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Inbound, Outbound

The first submas fic I ever wrote! LOL I decided I needed one final thing for april fools so you get this fic from. about a month and a half ago! I think a lot has changed since I wrote this and I'd love to come back to the reuniting :3 maybe making it longer or what have you. but for now. here you go!

Sometimes when you wait for things, they come back to you. Sometimes they don't. Emmet continues life as normal as he can until the point in which the thing he's been waiting for the most finally does come back. Today just happens to be that day. (6745 words)

Ingo comes back on a winter day that Emmet would’ve otherwise forgotten.

It’s a pervasive winter in Nimbasa this year, the sky a white-blue, grey where it touches the edges of the buildings high above his morning train into the city center. Today is just as slow as usual, fifteen stretching into thirty, stretching in to forty-five minutes as people crush their way into the train car number eleven, Emmet’s favorite car on the six-in-the-morning inbound to Nimbasa commercial district. This train doesn’t go direct to Gear Station—it’s about four blocks from the city center. Which means that the train car is filled with grey and black suits, small children, and people in coats too thin or too bright for the weather. It’s his favorite car because if he looks over the few heads currently standing in front of him, he can see a poster with Elesa on it, advertising the Nimbasa Gym in bright, yellow and black letters. He doesn’t mind the length of the ride, really, even with the extra twenty minutes of walking. It gives him enough time to think, whether that be better or worse.

Emmet sniffles, pushing the scarf further up his nose, trying to keep in the heat. He can feel his face starting to red with the cold, and the subpar heat of the train car isn’t doing much help. He likes this car—he likes the whole system, because it runs so efficiently even with the stops, but he would like it a bit more if it were properly heated. He once bore Elesa to sleep talking about the rail system near their apartment complex in the city suburbs and art district, and after that he kind of kept it to himself and the engineers on shift.

The train car is still cold, and his scarf slips down his nose again as he adjusts his grip on the handle above him. Scrunching his face, he burrows into the collar of his coat and shrinks his shoulders to make space, shutting his eyes. He moves with the train car, as he does every morning, and sighs into the fabric of his coat. He files the cold away in the back of his mind. The train ride becomes routine, which means it fades into the background of his life, where everything rests mutely.

He might be somewhat of a celebrity, but the 6am is too crowded and too tired to notice him, or Ingo, or Elesa, for that matter. Elesa could live in the city center—running a gym is a lucrative business, and her clothing line, her brand deal, the posters with her face on them, even here in this train, raked in enough money to more than sustain on. Instead, Elesa lives two streets down from him (them) in a large apartment and she holds the crook of his arm on the train to keep steady. She didn’t this morning, though, which means Emmet has a little more stability where he stands, and a little less company. Not being recognized this morning means that he slips effortlessly from the train as the doors slide open, spilling out with other shoppers and business folk. He ducks through the exit as someone holds it open, and the smile on their face lingers a bit too long when they catch his eye. He thinks the words I’m sorry for your loss might come and hit him across the face, but they only nod. Emmet moves through the crowd alone again.

He makes his way carefully up the steps and onto the sidewalks of inner-Nimbasa, stepping with purpose as he stares down at his shoes. There’s a fine layer of ice and slush on the ground, but no snow. Anything that did fall just added to the grey slush on the side of the sidewalk, crunching under his boots as he walked. The cold still bites at his face as he makes his way down the block and across the street. He can still feel his fingers, though, which is a good sign. A few more streets of cold and slushy snow and trying to block the wind with his coat and he would be in the relative warmth of Gear Station, all tan marble and smooth floors.

Winter. Of course the winter lingered. It was still winter when Emmet got off the train alone and it was still winter and cold and breezy and dark, now, as Emmet stood in his (their) office, watching the clock.

5:45pm. He realizes he hasn’t eaten all day as a hard pang stabs through his stomach. Emmet takes a breath. It’s easy to fall into routine when nothing else seems to fit. It’s what he tells himself. He finds a way to make the day go faster, maybe looking for something at the end that wasn’t just the next day. He never had this issue before, waiting for the day to pass only for it to bleed into the next, and the next, and the next, and for the weekend to stutter and pause that blissful continuing trend. Work, go home, sleep, repeat. It gave no time to think about anything else—especially not Ingo.

It took longer the first year. Everything constantly pressed hard on the wound still open. He still remembers when everything shut down around him. It wasn’t winter then. It was spring, where the air still twinged cool, but he wasn’t kicking snow off his shoes before he entered the engineer’s office and ducked down the hall and to his and Ingo’s space. It was an almost instant halt, like throwing the emergency break. Emmet’s whole life screeched and threw up smoke.

He remembers the first time someone questioned him that wasn’t the city police, staring up at him, mouth moving with words he didn’t understand. He stuttered, unable to form an answer to what do you think happened? How was he supposed to know? How was he supposed to put pieces together when he felt like he had been smashed into star fragments?

The subway shut down for three months straight. He could barely pick himself out of bed, and when he did, he couldn’t make it out of the door. He remembers lying in the dark for far too long, turning off his phone so no calls came through. The day bled into night and into the next day, with no routine, no operating procedure. Everything in his life revolved around Ingo—and now there was a distinctly Ingo shaped hole in his chest that he couldn’t fill. He remembers crawling his way out of the comforters and making it to the threshold of his bedroom door, sinking to the ground and staying there. It was only when Elesa made her way in that he moved, coaxed onto the couch to drink a glass of water. There were days where neither of them spoke. Elesa would set a duffel in the corner of Emmet’s room and a toothbrush in his bathroom and wordlessly, the space became hers too. Half asleep one night, she mumbled, very quietly, that it had been days since she’d had the energy to battle. The Nimbasa gym waitlist had grown to fifteen people. He said he was sorry. She laughed like she meant it. Tired. They were tired. Life moved on without them for a while. He held Elesa’s hand.

Every dark coat had been him, every set of stripes, every loud and hearty laugh. The space in their fridge, in their bathroom, on their couch, the spaces Elesa subconsciously left when she visited, all stayed like he might appear and fill them. At some point the spaces became memories, and the memories became a dull ache. The dull ache let him work, and the work became an ache instead. And then he started looking for answers. When he found none, he just kept looking.

He hangs up his white coat, noise from Gear Station trickling into the background. He puts his hat on the hook next to it.

He is Emmet. He feels okay today.

He combs his hair back with his fingers, stepping back to navigate around to his desk, shutting off the computer screen and moving through the familiar motions of packing away his day. Eelektross snuffs, sleeping curled around his chair, still nursing a singe from their last battle. The rest of his team are tucked away in pokeballs, neatly set into the bag still resting on the desk. He runs a hand over the scales on Eelektross’ head, listening to the snort turn into a purr, long and rumbly. At least someone’s enjoying themselves. He leans against his desk.

“Excellent job today, Eelektross,” he says. “Too good.”

Eelektross rumbles out an affirmative sound Emmet’s learned to recognize over the years. Tired and comfortable and thoroughly pleased. He’ll be sleeping under a huge eel weight tonight, most likely, which would be good for them both.

From the corner, Chandelure chirps. He glances up, watching her tilt lazily back and forth, flame flickering under the office’s lamplight. He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head at her.

“Ah—” he says. “I forgot, Chandelure. Is it time for the rounds, then?”

She chirps again, twirling in place. She nearly bumps the wall, moving out of the way as she remembers how much space she actually takes up. Emmet snorts, shaking his head. He rises from his leaning on the desk, shaking the feeling back into his right leg.

Gathering his coat and hat again, he pulls it over his shoulders, and opens the office door for Chandelure.

The two wander out into the filling-full train station. It’s busy now that so many are leaving work, Gear Station echoing with his footsteps and the tired laughter and voices of patrons filing in and out of the turnstiles. As he steps out, the noise is almost instant. Ah—he caught departing crowds at the wrong time, as the battle subway came to a close at the days end and people were busy reassigning themselves and marking their places for tomorrow. The energy in the station is bright and cheery. He lifts his hat, waving one hand, smiling with just his mouth. Chandelure spins, singing to herself. He offers a little bow as he departs, listening to cheers of his name until he manages to slip into the service stairs and away from the light and the noise.

He follows the familiar service corridor where it diverges from the central station, staring up into the rafters and eyes tracking across the windows high above him. Night trickles in, noise obscured by layers of stone and brick and marble. The stretch of granite towers above him, echoing the flicker of pride he feels swirling in his chest. Chandelure twirls ahead of him, leading him down to the closed lines as his eyes drag away from pidove in the rafters, cooing to themselves.

It’s important to walk the lines at night—mostly for the host of patrat and joltik and the occasional drilbur that liked to make the tunnels their home, but also to check that each car remained stationary, that light still flooded the dim tunnels, that someone wasn’t trapped. It wasn’t always his job—not with so many that staffed Gear Station, both above and below him. Maintenance often fell to him when it was needed, where he lingered in the office long after his scheduled shift end, when the last outbound train returned.

The stairs down are quieter and darker than the rush of energy and light and cold air above him in Gear Station.

Emmet starts his way toward the platform. Whatever he couldn’t find in the tunnels today, Eelektross would find later tomorrow morning, well before the first battle train. It was good he didn’t have to worry about the main tracks as often—not for checks and not for maintenance. He would mourn his sleep schedule much more than he already did if that were the case. Walking those initial tunnels would take him hours, knowing how far the service platform stretched.

Emmet doesn’t like this part of his job. It was always Ingo’s job. Everything seemed like it was Ingo’s job, now that it rested on his shoulders. When they’d first pitched the idea of the subway to the head of Gear Station at the time, it had been a risk Ingo automatically assumed. When he ran the night shift, safety checks were his duty, as much as they were Emmet’s in the morning. They’d assist with repair and management of the rest of the station as needed, falling into step alongside fellow engineers. There’s a small group in this tunnel now—voices echoing down the small corridor as he travels its length, a drilbur perched on their feet, warily inspecting a section of track. He supposed he considered himself lucky—any scheduled repairs to the Battle Subway could be completed shortly after the subway retired for the day, meaning he could be present if anything went wrong. This bit of maintenance was purely preventative—making sure nothing would be jostled loose by a rogue Earthquake.

Emmet ducks passed the group, nodding along as they toss bits of information his way, wishing him a good night.

Fetching the flashlight from his pocket, Emmet smacks it against his hand. The beam flickers to life, illuminating the tunnel in front of him far more than the stretch of yellow floodlights above his head. He sweeps the beam around the tunnel, listening for anything or anyone.

Emmet makes his way off the main platform and into the tunnel proper, along the service grate, eyes following the tracks. He stands at the edge of the platform for a moment, gazing into an empty car, light shining through. It reflects off the posters and signage inside, dull yellow where the lights inside don’t shine. He shivers. The air feels cold and charged, like a stray joltik had crawled up his neck and now rested in the collar of his coat. He turns the collar out, sweeping with one hand. No joltik. Rolling his shoulders back, Emmet steps back from the car and continues onward. A few feet ahead of him, Chandelure twirls idly, like she’s waiting for him to catch up. He waves the beam of the flashlight at her and she startles, chirring out, annoyed.

“You can check on your own if you don’t want to wait,” he tells her.

She warbles, waving her arms back and forth. He makes an affirmative noise.

“That’s what I thought.”

The large loop stretches further on to his left, where he can’t see, blocked by the stretch of railcar. He follows Chandelure through the space between the cars, ducking his head as they step onto the opposing platform, and continue their way back up. He pauses for a moment as they do, feeling his body go light as his head spins. He reaches out to the side wall, hand against the cold stone as he takes a long breath. Emmet blinks back spots for a moment, shaking his head gently. His stomach feels like its in knots, rolling over itself as he seems to settle from his moment of vertigo. No lunch will do that to you, he supposes.

Chandelure flickers. They’re almost done, which is good. It means he’ll be able to sit down for a second before he has to run to the train. They won’t need to check the two-team tunnel tonight—not only has Emmet not been able to run it, he checked it two weeks ago. He lingered a very long time in there, didn’t he? It had put a terrible ache in his chest enough to call Elesa to walk him home. Emmet frowns—Chandelure flickers again, dimming, brightening, dimming, brightening again. There’s that rush of dizziness again. He breathes out. He’s too far in his head, today, isn't he?

“Chandelure,” he says, in a way that almost reminds him of Ingo—a little out of breath from walking, but mostly just curious. “Is something wrong?”

She chimes, wobbling in place, eyes narrowing. It feels hesitant. Emmet shudders. After a beat, he reaches up, placing a hand on the near-glass surface of Chandelure’s body. She moves back toward him, chiming again.

“Right,” he says. “It’s different, right? Something’s changed.”

Another chirp.

Something tugs at his mind. Wasn’t there something he read about clairvoyance in pokemon? Future-telling, future-seeing, or whatever. But Chandelure’s behavior isn’t indicative of anything. That would just be odd. He can feel for just a moment the way his heart thumps a little faster against the line of his jaw. It couldn’t be that. It’s just what Elesa always said—he was looking for something that wasn’t there.

