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Can we have Ingo comforting the reader during a storm?

It was just a storm. It wasn’t going to hurt you. Just light and noise. You were safe. No amount of telling yourself that kept you from leaping out of your skin at every blinding flash that lit up your room and every crackling boom that shook the walls. You sat in your bedroom, a trembling heap of blanket curled up in the middle of your bed.

It was dark. The overhead light and the TV had provided some comfort before the power abruptly went out. The storm had full reign on your nerves then. You had quickly retreated to your bedroom and threw the blanket over your head. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands covered your ears to desperately drown out the turbulent weather.

Your eyes cracked open during a quiet moment to see a floating ray of light cast over you. It moved forward. The edge of the bed dipped as new weight was added. Something gently touched your shoulder.

“I thought you might have been asleep…” A familiar voice spoke. “But you’re too shaky for that. You pulled the blanket away to see Ingo sitting on the edge of the bed. His face was illuminated by the glow of the flashlight that now sat on the mattress. He kept his hand on your shoulder. It carried a pleasant warmth. “The power went out at the gear station as well. The generators didn’t kick in so we were all told to head home until the power returns.” His mouth opened to continue speaking but he was cut off by another bright flash of lightning that made the room glow. You went back under the blanket and braced for the rumbling and crackling resonance that soon followed it. You could hear Ingo hum thoughtfully after the racket passed. The weight on the bed shifted and the mass that was suddenly at your side told you that he had laid down beside you. “Would it help if I talked to you? I do have a bit of gossip to share…” He laughed as you nodded enthusiastically underneath the blanket. While not one to partake himself, he knew how much you liked listening when Emmet went on about the latest happenings among the depot agents. It was like listening to a soap opera he had to admit. He began to speak. You listened. Tales of an epic love triangle happening right under the noses of the people who worked at and frequented the gear station captivated your attention. Rebecca was trying to flirt with Carl but was completely oblivious to the attentions of Jonathan. In a surprising twist, Carl might like Jonathan but is too shy to say anything. It’s obvious to everyone when Carl and Jonathan take lunched together, but the moment Rebecca shows up, Carl looks like a kicked puppy, Jonathan is beaming at Rebecca, and Rebecca is desperately trying to chat up Carl. Unfortunately, it comes off as Rebecca trying to keep Carl included but secretly wants him to leave. It’s such a mess. Ingo and Emmet have wondered why they have not come clean and formed a polycule but have determined the possibility that communication is not a strong point for any of them. Ingo wonders if they should run a job performance evaluation on them since communication is such an important part of being a depot agent and interacting with the public. Emmet is against it since conveying feelings to your peers is very different from public relations… You had only noticed the storm had passed when the overhead light came on and the TV in the living room came to life since you had the volume up to attempt to drown out the storm. You and Ingo both scrambled off the bed and into the living room. Ingo beat you to the remote and lowered the volume. You both stood there and laughed. “That’s the end of the storm…” Ingo smiled looking up at the lights on the ceiling. It didn’t take long for his phone to begin to buzz. He looked at it and his smile faded slightly as he answered. “Subway Master Ingo… Yes… Yes, the power just came on here as well. Oh? Yes. That sounds like the safest option. Thank you for updating me.” Ingo hung up the phone and looked to you. “Seems they want to keep the gear station down until the issue with the generators is figured out in case the power blinks off again. Care to watch a movie with me? I can make popcorn.” The rest of the evening was spent watching some flick that was picked at random. It was more of an excuse to just sit together and enjoy one another’s company with snacks. That suited you just fine.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lavellan/Rylen (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan/Rylen (Dragon Age), Rylen (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Rylen (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Inquisition Agent(s) (Dragon Age), Inquisitor's Family (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Porn with Feelings, Marriage Proposal, Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Tender Sex, Tender aftercare, non-inquistor lavellan, Scout Lavellan - Freeform Series: Part 1 of Forgotten Ones AU Summary:

During their time working together in the Western Approach, Knight-Captain Rylen and scout Ariadne Lavellan have come to care deeply for one another, but have yet to say those three little words. A soggy mission to the Storm Coast finally gives them the chance to sort out their feelings and look towards the future. **** A HUGE chunk of credit goes to my best friend, eurogabby, for helping me create this lovely scene and the AU that gave it life. Thank you my wonderful friend. I hope you enjoy this! <3

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Heatwave

Yet another commission from the great @whenyousleepbaby

Remember to tell them thank you for the food!

