#Ingo returns to Unova

[dragonofthedepths]

YOU WEAR BLACK TO FUNERALS 19.5.22

Ingo is dropped back into his own time and unknowingly wanders into his own funeral. Everyone keeps stopping him and offering their condolences, saying how sorry they are for his loss, and Ingo is getting increasingly confused.

But, well...

While Ingo's been gone Emmet has not been coping well, stress and grief piling up and pulling at the coners of his lips until it is no longer uncommon to see the younger Subway Boss frowning anymore. And Ingo has been practicing volume control while in Hisui, in order to avoid causing avalanches, or alerting wild pokémon… or just plain scaring the living daylights out of his clanmates.

Honestly everyone just assumed Emmet's idea of black formalwear is a black version of his subway uniform…

No one realizes what's going on until Elesa catches Ingo trying to sneak out and drags him back to a quite room to prepare, because she opens the door to find Emmet already inside.

Day (342/100) of my #infinitedaysofwriting @the-wip-project

[nell0-0]

Wait in regards to the post about ingo and emmet disagreeing does Ingo not fully remember Emmet or his former life (since he doesnt know what a subway is) which might contribute to Emmets insistence to get him to go back. Because /obviously/ if he goes back he'll remember. Right?

He has a general idea and knows that a Subway Boss is a position of power in a station (which he deduces is a place). What a subway is, however, he's less sure about.

At first when the disagreement starts, Emmet doesn't know Ingo doesn't have all his memories, but... let's be honest. If anyone would notice something was up with Ingo, it would be Emmet.

And so, the amnesia comes into play and it turns into a mess. Irida does not help on that regard. She adds fuel to the fire be it on purpose or unintentionally. She's still totally on Ingo's (and the Pearl Clan's) corner though, so she ends up clashing with Emmet a lot

[ghostypetrainer]

immortal Ingo and Akari in the lunar duo AU kind of just... forgetting that they didn’t always exist in this state, sharing their bodies with two legendary Pokemon. Of course, they tell their loved ones about it once they finally reunite- but it’s the smaller things that they forget to mention. The fact that they don’t sleep anymore, the fact that they can use their moves, the fact that eclipses cause their bodies to transform into that of the Pokemon they’re merged with... they don’t mention these things not because they’re trying to hide them, but because it’s just second nature to them now. It’s normal. They don’t remember that wasn’t always the case.

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

Ingo and Emmet are perfectly in sync. They have to be, living as conjoined twins. The Subway Masters of Nimbasa City, the two are happy with their friends and family and trains.

Of course, the universe contains chaos and random chance that can affect even the closest of people. The two find themselves in situations that neither would have ever expected, and it will test them both.

Through it all, one thing is certain. Family, both blood related and chosen, will never let you be alone. And, no matter the trials, a two-car train will always continue onwards.

Another update!!

No tw for this one. Also next week I will be updating on SUNDAY instead of Saturday due to having more time Sunday afternoon. :D

Disclaimer in first reblog!

[waywardstation]

Modern day appliances were not kind to Ingo once he returned to Unova, and he was lucky enough to have it all put online forever for everyone to see via Akari’s social media.

Originals below the cut!

[marchy-emmet]

What if, instead of Ingo returning to Unova, it was a Kalosian Emmet with amnesia returning to Ingo?

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

New Ingo Returns To Unova Idea, Ingo, Akari, and a few unfortunate clans people (Adaman, Irida, Melli, and Calaba) get thrown into Unova, completely on accident. They're in the middle of the street and someone beeps at them for blocking the way, yells out some profanities, and something just. CLICKS. in Ingo's brain.

And, much to the shock of everyone, he yells back. Aggressively.

"ENOUGH WITH YOUR ANNOYING ASS CLOWN HORN YOU FUCKING PUSSY, YOU GOT A COMPLAINT THEN GET OUTTA THE CAR AND GET CLOSE ENOUGH TO SEE THE WHITES OF MY EYES BEFORE SAYING IT!!!"

The group stares at Ingo in shock. Ingo pauses and is also in shock. The street full of cars stop. Someone gets out of their car.

