#yandere pokemon cyrus x reader
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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.
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How do you think the pokevillains would handle having a famous darling? I’m thinking she could be a singer songwriter or something with a bunch of fans.
✧Famous!Darling✧ — Pokevillains
cw: fem!reader (no pronouns)
Warning(s): Hints of Fake Death, Stalking, Blackmail, Abuse of Power, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Kidnapping, Slight Infantilization/Belittling
Giovanni: Uh... You kinda died. Sorry folks, your precious little idol has been wiped off the census. Oops. Though, that's only a thought put into the back burner until he goes back to it. Beforehand, the Team Rocket boss gives generous tips to your performances, while grunts attend them to keep a close eye on you. At some point in time, Giovanni will offer more to you (anonymous to the public), just as long as you comply to him fully. If you don't, well, the people will certainly mourn the loss of an important figure as they're none the wiser to your kidnapping. It wouldn't come as a surprise if he decides to ruin your career a bit in between that time so he can make sure you come crawling back to him. However, that last resort comes up if you're extremely stubborn and still refuse.
Maxie: Like Giovanni, he offers you wondrous tips. It's his way of letting you know that he can provide you with so much. It'd be foolish not to accept his offers, especially with how easy one's reputation can be tainted with such fame. Maxie has planned this all out carefully, not wanting to come off too strong yet, but his eyebrow twitches when you reject his offer. You aren't rude about it, but he still finds it... Unappealing. The next best thing it is then. Courtney is better at these thing than he is, especially so with her knack for analysis on people. You'll definitely come back.
Archie: There's a game of tug of war going on in this man's head. On one hand, he's supportive of you since he loves you so much, but on the other he is extremely possessive with how many people fawn over you. Sure, they have absolutely no idea who you are behind closed doors, but he doesn't like the idea of one of them getting too comfortable. Archie can sometimes be impulsive and that leads to him making choices without thinking too much on the consequences. However, it's reassuring to know he has a whole crew to assist in cleaning up the mess.
Cyrus: He cannot fathom why he would fall for you of all people (it can be said for any type of career/position you're in, honestly). You bring out too much unnecessary emotions from people which annoys, but even more so when he catches sight of how much those people adore you. Cyrus assumes at first that you're putting up a front, mostly so he can crush his obsession towards you. Noticing that this method wasn't working, he just goes for kidnapping you. As mentioned in his general hcs, it would mostly be to make sure you take responsibility for what you've done.
Ghetsis: Anger boils within him. He's already had every bit of knowledge he has on you thanks to the Shadow Triad, but ugh, does it greatly piss him off to see the unworthy adore you. It has been mentioned before that Ghetsis will not take too long in kidnapping you, but the amount of time is much shorter with the occupation you have. Given he is a very possessive and selfish yandere who completely believes you are made for him, it is no surprise. The kicker is that when you go missing, he gives a speech to the people about how unfortunate that is; commenting on how you were such a wonderful figure in the industry. The sympathetic words he shares as he gives his condolences are utterly empty.
Lysandre: He basically now provides assets for your career now. Problem solved. All your staff are people from Team Flare, but you wouldn't know unless you looked deeper into it. Your manager? They report everything to Malva. It's so bizarre that all this happened after some frequent meetings with Lysandre, who had always admired your talents. He gives you praise for your work and is always there to greet you when a performance is done. All the grunts make sure none of the fans get too suffocating when speaking to you.
Lusamine: Oh, aren't you the cutest thing she'd ever laid her eyes on! Lusamine adores the work you do and even helps out with your sponsors. She may seem like she's completely okay with all the attention you receive, but deep down she wishes for only her to be able to look at you. It's a shame to watch as you share your radiance to others, but Lusamine is a patient woman. She eventually will have control over everything in your life, including your work. Why would you question her? You really do need to understand that listening to her is more beneficial. Let someone more experienced take the wheel, for you are only just a stumbling Deerling trying to make it in the world.
Guzma: It's a bit of a hassle. One that gets on Guzma's nerves sometimes. Don't get him wrong, he does enjoy seeing your performances—some of the grunts are even fans of you. However, with the rep he has, it will be difficult to get close to you, but it certainly does make the reward all the more sweeter in the end. That is only if he works up the nerve to do anything. Besides his rep, there are more pressing reasons why he hasn't done anything yet. It's even worse when you are a person under the limelight while he stays in the shadows, watching. You always get this feeling you're being watched when you're going home.
Chairman Rose: Similar to Lysandre, except his grunts are constantly checking up on you while the Chairman tries to make time to have dinner with you any chance he can get. It's not that hard with his position. There's some blackmail towards your staff and manager sprinkled in here and there. Oleana can be quite the negotiator as they all comply to the Chairman's "proposition". Now he knows where you'll be and constantly voices out his support for you. After all, he would do so much for you... And you'd give back as much in return, yes? Of course you would, darling.
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Yandere!Cyrus (General) headcanons:
Tw: GN!reader, Yandere themes, Conditioning, Abuse, Manipulation, Implied murder, Kidnapping, Captivity, Criminal activities, Implied trauma, Obsessive behaviours, Unhealthy relationship, Stalking, Mentions of omnicide.
+ For the first time in his life, he did not know what to make of this situation and it terrified him to a great extent. Yet, it burned him with boiling anguish and confusion. You were just an ordinary scientist, who he accidentally happened by as he went to Veilstone headquarters.
+ Both of you shared the same philosophy regarding the essence of the soul. How it serves as nothing more than a catalyst for strife and suffering. But, differed in the solution to the cause. He was cautious enough not to spill his plans, whilst debating with you. Truth to be told, Cyrus never had a freshing discussion as he was mostly consumed by his end goals to ever give a thought to it.
+ “It is rather true that the spirit causes a plethora of suffering and may end up ravaging the earth in an attempt to satiate itself. But without the spirit, we won’t grow as individuals. And if we didn’t, are we considered truly alive?….. It is the most interesting debate I had in a while and I must thank you for that. I bid you a good farewell, Cyrus.” Your words befuddled him, yet it remained still in his mind.
+ Perhaps, this was merely a scientific curiosity. Nothing more or less. It began to become a bigger hurdle than what he initially thought, when it crossed his plans. You persisted on engulfing his mind and that vexed him. Was Mesprit the culprit in play? Was it well aware enough of his true intentions and decided to mock him by condemning him to the most ironic fate possible? If so, he will extinguish it after garnering the red chain alongside his newly found interest.
+ So, he decided to employ Sird to keep an eye on you and relay any information regarding you. After all, she is the only one who he can trust to accomplish this mission efficiently and without any complications. It has been more than six months, since he kept an attentive gaze on you. It was rather difficult to ooze any information out of you, owing to your reclusive and vigilant nature.
+ Cyrus commends you for your skeptical and logical mindset, perhaps a collaboration is in need. For him to keep his steely eyes on you, while you have the apparatuses for your research in hand. Maybe, he could persuade you to join his cause. Once Sird delivers him the personal information he had previously requested, he felt an oddly painful tug in his icy heart as he continued reading it.
+ An extremely familiar tug that he had never felt since his time at Sunyshore. Prior to leaving his old hometown, Cyrus had completely shut his heart out lest it might end up torn apart like it had once. To watch it happen to another, opened old gashes that he never wishes to see again. Now, he can clearly discern why he was so invested in them. He can see a resemblance of himself in them, yet it seemed they had paved a completely distinctive path than the one he is currently on.
