Various Yandere Pokemon Men Drabbles
cw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive behaviour, unknowing cannibalism in Siebold's part, implied abuse in Archer's part,
characters: Steven Stone, Dulse, Archer, Siebold
Steven Stone – "I know that you’re home — open up."
Steven was hardly one to abuse the claim to things his title as both champion of Hoenn and the heir to the region's largest company would bring easily to him.
He considered himself a bit more down to earth than that – rather, he preferred to get around with little issue as possible. Only when it came to his beloved stones did he dare throw out those cards. A cave too dangerous? No such thing. His Metagross would allow nothing to harm him. Something too expensive? He hardly doubted that was actually true. His income would send some people into shock.
The object of his affections dodging him?
Steven hardly knew what to do. Why had you seemed so distressed by him speaking about an arranged marriage? It would be pleasant for you both. He enjoyed your presence, and you would never have to worry about money again. The situation was perfect. His dad had agreed, stating plainly that you seemed a perfect match for him. Your strengths as a trainer matched his own – you always were fascinated about his growing collection.
So, why did you decline? The paper had been pushed away. He felt hurt and confused. What had he done wrong? Did you want a ceremony? He planned on having one. The ring he had offered was thrown into a bush, nearly giving him a panic attack. The gemstone embedded in it was so precious – so wonderful and reminded him painfully of you. He found it, heart racing.
He hated to do this – he hated to use whatever authority he had like this. You should have come willingly. An attempt to return the shiny Beldum he had gifted you really had been the final straw.
His hand knocked on your apartment door. No reply. He sighed. Were you going to keep up this farce? Avoiding him? Pretending he did not exist? Painful. His desperation was swelling. He loved you. Steven truly, truly loved you. That was why he forged your signature. Courts would hardly care.
“I know that you're home,” Steven spoke with rare authority, “Open up.”
Nothing again.
He tried the doorknob. Locked, of course. He leaned against the door. Why must you do this to him? Would it be so hard to just give into him? He adored you. A special pokemon a friend abroad had sent came into play. The fairy-type's cry echoed as it unlocked the door. He stepped inside.
His shoes slipped off. He walked quietly as he could to the main part of the room. You laid on a bed, asleep. How adorable. He knelt down, cupping your face.
“I'm home,” he whispered and slipped the ring onto your finger.
Dulse – "Well, you confused me in a way that I've never known."
Alola was truly nothing like the world he originated from.
The bright light of sun was far too painful – often making his visor a necessity. Pokemon were an oddity, too. Though, the so-called Ultra Beasts existed with them, it was hardly much like how the Alolans took to them. Dulse was curious about this world, as was his nature as a scientist and researcher. At first, it entirely towards the need to subdue Necrozma, but ultimately, his attention had been drawn to who had defeated the beast.
You were bright – much like the sun that bathed the land you came from. Your world shaped you, making a personality that could be as blinding to him as the sun was. Would Dulse complain? A bit. Your strengths were unparalleled, especially in investigating far off worlds. Ultra Wormholes were no easy feat to overcome. Yet, your curiosity drove him a bit mad.
He hardly thought the Ultra Megalopolis was a place you would hold in any regard. Especially when compared to Alola. There was no sun – only the artificial light provided by the tower. Yet, you asked him questions as he guided you around. He answered to the best of his ability but wondered why you had grown so interested in his home. The other worlds you had visited must have been far more fascinating. He acted similarly in your world, alas, so he knew he must do the same for you. Though, he was unsure of the safety of their food for you, so he made you pack your own.
It was one trip that made him truly pause. A question – a question he had never been asked before. You truly confused him in way that he failed to have experienced before.
“Can I see your home?”
Had he seen yours? Yes. You had been quite happy to show him and let him explore. The home was very much unlike the living quarters many had here. He guided you as he had many times, riding in an elevator with you and exiting on the flood his apartment was on. The hallway felt unending, but he reached his home and swiped a key card.
You entered first, seeing a room not so foreign from what a living room looked like. Dulse took a seat on the couch and motioned for you to join him. Your curiosity would continue, he knew. So, indulging you felt best. Besides… Even he had no complaints about having someone so important in his home.
A sudden hand on his chest nearly made him jump.
“You guys aren't humans, right?”
Another question. He closed his eyes. They were the equivalent for this world, but… He supposed that they had their differences to humans. A nod. You tilted your head. So innocent. This dull world… Why would you be curious? You belonged in the bright light of the Alolan sun, letting the waves kiss your legs. This place was suffocating and a reminder of how their ancestors doomed them.
“Are your bodies that different?”
Of course. You needed vitamin D to survive. They did not. Of course, he could tell that was not what you meant. His brows furrowed. No more of this. He caught your hand with a surprising amount of strength.
“Are you wanting a demonstration?” he asked, “I might not ever let you leave if I show you.”
He doubted he could. No one had made his heart race as much as you made his own. A nod came from you.
He swallowed.
Your light was to be devoured and only be his.
Archer – "Got you begging on all fours. Soon, you'll come crawling back to me."
Taking over Rocket had been no easy task.
Giovanni departing in shame had driven many to leave – the frustration of such disloyalty driving Archer to a certain level of rage he had not previously thought possible. Even dealing with rats had left him less angry.