CW

-Sweat -Thigh sex

18+ below the cut. Enjoy!

The moment the streamers attached to the vent grates fell lifeless, a flood of despair filled the gear station. It was the hottest time of year, not to mention the busiest. With the loss of the air conditioning however, services had to be suspended in multiple areas for sake of safety.

Only a few lines were left open. Both battle lines were shut down. For once in their careers, Ingo and Emmet found themselves idling more than they would have liked.

It was a meager blessing. Despite the sudden lose of work eliciting their more antsy behaviors, Ingo and Emmet could trade off so they weren’t both suffering in the heat.

Ingo went through his usual checklist before bidding his brother good-bye and good luck. It was his day to go cool off. He greeted you with his usual cat-like smile when he met you outside the gear station. He thought of how sweet you were to walk with hims even in this heat.

Ingo thought to put his arm around you but thought better of it. He could feel the sweat making his white dress shirt cling to his skin. He was thankful his undershirt was leaving at least a little to the imagination through the thin wet fabric. Even holding your hand made him worry he was making you uncomfortable.

Once through the door of your shared apartment, Ingo wasted no time in peeling the offending garments from his body. He had planned to sprawl out on the couch and thank Arceus for modern home acclimation systems but you had other ideas.

He was struck dumb by you pulling him into the bedroom and pushing him onto the bed. Sweat was still glistening on his chest as you undressed in front of him and almost clawed his pants off his legs. You shared a knowing look. A nod was all it took for the clothes to leave his body via your ministrations.

In no time at all, you were on him, bouncing on his length like it had been months since your last private moment together. You groaned out how lovely he looked all shining with sweat. How the hints of skin peaking though the cloth that clung to him had driven you wild. Ingo’s already rosy skin seemed to grow an even deeper shade of red at the sound of your proclamations. The rush of it all hit him quickly. His fingers pressed into your thigh as he clenched his hands into the flesh. He could feel his eyes wanting to roll backwards as he swiftly approached climax.

A flash of almost panic filled him as you pulled off of him suddenly, only to spread his legs apart and tuck him between your thighs. You moved against him, the slickness between your thighs yanking him right back to the precipice. You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders, almost pinning him down to the bed and you had your way with him.

Ingo’s mind blanked completely as he released. The hot spend coated your thighs wonderfully. His head fell backwards weakly as his vision swam from it all. Was it the sex or heatstroke finally claiming him? His vision was suddenly obstructed by your face as you began to peck kisses across his face. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sensation.

“Dearest… I had come home to cool off…”

“Then stop being so hot.”

Ingo could not keep the loud guffaw that escaped him back at all. He realized he walked right into that one. He wrapped his arms around you and laughed. “I’m afraid that’s just as possible for me as it is for you… Perhaps we could both try by sharing a shower?” It seemed that not much cooling off was happening today.

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Ingo comfort cuddles? Reader had a rough day and all they want is to be held for a little while (please and thank you, and no rush. Take all the time you need to get through other things first.)

You could hear the movement in the next room. The clunking of shoes hitting the floor as they were pulled off and the long exhausted sigh that accompanied it. You had expected to hear the trademark “Dearest, I’m home!” but that didn’t come this time. You peeked you head out of the bedroom to see Ingo looking like he was melting into the sofa. His head was back and his eyes were closed. His shirt was unbuttoned and his tie was only halfway untied. You padded over slowly and touched his cheek lightly. He groaned, deep and agonizing.

“Hello, dearest…”

His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Your time with him told you immediately why that was. He had a headache. It wasn’t unheard of. Even though he and Emmet seemed to have an unnatural resistance to the loudness of a busy train station, they still sometimes showed holes in their armor. You rubbed his temples gently as you spoke.

“Don’t stay out here. Go to bed. I’ll draw the curtains so you can rest easier.”

