I Must Say... Some Submas Fans Might Want To Get Him-- His Sync Move Name Is, "Aim For Victory Bug Buzz".

I must say... Some Submas fans might want to get him-- his Sync Move name is, "Aim For Victory Bug Buzz".

"Aim For Victory" it sounds familiar... It's Emmet's sentence before battle on Multi or Super Multi Lines..

Multi/ Super Multi Lines (Before Battle):

Emmet: "Follow the rules. Safe driving! Follow the schedule. Everybody smile! Check safety. Everything's ready! Aim for victory! All aboard!"

I am targeting to get him first, since his passive make his Genesect move (Techno Blast) to hit super effective against 5 types; Fire, Water, Electric, Ice and Bug.. 😆

Plus, He could do pretty well with SC Ingo, since Ingo can provide Bug Zone for him.. 😁

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Updating every Tuesday and Thursday Chapter 3 of Lone Emmet and Cub AU !

Months have passed since the disappearance of the Smiling Vagabond. Around this time the Iceland forest seems to be changing. 

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I like the build up of this fanfic! 😆😆😆

Didn't expect the ending turned south, I do hope for continuation of this fic.. 🥺🥺🥺

You Know What They Say About Assumptions

"You know what this means," Emmet gave her a shit-eating grin. "The return of Emmie-" he struck a dorky pose.

So Elesa struck one, much more elegant, pose in kind, "And Ellie!"

"Team Gossip back in action," Emmet twirled around to turn on the big-screen monitor in the room, a Tynamo logo flickering to life. "Our newest operation: spying on a love-struck Subway Boss!"

Or; when Elesa's boyfriend, Ingo, starts acting strange her and Emmet come to the only conclusion possible; he must obviously be planning a proposal!

First fic of the year and predictably it's a crack ship XD The romance is really light in this one, so if you're not big on the ship you still might find it an enjoyable read (maybe)! I do not know what the name of this ship is called beyond Elesa/Ingo. Enjoy!

Word Length: 4369 Relevant Tags: Comedy, crack treated seriously, established relationship, marriage proposals, time travel, amnesiac Ingo

Do not tag as ship beyond the one actually listed. Doing so will incur an automatic and swift block.

Read it on AO3! Or below the cut! Enjoy!

Elesa knocked on the door to the twins' office, waiting to hear an allowance for her to come inside before opening it and going, "Hey Emmet?"

"I am Emmet, do you need something?" the Subway Boss looked up at her from where he was typing on his computer, a relaxed smile on his face but a questioning lilt to his voice. He was likely curious as to why Elesa was visiting him during lunch when she and his brother were using up their vacation time to spend the rest of the year together.

"Yeah," she crossed the room in a few easy steps before settling down in the office chair across from him. "Has Ingo seemed a bit... odd to you these last few days?"

"Not that I've noticed," he shrugged his shoulder, saving the document he was working on before he swiveled his chair in her direction, "Wouldn't you know more than me considering you live with him?" 

"I suppose," Elesa nervously nibbled on her bottom lip, teeth lightly scraping against it so that she wouldn't break the skin, "It's just that I was wondering if he said anything to you."

"Hm, not since he told me he was taking the following week off." Emmet checked his Xtrans just to confirm he was giving accurate information. "Your questions have me worried. Did something happen to make him act strangely?"

"You remember that thunderstorm last Friday?" Elesa asked him.

She watched as Emmet looked up in consideration before nodding. "Yup! I had to smooth down Galvantula's fur and rock Eelektross to calm him down. It made them verrry antsy. Too much energy to stay cooped up in the apartment. Why?"

"Well, after getting Cotton and Candy to settle down," she huffed at remembering the mischief her twin Emolgas got into by knocking down things from their shelves as they flitted about, "We went to sleep-"

"Gross."

"-and you know how long it takes for me to do that compared to your brother," she rolled her eyes at his interjection. "I was reading a novel- with that cute book light you gifted me during the solstice, thank you for that again."

