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[leggerefiore]

The CEO au reentered my mind and like

Ingo and Cyrus holding a business meeting to discuss their two companies working together on some kind of project. They find each other a bit unbearable but manage to come to basic agreements on things.

In the background, however, Lenie and Erin, who both get horribly upset if not brought on business trips, are hanging out and quickly becoming best friends. The two men do not know how to react at the game they were playing and how easily they get along.

#ingo.ima #cyrus.ima

[leggerefiore]

In his perfect world, Cyrus probably does unconsciously make some deeper connection between him and his partner. He desperately does wish to keep this relationship and will admit unknowns do frighten him about that. Perhaps, even he is unable to remove their spirit, too terrified to edit them unto someone that he does not know.

This is especially more true in the DP verse, where he is just attempting to make a new word separate from the one he is in. Perhaps he decides that it was others' spirit that was the issue, not yours, and allows you to keep it.

Of course, that is assuming Giratina or the Lake Trio don't mess up his plans again.

#cyrus.ima

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*Assuming Ingo has restored his memories enough to recall Emmet.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #poll.ima

[leggerefiore]

Think the children would enjoy a sneasel burger?

Ingo and Erin go out together to enjoy a Sneasel Burger. Ingo desperately tries not to compare his young son's mannerisms to a Sneasel as he tries to tear apart the burger to be easier to eat. He fails and suddenly wants to snuggle the poor boy like he used to Sneasler's kits. (Erin enjoys the same foods his father does alongside the addition of sweets. He probably cannot handle spicy dishes, though. His real reasoning for breaking the burger was finding it too cute to eat. He was going to cry if he had to.)

Cyllene gets taken out to dinner by Cyrus after he ends up late at the office and has no idea what to get her. She gets what he gets and digs into the burger. A subtle expression of joy crosses her face, and he feels relieved. She enjoys the burger a lot. Its cute design makes her really happy, and the small salad and fries it comes with interests her. It is nice change-up from the usual foods she and her father get together. (She pleads for it again the next time they end up eating together.)

#ingo.ima #cyrus.ima

[leggerefiore]

boo! 👀

if you’re taking requests rn, could i request general yan!cyrus hcs if you haven’t done them already? ty!

I have not,,, yet i now must....

cw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, dark content, kidnapping,

Minors DNI

🌌Yandere Cyrus🛰

☄️ The exact moment that Galactic Boss first acknowledged these irrational feelings had forever haunted him. You had always been kind to him, despite how harshly and inexplicably he might have tried to push you away and isolate himself. Any soft words you spoke to him broke him out of the endless cycle of pain and uncertainty that plagued his mind. Your very presence broke that distress that plagued him over the state of the world. It made no sense, yet he dared not further push you away. Losing you would cause a pain that might drive him even further from rational thought. Keeping you at his side was all he could do. The word love rarely enters his mind, but he unfortunately had to acknowledge that it was precisely what he felt towards you.

☄️ His plans… His precious plans were meant to be free from this madness, one way or another. The irrational thoughts that plagued him, he had forced them down to focus on creating a new world. A world without spirit would not allow him to feel the pain that never seemed to stop pulsating in the back of his mind, nor would it make the horrible thoughts that tormented him have any further effect. Spirit was the source of conflict. Without it, nothing would happen to allow such irrational actions. He desperately repeated that to himself as he went about his research and period of development. Your calls to him kept haunting his mind, but he forced himself to ignore whatever foolish feelings they forced out.

☄️ Then, you appeared in his office with nervous body language. You were afraid. Of what? He did not have to ask, as you demanded to know what his plans were. Claims that you had been told by a whistle-blower of his intention cut deep into him. You shook your head and demanded he stop… Or you would leave at once. Cyrus tensed at your ultimatum. It was an impossible decision. Give up his only chance of escaping these horrible feelings that swelled inside him, or give up you… He heart beat much too harshly in its cage. Losing you… Losing you was not an option. The worst fears imaginable began to creep through his veins like an icy liquid. When you turned your back to him, his arms locked around you as tears began to burn his eyes.