He nodded as you took his hand and helped him up. He played limp and useless as you guided him to the bedroom. Obviously he was putting on, but you weren’t going to call him out on it.

Clothing was peeled off and Ingo laid down in the bed. He rubbed his face gratefully into the cool fabric of the pillow as you pulled the blanket up onto him. You tried to turn and walk away but a hand grabbing the back of your shirt and yanking you backwards foiled that plan. You were immediately claimed by the blanket and his arms as he nuzzled into the back of your neck.

“Stay? Just for a few minutes?” He pleaded. Ingo sounding so quiet and pitiful made it hard to say no. You nodded and got comfortable. You figured you could spare a few minutes before going to make dinner.

It didn’t take long before Ingo’s snoring rattled in your ears and vibrated against your shoulder.

You sighed. You should have known it was a trap. You had to admit the bed did feel very nice. Your eyes closed in defeat as you let yourself doze off.

Dinner would be a bit later than planned.

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Ingo comfort cuddles? Reader had a rough day and all they want is to be held for a little while (please and thank you, and no rush. Take all the time you need to get through other things first.)

(Take 2)

Your job was not the best in the world but for some reason all the stops had been pulled out to make your day the worst it has ever been. Entitled customers were the norm, but not unhinged ones that called the authorities when they did not get their way. What followed was lots of screaming, questioning and you being kept long after your shift had ended.

You looked at your phone as you left to see several messages from Ingo asking where you were. You should have been home an hour ago. You shot a quick message to him to let him know you were headed home before making the trip toward your abode.

Walking into the apartment, you were met with the smell of something familiar. The rustling of bags in the kitchen caught your attention. You walked in to see Ingo removing take out boxes from a paper bag. He looked at you sheepishly.

“Ah! You’re home!” He grabbed a pack of cutlery and handed you a box. “They kept you late so I figured something may have happened. You don’t have to tell me about it. I imagine it was stressful, so I ordered from your favorite restaurant. No dishes to worry about. Just relax and let's watch a movie or something.”

You took the box gratefully. The smell of the food made your mouth water. It was enjoyed in the living room. A blanket and a small pillow nest was set up. Almost like an indoor picnic. Ingo sat beside you, quietly listening as you vented to him about what had happened. His face contorted in various expressions as you explained the absurdity of the incident. He nodded, seeming to understand.

“There’s no end to the foolishness sometimes.” He chuckled. “We’ve had plenty of people like that. Officer Jenny came to know us on a first name basis at one point.”

The food was finished, and the containers set to the side for the time being. You laid cuddled up to Ingo’s chest on the floor as the movie you had playing in the background rolled its credits. He kissed your forehead. “If there’s anything I can do to make future days like this better, let me know. I absolutely know how it feels when nothing goes your way some days…”

You nodded. You thought about it, but nothing more could make a bad day better than Ingo’s sweet nature. You Rubbed your face into his chest. He wrapped his other arm around as if he knew exactly what you were asking for.

“Just rest. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t realize how much tension was in you as your body suddenly relaxed at that moment. Almost like his words had caused your muscles to unclench by magic. You could feel your eyes getting heavy. Ingo didn’t wake you or disturb you. He held you silently as you drifted off to sleep to the sound of his breathing.

“I love you, dearest...”

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you know one of the previous requests about comforting overstimmed emmet? can i get that with ingo? pretty plz? 👁👁

It was a mess. As if Ingo didn’t have enough to deal with, a couple of passengers felt it was necessary to settle a disagreement with an impromptu Pokemon battle on the subway platform. The result was a lot of property damage, injuries, and complaints from other passengers. The culprits were promptly banned from the subway for at least a year.

While Emmet was doing his best and was no doubt dealing with his own private hell, Ingo couldn’t help but feel his nerves begin to fray. His more reliable nature made depot agents more likely to come to him when they needed help. When he wasn’t neck deep in paperwork, depot agents were asking him questions and presenting forms for him to sign. The battle lines had to be temporarily closed while he and Emmet dealt with the fallout. Thus, his regular source of stress relief while on the job was unavailable.

