#yandere pokemon x reader

[cheesus-doodles]

Star-Crossed by Choice

Yandere Raihan & Leon with Champion Darling

Pokemon SwSh and SV Crossover

Masterlist

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been a hot minute since i've posted, so please enjoy this brainrot that has been eating away at my brain - i know its not the usual TR but gotta get it out somehow. next on the menu would (finally) be A Friend in Me!

cw: use of female pronouns twice

The pokeballs hidden deep within the depths of your bag wriggled impatiently, and you giggled at the sensation against your back. You couldn’t blame them for wanting to escape from the confines of their balls, not with the hum of life that filled the air of the small town of Cortondo. But this was neither the right time or space. It had been some time since you dared to let them out for a breath of fresh air and to stretch their limbs after all, and you silently promised both them and yourself that you would the moment the opportunity arises. 

The evening was a welcomed relief from the scorching heat of the afternoon that had left you drenched in sweat - the air was crisp and fresh, just dry enough to lift the sweat from your panting skin but not enough to suck all moisture away. A far cry from the humid day under the blistering sun; much unlike what your usual day would be like spent wandering and exploring new grounds, you instead had been forced to duck into the air-conditioned shops for a break. Strolling down cobbled pathways, the little colored flags that stretched from rooftop to rooftop waved invitingly at visitors from all corners of Paldea, the calls of shopkeepers adding to the general hustle and bustle as the town came alive once more, the sun sinking ever lower towards the horizon. 

Your heart wrenched, the pain in your chest sharp. Despite your urge to shrink away from the masses of people, all the eyes you could feel watching you, there was no denying that you missed this. You missed being free. Just being able to walk through town without a care in the world, without anyone hovering over you, one arm slung tightly around your shoulders. Not having to constantly worry about your Pokemon friends getting hurt because of something stupid that was your fault. You never thought you would have ever been able to get a second chance at freedom, to start all over again from scratch; that brazen escape you had risked your life and limbs on seemed to have paid off, though you had to turn your thoughts to the present to stop the tears from welling at the thought of everything and everyone you left behind.

Amidst the crowds of students all dressed in the same Uva Academy uniform as you, out and about and eager to discover when their own ‘Treasure Hunt’ leads them to, you felt secure. You felt like you blended in for once. Maybe it had been worth it, changing both your hairstyle and color, making sure to dress down and look down. Maybe you could be safe here.

“Hey!” A call of your name cut through the commotion of the crowd like a knife through butter. You jolted as one hand came flying down to smack you on your shoulder. Whirling round, you came face to face with those excited orange eyes framed by three signature green strands of hair.  “I thought you’d never come!” The president of the student council was as enthusiastic and energetic as ever, not seeming to have noticed your startle, instead beginning to shake you by both shoulders as she all but shouted her questions at you. “Which gym have you defeated? How strong are your Pokemon? Do you want to battle?”

You opened your mouth, but as usual, no words seemed to come out. Perhaps it was the crowd, everyone else around the two of you that is. You had managed a few words to the friendly Nemona previously, back when you parted ways at Mesagoza; a rare and unusual occurrence, given how your throat usually opts to clam up in front of anyone but your parents, but it just goes to show you have come to trust the loudmouth girl. Your social anxiety didn’t quite show around her like it did everyone else. 

Lifting both hands in a surrender and placating manner, it was beyond you how you manage to calm the other down, before reaching into your pocket to shyly show your friend the two badges that you had obtained so far in all the days you had been wandering. It wasn’t much you knew, and it wasn’t much on purpose. After all that had happened to you back in Galar, you were afraid to go down the League route again, let alone touch anything that had the word ‘Champion’ in it with a fifty-foot pole. 

To your surprise, Nemona was elated. “WOW! You already got two? I knew you had potential!”

You blinked, confused. Wouldn’t she have expected more badges? Was she just hiding her disappointment? The Champion-ranked trainer didn’t give you even a minute to breathe though, hooking one arm through yours and starting to drag you towards the nearest restaurant. “I want to hear ALL about it, you understand?” There was no time to finish your thoughts as you had to scuttle to keep up with her incredibly quick walking pace, and the two of you disappeared from the streets and into the depths of some place you couldn’t catch the name of.

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Outside, a different story was unfurling, a pair of teal eyes was fixed firmly on the doorway that you had just disappeared through from beneath the shade of a hoodie, a frown pulling at his usually upturned lips. From across the street and with most of his deceptively lean self hidden behind a wall, there was no doubt in his mind that it was you. A restaurant was no place to cause a commotion, Raihan knew; who knows what you could resort to if cornered? You had escaped once, what was going to stop you from running again? He had waited and waited for this moment despite not being a patient man, but perhaps it wasn’t a bad idea to let you enjoy your last hour of freedom. There would be the rest of eternity with you after all, and he didn’t intend on letting you run wild again.

One tanned hand reaching up to pull his hoodie further down his face, Raihan leaned back against the wall, bringing his cold drink up to his lips. Soon.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, with each second feeling more like years passing by. The crowds of students of varying ages, all clad similarly in that signature purple uniform, drifted past where he stood like a gentle wave, the town slowly clearing of people as the minutes ticked by. The sun that had once ruled the sky had now fully set, sinking past the distant mountain horizon with a grand burst of colors; the evening rays had been the herald for the star full of skies that now twinkled above. Yet the Galar Dragon gym leader kept waiting. Even if his eyes drifted away from the building, to gaze at the empty distance and wonder of the different Pokemon that wandered this region, or to scan the throngs of people for threats, there was no activity in or out of the restaurant that he missed. All the while, all Raihan could do was recall the night you had disappeared again and again in his head as he glared down at anyone who dared venture too near: the sheer horror of finding you missing from your room in the morning, your confiscated Pokeballs gone from their secured box. The feeling of his gut dropping straight out the bottom when he couldn’t find you after tearing the entire estate apart, his own Pokemon returning empty-handed after he had sent them out to track you down in a sheer moment of desperation.

Never again would he let himself feel that way. Never.

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You finally reappeared through the doorway long after his patience had worn out, but instead of the usual annoyance turned anger, the tanned man felt his breath hitch. You looked so very different yet at the same time, so very familiar. What a sight for sore eyes. The way you stood beside your new friend, huddled as close as you dared go, those doe eyes of yours fixed on a random spot on the ground. Small smile pulling at your lips as you fidgeted with the hem of the shirt of your school uniform, listening carefully to everything your energetic companion was spewing at you.

There was nothing you could change about yourself that would be able to hide you away from him: not changing your hairstyle, your hair color, the type of clothes you wear or even the color of your eyes.

But all his joy at seeing you once more was instantly wiped away when he had to witness you lifting your eyes to meet the other’s. And the anger that raged in his chest igniting once more at the sight of your lips moving - almost as if you were speaking. Sure there was no one else but the two of you lingering on the porch of the now-dark restaurant, but you never spoke to anyone but Hop. Not to him, not even to your Pokemon in the presence of another. Selectively mute, was what your all-too innocent mother had happily informed the gym leader when he had paid her a visit to collect some clothes from your house. Even Raihan himself never had the privilege of hearing your sweet voice in person. 

So who was this bastard? 

Watching as you stepped off the curb and back onto cobblestoned streets, there was no time like the present - with the dwindling masses and the shops closed or closing. Raihan pushed off the wall, both hands sliding into the front pockets of his jacket, each stride bringing closer and closer to your little duo. You never even noticed.

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The unease you had in your gut had been growing for a while. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what caused that feeling, but it certainly was shared by your Pokemon, their balls having wriggled restlessly all evening where you had hidden them in the depth of your bag. But being out with Nemona gave you a sense of security, and despite your better your judgment, you had pushed the nagging voice to the back of your head. It was probably nothing.

Until it wasn’t.

“So there you are, lil champ,” came that all too familiar drawl. You froze mid-step as a long shadow fell over you. You knew that voice, and you knew it too well for your own liking. The hairs on the back of your neck instantly stood on end as the smile fell from your face. “Never thought you’d go all the way back to school just to hide from me.”

There was no answer from you, but Raihan just kept speaking as if he didn’t notice. “Have to say you fit right in though. You do still have a lot to learn, don’t ya?” You didn’t have to turn to look to know who it was standing behind you, cold sweat already beading at your forehead as you stared down at the pavement, your eyes quavering. No way. There was no way he could have already found you. You thought- you thought you had made it far enough. You thought you were safe. 

“You thought you were safe?” It was as if the man in the dragon hoodie towering over you could read your thoughts - no, in his presence, there was no doubt that your mind was like an open book. “That we would never be able to find you because you ran overseas?” Those deceivingly downturned eyes glared a hole into your back, his lazy smile deceptively kind. “Aren’t ya going to say anything?”

Your new friend seemed to have taken notice of the sudden fear that washed over your entire posture, and in an instant, you were pushed behind her back, Nemona’s gloved hand going almost threateningly to the Pokeballs that hung by her belt. “Excuse me, but who are you?” The usually bubbly voice you had come to know was suddenly firm, every bit of enthusiasm having faded away into this serious side you had only encountered once. 

The Galar Dragon gym leader was hardly intimidated by those orange eyes, ignoring her as his dragon-like gaze continued to stare you down, the pressure alone from the fixation enough to force you to freeze. “Can’t even look at me, huh? Rude.” He knew you couldn’t. Raihan of all people knew better than most you couldn’t meet his gaze. The only response that left your lips was a whimper, your figure starting to quaver as the tears welled at the corner of your eyes.

But the annoying girl with the three strands of green hair butted in again, this time withdrawing a Pokeball to fully hold in her hand with the other arm wrapping comfortingly around your shoulders. “You are scaring my friend, and I do not appreciate that. Please leave.”

Raihan’s eyes finally slipped to the little insect, that razor-sharp gaze losing any and all interest. “And who are you?”

“Nemona, president of the Uva Academy student council and Champion-ranked trainer.” She announced, and the tanned man almost groaned out loud. Of all the places to possibly find you at, of course you had chosen the company of another champion. 

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Though it was a third voice that finally shattered your heart and any hope of escape you had left. “Champion?” The voice rang out from the darkness of the unlit side street. “I thought you were done with champions.” The pounding of heavy footsteps, and that unmistakably mob of long purple hair emerged into the dull light of the overhead streetlight. Just when you thought your heart couldn’t sink any further, your poor beating organ simply opting to fall straight out from your chest. Leon.

If Leon was here...

Nemona’s grip on you only tightened. “Who are you?” She demanded again, putting herself directly between you and the two men. You wanted to thank her, to say something, to say anything, but all you could do was tremble, your feet rooted to the ground no matter how much you screamed at yourself to move. No way - no way. How did they find you? “What do you want?”

There was no escape. You were trapped.

Her question was answered by the whispers of the gathering stragglers that still wandered the otherwise quiet streets of Cortondo, though the growing number of eyeballs didn’t help you feel anymore at ease. 

“Isn’t that… Leon and Raihan?”

“From Galar?”

“World number 1 and 7?! But what are they doing here?”

“Who’s that with Nemona?”

Your stomach churned, and you could feel the bile starting to rise through your throat. Leave. You wanted to leave. To run. To be anywhere but here.

The student council president was quick to realize that there was a lot more to you that she didn’t know, and that orange gaze, slowly but surely, turned on you. The reassuring grip she had on your shoulders never left, and Nemona gave you a tight squeeze. “What’s going on?” She whispered to you, but in the dead silence that suddenly fell over the night, everyone could hear her loud and clear. And what do these Master-Class trainers want with you? Was the unspoken question you heard loud and clear.

A single heartbeat of silence.

“Turn around, Galar Champion,” Leon ordered. There was no room in his tone for anything but absolute obedience, and against your will, you obeyed. Hesistantingly, shuffle by shuffle, you turned to face them, though your eyes remained firmly fixed on the ground, trembling hands gripped so tight that your knuckles were white.

Nemona’s eyebrows shot through the roof, and her voice pitched. “Galar Champion?!” And the growing crowd broke into a new round of frenzies whispers, every eyeball now on you, scanning you up and down in disbelief. 

A little thing like you? Champion?

“Never told you huh?” Raihan crowed. “That she had an entire team of Pokemon that could run at Champion League levels?”

Leon only continued to study your form mutely as Raihan continued to taunt Nemona with his knowledge, those once-friendly yellow eyes now almost seeming to glow in the dare as they peered straight into your soul. Taking a single step in your direction, it was enough to have you shrink away, your eyes flying shut and your shoulders hitching up. Almost as if you were expecting to take a hit from the former Galar Champion.

“So you have our Champion, and we’ll like her back. Please.” Finished the tanned man. Baring those sharp teeth, the smile that pulled at those lips was anything but friendly, Raihan once more turning his gaze back on you.

“Are you ready to come home?”

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[leggerefiore]

Found You!

cw: implied yandere Volo

pairing: Volo/Reader

Readjusting to the modern world had been more difficult than you had expected. It was a strange experience to scare awake from the beeping of an alarm or forget how to work a computer after having gone so many months without it. That was just modern technology, too. The repetition of modern work and life felt so odd compared to the stress and uncertainty of Hisui. The safety and comfort so foreign after being bathed in danger and distress for so long.

Not to mention the strange hurt that you felt when reflecting upon the subtle loss of friends. No more could you spend time with the bumbling Professor Laventon, enjoy a battle and sweet with Adaman, or laugh along with Arezu at whatever her new hairstyle suggestion was to be. A shudder always went down your spine when you considered that they were long gone. Their deaths happening through the centuries you skipped through to return back to the modern era you were born to.

Maybe it was those complicated feelings that brought you to the Jubilife of your day and age. The city was bustling and large; the capital of the Sinnoh region. A shrine to the hard work of those you watched shed both blood and sweat to create this sanctuary during the Hisui era. It was nearly unrecognisable to the small village you had lived in during your time in the past. Everything was the most up-to-date here than the rest of Sinnoh. Towering buildings blocked the sky as people swarmed to walk every which way. You had felt your heart clench.

It was gone – you truly had returned to modern day.

The strange experience of Hisui was something you could put firmly behind you as some delusion the no one but a select few seemed even willing to entertain. It was isolating.

You were back home, surrounded by your friends and family, yet more alone than you had been in Hisui.

A sigh left you as you stopped before a large office building. Clowns danced outside, advertising some new modern tech-gadget that your brain cared little about analysing. You let out a sharp breath. Capturing Arceus after completing the PokeDex that Laventon had sought to make, it truly did feel like a dream. The deity challenged you to a battle and gave you a piece of it upon your victory. The Azure Flute had come with you to the modern day, too. You wondered what would happen if you returned to the Temple of Sinnoh.

The thought of the location sent another pang into your heart.

Volo.

