#yandere pokemon

[yanpotatowriter]

Any yan!Piers headcanons? 🫣

Here you go anon!! This man is very possessive and will make sure that everyone knows that his obsession belongs to him well before he is dating them, whether to claim them as his platonic soulmate before changing it to romantic soulmate or something else. He wouldn’t be able to fall in love with someone who doesn’t treat his younger sister kindly/with the respect that she deserves, if he thought he was head over heels for his obsession, and he finds out that they have been mistreating Marnie or something of that sort? Yeah, they will be buried six feet under, as family is very important to him and no one will ever get between him and his sister.

If his obsession has a dynamax band they won’t have a working one for long, seeing as Piers is heavy anti-dynamax and won’t stand for his obsession using it (after all, why should they? Piers will battle for them anyway, no need to turn their Pokémon into giants for the battle) If Piers is to busy with the gym to keep an eye on what his obsession is doing, he will enlist the help of Marnie or team Yell to follow them around and give him a report if something out of the norm happened (or they found out a new like or dislike of his obsession). If his obsession isn’t a pokémon trainer and just has one as company, it will release some stress off of Piers because then he doesn’t have to be worried about where his obsession is going and if his obsession is getting into fights with trainers who are stronger than them.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request platonic Mewtwo hc’s? Maybe Mewtwo could also communicate with its trainer through telepathy, similar to the anime.

Ohhh, Mewtwo could be fun! Sorry for the long wait :)

Overprotective! Mewtwo Concept

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Mind reading, Violence, Murder, Blood, Slight gore, Forced companionship.

Before meeting you, Mewtwo spent most of its life in isolation.

It was created from Mew's DNA to be a weapon... a powerful Pokemon devoid of compassion.

When it escaped the labs, creating destruction where ever it went, it fled into one of the deepest caves in the Kanto region.

Mewtwo didn't expect to be found... It didn't want to be found.

Humans only caused trouble....

But then, years later, he met you.

You were Kanto's newest "Champion" who had heard rumors of a rare Pokemon deep in Cerulean Cave.

Once you managed to surf your way through to the cave and crawl deep within... you were greeted with Mewtwo.

Mewtwo wasn't fond of you, the idea of humans still finding it down here irked it.

"You are a foolish human to come down and find me."

The voice of the Pokemon rings in your head, its tail flicking.

"Begone with you!"

So battle ensues.

Your team was trained to deal with strong threats like this so you mostly handled things quite well.

By the end of it, a ball was tossed and Mewtwo was sealed.

Your "bond" with the legendary starts rocky.

Mewtwo was used to violence and being used.

It often ignored you and the little communication it did in your head with telepathy was usually cruel.

You often tried to get along, feeding the Pokemon and trying to touch it.

Mewtwo usually batted your hand away with a snarl.

"Stop trying to be nice! I am at your command, aren't you going to use me for your pitiful ideals?"

However, no matter how cruel Mewtwo was with you... You were never cruel back.

Mewtwo often observed how you treated your own team.

Despite how strong they were trained, it was done with care.

Mewtwo never understood compassion...

Not until it grew closer with you.

You surprisingly rarely used Mewtwo in battle.

You stuck with your team but kept Mewtwo around.

It had no idea for what... for chatter?

Why do you enjoy talking to it?

Mewtwo wonders if you know about its true nature.

Did you know that it's killed before?

Are you naive?

Mewtwo had no idea why it even decided to play along with this.

Did it really enjoy your company?

You treated it more like a fellow human than Pokemon.

You often wanted it to speak with you through telepathy... and it felt comfortable with this.

Mewtwo eventually began to see you as a companion.

You were technically its master, but it didn't see you like that.

Soon enough the powerful legendary even allowed you to pet it.

It felt nice... it has trouble admitting that.

Mewtwo has a vague sense of what compassion is, but it's still a weapon.

Compassion is only given to you and maybe some of your Pokemon.

You have tamed Mewtwo for the most part.

However... all that comes crumbling down the moment you're attacked by Team Rocket.

Mewtwo already had issues with other trainers.

The Pokemon would glare at those you communicated with, still not used to human contact.

Although, Team Rocket was a group Mewtwo couldn't cooperate with at all.

Mewtwo remembers what they did to it.

Which is why when it senses you in danger and comes out of its ball... the Pokemon freezes.

Team Rocket heard that the Champion had managed to tame Mewtwo and wanted to utilize that.

The thought makes Mewtwo shake.

Not from fear...

Rage.

It's at this point you lose control of the legendary

"How dare you touch them... I am not for you to use! I belong here... and I plan to stay beside them."

You can imagine that the end result isn't pretty....

Mewtwo has killed before, if you didn't know that before... this was proof.

Mewtwo doesn't feel any remorse when it attacks.

By the end of it there's corpses on the ground and Mewtwo's covered in splatters of gore.

"They'll blame you... You know that, right?"

Mewtwo's voice echoes in your mind, turning to you with a piercing purple gaze.

"Let us flee. I can find somewhere they'll never find you or me."

When you don't move, the Pokemon frowns.

"You see me as a monster, don't you, Champion?"

When you stare, Mewtwo steps closer before using telekinesis to drag you close.

The Pokemon mimics an embrace, even if you fear it.

"Let's be honest, human... I was always a monster... something that shouldn't exist..."

Mewtwo pulls you along, away from the murder scene.

"You may have changed me slightly..."

Its grip tightens as it carries you.

"But I will always be that very same monster."

[ceruark]

Yandere MBTI - Volo

credit: Yandere MBTI system created by the amazing @ddarker-dreams! used with permission. words: 938 cw: yandere themes: obsession, stalking, manipulation, abduction. a/n: i have a phD in voloism

Final Assessment: CAMS

Cruel

“Then perhaps the day will come when you will suffer and agonize as I do now…”

Volo is as cruel as they come; as Cogita said, he’s a wretch, and he acts the part. He’s just so bitter and spiteful toward the world that it’s hard to believe he’d be kind to someone he took interest in. 

No, he’d be infuriated. He’s got his sights set on rewriting the entire universe— he doesn’t have time for such trivial feelings, and you’re just a distraction Arceus sent with the intention of getting him side-tracked. He hates himself for having something as pitiful as a crush, and rest assured, he will be taking it out on you.

On the surface, he appears to his darling as he would to anyone else: a helpful, humorous merchant who can be a bit sly at times, but harmless nonetheless. He’s always in the right place at the right time, appearing out of seemingly nowhere to help you when you’ve found yourself cornered by Hisui’s fearsome dangers. He would use this front to lure you in, but rest assured, internally he’s degrading you. He’s constantly snarking to himself about how easy your stupidity and naivety are going to make things for him.

You won’t see his true face until you’re in his clutches, his nails sunk too deep to shake him off. If you ever so much as raise your voice at him, he’s putting you in your place, reminding you of all the times he’s had to save you from Hisui’s harsh terrain and wildlife. You’re absolutely helpless without him, and you should show nothing but respect and love for him, who has devoted precious time and attention toward taking care of you. You’ll never survive without him, and you should show your appreciation for your savior by keeping your mouth shut and your head lowered.

Despite all of this, though, I feel as though a part of him would be somewhat reverent of his darling— all the friendship-evolved pokémon on his team speak to a softer side of him, and it’s in his nature, of course. He’s so obsessive over Arceus that anything else in this godforsaken universe he deems worthy of his attention and devotion would be worshipped in a similar manner. This manifests in such ways that you’ll never recognize it for what it is: tenderly stroking your hair while you sleep, tediously meal-prepping to ensure you’re receiving all the nutrients you need to be in good health, and mentally cataloguing all of your likes, dislikes, and fears to ensure that you’re comfortable when you’ve earned it and terrorized when you’ve displeased him.

Aware

“Ah, that is a problem, isn't it? What shall we do about that, indeed?”

Volo knows that you don’t love him back, and even if you do, he knows damn well that he isn’t deserving of it considering everything he’s put you through. But at the end of the day, he simply doesn’t care. He already believes he's the chosen one entitled to catching Arceus and rewriting the world, so who else could possibly be more worthy of his beloved? And what’s more, you were sent here by that merciless god to stop his heretic plans— you were sent here for him. Though having your affections and being worshipped by you like he so deserves would be nice, it’s something he can do without. So long as you’re by his side, where you belong, nothing else matters.

Manipulative

“Ah, I do beg your pardon. I suppose I must seem to be behaving strangely!”

There is not an honest bone in this man’s body.

As aforementioned, he’s pulling strings from the beginning to get you caught in situations where you’ll have to rely on him to get to safety so that you’ll start seeing him in a positive light. 

Even after he has you where he wants you, he won’t stop. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you at his side by ensuring that he’s the only person you can rely on. He’ll tarnish your reputation with Jubilife Village and the clans so that you’re isolated from anyone in Hisui who has the power to help you. He’ll allow you to get hurt in the wilderness so he can come to your rescue and prove to you just how much you need him. He’ll show just enough affection to leave you feeling conflicted— you’ll resent him for his actions, but never enough to overcome the guilt that would come with leaving him alone.

