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asweetlittlerat · 2 years

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Eldritch SubMas AU that the lovely @yanban-san thought up! ^^

Cw: tentacles, monsterfucking, slight mindbreak, choking, mentions of blood, hints at size difference, AFAB reader. (Uses they/them pronouns)

Don't forget your safety checks!

Nsfw under the cut!

The twins recently have taken a more.. carnally-driven interest in you, and that's how you wound up sandwiched between the two beings in the deepest tunnels of the train station.

Emmet's many mouths whispered endless praises as his 'human' mouth was crashed against yours.

"So cute for us.."

"So small.."

"Such a good darling."

"We have you"

"You are safe in our arms."

"We'll make you feel amazing."

"Just relax."

"We love you.."

Emmet's long, inhuman, tongue danced with yours, muffling the sounds you made as Ingo's many tentacles proded and groped your trembling form.

One suddenly prodded at your entrance and you moved your hips against it, nodding as you rested your head against Ingo's shoulder, the tentacle then squirmed inside you as you left out a small gasp and started moaning loudly.

More tentacles started rubbing against your nipples and constricting around your neck, giving it a very gentle squeeze, you could hear Ingo make a small purr that made the tentacles vibrate slightly.

Emmet's hands tightened their hold on you, nails now leaving marks in your skin, his tongue darted out of his mouth and began licking against your neck, making you react with a small mewl when he found a good spot to sink his sharp teeth into.

They both wanted to claim you as theirs so no other creature could put their filthy hands on someone as amazing as you.

It was quite a lot, and you couldn't fully register what was actually happening, only giving in to what your body wanted at that very moment. Needle-like teeth penetrated your skin and left quite the mark as Emmet's slimy tongue made quick work to clean you, more whispering praises cooed at the taste of your sweet blood. Ingo squeezed you again, forcing another tentacle into you and began thrusting in and out of your wet pussy. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your jaw dropped, panting out their names as a plea for more and the two stared at eachother as you whined, reaching from behind you to pull Ingo's face closer and stealing his lips into a kiss. Which Ingo, in a shock, pulled you even closer up against him as Emmet's hand reached down to play with your clit, while the other reached to cup your face.

"My dear.. my precious." Ingo gasped between kisses "Your lips.. your mouth, it's.. so unbelievably soft.. just like the rest of you." He cried. "Is it alright if I.." Ingo slipped his own tongue into your mouth, continuing to kiss you and hold you closer like a lifeline. You began to whimper, your eyelids growing heavy as you relaxed against Emmet's chest, the two boys worked you through your orgasm, sending you shivering and trembling against the two as they both cooed over how adorable you were.

Your orgasm has left you craving more, and they could both smell the arousal coming from your body. The two went on the attack, shredding themselves of their clothing and looking at you with a newfound hunger. Ingo's mouth went agape as he saw how aroused his little darling was, an inky tongue darted out, covering his chin in a silvery drool.

"I.. want a taste, please let me.."

Ingo muttered to himself before latching his mouth against your pussy, his long inky tongue travelling into you and slowly roaming around the new territory. You let out a loud squeal, your eyes going cross and making contact with Emmet's.

"Shhh.. little love."

"It feels verrrrry good, doesn't it?"

"You're taking it so well.."

"Just reeelaaax.. shh.."

You swore your mind got more fuzzy as he spoke. He took your body into his arms and positioned you to rest against his feathery chest, Ingo still eating you out as if you were the finest meal he's had and ever will have. Emmet smiled at you, stroking himself at the sight of your pleasured expression as his other mouths have started licking and sucking on your skin, covering you in silvery drool.

"Darling...mmnh.. tastes....s'good.. mhh.."

Ingo grumbled against you, and you whimpered out before Emmet spoke.

"Ingo... I believe we should.. move on... we both know verrrrry well...how our little darling tastes."

Emmet's voices harmonized together. Ingo moved away from you, licking up your juices from his mouth, he snarled slightly at Emmet, before using his tentacles to hold you open and wrap around your wrists and ankles. "Darling... Wanna.. fill you.." Ingo groaned loudly as he filled you with his inhuman length. You let out a loud cry before you felt something squishy rubbing against your cheek, and your eyes darted over to the source. It was Emmet, he morphed his cock into something tendril like, his eyes containing a rather dangerous glint.

"Go on~ I know you can take it."

"Don't worry, you'll be okay."

"I'll make sure of it."

Slowly, you opened your mouth and took the tendril in. His eyes widened and he left out a dark chuckle, voices harmonizing together to praise you for taking it in so well.

They then both began to move into you, Emmet pushing you into Ingo and vice versa. Your noises sending vibrations against Emmet's length and he felt his chest swell with pride. Ingo's tentacles instinctively slapped against your skin, sending pleasurable shock waves throughout your body.

"Mnghhh!! Ghhgssh.." You screamed in pleasure onto Emmet's tendril cock.

"Darling, our little darling.. taking us so well!" Ingo groaned loudly, moving himself quicker and rougher into you, shoving you back to take Emmet deeper into your mouth.

"Verrrrry good. So verrrrry good for us both. Can you feel how good you're making us feel?"

You could only sputter against Emmet's cock, drool leaking from your mouth and down your chin.

"Hahh.. Darling.. so small.. constricting around my..nnghh!!" Ingo's thrusts became almost animalistic, his tentacles now moving you up and down like a toy made for pleasure.

You could only scream out in pleasure as Emmet wrapped a hand around your throat, groaning as his eyes rolled up into his head.

The pleasure building up in your gut has gotten to much to handle, releasing onto Ingo's cock and the feeling of you tightening around him sent him over the edge, he released into you as Emmet filled your throat.

After the three of you were fully spent, you could only smile and drool over the warm fuzzy feeling in your body from the love the two brothers had for you. The two Eldritch brothers slowly began to carry you, moving to safer place than the deep abyss of abandoned subway tracks.

#pokemon smut #pokemon ingo smut #pokemon emmet smut #Jell.nsfw #eldritch au #submas au #submas smut

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 months

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hello hello, this is one of the most requested asks on Reddit and the like, so I'm sorry if it's already been asked here as well but can you recommend any good grovels??

Unfortunately I'm the most picky reader when it comes to grovels cuz the ones that I got just -mostly- suck :/ like I generally liked Lady Isabella's scandalous marriage (and the entire Mackenzie series, thankyouthankyouthankyou lives were changed <3) but it still suffers from the main grovel problem, the groveling by seducing her back into the sack ://

So the -often-MMC cheated on the FMC/killed her child and/or parent/ caused her miscarriage/ kicked her puppy or whatever and when he eventually decides to get his shit together, his only plan is to seduce the girl back to his bed??? Like?? Sir the passion was never the problem?? Some grand gesture in or out of the bedroom is not the answer here??!!

I'd just love it if just for once the MMC begged for ten minutes of the heart broken fmc's time to just genuinely apologize and gets a chance to show her he's truly sorry and really a shell of a man without her(👌🏻) and than they slowly, tentatively start building their relationship a new...

^^the reason why this example is so specific is because it's from a beloved darklina fic lmao

Anyway that's the ask and I'm sorry it got so long and straight up turned into a rant by the end -_-

❤👋🏻❤

Hmm, so where I may struggle with this is that I actually like a situation wherein the hero is trying to seduce her back or grand-gesture-ing, lol. Not ALWAYS, but when it's done well (Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage does it well, imo) it works for me, and here's why:

a) I actually think it's super human to try to get someone you love who's separated from you back with like... sex? If sex was a big part of the good aspects of your relationship, that is, which it usually is for romance novel couples. Now, do you have to do more? For sure. But I think the impulse to start with where you KNOW you're good is so realistic. And I don't even necessarily think it's always a bad thing, YMMV, but it is bad if you stop there. Which leads to...

b) A lot of the time, the key lies in the fact that the sex is the first thing pursued but it's not enough. To reference LISM again, Mac and Isabella get sexual pretty quickly. HOWEVER, that's not what brings them back together for good, and his thinking that he can sweep her off her feet and it'll be fine is flawed. They do have to confront what happened that drove them apart (his immature behavior, etc--the miscarriage and his inability to support her through the grief was really just the final straw) and find a way to move forward.

The Day of The Duchess by Sarah MacLean is another example, to me--it does begin as "I'll just sweep her off her feet/into bed", and going back to bed together does happen first (to an extent) because it is EASIER on both parts. If you're the hurt party, it's way easier to say "okay just give me orgasms" than to have a hard conversation. Orgasms feel good, hard conversations suck. So to me, even if I'm writing it? A lot of the time, having them fuck first makes more sense, because it's like... You are giving the reader something fun AND setting up the later acknowledgment/realization that it's just a band-aid and it's not enough.

c) One thing lends itself to a faster pace, the other lends itself to a slower pace. Now Iiiiii as a reader tend to prefer a faster pace? And I think that fic lends itself more easily to a slower pace, tbh, because books are written with a certain structure and word count in mind a lot of the time (and when they aren't, they often end up being verrrrry flabby, something that fics can be too, but it's more noticeable with a book because it's consumed all at once whereas fic is more broken up/serialized).

Basically: if I'm writing a book and I want the plot to move along, a grand gesture in or out of bed is going to move it along more than a conversation will. And I feel the same way when I read a book. So when I look at my shelf of grovels, a loooot of them fit the "start with sex/grand gesture" thing, even if there's work that has to be done after?

I'd try:

Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield. This comes to mind because I consider it a softer grovel, and it feels more realistic in some ways and rooted in them spending actual time apart. I think that part of why this works is because their relationship is purely sexual in the beginning, so she needs the distance.

The Master by Kresley Cole. Again, a book that begins with a very sexual relationship, and his gestures are more in supporting her from afar. But I wouldn't say it's a slow rebuild after that.

Give Me More by Sara Cate. This is again one where it's kinda less of a grovel and more of (one of) the heroes realizing he needs to go work on himself to be better for his partners and coming back after taking the time?

Glitterland by Alexis Hall. This is definitely a verbal grovel, not a huge grand gesture or seduction. It's probably the clooooosest I've got lol, there's a lovely speech towards the end, but you don't see a lot of the rebuild on the page because it is again towards the end.