☄️ Those irrational thoughts finally burst out in his head. Losing you… He was terrified of this more than anything. Something from his past flashed into his head. A small toy robot. The last sense of comfort he had in this disgusting world was you. It always had been. You seemed stunned into silence as he cried and held you. His strength was surprisingly more than you expected. That whistle-blower deserved the worst punishment imaginable, bringing him to his knees in a figurative manner. You softly tried to calm him down, reassuring him that you just wanted him to stop his plans. He knew better. Your threat held more weight than you might have realised.

☄️ Cyrus knew nearly everything about you, and his power and influence was more than enough to get him whatever he needed. There was no need to stalk you… not when your home had security cameras. He had convinced himself that it was not stalking long ago. Building locking mechanisms that were far too complicated for you to figure out was done with rapid speed. His fear of losing you now was almost entirely controlling his actions as he continued to work. The apartment you shared was already soundproofed, and it was easy to make a one-way delivery device that let you order whatever you wanted without finding a way out.

☄️ One day, not too long after your confrontation with Cyrus and his subsequent panic attack, you find yourself locked in your home. The veranda did not open, and the front door was secured with a complicated lock that would only respond to Cyrus and whoever else he verified. Panic could only settle in your mind as you tried to open the door to no avail. Reaching for your phone to contact Cyrus on what to do, you realised that it was almost entirely different. The only person it would allow you to contact was Cyrus. In fact, all devices seemed limited to solely him to whom they could communicate. Unbeknownst to you, the man himself watched this on his computer. His irrational thoughts were soothed. You were safe, and this world could not hurt you, nor could it take you from him. His explanation over the phone did not calm you down at all.

☄️ He is distant and controlling. All he wanted was to keep you at his side, and now he has that more than secured. His work once again takes priority, but any worries that cross his mind are soothed when he checks in on you with the cameras. Your escape attempts are desperate and numerous at first before slowing down into nothingness. You seem to escape your prison. He does feel bad – memories of his younger days locked in his room come to mind and make his chest tighten – but this is temporary. He reassures himself. In his perfect world, you both will be together normally again. Your rewards for being good are more access to things.

☄️ He allows you some freedoms. Being trapped inside is boring. Television is allowed since it is a one-way communication. Certain offline games after returned, giving you something to do to pass the time. You are never restricted from any area of the apartment but the veranda. Food is always whatever you want to order. Cyrus truly does not care what you do, as long as you do not hurt yourself or attempt to escape. Anything you even vaguely desire will be bought for you. His love is genuine, no matter how toxic and unhealthy it may be.

☄️ In rare moments that he seems to return home from his work, there is this moment of lucidity within his mind. You clearly avoid him and seem to refuse to even be in the same room as him. It contrasts harshly with how you previously would cling to him when he returned, something that he used to find annoying and unwanted. His foolish spirit made him crave such things. Your touch was desired to a disgusting (to him) extent. You will be caught off-guard by his sudden behavioural shift towards affection. His hand gasps your own as he gazes deep into your eyes, his breath racing. You are truly among the few things he cares for. The embraces are always soon to follow as he fights the complicated thoughts in his head again.

☄️ Punishments are truly rare. Most of the time, they are access being restricted again to various things. He is not a cruel man, nor does he want to cause you pain or distress. Unfortunately, this was the only situation that seemed to bring him any mental relief. You truly are kept in a gilded cage by him. Alone and desperate, yet upset and annoyed. Harsh words make him less likely to come home in the evenings. You quickly become forgiving and polite again, needing another human presence.

☄️ Escaping is nearly impossible, but it can happen. Cyrus's locks are not foolproof, and you could have friends ready to aid you in any way. He will know when you do and panic. Time is short, but if you can get away and manage to find either a certain International Police agent or a blonde champion, you might just be home safe. Both take their duties seriously and will stop at nothing to make Cyrus's plans fail, regardless of what they are. You are likely quietly moved out of Sinnoh to be away from any area with Galactic's influence. Sadly, whatever relationship you had with the man is more than dead, but at least you are free. Somewhere, Cyrus weeps over a pokemon and person that have both vanished from him and left him alone in this incomplete world.

