This was the wrong train.

You stood in the walkway, the doors sliding shut behind you with a hiss. The subway car was cold, goosebumps already prickling up and down your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck slowly standing on end. A quick glance around, the pristine silver car was absolutely deserted. Which was… unusual, to say the least.. The subway closed at nine, and it was only six the last time you had checked. Certainly still within rush hour, wasn’t it? And yet here you were, standing in the middle of a cold and empty train, the sound of shuffling and chatter from the station completely silenced now.

You glanced around, a pit in your stomach- this was not the right train.

You took a single step forward, only to turn around and watch in confusion as the car pulled away from an equally desolate station. A station which, just one moment ago, had been absolutely bustling with commuters like you.

Alone… you were alone.

Knowing full well nothing would happen, knowing that you were apparently in motion, you tugged at the closed doors. You dug your fingertips into the crack between where they met, pushing past the black rubber and pulling with all your might. Nothing happened, of course, the doors were stuck fast.

You took a step back, taking another anxious glance around the car. It was still abandoned, of course, and after another look, you realized that it was completely unfamiliar to you. It looked like a regular subway car with its silver walls, plastic seats, and dark, rubbery floor. But something was off. It was far too clean, for one thing- missing the familiar grime and graffiti present on the train you always took to and from work. That, and the lighting wasn’t bright and fluorescent- lacking that artificial quality that always put your teeth on edge. No, instead the cabin was lit by a dim, warm light- flickering with the sway of the subway’s movements. Like candlelight, bringing to mind images of long stone corridors stretching on and on and on and-

You shook your head, blinking hard and taking another step forward, now standing thoroughly in the middle of the walkway. The car shook slightly as it flew along the tracks, the sight of concrete walls through the windows feeling oddly comforting. That, at least, had not changed.

Yet.

With a trembling sigh you moved towards one of the seats, plopping gingerly down with your back to the wall. Facing the closed door. Your jaw was aching, you must have been clenching it this whole time. You forced yourself to relax, leaning your head back against the wall and closing your eyes. Normally you wouldn’t do that, your skull would be clonking against the metal wall every couple of seconds. But this ride seemed to be much smoother than the subways usually were. Another thing to add to the list, you supposed. You cracked open your eyes, a naive part of you thinking that you would be waking up from a dream- that you would open your eyes and the car would be right. But no such luck. Opening your eyes just revealed the same empty train you were becoming vaguely familiar with- the same orange light, the same pristinely clean silver walls-

A strangled yelp escaped you as the subway shuddered- your form flying up and off of your seat before you plopped back down, the sound of metal clattering and tires screeching filling the air for a moment. Simultaneously, a thick darkness swept through your car in a movement like a line of candles being snuffed, consuming your cabin and washing over you in a wave. Your heart pounded, your stomach clenching- any sense of growing comfort you might’ve had completely gone. Your breathing was labored, your eyes wide and searching. The dark was so heavy, feeling like a damp woolen blanket had been tossed over top of you, filling your mouth and making it nearly impossible to breathe. Dark, it was too dark! It was going to drown you- kill you!

You shook, an intense shudder wracking through you and nearly making you gag. You couldn’t see, you could barely breathe- any sounds had been swiftly murdered by the shadows that had possessed your car.

Your car… This was your car. You were alone here, no one could help you. No one could keep you safe. And you felt, deep in your bones, that you and this fucking train car were connected. Your fate was tied to the steel and plastic and rubber that surrounded you. And if its fate was to be consumed by the writhing darkness…

You wanted to scream, to cry- to claw your way out from what must have been a dream, but the shadows filled your throat. Choking you.

You were going to die. Alone, and in the dark.

You had just begun to accept that painful fact when the light appeared.

It was small- a deep indigo purple that bobbed gently up and down. You watched it as it flickered, moving like a flame, emerging from the end of your car before standing still, swaying from side to side. You blinked, vague surprise temporarily freeing your throat from the grasping shadows that had threatened to steal all the air from your lungs. The light moved up and up, probably touching the ceiling, and another light flickered to life. It was the same color as the first, purple blue and white dancing together as it took shape into a little ball. You realized vaguely as you watched that your train must have really been lit by flames, which explained the warm flickering of the lights. You watched as the light moved forward another few feet, noticing the dark, fuzzy lines of an unclear silhouette. Someone else, maybe? Another light was lit, and the grip of the shadows upon you seemed to loosen. You could feel the dark’s tendrils slithering away from your lips and down your throat, running like water and feeling just as cold. Another light, and a slightly clearer silhouette. A dark cap, a graceful hand holding a black iron lantern, the flickering tails of a long black coat in the dancing purple flames. 

Your apparent savior walked down the aisle of your cabin, lighting light after light, the ghostly glow seeming to dance and swirl around their form. They were quite tall, you realized, a good foot above you, at least. They reached up to the ceiling with ease, the fire in their lantern seeming to simply leap from an open pane towards the indents where, you imagined, more lanterns must have been hidden.

The stranger grew closer, soon standing before you and holding their lantern above their head to light the next lamp. You could not see their features, not even as the darkness receded and light slowly returned to your train car. The purple light was just dim enough that their face was hidden completely in shadow, and their imposing height certainly did not help matters.

They did not even spare you a glance before they moved to the next, focused solely on the task at hand. You wanted to call out, to demand to know who they were, if they knew what was happening to you- but your throat seemed to close, and your tongue grew heavy and unwieldy in your mouth. This was not the time for words, you somehow knew, and to break this silence would almost certainly spell trouble.

Soon enough, the figure, no longer a silhouette, lit the last lamp at the other end of your car. The darkness, though still present, was dampened now, retreating under seats and into the corners and seams of the walls. Lit by the ghostly indigo, your surroundings had taken on a much more menacing quality, the hiding shadows darker, the contrast of things somehow sharpened. It set your skin alight with goose flesh, and a violent shiver down your spine. The dark, however, was held mostly at bay. For that, at least, you were grateful.

The figure now stood where they had stopped, posture at attention and one arm folded neatly behind their back. The other, their left, held their heavy iron lantern at waist height, the flame flickering like a dancer within its cage. Their face, though still obscured by the shadows of their cap, was visible to you now. Sharp features, a deep frown, and piercing silver eyes.

Staring right at you.

The yelp that escaped you had the decency to at least be quiet as you quickly turned away, your own eyes wide and your chest tight. Here you had been thinking that your isolation had been the worst thing, and the moment another soul had entered your company, you found yourself filled with vague panic. Though, the way the stranger was looking at you- you felt that you were perhaps justified in your panic. You stole a quick glance, they were still staring, their expression firmly unreadable and horribly intimidating. The color of his eyes… They glittered the same way the walls of the train did. Glimmering with a strange sort of sheen that brought to mind a long swathe of black ice. Veiled as something else- something safe, but dangerous if you did not mind yourself. You looked away.

What the hell was going on, you finally found yourself wondering, clenching your hands into tight fists, biting your tongue and focusing on the feeling of your nails digging into your palms. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, once again willing yourself to wake up if this was indeed just a dream. Despair was quickly building a home in your chest, and that childish urge to hide away until the scary thing went away was rearing its ugly head. It would not work, you knew this. But you still tried. And you still felt that surge of disappointment when you opened your eyes and still saw your car lit with purple lights. Still the man standing at one end of your cabin.

You took a deep breath, hoping that it would somehow ground you, surprised that it seemed to work, although briefly. You sat a bit straighter, forcing your expression into something calmer and taking another look around your cabin. Out the windows, it was now pitch black, missing the faint light of the headlights, of the bulbs that would usually line the walls of the tunnels. A part of you instinctively knew that the dark outside of the train was a writhing, living thing. That it would not hesitate to fill your throat and lungs until you suffocated to death. That it would take you, consume you- and that you would never see the light again.

You were aware of how pale you must have been then, suddenly a little less afraid of the strange frowning man with the black coat and the lantern.

