#(he's not even a warden yet but he and emmet are just so closely tuned together that on some non-audio level he Heard It)

[harveyb-wabbit92]

Subway bosses scenarios: Warden Ingo & daughter! reader

[So in place of Dawn, Ingo's 13 year old daughter Y/n ends up in Hisui instead, and she is both happy and absolutely crushed that she found her dad...But he doesn't remember her, until something happens that snaps Ingo's mind back on track!]

{TW: near death experience, past character death, vomiting, blood.}

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Y/n yawned as she woke up and checked her Arc-phone to check the time 06:45 in the morning a little early start then usual, her internal clock must've reset back to Unova time... her dad would wake up the whole house at around this time, bellowing for her uncle Emmet to wake up for work. Y/n eventually learned to tune him out, but the mental reaction was still there.

Sometimes she could still her her dads voice booming in her head. "Rise and Shine! or Time to be alive Emmet!" making the tween jolt awake expecting to be in her bedroom in Unova, with her dad's Excadrill and uncle's Archeops sleeping curled up next to her while uncle Emmet knocks on her door telling her to go back to sleep. That all seems like a distant memory for the tween as she got up from the lumpy futon ingoing the way her plainly joints protested as she stood up and stretched. "I'm too young to be feeling this old..."Y/n moaned wincing as her back popped.

She woke up Zigil [pronounced; Sigil it's a Zygarde 10%] Don't bother asking Y/n where this odd dog dragon Pokémon thing came from, she's not even sure where it came from! She just found it one day while out on a hike it was tired and weak, she caught it without thinking, took it back home and nursed it back to health...

Zigil was the only Pokémon from her time that came with her, she's grateful for that, It always protects her when things get dicey, Zigil yipped as Y/n's Machoke helped her get dressed in her Galaxy uniform, the wrap was hard to get tight get around her waist, he helps her with that, after she was dressed put Machoke back in his ball, the tween was fixing her scarf when a knock came to the door.

Y/n assumed it was Rei coming to wake her up, she quickly put on a hat/ tied her hair back and went to greet the boy, only what was waiting for her outside was the last thing Y/n Trevithick was expecting, in seconds her blood ran cold and her body suddenly felt light and heavy all at the same time, because the person waiting outside her house that morning wasn't Rei...It was her father. The father that disappeared almost 2 years ago! the father she and her uncle were forced to accept was dead and held funeral for! Y/n's ears were ringing as her father spoke up.

"Good morning, good lady who fell from the sky! "

"Er..."

"Commander Kamado told me to let you know he awaits your arrival in his office."

"than..yo..."

Y/n mumbled incoherently and sluggishly made her way to Galaxy hall with Zigil following after her, Ingo looked at the young girl concerned she almost looked ill, he chalked it up to her being tired since it was very early in morning and went to the village training grounds, hopefully the girl's mood will improve later... Needless to say, Y/n's demeanor towards the poison-type warden did not change, she was like skittish Stantler around him! would keep her distance and did whatever it took to avoid him, which confused Ingo because as far as he knows he's never met Y/n before... So her behavior around him was unwarranted. 

He brought this up to Laventon as the two seemed close... Which roiled Ingo's gears, don't get the Warden wrong! Laventon was good person, but... seeing him being so close and fatherly towards Y/n, It made Ingo feel confused... it felt like the professor had stolen something from him and it frustrated Ingo to no end! but yet, here the warden was! Asking Laventon about Y/n's apparent abhorrence towards him.

Needless to say, the good professor was just as lost as Ingo was! this was out of character for Y/n, then the Galarian man thought of something, children tend to act out when they've been hurt or traumatized... "Maybe you remind Y/n of someone? and they weren't good to her." Ingo's stomach churned hotly the thought of someone harming Y/n... 

"Urg.." Ingo hissed as pain bloomed in his head; he started seeing flashes of a woman's funeral, there was a crying toddler wearing a black dress standing next to him, a little girl, her arms reaching out to him. Ingo picked her up and comforted her. **shh, It's alright __/__..., I'm not going anywhere, I promise...**... Ingo was pulled out by Laventon grabbing him by the shoulders keeping him steady as the warden looked like he was about to pass out.

 "...den, Warden Ingo, can you hear me?" the professor asked looking at Ingo very concerned. "I..., My apologies professor, I need to make an unscheduled departure." Before Laventon could stop the dazed warden Ingo was sprinting for the village gates, his mind was swirling as he made combeeline towards direction of the obsidian fieldlands, Ingo didn't care if he had to walk all night, he needed to get to Y/n... he needed answers!

