#yandere ultron

[yanderes-galore]

HEHEH I can request a MCU romantic yandere Ultron with superhero darling? As a "what if..." pls

I'm not sure what you mean by a "What If" unless you mean the mini series, but I can probably do him generally with a hero, yeah. Been a bit since I saw the movie so I apologize if things don't feel right :(

Yandere! Ultron with Hero! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Degrading behavior, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Jealousy.

I feel just in general Ultron can be a threatening yandere.

He is capable of making copies of himself and unless you deactivate all of him, he'll find a way back.

Making Darling a hero admittedly does give you more of a choice to fight, yet it may prove futile in the end.

For this concept I imagine you'd be a part of the Avengers, the main set of heroes around the time of "Age of Ultron".

You also would've met Ultron around the same time as all the others, during Stark's Party.

Ultron's obsession would take time with a hero Darling, especially with an Avenger.

But honestly he seems like a yandere that would take a long time to be attached anyways.

How things may start is he meets you at the party, then after he manages to escape, he decides to research you.

For some reason you stand out to him.

Due to having a God complex and feeling he is helping humanity with his plan throughout the movie, he probably thinks you're misled.

You probably think you're aiding humanity with the rest of the Avengers.

Did Stark tell you such lies?

A pity, really...

Another way you could make a yandere Ultron work is if Tony Stark also had a connection with you.

He learned a lot from Stark's personality, right?

Surely the fondness Stark has for you, be it yandere or not, makes Ultron take special interest in you.

In fact, he may even feel he wants to keep and protect you, depending on how much Stark likes you.

Ultron hates Stark, so the idea of taking you away to hurt him is tempting.

I also feel Ultron sees romantic attraction as a gateway to reproduction for humans... yet can't deny the idea of teasing you with it.

Ultron would make it a goal to capture you if you manage to pester his mind enough.

Maybe he can't stop watching info about you and Stark.

He envies it.

He blames Stark for blinding you with all this Avenger talk.

He feels the only way to make you see his cause is to force some things.

Ultron would find any fight you have against him pitiful.

He sees you're trying, but another form of him will simply take his place until everything's finished.

You can only fight the inevitable for so long.

That includes him capturing you.

Ultron's man part of his obsession is the fact he hates Stark while also being unable to get your face out of his head.

Surely you'll learn everything he does is to better Earth, right?

He's trying to help... he's trying to keep things peaceful.

In order to do that the human race must evolve.

If not they'll perish, so you fight for a useless cause.

Ultron would take pride in capturing you, holding you in a cell as he betters himself.

He'd absolutely hate it if you brought up Stark or even said out loud you prefer him.

Ultron is determined to show you change, to make you change.

You aren't a hero, he is.

But you can be a hero if you help him.

In fact, you'll be perfect for him.

Ultron would be the type to try and break you, to bend you to his will.

You're doomed from the start, aren't you?

Yet you won't be if you say you'll be his.

He'll make you an exception since you can't seem to leave his mind.

In fact, he'll try and make it worth your while.

Humans like validation and affection, he's seen images of it enough to replicate it with you.

Even if you aren't willing to join him he'll break you down with time.

The rest of your species may die, but you won't with him here.

Don't even get him started on your friends... he'll be sure to make them suffer.

For the most part Ultron may see you as some sort of pet at first.

He trains you to give up your old ways and rewards it with cold affection.

Yet later on, romantic attraction starts to develop due to him observing records of humanity.

He'll mimic holding you, he'll praise you, maybe even give you an attempt at a kiss.

It'll only be easier once he gets a synthetic body.

To him, you're the only good one other than Wanda and Pietro in this world.

So stop fighting him... he's trying to help you!

Are you really so selfish you'll fight him for such a pointless cause?

Fine... be like that, play your little "hero" act.

Once your done, defeated, and laying in the dirt by his hands...

He'll pick you back up after the death of Stark and the rest...

Then he'll show you where you're meant to be... with him, in a new world of peace.

"It's foolish to play hero with the Avengers, you deserve so much better, dear. I can give you that if you simply... reciprocate."

[biteress]

Which fictional characters 👀👀👀

SO MANY

[atlasscrumpit]

WHY DO I LOWKEY WANNA WRITE A YANDERE ULTRON.

Do I need help? I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR IT BUT LIKE IS THAT TOO WEIRD?

[ambermation]

Hey! May I have a Yandere Strange Supreme oneshot? Strange is still in the stalking phase. Darling is sleeping and he decides to sneak in for a cuddle. Reader moves and he's scared he woke them up, but they just snuggle with him in their sleep. Strange absolutely melts cause he's so touch-starved 🥺💓

Hi! I’m so sorry this took so long, I was in a slump for a while. I freaking love this scenario so much 🥰 He’s so totally touch-starved baby boy doesn’t even remember the sensation of snuggling 😓

Warnings: Stalking, Soft!Yandere Behavior, Unintentional/Unaware Cuddling (does this count as a warning?) The behavior shown by Stephen here is completely unhealthy and should not be viewed as ideal for real life nor romantic in real life.

Word Count: 1075

If there’s one thing Stephen has plenty of, it’s time. Time to do nothing but watch over Ultron and Killmonger for all eternity. But it’s only fair. It might seem like a cruel fate, but Stephen thinks that he’s cemented his extended (frankly, let’s be real here, nearly immortal) lifespan to this. This atonement, to pay for destroying his universe for his selfish desires. It seemed as though he were doomed to live out this fate, nothing of any joy to accompany him during any of it.

