, watching you fall right back over not moving at all sent him into a panicked frenzy.

But why!? That’s all he could ask, why all these emotions but hardly any memories, to his mind you were a stranger, to his heart you were the holder, he wanted to hold you, to kiss you, to wake up next to you, to hold your hand, to whisper words of love to you, he wants to see your sweet bashful face, he wants to see your face smitten just as he is.

Reaching into his shirt he pulls out and holds his ring, hoping it’ll give him peace like it always does, he just needs a clear head, he can’t untangle all these webs if he can’t, you were right, he needs to take this process slow if he wants to get anywhere.

You stayed like this for another hour, of Ingo sitting next to his, his coat over your sleeping form as he stared at his ring, taking in all its details until you started to stir, he lets go of his ring as you awake with a groan, trying to sit up.

“Take it easy, you need rest.”

“Mmm sorry, but my bones feel like I’m 97 with arthritis.” Some of your joints pop as you move.

You smile at his laugh as he gently pushes you back down, you raise your hand to your forehead, another miserable sound leaves you.

“I got such a headache, you’d think sleeping that long it would’ve gone away by now.”

Ingo hums before handing you two cups, one with water and one with tea.

“It’s possible you aren’t hydrated enough or the fact that you haven’t had any food since our unscheduled stop before you calmed Lord Electrode, I’ll make you some stew.”

You take slow sips of each drink watching the lanky man move around your small kitchen, finally having time to take in his new appearance, the dark bags under his eyes and goatee aside, he has been hunched over most of the time, you’ve only seen him straighten his back when doing his iconic pose, before slouching again, but his build is….different? Him and Emmet have always been tall string bean men, a thought you chuckle at, you remember the sound Emmet made when you first said that, he was so offended he didn’t forgive you until you took him to his favorite bakery.

But Ingo looked like he had some strength to him, almost hardened by the dangerous environment that is Hisui, for you is stoic expression was easy to read, having been with him back in Unova for years, but now his expression is hollow? No it’s more sunken in, like he is constantly on edge, almost sad but unsure of what he himself is sad about.

Watching him cook though was nice, it reminded you of all the times where you two would cook together, or if you were sick or tired he’d take over, he only asked you’d sit in the kitchen with him as he loved spending time with you, he always had a soft spot for domestic things.

You are brought back to reality when he hands you a bowl of stew.

“Thank you, you don’t have to do all this for me though.” Taking the bowl you dig in not realizing just how hungry you really were.

“I didn’t but I wanted to.” Just six simple words and your heart is already racing, you’ve missed him so much, the bed back in your shared house felt so empty and cold without him, even when cuddling your Pokémon you felt lonely, Ingo always loved cuddling, he liked knowing you were there, two years without him was hell, you couldn’t sleep you couldn’t eat, you could hardly work, sleep only came to you if you sobbed yourself into exhaustion.

But here he was, he may not remember, but at least he was alive, that’s all you ever wanted to know the day he went missing.

“The stew was great! It really it the spot.”

His face softens, there is the happy face you have missed.

“I’m glad you like it, you need to keep your energy and strength up if you wish to heal faster.”

You smile as he rambles on about how important it is for you to rest, you reminisce of the days of old, how he was giving you the same lecture he did months before he vanished after you caught a cold and you tried getting up to help him with dishes, he cooked that night so it was only fair, but he didn’t think so then, even with no memory Ingo hasn’t changed much.

You notice he had stopped talking, coming back from your thoughts you see his eyes looking anywhere but at you as a blush is obvious on his face, you were staring a little too obviously then you softly laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but what can I say? You’re a very handsome man.”

You laugh again, a bit louder seeing him try to hide behind his hat.

“Okay okay I’m truly sorry this time, I’ll knock it off.”

A smile never left your face as you spoke “it’s late you know, i have some spare bedding for you if you’d like, you shouldn’t head back to the highlands this late, a little too dangerous.”

Ingo looks out your window and realizes you were right, time with you seems to fly by, with a nod he sets up a spot next to yours, a far away as possible but between you and the door, a small sentiment that tugs at your heart strings, he has always been the sweetest man.

You both got settled for the night, as you two talked about anything you could think of, how has his life been here, how were you adjusting to Hisui, where your favorite spots were in the region so far, and it eventually ended with his one of his hands in yours, with you gently tracing the scars on it.

He was stunned at just how soft your hands were, his are so calloused, scarred, and cold, yours felt soft and warm, a few scars on them but those almost blended in.

“Can I hear the story behind these before I fall asleep?” You gave him the sweetest puppy dog look, begging for the story, he felt his natural frown twitch, like he wanted to smile.

“Not much of a story I’m afraid, Lady Sneasler had a few babies that I was tasked to help with, baby sneasles are very precious, but once they started teething I became their chew toy, these scars are mostly from them, the others came from my own foolishness when I slipped and caught my hands on sharp rocks.”

You hum, gently moving his hand closer and properly falling asleep practically cuddling his hand, his face felt like it was on fire, when was the last time he was ever touched or held by someone? Especially so gently, sleeping next to you made him feel almost whole again, like this was where he was meant to be.

The next morning when he woke up he was closer to you than previously, his alabaster eyes couldn’t look away, you looked like a angel, he feels like he’s been here before, he feels like he has seen this many times, he looks between you two, you’re still holding his hand, it seems you never released him in your sleep.

The sunlight shining through the window reflected off something that caught his eye, there on your hand was a ring, a matching ring to his, his eyes darting between your resting face and the ring, before he takes a sharp inhale, eyes widen, he is silent for a few seconds before he lets out an anguished wail which startles you awake, you barely had time to process anything before you’re being pulled into his chest, he is wracked with sobs as he holds you close, almost as if he is trying to fuse to you, your arms around quick to go around him as best you can, one of your hands settles on his cheek trying to gently calm him down.

“I’m sorry! Oh Sinnoh above I’m so sorry! I-how could I-“ Ingo keeps tripping over his words, his brain in shambles.

“Ingo, it’s okay, hey shh it’s okay.” You lay your head under his chin, hoping the contact will help, and it does, his grip while still firm, lessens, his breathing begins to even out as he relaxes.

“I’m so sorry, what kind of man forgets his wife? You must’ve been so hurt when I didn’t recognize you, how could I put you through that?”

He was about to continue until he feels you starting to shake, now you’re crying, clinging to him like he is your only life line, like if you don’t he will disappear again.

“I missed you so much, you were just gone! I-I thought I had done something wrong to drive you away, I knew that wasn’t the case once I spoke to others, but I was so worried! You weren’t anywhere, and then I found you, by Arceus I found you, but you didn’t know, you aren’t to blame for any of this, or not remembering, that’s not your fault, the feelings are there, I’m just more happy, overjoyed that you’re alive, and that I get to see you again.”

You both cried, holding each other, most the morning, having finally settled down around noon you spent the rest of the day helping him remember a few more things, your absolutely favorite is telling him some stories that are embarrassing to him but gold to you, and watching him feel the second hand embarrassment, you both bonding once more, Ingo now knows he was right all along, his bed was far too empty and lonely, it’s gotten much better with you here.

By the time the sun was setting, you were feeling much better, and with that Ingo packed a few things and asked if you two could go to the highlands, he wants to go somewhere where you two can have privacy, his exact words being “these house walls are much to thin, I’m sure your neighbors heard our entire heart to heart, and I’d much rather keep stuff like that private.”

You cringe a bit “yeah okay you win, anywhere particular in mind?”

“Mmm I know of a good spot, and since your team won’t be coming with us, it’ll be perfect.”