The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe. He does a gesture grovel and they fuck a lot, but it's not *enough* which leads to him then having to do the work. But it's still a gesture to be fair lol

I wish I could offer something more strictly along the lines of what you're looking for! I'm just more of a "make him rip his own heart out and leave it on the table and/or eat her out until he grows gills" reader. It's the drama lover in me. You're not wrong to want what you want, to be clear! My instincts just swing to something different.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels #i do have grovels with pleading it's just usually with a gesture and also sex lol

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hislittleraincloud · 6 months

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💭RAMBLING WENOVAN THOUGHTS💭

I've had this in my drafts for a couple of days, so whatever.

Y'all know I like to mess with AI and filters and all that shit

I've done quite a bit nunya have seen, centered around an (much) Older Wednesday, which means aging puppy-faced Jenna up...I can rlly say that for once this is an improvement over the original

But I'm still thinking that Afterburn Wednesday will still age verrrrry slowly...like here with this AI-enhanced photo I'd put her around Donovan's current age (which would have left her without him for...20-something years? Just a sec while I break out my calc...23 years...but that's only if I go through with his current death plans).

I got a couple more positive comments on my story, which lifted me up a bit. New readers, even. 🫠💖✨ I think what people who look at my ships or look at what I write about their ships then look at my ship forget that I'm writing this mainly from Wednesday's perspective as a young, introverted, hypersexual steampunk stoner girl who is attracted to way older men; Donovan's POV is secondary. And she doesn't want to just fuck him, that girl wants dominion over him 💀🤣 This isn't some shitty little schoolgirl crush, like Morticia implied. This is the result of a misanthrope spending her first 15.91 years contemplating what she wanted in a friend and life partner, and the serendipitous circumstances upon which they met.

One person mentioned that the smut is its own character. 🫠💦💦💦💦💦 I thought that was an astute observation. I tend to keep uh...writing more and more of that character. (I write from experience. 🙊✨) Today, in fact, I proceeded to continue to write smut that happened on November 12, 2023 (yes, just a few days ago). <strike>And depending how I end it, I can't fucking publish it until next year because of a certain circumstances going on in their lives at this point would be a major spoiler.</strike> (ETA: This is what I decided was publishable. But I've its graphic and extras to put together.) But it's nice smut. They're very happy together right now, in spite of everything that's happened with Tyler and Laurel (who survive in my story...so far). The only thing Afterburn Wednesday isn't happy about on November 18, 2023, is that she feels like she can't ever talk about her life, even though she doesn't want to.

Trust, she's writing up notes for her memoirs, but even though she doesn't like to talk to people in general, she just wishes she had the option of talking about it, which she can't, unless she talks to her parents, Fester, Thing, or Enid (and Eugene), and she doesn't care about those options. She feels like if she opens up about Donovan to others, people will make her out to be a victim/him out to be a predator, and that's the last thing she wants. She genuinely adores him and the way he makes her feel, and even though she hates talking about her feelings, she would like to believe that she could talk freely if she ever needed to, but she can't because people will judge him. She doesn't care much about herself being judged by others, but she does care a lot about the men that she loves and about their being judged because of her presence in their lives. (Scene I just added to takes place in February 2024 and she assaults someone who was whispering about her and Donovan 💀)

I'm rambling. It's 1 AM. I'm guessing that right now, they're probably asleep. Together, in Mansville, with Elvis in a fancy new pet bed that Wednesday matched with the cabin's drapes. Isn't that nice? 🥰 Did they have the sexings? Maybe. Whether or not they did, she's sleeping in his arm, cuddled in and curled around him. She falls asleep in his arm curled either way (koala hug or Little Spoon), and it's become her favorite thing to do at night (even over sex). Most of the time, AB Wednesday will fall asleep with her little fingers scratching his beard, and Donovan will move her hand to his chest once it drops due to her slumber. Sometimes her fingers move after; sometimes not.

If Donovan falls asleep first, Wednesday's brain continues to race (because she's always thinking about something). She's done a lot less weed in the past year, so that is affecting her moods/behaviors. She constantly worries about his health--yes, yes, we knew that was gonna be a big issue, but she bought the house and land outright, no need to moan about a mortgage--and has paid good money to hire them a chef and personal trainer (y'all gonna laugh or cry when I get his personal trainer up in a scene) to get him into better health...so far over the course of a year, he's quit drinking spirits and is more muscular in the trunk area, and losing a little bit of fat down in the pelvic area means more room for certain appendages to shine...Fun fact: AB Wednesday was a bit 'off' in her eye-measurement of Donovan's cock. He's not a 'Peacemaker' at 7.5 inches. He's more like 8 and 3/8 inches hard, once she used the measuring tape she found in the woodworking room of the cabin. She is making his life better.

Still rambling here (now it's almost 2 since I also sit here and think about what I wanted to say re: all this shit). So how did he make her life better? Besides getting ((SPOILER)) and then ((SPOILER))? It could very well be argued that either of those things he did didn't make her life better at all, and that they might have even ruined it. But that's an argument for our world, because the premise of the AB world is that sometimes 'impossible' things do work out, as hard as they can seem. Because it's fiction. Anything can happen in fiction and it needn't be something that aligns morally, or even logistically, with our world (since it's not our world!).

...Well shit. I need to take my own damn advice and just re-write some of that shit that was If You Don't Woe Me By Now.

Back to Wenovan working out. She feels her life is better because of both ((SPOILERS)). She knows she's young and inexperienced (learned those lessons in S1 and S2), but she also just wants to get on with her life with Donovan. And earlier in the summer, she decided that she is choosing a new path within forensics...and I won't say which path bc that's a giveaway for another part of the story. But it is a path that would keep her busy in Jericho, along with the other things that keep her new roots firmly planted in that quaint little town (rather, Mansville is where she's chosen to live when she's not at Donovan's house...though I'm not sure if they live there anymore? I'd have to check my longer outline). To her, Mansville is the perfect place to live, love, and write, which is what she's done quite a bit of, since moving in last year. She may even graduate Nevermore early, depending on other factors.

Still rambling and giving away little insights into where my fictional couple is in real time/what they've already done since November 2022. Ah right, the parents issue. The relationship between Morticia and Wednesday remains strained and even moreso after revelations in After the Burn. Still, it was Morticia who helped talk Gomez down from hiring a hitman and getting him to accept Wednesday's wishes to be with Donovan. Wednesday was also able to convince Gomez to take the rhodium mine that was to be hers on her eighteenth birthday and put it in Donovan's name, so they needn't ever worry about money. And of course he did it...anything for his little girl (who he can now see isn't so little anymore). There were other things that Wednesday was set to inherit on her eighteenth, but it was the mine that she wanted (and needed) now. One ton has already brought in over $100 million since the transfer of ownership. Neither of these two ever have to work again (especially after Wednesday inherits the bulk of the fortune), so that probably counts as a plus on how they as fictional couple can work.

It's much harder when you're trying to own a home or raise a family or whatnot and have zero money to do it (obvs.). There is a power dynamic at work from the beginning here, and whether people want to admit it or not, rich people have a very green power that people like and respect, and I would argue that the power imbalance here is caused by Wednesday's billionaire heiress status (Gomez was listed as a fictional billionaire back in the 90s). She literally has the power to buy the sheriff's office off, much like how the Gates Family did with Sheriff Walker. She can bribe dirty cops in Donovan's department. She could've bribed Noble. She told Dr. Kinbott straight out that she could pay to make people disappear. Money is power. To say that Wednesday has no power over any of these people 'because she's a kid [sic]' is a grave mistake (no pun intended), and Donovan caved into both of their desires because part of him was scared of what she would do if he outright refused her; y'all say things like "He's the adult, he needs to be better!" but forget that this 'girl' is not a 'harmless child'...she's physically maimed people who piss her off (Dalton, her editor). When Donovan thought that maybe she'd set bears on him, it was a legit fear. 😂 The POINT is that Wednesday is scary and you don't want to piss her off OR say "no" to her (because saying no would piss her off...). And she uses that creepy persona to get what she wants (like how she did it with Ajax in my last upload). It's highly manipulative.

Anyway. You should seeeeee the gift Wednesday got for Donovan in July. Holy shit, it was extravagant. But since that story also contains a huge spoiler, I can't publish that one either (yet).

And I know they're (technically) billionaires, but I need a scene where Donovan goes off about the price of bread, because $7 a loaf is insane. Wednesday will have their chef start making bread for them. Which yanno...for them costs $40 an hour 🤣 But whatever keeps him from acting like an old man yelling at kids to get off his lawn.

It's an odd coupling, but the Addamses are odd, and Wednesday just isn't the average sixteen (now seventeen!) year old. Like Ortega herself, AB Wednesday talks like she's 45. Her brain matches Donovan's brain more than it does her peers (as was Kinbott's observation). She feels safe with him--despite what occurred in canon--and feels like she can be herself around him, learn useful things from him, and never has to want for anything with him. And that's what we all want for N/C Wednesday. And Donovan. The man's been through Hell, and while he's still wondering if he's on a weird acid trip, he's got a lovely young ((and spoiled)) partner to revive the spirit in him that was crushed by life. ✨🖤💖💙✨

#wenovan thoughts #wednesday addams #wednesday #wenovan #black bubblegum #writing wednesday #satisfying afterburn #sheriff galpin #wednesday x donovan #writing #jenna ortega #jamie mcshane #he's old #she knows

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lackuraphi · 5 months

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Angel wings au)Chapter 20:Brotherhood

The brothers made a miracle.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Hisui is modern in this au

Content Warning:confinement

If I didn't find Emmet, would I still be happy? If Ingo hadn't met me, would he still be happy?

…. ….

I wouldn't have been very happy… He wouldn't be verrrrry happy…

Because because

I must have felt something empty in my heart… He must have felt something empty in his heart… —————————————

Emmet still cried in the underground prison.

All Emmet could do was cry constantly.

"We Team Plasma trusted you. But you betrayed us. You disgusting traitor…!"