You wondered how he had spent his days in Hisui. He had completely vanished after your confrontation at the temple. His true intentions… His actual plans… His kindness… His smile… Everything blended inside you painfully. The blond had come to you at your lowest point and gave you the support you needed to carry on. Then, he smothered those very flames he lit with his own hand. Had Volo only been using you the entire time? His plan had only changed when you had begun to collect plates, you knew.

A nearby electronic board projecting an image eerily similar to him on it. Champion Cynthia. She was beautiful, bold, and strong. Her love of archaeology and visage evidence that Volo had carried on his lineage. You suppose he found his place somewhere in the world. Somehow, your feet had carried you to a calmer part of the city. Less noise pollution and people wandering about. Where should you go next?

Before the question could be truly contemplated, arms wrapped around your form tightly and pushed you firmly to the body behind you. A cheek came to press against your own as both hair and cloth tickled you. Long, golden streaks broke out of the dark, heavy coat hood. You felt your heart race. What the hell? Hands locked your wrists together. Your breath stalled in your throat.

“The reason I could never collect all the plates, why I was never chosen by Arceus and then abandoned by Giratina…” a terrifyingly familiar voice whispered into your ear, “I could not recreate the world, nor could I think about anything but you… I wandered alone for so many years…” The grip on your wrists became painfully tight. They held you so close to them that you were convinced that they may be trying to fuse your body to their own. “… Found you!” they playfully spoke.

Biting back a scream, you forced yourself from their hold. You managed to turn to face them, but they kept a firm hold on your hand. A coat obscured their face as you swallowed. It could not be. He was long dead. This had to be some awful prank by someone who heard your story. Still, there was a lingering feeling of deja-vu that refused to fade. You could see their hair peaking out from the obscuring shadow of the hood. Blond hair.

“… Are you one of Cynthia's relatives? I didn't realise she had such mean people there,” you shook your head with a nervous smile, “You all seem to look eerily similar, you know.” Hopefully, they would be satisfied with your reaction and leave you alone now. A chuckle you knew all too well came from them.

His other hand came to grasp the hem of his hood as he pulled it back. Your eyes went wide as your mouth hung open.

It…

It could not be.

It simply was impossible.

A stormy eye peered into your own, obvious adoration pouring out from it. Blond strands caught the wind, nearly revealing his other eye. A smile was on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I finally found you…” Volo's voice was the same as it had been centuries ago, “It's been too long.”

His eyes closed to reflect his pure joy. You stood in shock and confusion. He pulled you to him again, forcing you into a proper embrace. His lanky form consumed yours.

His hot breath fanned against your ear as he spoke again.

“I won't let you go this time.”

#yandere pokemon x reader #volo x reader #yandere volo x reader #yandere x reader #volo/reader #pokemon x reader #yanstuff #yandere

[spicyicetea]

Eldritch Submas x reader

May contain NSFW topics including violence, swearing and sexual references. MDNI. This is a Fem reader but referred to with GN pronouns the majority of the time. Not proofread because I can’t be bothered.

Elesa time YIPPEE (this took way too long, I’m sorry I’ve been playing dumb demon dating game :/)

It didn't take long for the subway to gain its popularity, quickly becoming a go to destination for trainers passing through Nimbasa. Being the gym leader in Nimbasa, Elesa decided it was her duty to check the place out. It wasn't often she closes her gym for a day but this was an important matter. At first she paid them no mind, stronger trainers in the area means that she'll have stronger challengers but recently the situation has developed. Not only had there been anonymous complaints regarding the depot agents working there and their behaviour, but concern about the strange groups that gather around the streets leading into the railways are festering in the city. It's her duty as a gym leader to address public concern, so she might as well satiate her own curiosity at the same time.

“So this is the railway everyone's been talking about…” She wraps her coat around herself as she looks at the gated off stairway.

It was deep into the night at the time, the perfect chance for her to poke around without anyone knowing. She would never take advantage of it being dark to do something bad, but if a fight broke out it may endanger people during the day, it was purely for safety reasons. She grabbed the key to the large lock holding the gate closed, twirling it on her finger before unlocking and pushing the heavy gate open. The stairs down almost looked threatening, as if something was staring back at her from the darkness, daring her to go down. Swallowing her paranoia, a hand on one of the pokeballs in her pocket, she followed the stairs down into the station. The lights came on automatically, the white tiles reflecting the light back into her eyes causing her to squirt with a groan.

“Visitors at this time? How verrry rude.”

She jolts at the voice, opening her eyes wide and looking at the platform in front of her. Side by side stood two figures, heads cocked while looking at her, one grinning widely and the other frowning. The one in black placed a hand on the other's shoulder, taking a step towards her and bowing.

“It's an honour to finally meet you Elesa, are you here on business?”

She narrowed her eyes at the pair, unsure on what to make of them. She had never seen these two before yet they spoke as if they knew her personally. As she steps back, their expressions falter, both hitting an uncomfortable expression before looking back at her.

“I see your memories remain the same…”

“This is verrry bad Imgo, we can't leave her alive-”

“W What? What do you mean by that?!” Elesa stumbles back, her emolga forcing its way out of the pokeball, growling at them.

Ingo raised a hand to stop his brother's advances, sighing. They could make use of someone who was seemingly unaffected by their powers. Someone as popular as Elesa, as showered in affection and love by her admirers… yes they could use that.

“Ingo? What are you planning?”

“Calm Emmet, we could use the help of a woman like her.”

“What? What in the world are you talking about? Stay away from me!”

“No, please calm yourself Elesa, we mean you no harm.”

“What are you two?” She gulped and held her emolga to her chest.

Ingo sighed and looked away at Emmet.

“You wouldn't be able to comprehend our true forms, but we truly mean you no harm. We are here for… well why we're here isn't important for you to know.”

“What do you mean by, be of use?”

“We are in need of a humans opinion-”

“Ingo, we are not.”

“Brother we agreed we'd rather do this in a way that they could stay happy-”

“Bosses, we finished filling Y/N's paperwork so they can join us at work tomorrow. Shall I call them to let them know they can join us tomorrow?” A depot agent poked their head out of one of the staff only areas, paling once they noticed their company.

“Oh I'll call them! I already miss their voice,” Emmet beamed, cleaning his throat once he noticed his outburst.

Elesa narrowed her eyes as the depot agent left, smirking at the brothers.

“I think I understand what you needed my help for. I'm guessing this Y/N person is… special to you both.”

Both the brothers went silent, whispering to each other.

“I'll help you both, it will let me keep an eye on you two.”

The brothers sighed, Ingo nodding at her in relief

“That makes matters simpler, our friendship will be a fruitful one.”

Elesa went to correct him, claiming they wouldn't be friends, but decided against it. She would be lying to herself anyways, she already has a soft spot for them given their awkward crush, it was pretty adorable. The brother's now eagerly surrounded her asking her opinion on various romantic gestures. She waved her hands to shush them, overwhelmed by their bombarding questions. They went silent looking expectantly at her.

“What? I could barely hear a word any of you were saying!”

“Oh, well I asked what you think our darling's reaction would be if we disposed of all her enemies,” Emmet confidently asked.

“Yes, we wish to show her how we'd care for her, we must prove we're capable soulmates.”

“Soulmates? I… we need to set some ground rules.” Elesa sighed.

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[yanpotatowriter]

I loved your yandere leon headcanons! If you're still doing prompts, can I request “I don’t want to do this, but I’m not afraid to" with yandere Leon please?

“I don’t want to do this, but I’m not afraid to.” That single sentence that Leon uttered made you freeze up and look at him, not knowing what he did not want to do however that answer became very clear once you looked at what he was holding. It was an ankle cuff with a chain on it, one end already tied to the bedpost.   You realized that this was the consequence of trashing the room in a fit of anger while Leon was out.  (or at least you assumed that he was not in the building as you did not hear anything besides your own movement) “Don’t make this any harder for both of us, I do so much to make sure that you are able to be here and stay here comfortably and this is what happens when I leave?” He said, a frown on his face as he gestured around the room when he said ‘this’.

“Sorry…” You said, slightly mumbling and hating the fact how he still was able to make you feel guilty for being angry at the fact that he kidnapped you. You still moved towards him, albeit a bit reluctantly because you did not want the situation to escalate further. The moment you did that, he clasped the ankle cuff on one of your ankles while his face kept having a frown on it.   You had thought about moving out of the way so that he could not cuff you, but you did not want to think what could happen if you were to do that. “It won’t happen again.” You said after a small awkward moment of silence, you did look in his direction, but you never knew what was going on in his mind.  You did see his face soften as he pulled you in for a hug, at this point you did not refuse as you did not know what could happen next or if something could happen should you refuse the physical affection. “Just make sure to never do this again, I don’t like seeing you like this” He mumbled while he was still holding you, “What if one of the items injured you…” He said trailing off, and well he was not wrong for thinking that the items could injure you while you broke them as multiple were made out of wood and one or two had glass in them.  If you were not wearing anything to protect your feet you could accidentally step in glass at the moment. “I won’t…I promise” You said after realizing that he was waiting for you to respond, when you did, he let go of the hug while still holding you by the shoulders.  He looked at your face for a few seconds before letting go, probably scanning your face for any deception. “I’ll make sure it is all cleaned up in the morning…or at least most of it.” He told you before leaving the room, leaving you alone in the room while you heard the door get locked when it closed behind him.

#yandere leon #yandere leon x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #leon x reader #leon pokemon x reader #pokemon x reader #yandere pokemon swsh x reader #yandere #yandere x reader

[smallestapplin]

If it's okay can I request general yandere headcanons for Leon, Raihan and/or Kabu please?

You got it!

🔞18+Only!🔞 for unhealthy relationships!🔞

CW : stalking, kidnapping

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👑Leon👑

- he’s delusional. He saw you in the stadium during one of his matches, and even bumped into you afterwards! You were so nervous and polite, so sweet and shy.

- He’s the champion after all, of course you’d be nervous about bumping into him. You were just glad he was nice, and not angry with you.

- But that’s not how he saw it.

- You were nervous and shy because you love him! And that’s okay! He finds you so cute, so charming. He can’t help but try and find you on social media.

- He wants to know you! He tries to bump into you, but he’s always getting lost.

- Yet you find him! You help him find his way back to town! So much so, he offers you to work for him, to help him not get lost.

- The pay is insanely well, how could you refuse the sweet champion’s offer?

- He’s always falling you around, hanging off your every word.

- You don’t seem to notice his glare at reporters, or his ‘friendly’ touches lingering. He’s Leon, he’s always been an affectionate man, what’s there to worry about?

- You confused when people start asking you about your boyfriend, or how long you and Leon have been together.

- You aren’t dating Leon, so what gives?

- Asking Leon this, he just tilts his head at you, his confusion mirroring your own

- “What are you talking about? We are coming up on our one year!”

- He tugs lightly at his long purple hair, golden eyes filling with tears that never fall.

- “How could you say that! I’ve been doing everything for you, because I love you! You’re mine, please, just sit down and we can talk about this!”

- “Leon, there is nothing to talk about-“

- The more you deny it, deny him, the more he starts to hyperventilate. It only gets worse when you tell him you’re quitting.

- He won’t allow it! He can’t! You can’t leave him! Through all his crying, through all his begging, his pleading for you to stay with him, to not throw your entire relationship away.

- He panics.

- You can’t leave him! Not after all you two have been through!

- You won’t remember exactly what happened.

- But you’ll wake up, cuffed to his bed, and his bedroom door upgraded with so many locks.

- His Dragapult sees you’re awake, and phases out the door. Only to return with Leon.

- “Ah! I’m so glad you’re awake. I was worried I was too rough, haha!”

- You try to move, thrashing, demanding to be freed.

- “Shh shh it’s okay, love! I got you, you can’t leave me now, isn’t that great? You can be with me forever, isn’t that great! My sweet spouse.”

- No matter what you say, he truly believes you just need an adjustment period.

- You love him! He just knows you do!

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🐉Raihan🐉

- when he first saw you, he knew he needed your contact information. But you made that easy.

- You work at a battling café, said to be one of the best employees, and hardest to beat.

- You look delectable in your uniform, smiling so warmly at him, ready to battle.

- You were a challenge, but that only made him want you more. Making his infatuation grow.

- Your name tag made it easy to finding you, allowing him to stalk you easily. He finds your posts easily, seeing you post pictures of your pokemon, things you’re proud of, and outfits you felt more confident in.

- He’s drooling, you’re so hot, so perfect.

- Your posts show him you’re so kind.

- He becomes a regular at your café, only asking to battle you.

- “They are the only one who’s giving me a challenge.”

- Your coworkers are jealous that THE Raihan, only wants to battle you. He’s easy to talk to, he’s always so chill, and fun to talk with.

- And with your coworkers current attitudes towards you, he becomes the main person you talk to anymore.

- He asks you for your contact information, as if he doesn’t already have it. So he can follow you.

- You aren’t away how he scares all your suitors off.

- Who’s going to talk to you, when you ‘boyfriend’ is Raihan? Who’s glaring at them from over your shoulder? Who texts them to leave you alone, cause you’re already with him.

- You fall into a depression, as your friends no longer want to be around you, as people whom you thought had a connection with, no longer want to be around you.

- But Raihan is there, he makes time for you, even when he’s at work! He always makes sure to text you the second he has a chance, or when you text him.

- He gives you his undivided attention. You’re his beloved, how can he not?

- Raihan makes sure you have no one in your life, except for him! All you need is him anyways.

- He’s two faced with you.

- You only see how protective, funny, kind, and loving he is. You don’t need see how he gets with other who want you, or to get between you and him.

- He tries to hide his possessiveness from you, nor wanting to scare you off. But sometimes it slips, but he’s so charming and easily covers it.

- You can quit your job, and move in with him! He can take care of you! Let him take care of you.

- Let him spoil you, let him be the only one.

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❤️‍🔥Kabu❤️‍🔥

- Kabu is a tricky case.

- He met you as a trainer working under him, helping him in his gym. You’re such a hard worker, he can’t help but be around you more, asking you to train with him.

- He finds himself falling in love with you, seeing you with yours and his Pokémon only solidifies that.

- Kabu tries everything he can think of, to earn your affection, but he can’t seem to win your favor. So he tries, and tries, and tries, never giving up.

- Bringing you lunch, offering to take you out.

- “It’s the least I can do for you! Your work is admirable.”

- “You must take breaks! Your body can only work, if you take care of it. You can only show your full potential, if you are rested.”

- Kabu gets bashful when he tries to tell you, how lovely he thinks you are.

- But you only take it platonically.

- He’s a yandere that won’t make a move, just longing for you from the shadows.

- It’s not until you say you have a crush on someone, does he snap. You can’t be with anyone! Only him! Why would you betray him like this?

- No, no no it’s a mistake! You’re being guilted that’s it! Being manipulated by that person.

- Kabu thinks you’re so innocent, so pure, you just see the good in everyone! That had to be it! You don’t want to think that person is evil.