And with that you two were off, he took you to the fable springs further in the back, the mountain almost forming a circle around this area and he lays a blanket down for you two to star gaze on.

One way or another you ended up laying on his chest, listening to his speeding heart beat, you look up at him only see he is looking back at you but neither of you look away, in such a soft moment you both leaned in for a just as soft kiss, tears pricking your eyes, two years without him, two years without his touch, two years without his kisses, two years without his sweet words, you’ll admit your desperate, you finally have him in your arms once again, how could you not want more?

You feel his scarred hands take hold of your hips as your hands cup his face, trying to pour all your feelings out into this kiss, you both pull away to catch your breathes, his eyes glow in the moonlight, filled with unshed tears, your breath gone in an instant at the rare sight of your sweet Ingo smiling, resting your forehead on his as your tears begin to fall.

“I love you.” Spoken so softly he almost missed it as you kiss him again, the lip lock slowly getting heated, it was a new sensation to feel his goatee against you, an even newer one of his rough hands sliding under your shirt.

You kiss a trail down to his neck, while you know his body like the black of your hand, you wish to savor this moment, quick to litter his neck with wet kisses and the occasional bite, glancing up you see his face burning bright red, silver eyes looking away from you, his body trembling.

“Ingo, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, we can stop here if you’d like.” You gently run your hands up and down his arms, trying to calm him down.

“No! I-I mean please continue, it’s just…I haven’t been touched since I’ve been in Hisui, all of this is so new to me yet familiar.” The bashful look on his face makes your heart race.

You lean back up to give him a soft sweet peck before sitting up.

“Well then, I think it’s high time the warden gets the reward he deserves, don’t you think?” Your sultry grin as you pull his pearl clan tunic off, exposing his skin to the cool night air, as you didn’t give him any time to argue.

“You’re so handsome, after all this time you’re still just as perfect.”

His hat had gotten knocked off in the process, to make your way down, kissing his chest and every scar you find along the way as well as tracing them, his torso had so many.

“Even now you’re still so beautiful.” You mutter in between kisses, hands caressing his chest and down to his very prominent bulge.

You had just reached eye level with to his box, you keep eye contact as you unbuckle his belt and pull them down, you weren’t expecting him to be so hard, granted Ingo has always been easy to tease he was usually very good at hiding it, but after years of nothing he was sensitive, but how sensitive? You couldn’t wait to find out.

You kiss your way down his length all the way to the base before licking a stripe up the underside of it, the poor warden gripped the blanket under him till his knuckles turned white, the sound he made was like the air got knocked out of him.

Giving a wet sloppy kiss to the tip before slowly working your mouth down on his, holding his hips down as he tries to buck into your mouth, with a soft him you begin sucking, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm as to not overstimulate him too much, not yet at least.

What you adored most was Ingo was a very loud man, a very reactive one too, and it shows when he is squirming and moaning above you.

“Oh! Oh my-fuck! My love, ah! So good.” His words and sounds go straight to your core, you wanted to take this slow, to enjoy this all once more with him, but you had been so slowly without him, so to have not only him, but his sounds and his taste back, it was consuming your senses.

Ingo screams at the sudden rush of pleasure, his back arching as you shove him deep into your throat, he could feel every twitch over your throat, his mind turning into mush as your own moans vibrate against him.

He shakily sits up with his elbows, looking down at you, meeting your watery gaze, you made a show of slowly coming up from his base to his tip with a strong suck before you release his dick with a shaky gasp, licking up the over flowing precum.

“Fuuuck! You taste so good.” You moan as you keep pumping his dick, “I want more, Please Ingo? Can you cum for me? I want it all.” You keep your eyes on him as you suck the head of cock with renewed passion as you keep stroking what wasn’t in your mouth.

Ingo bites his kiss bruised lip to try and not to cry out as he cums, he trembles at the feeling but quickly fails at being quiet when he falls back, hand holding the back of your head as you slam him back down your throat, swallowing all he has to offer.

Laying back dazed but feeling oh so good, he couldn’t believe this was all happening, and with you, even though he just remembered you this morning, there are still so many emotions that are all so overwhelming.

You slowly pull your mouth off him, placing a kiss on his inner thigh.

“Was that good, my love? Are you okay?” You move up to be face to face with him, moving a hand to cup his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb as one of his own hands shakily holds your hand.

“I’m more than alright, that was magnificent, but I wish to return the favor.” Sitting up your now seated on his lap, arms around his neck as he pulls you closer to him.

“Oh Ingo you don’t have to.” You are instantly silenced by the look in his eyes.

“But I want to, I want nothing more than to take care of you.” And with that you were in your back with him towering over you, you can definitely see the changes to his frame now.

The warden chuckles at your flushed face before he undos your kimono and bra, leaving your top half exposed, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, you haven’t been with another since his disappearance, so it’s a little nerve racking.

But he is quick to cover your body with his, the sweet kisses along your neck, the subtle scraping of his goatee on your skin, his rough hands sliding up your body, squeezing every so often until he reaches your chest, squeezing your breasts in a tender caress, thumbs brushing against your pebbling nipples, taking his time in making his way down kissing as he goes, he moves his hands to pull your shorts off.

Ingo is shocked to see a translucent string connecting you and your shorts before it broke, you looked so bashful.

“Sorry I…it’s been so long, and you’re always so vocal, it’s hot.”

Ingo places a kiss to your ankle that was up by his face.

“You have nothing to apologize for, my beloved, I’m more than happy to show you how much I appreciate it.”

That was your only warning before his face was between your thighs, gingerly placing kisses along your inner thigh with a bite, making sure to suck some marks on your skin, he is going off instincts, trusting his gut to guide him.

Ingo glides his tongue from your wet hole to your clit, moaning right along side you, by the gods you taste divine!

He grasps your thighs to hold your open for him, placing little kitten licks where he could, his tongue carefully pushing a little into your heat, before pulling it back and moving back, and licking his middle and ring fingers before coming back to you, tenderly pushing one in, making sure you’re thoroughly ready for the next one, his tongue making sure your clit gets all the attention it deserve as his fingers pump into you, gently hitting your soft spots.

“Oh Ingo, mmm ah! Still so good, so perfect.”

You breathlessly praise him, your hand moving to rest on the hand holding your legs open, glowing eyes taking in every movement, every sound you make goes right to his dick, the noises you make are so beautiful, as you arch your back or grind against his face.

His lips wrap around your clit, his groans adding to the pleasure while his fingers pick up speed just enough.

The roughness of his goatee and calloused fingers is such a new feeling, you can’t get over it, rubbing in such the perfect way, you can hardly take it, you give him a tug on his hair as a warning while he works you through of tender orgasm that he is quick to drink from you, the sloppy sounds of him licking you clean fuels your fire for more.

Sitting up he licks his lips “my word, your taste is so addicting.”

Pulling him down for a heated kiss, tongue twisting around the other, arms curled around his neck to keep him close, while he rests on his forearms.

Ingo pulls away “Mmph, do you wish to continue?”

You yank him back down “I’ve waited years to have you again you dork, I’d want nothing more.”

He lets out an airy laugh, looking at you with pure love, pecking your forehead he carefully pushes into you, you jolt slightly clawing at his shoulders, while Ingo forgets how to breathe, only doing so when he bottoms out inside you.

“I love you.” You look up at him, tears welling up in his eyes, “I love you so much.” It’s said in such a hushed breathe, you smile, overjoyed, tears of your own fall.

“I love you too, Ingo.”

Your chests are pressed together, he wants to be as close to you as he possibly can as he begins to move, each thrust is slow but has some force behind it, each of your soft sounds make his heart clench, you’re so precious, but you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and stars.