☄️ If you do not… Well, his madness will take hold without a doubt. A group of his grunts will show up one day and take you to that taunting mountain. At the peak, you can only watch as Cyrus forces the two pokemon to create a new world for him. Something inside of him had also snapped and changed with your attempt to leave him. A new plan emerged. There was no need to recreate this world, nor should he make an entirely new one without spirit. No, his desires plainly spoke to him. A world where it was just you and him. Finally, he would truly know mental peace. The two female commanders can only gasp as Cyrus suddenly grabs you and presses your body into his chest. You both fall into the strange otherworldly portal and vanish from this world, never to be seen again. A late-comer emerges from the shadows far too late. You both truly only had each other, just as he had wanted.

#yandere x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere cyrus x reader #cyrus x reader #pokemon cyrus x reader #cyrus/reader #yandere pokemon cyrus x reader #yandere cyrus/reader #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

What does this Mean, Cyrus.

#cyrus.ima

[leggerefiore]

You spied the Subway Boss lying on the office couch as you entered the room. The iridescent glow of the ceiling light haunted the windowless room. His hat was placed over his face while his hand clutched his shirt. Though it was mostly covered, you could see the grimace pulling at his lips as he lay there. You sighed as you approached the man. Ingo had called you and alerted you to his… situation.

A small whimper left him as you pulled the hat from his face. His eyes were a rare teary kind. They did seem to light up at the sight of you. The hand gripping the fabric above his abdomen let go for a moment. Then, his eyes went wide, and it quickly returned to its previous action. Sweat actually seemed to appear on his skin while the flesh turned a soft red. You placed a gentle hand on his forehead.

The situation almost seemed dire. Apparently, something he had eaten was not agreeing with him. It snuffed the unstoppable force that was Emmet and forced him into this supine state. What could have caused this was beyond you. He was otherwise indomitable when it came to food. His love was sweets might be the culprit, but those only seemed to hurt Ingo. Perhaps he had something spicy by accident? You could only wonder as the poor man suffered through it.

“I brought you some medicine,” you reassured him, “Ingo asked me to bring you some.” It was unknown if the bright pink liquid that you had brought would save Emmet from this unfortunate fate, but you supposed anything beat being left to suffer. He nodded. You moved away to use a small table nearby to prepare a dose of the medicine. Handing it to him, he downed it quickly. You opted to leave the bottle on the desk for now. “… Is this the end, Emmy?” you leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead, “I'll miss you.”

He whined at your words, “My darling is leaving me to die!” You could only chuckle at that reaction. That was not your intention at all.

“Ingo did say you were relieved of your duties if you needed to go,” you explained. Emmet appeared contemplative. Then another bout of pain hit him. He nodded rapidly in reply.

You had to help lead a broken and dishevelled train man home.

*As in, has to lay down and cannot focus, not actually perish.

#emmet.ima

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cw: pokehybrid au, fluff, sawsbuck twins

▽Emmet△

Your face nuzzled into the unexpectedly soft fur on the Sawsbuck hybrid's side. He tensed up for a moment before relaxing completely once again. The hotter days were fast approaching, yet today was a bearable temperature that lulled you outside. The sun gently drifted across the field, but Emmet had taken shelter under a tree. The bright pink blossoms on his antlers swayed in the gentle wind. Those blossoms seemed to entirely consume his energy, however.

He had laid down for a nap after offering to let you ride around the forest on his back. You could not deny such a pleasant request and agreed almost immediately. His knowledge of the many locations present around the area continued to amaze. Places show were a shallow stream that ran entirely clear with many water pokemon relaxing in it, an ancient tree which seemed to draw in grass types' fascination, and even an eerie den that house an unexpectedly large arachnid population. He waved happily at a Galvantula whose glowing eyes were the only thing visible. It popped out to chirp at him happily.

In the end, of course, you had ended up in a small flower field. He laid down in the shade of a tree, and you naturally joined him. His body made a pleasant pillow, despite how wiry the fur may have seemed at first. You felt a hand come to stroke your hair as a soft coo came from the hybrid. Silver eyes stared at you with such a tender affection.

“Sleep well, darling,” he mumbled lowly, “I, Emmet, will watch over you. You are verrrry safe.”

It was hard not to doze off with him at that simple request.

