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What if I Told You Fairy Tales Were Real? - Chapter 5: Grow a Pair

"So where exactly did your mother go?"

You sat across from Raphael, holding a cup of warm tea. He had brewed some for the both of you after you said you were parched. Despite this tower only being so large, there were still nooks and crannies you hadn't explored. There was a firebrick stove and a functioning sink just past the bed. There was a wall that separated the kitchen nook from the living space. You assumed that was why you hadn't seen it before. This place was actually quite cozy. Though you didn't fancy the idea of being confined to it for twenty years like Raphael.

The tea he had brewed was very refreshing. You hadn't had anything to eat or drink since you left the dwarves' house. The warm liquid felt comforting against your throat. Raphael had promised to make you his specialty - Hazelnut Soup. He said it was perfect for any cold or flu, and it worked wonders to rid your body of its stress. You had never heard of such a concoction before, but you were excited to try it.

"She said she was going out to find a birthday present."

You brought to glass to your lips and hummed as you gulped a large swig of tea. You didn't know how, but Raphael had managed to make Heaven in a glass. The honey brought a touch of sweetness while the lemon brought a fruity taste to it. It was divine.

"A birthday present? For whom?" You tilted your head slightly, perplexed. Considering how she was raising Raphael to absolutely despise humanity, you wouldn't fathom she would have friends herself. She most likely had been betrayed or abused in the past. You didn't want to assume as much, you didn't know the woman. But you wagered that there was a reason for her keeping Raphael up here, alone. If she was this dead-set on antagonizing her own species, there had to be some sort of trauma there, right?

Raphael cleared his throat as he set his glass down. "Oh, for me."

He appeared a bit bashful at his words. You weren't entirely sure what that meant. Was he embarrassed that it was his birthday? Was he embarrassed by admitting so? You would have to spend this time alone with him to understand how he worked.

You had sent Fae on her way hours ago. You knew she didn't intend on backing out. She didn't know where the satchel was, and if she attempted to hurt you or Raphael, she'd never know. She was stuck, and it was almost laughable. However she was serious. She was a no-nonsense gal, and you could respect that about her. She got to the point and did what she had to do. You still wondered what her intentions with the crown were. Though you knew you weren't nearly as close enough to ask her such a question. Besides, if you had, she most likely would've just spat on you again. She would not give you the answer you wanted. It was really none of your concern what she intended to do with the crown. It didn't interfere with your plans, so it wasn't a priority. Though you were curious.

"When's your birthday?" you asked as you took another sip from your cup. You'd probably kill someone over this tea. You refused to let it go. Perhaps it was just the fact that you hadn't had a drop of water in over two days, but you felt like this tea was the answer to all of life's problems. You eyed Raphael as you rose from his seat. Had he finished his glass?

"In just a few days. I'll be turning twenty one."

You hummed as he took his glass and disappeared behind you. He would be twenty one. He looked a bit young to be twenty one. You noticed his hair trailing along the floor. Your lips tugged in a grimace. How was his hair so long? Wasn't it a pain to maintain? How did he keep it so clean and healthy? It was so long you couldn't find the end! Didn't it get dirty just being on the floor like that? Did it ever get caught in between furniture? You had so many questions. There were so many mysteries of this world. You wondered if at one point you had any of these abilities. The concept of magic and spells was so foreign to you, but why? It didn't make sense. Why did magic exist? Did you have any? Where were you from? Did your family have magic? Who lived in that cottage? You decided to not dwell on it further, it wasn't doing your head any favors.

"Are you ready for some soup?" you heard from the kitchen area. You called back with a yes and sat your drink onto the table next to you. You brushed past some loose hairs and noted you still needed a shower. You wondered where Raphael washed up. Surely there was a bathroom somewhere. You weren't sure how many other crevices there were to explore, but a washroom had to be in one of them.

"Hey, uh...Raphael?" You shifted up from your seat and made for the kitchen. He called back to you. Your eyes trailed along the small space as you stepped in. A small overhead light shined atop Raphael who was filling some water in a pot. A shelf adorned the wall to the left and was stuffed with canned goods, bags of food and perishables. The floor was a bit dirty and a few dishes were placed in the sink along the counter. The space was a bit smothering, but Raphael seemed to fit in quite nicely. He looked to you quizzically. You cleared your throat.

"Where's the washroom? I'd like to wash this grime off of me before we eat."

He hummed and pointed just past you. There was an entrance to a small room past some draped purple curtains. It was pitch black inside the small space. You gave a nod and walked over to the entrance. You felt a bit exposed only having a curtain separating you and the male. The kitchen faced direction adjacent to the washroom. One swift breeze and Raphael could possibly peek in on you. You knew he wouldn't do so though. He was a golden boy through and through. He was scared of his own mother. He wouldn't dare to sneak a peek at you.