"Holy shit," they say. "Is that Subway Boss Ingo?"

Anyone who lives in Nimbasa can recognize that yell.

[fraycreations]

1 / 2 / 3

once upon a time in a submas server far far away a user called Sulfur (and some friends) came up with a possibility.

after his unplanned departure to Hisui, Ingo returns to a Unova where Ghetsis succeeded in taking over the region using Kyurem.

and anyone who opposed him, well…

[writing-time-bitches]

When Ingo returns to Unova after Hisui, Emmet and Elesa are going to have CONSTRAIN the man from punching any wild pokemon that so much as walks ten inches next to them. He is not afraid. He will fight a druddigon if it so much looks at him wrong.

He will out right CLOCK pokemon. He doesnt know fear anymore. He will throw hands.

[dragonofthedepths]

Power Structures 5.7.22

Emmet gets a call about Ingo, his brother has been found but it’s a bit more complicated than that. He’s been captured, beaten, and possibly forced into servitude by who ever had him.

When he sees Emmet, thank the everything his walls come down.

Ingo doesn’t really explain everything, but, well, now Emmet knows they’ve got a new problem called amnesia to contend with. As well as the “Ladies Sneasler and Akari“ who Emmet is not going to trust no matter how hard his brother is looking for them.

(He is not thinking that one of them is a pokémon, and the other is his brother’s adopted daughter who also only just escaped from the Galaxy Team. That will be an interesting revelation. Almost as interesting as the timetravel.)

(What are you supposed to do when the person who hurt your brother was the Leader of Team Galactic’s predecessor hundreds of years ago???)

Day (400/100) [I’ve lost count I’ll figure it out again in a bit] of my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project [yesterday’s post exists but it got trapped on my phone unposted when it broke, so it’ll be a while before you see it] [this one was actually written on a piece of paper in the dark and just transcribed when I got desktop access in the morning]

[nartothelar]

So Tsu notices how desperate Ingo wanted to be reunited with Emmet. And I’m also sure that they are pleasantly surprised to see Ingo returning to his old self personality wise and how much "toned down" Ingo was in Hisui.

They got to witness brief moments of his old self but seeing him like this surely makes them feel even more happy to have joined him back to Unova and back to Emmet.

Hmm! Tsu figures anyone willing to continually enter into a danger zone because there’s a chance it might unlock a memory of someone close to them must really want to unlock that memory!

And definitely! Ever since they’re little meetings and up until now it’s been intriguing to see someone change so quickly. Ingo has always been amiable but much quieter compared to his real self. Seeing Ingo fall back into old habits (going back to his natural volume, greeting passenger with a smile, battling competitively with an air of authority and being able to go all out, laughing freely without that air of melancholy to follow it): Tsu doesn’t regret leaving Hisui for a second

[ghostypetrainer]

Giratina's deal au plus reincarnation au idea

Imagine if both Emmet and Ingo (now a tiny baby nobori) appear from the rift at the same time. The clan thinks they must be related in some way, so Emmet is left to raise nobori until the day Emmet remembers his brother and connects the dots

Emmet just waking up with a baby he doesn't recognize, but knows must somehow be important to it. The Pearl Clan theorizes that the child is his son- after all, he has his eyes! Emmet is not so sure, but he does feel a connection to the child. Irida suggests the name Nobori based off a Pearl Clan legend, and that's the name Emmet goes with, even if it doesn't feel quite right?

Baby Nobori does help his integration into the Pearl Clan go smoother than it did for canon Ingo, though. Who can resist a cute baby?? And it's clear that Emmet does not know how to care for an infant, so everyone pitches in to help. Although goodness, does the child ever have an impressive set of lungs on him!

(Emmet just think that's fitting. He's not sure why though!)

Emmet becomes Lady Sneasler's Warden, and goodness, does she ever love the little human kit that comes with him. He's probably about a year old around that time, and every time he stumbles around on shaky legs she's just got stars in her eyes. Lady Sneasler very carefully letting him hold her claws as she helps him walk around the cave. His first 'word' is Sneas! Which Emmet argues is not a word, but Lady Sneasler is adamant it is. He cannot understand Lady Sneasler of course but he can tell. He can tell.