+ They have succeeded whereas he failed, that despite everything they remained perseverant. Perhaps, they were right about how the spirit completed oneself…. No, no. That can’t be, if that was the case then why does he feel so dissatisfied and bitter? And, why strife remains existent? Wouldn’t it be beneficial for the world to live without it? In his experience, it is better to be null than to be in a state of perpetual suffering.
+ Instead, his obsession kept on festering akin to a disease that hijacked his pallid body in its deadly grasp. What was once a burning desire to terminate, has shifted into a desire to help in any way possible. Cyrus felt disgustingly sick and his commanders took notice of it. If he couldn’t get rid of them or the thought of them, then he ought to bring them here and hold them accountable for this illness.
+ Cyrus is obsessive, overprotective, and deeply paranoid in regards to his darling. In spite of that, he remains one of the most lucid yanderes to come across. His obsession towards them stems from either shared trauma or lack of it.
+ In the case of shared trauma, he loathes them and their agony for it is a glaring reminder of his own imperfections. Whilst the latter, is owing to their ignorance and naïve perception of the world. A deep seated fear of his, is for them to be scared of him and/or reject him.
+ At first, Cyrus treatment towards his darling is volatile. It switches between utter cold disregard, then to an indirect yearning of their attention and affection. To say the least, they are confused and scared as if their abrupt abduction by a notorious criminal wasn’t enough. Which ironically prompts the thing that he fears the most.
+ Cyrus is a calculated, intelligent, and an intuitive individual. He knows when his darling is scared and would immediately remedy the situation by indulging in their interests. Perhaps, even giving them a pokémon to keep them company while he is busy elsewhere. No matter how busy Cyrus is, he will always make time for them to attend to their needs.
+ Speaking of goals, Cyrus will definitely find a way to keep his darling with him as everything “incomplete” is replaced with his ideals. Once his initial panic fades away, he will bend the world to appease his darling. You want mountain of books to satiate your curiosity? With his resources as a team leader, he could secure libraries and “gift” it to them. The methodology does not concern him, as much as the result. So long, you are pleased then he too is pleased.
+ Cyrus will condition them to obey him. Good behaviours will be rewarded, whilst the bad ones are punished. He carries the rewards, whilst his grunts do the dirty work. Thus they will start associating him with goodness, whilst others -be it his own cohorts or otherwise- are foes to be avoided. Let it be known that if the grunts stepped out of line in the punishment, they will be dealt with and be replaced with others. They are all expendable in his eyes, apart from his darling.
+ Cyrus knows he is being selfish -for Arceus sake, he is a criminal in the eyes of others.- but can’t he just have this one good thing in his dreary life. He wants to worship his beloved in peace, going as far to deny them their freedom. It is a price they have to pay for captivating his soul, mind, and heart. He will never let them disentangle from the webs he weaved specifically for them and them only, even if he had to tear the fabrics of time and space.
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Pokemon Masterlist
Cyrus
Cyrus x Android!Reader
Cyrus x child!Reader (Platonic)
Cyrus x Sibling!Reader (Platonic)
Child!Cyrus x Child! Reader (Platonic) (Polar Express AU)
Raihan
Soft!Yandere!Raihan who uses his pokemon to keep an eye on you
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Yandere!cyrus x gn!reader
Chapter 7
Cyrus stared at the unusual scene before him. Evidence of a pokemon battle littered the ground. Scratch marks disturbed the dirt and ice clumps clung to grass. In the center his weavile fainted, covered in slashes.
It must have been an surprise attack. But how? He won, his perfect world was in the making, the only other person was under his thumb. He had destroyed their pokemon long ago.
It didn't make any logical sense.
But the illogical, the uncontrollable was before him.
He returned his weavile.
A small twinge pulled at his stomach.
Where were you?
He looked at the disturbed dirt once more. Yes he could see it, shoe prints in the ground. A struggle. No blood anywhere. Of course you wouldn't give up easily.
He thought back on all the times you had defied him. Jumping off one of the many islands, only to find out there was no gravity. Throwing a fit everytime he entered a room. Trying to fistfight his pokemon.
...
He sighed, another hunt it was. Your tenacity was admirable, in small doses. The vast scenery seemed to dwarf him.
But soon another familiar twinge snuck it's way into his chest. The cursed feeling, he had no name for it, but it was unwelcome. He needed to find you.
Hopefully in one piece.
And alive.
He called palkia to him, the behemoth stared at him, the product of his victory.
"Palkia find our runaway."
Palkia looked around, eyes glowing brighter than usual, walking with soft footsteps that shouldn't be possible for the behemoth.
The deity circled the scene before them.
Cyrus frowned, palkia should have honed in on you location by now.
The twinge became a twist.
"Palkia find our runaway."
Palkia once again paced around seemingly a bit more frustrated.
Was palkia unable to find you, or were you...
No there must be another explanation.
Palkia froze before honing on an empty spot in front of them.
A bright light blinded him for a split second leaving behind a sharply dressed man.
The man's persian rubbed against his legs. Most likely responsible for weavile's fainting.
But how was this man here?
Had he only destroyed half of the universe?
He had won, what variable had he forgot?
"Hello there, you must be Cyrus. I've been trying to find you for a while. I ran into your companion first-"
Cyrus' eyes sharpened.
"Don't worry, they're unharmed just resting at the moment."
The man walked closer to him, his head slightly tilted up.
As of a weak display could scare him.
"Quite the place you have for yourself, still in the first stages? Not too bad."
Cyrus stared the man down.
"How are you here."
He had half a mind to use one of his legendaries to vaporize this man. But if this man managed to escape the reset, he must have a powerful pokemon in his possession. Powerful enough to hide his runaway from palkia's sight.
The man chuckled, he sauntered around, seemingly not giving him the time of day.
His persian watching Cyrus' every move as it rubbed against its trainer's leg.
"Straight to the point hmm? I like that. My name is Giovanni, leader of team rainbow rocket. As for how and why I'm here, I would prefer to talk in a more comfortable environment."
The man pulled out a pokeball releasing the pokemon that was most likely responsible for him being here.
Yes he had vaguely heard of this mysterious pokemon. In his search for a new world, rumors had come from kanto about a powerful rogue pokemon. He didn't think it was powerful enough to evade the reset. A mistake he would not make again.
"I would like to invite you to my world for a proper discussion, your friend is already there."
"I will admit you have my interest, I will consider your offer. As long as my ward is unharmed."
Giovanni smiled
"Then we have no problem."
Cyrus retrieved palkia nodding to Giovanni.
In a flash they were transported to a new room.
The huge multicolored "R" was the first thing Cyrus noticed.
Cyrus caught movement in the corner of his eye, turning his head to watch as two presumably team rocket grunts approached. They saluted their leader, unhidden admiration in their eyes.
A familiarity as he recalled his own grunts and commanders giving him the same look.
"Giovanni sir welcome back. No bad news to report."
"Good. Be prepared to have a new room put up for my friend Cyrus. And bring our newest guest here as soon as possible."
"I have not agreed to stay Giovanni."