“Yyyyep-yep,” he says, mostly under his breath, voice thick. “But it should be fine, Chandelure. Let’s keep going, our track moves forward.”

She tilts back and forth, like a wave of a hand. Emmet snorts as they start forward.

“You know I’m always one for a battle,” he says plainly. She chirrs, moving around to his right side, putting herself between the train car and Emmet. He follows her movement only for a second as they walk up the tracks, eyes still fixed on the steps up to the station.

The city subway still rumbles through the ground and the walls around him, the noise soft and consistent as train cars move past. He pauses, listening in, shutting his eyes for a moment. It was late, now. He could feel a tired ache seeping into the creases of his elbows and right under his knees from standing all day. His head was starting to hurt, spinning as he stood completely still. He sighs roughly, squeezing his eyes tightly for just a moment. He’s lucky the pain didn’t extend to his feet—he would have to do quite the jog to catch the outbound train toward home, unless Elesa happened to be staying late again and could walk him back.

They start together toward the entrance as Emmet does his final scan of the furthest-out platform, satisfied nothing is out of place. The same cold air of the train tunnels permeates even here, despite the warm wash of yellow light across the walls and marble pillars. Emmet breathes in, the weight of the day settling on his shoulders as he stretches over his head, screwing up his face as his back pulls. He nearly complains—he feels much too old for this—but he can feel the sharp poke of Ingo’s voice in his mind—well, I’m two minutes older, so you can imagine how I feel—and it stops him pretty quickly. He’s not even thirty-five. What can he do but complain, right? Emmet fishes his keys from his pocket prematurely, ducking between the cars as he steps onto the loading platform.

Chandelure stops ahead of him. Her trill is quiet as Emmet reaches her side.

There is a man standing on the platform.

Emmet is very good at telling cosplayers from the real thing. You would think that would be some sort of a joke, but they really like to be authentic. Ingo and him never sold any merchandise of their coats or hats for fear of, well, that. This. Whatever this person was doing, standing on the closed platform in a ruined coat that looked like Ingo’s.

Emmet swallows. Looks like and not is, right? Looks like and not. Not. Certainly not. Not when he turns and catches his eye. The breath lodges itself in Emmet’s throat, burning hot. Certainly not. Because he is very good at telling illusions from real life, and there are no dark types in the tunnels that can use copycat, and copycat can’t extend the likeness of himself onto another person who looks. Like. Who looks like his brother. And isn’t. Emmet tries to breathe. The breath is sharp on his teeth. His hands are shaking when his vision blurs, and he smears tears across his face.

Ingo looks frightened for a moment. When he looks into Emmet’s eyes, the grey looks washed out. Emmet breathes out, feeling it catch as he sighs, biting the inside of his cheek to keep grounded. There’s. It’s like nothing moves behind his eyes. Not a faint light of understanding. Not a spark of clarity. Ingo places a foot behind him. The line of Emmet’s spine goes cold all at once.

He stands still as he watches a slow realization pass over his brother’s face like a red flush, some flicker in his expression, before he sees his chest seize and breath stutter. Ingo blinks hard and fast, like it might be helping something, eyes flicking over Ingo’s face. He reaches forward, as if he’s expecting to push through Emmet and into air instead, and not the solid body he stands there with. It’s like his body moves before he realizes what’s actually happening. Emmet watches his movements, still calculated in the same way as they’ve always been. Emmet drags in a breath, sniffling hard.

The lines of Ingo’s face pull. Emmet reaches out to him, copying. It’s what he’s always done—what they’ve always done. He steps forward, lurching to meet him.

The mirror image of himself, his brother, his Ingo, collides with him hard. Emmet feels him crumple into his arms as he drags him forward, arms locking around his ribcage. He squeezes Ingo tight to him. They buckle, Ingo leaning into him for support as his body is wracked with sobs. Emmet struggles to breathe as he sinks to his knees, smearing dirt and dark grime over his white pant-knees and boots.

Ingo’s hands fist in his coat as they fall. He squeezes Emmet in his arms, fighting for breath as he presses his face into his shoulder. Emmet laughs and it morphs into sobs. He turns his face into the tattered collar of Ingo’s coat and squeezes his eyes shut. Ingo. Ingo. Always Ingo. The bony joints of his elbows digging into his ribs as a kid, crushing him with his weight when he lost a pokemon battle, standing in his bedroom door at night when he had a nightmare. Cooking beside him, picking up his coffee, watching him tie Emmet’s tie around his own neck before passing it back to him. His brother Ingo, breathing too shallowly under his hands as he holds him, shaking with the effort of holding himself upright. He can feel the bones of his spine and shoulderblades, sharp and protruding even through several layers of fabric. His face looked so pale and thin. But Ingo holds him tightly, much tighter than he ever remembers, and it’s not just fear or relief or grief holding him to that strength, either. Emmet wheezes out, word unforming in his throat.

It’s not a nightmare. It feels real and warm and solid, like Ingo, like the platform under his knees, like the cold breeze on the back of his neck. Ingo may look different, far too gaunt for Emmet’s liking (and he supposes, now, that it may be like looking in a mirror, and he wonders how many bones Ingo can feel under his coat) but it’s him. No illusion or actor would crumble like this. It couldn’t be some sick joke—right?

He manages out words, and the first thing he chokes out through tears, voice warbling hard, is:

“Ingo—”

“Emmet,” Ingo grits out.

“I am Emmet—” Emmet says weakly. “You are Ingo. You are real.”

“I—” Ingo chokes. “I am. I’m real.”

Ingo certainly feels that way. The breath echoes in his lungs, damp and wobbly. Emmet can feel his heart slam against his ribcage. He feels so small in his arms but he shakes with the effort of keeping himself stable and with the effort of holding on. He can feel his shoulders move and the way his tears have started to soak through Emmet’s coat and shirt. He’s real.

Emmet laughs weakly, equally as wet.

“You are very strong,” he says softly, sniffling in, almost amused. “What happened to my brother?”

Ingo laughs. Emmet feels a new wave of tears bubble up in his chest and in his eyes. He presses his face into his shoulder a little more, like it were possible.

“Too much,” Ingo says, voice pitching. “Much too much.”

Emmet sighs into his shoulder, a sound he doesn’t think Ingo’s ever heard before. Ingo’s seen him cry a few times, especially when they were kids, but Ingo was always the more emotional of the two. This sound is such an odd mix of relief and grief and exhaustion pulled from his chest, like all the energy had trickled out of him.

Emmet holds tight to his brother in front of him, words not surfacing like they should. He only manages the weak sobs pressed into the collar of his coat. He screws his eyes shut again, clinging onto Ingo’s coat. The tile is cold and unyielding under his knees. Burning starts to prickle through his shins. Real feelings. Real sensations. Something to tether himself to. Ingo sniffles, coughing damply. He lets his body deflate a touch. Emmet’s chest twists and squeezes tight enough around his heart he feels it shove its way into his voice-box and beat there, pattering away.

“It’s you,” Emmet finally shudders out, voice breaking, sounding much more fragile than he wants to allow. Ingo burrows closer like it may do something. Emmet squeezes him. “Go-Go, please tell me this is real.”

“I promise,” Ingo manages. “I swear it.”

“You do?”

“You are Emmet,” he says slowly, sniffling. “I am your brother. I am real.”

“Good—” Emmet shudders. “Good.”

Ingo makes a pained noise, sighing out to his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. Emmet shakes his head, stilted from where he rests it.

“Don’t be sorry. Just—” he trails off. Just. Don’t leave again. Yeah.

Ingo nods slowly. After a moment he says:

“You are real,” in a half questioning tone. Emmet nods.

“I am. I am not a dream,” he says, huffing out a wet laugh. “You can pinch me.”

Ingo snorts.

“That’s not how that works,” He argues, own voice damp and amused. Emmet thumps his back between his shoulderblades.

“Go-Go,” he complains. Ingo wheezes. This feels so familiar it hurts.

“Sorry,” Ingo says, but the tone that leaks into his voice sounds like he’s very much not sorry. “I’m sorry.”

Emmet huffs again, soft and brittle.

“Ingo, I missed you,” he manages. “I missed you so much. So very much.”

“I know,” Ingo says softly, relaxing his hands, splaying them out over Emmet’s coat. “And yet you kept the subway running in my absence—” he huffs, amused. “Bravo.”

Emmet laughs once, just a small little sound, before it turns back into sobs, muffled against Ingo’s tattered coat. He leans his weight back as much as he can, trying to pull Ingo further into his arms, as if it were possible. Light cascades around them as Chandelure floats over, chiming softly to herself. Ingo pats Emmet’s back, running a little line over his shoulderblades as they sit together. He feels Ingo shift, as if he’s turned his head toward his Chandelure. Warmth blossoms in his chest.

Ingo mumbles out something Emmet almost hears.

“She took your absence very hard,” Emmet says, trying to add to a conversation he hadn’t heard.

Ingo sighs, short and soft. They’re less holding on and more leaning, now.

“Oh,” he says softly. It’s all he says before he turns his head back into his shoulder. Emmet pats his back. He feels like someone’s taken toothpicks to his nerves. Why does it hurt? Why does Ingo sound so lost?

He leans back from Ingo, but he doesn’t let go. His hands find his shoulders, pulling away enough to see him properly. Emmet’s eyes scan his face. They’re the same grey as he’s always known them, but so much more tired, now, deep lines and dark circles around the bottom. He’s frowning, just a little, eyes still red-rimmed from crying, tears still falling haphazardly. Ingo sniffles. His hair lies the same, despite being unkept, and he’s got a terrible facial hair situation going on, like he’d forgotten how to use a razor. When Emmet studies him, Ingo’s face goes soft. He opens his mouth like he wants to speak, but shuts it when Emmet frowns.

“Ingo,” Emmet says, frown deepening, eyebrows furrowing. He sniffles. He prods at the hollow of his cheek, looking perplexed. “You look horrible, like someone’s shaken twenty pounds off you.”

“Ah,” Ingo says, looking away.

“You may be much stronger than you were, but you look like you may fall over if I let you go.”

Ingo swallows. His expression morphs a few times, until he shuts his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I might.”

“Ah!” Emmet says, holding to his shoulders a bit tighter. Ingo smiles, just the sides of his mouth lifting. It feels right. “Don’t.”

Ingo snorts.

“I’ll try.”

Emmet nods, mouth a fine line. Ingo’s eyes flick over his face, this time. Emmet feels like pokemon under a magnifying glass being scrutinized. Ingo watches as Emmet blinks tears away, watches them track over his face, and watches as he reaches up to wipe them. Emmet shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice softening at the end unexpectedly. He swallows down a wave of cold guilt. Ingo’s hands clasp around his biceps.

“Emmet—” he starts.

“It’s okay,” Emmet manages out, expression cracking. He sniffles in, pulling in a fast breath as he does. He hears it catch, feels the shudder than comes with it. “You—it’s you.”

“That’s right,” Ingo says meekly, loosening his grip. Emmet’s wobbly smile falters, just for a moment.

“That’s good,” Emmet sighs. He blinks a few times, sniffs again, wipes at his face. Ingo’s hands fall away from his arms and into his own lap.

The frown lingers on Ingo’s face long after he’s dropped his hands. Emmet rises to a slow, shaky stand. Stuffing his gloves in his pocket, he wipes at his face with the back of his hand, giving Ingo a watery smile. When Ingo looks up at him, Emmet feels something click into his chest, warm, full, and settling. He smiles wider, enough to feel his eyes start to squint shut, enough to watch Ingo copy him, and the smile looks so natural on his face. It’s good. This is good. This. Feels. Good. It feels good.

“I don’t think you should sit on the floor anymore, Ingo,” Emmet says. He extends his hand.

“I think I’m a bit too old for it,” Ingo tells him. Ingo takes it. He holds his warm hand, half palm and half wrist. Emotion tumbles in his chest, painfully tight, as he leads Ingo toward the tunnel entrance.

There’s something Ingo isn’t saying. Emmet knows it’s important. It’s not important enough to say now, that is, but he can feel it in the air of Ingo next to him as they duck into the empty station, back to the office, away from eyes that might say something before Emmet is ready to let the world know who showed up at his doorstep. It’s fine if Ingo doesn’t remember his pokemon, or the layout of Gear Station, or how he should feel, or where he’s been. He can’t ask him to. Not when there was a moment where Ingo couldn’t remember him, no matter how brief. He pushes fear deep into his chest and refuses to let it rise up.

He won’t let them diverge. He won’t let Ingo derail.

Whatever happens next, he’s not letting go of him.

The night comes easier than most.