- But Kabu does.

- Kabu purposefully keeps you away from your crush. You belong to him, so why should that other person be around you?

- You are meant to be his spouse! As he’s meant to be your husband!

- He knows this is wrong, he does! But he can’t stop himself, you’re the spark his flames need.

- He knows it’s wrong of him to fantasize about keeping you for himself, but the pain in his heart, when he sees you with another is too great!

#yandere #cw.yandere #yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon leon x reader #pokemon raihan x reader #pokemon kabu x reader #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon headcanons

[spitdrunken]

Just milo being a soft, sweet delusional yandere nonconning his darling, sweetly cooing how much he loves them and how good they're doing, spilling praise and i love yous after another while darling is crying, whimpering and begging him to stop.

i'm ASSUMING this is about pokemon milo!! if i somehow got it mixed up pls lemme know HAHA

notes: yandere, noncon

Milo who has two of his big fingers inside of you, stretching you open, because he just wants to make you feel good above anything else! You should cum at least once before he does anything else. Your struggling is useless, because have you seen this man's muscles? He doesn't see what he's doing as pinning you down since he hardly feels you struggle. Milo has one of his hands on your chest, kneading your flesh, and your legs pressed as close together as possible in between his thighs.

His ears seem deaf to your pleading, his smile as sunny and impenetrable as ever. He kisses each and every one of your tears off of your cheeks. You're just feeling so good, aren't you? Milo says your name more than anything else, and his touches and words are so gentle that they make you doubt your own feelings. It doesn't help that when he makes you cum, it melts all of the stress straight out of your muscles.

#pokemon x reader #milo x reader #milo pokemon x reader #yandere #yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #cha.milo #cw.yandere #cw.noncon

[bluemoondust]

Can You Do Headcanon Yandere De N, Damian (Pokémon), Atsushi Nakajima, Odasaku And Marrow (RWBY) With A Motherly And Caring Personality Darling?, Thank You And Forgive My Bad English

A good chunk of these men are touch starved so this was fun to write 。^‿^｡ Also, no need to apologize! Your English is fine!

When it came to searching up Damian, this is who showed up so I hope I got the character right! Edit: My dumbass found out that Arven's name is Damian in the Spanish version of the game (plus he kept showing up when I searched up Damian). I hope I got this right so please let me know if I didn't!

✧Motherly Darling✧

✧Currently Playing✧: Lock Me Up by The Cab

Characters: N Harmonia (Pokemon), Arven (Pokemon), Nakajima Atsushi (BSD), Sakunosuke Oda (BSD), Marrow Amin (RWBY)

cw: fem!/gn!darling (implied, no pronouns)

Warning(s): Obsessive Behavior, Overprotective Behavior, Slight Paranoia and Stalking

✧N Harmonia✧

Instantly attached the moment you show genuine care for him. N had already heard from your Pokemon that you were a magnificent person. They would only speak praises upon praises about how you love them as much as family would. It warms his heart to hear such things. So when he interacts with you, learning that your kindness extends to people and not just Pokemon, he immediately wants to keep you around.

The man has never experienced true care outside of his caretakers (Anthea and Concordia) so he is incredibly touch starved. His lack of experience with actual human beings has distorted his views of humanity and the norm (especially with what Ghetsis has taught him), making him socially stunted. N, however, doesn't feel out of place when he's with you. He truly feels like an actual person and not a freak because of your patience and attentive nature. You were able to pinpoint his struggles and aid him when necessary, never chiding him for the habits he has (speaking quickly, his hyperfixations, the ability to speak with Pokemon, etc.). It was an issue he was facing with after Team Plasma dissolved, but now he feels a sense of security because of you.

That's why N isn't really fond of being away from you for too long. He's grown dependent on your motherly nature and refuses to let go anytime soon. As I mentioned before in his general yandere headcanons post, it's hard to say no to this man when he looks like a kicked Lillipup. You feel extremely guilty when you try to refuse his offers to hang out. He doesn't have anyone else and he finds comfort in you...maybe your friends can wait. N needs you right now.

✧Arven✧

This is the same case with Arven, but he's not willing to admit it just yet. Unlike N, he is not ready to be fully vulnerable due to the grievances he's faced as a child. As we all know, his mother/father wasn't around often and he became independent at a very young age. He is the type of yandere who will keep his feelings to himself as he admires you from afar. Your immense amount of love and affection was so...unfamiliar to him. Foreign. He didn't know how to deal with it at first.

Though one thing is obvious to him is that he can't get enough of it. You're always reminding him to take care of himself and helping out when you can. It was odd since he's used to doing everything on his own. It...it feels good to rely on someone else for once. Was he...missing out on this for all his life? Arven reflects on things before he becomes attached to you. It's somewhat subtle but at the same time obvious. He's always by your side and doesn't go out of his way to befriend others (not like he was trying to do that in the first place).

Arven is so protective over you. It may seem endearing at first, how he stands by your side whenever you're speaking to your own friends. He's like your guard dog or something like that. Holding your hand as he squeezes it gently (you've made it a habit to hold his hand and he certainly didn't object after a few times of it happened) as he glowers at your friends. You insist to yourself that it's just his usual expression, but it really isn't the case in this scenario. He can't fathom why you even need these people when he could obviously provide you with so much. His insecurities eat at him slowly everyday. Aren't you satisfied with having him around? You don't need them...

✧Atsushi Nakajima✧

From the moment you showed your unconditional affections and compassion, Atsushi couldn't believe you actually existed. Not only are you such a warmhearted person, but you don't even expect anything in return. His heart strings are pulled with every kind action and word you take/speak. Coming from a place of hardship and pain, Atsushi had to take some time to process the way you were. It was something he clearly wasn't used to but...he couldn't help but be drawn to it. It's odd to admit it but maybe, deep down, he craves this sort of treatment. Something you just can't get enough of once you have a taste.

Then there comes the fear. You're so precious and ever so kind. It's the perfect set of traits that horrible people like to ruin. The world is just like that; where awful human beings like to destroy the beauty of it all. You're no exception and Atsushi would be damned if he allowed you to meet the same fate. He becomes protective, and why wouldn't he? You're living in a city where danger seems to lurk in every corner. You...understand why he insists to walk you home, right? Not only to make sure you're safe, but also for peace of mind. Though, sometimes he finds himself searching (and following) around for you in secret whenever his paranoia strikes him.

Atsushi can't help it. He simply cannot lose you, a person who has shown his genuine care when no one else did. You are literally the light of his life. The very person who keeps him going. He'd do anything to ensure you are never in any danger. The thought of you dying out there frightens him to tears. Always holding your hand when when it's just the two of you, just to make sure you're still with him. He feels like it's his obligation to do all this. Otherwise...what good is he to you? There might be better people in the world for you but...but he wants you!

✧Oda Sakunosuke ✧

Congratulations, darling! You just earned yourself a protector who will stick by your side no matter what. Oda immediately could see how much you hold your heart on your sleeve (unless there's more to it as he observes you). He admires your personality and has no doubt that you're a light that shines brighter than most. You have his deep respects. The tenderness in your eyes and voice when you aid others is very evident. You're definitely too good for this world. He wonders if you ever have struggles of your own. Oda doesn't mind your care or concern for him, but do expect him to return the favor, no matter how much you protest against it. The two of you are both an adorable sight, honestly.

Still, as a yandere, Oda can be a bit protective but he isn't going overboard in his actions. He does work for the Port Mafia, so he does make sure you're under some form of protection in case of anything. I will say that he is the least yandere to concern yourself over due to many variables that keep it that way. His ability is incredibly useful if anything were to go wrong. However, even then, it doesn't get to that point unless someone really wants to seriously hit him where it hurts. Also, Oda doesn't get jealous often. He has faith in you, your kind hearted self, but he worries about how others can take advantage of your kindness. Oh, and he's honest about that. He sits down to talk to you about it and knows you'll listen, taking his words to consideration. What a lovely man he is.

Oda definitely introduces you to the orphans he's taken in. He knows you'll love them and in turn they'll love you as well. He believes they really do need someone with a motherly presence, given how they don't have that anymore. If he wasn't already obsessed with you before, watching you play with the kids certainly made him want you even more. You've been a lingering thought, a dream to be added to the one he already has. More than ever, Oda wants to be a novelist who writes with a view of the ocean...and you by his side with kids of your own (if you'd want that). His drive to leave the Port Mafia is stronger as he makes sure nothing from that organization reaches your senses. Don't worry...You two will have the life you always wanted.

✧Marrow Amin✧

Marrow is an open book when it comes to how he feels about you (for obvious reasons). However, he won't admit that outright. He has a reputation after all and he can't get mushy on the job. This is what he insists as he quickly grabs his tail to stop its wagging. A dead giveaway of course. Even if Marrow is an open book, that's only half of what's going on. He deeply appreciates your kindness and it's evidently in the way he looks at you when he believes no one is around. Unlike some of the other yanderes in this post, he doesn't have much insecurities. Sure, with his background as a faunus and the potential discrimination he had faced, it could brew about self esteem issues. However, Marrow does not dwell on all that, especially since he's made it this far in life. Even so, he really enjoys the way you treat him.

The man doesn't even have to ask for anything as you go out of your way to assist him. It's cute to him, but he presents his response as a smooth, "Oh, I had that covered" just to dismiss how much he appreciated the help. It's not like Marrow is undermining your actions...and he really does feel bad when he's alone with his thoughts. Especially when you're offering your help to others instead. A sense of guilt washes over him, but also jealousy. He honestly can't stand watching you give so much attention to the newcomers who General Ironwood made official huntsman and huntresses. Like, sure, they're young and impressionable (and he likes them too!) but aren't you supposed to be aid him? I mean, he's the rookie and all (something he doesn't say out loud a lot...). Marrow can't help but watch you longingly from afar.

He's come to be accustomed to your attitude, praise, and warmhearted behavior so it was a matter of time before Marrow became completely attached. He is now sticking by your side more, giving you puppy eyes for his morning coffee, insisting you check him for injuries despite the fact that he only got hit once while fighting some Grimm and much more. Heck, he even hopes you're watching him when training or fighting off Grimm so he can hear from you how amazing he is. It just feels special coming from you...There are times where you feel like all you see in your day is Marrow. It was if your schedule only revolved around being assigned to assist him. You don't question it too much, especially since Marrow was still new to the Ace Ops. He needed guidance and all the help he could get. Is that really true though?

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere pokemon #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere rwby #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere rwby x reader #yandere n #yandere atsushi nakajima #yandere odasaku #yandere marrow amin #yandere n x reader #yandere atsushi #yandere sakunosuke oda #yandere marrow x reader #male yandere #yandere male

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs + complacent s/o hcs ; emmet

requested by ; anonymous (17/07/23)

fandom(s) ; pokèmon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emmet

outline ; “I NEED YANDERE EMMET PLEASE RAAAAGH!!! 😭‼️ (and an s/o who’s ok with it because they take it as “awwww he loves me” but they don’t understand that this man is at “I’d kill Arceus for you” levels of love 😂)”

note ; this isn’t as overtly yandere as some of my other posts, but i can’t see emmet going the whole way and slaughtering people for his s/o so much as he just gets a bit obsessive over them (also i haven’t written for him in a while so apologies if this is a bit shaky lol)

warning(s) ; yandere!emmet, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy dynamic

emmet had always been a peculiar character in your eyes, even before the two of you became an item, so you never really thought to question some of his more outlandish behaviours when it came to your relationship

his possessive streak and obsession with you were, to you at least, as normal as his unwavering grin or his repetition of ‘i am emmet’ whenever he was speaking to someone — they were just another part of him that you accepted as any loving partner would

(it’s also not the most obvious to others unless they know him extremely well, such as his brother or their mutual best friend, and even then he typically just dismisses their concerns and goes back to being his energetic, ever-smiling set without ever really addressing how different he gets around you)

he still talks about you as his partner to anyone who will listen — and even to those who are very obviously not paying any attention to a word he’s saying — but his remarks take on a much darker and more possessive, even obsessive, tone that’s easy to miss if you don’t pay him much mind during battles

for example, he’s made a great many remarks to other trainers about how he’d do anything to keep you safe and by his side — remarks which include him being more than willing to battle, or even outright kill if it came down to that, any legendary (even arceus himself!) that came between the two of you

(a couple of trainers that managed to see the disturbing genuineness underpinning those statements have gone out of their way to find and warn you about your boyfriend’s obsession, but ended up being even more put-off by your response to their worries — that being anything ranging from neutrality, acceptance, or endearment at his ‘love’ for you)

although he’s still as passionate about trains and pokémon as ever, you’ll find him much less likely to talk about himself with you in favour of just sitting and listening to everything you have to say as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world (even if it’s something as objectively mundane as talking about what you almost had for lunch a few days ago) — he’ll interject every now and then with encouragement and questions that range from cute to concerning (e.g. ‘i am emmet. what did you do after that? i am emmet.’ or ‘i am emmet. that sounds very frustrating. would you like me to talk to them for you? i am emmet.’), but still it’s incredibly rare that you’ll get to hear about his day once his obsession with you has truly taken hold

he only ever addresses you by name or as his spouse (husband/wife/partner/whatever your label of choice is) even though you’re not actually married — legal distinctions don’t matter to him and he already knows that you’re the love of his life so he sees no point in waiting for some ceremony to show you off as ‘his’ to the world

before his obsession set in he was already very comfortable with public shows of affection and wasn’t ever embarrassed to do things like link arms with you, peck you on the cheek/lips, or anything else like that around others unless he was actively engaged in a pokémon battle — but now it’s like he’s gone from an eight to an eleven and you’ll never go long, when you’re around him at least, without him touching you in some way

an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side or chest, linking your arms, holding your hand so tightly you fear it may just break, peppering your face with kisses, etc. — all of those displays are common place for the two of you, and he’s even happier when you’re the one initiating and reciprocating (especially if you’re around others as it appeals to that possessive side of him that likes letting others know that you’re not just taken, but that you’re happily and eagerly taken by him, emmet, and nobody else)

he hasn’t yet been given a reason to kill someone for you, and in the moment he may not even go through with it, but he’s certainly offered to do so on multiple occasions whenever you mention someone annoying you, flirting with you, or otherwise making you uncomfortable — he’s also been known to go harsher on trainers that have shown interest in you in battle whenever you visit him at work (partly to show off to you and partly to put them in their place)

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #yandere emmet x reader #pokemon black x reader #pokemon white x reader

[fluffabutt]

Decided to write another yandere prompt

Thank you @bellafragolina and @wertello for letting me bounce ideas off you

Gender Neutral Reader x Nanu/Guzma

More of a guess to see which one is the yandere, and this boy is long

assault and implied stalking

You walk down Route 17 in the pouring rain, when you walk into the Pokémart your sneakers squeak with every step as you walk towards the back room.

