Deformed Roses are just as pretty
Yandere! Meruem x Reader
Angst and kinda Fluff
Tw!! Referenced kidnapping, non con touching and kissing, slight suicidal thoughts and yandereness
Word count- 1,500-ish
Monsters can fall in love, you’ve learned. But their love is just as monsterous.
Aka: self-indulgent bc I’m simping for one (1) ninja turtle man, not too proud of the first half but I also spent way to much time on this so-
You furrow your eyebrows, staring at the board in front of you with a concentrated look. The round white and black pieces blink back at you in confusion as you narrow your eyes at them.
Pitou observes you with slight curiosity as you carefully thumb over the piece in your hand, their tail swaying as they slightly cock their head to the side.
They’ve realized that you weren’t playing Gungi by now, so they try to figure out what you’re planning.
You turn your head up at the feeling of eyes watching you fearing the worst, Shaiapouf. Once you see Pitou, however, you relax and go back to what your task.
“Right two spaces? No, that doesn’t work…” You murmur quietly to yourself as you move the pieces off the board.
Pitou blinks before realizing what you’re doing.
“A picture? Can I see?” They ask with a slight smile.
You shake your head.
“Y-you can see it when I’m done.” You say, Pitou nodding their head while you internally curse yourself for stuttering.
You should be used to them by now, but the knowledge that any of these, creatures, for lack of better word, could kill you in an instant leaves you weary.
Pitou had done their best to assure you, that the royal guards wouldn’t hurt you and neither would their king. Strangely, you felt they were telling the truth, but that didn’t mean you wanted to test it.
You realize you’ve been zoning out and go back to work. It’s a turtle funnily enough, reminding you of a certain King who is probably out doing unspeakable acts.
You pull up short at the thought as you eventually finish. It feels wrong, to make something like this, almost as if in his honor, when he behaves like such a monster.
You decide you’ll trash it once you show Pitou.
Speaking of whom, you look up over to them as if to try and telepathically communicate with them that they can come over. You never really liked using your voice ever since you came here, maybe because it was the one thing you felt control over.
Thankfully, they get the message and approach, leaning down to see your drawing.
“Oh! Nyow I see~.” They say mischievously giving you a look as if knowing your thoughts about said King.
Your face flushes beet red and you very pointedly state that you have no idea what they are talking about.
Pitou giggles and you move to push the pieces back off of the board when you hear the sound of footsteps.
You stiffen up, but Pitou doesn’t seem surprised. Probably that weird aura thing that helped them sense her. It still seems like a made up power, and you would continue toe belive that had you not felt the King’s a few times when you “misbehaved”.
Well, speak of the devil and he shall arrive, you suppose as you see the familiar figure of the King. Pitou straightens up to greet him while you stay seated on the floor, fidgeting with your clothes.
The sight of him isn’t as bad as the feeling of his presence echoing through the room, you feel insignificant just existing in the same place as him.
You glance up cautiously to look at him as he waves Pitou away with a low murmur. It’s strange to hear him speak with such a… human voice, you think as you examine him.
You stare at his arms with slight curiousity, you wonder if you touched him it would feel like a hard shell or smooth skin. Well, you weren’t really sure you wanted to find out anyways. Your eyes move from his shoulder, up his neck, to his eyes.
You though his eyes were beautiful, as strange as it was to say that, maybe it was just you being entranced by the unusual color.
A small squeak falls from your mouth, as you realize that those, oh so gorgeous, violet hues are looking back at you. With an embarrassed look on your face, you turn back to the board that you realize you failed to clear.
“What are you doing?” He asks with an amused lilt in his tone.
“Uh-um, I was just… arranging the pieces.”
It’s tense, on your part mainly, when he walks towards you. You can feel your face flush red yet again as he glances at your creation, you hope he won’t realize why you made it.
“A turtle?” He stares at you with the same knowing look as Pitou with a slight smirk as he moves to sit beside you, and a blush comes over your face.
“It’s- um, it’s nothing.” You lie shakily.
You know he hates it when you lie, but you can’t help it this time. It’s too embarrassing to admit, not to mention, shameful to make an image of a killer.
A tense silence envelops you and you can’t help but hope he doesn’t take your head off.
You don’t think you’ve done anything too wrong, but anytime he gets close, you feel like death is hovering next to you. His barbed tail is something to be feared, you’ve seen him smack Shaiapouf in the face with it before. Luckily he was strong enough to take it, if he wasn’t… well, you didn’t want to think about it, even if you didn’t like Pouf that much.