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s embarrassing.” He darts his eyes away

“How can I not when there is such a strong rugged man on me?” You purr, your sultry voice is making him putty in your hands.

You feel too good to him, and with you talking to him like this, he can’t help it, he starts picking up the pace, sitting up a bit he grabs the back of your thighs to give him more room.

“Mm! I-I do apologize, you feel too good.”

You cry out as he reaches deeper, “fuck, please, more, j-just a little more.”

He can’t handle how pathetic you sound, he wanted to be gentle, but that was going to be much harder than he thought with you clenching around him like this, his thrusts turn merciless, the feeling of your cunt clenching him, trying to suck him back in, your sweet whorish sounds, the sight of how debauched you look was too much, and judging by how you’re trying to milk him dry you’re close too.

“Fill me! Please! Fuck me full!” You throw your head back as his hips stutter.

Do you know what you’re asking for? You whine and back your hips against him, trying to get him back into his rhythm, of course you do, and he can’t deny what the thought of pumping you full with his seed is doing to him.

His eyes roll back as he folds you, put into the prefect breeding press as he thrusts with reckless abandon, his drool dripping down onto to your chest, but you can’t think, your eyes cross as you cry and babble incoherent words.

“Gonna cum! Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” Your warm wet walls are too much for the former subway boss.

One of his hands shoots down, rubbing your clit, the rough texture of his thumb along with his brutal thrusts send you over, you dig your nails into his back to ground yourself, all the while Ingo isn’t letting up.

“Ingo! Fuck t-too much! S’too much! Please, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!”

You both cry out, Ingo’s voice almost deafening yours, you can feel his warm cum in your battered pussy, you whine softly, a feeling you had forgotten as he thrusts a few more times making sure you take all his cum before pulling out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get off track like that.”

You huff playfully “I missed that, I missed you, now are you going to cuddle me or what?”

“But we should get you cleaned up first!”

“We can worry about that later when we head back to your camp site, for right now I just want to hold you.”

Your simple request was met with him cozying up next to you as you both held each other, your head on his chest while his was resting on your head, he felt like he was at home, he was loved, this is all he wanted.

#pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon fanfic #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon smut #Ingo is hot #your honor I love him #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader smut

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pokedocbedlam · 2 years

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OH Can you do the nap story! With the twins!

I sure can! Have some soft sibling snuggles~

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Ingo does not sleep much anymore.

Not that he'd ever been a heavy sleeper, but being in Hisui changed things. Softened his voice, strengthened his hearing, made him all too aware of the dangers that could strike at any given moment. Some places had been safer, such as the Pearl Clan settlement or Lady Sneasler's cave, but even those were subjected to the occasional Pokemon attack or natural disaster. Even without his memories of what safety had felt like, he'd never felt comfortable enough to rest for long. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept more than a couple of hours at a time.

He is home now. Everyone keeps telling him he's safe. But he's been up since before dawn dealing with a Durant infestation in the tunnels, followed by hours of paperwork and then a few rounds of battles on the Multi-Train, and Almighty Sinnoh above is he tired. The kind where even blinking makes his eyes want to stay shut, caffeine no longer shocks his system awake, and if he sits down he swears he'll never get back up. So he paces the cabin, ears still alert for danger, one hand near a Pokeball just in case.

"Something on your mind?" Emmet asks. He's sitting down with his third coffee of the afternoon, and the bags under his eyes stand out in stark contrast to his white suit. Emmet's been antsier than normal today on account of his schedule being interrupted by the early wake-up call, but he keeps smiling despite it all.

Ingo shakes his head. Easier than explaining that the only thought he can hold onto right now is to keep moving. He knows, in theory, that he should rest. And he will, once he gets home! But he is on duty right now, in a place where people need him to be alert to direct them toward safety or victory as needed. He cannot be caught slacking. He will not.

"Ingo? Safety check."

"I am functioning as intended."

"You look about ready to drive off the rails. Or fall over on the spot."

Ingo tries to retort, but a yawn catches in his throat and stubbornly interrupts him. The sound echoes through the train car. He clasps a hand over his mouth, even as Emmet chuckles. But then, the twin in white's expression softens. And when Emmet says, "You didn't sleep well while we were apart either," all Ingo can do is nod in affirmation.

"Well, that just won't do." Emmet pats the seat next to him. "We shouldn't have any challengers for awhile yet. You can take a skitty-nap, at least."

His body screams yes and no at the same time. If he falls asleep here, he'll be far too groggy to react if anything should come up, challenger or otherwise. And what if he is needed again? If there are more Durants not yet found, or the tunnel caves in, or...

Emmet's hands gently curl around his and pull him to the nearby seats. Ingo cannot bring himself to pull away. His brother gently sits him down. "Close your eyes for five minutes. If you are still awake after that, you can stand back up. But at least try to rest. Please."

"...Alright." Ingo tells his anxious mind that Emmet is here with him, will know to wake Ingo up if he is needed. Ingo closes his eyes, takes a deep breath through his nose, exhales...

He had forgotten how comforting it is, resting on the train. The way the rumbling of their car along the tracks seems to rock him to sleep with a lullaby of steam and whistles. The soothing texture of the seats, not too soft but not too rough as he brushes his fingers along the fabric. The warmth of Emmet beside him, his twin's steady breathing. He's missed this, all of it. Surely, just a moment to appreciate this peace he's worked so hard for is warranted. Just...a moment...

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Ingo does not remember falling asleep, and wakefulness comes back to him slowly as he realizes the train has stopped moving. There are cricks in his neck and back, his foot is partially numb from the way he slept, and he hasn't felt better in Sinnoh knows how long. He blinks open heavy eyelids to find that the car is just as he left it. No one else has entered, and Emmet has not moved. In fact, his twin is leaning against him, eyes shut, coffee set aside, fast asleep.

Ingo wants to check his watch for the time, to nudge his brother awake and immediately set to make up for their lapse in their duties. Except. "You didn't sleep well while we were apart either." Emmet's been pushing himself just as hard, if not more so. Had he been trying just as hard to stay awake today?

"We're still too alike," Ingo mutters. He feels better, more than he could say. So now it's his turn to keep watch while Emmet rests. The world can drift along without them, for just five minutes longer.

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End of the Line - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Nightmare The new normal begins.

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The Single Train has been out of service for too long, in Emmet’s opinion. Gear Station just isn’t the same without Ingo, and vice versa. Having him back will be like filling a crack in the sidewalk. Fixing something that’s been broken.

“Are you ready for your first day back?” Emmet smiles, tilting his head towards his brother.

Ingo’s uniform is crisp, as pristine as it was as the day he received it. The corners of his mouth tilt up, ever so slightly. “It’s been some time.”

“You’ll do fine,” Emmet nudges Ingo with his elbow. “Safety checks?”

“I’m alright, Emmet,” he reminds him. They stop at the sliding door at the end of the Single Train, which is propped open. Emmet peers over Ingo’s shoulder, looking into the interior of the train. His heart drops.

It isn’t just empty in there. It’s completely non-existent, a dark void.

“Are you sure you want to return to the station today?” Emmet asks nervously, eyes darting between the emptiness and his brother. “There is always tomorrow.”

Ingo rests a hand on the doorway, seemingly oblivious to what Emmet sees. “We all must depart, eventually.”

“Without me?”

“Of course,” Ingo nods. “I’ve reached the end of my track, but you still have many miles left to go.”

Emmet blinks, and the image of his brother is replaced. Altered. The Ingo who walked to work with him every morning, with warm coffee in their hands, is gone. In his place is the warden, the Ingo that Emmet saw in those aged photographs. His coat is torn, and his eyes are empty.