It starts with Emmet sending a text—it’s last minute, which he despises, but he informs the head of the station that he isn’t feeling well and won’t be in at work for the next few days. He receives a spaced, but enthusiastic reply, and a reminder to use his sick time before he loses it. Probably better that he’s taking more days rather than less. Emmet feeds their pokemon, moving around the kitchen as he hears the shower running in the room across from his own. Busying himself with routine means he worries a little less about the question tugging at his mind, or the rush of anxiety and energy as he remembers everything, replaying it over and over again in his head. What if it isn’t Ingo that steps from the room? What if he looks completely different? What if—

Galvantula bumps his hand, nibbling at his sleeve. He’s still holding the bowl of food. He sets it on the floor as instructed, briefly pulled away from his thought.

Now, situated in the living room, a takeout bag rests on the coffee table, where Emmet is sitting next to the table, pulling out foil wrapped sandwiches and bags of chips and a too-shaken can of soda. He’s been watching Ingo’s face for a good part of the evening, seeing as lines come and go, how the sharp shape worsens when he frowns. Now, in a thick, high collared sweater and pajamas, grime scrubbed away with a hot shower, Ingo looks very small, and very alive, and very cold. Emmet pokes him with a socked foot as Ingo takes another ravenous bite of his egg and cheese sandwich. He has egg yolk all over his hands and down his chin.

“I am Emmet,” he says, an awed smile lingering on his face. “And I am certain you are going to choke if you eat that fast.”

Ingo blinks, still chewing. Maybe two sandwiches was the right move after all. Emmet hasn’t touched the one he bought for himself yet. He’s been too busy making sure Ingo drinks a glass of water. Ingo flushes, though, as he realizes he’s made an runny-egg mess of the plate balanced on his knee. He looks sheepishly away, searching for something to wipe his hands with. When he can’t find anything, he sets the sandwich down, and wanders back to the kitchen.

“It’s like you haven’t eaten in weeks,” Emmet remarks. His stomach flips a bit at the implication, wondering when the last time Ingo actually had a warm meal in his body. He realizes he doesn’t even know where he’s been. What could be wrong with him. What he’d seen. He seems dazed, a bit lost, a bit spacey. It had taken him a good thirty seconds to recognize Emmet on that platform—though, if Emmet’s honest with himself, and he often tries to be, he isn’t much better. He’d swallowed down confusion just as fast as he could, and that was only a moment before he’d thrown himself at his brother. Ingo’s shoulders are a tense line.

“I’ve eaten,” Ingo says.

“Good.”

When Ingo wanders back over, sitting in his same spot, Emmet pushes the glass of water toward him. Ingo nods, smiling a little as he picks it up and takes a long drink. After he’s finished and set the glass down, Emmet starts on his sandwich. Between his first bite of hashbrown and egg and the next, he says:

“Ingo,” followed by. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

The two go quiet, even with the sound of foil and sandwiches. Ingo swallows, staring into his patterned plate. Emmet watches his face as much as he did prior. He can tell when a pause is calculated for drama, for intrigue, for embellishment, but this one is full of Ingo’s mind scrambling. Emmet can’t see it in action, but he can certainly imagine a million Ingo’s running around in his brain space, trying to compose an answer for Emmet that would satisfy him. Ingo takes another bite in the meantime.

Emmet stares into bits of potato in the foil on his lap. They’re not very interesting.

“What happened?” he asks softly, not looking up at him. He hears Ingo sigh, and sees him put the plate down in his peripheral.

“I—” Ingo starts, and the stutter of his voice is indicative of something very clear to Emmet.

“Ingo,” he says, looking up suddenly. “Don’t.”

Ingo swallows. His throat bobs. Emmet doesn’t even have to finish his sentence.

“I’ve forgotten everything,” Ingo says, in a way that is so un-Ingo-like. “Almost everything. It’s just—there. Right out of reach. Right out of my reach.”

The television casts color across Ingo’s face, obscuring his expression. Emmet fights to keep his expression cool and neutral, despite the way his heart begs to jump into his throat and throw a party. He has a sandwich to eat, not a heart. Silly heart. Silly Emmet. He supposes now that’s why Ingo’s reaction to Chandelure was so stunted. Or the way he skirted away from the station like it may reach out and pinch him like a dwebble. He takes a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly.

“I don’t know why,” Ingo continues, picking at the seeds on top of his bagel. “I don’t know how, either. And I don’t think I can stomach the where and what, yet. I feel sick when I think too hard. Dizzy and sick.”

Emmet swallows roughly.

“It’s okay,” he says. Ingo shakes his head, shutting his eyes. Emmet watches his face warp, faltering as he holds back whatever emotion’s just bubbled up in his chest. He screws his eyes shut, new tears dripping down his cheeks and off his chin. “Go, listen—”

Emmet reaches. He brushes Ingo’s hand, and Ingo jerks back on instinct, recoiling. He looks at Emmet, expression blank, nervous, then cracking all at once. Emmet’s own face falters as they meet eyes. Emmet holds his hand over Ingo’s, waiting, still crouching in front of him. He tries for a smile, even as Ingo goes blurry.

“I’m glad you remembered me,” he warbles out. “We can keep going from there. Our tracks move forward.”

“I don’t believe my car in this two car train is very safe, Em,” Ingo sniffles. He takes Emmet’s hand, though, and Emmet curls his fingers over his, both hands around his one hand. He squeezes ever so.

“We’re known for our safety checks, brother,” Emmet says gently. “It’s just our standard operating procedure.”

Ingo laughs softly. The sound is damp, but real. Trying to be something positive. It’s all he can ask of him.

“Understood,” Ingo says. He nods, setting his face, despite the way tears still cloud his eyes, and his mouth still wobbles as he sniffles in. “We shall depart then.”

“We will!” Emmet says, squeezing his hands again. He drops them, then, patting Ingo’s knees like he were beating on the table. Ingo huffs out a laugh, shooing him away.

It doesn’t hurt any less, knowing how much might be absent. But it soothes it a bit to watch Ingo smile.

Later, sitting on the couch together, Ingo rests against Emmet, sandwiches eaten, chips picked through, water drank. His face has regained a touch of color, hands no longer shaking with exertion. He breathes slowly and softly as Emmet flips through television mindlessly, looking for anything. To his left, Eelektross snores, head resting on his knee. He runs a hand absently along the scales at the top of his head, listening to the drone of purr and the chatter of late night television.

“Brother,” Emmet says softly. “Ingo.”

Ingo makes no sound. His breath stays even and slow. Emmet snorts. Right. He supposes it’s payback—he can’t remember the amount of times he’d fallen asleep during movie night with Elesa.

Elesa.

Emmet startles.

Reaching for his phone, he hastily manages a message to Elesa. Something like: Come over ASAP. Good news. Very good. About Ingo.

But his message reads in all lowercase like a run-on sentence, so he hopes in the morning Elesa will decipher it.

Emmet leans back, Ingo’s sleeping weight falling to Emmet’s side as he lies down on the couch cushions. His brother only partially adjusts in his sleep, better tucking into one side, head on his shoulder. Warm with sleep and food, Emmet lets his eyes unfocus. There’s too much static resting right under his skin to let him sleep.

This is good, though. A moment of reprieve for him, and desperately needed for Ingo. Maybe in the morning they’ll talk about getting rid of that ridiculous beard of his.

Emmet hums softly to himself. He listens to the drone of the television for a moment, blissfully tired. There’s a moment of quiet just long enough to feel sleep tug at him.

Someone pounds on his door.

Ah. Well.

Miscalculation on his part, then.

#submas #subway master emmet #subway master ingo #pokemon black and white #pokemon fic #pokemon black and white fic #submas fic #it's very. this is very special to me #i think it could be longer! and a little more detailed! and i think i wanna come back to it at some point and post it on ao3 #it's kind of like this. oh well i've seen other executions i like just as much as what i decided #and it makes me wanna weave more in #i think i could eventually but not today LMAO #maybe once i post my other fic i'll rewrite this as the second chapter. big eyes.#yesyes.. that's what i'll do < shut up tuna

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Stardew Valley Submas

They live and run the train station near the mountain for travelers coming in and out of Pelican town from places like Zuzu City. ( though they haven't gotten many visitors)

Although they spend most of their time at the train station you do see them walk around Pelican town.

Their birthdays are the 18th of autumn .

They may look similar but their likes and dislikes are verrrry different.

One of the twins tell you, with the help with Clint they're the ones that actually built the Minecarts. And they broke down not too long ago they're disappointed to see them in this state but haven't had time to fix them.

After you fix the Minecarts they expressed their thankfulness.

Emmet

Best gifts: Coffee, Battery packs, Oranges, Pizza

Likes: all Universal likes, coffee beans, and iron bars

Dislikes: mayonnaise, Algae soup, green tea, jade

Needs the battery packs for his Joltik he asked you to visit next time and maybe you could meet her.

He likes the snack on the orange slices while he works, and coffee for obvious reasons, lol.

Emmet likes to walk around town on his break he doesn't like staying cooped up inside. He especially spends most of his time at the ocean. Adores pelican town for its quiet, peaceful atmosphere.

Similar to Shane most of his conversations when you first meet him will be very short (tho not mean)

Although disappointed for the lack of train appreciation.

In his two heart event, you find is missing Joltik and he expresses his appreciation.

After hitting four hearts, Ingo expresses his Delight at how close his brother is with you, telling you that Emmet isn't too fond of strangers, even though Emmet does stay cordial and professional, his brother does wish he would interact with the community more.

Emmet does in fact, want to have friends in Pelican town. Ingo was all he had when he grew up; Emmet expresses worry bc he doesn't do well in conversations. Maybe you can bring him out of his shell?

In the end Sebastian expresses that he wants to get to know Emmet more, bc they seem similar, and enjoys Emmet's more competitive nature.

The villagers especially the mothers of the town's opinion of Emmet is that they wish they could get to know him more but I meant usually is so distant.

Emmet tells you that Clint gives him bad vibes, and he doesn't like him, he'll work with him, but that doesn't mean he likes him... even if he does like trains.

Ingo

Best gifts: green tea, Jade, Pancakes, truffle oil, blackberry cobbler

Likes: all Universal likes and sweets, and iron bars

Dislikes: Coffee, Oranges, Pickles, triple shot espresso,

He uses oil to maintain the tracks cook, and for his little litwick friend. Ingo usually is buried in work. He enjoys his job, but sometimes he deserves a break; he usually hangs around the mountain, sometimes going to town.

When you greet him his eyes light up expressing joy that they rarely get visitors.

Emmet expresses worry of how much his brother works. He's very grateful of how helpful his brother is and how important he is to him.

Ingo expresses how important self-care is yet he doesn't do it himself. Harvey as the doctor has seen eye bags under his eyes he expresses that sleep is essential, and he is worried if Ingo gets enough sleep.

Emmet in one of his lines tells you that, Ingo has a sweet tooth put something sweet in front of him and he can't say no. Though he hasn't had the luxury of having it every often.

Emily and Abigail adore Ingo's more out going nature and louder voice yet gentle and polite mannerisms. (Usually drag him into their antics)

Morris says that he wants to hire Ingo because he has heard from the grape vine that Ingo rarely takes breaks and works diligently night an day. If only he had him for an employee lol( obviously an unpopular opinion)

Ingo after a couple of hearts ends up getting extremely ill from overworking practically collapsing on the ground. You put your foot down telling him he has to rest for at least a week and he agrees Emmet promises him to take good care of the station while he rests.

After that he expresses that is incredibly thank you and promises you he'll be more careful going forward telling you that even though he loves his job he understands that he has to take a step back and rest sometimes.

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Possibly maybe a special event that allows you to marry both of them?

Where you have to be already dating the both of them and then you get a special cutscene where your character is shaking when they both enter a room but then Express their happiness on your acceptance to your confusion.

#pokemon submas #pokemon ingo #subway boss emmet #Submas #Pokemon emmet #subway boss ingo #Sdv #stardew valley #stardew x reader #stardew valley headcanons #Stardew #Pokemon

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For the anon Pokémon asks: which battle subway conductor is the cutest?

Okay, this may get long, so bear with me.

First, a little disclaimer: Ingo and Emmet both make me feel incredibly seen. I was born in 1989 and wasn't diagnosed with autism until 2009, and I never got to see characters like me. I'd see some who were similar to me, or some with things in common with me, but Ingo and Emmet feel like looking in a mirror to me, to the point that I don't go in the Submas tag because I've seen too many people perpetuating the ableism that got me bullied as an undiagnosed autistic kid. Every time an autistic or autistic-coded character is portrayed as "weird" or "off-putting" or "too intense" or "scary," it's repeating things that my bullies used to excuse their behavior towards me and essentially treat me and my autism as entertainment. Most people aren't doing this, of course, but since I'm in the process of working through a lot of that trauma, I choose not to take the chance of exposing myself to it because I'd rather heal instead of open old wounds again and again.

Anyway, with that said, I adore them both, but only one of them makes me act like a giddy teenager.