You lock up your stuff, and put on your apron, switch out with Cayden who looks at her student portal with such dread you don’t give her any grief when she forgets to log out of the cash register.

You look out the window to the one or two desolate street lamps you can see standing as little beacons home. Almost pitch black like the bottom of the ocean it feels like, and you won’t see the sunrise for another 8 hours.

You tell Cayden have a good night as her sneakers squeal in the wet tracks you left on the floor. You log into the cash register, and as you grab the mop and bucket punch into work.

This is the routine you’ve grown accustomed to for the past few weeks.

You’ll be here tonight.

And the night after that.

And the night after that.

For how ever long it takes you to save enough money to move off Ula Ula Island.

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You get into the rhythm of cleaning the floors, some hokey country song about youth and friendship and pie plays over the store speaker system. You wish the owner would just spend the money to buy an official music service, if only because you realize you’re almost fond of how terrible it is.

You hear a thumping sound from the windows that damn near causes your heart to leap out your throat, but you turn to see your regular idiot Masquerain bashing it’s head against the flood lights on the exterior of the building.

So you sigh, roll the mop back into its place, grab the wet floor sigh and the push broom and start to walk outside.

You put the sign up and then walk out into the humid, muggy rain.

“Hey! Dumb Bug!” You say, pushing at the Masquerain with your broom under the extended roof so it’s wings don’t get any wetter than they already have.

The poor thing cries and whines until you turn on the portable lamp you hung there for it to mash it’s head against.

You just sigh before walking back inside, you have no idea how that idiot gets stuck here almost every night, but you don’t mind if that’s the only returning customer.

Route 17 doesn’t get a lot of trainers this time of night, and you’re thankful even though your ankles are already aching by the second hour. The owner doesn’t allow you to sit at the cash register so you patiently set an alarm on your Rotomphone for an hour and half from now for your break.

The sound of pounding feet run up from outside as you see a small cluster of Team Skull members burst in from outside with the chime of the automatic door. They keep their mumbled complaints to themselves as they look at you.

You just give them a wave while you check social media on your Rotomphone. You were paid to mind the store, and you could mind your business for free.

Team Skull was part of the reason you never saw trainers much less regular schmoes around route 17, it was their turf.

You didn’t understand the hype, a bunch of kids trying to rap at you wasn’t intimidating in your opinion. Even when the beatboxer was steady most of them still couldn’t rap on beat.

So you idly tap at your phone while they shuffle around through the aisles, arguing over chip flavors and candy bars. Your heart hurts a little when one quickly shuts down that argument with a “What’s the point? We can’t buy it anyway!”

You look up at the chime of the automatic door, and try to put on your customer service smile when you see it’s an adult.

You see a hunched over guy in what looks to be his mid 50s, grey hair matted down from the rain when he closed his umbrella. But it’s his eyes, and the dead stare he levels at you that gives you a sudden feeling of anxiety.

It’s broken when he looks away with a click of his tongue as he walks toward the Pokéfood section of the store.

You place a hand over your heart to try and calm down when you realize how quiet the teens have gotten since the guy walked in. They watch him with caution, a respect you haven’t seen them give to anyone.

You realize you don’t get paid enough to focus on that.

Even if the sound of his sandals clopping on the wet tile drive you crazy.

The ring leader of this small pack walks up to the register with purpose, and slaps down some 100 pokedollar hot dogs that you ring up. It’s some hushed arguing of who’s got how much while you stare blankly thinking of what your “dinner” is tonight, until they pool the total together with spare coins.

You pop the register, drop the coins into the necessary slot, and give the expected “Thank you for shopping at Pokémart” as they run back into the rain and up to Po Town… you assume.

Your guy ambles around for another 10 or so minutes hemming and hawing about the prices of the wet food cans and then walking to the front.

He plops about 10 cans of food on the counter and you start to scan them while he pulls out his wallet.

“Oh, and one pack of the Motostoke Reds.”

You give an affirmative noise and turn to pull a pack off the shelf. It’s when you turn back that you’re stuck with his very intense stare.

Like he’s expecting something.

What that could be you don’t know.

You just push the barcode under the scanner and tell him the total.

Outside of the grunts and young trainers, nobody really pays in cash anymore, so you’re surprised when he flips through a large wad of bills to pay with.

His tongue sticks out while he concentrates and hums the count.

You take the cash from him, pulling up the coins that you owe before dropping them into his open palm with his receipt.

“Thank you for shopping at Pokémart, have a good evening.” You say, rehearsed and robotic.

“Uh-huh.” He drawls, and finally walks out of the Pokémart, his sandals clacking against the tile as he leaves.

You just breathe a sigh of relief when he disappears back into the rain with a… Meowth umbrella??

It’s a super cute umbrella pattern. You want it.

Next paycheck.

The evening goes by uneventfully, mop the floor again, give the Dumb Bug a berry when you take your meal break.

You take out the garbage around five am when there’s just enough light to see and the rain has finally stopped.

You see a couple cigarette butts and grumble under your breath, but clean them up anyway.

The owner comes in at 6 and you clock out.

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Another day, another night.

Same old same old.

Except for your old dude buying cigarettes once a week.

The times he walks in are sporadic but at least he tends to avoid coming in on your meal break. Same thing every time: wet food, pack of Motostoke Reds.

Except tonight he grabs some prepackaged Basculin rice balls.

You don’t know why that spurs you to actually talk to this guy.

“Oh, those are super good.” You keep ringing up the wet food cans.

He looks shocked at your voice but he gives you an appraising look.

“Is that so?” He trails off.

“Yeah, they’re pretty solid.”

He hums contemplatively, before you ring up his total and you give him back his change.

“Thank you for shopping at Pokémart, have a good evening.”

He gives you a smile, though it’s more of a shitty grin.

“You too.”

Then he and his clopping sandals walk out the door and into the night.

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You get a surprise visitor that week, a tall dude with bleached white hair and tats struts up to the cash register. It would’ve been more intimidating if he wasn’t soaked to the bone and his sneakers weren’t speaking with every step.

And you’re gonna have to fucking mop. Again.

He slaps his hand on the counter, and of course you jump because why the fuck is this guy trying to pick a fight at 2:20 in the morning.

“Gimme a pack of Motostoke Reds.” He orders gruffly.

You take a deep breath and grab the pack from the shelves, you scan the barcode and tell him the total.

He mutters under his breath some obscenities about how expensive cigarettes are getting and how bullshit it is as he rummages through crumpled up bills from his pockets.

You don’t get paid enough for this.

You notice he sticks his tongue out while he counts the money.

Huh.

“Hey!” He barks, your eyes dart up to his face. “You got any of those Basculin rice balls today?”

You nod.

You both stand there, silence.

What does this guy expect? You don’t get paid to go fetch, you get paid to stand here damn near all night.

“Over in the back over by the premade sandwiches,” you almost forget your retail politeness,” sir.”

He’s got a vein bulging in his forehead before he stomps to the back over by the sandwiches. Muttering fuck word after fuck word.

You think about your account balance, and sigh.

You pray to Arceus this guy fucks off and never comes back.

He slaps the rice balls on the counter and you give him the new total.

“Thank you for shopping at Pokémart, have a good evening.”

“Yeah yeah whatever.” He says shoving his purchase and his change into his pockets before stomping off into the rain.

Asshole.

You find even more soggy cigarette butts outside when you take out the trash.

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The Asshole and The Old Dude pop in intermittently, along with different clusters of Team Skull members. Very rarely you get a couple of older trainers, veterans and martial artists who find some satisfaction in almost catching hypothermia from standing in the rain all night.

You make polite conversation with The Old Dude and the trainers that come in.

Every so often The Asshole walks in and asks for some bizarre food item, a rice ball, and his cigarettes. It’s starting to become satisfying to just tell him where to find it, since he still expects you to go get it for him.

His squeaky sneakers and sopping wet hair only make him look like a grumpy toddler.

You get more and more trainers coming in though, which keeps the nights busy even if you have to mop so much more often with all the water being tracked in.

You still hook up Dumb Bug with its lamp and a berry.

You still take your meal break at 3:30am.

You still take out the trash to find soggy cigarette butts, but this time there seems to be a collaborative art project because they’re leaving them in shapes.

You don’t think it’s one person, there’s more cigarettes here than in just a single pack of the stuff.

But you don’t stop the “Mother Fucker” you bark when you have to get the broom and dust trap to scrape them up off the sidewalk.

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The new influx of trainers typically dies down around 1am.

But tonight seems to be dragging.

Your card reader malfunctions, so you have to hand write a post-it note to stick on the reader.

Cash Only.

Doesn’t mean that grown adults know how to fucking read apparently.

Yes, the card reader is down.

No, I can’t take any card transactions.

You’re almost pulling your hair out by the time a customer walks up to the counter and throws a fit.

The Asshole was an asshole, but this guy is the fucking King Asshole. Asshole to end all assholes, waving his hands like if he throws his shoulders out of socket you’ll get the card reader working.

“Sir, either you use cash to complete your purchase or leave, I can’t fix it-“

“This is un-fucking believable! This is the new kind of low The Pokémart brand has sunk to?!”

“Sir, you’ll have to wait to buy until the morning with your card when the owner comes in to reset it. I don’t know what else to tell you-“

“FIX THE FUCKING CARD READER!”

You typically are fighting the best of a migraine with the shitty fluorescent lights, now your ears are ringing with how loud he’s yelling.

“Oi. You buying this shit or not?!”

Oh great.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you look past King Asshole to The Asshole looming behind him.

Good. Two assholes.

“I-I-“ King Asshole tries to get some traction to start his impassioned tirade like a pull motor.

“No? Get the fuck outta my way then.”

At least The Asshole isn’t yelling.

God damn does your head hurt.

“Oi!” The Asshole speaks up, snapping his fingers obnoxiously to get your attention. It seems King Asshole has left, and all of his purchase is on the counter.

Nice.

“Oh, yeah,” you blink to give yourself a quick reset before you start scanning The Asshole’s items.

There’s a heavy silence as The Asshole scowls and shuffles his feet before he opens up his mouth when you turn to grab his cigarettes.

“You okay?” He says gruffly, though with a pinch of softness you’ve never heard before. It doesn’t help the tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes.

Shit.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You say, your voice cracking on the “yeah”, and you’re so fucking frustrated.

He just clicks his tongue and starts counting out his wadded up balls of bills.

You scan his cigarettes, and read him the total.

“Thank you for shopping at Pokémart, have a nice night.” You plop the change and his receipt in his hand.

He looks at you and you feel just so drained you just stare back. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but he turns around and squeaks back into the dark with the little automatic chime.

You walk to the back to take your break early, sighing and softly dabbing at your eyes while you eat your sandwich.

Fuck man, just a couple more weeks.

You just needed a couple more paychecks, and then you can leave and get away from this place.

———————————————————————

You find your cigarette savant has put a smiley face design today.

You mutter a quick, “fuck off” to nothing as you scrape it off the sidewalk.

The back of your neck aches. Like a weight settling there.

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You don’t see King Asshole, thank Arceus, but you run into rude customers occasionally. Aside from The Asshole.

You’d noticed a couple of blocked off areas, but you thought it was construction or something. The owner put a Pokémart on Route 17, there was probably some other developer willing to be stupid enough to build something else here.

Cayden is clocking out when she looks up from her Rotomphone and taps your shoulder.

“Did you hear?”

“Hear what?” You put on your apron.

“A couple of people have been getting attacked on the way back from the Pokémart.”

“No shit?”

“You didn’t notice the caution tape?” She gives you a look, but you just roll your eyes.

“I saw the tape, I just thought it was construction.”

“Who’d build anything out here- ah shit nevermind. But! Either way, be safe out!”

You clock in and meet her eyes. You feel a little floaty feeling in your stomach.

“You think it’s Team Skull?”

She sighs as she pulls out her stuff from the locker. Looking up trying to remember something.

“Nah, they have been pretty quiet since the whole Aether Island stuff. I think I read something about the victims said it was only one person.”

Oh good. Great. Fantastic.

“Cool I’m probably gonna get murdered after standing around here all night.”

“Probably,” she says with a snarky tone.

You put away your stuff and lock it up but you hear a quiet thump of the cash register counter and look in that direction.

Cayden gives you a serious look, you’ve never seen so much trepidation on her face outside of an exam or a paper. You feel your gut churn.

“Be careful okay?”

You swallow, and clench your hands to ground yourself.

“You too.”

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You scroll more on your Rotomphone than usual, trying to just pass the time out of your own head so you don’t flinch and look at whoever walks into the store with complete fear.

Even the thumping Dumb Bug does has you on edge. But it seems the Masquerain can sense your nerves after you walk out to turn their lamp on, because they flap over and nuzzle your face before they continue their bizarre little lamp dance.

You feel a little bit of tension ease, but you try to keep yourself busy nonetheless. When the last of the late night crowd dissipates you just stand with your nerves going haywire at the register.

It’s just you, the hum of the fluorescents, and the darkness outside. At least it isn’t raining.

Fuck.

Old Dude walks in today, and you’re almost relaxed listening to the clip clop of his flip flops against the tile. Even with the shitty country song playing over the loud speakers.

He brings his spoils over to the counter and you ring him up like usual.

“You seem tense.”

You were so startled, you almost drop the wet food can you scanned.

“Huh?” You look at him.

“I said,” he drawls. “You look tense.”

“Oh,” you let out a nervous laugh, and turn to get his Motostoke Reds. “Yeah, did you hear about the attacks lately?”

“Attacks?” He arches a very thick brow at you. Ugh you don’t want to talk about this anymore.

“Yeah, my coworker said people were getting attacked on the road back to Ula Ula Meadow. Isn’t that crazy?”

“Hm, that’s… unusual.”

“Yeah,” you say, the awkwardness makes you want to get out of this conversation so you can go back to standing at the register and panicking to yourself.

“Thank you for shopping at Pokémart, stay safe.” You say, change and receipt placed onto his open palm.

“You too. Oh, if you need any help,” he pauses standing in the doorway. Your interest firmly captured on him. “There’s always the police station up the road.”

You’d forgotten about that, mostly because you didn’t have any business walking towards Po Town at all.

“Uh, sure. Thanks mister.”

“Oh, you don’t know who I am do you?” He seems to give you that smug smirk. Though you wonder if he just seems to not know how to smile properly.

“Uh the dude who buys wet food and Motostoke Reds?” You say, your shoulders rising with a shrug.

“Yeah… we’ll go with that.” He says with a chuckle as he walks out.

“Oh… okay. Cool.”

What the fuck was that about? You sigh and count to ten before going back on Pokégram to watch shorts to focus on.

Even if you can’t seem to shake the feeling something is watching you.

—————————————————————————

Your shift ends with a heart made of cigarettes butts.

It makes you queasy.

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The Old Dude and The Asshole visit more frequently.

