Based on this post, the side plot that’s been stealing all my attention

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Zekrom is tired. He’s been tired for what feels like an age. Splitting from his other half. The war. Fighting his own people. Reshiram winning back his heart stone. Becoming kings.

It’s been so much.

He just wants to sleep.

He doesn’t think he’d sleep so long as to end up in a new age though.

Fashioning a nest on top of the long plush not-throne that smells like home and the strange but familiar smelling coat where he found his heart stone hidden away in a secret chest pocket leaves him feeling a little more secure after something rattled his stone enough to wake him.

“Ingo?” The name is unfamiliar but the voice, clipped and energetic yet missing that building edge of stress and irritation, is one he’d recognize anywhere.

He croons back, wariness crackling down his spine and charging the air around him.

Loud footsteps rush down the hall. Reshiram slides into the room on soft socks and scrambles over, his own chirr of worry rusty and squawking at the end. He’s different than Zekrom remembers him.

His eyes are yes brighter and free of the dark marks from too many nights up ruling a country that was suddenly theirs. He’s wearing a simple buttoned shirt, so different from the layers and armor they usually don. Perhaps the most glaring difference is how soft he is, fluttering over Zekrom with worry and confusion clear on his face. This is not King Reshiram, god of Truth, conquerer of Ideals. But it is his brother, his other half, his eternal love. It’s in his every move as Reshiram- Emmet, he insists, blankets him in dozens of tiny squirming Joltiks. The bugs latch on with fuzzy legs and ticklish fangs, eating up all the anxious, wary electricity leaking from him, leaving him relaxed for the first time in months.

Emmet stands on the floor before him, declining his invitation to cuddle with him and the Joltiks. There’s that quiet strength, shining bright in his eyes as he paces back and forth, gathering his thoughts. He pauses for a moment, that far away look on his face when he would feel for his heart stone in the past, before he turns to Zekrom full of questions.