"Of course," he preened. "Anything with Joltiks on it is a winner. The best of gifts from yours truly."

Elesa nodded in agreement because, well, it was the undeniable truth. Joltiks did make anything an instant hit. Even book lights. "As I was saying, I was reading a novel while he snored." She thought it was cute how he sounded like a train while he slept. That's how she perceived it at least, Emmet claimed it was like the horn on a boat- annoying and obtrusive- especially since Ingo slept like a log and wasn't easily woken up. "When a particularly loud crack of thunder woke him up and he tumbled off the bed. I was really concerned that he had hurt himself! It sounded like a rough landing."

"Did he tell you he was hurt?" Emmet asked.

"No, but then again he didn't say much of anything," she frowned, recalling the look he had given her as she crawled across the bed to look over the side. The expression of wide-eyed confusion he had given her and when he had looked down at himself, staring at his hands and clothes in bafflement. "He just got up and ran to the bathroom. When he returned he was frazzled and tense when he slipped back into bed."

"Hmm," Emmet used his thumb to rub at his curled pointer finger in thought, his fist closed. "That is bizarre. Ingo has never been afraid of thunderstorms before. How else has he been acting odd?"

"If it was spring I'd say he was getting ready to clean sweep the apartment with how he's been picking up and looking at everything," Elesa leaned back into her chair, breathing out of her nose as she crossed her arms. "Plus he's been so quiet this whole time, speaking at a softer volume." When he chose to speak at all that was.

"Ingo? My twin Ingo? That Ingo? Quiet?" Emmet's jaw dropped as he stared at her in disbelief.

"Yes!" Elesa could hardly believe it herself, after all her Ingo was so full of life that it was bursting out of his voice box at practically all hours of the day. But now he was as quiet as a Tandemaus that Elesa barely noticed he was in the same room as her, gazing at her as if she was some puzzle to solve.

"Ingo is never quiet... unless-!" Emmet exclaimed, eyes widening as his gloved hands came to cover his mouth.

"What?" What did he realize about her boyfriend that she didn't?

"No, it couldn't be," he muttered, shaking his head. "But it's the only thing that makes sense."

"Come on Emmet, tell me," she lept out of her seat to shake his shoulders.

He reached out his hands to place on her own shoulders in kind, drawing his head closer to hers. "Elesa. Ingo is only ever quiet when he is planning something that must be kept a secret."

"Yeah?" She knew this; having dated the man for so long now, Elesa knew that the only way he could keep a secret was if he zipped his mouth shut with great effort on his part.

"And your anniversary is in the summer," Emmet continued staring her down. "And your birthday was in November."

Where was he going with this?

Upon seeing that she was still clueless about what he was trying to lead her thoughts to, Emmet rolled his eyes and said, "What is the milestone that happens after a couple has been together for some time?"

"Marriag-" she cut herself off as her mind caught up to her brain.

Emmet smiled wildly, "Yes."

"No," she gasped in disbelief.

"What else could it be?"

"So you mean, my Swadloon Sweetie is going to propose to me this week," her cheeks turned bright red as she released Emmet's shoulders to turn around, hands slapping her face as she blushed.

"It makes sense," he snapped, a sound softened by the fabric of his gloves. "He took this week off to spend time with you, probably waiting for the perfect moment to get down on one knee and pop the question. And what better time of year to do it than winter in Nimbasa? I am Emmet and I am right!"

Elesa's heart pounded in her chest like a stampede of Bouffalant. She couldn't deny that Emmet's words were seeping into her mind and rattling about, painting a snowy proposal in her mind.

"Ingo is such a romantic," Emmet nodded, a pleased look on his face.

"If I'm to marry Ingo then that means-" she realized before springing around and embracing the other man. "Brother!"

"Sister!"

She nuzzled her cheek against his face, having to lean down slightly to do so as she was much taller than him. When she released him, she said, "Oh, I'm so excited! When do you think he's going to ask?"