(He's verrry upset that Nobori never calls him papa, and yet for some reason that seems like it would be verrry wrong.)

Then one day, when Nobori is five years old, a girl falls from the sky. Emmet has a battle with her, and in the moment, he can't help but feel like there should be someone standing next to him... but who was it?

(and why does it feel like they're close by anyways?)

[mynamesaplant]

Just a Dragon in its Den

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Just a little short story about @critterbitter's submas hc. Please go take a look at Critter's work, it is beautiful in every sense of the word. This particular story looks more into Drayden, the twins, and the tension that has built between them. This takes place right before they make it to Opelucid. Enjoy another bad phonetically written accent! One other thing to note: Kaita is called "mother" by her sons and Lucielle is "mom".

Little piece of my own hc: The particular Haxorus that helped raise Emmet and Ingo is informally known as Darling by everyone bc they heard Drayden referring to 'darling' after battles and thought it was her name.

Thank you to @ingo-ingoing-ingone for being my beta reader. I appreciate you immensely, my friend.

You can find my series of Critter inspired works on AO3.

Don't like to read on Tumblr? Find the stand alone piece here on AO3.

Enjoy!~

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 Sunlight still managed to get into his eyes even with the canvas canopy over their heads…

Ingo pried open a bleary eye, scanning from his left to his right. A moment ticked by before he flopped his head back down.

It was just him, and his waxy partner half-way fused to his sleep shirt.

He could hear his best friends talking just outside the tent flaps, the sizzling of oil in a pan which made him jerk upright. Litwick was launched as he was quick to change and get outside before they burned a hole in the tent… again.

Ingo loved Emmet and Elesa, but they couldn’t cook without supervision. They could barely cook with supervision.

“Make way!”

Emmet and Elesa jumped out of the way as Ingo barreled out from the dark interior of the tent. Quick to relinquish stove duty to his twin, Emmet shot Elesa a smug grin that she merely harrumphed at.

“Told you that would get him up.”

“You two are cruel,”  Ingo tried to say through a yawn, but it only came out as a garbled noise. However, the intention seemed to come across just fine.

“We’re not cruel! You sleep like a log!”

He ignored Elesa, groggily shifting the bacon that was just starting to spatter and hiss in distress.

You jerk! I was sleeping!

A displeased crackle and spark came from the tent flap, Litwick's wax running with the intensity of her lavender inferno.

“Apologies, Litwick. I was terrified our tent would turn to cinders if these two were manning the camp stove any longer.”

The flame atop Litwick’s head, at the moment burning high and hot, slowly began to whittle down into a manageable flicker. Ingo stooped, scooping his Pokémon up carefully, and setting her near the small propane tank that fueled the stove, the Ghost Pokémon grumbling the whole time as her eyes fluttered shut. This was a new gift. Their mother heard from Uncle Drayden that they were on their journey through Unova and she had purchased this from a camp store in Galar; in her letter she suggested that it might be useful. Camping was very big there apparently; she had seen many people using this model of stove, and she saw no issues with twelve-year-olds using flammable materials like propane.

Their mother, Kaita, rarely sent them anything and, when she did, it was usually impractical or downright dangerous. The boys had stared at the box waiting for them at the Poké Mart in Lacunosa Town, perplexed when they saw their mother’s name with the return address for a hostel in Galar. How she had even known that they were going to be in Lacunosa before heading to Opelucid was anyone’s guess, but they took the package and attempted to call the number on the postcard, stuffed in hastily judging by the torn edges and messy scrawl, but the man with a thick Galarian accent told them she had left just the other day.

Somehow that was unsurprising to Emmet and Ingo.

“So, what’s on tap for today?”

“We should reach Opelucid by noon,” Emmet said, pulling his knees to his chest as he watched Tynamo flitter around the Dwebble that had been following them since they had departed from Route 18.