You walked into the office, carrying lunch for both him and Emmet. You had learned about the incident almost right away and had already anticipated Ingo’s long hours at work. What you didn’t anticipate was the state you found him in. He sat at his desk. His hat, coat, and tie were gone. His hand was balled into a fist and pressed against his temple as the other hand scribbled furiously. You couldn’t exactly see it, but you could surmise his handwriting was beginning to resemble Emmet’s chicken scratch with how badly his pen was shaking. He didn’t even seem to notice you walk in.

“Ingo?” “WHAT!?” Ingo’s voice boomed out. His hand slammed down onto his desk and wide eyes squared in on you. The frenzied look faded quickly once he noted your presence.

“Dearest! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to yell!”

“Ingo, it’s fine…” “I thought you were another depot agent. Though that doesn’t make my outburst any better…”:

“Ingo—”

“There’s so much going on! I need to get this paperwork done, but the agents need guidance! I can’t do that while locked in this office. But the paperwork won’t get done if I’m not in the office—”

“Ingo!”

The flood of words gushing from his mouth stopped as you yelled his name. His looked down at the mess of papers in front of him. None of what he had written was legible and a large pool of ink had bled over the form in front of him while he had been rambling. He dropped the pen and held his head in his hands. You could see him shudder as he sniffed quietly.

You had seen enough. You gently coaxed him from his desk and over to the sofa set in the middle of the office. You wet a paper towel and helped to wipe his face before unpacking his lunch on the coffee table. Though he tried to say you didn’t have to, you insisted on feeding him. Soon the hints of a smile teased at his haggard features as you teasingly played “here comes the choo-choo!” with his food.

Eventually your moment was interrupted by Emmet coming into the office quickly. He held up a handful of papers triumphantly. “I am Emmet! Everything is finally back on track!”

He looked upon the sight of you feeding Ingo. He looked over at Ingo’s desk uncharacteristically in disarray with inky papers strewn across it. It seemed he didn’t need anymore clues to tell him what happened.

“Ingo. Go home. I have this.”

“But—”

“Nope. Go home. Battle lines will open back up tomorrow. Go rest so you will be ready.” Ingo looked at Emmet before looking at you and sighing. “You will call me if I am needed?” “Yup. I am Emmet. I will call you. Now get out.”

As you exited the gear station, Ingo wrapped an arm around you. “Thank you, Dearest… I can always rely on you to help bring me back behind the yellow line. How about we go home and order take out to have with a bad movie?”

He really did not have to ask you twice.

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You're doing requests again! So happy to see that! If it's okay, obviously you don't have to, but maybe we could get Emmet getting comforted by his crush/SO while he's overatimulated by something? I've seen some pieces of the twins comforting us, but reverse would be really nice this time around.

Thank you for writing all of these for us <3

Emmet stood in the subway restroom staring at the mirror. His face was wet from where he has splashed water on his face in an effort to cool himself down. His eyes were wide and bags were forming underneath. His pale skin had somehow become paler.

This was not a common occurrence but even the mighty Emmet had moments. It was the holiday rush. Lots of people in a rush, trying to get where they needed to go. Deliveries being made, appointments being kept, shopping getting done. Foot traffic had swelled tremendously. In crowds it wasn’t unheard of for tempers to flare, but Emmet found himself questioning the phase of the moon with the sheer amount of turmoil that was happening this day. Between people yelling at each other, at the depot agents, and most of all, at him, he was about to crack. Ingo had to come and take over for a bit so Emmet could hide and get himself back together.

Crowds, noise, people in general did not normally get under Emmet’s skin but he had found his mind turning to roaring static at it all. Coherent thoughts struggled to form through the sensations bombarding his mind. Worst of all, he had to go back out there and face it all again.

He glanced at his watch. While his mind couldn’t completely comprehend the time, the mere act of looking at his watch made him realize he couldn’t hide in the bathroom all day. He dug his nails into the bathroom counter before splashing more water on his face once more and running some over his hair to neaten it slightly from the disheveled mess it had become in his manic moment. A deep breath and his hat was placed back upon his head. He about faced and exited the bathroom.

Emmet nearly jumped out of his skin when he ran into you standing outside the door waiting for him. You looked him up and down appraisingly. “Ingo relieved you of duty. He wants you to go home and rest.”