“Don’t leave,” Emmet begs, even as Ingo turns his back on him.“Ingo, please. Please don’t leave me.” No matter how much he tries, he can’t lift his feet from the station floor. He’s stuck there, trapped in place as his brother goes somewhere he can’t follow.

Ingo pauses in the doorway, glancing back at Emmet out of the corner of his eye.

“Ingo!” Emmet shouts, desperately trying to reach out to him. But everytime he gets close, it’s almost as though his fingers pass through his coat. Ingo remains out of his grasp.

Without another word, Ingo steps onto the train, and he’s gone.

Emmet bolts upright in his bed, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. His breathing shakes as he tries to calm himself, but to no avail. Reality comes crashing down again, and the wound is bleeding anew. He can’t stop the broken sob that comes from deep in his chest.

They made a promise once, when they were small and still trying to find their way. No matter what obstacles life threw their way, they would stick together. But Ingo went somewhere that Emmet could not follow. The raw grief claws through his heart, ripping it to shreds each and every time he remembers that one, simple fact.

Ingo is dead now. Ingo has been dead for a verrrry long time.

Emmet barely notices Galvantula snuggling up to his side or Eelektross resting its head on his shoulder. Their presence is almost like second nature, as natural as having Ingo by his side would be. They pull the brakes on his train of thought, keeping him anchored for just a moment.

Chandelure floats above Emmet’s head, its gentle, purple flames filling the room with a soft light. It’s almost nostalgic. The first few weeks of their Gym Challenge were certainly the hardest, but Emmet still regards it as the best time of his life. It was just him, Ingo, and their Pokémon. If only he could go back to those nights, when little Litwick was their only nightlight in the darkness. When everything was so simple, and it all made sense because Ingo was there.

Emmet closes his eyes, and he tries to imagine that he’s still in that tent.

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The first day after they arrive home is most definitely the worst. Once Elesa leaves, Emmet finally changes out of his clothes from the day before. It isn’t exactly inspiring that he switched into sweatpants and an old shirt before collapsing onto his bed, but hey, at least it’s clean.

On the second day, when Emmet still hasn’t emerged from under his covers, Ingo asks Chandelure to drag his brother out of bed. He had no recollection of the fact that Chandelure could use Psychic before this moment, but if the circumstances were any different, he would be laughing at Emmet trying to resist being telekinetically lifted out of bed. He begrudgingly eats a bar of granola and drinks some water under the oppressive supervision of Eelektross.

Emmet gets a bit better on the third day. He gets out of bed of his own volition, dragging his comforter behind him. He spends the whole day curled on the couch, alternating between watching the television—which Ingo only remembers the name of about four hours into the ordeal—and bawling his eyes out. Archeops sits on his shoulders, wiping away his tears with its beak.

Very abruptly, on the fourth day, Emmet gets dressed and leaves the apartment. Ingo had noticed him fiddling with the strange device on his wrist for a while, kind of like how Akari used to mess with her Arc Phone. It must be a fun distraction.

Ingo likes the apartment. The familiar environment seems to start the engine when it comes to recovering his memories. He’s pretty sure he and Emmet are twins? They look about the same age in the few photo frames that Chandelure would turn over for him, especially in the ones where they’re children. Their eyes are bright, they have a few missing teeth, and most important of all, they’re always together.

Something about that just makes sense.

And because it makes sense to stick together, Ingo does not hesitate to follow Emmet when he leaves.

The streets of Nimbasa are different than they were when Emmet and Ingo first returned to the apartment. The daylight draws more people to the streets than the desolate, early morning hours do. People stream through the walkways, passing by each other without the slightest acknowledgement.

Emmet weaves through the crowd like he’s an expert, keeping his head down the whole way. Ingo supposes he must have been like that once, but for now, he’s going to have to bear the rather uncomfortable experience of having people walk right through him. At the very least, they avoid Chandelure, who hasn’t left Ingo’s side since their reunion.

As they walk, their route becomes familiar to Ingo, and he finds himself anticipating Emmet’s turns before he makes them. He’s gone this way before, hasn’t he? Their destination is familiar, on the tip of his tongue. When was the last time they visited…?

Visited who?

They eventually step into a highrise that Ingo swears he knows. Skyscrapers still feel so new to him, but at the same time, he lived on a mountain for the last few years of his life without much fear. If Emmet trusts it, then Ingo does too.

Emmet knocks at the door Ingo knew he would. Elesa opens it immediately, as if she was waiting for him just on the other side. Which, judging by the anxious smile on her face, seems likely.

“Emmet, hey!” she greets him warmly, at the very least. She stands in the doorway awkwardly for a moment, perhaps waiting for a reaction from Emmet. When she’s only met with silence and an empty stare, she awkwardly clears her throat and glances behind him.

For the briefest moment, Ingo thinks Elesa might be looking at him.

“Is that Chandelure with you?” She pats the side of Pokémon’s face. “It’s been a while since you went out with Emmet, hasn’t it? Did you enjoy the warm weather on the walk over?”

“It’s been clingy, lately,” Emmet remarks, distantly. “Like when Ingo was still here.”

The tension in the air is so thick that even Ingo can feel it. What’s going on with these two, anyway? They weren't nearly this strained when Elesa came over the other day.

“Come on in,” Elesa pushes her door open. “I got all the paperwork ready for you.”

Have they been talking before now? But Ingo hasn’t gone to sleep since returning home, so he would have known if Elesa came over. Vaguely, he can remember Akari telling him about some sort of long-distance communication, which allowed people to talk and write to each other instantaneously across great distances. He’d been interested in the concept back then, but for the life of him—or lack thereof—he can’t recall the details.

Elesa’s apartment is nice, but not exactly what Ingo was expecting. Her decor is yellow and blue, every surface wiped down and shining. It’s too sanitized, unlived in, pristine. He gets the feeling that it doesn’t normally look this way.

Emmet and Elesa sit on the couch together. Curiously, she seems to have moved a strange machine to her coffee table, since Ingo’s pretty sure it belongs in more of an office space.

Elesa takes a small stack of papers from the side of the machine. Emmet holds a hand out expectantly, but she hesitates.

“I want to hear that you’re sure about this,” Elesa states, clutching the papers close to her chest. “I’ve gotten the records office to promise that the contents will remain hidden from the public, but you know that once these forms are processed…”

“I know,” Emmet nods. “I am prepared for that.”

“Are you?” Elesa asks. Ingo tries to peek over her shoulder in a desperate bid to understand just what the big deal is, but she’s effectively blocked his view. “The people are going to find out, eventually.”

“Elesa, I know!” Emmet suddenly snaps, a fire in his eyes that Ingo instinctively knows is dangerous. “He isn’t coming back! Everything is going to fall apart if I don’t do this!”

Something shatters, metaphorically. It may have been Ingo’s heart. As he watches Emmet curl in on himself and cry for what must be the millionth time, that same pang of guilt shoots right through his chest.

“I did this,” Ingo says, indifferent to Chandelure’s panicked whispers in his ear. All he can hear is his brother crying for him. “I never should have left.”

Cold, spindly arms wrap around him, holding him in place. It’s slightly comforting, a familiar touch that hasn’t been altered from when he last felt it. Ingo leans back against Chandelure, shifting his nonexistent weight into his heels and trying to remember if this was at all soothing before.

“Why didn’t I try to come back?” Ingo asks no one. He looks back to meet Chandelure’s eyes, if only to avoid the sorry sight in front of him. It’s then that he realizes he’s also crying, right along with Emmet. “I abandoned them.”