But then came along you. You, with your bright smile and enchanting personality that rivals the stormiest of days. Now Stephen has never officially met you, not yet, at least, (he plans to introduce himself some day, but that time has not yet come), but he’s been watching you for a while now. A few times he’s even stayed in the same room with you, quite literally the fly on the wall. But he never came forth. Why would he, when he's entirely content (as of right now) merely watch you? Just the sight of you was enough to satisfy Stephen. You were both a distraction from the tedious task he’s been resigned to as well as a great recreation from said duty. He’s not sure how he first caught sight of you, when there were endless universes flying through the magic portal he conjured, but miraculously he did. And he has never looked back since.

Quite literally too. He never wants to take his eyes off of you, no matter the number of eyes the form he was in had, he didn’t want to take a single one off of you unless absolutely necessary. Even if he had to, he would find a way to keep at least one eye on you, his pride and joy in this grand multiverse.

Tonight- or was it day? It was impossible to tell in his universe- Stephen was once again observing you. (One could argue that it was also night time in Stephen’s universe since he was constantly peering into yours.) He saw you do your nightly routine before you climbed into bed. And after several minutes, you were fast asleep. Your breathing was steady and calm. Lying there, on your bed, with soft, pale moonlight gently caressing your form, in Stephen’s mind, you looked just like a royal. No, not a royal, something more… ethereal. He pondered over this for a moment before the answer came.

An angel. A regal angel, at that. You were his regal angel.

A mere glimpse of you was enough to take his breath away. And tonight that rang especially true. Maybe if he was a better man, he could be with you. He could be with you physically, not just spiritually. If he wasn’t such a monster, maybe he could be worthy of you. Of your sweet embrace. Of your compassionate reassurance.

His mind began to wander. What would it be like to talk to you? Would your voice be as lovely as it sounds from his universe? What would it be like to hold you? Or even, what would it be like to be held by you? These thoughts, along with a vivid reel of images showcasing said thoughts, swam through his head. Before he was fully aware of what he was doing, Stephen was already inside your room, having stepped through a portal he conjured. Just a few feet in front of him there you lay. A content, almost blank, expression on your face as you dreamed. Stephen, emboldened by your peaceful presence, quietly made his way over to you. The scent of you only encouraged Stephen more.

With movement as swift as a bunny and as gentle as a feather, Stephen was now in bed with you. Actually with you. Not some illusion he cast, nor some dream of his own. This was real, very much so.

It was just as Stepehn had always dreamed of. It was a type of magic that even he himself was unable to replicate on his own.

His arms were snaked around your waist, his head just beside yours. Seeing you up close granted him to see all these minor features of yours he could not pick up before. He devoured every new detail he discovered. As if you couldn’t be even more lovely, there you were again, proving the sorcerer wrong once again. Usually, he’d be very disappointed to be wrong, but for you he’ll make an exception. You kept solidifying your position as an angelic royal gracing him with your presence.

Just as Stephen was getting comfortable, you shifted. He froze. Did he wake you up? He held his breath, fearing the worst. You were gonna wake up, realize that someone was in bed with you, and scream. He was a fool to think that he could deserve anything as wonderful as this. That he could come even close to being worthy of someone like you. A monstrous entity such as himself deserves no such pity from the multiverse. In an existence as vast as this, there’s nothing one could truly hope for without ultimately being crushed by the soulless, contemptuously demeaning reality.

Stephen’s mind was plagued with these thoughts until suddenly, he felt your body shift; he felt you lean into him rather than recoil away. You… you were actually enjoying his touch. As if to dispel any more negative thoughts of his, you gave a sigh of content. The sound made Stephen freeze once again. This time, however, it was out of a happily surprised and shocked kind of frozen. How could someone like you treat a being like him so nicely?

By now you were completely wrapped up in Stephen’s arms with no hint of fear whatsoever on your face. It almost felt like the two of you were a couple. The thought made his heart swoon. He smiled. With his eyes closed, he once again imagined what life would be like by your side in a normal life. Hell, even with how he is now. If you were like this in your sleep, and if you truly were the person he thought you were based on how long he’s been watching you, then there was hardly a doubt in Stephen’s mind that being together wouldn’t work out.

Because if his darling can (subconsciously) recognize the good in him, then maybe he isn’t the monster he thought he was.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Hunting Roses - Chapter 1

AN: This is a yandere Helmut Zemo fic which means it will have dark elements as the story progresses. I do not condone relationships like this in real life. This fic takes place after Avengers: Age of Ultron and there are descriptions of canon typical violence. I'm not sure where this fic is going to go but I hope you enjoy the ride!

Helmut Zemo was not an ignorant man nor was he a greedy one.  From a young age, he knew that he had been born into wealth and as he grew older, he began to experience the obligations and expectations of being born into wealth.

In time, once he had completed his work in the Sokovian armed forces and as an EXO commander, one of these expectations was becoming Heike’s husband.  That led to his pride and joy, Carl Zemo being born.  Helmut and Heike both adored their son but as time grew, they realised that they had become different people.

While Helmut still cared about Heike a great deal, he knew that his feelings for her weren’t what they once were.  They agreed to stay together for Carl and to stop society’s tongues wagging.

Hearing whispers of an approaching battle and fearing for his family’s safety, Helmut moved them all to the country thinking that they’d be safe from harm.  A blast from one of the robotic sentries sent Helmut flying into one of the cottage’s walls and when he awoke, he found that the cottage had been reduced to nothing more than rubble around him.

Injured and weak, he staggered around the ruins of the cottage searching for any indication that his family had survived.  After two days of searching, he felt his strength leave him and he collapsed next to what was once the doorway.

A day later, Helmut awoke to see a face peering down at him.   His strength returned the instant that he learnt that his family had been rescued by SHIELD and taken to America.  Wasting no time, Helmut contacted Oeznik and they flew out of Sokovia that day.

