#yanstuff

[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

[galzwrld]

INTRODUCTION.

CWS FOR MY PAGE: obsession, insects (especially cockroaches and centipedes), stalking,unhealthy relationship dynamics, SOMETIMES politics since its a special interest, religious imagery

my name's fleance and this is a yandere blog! alongside that; i will just be posting whatever the fuck i feel like tbh

i am a minor (15 years old) so i dont really want nsfw accounts reposting my shit, thanks !!!!

my pronouns are it/she and i am intersex+librafemme, DO NOT USE THEY.

i am also biromantic with a heavy male lean, and am questioning demisexual

i am single!

i have no boundaries as in stalking/pining, go ahead!!!

anons here: 🫀,♠️

tags

💋 yaps - off topic

💋 obsess - yanstuff

💋 mail - responding!!

💋reblogs - reblogs

💋vent - venting

LOVE YALL🩷🩷🩷

#💋 yaps #yanblr #obsession #yancore #yandere #obslove #obsessive thoughts #obsessive yandere #actually obsessive #obsessive love #yan blog

[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

[leggerefiore]

hello :’) hope ur having a good day!!

would u be willing to write HCs for yandere volo? can be both sfw and nsfw if u want!!

love ur blog!!

I. I never wrote Volo yan hcs lmao??? I swore I did, but I checked, and somehow I just... didn't lol??? maybe not nsfw for now because I just haven't been able to write horny content for some reason. might be a bit bad too since I'm rusty on writing yan stuff

cw: yandere, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, Volo isn't really nice, dark content,

💫Yandere Volo📜

⭐️ He's not a romantic. That much is apparent in his behaviour. The only way to catch his attention is to either be useful for or threatening to his plans. More over, he feels like most people aren't worthy of his time. His friendly facade is just that – a facade. He's observant and careful, searching for any issues that could arise as he works towards his goal of forcing Arceus out of hiding – forcing Arceus to finally acknowledge him.

⭐️ That is why you, someone who had fallen from the portal he ripped in the sky above Hisui, intrigued him so dearly. The other one proved an amnesic old man, but you? Not so much. He could see a fire in you. It was why he approached you and challenged you to a battle. The blond could see your familiarity in battling, too. You were a threat to his plans. Especially so as you cleared through the frenzied Nobles. His frustration was intense towards you, but he hid it behind a veneer of concern and friendliness.

⭐️ You haunted his brain as he wandered around the ruins and temples of Hisui. Who were you? Volo felt unable to escape your chokehold on his mind. It was not pure chance that a capable trainer fell through the very portal he had Giratina claw into the sky. He hated the way his heart raced, and his blood burned at the realisation. You had been sent by the very deity he sought to satiate his curiosity. The merchant had leaned forward and punched a tree in his frustration. Why you? Why did Arceus stand so staunchly against him? Why did his heart race at the thought of you?

⭐️ Volo originally started stalking you solely to see how you would stand in his plans, but as he slowly realises that Arceus sent you, it changes. He knows what you're doing at any moment in time. You never even noticed the blond just right behind you. The way he subtly aided you or left helpful items around. An Ursaring you failed to notice creeping towards you? His Lucario quickly stopped the bear from getting too close to you. He spends too much time following you around, unaware of the strange feelings blossoming in his brain.

⭐️ The blond remains amicable towards you, not daring to let the mask he so carefully built slip away to reveal the poisonous stew boiling just under it. Volo envies you; utterly and completely. He speaks with you in a friendly manner while you stand around with the clan leaders or that little twerp from the Galaxy Team. His jealousy towards these connections you hold bubbles aggressively inside him. Were they really worthy of your attention? He shook the thought from his mind and grinned at you playfully.

⭐️ His heart raced as he saw you sitting alone in the Obisidian Fieldlands, tears pouring from your eyes. He already knew what happened. The sky above Hisui corrupted with colours and strange energy. The final part of his plan had come to fruition. Much too late, as he already changed his gears. The plates seemed more likely to help him gather the deity's attention. After all, you were clearly sent to clean up his mess. Poor, poor you. Volo enjoyed the way you buried yourself in his chest, terrified and desperate for a friend.

⭐️ It was then Volo came to another realisation, this time towards his own feelings. The sight of you clinging to him, desperate for his touch. Addicting, he'd say. His hand pressed softly to your back, and he spoke softly as he could to comfort you. Volo... wouldn't say he loved you, but he wanted you. His madness led him to wanting to take Arceus's powers as his own, after all. He could have whatever he wanted. Especially someone chosen by the deity.

⭐️ He helped you in beating the two Sinnoh legendaries, with collecting the red chain from the Lake Guardians. He stood by your side as you faced down the commander of the Galaxy Team. Now, all he had to do was collect you when you least expected it. Volo continued to fool you throughout the situation as you searched for the plates with him. His luck when you mentioned wanting to know more Hisuian legends amazed him. The search with you only fed his fascination. The way you reacted and felt, he needed to see it all.

⭐️ Even meeting Arceus, as significant as it was, felt less important than his obsession with you. Volo mulled over what to do with you. While he had you at his side for now, he knew you would likely turn on him when he revealed his true plans. He hated the idea of you opposing him. No, he wanted you as you had been when you were kicked from Jubilife, desperate and pitiful in his hands. Volo sighed as he faced the Renegade pokemon once more.

⭐️ The blond hid you away in the Distortion World, no longer willing to share what he felt he had a rightful claim to. If Arceus wouldn't acknowledge them, then he would take the deity's chosen one in return. He would break you down here into the partner he needed. You looked so terrified as you woke up in the strange world. Oh, well. He had no intentions of swaying from his newest plans.

⭐️ Volo is hard to pin down. He's not overly affectionate for the most part, but there are moments where he drowns himself in you, demanding your attention and touch and settling for nothing less. Perhaps an attempt to make up for what he lacked in his youth, or just something fuelled by the madness of his obsession. You may find yourself preferring the needier version of him that he provides rather than the cruel one that stares down at you with shrunken pupils and a haunting smirk. “… My, my, I wonder how that deity feels about what I've done to you,” he whispers into your ear as he holds you close to him, both of you shaking in an embrace.

⭐️ You're alone in this dimension, save for Volo and Giratina. And seeing as Giratina is most subservient to Volo and a pokemon... You basically just have Volo as company. He's not overly doting, but he makes sure your needs are tended to. Food, usually bought at the Wallflower or something prepackaged from the Ginkgo Guild. You can request things, but it's not always easy to get everything you want. He's trying at the very least.

⭐️ Punishments aren't something he likes to do, admittedly. Volo likes seeing you afraid and desperate, not in pain (too much). He leaves you alone in the Distortion World for a while with just enough to survive usually. You'll begin to lose yourself in the isolation and pure oddity of the world to the point you cling to him desperately. Volo feels smug at the point, certain you're getting ever closer to his end goal. “I do hate having to leave you like this,” he speaks in a calm tone as you cling to him desperately, “Wouldn't it just be easier to do what I say? Why do you bother resisting?”

⭐️ Volo truly wants you to submit to him; to worship him like he did Arceus. He watches as you go from the confident Survey Corps member to a desperate shell that he's more than happy to fill. His touch is comforting and toxic. His thumb and index finger digging into your cheeks as he asks you to worship him, eyes wholly different from the gentle ones of his facade. It's easy to lean into his words, unable to escape them or him. Time passes oddly in the Distortion World, too. Everything becomes easier when you just listen to Volo. Maybe he truly was a god. You fall into his delusions at some point.

⭐️ When he's certain you're a true believer in whatever he is, you'll be returned to Hisui. The light of the sun reminding you much of the golden locks of Volo. You don't dare defy or run from the blond at this point, convinced of his something akin to divinity. Volo is smug about everything, enjoying how you are seemingly unaffected by your “friends” joy over your return. You fully support him as he leads you up to the Temple of Sinnoh, plates in hand, to summon the deity to this world and let Volo subjugate it to achieve his true end.

⭐️ It would be relatively easy for you to escape after he returns you to Hisui, but the issue is whether you could overcome all the conditioning he set upon you in the Distortion World to actually call out for help. Even as Cyllene questions just where you were and what happened to you, it's difficult for you to speak out. If you did manage to explain the situation, you would most certainly be protected and guarded. It would deter Volo (and annoy him heavily), but ultimately, he would continue with his plans to use Arceus. In his more favourable world – you won't even be able to turn against him.

⭐️ Ultimately, he falls for someone deemed worthy by Arceus and wants to corrupt them into worshipping him instead. He wants to claim all of them and mould them into his dedicated worshipper. Volo is not a romantic, but he does love you in a way, even if it's built from both envy and fascination. If his plans with Arceus fails? Well, he isn't above disappearing both of you and hiding away from the rest of the world. He's upset his dream has failed, but smug that he corrupted one with Arceus's blessing to such a degree. Besides, this doesn't have to be the end for his dream. He just needs to rethink it.

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

[leggerefiore]

boo! 👀

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

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

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

Minors DNI

🌌Yandere Cyrus🛰

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[leggerefiore]

Hmm, the more I think about it, Volo might feel betrayed when hero of Hisui s/o leaves back from Hisui to Sinnoh. Especially if he's cursed with immortality for what he did/finds it on his own to keep pursuing his goals. Over the years, he grows desperate to see them again and cannot believe the centuries he bears alone. The only thing that keeps him going in the knowledge that he can meet them again.