"Probably at the end of the week, before the New Year," he commented.

That was too far away. "I wish he would ask me today... or that I would ask him first." After all, it was Elesa who had made the first move on Ingo, who had practically talked himself into circles before uttering nervously that he wished to go get a coffee with her sometime. Elesa had responded in kind by kissing his cheek and saying that it was a date- practically malfunctioning his flustered mind.

"You know Ingo, he likes to take his time with things," Emmet flapped his hand back and forth dismissively. "Milling about. That sort of thing."

"I wonder what ring he got me," knowing her sweetie he would probably make sure to get something that was non-conductive so that she could still wear it during Gym Battles. She sighed, "I know I have to be patient but the excitement might just short me out before he gets the chance to ask."

Her soon-to-be brother-in-law got a devious smirk on his face, "Who says you have to wait?"

"Huh?" she blinked. "What are you implying?"

"You want to see his preparations, yup, and I do too," his nosey side was coming out in full force knowing that Ingo was planning something without him. "So let's just follow him around this week to see what he buys, who he calls, yadda yadda."

"But won't that ruin the surprise?" Elesa asked, feeling neutral about the concept. Honest.

"Surprises are boring, knowing in advance is more fun," Emmet said, which was just about what she expected from the kind of guy who looked up movie plots before watching them.

"Hm," she weighed her options before her. On one hand, it probably wasn't good to spy on her boyfriend like this, especially when he was planning something momentous for their relationship going forward...

On the other hand, if she knew everything about the proposal beforehand then she could coordinate her outfit so that all of the pictures afterward would be perfect.

"Let's do it," she nodded a look of determination firm on her face.

"You know what this means," Emmet gave her a shit-eating grin. "The return of Emmie-" he struck a dorky pose.

So Elesa struck one, much more elegant, pose in kind, "And Ellie!"

"Team Gossip back in action," Emmet twirled around to turn on the big-screen monitor in the room, a Tynamo logo flickering to life. "Our newest operation: spying on a love-struck Subway Boss!"

Elesa placed her hands flat on top of his desk, eyes shining brilliantly as the two discussed the methods of her operation. Oh! She just couldn't wait to inform the girls about what was in store for her later this week!

"This is nice, isn't it?" Elesa asked as she wrapped her arms around Ingo, leaning into him as the lights of Nimbasa shone down below.

"Yes," he grunted, staring out of the window of the cart they were in. They were approaching the top of the Ferris wheel now and his heart was beating so fast that Elesa could practically feel its desperate attempt to escape his ribcage. He must be so nervous to pop the question.

Their spying on Ingo's whereabouts this past week had been a bust for the most part. For one, Ingo did not buy her ring at any of the stores in Castelia, which meant that he had probably bought it way in advance. That was disappointing as Elesa really wanted to see it and Emmet, as the future Best Man, wanted to make fun of his twin's choice of engagement rings.

The only thing that Ingo did buy was some sort of loom. Despite telling her what it was when he brought it back to their apartment, Elesa didn't see him weave anything on it, so she just shrugged it aside as an impulse buy. Not that her Swadloon Sweetie was a window-shopper but maybe the holidays had him hunkering for a new hobby outside of battling and trains. A New Years' resolution even. Who was Elesa to judge?

Emmet did however find out the location of the proposal. It didn't take much spy work to check the history on the desktop the couple shared, seeing as Ingo's password was the same as his childhood one. From there they were able to discover that Ingo had looked into the times that the Rondez-View operated (and somehow ignored the search that went 'what is a Ferris wheel?').

There was nothing more romantic in Nimbasa than the Rondez-View; a couples-only Ferris wheel. And it even held history between the two as Elesa first met the twins in this part of the city, before they got appointed as the Boss' of Gear Station and before she finally worked her way up the ranks to become a Gym Leader. The three of them had been friends for a while before Ingo started to swoon for her, so this place carried a very special place in her heart. And Elesa could think of no better area to propose.