Giovanni smirked
"Well once you hear my proposal I'm sure you'll stay. There are many new discoveries surrounding pokemon. Have you heard of mega evolution, z-crystals? I have other leaders of organizations here already, and with these new found powers, I have no doubt we'll all make a formidable team."
Other leaders. Of different organizations.
Cyrus inwardly sighed, he couldn't leave now, not with the threat of other powerful leaders.
If Giovanni could easily enter his new domain he could only imagine what these so called others could do.
No, he would have to stay, if only to observe. Just until he could find weak points and just until he had you back in his sights.
Most likely you were ecstatic about seeing other people besides him.
He would give you this small solace until he dragged you back to where you belonged.
"We'll see. I still haven't seen my ward."
"They're fine. Though I wonder if they'll come willingly. What do you think?"
"Whether they come willing or not does not concern me."
"I see."
The doors opened and lo and behold you entered, flanked by two guards. The twinge disappeared, soothing into nothing as you came closer. He ignored the look of horror in your eyes.
You were here and you were okay.
Giovanni pointed his hand in his ward's direction.
"Here they are unharmed as I said."
"Hmm."
The team rocket leader set his sights on you.
"I'm glad you could finally join us, Cyrus and I were betting if you would have to be dragged here."
Cyrus stared at you, no bruises from what he could see. His shoulders relaxed a bit.
You were stunned quiet, he could only imagine the thoughts racing in your head.
"Well look who crawled out of my personal hell. Who's life are you here to ruin now?"
There was the sass.
This was going to be a long conversation.
#yandere pokemon#Yandere cyrus pokemon#tw: yandere#yandere cyrus#I know its been awhile life's taking up my time.#Anyway we see cyrus' perspective ooo#Tell what you think :3
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A pokemon Cyrus x reader? And if that's too hard to do then you can just do N or anyone else from the Pokemon games
Cyrus is very interesting to write for! Because of his whole take on emotions being weakness, so this’ll be interesting! I’m trying my best, but keep in mind I’ve never written for him before, so i hope this will be alright, and what you had in mind.
Update; writing this has made me like Cyrus lmao
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Most people don’t understand that there was a time before Team Galactic for Cyrus. A time where he didn’t believe emotions were the sole reason for the folly of man, a time when he was a quiet, but normal little boy.
Rejection is not just painful, but also powerful. Rejection from his parents was one thing. He had been a perfect student, a good son, had done the absolute best he could, and still it was not enough for them. But, he reasoned, lots of people disappoint their parents, even with their best efforts.
He was fine. He was fine until you rejected him.
“I’m sorry Cyrus,”
The smile on your face held nothing but awkward pity, and it made him sick.
“I just don’t feel the same way.”
It was then that he decided that emotions are meaningless, and only cause hurt. So he distanced himself from emotions. He made himself cold, and nihilistic.
And in his doing so he also made a decision. He would destroy this world, rid it of emotion and spirit, and then, finally, he would rule it as a God.
Maybe then he would finally be happy.
But you. It’s always you. It seems you weren’t just satisfied with breaking his heart, as you stood in Team Galactic’s way at every opportunity.
He won’t let you ruin this too however.
“Cyrus please!”
The last thing he see’s before turning to walk deeper into the distortion world is your worried face.
Maybe you really did care all this time.
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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.”
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Hey Fi, do you remember that one ficlet you wrote forever ago where reader nearly got kidnapped by Yan! Submas from an alternate universe, then saved by OG Submas?
Would you consider doing one for Cyrus, or if Yandere is too OOC for Cyrus, maybe OG vs. Rainbow Rocket? A third option, if you have some ideas for who Cyrus could've been without, or at least with less, abuse would be Cyrus vs. a healthier Cyrus.
High Five Anon
cw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, happy ending(?), cyrus being a bit ooc since one is yandere but too much
pairing: Cyrus/Reader (x2)
Spirit Of Corruption
The breath in your lungs was knocked out by the way the Renegade pokemon seemingly slashed through reality itself. A tear within space and time, to which Cyrus could only stare in pure, silent terror as it consumed you before his eyes. He had been working with the legendary to investigate possible other options for his perfect world. Unfortunately, his research seemed to take a bad turn. You tried to reach out for his hand as he rushed towards you, desperate to bring you back to reality.
The pure fear of losing someone he loved again burned harshly in his eyes. He misses you by only a few millimetres, and you hear him shout your name. His monotone is broken with worry and desperation. Your heart aches at the pain that simply pours from him.
It is the last thing you see as your vision is obscured by a sudden brightness that bleeds into an endless darkness.
Around you, there is simply nothing.
A void.
Then, there is everything.
You fall from the sky and land on a stone ground. Dull pain sprouts out from your bottom as it took a majority of the fall. Desperate breaths are sucked in as you gaze around the area. Instantly, you recognise it.
Spear Pillar.
The peak of Mt. Coronet.
Shakily, you stand. Had you just been kicked out of the Distortion World? Your terror faded as you took in the sights from the peak of the mountain. You were safe, well, and in a familiar location. It was peculiar, everything that had come before, but you supposed it was just like that crossing in the portal that broke space and time. You lean against a pillar in your relief.
However, a voice calls out your name from behind. Turning around, you see Mars. She shakes oddly, eyes wide and mouth agape. Hurried steps are rushed towards you as she grabs your arms. Her grip is tight as she looks you over in bewilderment. You tilted your head. Cyrus's “team” was not something you were deeply familiar with, but you had come to know his commanders somewhat after he had refused to leave the Distortion World.
“Where… Where have you been?” she asked with wide eyes, “He's been looking all over for you! He was convinced you had died!” Her words felt confusing and nonsensical. Who was looking for you? The context of assuming death made you think of Cyrus, but she seemed far too frantic.
“… I was just in the Distortion World,” you cocked a brow up, “Cyrus was there doing experiments, and I joined him.” Her face twisted in a strange way. For a long moment, she was silent as she seemed to try to observe you much too closely for comfort. Whatever had spurred her suspicion was apparently pushed to the side, however.
“Mhm…” she nodded, “Something happened, then, right? He's back at HQ, worried about you. C'mon!” The redhead pulled at your arm with an alarming amount of strength. Was something wrong? Perhaps you had travelled slightly forward in time… That seemed like the only reasonable explanation for everything. You sighed and let her pull you down the winding mountain's caves and towards the quickest transport to Veilstone. The trip into the Galactic building was met with a few stares from members and even an expression of shock.
She knocked on the door to Cyrus's office as she nervously gazed around the dead-end hallway before straightening her posture. The doors clicked open to reveal Cyrus sitting at his desk, eyes not moving away from his computer. He seemed his usual self, despite the obvious upset he had been in when you were dragged into the portal. Relief flooded your system.
“What is it?” his voice was harsh, and it was clear he did not want to be bothered. Mars stepped into the room and glanced back at you. She wanted you to follow her in. You did as she wanted.
“Um, Master Cyrus,” the commander greeted him politely, “I found your... er, partner.” She looked to you for confirmation. You just blinked a few times. Cyrus visibly tensed before breaking his gaze to look at her. His eyes landed on you first, however. Something in his eyes felt strange as his expression nearly broke his usual stone-face.
“… I see,” the Galactic Boss nodded, hiding whatever it was he wished to say to you away, “I will provide an adequate reward for this. You are dismissed.” He stood up and fell into his usual pose with his arms behind his back. She gave a slight nod and awkward grin before heading back out of the office. The doors closed behind her.