The Old Dude seems to have fun forcing you into polite conversation. Talking about the frequency of attacks on the road, and you’re pretty sure it’s just to make you squirm.

He always smirks when he gets a reaction out of you. And your stomach drops every time.

The fucker seems to revel in watching goosebumps run up your arms.

And you’re almost thankful to see the asshole, until he starts to intimidate other customers in the line.

Any bad manners from customers are met with him loudly complaining about how they’re wasting his time to get them to hurry up. Only to… just awkwardly try to make conversation with you.

“Oi.”

“Yes sir?”

“Fuckin’, the weather…”

You just look at him, blinking. My brother in Arceus, what were you supposed to say?

“Yeah, it’s not raining tonight.”

“Yeah…”

Weeks of that.

Weeks.

Of the two of them coming in almost every night, to get the same stuff. To trap you in the same circling conversations.

It was sick.

The anxiety they were giving you left you barely able to eat.

You put in your two weeks notice quietly to the owner, tired of feeling like a Rattata being hunted by Meowths, counting down the days until you could leave.

For weeks the feeling of eyes on you at all times doesn’t leave until you go home after your shift.

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You clock into your shift, getting a hug from Cayden before she leaves wishing you luck with your fresh start.

You go through the usual routine of the crowd, ignoring the bids for attention from The Old Dude. He just quirked an eyebrow before leisurely strolling back out the door.

And you turned the lamp on one last time for Dumb Bug. There wasn’t anybody on the route path, so you just sat and reminisced with the fluttering insect Pokemon. It wasn’t until you got up to go back inside that Dum Bug acknowledged you.

By grabbing your shirt sleeve with its delicate little grippers.

“Hey bud, it’ll be okay, the next person on Night Shift will be nice to you. Just don’t get hurt flying around in the rain okay?”

The bug just grabbed onto your shirt even further settling onto your shoulder. This dumb fucking bug and your dumb fucking heart so full of love.

“What fucking pair you two make.”

Ah. The Asshole.

You turn, putting on your retail smile to acknowledge him.

“Oh my apologies sir, I will ring you up at the counter, please give me a moment.”

“‘S fine- you’ve been building a bond with ‘er for a while yeah?”

You feel your heart stop.

You put your hand over your Rotomphone in your pocket.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of bad guy, ey?”

You feel like you’re gonna throw up.

“Look just, alright lemme explain.” He says taking a step towards you.

You realize now how tall he is. How bulky he is.

How easily he could hurt somebody.

How blind you’ve been to the obvious.

The fucking skull pendant on the chain around his neck.

You never noticed.

“Hey,” he says and you hear a loud whine as your breathing picks up. “Woah wait don’t-“

Your Dumb Bug flaps quickly in front of you and oscillates it’s wings to unleash a horrible loud whine that has The Asshole clutching his ears with you.

Dumb Bug pulls you in the direction of your home but Asshole quickly steps to the side while getting his bearings to cut you off.

So you pivot: the Old Guy had told you there was a Police Station up the road right?

That’s where you run to.

“HEY! WAIT- agh, FUCK GET BACK HERE DAMMIT LEMME EXPLAIN!” He shouts after you, and you feel tears start to well up and run down your cheeks as you haul yourself up the hill.

Dumb Bug tries to chirp to cheer you on, especially when you can hear Asshole catching up with you. You let out the loudest scream you can before you’re cut off by him grabbing your collar and choking you.

You kick and jerk away from him as he pulls you close. He grunts when you manage to catch his shins and land a hit to his nose with a lucky flail.

Dumb Bug tries to start up another loud screech but Asshole holds you against him like a meat shield and your sweet little Masquerain clearly doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s got your arms caught behind you while you howl and scream for help.

“Gah-fuck! You couldn’t just- stop moving-“ he jerks you roughly enough to make your shoulders pop and you yelp at the pain. “Look all you had to do was let me explain-“

“Explain what?! How you fucking stalked me?!” You shriek, still fighting against his grip while he pushes you steadily up the hill towards the police station.

“Look I wasn’t stalkin’ ya- you weren’t being secretive about it!”

“And now you’re fucking assaulting me!”

He wrenches you back to yell in your ear.

“Because you ran away dumb ass!”

It hurts your ears, and all you can do is struggle and yell for help as he shuffles the both of you up the road. When you see the police station you get a surge of energy.

If you don’t get away from him now- god you don’t want to even think about what he could do to you.

So you lean back and stomp your foot on his toes as hard as you can. He grunts as the grip on your arms loosens when he flinches.

“DUMB BUG NOW!”

You pull forward, and Dumb Bug releases that horrible sound from it’s wings again, thankfully slipping out of Asshole’s grasp and you push one last sprint away towards the Police Station.

You manage to sprint towards the station, the faded white exterior with striped columns standing ominously with a few sconces lit up. Probably on a timer.

You beg to Arceus and the Tapus and whatever else can hear that somebody is in the building.

You slam into the blue doors of the entrance, making the windows rattle. You slam you palms against the door and beg for somebody, anybody to open up.

You hear multiple Meowths hiss and shriek while you pound on the door, begging through tears and gulps of breath for help.

You know Asshole wasn’t going to be distracted forever, that guy was the Leader of Team Skull, he had pokemon.

You left the poor Masquerain with a sicko.

You hope the poor thing was okay.

Eventually the lights turn on inside and you can see the shapes of the office interior through the clouded glass. A figure quickly rushing to the door backlit in shadow.

You heave a sharp gasp of relief as the door opens-

“Oh, thank you please- I’m being chased by-“

“Hey,” it’s his voice that makes you nauseous so quickly you sway on your feet. “Woah, hold on what’s got you so riled up?”

He clasps your shoulders in a firm grip to keep your legs underneath you.

You weren’t specific enough in your pleas for mercy, because the gods had gifted you the old creep as your beacon of hope.

“Oh look at you, you’ve been all roughed up. Scaring the clowder- tch, the boy’s so rough sometimes.”

You wonder if the universe had a specific grudge on you at this point.

“Oi! Guzma!” You look down at the badge on the old guy’s shirt, Police Captain Nanu, it says. You never had the desire to know anything about him before this point.

You were stupidly hoping you could ignore the both of them and leave Ula Ula Island.

“Yeah yeah! I get it-“

“Do you now?” You look into Nanu’s eyes as he speaks with his casual drawl. “Tears and bruises on the arms don’t imply to me that you in fact “Got it”.”

“Oi! They threw the first punch not me! Besides, I was busy grabbing this-“ he holds up your boarding pass for the morning flight out of Ula Ula Island, out of Alola. “Seems they weren’t going to tell us they were leaving.”

That had been in your bag. In your locker.

In the office.

Had he only just gotten to your stuff?

Or had he been rummaging through there this whole time.

Guzma holds Dumb Bug, unconsciously flopping it’s little wings as they jostle with each of his footsteps, and he finally leans down to get close to your face.

“It’s okay though, me and the old geezer ‘ere will make everything crystal clear.” He says with a mean sneer, a wild look in his eyes and you stand there and shake.

“Guzma, enough, we’ve got all night to help them understand. And besides,” Nanu says, his arm curling over your shoulder while Guzma opens the other door to flank you. “You’ve got every day afterward to accept your situation.”

#fluffabutt writes #yandere imagines #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere Nanu #yandere Guzma #yandere scenarios #yandere pokemon #it’s very long #a little meandering even #I don’t want to do a third draft on this #completely gave up trying to think of the pokemon equivalent of a Hot Dog #yandere x reader

[duskoon]

Yandere SCP x Pokehybrid au idea:

Tw: Yandere themes, and the desecration of the dead further below.

Also, I would like to tag @bluemoondust. What do think about my idea? I am up for suggestions, if you’re free that is. >w<

I was thinking about writing a SCP x Poke hybrid au for Pokémon. It will be mainly for rr members (with ORAS Maxie and Archie tho, instead of the original ones) and Lusamine as well.

Premise: The (human) reader is a scientist that is tasked with conducting experiments on the hybrids/scps, to further understand their nature and make it easier for the foundation to contain them. With each time the reader visits them, they develop some sort of unhealthy attachment to the reader.

/key notes:

Euclid = Nature not understood, thus their behaviour is unpredictable.

Keter = Extermely dangerous to humans, owing to their aggression or lethal physiology and will cause breaches. They’re particularly hard to contain.

Apollyon = Cannot or impossible to contain and may cause a world ending event. If somehow contained, will cause more breaches than the Keter class.

~ Scp-1996:-

Title: “Scourge”.

Name: Giovanni.

Location: First rumoured to be in Kanto region, then retrieved from Johto region.

Species: Mewtwo/human hybrid. Sex: Male.

Height: 167 cm. (5'5ft) Classification: Euclid.

Abilities/traits:

• Mind control.

• Telepathy.

• Telekinesis.

• Charismatic.

• Peak human strength.

• High-level intellect.

~ Scp-2014-1:-

Title: “Gaia”.

Name: Maxie.

Location: Found within the depths of Mt.Chimeny, Hoenn region.

Species: Groudon/human hybrid.

Sex: Male.

Height: 163 cm.(5’3ft) Classification: Keter.

Abilities/traits:

• High fire resistance.

• Pyrokinesis.

• Geokinesis.

• Claw like hands.

• Doesn’t need water to sustain himself. • Aggressive and territorial, yet slow in movement.

~Scp-2014-2:-

Title: “Abyssal”. Name: Archie.

Location: Found at route 108, inside the abandoned research facility of Sea Mauville.

Species: Kyogre/human hybrid.

Sex: Male.

Height: 187 cm.(6’1ft) Classification: Euclid. Abilities/traits: • Hydrokinesis. • Aquatic breath. • Peak human strength. • High endurance. • Territorial, yet friendly. • Fish-like appearance, most prominently gills and fins.

~Scp-2008:-

Title: “Void”.

Name: Cyrus.

Location: Found at Spear pillar, Sinnoh region; When a spacetime distortion for unknown reasons has first occurred.

Species: Giratina/human hybrid.

Sex: Male.

Height: 156 cm.(5’1ft) Classification: Euclid(normally) -Apollyon(If full power is released). Abilities/traits: • Antikinesis. • Umbrakineses. • Dimensiokinesis. • Emotionally cold and detached. • Solitary. • Genius-level intellect.

~Scp-2012:

Title: “Husk”.

Name: Ghetsis.

Location: First found within the Giant Chasm, Unova region. Besides him were dozen of frozen and half-digested carcasses of seemingly human origins.

Species: White Kyurem/human hybrid.

Sex: Male.

Height: 202 cm.(6’7ft) Classification: Keter. Abilities/traits: • Cryokinesis. • Pyrokinesis. • Cold immunity. • Fire resistance, not to the same extent of “Gaia”. • Genius-level intellect; Highly manipulative with mastery on superficial charm. • Beware! Megalomaniac and a domineering figure with sadistic tendencies.

~Scp-2013:-

Title: “Mort Souhait”.

Name: Lysandre.

Location: First sighting under the debris of Geosenge town, Kalos region.

Species: Yveltal/human hybrid.

Sex: Male.

Height: 192 cm.(6’3ft) Classification: Euclid to Apollyon. Abilities/traits: • Thanatokinesis. • Life-force absorption. • Apathetic, after what seems his “death”. • Nigh-immortality. • Genius-level intellect. • Misanthrope.

~Scp-2016:-

Title: “Mother Beast”.

Name: Lusamine.

Location: Found at Alola islands, at Aether Foundation. Unconscious, with the parasitic creature assuming control??? Or was the subject born with it?

Species: Nihilego/human hybrid.

Sex: Female.

Height: 176 cm. (5’9ft) Classification: Keter. Abilities/traits: • Toxokinesis, more specifically the manipulation of neurotoxins. • Poison immunity. • Erratic, obsessive, and deranged behaviours. • Poison healing. • Superhuman strength. • Hyper durability.

This is just the jist, but they will be released as scenarios. Like: Your first meeting with them, How they interact with you, and etc… So, what do you think?

#duskoon.speaks #yandere x reader #yandere idea #yandere pokemon au idea #yandere pokemon #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere scp!pokemon x reader #yandere scp!pokemon #yandere scp!pokemon au

[onestepbackwards]

What if... the latter? Reader falls through screen before Ingo crosser over, and Ingo meets them as he meets the hero?

He thinks reader abandoned him, but here they are!

👀 You got it Anon! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ Sorry it took a bit to finish this, I kinda got into it. You didn't specify nsfw, so I kept it sfw. I hope you enjoy! Summary: After Ingo revealed he was Self Aware, you two had become fast friends. However, when you don't show up to talk to him one day, Ingo can't help but begin to think the worst. That is, until a scream grabs his attention... CW: Self aware character, slight Obsessive/yandere behavior, minor injuries, some fluff Word Count: 2312 Words! --

Ingo was concerned. It had been 17 hours, 23 minutes, and 45 seconds since he had last seen you. But hey, who was counting. Still, Ingo wasn’t going to lie, he was getting worried. Ever since he had shown himself to you, letting you know he was self aware, you both had become rather close. You had quickly become his closest friend, and did almost everything together. Well, as best as you both could, anyway. It wasn’t exactly easy to do things together when there was a literal screen between the two of you. It crushed his heart, to be so close, yet so far away from you. Not only were you his best friend, you were practically his everything! Just not his lover. And that stung more than it should. Oh how Ingo desperately wanted to make you his. He wanted to hold you, care for you, please you in any way you desired. He was absolutely smitten with you, and you had no idea. Still, he knew his desire for a relationship with you was a bit of a dream. How could you love him if you couldn’t even hold him? Kiss him? Sure, he knew long distance relationships worked out for some, but how can he compete when there are living, breathing people who no doubt fancy you?

The thought of you with someone else crushed him, and gave him an ugly, angry feeling in his chest. One that usually left him irritated for hours. Of course, he knew he had a small chance. You had gushed about him plenty of times before he had told you about himself. Ingo wasn’t blind, you very much had a thing for him. It made his heart ache even more at the thought. If only he could see you in person… One day, Ingo ended up coming up with a plan. He knew he could mess with the code, but he wasn’t sure just to what extent he could. So, he began tampering with the data, seeing what he could get away with. Thankfully, his efforts were eventually rewarded. After a bit of tinkering, he found a way to let himself see you. Originally, he only had an idea of where the camera was, being able to somewhat sense it. Now? He could see through it. Like a two way mirror. Ingo had been ecstatic. He could finally see you! Of course, he didn’t let you in on this little tidbit. He didn’t want to make you self conscious or anything that he could see you now, nor did he want to get your hopes up. Not until he was certain he could make something out of this. Besides, he knew he was close to figuring out a way to your world, he could practically taste it. All that was needed were a few more tests, before he would attempt to cross over.