Sometimes Ghetsis came to underground prison, scolded Emmet a few words and threw a few pieces of moldy bread, but Emmet cried constantly in underground prison

"If you reflect on us now, we'll change it from moldy rotten bread to normal bread." "………." "You say, 'I am sorry.' It's a really simple word. Come on." "…….sniff" "If it's hard to say that, you can say 'Sorry.' simply. You're more used to speaking simple." "……Ingo…" "…you have no intention of reflecting again."

Ghetsis threw Emmet a few pieces of moldy bread through the prison bars and left without looking back

"……."

Emmet became unconscious on the spot as he was exhausted from crying in underground prison.

Twin brothers were born in Anville Town. "Congratulations! They're healthy boys!" The twins have equally gray hair, unique side hair, and silver-gray shining eyes. The difference was that one was always blunt and the other was always smiling. "Honey, this is God's blessing…! God gave us twins…!" "God, thank you so much for giving us beautiful children…" The parents were delighted at the birth of the twin brothers, thinking they were blessed by God. "What should we name them?" "Well, let's think about it slowly… Huh? Honey..!" "What's going on? What happened to the baby?" "Baby's wings…!" "Wings? Oh my god!" Until they see the black wings on the back of the smiling baby… "Honey, what should we do now..?" Parents couldn’t hurt their newborn baby. So the parents hid the black-winged baby in the basement. "…let's hide the baby born as a black angel in the basement…" "What?!" "But it's really bad if we kill this baby!" "….." And they have hidden the existence of the black angel they gave birth to. The people of Anville Town have also hidden the existence of a black angel. "Then how do we explain it to the rest of the child later?" "We have no choice but to keep it a secret that he has a twin brother…" Even another son has hidden the existence of a black angel. "We gave birth to an only son, not a twin brother, from the beginning…" The existence of such an unnamed black angel was forgotten in the basement.

The unnamed black angel lay in the dark basement.

'If I'd been staying quiet in the basement like this… And if Ingo hadn't found me… Ingo wouldn't have died and stayed alive… Ingo must have been living happily ever after… He must have been happy with his mom, dad and his friends.. Ingo must have been living happily with them…'

The unnamed Black Angel thought for a moment as he looked at a small beam of light between the basement doors

'Then, was Ingo really happy…? Would he really be happy without me…?'

The unnamed black angel gave up after hearing a pleasant sound coming through the door.

'Yup… he must have been verrrrry happy… Because Ingo did it when he forgot about me… And even before he found me, Ingo lived happily with his mom and dad…'

The nameless black angel closed his eyes

'Because I am… I am…. I am……. I am just a black angel born by mistake… A black angel like me cannot have a name…'

The smile that the unnamed black angel was making broke down and started crying, but no one was listening.

'It should have been me, not Ingo, who was stabbed to death by Ghetsis… It should have been me who died, not Ingo… I had to be stabbed to death by Ghetsis…'

The door of the basement was still firmly closed and the unnamed black angel was forgotten so quietly

Until someone calls him out loud..

"Emmet! I'm still alive! I hope you wake up soon! There is no terminal called End in your life! So please open your eyes! Emmet!"

"…!!!"

Emmet woke up on an old mattress placed in an underground prison.

"We're so glad you woke up."

Emmet's vision was unexpectedly Concordia and Anthea in casual clothes and N in a white shirt and a cap mixed with black and white.

"?????"

Emmet was embarrassed by the sudden situation, but his voice did not come out, perhaps because his body was weak.

"No wonder you're surprised. Because we came to you without notice." "……" "Eat this first to recover your energy." "..?"

Anthea took a bowl of warm soup out of the basket and spooned it and fed it to Emmet.

"Hup…?!" "It's a soft soup made of oatmeal. If you eat this, you'll be energized." "……"

Emmet frowned a little as to whether soup tasted bad for him.

"There is no other way than this. You've only eaten moldy bread that Ghetsis throws at you, so you'll feel sick. Or… you didn't eat anything." "……"

Emmet had something to say about it, but he didn't have the energy to say it, and what they said was true to some extent, so Emmet ate the whole soup without a word.

Fortunately, when Emmet finished a bowl of soup, his energy was restored to the point where his voice came out again.

"Hey..? How long do I have to eat this for?" "Maybe you should have this oatmeal soup for a few days." "oh…."

Emmet, who regained a little energy, asked them why they had come to him and what the N's outfit was.

"You guys. Why did you come to me? And what else is that outfit?" "I thought the outfit I wore before would be too noticeable, so I changed into a normal-looking outfit. And the reason we came to you is to save you." "Oh… You are worthy of the king of the black angels."

N said something unexpected with a wry smile.

I've quit being king of black angels. I will leave this castle with Concordia and Anthea." "I see.. Wait What???" "I'm tired of sitting still like a doll." "Even a king can't do everything he wants to do… I've learned the fact anew this time." "And when I saw your brotherhood, I realized that there were truths full of variables that could not be expressed by the ideal formula in this world. We're going on a trip to find out more about the truth."

N changed his expression with a soft smile and reached out carefully to Emmet.

"Emmet. Let's get out of this castle with us."

As Emmet hesitated, N showed his sword and said.

"B..but.. Getsis would be furious if he knew… He may punish us worse than an underground prison…" "Don't worry. Ghetsis left for a while with Shadow Triad. And I have a weapon, so if Ghetsis threatens, I will protect you." "Thank you, Lord N." "I'm not even a king anymore, so just call me N." "Yup. N."

Emmet held N's hand carefully.

"Come on Emmet, I'll get you up." "I'm okay. I can stand up on my own… I can do it… I can…. I can…." "Can I help you?" "….Yup."

Concordia pulled the white clothes out of the basket as Emmet stood up, helped by N.

"This is…"

It was the outfit of the white Subway Boss, which is what Emmett was originally wearing.

"I thought I threw it all away then…" "I found it under your bed." "Oh. I remember now. I didn't throw away my clothes, I put them under my bed and left them."

Emmet took off his Grunts hat and put on a white hat and white uniform coat

"This is a lot more comfortable than the Grunts outfit I'm wearing now." "Can you change your clothes by yourself?" "Can we help you?"

Emmet said he would change his own clothes, but he couldn't change clothes by himself, because he couldn't even stand on his own yet(to be precise, Emmet stumbled greatly)Eventually, with the help of Concordia and Anthea, he changed into Subway Boss' outfit.

"Then where are we going now?" "Let's get out of the castle and think about it."

So N, Concordia, Anthea and Emmet slipped out of Team Plasma's castle without anyone knowing.

Ingo opened his eyes in the dark void.

"Where is this place… Is this the afterlife…? Or hell…?

Ingo's surroundings were more black than the black coat he was wearing, perhaps more black than the wings of the black angel.

It doesn't matter.. I'm going to hell anyway.. I forgot my twin brother Emmet and left him with a lot of deep heartbreaks… I have to go to hell…"

Ingo stared blankly into the dark void.

"No, maybe.. I might have to go somewhere more than hell…"

Ingo looked blankly into the void and shed tears. The tears were full of self-loathing.

I couldn't protect Emmet, and rather attacked him.. I… I… I don't even qualify as a guardian angel… Why did God choose me as a guardian angel…?'

And Ingo, who was in tears, closed his eyes quietly.

I just feel like I have to atone for my sins in this supposed hell.. …Forever….'

Until someone calls Ingo out loud…

"Ingo! You're not dead! Wake up! Wake up! Your last stop is not here! So, open your eyes! Ingo!"

"…!!!"

Ingo woke up on a bed in a small hospital in Jubilife Village. (which is actually closer to a community health center)

The first thing he saw in his sights was a bandage on his own wound.

'Did I… survive being stabbed..? Or did I die and come back to life..?'

And everyone involved in Ingo, regardless of the Diamonds, Pearls, Galaxies around Ingo and guardian angels or not, wept with relief when they saw Ingo awake.

"Everyone…?" "INGO!!!!!" "GUARDIAN ANGEL!!!!!" "GUARDIAN ANGEL INGO!!!!!"

In particular, when Melli saw Ingo awake, he hugged Ingo and began to cry.

"Ahhhh!! Ingo!!!!" "Melli..?!" "Ingo!! OH INGO!!!!" "M..Melli..! You're pressing on my wound now..! Cough!" "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" "Cough! Melli…!"

While everyone was surprised by Meli's great response, Melli broke down in tears and spoke to Ingo, who was lying in bed, as if he were shaking off the accumulated words.

"Do you know how worried I was??? I thought you were really stabbed to death!!" "You'd normally say in denial that you never worried about him and that he was just your partner." "No! It's different this time! This time I was really worried about Ingo!!!" "R..Really..?" "Because…! You are the only precious partner who has reached out to me and the great Melli's most precious best friend!!!" "Melli…." "Sniff… So.. Sniff… let's be.. closer than now… Sniff…" "You're a precious person I met in Hisui, like everyone here already…" "What??? Then am I not your most precious person???" "Of course you are a precious person to me…"

Ingo placed his hand on the bandaged wound.

"…Emmet……."

There were tears in Ingo's eyes.

After safely escaping from Team Plasma's castle, Emmet's group met an unthinkable person a short distance from the castle.

"I didn't expect to see you guys here!" "Elder Alder?!" "How can you be here…!" "I was taking a walk here and there in Unova. Anyway, it's nice to meet you like this!"

He was Alder, an elder angel. The black angels who met Alder couldn't raise their heads because of the raids they had done in the past, but fortunately, Alder told them with a big laugh that they didn't have to apologize.

Rather, Alder said he wanted to apologize to the black angels.

"Elder Alder.. We're sorry about that…" "Hahaha! You don't have to apologize to me! I'd rather apologize to you black angels" "….Huh?"

In particular, he said he wanted to apologize to N.

"Especially to that green-haired black angel young man…"

Alder apologized to N, About how young N couldn't be rescued at the scene of the accident a long time ago

"I couldn't save you from the accident when you were young. No, I ignored your desperate request for help.. I'm really… really… sorry."

N wanted to say that it's okay because he went through it when he was too young, and now he's forgotten everything, But that was the reason why there was a dark cloud of plasma in N's mind, so he wanted to forget but couldn't. N also wanted to get angry with him, saying it was too late to apologize. But Alder sincerely said he was sorry, so he couldn't even get mad at him.