Strict

“But not to worry. There are still corners of the Hisui region where we can stash you away in secret.”

Volo wants you all to himself, and he’s not willing to share your attention or affection with anyone else, regardless of whether they’re a family member, a friend, or— Arceus forbid— something more. He already sees himself as being the one destined to remake the fabric of reality itself, so he doesn’t believe there’s any reason for you to associate with people other than him. Besides, if things go his way, you won’t remember any of them, anyway.

He’s even worse after his defeat at the Temple of Sinnoh. He disappears off the face of Hisui, and he takes you with him. In a distant, unfamiliar region, you have no choice but to find comfort in the only person you’re familiar with. At this point, all the bitterness and hatred in his heart cause him to lash at you in crueler ways than ever before, yet cling to you even tighter— a combination that is sure to leave you both crumbling in each other’s arms.

[impish-baby]

i saw pokémon in ur fandoms and it activated a neuron in my mind. id love to hear your thoughts on platonic Arven (scarlet and violet)!

Platonic yandere Arven headcanons - 🥪🐾

🥪 - clingy, clingy, clingy, although he does his best to be subtle about it. No matter where you are in Paldea, Arven coincidently is out camping there! Food can very alot place to place, you know, little buddy? He's just trying to learn all he can!

🐾 - Mabostiff catches on to its trainer's infatuation and will start to growl at you when you try to leave camp, pushing you back into Arven's side. It only stops after you relent to stay a little longer or it is returned to its pokeball

🥪 - easily jealous, it doesn't even have to be another person or pokemon. If you're too engrossed in a task to pay much attention to him, Arven gets this sickly feeling in his stomach. (The professor was always too busy for him-) He'll try to talk to you, but if all you do is give him lackluster replies, he shuts up and acts standoffish for a while after.

He can't stay that way for long though, and you'll find him draping himself over you in an unbreakable embrace. Arven doesn't say anything, he just needs you next to him. (You aren't leaving, right? He's more important than whatever you're working on? You love him, yeah?)

🐾 - Sees himself as your older brother. He's had to take care of himself all his life practically, but you can take care of each other now! It's a given that he cooks for you at every opportunity that he can, but he starts to do other things as well. He'll buy you both ice cream if you're visiting a city, insist on studying with you, any time he can show that he cares about you he does.

🥪 - Arven is one of the characters I think worries a lot about the player's safety, especially with everything that's happened. He lost his parent to area zero, he almost lost Mabostiff, and now you've been down there twice? He knows you're crazy strong, but something can still go wrong. What happens when something does? Arven knows you wouldn't stay down, and that bothers him.

🐾 - perhaps.. he eventually starts to slip certain ingredients into your food, something that just makes you sleepy and sluggish. You can't go around being reckless and leaving him if you can barely manage walking around the campus. Sure, you could ride your brute around, but what if it also thinks you aren't fit to go very far?

[necroye]

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[yandere-sins]

Yandere Melony/Klara Headcanons ♥

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Rated: Mature Characters: Melony (Pokémon SW/SH) x Reader; Klara (Pokémon SW/SH) x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Stalking, Use of Aphrodisiacs, Delusional Behavior, Imprisonment Words: 2108

Melony

♡ There is nothing Melony would rather do than fall into your arms after another long day of work. Ever since she brought you home, she’s ready to retire and just stay with you all day long, reading, baking, and enjoying the simple joys of life. Consuming the love she holds for you is all that is on her mind lately whenever she gets a minute to free her thoughts from training or arguments with her son. With the temperatures so low around her all the time, she can’t help but imagine cuddling up to you, soaking in your warmth.

♡ Her infatuation is neither pretty nor as sweet as Melony makes it out in her mind. She pulled you in with such a kind, caring facade that you didn’t see the danger lurking in her hungry eyes. At times, when your back was turned, people couldn’t help but avoid you two, seeing how she appeared to be ready to pounce you like a starving animal in the winter. And to some degree, it was true. She was starving herself for your attention, your love, but she knew better than to be hasty. You thought she was helping you out of goodwill, or perhaps because she saw your potential, and you put in hours of hard, merciless training, just like you expected it to be when you came to her after hearing what the other trainers under her had to say. Melony always praised your toughness and that you were so quick to pick up on her instructions. Whenever she petted your hair or hugged you, you assumed it was her way of rewarding you. It felt safe and warm, even though you should have known better about the ice queen she really is.

♡ Soon enough, you were overworked, constantly sore, had little to no feeling in your cold body anymore, and barely any motivation to stay. Determined to pull through, you did what you could, but your body was slowly forcing you into a break that you never wanted to take. Nonetheless, you simply collapsed one day and finally had to tell Melony that you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t be training under her in the condition you were in. You expected her to be disappointed—upset even. But she just went still, tapping her chin thoughtfully before a grin crept on her lips, and she leaned over you, cupping your cheeks between her palms, promising, “I’ll take good care of you from now on.” Finally, she has you.

♡ Because how could she let the love of her life slip away so easily? She saw it before, trainers that got burned out and never returned. That wasn’t the plan she had for you. It never was. But she knows you trust her to get better again, trust her to make the right decision and bring you back to top form. You are so adorably determined to not let her down, it’s easy to bring you along to home. Putting you in a warm bath, Melony is overjoyed when you come out wearing the clothes she picked for you and has been storing for you since the day they reminded her of you when she was out window shopping. Making you a warm meal before putting you into bed, she promises the world will be better tomorrow. And it is! For her.

♡ Now, she has you all to herself, hiding you from everyone under the disguise of nursing you back into the best version of yourself so you two can continue with your brutal, merciless, but rewarding training. She doesn’t intend to let you back - ever - but you are eating out of her hand—literally. And she loves you for it all the more. There is always a reason for her to pull you into her lap and cuddle you, the strict teacher she was to you before replaced by almost a motherly figure spoiling you. Homemade meals every day, new games to play as she watches you with a smile on her face, art utensils flooding her home now to better accommodate every one of your hobbies. You can finally rest and be happy, accepting every sweet touch of hers and thanking her for taking such good care of you. Even now, you see nothing wrong in what she is doing, and you are eager to go back to the fights and prove that her faith and work in you is worth it. It’s everything you could have ever wished for. But one day, you just had to wake up from this dream you were living in.

♡ Melony has made a point of denying every attempt of yours to leave or contact someone, even your own family. You nervously tried to dial your parents through her home telephone, only to realize the lines were cut. She made a strict time plan to follow, deciding when you go to sleep, how long you play games, and she doesn’t approve of you taking too long alone in the bathroom either. It gets worse by the day, all while she keeps up the happy-go-lucky act of caring for you and avoiding all your questions. But when she leaves in the morning, you hear the lock of your bedroom snap before the front door closes, as she keeps locking you inside while she’s gone for the day. You feel like a pet waiting for its owner to come home, happy to see her, and at the same time, your flight instinct is telling you to get away whenever she reaches out to caress you and pet your head. There must be something you can do, anything! Even if you have to smash in a window and climb out! But every time you decide to leave, you halt, thinking about the sweet gym leader that has been putting so much effort into getting you to where you are now. It’s still Melony, right? Even if she has these strange methods to help you, it’s still her, and you trust her. You can’t do that to her. She’s always been nothing but good to you and always keeps your well-being in her mind! How are you supposed to get away when everything appears to be so right?

Klara

♡ Klara has been biting her nails ever since she met you. There's so much frustration filling her. She can hardly contain it, snapping at you whenever your paths cross and immediately regretting it. She doesn't want you frowning and giving her the cold shoulder, but she kind of deserves it, doesn't she? Even though Klara tries to make it up to you by leaving you little gifts of berries and snacks whenever she meets you (all while claiming she'd "never eat that stuff"), watching you from behind a corner to see if you'll accept it, she gets frustrated by the distance between you two even then. Though she has all the opportunities to be with you, she simply can't do it in a civic manner, and her heart breaks a little every night when she has to watch you go to your room in the Dojo without so much of a hint of longing for her. Yet, she lays awake, rolling in her bed restlessly, and only ever thinks about you. 

♡ The longer you stay at the Dojo, the bolder Klara grows. It begins a little mischievously when you start to notice things going missing from your room. Of course, you consider reporting it, but it's always the most useless stuff lying around, like chewing gum and shampoo. Though annoying, you hold back, and Klara feels encouraged by getting away with her doings. The next time, it's your pillowcase that you recently used, replacing it with one of hers. She leaves hair ties on the bottoms of your drawers, hoping if there was anyone who dared to go into your room, they'd stumble upon the ties and back off from her darling. It only gets worse from then on. A squirt of her perfume to mark the room while you're outside. It will linger, but with an open window, you'll barely notice it, she believes! Klara also leaves little notes folded together into nail-sized pieces stuffed into the holes in your furniture. You might not find them, but the possibility excites her as they'd tell you about all the things she'd like to do with you but never gets to say out loud. 