Just one day, you are walking through modern Jubilife, reflecting on how it was to you what could not have even been a month ago to you mentally. Then suddenly, arms come around you, and all you see is long blond hair and a heavy coat. An eerily familiar voice coos in your ear, "Found you..."

then you're never seen again jkjk

#volo.ima #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

Aliens Submas. Human AFAB Reader. After the First Contact with the twins but that went badly and only the Reader survived of the crew. The Three stuck in the human space station but only because Nobori and Kudari want to make it the nest for their mate. The Twins find out about Valentine's Day and decide to celebrate it with Reader, but they don't fully understand it and it ends up as usual with those two, i.e. fucking, it doesn't matter if Reader is willing or not

Invasion

cw: 18+ content but not explicit, yandere, noncon, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), alien au, death of other characters implied,

Minors DNI

sorry for lack of anything too explicit my brain just wouldn't let me write any :(

At first, your crew was confused as to how these aliens made it into your space station without being noticed by the security system.

They took on a humanoid form, but strange anomalies with tentacles sprouting out from their back alongside glowing gems in their chests made it obvious they were far from a species like your own. Your captain barked out an order to contain them. You stood back in terror, only a survey researched that was on board to investigate the far-off planets the crew was sent to explore. They were fast creatures, moving before you could even think to react.

Screams and shouts echoed throughout the room as you felt a ball of cowardice overtake you. Heavy breaths came from you as your feet pounded against the metal flooring. You dashed further and further away from the atrium, seeking out the communications room to radio out for help. This obviously was not going to end well. Hostile aliens had always been considered, but none were supposed to make their way on to the station.

Tears burned your eyes as you considered how you had just beaten off an odd cold just a few days prior. Your health had slumped after a trip to a passing comet. The medic of your crew had declared you to have simply overexerted yourself. Hiccuping, you realised you had gone the wrong way in the sprawling corridors of the station. Your quarters were nearby, however.

Quietly, you sneaked into your room and set the door to lock behind you. Crawling into the corner of the room, you gazed out the small window into the vast expanse of space outside. This place was nothing like the scenery provided by earth. Had you made the wiser choice to stay home, you would have avoided this entire situation, but you stupidly craved adventure and believed the lies of being something akin to a pioneer. Those were dumb dreams.

You tried desperately to send out a distress signal with a local communicator, but just as you pressed the button… The station's power cut out. You froze as you set in the dim room with only emergency low-power lights providing any illumination. Those aliens must have been highly intelligent. You crawled under your bed as you hoped for someone to notice the change and send for help. Your communicator's signal was cut with the loss of power.

In a desperate attempt to calm yourself, you recalled the light-hearted conversation you had with a fellow survey member. She had been giggling about a security team member asking her to spend an evening together for Valentine's Day. That seemed so long ago, despite it likely not even having been six hours away from your current time.

A loud clunking sound as heard. You froze. Another soon followed. And another… Until, your door was pried open. Glowing silvery eyes peered inside as the gem embedded in the chest of the creature worked something like an impromptu flashlight. He scanned the room carefully before stepping in with ease. You held your breath and stayed deathly still, hoping he would pass you by. Your eyes were squeezed shut, calling back to youth when 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' still applied.

Everything was still. Everything was quiet.

You opened your eyes.

The alien's gaze peered icily at you. You would have jumped had it not been for the cramped space you had hidden yourself in. His cold hand reached out to grab you, resulting in your backing away further against the wall. A sigh came from him. The mood felt wrong.

“… We will not hurt you,” his voice was gentle and eerily familiar, like something that you had once heard in a dream. Steps echoed in after him. You felt ill as he pulled you out from under the bed. The aliens gazed at you with identical expressions. Truly, they must have been a race of drones, with just how similar the two looked. One of them held a smile, while the other wore a frown. You shuddered.

What were they going to do with you, then? Were your crewmates okay? Many questions raced through your head, but none resulted in answers. The smiling one suddenly restrained your wrists and ankles with his tentacles and stepped toward you. The frowning one shook his head. “I am Emmet,” he cooed at you, “We love you.” You felt awestruck by his words.

“… That's impossible,” you retaliated, “I couldn't love creatures like you anyway.” An expression of hurt crossed Emmet's face as he turned to his counterpart.

“Those are cruel words, dearest,” the frowning one crooned, “You carried our weakened forms to health in your body, after all.” All the blood drained from your body as you felt ice-cold. The heating system was down, too.

“Mmm… Ingo,” Emmet turned to his brother, “I still don't think this place is a desirable nest. Not at all.” Ingo nodded at his twin's words. You felt completely numb. Nest? Were they planning on turning this place into a breeding ground? How did they reproduce? “Naughty thoughts,” he giggled at you and pressed you against the bed, “Brother, I verrrrry much want to convert this place into a proper nest, buuuut my brain wants to go on with the 'Valentine's Day activities'.” Everything felt more and more confusing.

“Are you telepathic?” you tried to get an answer. Emmet shook his head with a playful grin.

“I am in your brain,” he whispered into your ear, “I learnt this language from you and made sure to take on a form you found appealing.” You shivered when his lips pressed to your ear before moving to your jaw. His brother stood stiffly, watching you both with mild annoyance.

“... I will check that all other life forms have been truly eliminated,” Ingo spoke with a cool, authoritative tone, “After confirming, I will return power. I worry this temperature will be inhabitable by our mate.” Emmet pulled away from the skin of your neck he was sucking at to nod at his brother. The twin stepped away and left you alone in the dim room with the smiling alien on top of you. He licked his lips.

“We discovered how to make imitations of human male gametes with our genetic code,” Emmet cooed, “Valentine's Day is about breeding, yes?” You felt horrified as he moved to unzip your bodysuit. “We are so verrrrry lucky you took us from that comet,” he began to press kisses across your exposed chest and down to your navel, “We will give you everything.” You wanted to cry, scream, anything, but instead you pondered something.

“... Why not just take me?” you asked.

“We wanted you to have a nest you would enjoy,” he replied as he slid off the bottom half of your suit, “You love this place. And our home planet would not accept you.” You shivered his another one of his tentacles freed itself to rub between your legs pleasurably. You moaned loudly. Another giggle came from him. “I know you are into aliens, too.”

You wished you had not read and watched some much xenophilic content in the past. It was impossible to deny that you would have been interested in them had they not attacked your crew as they had. You could only swallow.

“Happy Valentine's Day!”

A moan left you as the tentacle entered you.

~

You watched as another rescue ship met a quick end at the hand of your station. It had changed quite a bit since you first arrived here. The only human on board was you, but there were many, many aliens. Emmet hummed in annoyance as they called for backup. Ingo took to trying to comfort your upset son. They had begun remodelling the ship to better fit your tastes. It resembled a human home more than a research station now.

You leaned back down, going back to your card game with your daughter. These changes had long since been accepted by you. Everything that happened was your fault, after all. If you had not brought these alien invaders into the station, none of this would have happened. Sighing, you caught Emmet's gaze on you again.

It was impossible to leave, your many failed attempts only showed they were truly a part of you. Everything was easier now than it had ever been before. Your daughter, however, turned to Emmet with big pleading eyes.

“When do I get a mate?”

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #yandere x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #ingo x reader x emmet #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo/reader/emmet #yandere #smut #nastystuff #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

A silly idea I wanted to share with you:

Yandere!Larry doing really petty and passive aggressive things to try and keep you, but he immediately gives up when you put up any resistance.

Taking your car keys or phone to stop you from communicating with the outside world, only to bluntly hand them over when you find out he took them. Locking the door whenever you’re in a room together, but making no effort to stop you when you unlock it and leave. Scaring away friends and suitors but apologizing to them the second you give him the side-eye.

Honestly it’s not even yandere at that point, just possessiveness. Lightly bonk him with a rolled up newspaper when he starts acting up, and you’ll be fine.

it is funny though. inspired me to write a bit of them out.

cw: possessive behaviour, essentially yandere,

pairing: Larry x Reader

You glared at Larry as you blocked the door to leave your shared apartment. He was already dressed for the day, suit done up properly and briefcase in hand. His eyes were tired as he gazed you over. Everything seemed normal this morning. A lazy breakfast and quick goodbye, until you tried to find your phone.

It should have been on the night stand.

It was not.

You had your suspicions about Larry's recent behaviour. He had been acting oddly. Well, odd as a man like him could act. Selling himself as an exceptional everyman with an unfortunate talent for battling, that seemed to be snuffed flame. Meeting you and starting a relationship, he had been quite insistent on marriage out of the blue. You might have assumed he had wanted it for some kind of tax break, but he just seemed too pushy about it.

“Larry, give me my phone,” you crossed your arms across your chest, “I don't know what this is, but I know you have it.” You watched his bored expression shift slightly. His nose scrunched up, and his eyes became harsh. Larry placed his briefcase on the table and popped it open. Inside laid your phone. You wanted to snap at him.

“Here,” he held it out to you. You took it. With that, you moved out of his way and let him leave the apartment. What had got into him? He had never seemed like the type to indulge in these kinds of behaviours. Shaking your head, you unlocked your phone.

You needed to get out of here for a while before you went insane.

~~

Finding out he took your keys, too, led you to his office. You failed to consider the fact he had a private office. A plan to raise enough of a scene to embarrass him as dead on impact when the secretary pointed you out to his office. Opening the door, you saw him busily working on his computer, eyes bored but fingers quick. He barely gave a glance to you.

He knew why you were here.

“Larry,” you near hissed when you placed your hand on his desk, “Why?” A sigh came from him as the endless clacking of keys came to a halt. He stood up from hid desk abruptly. Easily, Larry strode to the door and locked it. You swallowed. What the hell was up with him? You rubbed your temples. “My keys, Larry, why did you take them?”