I have the most ridiculous fictional character crush on Emmet. It's unreal. Part of that is likely the fact that if he was real we'd actually be extremely compatible, but unfortunately for me, he is not, and so I can't take him on locomotive photo charter dates and kiss him on the City Hall looparound on the 6 Train. That aside, here's what I genuinely like about the goober.

He's deeply passionate about what he loves.

It's that passion that often gets people like him and me labeled as "too intense," but when he likes something, he really likes something. Battling is like air to him. When you befriend him in Masters EX, you find he'll actually talk your ear off about battling if you give him the opportunity. He vibrates with excitement when he sees strong trainers.

[Image description: Emmet and Ingo, two adult identical twin men with knife-shaped sideburns wearing exaggerated versions of railroad conductor uniforms, stare off to the left at people who are off-screen. Emmet, in a white uniform, is holding his hands at his sides but his hands are in an excited, almost 'grabby' position; Ingo, in a black uniform, also has his hands at his sides but his hands are balled into fists. Ingo's Excadrill, a Pokemon that looks like a mole combined with a tunneling machine, stands in front of him. End description.]

In this screenshot from Masters EX, Emmet and Ingo have just run into Steven Stone and Roark. Emmet is barely holding back, and you can tell by looking at his hands. He wants to battle now. It's delightful that he's in a franchise of video games where that passion is normalized and encouraged. (As long as he never visits Paldea, anyway. Nemona is proof of how well that would go.)

Battling makes Emmet genuinely so happy and excited and I love when people get that way about their hobbies. It's so nice to see passionate people. Emmet even says he's excited about it when you battle him in Black and White and beat him at the highest level possible:

"I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss, but I lost against you again. But I feel good. Because it was very fun! You want to win, and I don't want to lose. That's real. When we clash in battles, I feel very excited!"

[Source]

He lives for this, so much that even losing a really intense, serious battle feels good. And it's a delight. But, of course...

[Image description: Emmet, described above, claps his hands together excitedly and says "Winning a serious, hard-fought battle is the best feeling in the world!" with a huge smile on his face. End description.]

...he, in his own words, likes winning "more than anything else."

He's verrrry direct in his communication...but also verrrry supportive.

Autistic folks are often told we're too blunt, and to neurotypicals, who are used to saying things more indirectly, we can come off as a bit...too direct to them, to say the least. Arguably the best example of Emmet doing this is in the PokeSpe manga, where he just says things without a filter.

[Image description: a manga panel in which Emmet bluntly tells trainer White, "Yes, we're studying you as an example of a trainer who gets overwhelmed and loses every single match." The next panel leads off with Ingo saying "That's not nice, Emmet..." End description.]

But that bluntness isn't intended maliciously, he just has no filter and says what's on his mind. In reality, he's delightfully supportive and friendly, and that honesty leads to the most wonderful exchanges with him:

[Image description: two screenshots of Emmet from Pokemon Masters EX, smiling softly. His dialogue reads, "Hi, Steph! Your smile is always the best. Perfect! Whenever I see you, I can't help but smile, too! I'll have to make sure my smile is just as good as yours!" End description.]

As a side note, this dialogue has been destroying me for over two years now, and every time I boot up the game and he says this I feel my face get warm. He's actually helped me stop being self-conscious about my smile.

He has a habit of listening in on things, even if he has no intention of gossiping or anything. He just likes knowing stuff.

It's a habit he seems to share with his brother, but Ingo is significantly less obvious and more apologetic about it. Emmet's just really funny about it.

[Image description: two manga panels and one screenshot from Masters EX. The first manga panel shows Emmet marching over to White and Bianca as they have a discussion, saying, "I'm overhearing an interesting discussion over here. It seems profound, so I'm going to stand nearby and listen in. Oh, don't let me distract you. Go on. Keep talking." The second panel shows Emmet cupping his ear with his hand and still attempting to listen in on the discussion from one subway car away, with Ingo standing behind him. The screenshot from Masters EX shows Ingo hiding his eyes with his hat and saying, "I apologize for eavesdropping, but we happened to overhear your conversation at the Pokemon Center" as Emmet stands beside him, hands on his hips and smiling with no shame. End description.]

He doesn't use the information maliciously, and a lot of the time he doesn't even use it at all. He just enjoys hearing these things and knowing all sorts of weird drama is going on elsewhere. It's like when you find out about drama in a fandom you're not in and you read the posts and eat popcorn. It's great.

He likes his work uniform because it helps his posture.

As a fellow "leans forward too much" autistic, this one really resonates with me and I love it.

[Image description: A screenshot of Emmet in Pokemon Masters EX. He's standing straight up and holding the brim of his hat with his hand. His dialogue reads, "Wearing it gets me motivated, of course! It also helps me stand up straight and tall!" End description.]

He stops scripting when he gets to know people better because he's able to trust them.

Notice how his dialogue in BW and BW2 is on the Battle Subway - "I'm Emmet. This is my job. I like doubles. This is why I like doubles. Here are the safety checks." He's scripting around people he's not familiar with, and it's the sort of thing that gets autistic people labeled as "robotic" by people who don't know it's a way to help us maintain some semblance of control over an unfamiliar situation. The preprepared dialogue is a coping method in an ableist world. But when you get to know him in Masters, the scripted dialogue shows up a lot less. He's able to talk genuinely and excitedly to you, because he knows you're safe to be around and you're not going to judge him for who he is. That hits me hard.

He has the most adorable goddamned laugh in the world and it kills me on the daily.

This is a lot more in line with my personal tastes, as everyone who knows me well knows, but that damn laugh makes me all fluttery inside and weak in the knees. And he does it a LOT.

This update to Masters EX, where the characters laugh if you tap on them on the upgrade screen, destroyed me, and multiple people were apparently waiting for me to find it and die because I'm really predictable. I may or may not regularly pull the screen up just to poke at him and hear this. It's...not fair.

This one is...also unfair. I won't elaborate in public on what I think when I hear it because it's embarrassing.

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So, uh...yeah. I really, really like Emmet a lot. I'm really normal about Emmet. I promise.

#replies #Pokemon #Submas #this man literally makes me so giddy and ridiculous #it's so silly but I'm having a good time and he's helping me work through a lot of stuff on the side #I spent hours on this #I always spend hours on posts where I talk about Emmet

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onestepbackwards · 1 year

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What’s All the Buzz About?

@r0-boat‘s BeeGearStation AU has had me in a vice grip for w e e k s. I decided to take a shot at writing for the AU myself (❁´◡`❁) It’s heavily inspired by their AU, so please check them out! R0′s writing and ideas are so good! The design for Bee Hybrid Emmet was also heavily inspired by @antidotesprout designs for them. Please check them out as well! Their art is amazing! I hope you enjoy the start of this new series, and have a happy Halloween! Summary: After ending up stuck and injured in the old abandoned Nimbasa City subway tunnels, you don’t have much hope in escaping. Despite the odds, you try to push onward anyway, only to meet someone verrry interesting. CW: Description of leg injury (though not too graphic), broken leg, anxiety attack, slight dark thoughts, cave in, minor claustrophobia, (It all gets better at the end, I promise), Beehybrid!Emmet, King Bee Emmet, Implied King Bee Hybrid Ingo. Word Count: 4138 words! >Next: Link -----

Today was just not your day Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It really just hasn’t been your week, let alone year. But this… This certainly topped everything that has happened to you yet. “Of course. Of all things to happen. Of all things!” You grumbled to yourself as you pulled your leg out from a pile of collapsed rubble. You hissed in pain, but managed to pull your leg free. Scooting away from the fallen debris, you shone your flashlight to get a better look at your leg, and winced at what you saw. “Well… that isn’t good.” You hissed through grit teeth. Your leg was covered in bruises, and was certainly swelling a bit in a few places. You would be surprised if it wasn’t broken. No doubt a cave in partially falling on your leg like this caused a break of some sort, even if it looked okay(ish) now.

Most of the skin was intact, thankfully. Just a few scrapes on top of some fresh bruises. You at least wouldn’t have to worry about bleeding out all alone in a dark cave. Silently, you thanked any gods out there listening for your higher pain tolerance, and the adrenaline running through your veins. You sighed, feeling overwhelmed, and fought back hot tears that threatened to fall. You knew going into the abandoned train tunnels would be a bad idea. Why did you let them convince you? You blew a tuft of hair out from in front of your face. Right. To keep your boss placated. Look how wonderful that turned out. Bastard. You took a moment to get your bearings. Panic was threatening to seep through your chest. “Calm down. Deep breaths. Panicking will get you nowhere,” you told yourself. It was certainly true. You had read plenty of stories about hikers and cavers panicking when they became stuck in caves, only to make things worse by doing so. That being said, you never anticipated getting stuck in a tunnel like this. Not immediately panicking was a lot easier said than done. You were beginning to see why even experienced folk were able to become so easily distraught. Your heart rate was already beginning to spike.

You took another deep breath. Hyperventilating would only make things worse. Biting the inside of your cheek, you flashed your light over the fallen rocks, and cursed From the looks of it, the way you came in was completely blocked off. Attempting to dig through this mess might just make things worse. Not to mention, the rocks still looked loose. One wrong move, and more might come caving in on top of you. “...Well, no use going back that way, I suppose.” You mumbled, sounding a lot calmer than what you felt. Oh how you desired to scream. Shuffling a bit, you leered behind you, further into the tunnels. Your flashlight could only light the way so much, but it was better than nothing. Better than wobbling around completely in the dark having a panic attack. At least you could fight your panic attack in some form of light. “Positive. Just think positive.” You mumbled as you hobbled to your feet. You let out a pained yelp as you tried putting pressure on your left foot. Yup. Something was most likely broken. This hurt like hell. Grabbing the nearby wall for support, you placed the flashlight in your jacket pocket, and fished around your other pockets for your phone. Finding the device, you unlocked it, only to let out a shaky sigh. No service. Fucking figures. “That’s… fine. I can just… make my way through the tunnels. I’ll either find an exit, or a spot for cell phone service. It’s okay. I will be okay.” You weren’t okay. But at least you could lie to yourself until the shock wore off. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you took your flashlight back out, and eyed the tunnel ahead of you. “Well… no time like the present…” you spoke, swallowing down the urge to cry. Reluctantly, you began making your way down the tunnel. It was slow, and painful. Your leg may not be as bad as it could have been, but it most certainly was giving you trouble. Several times you thought about stopping, only to shake your head and press on. You had to get out of here as soon as possible. You feared if you took a break, your thoughts would begin to spiral, and you would lose the will to continue. A bit dramatic, but given the circumstances, well… You didn’t trust your brain at the moment. Not with the fear in the back of your throat. Slowly, you pressed onwards. Thankfully, limping down the subway tunnel surprisingly helped keep your mind a bit busy. The despair really didn’t hit you until you came across a fork in the road ahead. In front of you were two tunnels, where the tracks converged into one, leading back the way you came. You stood there, almost dumbfounded. Of course a subway would have diverging tracks. Why wouldn’t it? It was designed to take people to many different places across Unova, after all.

Still, seeing the fork in the road did little to help you. If anything, it made you this much closer to losing your shit. You really wanted to cry right now. You had been walking for at least two hours. You were tired, scared, and in immense amounts of pain… All you wanted was to go home, and crawl in bed. Oh how you wanted to strangle your boss for putting you in this position. Who knows? Maybe if you make it out alive, you’ll get the opportunity to do so. The thought of murdering your boss briefly helped against your growing nerves. However, you still had a choice to make. Left, or right? For all you knew, one was just a couple of miles to a dead end. Choosing wrong could potentially keep you here longer, and may even be a death sentence. Your hands shook as you looked between the two tunnels. Even if you weren’t injured, this was still a big choice to make. You only had so much energy, and you doubt you’ll be able to easily turn around and walk back the way you came if you choose wrong. So right… ...or left? Time was ticking. You couldn’t afford to sit and anxiously fight with yourself. Every moment you wasted was a moment you could be using to get out of here. That thought only made the knot in your stomach worse. Taking a deep breath, you decided. Just as you began to make your way left, you froze. It was faint, but you could have sworn you heard a noise coming from the right. Almost like a muffled tink of some sort. Whatever it was, it had to be far away, judging from the small echo, and how faint it was. But it was a noise. You couldn’t move, your heart racing. Thoughts were flying through your head a mile a minute. Down here in the tunnels, one little sound could be anything. From a stray animal, a rock falling from the structure shifting… ...Or even a person. The thought made you anxious. You would think the idea of finding anyone down here would give you hope. But why would anyone else be down here? Surely not someone up to anything good. Even you weren’t supposed to be here, only having been coerced to come by your boss and coworkers. You licked your lips. But if it was a person, they might take pity, and help you. But they could also hurt you and kill you as well. It was a gamble. And for all you knew, it might not even be a person. It could be a wild animal that would attack you for entering its territory. You wouldn’t even be able to run or defend yourself, no matter the case. You took a shaky breath. Quite the gamble indeed. You silently weighed in your options. Go left, and head into uncertainty. Or head right, and possibly get help. Your leg ended up helping make the decision for you. It was beginning to really hurt, especially after limping on it for so long. Any chance to receive aid was a chance you were going to have to take. The longer you were stuck here, the higher the chance of your leg becoming permanently damaged. And, y’know. Possibly dying down here alone from starvation. “Positive thoughts. Think positive thoughts.” You mumbled out through gritted teeth. With that, you forced yourself to move. Despite the circumstances, you tried to remain hopeful. Both for your own health, and peace of mind. You couldn’t afford to drown in despair just yet. The walk down the tunnel was slow, and it ate away at your nerves. Your flashlight could only illuminate the path ahead of you so much, and the anxiety of not knowing what you’ll find ate away at your mind. Every little noise, or odd looking object in the distance had you on edge. It also didn’t help that the further you walked, the more you began to hear noises. Strange noises. You couldn’t place what they were. Sometimes it would be tinks far off in the distance. Other times, you would hear what sounded like rumbling in the walls. Your light was no help. Whatever it was making such sounds was still too far away to be seen. Or again, in the walls. These were not comforting thoughts. You couldn’t tell if you wanted these sounds to be real, or a figment of your imagination. Going mad wasn’t exactly something you wanted to deal with this early on, but… ...You weren’t sure if you wanted to see whatever was making these noises at the end of the tunnel, either. In fact, you could feel yourself beginning to wonder if this was a choice you were going to regret. The thoughts weren’t sitting well in your stomach. The further you walked, the more you were fighting the feeling of being watched. It was silly, you know. There was no one in sight. No matter how many times you looked behind you, you never caught sight of anyone. Regardless, you still felt your hair stand on end.