He was close, he could feel it. But now, he had other things to worry about. You were missing. Okay, maybe not ‘missing’, not yet. You hadn’t been gone for 24 hours. However, Ingo was adamant something was wrong. You talked with him everyday. You told him good morning, walked around with the switch if you couldn’t be in your room, and talked with him into the late hours of the night until you fell asleep. If you had to go somewhere outside your home, you took your switch with you. If you couldn’t, you usually told him where you were headed, and how long you would be gone. For his peace of mind, of course. But now? You were just… Gone. You had told him good morning, and had mentioned needing to do yard work. You said when you were done, you would come and talk with him in the evening. It's been nearly a whole day since then. Ingo was worried. The switch was still on, so you had to be home, surely? Ingo felt his throat beginning to tighten as he began to pace. You wouldn’t just leave him, would you? You cared too much about him, and loved hanging out with him. You two did everything together! What could have- Ingo stopped pacing. Surely, you didn’t leave him because he had been overbearing? No, you would have said something. …Right? Did you really get tired of him? Perhaps he was being a bit much. He couldn’t help it! You were practically the only thing keeping him going now. Knowing his life, his world, all of it was a lie? Just some code? You were his everything. So was that it? Did you grow tired of him? Annoyed by his behavior? Were you dropping him like an old toy that lost your interest?

Ingo felt his chest tighten, and he desperately grabbed his hat, pulling it down on his head. No, you wouldn’t. You were incredibly good at telling him about boundaries, and your likes and dislikes. You would have said something. You would have. So why were you gone? Why have you left him? As Ingo began to shake, a sob nearly erupted from his throat. Before he could go on into a full on panic attack, he heard a scream. Ingo froze. A scream. Someone screamed. Someone was in trouble. No one should be in trouble. The game was on. When the game was on, all NPC’s followed the code.

Who…? Ingo stood up straight, and began running in the direction he heard the scream at. It was late in the night in the coronet highlands, where your character had been idle for you both to usually talk. Not even NPC’s should be out this late in this area either. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help but feel this was important. Whatever that scream was, it was pulling him towards it. His instincts haven’t let him down yet, and he wasn’t going to ignore them now. When he ran through the area, he came to a stop when he saw what looked to be a person running from an Alpha Drifblim, which seemed insistent on chasing the poor civilian down. Ingo sighed, and began running towards the poor sap who pissed the pokemon off. Before he could get close, he noticed the Drifblim begin to power up a shadow ball, and aimed it at the person running away. Ingo’s eyes widened. “Look out!” He called. Whoever it was obviously heard him, turning to look his way. Unfortunately, that was their mistake, as they stopped, the shadow ball was able to hit them, launching them a bit of a ways away. Ingo quickly called out his Gliscor, who swiftly dealt with the Alpha pokemon. Meanwhile, he ran towards the person who was thrown, only to feel dread in his stomach build the closer he got. Those clothes. They were familiar. When he skidded to a stop, he felt a wail fall from his lips as he dropped to your side. It was you. Oh Arceus. Your face, your clothes, your hair, everything. It was undoubtedly you.

Ingo shook, and hardly registered his Gliscor defeating the Alpha Pokemon. It was as if his Pokemon felt its Master's rage, and swiftly dealt the finishing blow. Ever so gently, he lifted you up, and looked over you. You were real. You were here. Thankfully, despite having been thrown, you looked alright, just a few minor cuts and bruises by the looks of it. Besides that, you looked absolutely exhausted. Picking you up, Ingo quickly made his way to his cottage. He had to protect you. He could do that now. Still, Ingo was a bit confused about how you had managed to get here in the first place. He was ecstatic, of course. He was finally holding you for Arceus’ sake! But how? How could you be here? He hadn’t even finished testing the ability to go through the screen to your side.

He briefly stopped when the thought passed through his mind, and his Gliscor chirped in response. Shaking his head, Ingo continued. Perhaps, his testing wasn’t for naught? He knew he had been close to being able to go to your world, would it not be the same the other way around? Someone able to enter his own? You must have entered by accident, when he wasn’t paying attention. He briefly cursed himself for missing something so important as you falling through your screen. It didn’t matter now. You were here. He was holding you. You were real. He was close to his cabin, when he felt you beginning to stir. Looking down, your eyes met his. They were even more gorgeous up close. “I-Ingo?” you asked, looking a little out of it.

He smiled. “Yes, it’s me, my Dear.” he whispered. He could have sworn he felt a shudder run through your body. You stared at him for a few moments, before looking around. “Wait- Ingo- Where are we? How did I end up here? I fell through my screen, but that shouldn’t be possible…” You rambled on, and Ingo weighed in his options, before telling you a half truth. “Perhaps it’s because of me? The code has probably been changing since I became aware, and it caused something like this to happen?” A half truth. Not a lie. You pondered his words, before shrugging, and wrapping your arms around his neck. Ingo could practically feel the heat rise to his cheeks. “I was scared. I had no idea where I was at first. When I pieced together just where I was, It wasn’t easy trying to figure out where to go. Not having the Arcphone sucks.” You vented. “Afterwards, before I could find you or a camp, I was attacked by that Alpha. I have been up for hours already, so I wasn’t exactly in a state to run much more. Ugh.” Ingo hummed, and you leaned into him more. “You saved me, didn’t you?” you asked Ingo. He glanced down at you. “Yes. I did.” He then gestured over to Gliscor, who trilled and did a spin, seemingly happy to see you. “Gliscor helped fend off the Alpha while I tended to you.” he explained. You watched him carefully, nodding at his explanation. Neither of you spoke for a while, but you both stared at the other nearly the whole way to his house, Ingo only looking away to make sure he was on the right track to his home. It wasn’t uncomfortable, or awkward, but there was a tension he couldn’t quite place. When he arrived at his cabin, he reluctantly sat you down on your feet, so he could open the door. His Gliscor returned to its ball, and he led the way in. You eagerly looked around, smiling at his home, telling him how much it felt like him. He felt himself blush, before pulling his hat down to hide his face. You laughed, and called him adorable, only making him redder by the minute. After a few moments of silence, you walked over to him, and wrapped your arms around him. You sighed, and nuzzled his chest. “Thank you. For helping me out. I’m so happy I get to see you, even if it meant getting beaten up by a pokemon.” you told him, and Ingo felt his mouth go dry, before hugging you back. You both stayed like that for a while, unwilling to let the other go. Ingo found he didn’t want to ever let you go. You were finally in his arms, something he had been dreaming about for months. Even if it was only a friendly hug, Ingo was going to take all he could possibly get. After a little longer, you pulled away, though didn’t completely let him go. You stared into his eyes again, and Ingo felt that familiar tension rise in the room. He licked his lips as he stared at you. When had it gotten so hot? You briefly looked down, and began fiddling with his coat. “Hey Ingo? May I ask you something?” Ingo gulped, before answering. “Y-Yes?” You bashfully looked over to the side. “Can I… Can I kiss you? Please?” You asked, your face red. Ingo felt his brain short circuit for a moment. When he didn’t respond, you were quick to backtrack. “I-If it makes you uncomfortable I won’t! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” Ingo felt the cogs in his head kick back into gear, and was quick to interrupt. “Yes! Please, let me kiss you!” Your head snapped back up to look at him, your eyes wide. His hands shook, and he gently reached out to hold your face. Slowly, he brought you in for a kiss. When your lips met, Ingo couldn’t help but groan. They were so soft, and you were actually kissing him! Ingo felt like his head was spinning. When you both parted for air, Ingo was out of breath, and could practically feel the flush on his cheeks. You weren’t looking much different, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes dilated. You licked your lips, and Ingo felt his heart speed up. “I love you.” You whispered, and Ingo’s heart soared. “I love you too, my Dear.” He whispered back, quickly bringing you into another kiss.

For the first time in Ingo’s life, he felt complete. You were here, you were with him, and you returned his feelings. He felt he could die happy. As he kissed you, his mind wandered to the screen. You were safe with him, but perhaps he should make some plans. Even if you were safe with him, this world was still dangerous. Perhaps he could finally go through with entering your world… He had a lot to talk with you about, but that could wait. All that mattered right now was that you were with him. You were his. That talk could wait until morning.

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Star-Crossed by Choice: Chapter 2

Yandere Raihan & Leon with Champion Darling

Pokemon SwSh and SV Crossover

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Masterlist

Home. It used to mean something to you - you still vaguely recalled a warm, loving house back in the quiet backwoods of Postwick, a place to which you could once retreat away from the world. Somewhere where the weight of expectations on your shoulders didn’t exist, where there were no prying eyes watching your every move, waiting to pounce on a moment of weakness. Somewhere you felt safe, where the creak of a door opening didn’t send you straight into a panic attack. The word had lost all meaning to you after Raihan and Leon, no matter how much the two tried to convince you that you had one with them.

No, you didn’t have a home, was the sole thought that raced through your head again and again, almost as if a desperate prayer to uncaring higher beings. But it didn't matter what you thought or what you felt, even if your voice worked like everyone else’s. Raihan’s question had been entirely rhetorical as they always were, and no one knew that better than you. 

Yet even outside of your turbulent thoughts spiraling out of your control in your mind, the panic was taking a physical toll on your body. Every breath you took felt heavier and heavier, and you started to heave under the pressure - it was too much. Everything was too much. The noise, the eyes, their eyes; your world was collapsing around you. Your ears throbbed, the bustle of the growing crowd, eager for a taste of excitement in the usually sleepy town, mixing and mashing into a white noise over which you could only hear the pounding of your heart. The pressure of gazes, uncaring and distant and hungry for nothing more than the entertainment you provided.  Your chest tightened. You couldn’t breathe.

There was nowhere left for you to go except back to a past you couldn’t run from.

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Nemona glanced back at you worriedly. For all the months that she had known you, spent together both in and outside of classes, she had never once seen you in such a wretched state. Your chest heaving with the exertion of taking a simple breath, it was obvious to anyone with working eyes that you weren’t reacting well to the arrival of the two men for reasons that were currently beyond her. The healthy flush of color that graced your skin just a few minutes previously throughout the course of dinner had now faded, giving way to a shade of ashen gray that she had only previously seen on a Greavard. 

A crunch of gravel, a single step in your direction, and the switch in the student council president’s attention was immediate, orange eyes whirling back forward to land on an unbothered Raihan, the man not looking the slightest bit concerned despite your paling complexion. Of course it was a shock to learn more about your past, and there was still too much she didn’t know, but now was definitely not the time to pry for answers. “Don’t come any closer,” the Champion-ranked trainer warned, finally retrieving one of six Pokeballs hanging from her belt and tossing it to the ground. She would not stand for any further boundaries being crossed - and if it took a defeat in battle to have these two leave, then so be it. With a guttural cry, Pawmot materialized and seemingly grasping the situation at hand, instantly put itself between its trainer and Raihan, both paws raised. 

The uproar of the crowd faded away, giving way to nervous glances shot between bystanders as they realized what was unfolding, the town once more returning to an uncomfortable silence: a battle right here? In the middle of town? This was way too close for comfort for both watchers and the buildings around, and Nemona was well aware. Any missed or misdirected attacks could easily cause untold levels of hurt and damage, but did she really have any other choice? 

Yet despite having her Pawmot out, neither Raihan nor Leon seemed the slightest bit phased, simply opting to ignore her issued challenge, though the purple-haired former champion at least paused to glimpse at the newly introduced Pokemon. Pawmot soon lost its aggressive posturing, turning to look at its trainer confused: without an opponent to fight, what now? But neither Nemona nor the silent world had any answer, and the agonizing tranquility only continued. Without the usual rustle of flags or the shifting of dirt beneath their feet, every second seemed to stretch into eternity, and all those orange eyes could do was watch the Dragon Gym leader stroll closer with every stride, his eyes fixed solely on you, the rocks stumbling and tossing behind his feet an ominous foreboding of what was to come.

It took but a single heartbeat for everything to turn on its head. Taking her eyes off the approaching man for a moment to check on you was enough for Raihan to breeze past her outstretched arm. “Wha-” Whirling around only to be faced with the sight of his back, the sudden change left Nemona reeling back at the surprising speed, and she unconsciously staggered back a step. What had just happened? But despite her worries, all the prohibitively tall man did was sweep you straight into a hug, letting out the breath that he had been holding as he ran one hand through your hair, pressing your face firmly yet ever so caringly into his hoodie as if to hide you away from the world - the plain relief washing over his expression a far cry from the previous sharpness of his gaze. 

Then those crystal blue eyes turned on her, and for that instant, Nemona felt like she was staring straight into the wild eyes of a Salamence. “Aww come on, what kind of fun is that?” Raihan broke into a full grin, letting out a chuckle as he reached out to playfully poke Nemona in the shoulder, the ferocious look disappearing as if it had never been there. The heavy tension that had blanketed the area lifted, and as if on cue, the wind started up once more, a refreshing gale that brought a breath of fresh air down from the mountains and through the dusty streets. “Don’t look so serious, it’s not a good look to have ya know.”

Leon chuckled, his posture visibly relaxing as he ran one hand through his purple locks. Shaking his head fondly as he rested one hand on his hip, the former champion turned to the quiet crowd. “Sorry about that, folks. Didn’t mean to disturb you in the middle of your lovely evening.” 

A pause, the uneasy mob glancing around at each other briefly before the mumbles started up.

“I’ve been to Galar and I still have your league card, Leon! Could I get your signature please?” Someone called out from the midst of the people, and whatever was left of the serious situation evaporated into the rapidly darkening sky, the gathered mass slowly but surely dispersing of their own accord. Nemosa was left, standing alone and staring stunned at what had unfurled in front of her. What on Arceus’ green earth was going on?

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You looked so small next to him, Raihan mused, watching your hair parting and falling back into place as his fingers ran through. Then again, you always had looked tiny next to his lean, lanky form, even more so when you didn't have all this fabric covering you up. Looping his arm under yours to better support your limp figure against his own, the sight of your eyes dilated and trembling was enough to bring a sense of adoration rushing through his system, his heart soaring - it was you. Against all odds, it really was you. His little lover, his precious gem. He had found you again. The last of the sun rays danced across the orange sky as the sun sank beneath the horizon, the pastel colored clouds a fleeting memory of an eventful day, to which the tanned man let out a hum, turning his face up to bathe in the dying light. It truly had been a beautiful day; the same kind of gorgeous dusk it had been when Leon had been toppled from his throne by a little dark horse, the same kind of looming night when Raihan had first brought you home with him. Today would be a new memory made, he supposed.

A slight twitch, and his attention was back down and focused on you once more, watching as you begin to stir awake from the little vacation you took from reality and from him. Releasing the hand he had resting on the back of your head, the Galar gym leader allowed you to pull away from ever so slightly, your disorientation reminding him of the moments right after you awoke. “Are you alright?” Came his quiet whisper, long slender fingers moving to fiddle with your earlobe, though the gleeful grin plastered across his face told a different story, a glimpse into his unspoken thoughts. “Crowd’s gone now.”