You swallowed thickly and turned your head away from the man and towards the other side of your car, blanching even more as the sight of another man greeted you.

When had he come in?

He stood with both his arms folded professionally behind his back, his long white coat seeming to gleam wickedly in the dim lights of your cabin. He too wore a cap, also white, the shadow of its brim obscuring his features- but not enough for you to not notice the distinct fact that he looked exactly like the other man. The same sharp features, the same striking silver eyes, the same grey hair- although this man was smiling. A wide and glittering sort of thing, striking you as having a vaguely predatory quality.

That, and you realized quickly that it did not quite reach his eyes.

You stared for a moment at the new man, then back towards the first. They both stood perfectly still, both with straight backs and professional posture. And they were both staring at you.

You couldn’t help but squirm under their combined gazes, not quite enjoying the experience of being studied like some kind of oddity. You remained silent, though the feeling that the silence was to be kept had long since left you. You could speak now, freely- but…

Fucking hell, you didn’t want to.

You shifted, deciding to try and ignore the stares of the two strangers, furrowing your brows and staring pointedly out the windows of the closed doors. Not that it was a particularly interesting view, as pitch black as it was. But it was certainly better than looking at the two strangers. Right now, at least. Silence reigned for a long, long moment- even the rattling of the moving car completely absent. You didn’t quite know when that sound had died, but you imagined that the dark probably had something to do with it, as hungry as it seemed. You stared out the window, past your reflection in the glass, your eyes catching glimpses of movement in the thick shadows outside. A trick of the light inside, you figured, not quite prepared to combat the fact that there could very well be literal, honest-to-goodness monsters outside.

Inside, too. These men struck you as distinctly inhuman, and while you were not really willing to try and accept that fact either, you weren’t just going to ignore it completely. You felt like you were being hunted- or studied, at the very least. Like a moth pinned to a board. Your jaw clenched, and you were only half aware of your nails piercing through the flesh of your palms and drawing little crescent moons of blood. The train moved ever forward, and while you were not aware of how much time had passed, you knew in your marrow that you would not be reaching your stop any time soon. Wherever that wound up being.

‘Certainly not home,’ you thought, stealing a timid glance at the man in white. He was smiling, the expression unfaltering, though you swore for a moment that you saw something long, spindly and black poking out from the collar of his coat before retreating back under it. You looked away, somehow managing to hold back your shudder and focus back on the black windows. A beat, the only sound you could hear being the pounding of your blood in your ears. That, at least, was still a noise. And for that you were grateful.

Your eyes flitted towards the man in black, to the heavy, industrial lantern hanging from his hand. He was wearing gloves, you realized, the other man too- white and pristine, with not a single stain or mark. They were both impeccably clean now that you thought about it, their clothes, their skin- all remarkably perfect. Not that you were close enough to be certain, but you wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t even have any pores on their skin, what with how utterly like porcelain it looked. A glance back to the man in white, he was moving now- a gloved hand reaching under his coat for a moment, lingering there before he folded it back behind his back. You were certain now that there was something under his coat, and fuck you didn’t want to know what it was.

You took a trembling breath in, returning your gaze to the windows once again. Still nothing but writhing darkness. Nothing but void as far as your eyes could see. At this point, it was beginning to get more annoying than frightening. You were sick of nothing, sick of your mind reaching for some sort of distraction in the shadows and coming up with jack fucking shit.

Your eyes narrowed, and your expression shifted into something utterly peeved. This was boring. You were bored. And while you were well aware that being passive and bored was far more dangerous than being afraid, you really couldn’t find it in you to care. The shadows didn’t scare you as much as the two men at either end of your cabin did, and even they were beginning to become nothing more than a nuisance. 

There was something to be said about fear morphing into anger, you imagined. But you didn’t really have it in you to wax poetic right then.

You sighed, slumping against your seat and glancing behind you at the window you had your head resting against. Still nothing but tangible shadows, still nothing but-

You sat up straight, your eyes going wide as saucers and your breath catching painfully in your throat.

There was something there.

You all but jumped from your seat, back to the doors and face to the windows, your heart already pounding in your chest and your mind reeling. Something was there, pressed against the glass- something like a face, molded haphazardly from  shadows like sopping wet clay, its sorry excuse for a cheek pressed hard against the glass, spreading out with the pressure that the thing was putting on it. As if it was trying to push itself through the window and towards you. It hurt your head to look at it, to try and make heads or tails of the writhing features, of the plains and valleys the shadows had tried to make. It lacked depth, but it looked real enough even so. And although you couldn’t make out its eyes, you knew that it was looking right at you- and with utter malice at that.

You wanted to back away, to run, to scream- hell, you wouldn’t have minded just punching the glass for fuck’s sake, but you were completely frozen in place. Something like terror gripped you, though it was colder than you were used to, sharper. Creeping along your limbs like hundreds of tiny, needle-like legs. You were stuck. You were fucking stuck.

Look away, your instincts screamed, but your body refused to listen.

The thing in the window seemed to smile, though you could not see it do so, and your head pounded with the effort of trying to make out features in the heavy darkness it was made of. Fear gripped you, made jagged with the anger that was still settled firmly in your gut. You wanted to do something, anything- you wanted to hurt it. You wanted to throw yourself at it, to rip it from limb to limb, to sink your teeth into the false flesh of its throat and tear. You wanted to-

“You should look away.”

The voice surprised you, taking you completely off guard and shaking you from the violent reverie that had seemingly taken you over. Stars, you felt sick- like a rusted iron ball had begun to rot your stomach.

You looked over to the man in white, surprised to have heard him speak- doubly so as he left his station and began approaching you. His strides were long and exaggerated, and you may have found it oddly charming had the situation been different. You backed up a step, jolting as your back bumped against something warm and firm. You turned your head with eyes as wide as saucers, stepping away from the man in black that had seemingly just appeared next to you. He was staring at you still, just as the man in white was, but he looked away after a moment. Silver eyes landed on the writhing thing in the window, the edge of his frown deepening slightly into something akin to disgust. The man in white was on your other side now, his gaze now also locked on the figure. His smile remained, though his eyes were narrowed and his jaw was tight. Now that you were so close, you could really see just how right you had been in comparing their complexions to porcelain. They were truly too pale, looking as though there was not a drop of blood running through their veins. It unnerved you, but…

“This is not their stop, is it Emmet?”

It was the man in black who had spoken now, holding his lantern up higher and towards the window. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the writhing mass of dark cringe away from the light, undulating in a way that reminded you of living tar.

“No, Ingo. It is not.”

The man in white now, Emmet. A surprisingly mundane name, in your opinion. You had been expecting something more lovecraftian- if they even had names. That, or Fae rules. One could never be too certain.

You shook yourself from your thoughts as Emmet looked back down at you, his eyes glinting with something sly and sharp. He was appraising you, you knew, and you really didn’t like it. You met his gaze though, despite your brain desperately screaming not to, trying your best to look firm and unaffected. You knew it probably wasn’t working, not with the tremble in your jaw and the weak set of your brows. But you tried, nonetheless.

Seeming to find whatever it was he was looking for, the man in white nodded before placing a gentle hand on the small of your back, steering you gently away from the window and to another seat. You sputtered, taken thoroughly aback and trying to step away- but the man’s grip was firm and unyielding, the hand on your back feeling more like a threat than anything else. He led you down the aisle of your cabin and to a seat closer to his end of the train, on the opposite side of where you had been sitting. His hand left your back and moved to your shoulder, maneuvering you to sit down, lingering for a long moment as he stared down at you. You tried not to shudder, tried to ignore how the tight set of your jaw and firm expression was faltering into something weak and terrified.

“Sit here,” he finally said, his hand leaving your shoulder and moving to rest back behind him. You swore you saw something shift under his coat again, but he spoke again before you could look too closely, “Allow my brother and I to deal with this inconvenience.”

Your words failed you yet again, and you instead followed the stranger’s gaze towards his apparent brother- Ingo. The man was still standing by the window, his expression firm and the lantern light dancing around him in a strangely hypnotic fashion.