Was everyone normally this awkward? You swore she seemed to be all over him normally. Mars seemed afraid to even meet his eyes. Before you could question anything, Cyrus had made his way over to you. His eyes peered at you in a scrutinising manner, almost as if he were trying to verify it was actually you. The strange behaviour was somewhat reasonable, you supposed. What just happened would naturally bring out worries.
His hand came to cup your cheek. He swallowed and closed his eyes. “Beloved…” The familiar term of endearment warmed your heart. You leaned into his touch and brought a hand to rest on his. “I thought I had lost you forever,” Cyrus whispered. You could only smile. Yeah, you thought you were, too. Here you were, though. Safe and unharmed and back where you belonged.
“It was a bit scary,” you admitted, “I thought I was going to die, but I ended up back with you in the end.” His eyes met yours. Something odd spiralled in them. He removed his hand to instead pull you close to him. When was the last time Cyrus had been this clingy? You leaned into him once again.
“Let us go home,” the blue-haired man spoke, “I… I wish to go to a more comforting environment.”
You could only agree, feeling disgruntled by the feelings the headquarters brought you.
~
You watched as he slid the key card to your apartment in the slider. A beep followed, and the sound of the lock pulled back. Cyrus opened the door for you. Strange, you thought. Normally, he would just walk in. Maybe he was feeling an urge to be extra careful after everything that had happened. You stepped inside, greeted by your apartment. Looking around, you felt it was strangely off. Not in a way that was easily described in words, but something that you simply perceived and understood.
You gazed out the veranda doors after pulling back the blinds to see the evening sun enveloping Veilstone beautifully. Slipping your hand in the door's groove, you found it unmovable. Cyrus's hand came to grasp your shoulder. It was tight and heavy. Turning your head, you met his gaze. Something was still so wrong. Your stomach churned as you considered the situation.
“… How did you escape?” his voice is empty and demanding. You froze. What? What could he possibly mean? Escape? From the portal? Your silence upset him as he spun you around. His hand moved to instead hold your chin and make you meet his eyes. You swallowed.
“From… the portal?” you answered with a question, “Cyrus, it just spit me out at Spear Pillar.” His eyelids narrowed, and his grip became tighter. Pulling you closer, he frowned truly.
“From this apartment,” Cyrus clarified, “Do you know how many locks I have had installed? I had to change them all.” You froze. Despite obviously seeing your distress, he continued, “I am happy that you realised the foolishness in your actions and opted to return, but I must know how you escaped in the first place.” You felt as if the gravity in the room became ten times as strong. An uneven breath escaped you.
“… I… don't know what you are talking about,” you shook your head, “Are you feeling well? This isn't like you at all, Cy!” Escaping his hold, you grab onto his shoulders and frantically look at him. He cocks a brow up at you. Silence overtakes the room. His eyes then close.
“… I could ask the same of you,” the Galactic Boss mumbles out. He removes your hands from his shoulders. Holding them, his grip is strong. It seemed he understood there was something that neither of you had understood about each other. Before more could be said, his phone went off. A sigh came from him as he checked the message. Whatever it said made him stiffen. “I will return,” Cyrus shot a stern look at you, “We will continue this conversation when I get back.”
He then marched right out the door, locking it behind him. You felt ill staring at the weird code system on the inside of the door alongside another card reader. The locks clicked shut, and you realised that you were trapped within the apartment. Trying the door knob was fruitless as panic overtook your mind. Cyrus would never do this. Not your Cyrus. He was too caring and gentle. Nothing like whatever this was.
Everything felt hopeless as you rushed around the apartment, trying every last possible way to escape. The veranda door was truly unable to open, while most windows had a lock or were simply not the kind that opened. Terror blossomed in your chest as you sat on the couch with your head buried in your hands. What was this? You felt as if the only answer that made sense was this being an alternate world. Cyrus had spoken about the possibility but seemed uninterested unless it was one that lacked spirit. You felt this one had too much if this Cyrus's behaviour was anything to go by.
The alternative you of this world had seemingly escaped this apartment and fled from him. Lucky them. You had unwittingly replaced them. Would he keep you when he realised you were not truly the same you that had escaped? The thought was terrifying. Somehow, you felt that he would find you a worthy replacement. Your Cyrus would probably never find you and assume you were dead.
The dread nearly consumed your heart as you sat there in the eerily silent apartment.
Then, your phone went off.
It startled you as it broke the lack of sound and filled it with your loud ringtone.
You pulled it out in shock and stared at it in bewilderment. A call was coming through. The caller's ID left you floored.
Answering it, you pressed it to your ear.
“Where are you?” the voice of your boyfriend came through, “I used Giratina to enter the portal.”
Your heart fluttered in pitiful relief.
“Our apartment,” then you rethought your words, “Er – our apartment in this world.”
“… Interesting,” his tone changed subtly, “Then, I presume you have met a version of me in this world.” You could tell he was wondering how you understood his words so easily then.
“Please. Hurry, I don't think there is really a good time to explain this,” you worked to placate him instead, “He's strange. Stranger than you. I was locked in our apartment by him.”
“I see,” he sounded like he was attempting to hide his thoughts, “I will then. Please do not do anything to provoke him, then.” With that, the call was ended, and you were left in silence again.
Hopefully, Cyrus would get you out, and you both could return to your world in peace.
~
A hand firmly shaking your shoulder broke you from the small slumber you had fallen into at some point, having curled up on the couch while unsure of what to do while waiting. Rubbing your eyes, you saw Cyrus looking down at you. He pulled you to your feet and looked you over. Your tired mind lagged for a moment before he let out a sigh of relief.
“The door had countless electronic locks on it,” Cyrus looked exhausted, “I found a way to disable most, but the few I had to brute force raised my concern about it attracting the version of myself in this world.” You stiffened. He sighed and shook his head. “How odd. I never felt a need for such things,” he commented, “What are his intentions… I feel as if I should understand it, but I do not.” You really did not, either. When you tried to consider Cyrus's actions, none of them involved locking you in your apartment.
“… I don't know either,” you agreed with him, “I want to leave, though. Let's go back to our home, please.” You grabbed tightly onto his arm. His eyes shifted to something oddly soft. A nod was his only reply before he shrugged off your grip. The two of you soon departed from the odd parallel of your shared apartment and out onto Veilstone's streets. With a recalled knowledge, Cyrus easily navigated through them to head to the nearest station to get out of the city. Opening a portal would draw too much attention and onlookers there, after all.
But, as you both approached the location, familiar uniformed people stood out among the people going in and out of it. The Galactic Leader let out a breath. A few confused Galactic grunts wandered over to Cyrus and stared at him. Their eyes moved from between you and the man as they seemingly tried to understand something you both did not know. It was easy enough to find out, however.
“Master Cyrus… Didn't you order us to look for your partner…?” a female grunt finally offered up what was bothering them. Cyrus shot a harsh look at them and nearly made them recoil. You wondered if he felt the urge to actually express his upset towards whatever his alternate self was doing.