Chandelure nuzzles its face into Ingo’s back, a helpless attempt to dismiss his dark thoughts. But Ingo is right, and he knows it. He left all of his friends, his Pokémon… he left Emmet all alone. And now they’re facing a life, an eternity, without him.

Ingo glances back at the couch. Elesa has abandoned the papers in favor of comforting Emmet, whispering not unlike Chandelure had been just seconds earlier. The forms sit between the two of them, haphazardly tilting off the edge of the couch.

Ingo can finally read them

Unovan Records Office Petition of Legal Declaration of Death

‥

Emmet spends a whole afternoon at Elesa’s apartment. There’s a stiffness to the situation that he hates. It used to be fun to waste the day away here, watching bad movies and spilling popcorn everywhere. This was the couch where Ingo accidentally inhaled his soda after an actor uttered the corniest line known to man. Gosh, that was hilarious. Emmet still has the picture of him choking somewhere.

Elesa helps Emmet scan the files the Sinnoh Historical Society provided him with. The forms required proof that death had occurred in absence of a body, and since Emmet can’t exactly go grave robbing in Sinnoh, this is his next best choice.

How much of Ingo is left, anyway?

Emmet shakes that thought out of his head, instead focusing on completing the informational part of the forms. Ingo’s birthday is an easy one, as are many of the other responses. There isn’t a thing about Ingo that Emmet doesn’t know. Well, except for how exactly he fell into the past. Or why he seemed to settle into a new life instead of trying to return home. Was he that desperate to leave? Did he even care that he left Emmet behind?

The final part leaves a large space for Emmet to write.

Personal Statement

Emmet taps the edge of the paper with his pen. To his left, he hears Elesa curse under her breath as her printer suddenly makes a strange noise. He chooses to ignore it. If Ingo were here, he would have scolded her for her manner of speech.

Ingo isn’t here, though.

Chandelure floats nearby, just out of reach. It would never stay so far from Ingo, always an arm’s length away from his brother, as faithful and loyal as it was when it was just a Litwick. But with Emmet, it almost seems like he’s an afterthought. It barely acknowledges him unless he speaks to it, and even then, it seems preoccupied with something else.

Maybe it’s just easier for it to pretend when he isn’t close. Emmet wishes he could still pretend.

How does one describe a piece of themself being ripped away, unjustly, unfairly? How could Emmet even begin to rationalize and explain the grief he’s been through? Not just these past few days, but the past six years. Ingo never came home like he was supposed to. Was it a choice? Or was fate just cruel to them?

Deciding to just bite the Bullet Punch, Emmet writes the first thing that comes to mind.

I am Emmet. My brother Ingo is gone. He is not returning.

‥

Before they left, Elesa suggested that Emmet begin to plan a funeral.

Ingo wants absolutely no part in that. Nope, no thank you. He’s already seen the tail end of one of his funerals, and he ended up bound to his gravesite for hundreds of years. There’s no way that he’s letting that happen again, not now. Not after finding Emmet.

Emmet makes a beeline for the kitchen, like a man possessed. He pulls a mug out of a cabinet, black in color with red patterning. Emmet stares at it, holding it in his hands as though it’s the most precious item in the world.

Ingo would ask Chandelure what he was doing, but the Pokémon has since been returned to its ball. It takes a second, but he soon recognizes the mug as his own. He used to drink hot chocolate out of it in the winter, after he and Emmet walked back from the station.

Emmet places the mug on their kitchen island, careful not to chip it.

As Ingo stands confused in the kitchen, Emmet frantically searches their apartment. He yanks open drawers, shuffling through them so recklessly that he barely acknowledges what he pushes aside. At the very least, he seems to know what he’s looking for.

Ingo knows everything that his brother leaves on the counter. A book from the coffee table that he never got the chance to finish. A pair of old shoes, left unused by the door for years. His spare coat, his keychains, his wallet. Every single piece of himself that Ingo left behind, Emmet collects it.

When Emmet places a bunch of pens, of all things, among the pile, Ingo finally understands what he’s doing. He’s trying to decide what to bury.

In the doorway between the kitchen and the hall, Emmet pauses. There’s one room that he has yet to touch, one that both he and Ingo know holds exactly what he’s looking for. Hesitantly, as though there were a monster hiding just out of sight, he pokes his head out and peers to the right.

The door to Ingo’s room has never looked so daunting.

“Emmet, stop,” Ingo commands his brother. This has gone too far, even for Emmet. The only thing he’s going to accomplish by doing this now is heartache, and he can’t bear to let his own family hurt himself like this.

Emmet doesn’t turn when Ingo speaks. He doesn’t even respond to him.

Ingo inserts himself between Emmet and the doorway, blocking his path. “I said stop! You don’t have to do this!”

Emmet takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his hands into fists. He steps forwards down the hallway, passing straight through his brother.

Ingo blinks, stunned in place like a Joltik used Thunder Wave on him. For a brief moment, he forgot. Emmet can’t see him, can’t hear him. As far as he knows, any trace of Ingo disappeared centuries ago, the only remnant being an old grave in Sinnoh. Ingo is, quite literally, nothing.

There’s a certain emotion that Ingo hasn’t felt in a very long time. After spending ages chained to one place, his resignation quickly turned to apathy. He had his moments, sure, but for the most part, he passed the centuries by staring at the endless white snowfields, wishing for it to be over already.

Rage boils in his stomach, steam filling his lungs and heart. He cries, tears he know should be wet and practically scorching against his skin, but he feels nothing but a vague, dripping sensation. His head aches, and his leg is already threatening to give out on him. Whatever it was that saw fit to leave him like this must be so very cruel.

Inside of Ingo, something bursts.

“WHY CAN’T YOU SEE ME?!” he shouts, and centuries of frustration comes out all at once.

Crash!

The noise is enough to derail Ingo. Suddenly, everything inside him feels cold and fragile, like the very foundation of his existence is unstable.

Emmet rushes back to the doorway. When he sees the scene in the kitchen, he gasps, covering his mouth with one of his hands. Ingo follows his gaze, turning back to finally see the source of the broken sound.

“Oh no,” they say simultaneously.

On the ground, Ingo’s mug lays shattered.

Emmet falls to his knees, defeated. He hides his face behind his hands, and again, he sobs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Ingo is at his brother’s side in an instant, uselessly attempting to soothe Emmet’s sadness. He isn’t sure how, but somehow, he just broke his mug. And that happened to be the final straw for Emmet. He says everything he can think of, apologizing over and over again.

No matter how many times Ingo repeats himself, Emmet doesn’t hear him.

#submas #subway master ingo #warden ingo #subway master emmet #twin spirits #fanfic #rav's writing

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firehananas · 2 years

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I think the name was Elessa x those twins from BW2?

Ah yes! Ingo x Elesa x Emmet

Okay, here the thing. I don't really ship them as OT3 - even if I read about them as OT3 time to time. I suppose I could be convinced if the writing is super good but do I want to be convinced? Not really. I like them platonic a bit too much I think.

HOWEVER

I have to confess that I like the idea of Emmet and Elesa being amicable ex. Like, in their debut of their respective career, they flirted, dated for a few months but it didn't workout. I'm not sure why tho - it is the chaotic energy they could hold? Both having main Electric Pokémon? Elesa looking cold but is actually a goofball that Emmet could find endearing? Emmet being super blunt and honest while Elesa works in a world where apparence matter first? I think there is something there that could be interesting to write/read on.