The little crustacean had been tottering after them at a distance, disappearing into its shell when anyone was close, but joined in on the fun with the other Pokémon on occasion.

“That’s where Drayden works, right?”

“Correct, we will be visiting him.”

That seemed to give Elesa pause, looking from one twin to the other.

“Are you sure?” Emmet shifted, throwing a glance toward Ingo who minutely shook his head. Though the motion was subtle, Elesa didn’t fail to catch it – she was used to their rhythms and motions. For whatever reason, they were uncomfortable. “We don’t have to stop by the gym if-”

“That is very much appreciated, Elesa.”

“Yup, verrrry nice of you.”

“But everyone knows us in Opelucid. Even if we don’t go to the gym, he’ll know we’re there.”

Against her side, Elesa felt Emmet shudder and mutter something about old ladies. She wasn’t sure what that meant either, but she assumed it wasn’t good.

“What about old ladies?”

“All of the octogenarians like to sit in the plaza by the gym to read their papers, feed the Pidoves, gossip, and play chess. You must pass by them if you want to get to the Pokémon Center. They like to joke that they are Opelucid’s stalwart sentinels and they… tattle on us to uncle when we got into mischief. It is why we asked to stay in Anville Town most days.”

Ingo did not add that by that point, Drayden had stopped asking and would be gone for most of the day. It had only been when they were very young, usually following hand-in-hand in their uncle’s wake and scurrying behind his Haxorus when strangers got too close to them.

“They pinched our cheeks… Fingers like Kingler claws.”

Emmet was the one to actually answer their friend’s question, subconsciously rubbing his cheek as if it had just been pinched. After the first few times that had happened, Darling realized that the twins did not like being touched without permission, and the Dragon Pokémon would insert herself between Emmet and Ingo and the elder men and women. She would rumble out a warning when people got too close, flashing her glinting tusks despite the fact that they were covered with thick Bouffalant leather to prevent any accidents.

Only until Drayden commanded her to stop, she was aggressive with any strangers or anyone that the twins seemed uncomfortable with. At the very least, Emmet and Ingo were convinced that Darling would be happy to see them.

Breakfast was a drawn-out affair. Each bite seemed to be smaller and smaller as if to prolong the inevitable meetup. Packing up and hiking to the city was also glacially slow, Emmet and Ingo dragging their feet as they neared the dragon’s den. Elesa stopped them just as they passed the first few residences, looking them over with steely eyes that the twins shrank away from.

“We can turn back now.”

“No… We mustn’t delay any further.”

Ingo insisted, forging ahead, and chewing his bottom lip to shreds with the all-consuming anxiety that he and Emmet collectively felt.

Opelucid was an overwhelming place. It radiated an unexplainable energy that seemed to loom over all those who entered her walls. They remembered the streets well. Ingo’s eyes fixed on the place where Emmet had tripped and scraped his knee, crying and oozing blood on the whole walk back to the gym. Emmet nervously flicked his eyes to the place where a mother yelled at him and Ingo when her teenage son had been bullying them – he’d called them oblivious, creepy, unsettling… Emmet swallowed hard, reaching for Ingo’s shirt tail, and gripping it tight, rubbing his thumb over the fabric methodically.

 Ingo’s hand reached back and offered his brother’s wrist a light squeeze, trying to reassure him even if he didn’t feel so sure himself. 

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Despite doing everything in their power, the trio could not avoid the parties of the elderly that seemed to stalk the streets of the city. There was no escape from the simpering words and the ruddy cheeks from pinching fingers, the kids barely escaped with their cheeks and dignity intact.

The doors to the gym hissed open, sounding more like an angry Zweilous bickering over a meal than the squeak from the friction of the moving belt. They moved into the atrium tentatively, the twins bunched together while Elesa stood off to one side, eyeing them worriedly as a young woman leaned over the counter. Thankfully, Emmet and Ingo didn’t recognize her, which must have meant she was new. Her accent confirmed it.

“Welcome ta the Opelucid Gym, are ya here ta challenge the gym leadah?”

“Ah, no. We, uh, we are here to see him.”