You turn back to the king, seeing puzzlement on his features.
“Is something wrong?” You ask hesitantly.
He glances back to you, eyes filled with an emotion you can’t make out. You’re sure he couldn’t either.
“I’m, feeling something strange.” He says looking at you as if you hold the answer.
“Um, what kind of feeling is it?”
“It’s warm, too warm, I feel dizzy as if I’m coming down with an illness, my heart is speeding up. But I, I do not dislike it.”
Your breath hitches, you think you know what feeling this is.
“I do not like it either, it throws my senses into disarray, clawing at me, it makes me restless.” He pauses to look at you. “What is this feeling, (Name)?”
It’s at times like this where you forget the blood and the tears from his victims, when he engages in conversation with curiosity gleaming in his eyes. It makes you forget that he is the reason for making so many suffer.
And that scares you. If you can’t even hate a monster like this, are you even human?
But it’s so strange it makes you halt in your tracks, a monster like him, admitting to you, albeit unknowingly, that he can feel- no that he is in love.
Possibly with that Gungi player, you imagine. You’ve seen how she’s changed him, but you can’t help but fear for her. How would she survive this monster?
But you can’t hide the truth from him, you’ve figured that long ago. If the king wants something, the king will get it.
“That feeling, you’ve probably heard about before, is what us humans call love.”
Silence fills the room, and you can’t help but feel the impending sensation of doom. The image of his tail stabbing into your head sends a shiver down your spine.
He tilts his head pondering, you don’t think he likes your answer. You quietly pray in your mind for a quick painless death.
What he says instead shocks you to your core.
“Love? How pathetic, I should be above such silly urges… but I don’t think I mind (Name), not if it’s you.”
It takes a second to sink in.
“I-wait- what- what are you saying?” You burst out in a panic. Somewhere in your mind a voice faintly scolds you for not addressing him as “your majesty” but you ignore it.
“It should be obvious (Name), I love you.”
“I mean- that’s not- how- how? You can’t!” You burst out, immediately regretting your choice of words.
“I can’t?” He asks darkly, tail starting to swing.
“No! It’s not that you can’t! But you just- but you said-“
“You doubt these feelings. You think your king would lie?”
“Ah! No, not at all-“
It’s too late, you feel his temper rising.
A smile breaks out on his face, one with malicious intent behind it, you feel the choking aura building up. Tears fill your eyes, as you desperately try to speak. To say something. To blubber out an apology.
You squeak in terror as he grabs a hold of your waist and pulls you towards him, hands gripping hard enough that you’re sure bruises will form. With a gasp, you find yourself in his lap, legs straddling his waist, hands placed on his chest.
Tears fall down your face as you feel yourself shake in terror. It’s so cold, so hostile, you think you’ll go insane if you have to bear the pressure of his aura for any longer.
You can’t even breathe, it scares you too much, you’d accept death if it meant getting away from this, this monster. Eternal fear is what you’re experiencing, its too much, you’re starting to feel light headed.
How could this be love? You had to be wrong.
“Ple- please-“ You manage to stutter out, trying to push against his chest.
You’re not even sure whether you’re begging him to lift his aura, for him to tell you what he wants or simply for him to kill you.
He says nothing, but his other arm shifts to hold you while the other gently cradles your cheek.
It’s such a stark contrast to his threatening aura you almost laugh.
Suddenly, he slams his lips onto yours, making you gasp in surprise. His tongue slips in exploring your mouth. You don’t bother to try and fight, the fear pulsing through you being enough to keep you still.
All you can do is grip onto his shoulders to try and anchor yourself to reality. His arms do feel like hard shells, you distantly realize.
The aura starts to ease as the kiss progresses, making you sag slightly in relief. Weakly you attempt to push away from him, trying to get oxygen back into your body.
He lets out a low growl, causing you to stiffen up, before finally letting you go. Gasping sobs escape your mouth as you greedily attempt to gulp down air.
“So fragile.” He murmurs stroking your head gently.
You sniffle, lifting your arm to wipe away the stray tears rolling down your face.
Was it over? Were you ok now?
“(Name).” You snap your eyes up, wary of his emotions.
“Do you doubt my love now?” He asks, eyes hardening.
This time, you just shake your head no.