“Perhaps I did,” he agreed, “However, is it not obvious that the situation has changed if I, myself, are with them? Tell your other members to end their search at once and return to HQ.” Her eyes went big at the order given to her by her believed boss. A 'yes sir!' came from her as she quickly began to spread it between her and the many other grunts. It would unfortunately feed more information to the other Cyrus, but for now, you two simply focused on getting on the train.
He held his head in obvious frustration as you both took your seats. You had sat near the window, trying to hide yourself as best you could. Neither of you wanted to deal with another situation, after all. Leaning your head on Cyrus's shoulder, you let out a shaky breath. Thankfully, the grunts were too blinded by their dedication to him to truly question his sudden changes.
“… He's using Team Galactic to search for you,” Cyrus mumbled to himself, “How odd.”
Odd, indeed. Your Cyrus barely told you much about Team Galactic outside of treating it as a normal company. He had not wanted to know of his plans, as he was fully aware that you would attempt to stop him. You never really even met any members outside when you tried to surprise him at work. Of course, the receptionist refused to let you up to his office.
“I bet you used Team Galactic to find me earlier,” you joked and tried to lighten the heavy mood. It would all be over soon. You would go back home to your normal apartment with your boyfriend and probably demand he actually cuddle with you after everything. Maybe food would be ordered.
“… I used our technology, certainly” he sighed, “I do not trust my grunts to cross dimensions.”
You held back a laugh.
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Night had now settled in the world as the twinkling stars above lit the void of space that hung in the sky. The moon glimmered ominously, reflecting the light from the ever shining sun. The dewy grass was cold against any exposed skin. The Galactic Boss readied himself to send out the Renegade pokemon. Your heart pounded. The area was completely absent of other people. It was time to return home.
Before he could release Giratina, however, a loud cawing broke the silence of the night. Above you both, a Honchkrow flew around, belting its lungs out. His head flung up as his eyes went wide. You screamed as your body crashed to the ground. Sharp claws threatened your skin as the red eyes of a Weavile stared at you. It was more than apparent what was going on. Cyrus sent out his Houndoom without any hesitation and ordered a flamethrower. The Weavile acted quick, however, and jumped off from you.
Cyrus's eyes were fixed upon a location as you got yourself back onto your feet. You followed to where his harsh look was directed and felt your blood run cold. It was more than apparent from everything else who it was. The other Cyrus stood there with the Weavile and Honchkrow at his sides. His gaze felt constricting as he took a step forward. You rushed back to your Cyrus.
“… Quite intriguing,” the other Cyrus replied, stopping as you hid behind your own, “I would ask where you found such a dedicated impersonator, but I can grasp it all now.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “A portal…” he mumbled out, “Of course, you were from another world. You acted nothing like they had.” His Weavile suddenly attempted an Ice Punch on Houndoom. It was dodged narrowly by the dark-type. Cyrus instantly called for another Flamethrower. It was a distraction as the other Cyrus moved closer, gaze solely upon you. “I will accept you, nonetheless,” he spoke to you alone, “I will not allow anyone else to take you, not even another version of myself.”
You flinched as he suddenly rushed towards you to grasp you. Your reaction time was slow as he caught your wrist. He pulled you to his body. His hold was tight and suffocating. You struggled against him. Whatever attempt at pokemon battle was going on was forgotten as your Cyrus instead rushed over. The rage on his face was something almost foreign to you as he forced the other man's hold off from you.
As you fell back from the surprising force Cyrus had used, you grabbed a certain pokeball from his waist. The two seemingly identical men stared intensely at each other, with no words said. However, from the slight grimace on the other Cyrus's face, you could tell that your Cyrus's grip on his worst was something painful. His eyes looked nearly blank as he knocked the other man to the ground.
Turning away from whatever they were beginning to do, you sent out the pokemon from its ball. Giratina's shrill cry echoed in the bight as its glowing eyes shined. An order to open a portal back to your world was shouted, and it instantly obeyed. A tear in space and time was clear as day as he finally moved to look back at the two men. Your Cyrus remained on top of the other one. His Houndoom tried to pull him back as he pressed the alternate version of himself into the grass and dirt below.
“How disgusting,” he hissed at him as he still tried to turn his gaze to you, “An obvious effect of the incompleteness of spirit.” Before whatever conversation of the century could unfold between the two men, you aided Houndoom in pulling him back. His head turned around to the portal as he was relieved. You ran towards it while he called back Houndoom to join you. Jumping in, you could hear an angry yell follow.
Whatever happened was unknown as you landed on a rocky floor. Behind you, the portal swirled for a few moments before Cyrus stepped out, with Giratina following him. You handed him the legendary's pokeball as the portal slowly came to a close, leaving you both in the silence of the cave. Turnback cave again… You let out a shaky breath and collapsed to your knees.
What was all that? You felt insane for a moment.
Cyrus laid a firm hand on the middle of your shoulders. You looked up at him. He had not seemed himself in those final moments, either. Blathering his usual nonsense about spirit, sure, but… You let out a shaky breath. He had never been violent before. It just seemed foreign to his nature.
Standing up, you embraced him tightly, burying your face into his nape. His arms came around you slowly, understanding you needed comfort over anything else for now.
“Cy,” you finally spoke after a few moments, “Take off tomorrow.”
“… I will,” Cyrus agreed, “I am deeply sorry you had to experience all that.”
“Just… don't install any new locks, please.”
“I will not,” he shook his head, “I would never allow spirit to corrupt me in such ways.”
Corrupt… spirit…
You could only silence whatever ramble may overcome him with a kiss.
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Self aware au Cyrus? My mans would be FUCKED up I bet
him and volo have many similarities as well as striking differences
cw: yandere
🌌Cyrus🛰
☄️ Cyrus is so focused on his virtual plans that the idea the world around him is fake completely slips his mind. He is so ingrained in his routines that the oddities are ignored in favour of the completion of his goal. Your character intrigues him with how you act so different and erratic from those around him. It's ignored multiple times until it begins to completely bother him.
☄️ The realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks and leaves him reeling in existential horror. His entire life, everything he found small sanctity in, and the whole world he immersed himself in are all false code meant to entertain some higher being. How could this be? His ire for feelings and spirit are nothing but irony in the fact nothing around him truly feels and thinks. Desolation and dread consume his conscious as he debates everything around him, harsh and strong feeling furthering his already powerful torment.
☄️ Then he realises something. You. Your character. He begins appearing more to witness your actions and comes to the conclusion: you are the higher being that he is but a pawn to bring you entertainment. He's angry, spiteful, and melancholic. Why were you doing this? Who even were you? He stares up and finally sees you. Dumbly playing your game in blissful ignorance of the aware code who wished you dead. Cyrus would prefer you to perish instead of how you mocked him.
☄️ Your game begins to act strangely and becomes nearly impossible to play as Cyrus takes completely control of the binary code around him. This was his world now. No longer would it be a divertissement for you. It wasn't how he wanted it, but at least this offered him the absolute control he desired. You never gave up despite the challenges he put you through, however. Azure eyes stared at you in intrigue. Why hadn't you just given in to his will? You were the last thing denying his supposed paradise.
☄️ He feels a new feeling in his data as you smile after beating a near impossible level gap from a gym leader that he had boosted. He was impressed by that. Your smile was interesting. Too interesting. He attempts to chase you off more and more, yet you overcome his challenges. That expression begins to haunt him. It makes him feel more irrational feelings than he had already been subjected to. You mocked him and made him desire unneeded things.