He was silent as he moved back to his desk and opened a drawer. A clanging sound echoed in the eerily silent office as he tossed them to you. You caught them and stared at him carefully. His chair squeaked as he sat in it. Soon, the clacking sound of keys consumed the open air again, and his eyes were glued to his screen. You left with no resistance or even a word from Larry.

Confusion wrecked your mind.

~~

“... So this is where you were,” Larry's voice was unmistakable as you stiffened in your chair.

You spent the day out of the apartment and decided to head out for a drink when the sun had begun to drift into Medali's surrounding distant hills. It had been pleasant, honestly. You ordered something plain at the bar and hung around vacantly as you stared at your phone. Your feelings were complex from Larry's strange actions. Closing your eyes, you tried to contemplate just why he would do anything he did. Was it a joke? He was too deadpan to tell.

You let out another sigh as a stranger took a seat beside you. A side glance told you his bland features, putting even your boyfriend to shame. He tilted his head. “Are you alright? You seem down,” the guy questioned you curiously. It was probably a bad idea to indulge him, but you really needed to bounce your ideas off someone.

“I'm… I'm not sure how I feel about my relationship right now,” you mumbled out and ran your finger around the rim of the glass your drink was in, “He's acting strangely, and I'm upset but don't know how to bring it up.” How could you? Larry, why did you take my phone? Oh, just because. The discussion would likely bring out information you really did not want to hear.

“That so? Want to just get away from him?” The guy tried an attempt at flirting, but before you could get out a response, a familiar voice came out from beside you.

Larry had taken a seat beside you, having blended in as a businessman who just got out of the office and failing to catch the attention of your conversation partner. You craned your neck to see him. His eyes were harsh as he gazed at the poor guy. He tensed nervously and politely gave a goodbye before rushing off to another part of the bar.

“You weren't at home,” Larry commented, “I knew you were upset, but I didn't think you wouldn't be at home.”

“You took my phone and keys,” you turned to him harshly. He nodded silently. The thought obviously did not bother him as much as it did you.

“I love you,” he said plainly, “I want to get married.”

You froze. What was wrong with him? His eyes seemed empty. You took a breath.

“I'm… going to stay at a friend's tonight. We can talk more later. I'm not in the mood right now,” you tried to stand, but his hand caught yours before you went. He held no intimidation. He was not a powerful man, not physically or in status. You still felt afraid.

“Alright,” he nodded, “Let's meet up during my lunch break tomorrow.”

You swallowed. The tightness of his hand was a solid thing.

“Okay.”

You parted from him.

#larry x reader #yandere larry x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere pokemon larry x reader #yandere x reader #pokemon x reader #yandere #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

Malaise

cw: yandere, possessive behaviour, angsty,

pairing: Cyrus/Reader

summary: It was this love you had so tenderly planted inside him that sprouted like a malicious strangler fig in his heart. Its overlapping limbs trapped it in a cage where there was no hope for him to ever escape it.

Feelings were always painful for Cyrus.

They had been for so many years at this point, that he had simply chosen to ignore them.

Most of them.

Would Cyrus admit he was a hypocrite? Yes, but only silently to himself.

He was aware. More than aware – sickeningly aware. The feelings wormed their way into his chest like a parasite that sought to rot his carefully prepared mask into nothing being a husk, leaving him bare and open to the world's judgemental eyes. Like the blue eyes of his mother, forever scorned into his memory.

You… You tortured him. In many ways. Ways he should have shoved you away from him and pretended your existence was nothing but a burden.

Not intentionally – No, no… Unfortunately, Cyrus knew you never intended to cause him any pain.

Not when you had embraced so many times in his youth, seeing him in tears after dealing with his parents' endless rejection. Your soft smile forever imprinted into his brain as you held him tightly to you. Gentle reassurances pouring from you. Pointless, in retrospect, but calming to him at the time.

You were the only one among his peers that seemed to see past his discomfort in socialising and meet him somewhere in the middle.

You were the only one he had the ability to turn to in those painful moments of his past.

You were just as socially isolated as him. It only made sense that you would drift towards Cyrus. He was aware that you had your own painful experiences happening in your life, too. The blue-haired boy had tried to imitate what you did for him when you were upset, but it was never effective at comforting you, as it was him.

It was a mix of his suffering and your own which led him down the path he followed.

Emotions were incomplete. They caused pain; they caused strife. He would perfect this world and stop all the pain both of you felt.

The issue –

The only issue was you.

Your horrified expression when he spoke of his ideal world. The way you had grasped his shoulders, eyes glistening with tears, and – and scolded him. His heart felt as if someone had driven a blade directly into it. You begged for him to understand that sadness was something that must be felt in order to know joy.

“I don't want to live in a world where I couldn't love you, Cyrus,” you had said.

Those words… haunted him.

Love.

What was love?

He had begun dating you simply to provide more stability for you and take you from Sunnyshore with him. He would admit he felt positive things with you around, but love…

Love.

It had nearly sent him on a spiral.

Carefully made and treaded plans ruined by a single word.

Your upset face burned into his brain as he sat in his office, walls reflecting the endless galaxies of the universe around him. His commanders asked him many times if he was alright, while his grunts seemed to avoid him. His scientists did not dare utter a word. He could only repeatedly dwell on your words.

Love…

You loved him. Cyrus had already known that. Your confession to him during your younger days, one of the few things that made him ever reflect upon Sunnyshore with soft feelings. The way the salty wind caught your hair as you looked at him with tender affection. Your voice ringing in his ears, nearly fresh despite the years since first hearing them.

“I… I love you, Cyrus,” you had said, an affectionate smile on your lips, “Please… Please be my boyfriend!”

He had only nodded in response, at a rare loss for words.

He had never repeated the phrase back to you.

Love…

Cyrus would curse the filthy spirit that remained inside him. Mesprit wished to torture him as much as you did.

He loved you.

Fingers pressed themselves into his hair as he leaned forward with a harsh breath.

Many memories of time spent with you spiralled inside his mind as he contemplated where to go from here. He was already lying to Team Galactic about his true intentions. The only reason he brought them up to you was because he had truly believed you would understand.

The pain inside him fought against the foolish emotion that had claimed his heart. Both caused nothing but endless aching as tears burned his eyes. What had you done to him? Why did he have to go through all this? His hand gripped at his chest.

You did not want to live in a world where you could not love him…

You did not have a choice.

His perfect world… It was what would be best for you both.

These chains of fate that had drawn you both together only sought to distract him.

Though, fate had one last cruel ace in its hand.

Your opposition was a fierce one. His commanders were shocked as you forced your way through them as Spear Pillar. The way you cried out his name and pleaded for him to stop. The tears that poured from your eyes as he stood with the Red Chain in his hands.

“Erase me,” you suddenly said, “I don't want to exist in the world you seek to make.”

Cyrus had nearly dropped the item at your words. You stood confidently in your words despite the clear upset on your face. He wanted to shake his head and call out your foolishness.

But, something in him twisted horribly at the idea of existing in a world without you.

Of all requests you could have possibly made, that was one he could not ever accept.

It was this love you had so tenderly planted inside him that sprouted like a malicious strangler fig in his heart. Its overlapping limbs trapped it in a cage where there was no hope for him to ever escape it.

He turned away from you to force the legendary pokemon of Sinnoh forth to do his bidding.

Your cries ignored as the two deity-like creatures were forced forward.

Just as he yelled at his commands, a shadow spread out from the ground and consumed you both.

Cyrus's frustration hit a breaking point as a third legendary stood in his way. Its crimson eyes pierced into him as it knocked out his final pokemon. Rage boiled inside him.

Until it slowly fizzled out.

The oddly stagnant air of this world, like breathing in water, forcing him to be more aware of his breathing. The Galactic Boss calmed himself down. You lay unconscious on the ground, head raised by his uniform's vest as a makeshift pillow.

Time flowed strangely here; space did not function as it should. It was isolated and lonely – Not another human here besides you and him. He fell to his knees at your side.

Spirit still ruminated here. It was woefully incomplete and disgusting to Cyrus. His hand came to hold your own. Its warmth sinking into his icy one.

He closed his eyes.

No one could inflict more pain on you both here.

Even the legendary was seemingly apathetic unless challenged or bothered.

His other hand came to cup your cheek. He leaned down to peck a kiss on your lips.

It was not his preferred paradise, but… But until he had the strength to defeat Giratina, it would have to be.

Cyrus would convince you to his side. You would understand.

You would come willingly to his perfect world.

He laid down beside you, arms coming around your waist and your soft sleeping breaths fanning against his skin. Unconsciously, you embraced him in return.

This unfortunate love bound you both to each other, after all.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled out your name quietly, “I will make this world complete, no matter how long it may take.”

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

[leggerefiore]

Auf Achse

cw: yandere, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), ceo au, sex mentions, dark content, bad workplace environment

pairing: Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader

summary: Your nice, cushy job becomes unbearable after your bosses start acting strange.

word count: 2898

It was supposed to be a nice, cushy job.

Being the assistant of two CEOs who were part of Unova's most prominent company seemed like a good idea. Your friend, Elesa, had been entirely helpful, having worked with the company for advertising and becoming friends with the men themselves. She talked you up well, obviously, so you were hired relatively quickly.

It had been enjoyable at first. Keeping track of their schedules, making sure they had food and beverages of their choices, making calls occasionally on their behalf, it was all standard assistant work. You had come to quite enjoy it, truthfully. There were times when you felt stressed out, but almost everything could be managed if you thought on it long enough. Ingo and Emmet had come off a bit intimidating at first. But, you quickly learnt that the older of the two struggled to express himself and the younger was just not the biggest fan of talking.

You figured this would be a good job to ride out until the twins grew tired of you and replaced you with whomever they deemed fit next. Of course, you planned to work to make sure that was at least more than a few years into the future.