Ingo's head suddenly erupted in pain again as he had another vision, this time he was arguing with same child from earlier, but she was older now about 8-10 years old, and dressed like she was going on a long trip. 

"You're not going anywhere --/-- and that's final!" he huffed slamming his fist on a table, The girl started crying and calling him unfair and told him she hated him before running off to her room! while the man who looked Ingo tried to reason with him, but he told E^T to butt-out! he was --/--'s father not him! 

Then the vision went away, Ingo felt dizzy winced as he leaned against a tree trying not to vomit... he was father? Ingo let out shuddering gasp he took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair.

After a few seconds of composing him, Ingo continued on is journey to the field lands only to find Y/n wasn't at either base camp. "She still not back?" Ingo inquired trying not to show his annoyance that Y/n was still out in the fields this late at night! Ingo was going to send his Magnezone to go look for the tween, when suddenly "Zy-zy!" a Pokémon's bark caused Ingo whirled around to see that strange Pokémon that was always with Y/n... the warden's stomach felt like like it was full of sand as another flashed went through his head of a woman's broken body laying unmoving under cold gaze of an enraged Steelix....

Zigil led Ingo to the cave where it had dragged Y/n to, a few wild Machops and a Happiny stood around her looking concerned, one of the Machops tried to give the girl a berry, but she was into much pain open her mouth, the baby Pokémon heard footsteps and all scattered when they saw Zigil and Ingo running in to cave.

Ingo's legs felt like jelly as he walked over to the curled up teen, he collapsed on his knees and hesitantly turned Y/n over she tried to protest but coughed up purple bile, she was poisoned.... "Just relax..." Ingo said in a shuddering voice as he turned Y/n on to her side and winced when he saw the poisoned barb sticking out of her hip, he needed to pull it out...Ingo pulled Y/n into his lap, She was weakly shaking her head as she felt Ingo grasp the poison barb, the warden took a deep breath.. and yanked.

The scream that came from Y/n was push the amnesiac needed because Ingo in seconds Ingo was squeezing the tween in a bone breaking hug. "I'm sorry, Y/n, I'm so sorry. " He sobbed and pulled away from her  he set her down and searched his jacket before finding an antidote, when Y/n suddenly reached up grabbed his arm. "Dadd..y." she whimpered weakly, Ingo started begging her to stay awake! before very thing black for her...

Cut to Y/n waking up to a loud crash a bellowing voice shouting "...HOW DARE YOU?!" the tween weakly looked around she was in the Galaxy hall Clinic, she saw her father being held back by Adaman and Melli while a stunned Kamado was sprawled out on the floor holding a very obvious bloody nose, Cyllene awkwardly stood by the commander. though, Y/n swore she saw anger in the captain’s eyes directed at the commander as she helped him stand up. "MY DAUGHTER ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF YOU! SHE NEEDS BEDREST, NOT A FUCKING INTERROGATION!" Ingo snarled he glared at Kamado with pure rage he was going strangle Kamado if it weren't for Melli and Adaman restraining him.

"Glad to see we agree on something, Warden Ingo..." Adaman hissed shooting the Galaxy commander at glare along with pretty much everyone else in the room, "Commander, please...Just let her rest." Cyllene pressed squeezing the older man's shoulder. Kamado could see he wasn't going to be getting his way and sighed. "Fine, but the second she's on her feet it’s back to the fields with her..." he huffed and leaving the clinic.  Anise followed after him to fix his nose. As soon as the commander was gone, some of the Galaxy members gave Ingo a nod, a few whispered "Bout time..." it was no secret that few of the members had been wanting to punch Kamado in the face for years! But never had the balls to do it.

Ingo relaxed as everyone left the room, he looked back at his daughter’s cot noticed Y/n watching was awake and watching him, before she could blink her dad was by her side in seconds grasping her hand. "Hey... how's my little passenger?" he asked pushing some hair out of her face, Y/n's eyes widened hearing her old nickname leave her dad's lips. "y..u emmber ..e?" Y/n grimaced pain and confusion as her voice and words came out a jumbled mess. "Your throat was damaged from the poison." Ingo explained it'll get better in few days.

Y/n relaxed but the scene the tween woken up to was bothering her. "M...in tromble?" the teen slurred warily as she heard the tail-end of Ingo and Kamado's confrontation. "No...no, Nothing like that! The commander was just... curious about your recovery." her father said coolly, but his jaw tightened as if he just ate something sour. "And we had bit of a disagreement about it, It's all fine now." He assured the father and daughter chatted for a few hours mainly apologies, Ingo was beside himself with guilt that he'd forgotten his family, and had missed two years of his daughter's life! Then they discussed living arrangements.