~

▲Ingo▼

You had been dutifully collecting the fallen flowers from Ingo's antlers as they had come off around your home. They felt so soft and fragile in your hands as you placed their stems in a small vase that's water was changed every day. Before you knew it, the amount that you had been hoping for had been achieved. The blossoms were much more vibrant than the usual preference by Sawsbuck enthusiasts, but these were special. The stems were quickly linked together in a weaving motion as you worked to make an accessory.

Soon, the flower crown was done. You placed it on your head and walked out to greet the Sawsbuck hybrid in your living room. He was watching some documentaries on television while enjoying a cup of coffee and laid out on the couch. You tapped his shoulder to capture his attention. He looked up at you. His eyes went wide almost instantly, while a pink shade most similar to those of his flowers spread across his cheeks.

“Do you like it?” you asked him. Ingo blinked once and stayed oddly quiet for a moment. Then he got up from the couch and walked around to cup your cheeks.

“Ah, dearest, that is so…” he appeared to lose the word that he wished to use, “You are simply so adorable.” His leaned down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You whined at the light affection and reached an arm to pull him back in for a kiss. He gave in quite easily to your request. You were simply happy that he enjoyed your little idea.

He then protested when you attempted to place it onto his head. Trying anyway, you were defeated by the growing width of his antlers. You got it around on, at least.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima

[leggerefiore]

It's Deer Day..... I must write something for Sawsbuck twins again.....

#interna fi

[leggerefiore]

Vampire Colress would be funny because he would have no morals about drinking blood and would probably go deep into research about why his mate's blood appeals to him so much. So, on top of feedings, there are also blood draws so he can investigate your blood's specific components. Morally grey vampire scientist, your unfortunate partner for eternity.

When he turns you, too, he is aggressively documenting every phase because he hates that there are not enough actual scientific recordings of it.

#colress.ima #he was also turned by Ghetsis but didn’t really care

[leggerefiore]

I'm about to waste 12,000 gems on Archie help

#interna fi

[leggerefiore]

If the vampire villains get like one super special unique to them vampire power what would it be?

Hmm....

Lysandre would likely have something to do with influence or fire... Influencing being like a supernatural form that allows him to easily spread his will out there. Though, the ability to ignite things at will might be a flashy way to show off his resolve and make his speeches more impactful. It also makes him a threat.

Cyrus would maybe have something related to electricity? Or ice... Maybe he has the rare ability to actually stand out in the sun but despises it, so he pretends that he cannot. Sun ability seems very adjacent to him and funniest, so let us go with that. (Or bat wings, maybe? Like a Crobat...)

Volo likely has the sun ability and more. He is from some ancient race of vampires, so he is probably relatively overpowered. Perhaps also an ability to fly (so he can keep being eerily sneaky and manage to traverse Hisui so quickly.) Hypnosis could also be a thing for him... Hmm...

Guzma got strength, and that's About It. Well, maybe, an ability to make some kind of venom like a bug, but it's mostly strength with him. He would almost be disappointed, but he is also fully aware that it fits him.

Still don't count him as a villain, but N likely gets the ability to control pokemon. He would never use it, of course, but he is terrified by the fact that it was the ability bestowed to him upon being transformed. It is likely just an extension of hypnosis, but it is notably specifically more powerful towards pokemon over humans.

#lysandre.ima #n.ima #volo.ima #cyrus.ima #guzma.ima

[leggerefiore]

*As in, has to lay down and cannot focus, not actually perish.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima

[leggerefiore]

More funny and cute parenting scenarios! How about the kids finding their parents clothes and walking around the house pretending to be their parents! (Said parents watch in amusement)

Arceus forbid Volo’s kid finds his hair gel

I kinda did a little spin on this...

Ingo finally closed the laptop as he rested his eyes for a moment. Work truly never ended some days despite being out of the office. He got up for a moment to go get a drink of water and returned soon after. But, there was something amiss. The laptop was open again while tiny hands tried to type. Erin stood on his knees to reach the computer while a familiar coat was almost like a wrap around him. A black cap sat on his head just off kilter and leaning forward. A badly tied tie was much too long around the neck of the baggy shirt that came to his bent knees. He also spied much too large shoes on his feet.