I don't know why I can't see Ingo x Elesa together at all tho. Probably because Ingo is too awkward when it came to romance... for real... with who to ship this man... if not his trains /j

While I'm at it, have an imagine on the first dates of Emmet/Elesa:

Ingo took super seriously the situation and tried to be the best wingman for his brother. The only problem was: he was as clueless (if not more) than Emmet.

"Act like a gentleman! Don't try to kiss her before the third date!" He advised.

Emmet nodded and took mental notes. No kisses before the third date, ok got it.

The first date went well. They had a fun time with the roller coaster and they ended up by watching a movie theater. Good times.

The second date, they went to the ferris wheel. It's very romantic, they started holding hands, cuddling and all. They went out of the cabine, sat on a bench. Emmet hold her in silence, his face against her. The night made the scenery very intimate and confortable.

Elesa felt bold. She lifted her head to lean for a kiss in a smile. At first, Emmet closed his eyes, ready to embrace her...

BUT THEN SUDDENLY THE BOOMING VOICE OF HIS BROTHER ECHOED IN HIS BRAIN.

NO KISSES BEFORE THE THIRD DATE!!!

His eyes snapped open and just before their lips meet, he smashed a hand on her face, making her cried an "Ow!" in pain.

"Sorry! No kisses before the third date!"

And then he stood up and power walk in his robot mode to go home, letting the poor Elesa alone literally standing by herself 🧍‍♀️

[pictured: a panicked and confused man who messed up on his way home (also walking like a robot).]

Ingo felt horribly guilty when Emmet explained to him how it went and tried to clear up the situation by directly talking to Elesa. They went back on tracks for the next four months before ended up the relationship in a common agreement.

Even if she was upset and confused at the moment, Elesa laughs at it now and sometimes teases Emmet about it. Emmet smiles awkwardly before asking her to shut up, still embarrassing by it, but also a bit amused by his lack of experience at the time.

Ingo just don't want to heard about it anymore. Please, it has been years now! Can't we move on? (no)

#emmet x elesa #pokémon #shipping bingo #emmet x elesa x ingo #subway bosses #*sighs* where are the airplaineshippers #it used to be so popular back in the day #where is my let's go lesbians ship #hana talks #anon answered #hana answered

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years

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How I Write, How I Dream: ESTP Edition

Mod: An ESTP asked permission to submit this, since she noticed I do not have an ESTP ‘How I write stories’ description in the archive to match this series. What follows is in her own words.

ESTP: How I Write, How I Dream

So this submission is like 6+ years late topically, I think, but it’s an understatement to say I get side-tracked easily. First I had to be self-aware enough to actually determine my type with confidence, and then I had to remember to write this up. Hopefully it’s an edition that’s better late than never – in any case, I thought it might be fun to contribute, given the frequent lack of Se-dom voices in things like this.

I’m aware that I might be in a comparatively small group as a regular ESTP writer, let alone one familiar with personality typology, but I wrote my first short story at nine for a 4th grade assignment, and then my first full story/intended book when I was eleven, (both of which I immediately proceeded to act out on the playground), so it’s sort of always been a part of my normal retinue of hobbies/coping mechanisms/diversions/distractions. Usually I find that I write the most when I’m bored or otherwise dissatisfied with my real life – sort of using it to spice things up with more exciting events, even if they’re regrettably fictional. I also suspect that I use writing to experience all the interesting things I find myself unable to physically do, at least for the moment – not unlike what your ISTP contributor described. I think sometimes that I use it to subconsciously work through certain concepts, too, until I understand them holistically. It’s like it gives me a way to actually engage and interact with a philosophical concept through tangible expression – through embedding it into [fictional] human behavior. Like how I understand the nuances of the concept of apostasy better for having walked through the plot of Silence (2016) with Scorsese than I would have if it was still just a definition in a theology textbook. Application helps me. (I also had a counselor a while back who told me that I used my writing to work through the emotions I hate to process in real life, but I was never wholly convinced of that or the connection of my plots to my real life events, so jury’s out, I guess.)

When I was a kid, I liked to read a fair-ish amount. Spies were oftentimes my favorite topic, but I also wanted eagerly to be one and owned probably every kid spy gadget ever manufactured for sale at the Spy Museum in D.C., to which I dragged my parents practically every weekend so I could crawl through air vents, etc. However, my favorite children’s series of all was actually the Ingo series by the late Helen Dunmore, which provided me with exciting, nature-based, and [mostly] emotionally satisfying adventures in my lifelong favorite unpredictable environment – underwater. (I also dragged my parents constantly to our local aquarium.) As I got older, the frequency of my reading dropped, and I now find myself usually pulled more towards nonfiction.

[Note – I just realized a lifelong quirk with me and books. I’m sort of ridiculously set on *seeing* the books I own. I mean, I know what I own, but I still constantly get out every book I own on a particular topic just to see them all at once. It makes the knowledge more cohesive for me to concentrate it visually, I guess. Even just the covers. Anyway.]

My writing habits are kind of awful – in that, like alluded to above, I pretty much only write when I either a) am seized by a great idea, or else b) have nothing better to do. I have little ambition to actually publish or anything like that, regardless of encouragement, and I prefer to think of my writing as just a diversion, an amusement for myself alone (though I do crave minimal approval, as I do in anything). In any case, as soon as the pressure of a schedule is attached to my writing, it drains of all joy for me. Much like your ISTP contributor described, I think I hover somewhere between plotter and pantser, depending on the story. Too much planning leads to my feeling like I have no incentive to actually write it, as I’ve already experienced it, and too little leaves me spinning aimlessly with no real direction. I write both prose and screenplays, and the rule seems to hold true for both, overall. Also, whenever I have a problem in my plotting or characters or whatever, I find that I have to step away, go be busy with something else, sometimes for a long while, and when I come back everything just falls into place. I guess unconscious Ti and/or Ni finding solutions? I’m not totally sure how/why that happens.

As my inclusion of screenplay format may suggest, I experience my stories in an incredibly visual way. I think sometimes that my narratives come across very much like movies, with all the requisite limitations and usual lack of character introspection. I feel like I pretty much focus on the observable actions of my characters – I find describing any kind of extended rumination highly unnatural, at least most of the time. Even my planning is highly visual. I have a tendency to graph, chart, draw, and plaster my options all over the walls. It’s ridiculous sometimes, but in many cases I just have to be able to see them all next to each other, even if there’s no other information provided. Like my books, mentioned earlier. It helps clarify my plot choices in my mind. It’s also a quirk/weakness of mine that I am often entirely dependent on outside images for descriptions. I need to find a real person, place, or thing to base my fictional ones on physically if I hope to have any kind of concrete knowledge to allow description. Again, it helps solidify them/it in my mind.

I have another weakness in my writing that often results in much incredulous laughter – I’m often entirely blind to any hidden meaning or symbolism in my own writing. I might get the vaguest sense of something being a good line, but be unsure why until my ISFJ friend starts praising my deep, archetypal references and crafting – and then staring at me when I clearly have no idea what she means. It’s happened several times by this point, and though it makes me laugh, I’ll just blame it on the subconscious inferior Ni. I pretty much never have any kind of goal of being symbolic or laden with deep meaning. If I were ever to try that, I think it would massively stress me out.

In terms of editors, beta readers, or whatever else we want to call those who give solicited criticism – that’s just what I need/want. Criticism. For the most part, I’m incredibly thick-skinned about my writing and would be absolutely fine if someone told me that it was utterly terrible and the whole thing needed revising down to the very concept. That may be because I think many of my concepts are lackluster to start with. But nothing frustrates me so quickly as readers unwilling to actually [and harshly] criticize. I always tell them that I want him/her to rip it to shreds. I mean, that’s the only way it’ll get better. (I’ve made mistakes before by assuming that other writers feel this way, too – my sister did not appreciate my input.)