But it would never stay that easy.

It started innocently at first. Ingo occasionally making small talk about you with your life or Emmet inquiring about something like your birthday or favourite dessert. Nothing that felt too odd, honestly. Maybe they were bored, or perhaps there was a genuine chance that they had some small interest in you as a person. You had no reason to grow concerned about any of their behaviour.

Then, gifts came. A dessert box laid on your desk. When you opened it, inside laid the exact dish you had told Emmet about. It was strange. You just hoped that he felt that you were doing a wonderful job and wanted to reward you in some small way. A bonus would have been nicer, but you were in no place to complain just yet. The next oddity followed with Ingo's coffee order having a third beverage on it. A hot drink that you had told him you enjoyed. With him, it was easier to assume he was just being courteous. Emmet's gift was an odd reward, and Ingo's own was his way of showing his appreciation. You wanted to believe that.

So you did.

Everything had been normal afterwards, and you had begun to settle down into your position completely. It had been six months since you first took up the job.

Ingo broke the streak first.

“Would you accompany me to a formal dinner?” he asked, face stiff as ever. You turned up to gaze at him in bewilderment. Was it during your shift? You left by seven, usually, so you wondered if it was early in the evening. It was outside of your usual duties, too.

“Er, not to sound rude, sir, but why?” you asked him with a tilt of your head. His eyes were full of some unreadable emotion. Was he embarrassed to go alone? Was Emmet not joining him? It was rare to see the two apart at social events.

“Emmet found himself needing to go to a business meeting abruptly,” Ingo explained, voice deep in timbre and softer than the authoritative tone you had grown used to, “I simply was wishing to fill the empty seat.” Your evening plans mostly revolved around locking yourself in your apartment and watching videos emptily until you felt tired enough to sleep. It was not like it would be something overly consuming.

“... Will I be paid for the time?” you asked him with suspicious glare.

He spoke your name with an odd tone. “I was not inviting you as my assistant but as an acquaintance,” his eyes filled with hurt, “I apologise for the confusion.” You swallowed. It was a bad idea to upset your boss, you knew. Besides, it was not like you were entirely opposed to going. You just did not want to spend your night running around working. “I promise you that there is little you will have to do,” the twin awkwardly adjusted his tie.

“Sure,” you said with an uncertain tone, “... I'm not sure if I have attire befitting the events you go to, though.” One last attempt to have him back out before fully committing mentally was given.

He immediately moved to reassure you, “I'm certain you do, but if you do not, I can easily help you find something.”

The dinner was full of what you could only call modern aristocrats. People spoke about a variety of things over expensive liquor and wine. Meals were things you pondered if you could truly pronounce their names. Ingo did almost all the talking, with what few questions you were asked mostly being your relationship with the twin or your name. It was extremely isolating, honestly. Strangers all around, with the only familiar face always engorged in conversation. The few moments he broke out of his interactions to return to you were a heavy respite.

“I'm deeply apologetic,” Ingo had said when you both got into his car, “... I had no idea that everyone wished to have a word with me. You must have felt so alone.” His gloved hand delicately grasped yours. You felt humiliated, however. Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled your hand away.

“... It's fine,” you managed to say, “I do not think these are events you should invite me to.” Hopefully, this would be a lesson learnt by both you and him. His eyes shifted from something regretful to shocked at your words.

“... I understand your wish,” he nodded, “I should not have used you as empty companionship.” He turned to gaze out the window at the dark streets of Castelia as his car drove you both back to Nimbasa. The rest of the ride was filled with a dreadful silence.

Something with the twins shifted after that.

Both felt friendlier and more familiar with you. It was assumed to be from your period of time employed under them, but their comfort with you felt like much more than just that. Emmet, often standing just close enough to you that he may brush against you or Ingo speaking to you as if he were much closer to you than he truly was. It almost felt too easy to fall into a similar mannerism with them. At times, you caught yourself doing it, but immediately sought to correct that. They were your bosses, not your friends. How long until they used that relationship to have you working well into the night, like they typically did? It was something you refused to succumb to.

Still, they remained like that. Ingo pushed through your stiff answers and conversations with his ability to talk to just about anyone, while Emmet became eager to see you. It was not long until both seemingly were constantly around you during your shifts, giving you not a moment of peace. Politely asking them if they had other things to do did not work. They simply refused to leave you alone.

It was after you had made an error and Ingo corrected it instantly that you became paranoid about the nature of their actions.

Were… Were they trying to find reasons to fire you?

You felt horribly nervous about everything now.

This led to you calling up an old guy friend of yours in desperation to stop thinking about work. Grimsley had his issues, you knew, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was making you forget whatever concerns were on your mind. A bottle of wine and a terrible attempt at blackjack with him led to a long night.

Which made you late for work. This sent you into a full-blown panic about losing your job. Grimsley could only roll over and complain about your loudness so early in the morning before realising you were crying. His pale eyes went wide before he forced himself out from your bed. The offer of a drive from him calmed you down, as you quickly moved through your morning routine. Grimsley had smoke on your balcony as he observed your odd behaviours.

You barely made it to the building in time to clock in. Grimsley had followed you in with a cocked eyebrow. Before you could get in the elevator to head up to your desk, he grasped your wrist. “… Don't tell me you are working for them, are you?” his voice held a subtle hint of vexation, “If you needed a job, I could have found you something better at my casino.” You shook your head.

“I forgot your family is… Well,” you knew he had been cut off for his proclivity for rolling dice, but his history rarely was brought up, “Look, I really like this job. It's nice. Elesa helped me get it.” Partial lies, partial truths. If you could get the twins off your back, you are certain this job would be perfect again. Grimsley's eyes held an ominous look as the elevator dinged behind you.

Out stepped Emmet, who shifted into a stunned expression at you and Grimsley. Both of you were quite close, Grimsley's hand still holding your wrist. His face then morphed into a sinister grin with lidded eyes. “Oh. You,” his voice was void of any tone, “I thought you had been cut off.” A scoff came from the dark-haired man. You were released from his grasp as he placed a hand on his pocket.

“You were always a weird one,” Grimsley shook his head and turned away from you both. Before he exited the building, he gave one last look at you. “I never told you,” his words were directed at you, “There's a hickey on your neck.” With that said, he was gone. Your face bloomed with heat as you tried to shift your collar up to hide it. Emmet called your name, snapping your attention to him.

“… Are you dating him?” his tone sounded overly innocent.

“Is – is that really something you need to know?” you gazed at the floor, “He's just someone I meet up with occasionally.” Emmet ticked his tongue.

“I'm giving you the day off,” he said unexpectedly, “You look verrrry tired.” You felt the air get caught in your lungs. This was it, was it not? They were going to start the process to fire you today. Tears almost bled from your eyes again.

“Thank you,” you managed to croak out, “See you tomorrow, sir.” Before you could run out the door in your shame, Emmet caught your wrist, just as Grimsley had. His face was twisted with concern. The words he wanted to speak with you were lost as he instead offered you a handkerchief. You took it and thanked him. Finally, having left the building, you found yourself sobbing. It was happening. Maybe quitting was a better option.

Grimsley had offered you a job, too, after all.

~

The next day came as you stood stiffly. Makeup covered the hickey as you dropped the notice off by HR and headed to your desk, where a piece of cake sat in the middle of it. It was fresh. You could hear the twins having a private meeting with someone in their office. The work you were behind on was quickly caught up on by the time they finished their meeting. A well-dressed man left their office, not even bothering to give you a glance. Ingo followed him out and turned to you.

“Emmet had said you looked ill yesterday, so he gave you it off,” the older twin took steps to stand in front of your desk, “Are you alright today? I was worried about you.” You just nodded as you continued you with your work. Ingo let out a soft sigh. “Please don't overwork yourself,” he reprimanded you. When you showed no sign of properly acknowledging him, he walked back into the office. The day moved on with that theme, each of the twins trying to capture your attention and you refusing to give them anything. Time moved slowly before it was time for you to go. Before you could even leave your desk, however, Emmet called you into the office.

You stepped inside with a held breath. It was a pleasant enough room, often smelling of desserts and coffee. A lovely dark wood was the flooring and comfortable furniture laid about. Ingo was seemingly out at the moment, leaving you with just Emmet. He sat behind his desk with a grim expression. You took an awkward seat in the leather chairs across from the man.

His gaze met yours, eyes filled with worry and terror. “Why are you quitting?” he asked without hesitation. You were confused. Had that not been their intention? If it was not, you certainly had felt like they were trying to scare you off from your position. They simply were around you too much for you to take it in any other way.

“I thought you wanted me gone,”  you told him, “You and Ingo always seemed to be around me, just looking for any error.” Why else would they be around you like that constantly? Emmet shook his head vigorously as he leaned forward.

“No! Never!” his voice was desperate, “We do not want anyone else as our assistant!” Your anxiety reached an all-time high by his behaviour. Emmet was acting too desperate, a far cry from the man you saw making the most callous and cold decisions of the pair. “Stay,” he stood up to his full height, silken suit giving him an odd air, “We want you. So stay.” Those silvery seas in his eyes seemed to be drowning in mercury as they pierced into your very being. The Emmet you saw around the office was gone.

“… I'm sorry, I really don't think that seems like a good ide-” you were cut off by hands grasping your shoulders from behind, preventing you from standing. Looking up, revealed an identical man to the one behind the desk. Their blinds were closed alongside their office door. You were alone with them without any witnesses around.

“My dear… You should remain at your position,” Ingo pleaded with a desperate tone, “We… We were trying to grow closer to you.” Emmet moved to stand in front of you, leaving your seat wedged between them. Both men held more connections and money than you could ever hope to deal with. You swallowed. “We love you,” the older twin moved down to embrace you from behind, “If you truly do want to, I still don't think we can let you go.” You heard soft sobs coming from him. What was this? It felt completely out of left field.