Ingo wouldn't blame Y/n if she stayed Jubilife, at least she'd be safer here, but Y/n was insistent she wanted to stay with him, she pretty told her dad everything, everyone outside of Rei and Laventon, don't like or trust her, he never experienced it due to his ties with the Pearl Clan but Y/n is ostracized and under constant scrutiny by Kamado and villagers.

Hell, Beni had threaten kill her if she even thought about crossing or betraying Commander Kamado... "Trust me, Beni won't touch you." Ingo said patting her on the head since Y/n is Warden Ingo's daughter that made Y/n part of the Pearl Clan, she was practically untouchable, So, unless Kamado wanted to lose favor with Irida, he'd best keep Beni on a short and tight leash! From then on the father and daughter were inseparable, Ingo was almost always with Y/n during excursions, which made go faster and a hell of a lot easier for them to find the way home.

Cut to couple months later back in Unova, Ingo and Y/n were cringing hard as they heard exaggerated stories of themselves being retold by clueless "Experts" on the tv, Emmet and Elesa kept laughing and shushing them, loving every bit of their embarrassment,.  

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon legends arceus #submas #warden ingo #subway boss ingo #daughter! reader #Dad! Ingo #clan leader adaman #warden melli #commander kamado #captain cyllene #subway boss emmet #uncle Emmet

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

...you guys want fluff? I’ll give you guys some fluff. Context for this is that it directly follows Welcome Home, Said the World, but I don’t think I’m ever going to get around to completing it in any satisfactory way. If you like Tao twins, this is going to be up your alley. There are actually two other sections I might consider posting another day, but this is the establishing chunk.

As usual, placeholders abound and things skip around a lot.

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For some time, the only thing Emmet could think was that it was drafty. Either he’d forgotten an open window somewhere-- which was a huge safety violation, unbefitting of a Subway Boss-- or Chandelure had smuggled herself into his bedroom.

Eventually, he mustered the willpower to crack his eyes open, and realized that neither of these was true.

He had no worldly idea where he was. It was dark and cold, and, when he tilted his head back, there was a distressingly large hole in the wall behind him.

...he didn’t have the brainpower to deal with this right now. Emmet closed his eyes, laced his fingers with the hand pressed against his, and breathed, focusing on the crisp, undisturbed air.

That last point came to an abrupt halt as the hand he was holding squeezed back.

It was around then that Emmet realized he could remember his deal with Arceus. While the jury was out on where he’d been flung through time and space, he knew who he was, he knew what he’d been doing prior to this, and he knew--

With a burst of energy he hadn’t possessed seventeen seconds ago, he flung himself upright, dragging his dazed twin along with him. Unwilling to lose the point of contact between them, he bit his glove’s pointer finger and tugged it loose, dropping it without a second thought. He needed to make sure-- needed to be sure.

Ingo seemed to tune into reality around the time the second hand-- still gloved in Emmet’s haste-- found the other side of his face and, belatedly, Emmet realized how much of an invasion this was. He’d gone into this knowing that most texts focused on The Warden Ingo’s battle prowess, bond with Lady Sneasler, and amnesia, in that order. He was about to draw away, to content himself with the [contact] he’d already stolen, when his brother’s eyes lit up and he moved to mirror the gesture.

It wasn’t enough, and, within seconds, Emmet found himself bundled into Ingo’s arms. He gleefully returned it, curling one gloved fist and one bare into the tattered fabric under his hands.

“What happened, Emmet?” Ingo said into the space between Emmet’s neck and his collar; it was muffled, quieter than it should have been, but the content was so much more important than that. “Who hurt you?”

“Fuck if I know!” He said brightly, so [happy] he could have-- oh. No, he was crying, wasn’t he? Didn’t matter! Didn’t matter! The only person around to see was Ingo-- Ingo was here!-- and he was allowed.

Ingo gave a halfhearted objection, which turned into a sympathetic noise by the end of the sentence. With a deep, shuddering breath, he emerged from where he’d been stifling his own [emotions idk].

Emmet wasted no time in bumping their heads together, “You remembered my name.”

“I remember your name.”

[…]

He knew they ought to get going-- Arceus only knew where or when they might be, and the state of the room around them was a bad omen-- but he couldn’t let go. Not just yet. With fortuitous timing, Ingo settled his head on Emmet’s shoulder, which was all the excuse Emmet needed.