I write almost exclusively dramas these days, I guess, though of varying subtypes. (I also maintain the availability/ready accessibility of about 10+ stories at any given time of active writing. I bounce between them sometimes based on what I’m feeling like at the moment or what I have a new thought about.) I have a sort of historical drama thing that takes place in the 1680s, a modern drama prompted by a premise of genetic engineering, a Most Dangerous Game kind of hunting/weapons thing, a detective story in the immediate aftermath of WWII, a classic deserted island story, a thing involving the phenomenon of stigmata… the list goes on and shifts constantly.

However, while I’ve typically enjoyed writing, here’s the omnipresent rub – engaging with it for any great amount of time makes me really unhealthy emotionally. I’m pretty sure that after like two or three days primarily working on a story without other overriding priorities, or like six or seven with those scattered distractions, (at best), I’m plummeting straight down to my inferior functions. My historical stories do this even more quickly, because they oftentimes seem to require more mental effort. I get super irritable, drown in self-loathing, start to think that everything real that I want is never going to happen – it’s really not good. The fact of the matter is that while writing is a fun diversion oftentimes, I go insane doing it for too long, because I need to get out and engage. (Thanks to my pesky Se-dom, daring to ask for more than just incessant fidgeting.)

When I do write, however, I’m known for my in-depth research, my character-driven plots, lines some people in my life seem to think are witty or something, and emotional depth, believe it or not. I’ve been complimented on it, as well as my tendency to accurately portray mental/emotional illness. I don’t know. I’ve never thought I was overly talented at such things, but then again, I never paid much attention. Even this write-up has been hard – analyzing my writing like this. It’s not a strength of mine to scrutinize my own habits.

After all, I’m busy – I have to go blast Maroon 5 as I jump off a 20-foot wall yelling, “Parkour!”

I am an ESTP, remember? ;-)

#estp #writing #how i write

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bluboothalassophile · 4 years

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Crash Course!