“… I – I,” you tried to speak, but Emmet cupped your face. His grin made you shut up. Something in his eyes told you that denying any of Ingo's words brazenly would not end well. You needed to come up with something fast. “I'll… I'll stay,” you managed to get out, “I'll continue being your assistant. I was just stressed. I need to get home, now… So…”

“Is Grimsley waiting on you?” Emmet cooed, “He cannot offer you even half the love we can.” What? Everything they seemed to say was only filled with madness. “You are coming home with us,” he whispered into your ear and pressed a kiss to the sensitive area. His arms locked you against the chair as footsteps moved around the room.

“Th-this is enough,” you tried to escape his hold, “Let me go! I did not agree to this!” His embrace only tightened as Ingo returned to his side with a pokeball. You shouted when he tossed out a pokemon. His Chandelure lit up the office with an ominous lavender glow. You tried to look away from the pokemon, but it was far too late. Your limps grew heavy alongside your eyelids. Slowly, you fell into unconsciousness against your desperate attempts at escaping the hypnotising effect of the ghost-type.

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Emmet caught your body easily as you fell limp in his arms. He gave you another squeeze as his heart raced too much, finally having you where he wanted you. Ingo let out a relieved sigh and returned to pokemon. Their car was waiting for them outside. The office was mostly deserted at this hour. No witnesses should be around to implicate anything. Ingo softly ran his hand through your hair.

“… They almost left us,” his throat felt like it was swelling closed, “Emmet…” His younger brother only held on to you tighter. Soon, he moved to lift you up.

“Now they can't,” Emmet replied, “We will show them aaaaaall the love they need. They already love us, they just don't know it yet!” Ingo nodded. Of course, he already knew that. They had both come to that conclusion a while ago. He only wished they had not needed to go to this extreme.

“We need to be better lovers, Emmet,” he chided his brother, “We already failed them once.” His twin gave a sinister smile as he turned to his brother.

“Of course, brother!” he cooed, “We will win.”

Yes, Ingo agreed internally, they would win you easily.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #yandere x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere ingo x reader #yandere emmet x reader #yandere #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

cw: yandere, dark content, unhealthy relationships, reader encourages emmet's behaviour though

pairings: Emmet/Reader

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You shouldn't have encouraged him, you knew.

Emmet's behaviour was absolutely unacceptable.

But… But you deeply enjoyed how much he cared.

It was subtle at first. Emmet suddenly worried about you going out alone at night and wanted to accompany you. Nothing that would concern anyone. He was just wanting to help keep you safe. Nimbasa was a big city, after all. Who knew the sorts that wandered around in the darkened streets?

You felt content to have him join you on walks out to convenience stores and getting take out. He was your sweet Emmy, after all. There was nothing nicer than having him stuck at your side.

Though, there was another shift you noticed not too long later. His discomfort as you spoke to men was apparent. He would stand there silently, smile wide as ever, but his eyes holding some odd level of hostility. It was never anything too apparent, just a subtle push to end their conversation with you and leave.

It built from there, suddenly every other person was not allowed to speak with you in his presence except a select few. Furthermore, it occurred to you that you should speak out against his behaviour at this point. Yet, you did not.

There was something oddly appealing about his possessive side. You wanted to see how far he would go. Something told you that he was aware that you were playing along, too.

Next, it was him begging you to stay at home unless he was there with you. Emmet was desperate when he spoke softly about a sudden worrying trend of abductions that he had heard about. Something related to Team Plasma. It was just an excuse, obviously.

Emmet just did not want you anywhere that he could not easily keep eyes on you. It was apparent that he was using his Joltiks to keep tabs on you when he wasn't in the house. You played along. It was not terribly inconvenient.

Not to mention how doting and loving he was through all this. Endless kisses and hugs and cuddles. Anything you asked for was brought to you. Nights were long and intimate, as he clearly wanted to ravage you until you could no longer think of anything else but him. Emmet wanted you all to himself.

You sighed when you woke up with a wrist cuffed to the headboard and a letter written in the usual left-hand slant of the younger twin. Scrawled across the page was the fact he had hidden your phone and could no longer stand the idea of you being able to leave the apartment despite your promise not to. “I love you too much. I cannot think straight. I must have you to myself. I am verrrry sorry! But! I will keep you happy :)! I will be home at eight. — Your Sweet Emmy.”

You laid back against the bed.

Well, you supposed. He left you plenty to entertain yourself in the bedroom. Game systems, puzzles, books, a television… He made sure you had everything you could ask for. But your phone. There was even a tray of sweets and some snack foods sat on the bedside table. The chain was long enough to reach the attached bathroom, too.

You closed your eyes.

Well, this was what you wanted.

Maybe you should play along with the upset captive to get him excited… Then again, he did love having you submissive to him.

Maybe you should just ask him? There was much fun to be had, either way.

You certainly loved Emmet just as much as he loved you.

#emmet x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere emmet x reader #yandere x reader #emmet/reader #yandere emmet/reader #yandere #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

Okay but WHAT IF…

IM! Emmet pranked Ingo and inserted the yandere pack-

But the safe word wasn’t ‘Joltik’ like it was with Emmet, but instead it’s anything along the lines of ‘sweetie’ or ‘hubby’ or something just as cheesy-

love it love it

cw: light yandere, iron Moth twins

You woke up to the smell of food wafting throughout your apartment. At first, you just laid for a moment before opening your eyes and letting out a yawn. The sun was already high in the sky, causing confusion in you. You gazed turned to your phone on the bedside table, but found it missing. Getting up, you looked around your room carefully. Where had you put it? You could have sworn you had plugged it in last night before you went to sleep, yet it was nowhere to be found in the room.

Assuming you just left it somewhere else, you opened the door of your bedroom. The scent of delicious food became more prominent as you entered the hall to go into the living room. Lights were clearly on in the kitchen, and you saw the shadow of a certain android mothman in there. You wondered if he knew where it went. Peering inside, you found Ingo wearing a frilly apron and making pancakes with trained ease.

“Ingo,” you spoke softly, but his head still immediately turned to look at you, “Have you seen my phone?” His LED eyes blinked a few times as he was trying to recall.

“No, dearest, I don't believe I have,” Ingo replied smoothly as he placed the last of the breakfast items, “How about we search after eating? I doubt it would do you good to go on without food.” You agreed and sat at the table. It was slightly odd he decided not to hand you the fork and knife, but you caught when he began to cut the fluffy cakes himself and held the fork out for you. He wanted to feed you. How cute! You eagerly bit on, surprised by his forwardness. After that, he began to do the dishes, so you figured it would not hurt to start searching again. You went through the living room carefully, noticing your gaming system had, too, mysteriously vanished.

You sighed, recalling how Ingo had once acted as if you were cheating on him with the system before growing bright red and apologising. Maybe he had it them away in the spare bedroom? You shot a glance at the kitchen, but still heard the water running. The thought of Ingo having a jealous side was admittedly kind of cute. The Iron Moth hybrid was often stiff and reserved, but did open up when questioned. You giggled. There was definitely a conversation to be had after you reclaimed your devices.

Walking back down the hall, you tried to spare bedroom door. Only to find it locked. You felt frustrated now. You quickly rushed to get a hard plastic card from your room. Likewise, you returned and tried to force open the locking mechanism, you found yourself stopped. Ingo grasped your wrist and gazed at you with unsettling eyes. Paired with his eternally frowning face, you felt nervous. What had happened to him? He was acting so uncharacteristically.

“Ingo,” you said firmly, “I understand you can get jealous, but I need my phone for multiple reasons.” His eyes grew more and more distressed. The hand on your wrist tightened and then lessened as he suddenly pulled you into a hug. His wing pieces were close to his body, a subtle sign of distress.

“I-I just want you all to myself,” the hybrid cried, “I don't know why! I want to stop, but I can't…”

You embraced him back and rubbed his back. “Ingo, sweetheart, what's wrong?” you cooed, moving away to cup his face. Before you could, however, his body went limp and his lights flickered out. You felt horrified by this before you recalled a similar reaction that had happened previously. A verbal override of an installed pack… His head hung low for a moment. You took a step back as his wings spread out, and his lights flickered on. The LED eyes that stared at you afterward held pure frustration.

“… I apologise utterly and completely, dearest,” he said immediately, reaching forward to cup your face himself, “Somehow, a yandere pack ended up applied in my personality executable… I feel as if I know how.” That made everything make sense. Poor Ingo, you could see his distress. He was completely opposed to using such a pack, even at your request.

“How?” you asked, genuinely wondering what had caused this situation. A quiet laugh from the other end of the hall answered your question, though. Emmet stood there holding a futuristic device.

“Emmet,” Ingo's voice boomed and held a terrifying feeling, “I will kill you.”

“Try me,” Emmet teased him, “… Darling, sorry!” He waved at you and ran away as the older twin charged at him. You shook your head. Those two, you swore.

#ingo x reader #ingo/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

Like Lovers Do

cw: yandere, CEO au, dark content, creepy behaviour, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), broken s/o(?)

words: 2179

Part 1

It was warm.

A lovely heat surrounded you as the softness of the sheets pressed against your skin.

You would almost let yourself fall back into the embrace of slumber. Brain much of a slurry from whatever had happened the night before.

But…

But, you felt a warm breath drift across your neck. It led to the awareness of arms wrapped across your waist and your hands bound together, unable to move. You opened your eyes immediately.

This was not your room.

Not at all.