The man that was apparently Emmet was suddenly close to your ear, his voice clinging to you like smoke and his cold breath fanning across the shell of your ear, "Look away," there was a smile in his tone, a genuine one of mirth, "For your safety.”

There was truly no room for argument, and even if there was, you didn’t find yourself willing to do so. You closed your eyes tightly, ignoring the shiver going down your spine, ignoring the sounds that began to echo through your cabin. Something wooshed, sloshed, something sounding disgustingly wet- you swore you could hear glass shatter and faint, gleeful laughter. You could still feel Emmet standing next to you, his gloved hand resting lightly on your shoulder. He was cold, as was the rest of the cabin. The temperature had dropped sharply, and you couldn’t help but picture the writhing, sticky shadows pouring through the shattered window- reaching out for you, wriggling and pulsing and pushing between your lips, forcing their way down your throat, filling your lungs. Your breathing quickened, uneven and labored. You moved to cover your face, pressing the heels of your palms hard against your eyes and shaking intensely. Any rage, any sense of anger triumphing over fear had gone now. You were terrified.

Trembling, you jolted as you felt the gloved hand move to the back of your neck and squeeze. It was gentle, but the sudden pressure took you entirely off guard, and it took more effort than you thought you had in you not to scream and hit the strange man next to you. Your gasp was a small and trembling thing as you felt his cold breath brushing against your ear again, your mind conjuring images of deep caves with dark waters- an endless tunnel with the faintest draft dancing against your skin.

“Don’t be afraid,” the man said, and you found yourself growing still in spite of your terror, “This is not your stop, after all.”

You didn’t know what that meant.

“Emmet.”

You tensed up again, shoulders squared and brows furrowed. You kept your eyes shut however, kept your palms pressed against them. You weren't sure if it was safe to look yet, and you were unwilling to risk it. There was a cracking sound, a wet sounding snap and a thud, something slithering against metal and the faint tingling of shards of glass knocking against each other.

“Stop bothering our passenger,” the other said, his tone scolding, “You’re frightening them.”

“Ah. Right. Sorry, Ingo.”

You could hear the disappointment in Emmet’s voice as his form retreated away from you, his hand lingering for just a moment longer. You were still aware of him standing nearby, within reach you imagined, but he wasn’t breathing in your ear anymore, which you greatly appreciated. You heard a heavy sigh coming from the direction of Ingo, a sound like knuckles cracking following a moment after. Silence followed, just a second, though it felt as though it stretched into an eternity. And you were still tense, your muscles already beginning to ache and twinge. You were certain that you’d be feeling absolutely miserable when you finally got home and had a chance to rest. All this was stressing you the fuck out- not to mention that you had been on your feet all day before entering this accursed train.

You paused. When you got home. That was beginning to sound a lot like wishful thinking on your part.

‘If’ was probably more like it.

The man at the window finally broke the silence, the sound of his deep voice catching you slightly off guard, “You may look, it’s completely safe now.”

You couldn’t help your hesitation, and you honestly felt that you could hardly be blamed for it. But either way, trepidation be damned. You carefully opened your eyes, blinking away the little black floaties, and blinking again in surprise. Your cabin, despite the many sounds of violence and destruction, was still completely pristine. Not a single stain to be seen, not a single shard of shattered glass- hell, even Ingo looked exactly the same, not a hair on his head out of place.

Your voice was hoarse when you finally spoke for the first time.

“What the fuck is happening?”

Emmet had moved to stand next to Ingo, both men now standing directly in front of you. Your voice and tone had seemingly taken them off guard, both men’s eyes wide and brows raised. Ingo at least had the decency to look mostly surprised, while Emmet’s smile looked positively gleeful.

Gleeful, you thought, and much too wide to be natural.

           You did not give them time to respond, your hands trembling and your breathing short and labored. Your mind was going a mile a minute, and your mouth struggled to keep up with it.

        “Who are you? Where am I?" 

        A pause, a thought occurring to you and making an uncomfortable, lead-heavy pit in your stomach, "Am I dead? Is this Hell?”

        There was an uncomfortable and much too long beat of silence, both men staring down at you with untradable expressions. One smiling, one frowning, you were beginning to figure that that was just their defaults. The beat lasted long enough that you found yourself beginning to spiral, beginning to actually believe that you had somehow died and been sent to a hell of your very own.

        An oddly specifically themed hell. It wasn't like you hated public transit or anything, certainly not enough for your eternal damnation to center around it.

        "We are your conductors,” the frowning one, Ingo said, breaking the silence with a tip of his hat and the slight swaying of his lantern. The violet light was lost against the black of his cloak, as if it was being swallowed by a black pitcher than even the empty vacuum of space. A true darkness, heavy and velveteen. You looked away, turning now to the one in white.

        There was definitely something underneath his coat, you could clearly see the retreating shape of a long, sharp limb under his collar. The back of your neck arose in goosebumps, feeling a little like a spider skittering down your spine.

       “We will take you to where you need to be. Or to where you are wanted." 

        Emmet’s smile did not falter as he spoke, looking a bit like the cat who ate the canary. You found your fear underlined by frustration, he was having far too much fun with this.

        The train bounced a little, shifting and shaking along the rails. You were aware of the darkness outside, creeping into the edge of your vision, just on the borders of your awareness, “You haven't answered any of my questions." 

        The two shared a look, a silent conversation playing out between the two. They truly were the mirror image of the other, tall and gangly, pale as death, silver eyes shining under the shadow of their caps. It was difficult to place what made them so disconcerting, you supposed it was the sum of many small oddities that made your amygdala cry out. You were familiar with the concept: the uncanny valley. Something about these men put them comfortably in the lowest part of that valley.

         "I am Emmet,” he said with a smile, bowing at his waist and tipping his hat, "My brother is Ingo.”

          You knew that much, you wanted to snap, but you somehow held your tongue. Ingo bowed in turn, stiff and formal. The train stuttered, your form swaying with the movements of your car. They remained completely still.

        You swallowed, closing your eyes and rubbing your hand against your forehead. You had one hell of a migraine coming on, suddenly feeling far too warm to be comfortable. The metal wall behind you was much too hot, like a metal slide that had been baking in the sun all day. You covered your face, focusing on your breathing, trying to fight panic’s vice grip on your lungs.

         “For fuck’s sake," you murmured, “Maybe this is Hell." 

        “It is not," came the response, and you found that you could recognize the voice as Ingo’s. For all their similarities, their voices were different. That, at least, made them feel a little more like real people.

        You uncovered your face and opened your eyes to look at him, just in time to watch as the scenery outside the windows shifted. The shadows were swept away with an ear piercing screech, clawing at the sides of the tunnel and the train with claws that dripped and tore, eaten away by a light that was violent and bloody. Flames, you realized too late, bright and dancing, licking against the sides of your car with a wild hunger, smoke billowing and staining the windows with ash. Silhouetted in the fire, you swore you could see the vague shapes of people, arms raised, grasping at nothing, skin melting like wax.

        You slowly turned your head so that you were looking Ingo straight in the face, a brow raised and your expression deadpan.

         “You sure about that, buddy?" 

         Emmet snickered, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, looking pointedly away from his glowering brother. He at least appreciated situational irony.

        “Despite the scenery,” Ingo snapped, his sharp elbow digging into Emmet’s side, the other man barely flinching at the contact, “I can assure you, you are not in hell." 

        “Nor are you dead," Emmet tacked on, pushing Ingo’s arm away and shooting him a grin that came across as entirely shit eating.

       Huh. That certainly humanized them a little. They were definitely brothers, that much was for sure. It was oddly endearing to see a pair of horrifying, uncanny, probably monsters still had that classic sibling relationship.

        That being said…

        Your line of sight decided past them and to the faintly glowing window behind them. Opposed to the silence of the previous tunnel, this one has a faint, ever present whooshing that brought pictures of a crematory to your mind. You felt you really couldn't be blamed for jumping to the whole ‘dead and in hell’ conclusion, especially not when your ears picked up on the faint screaming that underlined the sound of the raging flames.