♡ However, this kind of affection still is amiss whenever she tells you something. Even if you're beginning to think she's not as fake and superficial as she appears, it's still hard to like Klara when she keeps on insulting you underhandedly. But you won't be dragged to her level, even if it annoys you. What good is there in humoring someone who clearly has an agenda against you? Klara is probably just insecure and childish. That's what you determine from the way she treats you. You're holding out for a long time until you snap, giving her some of her own medicine. There really was no reason for her to be so condescending, and you tell her as much, as well as that if she doesn't have anything useful to say, she might as well not speak with you at all. You expected her to act shocked and insulted, when really, the moment you finished barking back at her, her expression dropped as if you just kicked her in the gut. Speechless, pained, it was nothing like what you expected from her, who always raised her chin high and walked off when you defeated her in battle. Instead, you saw tears form in her eyes before she hurried away, and a pang of guilt rumbled through you.

♡ Maybe she deserves it, but she can't accept the truth she knows deep down. Klara decides this as she wipes her eyes after a good cry, feeling devastated by what just happened. Because it's you, she can't accept you being hostile and mean to her, her heartache bigger than it ever was. At first, she didn't want anything to do with you. Klara was well-liked and respected, but your appearance changed everything. And now, she just wants… you. How can she get closer to you? Show you what you really mean to her? Is there a way to put all you two have been through behind you and start over? Her thoughts almost went in the right direction when they took an abrupt change for the better—or the worse.

♡ There must be a way to make you crazy about her the same way she is about you. If she makes a potent aphrodisiac with her perfume, will it make your eyes turn to her every time she walks by? Will you be infatuated by her presence? Klara knows her way around poison; it can't be that hard to concoct something less harmful but all the more useful to her. Putting the mixture on a handkerchief, she slips into your room every night to let your subconscious work for her. Even if other things require her attention, she will always make room for you. And you'll see, once you take notice of her, you will enjoy it. Occasionally, she sits by your side, holds your hand, or brushes the hair from your face as you sleep - hopefully dreaming of her - the touches leave her aching for more. Soon you will realize her greatness, and until then, she will try to be patient despite sitting on hot coals around you.

♡ You love her. You just don't know it yet. That's what she tells herself as she passes you in the hallway, noticing how your nose reacts to her scent, the brief hesitation in your step. The wait is unbearable, but Klara is already dreaming of wedding bells and laying in your arms. She might not be a famous superstar yet, but if you fall for her, she'll be one step closer to her dreams. And whenever you're ready, Klara is too. Her little bottle of aphrodisiac is coming to an end soon, but she'll make the next one even stronger. Her patience is on a thin thread after all the heartache you put her through. It's only fair that she creates an even more potent potion next time for you and will make you love her rather sooner than later. Hopefully, you can take the stronger dose since it would be a real shame if she ended up poisoning her one true love because of her desire to love you. For her, though, it might be too late already.

[ablobwhowrites]

So, I got an idea for y/n in pokemon mystery dungeon (which is my favorite side series).

Imagine instead of turning into a pokemon, they remain human, and can also understand the pokemon, but in a psychic type way (they can hear them talk in their head, kinda like how the legendaries talk with telepathy in the movies).

And even the aggressive wild dungeon pokemon to the town or guild pokemon are platonically obsessed with this weird yet huggable creature, and y/n has to deal with constant affection.

It's worse with the big boss pokemon and final bosses, especially dialga from explorers of sky and dark matter from super mystery dungeon (take your pick).

Also arceus being merciful (and obsessed), and gifting y/n a bag with infinite storage and items, mostly food and drinks. And in exchange they have to visit arceus every day.

Sometimes y/n likes to just lay down in the grassy beginner dungeons and just admire the scenery, and the wild pokemon always come up to them for pets.

Also you can choose which game, or all of them if y/n just accidentally travels from game to game

(ALL POKEMON ARE PLATONIC ONLY.)

I imagine just y/n freaked out most of the time then their pokemon pal is just protecting them cause I do imagine y/n being a regular human and all, isn't built for this so their pokemon pal has to do kinda most of the fighting. y/n is just freaked out most of the time but is able to relax when being in arceus small pocket dimension for a few hours but y/n does ask if they could go home but arceus says it's best if it's later and comes up with a excuse to keep them in their universe as I imagine y/n's situation is kinda like the main characters situation in legends of arceus.

Y/n when they first got transfered into the pokemon universe (they don't know what the hell is a pokemon)

Y/n does find it a bit comforting that they at least have a friend even if they are basically a really intelligent animal with powers, it could be worse. Plus when y/n thinks when they helped everyone in that universe and gets transferred to then end up in the same damn place but it's a different world cause arceus doesn't want y/n's ass to leave, y/n thinks if they continue to help maybe they'll get to go home but this never happens. Sometimes they just pray that the next world has at least humans in it cause they cannot deal with these pokemon anymore cause what do you mean there's a Gengar who was once human but now stuck as a pokemon and now are on a team called team meanies.

Y/n sometimes wonders if they plead to arceus enough that they'll be sent to somewhere with humans and actual people cause y/n tries to relax as some regions are perfect and peaceful for them to take a rest and be alone with their thoughts but then end up waking up to see another team of Pokemon wondering if y/n Is alright or not. And especially the ending of mystery dx with the whole ending, y/n just wants to go home but maybe this next world will be their home or something but that'll never happen. And I don't think they are doing mentally well as they have to see their pal cry everytime y/n has to go away to another world that arceus is going to put them in. It's heart breaking for them, I know that.

(anyways thats it for my yapping session for today. If you like it please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[yandere-vale]

Yandere Jasmine Headcanons.

Warning: Normal Yandere stuff and I don't condone anything that I write about. Some stuff I'm okay with but that's sort of a personal thing and up to the person themselves to decide.

“ We were getting so close..but..Seeing how you've been avoiding me made me sad. It must be wonderful having all the time in the world to spend with others but not the one the actually cares for you. It's truly a pity you don't see that.”

People need to understand something about Jasmine, something that everyone and their mother has been getting wrong for so long. And that fact is that Jasmine is never to be under estimated on just how strong she really is.

Sure people take one look at her quiet demeanour, how polite and honest and just how utterly genuinely warm her smile is and they write her off as harmless. But all of you missed something. She’s the only female Steel-Type Specialist in the pokemon world.

From the calculating Colress, the charismatic Steven Stone, to the Honorable Wikstrom. All of them chose the steel type to represent themselves and all are formidable and just as strong as their pokemon...so where does Jasmine fit into all of this?

A sword hidden in silk, a iron hand hidden in a velvet glove. On the outside did those around her see the soft cute nervousness that wafted off of her that hid that iron resolve from prying eyes. Everyone was under the assumption that she was safe, that she’d always be there to make you feel better. Yep, you even thought that yourself.

Jasmine starts as the Harmless type of yandere. Seeing your happy face, hearing your laugh and just being able to bask in your presence always fills this woman with so much warmth. She'll dutifully take care of all your needs. With Jasmine, it's not just enough to see that happy look on your face, she also needs to take care of your mind and soul. Making sure that all of your problems fade away to the back of your mind because they've already been solved.

Jasmine is easy to fall in love with, it really isn't. She's so soft for you and always has kind words to show you how much she loves you. Though she only tells you them in private, you've seen her face become so red as to put a tomato to shame as she attempts to stammer out calling you darling. She likes cooking for you. Be inviting you to her home for breakfast, to making you up lunchboxes or having you over for dinner. Jasmine also likes getting you gifts for you and your pokemon. Anything to make you happy. As long as you show her love and affection she'll never be nothing more then harmless. It's only if you reject her do things suddenly become...worse.

But that can change at the drop of a dime. Like a mask only she knew she was wearing, you’ve seen the light drain from her eyes when something got in her way. That souless look never stayed for long(blink and you miss it.) but it always looked so shocking.

If you reject this girl's love then you will find her Yandere traits to be that of Violence, Removal, and the Restraining type. Don't give her that look, you know that she's already done EVERYTHING in order to make you happy right? Her heart was never locked to you, she held it in her hands for you to take. And you just left it there and walked away. She was alright with you being with other people, even other girls. Jasmine is not jealous of them because she knows that in the end you'll choose her. Of course you will. It's the only way that made sense.

So how could you? How can you be so utterly heartless as to refuse the love of the only one that loves you-TRUELY loves you. The best case scenario is if you turned her down but weren't seeing someone or in love with someone else. How this is the best case is that the only one getting hurt will be you. She sees your rejection as not something you yourself wanted, but that the people in your life(Or the one that she decides is the culprit) is to blame. So she needs you to be out for awhile. If you are lucky you'll receive a 'love zap' from her Magnimite. If you really made her mad then in the moment you'll be smacked in the head by the floating steel type's heavy body.

If you were in love with someone else and told her this when you confessed, then they are dead. It's as simple as that. Lots of people underestimate her because her forward appearance is one of bright smiles and joy. However, behind all her sweetness is the cold emotionless machine that won't be stopped. She'll be able to convince the one you like to come with her as Jasmine is all smiles and friendliness. Which will be their downfall.