Ingo tried hard not to stammer and failed miserably, somewhat baffled by the heaviness of the Castelian accent rolling off her tongue. The young woman pursed her maroon-stained lips before turning her gaze to the computer before her. There was some clicking, some squinting between the monitor and the two boys, and she finally picked up a walkie-talkie that Emmet and Ingo knew was there.

“Mista Drayden, there are some… youts here ta see ya.”

There was a pause.

“Send them in, Audrey.”

They tried not to think about how irritated their uncle already sounded, instead choosing to focus on the awe on Elesa’s face as she looked around the gym. Her blue eyes quite nearly bulged out of her skull when they walked under winding bridges, gasped at the beautiful carvings of dragons that adorned the whole facility, and she oohed and aahed at the way the placed made the perfect mechanical maze to make every challenger prove their mettle before squaring up to the dragon master himself.

They traveled up the ramps without hesitation, Emmet and Ingo giving appropriate responses to the gym trainers who recognized them. A few of the older trainers stopped the trio, cooing over the twins who tried not to cringe at the unwanted touches and comments that only served to make them more anxious about their inevitable encounter.

The last ramp up to the arena was just ahead and Ingo took a deep breath, Emmet being the one to release – a frankly inadequate coping mechanism when faced with something like this. Before either could begin the ascent, Elesa leapt before them, and gave them an appraising look, the fierce blue tinged with a soft concern.

Her best friends did not act this way.

“Spill. What’s the matter?”

She didn’t give them a chance to look at each other as she inserted herself between them, there would be no silent agreement on how they would deflect her questions. Emmet flinched back, finding the seam of his bandana, and running over it with the flat of his thumb; Tynamo buzzed softly below his chin which was just as comforting for the young man. Ingo, the one directly under Elesa’s scrutiny, was standing firm – although, if one looked closely, they could see his knees shaking beneath the cuff of his shorts. He could feel it in his back and shoulders, so heavy from the anxiety that it was dragging him face first towards the ground like it was the planet’s gravitational pull.

There was no lying to her. She would wheedle it out of them before they took another step.

“The situation is… precarious. It has been more than a fortnight since we have spoken to Uncle.”

Elesa, nose scrunched in confusion, looked to Emmet for a translation.

“More than a month.”

Now he was fiddling with his hair, tugging and twisting his gray locks that framed his face rapidly between his spindly fingers. Tynamo offered another buzz, the tingle felt familiar and comforting.

“So? I haven’t spoken to my father in even longer.”

Behind her, Ingo pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly. The situation is not the same. Elesa wanted nothing more than to go on her journey to be away from her father. Emmet and Ingo…

“Lesa…” There was more to their story in the city of Opelucid, but neither twin had the heart to delve into it. “We should not dillydally, uncle is waiting.”

Without another word, Ingo brushed past her, and Emmet was on his heels, both practically running up the ramp, which just felt like such an odd juxtaposition to earlier this morning where they seemed intent on moving slower than Slugmas.

Elesa tried to keep a close eye on her friends as they greeted their uncle, the three of them shifting uncomfortably like the idea of a hug seemed impossible. Drayden’s face was usually hard to read thanks to the copious amount of facial hair, but there was a pinched quality to his expression.

That detail was quickly replaced with exasperation as a large, leathery Pokémon tore across the arena at a breakneck pace. Skidding to a stop just before them, the beast lunged forward and -

“Haxorus!”

Ingo spluttered, his front coated head to toe in slobber that he was wiping from his eyes. The other two kids weren’t spared from the assault, not even Blitzle, who shook out his striped coat of the sticky saliva with an indignant snort. The bubble of tension seemed to ease a little with this interruption, but it was still palpable.

Tynamo remained close to Emmet, nestled in his bandana, and offering soft nips to his jaw and chin. Litwick was doing the same, unable to conjure up witty dialogue when Ingo’s soul looked so withered and violently flickering with each interaction with his uncle. Even Blitzle, who was first and foremost Elesa’s Pokémon, was sticking close to the twins. His training as an aid Pokémon was kicking in to shove his snout into the boys’ floundering hands so they could have an outlet for their pent-up anxiety.