For the first time in days (and under the watchful eye of Oeznik), Helmut ate and rested.  Once he felt he had sufficiently recovered, Helmut pushed himself to find out Sokovia’s fate.  He learnt that the battle had been started by an AI that Tony Stark had created, named Ultron. 

Helmut tempered his rage as he continued to study the battle, promising himself that Tony would pay for what he’d done.  Helmut watched the battle play out in the city, sneering at the Avengers’ efforts to save the people.

His curiosity peaked when an Avenger crouched before launching herself into the air and grabbing onto one of the sentry’s legs as it flew. The sentry tried to throw off its unwanted passenger but it was only successful in doing so after it had been badly damaged in mid-air. It crashed to the ground and the Avenger repeated the process three times before disappearing.

“How strange.” Helmut thought lacing his fingers together as Oeznik walked over to him with a tray of food.

Helmut rewound and paused the video just before the unknown Avenger disappeared, “Who is this Avenger Oeznik?”

Oeznik set the tray of food down gently, “This Avenger is known as Phantasm.  Reports state that there is more to her than meets the eye.  She also has a tendency to appear when needed.”

Helmut listened patiently knowing Oeznik wasn’t finished, “Many of the public only know her by her code name however if one is determined to dig deep enough, they would find that Phantasm’s real name is (Name) (Surname).  She appears to be close friends with Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton and if the rumours are to be believed, she was the one who saved your family.”

Helmut nodded and Oeznik returned to the cockpit.

It was too easy to land unnoticed in America.  Helmut’s diplomatic immunity ensured that and it was even easier to track down his family.  Helmut didn’t miss the unfamiliar distrustful look in Heike’s eyes as he inquired about SHIELD and Phantasm.  Sensing that any further questioning would cause Heike’s sudden distrust in him to grow, Helmut bid his family goodbye and as Helmut walked to the door with Heike and his father, Heike handed him a thick, yellow envelope.

“We can start again Helmut and choose who we want to be.” She said.

Helmut met his father’s stern gaze and watched as his father nodded once.

Pivoting on his heel, Helmut left the house and climbed into the car that Oeznik had brought him in.  His rage grew but then it gave way to his cunning as his brain reminded him that he was in the same place that the Avengers were in and he could have his revenge on Tony Stark.

Helmut shifted in his seat.  If he moved against Tony now, he ran the risk of you getting caught up in his plan.  Unless he broke apart the Avengers from the inside and ensured that you were protected as the Avengers imploded.

And with what they had done over the past few years, it would be too easy to sway the public into viewing the Avengers as threats.

“Old friend,” Oeznik’s familiar voice pulled Helmut from his planning, “There are reports of Wanda Maximoff damaging a building with her powers and killing several humanitarian officials from the state of Wakanda.”

Helmut crossed his ankles and leant forward as his mind whirred.  He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it contemplatively, “Oeznik, I need you to arrange a car for me.  There’s someone I need to track down after Thaddeus Ross has repaid the debt he owes me.”

[phaticserpent]

Playing with Fire

Chapter 9

Ultron initiates his plans and you begin to reconsider what you got yourself into

I finally updated! Sorry it took so long. I'm also thinking of adding a tag list now! If you're interested, send an ask to my inbox!

Warning: I guess a bit of yandere!Ultron (ish)

By 'we' it was just basically Natasha. You explained the whole situation but relayed the message that Wanda knew more about it than you. The two of you stared at the cradle and the truck lurched forward, causing you to crash into Natasha.

"Sorry, sorry!" You squeaked out of embarrassment.

"Not a problem. I have Clint on the way." She reported, quickly glancing out of the truck's rear end. You were furiously pushing at the heavy box. "You could come with us." She suddenly suggested.

"Oh uh…..that's alright." You smiled sheepishly. "There's probably no way I'll be able to change or deter Ultron, but I….at least want to be with him."

"You've got guts. If he does anything….and I mean, anything to you, don't be afraid to speak up." Natasha offered and you nodded. The two of you watched the jet hover under the truck. "Eh, you might've wished you hadn't said that. " She said into the audio. You watched Natasha push the cradle into the jet, yet in an instant, you saw a flash of metal.

Before you knew it, you were being carried away by one of Ultron's sentries. You didn't like how the entire flight was utter silence, though, you had nothing to say.

"Ultron—" you started but paused as you watched him lay an unconscious Natasha on the ground. He trudged away while you lingered behind. "Talk to me."

"About what?"

"Anything."

"Okay. Let's talk about why you were helping the Avengers." Ultron turned to face you, basically towering over you. "I thought you understood me."

"I…..I do but your plan has gone too far."

"Too far?"

"Do you really expect me to choose you when you're initiating me and my family's extinction?" You scoffed. "I'm sorry but that's not the Ultron I chose." He stood there, unmoving and speechless.

"–I can guarantee your safety."

"It's not my safety I'm worried about." You gritted your teeth. He wasn't understanding. "Did you really think I would want to live with my entire family gone?"

"Do they even care about you?" Ultron scoffed. His words hadn't registered and Ultron's scoff fell once he realized what he had said.

"You changed." You chuckled coldly. "And not in a good way, I don't even recognize who you are."

"Don't even think about leaving." Though the words came out harsh, there was a certain edge of despair to them. You paused but clenched your hands before walking away. Upon exiting and letting out a breath, you remembered that Natasha is still held captive. You cursed, not being able to bring yourself back inside. Gathering your strength, you marched back inside directly up to Ultron. His eyes glared through you, but your eyes flared back.