        Yeah, maybe you shouldn't look at that right now.

        You turned back to the strange pair, tentatively standing from your seat. They watched you, making no movement to stop you, as you began to pace slowly up and down the middle pathway. They only stood, ever watchful, seeming to allow you the time to process. Another stolen glance out the window, your throat tight and burning- like you had inhaled lungfulls of smoke. You weren't sure which fate seemed worse to you now- engulfed in hungry shadows, or devoured by wild, feral flames.

        “This is not your stop," Ingo said, his almost casual tone breaking you out of your reverie, “You are not for the Inferno." 

        It was a cold comfort, the grimace on your face saying as much, “Gee. Thanks." 

        Emmet’s shoulders shook a little, a hand covering his ever present grin as he pointedly looked away and to the ground, “I am Emmet, and you are veerrry funny." 

        You didn't miss the way Ingo shot him with a stern, almost venomous glare, the brothers seeming to have a silent conversation between themselves. Emmet straightened, his smile lacking the mirth you had heard just a moment ago, his brows furrowed and his jaw tight. You were beginning to notice that Emmet was far more expressive than his brother, much easier to read. Still stilted, of course, still entirely unnatural. But… easier.

        Ingo, on the other hand…

        “I suggest you take your seat," he said, his tone strangely warm, despite the circumstances, “It is safer that way." 

        Your brows furrowed, and you crossed your arms. Something had left you feeling emboldened- though you weren't quite sure what. Maybe it was the fact that they hadn't hurt you yet. Maybe it was how Emmet kept laughing at your poor attempts at witty commentary. Either way, you weren't going to back down. Not until you had some actual, tangible answers.

        "Where are we going?" You asked plainly.

        “To where you are needed," Ingo replied, his tone equally as matter-of-fact.

        “Which is?" 

         “Which has yet to be determined." 

        Your arms uncrossed, spreading out in front of you in the universal gesture of what the fuck are you talking about. Ingo didn't even shrug, just continued to stare at you with his blank, stupid, frowning face.

        “So you’re saying you don't know?" A quick glare shot towards the snickering Emmet, "Neither of you know?" 

        “Rest assured, we will take you where you need to go.”

        You couldn't do much but fix Ingo with another, even more frustrated stare. He was a completely blank wall, you couldn't get anything close to a read on him.

        "You guys suck at this,” you said at length, plopping down into the closest seat next to you and allowing your head to hang limply, "What kind of conductors don't know where they’re going?”

        Or, in this case, knew, and wouldn't tell their unwitting passenger.

        "I'm gonna give you a bad review on, like, Demon Yelp, or whatever you use." 

        That got another chuckle from Emmet, though you were beginning to think it wasn't your charming, wry humor he was laughing at.

        There was no response beyond that, and the fire you had been feeding from was replaced by a cold, crushing hopelessness. The scenery seemed to change with your mood, the raging flames swept away by a cold, cloying, and heavy fog. It was all grey outside your car’s windows, faint shafts of light dispersing in strange, disorienting ways. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes without your consent, an inescapable sense of loneliness causing your chest to clench now. Your emotions were swinging around faster than you could keep up with, leaving you exhausted at the edge of it all. 

         “Interesting," you faintly heard, Emmet, maybe. You decided not to humor that with a response.

Your hands went to your head, cradling it as you bit back sobs. The reality of your situation, which you had thought you had reckoned with, was really sinking in now. You were trapped, completely and utterly, with no idea as to where you were going to end up or how long it would take. Forever, maybe.

You didn’t see the look the pair exchanged, another silent conversation playing out that you were not privy to. Ingo blinked slowly, nodding almost imperceptibly, and Emmet’s smile softened slightly at the edges. A decision had been made, though you were not aware of it. However, there was a slight shift in the air that you did feel, the air feeling thicker, heavy with something you couldn’t quite place.

There was the sound of a throat clearing, awkward and stilted, drawing you to peek through your fingers at the two. You think it had been Ingo, judging from the vaguely uncomfortable tightness to his frown. He was staring at you, per usual- to be frank you were beginning to ask yourself if you had seen them blink once. You were leaning towards no.

        “For what it is worth," he began, his grimace highlighted with that strange, purple lamplight, "We are sorry that you must go through this.”

        There was that anger again, though it was weak as candlelight, a sharp retort ripping up your throat and towards your tongue-

       Emmet cut you off, "We do not choose our passengers. But the Train comes only to those who Need it."

        “Or to those who are Wanted," Ingo finished.

        Your throat felt tight again, scratchy and dry like you hadn't had anything to drink in days.

        How long had you been here, anyway?

        The tunnel was shifting yet again, the mist fading and revealing stone walls dotted with cavernous openings that served as windows into tunnel systems. Some were filled with water, others buried in dirt- the train was moving too quickly for you to take stock of them all. But this, at least, felt a little more natural as the backdrop to a cursed subway. After all, the underground was where it was meant to be. Not in shadows, not in fire- and certainly not in the fog.

        Your hand drifted to your chest, finding that you could think a little clearer now. Whatever cotton that had filled your mind was gone now, and your chest didn’t feel nearly as heavy as it did in the mist. The loneliness was all but gone, replaced with a vague sense of claustrophobia. Nothing you couldn't compartmentalize, but enough to make you feel a little cramped in the walls of your train car.

        You sighed, your head leaning back and resting against the glass behind you. You had so many questions, more than you knew what to do with. But you were starting to accept that not all of them would be answered. Maybe they didn't need to be.

        No use fighting, you thought, closing your eyes and focusing on steadying your breathing, Whatever happens now is out of your hands.

        “How much longer?"

        Your voice seemed to surprise them both, a slight widening in Emmet’s eyes giving that much away. You wondered why that was- surely they had been expecting you to respond.

         “Not long now," Ingo replied, his tone carrying something heavy that you couldn't quite place.

          “Alright,” you said, and the cabin went quiet again.

        You didn't fight him on it, nor did you reply with some clever retort. Partially because you couldn't think of one, but mostly because you just… didn’t care to. It seemed as though you had finally reached acceptance in whatever emotional rollercoaster you had been forced into, and you were grateful for the numbness at your temples.

         After a while, and after the pair exchanged another set of looks, they moved to stand at either side of you in what seemed like a silent vigil. They weren't looking at you anymore, their eyes gazing aimlessly ahead of them, like a pair of stone guardians on either side of a chapel’s doors. You hated that you found a slight comfort in their presence, hated that you felt just a little more secure with the strange men standing next to you. You hated that you didn't even flinch when you saw what was definitely a spider skitter out from Emmet’s coat pocket and up his sleeve.

        Wait, actually, what the fuck? Hold up. That was so gross!

        “Dude," you muttered, your eyes narrowed and your lips turned in a grimace, "How many spiders do you have under there?" 

        Emmet started snickering, his fingers twitching with a strange clicking noise, like porcelain joints clattering against one another. Ingo groaned- a comfortingly human noise coming from him.

        “Don't get him started," Ingo hissed, “We’ll be here for hours." 

        “What? Why?" You shifted to better look at the brother in black, the corners of your mouth turning up in mirth, “Do they all have names or something?" 

       Ingo almost sounded like he was in pain when he responded through gritted teeth, "Yes. They do.”

        That got a laugh out of you. A loud, full belly laugh that felt insanely good after what was probably hours of terror. You missed the way Emmet’s smile softened, missed the way Ingo’s hands tensed in a grasping motion at his side. You missed the sharp edge in their eyes, the exchanged glance between them- far too busy covering your face and giggling to notice.

        “Good God," you breathed, looking up at Emmet and noticing absolutely nothing different about him, “That's incredible. They all have names?”

        His grin almost seemed natural when he looked down at him, although you were quick to note that he had a few to many teeth, “All one-hundred-fifty of them.”