All N could do was reach out to Alder, who was kneeling and apologizing, and raise him up.

"Holding your hand to me means forgiving me…" "…that's what I mean. Elder Alder."

Standing up while holding N's hand, Alder returned to his usual powerful expression and asked the black angels if they needed his help.

"Heave-ho..! It's also a fate to meet like this, is there anything I can do for you? I'll help you as much as I can!"

Emmet asked Alder where he should go now

"Is it okay to ask an abstract question?" "For example, a question about life?" "Maybe." "Of course, ask a question." "Where should I go now?"

Alder thought for a moment and answered the Emmet

"Well, why don't you go to Hisui?" "Hisui..?" "I saw the guardian angels take the fallen Ingo back to Hisui." "Really?" "And I heard Diamonds leader Adaman say, he can survive if he's not late."

Emmet's smile came back very briefly.

"So Ingo is still alive?" "Whether he is dead or alive, I don't know."

Emmet asked how to get to Hisui.

"Elder Alder! How do I get to Hisui?" "Let me explain it in an easy way to understand."

Alder began to explain by drawing a rough picture of Sinnoh and Hisui on the ground with branches that had fallen on the ground.

"Hisui can be said to be a 'Sinnoh of a different dimension' that exists like a mirror of Sinnoh. And since it's located in another dimension, you have to use a special way to get into Hisui…"

Alder drew three circles on a temporary map.

"In the case of Sinnoh, which is directly related, a large pool of water held in a cavity in a cave located in the center of three lakes serves as a passageway connecting each other." "Then how can I go from Unova to Hisui?" "It's directly connected to a place called Cave of Being. Maybe there's a two-pronged road in the middle! I've seen guardian angels come and go through there many times. I also went in and out of Unova and Hisui through the place. Ingo must have been in and out of Cave of Being many times." "Oh! Then where is Cave of Being?" "Hahaha! I've been waiting for that question!"

Rather than answer, Alder told Emmet he would direct him to Cave of Being.

"I will guide you directly to that! I was just looking for something to do!" "Then you and we should say goodbye here?" "You must not have fully recovered your energy yet…" "Don't worry about that! I'll help you!"

Emmet broke up with N party, who were briefly accompanying him, and accompanied him with Alder's support. (to be precise, Emmet was closer to being carried by Alder)

"Goodbye N! I hope you have a fun trip!" "I hope you'll meet your precious person again!"

Ingo sent everyone back (especially Melli, who stuck to him, was hard to pull off) and closed his eyes alone in a deserted hospital room. He didn't fall asleep, he just closed his eyes.

'Emmet would think I was killed on the spot.. Oh Emmet…. He must be in great sorrow by now…'

At that time, Ingo heard a voice that he really missed.

"Ingo..? Ingo..?! INGO!!!!!"

The voice that called Ingo was Emmet.

"..Emmet? Is it really you?! Emmet?!"

Emmet stood supported by Alder in a white Subway Boss outfit, not a Team Plasma Grunts outfit.

Emmett was in tears with a bright smile

"YUP! I AM! I AM EMMET! YOUR TWIN BROTHER EMMET!!!" "Emmet! OH..! EMMET! It's really you!"

Emmet stumbled and ran to Ingo

"INGO!!!!!" "Emmet..? Emmet..?! EMMET! Cough..! Emmet..! You're pressing on my..!" "AHHHHH INGO!!!!!!!!!" "You must have missed me a lot…."

A little later, when Emmet stopped crying, the brothers said what they wanted to say to each other

"EMMET! You are my lifesaver!" "INGO! You are my lifesaver, too!" "Thanks to your earnest voice, I was able to come back to life!" "I cried so much that I fell down, but I woke up again after hearing your voice!" "Really? But I was in a place like the underworld at the time…" "I was in a similar place."

The brothers looked at each other for a long time without saying anything, and soon said with a smile to each other.

"I think our brotherhood created a miracle!" "Yup! I agree with you!"

And a short time later Emmett climbed onto the hospital bed where Ingo was lying and hugged Ingo.

"Emmet?!" "Ingo..I really missed you…"

Ingo was in pain when his wound touched Emmet, but he could put up with that.

"Me too.. Emmet…"

Soon after, when Pesselle came back to check on Ingo's condition, Ingo and Emmet were sleeping on the bed with a comfortable expression hugging each other

"What's going on..?" "Hush! Be quiet" "Oh..! Are you the guardian angel of the legend?" "Hush! Let this brother rest for now, they must have had a hard time." "Oh.. I see..!"

Pesselle and Alder left discreetly.

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timelord-emmet · 10 months

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Chapter 9

It was decided before they try to attempt their way back to Sinnoh for their little party of humans and Mythicals to grab some lunch , of course discreetly , thankfully it was late by the time they made it to a restraint so not many people to ogle at them and Sprit is able to help hide Celibi from unwanted eyes.

After entering one of the late night restraunts and finding a corner booth Emmet and Looker look at the menu’s curiously or well Looker tried he sighed picked a radom meal he likes as the Waiter comes over and Emmet picked something spicy also meals to take away for their pokemon. The Agent looks at theSubway Master in front of him once more unable to still believe what the last few days has occurred , a human gaining powers from a POKÉMON , given so freely and accepted just as so by said human, is he even human still? besides the small snippets of powers his seen from the days in the Forest of Emmet practicing its hard to say, he looks human so probably at best he is just a Esper now, ugh Legends sake this is gonna be complicated to file away in his report and even more so prevent the higher ups from doing something drastic to keep Emmet on a leash or abusing his powers.

“Mr.Looker”

Looker flinches at his name completely lost in thought and starring at Emmet who has their head tilted curiously a eyebrow raised at him.

“It’s verrrrry rude to stare you know? Thought i said to stop worrying”

The Agent clears his throat glancing down at his drink the waiter brought over thanking them.

- Apologies but how can i not? Mr.Emmet do you have any idea the amount of trouble you be in if word of what you’ve become spreads ? The higher ups in Interpol would do anything to try keep you in check when they read my report -

“Hmm”

Emmet rests his elbow on the table placing his chin in the palm of his hand , his ever lasting smile becoming amused but his eyes show a dark promise .

“Let them try if they must , i have no alterior motives my main focus is my brother Ingo and Ingo only , though from what Sprit has been translating from Celibi is at times i’ll have to course correct a few errors or anonamlies in time from time to time”

The Subway Master thanks the waiter as their food arrives and Looker sighs doing the same as he thinks that over the two sitting in a silence as they eat , Emmet discreetly sneaking food to his two invisible companions hidden beside him , suppressing a chuckle as he was mentally told of Celibi’s dislike of the spicy food .

“I am Emmet , Mr Looker you worry and overthink to much , when the times comes for such things we will deal with them , for now we rest and focus on getting back to Sinnoh , complete the other trials and move on”

The conductor simple says humming as he hands Celibi non-spicy pieces of his food a soft smile on his face as he watches the food dissapears.

Looker rubs the bridge of his nose and reluctantly agrees.

-I suppose your right......i’ll be sure to call in a favour for a private jet then if you insist on speed running through this mess-

he takes a bite of his dinner chewing slowly , may aswell savour his food if they plan to move around as quickly as possible.

“Then it’s settled! Eat ! Private Jet, rest and trial!”

Looker swears he hears the giggles of their invisible companions at Emmets single sentence words and promptly pulls out some panadol to sea with the headache forming .

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——Time Skip————

It was 1pm when their Jet arrived and the group boarded though Celibi gave Emmet a few pats before the door shut making chirps and gestures, thankfully Sprit translates.

> Celibi can’t leave the region yet for it hasn’t got permission to enter Sinnoh as the Legendaries their are very territorial and cause whatever event is happening in the pass prevents Dialga from answering<

That makes the two human pause and thinking this over, the Subway Master gently grabs the fairy’s hand giving it a delicate kiss in thanks .

“Very well, I am Emmet , i’m thankful for the assistance you’ve given me on this Journey , i’ll be sure to use these powers accordingly “

The time fairy giggles and taps his hand a few times chirping some more .

> They say your welcome and come visit , it will try to keep contact with you when you need it<

Looker frowns muttering -When you need it?-

Though neither pokemon elaborate and Celibi gives Emmet a few more taps before leaving flying off through a small time portal, Emmet hums turning after giving a small wave and heading inside the jet to his seat .

“Hurry hurry! time to sit! Allllll Aboard Mr Looker!”

The Agent sighs closing the jet door and heading to his seat after giving the Captain their set destination , he tries to engage Emmet in conversation mostly setting down game plans and contingencies , the Subway Master seems to humour most of his ideas at best listening and answering in single sentences or words for a few hours before declaring his tired and leaning his fancy first class chair back , taking his monocle off and place his hat on his face.

Sprit decides to settle its self in his lap , it’s twin golden tails wrapping around his torso napping with him, Looker sighs watching them and fills out some more of his report as they rest .

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It’s about 11 am as they land in Sinnoh , exiting the jet , both human pokemon stretch out and have some food before heading back to Mesprite lake , before entering its den Emmet goes to dead looking tree thinking .

The Subway Master thinks for a second cogs in his head whirring then seem to click as he holds his hand out focusing back on the lessons Celibi taught it , he closes his eyes taking a breath and feels. Feels the energy around himself , the wind blowing and invisions a tree full of life and rowap berries , he hears the clock on his hat slowly whir and tick , feels as the mark of the Mythical fairy has left on his left hand ,the power infused inside by it travel from it , up his arm, through his chest and to his right arm.

Such a jarring and airy feeling but he keeps focus intill he feels the energy leave him, he opens his eyes to see leaves sprouting and the tree start to stand straight , blue energy winding and curing itself around it, small energy like clocks and the numbers flowing around it as time around the tree ethier reverses to a time it was blooming or fast fowards it to a time.

Emmet grins eyes travelling upwards as berries sprout from it and holds his hand up to one on a low branch.

Picking the berry and exhaling as he stops his powers ,turns to the in awe Mr Looker and amused Shiny Mesprite next to them and holds his prize out in pride.

“Rowap Berry Aquired !!”

Mr Looker sputters for words while Emmet simply walks pass him and into the cave of the Lake Guardian Mesprite , Sprit following and soon Looker .