Elesa attempted to catalog each word, each expression, each vocal fluctuation – but they seemed so… normal? What were her friends so worried about?

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Drayden was across the arena with Elesa and Blitzle, introducing her to his large, and very fluffy, Altaria. Emmet watched over the top of his magazine; this issue was dedicated to Dragon Pokémon found in the Alola region, and he elbowed his twin when he saw Drayden cast his gaze in their direction. Although Darling was curled around them, her tusks bound to prevent injury, Emmet and a groggy Ingo sank into her flank to make themselves as small as possible.

Darling woke up with a rumble, nudging her snout against them before lightly nibbling on their hair to put them at ease. Drayden seemed to take a deep breath as he approached, taking a seat on the bench beside them, and looking at his nephews out of the corner of his eye.

“Your friend likes Altaria.”

“Altaria is nice.”

Emmet’s reply was more like a squeak than anything. Ingo had taken interest in the skin on Darling’s neck. There it was again, the pressure on that bubble of tension becoming unbearable once again. Without Elesa there to deflect, it was like back all those years before.

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All of them were thinking the same thing: Kaita not so quietly arguing with Drayden, the twins covering their ears because they didn’t like the shrill tone their mother’s voice had taken. The four-year-olds didn’t really understand what was happening, but they were used to the yelling.

Mom and mother had been doing it for weeks.

“I can’t handle them on my own!”

Kaita had snapped, her eyes bright and her mouth curled into an awful snarl. Drayden offered her an equally ferocious growl, too much like their draconic partners than either of them cared to admit. He and his fraternal twin never saw eye to eye, but this?

He wanted to tell Kaita that that was too fucking bad. She and Lucielle should have thought this through a little longer. Kids were not marriage savers. Now she was trying to dump them on him? No fucking way.

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Drayden blinked hard, allowing the blessed dark to cool the bubbling anger he felt toward his sister. This was not Emmet and Ingo’s fault… He had never addressed this incident with them before, had he? Of course, they had been old enough to remember. The Dragon Master picked on their discomfort quickly and he was just as happy to leave them home than he was to take them on his hour-long commute to Opelucid.

In that moment, it occurred to Drayden just how awful that sounded. He had never really thought of his nephews as being lonely, not when they had each other. He left them at home with Darling when they were still young, but that had only been a few years. They had been abandoned by their mothers and then again by him.

This knowledge felt like bile stinging the back of his throat.

“I love you boys.”

Whatever his nephews had expected him to say, it hadn’t been that. Drayden propped his elbows on his knees, not unlike Emmet did when he was chatting with his brother and looked at them with something akin to a pleading look.

“We love you too.”

Ingo’s response was so… Mechanical. A reflex. Drayden seemed pained and they both cringed, waiting for their uncle to adopt that tone of voice they were so well acquainted with by this point – that horrible concoction of disappointment and frustration that was all too familiar to their ears.

“No, Emmet… Ingo…” He got up, stepping toward them and crouching down, Darling temporarily swinging her head around to butt her snout under his chin affectionately before resuming her doting on the twins. He hated how they shrank away, cowering like they expected him to yell – had he ever yelled at them? No, not as far as he could remember, but perhaps his silence spoke volumes about his bitterness. “Boys,” he croaked, schooling his expression into something softer (which he only just realized was something he and Ingo had in common), “I am very proud of you. I’m proud of all you’ve accomplished.

Two sets of gray eyes blinked, a staccato of confusion at this admission, as if unsure how to process that compliment.

“… Thank you.”

Ingo said, a gravelly quality to his voice that made it quieter than its typical boom. Emmet’s hand was shaking, but Drayden recognized that a precursor to a form of stimming. It was something that evolved from learning sign for Elesa for both twins; Emmet used to snap his fingers and his brother hummed (usually quite out-of-tune and loudly).

“May I join you? You look quite cozy there.”