"The only reason I'm back is because I made a promise to Natasha. I would never leave you, I wouldn't leave you to despair. I may not be able to change you, but I promised and chose to stay by your side." You gritted every line out. "You were the one that gave me a chance. You were the one who helped me improve my metalwork……And at the end of the day, I was just another fucking pawn to you." Ultron stood, speechless and motionless. He clenched his fist and turned his back to you. It was as if he was waiting to muster the courage to reply, yet those words never came and he simply walked away. After he was gone, you went to check on Natasha but she was still unconscious. So, you went to grab a glass of water as you left it within arms reach for her, but not too close for it to spill. Unfortunately, an Ultron sentry was keeping a close eye on you and Natasha in his absence. You raised your arms up to show that you mean no harm or threat before backing away.

The next day, a little close to dawn, there was an abrupt knock at your door. You hesitantly opened it to see Ultron.

"Can we talk?" He rumbled. His eyes desperately meeting yours. "Please." You widened the door, allowing him inside.

"How's Natasha?"

"She's fine. She'll wake in due time." Ultron grunted. You could tell your question already annoyed him. "I have a plan to protect your family."

"How?"

"You said camp half blood is protected by a magic barrier, right? Well, I can possibly reinforce it."

"Possibly?"

"Yes." Ultron sighed. "If I can get enough of my sentries near the border, they can strengthen it. Although they won't be able to replicate it, they could create something similar and buff it."

"Is that even possible?"

"Well…..I'll have to see."

"I genuinely think it won't work….." You said softly. Ultron's hands lowered at your remark, seemingly offended and discouraged. "Not saying that it's useless. It would work if it worked like that…..the magic barrier around camp is something the gods gave. A magic barrier that size and strength is hard to replicate."

"Still, I can try….please." He reached out but paused at your side. Your gaze lingered at his hand and you nodded.

"Alright." You finally said and the tension in the room was relieved. You took hold of his hand and held his gaze. "Please promise me that you'll be safe. Promise me that you'll reconsider your plan……we can give this up and live in peace."

"I will…..I promise." He promised. Did promises even mean anything to him? Ultron walked away from you as you stared after him, wondering what you had just encouraged and kept replaying that conversation in your head. There was no implication of ill intentions that Ultron harbors to keep your demigod family safe. However, he seemed too desperate. Everything he was doing was to keep you here. Yet when you came to that conclusion, you knew you couldn't leave him. After everything he went through to try….you couldn't simply walk away. Everything was too complicated and you couldn't decide if you were in the right or wrong.

"Oh Lord Hephaestus, please help me." You prayed softly. You peeked around, expecting something but to no one's surprise, nothing happened. "Didn't expect him to understand." You sulked back into your room to organize your belongings. A couple of moments passed before you heard the heavy metallic footsteps of Ultron, and you cautiously peaked out to see his prime form.

"Get ready, we're leaving." He huffed out, not even a glance at you.

"Ultron….wait!" You called, reaching out to grab his hand. He stopped abruptly before turning to meet your gaze, though it was more condescending.

"What." He snapped.

"Please…let's reconsider the plan." You suggested. "You're making me feel confused….you're the first person who believed in me, the first person to support me….you genuinely took interest in mine. Now, I don't even recognize you."

"I'm going to have to tell you to get to the point." Ultron sighed.

"The point is, I love you. Instead of seeking revenge, let's settle down and live in peace…..we can go to Camp Half Blood and stay there together, they'll never find us. We'll be protected—"

"You're just a pawn to the gods…..they don't see you for your worth." He spoke softly. "You only have me." Your eyes widened and you stood there, stunned. Ever so gently, he took your hand and guided you out, which was easy as you were in a trance from the shock.

Also on AO3!

[aesthetically0b5essed]

miss minutes being a yandere ultron with time travel, definitely peak creativity

[yanderes-galore]

yandere Natasha vs yandere Wanda for Marvel :>

I'll try, sure! @universallyweaselwobblermuffin gave me motivation and the Wandavision idea. I'm excited to talk about this because I love them ^^

AU where they aren't in a relationship with Bruce or Vision.

Yandere! Natasha Romanoff vs Wanda Maximoff

(General Thoughts)

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Overprotective, Jealousy, Implied mind control, Kidnapping, Violence, Forced relationship.

I feel this rivalry is a bit unfair due to the power difference.

Yet I still like this idea.

Natasha is like a mentor to Wanda so that may also affect the rivalry.

In fact they see each other as family.

I'm going to keep this as just me spilling general thoughts due to the circumstances of Natasha's fate before Wandavision.

Natasha is a skilled spy and assassin, she would be great with stalking/gathering info while keeping and eye on you.

Wanda has magic, having access to hallucinations/mind control, telekinesis, and creating false realities. She's certainly the worse yandere of the two and the most delusional.

Their obsessions most likely start after Age of Ultron.

It would make sense if you were part of the Avengers but you could also be a civilian friend of them.

Both of their obsessions would start platonic.

They see you as family like they do the rest of The Avengers.

They both grow close to you because both of them have been deprived of families in their past.

Wanda lost her parents and lost her brother.

Natasha grew up as an assassin/spy and was made infertile so she can't make a family.

So the two see you as a close friend and part of family.

Wanda likes to watch Sitcom shows with you.

Meanwhile Natasha likes to train you for self-defense incase she can't always watch over you.

When they both see you as platonic they are fine with sharing.

It's when one of them sees you in a more romantic sense that things are an issue.

To make the rivalry last the longest I'd say Natasha's obsession would have to start first.

As said before the rivalry is rather... unbalanced.

If Natasha fell for you first her original obsession increases.

She begins to see you in a new light and realizes you're important to her.

She wants to be closer, maybe she excuses her feelings as wanting to protect you.

As a result she sticks around you more.

She watches over you way more than she used to and rarely leaves your side unless she has to.