Expensive, luxury items laid about the large room. Black-out curtains worked perfectly to keep the bright sunlight out of the room. A sound of constant humming echoed as you spotted an extremely intricate model train set looping around a track that resembled the subway perfectly. It was little mystery where you were being held as your memories rushed back into your brain.

Emmet laid behind you, peacefully, still asleep. They had no day off scheduled, but you supposed it did not matter. The twins were in charge, they could almost do whatever they pleased. You thought about screaming, yelling for help and to be saved from whatever madness had consumed your bosses and corrupted them into whatever you saw the previous evening. That would be pointless, you knew.

The bedroom door squeaked open as you laid, deep in thought and contemplating your next move. A smell of greasy breakfast staples wafted through the air as a strange visage of Ingo in an apron appeared before you. His eyes held a tender emotion as he placed the plate of food on the bedside table. You felt rage boil inside you at how he was acting. Did they think it was normal to kidnap someone?

“Fuck you,” you snapped at him, having an unexpected fire lit deep inside you. Ingo gave you a stern look, not unlike one of an upset father. The arms around your waist tightened to an almost painful degree.

“That is verrrry mean, darling,” Emmet's voice was saccharine, “He made you breakfast! Thank him.” The feeling of his hands pulling up your shirt, one you now realised was not your button-down from yesterday. His fingers danced across the skin in a threatening manner. You swallowed. For now, it seemed to be your best interests to play along.

“Thank you… Ingo,” it was odd calling him by his name when you spent such a long while trying to distance yourself from that. The older twin gave you a soft look.

“… You must have been upset I woke you up, dearest,” he shook his head, “I know you did not mean those words.” Emmet's hands retracted from the new area they had taken to exploring. Ingo turned to the plate and hummed as he cut into the eggs with a butter knife. Carefully, he brought a fork up to your mouth. Mortification surged through your system. “Here, for you to eat,” his tone was gentle, like he was terrified to upset you. It felt absurd. You had sat in on some of his disciplinary meetings and negotiations and knew how sharp his tongue could be.

You felt your pride shatter as you let him feed you the breakfast. If you were going to get out of here, however, you knew that skipping meals was going to be a bad idea. There was no telling how they would snap if you refused to play along, like they nearly had yesterday. The crazed and desperate looks that had taken over their expressions haunted you.

Emmet had shifted you around and placed a leather cuff around your wrist after he had decided to get out of bed. The silken rope was undone, and you were left there as both twins stepped out of the room. There was little opposition from you, happy to have more time to debate your next moves without their gazes piercing your flesh. You shuddered as the thought that Ingo's cooking was not half-bad crossed your mind.

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Emmet eventually returned from wherever he had gone after he left with a giddy smile on his lips. His attire was only a pair of boxers and water dripped from his hair. You glared at him as he softly leaned over you to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. Your free hand attempted to push him away, but he quickly grabbed it by the wrist and ticked his tongue.

“Brother says we need to be patient,” his voice was icy and empty, a terrifying thing only heard when a business partner thought he would be easier to fool than Ingo, “There will be a looooong period of adjustment.” His forehead came to rest against yours. Those toxic seas of mercury in his eyes remained fixated to bore into your soul. He wanted to lay your very being bare before him and shift it into the happy partner you were supposed to be.

Ingo was supposed to charm you at a party and flaunt their wealth with ease. He was supposed to find out everything about you and help them change their plan as needed to get you into their grasp properly. Instead, foolish people distracted him from you and made you feel so alone and small. They had to hire others to figure out the information they were supposed to willingly get from you. Emmet cried when you became so callous towards them after they tried to become closer to you.

You eased their loneliness so well. Elesa picked you out so well for them. You were perfect. When you came in for an interview, they had already planned to hire you.

Fire you… Neither twin could ever imagine doing such a thing. Even if you decided to act out and fail to do any of your job duties, they would have kept you around. Emmet's heart swelled when he thought about the happy ending you were supposed to share with them. From their cute assistant to their beloved romantic partner…

… Emmet wanted to blame Grimsley. It had to be his fault that you became so skittish and terrified of them. He had hated him since their fathers had been friendly in their youths. Something smug and taunting lurked around the dark-haired man and his expensive, well-bred Purrloin.

“I love you,” he said almost robotically, “Ingo loves you.”

“… I don't love either of you,” your patience had run out again. Emmet's brain surged with complicated feelings. He hated this situation. Why could everything not have gone to plan? This situation never needed to happen. His grip on your wrist tightened. Your earlier words to Ingo remained in his mind, too.

You wished you had not said a word as a malicious grin grew across his face.

“Heehee, darling, you need a punishment,” his other hand to cup your cheek. One last kiss was burned against your lips as he got off from the bed and walked out the door, not daring to give you a second glance. It was shut behind him.

Leaving you alone in a quiet space once more.

It was then you realised this was not a bedroom of either twin.

The door did not open for many, many hours.

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When it did, Ingo stepped inside once more. He held another plate of food. This time, something more befitting of dinner. His earlier movements with breakfast. You once again found yourself with a fork held to your lips. A thought entered your head. Ingo was truthfully the more naive and trusting of the brothers. You had seen that in action quite often. Once more, you allowed him to feed you with a plan on your mind.

You grabbed on to his shirt as he stood up and turned away from the bed. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you watched his stoicism broke for a moment. “Yes, dear?” his voice was the gentle one from earlier as he knelt back down. Something in his look made you want to hit him. He had no reason to act like this when he and his brother had kidnapped you. Swallowing back those rough emotions, you chose your next words carefully.

“Emmet said…” you watched his head tilt slightly, “He said that he would “punish me.” What does that mean, Ingo?” He froze for a moment. His eyes closed as a hand came to rub at his temple.

“... Ah, you had said some cruel things to him, hadn't you?” Ingo's words were more for himself rather than you, “He… We will be leaving you alone for most of the time to let you reflect on your actions. It will help your adjustment, too, I think.” He continued to mumble to himself as you toned out his words. Alone? That was a punishment to them? You felt lucky. More time to plot, then. Before you could fall too deeply into a train of thought related to your escape plans, Ingo cupped your face with his hand.

“Oh, dear,” it was a whine that left him this time, “Please, we will treat you with nothing but love and affection; anything you want, we will provide. Just love us, too.” You flinched when his lips lightly pressed to your temple. The plate was taken, and he left just as his brother had.

Both of them seemed completely delusional.

You wanted to scream again.

~

Everything became a blur after that. Ingo fed you the next morning but refused to speak with you. You were given a short time in an en suite bathroom to shower and use the bathroom, but soon found yourself cuffed to the bed once again by Emmet, alternating to your other wrist. Both barely acknowledged you as a person before heading out. It was obvious they were going into work by their outfits. You realised this was your punishment quite quickly. This treatment continued for days.

During that time, all your attempts at escape soon grew too grandiose and impossible. Attacking one twin would only anger and upset the other, leading to you being restrained again. Running out was impossible as you did not know the layout of their apartment and seemed not too fond of letting you out of “your” bedroom. Not to mention, there was no way to know what stories they had spun about your sudden disappearance to everyone. Elesa could help you if you could get in contact with her, but that seemed impossible.

Loneliness began to play at you, too. The lack of proper human contact and conversation began to weigh on you as more and more time passed. The moments where Ingo was forced to look at you as he fed you became oddly precious, much to your horror. You hated how this disgusting situation was beginning to twist you.

You hated how you grabbed Ingo desperately as he tried to leave one evening after your dinner. Tears stung your eyes as you begged him to stay for a moment. The sweet smile that fell across his lips both disgusted and warmed you. Ingo sat beside you on the bed and gently stroked your arm, an affection you fell into. His voice was so perfect in your ears as he spoke about his day in the office. It felt like a conversation you could have outside of this situation. You found yourself calmed down after having the older twin sit with you for a moment.

Emmet was next. His cuddling next to you in bed would have made you want to shift as far away from him as you could, but the lack of contact for days had you accept his back pressing against your own. His chin laid atop your head as his grinned. Arms wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to him.

Soon, he felt confident.

Soon, you would be theirs properly.

~

Soon, the previous dream of you being their sweet, beloved partner became a reality. You stopped caring about whatever past you had and dreams of being away from the twins. Ingo and Emmet were much too loveable for any of that. They had been right, you did love them. The rich men easily showered you in gifts and affection. Your favourite meals were at your beck and call, and anything you so much as mentioned would appear in the apartment before long.

Ingo made sure your needs were met and gone beyond, while Emmet doted on you with endless affections and sex. You could not think of a time that you had felt so peaceful and complete in your life.

The only price for all this was not leaving the apartment.

An easy task when you considered the sheer size of it and connected balcony. Not to mention the discussions the twins held about finding an actual house for you to move away to. Something about Nimbasa had grown too smothering, in their words. You chose to agree.

Everything was perfect.

…

Until a familiar man reeking of wine and smoke appeared in your living room while the twins were away with a red-eyed stranger.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere ingo x reader #yandere emmet x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

if you are interested: animatronic submas; in an abandoned railway-themed amusement park; considered cursed or inhabited by evil spirits; with a series of still unsolved murders. Reader - afab? - possibly a former employee the submas were madly obsessed with; returned to visit it for halloween. if you want to make it really macabre ... maybe with Reader transplanted into the body of an animatronic that the submas have been preparing especially for her for years? if you don't want, that's ok too

Return of evil robot men and some of my horror writing lmao

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cw: basically yandere, horror, reader dies, she/her reader, robot au

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It had been around two years since you had worked at the theme park.