“It’s just my nerves. No one is here but me. I’m okay.” You tried to assure yourself. Speaking it outloud helped a little bit, at least enough to keep you grounded. You could at least pretend to be okay a little longer if you could fool yourself. However, there was one thing that was beginning to distract you. There was an odd scent in the air. Several odd scents, in fact. The further you had walked, the sweeter the air had become. You knew this scent, but couldn’t quite place it. The air was pungent with it, almost humid in a way. Another scent in the air confused you. It was almost waxy. It didn’t make any sense to you. This was an abandoned set of train tunnels. Why were there these specifically weird smells? That, and it’s not like someone could grow a lot of flowers down here. Sure, some might survive in the dark, but you couldn’t help but doubt it was flowers causing the weird scent. It was heavy. Whatever it was, there had to be a lot of it.

You wanted to have hope, and say it was perhaps a flower shop above ground, but you doubted that would be the case. You were far enough underground that you wouldn’t be able to smell a flower shop. Nor would one be this… pungent in a specific scent. Swallowing thickly, you carried on. Surely, something this sweet smelling couldn’t be bad, right? It didn’t ease your rising heart rate, or the feeling of eyes on your back. Then there were the ominous sounds. Not only were there rumbling in the walls, but the further you walked, the more it sounded like it was all around you. You idly wondered if you were going to die today. You already almost died once in these tunnels. Maybe whatever god was out there wanted to finish the job? ...You really needed to get out of here. Walking further in though, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to just turn around, and head back the way you had come. Each little noise, the scents, and the feeling of being watched only made you yearn to the other path you could have taken. But it was so far back, and you had already walked for so long. You were getting really tired… You stopped for a moment, and leaned against the wall. It had been hours. You were tired, hungry, in immense pain, and your nerves were shot. You wanted to rest. “I can’t. I need to keep going…” you tried to reason with yourself. You can’t rest just yet. It isn’t safe here. But your body was beginning to feel heavy and sluggish, despite how anxious you were. You imagine a part of it had to do with how much you’ve been fighting your leg. Otherwise, you’d be able to easily keep moving. Shaking your head, you gripped the wall to press onward, only to pause when you heard a loud noise up ahead. You don’t know what it was, but it was loud. Loud and big enough to shake the tracks on the ground, which vibrated with a hum, before slowing to a stop. Then you heard it. A loud buzzing sound coming from the end of the tunnel. Multiple buzzing sounds. Eyes wide, you could feel yourself shaking again. That… was not human. You didn’t know what was down there, but all your instincts were screaming to turn around, and hightail it out of here. You didn’t belong here, you needed to leave. You began to walk backwards, but before you could turn around- Your back ran into something solid. The blood in your veins ran cold. It took all of your will power to gain the courage to turn around. Slowly, you turned around, and saw you were face to face with a chest. You hadn’t been alone. You felt tears prick your eyes. Blood was rushing through your ears.

Hands shaking, you tilted the flashlight upwards. After a few beats, the light landed on a smiling face. You let out a shriek, and stumbled backwards, falling in the process. Your flashlight tumbled out of your hands, rolling away towards the tracks. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. You were starting to hyperventilate. Oh gods, you were going to die, weren’t you? This guy wasn’t human. From the quick glance you got, his skin(??) was yellow? And his eyes were black and silver… You swore you could still see them watching you, even though the light was no longer on its face. You were shaking, and you could hear his footsteps getting closer. Desperate, you began to crawl backwards, only getting so far with your broken leg. In your panic, you barely registered the footsteps veering off to the side. You only became aware the being hadn’t been walking towards you when it picked up your flashlight. Freezing up seemed to be the only thing your body was capable of doing as it got closer. They stopped right in front of you, and must have watched you curiously for a few moments. A beat passed. Neither of you moved. You heard an odd buzzing. You could briefly see the figure lean down, and you flinched, tears threatening to fall. When the being began to lean down, you closed your eyes and shook, fearing what may possibly come. …Only for nothing to happen. After a few moments, you cracked an eye open, and saw the figure holding the flashlight out to you. Staring for a few moments, you shakily reached out, and grabbed it. Were they not going to hurt you? Hesitantly, you shined the flashlight upwards, and fought back a gasp that threatened to leave your lips. “Hello! I am Emmet!” he spoke, a smile wide on his face. You were speechless. A hybrid…? Yes, he was definitely a hybrid, now that you were getting a good look at him. His face was golden, but he had silver hair, hair that almost looked like fuzz. And then his eyes… They were silver, though where the whites would be, almost seemed black. Then you noticed the… Antenna? Antennae? And the faint buzzing… Looking behind him, you could faintly see what appeared to be bug-like wings. It hit you, just what exactly kind of hybrid you were looking at. “You’re… You’re a bee hybrid.” You spoke in awe. Insect hybrids were incredibly rare. Not many existed, and most that did, stayed with a hive or a colony. Other independent bug hybrids tended to stick to themselves. You swallowed nervously. He was very pretty. And also very huge. You don’t think you had ever seen a hybrid this size before… His smile only seemed to widen at your awed expression. “Yup! I am a bee hybrid, and you are a human!” He gazed down at you. You seemed at a loss for words. “Are you alright? That leg doesn't look very good.” His words brought you out of your daze. Eyes flickering down, you noticed your leg, and the throbbing pain suddenly became a lot more noticeable. You bit your lip. Walking as much as you had no doubt had put a lot of strain on it. You would be lucky if it didn’t have irreparable damage. You remained silent for a moment as the thoughts ran through your head. Thankfully, the hybrid, Emmet, you think was his name, was patient. “I… Got injured in a cave in, near the entrance down that way.” You told him, pointing towards the way you came. He glanced where you gestured towards, an odd look on his face. He turned back to you, and you nearly felt your heart jump in your throat from how fast he was. “I see. What was a human doing, entering these abandoned tunnels?” he asked. You felt a bit nervous, but decided to answer anyway. What could you even do? Run? Lie? Even if he seemed nice so far, there wasn’t a lot you could do for yourself. “...I came here with my boss and coworkers. They wanted to explore the abandoned tunnels. I didn’t want to go but… I was coerced into doing so, or deal with my boss’ temper, and risk my job. Said it would be a fun ‘bonding’ activity for the office…” you grumbled. You were still very much upset about this. All of this. You were exhausted, tired, and in a lot of pain. Your nerves were shot, you were alone in a tunnel with a stranger, and as far as you knew, he could kill you at any moment. You were tired. At this point, you weren't even sure if you could cry. Emmet looked at you, a calculating look on his face. You felt a spike of anxiety in your chest.

If there was a single bee hybrid here, did that mean…

You felt your stomach drop.

If a bee hybrid was underground, it wasn’t because they were lost or looking for flowers. The tunnels must be their hive. You were trapped in a tunnel leading to a hive. That explained the odd noises, and all the buzzing, you supposed. You felt a bit sick. You had been this close to presumably walking into a live hive. No doubt the drones inside would not take kindly to an intruder. Hell, the Queen would probably have had your head. Maybe it was a blessing this guy found you first, even if you weren’t sure of his intentions as of now. He was at least kind enough to listen to how you got here in the first place. Maybe he’d take pity on you and let you live? Or at least he could point you to where you need to go, so you could get crawling. In your internal musings, you were unaware of the internal debate within the hybrid’s mind. This was a golden opportunity! If you proved to be a nice fit, you had potential to solve all his hive’s major problems. If you proved unfit, well… Depending on how you act, they could either drop you off outside the city, or easily dispose of you. But he couldn’t let this opportunity pass! The hive was in too rough a position not to try. He was sure Ingo would agree, after listening to reason! However, he had to gain your trust. You were very much stressed and afraid. He felt for you, he really did! Being injured, and left alone in an abandoned tunnel with a different species was probably terrifying. He would be stressed if he was in your position too. He briefly looked over your leg, and fought back a wince. Sure, there wasn’t a lot of blood, most of the cuts having scabbed over. However, the skin was badly bruised, and there was swelling in a few places. Emmet didn’t need to be knowledgeable on humans to know that probably wasn’t good. And yet, he could help but admire this small human he had just met. From what he gleaned from your story, you’ve already been through a lot! Being betrayed by your boss and their drones? And to try and persevere by making your way through the tunnels, all while in immense pain? All for survival? He wouldn’t lie. You appeared to be very strong, mentally and emotionally at least. Even physically too! It was almost as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had been watching you for a while, ever since that fork in the road. His wings buzzed behind him for a moment in awe and excitement. Yes! Those made great qualities for a Queen of a hive! You could be a perfect fit! Plus, you were a verrry cute little human. He had seen plenty of your kind out and about, albeit hidden from their sights. You were way more cute and regal than any of those humans he had seen in the past. Now, he just had to convince you to try and take the role… …It wouldn’t be easy though, he’d imagine. Humans had their own lives, after all! They seemed to be verrry independent, and liked it that way, not wanting to be involved in other things unless they simply desired to. Not only that, but from what his hive has seen, humans were not huge fans of sudden change. Taking over a hive as a Queen no doubt would count as one of those sudden changes. So he had to make it tempting. But where to begin? His eyes landed back on your leg, and his antenna twitched. “Would you like help with that?” He asked you suddenly, and you nearly jumped at his sudden eagerness, hovering over your leg. “Huh?” You dumbly asked, not expecting the question. Help? What did he mean by help? “Your leg. You have put a lot of strain on it. It doesn’t look good. Let me help you.” You could only stare at him, trying to process what he said. “You can stay at the hive until you are well again!” He assured you, his smile seemingly growing excited. You couldn’t help but look at him a bit confused. “But… Won’t the uh, the Queen not like that?” You ask, slightly fearing for your life. If you ended up stuck in the hive with an angry Queen Bee Hybrid, you doubted you’d make it out alive. Especially if they were territorial. Emmet shook his head. “Our hive has no Queen.” Ah. His face almost fell as he said so. Well, that was one thing you didn’t have to worry about, but…

“What about the drones? And the other bees? Won’t they not take kindly to a stranger?” You asked, a bit hesitant. Not having a Queen made things less difficult, but that didn’t mean the drones and other bees would just accept you- “They’ll be no problem at all, I promise.” He spoke, confident as he attempted to assure you. “But-” “They will listen to me. I promise they will not hurt you. They will help you recover.” Silence followed his statement as you weighed in your options. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder… “Why would they listen to you?” It came out a bit more rude than you had intended, though he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his grin grew incredibly wide. He leaned down towards you, almost like a bow, his wings buzzing behind him. “Because I am one of its Kings.”

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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umm. ftm ingo + emmet hcs maybe w a lil bit on nsfw..............<- projecting

IM ASCENDING!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I’m in love, I hope this my all. I apologize for being all over the place with this, I just got so excited.

🔞18 at the end!🔞

In general!

- they both socially transitioned in their teen years.

- Looking up ways to look more like guys.

- Their parents were extremely supportive and did all they could to help! Using their correct pronouns and names, buying them clothes that made them feel comfortable and confident.

- The only issue they faced was hiding their chests.

- They did everything from multiple sports bras, compression shirts, even things you aren’t suppose to do!

- Their mother got their measurements and ordered them binders.

- The twins were so happy to open that package!