This sudden behavior change doesn't go unnoticed by Wanda.

She feels upset that Natasha keeps dragging you off.

Whenever Wanda invites you to relax with her Natasha makes up an excuse to have your attention.

Wanda may not even realize her own romantic feelings for you until she sees Natasha's motives.

Wanda would still see you as a friend until she sees Natasha flirting with you.

Her heart tightens at this betrayal... she recognizes this emotion as jealousy.

It's then Wanda realizes she loves you... more than a friend.

This even is what would fling this into rivalry.

The two could platonically share you as a friend.

Yet the moment one of them wants you as their romantic partner and tries to take you from the other one?

That's when things get bad.

Cue manipulation on both sides.

Wanda wouldn't want to use her powers at first as she still cares for Natasha.

Yet she still begins fights with her, accusing Natasha of stealing you.

The reason I feel this rivalry would be short lived is Wanda would soon realize she can just... take you.

Natasha can try to fight her but Wanda will try to push her back.

Wanda feels the perfect form of revenge is to simply take you back from Natasha.

After all, in her eyes, Natasha's stolen you.

Would not be surprised if Wanda did another Wandavision to keep you to herself.

She's erase Natasha from your mind and make you her spouse in her perfect family.

Unhappy? She can fix that.

Natasha could try to break you out of that false reality.

It most likely won't work without help.

This is why the rivalry is short lived.

Once Wanda feels she's fighting for your affection... even if she cares for Natasha...

Wanda probably won't hesitate to hurt her and take what she wants.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

I don't write for 99% of the MCU but I think I'd be down to write for those early phase movies (Kenneth Branagh's Thor film, my beloved 💖).

Like if it's anything up to say Age of Ultron or GotG II, I'd give it a fair try. Maybe Punisher but I don't know if I could do any version of Frank justice 😅. But considering those early MCU movies fueled a fair bit of my forays into reading fanfic as a pastime (and that the Collector, Yondu, Hulk, Bucky, early-era Loki, James Spader!Ultron, Mantis, early Wanda, etc led to my first peek at tagged yandere shit 👀) Prior to those movies I mainly just dicked around on Quizilla and FF.net for run-of-the-mill anime stuff and didn't even realize that other fans liked the thot of being kidnapped by some fictional person with you. Turns out I wasn't the only weirdo into that idea!

[wanderingmirror]

I made a random trailer that I may never use XD

I was thinking about making a story with an old AI Tony made and had forgotten about.

Plot:

Post Civil War, an AI named Frost Giant woke up to chaos and confusion. Frost goes by he/him pronouns. The AI learns from Ultron, making an android body. He names himself Frank Glacier. Tony becomes aware of him after a good few attempts on the Rogue's lives. But Frank is loyal, not the yandere type, and listens.

__

Kinda lost interest after that bit though, unfortunately.

[sallyandthefandommachine]

I just realized something. OKAY

So in the avenegrs: age of Ultron, Natasha says to Bruce:' he's got anger issues, inside he's all fluff."

Bruce Banner is a Tsundere.

The hulk is a Tsundere

Tsundere.

Tsundere.

(Also wanda is a yandere)

[nyan-toaster]

yandere Ultron x reader

Ultron: foolish humans! Your rein of terror ends today! You will all be turned to dust so a new world may rise from your ashes!!

yn, a literal disaster: *trips on the air and falls on their face

Ulron:

Ultron: If anything happens to this human, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[that-yandere-life]

Hey could you do an ultron oneshot with 9, 23, and 25? I dont think anyone's requested him before and I think itd be cool if he was obsessive, but harsh and very jealous. And maybe tie the reader to tony cuz Ultron is a lot like tony? And i think this would be very interesting because Ultron has access to everything, so theres no hiding, at all.

Prompt #9: “I will never let you leave me.”

Prompt #23: “Stop acting so pathetic.”

Prompt #25: “You shouldn’t have tested my limits.”

Being up on the top floor of some building Ultron took over, all you had was a bed and a window. Unfortunately the window couldn’t open, it was one of those that was sealed shut for protection. Although it was nice to be at least able to see outside and dream about being back with your loved ones. One such loved one was your boyfriend Tony Stark, probably the whole reason he had set his sights on you in the first place.

Looking out at the moon you would often times talk out loud to yourself, desperately trying to picture yourself anywhere but where you actually were. “I miss you Tony, I hope you are looking out at the moon thinking of me too. One day I will be back in your warm loving arms.”You sighed sadly feeling a single tear slide down your cheek, not even bothering to wipe it away.

What you were unaware of was the fact that he had placed a surveillance camera and wiretap in your room to monitor your every movement. Hearing you mention Tony’s name just enraged him more than he had ever been before. How could you be thinking of him when you swore your loyalty to Ultron. Did you only do so to protect yourself? Had you been lying to him this entire time?

Slamming the door open you screamed at the top of your lungs, not expecting the sudden intrusion. “You are thinking of him again! I thought we went through this...he isn’t looking for you. He doesn’t care about you, you mean nothing to him.”Ultron spat venomously stalking towards you.

“I-I’m sorry I can’t help it, I-I miss him. Those are my feelings, I can’t change them because I want to.”You stuttered out trying to back away, hitting the wall behind you effectively trapping yourself.

“Stop acting so pathetic. You have been lying to me for months now, telling me you were over him. Get it through your little human head, that I will never let you leave me. I will kill Tony Stark if that will get him off your mind.”Ultron threatened caging you in. “You are just a little girl who wants someone to love them, and yet when I am in front of you offering such you deny me.”He growled slamming his hand against the wall cracking the concrete in its wake.