Your job had begun at the near-end of the park's life, having been dealing with bleeding money from seemingly endless lawsuits which made park repairs harder, which led to more lawsuits. It was not a bad job when you considered it. You had been a ride attendant for a subway themed area which featured animatronic conductors who spoke and took care of the riders. You just took the pay and made sure they met the ride criteria. Occasionally, you would shift to clean the area you monitored or filled in for another ride. The conductors, two identical bots, often followed you around wherever you went. You assumed it was to watch you for management to be assured you were doing your job.

They were a bit creepy then. In their best quality, their silver eyes shined through the darkness, which sparked imagery of light catching an animal's eyes. They lacked an ability to properly express, so one was permanently stuck with a grin and the other with a frown. You shivered at their uncanny effect upon your mind. The job was nice, but the robots were creepy. Perhaps the scenery was also aiding in how ominous the bots appeared. Everything was just past date with a hint of mould, rot, or rust to leave you with a knowledge of age. The office area appeared more familiar to grandparent's home rather than a modern administrative area.

When the place closed, and you were let go, you were still sad to see it go, however. It may have been antiquated, but there was a certain charm to it all. As you packed up your stuff to leave for the last time in the break room, you heard the sound of robotic joints working to move as the twin conductor bots entered. The smiling one, Emmet, and the frowning one, Ingo, gazed at you with empty eyes. Their frozen expressions sent a chill down your spine.

“Oh, yes, I suppose you both deserve a goodbye, huh?” you tried to lighten the mood for yourself. The bots continued to keep eye contact with you without a word. A nervous laugh escaped your throat. Ingo took a careful step toward you.

“… Is the park truly closing?” his generated voice almost sounded human.

“Yep,” you told him, “Today's my last day, so this is likely the last time we'll ever see each other again.” For a moment, you swore Emmet's frozen face fell into a frown. Nothing truly had happened, though. You were simply panicked.

“I see…” he gave something akin to a sigh despite his lack of breathing capabilities, “May we walk you out? We are co-workers, are we not?”

“Ah, no need for that!” you shook your head, “I'm going to miss my ride if I don't go now. Sorry, bye!”

Why had you been so afraid? You knew they were simply just following their programming.

~

You now stood outside the decrepit park, with the chilled winds blowing your coat in its path. Leaves swirled around you. The nature around seemed as dead as the park. Halloween had arrived, and you felt inspired to visit your old place of employment for a thrill. It had become a popular spot for teenagers who wanted to engage in urban exploration to pop into. Many rumours came from the location now. Stories about missing people never returning after venturing in, ghosts of people who apparently died on the attractions appearing to those who trespass, and two robots who attempted to kill anyone who entered the park without proper authorisation.

The last part stung a bit. You figured they would leave the twin bots behind, but it hurt to have it confirmed. They may have made you uncomfortable, but repurposing them was honestly the best thing to do. Shaking your head at the concern for man-made products, you crawled through the open window with ease. Glass cracked under your feet as you stood in the old office again. You expected a mess, but it seemed orderly. Almost like someone had been taking proper care of it. The desk and its chair were pushed together. The desktop, while absolutely unusable, sat as you remembered it as the owner had it. Some graffiti was on the wall, while others had apparently been attempted to be scrubbed away.

Not really scary, just unsettling.

Your walk began from the office into the central courtyard area. It had been previously alight with neon lights and streetlamps, but now found itself in a seemingly endless darkness. You shuddered at the sight. It was never this dark even after close when it was still open. Clicking on your flashlight, you took in the state of the greenery. Ivy grew wildly over anything and everything it could, weeds popped up between any gap in the concrete, and leaves were left to rot on the ground in a never-ending cycle. Broken glass laid about from where it had been smashed for whatever variety of reasons. It was eerie and depressing to see the park like this.

Wandering around, you attempted to visit all the locations that had been places you worked at previously or enjoyed. The break room was empty, yet the fridge was still running. Its low hum breaking the endless silence of the park for but a moment. You stepped closer to it and swung the door open to reveal what the appliance held. A perfectly normal chocolate cake sat inside. You almost giggled at the icing heart drawn on it and the 'I love you' scrawled inside. Who had done this? What a weird bit to commit to. Looking around, you tried to spy a camera anywhere. None were to be seen, however. Maybe it was for a prank that had yet to be initiated yet. Either way, you shut the fridge.

Next, you visited the fun house area. It was always fun to get lost in there and claim you were helping a lost child. You wandered around the mirror maze in wonder. It turned out it was much harder in the dark. You hated the reflection of your flashlight in the mirrors. Occasionally, it would shine back as what almost appeared to be like eyes peering in. It was irrational. When you managed to get out, you hated to admit how dizzy you felt.

Afterwards you visited your favourite food stand, the teacup ride, and then where the Ferris wheel had been. You felt pretty thoroughly creeped out from everything, but knew there was one last place remaining in the park for you to visit before you left.

You felt a chill as you entered the underground area of the subway attraction. Mildew and stagnant air burned your nostrils as you entered the location. It was not as bad as much of the other places, admittedly. Perhaps no one wanted to enter, but there had been barely any vandalism upon it. The train sat parked at the platform. You giggled as you stepped inside.

Then the door slid shut behind you and the lights flickered on. A few did not work or suffered from dimness, but most shined bright white light directly onto your sensitive eyes. Shocked and horrified, you sat down on the plastic seat in an attempt to steady yourself. Someone had to be here and turned this on. Who? You suddenly felt scared for your life. The PA system clicked on and gave staticky feedback for a moment before a familiar voice spoke over it. “Current route to station three estimated to take around five minutes to arrive,” Ingo's voice was a bit weakened and less clear from lack of maintenance, “Welcome back, dearest. We missed you.”

“What?” you said out loud. His first sentence was his normal dialogue for the train, but the second one made no sense. Your fear spiked even higher as the train moved steadily along to the next station. It would bring you back to the centre of the park and closer to an employee tunnel that held a few storerooms. You readied yourself for whatever waited ahead and made plans to make a run for it if you could. The train slowed down for a stop at the station as you saw them both waiting for you. Their clothes were tattered and shoddily patched. Ominous metallic eyes luminesced as the doors slid open with a screech that hurt your ear.

You carefully stepped out and gazed at the twin bots carefully. Emmet's grin remained bright despite the year, but Ingo's frown was caught in an awkward shape and gave the illusion of a smile. They held out opposite arms and welcome you in unison, “Welcome back!” You gave them a strange look. Maybe… Maybe, they just missed you. It must have been lonely for them here. The bots did contain highly intelligent AI. Some would even say they were sentient.

“Ah, you scared me,” you tried to be slightly honest, “… It's nice to see you both again.” Emmet let out a giggle and took long strides over to you. His arms wrapped around you and pressed your body to his frigid form. Barely any heat came from him due to the cooling needed to keep his systems running. Ingo moved after him.

“Heehee, we have been waiting,” the smiling bot whispered, “We loved you. We knew you would return. You love us, right?” Suddenly, you remembered the situation you were in and tensed up. What did he mean? Ingo had stated it before. Love? Could they even process such a thing? Maybe it was a sense of dedication and worry about you as a co-worker that had been twisted from lack of care to their processes. You tried to escape Emmet's hold.

“Why are you afraid?” Ingo's voice called out, “… Emmet and I have been so lonely… We would do no harm to you. You are not like the other intruders.” You froze. Everything they said made your anxiety get to levels that left your mind reeling and demanding you escape the park. Emmet's embrace only tightened.

“We have a gift,” the bot cooed, “Brother and I worked verrrrry hard on it!”

“Ah, Emmet, it's supposed to be a surprise, you know,” Ingo scolded him and pressed a hand to your shoulder.

Your position was shifted to be wedged in between them as they guided you into the employee tunnel. The sickening air was thick and dusty as they took you deeper and deeper into the pitch-black tunnels. Your flashlight was forced from you and left near the train. Their eyes were the only lights that broke the horrifying darkness. Double metal doors were forced open to reveal a dimly lit room. Inside was a replica of your body in an android form. Worst of all was how it opened.

What were they going to do. Ingo moved away to shut the doors, while Emmet remained glued to your side.

“Tada!” he beamed at you, “Do you like it? We're going to make you like us.” There was no holding back the scream that escaped your lips and the tears that fell from your eyes. No! This was a bad joke! It had to be. These bots were incapable of this. It was simply illogical.

You should not have come here.

This rancid place should have simply remained a location within your memories.

“… Brother, she's afraid,” Emmet's smile fell as he turned to Ingo.

“A perfectly normal reaction, Emmet,” Ingo explained, “Dearest… Please don't be afraid. We will be happy together; we have loved you since we first saw you. When you helped with our ride or messed around… You spoke to us like people.”

You swallowed. It hurt. Thoughts rushed in and out of your mind at horrible speeds. How? Why? People were kind to them before you. Why you? You had not done anything wrong. Both began to lead you to your horrifying replica and soon-to-be tomb if you did not escape. Their grips were too strong, completely inhuman strength from their body. You did not want this! Why would they not listen to you?

“Please,” you cried, “Stop! I don't want this! I don't love you!”

The grip on your arms became like a boa's constriction. Blood flow was narrowly possible, and your fingertips tingled from the loss. Emmet began to giggle while Ingo sighed.

“I understand you're afraid,” Ingo's voice was soft, “Changes like this always are, but we cannot bear separation any longer.”

You were forced into the horrifying contraption.

Then…

It closed.

A single shriek echoed out and dribbled into pure silence.

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A lighter ending:

You sighed at the bots as they stared at you with pleading eyes. Well… It was your last day working here.