- The two tried on their eighteenth birthdays. They parents surprised them by taking them to get everything on paper, their licenses, and other important documents now say ‘Ingo’ and ‘Emmet’.

- They sobbed happily in a large family group hug.

- Both started going on T as soon as they could.

- Emmet was vibrating in place in excitement! He had been waiting so long for this!

- Ingo kept fidgeting, he had to get the energy out somehow.

- After they moved to Nimbasa city and started working at Gear station, the two started saving up for their surgeries.

- They planned it all out too! One would get top surgery, and then the other would take care of him, and vice versa.

- The twins are so happy to finally feel like themselves.

Onto romance!

🔲Ingo🔲

- Not much changed romantically. Your Ingo is still as polite and as loud as ever.

- He’s such a gentleman!

- Surprising you with flowers, your favorite treats, a stuffed toy from Gear station he thought you’d like, anything!

- You likely already know he’s trans from forming a friendship first.

- He doesn’t keep secrets, but he made sure it was safe first.

- Of course you��re a safe person to tell, and you understood.

- He held you crying, he was so worried and had been stressing himself about telling you.

- Your friendship continued and it turned into a sweet relationship.

- Always making time for you, taking care of you (even if you argue that he has to eat too-) and of course! You making him get all bashful with your affection.

- He truly does love your attention and touches, but he gets so flushed thinking about it.

- Though Ingo is the most vocal of the two brothers, during his time of the month he’s usually quiet about his pain.

- His cramps are bad, but you often just see him curled around Chandelure, asking if you can get him some more midol, or anything.

- He just wants some back rubs and to be told he’s a brave man.

- He hurts, please just cuddle him.

🔳Emmet🔳

- Much like his brother, it’s not that big of a secret. Sure he doesn’t announce it, he’s just living.

- And how can you not love this affectionate man?

- He’s always smothering you with kisses, taking you out on dates, winning all the stuffed animals you want at the amusement park, anything.

- He gets so excited seeing you too, especially if you visit him at work. His face lights up, he’s glowing with joy before running to you and twirling you in a hug.

- You are his light, his saving grace when his period strikes.

- Yes he knows white was a bad idea, hush! He looks great in it!

- But he is in agony, you hear him before you see him, just groaning heavily.

- He can’t move, please get him some pain relievers, thank yoooou.

- He’s also doing the grabby hands at you, he wants comfort.

- If you have any fire type Pokémon no you don’t, that’s his Pokémon now, sorry.

- He doesn’t call out of work, but man he’s straight up not having a good time.

🔞18+Only! NSFW BELOW!🔞

🔲Ingo🔲

- Ever the service the top.

- His face is made for you, his tongue is made to please you.

- You two have a select few strap ons, he isn’t wild with what he gets by any means, but he does have quite a few other worldly ones.

- While he loves pleasuring you, as your pleasure is his pleasure, and if that means he’s on his back, folded in a mating press, squealing his heart out? Then yes, he will absolutely do it.

- It’s so cute how reactive he is to your touch.

- And don’t be fooled by his more prudish nature, for you? He’s anything you want him to be.

- Ingo is a softer man, he likes the intimacy and closeness of love making. You speaking so sweetly to him, thrusting into his dripping pussy with such care, telling him he’s such a good boy, a sweet boy, just for you.

- He can cum just from your praise alone.

- But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it rough.

“Fuck! Please! I-I’ve been so good! Ah!”

He doesn’t even remember how he got himself tied to the bed, cunt on display for you. All he knows is he wants to do it again.

You lay between his spread legs. Pulling your mouth off his drooling cunt, you gaze up at him.

His chest heaving, eyes watering, and face red.

You ponder for a moment before shuffling your weight to one side, you bring your hand up towards him.

Smack!

Ingo arches his back, crying out at the harsh smack you land on his cunt.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His slick splatters against your hand.

His upper half is twisting with each hit. His squeals raise in pitch, he’s so close to cumming!

“My aren’t you demanding? Such a naughty boy you are.”

“M’sorry! M’sorry, please, I-FUCK! Mmmso close!”

You grind your thumb against his clit, smirking at how your boyfriends juices coat your hand.

His hips keep twitching as his silver eyes begs for more.

He’s so cute like this.

🔳Emmet🔳

- He has a very large, very impressive toy collection. His pride and joys are his various strap ons, and he pulls out all the stops! Want to be fucked by some alien dick? He’s got you! Want to be fucked by some demon dick? Absolutely he has that! Anything and everything in any color, he’s got you.

- Most of the time he tops, you will have to fight him for that right.

- He does have his moments where he’d like to be just a little pampered. Those are few and far between, again, unless you wrestle him for it.

- Emmet is in love with fucking your face, he just loves seeing you choke on his cock, no matter which one it is.

- He usually puts a bullet vibrator inside him before putting the strap’s harness on. This way you both get more pleasure!

- He wants to keep going until you’re both in tears and too sensitive to continue.

Emmet feels so lucky to have you.

Especially when you’re fucked stupid like this, and all for him too!

The vibrator inside him is set on his second pulsing speed, giving him just enough pleasure while he fucks his strap on into you.

“Aww darling! We’ve barley even started! And look at how messy you are.”

You barely process his words.

The fat blunt tip of his strap slams against your sweet spot without mercy.

Watching you moan out and squirm is always a beautiful sight, but he can make it better.

He takes one hand off your hip, grabbing the remote for his vibrator and setting it to max speed.

You practically scream, which overshadows a cry of his own.

His hips speed up, twitching at the rush of pleasure on his insides.

He slams his hand back on your hip with a bruising grip. He leans over you, his chest flushed against yours.

Emmet slams his lips over yours, moaning into the kiss. You only break it to toss your head back with a long squeal.

“Emmeeet! S-so gooood!”

The silver haired man whines, you look so fucked out and perfect! Your eyes rolling back with drool dripping down your chin.

It has him cumming once again over the vibrator.

He wants more.

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betasuppe · 2 years

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fucked up content fun!!!!! tell us more about it pleaase? 👉👈 -🎃

Ok it seems a few of you wanna know so sure! Gonna put it under the cut because it's a lot & there's maybe a bit sensitive material, including some bastardization of religious sancity thanks to two demons running a catholic church & whatever else then that entails lol. But, OK LET'S GET INTO IT, here we go...

So my general idea is that Ingo & Emmet are demons, who are two parts of one whole. Both can take on rather convincing human forms, but their natural state is a shadowy form made of sharp claws, deadly fangs, sinewy limbs & twisted horns. They were torn in two & forced onto the mortal realm as a punishment for something they cannot even recall. Neither can remember much of their singular life before, but they know if they gain enough power, they one day can return to their beautiful accursed realm.

But, as they are linked as intricately as they are, there's a balancing act going on between them - one must always appear human while the other takes on their demonic appearance. They can only switch between forms when they are both in agreement, but thanks to their linked minds, they can telepathically communicate between one another.

Also, the way they gain strength & can increase their power is by feeding off of human souls & flesh, as depending on the form they are in. In their human-esque shape, they thrive off of human flesh, but in their natural forms, they require souls to nourish them. Of course, they can eat other things, such as fruit and animal meat, but their species naturally lives on consuming humans alone. The more they eat, the strong they can become & their original plan is that one day they may be able to glue themselves together & return to where they came from. How fun, right? :D

Now for the twins in particular...

More often than not, Ingo maintains his true form & prefers hiding in the dark & living in other's shadows more than anything. When he's in his human facade, something about Ingo generally is... a little off. Though his eyes are gleaming with life & emotion and he's very well mannered & polite, the rest of his existence just seems... wrong. Something about him is incredibly off-putting, enough that people naturally turn their eyes away from him & even a gkance from him sets the hair on the back of their necks raising, though the humans may not even understand WHY. For whatever reason, Ingo just can't maintain a truly perfect human mimic, so he prefers to stay in the background & work in the miserable dark behind his other half.

Then, as can be expected, Emmet operates better in his human guise than Ingo. Although his eyes betray his cold, calculating nature at heart, his smile is always warm & welcoming and his form is passable as a real human in every other way. He's a great actor and people are naturally drawn to him and under Ingo's guidance, he's able to seem incredibly genuine, personable & sweet. Basically, Emmet acts as the pretty, friendly lure that pulls their victims in to the pair, before they descend on the person & feast off of them in any way they need.

At this point in their shared existence on the mortal plane, they've taken up the role as a well respected priest in the middle of a bustling city. No one remembers where they came from or what made their previous priest leave his role, but the populace think their religious father can do no wrong.

The pair has found a newfound sense of power in having foolish mortals looking up to them & they have found a sick sense of satisfaction in running their little show of welcoming in the struggling & the damned with love & grace, while slowly picking off those among the congregation that would be easily forgotten if they ever went missing.

Now at some point, you, a brand new member among their crowd, quickly wins the pair's attention. After learning more about their lonely & troubled newest prey, Ingo & Emmet find themselves intrigued & prepared to make you their next target. But after sitting there in the dark in the confessional separated only by a wall between you, something changes. They both listen to you talk about yourself, ramble about your struggles & loneliness through out your life, ending with you gently begging for forgiveness that you don't believe you should even be afforded. After Ingo's insistence - who ended up hiding in your shadow, watching your every word with unbreakable attention - Emmet speaks & easily grants you absolution of your every sin, and encourages you to return anytime you need support or guidance. You shake Emmet's hand heartily after you both step foot out of the cabinet, sending a strange wave of warm feelings over both beings, before promising to return shortly &... away you went.

After this maddening meeting, the two are left puzzled over how they're feeling & that their every thought has become so consumed by you. They assume it'll be a week at the very least before they see you again at next Sunday's mass, but they end up bumping into you at a local grocery store the following day. This time thought, it's Ingo who's in the human facade while Emmet is lingering about. Not too long into your friendly conversation, Emmet grows impatient & and he gives you a gentle shove from behind that has you toppling over into Ingo's arms. That familiar sense of warmth washes over them both, & they pass each other an intrigued glance. It's not long before they both find themselves becoming addicted to this delicious feeling.

After coming back to himself, the awkward moment is easily played off by Ingo, who helps right you back to your feet and ensures you're alright... all the while, his hand is still glued onto you. It takes a lot to finally break that moment & provide some space between you two, but Ingo forces himself back and away from that sweet feeling of comfort.

Once you both part ways, the two speak hurry to their home to speak their shared mind. There's some confusing part of their predatory nature that has them confused over if they need desperately to consume you or if they must have you in some other way & make you their very own.

Either way, they've spent many lives on this planet and have never felt this way ever before. They both agree to hold each other back from consuming any of you in any way shape or form until they can find another way their hunger for you might be quenched...

& so lol this leaves us with the thought of

"HM, I WONDER HOW IT'D BE TO BE ROMANCED BY YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD PRIEST - WHO'S ACTUALLY A DEMON & ACTUALLY ON TOP OF THAT, IS TRULY TWO SEPERATE BUT ALSO VERY MUCH SO THE SAME DEMONS -, WHILE THEY'RE DOING THEIR DAMNDEST TO SHARE YOU & STOP ONE ANOTHER FROM EATING YOU UP, QUITE LITERALLY."

Ok so a bit messed up, but I'm stuck on thinking about this now & I will NOT apologize for these dark & maybe a bit horny thoughts lmaoooooo

Please let me know your thoughts if you're liking this nonsense - I'm just gonna keep sitting here drowning in lovely, slightly creepy ideas of a demonic priest getting too touchy feely with you, while a shadowy shape is wrapping its tendrils around you, both kinda fighting for a hold on you uwu♡

#asks #submas #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #i cant believe i actually put this into words #asxhbkdadgb #judge me or dont whatever lol #im still gonna be sitting in my creepe lil horne jail over here uwu #demonic priest au?#demonic priest au #!!!!!!

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harveybwabbitficrebolgs29 · 2 years

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Submas Dragon Shifter au: How he acts when his rut is near.

Mature themes ahead, MINORS DNI

Reshiram! Emmet:

[Afab/Drag king! reader.]

{His rut starts mid to late winter.]

*Emmet gets very hot, and not in a attractive sense. I mean his body give off heat like a furnace and it can get to the point where plastic can start melting if he's nearby! He takes ice baths, hoards fans; keeps the AC cranked up to the highest setting! and it's still not enough to cool Emmet down! Luckily for Y/n (cos thanks to Emmet's boon) they're mostly immune to his temperature rise. He also gets very snappy due to his hormones being wonky!

*Gets veeeery clingy and lays the PDA on thick, when he and Y/n are out in public there will be holding hands hugs from behind, or Emmet will have them sit on his lap while he kisses their neck.

*Leaves hickeys everywhere! He wants people to know Y/n is his and only his to love, This little shit smirks as he watches Y/n fumble and stammer trying to explain the marks to their coworkers.

*Senses are jacked up. He will get a stiffy if Y/n so much as pokes him, he can also smell if their aroused or ovulating... So, good luck! He'd melt an iron door to get to them.