        You balked, going a bit pale at that. That… that was far too many spiders. Even if they weren't all apparently hidden under his coat, it was more spiders than you could really picture. Though, knowing they were all on his person didn't do anything to dampen your horror. You had half a mind to ask if he was lying, but something in his face made you think he was being honest. You decided to slide a little bit away from him and closer to Ingo, finding the cold light of his lamp a little more comforting. Emmet’s shoulders were shaking with silent laughter, the bastard.

          “Ew," a beat, the mental image stark in your head- one hundred crawling things, “Eeewww!"

        Ingo snorted, the sound taking you entirely off guard. That was the first time he had made a noise even remotely like a laugh. You didn't have much time to react to that, though.

        “That is veerrry rude," the man in white grinned, bending at his waist to get in your level. You would honestly describe his expression as shit eating, and it really only served to humanize him a little more.

        You stuck your tongue out at him, shuffling away and nearly bumping into Ingo, “It's gross, though! That's too many spiders!" 

        "There is no such thing.”

         "There absolutely is!”

         You hated that you were actually enjoying the back and forth, finding yourself relaxing and letting your guard down. Which was almost certainly a huge, potentially deadly mistake. But you couldn't deny that it felt really nice to do so. Even if this train was ferrying you to your certain demise, it was good to have a little bit of brevity in the situation, wasn't it? You figured Emmet would agree, at least, the man straightening up with a light chuckle and patting his breast pocket with his gloved hand. You narrowed your eyes, there was probably a spider in there. Freak.

        The car lapsed into a surprisingly comfortable silence, nothing but the sound of your own breathing to fill the void. That, and the return of the sound of rumbling wheels on the tracks. You hadn't realized how much you had missed the sound. It was almost peaceful, lulling you into a further sense of security.

        The security didn't last long, though.

        The car lurched, like it had gone over a bump in the road, the wheels screeching and shooting sparks, lighting the walls of the stone tunnel you had been going through. You jumped at the noise, immediately tense and ready for whatever horror would come next. You didn't miss how Emmet tensed slightly, nor did you miss the quiet, almost dejected sigh from Ingo. Your brows furrowed, your jaw clenched tight and your heart pounding in your chest. Somehow it was their reactions that disconcerted you the most. If they were worried, then surely-

        “We are approaching your stop.”

        Ingo’s voice broke you out of your thought spiral, drawing you back into your body and grounding you back to whatever reality you were trapped in. He sounded disappointed, and maybe a little sad. It made your stomach drop.

        You felt like maybe you should pray, though you weren't sure for what. Mercy, maybe? No, more like some good luck for once in your life. Luck that you wouldn't wind up trapped somewhere worse than this. 

        You took a trembling breath in, watching as the scenery shifted again, blurring together into something cold and grey. Concrete, you realized. 

        Your fists were clenched in your lap when you spoke, “Do you know what’s waiting for me?" 

        The train was slowing to a stop, the screeching doing nothing to help your migraine.

        “That is for you to find out," said Emmet, his smile tight around the edges.

        “But we will walk you to the exit," Ingo added. 

        You nodded, finding that you wanted them to. They had been there for everything else, it only felt right to finish it out with them nearby.

        You didn't have much to say when you stood, your eyes fixed on the ground, watching their perfectly polished shoes click against the metal floor as they moved. You didn't want to see what was waiting for you. Ingo offered his arm, which you found yourself taking. He was just as cold as you had expected- the surprising thing was the firmness of his arm under his clothing. Like it was made of some kind of hard material rather than flesh and blood. You decided not to think too much about it. Emmet was on your other side, a glance out of the corner of your eye showing that he had his hands clenched into fists as he walked you towards the sliding double doors. His jaw was tight, the light glinting off it in a way that brought to mind porcelain dolls and plastic mannequins. His eyes darted down to meet yours, his expression somehow unreadable.

        It felt distinctly like you were being marched to the gallows.

        The doors slid open with a hiss, and the pair stopped short of the exit. Ingo squeezed your arm, a gesture that you were sure was supposed to be encouraging, even if it did fall a bit short. You appreciated it nonetheless.

        “Here you are," he murmured, removing himself from your grasp and folding his arms behind his back.

        Emmet’s hand ghosted against your other arm before mirroring his brother’s pose, “We wish you luck." 

        You swallowed a lump in your throat that was big enough to almost make you gag. You really couldn't avoid looking away from your fate much longer, you knew.

        “Thank you," you managed to force out, your voice a tight and trembling thing, “It's been… interesting.”

        There was Emmet’s snicker again, punctuated by a breathy sigh from Ingo. At least they had a good humor about it all, you supposed.

        “Take care," Ingo said, his tone warm and surprisingly kind.

        "We’ll be seeing you!" Emmet added, his voice loud and chipper, “Veerrry soon." 

         You didn't get to reply before you were quite literally shoved through the open doors, your hands slamming on the ground to catch your fall. You whirled around to shout at the pair, to raise hell at them for being rude enough to literally throw you off their train- but there was nothing there. There was not a single sign anything had been there, not even the smell of burning metal a part of you had been expecting. They were just… gone. Left you to your fate like it was nothing.

        Which, speaking of…

        You turned to address your surroundings, a pit of dread in your stomach, only to find that you were back in the subway. The actual, real subway, the sign on the wall across from you cheerfully announcing that it was your stop. In fact, now that you were listening for it, you could hear the faint hustle and bustle of the street above, the howling of sirens, and the beeping of car horns.

         It was like nothing had happened.

         You didn't get up until a friendly janitor found you, at least fifteen minutes later. He helped you to your feet and kindly offered to call you a ride, slightly confused as to why you were sobbing against him. He took you to the security office, also populated, and you sat for a long time in an uncomfortable plastic chair, a bottle of water clenched in your trembling hands.

         You were back.

         It hadn't been what you were expecting. Not at all. Though you wouldn't say you weren't grateful for it. Your mind was stuck on being shocked, though- numb to the world around it and stuffed with cotton. It was only when you finally plopped down in a cab that the head of subway security had been kind enough to pay for that you finally processed what Emmet had said. You clenched your fists, shaking your head and putting it out of your head. He was wrong.

        With any luck, you would never see them again.

🖤 ▵ 🔲 𝓘𝓷𝓰𝓸 🔲 ▵ 🖤

When love hits Ingo, it takes him a while to realize that these feelings aren’t purely platonic.

It’s either because he’s oblivious or inexperienced with romance.

Doesn’t matter though, because when he first starts to feel that pull towards you, he just knows that he always wants to be near you.

Ingo wants to be your friend so bad! But he didn’t know how to ask without it sounding like a business proposal.

Emmet had to ask for him and initiate the friendship. He was so forward with it, too. Ingo nearly pulled the breaks on the conversation because he was so red and flustered over how his brother put him in the spotlight like that.

Ingo thinks you’re cool. Your job? Interesting. Your stories? Pleasant to hear. Your Pokémon? Absolutely stunning and asks if you want to have a group play date.

Despite this all, he still manages to keep that frowny face. It’s kinda uncanny with him speaking nothing but goodness over you while wearing that frown but it’s charming.

Especially in the moments where his eyes softens and the ends of his lips curls upwards. Aren’t you lucky? His cat-like smile was only reserved for his family and close friends.

Every time he catches a glimpse of a color you frequently wear, his head immediately snaps up to see if it was you in the crowd.

His frown somehow deepens when it’s not you.

Ingo is such a gentleman! The type of guy to give you his coat on chilly days, open any doors for you and pull out chairs, keeping you close to him as he navigates through busy areas….

Basically, I’m a believer that’s he’s an old fashioned guy. An odd, old fashioned guy (and we love that <3)

Great man with great life advice. He’s got you when you need them (not for romantic advice lmao)

But like his speech, his advice includes heavy train analogy 🚂

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll make the effort to lower his voice around you.

Doesn’t realize that half the things he’s done for you can be considered romantic.

He really hopes that you will challenge the battle lines! If you make it to his cart, he would shower you and your team with loud praises and show you his best self when battling.