He followed suit, resting against his brother, and finally-- finally-- let go of the [idk] he’d been holding onto since [w/e], basking in how right this felt. Even after all this time, they were still a perfect match.

[…]

There was a tingle of ozone in the air. That was an incredibly blatant clue that they needed to get going, before the Pokemon it was attached to decided to make an appearance. He opened his eyes and made to pull back, intending to give voice to the thought, but didn’t make it much further than that first step.

A large black wing was obstructing most of his vision. What little it wasn’t taking up was, instead, occupied by something white and feathered.

...he was [relatively] certain, based on the relative positions, that that was where his hand was supposed to be. He flexed his fingers. Four claws obliged him, scratching harmlessly against the dark plating beneath them.

“I know. We have an obligation to find whatever is burning and ensure that it’s extinguished.” Ingo sighed. The carapace Emmet was leaning against rumbled in time with his words.

The pressure on his shoulder lifted. It was followed by a [idk], “Uh…?” and a feeling not unlike fingers carding through his hair, but along the back of his neck.

“Emmet?”

“I am Emmet,” He said, half on instinct and half as a grounding mechanism, “I… am aware.”

[…]

It was odd that neither of them had noticed sooner. Even more odd that Ingo’s weight had still felt perfect in his arms… wings? Both? Emmet lifted, and then dropped one of the appendages in question. He was going to go with ‘both’.

[…]

Ingo was far too close to the hole in the wall. Without being able to voice why, exactly, it made him uneasy, Emmet cut between them and tried to herd his brother away from it. Apart from the mildly puzzled look, Ingo didn’t argue.

[...]

So, of course, that was when Iris tore into the room, in full champion regalia.

“What the--”

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One of the Unovan Elite Four and Champion’s duties-- added just before Alder retired-- was to monitor activity in the Plasma compound. It had never been a problem before-- the worst that happened was a trainer got turned around, ended up in that one partially-exposed hallway and subsequently had to be collected-- but there was a first time for everything.

Usually, it was safe enough for a single staff member to delve down and retrieve whoever had gotten lost, but the seismic sensors suggested it was something big; though they could be a bit trigger happy, this seemed beyond the scope of a false alarm.

Iris didn’t know why, but there was something exciting about the prospect, so off she went, along with Marshal, to investigate.

It wasn’t that she hoped Team Plasma was trying to make a resurgence-- more that Iris knew what the old castle was like, and thought that maybe, just maybe, a dragon might have taken up residence.

(She wasn’t that far from the truth, but she wasn’t very close, either.)

They split up at the hallway, Marshal taking the lower path and Iris following to upper floor, once she verified that there wasn’t anything amiss in the creepy little kid’s room. Beyond, you know. The obvious.

As she reached the landing there was a [sound] from the central [hall/room], and she sped up, rounding the corner with a velocity that sent her skirts flying a completely different direction. Dim though the old castle was, this room was lit well-- if [weird, but it starts with im?]-- enough, due to embers and sparks at the far side.

For a second, she was certain she’d been right. A Pokemon was living here!

Then she realized what, exactly, she was looking at, and two things happened: she dropped one hand to Hydreigon’s pokeball, and [tag], “What the fuck?”

Reshiram and Zekrom’s heads shot up. In unison, with her brothers’ voices, they shouted, “Language!”

There was a beat of silence. While Reshiram continued to stare at Iris, Zekrom’s attention defaulted to its counterpart, to whom it [grumbled] something incomprehensible. Reshiram tossed its head and gave a petulant hiss; Zekrom rumbled something that was either thunder or laughter in response.

Iris had no idea if they were being friendly with one another or about to start fighting. It was behavior like nothing she’d seen in her dragons, and she didn’t dare let go of Hydreigon’s pokeball until she’d narrowed it down. And-- and they were making noises like regular Pokemon now, but what about before? What was that about?!

The pair were at the far end of the room, at least, giving her plenty of space to work with, and she slowly crept the tiniest bit closer. They kept an eye on her, but something about her presence seemed to introduce an energy that hadn’t been there before; Reshiram lunged at its counterpart, and Iris flung Hydreigon into the fray on instinct. She was frantically trying to figure out which dragon’s side she was supposed to be on when she realized that it didn’t seem to be an attack at all, and that Zekrom had easily caught it under the wings.

Hydreigon hovered uncertainly, waiting for Iris to give her a command. The other two dragons stared until, finally, Reshiram said, “That is verrrry rude. I do not sic Haxorus on you when you [w/e].”

[...]

Fears all but evaporated, Iris hefted her skirt’s train and dashed over, skidding to a halt far closer than was wise. She raised a hand and looked up, silently asking permission.