That's only if you reject her however. And why would you?

[bluesgrxce]

Yandere Trainer Red x Reader

[This is the final chapter of Red's story! No spoilers but I can just see the "Pikachu can't learn that move!!" comments from a mile away...]

Traveling up Mt. Silver has always been worse than traveling down it, but you keep telling yourself that it's not that bad; You've got a boyfriend to return to, and you just got back from a nice visit with his mother, her kind words still warming your heart in this freezing area. 

And yet they make your heart so heavy. Just like the bag weighing down on your back, which his mother had filled to the point that you could barely close it. Her words keep playing in your mind: "I know you'll take care of him. You're the only one who can now, since you're the only one who sees him anymore."

So you hoist the bag further up your back and trek through the pure white snow that crunches underneath your feet. At first, you do a good job of focusing on your surroundings, making sure some wild Pokemon doesn't jump you. Not that there's much of a reason for you to be intimidated of them. You own strong Pokemon, and if something goes wrong, Red will save you. 

...But will Red have calmed down by now? He walked away from you this morning without a single goodbye. What if he's still angry? Even though you start trying to tell yourself that's not possible, your pace slows down, as if trying to prolong this journey back home.. Well, back to the cave. 

'The cave.' Wow. That's your home. That's what Red wants you to think, anyway. Why are you putting up with this? Why are you letting him isolate you and act petty when you don't do exactly as he wants? What's wromg with you?

He needs you. You can't just leave him. He doesn't want anybody else in his life. He refuses to have anybody else in his life. He'll be completely alone without you and it'll be your fault if something happens to him. 

So what? This sucks. Why should you have to climb up a snowy mountain just to see your boyfriend? Why should you have to go through so much for him? You're sick of it. Sick of him.  

Ugh, how could you ever even think that? He adores you. He can make you feel so wanted if he really put effort into it, because you're the only one he's ever wanted. You'll never meet someone more loyal, caring, and protective than him. 

In mere moments, your spiraling thoughts make you lose all sense of your surroundings. 

Until you step into a patch of dark red snow. 

You pause. Then immediately step back.

Blood, your first thought as you examine your shoe. The residue of red snow clings to your sole. An overpowering wave of disgust crashes against you, but you resist the urge to claw the residue off. You examine the patch instead. It's not very big, appearing to be a bunch of drops that combine into a medium-sized puddle. 

But your gaze finds a trail of dots that lead towards a cliff on your right. Without much thought, you follow the trail until reaching the very tip of it. As morbid curiosity overrides your better judgment, you peer over the edge. 

...Well, damn, you can't see anything. You're so high up the mountain and the weather is so cruel, only a flurry of snow and fog can be seen from off this cliff. If you dropped something here, you'd never find it. Never. 

You take a sharp breath of icy air, tearing your gaze away from the cliff and back onto the path. Only to realize that the trail of red spots extends so much further than they first appeared to. As far as your eyes can see, patches of red snow outline the exact route you'll need to take to get home. 

Oh.

The blood's fresh. It's extremely fresh, because otherwise, a new layer of snow would already have covered it up

Oh.

Your heartbeat stops. It's like the cold finally got to you and froze your veins dead. Your heartbeat picks back up as you fight against the urge to hyperventilate. You lose your balance. 

Your foot slips off of the cliff.

But you scamper away from the edge just in time. Adrenaline pumps through your icy veins and makes them burst back to life as your mind tries to rationalize everything you've seen. Maybe it was a battle between wild Pokemon that went wrong. Maybe it got a bit too violent. 

Except that makes no sense. Wild Pokemon rarely fight each other to such injury, at least, not out in the open where trainers could easily interfere. At least that's still the option that's easier to believe, though. It's explainable by nature. The other option is only explainable by human cruelty. 

There's only one other person you know of on Mt. Silver.

You bolt back to the cave.

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A low hum rumbles through Red's chest as he breathes in the scent of your blanket. With his eyes shut like this, he can pretend the soft material is your skin, and its warmth is your body heat. Imagining that makes him clutch it against his chest like he's shielding you from the cold, as he often does. He's never been that bothered by it himself, but he couldn't live without the image of you holding onto him. He doesn't need anything else but that to make it through life.

"Red?!"

He flinches. Is that your voice? But you're back home too early. Much too early.

He hears your rapid footsteps echo across the cave walls before he sees you come into view. Your frantic expression makes him forget about everything else and drop the blanket, rushing over before you can say a word. You throw your hands onto his chest and he clutches your wrists. His dark eyes bore into you from under the brim of his hat, trying to predict the problem-- and figure out why you're holding onto his shirt so tightly.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" You ask with urgency.

He squints his eyes and tilts his head. His silence makes your hands roam around his body. Your gaze scrutinizes him. "Well? Are you okay or not?"

Your stern, impatient question makes him stand him straight. He continues to peer at you through squinted eyes until he spots the palms of your hands. He clenches his jaw. 

You quirk an eyebrow at that and take a look as well. Smudged blood seeps into your skin. 

When you open your mouth, his breath stops in his throat. 

When Blue opens his mouth, Red's breath stops in his throat. Heat rises in his body and affects every bit of him-- Including his hands that grip and clench around nothing, his shoulders that tense to the point that its painful, and his teeth that grind together so much that it's like they're about to shatter. Each word that Blue says carries no value in Red's mind, only igniting one thing within him, an urge that he needs to satisfy. 

"My gramps told me not to get involved, but there's no way I'm gonna let you hold them hostage up here like this, not anymore." Blue releases a cocky laugh. "You seriously think they wanna live like this? Get real. You know they deserve better than this."

Red shoves his fists in his pockets. It's his last attempt to stop himself from doing something that can't be undone.

"I came back up here by myself to be a pal and give it to you straight, since they keep making excuses for you. You gotta move back down to Pallet Town, or at least get off of this mountain! You can't live like this forever!" When Red doesn't give any sort of response, Blue continues, "You know they'll go anywhere you go. You know that and you're taking advantage of that! You're just trying to keep them to yourself!"

Red advances forward and leers at him. He smirks and takes out a Pokeball.  "You wanna do this the hard way?" 

...That's not quite what Red has in mind. But he can work with it. 

Even as his breath hitches, Red's steady gaze never falters. He notes how your eyes dart back and forth between your bloody hands and his shirt with mismatched splotches on it. The color difference was so subtle that anyone could miss it. Your knees start shaking, so he grasps your hands to ensure you won't fall, ignoring how the blood wipes off on his skin too. You flinch like he's hurting you.

The issue and the solution are clear. He needs to clean you off.

He peeks over your shoulder and spots the heavy bag on your back. Though it's a hassle to make your petrified self cooperate, he eventually tugs it off and reaches inside until he finds a water bottle. He drops the bag with a harsh thud against the cave floor. 

You jump at the noise. He grimaces. Only then does it hit him that the bottle is ice cold. He reaches into his own nearby bag so he can use Charizard to heat it up. He does so without looking, so he accidentally pulls out Pikachu's Pokeball instead. His eyebrows furrow together. 

Pikachu hesitates when it sees the look on Red's face, how his eyes twitch and his lips form a scowl. Its eyes become sad as it looks back and forth between Blue and his Blastoise. It keeps trying to settle its gaze on Blastoise, but Red corrects it everytime with the gesture of his head. 

Finally, Pikachu settles its gaze on Blue. Then it gives one last look at its trainer. He nods. After a moment of silence, it does as previously instructed.

Pikachu uses Cut. Over and over and over again. 

Red doesn't even look at Blue as he screams. His mind is far too enamoured with thoughts of you, only you, leaving him completely undeterred as dark red blood crashes against the snow.

Red shakes his head clear. He brings Charizard out and in mere seconds, the bottle's ready. He triple checks to make sure it's not scalding hot, before pushing it into your trembling hands. He goes to retrieve the blanket so he can wrap it around your shoulders and give you the comfort you need. 

But the blanket is damp to the touch. He looks down and sees even more blood staining the otherwise clean fabric. His grimace deepens, but he simple drops it to the ground like he did with your bag. Looks like he'll have to find a way to do laundry again. 

Red's shirt feels damp against his chest as he trudges down the mountain. He ignores it, instead wishing there was a nearby Pokemon Center so he could at least get a Machamp from his Pokemon Box to take on this heavy weight in his arms. But Pikachu had already starting hiding from him in its Pokeball and refused to come out. He rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with more dumb things like that. 

He comes to a stop. He looks around until he spots a cliff, immediately heading towards it. He hurls Blue's body into the abyss. Then, he reaches into his bag, and drops Blue's items the same way. He doesn't hesitate even when only Blue's Pokeballs are left. With each Pokemon still trapped inside, he drops them one by one and watches them as they disappear into the fog. He never hears them land. 

He turns away and walks back.

"This isn't your blood."

Red's eyes widen momentarily before he looks back at you. Growing realization crosses your face as you gape at him. Disgust takes over your expression, as if you're wondering how you didn't notice just how bloody he is before. How dirty he is. How cruel he is. 