But, what had really sent him in the throes of fury was his beloved leaving. What were they thinking? When he had departed from the hideout, he had expected you to be waiting for him in the game parlour. Yet, you were not there. His next assumption had been your shared apartment. It had been his next stop, so he subdued the annoyance he felt and headed home.
Though, even more rage bloomed when he saw that your items were gone.
What…? Arched bit his lip so hard it bled.
Why?!
You were testing his patience – Something he had very little of. He did not become Giovanni's right-hand man through good behaviour. He sucked in a breath.
You would be a task for later.
His current drive was restoring Rocket. Giovanni would come back.
And, you.
Even if he had to drag you back, kicking and screaming.
Time passed – new members came and went, uniquely useless in their own ways. His fellow executives did their best to keep the underworld thriving. The Johto expansion was doing well. But, it was a particular call from Ariana that had him pausing.
“Archer,” her voice was clear, “Come to Warehouse C. There's a surprise waiting for you.”
He assumed it was a new partnership for their group, or maybe another rat. Why she preferred him to personally handle those matters, Archer would never know. Still, he went. Whatever it was – it no doubt required his personal attention. She stood outside, a smug expression on her face. Grunts stood on guard, looking nervous at his approach.
The guard dog of Rocket – that title was something he would never shake. His vicious nature in protecting Giovanni and the organisation sowing fear all around. She motioned for them to step aside. Archer stepped inside – hardly expecting anything more than a few burns from his Houndoom could not handle.
Yet, tied in the middle of the floor… You look utterly terrified.
Ariana trailed in behind him.
“We found your little pet wandering in Goldenrod,” she explained, “Naturally, we scooped them up for you.”
You stared at him pleadingly – trying to appeal to whatever part of him might still care for you. He knelt down. A gentle hand pushing strands that had fallen across your face back into their place. His thumb wiped away the drying tears. How precious. Ariana stepped away, leaving him alone with you. They knew each other well enough. Words were not needed.
“Beg,” he ordered, removing your gag, “Beg on all fours and I might consider letting you crawl back to me.” Your eyes were filled with fear, mouth hanging open in fear. He suddenly grasped the hair he just treated so gently with a rough grip, making you face him.
“You know how Rocket treats traitors,” Arched bared his fangs, “Beg. Or else.”
He watched your position shift to be on your knees – forehead pressed to the ground. Your cries and pleas for his forgiveness. Oh, you never meant to leave him. You were just scared. Rocket was your life – you had just been lost after Giovanni departed. He wanted to scoff. You should have waited on him.
He placed his foot on your back.
“I shouldn't forgive you,” Archer snarled, “Yet, you're still mine, so… I'll let you get away with a minor punishment.” The sound of a pokeball opening made you tense. A Houndoom's howl had your pleading intensify. Stupid. Archer hardly felt so kindly. You were his first and foremost. He would burn it into your skin so that you would remember always.
“After this, I'll remind you of your place.”
You would surely stay loyal after being pinned beneath him.
Siebold – "To snap the sinew, I want to get within you, I want to not forgive you."
The chef's focus on cooking was truly unwavering – having given up his place in the Elite Four of Kalos to entirely fixate on his culinary skills. It had been a difficult choice, yet one that Siebold simply knew was unavoidable. One had to be picked. Cooking felt like his lifeblood.
Especially with a new addition in his life.
A challenger of the league – a beautiful smile and powerful pokemon. Though they may have been overcome by the might of the league, they had still bested him and agreed that battling and cooking were truly their own arts. How his heart had raced – were they sent by some greater power to be with him? He felt it impossible to say.
It did not stop him in pursuing, however. They were receptive. A celebrity chef and Elite Four member desiring someone – it must have felt like a dream. Desperately, he learnt your tastes in good. There was no grander desire than to have you enjoy his personal art. Something made with love and attention to your preferences. His heart could only swell at your praise and enjoyment.
But, something had reared its ugly head in his otherwise perfect fantasy.
Some unknown man desired you too. It was hardly something Siebold did not understand – your loveliness was truly something else. But, he was not one to share. You were his and his alone. No room was left for debate. But this usurper thought himself a far too grand player in this so-called game.
It was an action of jealousy and impurity that led to what followed. Nonetheless, Siebold wasted not.
Meat was meat – and there was always a way to prepare such things to be consumed.
Sinew was snapped – blood and viscera so divine. He butchered quite well and nothing could be recognised. Love guided his cleaver. You would surely enjoy the meal that he would prepare. The plate of some kind of stew was set before you. Siebold laid his on across, taking to his seat.
A meal with a loved one was always better. You dived in, a smile spreading on your face. The complex flavours and comforting warmth blending together in a way that only could spark joy. Siebold enjoyed it as well. Your compliments fed right into his heart.
“I used a special cut of meat for this,” he admitted, “I was most unfamiliar with it, so I worried it may have a strange flavour.” You shook your head and reassured him that it was wonderful. Siebold hummed. “Your compliments hold even more weight than those of top food reviewers,” he sighed.
Your relationship with him was something that would not ever waver, he knew.
And if it did… He surely knew your heart would be the most beautiful aortic art he would ever see.