Inside he looks around for his targeted pokémon before a small flash appears and said Mythical lowers itself down to him , he grins again sharp and prideful he holds the berry up to them.

“One Rowap Berry! and the tree outside restored as added bonus!”

The Mesprite smiles taking the berry happily and one of its hands for to its feather like hair and pull suddenly a pink feather like lock floats down to The Conductors still outstretched hand .

:: Take this plume to forge the gateway to your Desire::

The Conductor practically vibrates in glee , finally progress!!! he nods thanking the pokémon and sharply turns striding out the cave in excitement , Mr Looker and Sprit quickly follow .

-So where to now Mr.Emmet?- The Agent asks after he catches up watching the conductor put the plume away and compose the self arms behind their back.

“Lake Valor ! Azelf is the next passenger to visit!”

The Subway Master strikes a familiar pose .

“Set schedule ! Follow the Rules ! Everybody Smile! ALLLLL ABOARD!”

and promptly marches off in utter excitement and determination , Looker yelling at him to slow down as he hurried after and Sprit giggling .

#art #pokemon #pokémon #au #submas #TimeLord-Emmet #TimeLordAu #Mr.Looker #ShinyMesprite #SpritTheShinyMesprite #Mesprite #Lake Guardians #Celibi #Plume

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kinetic-elaboration · 1 year

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April 17: Yellowjackets and Time

Super tired today for literally no reason.

Here are some quick (quick!) thoughts I had about, what a surprise, Yellowjackets, this morning.

I was thinking about the complaints about the verisimilitude of the survivors' appearances in 1996, and while yeah I think a lot of it is a combination of TV-magic to keep people looking hot (and what of it?), concerns for actor safety (please don't be the guy who's like 'they're not thin enough for starving people' lmao), and maybe just some laziness (Nat's roots), I nevertheless wondered if some of it is intentional? That might be too generous but the timeline is really vague. We have some sense of time passing with the seasons, but not really that much, just some dialogue about the coming of winter; we have people's injuries healing; and we have Shauna's pregnancy. Very rarely, there's dialogue indicating the passage of time: we've been here 3 days, Nat and Travis haven't spoken for weeks. And then there's Jackie. She's the only one who tries to keep them pinned to home-time: it's Homecoming, it's Rush Week. Without her, there's really only the changing seasons and the alterations to their own bodies to keep them grounded in any sort of passage of time. And look I know this was conceived pre-pandemic and that I can't compare EVERYTHING to Covid but like... we all experienced time-disorientation, it doesn't take all that much, and it is very hard to unrattle yourself once you've lost a sense of yourself in time. That's still something that I'm working to get over even now. I think that's purposefully part of the depiction of their experience.

Further, this is also the case in the 2021 timeline, which I think is striking. What anchors people to time? The seasons, the academic year (especially for students/parents/educators), holidays, personal deadlines and events... In the wilderness, all of that is gone, but it should be back 25 years later in New Jersey, right? Yet I had very little sense of how fast events were happening or how much time passed between episodes. Part of this is that, of the four, only Misty has a job, and it's not a regular-hour type gig. But it's also that...they're drifting, as adults, just as they did as kids. The only anchoring points that the audience has in 2021 are the length of the campaign (and I'll be honest idk how long state Senate campaigns last or when Taissa announced her campaign--summer? were Sammy and Callie in school? can't recall), and Halloween, and Election Day. There's also Jackie's birthday and reunion, but those aren't events whose dates I know. It was very strange to hear Jeff mention "the reunion tomorrow" in, like, episode 8? I wondered if I'd misheard or misunderstood because I knew the reunion was in ep10. Either one day went verrrrry slowly (plausible), or it was a mistake, or I misheard, or it's part of this disorientation.

Where are they in time? Is there anything other than an eternal present?

#the year 2023 #2023: fandom thoughts #2023: yellowjackets #this isn't very deep but i am soooo tired i just wanted to write down something that wasn't about me #and how tired i am #for literally no reason at all

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1000-directions · 2 years

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hey this is totally out of the blue but would you ever consider writing for the pair bucky and sam? 💗 i really, really love your writing style and am slowly working my way through your clint and bucky fics :)

thank you! i'm gonna be honest, the writing is not really happening for me this year and maybe will never happen again? i have no idea what's going to happen in the future, but it's incredibly hard for me to imagine my brain being in a place where i can write fic in the near future. not loving this for me!! but just trying to be realistic about what i can handle at the moment.

i am so glad you are enjoying my fics, and thank you so much for letting me know :)

anyway, i haven't written any winterfalcon on ao3, but i have a few verrrrry little things i've posted on tumblr, if you're interested:

3 sentence fics: 1 2 3 4

~300 words of dirt

uhhhh i wrote a song about them fixing the boat lskdjfls

thank you for dropping by, and sorry i don't have any more to offer you!

#asks #winterfalcon

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imfluentinfangirlandgay · 2 years

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lil idea based off this comic by @bloomingcadaver because i loved it SO MUCH THE ART IS SO GOOD (I expanded a lil bit)

Emmet sat up, dazed. What had happened? He didn’t recall. He had been sitting on his couch at home, doing some sort of paperwork? Maybe? It was really fuzzy. Looking around, he saw that there was barren wasteland around him. There was snow everywhere, ice and white taking over the landscape. It was cold. Where was he?

He got to his feet, looking around some more. He saw some Pokemon wandering in the distance. There was a set of large pillars of ice, and beyond that… was that smoke? People? He decided to head that direction first. He moved his feet, crunching through the snow. He made his way slowly across the landscape, taking care to avoid the Pokemon around him. He didn’t have his own partners with him in case one became hostile. At least there wasn’t any wind out here.

Emmet noticed a camp off to his left. He changed tracks, switching his destination to be much closer. He stepped towards the encampment, picking up speed and swinging his arms. He made sure his smile was visible. He noticed two people sitting around a fire at the camp, both in conversation. “Hello! I am Emmet! Where am I?” Both of them lifted their heads, taking in his appearance. And then they ran off, yelling about a Zoroark. Emmet tried calling after them, but apparently they hadn’t heard him. How rude!

So, Emmet readjusted and made his way towards the larger camp he had seen. He worked his way delicately across the open field of snow, watching the Pokemon. It reminded him of that one year, several winters ago, that he and Ingo had gone to Anville Town for the winter festival and had gotten lost in the forest for a time. He smiled fondly at the memory, bittersweet as it was. Ingo. Still missing, even after two years.

Emmet noticed something moving behind a snowbank, out of the corner of his eye. He turned, witnessing a person sneak back behind the pile. They were holding something. “Hello!” he called out. “I am Emmet! I am verrrrry lost. Where am I?” The person behind the pile did not acknowledge him, so he decided to talk to them head-on. He swung his arms, similar to a toy soldier, quickly closing the distance between him and the pile. “Why won’t you say anything?” As Emmet rounded the corner, he made eye contact with the person. They wore an odd pink robe with an odd symbol on the front. They were shaking.

“P-please, don’t hurt me, I was only making sure-” Emmet cocked his head, still smiling. Something whistled past his head. A Pokeball.

“Damn!” he heard from behind him. Emmet whirled.

“Wh-” There was another person there, this time wearing a bright red uniform and a wide-brimmed straw hat. They had their face scrunched up in concentration. But that isn’t what made Emmet stop. In fact, it was the rudimentary Pokeball that struck him right between the eyes, fired by a strong arm, toppling him over. Something else - presumably another ball - hit him square in the jaw, knocking him out cold.

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Irida, Ingo, and Akari all sat huddled in Irida’s tent. The latter two had been summoned suddenly by Irida after getting some information. The information in question lay in the form of a strange man, laying under a blanket on the floor of the tent. He had a knot on his forehead and a bruised jaw, and every other thing about him was achingly familiar to Ingo. Mostly because it was like looking into a mirror. This stranger was a perfect replica of Ingo himself, right down to the dark circles and the silver sideburns. The hat - again, achingly familiar to Ingo’s - sat next to him as he lay unconscious.

“I am sorry for displaying such…hesitance in calling you-”

“There is no reason for that, Lady Irida. You were concerned for everyone’s safety. Zoroark are indeed nasty creatures, and this is a perfectly natural station for you to arrive at,” Ingo stated simply.

“Uncle Ingo, he looks just like you. Do… do you think he’s-” Akari started before being cut off.

“I do not know. I would love nothing more than to reach that destination, but there is not enough evidence to charge ahead at full speed.” Ingo must have been too loud again, as the man started to stir. “I’m not sure what the exact destination is.” The man shot up suddenly, whirling around wildly, looking at everything in his area. He immediately tried shooting to his feet, wobbling. “Slow down, passenger!” Ingo shouted, surprised, standing. He gripped the brim of his cap out of habit. “You are in desperate need of repairs and we have come to your assistance. Please do not move much, as this will aggravate the concussion.” As he was speaking, the mystery man had stopped and watched him with wide eyes, a grin on his face forming. It looked so achingly familiar to Ingo, though Sinnoh knew why.

“I found you,” the man breathed. His voice cracked. “I finally found you. I reached my destination!” His voice was gaining strength and he moved to get up again, only to be tackled by Irida.

“Hey wait, you’re still injured! I do not know who you are, but you are a guest in my Clan and it is my duty to ensure you heal properly!” The man hardly took notice of her, easily shaking her off and standing to lock eyes with Ingo. Something was alight in his eyes, his grin genuine and large. He pointed at Ingo in what seemed to be Ingo’s infamously odd pose; one hand at the ground, one pointed directly at him - except it was mirrored.

“I am Emmet. I am Ingo’s twin. We are Subway Bosses!” he announced proudly, his voice oddly flat and missing any feeling.

“So that means you remember where you were before now?” Akari asked. The man - Emmet - lowered his hand.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

Ingo lowered his eyes from the man who was supposedly his brother. He tucked the brim of his cap over his eyes so Emmet could not see them. “I- Emmet, I regret to inform you that… upon derailment from the last platform, I do not remember anything about the station I departed from.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet, as he hung his head. He wanted to remember, more than anything. Being around Emmet felt right but by the almighty Sinnoh, he didn’t know why and it drove him mad!