Ingo would even research your preferred Pokémon typing and interests. He’ll even give you advice of some strategies and be an active listener when you talk about your likes.

He would start to offer you potions and berries.

For a while, he puts up this friendly and professional front. He doesn’t want you to think less of him if you see his mask slip.

Like many, I headcanon him as the older twin, so he does harbor insecurities such as bottling his emotions to appear more “reliable” and feeling like it’s expected of him to make sacrifices for everyone.

If you offer him your shoulder to cry on and give him promises of being there for him, he would feel so relieved. It would touch him to know that you don’t mind him without his mask.

Mans so stiff. But he would like to slow dance with you.

He gets caught up in that daydream every time he catches the speakers playing classical or love songs at the station.

Keeps mental tabs on your favorites. Window shopping for Ingo will never be the same (He once stood outside of a display for twenty minutes debating whether or not he should get you an item he’d think you’d like.)

You’re just his favorite person (that isn’t his brother or Elesa)

As his feelings for you grow, he will call you by your name less and start picking up nicknames like “Dear” and “Dearest”. He did, on one occasion before confessing, let a “sweetheart” slip out. When you caught that, Ingo was not looking at you as he was busy hiding his red face behind his hat.

The day Ingo realized that friends shouldn’t be this affectionate and that he liked you, it hit him like a train.

Though, he accepted it quick, and changed tracks so he can see if there was a chance that you’d feel the same.

But by that point, his love for you grows to be too much. His heart yearns for yours, his soul aching to merge the tracks of life with yours.

With a pleasant restaurant marked down for later and his brother giving him a supportive slap on the back, Ingo faces you and in his own, loud, conductor-esque way, tells you how much he loves you. Do you feel the same?

🤍 ▿ 🔳 𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓽 🔳 ▿ 🤍

Love? Ha. No.

He acknowledges that you’re attractive. He acknowledges that he may harbor a crush on you.

But the minute Emmet feels his crush solidifying into an infatuation, he’s at war. He’s in denial about that.

Emmet loves to see your face, especially your smile with matching bright eyes.

He tries extra hard to be the main reason for your smile.

If you battle, most likely every time he sees you he’ll demand a battle. Get those handy dandy potions ready because he is still not going easy on you.

If anything, Emmet goes all out on your battles. An excuse to show off his skills and Pokémon. But if you lose, he doesn’t get in your face about it. He would praise both you and your Pokémon’s efforts and share some battling advice. He would also offer you potions and berries.

A favorite of his is spending time with you talking about strategies and both of your Pokémon teams. Think of all the combinations! Emmet would still enjoy it if you just listened to him as well.

Emmet also likes listening to you too! Your rambles are verrrry interesting!

Definitely look into your interests in his free time. He wants to be the best conversation person!

Also, gossip bestie. He likes a good gossip session 💅

Somehow, he always manages to spook you when he suddenly appears at your side. For someone with long strides, he’s pretty quiet.

It’s just that every time he spots you in the crowd, he immediately b-lines towards you. One time, it took Ingo ten minutes to realize that Emmet wasn’t walking with him anymore and had stop to talk with you.

Has a tendency to drag you around when he’s excited. Doesn’t realize it until you say something and completely do a 180. AKA, he completely removes himself from you and pretends that nothing happened.

Mans got a bad case of cuteness aggression. Why??? Are??? You??? so??? CUTE????

Replays your conversations in his head all day. Files any important details away in his mind for safe keeping. Emmet also tends to daydream about future conversations and how to wow you.

On that topic, also daydreams about successfully sweeping you off your feet.

He would like very much to go on different outings with you. It also just be a simple walk and it’s be enough for him.

When he gets offered sweets, instead of saving them for his brother, he would now offer them to you if you’d enjoy confectioneries (Ingo cannot know about this betrayal)

His signature smile does get a bit wobbly and rosey when he interacts with you.

Emmet also teases you. It can be by flirting or playful jabs. He likes to see all the expressions he can pull from you.

He’s very physically affectionate. Squishing your cheeks, full on hugs that squeezes the air out of your lungs, doing that hold holding thing where he swings your intertwined hands to match his strides.

Emmet would also respect it if you didn’t want to be touched. Last thing he wants to do is to make you uncomfortable.

You need an opinion? Emmet is as blunt and honest as an old woman. He will say that outfit does not look right and save you from a wardrobe malfunction. But he will tell you when something looks great.

His compliments are straightforward, you may end up with a red face.

His brutal honesty is also good for snapping you out of delulu land. He really doesn’t intend on making you feel bad, he just wants to help.

He doesn’t tell anyone, but when his feelings grow genuine, he has self-deprecating thoughts over how this friendship is an elaborate cruel prank of yours.

You can’t possibly enjoy his presence that much. Doesn’t he get annoying? Doesn’t he get too rude or too pushy with battles? Doesn’t his train talk get tiring?

Emmet thinks of himself as the weirder one of the twins. There’s not a lot of people approaching them with a genuine friendship, much less with him.

As the younger brother, he tends to downplay his misfortune and shut himself out when he’s going through something. He doesn’t want to add on any more burdens to Ingo.

But with you, you make him feel safe to act like himself. You make sure to let him know that he doesn’t need to cut out parts of himself to make you enjoy his company.

After hearing that, he decided that he can’t have you disappear from his life. You’re verrry important to him, now.

The Joltiks, man. You will find some stowaways on you, either by their own choosing or Emmet planting them on you.

Gets more starry eyed if you baby them like he would. The Joltiks are a testament to see if you’re a Real One.

Affectionately would call you “Dear”, “Darling”, or when you two are dating, “Baby”.

Emmet likes upbeat music. When he hears it, he feels like dancing. He imagines dancing with you and swinging you around and around.

Your giggles would be music to his ears. Don’t be shy now, he wants to hear how happy you are with him.

At some point, he comes to terms with the fact that he’s fallen in love with you. You, his friend that doesn’t shame him for being himself and being his rock.

There was no planning, no prolonging when he realizes this. Because when the two of you are enjoying a moment together, Emmet holds you close and tells you he loves you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Emmet can be an absolutely awful tease. Could even just leave you hanging for a day if you let him get away with. It ties back a little into the public sex stuff, where he’d enjoy doing something like making you walk around with a toy inside you… And making sure to keep an eye on you so that you don’t actually get to cum. He’ll keep you needy all day until you crack and go beg him for some attention, which he may or may not give depending on how he feels. So, yes, in short, a very big tease.

Ingo

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ingo has had sex a couple of times, but he’s found that he doesn’t really enjoy casual sex all that much. He’s been so busy with his job and improving as a trainer that he hasn’t had much time for a long-term relationship either. That does translate him into not being all that experienced. However, that doesn’t mean he’s not eager to learn. At some point in your relationship he’s starting to do genuine research into what might be able to make you feel the best… And, in a roundabout way, because he’s a little embarrassed, he’ll start to ask after your preferences.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This might be obvious, but Ingo is noisy during sex. There’s absolutely no way you can have a little fun with him in even a semi-public space (like his office) without anyone nearby being able to hear. You’re lucky if you don’t get noise complaints from neighbours. He just can’t help it! Ingo moans a lot and has a tendency to ramble during sex, consistently losing his train of thought about halfway through what he was saying. If you want him to quiet down, you’re actually going to have to gag him. Even then, his lips will start to move around whatever’s in his mouth as soon as he loses his focus and forgets that he’s supposed to be quiet.

Volo

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Volo never fails to cum inside of you. If you’re able to get pregnant, Volo is a little obsessed with cumming inside of you. There’s not much of the way of contraceptives in Hisui, other than simply pulling out. But Volo, most of the time, doesn’t even do that much. Oh, he’ll pretend that it’s a mistake and that it hadn’t been on purpose, but the reality is that it absolutely is. He’s interested in a child more for the sake of carrying on his bloodline, the ancient people of who there are so little left, and the way you’ll be more dependent on him during pregnancy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kanto

Red

Ah the original silent protagonist. I love this man so much, even more after his cameo is Sun and Moon. I’m not sure what it is about him but he has this strange allure to him, although I doubt that’s a unique opinion on silent characters. Anyway, onto the headcannons.