Emmet and Ingo scooted over, leaving room between them so their uncle could sit. They were still a little confused by the unexpected behavior from him, but Drayden asked for permission to put his arms around them, and they didn’t reject him. The aversion to touch made unprompted touch nearly unbearable for all except themselves and more recently Elesa, but Drayden seeking their acceptance felt… different – it felt nice.

“Your Pokémon’ve gotten a lot stronger. I can tell these things, you know.”

Gradually, Drayden felt Emmet and Ingo relaxing into him while they told him all about their adventures. They showed off Tynamo and Litwick, the latter looking a tad smug when Drayden said she had a menacing aura.

“We also have this Dwebble… Well, perhaps that is not quite accurate. He shares the same carriage as us and travels the same tracks, however, he insists on remaining unaccompanied.”

The Pokémon in question was observing from under the bench Drayden had vacated – oh my, nearly an hour ago, those boys really knew how to fill in the time. Dwebble’s eyestalks twitched, its body cautiously retracting into its shell now that it was the center of attention.

“He is shy, yup!”

Drayden offered a nod, crooking his finger at the small, shelled Pokémon. Dwebble, body still half hidden, obeyed the unspoken command and skittered forward.

“See, he has a magnificent specimen on his back. I have not looked into the logistics of whether sediments found in or on Crustle and Dwebble affect their battling, but he has a King’s rock. It is spectacular!”

Their uncle nodded with agreement, Darling grumbling encouragingly at the smaller Pokémon with his approach.

“I must agree. He’s spectacular… Have you asked him if he’d like to join you?”

Drayden listened carefully as Ingo explained the fiasco that was Route 18 – Frillish and all - and, although he was tempted into chastising Ingo, he held his tongue about his nephew’s so-called inside voice. In fact, Ingo parroted some of the lessons that Drayden had attempted to instill in him. He was trying to work on his “volume output”. The Dwebble seemed to be quite used to them now, scraping a claw against the sole of the Gym Leader’s shoes, which inexplicably reminded him of his nephews yet again.

“Such a shame. Ingo really likes rocks, too,” Emmet said with a sympathetic shake of his head when his brother sighed much too heavily for someone of his age. Drayden’s brow was furrowed, watching as the Bug Pokémon’s eyes darted to Ingo, and he said,

“Ask him again.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ask Dwebble to join your team. Pokémon, just like humans, can have a hard time saying what they mean. Sometimes they need help or a little nudge. He’s come this far with you, hasn’t he?”

Ingo seemed to contemplate this for a moment, they certainly had gone the distance with Dwebble at their side…

Ingo leaned forward, trying to tamp down his excitement – just in case his uncle’s instincts were off.

“Dwebble… Are you interested in... Would you join me on this journey?”

 The Pokémon blinked up at the boy, eyestalks tilting to one side and then the other. In that moment, it felt as though all the air was sucked out of the room, the anxiety unwittingly rocketing up with each second that ticked by where the Pokémon before them didn’t answer.

Dwebble raised his pincers tacked against the ground, his eyestalks swaying to a music that only he seemed to hear, only for the Pokémon to instantly shoot back into his shell when a sonic boom shattered the silence.

You better get used to the human Exploud if you wanna be a part of this team.

Litwick groused, her annoyance was mostly for show at the pure joy in her trainer’s eyes when he picked up Dwebble. Spinning around in tight circles, Ingo wasn’t even able to say anything, only a mix of laughter that verged on happy sobs, as he held his new Pokémon close to his chest.

Emmet watched on with a bright smile, happy for his brother’s first genuine catch, allowing the bright glow of the moment to not be stymied by the fact that they had no money for Pokéballs and were fresh out because they lent all theirs to Elesa to catch some Plusle and Minun on Route 6 (with no resulting captures).

“King! You shall be called King.”

How does this walking pile of rocks have a name before me!?

Litwick shrieked, batting at Ingo’s ear in aggravation to no avail. Drayden watched on, beard obscuring the placid smile on his face.

Good. It was time to make better memories here in Opelucid.