But much to his chagrin, it seemed that his voice alone wasn’t enough to have you return fully to reality, and you simply nodded along with whatever Raihan was saying without acknowledging that it was him, the confusion still clear in your doe eyes; he had no doubt had it been Leon, you would have already jerked straight to attention.

The ugly jealousy reared its head once more, those nagging little voices that he never had quite managed to suppress whispering from the back of his head, all agreeing with what Raihan had always suspected: that you preferred Leon over him. The same emotion had once driven him to strive so hard to beat the unbeatable Champion flared up, stirring in his chest, yet it was a feeling that was so unbecoming of a lover. All he craved was your attention, the return of the little gestures of love you once showed him : the plate of delicious curry you had offered when he chanced upon your camp in the Wild Area, the little sandwiches you packed to pass him when you visited the vault in Hammerlocke after his complaint about not having the time to grab a bite. To one day hear his name mumbled by those heavenly lips. Yet you only ever gave the time of day to Leon.

Raihan got to you first, fair and square. You were his. You were supposed to be only his. So why? Hasn’t he given enough? Didn’t he treat you right? Didn’t he care for you so much better than that bastard ever did? So why didn't you give him what he craved? 

Downturned eyes narrowing, his grin falling slightly as that cursed mob of purple-haired popped into view from the corner of his eye, his arms tightening around you protectively. Oh how he hated his wretched rival. The one man he had to share your attention and affection with. The one man Raihan had never been able to beat. Yet it was you who put both of them in their places, a dark horse that took Galar by storm. And it was truly unfortunate that without either’s cooperation, neither would have been able to have you within their grasp once more. 

His patience with your lack of reaction had worn out. A single light tug of the strap of your backpack had you reacting instantly, and the toothy grin was once more back on Raihan’s face as your back stiffened along with the rest of your figure when you finally realized the predicament you were in. That was more like it. “Welcome back, lil champ. You had your little friend all flustered and worried, you know?”

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Leon jogged over to the trio left standing in the middle of the road right as you stirred back to life. It had taken a good while to clear off the masses, though nowhere as long as it usually took back in Galar. He didn’t usually mind the fame and adoring fans; they did come in useful from time to time, but this was one of those times that the usually friendly man had to physically bite down his frustration and his unusually short-fused temper. After all, you were right there. 

The sun to his Earth, just a stone’s throw away, the light that brightened his life and gave him a reason to keep going. Months of worry, thinking about you, wondering what you were up to away from him, fretting if you were safe out in the dangerous world all alone. The dread he had to endure night after night without knowing where you were, without you in his arms, having to trudge on with his duties to the people of Galar directionless in the lonely darkness. It had been absolute hell, and being forced to watch Raihan plastering his filthy hands all over you from a distance while he worked  - Leon wasn’t sure how long more he was going to last.

The Dragon Gym Leader had always been his rival long before you had ever stepped foot near the Gym Challenge, and Leon had always welcomed the challenge - Raihan by and large had been the only person who could force him to his last Pokemon, his partner Charizard. Being unbeatable was boring, and having strong rivals to battle at the end of the Champion’s Cup had been what the purple-haired man looked forward to the most. Yet now, all Raihan was was an eyesore and a pain - an irritant in what could be a smooth-sailing life where Leon had you all to himself.  After all, he was the one that saw your potential first, the first friendly face that had guided you along your journey into the world of Pokemon battles, the sole anchor in your life who had been watching out for you since the beginning. 

There used to be nothing that Leon chased more than the high of battle - the pure exhilaration, the adrenaline rush of being pushed to the edge. There was nothing more addictive. Being Champion was all well and good, but with no one capable of beating him, the thrill died off quicker and quicker each time the Champion Cup ended with him and Raihan; it was no fun to know your opponent never stood a chance. Yet the first time you had lifted that shy gaze to meet his in a Pokemon battle, the hair on the back of his neck instantly stood on end. The intensity that raged through your eyes, it wasn’t anything he had seen in a while, your potential, breathtaking. And his hunch had been right, Leon overcame with tears when he was finally defeated, his heart beating out of his chest.

It had always been you. You were all he craved. You, the only one to see through the celebrity Champion persona he wore like a second skin, to offer your smile to him as if he was just another person. The only one at the end of the tunnel. The purple-haired man had never asked for much in return for his devotion: just to know your voice as well as his little ungrateful brother Hop did, to earn your love like he earned his badges and scars, to be pampered once more.

So why Raihan? Why did you give two shits what he wanted? Why did you always pick him over Leon? What did you see in that constant loser that the unbeatable Champion lacked? 

No doubt you would be made to pay for your sins once Leon had you back where he could have you, body and mind, all to himself. But for now, his work was far from done, the usual celebrity smile still pulling at his lips as his steps came to a slowing stop near the self-proclaimed “Champion-ranked trainer”, whatever that was supposed to mean; even after the last fan had left, sated with the newest selfie and signature they obtained of the formerly unbeatable Galar Champion to add to their collection, there was still one more obstacle standing between you and him to deal with. 

He couldn’t quite afford to drop his public persona just yet - it would be idiotic to show such a…personal side of himself that he reserved only for you to anyone else, and so he persevered. “Nemona, was it? Leon.” Sticking out his hand, Leon relaxed his face muscles as much as he could, though it was clear to you that his deceptively friendly eyes held anything but disdain for the other behind the cover. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

Your new friend simply let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a snort of disbelief and a whine of confusion, though she still took the offered hand in a firm shake.

The town had returned to a peaceful normalcy, the streets once more emptying as the night grew late, dim lights spilling out from between the shutters of closed windows and from tired streetlamps just barely illuminating the cobblestone paths. The dropping temperature only brought with it colder winds that swept down from the surrounding mountains, the dust being kicked up and blown about in every direction a mild irritant to the souls still braving the worn roads. 

Reaching into his pocket, your flinching at the usually innocent gesture that Leon caught from the corner of his eye drew a genuine grin out of him, though all the purple-haired man retrieved from his pocket this time was one of many copies of his league card. “I know this is not Galar, but would you like my league card?”

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Regret. That single emotion was all you could feel in the moment, bile rising at the back of your throat and flooding the cavity of your chest, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. They were here, Leon and Raihan. They had found you. You shouldn’t have given it your all to win. You never should have caved to Hop’s persistence to join the Gym Challenge as his rival. You shouldn’t have agreed to meet Leon. 

After all the risks, all the heartache, all the effort it had taken for you to steal away, to break free; you were back at square one again. Right back in their grasp.

The frigid wind tearing through Cortondo, the same gale you had once enjoyed as it teased your hair and whispered unknowable secrets in your ear, felt especially uncaring this night, you noted bitterly, your gaze still turned downwards the ground, hot tears trailing painful paths down reddened cheeks, your limp body simply propped up against Raihan’s. Dully noting that Nemona’s continued presence despite her current distraction courtesy of Leon, you could only wonder what outcome your friend was hoping for by sticking around. You didn’t want to see her hurt - not the first friend that you had in a long while that you had found your voice to speak to. And if you could still speak, you were sure that you would have told her to run. That these two men were dangerous, that they shouldn’t be trusted, that she should just leave you and save herself. Alas in the presence of your worst nightmares, even your own voice seemed to have abandoned you.

“Your fans have been all worked up about you, lil champ,” Raihan’s Rotom phone popped out from the pocket of his pants, the screen flashing as he navigated to his social media page. A quick scroll to the latest post some five months ago was all it took to reveal the hundreds of questions and concerns that had poured in day and night. “Look how worried they are.” Strangers who knew you only by the images and videos of the life you lived on the platform flooding both the comment section and the Galar gym leader’s direct messages, clamoring for news on the popular gym leader and of course you, their beloved Champion: older comments enquiring the unusual silence of the account and the lack of posts, and newer ones simply wishing both you and Raihan well. 

But you knew it was just pretense - what they were truly missing was the entertainment that was your life. The constant stream of posts, the tantalizing updates of the ongoings of your life carefully curated by the influencer and massively popular gym leader. Your “fans” never cared for you any further than the entertainment that you brought; they never did. All you were to them was a break from their boring reality at the cost of your own. “Come on, let’s take a selfie!”

Resisting the command, your attempt to pull away was for naught. He knew you hated it, being in the spotlight of any kind. You had never been one for the limelight, preferring to pass unnoticed, but all the more he was going to make you do it. It was a punishment for defying him, for denying him - that sharp gaze and sharper mind definitely picked up on the few words you had managed to mutter to Nemona earlier. And it was just the beginning. Yet standing no chance against his strength, Raihan pinned you into place, his Rotom getting into that all too-familiar position, ready for a new post, a new update to your adoring fans eager to hear about their Champion. “Smile!” 

How could you explain that the all-star life that you lived wasn’t what it looked like? That your every move was controlled as if you were nothing more than a doll on strings, destined to be paraded around as if a trophy and passed between the two puppet masters that ruled every second of your life? The punishments that awaited not only you but your friends and your beloved Pokemon if you disobeyed, the constant new marks and bruises that littered every inch of your skin as Raihan and Leon fought for ownership, both seeking to mark you with the hope the other would back off? No, you knew the answer long before you tried to get help - no one would believe you. Not over Raihan, and certainly not over Leon.

You couldn’t. You tried, the corner of your mouth shaking with the effort as the muscles tried to haul themselves upwards. But you couldn’t, your lips refusing to pull up into even a painful grimace, instead slacking and giving way from the trembles. The flashes of the hellish life under the two men that you had left behind in Galar, long repressed memories that haunted you on bad nights roaring straight back to the front of your mind; you thought you would have found confidence as a Champion. You thought you would have found your voice. All you found at the end of the tunnel were a waiting pair of dragon and lion.

Raihan’s signature lazy, toothy grin dropped entirely from his face, the weight of his glare on you as heavy as his tone. “I said, smile.”

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A shrill cry was the sole warning they received, your Cinderace burst forth from its ball unprompted in response to your distress reaching its limits, forcing Raihan to release you from his grasp as it materialized between you and him. Fortunately for you, the crowd had long dissipated, tired souls having retreated to the safety and comfort of their homes - the spectacle would have only been bigger with the appearance of a non-native Pokemon like Cinderace on the streets of Cortondo of all places. Without the support of tanned arms, you slumped to the ground, the distinct clank of metal ringing out through lifeless streets as the bottom of your bag impacted the stone-lined streets beneath, the familiar sound drawing Leon's attention as well: more Pokeballs. You had more of your Pokemon on you.

The remnants of Raihan’s public mask shattered.

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[leggerefiore]

haii!! for spooky reqs, how about giratina!volo chasing his s/o in distortion world,, yandere type beat,, s/o tryna escape but volo is so much more powerful and always aware where s/o is at any given time so he just sees this as a "game"

cw: yandere, giratina Volo, unhealthy relationships, dark content

pairing: Volo/Reader

The eeriness of the Distortion World was something that simply could not be misunderstood.

From the moment one stepped foot into the world parallel to the normal, sane one, it felt like passing through a thin layer of membrane like that just beneath the shell of an egg. Then, after pressing through, one goes breathless. There is nothing yet followed by everything.

The endless pulsating of violet void and the harsh, rocky terrain that floated around the space at all manner of angles, how the plants grew upward no matter said angle, and the waterfalls and pools beneath them… Everything was not as comprehensive and logical as the world one knew previous. The air was stagnant and stale, yet odourless somehow. Sound felt as if echoed forever, on and on, until nothing but a heavy silence weighed upon the impossible lands.

And… it swam around this world as its horrid core.

The ominous glow of crimson eyes and bathed in shadow…

Its humanoid form was arguably pleasant, however. Yet, still eerie with the black wings that spread like tendrils from his back and the golden metal-like protrusions guarded his neck and face. His hair, just as golden as the potrusions and a beautiful face, were more distracting. Something dark burned his eyes, however.

You foolishly pitied him. A being cursed to an existence of loneliness and exile in such a labyrinthine world. His story was sad. Desperate for his creator's attention but rejected and then acting out like a child would for it. You only stroked his hair as he laid his head in your lap and recounted it all.

It should have been a clue to his true nature.

He was possessive.

Horribly so.

Whenever you left his dimension, he was visibly unhappy about it. Volo tried to tell you that the normal world was not safe and that he worried about you too much when you were away, but you somehow always managed to shrug off his concerns and leave the Distortion World for a while. No matter the length of the period you spent away, he always seemed irritated and desperate when you returned.

The short while after was spent in a nearly suffocating embrace while floating through the seemingly endless space of the Distortion World.

Another warning of what was to come.

Your chances to leave the odd dimension grew less and less as Volo seemed to shift into something more needy and demanding. He refused to acknowledge your questions and demands for the portal, simply saying that he was too exhausted or busy to make one. You would be fine, he would reassure you. Time did not pass in this world as it did your own, much like how space functioned so strangely as well.

You foolishly accepted it.

After all, you had become his “mate” at that point.

He was just worried about losing his lover and only companion… You convinced yourself that. Volo would get over his strange feelings and let you go free. He just needed to adjust. His tender moments of just holding you to him or speaking with you endlessly about his interests made you feel conflicted. You wanted to believe everything would normalise eventually.

Until, you could not.

It was difficult, fleeing through the non-euclidean architecture of the Distortion World. Your breaths felt more difficult to take in thanks to the oddity of the world. Running was strange, as the force felt all the more consuming to move, but you did not dare stop. An exit had to be somewhere. There had to be one. You refused to accept that there was not.

Volo was lurking somewhere around, you knew.

He had snapped when you demanded an exit and claimed that time apart would be helpful. The pleasant, amicable smile with soft, crimson eyes were gone. Shrunken pupils and a sinister grin replaced them. He towered over you, a height greater than that of normal humans. “... No, I won't let you go,” the Renegade pokemon had said, “You are lucky, you know? To be around a being such as myself. Most humans don't leave my realm with their life.”

Those words finally spurred you into fleeing from him.

What you were unaware of was the fact that this entire world was almost nearly an extension of Giratina's form. No matter where you went, Volo simply would know. He had known the second you stepped foot in here, and he would know every single step you took.

Volo thought it was a nice change up, however. There had been little time to spy upon humans and their realm while still planning his revenge on Arceus with you there. Were you not just so lucky to obtain the affection of him? The blond truly loved you. So desperate to make him happy and be his company during his forced isolation… Too sweet, too foolish. The human world was filled with cruel people. They would destroy you and take you from him.

He floated along casually, fully aware of the plants you were trying to hide within. Did you know how dragons became about their mates, he wondered. Did you even know that he was a dragon, alongside being something akin to a ghost? Ah, probably not. If only you had listened more carefully to his ramblings about mythology, then you would have been fully aware.