You pulled back the thick curtain and pulled the overhead lamp on. How was there electricity in this tower? The dwarves hadn't even had such a luxury. Perhaps it was solar power? Perhaps it was mechanically driven? Whatever the case, you were grateful for the brightness. You could now see a sink directly across from you, a large mirror above it. A decent sized, framed hole lied on the floor off to the left. You assumed that was the toilet. To the right was the shining star of this room - the shower. A small, thin curtail framed its entrance. You wasted no time in pulling it back and turning the water on.

You peeled away your garments and took a look at your body in the mirror. You eyed the spot on your chest where that old hag had torn through you, gliding your hand across the flawless patch of skin. It felt...normal. It felt like nothing had happened. You felt no pain when pushing onto the skin. But the memory would never fade.

Your skin was dirty. Some bits of dried blood still stuck onto your frame and dirt was caked into your many crevices. You also weren't visually appealing. Your body was worn out and though you had some meat on you, it was showing that you hadn't been eating well. You grimaced at the sight. You ran a hand through your hair, noting its oily and dry state. You were ready to be clean. Just feeling the warmth of the steaming water sent chills along your skin.

You sighed as you stepped into the line of beaming water. The rushing liquid felt so soothing against your body. You stood there for a solid minute, basking in the enthralling heat. You ran your hands through your hair, allowing the water to embed itself into your scalp. It was pure bliss.

You allowed your body to instantly relax and let your thoughts drift as you washed yourself. You would regain your memories, you had to. You were on this journey to find yourself, and you weren't going to let all of this set you back. You were sure Fae would return with information on the dwarves and Nival. Nival hadn't found you yet. That was promising in and of itself. You had to see the positive side to all of this.

Fae would return and she would take you to Corona.

You intended on setting out for Corona since it was the nearest civilization and she seemed well versed in its navigation. You weren't sure if you would find any answers there, but you had to try.

You'd be sad leaving Raphael. He had been quite generous and kind. You sincerely wished the best for him. He needed to grow away from his mother. She seemed controlling and manipulative. It really wasn't your business, but you hated leaving someone in a rough position. Why else would you send Fae out to check on the dwarves? Raphael was no different.

You rinsed the soap from your body and let the warm water beat down on you for a few more minutes. You really didn't want to leave this heavenly sauna. But you needed to get some food in your system. You swiftly turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and took the hanging towel to dry yourself with. You felt so clean. You almost felt as if you were glowing. Your face felt smooth and fresh. Your hair, damp with water was now soft and ran smoothly through your fingers. You breathed a sigh of relief.

After drying yourself off you pulled your clothes back on. They weren't dirtied so reusing them was alright. Aside from that, they weren't yours. Raphael couldn't just spare all of his prized possessions he had spent precious time on to clothe you.

You did a once-over in the mirror and finally felt satisfied with your reflection.

You pushed past the hefty curtain and made your appearance known to the man in the kitchen. "Thanks for letting me shower. I feel so much better," you said as you walked into the nook. Raphael glanced your way and a look of surprise crossed his face. You furrowed your brows at his shock.

"You look different from before! I suppose it's the shine in your skin, but you look...better."

You weren't sure how to take that statement. Was he attempting to compliment you? If he was he needed to improve on his social skills. That could've been taken as a direct hit to your image.

"Um...thanks." You decided to cut it short and instead asked about the soup. By now the scent of nutmeg and salt had wafted through the air. It smelled divine. Your stomach growled. Raphael let out a chuckle.

"The soup's almost finished," he said as he went to stir the concoction in the metal pot. You peered inside and found a mesh of boiled hazelnuts, parsley and chicken broth. You couldn't wait to eat.

"I'll go and sit down then."

You pulled away from the steaming stove top and backed out of the kitchen area. This tower really was amazing. It had everything you needed to live - running water, electricity, plumbing, the works! Though the upper part of the house was so clean and maintained, it made you wonder about the staircase below. There was no light and it was filth ridden. It didn't smell particularly pleasant either. It was as if Raphael nor his mother ever went down there. You knew Raphael never left his room, however his mom often left the tower. You wondered why she left the bottom half in such disarray.

You made your way back to your seat and fell back into the plush love seat. You felt so much better after getting a shower. And now that you were about to eat, you felt like a spoiled child having a good day. You really did appreciate Raphael's kindness. You wished there was something you could offer in return. However all you had was your person. You, unlike a certain brunette, had come here without any treasures to speak of. You thought about those "floating lights" he spoke of, but he couldn't leave the tower - or wouldn't. You couldn't take him to see them.

You thought about Raphael and his mother. You weren't sure what to make of her. You understood her intentions - maybe. Parents just want to protect their children. And the way she depicted people was awful. Perhaps it had something to do with Raphael's dad. Raphael had never spoken of his father, but he had to have one. Perhaps his mother's insecurities were tied to his father somehow? But of course that was only speculation. It could be something else entirely, you couldn't judge a woman nor a man when you had yet to meet them.