*Gets jealous, very protective, and competitive. Emmet won't care if it's his own brother. Anyone who even thinks they've got a chance with his Y/n is getting their ass charred!

*Veeery horny! as his rut gets closer, Emmet can't control his urges he'll start jacking off almost every ten minutes, but if Y/n is around he'll hug them while rutting against one of their legs crying and begging to be fucked.

{When his rut does come Emmet takes Y/n far out into mountains. (Him and Ingo have a cabin out there.) so they can be alone.]

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Zekrom! Ingo:

{Fem/ Bi reader!}

{His rut starts Early to mid Summer.]

*Ingo gets more...Animated when his rut is approaching his excitement is also coupled with a light static field, he will unintentionally shock people or Pokémon; or overload anything electric. He tends to stay home during this time as he doesn't want to fry the trains or cause a station-wide black out. (Luckily thanks to his boon Y/n is immune to his static charge.) Ingo also tends to over heat during this time, he has the AC in his room running high and shoves ice-packs down his pants and in his shirt in an attempt to cool down.

*Gets clingy and handsy, Usually Ingo tends to shy away from PDA aside from hand-holding or a shy kiss on the cheek. But with him currently thinking with his other head, He's dropped all reservations, he pulls Y/n into tight hugs, kisses her neck or have her sit on his lap, he doesn't care who sees he want's Y/n close to him as possible.

*Ingo is also obsessed with marking Y/n up with hickeys, he's rather proud when he sees Y/n all marked up and flustered, trying to explain what happened to her neck.

*Senses are jacked: He gets hard very easily if Y/n’s hand accidentally brushes against his arm, Than all rationality is thrown out the window! and if it smells like she's turned on or ovulating, oh you better believe Ingo will break through a brick wall to get to her.

*Also gets very Jealous, protective and competitive. He doesn't care who it is, anyone who even looks like their going to try their luck with Y/n, is asking for a zapping! Not even Emmet is safe!

Very horny: Same as his brother, the closer his rut gets. The more Ingo can't control his urges and he will start wanking it to try and quench his thirst, but the second he smells or sees Y/n, Ingo is on her in a second begging her to fuck him.

{When his rut finally comes Ingo will take Y/n out of Nimbasa city, and head out to the twin's cabin in the mountains for two weeks, until his rut is over.]

#pokemon x reader #submas #ingo x reader #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #emmet x reader #mature themes #dragon shifter #fem reader #afab s/o #monster x human #dragon x human

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yaboyhoney · 1 year

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Hello, I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing catboy! Ingo and dog boy! Emmet again, but this time they're meeting readers who are bigger than them, since they're of a wild breed. For example, Ingo meets a jaguar! reader and Emmet meets a wolf! reader.

YESSS YESSSSS I LOVE THIS

Catboy Ingo x Jaguarman Reader

Apex Beastmen are rare in modern times. Beastmen and humans lived together in harmony for the most part but there is never anyone stronger or bigger than an Apex Beastmen, who acquire a larger physical size than that of the average civilian.

You're a common sight to see in the subway, taking the early morning commute. You stand somewhere around 7 to 8 feet, people always calling you big guy (affectionately.)

Ingo has always been aware of you, he's known your schedule for a while. You get up early in the morning from Anville Town and take the subway to Nimbasa City. Every single time, you take the same seat on Ingo's train.

He can't help but be charmed by you, you're such a gentle giant. Two weeks ago, you gave your seat to an elderly human and conversed with her about her grandson. You became regular friends with her after that and she keeps insisting you come over one day for tea. You keep insisting back that you're much too busy for her time, so she sneaks strawberry bon bons into your hand every time before she leaves for her stop.

In the afternoons, the children are usually set free from school, and you let the curious babies and toddlers approach you. You gently explain why you're so big, what kind of Beastman you are, and offer them to touch your tail as long as they're gentle, (you're very firm about the gentle part.) To the children that remember you, they call out your name and run to you for a hug.

Today was no different, same train, same schedule, but one day a young brother pushed his sister's stroller into the subway and the mother didn't make it in time before the doors closed.

Though Ingo is very good with children, sometimes when meeting one for the first time, his front demeanor tends to scare them. You heard the crying from the end of the compartment and came running.

You recognized the children and offer some help, the little boy reaches for you and you lift him with one arm and take your phone out to call the mother. You let the little brother talk to her mom and she tries to calmly tell him to obey you. You both agree to meet up at the next stop.

Ingo gets a little worried, what about your job? But you reassure him that you can run very fast and will make it to work in time. He then insists that he helps escort the children with you.

After reuniting the family together, the mother repeatedly thanks you both before leaving. You thank Ingo for his time and get ready to run. As you turn, Ingo shouts, "WAIT!" You look behind you and you see Ingo saluting you, thanking you for what you did. . . before he blushes and asks if you're available to get something to eat?

you laugh and press a big warm hand to his shoulder, "Depends on what I'm eating, I'll get your number tomorrow!" you wink, pat his shoulder twice, and take off, leaving him flustered.

Dogboy Emmet x Wolfman Reader

Similar to the situation above, Emmet has known about you for a while. You always ride the last trains of the night. It's no secret that people find you intimidating with the way you saunter from place to place, being so much bigger than everyone else.

Though he's never spoken to you, he finds you verrry interesting. You're holding a big case every night, never letting go of it no matter the cost.

He wonders what the case could be, not recognizing the size of it. It wasn't a briefcase and he assumed it had an instrument inside but he didn't recognize the shape of it.

One day when he was on guard, being the train conductor for one of the nightly trains, a fight breaks out.

There was a three drunk humans trying to get the attention of a beastwoman, a bunny. Calling her terrible names and faking lewd acts with their hands and gestures. It looks like it's going to get worse if no one does anything.

Emmet doesn't like this one bit. He's immediately about to walk over but you get up from your seat and press your hand to his shoulder.

"I'll take care of this," you say as you walk forward. With one loud big stomp, you get the attention of the almost empty train car.

Your footsteps deafen the train car and the two of the three humans shut up, the leader faking a brave face by calling you out, trying to stand tall.

So what do you do? You straighten out your shoulders to stand tall at your full height. You take off your jacket and it reveals your strong arms and muscles, you crack your bones and neck before staring straight at them.

The leader swings a punch at you, but you catch with ease. Gripping onto them still, you lift them off the ground and they kick their feet miserably, screaming to be let go.

You then give a guttural howling scream, "Get. OUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!"

which makes all of the men scream, the leader practically crying before you throw him back down. The two humans scramble to get their friend and they all run out at the next stop.

You huff and laugh, wiping your nose before you walk over to the bunny girl. You give her your sincerest apologies if you scared her and ask if she wanted you to walk her to the next stop. She shakes her head no but since she looks like she's on the verge of tears, you stay to comfort her, missing your stop.

She leaves eventually and thanks you for your help; leaving you and Emmet alone.

Now that it was just you two, you turn around to back to your seat and notice the smile on Emmet's face with his tail wagging. He just can't help but to be impressed!!! Where did you learn to scream like that?!

You explain to him that you're the singer of a well known jazz club in Nimbasa City. You're well known in the music circle and the instrument in your case so happens be a modified guitar. You can't play normal sized instruments due to how big your hands are.

You give your apologies to Emmet for causing a scene, but he in turn thanks you for resolving it. You give him a business card and he gives you his, promising to catch you at one of your shows. You chuckle and say, "My singing is much better than me yelling, I assure you." You both leave that subway train, with tails wagging that night.

#ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #emmet x reader #my writing

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stratuscloudsurfer · 2 years

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Melli and Ingo take a trip around Sinnoh for their honeymoon.

It might seem ironic, given that Melli spent his entire life in Hisui, and Ingo’s spent the last 6 years there, but neither have seen present-day Sinnoh ( aside from Ingo’s brief trip to Jubilife City to see the Museum ) and both are curious about it.

They start off in Celestic Town and hike all the way up to Snowpoint City, spending several days tent camping in the wilderness of the Coronet Highlands while they explore every nook and cranny of the area that they both know so well, yet looks so different in the modern world. Many of their fans worry for the safety and sanity of the Subway Boss and his wildly popular social media icon of a husband because let’s face it, several days roughing it in the Mountains isn’t exactly most people’s idea of a safe and romantic get-away.

On top of this, they stress out the rangers of Mount Coronet because they keep deviating from the main trail that runs through the area. They worry about the two tourists from Unova getting lost, even though Ingo filed for a backcountry permit beforehand and always seems to know exactly where he‘d going, despite his claim that he’s never visited the Mount Coronet recreational area before. Astoundingly, he’s even pointed a couple of other turned-around visitors in the right direction. All the while the two former Highlands wardens are totally relaxed, having a great time gallivanting through the mountains, living off of freeze-dried meals, trail mix, and spring water. At night Ingo sits with his head against Melli’s shoulder next to the campfire, contentedly listening to him sing and strum the little ukulele he insisted on bringing.

Upon arriving at Snowpoint City they check into a quaint little bed and breakfast and watch the snow fall while drinking some of the City’s apparently famous hot chocolate then hop on the ferry over to the Battle Area the next morning. Ingo spends the next few days challenging every single facility the Battle Frontier has to offer. He has a blast and so does Melli, watching him and cheering him on, occasionally even joining him in battle. Ingo collects all of the commemorative prints while he’s there, which he displays in his apartment when he gets back. After long days of battling Melli sits next to Ingo in the white sands of the beaches and listens to him animatedly recount all of the clever strategies and movesets he encountered.

They finish up the trip in Jubilife City, and of course Ingo has to show Melli the History Museum. The first thing he does after walking through the doors is track down Museum Guy so he can introduce him. Meeting Melli causes him less of a shock than it did for him to meet Ingo at first, but then again, he’s not dressed like he just stepped out of the 19th Century and his hair is styled differently, so it takes him a minute to place who he is.

That is, until Ingo announces him as “My husband, Warden Melli.”

After his eyes stop bulging and he manages to get his mouth to close, he says, “I knew it. I knew you two were more than ‘good friends!’”

“Good friends?” Melli rolls his eyes and squeezes Ingo’s hand tighter, as if to make a point. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Is that what your history books say we are? And after Adaman married us and everything!”

Of course, then Museum Guy has to know everything about their traditional Hisuian wedding, and they are more than happy to share. In exchange, he gives Melli a personal tour of all of the exhibits displaying his and Lord Electrode’s greatness.

They’re sad to leave when it’s time to go; for the first time in a while, Ingo doesn’t want to go back to work. But not to worry, Melli took plenty of pictures. Over 900, to be precise.

#submas #subway boss ingo #warden melli #highlandsshipping #✨honeymooning✨#more Melli in modern world stuff #museum guy deserves an actual name #im gonna call him Walter #he seems like a Walter #they send wedding pics to Walter afterward #pla #au #Ingo/Melli

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ghostypetrainer · 2 years

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How would Emmet's react if Nobori's parents took him on a brief vacation to Unova, maybe for some research stuff, when he was like a baby-5 age range where he didn't have a lot of memories yet and chandelure just immediately clings to him when him and his parents are passing through gear station. Imagine if he manages to stay in Nobori's life and makes peace with him not remembering him only for Nobori to suddenly pull out an embarrassing childhood story about Emmet out of the blue years later.

Alice and Koji are in Unova to investigate Yamask and Elgyem respectively, when they decide to take a side trip to Nimbasa City to ride the ferris wheel and visit Gear Station. Their little five year old bundle of joy absolutely loves trains and they need to make this trip fun for him too!

Emmet has just gotten off the Doubles Line after a verrry fun battle. Chandelure is looking a little worse for wear, but she won't got into her Pokeball for some reason, and as soon as the train doors open, she just darts off. He feels a surge of hope bubble up in his chest and follows her, only to find that she's approached a random family, and is happily rubbing her glass dome against their young son's face. He feels all that hope go out of him in a rush, and hurries over to apologize and reassure them that Chandelure is harmless.

His words die in his throat when he sees the boy's eyes. Nobori doesn't cry this time- he's too young to process even the vague feelings at this point. He's not scared of Chandelure at all, of course! She's very friendly! And the man in white that comes to claim her looks like he's dressed as a Subway Boss, which is only the coolest job ever. But when he asks him if he is one with a sparkle in his eyes and an excited frown on his face, the man looks... suddenly very sad?

Emmet had always held out hope that his brother would be found alive, that he was still out there somewhere... but with the way Chandelure made a beeline for the boy, and those eyes... it suddenly hits him at all once that Ingo is dead. His brother is gone. And somehow... somehow he was born all over again, only this time he doesn't seem to recognize him. It feels verrry cruel, but it is not the little boy that used to be his brother's fault.

He pulls himself together quickly, but not quickly enough- the boy's parents are giving him an odd look. But before he can say anything, the mother just sort of reaches out and tilts his head, looking at his eyes. He can't even protest the violation of his personal space, it's so sudden.

"Oh," she says, "-you were family, weren't you?"