But he chooses not to acknowledge you, like he's done many times before. He takes the water bottle back, flinging the cap behind him, and snatches your wrist. 

"What happened?" You ask as he pours the warm water over your hand. 

Silence. And yet you don't know when to quit.

"Red."

He switches to your other hand to wash it off as well.

"Red."

He starts switching back and forth between your hands. He scrubs the creases of your palms to get out the stubborn spots. Roughly. Like he's trying to scratch your skin off. 

"Red, please!"

He doesn't stop until the bottle is empty and your hands are numb. A puddle of bloody water pools at your shoes now, though neither of you pay much attention to that. He keeps his gaze trained on your hands, which he still holds so tightly. The brim of his hat covers his face so you can only see him frown. 

But then he pulls you into a hug. Except it doesn't feel like one. His arms smother you, his fingers dig into your flesh, and his stature does everything it can to swallow you whole. This isn't a hug. This isn't what it should be like. 

You look around the cave. This isn't what a home should be like. You look at him. This isn't what a relationship should be like. But at this point, it doesn't seem like there's anything you can do about it. He needs you here, after all. 

You start sobbing. Red rubs your back as your tears mix with the blood on his shirt. He stares into the distance, looking out the cave entrance to see the beautiful isolation that is Mt. Silver. It removes all of the meaningless distractions so there's nothing else to rely on except each other. As it should always be. 

His touch grows possessive when he spots the bloody trail outside your home. Tainting the pure snow of this mountain, of your love, of your soul was never on his agenda. But Blue came to ruin everything for him, so it's what he had to do. And if anybody else dares to do the same, he'll do it again without a second thought. He'll paint everything red if that's what it takes to keep you with him alone.  

When he can do things like this to prove his devotion, words are unnecessary. This is all he needs to do in order for him to say 'I love you.' 

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Lol just killed my problematic fave off, but it's okay, he would've killed Red too in a different universe. He actually did, if you know that one pokepasta... Blue Tears my beloved like yes king go kill more people 😍

[cheesus-doodles]

Star-Crossed by Choice: Chapter 3

Yandere Raihan & Leon with Champion Darling

Pokemon SwSh and SV Crossover

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apologies for the sudden hiatus yall ;-; i've been pulling midnight days almost every day for the past month for work on top of dealing with quite a severe writer block - things has been calming down somewhat so I look forward to ramping up my writing again! thank you for your patience :3

“You ungrateful little whore,” Raihan all but snarled out, the whites of his gritted teeth glinting in the dim street light as he stared you down.

Your body instantly reacted, attempting to stumble back and away despite having collapsed on the ground, your trembling gaze all but locked on Raihan’s icy teals, unable to turn away. If looks could kill, you wouldn’t be dead, no - the fate that awaited you was so much worse than the kind embrace of death. Your Cinderace let out an uncertain trill as it looked back at you, quickly followed by an annoyed one as it shifted to block your view of the gym leader. The astute Pokemon you had the honor to call your partner was more than well aware of the situation, though its efforts did little to stop the shivers that wrecked your body as you tried and failed to force yourself to get up and move.

Raihan was hardly deterred. “After all I’ve done for you, after all you’ve put me through-” The taller man took a step forward, his towering shadow falling over you, eyes almost seeming to glow in the dark and he stared you down. “This is how you repay my love?” 

It was as if your Cinderace barely existed between the two of you, those narrowed eyes piercing straight past the Pokemon and into your soul, a shot from a harpoon that hooked into your flesh and froze you in place. There was no right answer to his question, even if you could muster the words to reply, because there wasn’t supposed to be one; you were never right. Only wrong. 

The town of Cortando was predictably quiet at this time of the night, with residents and student visitors having long retreated into their beds to prepare for the coming day. You envied them - and you always had - having the freedom that the new dawn would bring to look forward to. And even though you treasured every day you could roam the rolling hills of Paldea, free from the shackled throne you were forced to sit upon in Galar, it wasn’t without needing to constantly look over your back for the monsters that lurked in the shadows.

And now, the freedom you had so carefully constructed for yourself was threatening to shatter before your eyes. 

You gulped, pleading eyes sliding to glance at Nemona, who was still staring blankly at the whole ongoing shitshow. What now? Could you simply give all this up? Go back to the safety of what you knew? You had to, your mind screamed at you. Concede now, surrender and return peacefully before it’s too late, and you could maybe still enjoy some semblance of the miniscule comfort you had before your abrupt escape.

But it was your heart and the sinking feeling in the base of your gut that told you the truth. That it was already too late for you: you had forced the Hammerlocke gym leader into giving up all pretense of playing the persona he was so loved for, and like an awakened dragon, the man you faced was now one usually reserved only for you and your transgressions against him. Allowing others to lay eyes on such a private side of him would hardly be kind to you if Raihan got his way.

“Hey! Eyes here while I’m talking to you,” the man snapped, and your gaze immediately jumped back to meet his, the hair on the back of your neck standing as you realized that you had been too obvious in allowing your attention to waver away from Raihan. If Cinderace hadn’t been between the two of you, you were sure around your neck was exactly where the other’s hands would be at this precise point in time. “Do I mean so little to you now, princess? Just trash to be cast aside, huh?”

What now? What else?

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Yet that was hardly the whole sum of your issues at the moment. Allowing your eyes to slide away from Raihan once more as the man continued to vent and rant to himself, and there in the dim yellow light waited another patient pair, Leon looking deceptively relaxed from where he was leaned against an unassuming lamppost lazily scanning his surroundings, just a stone’s throw behind the hoodie-touting gym leader. And as if he could feel your wide-eyed stare, the ex-Champion looked up, catching your eyes lingering on him. Smirking as he dropped whatever it was that he had been tossing from one hand to the other, the purple-haired man leisurely strolled over, clapping one hand over an unusually agitated Raihan’s shoulder. “Calm, Raihan,” Leon smirked, golden eyes having never left yours. “She’s still here.”

Raihan let out an annoyed tsk, shaking Leon off of him, though the gym leader did take a deep breath and calmed down. 

I’m still here, you repeated mentally. So close where they could almost grasp you, your eyes flickering between the two as their shadow only seemed to grow longer and longer, swallowing you up and dragging you further from the light, yet so far away. Your chances to get away were only getting slimmer with every passing minute. Having to shake Raihan off was one thing, with the blue-eyed man’s seemingly dragon-like senses and his ability to read you like an open book, but adding Leon into the equation was a whole different ball game.

But you had to try. Giving up and returning to that life that awaited you, it simply wasn’t an option, if not for you, then for your beloved Pokemon friends. You’ve already beaten them once, you tried to reassure yourself. All that time ago, when you had become Galar Champion, and then again and again every Championship. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, you shifted your hand, dipping into your pocket to pull out a small clicker, all the while wrecking your brains to come up with a plan. You just had to beat them again this time. Give up, those nagging voices at the back of your mind urged again.

Far from the rage that Raihan had worked himself into, Leon was still calm and collected, the tanned man with a mob of purple hair reaching out towards you, offering one ungloved hand as if an olive branch. “It’s time to come home, love,” he reassured. “It’s not too late. Everything’ll go back to normal, same way it always was, if you come home with us now. I promise.”

A lie. You know better to fall for those honeyed words - that hadn’t been a question but an order. You closed your eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. It was all too much for you.

Those amber eyes moved to lock onto your Cinderace. “And you. Return to your Pokeball.”

Your partner pokemon bristled, letting out a warning growl.

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Leon had always frightened you, more than Raihan ever did. The Dragon gym leader had always been very obvious, very deliberate with his actions, never bothering to hide his intentions, to the extent of making it public to his leagues of fans the moment you were in his grasp. But you hadn’t even noticed the once-undefeated Champion’s claws wrapping around you until he already had you trapped.

The glimpse of purple hair you kept catching from the corner of your eye had you momentarily thinking of Hop, your oldest and dearest friend that you had left behind in Galar. You wondered how he was doing, whether he still thought of you like you did of him. Whether he had already achieved his goal of researching rare pokemon. Whether he still looked up to his older brother after what Leon had done to him the day you toppled Goliath and became reigning Champion.

You thought about writing to him from time to time, especially during those lonely nights when you camped out in the far corner of some field, stoking a crackling fire under the twinkling stars with your Pokemon fast asleep around you. You remembered when Hop would join you to feast on curry when the two of you were kids, when neither had any worries beyond homework and whether the channels would have the latest episode of your favorite show. But you had always decided against it at the end of the day, worried about being tracked down should Leon get a hold of one - and you could only offer simple wishes up to whatever deity was listening that Hop was doing well. 

Fat load of good that did you.

Your hand moved fast, tapping away on the converted morse paddle key hidden to the side of your body: non-verbal instructions to your Cinderace. Not only was it a system that both you and your Pokemon were well accustomed with, having practiced it again and again throughout the course of the Galar Championships and beyond, but it also took advantage of Pokemon’s natural heightened senses and your two self-established “guardians” inability to understand. And you knew your partner heard you loud and clear, the bunny Pokemon’s ear twitching in acknowledgement despite keeping its back turned to you.