There was silence for a long moment. Emmet’s voice broke, quiet again. Y-you are Ingo. Ingo is verrrry bad at pranks. Stop it, this isn’t even a little funny. This is a verrrrrrrry terrible joke, Ingo.” There was another pause. Ingo could see Emmet grab his cap out of his peripheral vision and place it on his head, pulling the brim down over his eyes like Ingo had. There was silence that neither of the girls filled in either.

“I am Emmet,” he said suddenly, making Ingo’s gaze return to him. “You are Ingo. We are brothers. The Subway Masters. We miss you.” He paused again, wringing his hands together. Ingo saw the beginnings of moisture collecting in Emmet’s eyes as his voice wavered. “I-I miss you. Our friends miss you. Nimbasa City misses you. Our fans miss you.” Emmet paused again, seemingly considering his next words. He began to pace, his feet moving in large strides as he wobbled back and forth around the tent, pointing at Ingo with each point he made.

“You like Lillignt tea, no honey, no sugar. You drink so much of it. It helps you sleep.” He mumbled, “Please, please, please remember.” He moved closer to Ingo, circling him as Ingo stayed in the same spot, not moving his eyes, for fear of what he did not know. “You love so many things,” Emmet continued, circling him, “battle strategies, following rules, trains. You have verrrrrry terrible handwriting. You write paragraphs and paragraphs because you like explaining things. You have to be as precise as you can.” Emmet stopped circling him, standing directly in front of Ingo now. He lowered his voice further, almost to a whisper, “I need you to remember. If not for me, then for everyone else. Please. You are Ingo, my brother. You are Ingo, Subway Master. You are Ingo, my rival and best friend.” Ingo, who-” he cut off suddenly with a choking sound as one tear spilled over.

Ingo suddenly found a gloved hand in his face, pushing him away as Emmet laughed, “-smells verrrry fucking bad.” That word tumbling from what almost seemed like Ingo’s own mouth shocked him. He would never-

Emmet smiled as he led Ingo to the Multi Train, ready to battle for the day. They had a larger queue of trainers than normal and Emmet was ready. He pumped his fist, yelling, “Oh, fuck yeah, these kids look verrrry strong!” Ingo grabbed his brother by the collar, scolding him,

“Emmet, do not curse on the job! It is incredibly unprofessional!” Emmet laughed and waved him off, still moving towards the train. They couldn’t keep their passengers waiting.

Ingo left the shower, still towel-drying his hair as Emmet set out breakfast, his Lilligant tea how he liked it with eggs and toast. Emmet put his plate in the sink and ducked into the bathroom next.

Emmet and Ingo sitting at a table in a nice restaurant, talking to Elesa.

Ingo and Emmet battling side-by-side, using the best tactics they could to win.

Emmet and Ingo as kids, searching Chargestone Cave for a Tynamo for Emmet.

Ingo and Emmet-

Emmet and Ingo-

Ingo reached over and pulled Emmet’s hat down, covering his eyes. “Emmet, do not curse on the job! That is incredibly unprofessional! I have told you this before!” He glanced over to a surprised Irida and Akari, “I apologize for his language. He is rather loose with his lips sometimes.” Emmet was laughing under the hat. Akari cocked her head.

“Uncle Ingo-?”

“Uncle??” Emmet ripped his hat off his head, looking at Akari. “Since when? How long have you been here?” Akari kept talking, however, drowning out Emmet’s crisis.

“-you’re acting a little different. Did you remember something?”

Ingo slowly nodded. “I remember. I was a Subway Master. I hosted Pokemon battles daily alongside Emmet. My twin brother, my little brother.”

“You remember being four minutes older than me? I was hoping you would not,” Emmet grumbled.

“I remember living in Nimbasa City, with Emmet, seeing our close friend Elesa. I remember my partner, Chandelure. I remember my old life.” Ingo’s vision was blurring. “I remember…” He looked up at Emmet. “You cursing made me remember,” he realized, his voice uncharacteristically flat.

“Permission to curse at the Subway?”

“Permission denied for the eighty-fourth time.”

“You did remember everything,” Emmet grinned. He reached out to Ingo, who gladly reciprocated the hug. They held each other tightly, finally reunited after two years apart. “Though, I’m wondering. How did you get Sinnoh’s missing Champion Dawn as our niece?”

#subway bosses #pokemon legends arceus #submas #subway boss ingo #warden ingo #ingo #pokemon ingo #subway boss emmet #legends arceus ingo #pokemon arceus #funny #my writing #fic writing

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r0-boat · 2 years

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I woke up horny on egg hunt scavenger day and it's time to make this everybody else's problem.

So, please imagine the whole being lost in the subway tunnels, trying to escape from Emmet and Ingo. And what luck! You find an abandoned cellphone!! You could call for help!!

Oh but it doesn't have its battery. Did it fall somewhere? But you hear footsteps so you have to run, making a note to backtrack to that area again.

It's been too long, you aren't certain if you went in a circle or what, but you find a battery that fits into the back of the phone. FINALLY!

Next hurdle, it's locked and needs 4 numbers. You recall seeing a couple numbers on the floor, were there 4 of them? Your mind is hazy from fatigue and-

You find a bottle of water and a sandwich around the corner, way too conspicuously placed... But you're ravenous and you don't care. There's a note inside.

"Ingo has the first two numbers, I have the second two. When we catch you, it'll be the number of orgasms we force out of you consecutively. Better keep count~"

There's no way you could keep count into multiple digits! You start trying desperately to guess the pass code, but it gets locked for progressively longer spans of time the more you get it wrong!

The countdown between attempts and the slowly decreasing cell battery keeps frying your nerves even worse until you slip up and get yourself caught.

"My dear, was the promise of so many orgasms that irresistible? You practically set your course straight for my station!" Ingo said, brimming with a sultry pride as he held you in a gentle hug that had an unspoken promise of force should you struggle.

Was that why you'd messed up? You were quite horny-had those foods been laced with something? Or were you secretly into this?

Ingo was unfairly gentle about it all, so loving that it almost felt like you'd been doing this together for years. How did he know your body so well!? You could almost let go of the context and believe this was all happening in a comfy bedroom after a rough day of work.

At least... You thought that through the first couple orgasms. Ingo was exactly as gentle and precise at ripping more out of your overstimulated body that cried out for rest. He was exactly as loving, singing your lewd praises as you lost count and they felt like they all blended together into one never-ending, mind numbing, painful ecstasy.

"Haha! You broke them!" Emmet's voice barely reached your ears in your blissed out state. "You suck at sharing your toys."

"Perhaps next round I will give myself a handicap."

"No, they'll be verrrrry scared of a repeat." Emmet swaddled you up in his coat, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he picked you up. He purred out a line right against your ear. "And verrrrry curious. About how I'll treat them~"

(Even if you got lucky and unlocked that phone, there's no service down there~)

-Prey Anon

P.S. Sorry I wimped out at the end. My other idea was Primal Ingo just completely forgetting that he was supposed to stop after a certain number and just becoming absolutely brutal. But I kinda want Emmet to do that. After some rest and cuddles.

👉👈😳 good Lord that reminds me of my predator and prey thing I did for Mask a while back

God I missed that...

The idea of the prey of thinking they're escaping but the escape was actually calculated by The Predator and just running straight into their hands is so hot omgg

#ro.chatting #smut #ingo.thirst #emmet.thirst #predator and prey

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waywardstation · 2 years

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I was in a lesson when I was reading the au. I got this funky scene in my head and I wanted to see if I could type it out even if it's a bit ooc and a sooorta off course with the other anons- but still putting in some of them into the combination!

So have this half baked one shot I wiped in a bit

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The man child in white, the small light in the darkness.

The Conductor, as he claimed to be.

But this seemed like a different conductor. Perhaps the side of The Conductor he hid away along with the rest of the damaged cars to protect the memories.

He stood there, clutching the edge of his shirt and tried to wiped away the snot and tears, but they just never stopped coming no matter how many times he wiped.

"I-I just, " he tried to say between the hiccups, "I just wanted t-to protect him."

The girls looked at him emphatically. Even if they were surrounded by the darkness, they saw damaged derailed cars, almost impossible to be repaired and put back on track by only one man. Or one child in this case. Perhaps this caved in room was a storage to safely place the more fragile damaged cars until they could be repaired.

He must've been trying to fix them himself.

This just won't do! That nasty parasite will totally get a beating if- no. when they find it. But for now... Maybe they can help The Conductor kid?

A few negotiation afterwards, despite his efforts in trying to deny the help, he gave in. (Sorry got no brain juice on this bit)

Fast forward multiple things, like a glitchy shadowed child, and a few glitchy shadowed pokemons, more memories restored after the cars were fixed and on track. The child grew more cherrier, he looked like a mini Ingo but much more gestures in movement despite the deadpanned tone in his voice, his face was still a blur like watercolors smudging his image though.

But his smile was viewable, stretching from ear to ear. His hands were flapping in excitement, "I think this is the final one. Before the bigger Conductor finds out you're here! "

That means one last car until they can leave this room. (And The Conductor who has been trying to chase them out was still looking for them outside.)

The last car. It had a grass in it, for some reason. The ceiling was painted bright blue.

A battle? What happened after was a battle against the kid, or kids in this matter. A glitching shadow version of the child was beside him. They both struck a matching mirrored pose.

A multi battle?

Shadowed out pokemons were in front of them, Akari and Irida had to face the children in a battle. Recreating the scene, it was confusing at the start, but Akari had figured out to just follow the floating words presented in the semi-broken word screen in front of them. Lady Sneasel watched from the side, becoming the referee.

Names of the pokemons were not a problem as they were censored out, aside from the short blurts from it. How Akari and Irida were able to command without the proper names? They had no idea.

The battle ended.

The small Conductor smiled.

"I am E&m#*. " He started. "I lost together with Ingo. Your combination is the best, perfect! You're verrrrry strong Trainers. Yup! It was so much fun!"

Soon, the shadowed child slowly was revealed, colors filling in the shadowed figure, and a shadowed out face soon faded away.

It was a younger version Ingo, must've been the same age as The Conductor kid.

A familiar frown plastered on his face, and with his joyful booming voice, he said.