“Fine,” you gave into Ingo's request, “You can walk me out.” Both seemed relieved about it. They each walked at your sides as you headed to the park exit. The sun had already set, and the park had closed for the day. Not its last, but its soon-to-be one. Not much was said, as the bots often proved bad conversers. Well, occasionally Ingo gave you a good one, but getting Emmet to talk was a miracle in and of itself. Soon you arrived at the gates, where you caught the owner heading out himself. He gazed at you and the bots for a moment in distant curiosity.

“Say… You know, I have no idea what to do with those two,” he explained, “Would you like them? I'm sure you've seen, they have a variety of functions and uses.” You pondered his words for a moment. Was he being serious? It was a tempting offer, honestly. No matter how creepy they were, you supposed company was company.  The twin bots stared at you with eyes that held desperation in them.

“If you're being genuine, then yeah,” you nodded, “I'd take them.”

“Go ahead, then,” he motioned to the exit, “I hope you enjoy them. They're pretty outdated, honestly.”

You shrugged.

Free robots were free robots.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #yandere #yanstuff #robot au

[leggerefiore]

🌿Yandere N HCs👑

cw: yandere

🟢 He's unsure of when the feelings properly started, truthfully. His eyes remained firmly on the goal of separating humans from pokemon. Your interference had interested him, but not enough to have his attention purely on you. It got worse the more he thought of you. Your continued efforts in opposing him and the way you accepted his words on the Ferris wheel made his heart feel strange. You never treated him as anything greater or lessee than yourself. It wasn't something he was used to. His brain felt a bit scrambled from these strange feelings that bloomed from your actions.

🟢 His blood rushed through his veins while he waited for you in Chargestone cave. A scream had rung out and forced him to rush over. You had fallen off a cliff and were barely holding on to the ledge. He reacted immediately to pull you up over the side. Questions pour from his mouth after that, unable to properly process what he had seen. He grasped you desperately to himself, the warmth of your body seeping into him and calming his overactive nerves. You explained that you had tripped over a rock at a dangerous point. Words of gratitude kept coming from you as you hid yourself in him. Your hands tangled into his hair as you felt the softness of it.

🟢 The strange feeling grew worse. His goals of liberating pokemon barely managed to remain at the forefront. Plans to obtain the legendary dragon of ideals came to fruition, and he managed to suppress the ugly feelings that spread in his chest at your upset reaction to his actions. It hurt. You'd see his side in the end. He would become king of all of Unova, and you would be at his side. The feelings became obvious to him after he explained it to his sisters. They softly told him it was love he felt. N loved you. It made sense. He hid these emotions from Ghetsis, a hesitation haunting him.

🟢 The events that followed left him shaken to his very core. You managed to obtain Reshiram and defeat him, despite his best efforts. Ghetsis betrayal hurt him deeply, his plans failing, adding more pain in his already wounded mind. You defeated Ghetsis, too. His eyes closed. In the end, he wanted to leave and try to find himself. He had no plans for what to do after this, and barely any clue about what he felt. The buzzing in his head subsided when you grasped his arm softly, eyes gazing into him kindly. You still cared for him despite all of this. “I love you…” he whispered. You returned the phrase to him.

🟢 His feelings got worse as he watched you come and go from your apartment in Castelia. You decided to let him move in with you and give him time to recover from everything. A lifetime of manipulation and lies doesn't disappear overnight, after all. He listened to you closely as you told him about things you saw and heard around the region. Being a professional trainer seemed harsh on you. N hated to see you unhappy. Your smile was something he loved dearly and wanted to protect. His heart bloomed with emotion as he cupped your face. He wanted to keep you happy.

🟢 These emotions overflowed and tainted him when you called him to tell you would be home late and may need him to come pick you up. An irate trainer reached to their loss by shoving over, and you had tumbled over a small incline. Your leg had broken from the fall, alongside a concussion. His heart shattered. Something is his mind whispered saccharinely in his ear that this was just how humans were. Tears burned his eyes as he helped you in the apartment and into bed. You cupped his face and reassured him that you were fine, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. He couldn't accept that, despite his words to you.

🟢 During your recovery, you could only watch as he grew more protective and doting on you. All his time and attention was given to you. You checked with him multiple times to make sure he was feeling alright, but he only gave you a soft smile and reassured you that he was fine, he was only worried about you. This slow burn of steadily growing hotter, yet hotter left you ignorant to your disappearing freedoms. A lock to the door, pokemon that N had befriended watching over you, your missing phone. He had you completely caught in a web before you even realised what had happened.

🟢 He was gentle and caring, his intentions were to keep you happy and safe. It was impossible to escape his loving embrace as he gave you all that you wanted, barring your freedom. When you finally found the confidence to ask him why, his sapphire irises gazed at you with pure adoration, “I love you… I don't think I was wrong in my ideals about how cruel humans are. They don't deserve you, and I won't let them have you.” Everything was sealed with a kiss. You knew he was too far gone in his delusions. Escaping would be difficult, but not impossible.

🟢 In the event that you did, you resigned yourself to go to your friends and explain what N had put you through. You were upset with him, but you didn't hate him. He needed help, not hatred. You would hope for him to one day recover, and maybe then you could reconvene and become close again.

🟢 Should you not, however, it's easy to just let N care for you. He truly does love you and wants only the best for you. You'll eventually move from the cramped Castelia apartment to somewhere in nature where no one will ever both the two of you ever again. There's no one to save you, and a dragon that guards you fiercely, serving its master's ideals to the bitter end.

#n x reader #n/reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere n x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yanstuff

[leggerefiore]

I'm a bit late to the party, but I did notice you were asking for spooky requests. I have a couple, that I'll send in separate asks. I was rereading your Coraline AU stories again, and wondered... Since you did a happy ending with Ingo and Other Emmet, could you do a bad end with Emmet and Other Ingo? Like Other Ingo does get to sew buttons on S/O's eyes. What happens then?

jsjsdnd upon a reread myself, since its been over a year now since I wrote that, the ending of the ingo one is already heading in that direction so I'm just continuing from there. I also feel like I write them really differently now?

cw: yandere, coraline au, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), dark content,

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Emmet's grasp was painfully tight as he restrained you. Ingo hovered in front of you, black buttons almost like an endless void of nothingness. The golden needle shimmered menacingly, reminding you of what was soon to come. It was paired horrifyingly with his firm yet loving hand holding your chin steady. He obviously did not want you to move as much as his brother. You had stopped struggling, now frozen with terror.

“Don't worry, dearest, my hand is steady and trained,” he promised with a calming tone, one you had to resist the distressing effects, “I decided to change the colour of your buttons if you don't mind. Since my dear brother has returned and agreed to share, grey seemed more complimentary.” You felt tears burning your eyes. Ingo ticked his tongue. This would not do. It would get in the way of his sewing and make a bloody mess of your face. His hand came to gently wipe your tears.

“Relax, darling!” Emmet cooed, “We are going to be together foreverrrrr.”

The needle finally came to pierce your skin and a scream left your throat.

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Emmet had taken time off from work again to focus on your transitory period and rekindle his relationship with his brother. You were having a very difficult time within his brother and his dimension. Begs and pleas came to cut away the buttons over your eyes, but neither twin relented. The safest, happiest place for you was within their dimension. No one else could dare interact with you, and they could grant all your wishes.

Unfortunately, that meant he and Ingo would need to eat more of their prey, but your happiness came over everything. Ingo was currently trying to get you to eat as you sat at the table with endless dishes that you definitely enjoyed sitting all over. It hurt to see you reject everything and fall into soft cries over your buttons. Poor, poor darling. Ingo was growing frustrated and distressed over his failures. Emmet decided to intervene.

With prey, Ingo was always too soft. How he survived so long with Emmet gone was astonishing. No matter, the younger twin would be careful to make sure you ate and thrived while here. It was unfortunate that he needed to be the firm one. He truly did not want to.

You ate after he intervened.

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There was an obvious joy that swelled in Ingo's chest when you gave up your strange period of upset and began to adjust to your life. Emmet had returned to work, leaving you alone with him. He worried he would not be able to care for you properly without Emmet's support, yet he had managed. Slowly – so, so slowly – your walls had come back down. You let him hold you and speak soft and loving phrases to you once more. His heart felt overcome with warmth. No more crying and begging and pleading to free you from the buttons and this perfect world. He sighed.

“See? This is what you wanted, my love,” Ingo held your left hand delicately as you sat in his lap. The golden band shimmered beautifully to compliment your skin. A band that signified love and dedication. You would never leave, not like Emmet had. You would not leave him alone for so many years with only the company of sparse prey. No, you were here to stay. Emmet granted him that. Even in his childish jealousy, he recognised his dear brother needed company. Both knew loneliness was too cruel.

You barely shifted, unable to see with how the buttons blinded you. Everything you did or wanted had to be guided by Ingo or Emmet until you grew enough muscle memory to recall where everything was without seeing. You realised this was a way for them to blind their prey to their true forms as something monstrous and inhuman, but you were not sure why they insisted on keeping you that way. Fear, you assumed. Both were much too similar in their methods. Emmet tricked you out here to his “childhood” home to keep you isolated from everyone in his possessive fit. Blinding you made it difficult for you to escape this prison. Something sick twisted inside you at the thought of Ingo enjoying doting on you, too.

Everything was set against you. Leaning into him, you emptily nodded. Ingo pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, always so chaste. You wanted to gag. Desperately, so desperately, you wished you had listened to the Emmet of the past and never returned to this place. Ingo let out a contented sigh.

Maybe, one day, you would give into their whims and find some disgusting happiness in this twisted world.

Or, if you were feeling dumbly hopeful, you would escape here. The buttons would be gone from your eyes and allow you to see again.

The death grip around your waist told you the former was more likely than the latter.

As did a sickeningly cheerful call from a returning Emmet.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #yanstuff