Though despite your best attempts, your unspoken communication didn’t go unnoticed. Leon’s face darkened, in step with Raihan snarling. “Not going to use your words?” “What did I say about clicking?”

Fortunately, right on cue, Cinderace took a quick swipe at them, forcing the two men back a few paces to avoid the tip of its feet before your partner retreated back to stand guard in front of you. 

The breeze had picked up once more, carrying with it the calls of Hoothoot and the rustle of grass from outside of town, the fields alive with nocturnal Pokemon. You shivered in the warm wind, your mind racing. One step down, countless more to go. Could you pull it off?

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It was far too obvious that you weren’t giving up the fight just yet, Raihan mused, sharp eyes lasering in on you as you kept your gaze downturned and focused on the ground, his grin only seeming to lengthen with the shadows that danced in the night. Sure, you had always been on the timid, shy side, even to the point of being a selective mute, but he could tell this was one of those rare times where your instinct to struggle against the current bubbled to the surface. You had always been a crafty little thing when you needed to.

Yet the scales were still tipped in his favor.

“Fiery,” the Hammerlocke gym leader all but purred out, pulling your attention out from your thoughts. “You sure you wanna do that though?” He reached into his pocket, and you flinched on instinct. Good.

 Pulling out an all-too familiar Pokeball, the orb was clutched in one tanned hand held halfway out, just enough for the light to catch its top. 

You turned pale, staggering to your feet immediately, your eyes locked on that ball. No doubt you would easily recognise the Pokeball he now held as your own: the once-glossy red surface painstakingly decorated with cute little details that he imagined you carving with the tip of a knife in the light of a campfire once upon a time, far out in the Wild Area and away from prying eyes. “You know who this is, don’t you, lil champ?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes away, tears beginning to well in the corner of your already swollen eyes as you tried to shake your head, attempting to plead silently to spare you the pain. 

Ah that helpless, what a sight for sore eyes indeed. If only you could voice that plea.

And with a quick toss, it was clear to the hooded trainer that he had only confirmed your worst nightmares, Lapras bursting forth and manifesting before Cinderace with a cry. Back when he had let his guard down and allowed you to escape from his grasp back in Galar, you had managed to slip away with just six of your Pokemon - your prized Pokemon to say the least, given those six formed the core of your Championship team. But, Raihan smirked, casually sliding both hands into the pockets of his hoodie, it was no secret you cared deeply for all your Pokemon, and those you left behind were still in his and Leon’s possession. 

Even your Cinderace seemed uncertain of the evolving situation, breaking its fighting stance to glance between you and its former ally. 

Now, what were you going to do next?

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Your world felt like it was on the brink of imploding, the very air just a wrong touch away from collapsing around you. That wretched thick black collar that hung from Lapras’ neck, one you were all too familiar with - you could barely bite back the whimper that you felt threatening to escape from your throat. Whatever you did, one wrong move and you would once again be the sole cause of the world of suffering Lapras would be put through.

You shaking met Lapras’ eyes, to which the Pokemon let out a mournful sigh, and Cinderace returned a sad trill. It wasn’t the first time both had found the other on opposing sides since you had your living arrangement forcibly updated at the end of the Galar Championship, but neither liked the outcome. Maybe Leon and Raihan were right. Maybe you should just give in and end the pain. 

“Just leave her alone already!” A sudden interruption that sliced through the silence of the night like a hot knife through butter, and Nemona came stomping over from behind him, an uncharacteristically furious expression painted across the usually cheery girl. “She doesn’t want to go with you!” With a distinct lack of fear in her eyes and a lack of care for who your two pursuers were on the world stage, your friend marched past them without a second glance, putting herself squarely on your side and in your corner.

The Champion-ranked trainer turned to you. “Don’t get me wrong, I most definitely want to have a battle with you once all this blows over,” she declared, pausing for a moment before continuing on. “And I want to know everything. But I’m on your side. Got it?”

You simply nodded.

There was little question that Raihan and Leon would be angry, and you didn’t need to look to know just how downright pissed they were. Instead opting to turn your gaze to Nemona then to the ground, it was as if your mind had connected the dots faster than you could have realized, and you had to take a second look at the uniform-clad girl. Right before it hit you like a charging Rhyhorn, the sudden realization instantly shaking your entire perspective and turning your world upside down. 

You were no longer in Galar. 

Yes, there was no doubt that Raihan and Leon were still Master Class trainers that have conquered the World Coronation Championships, and were most definitely famous even here in Paldea as the famous Dragon Gym Leader of Hammerlocke and the former Galar Champion. But missing were the leagues of women who would throw their weeks away to comb every inch of grass for signs of you on Raihan’s command. And gone were the nosy trainers who would be more than happy to turn over information on your location just for a word of praise from Leon, or the crowds of your self-declared fans who could recognize you turned inside out from a yard away.

They were as good as nobodies here, and so were you.

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And now all the wheels began to turn. The modified morse paddle key that served as your clicker went into overdrive as you tried to get your thoughts out to Cinderace as fast as your fingers could go.

You could get away. There was still a way out for you.

Raihan seemed to have caught on to the sudden hope that surged in your veins, the toothy grin on his face dropping as he narrowed his eyes. “Lapras, Hydro Pump,” he ordered.

Lapras resisted, letting out a defiant cry as it rebelled against his orders. Your countdown has started.

Two clicks, and your Cinderace leapt forward, foot extended to land a Double Kick.

You didn’t look to see if the attack landed, attempting to turn out all external sounds from your buzzing ears; the butterflies in your chest already made it hard enough to keep breathing. Instead, you cleared your throat, your mouth moving as you tried to force a word, a sound, anything from your vocal chords. “S-St-” You exhaled, shuddering, your efforts going unnoticed amidst the chaos of the moment.

The Dragon Gym Leader had withdrawn a small remote, a promise, not a threat. “Lapras, use Hydro Pump,” he ordered again.

It wasn’t enough. A full word. All you needed was a single full word. If not for yourself, then for the hell that your Pokemon had been through - there was no other choice. You had to do it.

Nemona’s eyebrows were furrowed as she watched the battle go down, the other three trainers paying little attention to you as you carefully tiptoed over to retrieve your backpack off the ground, the clock in your head ticking down slowly but surely. Tick tock, the nagging voices in your head whispered to you. Tick tock.

There was little time to decide what the right move was, whether you did the right thing; you simply rationalized that you should pick whoever you wouldn’t mind being stuck with again should you have to return to Galar. Raihan did treat you like royalty whenever he wasn't angry at some unspoken rule that you unknowingly broke, and would only increase should you pick him, with the downside being the numerous eyes and constant spotlight that followed the popular trainer around. While no doubt that Leon’s treatment of you would improve greatly if you picked him, the man had always been very demanding, holding you to an impossible standard.

Reaching into your backpack right for your Pokemon as Cinderace dodged the jet of water aimed at him, everything that happened next took but a blink of an eye.

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All you could muster the strength to mutter was a single word, yet it was enough. A broken whisper of a single syllabus, mumbled by a hoarse voice that didn’t seem to see much use. “Raihan-”

Both men instantly startled, amber and aqua eyes snapping straight to yours as their jaws dropped. But it was all the distraction you needed.

Click. Your Vileplume manifested, instantly using Stun Spore, with both Vileplume Cinderace being recalled to their respective balls before the yellow dust even touched the ground.

You grabbed Nemona’s arm, yanking her backwards with surprising strength as you clutched your backpack tight to your chest. Another shrill song as Gardevoir manifested, the Psychic pokemon lightly touching its green sleeve-like arms to you, using Teleport.

And in under a minute, your little group was gone, vanishing without a trace from Cortondo.

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“She-she said my name,” Raihan mumbled again and again, sounding very much star-struck. “My name. M-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Leon snapped back, annoyed.

Being left sprawled on the ground waiting for the effects of the paralysis to fade didn’t help much with the former Galar Champion’s mood, even less so when you had been just an arm’s length away. One grab away from going back to how life had been with you. And now, Leon had to live with the fact that after years and years of patience, waiting eagerly for a chance to hear your elusive voice. Soft and gentle, like the trickle of a river, your voice had been everything he ever imagined and more - and it was his rival’s name that left your lips first. 

It must be her, the purple-haired man fumed, a soft glow of red as an equally paralyzed Lapras was recalled to its ball by a giddy, giggling Raihan. That stupid Champion-ranked girl with the green highlighted hair. All his time and effort, taming and training you into his love - and she had broken his perfect you the moment his back was turned. All his work for nothing, gone like sand art at high tide.

Letting out a groan as Leon finally felt control of his body return, he could only slam the back of his head into the dust once in frustration before standing. 

Raihan had won this fight, but Leon sure as hell was going to make sure he wins the war.