Once their cart reached the very top of the Ferris wheel, Elesa looked away from her boyfriend, assuming that he would pull out the ring when she was gazing away from him so that she could turn around and be 'surprised' at his proposal.

But when she turned back around, Ingo was still staring dully out the window.

Hm. Was he freezing up again? Maybe she should give him a little push, even if it meant revealing that she had an inkling of an idea about what his plans were, "It's ok, sweetie, you can ask me."

"Ask you?" he turned to face her, voice radiating confusion.

"You know," she pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "The question. The one that's," hopefully, "on your mind right now."

"Oh," Ingo practically sagged in relief. "It's really ok for me to ask? You won't be offended?"

"Nothing you could ask would ever offend me, sweetie," Elesa said, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Good," Ingo took in a deep breath before asking, "Who are you?"

"Yes! Wait," Elesa lurched forward to embrace him but stopped herself, jolting awkwardly in her seat.

If Ingo had learned anything from the many joke books that she had given him as stocking stuffers over the years, then Elesa would ask what the punchline to that joke was, but she knew that Ingo still had a rudimentary grasp on the finer aspects of humor. Which meant that he wasn't joking. 

But if he wasn't joking then what did he mean by that question? Obviously, he knew who Elesa was, duh. So then...

Oh! Perhaps that was it. He wanted to test to see if marriage was even something that Elesa was interested in. They had talked about it once or twice, during the early days of their relationship when discussing boundaries and the like, and Elesa's opinion at the time had been 'not now, but in a couple of years.' And it had been a couple of years since then, and both of them were well off in their careers for it, but Elesa could still see and understand his hesitance.

So, she decided to answer his leading question with, "Who am I? Well, I'm your fiancée, Bounsweetie." 

Elesa expected a booming exclamation of jubilation, or even a heavy sigh of relief, but she was most certainly not expecting the way that Ingo's face paled and his eyes rolled up into his head as he murmured, "Oh, dear Sinnoh."

Before promptly fainting on her and knocking his head against the railing of the cart as he collapsed, the whole thing having happened so quickly that she wasn't able to catch him in time.

"Ingo?!"

Extra, from Ingo's Point of View:

The whole conundrum started after the first few months of Ingo's acceptance into the Pearl Clan. They were extraordinarily kind people if a bit old fashion by his standards- but then again, his standards were just a series of question marks and blank spaces so that didn't account for much of anything to the Hisuians- with a remarkably small population in the Icelands.

Perhaps that had been the problem. As once Warden Calaba, in conjunction with the other healers, definitively determined him as a middle-aged man and likely... there was no good way to put this without Ingo succumbing to an intense fluster... ahem, virile the public opinion took a strange turn on Ingo.

Whereas previously the elders didn't think much of him beyond that he was a stranger to their ways- one who was in desperate need of joining the children during schooling sessions- suddenly they were making comments like, "Oh, he is a rather polite man, isn't he?" and "Strong in the ways of Pokémon battling too, practically a warrior in the making."

And instead of being left alone to his own devices, Ingo was constantly getting introduced to various relatives of said elders. And since Ingo was a gentleman- or as the man in white would surely say a pushover- he entertained all these meetings. While his mind and soul curled up into a tiny ball in agony.

They were all lovely people, it was just that Ingo had zero interest in a relationship (his derailed mind practically bellowed at him that he could not, under no circumstances, 'cheat.' Cheat at what, however, he didn't know).

When Irida approached him with the idea that he become the warden to Sneasler at first he refused.

It was an immensely important position, as he had learned whilst sitting crisscross applesauce next to all the children of the clan, stooped forward so as not to intimidate the toddlers. It wouldn't be fair, or proper, for Ingo- a man who was effectively an outsider still to their traditions, even if he was getting educated slowly on that matter- to take on that role.

But Irida refused to take no for an answer and continued to list out the responsibilities that a warden required, hoping that one of them would entice him.