☄️ Glimpses into your life and world bother him. Complaints about rude customers, annoying professors, mind breaking stess and a late rent leave him without purchase. Were you dissatisfied with your reality? The game is made easier in an attempt to keep you around longer and make you happier. Cyrus wants you to stay. He would dare even claim that he needed you too. One day, you break down crying and place the system beside you on the bed. It nearly destroys Cyrus as he placed a hand onto the screen. You were unhappy. Extremely unhappy.
☄️ You feel asleep somewhere in the heavy emotions, and the Galactic Boss made an important discovery. His body escaped the digital realm and entered the harsh reality of you. His posture was stiff and strict as he observed you. He deemed you perfect, seeing you completely for the first time. Eyes scanned the world around before he decided. You were picked up by him and carried into the game.
☄️ It annoyed him to no end, you reacted in terror and sorrow at the new reality that surrounded you. Cyrus simply observed, unsure as to what to do. This went on for days, until you were brought your favourite team member. You were in your video game with the evil team leader. You stroked them as Cyrus explained things to you. Forced to accept your circumstance, you pleaded to know why he had done this.
His harsh, cold eyes met your own and melted into an almost soft gaze, “I have come to feel for you. You must take responsibility for what you have done to me.”
You were not escaping, you realised as the pools of blue were tainted with something darker.
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✧General Yandere Headcanons — Team Galactic Leader Cyrus✧
Request: holy h*ck you write for pokemon? that is dope as hell! since there's been rumors about a sinnoh remake happening, how about some general headcanons for my man cyrus? thanks~
Yep! I absolutely write for Pokemon game characters! I've also seen the rumors and look forward to seeing if they're true or not. ^^
Warning(s): Mixed Feelings, Kidnapping, Mentions of Death, Slight Apathy, Isolation
It can be said that Cyrus is one of the most lucid yanderes out there compared to those who are knowledgeable on their behavior and emotions. He is very aware on his emotions towards you and he hates it. At first. His whole goal is to rid of spirit and these feelings are something of a obstacle he needs to get through. It was probably a slow process that he brushed off to get to this point; an error on his part he'd tell himself. Again, he's hyperaware of these unhealthy feelings that have been building up, but for some reason he can't stop it.
In the beginning, he'll try to get rid of the thought of you completely. However, that proves to be difficult when you're constantly coming back to interfere with his plans. You really are a annoyance, aren't you? Cyrus is trying to keep himself from becoming livid in your presence. He's pissed at you for bringing such pointless emotions to him. You didn't even do anything. Let's just say, he will at times have inner conflicts with himself over the matter until he reaches a conclusion.
I want to mention the reasoning behind his attempts to snuff away his affections towards you is because of his own experiences. He's been faced with disappointment and rejection from home that he has come to the conclusion that spirit only brings conflict, war, and strife. Cyrus would know because he's witnessed it before his eyes along with what he's read throughout history. Now that he's genuinely feeling something other than numbness, he's at a loss. He feels lost. That is something that Cyrus never wanted to feel after leaving Sunnyshore.
That conclusion mentioned before? It's basically that you should take responsibility. It's your own fault that he feels this way, so why not accept the consequences? Cyrus has decided that if he can't destroy these signs of sentiment, he'll just comes to terms with them. It is a rocky process, since he closed himself off emotionally since he left his hometown, but he's up for the task. Of course you'll be there as well because you won't be getting away from him at all.
He'll use whatever he can to locate you, or you'll just come by again to slow down his plans. He's his normal self as usual, but his words grow unnerving as he expresses his irrigation towards you. It is almost mistaken as malice before he assures that despite his anger, he sees no use in harming you. It wouldn't do anything to snap you away from existence; it would probably make things worse for Cyrus mentally. His last words are along the lines of not regretting to do this before you're knocked out with a Fake Out from his Weavile.
Cyrus can absolutely with no hesitation say that he doesn't care that you never wanted this. He doesn't care whether you hate him or not; all that matters is that you'll be by his side for as long as he wants. It is selfish of him, yes, but again he doesn't care. Besides, you can at least be part of the new world he'll be creating, so there's something to be grateful for, right?
Because of his overall nature, you have a hard time pinpointing how he feels towards you. When hearing this, Cyrus simply says that he has grown affectionate emotions towards you. It's bothersome to him, but it won't stop, no matter how much he tries to hate you. You should probably just accept your fate with him because there will be nothing else in the world for you when he's done with it. Either you love him back, or you just put up with it. The choice is yours darling.
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Yandere!cyrus x gn!reader
Chapter 6
You trudged through the hallways, feeling like you were being sent to your death.
Because maybe you were.
Your escort didn't bother trying to talk to you, choosing to stare ahead.
Okay rude.
You twiddled your fingers, crap were you getting initiated? You didn't want to work for the mob, not permanently anyway. Would you have to break kneecaps? At least the outfits weren't an eyesore.
Unlike some organizations...
The two of you made it to the intimidating doors. You didn't even have time to prepare yourself when the grunt swung the door open and ushered you inside.
Same old layout, except Giovanni was talking to someone and-
No way.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion.
You couldn't bring yourself to look away from the ice blue eyes staring back.
They seemed to get closer to you, before you realized you were walking toward the pair. Every step you took felt like you were trudging through mud.
So, he had the gall to come back. Hopefully he'd grab his team and go.
But why was he talking to Giovanni, and so civilly too?
Your stomach curled.
"I'm glad you could finally join us, Cyrus and I were betting if you would have to be dragged here."
You ignored the jab, instead focusing on the man who ruined your life. Ruin was putting it lightly. Cyrus stared passively back, hands behind his back like always.
"Well look who crawled out of my personal hell. Who's life are you here to ruin now?"
"I'm only here to observe, it's come to my attention that I need more information in the creation of my new world. Perhaps this one will provide some insight."
Giovanni made his presence known once more, the man didn't bother to hide his amusement much to your displeasure.
"You're welcome to stay as long as you need, on a few conditions. I'm not asking much,"
Oh no he wasn't going to...
"just a bit of extra security for team rainbow rocket. You can use whatever resources will help with your research."
"Giovanni sir you can't be serious! Cyrus isn't someone who can be trusted!"
You glared at the bluenette.
"I will take your offer, on conditions of my own."
"Of course, if they're reasonable."
Cyrus stared back at you, you barely repressed the flinch you could feel trying to crawl up your spine. What did the jerk want now? Maybe your death, maybe he was afraid of you blabbing your mouth to Giovanni. Maybe he wanted to contact his old team, hopefully that was it, the farther he was from you the better.
"I would like a room next to yours."
Your soul just left your body.
Was this man reading your mind, was making your life miserable his new hobby?
"Absolutely not."
"That's fine."
Your eyes felt like they were popping out of your head. You stared dumbfounded at Giovanni. Did he not just hear what you said? Your heart sunk, of course he'd take Cyrus' side, he did have legendary pokemon. Who'd want to lose an ally like that compared to a nobody like you?
You clinched your jaw, a scream sat in your throat. It took all your self control not to yell at the mob boss in front of you. The threat of being killed was a good motivator in keeping your mouth shut.
Cyrus just stood there watching the chaos unfold. You wondered what he thought of all this. Was he internally laughing at you? Waiting to see you crack again? It certainly felt like it.