This is almost a given with the silent types but I feel like he is an amazing listener, only ever nodding to show he’s still listening or giving small “mhms”

You’re probably the only one he comfortably talks to other than Blue.

In public he likes holding your hand, he often communicates through squeezing your hand or fiddling with your fingers.

Psychic boyfriend No.1

This man can just tell what you need, when you need it. Whether it’s comfort cuddles after a bad day of for period troubles.

Speaking of period troubles, this man not only will buy you whatever you need, he’ll wash the sheets, run you a bath and let you use him as a personal heater.

Yandere + NSFW

This man doesn’t open up to people easily yet you made him fall apart.

You made him stutter, drop things and slip up in battles when you cheered for him, he’s whipped.

You were the only woman that’s ever caught his attention and you aren’t leaving him anytime soon.

So get used to him possessively having a hand on you at all times, glaring daggers at any other person you pay attention to.

He’s a very private person so isn’t one to leave marks on you openly, but he does take great pleasure in leaving dark marks on your thighs.

Speaking of thighs… he’s a giver, do what you want with that.

Blue

Ah the smug bastard rival, and I promise you… he’s still insufferable, but in a loving way.

Bullies you playfully. A day doesn’t go by where he doesn’t mess up your hair and trip you up.

But he loves you truly.

You could not have asked for a more cuddly man, I didn’t expect to have this headcannon but I imagine this man is very eager to stay cuddled up to you as much as possible.

Although he talks a lot and loves it when you compliment him, I also think he’s a good listener, but like I’m a hype man way.

He’ll sit by the bathroom door while you’re in the bath letting you vent about anything you want just egging you on. “Wow she sounds like a bitch-“

A man who loves PDA, it’s his favourite way of staking his claim on your beautiful self.

Yandere + NSFW

Has dated his fair share of girls, but he wants you so bad.

He will fight for you, no matter what. This man will abuse whatever position he has to impress you. A relative of the professor’s, ex Champion, and a gym leader. He will do whatever he can to have you.

He is incredibly touchy, the moment other people aren’t looking, his hands are under your shirt. Nibbling your neck and kissing your earlobes. Actually he’d do that even with people watching,

Although he’d be mighty mad if someone watched your gorgeous body, he might even hurt someone.

Brock

This man is underrated.

The most loveable family man you’ll ever meet.

He loves to cook for you. Everyday. Please let this man make you breakfast in bed.

In fact no, he wants you to cook with him. All romantic. His chest to your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ears while you chop up vegetables.

If you get along with his siblings, he will propose to you on the spot.

Very openly affectionate, but never goes further than a hug in public… ok maybe you can get a kiss on the cheek.

Yandere + NSFW

This man has a breeding kink… you can’t change my mind.

He wants a nice big family and the idea of you, heavy and round with his baby. Not to mention how your… other assets will change.

Will happily suffocate in your tits, and if you’re pregnant, he will help relieve any discomfort you have.

If another man hurt you in any way, he’s going to go… missing. He’d break a man in half over his knee for you, and his Onix is very strong.

Lance

Am I the only one who would smash? Yes? No? Alrighty-

He’s always hits me as a someone who likes spending time with his lover in silence.

Not opposed to PDA but gets worried about his fans potentially harassing you, let’s you borrow his dragonite to escort you between towns.

Away from the public and just with his friends (elite four mainly) he loves to have you by his side, often whispering things about his day to you, information he only shares with you.

Also a man who is very hot, like he’s warm constantly, will be the best snuggler when it’s cold.

Yandere + NSFW

Originally I thought this man would be rather… vanilla but I feel like he’d be into wax play. I can’t explain it, but I can picture him loving to spill wax all over your tits.

For the more yandere side of things, he’s the strongest dragon trainer in Kanto. He will use his influence to make himself your only option, not that you’d realise, he’s not an idiot.

Giovanni

BARK BARK BARK GRRR MAFIA DADDY-

Your relationship is hidden very well from most people, you don’t get to villain status with a clean record and no enemies.

Despite that, you love a life of luxury baby.

He loves nothing more than to pamper you. His beautiful girl sat on his lap, with her hair all done up and nails all pretty. Now that’s the life.

Yandere + NSFW

I think he has great Yandere potential.

You sat comfortably on his lap in his office, his hands trailing comfortably under your skirt.

He loves watching you squirm as his fingers traces tight circles- well that’s all you get for now.

As I mentioned before, I believe he’d default to yandere to be honest.

He would not hesitate to kidnap but I like the idea that he’d try and woo you first. Dinner dates… wine… murdering his competitors.

Yeah, he’d be a yandere.

Johto

(I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never played these ones so I have no significant opinion on any of the characters)

Hoenn

Steven

This is just a crow in a human form, mr I love shiny rocks (me fr fr)

His love language is most definitely gift giving. Your shared house is littered with crystals and shiny things he’s found over his travels.

He loves to press kisses all over your fingers, buying you as many rings as possible for you and him to match. If he buys himself a new ring you’re getting one too.

Loves showing you off to the elite four, and begs that his dad approves. Not that he needs his approval but it’d be awkward if he didn’t.

Yandere + NSFW

Possessive as fuck.

You ain’t getting away from him easily. He will track you down as long as he needs to before you calm down and quit running away.

Loves pampering you once you behave though.

He kisses up your legs to your thighs, such passionate loving words followed by the mantra of “dirty girl” and “slut”

Maxie

Ok all the villains just radiate Yandere energy- so they’re all gonna be pure yandere + NSFW warning

This man doesn’t have it in him to kidnap someone… oh wait that’s a lie.

When he met you that all changed

He needs you, he would hurt anyone to get you to himself.

He’d leave dark bites on your neck, massaging your hips to tangle you together.

Another man I think would be into wax play, also a corruption kink. (No I won’t elaborate)

Archie

Big brute of a man… he’s going to make you beg for his mercy.

He loves holding you in his lap, cradling you delicately while he peppers kisses along your neck.

Will bite you, this man is a shark and will leave slightly bloody bite marks all over your body.

This man eats pussy for breakfast, you will never not cum first, a truly good man.

He is far more eager to kill a man to prove his love for you than he should be.

Sinnoh

I’ll be honest I tried to but I’m tired and I’m just going to be writing Yandere and NSFW headcannons. I’m sorry people-

Barry

This boy is so happy to finally have met someone who loves him… you’re not allowed to leave, he’ll cry.

For some reason I see this mans as wanting a family… he wants to be a more present father than his own.

Not one to leave marks on you but will beg you to stay home so he can cuddle and pamper you all day.

When he eventually takes over the battle frontier (he so would you can’t tell em otherwise) he will use that position to “protect you”.

Cyrus

Ah yes, the cold emotionless man who falls for a sweet woman and kills all competition… I approve!

PDA? Who is that? The most you’ll get from him is his hand on your shoulder moment before he orders team galactic to handle someone who was making moves on you.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. You’re the only woman he could ever love.

He lays awkwardly in bed but melts when your head rests on his chest, that was when the yandere switch flipped and he locked you in his apartment.

At least the man lays some good pipe, also this man has a bondage kink cause I said so.

Unova

Elesa

You think that the world won’t notice the famous model and gym leader with a girl on her arm. You’re going to end up centre of the Unova news for the next month.

She loves this though, now everyone knows you belong to her, and anyone who ignores that will just get zapped.

Prepare to share clothes, and prepare for her to watch you undress, she can’t help herself.

The woman loves to zap you, just lightly though, you’ll live… and probably cum.

Emmett + Ingo

Yes you get both, these two are a package deal ok?

Now… prepare to never leave their sight.

They want you at every battle, cheering them on, cuddling with the Joltiks or napping in their office using their coats as blankets.