Ingo cleared his throat. Erin jumped back in a panic, previously stern and frowning face not overwrought with fear. Ticking his tongue, he walked over to pick the small boy up. Eyes momentarily glanced at the screen to assess what damage his son had done. Nothing, really, just a misspelt attempt at addressing “Unkle Emet” for a “brake.” A chuckle came from him unconsciously. Spelling was a bit of an issue, but his ease at taking to maths was a bit scary.

“… I'm – I'm a Subway Boss,” Erin cried, “I was doing work!”

“Hmm, is that so?” Ingo fought back the smile that wanted spread across his lips, “My, that document isn't going to Emmet. It's going to a Depot Agent. Are you certain you know what you are doing?”

Erin looked flustered. His shoes dangled off his feet. Ingo could not be upset at the little guy. He instead let him sit in his lap while he worked. The Subway Mini Boss was more than happy there.

~

Emmet grumbled when Ingo handed him the wrong piece again. They had decided to build a model train together again on a rare shared day off, yet it seemed the older twin's heart simply was not in it. Both of them opted for a break and headed to the kitchen to grab some snacks. Maybe hunger was clouding their judgement. However, when they returned, they found a scene unravelling. The model pieces were all over the floor as two oddly dressed kids had taken over the floor. Much too big hats and coats were worn, while even larger shoes seemed to make them trip. The white shirts were more like dresses on them rather than their true purpose. Emmet stood stiffly.

Inka and Emma went deathly quiet with big eyes at the sight of their father and uncle in the room. Model pieces were strewn about from an apparent attempt to finish it. The instruction booklet was in the older twin girl's hand, even. She tried to hide it behind her. Emmet sighed and stepped forth. Picking up Inka, who was dressed in his uniform, and passing her to Ingo, then Emma, who wore Ingo's own, into his own.

“See! It was all wrong, Emma,” Inka shook in Ingo's arms, “I was named after Uncle Ingo, so I should have been in uniform and reading the paper thingy!”

“I'm the older twin,” Emma argued back, hanging limp like a feline in Emmet's hold, “Therefore I am like Ingo more. Plus, I frown like him! You smile like papa!”

Ingo and Emmet locked eyes for a moment. This felt like their own memories from youth. In the end, they both let the little girls help build. Their tiny hands came in very hand in the end. (All the while, Inka kept begging to wear Ingo's uniform instead, to not avail.)

~

Cyrus sat down his tablet on the end table. Standing up, he stretched and left the room for a moment to go stand out on the veranda. Fresh air seemed to reinvigorate his mind from the stupor that document processing lulled him into. Yet, he noticed an oddity when he headed back in to finish his work. Spiky hair was the first thing her noticed, alongside tiny hands tapping away on the lock screen of his tablet. Cyllene sat on the couch wearing a baggy grey vest with a family emblem on the chest. An even baggies long sleeved shirt was more like a dress on her smaller form. His grey slip-ons were also dangling on her feet.

Cyrus treaded over to her. She froze and nearly dropped the tablet. He caught it with ease and sat it back down, noting she had managed to actually unlock it. That would be addressed at a later point. Her actions bewildered his mind. Her use of too much hair gel quickly became apparent as he picked her up. It was still wet. His hand went to gently soothe her hair back down into its usual style. She just leaned into his touch.

“May I ask what all this is?” he spoke quietly, not to sure how to approach this situation.

“I am training to take over Team Galactic,” she replied simply, “… I was going to message Saturn to open Minecraft when I got to the office.”

Cyrus genuinely hated the chuckle that left him at her words. Her innocence was truly something he could help but adore. He informed that he was not going to the office today, and she pouted. It seemed all the attention his grunts and commanders gave her were deeply enjoyed.

~

A yawn left Volo as he headed back in from the garden. Cogita had insisted his repentance for his actions be earned through hard work. Her kindness was bewildering at times, but he supposed his current situation was not one she would decline. Their closeness was something silently understood between both parties. He stepped inside to a sight. On his bed stood his daughter, dressed in a much too big top and saddles that could only be slid to stay on her feet. Her hair was styled back in a manner that made his stomach twist.

“Strike him down,” her tiny voice came out, and he narrowly dodged the attack of her Gible.