"Bravo!! What you showed us is a spark as Trainers. However, let me say just one thing. Winning against us is a milestone in your life. You can rack up more and more. Please move on toward an even greater goal!"

A rewind of their first defeat in a multi battle. Assuming they were the best among their ages, and their speech never had changed it seemed.

The Conductor kid looked at them and grinned. "Thank you!"

And just like that the room turned brighter. A door appeared and now they were out of the car room.

"That was wholesome!" Akari giggled.

Irida nodded happily, while Lady Sneasler looked behind them. Ruh roh raggy! they were in trouble as a certain man in white was RUNNING AT THEM AT 10 MACH SPEED-

"THERE YOU ARE-!"

"RUN-"

Outside of it, Ingo smiled at the warm memory.

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Sorry it ended in crack- I haven't wrote things in a while, let alone a oneshot so this is verrrry messy and probably won't make sense- but this was fun to do! Even if I'm not satisfied-

To sum this up, Akari, Irida, and Lady Sneasler got trapped in a room where they had to rewind a bit of Ingo and Emmet's pokemon journey as young trainers

I assume it's like a dungeons where you had to battle to unlock a memory-

I actually wanted it to end like

He smiled. The room was calm, like as if the sunshine and the warm summer breeze had been here all along, "I am Emmet! This is my brother Ingo! "

But this is all I got- I will make a better come back I swear-

- 🍞

BREAD ANON THIS IS GREAT WRITING!! Thank you for sending this!! Poor MG kid Emmet, he is trying his best!! And little kid Ingo ;^; the two of them are so sweet!

AND THE RUH ROH RAGGY PART GOT ME immediately everyone has to run as fast as they can while the only think Ingo is aware of is this new fond memory that they managed to dislodge! I love that ending you wanted to add with it too!

I love this bread anon, thank you so much! Your writing is great, and this is a great one shot! Thank you for sending it!

#train of thought au #train of thought au writing

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Younger Emmet: Oh thank the Dragons, I was so worried that I had murdered Ing- NO WAIT WHAT????

Is it worse thinking that an avoidable accident you maybe caused killed your brother or that your brother was viciously killed in cold blood on purpose by someone else?

Young Emmet ends up asking if the one he murdered was at least Ingo's murdered and Older Emmet has to awkwardly explain that was a misunderstanding, and nope! Ingo's murderer is a free man. Don't worry, he's probably dead by now though since that all happened centuries ago. Whoops, forgot that you guys didn't know about the time travel, well, this is verrrrry awkward.

Meanwhile, Nobori is hanging from Emmet's arms, maintaining strong eye contact with Volo who was coincidentally buying coffee nearby and has just spotted a second older Emmet with the strange kid whose been stalking him.

Volo maintains direct eye contact with Nobori while very slowly walking away. Yes, he realizes that these are wild Pokemon protocols. No, he doesn't think its an overreaction. He's pretty sure that if he lets that kid get close enough, he can say goodbye to his kneecaps.

...he'll unpack the fact that there are two Emmets now a little later. when it's safer.

#asks #reincarnation au #volo is having a bad time in pasio #as he should!!

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Oh man know, it's super pricey lol but I tried a shot of it in a hotel bar once and it put everything else to shame. I've only had 2 bottles since and that was maybe 5 years ago? So I don't get it often and I drink it verrrrry slowly when I do have it 😅 what's your go-to drink if you have one? I mainly drink wine bc it's not expensive and it'll get me comfortably tipsy without having to do shots of something harder which isn't always fun alone.

It's so refreshing that you know the skin struggle! None of my friends have any experience with it so it's very hard to explain the difference when the faux stuff is labeled as "skin", they really don't see why it's different for the needle and I'm just like????? Did you ever get any tattoos while hanging in that crowd?

Ooh mr cool guy, huh? The troubled artist smoking alone on his breaks~ lol I'm playing but that does sound kind of fun. Even in high school I remember how fun it was to be a senior around the freshmeat. Oh uh I mean freshmen. And I've heard similar cautions from other people I follow that are in art school. Some of which are vastly more talented than I am and are still failing classes. That's really hard for me to watch but it sounds like a lot of it stems from the teachers not only being hard asses but also being wildly inconsistent with what they're looking for when grading. I don't think I'd handle that environment well at all so I'm kinda glad I didn't go too. How much longer do you have? I hope you can get back into enjoying being creative someday soon if you think you'd like to continue with it in some way. It's extremely difficult to find enthusiasm again in my experience but it can happen so I hope it does for you. -🍥

damn now you're giving me crazy bad ideas. I can't spend that much on alcohol alone but I really wanna try it. My go to drink is Jack Daniel's whisky, the one that has honey in it. It's pricey but still affordable. If you wanna get tipsy quickly just drink on an empty stomach, you probably already know this and this isn't the best advice but it saves you money lol.

Don't worry I understand your struggle with tattoos haha, but practice makes perfect whether it's on artificial skin or not, being persistent is key. Yes, they did give me some tattoos. They weren't amateurs so they turned out quite good.

yeah I like messing (in a good way) with the first years, they look so lost it's funny to me. The professors are a whole different breed, it's hard to come across a normal one. You gotta be a little delusional and hard headed to handle art school. I've got 2 years left. And thank you, I also hope I'll be able to enjoy art again at some point.

#ask #?#🍥

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foulserpent · 3 years

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nosleep mods deleted this for apparently not being a horror story. enjoy

My friend Ed is a bit of an outdoorsman. Not one of those hardcore 'two week hike hunting for food and sleeping in the dirt' types, but he does his share of hunting and camping. He and I got into it together when we met in community college and went on a weed-fueled camping trip over spring break, and since then he has far outgrown my own outdoor endeavors.

He's gotten some great stories to tell over the years. Finding a pair of souvenir Vegas dice in the stomach of a rabbit he was cleaning, getting hit by two skunks in a single day, close encounters with pumas and bears, and the far more harrowing and painful encounters with other hikers. But he's never come back with anything all that disturbing. Until his last trip.

Ed had been making an admirable effort of converting his 'spend the fall watching netflix and consuming pumpkin themed beverages' oriented boyfriend, Saúl, to some small game hunting. About a year ago, the two of them had taken a trip down south to do just that.

A few days into their week-long trip, I got a flurry of panicked texts from Saúl. It was all things like, "omg we just saw something so messed up" and "never going to the desert again LMAO there was a naked guy" or something to that effect.

I barely remember. I was bedridden with the worst case of the flu I'd ever experienced, and received these texts through a haze of fever and Nyquil. At that time, my response to those texts was more or less "Wow, hate when that happens :("

Neither of them provided elaboration upon their return, and I was a little too consumed in my own misery to ask for it. It was left at that.

Last week, Ed and I were practicing our usual 7 o'clock ritual of smoking behind the gas station during his break and complaining about the mere existence of customers. His mask was pulled down to his chin and he was fumbling with an entire cigar he'd brought to work, complaining about some customer who was shirtless in the middle of November and clearly blitzed out of his mind.

It was as he was describing the man's public indecency that I remembered the frantic texts I had received last fall.

"Hey, speaking of nudity...What was the story with the naked dude in the desert?" I asked him.

He cringed.

"From last year, on your trip?" I pressed.

"Yeah, I know, I know. God. Did Saúl text you?"

"Yeah, but he didn't give me the details of it."

Ed finished lighting the cigar, and took a long drag.

"Yeah, okay." He said. "I was honestly trying to forget about it but like. I don't know why Saúl was so stuck on the nudity like, that was the least messed up part of it all. It was the craziest thing."

It was the craziest thing is the set of words he would begin every particularly intriguing story with, and I realized I should probably settle in. I made myself comfortable against the dumpster in anticipation.

His story was as follows.

"So, yeah. We were out in the scrub. Technically weren't supposed to be there, we were a little ways off my aunt's land but like, there's no one to bug you about that out there. It was this kinda rocky area, lots of little hills and tall brush. So you couldn't see very far from the ground. And it was pretty well into the afternoon, and we hadn't caught a damn thing, so we were just kinda screwing around at that point. And we were near this bigass arroyo, and-"

He paused.

"Wait, you know what an arroyo is?" He asked me, taking another drag from his cigar.

I shook my head. He nodded solemnly at my midwestern ignorance.

“Okay, yeah. So it's a dry sorta riverbed in the desert. You ever seen a dried up creek? It's like that. They form when the rains come and are completely dry the rest of the year. And a lot of them are pretty small, but this one was like, a miniature canyon. Probably thirty feet across and ten feet deep. And it kind of winds around the hills before getting shallower when the elevation changes or whatever.

“So anyway we’re… yeah we’re there. The arroyo is on the other side of some rocks, and the open desert is in front of us. And we were sat down in the shade, having some beef jerky and stuff."

He paused again. He seemed to be lost in thought, eyes squinting and looking somewhere distant.

"So yeah, we're having a grand old time, just having a snack or whatever. And suddenly we hear screaming. Some guy’s screaming, ‘help! help me!’ out in the bush somewhere nearby.”

“And you know how Saúl is. Too much of a sweetheart for his own good. He's like nudging me and going "Eddie, we should go help." And yeah, sure, I wanted to help but there was something… Weird? About it? Like the shouting sounded real close but I wasn’t hearing anything else that, you know, accompanies a call for help. Like, no running, no sounds of struggling or being mauled by a wild animal or whatever. It was DEAD silent whenever the guy wasn't shouting.

"And like, call me an asshole but I'm not gonna do some ‘white person in a horror movie 'lets split up, gang!'’ shit. I was staying right where I was.”

"So we just kind of sat there, listening to it. The guy had started just- shrieking. No words, just making noise. And at this point I was starting to feel like a complete bastard for being the pragmatic one, but Saúl didn't seem to wanna move either. Like, it was super off.

"And then, there’s another sound. Kind of a…uh… Gurgling noise? Like-”

Ed broke off to make an odd sound in his throat. It was a low, prolonged croak that slowly lifted into a 'whoop!’

Some old woman in the process of fueling her SUV glared at him. He scowled back.

“Okay, it was actually nothing like that. But you get the idea.”