Including, "Of course, this does mean that you will be unable to marry during your tenure, however-"

That caused him to snap his head toward her and quickly say, "Sold," before she could change her mind about him as an applicant.

"Huh?" she had blinked, almost disbelieving that what Irida had assumed was her laying all the cards flat on the table so as to not seem deceitful about what he would have to give up should he rise to the station would end up being the winning sales point.

But what she didn't realize was that all Ingo heard was the perfect excuse to keep saying no to all the- absolutely wonderful, it wasn't them it was him- potential suitors the elders kept trying to hook him up with. Perfect timing too, as he was almost certain that he was running out of reasons on why he couldn't marry any single Pearl of reasonable age to his own.

Becoming a warden was about the best thing that had happened to Ingo in Hisui. And then it took second place after the Galaxy Team surveyor started helping him recover some memories through Pokémon battles.

That being said, Ingo expected to live out the rest of his life without forming a relationship with anyone.

So, you could give a fair estimate as to his surprise when he was suddenly sent back to his own time and promptly slammed into the carpeted floor of some random room, with a stranger- who was quite beautiful, please do not misconstrue his opinion on her- and in clothes that he had not been wearing moments prior.

And how speechless he became once he realized signs that he actually may or may not have been romantically involved with said stranger. Him; the confirmed bachelor of the Highlands.

Well, if there was one thing he was good at- well Ingo found that he was good at a quite many things if his modesty would permit him to say as such- it was going with the flow of things. That had been crucial during his time in Hisui.

Since his brain did not hiss at the idea that he was involved with this enchanting woman, it actually purred every time he remarked on her in his thoughts which must have been a good sign that he'd recover his memories soon... he hoped, Ingo got to work on weaving a marriage mat the way that the elders had insisted he learn... you know... just in case.

But first, he needed to find out what that giant metal wheel he could see from their housing was. It mystified him and he had to know its story.

Extra 2:

"So did he propose?" Caitlin asked, eyes lidded as she sipped her tea.

"No," Elesa glumly stared down at her slice of Cheri berry cake. "He fainted before he could so Emmet's with him in the hospital right now." Emmet had been on the scene prior to that disaster with a congratulations sign- one that he quickly dumped into the nearest trash can after seeing the nasty bump on his twin's head.

The assembly of Gym Leaders and Elite Four members sucked in a sharp hiss of air. Oh, and former Champion Cynthia was also there, having been on vacation in Unova conveniently in time to hear Elesa bemoan this whole situation.

"My condolences," Shauntal winced and pat her hand. "I can't say that I'm... surprised at this turn of events. For one normally so elegant in his prose, Boss Ingo does get rather undone when it comes to expressing himself romantically."

"You're telling me," Elesa shoved a spoonful of cake in her mouth to soothe her misery. She had been wearing such a magnificent outfit too. She pulled the spoon out of her mouth, with it pulling down on her bottom lip as she did, to comment, "He did ask Emmet to give me something in that small moment when he was conscious in the ambulance though."

"The ring?" Skyla asked, leaning forward.

Elesa wished. "No," she shook her head, twisting in her seat to pull out the folded object from her bag. "Apparently the loom he bought earlier in the week was to make this." She punctuated the last word by unfolding the object and showing off the pink mat. 

"It's a nice gesture but admittedly I'm confused about why he thought I would want this," Elesa hadn't mentioned needing a new mat recently, or at least she didn't.

Cynthia, who had been looking away for a second returned her gaze back toward Elesa and promptly spat out the tea she had been drinking, ignoring the shouts of the women around her to exclaim, "Is that a traditional marriage mat from the Pearl Clan?!"

"A what from the huh?"

She lunged across the table and pulled it out of her hands. The action frankly shocked Elesa at the suddenness of it so there wasn't much resistance on her end. Also, somewhere in between Cynthia noticing the mat and yanking it from her hold, she had put on clear latex gloves to hover over the mat reverently.