(and that's how Emmet ends up dragged into this new family of his brother's second life. He's very happy to still be in it, even though he doesn't really expect his brother to ever remember him. And then, when he least expects it, Nobori just tells him about one of the most embarrassing events from his and Ingo's childhood, before running off. And wow! He's glad that there's hope after all!

BUT WHY THAT MEMORY????)

#asks #reincarnation au #ingo #emmet #submas #rip to alice being a weird ghost channeler growing up ruined your sense of personal boundaries #anyways bonus points if the memory is something ingo teasingly promised to never forget #and damn did he keep that promise #it was rattling around his head half remembered in Hisui even

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autumn-sweet-fae · 2 years

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(I’m so sorry, this idea started small in my head but I started writing and it just didn’t end 😭😂 but here’s kinda my idea of what happens at the sorta end).

If there’s a final confrontation at the spear piller, I imagine that it’s after whatever’s happening at the facility with emmet getting kidnapped and sneaslers the one who leads them back to the pillar cuz even if elesa and emmet think they should go to a certain place she still doesn’t want to go to other people. And they’re still being chased by researchers now after they rescued emmet. And they finally get to the top of the pillar and the show downs gonna start, the rest of the evil researchers bad guys are there to give it all they can. They start fighting, and while our heroes are obviously stronger, there’s just a ton of bad guys, and more people keep coming, good and bad, helicopters arrive to watch and akari is like “you know what” and just calls out to arceus while they’re fighting and he just. Appears. He wasn’t paying attention before, he thought it was all good and he hears her call him and looks and is just so confused and shows up. And the battle just stops. The bad guys and the good guys backup are just shocked cuz it’s one thing to be a bad guy and another to fight god. And before Akari can even say anything, Lady sneasler just, explodes. She’s stressed out, they’ve been on the run, her humans have gotten hurt, her eggs have been in danger, one hatched prematurely and she’s had enough and tells him. Just send them to Ingo and Emmet and Elesa’s home already cuz her future home is too messed up and according to the nimbasa trios pokemon, they’ll be protected there. And arceus is just like, ok, sorry for not paying attention before, but as an apology I’ll send you to their home and you will all be safe and then it’s just a blink and they’re gone. All that’s left on the pillar are the good guys backup and the bad guys as police start filling in the area. And then Nimbasa city gets the biggest shock ever cuz arceus just appears with our people in front of their house (cuz I hc that even in a city, trainers with ground Pokémon and bigger Pokémon like haxorus and garbodor would have a house instead of an apartment) and they just lockdown at home now while unova celebrates and comes together to keep sketchy people away from them. (Alternatively it’s palkia that appears and does them the solid but yea, just a fun idea I had, like especially for any people who still think the researchers are telling the truth, like what you think god is a bad guy too?) and I imagine by then everyone knows akari is the missing champion and Barry was with them during this so now everyone’s just getting some TLC, getting checkups from the hospital, and taking over ingos room as a nest for the rest of the babies to hatch. It’s a full house now, especially once iris and Drayden head over. Overloaded house

HOLY FUCK

Ok so I had been REALLY hesitant about having the big final confrontation be at Spear Pillar, because I couldn’t think of a way to justify using the battle field of actual gods for my crime thriller fic.

But this!? This is beautiful and hilarious and so goddamn fitting!! I love you Anon 🌈✨💜

(Also solves my problem with getting Sneasler on a plane with her eggs if they we’re gonna smuggle them all out of the country)

Yes!! It’s definitely Arceus who appears first! Sneasler is just so pissed at them, but at least the Almighty Arceus has the decency to look guilty.

So then Arceus will summon Palkia, because I plan to start the fic with Arceus summoning Dialga to transport Akari, Ingo, Sneasler & co to modern Sinnoh. Dialga tells Adaman how, as all powerful Arceus is, it’s better if those who specialize in their domains handle those that travel through it.

(Cause like, you don’t want a sledgehammer when you’re trying to chisel the finer details of ice sculpture. That how you accidentally give your travelers amnesia)

So Arceus just summons Palkia, who is giving the creator of all things such a ‘I told you so’ look, and then sends them all off to Unova.

(“Thy must not tell Giratina of this” “I promise no such thing”)

Everyone left at Spear Pillar is in a state of shock that when the police pour in, lead by Looker, the arrest are all quick and easy.

Yes! Your so right about them having a proper city house with a yard for the ground types. They would have one of those New York Unovan Brownstones with a backyard all set up for their Pokémon to enjoy. (The place felt a bit big for the twins when they first moved in, but they love letting their pokemon wonder freely at home so it felt lived in. Though later, after Ingo’s disappearance, the place felt too big and empty to Emmet. )

The list of folks who all get teleported to Unova are: Akari, Sneasler, Ingo, Emmet, Elesa, Barry, Johanna, Leon, Hop, and ALL their Pokémon. Once Drayden and Iris arrive it’s just an incredibly full house and Emmet wouldn’t have it any other way.

#submas wanted au #submas #Akari #arceus #Palkia #dialga #emmet #Ingo #Barry #elesa #pokemon

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yanban-san · 2 years

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▷Fluffy Submas Date Headcanons [SFW]◀

Cute headcanons about going on dates with the submas twins

Polyamory, Reader-san is AFAB. Under a cut just to keep the post short on your dash!

▶ Emmet loves spontaneous dates, whereas Ingo prefers planning ahead of time. While they let each other have alone time with you, they also like to go on dates together with you. Typically in public they just act like good friends, but if they get you alone on the date they’re both all over you, kissing you and hugging you in very secretive PDA.

▷ They both enjoy dates in spots where they can let their pokemon- and your own, relax. Most of their pokemon are comfortable in the city and on the rails, but they have a few places where they like to take their pokemon as a treat. Chandelure likes Celestial Tower, for instance; Excadrill and Crustle enjoy Twist Mountain and other rocky, mining areas or the deserts.

▶ They actually enjoy going on walks through nature trails; Working in Nimbasa City, it’s rare the two get to take the time to stop and smell the roses and just enjoy nature. They both really like Chargestone Cave trails, as Emmet will point out every Galvantula nest along the trail and also loves poking the weird floating rocks, sending them flying. Ingo likes to relax by the pretty ponds running through the cave that sparkle with tynamos and glow with the light of the magnetic rocks. It’s very meditative, until Emmet provokes an angry mama galvantula by scooping up and cuddling hoards of wild joltiks.

▷ If Ingo gets to plan out the date, you can expect a pleasant, but not particularly arduous or difficult walk to a cute, secluded area surrounded by nature. He actually really likes flowers, so left up to him he’d want to take you to a botanical garden somewhere or areas known for flowers and beauty. Take Emmet to a botanical garden and if he learns something’s edible he’s going to try to bite it.

▶ If Emmet “plans” the date, you can expect to be taken out for something like going to an Arcade, or out to the Amusement Park of Nimbasa, and then out for something tasty afterwards. He will be getting dessert regardless of how full either of you are, and take it home if he has to. He loves dessert.

▶If you want to take them out for dates...

▷ Emmet doesn’t like to know beforehand because he hates the anticipation, but he will drop heavy-handed hints the days leading up to anytime he has off; “I am Emmet. I will have Saturday off it looks like. I wonder if I will do anything fun then?” “It would be verrrrry fun to go out on Saturday. The day I have off. I can’t think of anything to do though.” He will say this in ear shot of you, but not directly to you. If he thinks you’ve missed his hints, or if he has an impromptu day off, and wants you to think of taking him on a date, he will physically grab you the evening before and tell you straight to your face that yes, he’s Emmet and yes, he-has-tomorrow-off-thanks-for-asking and yes, you-should-take-him-out-thank-you.

▶ Emmet is adventurous, and likes exciting things; heck, asking him if you could battle him in Gear Station would be a fun date idea to him, but other than that, taking him to the amusement park or out somewhere wild and cool is ideal. Sliding down Victory Road is also verrry fun to him and he will try to hold you bridal-style down the entire way. If you offer to take him to an art gallery, or a museum, however... He’s going to act confused, but he’ll indulge you. He’ll probably dislike it at first, getting bored easily unless there’s pretty shiny things on display at the museum, but once he realizes how empty museums and art galleries tend to be... with some hidden corners around displays and boards, he’s going to be alllll over you, kissing and hugging you and taking every opportunity to hold you against him. He’s going to like the museums and art galleries far more after that.

▷ Ingo likes planning; He wants to know at least a general plan of what you’d like to do, but even if you don’t have a good idea of the specifics, it’s alright. Taking him out to enjoy natural settings, and then for something light to eat afterwards is enjoyable. He really likes picnics, and wants you to do that rest-your-head-on-his-lap thing or vice versa. He’s surprisingly knowledgeable about plants too, so you’ll get some free botany lessons out of him as he points out all the berry plants and useful herbs in the woods. Although he’s more uptight and reserved than his brother, if you give him the opportunity to “warm up” he will also enjoy more thrilling things like roller coasters. ...And it’s a bad habit of his, but he likes the slot machines as well. He never plays for very much though, he’s good about managing his gambling fun.

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▶ A surprising thing they both like when they have actual vacation time is treasure hunting or honest-to-goodness ACTUAL adventuring. They’ve heard tales of legendary pokemon, tucked away in the corners of Unova- And you all go off for a day ‘round Pinwheel forest looking for Cobalion, or up to Victory Road for rumored sightings of Terrakion- Emmet somehow managed to secure a Liberty Pass one time and took you all to Liberty Garden- where you searched for the mythical pokemon Victini. You didn’t find it, unfortunately, but darn if you didn’t have a wonderful time at the lighthouse. All of these locations were practically abandoned and the brothers got at the very least got a rare opportunity to shower you in affection in a place that wasn’t your home. Though you had to admit, caves full of dangerous wild pokemon were... not your ideal location to be assailed with love.

▷ Also legitimate treasure hunting. Out to Relic Castle and the Desert Resort, where Emmet and Ingo do battle against hoards of Yamasks and Cofagrigus for a day with their skilled teams- part training, part adventure, and sometimes they find cool stuff! Or if you head out to Undella town, they are going to beg you to go diving with them into the Abyssal Ruins- And if they manage to find a crown, they’re going to present it to you. If not, well, the little coins from the ruins are certainly still really cool, and maybe they’ll find some of those weird plates that pop up sometimes...

▶ Dates with both of them are saccharine; They want to spoil you, and even though they can’t exactly engage in PDA with you they will absolutely sneak all the kisses and adoration they can when they’re certain no one is looking. Both of them like to get you small gifts from their outings with you- Ingo presses flowers and insists you keep them, and you probably have a wall covered in cute laminated pressed plants now, and Emmet will get you little things you like; whether it’s some kind of makeup he knows you use, or a little plush, or maybe a cute piece of jewelry or a hair pin. They also really like when you’re touchy and comfortable with them; hugging either of them or pulling them both against you makes their faces light up as red as a cheri berry.

▷ One of their favorite small dates is just to take you out to a nice breakfast joint really early in the morning; There’s one that’s inside Gear Station actually, that’s really popular with early morning commuters and the station employees. It’s a toss up between there, across the street from Gear Station, or their favorite bagel shop if it’s a really quick breakfast.

▶ They fucking love train museums. Ask to go to a train museum with them and they will probably wonder why they haven’t proposed to you yet, especially if you really actually enjoy the train museum. They know a lot about old trains, so they’ll happily explain anything you seem confused about- Or just start telling you all these neat, obscure facts about the trains on display. You will probably end up skipping lunch that day because they’re going to want to spend a lot of time there.

▷ They also love scenic train rides! The Nimbasa Subway connects with a few, but they’ll probably try to take you on the Anville scenic routes more than once; a four hour train ride through idyllic mountainous countryside with only each other in a private train carriage, and usually an old, renovated steam engine at that drives them wild with happiness- The whole thing is excessively romantic to them and they’ll be aggressively lovey-dovey the entire time you’re all on the train together.

▶ Wrapping up dates is usually spent lounging around in your home, in the form of a pile; you sandwiched between the two while lazily flipping through TV channels or watching bad sitcoms, tired out from the day’s activities. If Emmet got dessert somewhere, he’s probably eating it- Ingo is going to try to steal some of whatever it is, though whether he’s successful or not depends on just how tired out Emmet is. Emmet will happily* share his sweets with you, however.

*If he does this, he’s ordering two deserts from now on. If Ingo keeps trying to steal his deserts he’s just getting a cake or something on the way home for you all to share because the man likes his sweets and he’s fine with ordering y’all some, but leave his alone please-

#Emmet x Reader #Ingo X Reader #Ingo/Reader #Emmet/Reader #Nobori #Kudari #Ingo #Emmet #Writing #Headcanons #Pokemon headcanons #Fluffy #Nobori/Reader #Kudari/Reader #Polyamory #This is LONG #Ingo/Reader/Emmet #Sorry for the long post but I was jus brain dumping

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