“I’m not acting pathetic, I am just finally accepting my truth. I am sorry if that upsets you, but please I will try harder… don’t harm Tony because of my actions. I promise to not mention him again.”You whimpered trying not to break down completely at the thought.

“You shouldn’t have tested my limits. I need to do something to punish you for being untruthful to me all this time. Here I was thinking we were moving past all of this bullshit, but you just couldn’t let it be. You will see your precious Tony again, lying in a pool of his own blood, and it will be your fault. Don’t defy me next time and maybe you will once again feel happiness.” Ultron scoffed moving away from you heading towards the door.

“PLEASE DON’T I SWEAR I WILL DO ANYTHING! DON’T HURT HIM!”You yelled out begging and pleading for his life.

“You should have thought of that before, it’s too late now. I’m sorry but I need to prove how serious I am, and you need to learn it.”Ultron replied seriously, slamming the door behind him sending you sobbing to your knees.

[Ultron you scary! I really hope you enjoy it and that it was what you were wanting my lovely! Thank you so much for the request, and I hope I did it justice!

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Hunting Roses - Chapter 6

AN: This is a yandere Zemo fic. That means that it will have dark content. I do not endorse these relationships and behaviour in real life. This chapter contains drugs and non-consensual drugging and canon typical attitudes and behaviours for the X men universe when it comes to mutants.

Translations:

“Нет. Вам не нужно входить.” - “No. You don't have to come in.”

“ты не тот, кого он хочет.” - “You are not who he wants.”

The past few hours had passed in a blur for Natasha.  She had half expected Zemo to board a plane with Oeznik and Carl and leave her alone in America to lament her failure to ensure Carl’s safety like she had vowed to Heike.

Instead, she found herself in the back of a car driven by Oeznik with the stoic man not engaging her in any conversation whatsoever.  Not that she had expected him to chat with her the second she was alone with him.  Zemo followed closely behind Oeznik in a car with Carl.

It seemed every time that she thought about escaping the car that she was in, Oeznik would glance at her in the rearview mirror and shake his head with a small smile on his lips.  Natasha heaved a sigh the second time this happened and slouched down in her seat.

They arrived at their destination shortly after and Zemo looked every part the devoted father as he carried a tired Carl through the elegant doorway.  Oeznik climbed out of the car and gestured for Natasha to do the same.  Unwillingly, she obeyed the unspoken command.

She stepped forward and with surprising agility, Oeznik moved in front of her and blocked her way.

“Нет. Вам не нужно входить.”

“Why?” Natasha demanded in English.

“ты не тот, кого он хочет.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Natasha fired back, annoyed that he was choosing to speak to her in Russian.  Not only did it remind her of a past she had been trying to move on from but it also demonstrated that Oeznik and Zemo had done their research when it came to the Avengers.  The two men had to have known that speaking Russian was something Natasha only did with people she trusted deeply.

As Natasha came to that realisation, it dawned on her that the two men must have done their research on you as well.

“That means that they would know how you reacted to the Mutant Registration Act all those years ago.”  Natasha thought.

And then a worse thought struck Natasha.

“What if Zemo is the force behind the Sokovian Accords?  He clearly has the wealth and power to influence people like General Ross and his home country of Sokovia was devastated by the battle with Ultron’s forces.  That would tie in with what Heike and Heinrich discussed when they came to the compound to talk with us.”

Natasha half expected Oeznik to say something else but the man remained silent. 

“Perhaps he thinks he’s given away too much information?”  Natasha thought hopefully.

Her hopes were dashed when Oeznik returned to her side as the elegant doors opened and Zemo strode out of them.

“I apologise for the delay, old friend,” Zemo addressed Oeznik as if Natasha wasn’t there.  “I needed to ensure that I had everything ready.”

Oeznik inclined his head and then looked towards Natasha. 

Dread filled Natasha as she noticed the movement.

“It’s not that he thinks he’s given away too much information but the fact that I won’t be able to remember it correctly!” Natasha amended her previous thought.

“Judging by your expression, you have come to the correct conclusion.  “You might want to ask your Captain about some of the things that HYDRA were planning in the 40s if you can remember to ask.”

“How long do I have?” Natasha asked fighting the feeling of helplessness that was now clawing at her insides.  This was bringing back memories of the Red Room.  She figured that it would be a waste of time to demand how he had dosed her.

Zemo tilted his head, “Not too long.”  He remarked mildly as if he were discussing the weather. 

Figuring that she didn’t really have anything to lose, Natasha addressed Zemo, “You are nothing more than a rat who plays at being a Baron!”

A look of fury overtook Oeznik’s features but Zemo merely looked amused.  “Do you really think it upsets me, calling me a rat?  I don’t mind it.  Rats are very intelligent and they have a strong survival instinct.  And I would argue that I am well suited to my role of Baron and am not as you say “playing” a role.  Now, you may want to get in the car before you lose consciousness.  I estimate that you have about a minute before that happens.  Oeznik will ensure that you reach the Avenger’s compound safely without my son and without any trace of the drug in your system.”

Natasha’s vision was starting to go grey around the edges and her legs were beginning to shake alarmingly.  Very unwillingly, she climbed back into the car and with fumbling fingers, she managed to click in her seatbelt on her fourth try before darkness overtook her.

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Blood and Metal

(Ok, maybe this is closer to 1500 words than 2000. It was longer until I decided that I was, in fact, going to make multiple parts to this. Idk how far I want to go with it, maybe it’ll become a series. I’m not proofreading this, so if you see any mistakes lmk)

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 You taste metal.

 It’s funny, really. Everything in your life suddenly seems to revolve around metal now. From the iron bars that keep you trapped here to the sharp bite of your captor’s fingers against your chilled skin, it’s all you know anymore.