“And that happens a couple times, and it... It didn't sound like a person's voice anymore. And I'm thinking maybe the world's most fucked up coyote just killed a guy and was celebrating or whatever, but it didn't really sound like an animal either. It was kinda inorganic, you know what I mean?

"But yeah, it kind of whoops a couple more times, and then the last time it just... Didn't stop. It kept going, and it turns into this- music? It sounded, uh, sort of like a bunch of different flutes being played at once. But lower. Very deep. I don’t remember the tune so don’t ask. But it was music, and me and Saúl are just looking at each other like "what the fuck?”.

"And at that point, curiosity is kicking in and I'm gripped by this wave of idiocy, so I get up and start walking towards the sound. Low to the ground, super slow. Stealth. And I can tell it’s coming from the arroyo. So I just verrrrry carefully climb up the side and look inside.“

Ed paused to grasp for words.

"And there’s a man in there. Some pasty dude. Sunburnt, t-shirt tan lines, all that. Pretty scrawny, but otherwise normal looking from the chest down. No injuries or nothing, which I can say for sure because, yeah, the dude is completely naked. I mean naked. There was a pile of his clothes nearby, and his whole dick was out and he was barefoot. And he was DANCING. He’s just dancing naked in this friggin’ ditch.

"And it took me a bit to process what was going on with his head. Like, the music sounds are coming from up there. And I’m thinking he’s got some sort of weird instrument over his head, but he dances towards me and um. He has no head. Or like- Shit. He kind of has a head? Like I could sort of make it out, but it’s tilted all the way backwards. Like, touching his back. So his neck's facing the sky, and his eyes are just kind of staring out behind him.

"And there’s all these… tubes. Coming out of where the nose and mouth probably used to be. Big fleshy tubes, skin toned. But they didn't flop around, they were like, pretty firm. And they’ve got little holes all over them. And that’s where the music is coming from. He’s playing them.”

Ed lifted his arms over his head and mimed with his fingers. “Like a flute”

“So like, it’s the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen, basically, but I can’t stop watching. And Saúl eventually comes up beside me, and we don’t say anything, we just watch this guy. It’s gotta be like… A solid hour we’re just sitting there, with this guy playing his music and dancing around. And he starts moving up the arroyo, still dancing the whole time, and eventually he’s out of sight. But we hear the music a good while longer until it gets too distant. I don't think he ever saw us. Or he didn't care. I don't know."

He was silent for a long while. I waited for him to continue, but it was evident that it was over.

"And... That was it?" I asked.

"Yeah, that was it. We got the hell out of there and didn't see him again. Or hear anything about a crazy nudist in the area."

He took another puff of his cigar, and coughed.

"I mean, it could have been... A really, really good costume or something. Like, REALLY good. I mean I definitely saw his eyes blinking. On the head that was... You know. Bent entirely backwards. But hey, could be a costume!" He added with a flourish, clearly not entertaining this possibility whatsoever.

"Holy shit." I said.

He laughed, and snuffed out his cigar in the snow. "Damn right."

#YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE THE CHARACTERS LOL this was taken and heavily revised from a fic i made #i kept their human au names bc i couldnt be bothered with coming up with new ones #i originally had human ned be Ned B.V but his name is ed/eduard #also this was loosely inspired by visiting some of my extended family from baja sur california and hearing some freaky fucking #noises walking around in an arroyo #i think it was fuckig. raccoons fighting or smth tho #ALSO id like to revise it to be even less Nosleep-y . the longass exposition intro was to make it fit more with their sort of thing #my writing

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Fear and Relief

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an: ayyy first fic in a while, and my first bnha fic! this is for the dads for deku week, made my @tunafishprincess. i can’t really think of any warnings for this fic aside from some verrrrry slight dismissal of one’s own feelings, as well as spoilers for my hero academia: heroes rising. with that said, enjoy!

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All things considered, yesterday was likely the scariest day of your life.

It makes sense, really. While you have led a very… interesting life, you wouldn’t call many days terrifying. The day you had run towards the sludge monster and learned about One For All had been more life-changing confusion than terror. When the training camp was attacked, you had felt horror, but it was the kind that clung and clawed at his mind rather than his heart. The only time you had felt so afraid was that fight in Kamino Ward, when All for One and All Might had been killing each other with each blow that was interchanged. The feeling of being frozen, of having to watch and being able to do nothing as someone you cared about was in danger was the most horrible experience of your life.

That was what it felt like yesterday. The fear of knowing that people you cared for could - would - get hurt, while you were stuck and left to watch was something that you never wanted to experience again. The added knowledge of the fact that the only way you could protect them was by losing One for All, losing your Quirk, losing the chance to become a hero, was terrifying.

Was that selfish? You don’t want to be selfish. You’d become Quirkless a million times if it meant that Mahoro and Katsuma would be alright, of course, but it did little to take away from the sadness and guilt you had felt about giving All Might’s Quirk away, even if it was to Kacchan.

Of course, One for All never really left you, and Kacchan didn’t remember anything anyway, so your feelings didn’t really matter in the end.

Besides. Everything is fine now. Mr. Shimano will be coming to the island soon to see his children and make sure they’re okay, before all three of them will be questioned by the police. After all, the whole family was attacked by the same villain, and who even knows where Nine went or what happened to him.

You sigh. You really shouldn’t be so worked up about this. Aside from a few broken bones - which was normal, really - you were hardly even injured.

A boat’s horn startles you out of your thoughts.

“He’s here!” Mahoro says, sounding happier than you have ever heard her. She knocks into you in her excitement, and waves a quick apology. You don’t doubt it’s sincere, despite her having other things on her mind. Katsuma is attached to her hand, and you smile a little at how the girl must be slowing down just a bit so her younger brother can keep up.

“Daddy!” They both yell, as what you assume must be their father steps out from the shadows of a boat. They wrap their little arms around Mr. Shimano, and the man does the same in turn. Your smile grows as you step further away from them, trying to let the three have some light privacy.

Mr. Shimano, however, locks eyes with him, and his smile falters. In an instant, you feel your heart stutter with panic, thinking the worst. Mercifully, the man’s recognition is replaced with relief, and oh thank god. You smile back, slowly waving your hand in greetings.

You’re going to have to talk later, aren’t you?

As it turns out, yes. You would.

“Hey,” Mr. Shimano says to Izuku a little while later, chuckling a bit while the boy jumps in surprise. “Sorry, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare ya there.”

“It’s all right.” You says, pink dusting your cheeks. You wonder if you’re doing a good Uraraka impression. Based on the way that Kacchan is smirking at you, you suppose you must be.

“You’re, ah… ‘Mr. Deku’, right? And you would be Bakugou?” The man says, looking from you to Kacchan, the question showing in his expression. “My children told me you were, but I would like to confirm.”

“Yeah!” You say, a bit too loudly. Your face grows even redder. “Yeah.” You repeat, quieter this time. “I’m Mr. Deku- I mean, hi! I’m Midoriya. And yeah, that’s Kac- Bakugou.”

Wow. All that time at school being surrounded by adults and pro heroes really helped your social skills.

Mr. Shimano laughs, but unlike your middle school classmates and teachers, it’s not at all unkind. In a way, he almost sounds like All Might. Almost. “It’s nice to meet you, Midoriya, Bakugou.” Here, he pauses, looking away from you two. You meets his gaze, and see that he is looking at Mahoro and Katsuma, drawing together on a table a ways away.

“Could we three talk together for a moment? Outside?” He asks, and your heart skips a beat before you force it to beat a normal pace. You’re fine, it’s fine.

Kacchan looks at Mr. Shimano in apprehension, or maybe that’s just his usual look. Upon a second glance, it seems to be just his usual look. “Sure.” He says curtly. It’s almost polite; it’s something close to a record.

The three of you walk outside. There’s a pleasant breeze around you, scattering leaves and petals across the pathway.

“I wanted to say thank you.” Mr. Shimano begins, and you look up from the ground at him in surprise. “You both saved my children, and I- I cannot show enough gratitude.”

Oh gosh. Some of the people on the boat with him must have told him some kind of summary of what happened. Your face heats up, even as a small smile begins to form. It’s not your first time being thanked by a victim’s family, you know as your memories of Kouta and the Wild Wild Pussycats resurface, but it doesn’t get easier.

“Don’t thank just us!” You say quickly. “Everyone else helped out too! We never could have saved Mohoro and Katsuma without them.” You tell him, and you mean it, because it’s true. You were so blessed to have the rest of your classmates; you’d be dead ten times over if it wasn’t for them.

Kacchan scoffs, though you don’t think it’s from your words. “Please. If anyone thought I couldn’t take that guy, they’d be dead wrong.”

You smile at him. That’s Kacchan for you; he always has to be the best.

Mr. Shimano’s mouth twists up in appreciation. “I’m sure, and I don’t think anyone doubted you for a second. But…”

He sighs, but it doesn’t seem to be out of sadness, or exasperation, or anything else that adults used to sigh at you for. “I wanted to give you this.”

You tense in surprise as his arms wrap around you.

Oh. He’s giving you a hug.

It feels strange. You’ve been hugged enough in the past while you’ve attended UA, and even then your mother had loved hugging you. Somehow, though, this is different than those types of things. It’s… warm, far warmer than most hugs, and it’s kind, and filled with gratitude.

It really reminds you of All Might’s hugs.

“Thank you.” Mr. Shimano repeats, and Kacchan, who is also being hugged, looks away. You wonder if he’s thinking about how he doesn’t quite remember what he did in that battle against Nine, or if perhaps he’s uncomfortable. He’d always been more popular than you, but you suspect he gets even less hugs across the years.

Mr. Shimano lets go after a few moments, and you smile at him. You sort of know how he feels. You’ve felt a similar gratitude to your classmates and teachers whenever they did something kind for you, a similar protectiveness when fighting Muscular and Overhaul with two different little kids on your back.

“Thank you.”

Kacchan scoffs once more, but it’s less proud. You suppose there’s only one thing that you can say, or at the very least one thing that Mr. Shimano would accept.

“You’re welcome,” you say, and you mean it.

#atlantis scrolls #my post #bnha #boko no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #mha heroes rising #heroes rising #bnha heroes rising #mr shimano #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #my fic

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