You held your breath when he stepped near the plants. How cute. A snicker came from him as he pulled you out. A cry left you as the legendary pressed you to his body. Adrenaline coursed through your veins desperately as you struggled against the grip of Volo. “My, I gave you plenty of warnings and chances to never return,” his head shook with mock pity on his face, “Did you listen? No. You must truly care for me, then.”

His cold hand came to hold your chin. The shiny golden horns on his head broke apart from the colour of his hair. “I love you, too, of course,” he reassured you, “Truthfully, I can't even say I would not have hunted you down had you not returned.” His tendril-like wings came to curl around you, locking you further in his grip. “Give up,” he hissed unexpectedly, “Just stay here. You cannot ever hope to escape without my help, and I will not ever let you go.”

His lips pressed against yours before you had a moment to argue back with him.

Your stomach twisted as you felt the sincerity in his final words.

Giratina was the god of this realm.

This entire dimension was its own to do as it pleased.

You were an unfortunate denizen of this world now.

Your eyes were bleary as Volo pulled away from the kiss. His gaze back to its normal state. “Worship me,” he ordered.

This request was what would completely seal your fate to be with the Renegade pokemon for the rest of time.

#yandere x reader #yandere volo x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #volo x reader #volo/reader #yandere #yanstuff

[kittenmey-rin]

Pokemon Sword & Shield: Yandere Milo x Female Psychic & Dark Pokemon Singer Reader

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You are running from Milo because he killed Hop, Nessa, Kabu, Bede, and Chairman Rose, you can't believe that the nice, gentle, caring, loving, Grass type would become a monster. "N/n, where are you, come out, come out, come out wherever you." Milo said while walking down the hall of the Basement, you are hiding in the largest, longer boxes, you have been planing of being the bait once Milo's guard is down, you are done calling the cops and told them full proof plans, once you come out of your hiding place, you made a sound of a loving voice. "Milo, I am going to the office room, come and get me." You said, while giggling and running to the office, Milo heard your voice from a mile away, he smiled psychoticlly, and followed you. When Milo went into the office, the office lights went out, but the candles are lighting up, he sees you wearing a (Short/Middle/Long) (F/c) Dress, beautiful make-up on your face, he walked to you and asked "Did you make this for me, N/n??" You nodded while looking at Milo "Hey Milo, can I put this blindfold fabric on your face??" You asked while your mind is according to plan into crime action of Milo's fault. "Sure N/n." Milo said while smiling. After you cover Milo's ears with earplugs and putted an fabric blindfold on Milo's face, you whispered away from Milo and said "Goodbye forever Milo." After the police arresting Milo, Milo is sentence to 24 years in prison before death, and you never ever heard of Milo the Grass type gym leader again, you visit Hop, Nessa, Kabu, Chairman Rose, and Bede's gravestones every afternoon while giving them goodbye gifts, 15 years later, you are the new Chairman.

The End.

#pokemon milo x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon milo #yandere x reader

[yanpotatowriter]

loved your yandere hop and leon stuff, can we please get some yandere bede up in here

Bede is arrogant and pretends like his obsession is just wasting his time, even when he is the one that initiated the conversation or got in his obsessions way while they were walking somewhere. He doesn’t understand why he gets annoyed when others talk to his obsession and openly antagonizes anyone his obsession talks to their face, saying how he doesn’t understand how even someone like his obsession is able to stand being around dead weight and how the people they have talked to will only drag them down in the end. He starts off cold and demeaning to his obsession, but after he realizes that he wants them in his life he starts giving them back handed compliments and tips disguised as insults.

It takes a while for him to give his obsession a compliment to their face instead of it being veiled of something else but once the first one left his lips you can bet that his obsession will be complimented a bit more after that. He gets jealous very easily and cannot stand for anyone talking to his obsession as they could have been spending those precious seconds with him, after all no one is better than him, so his obsession has no right looking at other people with a smile on their face. He bullies his obsessions friends away, beating them in Pokémon battles and demeaning them for even thinking that they were good enough to be friends with his obsession while they are only dragging their (his obsessions) name through the mud whenever they lose a Pokémon battle. He will offer his obsession to work alongside him as a trainer of his gym if his obsession has fairy type Pokémon, if they don’t, he will just bring them to the gym and have them help him train for the next gym season. He thrives off of his obsessions praises and will go out of his way to do something nice for his obsession when he wants to get one.

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[smallestapplin]

May I request Yandere Alpha!rika

Omega afab( female nicknames appreciated 😫😫)

She has trained you so nicely~

occasional disobedience

but other than that you're getting used to her scent and becoming more and more addicted.

Now it's time to fully mark you as hers~

Bonus points if there's daddy kink

I’m blaming you, I’m blaming you, I’m blaming you-

CW : fem afab omega reader, YANDERE, Stockholm syndrome, heat/Rut cycles,hinted past noncon, daddy kink, Rika calls her strap her cock, one pussy smack

🔞18+Only!🔞

Dark content ahead!

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Rika knows she picked such a good omega.

Your scent to her is irresistible! And you’re so cute, and kind, she just had to have you! Yet you weren’t wooed by her charm, or her courting gifts.

What was she suppose to do? Let you settle for someone who wasn’t good enough for you? She has gotten rid of so many people, just to have you!

You’re her pet! Her mate!…well, not yet at least.

You aren’t sure how long she’s had you caged here, in her room, surrounded by nothing but her scent.

Months? Years, maybe? She won’t let go of you, swearing you two were meant to be.

Yet she never marked you as her mate, never biting or licking your scent gland, she’d cover herself and her clothes in your scent, always wanting it on her, but never bit you.

“I want my sweet girl to beg for it.”

Is all she told you.

Even during your heats she refused to, she refused to even fuck you.

Only burying her face into your cunt, moaning and licking up your slick. Smacking your thighs as you try to squirm away.

“Hold still, I’m not done with you.”

You can smell how wet she is, and hear her fingering herself as she buries her tongue into your hole.

It was every heat she’d do this, no matter what you said. Only to coo so lovingly at you, letting you, and pampering you.

Never leaving your side while you were awake, only leaving to get you food while you slept. Showing you just how good of an alpha and a mate she is.

All your needs will be met, as long as she’s here.

Little by little you began longing for her, wanting her, missing her warmth next to you, missing her scent.

You’ll never know of the smirk she had, when she came home not smelling like you, and you broke down in tears.

Just as planned.

You got desperate for her.

She eventually let you roam around her house, cooing as you still picked her lap as your seat.

Purring while you run your fingers through her long, green locks.

Greeting her every night on your knees, waiting at the door.

“Welcome home!”

You make it hard to stay calm. But she holds herself back, just a little more and you’ll be her wife, her mate, her perfect fuck toy.

You’ve started liking her, accepting her as your wife.

Asking her to scent your clothes, blankets, and pillows, drowning yourself in her scent.

She only has to wait now. Not for long though, she knows your heat cycles by heart.

Rika can feel spit pooling in her mouth, at just the smell of you, she’s only at the front door and your scent is so heavy!

It’s her favorite.

She can feel her body heating up. You smell intoxicating! She’s swooning at the door. She glances at it, noticing the locks seem to have been tampered with.

Seems she needs to remind you of your place.

Rika is quick to strip, kicking her shoes off first, then her tie as she makes her way down the hallway.

Stopping just outside the bedroom door.

Your heats early, so she’ll excuse you not greeting her this time.

Your head shoots up from your nest, once you heard the door open. Rika bites her lip as she takes all of you in, unbuttoning her shirt as her eyes linger on your bare form.

“Rika! Please I- my heat-!”

She places a glove covered finger to your lips.

“Shh it’s okay, baby, I’m here, let daddy take good care of you.”

You open your mouth, sucking on the leather on her thumb. She growls, quickly taking the rest of her clothes off.

Letting you bite and take off the glove in your mouth, while doing the same to her other one.

Once those are off she moves away from you, towards the closet. You let out a whine, desperately wanting your alpha.

“Hey now, none of that! Lay back and keep your legs open, like a good girl.”

And you didn’t hesitate, laying back against the pillows with your legs wide open, showing off your leaking, twitching cunt.

“I hope you weren’t touching yourself while I was gone.”

You tremble at her words, more so when she slips the harness of her strap, on.

Watching her tighten the straps, before making her way back to you with a bottle of lube.

“No daddy! I couldn’t, it’s not the same, it’s not you.”

Rika coos, chuckling at how desperate you are. Looking at you, she can’t help but drool, your scent thick and heavy, your pretty pussy on display, just for her, leaking onto the sheets below.

Looking at her with such need, it’s everything she’s always wanted from you.

“Good girl, following orders like that. Let daddy spoil her princess.”

Rika hovers over you, her strap on in one hand as she rubs lube all over it, and her other hand sliding up your thigh.

She easily slides two fingers into your dripping hole, her thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit.

“P-please! Oooh please daddy, I need- I need more!”

You yelp at the harsh slap she gives your cunt, before sliding her finger back in.

“Don’t be greedy, omega, you’ll take what I give you.”

“Yes daddy! M’sorry!” Your whine echoes in the bedroom, making her chuckle.

“Good whore.”

She smiles down at you, listening to your moans turn to shrieks, as she crooks her fingers, and finger fucking you.

Her palm slapping against your clit, with every quick movement of her fingers.

“Alphaaa!”

You whine so cutely. You roll your hips down, trying to match her pace, wanting more!

“Aw such a needy little omega I have.”

You arch your back, gripping the sheets below you.

“I’m gonna- oh! Daddy! Please let me cum! Please, I’ve been a good girl!”

Rika growls lowly, making your heat ridden self lean your head back, exposing your neck to your alpha. You bite back a whine, once her fingers stop.

You watch her pull her fingers from your drooling cunt, bringing them up to her face, and licking them clean.

You shake at the hums and moans she lets out, you watch with bated breath once she finishes cleaning your mess of her hands.

“Fuck, princess.”

You spread your legs further, at the sound of her so breathless.

“Taste so fucking good. All for me, right?”

Rika slots herself between your legs, resting the toy on top of your cunt, slowly grinding it against you, letting the tip catch your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Only for you! Only yours!”

He smirks, leaning down pressing her chest to yours. Your noses touch, her breath fanning over your face.

“Only mine, yeah? My filthy slut?”

“Yes! Your slut! Your toy! Please daddy just fuck me, mark me, make your mate!” Tears well up in your eyes.

The earthy scent of amber and driftwood waft through the air, getting stronger the longer she waits.

Rika can feel it, your heat, your taste, your begging, it’s all triggering her rut.

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

Her hands grab the backs of your knees, holding them up and open, as she slides the fat tip of the strap on into your awaiting fuck hole.

Your slick makes the toy slide in so easily. Tossing your head back, as you struggle to take all of it.

She finally bottoms out, the knot of the toy pressing flushed against your pussy lips.

Rika smiles warming down at you, leaning over, folding you in a mating press, just so she can kiss your addicting lips, her tongue licking up all your drool.

“You didn’t think I’d notice, would you?”

You make a confused hum sound, eyes barely focusing to look at her, before widening in fear, realizing what she meant.

The door.

“Such a naughty, filthy slut! Don’t worry dear, I’ll make sure you remember who’s omega you are.”

She pulls back, leaving just the tip in, and slamming it back into you. She gives you no time to adjust, just pounding into your perfect pussy.

You shriek, gripping her arms, feeling her piston into your cunt.

“Dirty girl, you are mine! Only mine! You’ll stay right here with me.”

Tears stream down your face, crying out at the brutal force of her pounding into your cunt.

“Daddy! Oh god- daddy! I’m- I’m sorry!”

You start squirming, the pleasure being too much. She doesn’t slow her hips, only putting all her weight into it.

The tip of the strap battering against your womb, with every rough thrust.

You jump, squealing as she slaps your thigh, your skin burning from the hit, only for it to be followed with another, and another.

Every time she pushed flushed with you, a smack was landed on your burning thigh.

“Fuck, you’re such pretty girl like this. All sobbing for my cock.”

The knot slamming against your creamy pussy, it’s too much!

Your chest bouncing with every slap of her hips. Your mouth hangs open, letting out all your moans and squeals.

“F-fuck, Rika!” Your arms wrap around her shoulders, clawing at her back.

“I’m gonna cum! Please daddy let me cum! T’much! I can’t- please! Mark me! Markmemarkmemarkeme-!”

Fuck, she can feel her cunt dripping, you’re just so irresistible! She can’t hold out, she needs you!

“Be a good little bitch, and cum all over my cock.”

You cry, wanting her to mark you as her mate, but she’s relentless. Her thrusts never slow, fucking into your sweet spot over and over again.

Your eyes roll back as your vision goes white. Rika moves, grabbing your hips and slamming the knot of the toy into you. You wail as you cum, body shuddering feeling Rika furiously rubbing your clit, while she grinds the strap into you.

“Yeeaaah that’s it, so fuckin pretty for me.”

She helps you ride your high, only stopping when you whimper. Rika buried her face into the side of your neck, nuzzling and licking your scent gland.

She can feel her slick coating her inner thighs, as her pussy throbs, desperately wanting anything!

You lazily look at her, her long forest green hair a mess, some sticking to her sweaty skin, her face dusted pink, she has a glow to her.

“Wait, wait don’t move, I’m- aahh!”

You press your head back against the pillows, biting your lip to hold back your cry.

Rika carefully pulls the strap out of your abused hole.

“We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.”

You raise your head to watch her get out of your nest, quickly undoing the harness, and stepping out of it. Crawling back in, she slides one of your legs under her, straddling it while she lifts your other over her shoulder.

Your breathing hics, feeling her wet pussy against yours.

“One more, princess, be a good girl and make me cum.”

You scramble, gripping and digging your nails into her thighs.

Rika doesn’t wait, grinding her cunt against yours. She leans her head back, moaning softly. Oh she’s waited so long for this! To feel your pussy rubbing against hers, feeling your clits grind against each other.

With every roll of her hips, she leaves you shrieking. You’re just too sensitive! It’s too much! Too good!

“Daddyyy! S-so good!”

Rika grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to her. She shoves her face back into the crook of your neck, breathing in your addicting scent.

“Ooh my pretty mate. You know how to make me feeling sooo good! Fuck!”

The room is filled with Rika’s breathless praise, and your loud cries.

“Lemme feel your pussy gush against mine, please? Do it for daddy, baby.”

You tilt your head away from her, giving her more access to your neck.

You bring one hand up, squeezing your tit. You nearly thrash, practically screaming as Rika bites down on your scent gland, your pussy gushing and creaming all over hers, as she marks you as her bond mate.

The taste of blood fills her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the added wetness and heat. She grinds her hips faster, reaching her end when you shakily bite down on her scent gland, giving her the same mark.

You whine loudly, feeling your alpha growl against you. She slows her hips to a stop, and starts gently licking your new mark.

“My good girl, such a sweet omega I have. I love you.”

You can only moan softly.

Knowing good and well she’s not done with you yet.

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