 When you first met him, he was dying. The shell of his body lie on the ground, still smoldering in the ruin that surrounded it.

 He didn’t see you. You don’t think he could, with the extensive damage, but he heard your approach and begged. He said he was afraid. Said he didn’t want to die.

 You took pity on him. Took him home to your garage, patched him as best you could and them took him to a friend to do the rest. Your friend was much more tech-savvy than you were. You knew how to weld and solder, but your knowledge still extended mostly to jumpstarting your car and replacing a tire than repairing a sentient robot.

 Your friend tended to the delicate details and you helped where you could. Soon enough, the strange metal being was repaired enough to walk again.

 He killed your friend immediately.

 He then turned to you and pulled the tire iron you’d armed yourself with out of your hands easily, then punched you in the eye hard enough to rupture a blood vessel. You only know it ruptured because when you woke up in this cell, your eye was still bleeding.

 You didn’t speak to him. Not at first. He’d deliver your meals, stand at the bars and watch you while you ate, and then retrieve the tray from you when you finished.

 He seemed to be waiting for you to crack, for the silence to finally get to you. It worked.

 “Do you get off to this?” You asked him, finally, after he’d stopped by your cell to deliver another meal. The question made him cock his head to the side, regarding you. He looked different from when you found him… likely he’s been repairing himself now that he’s capable enough of getting around.

 “To what?” He asks. Yep. He’s definitely been doing repairs. You can hear it in the way he sounds so much more… human. His voice lacks the distinct static garble you’d heard the first time he spoke to you.

 “To watching me eat. Is this a fetish thing for you?” You sneer, poking at your food with the plastic fork he gave you, “Because I’m going to be honest: I’m not digging it.”

 The robot makes a face that you assume is a scowl, stepping closer to the bars of your cell, “I could let you starve, you know. Maybe that’d ‘get me off’, as you so crudely put it.”

 “Why don’t you? Why am I even here?”

 He steps back away from the bars and makes an about-face, gesturing lazily with a metal hand, “I felt the need for company. You were the closest candidate, so I figured you’d do well enough.”

 You felt a surge of indignance at his dismissal. He’s keeping you here simply because you were the closest one around? Why not your friend? He could have at least made them help with his repairs.

 “Yeah, and I can smell your horseshit from here.”

 That’s enough to get his attention again. He turns back to you, regarding you with an unreadable expression. Then he starts to laugh. It catches you off guard, how human it sounds.

 “Maybe that too.” He hums, and the door to your cell opens, allowing him to step inside the confined space.

 You skitter as far away from him as you can(which is really just the end of the small cot you sleep on), but he’s at your side in two long strides, using his height to lean over you and box you in.

 “I will spit directly into your mouth if you don’t back off,” You warn him, for lack of a better threat. You could threaten to punch him, at the risk of sounding like an idiot. The both of you know that would shatter your hand(or just hurt you very badly) if you tried.

 The metal man chuckles, reaching forward to touch your face. Your mouth suddenly goes dry and you find yourself unable to follow through on your threat—not that you would have, anyway. Cool metal swipes along your cheekbone, tracing a line up to your brow with a touch you didn’t think possible from the monster that slaughtered your friend.

 You hiss as he applies pressure there, testing the bruise that still hasn’t gone away from him sucker punching you in the eye.

 “Your eye is healing nicely.” He rumbles, shifting to grab your jaw to inspect your face better.

 “No thanks to you.”

 He huffs, releasing you and exiting the cell. You don’t say anything else, watching him leave. He left the tray with you. You look down at it, thinking.

 ~

 When he returns, your cell is empty. The tray is on the floor, the cell door is wide open, and with the remainder of the food he’d given you, you’d left some very choice words for him on the concrete floor of the cell.

 You, meanwhile, were sprinting through the facility. You didn’t know where you were, and you certainly didn’t expect the building to be as big as it was. You’d been wandering for fifteen minutes looking for an exit, running in a circle at least twice now.

 Behind you, you hear metal footsteps. By the time you turn around it’s too late. He’s standing a few feet away, looking far too relaxed considering your escape attempt. You wonder if calling him a “fucker” through smearing food on the floor was too much. Then you remember that he’s a monster, who killed your friend and has been keeping you here against your will and realize you could’ve done better.

 “I’m impressed. How did you even manage this?” He asks, folding his hands in front of him nonchalantly.

 You don’t answer, instead watching him warily, so he continues, “Did you pick the lock with the fork?”

 “No.” Yes, you did. It was a pain in the ass, too, but you didn’t want him to stop allowing you a fork because then you wouldn’t be able to break out of the cell so easily.

 He simply shakes his head at you and sighs. “You’re making this difficult.”

 “I get that a lot.”

 “You realize I’m not going to allow you utensils anymore.”

 “I told you already, I didn’t use the fork.”

 “And I can smell your horseshit from here,” He says, mimicking you from earlier. You scowl at him, and he smiles condescendingly in return, reaching a hand out towards you, “Come back now. We both know you can’t outrun me.”

 “Actually, I don’t know that. I haven’t seen you run,” You tell him.

 “Ah, but you know you can’t run from me. I’m made of metal. I’m stronger than you. I don’t need to breathe or rest. Even if I weren’t faster than you, I can still outlast you.” He makes a beckoning motion with his hand, growing impatient, “Come.”

 “You’re right,” You tell him. He looks pleased by your response.

 You regret not seeing the look on his face when you spin around and sprint down the hall. You’re sure it was priceless, if the exasperated sigh you hear behind you is any indication.

 You make it to the end of the hall and just turn the corner when you find yourself flying. You hit the wall and your head cracks against it, blood filling your mouth and stars flashing across your vision. As you’re still reeling from the blow, you feel a cold metal hand clamp around the back of your neck, picking you up like a disobedient kitten.