[beestriker015]

Yandere Lusamine x male s/o

It’s fairly well known amongst employees of the Aether Foundation that the once bubbly and kind personality of their president took a sharp turn for the worst when Lusamine’s husband disappeared several years ago, even to the point of driving her own two children away, which only helped to damage her psyche even more.

Whether it be to find something/someone new to bestow her affections onto, or perhaps to cure a well hidden loneliness, Lusamine eventually began obsessing over something other than Ultra Wormholes and pokémon, that being a man named s/o.

S/o is a nice looking man in his early thirties who used to work for Silph Co. in the Kanto region during his younger years before joining the Aether Foundation due to his love of caring for pokémon.

“Hello Miss Lusamine! My name is s/o, and it’s an honor to be working for you.”

This was what s/o said upon meeting his new boss for the first time after being hired to be her assistant, thus kicking off Lusamine’s obsession.

“Yes! He’s the one! I can tell already that this man is worthy of the love so many seem to throw away! I will make him mine soon enough.”

Aether’s president thinks to herself before turning to s/o and smiling sweetly at him.

“Such good manners. I like that. I look forward to having you by my side s/o.”

She tells him in a tone that both flusters him and unnerves him slightly.

“T-thank you ma’am. I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations.”

“Glad to hear it. Now come along s/o, there’s already work that needs to be done.”

“Yes ma’am!”

Following Lusamine to her office, s/o begins his first day working at the Aether Foundation.

Working for Lusamine was rather strange to s/o.

Despite being his boss, she seemed to be doting and almost…loving to him.

Yet s/o didn’t think much of it, and in fact actually enjoyed it due to developing a crush on Lusamine.

The more time they spent together, the more Lusamine’s unhealthy attraction to s/o grew.

“I can’t hold back anymore! The longer I wait, the more I risk some other woman sinking her claws into my darling s/o! He is the only person deserving of my love, and I will not lose him!”

She tells herself before deciding to confess to s/o first thing in the morning.

“Before we go over our itinerary for the day. There’s something you need to know s/o.”

“W-what is it ma’am?”

He asks in a shaky voice, fearing he’s about to be fired.

“I’ll get straight to the point. I want you to be mine.”

She says with a blank expression, which changes to a small smile once seeing her darling’s flustered expression.

“C-can you repeat that please? I might have misheard you.”

“You heard me just fine s/o. Ever since you’ve started working for me, I’ve become romantically attracted to you. I repeat, will you be mine?”

Not wanting to pass the chance to be with his crush, s/o nods and smiles.

“I’d like that. Honestly, I kinda fell in love with you not long after I became your assistant.

Hearing this brings a great big smile to Lusamine’s face as her heart beats faster, incredibly happy that her darling loves her back.

“Oh s/o! Come here so that I may shower you with my love!”

She pulls him into a bone-crushing embrace and kisses him passionately.

“I’m yours now my love, just as you are mine, and I will never let you go.”

Lusamine whispers into s/o’s ear, thus officially making them a couple.

Unknowingly dating a yandere can be problematic at times because Lusamine very much tries to isolate s/o from his friends, family, and coworkers.

If s/o ever questions her behavior, his girlfriend manipulates him into believing whatever lie she comes up with.

“I’ve heard them say awful things behind your back my love, so it’s best that you cut them out of your life and focus on me. You know I would never treat you badly, unlike those wretched people.”

Due to being incredibly trusting, s/o believes everything Lusamine tells him, much to her glee.

Lusamine gets jealous very easily, and if she sees another woman talking or Arceus forbid flirting with s/o, bad things are about to happen.

While not a murderous kind of yandere, Lusamine has the money and connections to ruin the lives of anyone she deems a threat to her relationship with s/o.

A woman flirted with s/o?

Well, she will soon gets a call from work telling her that she’s fired, and unfortunately for her, no other reputable business or company will be hiring her thanks to Lusamine.

“Hmph! That’s what the harlot gets for messing with what’s mine.”

Lusamine thinks to herself while smiles like a lunatic after receiving the news.

One benefit from being in a relationship with the president of the Aether Foundation is that s/o is constantly showered with gifts, whether it be clothes, jewelry, trinkets, or anything else.

Nothing is too grand or expensive for Lusamine’s darling s/o.

“Honey, I appreciate everything you do for me, but you didn’t have to get me this.”

“Nonsense, you deserve it for being such a loyal and loving boyfriend.”

“But a weeklong stay at a villa in Undella Town? That’s all the way in Unova!”

“Yes, considering it a reward for all your hard work as my assistant. It’s about time you and I take a vacation together don’t you agree?”

Lusamine is also incredibly affectionate with s/o, even in front of her employees.

“Have you seen the way the President acts around her assistant?”

“Yeah, she seems so much happier than before. It’s like Miss Lusamine’s back to her old self again.”

A pair of employees whisper to each other while watching Lusamine cling to s/o with a happy smile on her face while touring the Conservation Area of Aether Paradise.

If s/o has any pokémon under his care, they automatically become Lusamine’s favorite pokémon.

After all, if these pokémon belong to her beloved darling, then they’re worthy of her love as well.

“Look at you. You’re all so beautiful! Much like your trainer, but to a lesser degree of course.”

She tells s/o’s pokémon with adoration in her voice, although they are slightly scared of her due to sensing the crazy vibes of their trainer’s girlfriend.

Because of the age difference between her and s/o, Lusamine often feels insecure about their relationship.

“My darling says he loves me, but what if he meets someone younger! I’m a previously married woman in her 40s with two ungrateful children! Not that I’d ever let him leave me, but what if s/o woke up one day and decided he no longer wants my love?!”

This thought drives Lusamine to the brink of insanity, but luckily s/o reins her in and does his best to reassure his girlfriend, unaware of her darker thoughts.

“I don’t care that you’re older than me, or that you had a family before we got together. I love you Lusamine, and I’m never gonna leave you.”

“D-do you promise?”

She asks him, letting the more innocent and child-like side of her personality shine through.

“Yes. I’d never lie or joke about something like that babe, you know that.”

S/o’s reassurance calms her down quite a bit as she hugs him tightly.

“Thank you my darling s/o. You truly are deserving of all my love and affection, even more so than the rarest pokémon in the world.”

Not long after this, Lusamine asks for her beloved’s hand in marriage one day after having a very romantic evening together, which he happily accepts.

“S/o, the light of my life, will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

Before she can even get on one knee and pull out the ring, s/o gets up from the table and nods with a very ecstatic smile on his face, much to her delight.

“Yes! Absolutely! I love you Lusamine!”

He hugs her with happy tears in his eyes as she chuckles and smiles softly with a crazed twinkle in her eyes before speaking.

“I love you too my dear, and once we’re married, our love will be eternal.”

Despite her previous husband and children leaving her (at least in her twisted point of view), Lusamine takes solace in knowing that s/o, the lone person worthy of her immense love, will never abandon her like they did, and if someone foolishly dares try to steal the object of her obsession away, well…

The experiments Lusamine and the Aether Foundation plan on conducting involving Ultra Wormholes will require a few test subjects….whether they’re willing or not.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you make Yandere Meowth(Kanto or Alola) vs Yandere Persian(Pet-like)?

I can try! These are Kanto! Meowth and Persian. Sorry it took so long and is short... I can only do so much with Overprotective Pokémon :(

Overprotective! Meowth vs Persian

Short Concept/HCs

Pairing: Platonic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, This is just cats fighting each other, Violence, Blood, Dubious companionship.

Meowth are known to roam the streets at night and adore shiny objects like spare change.

Persian are known for being fickle but regal pets with an attitude.

Honestly, an idea I have for this is something along the lines of this;

You originally have a Persian, a pet who is only ever docile around you.

Persian are usually moody and will randomly attack.

Yours doesn't attack you though... often purring happily in your lap as you work or scroll your phone.

However... the rivalry would start once you adopt a stray Meowth.

Which causes your Persian to become territorial.

That's how I feel a rivalry between these two Pokémon would work.

Since these are overprotective Pokemon, I can imagine it as anything more than two territorial cats.

Your Persian is immediately harsh on your new Meowth.

The poor stray is relentlessly bullied and hissed at by your Persian.

However... such behavior backfires as you begin to tend to your Meowth more, which makes the stray attached and proud.

The only thing I can think of is like... cartoon nonsense between them.

You're oblivious the the rivalry between your two house pets.

Or at least... the full extent of it.

It's known Persian can be mean.

Although... the rivalry these two have is mutual.

Your Meowth catches on quick and knows how to manipulate you into their favor.

So while their rivalry is intense...

All you hear are Pokémon cries as they chase each other around your home.

It's funny when you think of it this way.

However, while this is mostly comedic, they can put each other into danger.

They aren't just cats, they're still Pokémon.

You jump when you hear a Power Gem go off or the squeals of Pokemon as someone scratches the other.

There's times you have to pull them away from one another, blood seeping from wounds as you run them both to a PokéCenter.

Neither Pokémon go easy with each other.

You could have your Meowth on your lap, only for your Persian to pick them up by the scruff and toss them aside to sit on your lap.