Emmet’s smile flattened. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I… I cannot leave Ingo in a pinch…”

“Ingo said he has it handled.” You took his hand and lead him along gently. “Come on. Let’s go get some ice cream and I’ll make some milkshakes at home. You can put together your new train model when we get home.”

Emmet cocked his head. “New train model? I did not get a new train model.”

“You didn’t.” You grinned at him. “But I did.”

If Emmet wasn’t still so frazzled, he would have scooped you up and carried you bridal style all the way to the grocery store to get the ice cream. He settled for pressing himself into you as much as he could without tipping you over as you walked. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Once or twice.” You joked. He giggled. Something about you made the worst days brighter. He was so thankful for you on this day and every day after.

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a birthday request if that's alright! i would like butler ingo baking and serving me cake ❤️ or maybe gateau… I just think it would be sweet for ingo to try to make a cake! Author's choice on who he serves lovingly!

“I am Emmet! You can prove nothing!”

“You are lucky I do not take that finger off.” The sound of squabbling could be heard as you neared the door. The smell of food had wafted down the hall all the way to where you were. A sight greeted you as you entered the room. Your three butlers stood by a table laden with food of all sorts. Most of it you recognized as your own personal favorites. A very pretty cake sat in the center of it all. White icing with intricate blue flowers piped along the side. The words “Happy Birthday” was written on the top, next to a heart shaped ditch carved deep enough to reveal the cake underneath. Blue velvet.

Your attention was pulled away from the cake and to Ingo holding Gateau’s arm as he glared at Emmet. Emmet was being held by the nape of the neck like an animal being scolded by the larger man. The tell tale signs of absconded icing sat on the corner of his mouth. Ingo was trying his best to diffuse the situation.

“Gateau, dear. Perhaps you should calm down? I’m sure they would not want Emmet’s blood on their cake.”

Emmet’s eyes shifted over to you. “I am Emmet! My blood is not yummy! Wouldn’t you agree?”

ingo and Gateau’s heads snap to your direction. Emmet is unceremoniously dropped to the floor as Gateau’s full attention is on you. Ingo turns toward you and clasps his gloved hands together, trying to give you the warmest smile his stone face could offer.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” You and the other two butlers shielded your ears from the overly loud proclamation. Ingo held a hand to his mouth apologetically.

“Sorry… Too loud… And sorry you had to see us like this! We were hoping to surprise you…”

Ingo was quick to pull out a chair for you and offer you a seat. “We tried to make as many of your favorites as we could. Gateau baked the cake. I think he did a marvelous job!” Gateau glared at Emmet who was picking himself up off the floor. “Until someone ruined it…” “I was adding decoration!”

Emmet stood straight and tidied up his outfit. “Why should Gateau be the only one recognized for showing appreciation!? I want to show I love them too!”

Ingo nodded. “I sure they know.” His expression turned serious. “But just in case, please know we love you dearly! All of us!”

Emmet grins broadly. “And not just us! So many friends want to wish you well too!” Gateau huffed and crossed his arms. “Even that Warden idiot. She said to relay her regrets that she could not be here but she… sigh… loves you all the same.”

Ingo’s eyes went wide. “That’s right! You are early… We were preparing a surprise party for you but you arrived before all the guests.”

Emmet pushed a tray of cookies in your direction. “However. You are the guest of honor! Yup! The most important guest! You should grab a few treats before the others show up. We will not tell anyone.”

Gateau shakes his head in disappointment as Ingo laughs. “Emmet is right, You are important! Not just for today but all the time. You will always be important to us.”

The butlers nod to one another before looking to you and giving you the warmest smiles they could all muster. They extend their hands toward you in flourish as their voices rang out in joyous unison.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUPCAKE!”

(I’m sorry this took so long. I just wanted to get the words right. You’re such a good friend and I want you to know you are so damned special to me. I know others would express the same. You are so bright and beautiful. You inspire so many people it isn’t even funny. I don’t think I even would have stuck around on this site as long as I have if it was not for your friendship. Please remember that you are loved to fucking Neptune and back. I know you’ve seen some stress but I hope that your year is a good one overall. Here’s to another year of thirst and dumb dick jokes by yours truly.)