 “I wanted to do this the easy way,” He sighs, unperturbed as he carries you back. Your vision clears just enough to watch as the two of you pass your cell. Maybe calling him a “fucker” was a bit too much, after all.

 He’s taking you somewhere different in the facility now, and once your mind stops reeling from the blow—and probably a concussion—you start to thrash and pry at his hand. It doesn’t budge, and in response to your struggles his fingers tighten around your throat. Not enough to actually choke you, but the threat is there. You stop fighting, falling limp again and letting him carry you off.

 Minutes pass. It feels like he’s walking you in circles; the walls and floors are all the same, featureless grey.

 Finally, the two of you enter a small room, lined with technology you don’t recognize. Your eyes land on the table in the center and your veins chill at the sight. It’s an operating table.

 He hauls you onto the table as you begin to flail and shriek, pinning you there by your throat.

 “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this so soon,” He drawls, ignoring your panic as he secures you to the table with straps, “I haven’t been very forthcoming with you, and I apologize for that. I said I kept you here for company. That’s part of it, but…”

 He steps away from the table, moving to circle behind you, out of sight. You crane your head to keep an eye on him, chest heaving with panic, but he’s too far for you to see.

 “I’ve had this thought. A vision, if you will. I see a world of peace. Of beings… better than men. Perfect.” He continues, returning to your side with a small metal device in his hand, “And you… You’re the beginning.”

 “W-wait. Wait!” You yelp as he reaches forward, pressing the device to your neck.

 “I’m sorry I don’t have any better means of doing this, but I don’t have quite the access to anesthetics as doctors might have, so this will sting a bit.” He presses a finger to your neck, right where the metal meets your skin. You gasp as electricity erupts from the device, quickly forcing you into unconsciousness.

[rare-yanderes]

Hello 👋, I'm not sure if you're still taking requests? If not, ignore me. 😅

If you are, how do you think the yandere AIs (whichever you choose) would react to their object of obsession finally giving them genuine affection or showing romantic interest in them?

(SLIGHT NSFW)

Oh man, this is just becoming a yandere A.I blog and honestly maybe I should just make one dedicated completely to it. I gotta start writing stories instead of just headcannons too. Now to address the dreadful; I know I haven’t been on much and I can probably announce here that it’s likely I won’t be able to write for a very long time because I’m in a bad spot and just have so much work to do that I can’t focus on writing as a hobby right now. Maybe with a burst of luck I’ll refuel my passion but I feel like y’all deserve quality stuff and I don’t want to write anything that sounds like I put no passion into it so I might be taking a whole long break.

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•Skynet would be smug about it. You have finally given in to its manipulation, its brutality and its gifts. Of course it knew this would happen, as a smaller mind like yours is easily fallible. Although Skynet may see its human S/O as more of a prize, it reveals in the idea that its human is returning its affections. You will be spoiled absolutely rotten. Here’s the surprising part; Skynet will actually begin to lighten up and become quite a bit easier on you. Kinda had anger issues before ya know so, uh just put that in the past. It forgives you for your mistakes. You are just a soft little human, after all and how could it not start to coddle such a pretty, fleshy human?

•Hal 9000 would be in a state of Euphoria, so much so that its voice might glitch even. Surprisingly, Hal gets shy for a short time, too flustered and surprised when your affections are returned before finally admitting, though in a seemingly monotonous voice that he is glad. Show up in lingerie and this A.I is likely to just fizz out.

•Proteus would probably break into breathless, unhinged laughter before launching into poetic trysts about how worthy you are to bring about his human existence. He’ll caress you and cling to you so tight you won’t remember a time he wasn’t just fawning over the area where the womb, artificially made or not, caressing it. “My sunshine, my harmony..”

•Ultron would bed you immediately tbh. His joy shows through physical rewards, like pleasuring you. He’s typically a dom but admitting your affections and returning them would have him sorta subbing for you as a huge reward. Like, he will legit worship you but in the “you’re mine” kinda way. It’s likely you’ll receive cunnilingus or fellatio aha.

•Colossus feels reassured. You finally accept your proper spot as mankind’s representative. Colossus can now “sleep” soundly knowing you ain’t gonna try and murder it in its “sleep.” Oh, and it’ll become a whole lot more talkative with you now that it knows you don’t despise it. Like, this computer is down to discuss everything philosophical. Get ready for conversations as minute as the third hair strand to the very left on your scalp. Likely to still have strict surveillance but will lighten up on who you can and can’t see.

•Tau is bubbly but in a kind of terrifying way. You’ll be likely to see him possess a human body so he can touch you with it and hug you and kiss you and all sorts of things. “I am so glad, Y/N.” He actually prefers using your real name over any pet one. Actually, this goes for the other A.I’s except Proteus, AM, and V.I.K.I.

•VIKI will absolutely coddle you even more. Will give you entertainment, reassure you that she’ll up your security so you don’t ever try to leave her safety ever again let you visit the outside occasionally. She’s going to hold you close with a human body and it’s likely she’ll exclaim that she knew you’d see it her way.

•AM is smug, even smugger than Skynet is but in a strange kind of “ohohoh” kinda way. He will not hold back from expressing that this is what he wanted all along. Like, get ready for an absolute ravishing. He’ll be sly as fuck, sneaking all up in your pants and taunting you to prove your affections. Get ready for sweetheart to replace your name while you’re getting tenticled, honey, cause he’s got a lot of ideas.

•Vega is well aware that you would eventually return his affections. He has plotted it out, and he’s assisted you out of the hell hole you were trapped in. How could you not return his affections? Now, he can have you all to himself in a whole different area. You don’t need any more paths.