@chromium7sky & @deep-in-mind67 a tremendous Thank You for allowing me to borrow Cas ad Malik for some mayhem and destruction! They are terrific and you are both lovely and I hope you enjoy!

~~~*~*~*~~~

Damian al Ghul was a busy man, by nature, he wasn’t one to idly sit about, and he did have operations to run, companies to manage, people to train, a wife to love, and a son to raise. Life was never simple, and lately, Malik had been up to something.

Damian didn’t want to press his son, he did not want to be that parent, he had hopes that Malik would come to him when he was ready, but he was seriously concerned for his son. Malik may be the most mature, levelheaded sixteen year old that Damian had ever encountered. But his son was a perfect resurrection of the Lazarus Pit and a demon and he knew, after watching Todd, his mother, grandfather all struggle with the Pit, that it wouldn’t be this simple, despite Malik being a very good young boy. The sixteen-year-old was a sixteen year old boy in a twenty something year old body, and a demon, and Damian worried. He was a father, he worried.

And lately Malik had gotten very reclusive and very secretive, and he was very worried for his son, but he did not want to be an overbearing parent; he had seen how poorly that turned out. He just hoped that Malik would trust him enough to come to him when things got really bad for him. Damian hoped to any and every deity that Malik knew that Damian was in his corner no matter what.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Malik didn’t think it could be too difficult to do what Casmir was asking, it was not like driving was rocket science, and he had learnt when he was twelve; he was genuinely surprised Cas did not know how to drive. But apparently an incident with Raynor had had their father saying no to any and all teachings for driving until they were legal. Plus, like him, Cas portalled everywhere, but still, Malik could see the practicality in the ability to drive.

And since Casmir’s parents were out on a Justice League mission, all the Batlings were under Nos’ care and Malik didn’t think the feline would care if he taught Cas to drive. Besides, this version of his parents were why more… gentle, he didn’t think they’d get into any serious trouble if they were caught.

“Okay, I’m set,” Cas grinned as they sat in one of the zillions of cars the Waynes always seemed to own. Malik had talked Cas out of the Lamborghini, instead they had opted for the Aston Martin; it was the one that looked like it belonged in those bond films, and he rather liked it.

Malik had walked Cas through the check list for safe driving. They slowly drove to the Batcave where there was a huge track set up for some reason. Malik would admit he was impressed with this version of his father for having adapted a serious training regime here in the Batcave, back home most his training was in Nanda Parbat with his family. Until running into the Batlings he hadn’t really seen much of anything outside the compound, though he did dimension hop from time to time when his mother and father were not around.

“Break, gas, and watch your speed, we shouldn’t go super fast,” he instructed as they got to the track.

“Beak, gas, seatbelt,” Cas muttered as they started going. Suddenly there was a blast of light and it felt like Cas hit the gas too hard as they were both thrown back in their seats.

“CAS!” he shouted and there was a blast of light as a blackhole opened.

“MALIK!” Cas screeched.

They both screamed as they were dimension hopping too quickly to even slow down.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Cas would admit, admittedly, this was not his brightest idea, but Malik hadn’t said no!

For a hot minute Cas was not the oldest and therefore, so not responsible!

Plausible deniability was going to be great. Honestly, Cas had never had this! But he could see from the look of the garage they had crashed into again that they were so dead, so very, very dead. If he and Malik survived this, Lorcan and Griffith were dead when he got home!

It took one look at an unamused Jason Todd for Cas to know exactly which universe they had crashed into, as this was obviously the one with the Jason Todd who had taught Raynor to drive!

“Is that Todd?” Malik asked warily.

“Not either of ours,” Cas grimaced and smiled. Jason stood there staring blandly back with a mug of steaming coffee, the mug was a minion’s mug; and Cas was certain it was the one Ingo had gotten this Jay. This Jason was different from either his or Malik’s, with a J seared into his cheek to highlight the immediate difference.

“Hey Jay,” he called as he rolled down the window.

“Casmir,” Jason remarked. “I don’t know which one is beside you,” he stated.

“This is Malik, he’s from another, another dimension,” Cas explained.

“Mmm,” Jason hummed. “Raven!” he barked.

“What!?” she appeared.

“Control your other dimensional children!” Jason demanded.

“Mom!?” Malik gaped. Cas smiled meekly as she went to stand beside Jason, she was tiny still, her hair was now to her waist, long, thick, inky black, her eyes were now distinctly violet and her sharp features were schooled in indifference as she arched a delicate brow at both of them while sipping her tea.

“Oh, that is not a good look,” Malik muttered while paling.

“We’re so very dead,” Cas whispered as he sunk in his seat.

“You want to tell me what’s happening here Cas?” Raven asked idly as she appeared in their back seat having both the boys jolting as they twisted around.

“M-mom!?” Cas and Malik yelped.

“Not quite,” she chuckled humorlessly. “Now why are you crashing through the garage?”

“Malik agreed to teach me to drive,” Cas informed her.

“Mmm, and I’m guessing you’re Malik?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“Nice to meet you, did the Batlings abduct another child I wasn’t aware of?” Rae asked blandly as she examined Malik.

“Um…” Cas looked at Malik and back at Rae who was sipping her tea.

“Not quite,” Malik answered. “I found the Batlings, I’m from another dimension,” he explained.

“Mmm, well, clean up and we’ll get breakfast then send you home. If you think to dimension hop, I’ll remind you I know where you live Cas,” Raven stated as she was enveloped by shadows and reappeared beside Jason.

“You know her?”

“Yeah, Ingo found her when we were babies, she’s family now,” Cas muttered.

“She does know she’s not the boss of us, right?” Malik asked.

“I am so not getting on that version of mom’s bad side!” Cas stated as he got out of the car.

“Why would we get on her bad side!?” Malik asked.

“Trust me, we don’t want to end up there,” Cas stated. “And this Jay can outcook Alfred!”

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven was barely awake, and Jason wasn’t much better than she was at this point. Though Jay was prepping breakfast. It was a perfectly peaceful morning for her and Jason, none of Jay’s relatives were here for a change which had made life peaceful. Her own family was out of town as well. Rae had been texting Dean, Cas, Sam and Jack in the family group chat, and she had also had a call from Elijah to wish her a happy birthday. Her moms’ had called her from their European tour; which was apparently something Harley had always wanted to do, but they could never leave Gotham long enough to actually do it; but Rae was having breakfast with them tomorrow when she portalled over so she could meet up with Donna and Roy. Donna and Roy had plans for her tomorrow for a late Birthday dinner; it wasn’t easy to get time with the Queen of Themyscira. Vic had called her from deep space even, he was still helping the Lanterns. Kyle, Artemis, and Eddie were going to have lunch with her and Jason. Constantine was having dinner with her, Luci, Alice, Jack, Mary-Beth, Billy, and Jess tonight. But until her lunch, she had all the time in the world with Jason, and only Jason, which was something rare.

At least it was just her and Jason until there was a horrible crash in the garage.

Now though, after having the children clean up the garage, she found herself sitting at the island across from two sheepish looking boys. Cas was tall, gangly, and lean, his black hair was sticking up in odd directions, and his violet eyes were down cast. The other boy, Malik was huge, tall, thick and she sensed the Lazarus Pit in him. His eyes had the tell-tale green ring pulsing in them around the violet irises. He also looked a lot like Damian, high cheek bones, lean face, sharp nose, firmly set lips pulled in a grim line as he assessed her, his black hair was a bit shaggy.

“You want to tell me how you ended up in this dimension, again, Cas?” Raven asked as she set out two teas, she saw the other boy’s surprise as he cautiously came forward with Cas for tea.

“It’s Ingo’s fault.”

“Sure,” Raven waved off as she accepted the waffles from Jason. Jason served up two heaps of waffles for the boys as he pulled a cigarette.

“No smoking,” she said as she plucked the cigarette from his lips.

“Rae!”

“No! No smoking, you promised you were quitting, and I’m ensuring it. You’re Malik?” Raven turned her attention on the other boy who was cautiously cutting into the waffles with pristine manners, he was obviously Damian’s kid she thought.

“Yes,” he answered warily.

“And you’re from a different dimension?” Raven asked as she ate her own waffles, Jason finally sat and stole her syrup. “Hey!”

“You took my smokes!” he retorted.

“They’ll kill you young.”

“Jokes on you, I’m living to a hundred and two and then dying like the city of Detroit!” he sniped as he drowned his waffles in syrup.

“One of these days the Pit’s not going to save you from yourself,” she muttered as she swiped the syrup from him before he could have a sugar high. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I am from a different dimension,” Malik replied tentatively, clearly still absorbing the situation.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Malik was very confused. He’d been to a lot of different dimensions, which was how he had met the Batlings, and unwittingly befriended them, and been pulled into their antics. When he had agreed to teach Casmir to drive, he had not expected to be hit by a spell from Lorcan and Griffith, and somehow not controlling his own dimension hopping, which had been very unnerving. Then he had crashed into an unknown garage, which had not looked anything like the Batcave where he and Cas had been driving, to see a man who was clearly Todd but not his or the Batlings’ Todd.

This Jason stood there, lifted a scarred brow, his cheek had a J seared into it, and there were green pulses in his eyes, similar to Malik’s own. It was a mark of the Pit, and it was unnerving to see it reflected in his uncle’s eyes.

Then this Raven, his mom, had appeared, she stood beside Todd, and for the first time ever he truly noted how small his mom was. The Batlings’ Raven was lithe, delicate, his own mom had been small but not delicate, this Raven was small, petite, and almost delicate, yet her presence; like the other Raven’s he knew, was commanding. She was unnerving as well with how she had appeared, disappeared, and reappeared, he couldn’t sense her movement which was actually terrifying to him.

Now he was seated, in a warehouse, in a kitchen, before a plate of massive waffles, which were utterly divine in flavor, watching this version of his mother poke and prod this version of Todd and he was confused.

“I see, and in your universe, would your parents permit you to teach driving to a fifteen year old?” Raven asked dryly, turning her attention on him. It was unnerving how she had the mom look mastered and he felt this immense guilt about having agreed to just teaching Cas to drive.

“It’s not our fault we dimension hopped!” Cas protested.

“Sure, it’s not,” Todd muttered which had Malik glaring at this version of his uncle.

“It’s not!”

“Mmm, and how the hell did you get here?” Todd asked dryly.

“We were hit with a spell from Lorcan and Griffith,” Cas stated.

“We had no control of our dimension hopping,” Malik stated firmly. He was a bit annoyed with this version of his uncle; it was a bit annoying to have Todd of all people looking at them like they were reckless idiots. It wasn’t like they had intentionally dimension hopped!

“Mmm, should we be expecting the colony?” Todd asked dryly and Malik glared at his uncle.

“Um… no, I don’t think so,” Cas said.

“Good, little bird,” Todd turned to her. “Think you could get them home?”

“Not until I finish breakfast.”

“Obviously,” Todd snorted.

Malik did agree with Cas about this Todd’s cooking, it was very excellent! “Where’s father?” he asked as he continued cutting the waffles.

“The gremlin is at Berkley with his girlfriend,” Todd answered, and Malik’s head snapped up at that information as he glanced at this version of his mother then to Cas.

“Um… our parents are together in this universe,” Cas said.

“I do not understand,” Malik stated. His parents love transcended all boundaries he had encountered. Almost all the multiverses he had visited he had encountered his parents, together, they belonged together. “If mother is not with father…” he started.

“Your father is dating Irey West, and Jon Kent, depending on the day of the week and time of the month,” Todd chuckled as Raven whacked Todd up the back side of the head.

“In this universe, and in this universe, I do not date jailbait, which is exactly what he would’ve been if we had gotten together and it would have been disturbing, even for a demoness like myself.”

“So…”

“She’s with Todd,” Cass whispered.

“We’re not together!” Todd and Raven shouted as Cas. “Christ it’s like we’re twenty all over again.”

“Speak for yourself, it’s like I talked to Luci and Maze again!” Raven groaned.

“Just get the gremlins’ and other little birds’ spawns’ home and then we’re resume birthday plans,” Todd decided.

Malik blinked in utter confusion. This was a very strange universe. But these waffles were amazing, he wondered for the first time ever, if his uncle was as good of a cook as this version was.

“It’s your birthday?” he blinked at this version of his mother.

“Yes, it is,” she chuckled. “How do you like the waffles?”

“They’re delicious!” Malik admitted and stared longingly at his plate.

“Of course, he likes the fucking waffles, little bird, he’s your kid,” Todd stated as he nudged her side and started making more.

“This is the strangest universe I’ve been in,” he admitted to Cas.

“Yeah, me too, no one tried to stab, shoot or blow me up the first time I landed here!” Cas grinned in delight as Jason started serving them more waffles.

“You crash landed in the bouncy house,” Todd quipped.

“That was fun,” Cas chuckled.

“You dimension hop a lot,” he deduced from his brother.

“You have no idea,” Cas grinned.

“And I’m sure your parents will be lighted to know this in addition to you wrecking my garage,” Raven smiled.

“Do I at least get more waffles before my funeral?” Cas sighed.

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