Emmet sighed. “If you must.”

Quickly, so as not to press her luck or make him uncomfortable, Iris ruffled the nearest bit of fur in reach. It was thick, and also longer than she’d expected. Her hand disappeared up to the wrist before she pulled it back.

She was unaware of Zekrom watching over his wing until it said, conversationally, “You’re… Iris, aren’t you?”

The question immediately perked Emmet up, and he barked something Iris couldn’t understand to Zekrom, knocking their heads together affectionately.

If the gears hadn’t been turning before, they definitely were now. Her brothers were identical in all but mannerisms, voices included. Zekrom spoke with Emmet’s voice, but also didn’t, because Emmet didn’t talk like that. Reshiram and Zekrom were, famously, a matched set, and if Emmet was Reshiram-- if he’d been acting so familiar with Zekrom…

“I-- yeah, I am.” She squeaked, and ducked Emmet’s wing to draw nearer to the subject of her attention, “...Ingo?”

“Yes?”

“Holy shit.” Iris breathed, repeating the gesture she’d offered Emmet and, in addition to the go-ahead, was offered an armored hand. Her eyes gleamed and she took the opportunity, running her own hands over every inch of his wrist plating.

“You’re a horrible influence.” He said over her head, “I hope you realize that.”

[...]

She looped her arms around the arm in a makeshift hug, resting her head against it.

“You’re here,” / “Emmet really did it. He really brought you home.”

[...]

“Be gentle.” Emmet said, failing spectacularly at heeding his own advice, “A bastard of a Pokemon decided to play with his mind.”

“Why do I even bother?” Ingo said in the background, sounding more amused than put upon.

[...]

“What happened?”

“Made a deal with Arceus.” Emmet said cheerfully.

After a brief hesitation to [consider that], Ingo added, “I did the same.”

“I was speaking for both of us.” / “I am well aware of what you did.”

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #writing scraps

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

I was reading up on your warden Emmet posts and was thinking of when zoruark had decided to make Emmet his warden and gave him the celistica flute, Emmet didn’t know the little tune you were expected to play or even how to play the flute, so he just gently blows into it a bit because he’s being watched expectantly. The nobles across Hisui sort of get a tingle up their spine, but it’s easily ignored. Zoruark kinda laughs at him and does his best to mime something like “I’m old, my hearing isn’t what it used to be. Maybe try to be louder.” Emmet catches on and tries again, blowing into it harder and making a louder sound. The nobles sort of perk up, because they definitely heard something that time. Zoruark somehow conveys a “is that the best you can do?” And Emmet, not one to step down from a challenge, puts his heart into it and makes an impossibly loud train whistle of a noise, but successfully opens his heart to Zoruark and completes the ceremony to receive his warden’s bracelet. Meanwhile, across Hisui, the rest of the nobles are shook, because a new warden has just appeared, and none of them know who or where he is.

oh my godddd imagine if there's some sort of special tone you have to do with the celestica flute to like, activate it and become Formally the Warden (probably the game boot trill). and it's a whole process between emmet and lord zoroark, bc obviously zoroark can't just TELL him "you have to play the tune like this so that we can be bonded and i can find you" so emmet is just sort of. call-and-responsing with zoroark's bad flute imitation, slowly refining it and getting closer and closer to the proper tone, until finally he hits it, at the just the right volume and pitch. and he feels a little sort of, tingle in his hands, a new little +1 ability in his head, but it's easily ignored because zoroark is super enthusiastic now! and now it wants him to wear a bracelet for some reason! sure, why not, his life is already so goddamn weird!

HOWEVER that first tone also echoes out to Every Noble And Warden, as a way to let them know that a new warden has been named. so everyone proceeds to lose their fucking minds because they know what all the wardens sound like, there's no reason a new one should be named right now, but that flute and that voice matched none of them who the fuck was that

#the nemesis answers #the nemesis speaks #anonymous #warden emmet au #lord zoroark #some rando stranger @everyones your gc wyd #also now emmet can hear the other warden calls because he Officially Is One #so sometimes he'll be out gathering berries or w/e and suddenly a flute! #but he still has no context for wardens or celestica so he's just like 'guess i'm hallucinating!' #adds that to his long long list of concerns and goes on with his day #yall i have so many Thoughts about wardens. and nobles. and flutes. there's so much worldbuilding meat #(at the same time as the call goes out ingo gets an inexplicable urge to be on mount coronet Right Fucking Now) #(he's not even a warden yet but he and emmet are just so closely tuned together that on some non-audio level he Heard It)