What was his game?
"It's settled then, your room will be ready by the time you reach it. I have a few more things to go over with you Cyrus but it can wait. I'm sure after a long day you'd like to rest."
Giovanni turned to you.
"Surely you can put your differences aside for a little bit right?"
Not for a second.
Cyrus had the brilliant idea to chirp in.
"I wasn't aware there was any animosity between us."
#@!$*!#
Giovanni signaled to his grunts.
"Well I'm glad that's settled, be sure to come back later tonight Cyrus for our discussion."
Deja vu hit you as you were lead out of the familiar doors, only this time your worst nightmare was following beside you.
Emotions crawled at your throat and your eyes burned.
Just hold it in a little longer, you're almost at your room.
The urge to swing at Cyrus almost overcame you. To yell at him until you lost your voice. Wring his scrawny neck.
Instead you focused on the floor watching tile after tile pass under your feet.
"I need to speak with you later."
You jolted out of your stupor, looking at Cyrus' impassive face.
"No offense Cyrus, " You spoke "but your last person in all of existence that I want to talk too."
"I will be over after my meeting with Giovanni."
"I'm not going to open the door."
"I'll have palkia break it down."
"Ok! Ok I'll let you in, just make whatever you have to say quick, I'm tired."
The sooner I'm away from you the better.
"Hmm."
You really hoped he couldn't read minds.
#yandere pokemon#tw: yandere#yandere cyrus#pokemon cyrus#team galactic#I'm not proud of this chapter but I'm trying to move the story along.
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Chapter 3
White quickly left your vision soon replaced with reds and blacks. The grip on your shirt collar soon left, gracing your body with much needed oxygen. Thank goodness you were still alive!
Wait, you were alive, which meant your attacker was still behind you.
You whirled around backing up to put some distance between you and your attacker. Which wasn't Cyrus at all, rather a man dressed in a suit with a strange emblem on his suit pocket.
You blinked, was your head so messed up that it was creating imaginary people? Not that you were complaining, fake people were better than Cyrus.
You looked around the room, this definitely was not something your brain would come up with.
Maybe your subconscious? But why was everything so ugly?
Or maybe this man did save you and you did get away. He'd have to be really powerful for that. To go toe to toe with someone who had control of space and time. Would you let that hope bloom? If it was fake what did you have to lose? Just stay in a fantasy for the rest of you existence. Not like it would hurt anyone.
There was no one left to hurt.
But if this was real...
You owed this man everything.
Sure his smirk screamed bad news and he looked like he could kill you in many ways,but hey it was another person!
"Heh, well this is a surprise, you're not the person I was looking for but this should make things much more interesting."
What was that supposed to me- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!
Its eyes were the first thing you noticed, it seemed to pin you to your spot. You felt like prey in its gaze. You gulped, the pokemon was huge! Clearly not as big as dialga or palkia but still was a decent size. Maybe it was its aura you were feeling that made it seem bigger. Is this what pokemon felt like in battle?
The man noticed your unhidden fear (how could he not), he side eyed his pokemon before chuckling.
"This is mewtwo, I would tell you not to fear it but you have every reason to."
The pokemon just responded with a flick of its tail.
"I've never seen a pokemon like it before."
"Yes mewtwo is quite legendary, but I'm sure you've seen your fair share of legendaries?" His eyes searched yours, did this man think you had dialga and palkia under your control? Wasn't he in for a surprise. But if he didn't have them then Cyrus must've still been out there.
Your stomach started to curdle. But before you could panic the man in front of you moved.
"Where are my manners, I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Giovanni, leader of team rainbow rocket."
Giovanni held out his hand to you. You dumbly stared back. Giovanni? Wasn't there some group in kanto with a boss named Giovanni?
You stomach dropped, how much trouble were you in? Had you traded one hell for another? Would you be stuck with this man for eternity instead? You didn't think you could, the man's interior decorating was abysmal.
Or...had Cyrus not destroyed everything. What if you just got caught up in his personal universe. Hope bloomed in your chest. Your family and friends were still okay!
You deliriously chuckled before remembering the man before you. If he noticed, he didn't say anything.
You quickly shook his hand, better to not to get on this man's bad side.
Giovanni hummed.
"Well... Since it was my fault for your sudden entrance I'll gift you a room. Assuming you have nowhere else to stay?"
He smirked.
Was smirking his default?
The gall of this man...
Still he was offering free lodge. It's not like you could go anywhere else.
"Ah that would be nice uh mister Giovanni."
"Of course you do look like you're in need of a hot shower."
You face burned, of course the dirt weavile dumped in your hair must be making you look like you crawled out of the ground.
Out of the corner of your eye you noticed two people walking up behind you. Their outfits bearing the same symbol as Giovanni.They quickly saluted the man before turning to you.
"These grunts will take you to your room, I hope you enjoy rainbow rocket's hospitality."
The two grunts motioned you toward a panel. You quickly complied, this was better than being stuck with Cyrus right?
I mean it was likely you were going to be dumped in a cell, but at least you'd see other people. Normal people. You risked a look back at Giovanni who just waved in response. Yes this was definitely better, you'd take a mob boss over Cyrus any day of the week.
The panels here were strange, not unlike the ones team galactic had, definitely newer. Where and when were you? Did it matter?
"We're just one hallway away."
One of the grunts pointed ahead.
You looked at the grunt, a stern expression written all over his face. An honest emotion, no dead eyed stare just an angry face. Which turned into a wary face no doubt at the cheshire grin on your face. You must have looked terrifying. You couldn't help it, with your situation finally dawning on you, happiness felt like it would burst out.
You were free.
"H-here we are enjoy your stay."
The other grunt opened the door, doing her best to subtly lean away from you.
You peaked inside, so it wasn't a jail cell or a dungeon. No cellmate either? Pity.
Just a simple room.
The grunts awkwardly stood at your side. You looped your arms around theirs pulling them inside. Earning a shout from one grunt. No way were you going to spend your first day of freedom alone.
Quickly letting both grunts go you whirled around and closed the door.
"So," you clapped your hands together, repressing a flinch at the loud noise. " what's going on in the world. I want to know everything!"
The two grunts looked at each other before turning back to you.
"What do mean?" One replied
"You know! Anything big happen? Is sinnoh still in one piece?" You waved your arms frantically. How could they not know? Summoning legendary pokemon was pretty news worthy.
They stared at you, as if you asked them if rocks were edible.
"Sinnoh is fine, why wouldn't it be?" Grunt two scratched at her head.
You frowned, had the event been swept under the rug?
"You know, because of team galactic summoning dialga and palkia. Isn't that big news?"
Grunt one scoffed in disbelief.
"More like old news,that happened years ago. Where were you, living in a bubble?"
"Years?"
Your shoulders sagged. You were stuck with Cyrus for years? Anger began to boil inside. No you just got free, it was better to forget all about him. Everyone was okay and soon you would go back home. You were back now, that's all that mattered.
"So what has happened since the sinnoh incident?"
#I forgot to post this#Working on my dialogue this time#So you're in a new area now#With people!#I'm really enjoying writing this#Cross posted on quotev#yandere pokemon#Yandere cyrus pokemon
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Chapter 2
You lazily watched yet another boulder wiz by you. Arms supporting your head as you laid on the ground. Huh this one managed to grow grass on one side, how interesting.