Now… ok these two are kinky. They just are-

Ingo is 100% a family man, big breeding kink.

I think Emmett is more, adventurous, bondage and impact play seems right in my opinion.

Love to… “threaten” to throw people on the tracks when they flirt with you.

N

Aww what a sweet little thing, come and give me a hug- now time to hide you away where no one can ever see you again!

Honestly, he probably fell for you after seeing your relationship with your Pokemon. Almost every Pokemon you see likes you.

He’s very possessive over you. It’s no secret that he was raised in an incredibly unhealthy way, so he can’t exactly discern between inappropriate and appropriate behaviour in pursuing his courtship with you.

Now onto more NSFW art themes, he 100% praises you constantly and makes sure you’re tended to first. Often ends up super pent up because he wants to take care of you but sometimes go so far and overstimulates you. Don’t worry, the aftercare is amazing though.

Ghetsis

. . . Bastard

I’m only including this mother fucker because he’s so evil he’d be one of the most extreme Yanderes out of all of them. And because if still smash because I’m sinful-

The moment he sees you and falls for you, you can bet you’re getting kidnapped, sorry you just are.

I would bet money that he is the most possessive out of all of them but, and hear me out, would also be kinda attentive?

I can totally picture him being cold and accidentally upsetting you only to spend the rest of the next day showering you on gifts.

You’d also be seen as a god to the rest of team plasma, so enjoy being worshipped.

Oh and NSFW… spanking, degrading and tying you up, enjoy

Colress

Ah yes, my adorable scientist that I think is a kinky motherfucker-

He would make a collar to track you when you leave his side, he isn’t too keen on the idea of locking you insider after all.

Wouldn’t kidnap you but would murder the competitors.

Anyway onto the kinks I think would suit him…

He’d 100% make different types of vibrators so he can cuff you to the bed and watch you squirm. Considered making you a ball gag but he gets off on your moans, that does mean he ends up edging you before fucking you himself.

Kalos

Lysandre

Sugar daddy

I could leave that like that but fine fine I’ll feed you horny bastards.

He parades you around more than any of the others, always making sure you’re wearing the finest clothes. Usually also wearing his jacket, he can’t stand gawkers staring. Admiring your beauty he can handle, but staring at his woman is punishable by a flamethrower.

You live the luxury life. Fancy bath soaps and massages. Cafe trips daily so he can make sure you’re eating well. Sex in the back of his car in secluded car parks when you’ve been misbehaving at dinner.

He’s a rough lover but amazing with aftercare, so there’s that.

Alola

Nanu

Dilf energy… and I’m hungry for it I’ll be honest.

So tired, but you give him energy. Energy to do crime to keep you to himself but still energy. But hey why argue, you get to cuddle his cats all day.

Also, if you’re a trainer that has cat Pokemon… he’d probably marry you. Proposal on sight. Already on one knee.

He isn’t very openly affectionate but as long as no one is around he’ll always have an arm around your waist. You’re well protected.

Another man that I believe would make sure you cum first every time. Just make sure you have a warm bath after for your back, he hits me as a rough lover.

Guzma

Oh you poor girl… not because he’s going to treat you bad but he’s obsessed.

You’re probably kidnapped by team skull but you had no idea it was a kidnapping, it was more of a scooby-doo chase.

Yeah you now have like 50 babies to care for but don’t worry, big sis Plumeria and your new husband will help you. What you don’t remember getting married? Oh silly, you belonged to him the moment your eyes met.

He’s very inexperienced with relationships so give him a little time to learn. He’s a fast learner in bed so he won’t leave you unsatisfied. Will pamper you anyway he can.

Oh and have mercy on this man… don’t wear his clothes, he can’t handle it.

Hisui

Volo

Little shit… he’s going to try and use anything he can to claim you.

Whether that be advances in front of people to scare them off and stake his claim over you.

He does have a decently good reputation so no one would expect him to be dangerous, so you’re kinda fucked, Cyllene would protect you if she needed to though.

He talks down to you all the time, you’re not his equal, you are his property in his eyes.

Adaman

This man is smitten. No more smooth and confident Adaman, this man is a stuttering mess.

He wants to marry you so badly, please let this man marry you… and then put a baby in you but marriage first.

This man gives you jewellery, clothes, helps you befriend Pokémon or catch them depending on which method you prefer.

Cuddler, he will snuggle and cuddle as long as you want, so what he has duties? His pretty little wife wants his attention and you will get it.

Irida

Had noooo idea how to handle her feelings. Probably started as a childish crush at first but it developed into something much more.

She wants to spend the rest of her life with you by her side.

Glares at everyone who speaks to you, even people from her clan. She’s very jealous very easily.

But she loves you, and will let you spend unsupervised time with some people she trusts… only her Wardens, although she doesn’t trust Ingo as much as she doesn’t know him as well, not with you at least.

Warden Ingo

Dilf energy again

His memory may be strange and shaky but he remembers how to treat a woman he loves. Remembers things Elesa told him and Emmet, although to him it’s more echos of voices he thinks he knows.

He loves cuddling up to you while watching the newly hatched sneasels learn how to live. Although this does awaken a want for family he forgot he had.

He isn’t the most trusting person, but he is a good judge of character… and has gotten into a fistfight with Volo when he hit on you. Blood was drawn.

He throws a good punch, but would never hurt you, he adores you, you make him feel good in a familiar way.

Anyway you freaks want NSFW- this man lives up in the mountains, them rough hands can do wonders. And he loves making you feel good, people pleaser but only for you.

Paldea

Arven

Aw what a sweet boy, who will strangle anyone who tries to take you from him.

This boy lost both his parents and nearly lost his best friend/dog… he is terrified he’ll lose you too.

He cooks he cleans and then makes sure to rub your back and give you love so you’ll love him back

Please give this boy some affection or the boys around you will pay the price of you don’t.

Professor Sada

Mommy?

This woman is feral, not only did she basically throw you over her shoulder when she met you but you never don’t have bite marks all over your skin. It’s her way of telling everyone your hers.

I feel she’d give more freedom than Turo, only if Robo Sada was with you for safety… and to break the arms of whoever looked at you the way she did.

Also this woman is a mosterous pussy devouring fiend, don’t argue, you know I’m right.

Professor Turo

Oh daddy Turo- criminally underrated daddy let alone Yandere daddy.

I feel like Turo most definitely would have kept you locked down in his lab with him, convincing you that you help him with his research. I mean… he isn’t wrong, you motivate him to keep going.

However girl has needs and he often get consumed by his work. It wasn’t until he caught you handling problems yourself on your shared bed that he decided robo Turo should take over his research a little bit more.

It’d be a shame if you fell in love with a toy he so kindly made for you than him himself.

Larry

Ah my favourite ordinary business man… I’m so normal about him.

He is very normal about you too, except the fact that he has pocketed any handkerchief you’ve used while eating with him.

Oh and many dates that are just trying new food, oh and bird watching.

Again, call me weird but I think this man wants a family, total breeding kink.

Also I feel like he likes a rather feminine woman, not in the frilly skirt way but in the way of “I don’t N E E D a man but I like you”. You like him, right?

Rika

M m mommy?

Dominatrix… owns a whip… bondage. ANYWAY-

Not above using their position as elite four to scare off competition and keeping you in line.

Oh don’t cry, you won’t escape anyways.

She only uses PDA to send a message to other women or men, “hands off”

Jacq

Teach me about biology bb-

ANYWAY… loves to discover new Pokémon with you.

Will happily teach you about your favourite Pokémon for your attention.

Please don’t look away, he’ll have a breakdown.

Miriam

Ah cute little nurse… she has access to so many dangerous drugs.

She will scream and cry if you choose someone else, don’t do it, she’s an ugly cryer.

She loves to give you “check ups” when no one is looking.

On a side note, don’t you know that orgasms are good for your health? You didn’t? Oh silly let Miriam help you out, her fingers can work wonders.

THIS TOOK FOREVER…