[leggerefiore]

Slippage

cw: fluff, winter weather, short

pairing: Ingo/Reader

Due to heavy snowfall, the Gear Station had been closed yesterday. While that might have caused some mild panic among those that used the trains to get around Unova, it had been simply too risky to get even a skeleton crew of staff in from the dangerous weather. As distressed as your beloved Subway Boss might have been, you managed to calm down the twin by telling him that he and Emmet alone can not control all the trains required. Ingo had seemed to relax at that and finally agreed to attempt to enjoy the unexpected day off.

It had been a sight watching him sit by the window to watch the weather while drinking a cup of coffee. Chandelure had floated near him, flames glowing a bit brighter than usual in an attempt to keep him warm. You had even managed to get him to cuddle up with you and watch some mediocre television shows. It was wonderful to hear him commentate on the house finding show. Certainly, you could tell his expectations for a home were solely to be within reasonable walking distance to the Gear Station. A joking mention of kids from you, however, made him reconsider somewhat as he began to debate ease of travel to schools into his plans. The rest of it had been spent trying to make a somewhat appealing stew together.

Of course, that was yesterday and today. Well, today, he felt immense pressure to get the Gear Station semi functional no matter what. The Battle lines would be temporarily unavailable, but travel lines would be open for a reasonable number of hours. You gazed at the man as he bundled himself up tightly to go fight the weather. Emmet had apparently already gone off to get things ready before he woke up. Part of you wanted to beg him to stay behind, knowing that while it had just been snowing yesterday, the ice would come today. He likely would never agree to it, not with Emmet already there.

Ingo sighed as he picked up his bag in the entryway. “Dearest, please stop looking at me with those eyes,” he sounded partially defeated while his face remained in its usual frown. His brows did press together, however. “I assure you that I will be fine,” he took a step over to you to cup your cheek with his gloved hand. The woolly texture of it was much unlike his usual ones. “If anything compromising were to happen, I would return home at once,” he continued softly, “After all, if I am in danger, then my passengers surely are, too.”

His dedication to his job was truly something else. You still frowned. There truly was no stopping him. Resting your hand over his, you sighed and softly removed it. With a lean forward, you lightly pecked his lips. “You better. If Chandelure brings me your soul, I'll be pissed,” you threatened him half-heartedly. A chuckle came from him. He then pressed his own kiss to your cheek before saying his farewells and heading out.

You went to the window to watch him leave, seeing him eventually depart from the entrance of the apartment building. Just as you were about to move away and find something else to entertain yourself, you watched him slip and fall on ice that had settled on the sidewalk.

Needless to say, you rushed down after him.

It seemed it was too dangerous for even him, after all.

His face was bright red as you helped him up, and he stammered endlessly about the situation.

(Ingo still went in. He just used his Chandelure to melt any possible ice in his way.)

[waywardstation]

HI BOSS!

for the requests, I was wondering if it would be ok to ask for either Nanu or Ingo having a relaxing day at the beach(peepaws needs to vibe and show their dadbods

Akari was feeling a little artistic with the sunscreen that day. And Ingo was stuck with that awful tan until he returned back home to Unova.

[solarkindred]

Submas/PLA au idea but everything happens normally except Ingo has a shiny sneasel/sneasler that follows him around. Because the sneas’ mother, Lady Sneasler, rejected him bc of his different fur color, therefore leaving him to Ingo’s(and by extension Paulina’s and Akari’s/Rei’s) care.

Ingo then finds himself resonating with the sneas’ loneliness in that he(dubbed Sneaky the Sneasel) cannot interact with other sneasel, his litter-mates or not, due to his different fur color and therefore Sneaky cannot truly belong; in the same case of Ingo never truly fitting in due to his odd behaviors, his accent, his mental disorder of autism and the way he dresses. And that neither can actually interact with their siblings anymore

Ingo becomes the father he never thought himself to be due to Sneaky and the constant presence of Akari/Rei(they bring food for Sneaky and Ingo bc they love their old uncle)

Sneaky follows Ingo to Unova when he returns too. Emmet has many questions on why his brother was found in the middle of the forest with a ferally protective foreign pokemon protecting his unconscious body.