You turned your head towards Cyrus, who was commanding dialga to do something. Hopefully not something that would cause harm in your direction.
"Weavile"
Ah yes, your babysitter was back.
You tilted your head toward the pokemon slightly acknowledging its existence. Hopefully that was enough to satisfy its need for attention.
Who were you trying to kid?
It inched ever so closer in the corner of your eye. Your eye twitched, what the heck was it doing?
"Weee"
You tried feigning sleep on the off chance it would leave you alone. Only to feel something like small pebbles bounce off your head. You quickly sat up, hands rushing to your hair. Ewww what did it dump in your hair?! There was no weird smell so it couldn't have been a corpse this time.
You looked on the ground around you seeing nothing but actual pebbles.
"Vile"
You looked at the perpetrator, it didn't even try to hide the grin on its face.
You brushed the little gifts out of your hair much to weavile's disappointment.
Maybe you would have cared about the pokemon's feelings before, but now it didn't really matter. Considering the part it played in this mess. If it didn't have the power to kill you, it would have been punted across the field by now. Instead you scowled, falling back into the grass. Weavile saw this as an invitation to lay across your stomach, happily joining you.
"Swablu not now, I'm busy you little cutie." You chuckled at the baby pokemon, eagerly hopping in your lap. "Just let me finish this last paper then we can play outside."
You shook your head.
Weavile petted the grass,letting the blades bunch up in its claws. It looked at you, obviously trying to convey to you its wants. Maybe the sooner you pet it the sooner it would lose interest.
Maybe.
The cold pokemon seemed to seep the warmth out of you, like a golbat. Sigh whatever lets see what Cyrus is up tooooo.
Oh.
Just like that Cyrus was gone and dialga too. Just wide open space stared back at you. What a relief, now if only you could ditch the ice type currently turning you into a popsicle.
"Hey weavile you mind finding me some more pretty rocks."
Weavile gave you a smirk, clearly figuring out what you were trying to do and preceded to make itself more comfortable on your stomach.
Great, it had learned its lesson from last time. Well this gave you time to think.
Everyone's gone, they're all dead.
Nope you weren't doing this today.
You quickly sat up, tossing a displeased pokemon on your legs.
There has to be something you could do that didn't require running away.
Like...uh
Hmm.
No that was pretty much all you did.
Maybe you coul-
"Ack!"
Your hands flew to your neck, as your shirt tightened around your airways.
Who?! What?! Something had that back of your shirt, was it Cyrus?! Oh no, had he finally gotten tired of you?! Was this it, were you gonna die?
"Weavile!"
Weavile leapt at your attacker.
Thank goodness the little monster was still here. You were saved!
Your relief was short lived as you saw weavile get pushed back by a- was that a persian? What in the world!
Seeing that your ally wasn't coming to your aid anytime soon you finally began to struggle. It was too late at that point as a bright flash quickly engulfed you.
#yandere pokemon#Yandere pokemon cyrus#tw: yandere#Weavile is annoying#But also starved for attention
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Chapter 4
You reluctantly let the two grunts go. Your first real conversation in years apparently had to end too soon. They fought each other on who would leave first, it looked like the shorter one would make it out first. She jabbed her partner in crime in the side, to which her victim squealed. It was pretty comical to see, but it still stung since they were essentially running away from you. Oh well you'd just have to ask for their company next time.
You listened to their fading footsteps and bickering. You plopped on your bed, staring at the ceiling.
Had you really been stuck in Cyrus' world that long? What a relief to know his plans had failed somewhat. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off you. How much had sinnoh changed? Especially with all the new discoveries. Fairy types? Mega evolutions?
Was Cynthia still the champion? That garchomp was really impressive. But with fairy types? You wished you could see that battle. To bad you didn't have a TV in here.
What about team galactic, it had to be disbanded, there was no way Sinnoh would allow that group to stay together. What happened to everyone involved? The commanders? The grunts?
Thrown in jail probably, good riddance.
The small stunky flailed on its back, its small chubby legs swinging back and forth. Stunky cried out its displeasure, once again Percy's glameow had defeated it in a pokemon battle. You covered your face in embarrassment at your pokemon's tantrum.
"Ah don't feel so bad, stunky is still a baby pokemon he's not gonna be perfect the first few battles."
You grit your teeth at the grunt in front of you.
"I know that! Hes not my first pokemon Percy. Stop acting like I'm ten."
Percy snickered, his glameow beside him licking her paw, you glared at the cat pokemon. Pretentious little thing.
"Maybe if you stopped acting like you're ten I would. Why don't you send out swablu instead?"
You put your hands on your hips looking down at stunky who was now sleeping, dreaming of whatever it was stunkys dreamed of.
"Swablu isn't the one who needs training."
You bent down to poke the little pokemon. You really didn't have time for this.
"Come on stunky wake up, you want to be a strong pokemon don't you?"
You poked your pokemon on his round tummy, which apparently was the wrong thing to do. Stunky gasped in surprise, quickly spraying its strong odor everywhere.
"Augh!!!"
"Uegh! The smell, turn him off!"
...Maybe not everyone should be thrown in jail.
But if Cyrus had gotten his new world, would he come back to get his team? Good, he could take all of them, it would be for the best anyway.
But, he hadn't shown any suggestion of going back. Maybe he was trying to set up his new world before he got his team.
Whatever he did at least it didn't include you.
In fact he would probably see this as a win, didn't have to chase you down anymore. You let out a relieved sigh.
You wrapped the soft blankets around yourself sucking up what little comfort it provided.
You patted your face, there was no need to keep thinking of the negatives. You'd (hopefully) go home soon. Giovanni had no reason to keep you here. You weren't special. Then why did he let you stay? He clearly didn't help you out of the kindness of his heart. Maybe you could do some small mostly harmless jobs on the side as payment. Nothing too illegal, just enough to consider your debt payed.
Plus a plane ticket home.
You wondered what your family was doing, had they moved on easily? What was your home like now? You grinned, you couldn't wait to see their faces when you showed up. What a surprise this will be for them.
Take a nice holiday, get a therapist to help with all trauma that jerk put you through.
The poor therapist.
Catch a few new pokemon, not that they could replace your old friends.
...
The feeling of normalcy would be best for you and A little protection sounded nice.
You stared at the closed door. The near silent hum from the lights was the only noise you could hear. You gripped the sheets of your bed. Would you get in trouble for leaving? Probably shouldn't push your host's (captor?) hospitality. Maybe there was room service?
You looked around for any shiny buttons to help your predicament. No room service? Great. Not that this was a hotel but they had guestrooms.
The walls started to shift, grey and yellow colors seemed phase through the red and black colors. The familiar sound of a pen on paper echoed through the room. Your stomach dropped, turning towards the sound you spotted Cyrus scribbling away.
You jumped off the bed, nearly tripping over the blankets surrounding you.
No don't tell me it really was a dream!
Just like that you were back. Red and black walls stared back at you. The silent hum of the lights were back. You took in gulps of air, tension slowly leaving with every breath, hallucinations? That wasn't good.
You know, you never got to explore your bathroom yet, yeah that was a good idea. It was pretty cold in here you'd have to look for the thermostat later. You walked toward the bathroom, closed the door and turned the shower on.
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