"This is remarkably preserved," Cynthia commented, inspecting the fabric. "Don't get me wrong, Sinnoh has a good climate for the longevity of textiles, but this doesn't look aged at all."

"Yes," Elesa was still stuck on the fact that the historian stole her gift from her hands. Dumbfounded she continued, "Because my boyfriend made it for me. Recently."

"Hm, I'd like to meet this boyfriend of yours then," Cynthia said idly, still analyzing the mat. "To recreate something like this he must have an extensive background on the history of Hisui."

"What?" Really? Her Ingo? She loved her Swadloon Sweetie dearly but history was very much not one of his strongest aspects, ironically enough.

"How can you tell?" Roxie asked, interest piqued by the turn of events.

"Well, for starters, he managed to perfectly recreate the family crest of Warden Ingo," Cynthia's gloved hand traced one of the shapes on the mat. She did not notice the befuddled looks the Unovans shared with each other. "It was traditional for the familial clans within the Pearl and Diamond Clans to have a symbol solely dedicated to themselves beyond that of the Palkia and Dialga insignias. Since Warden Ingo was an outsider and welcomed into the clan, he had no family to inherit a crest from, as one might expect. So that means he had to start his own, incorporating the iconography typically used to denote a 'foreigner' into the design... here, see?" her finger trailed down the shape.

"Cynthia-"

"And we know that this specific crest belongs to him due to the adjustments made to it during his warden initiation ceremony, where Sneasler symbols were added onto it," Cynthia tapped the vaguely Pokémon-like features. "You would only find this kind of design on warden clothing and personal items. Traditionally, Pearl Clan mats featured a heavy focus on curvilinear designs whereas the Diamond Clan had more geometric aspects, you could never confuse the two," she commented to Shauntal beside her. Cynthia laughed, "Wardens were exempt from this status quo as you could imagine how hard it would be to design an Electrode using only edges."

"Cynthia-"

"Now, there were never any preserved marriage mats for Warden Ingo before or after his brief tenure as Warden of the Ride Pokémon Sneasler," she continued her lecture, not even considering the anxious looks the women were throwing to the other end of the table. "Not because it was forbidden for wardens to marry at that time- that rule was actually discarded during the unification of Sinnoh, the time period he lived in- but because allegedly he disappeared one day. Historians also claimed that he preferred the bachelor life and was just 'good friends' with the other bachelor of the Highlands, and you all know what that really means regarding the sexuality of historical-"

"CYNTHIA!"

"Oh," Cynthia blinked, coming out of historian mode. "Yes, Elesa?"

Elesa's eye twitched, as she asked, "Could you repeat the name of this historical figure for me?"

"Certainly, although if you had been listening attentively you would have heard me say it more than once," she mumbled the latter half. "The warden in question is Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan."

Elesa chose to have faith that everything her friend had said was just a huge coincidence, but just to make sure she asked, "Do you have a picture of this guy that I could see?"

"Certainly, just one moment," Cynthia pulled out her Rotom phone before turning it around to show Elesa her search. "This is just one of the many photos taken of him in Jubilife Village."

All of the Unovans' jaws dropped. They all turned to stare at Elesa slowly. A pin could drop and everyone would hear it in the room from how quiet it was.

"Your boyfriend seems like a fan of his," Cynthia continued blithely. "What's his name again? Maybe we could chat."

Predictably, Elesa screamed into her hands.

This is sooo good and well written! 😆😆😆

How he, an amnesiac man described how beautiful Elesa is melted my heart (although I am not Elesa😂😂😂).. 🥺🥺🥺

A few days after Ingo reappears in Nimbasa City, Elesa comes to his hospital room to reintroduce herself… and to reveal something to him.

Ingo/Elesa, last fic of the year!

❤️🤍❤️🤍

Kabu for a request from twt

3 hours into collecting every replacement ingo post into a slideshow for. no apparent reason