That or your Meowth frames your Persian for something.

The scariest part is you're scared they'll kill each other.

Your Persian might... your Meowth just wants to kick your Persian out of the house and take their place.

While it may seem like it's just two Pokémon being territorial with one another...

Turns out it's much more than that... turns out they both want to be your only Pokémon...

But such a thing means getting rid of the surrounding rivals... no matter the cost.

[spicyicetea]

Okay so I have quite a few drafts that I’ve been putting off finishing and posting (I am prioritising requests don’t worry) I’m really big in Pokemon right now due to replaying violet and Pokemon infinite fusions. I’ve been wanting to do more one offs/ light stories? I don’t know what if call them. I wanna focus on Pokemon currently with these but will happily take requests still for other characters from series I write for. Figured I’d send the vote on which one I finish first to y’all. All of them are Pokemon, I’ve been hyperfixating >:)

The Lance one has the most written and I’ve already drawn the banner for the story but I’ll work on whatever one you people wish to see. All of the have NSFW potential in a pt 2, but probably won’t in pt 1.

The Lance x League assistant!reader banner: I’m not good at drawing pokemon okay be nice-

Also first time drawing Lance- I love this man I don’t know why.

[bluemoondust]

There was a request you did with a famous darling and the pokevillains.

Could you write the famous darling scenario with maybe Brassius, Grusha, Piers, and Petrel?

✧Famous!Darling✧

Referring to this post!

Characters: Brassius, Grusha, Piers, Petrel

Warning(s): Hints of Possessive Behavior, Hints of Violence, Stalking

✧Gym Leader Brassius✧

Oh, you bet he's one of your biggest supporters. Despite his yandere tendencies, he isn't one to restrict his darling from expressing themselves creatively. However, one thing he worries deeply about is the impact that comes with fame. He's concerned that you won't be doing this for yourself anymore; that you'll be bending over backwards to please the masses. It depresses him to think how you'll be once you come to see your passion as nothing more than a chore. He doesn't want that for you, so he makes sure it doesn't happen. Some of your fans, who don't treat or see you as a real person, make him sick to his stomach, honestly. He'll gladly ensure they won't bother you anymore and learn how to be respectful. He will gladly weed out the bad seeds from the garden. Harshly, if he has to since some weeds can be stubborn.

✧Gym Leader Grusha✧

Annoyed. That's all he feels. Grusha knows the deal when it comes to being well-known and famous. He was just like that before the accident. However, seeing your fans swarm around you while the two of you are out makes him remember that oh, yeah, that was certainly a thing. Don't people have some amount of decency? Can't they leave someone alone for a few minutes? He hates how it looks like they're treating you like some...object. He doesn't know how much he can take it. There are some genuine fans out there, but oh, he's not annoyed by them. It's the weirdos his concern and bitterness is centered towards. They make him absolutely sick. He doesn't voice any of this out, but you can sure feel his irritation at a certain distance. Just, you know...make sure he's okay since we wouldn't want an accident on the news, don't we?

✧Gym Leader Piers✧

Just like Grusha, he's also annoyed by these fans. Like yeah, there's Team Yell with Marnie but that's her hype team more than anything. These people, though, are so bothersome and he can't help but bring that up sometimes in conversation. If you're actually bothered by them, then great! He'll gladly tell them to bug off when necessary. Hell, you can even come to Spikemuth to hide for a while. Not many people come around anyways, so it's a good place for some alone time. Besides that, Piers is supportive of your career if it's something you're passionate about. Especially if you're a singer/songwriter. As someone who is one himself, he's alright with giving advice and offering a hand. Team Yell can act as bodyguards if you want. Their demeanor would drive excessive fans away and that's something he wants. A benefit to handing advice to you is that he had the opportunity to give small bouts of misinformation to scare you a little. It just helps to keep you leaning onto him for support. I mean, who else could relate? I know what you're thinking: this sounds rather okay. Because it's the way Piers wants it to be. Even as a yandere, he doesn't want unnecessary conflict or trouble. It's rather annoying. Oh, but make no mistake; he's willing to drag any creep into a dark alley to ensure they are never able to hold a paper and pen ever again.

✧Team Rocket Executive Petrel✧

Petrel is rather chill about this. Hell, he even disguises as various people who are 'fans' of yours. Example: you're at a convention with fans and it's going well. Everyone is so sweet and endearing. What you don't notice is that Petrel had approached you multiple times as different people just to see how you react with various individuals. He can never get tired of this. It's entertaining to see that adorable face of yours greet him as if you're meeting for the first time over and over. Little did you know... This man does buy some of your merch, he does but...he wants something personal. These items are more centered around your career, and that's fine and all, but he wants stuff that are closer to you as a person. Rummaging through your stuff was easy. You really need more competent bodyguards, darling. That's fine, he'll just play the part as one of them for you. He wants to chuckle at the way you don't notice anything off with him. An expert in his craft after all. Plus, why would you question anyone who's your bodyguard?

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Note

Hey guys I just left college for winter break, so sorry if my daily posts have not been happening. Don't worry about it as I will catch up and I'm working on some special short fics and I will put a poll down if you guys would like a continuous fic and some ideas I've had.

Option 1: You wake up in a bed with no memories and a nun comes in to explain that you had complications with your health that made you lose your memories. You find out you are in a cute small town and everyone there is quite friendly, especially the head priest of the church. However, you start looking into the religion and find that one of the two gods they worshipped looked a whole lot like you. People go missing, you have strange dreams, and everyone seems to be hiding something. There will only be four love interests everyone else in the cult is platonic yanderes for you.

Option 2: You hated this one anime you watch with a long title like "I'm a loser geek and I was reincarnated as the Emperor with a Harem". It's so cliche with multiple gorgeous and talented women (and some men) falling in love with the main character. The main character in question is a painfully average looking with a rotten perverted and entitled personality. Unfortunately, on a plane flight to your home country the plane crashes killing you and everyone on the plane. You wake up in a world that is not your own as...a member of that fucking guy's harem. You refuse to remain in this humiliating spot and begin plotting for the throne. However, some harem members and outsiders begin to fall in love with feisty no nonsense you. Why does the Emperor seem to like you more when you hate his guts?

Option 3: You my darling are a parrot beast man (yes like the Sorcerer of Sand's precious companion) who was sent to Night Raven straight from the Scalding Sands in hopes of being the first in your family to graduate from the prestigious university. Unfortunately, you are not so pleased to be there because evil doesn't come naturally to you (it hurts your stomach and makes you molt like crazy). You are being initiated to Scarabia when a strange human with no magic and the pet flaming weasel catches your eye how fun! Too bad for you, you catch a lot of eyes yourself, including your own dorm mates.

Option 4: You are a regular salaryman until one day you receive news that your grandmother has passed. Her will requires you to take up the family trade to even see a lick of the inheritance. What is the trade? Hunting and killing cryptids, monsters, and any supernatural being that gets too comfortable with humans. Being short on dough makes you accept being trained by your grandmother's butler who served her faithfully (why is he so young?). You seem to have worse luck as some of the creatures you are sent out to hunt gain a dark and dangerous attraction towards you. Was the money worth it.

Round 1 of votes: GO!

[impish-baby]

omg tbh i adore mr saguaro... i think he'd be so encouraging when you talk about your interests!! he'd be so excited if you listened patiently while he talked about cooking

and look at him... big arms to carry and hug you with

he's so underrated

-🩷🍀

Platonic yandere Mr. Saguaro Headcanons - 🍳🍎

🍳 - makes you the yummiest meals you can imagine!! No matter what dietary needs or preferences you have, he can perfectly accommodate meals to fit. Always tries to give you a balanced diet, including sweets!

🍎 - embroiders and makes patches for your clothes.. includes your pokemon and interests to the best of his abilities. Might try to sneak something of his into the design as well, like the stripes of his shirt!

🍳 - best hugs you will ever receive!! Is always so gentle when holding you, you'll feel the safest in his arms. He's so thankful and touched when you initiate affection with him, his heart feels so full when you cuddle into his side while he works.

🍎 - is always worrying about you in the back of his mind, although he tries not to show it externally. You'll end up with extra potions and berries tucked into your backpack, a note telling you to please take care of yourself with a homemade lunch from the teacher. (Has definitely asked Arven to keep an eye on you, he knows you and the boy are close and that Arven can see you more often)

🍳 - passionate about his interests and passionate about yours! Listens with rapt attention even if he's doing something else, Saguaro is absorbing everything you share. (And if you happen to let something slip like another student is bothering you, he's definitely filing that away) It makes his day when you're interested in listening to him, especially if you'd like to help with whatever he's doing.

🍎 - you are his kid..the other students definitely gossip about how close you are, and he does nothing but weakly dismiss any questions. Because he does see you as his child, even though he knows you have a mother at home. You're here at the academy, on your own, you need someone to care for you.

(a/n: I hope these were ok! Saguaro is one of my favorite teachers, along with Hassel and Salvatore)