“… Just… What are you doing, Astrea?” he walked over to pick her up and set her back on the ground before she fell off and hurt herself. She pouted up at him, barely reaching his knee in height.

“I'm being scary-dad!” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Mistress Cogita said you did this to them!” He shook his head. Was the old woman really telling her about what he had done to her other parent? He swallowed. Astrea was much too young to even understand what that meant in seriousness, but he did not like being reminded of his failure and actions. He petted her head and offered to take her for a walk if she changed clothing. She agreed.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #cyrus.ima #volo.ima

[leggerefiore]

Consider this: Vampire N

He wasn’t born a vampire but was turned into one when he was old enough

I guess it's vampril lmao

cw: vampires

🌿Vampire N👑

🟢 He had not been given much of an option for his transformation. His childhood was spent in the forest, after all. Youthful days spent languidly with wild pokemon. He understood them, and they in turn him. Yet, that was all to change after Ghetsis had taken him in. It was obvious due to the pokemon's reactions around him that Ghetsis was clearly something otherworldly. Though, in his childhood naïveté, it was far too easy to accept the man who offered him a place to be and a role in this world. This, and much more, was offered to him in exchange for one day becoming like the imposing man. N was truly too young to really grasp what all that entailed, so he agreed.

🟢 The green-haired man was turned soon after he has been crowned the King of Team Plasma. The experience was anything but pleasant, but it was a part of his agreement with his adopted father. Vampirism was truly something he quickly came to hate. Being unable to enjoy the sun was a cruel fate and bound to prey upon other living creatures for sustenance was a painful experience. Granted, Ghetsis offered him more than willing people to feed on, but his morals simply felt that this was awful. Then, the push for the pokemon human liberation movement was truly something messy. He felt determined in the idea that humans and pokemon should not be together, yet his transformation left him lost and desperate for something else.

🟢 He felt odd as he considered his new traits. Eerie blue eyes that shined within darkness, sharpened canines that could easily pierce even his mouth, and the feeling of just being something unearthly. His body felt simply different that it had. Colder and emptier, yet more powerful and terrifying. N desperately missed the warmth of his own body. His newfound strength had also been distressing to manage. The pokemon he communicated with and cared for, he felt scared that he would accidentally injure. Ghetsis had claimed it was important for his role, but he truly did not understand.

🟢 It was a cloudy day which he spent listening to one of Ghetsis's speeches that led to a chance meeting. A meeting that called to him in a strange sense of fate. One person within the crowd had stood out to him immensely. N felt at a lost for words as he wandered to you after the crowd had dispersed. Then, he heard your pokemon speak to him. He felt confused but opted to challenge you instead. Everything left him more bewildered, yet his beliefs still remained firm. Though, this was far from the last time you encountered each other. Each passing chance drew him more into you yet terrified by your resolve.

🟢 The time at the Ferris Wheel had truly brought his feelings out. Being so close to in such a small space… He understood that your blood was what called to him, and resisting was simply difficult. Admitting the truth to you was haunting, but relieving. You seemed unsurprised to, by both his admission of being the King of Team Plasma and a vampire. Rather, something blossomed between you both. You finding him in a moment of weakness within Chargestone Cave and offering him your wrist made him feel mortified. By the end of everything, when N stood across from you in his castle, he grasped the feelings that gripped him. He wanted you at his side, no matter what. His terror when Ghetsis had rushed in to take you down almost brought out something inside him to protect you, despite his sadness over his loss.

🟢 Within Ghetsis's enraged yells, an explanation to all his feelings had come out. An annoyance that N had found something that he should not have and that you had ruined everything. He felt shocked at the words, but you still had defeated the man he had called his father. With him defeated, people rushed in. An urge to rethink things and find himself had overcome him as he stared at the legendary dragon. When you offered to join him, he simply could not tell you no.

He never offers to turn you, finding this existence a curse. While you may not mind him feeding on you, the idea of causing others pain bothers him endlessly. Though, if you ask yourself, he may find himself willing to discuss.

#pokemon x reader #n x reader #pokemon n x reader #n/reader #pokemon/reader

[leggerefiore]

I sealed the evil

#volo.ima

[leggerefiore]

Cyrus has a friend....

#cyrus.ima