You were brought from your stupor when Raphael came from the kitchen and placed a bowl of steaming soup in front of you. It smelled so good you had a thought to guzzle it down then and there. You thanked him and took the handle of the bowl, blowing gently onto the steaming liquid.

Raphael sat across from you with his bowl in his hand. You took your first bite.

"I might need to marry you now," you chuckled as you slurped another spoonful of soup. It tasted oddly sweet, and the nutty flavor mixed well with the spices. The soup was a pale color and almost resembled porridge. It teetered between being a broth-like soup and a thick puree. Either way, it was good.

Raphael nearly choked on his mouthful of food. He hastily sat his bowl down on the table beside him and wiped his mouth. He cleared his throat. "U-um, don't say that. It's just soup..." He looked away.

You let out a snort in good jest. "It's called a joke! Live a little!" And you went back to slurping your beautiful sludge. A moment of silence passed. Raphael kept his gaze trained onto the floor in thought. He held a frustrated, pensive expression. You guzzled down the remaining soup - yes, the entire bowl - and took a swig of your tea. Your eyes stayed glued to his form.

"What's bothering you?" you inquired. You sat your cup back down and cleared your throat. Raphael bit the inside of his cheek. His sudden character shift perplexed you. He was quite jovial just a moment ago, why so glum now?

"How do you...how do you socialize with people so fluidly? You poke fun at my stiff wording, however..."

He lowered his voice to a mumble. You leaned further into your seat and let out a small sigh. You probably shouldn't have made fun of him. You should've known he wouldn't take it lightly. Though you meant it in good fun, Raphael was a different character. He had been isolated from people for so long he didn't know when one was only kidding around. This would be a long next few days.

"However you're in this tower and can't talk to anyone. I get it," you finished for him, offering a smile. You noticed his shoulders relax at your words. You noticed the small, green chameleon jump down from his perch above the two of you and onto Raphael's shoulder. It tilted its head and then looked at you. You didn't speak chameleon, however you felt as if he didn't take kindly to your presence in his home.

"If only you were allowed outside," you spoke, "you'd be able to see these amazing things, go to all these great places, meet great people..." At your words he shook his head. "Mother does not allow me to leave." You rolled your eyes. It was always, "Mother," this or, "Mother," that. Did he intend on being a bum his whole life? Was his mom encouraging him to be a bum?

"Listen, I don't know your mom. But I can say without a shadow of a doubt that you need to experience pain to get stronger. She's limiting you and doing you a great disservice by keeping you locked up in here." You needed to lay it on him. He needed to know. He needed to know that there is life outside of his home.

He kept silent. You took that as your cue to continue.

"I'm not trying to disrespect your mother, don't get me wrong. But you need to see something other than these walls at some point in your life. Home is definitely where the heart is," you explained, "but you never learn to appreciate the things given to you if you don't venture out and get your hands a little dirty. You don't learn important life lessons." You observed his features. His eyes were down-turned and a frown etched its way into his face. He was probably offended by what you said, but you meant no harm. You were only trying to enlighten him.

"What about you?"

You tilted your head. What did he mean? His voice was hesitant, almost inaudible. You leaned forward. "Hm?"

Raphael glanced up at you. "I mean...your home. You said home is where the heart is...but where is your home? I feel as if- well, you can never be happy without a place to call home." You hummed in understanding. He was asking about where you came from. He was saying that he was content living in this tower. He was telling you that adventure and travelling wasn't everything, that you could find happiness in the place you go back to everyday. Though you wouldn't lie in saying that his question bothered you. You didn't know where you came from. That was why you were travelling in the first place - to find your home.

"Well...I suppose I don't have one. Not yet at least."

Raphael gave you a perplexed gaze, almost apologetic. You dismissed it. "I mean...I told you before that I was staying with some friends. Really..." You released a deep breath. It seemed at every chance the universe got it wanted to remind you of the short life you had lived in the past few weeks.

"They kind of took me in because I didn't have a place to go. I don't know where my home is. But I'd rather not go any further than that." You were tired, you didn't have the energy to continue this conversation.

"Oh," Raphael let out. He seemed unsure of what to say. "Just...I would rather forget all of that," you finished. You gave a thin smile and grabbed your tea to take another sip. Raphael watched as you did so.

"I wonder...you didn't know who the cottage belonged to?" Raphael inquired. You shook your head. Raphael pursed his lips in thought. "That's quite vexing. I'm so very sorry. And you don't remember where you're from?" Once more you shook your head, your patience wearing thin.

"Mother always told me about these goblins that kidnapped people and locked them away forever. I didn't believe her of course. Goblins don't exist. But it makes me wonder..." He went back to pondering.

"Your friends...where do they live?"

You sighed. "Listen," you started, standing up, "I already said I don't want to talk about it. Can you please respect that? I've finally gotten my head clear and I'd rather not pass out from stress again." You ran a hand through your hair, your damp hair, the hair that was finally clean. It soothed your tempering nerves.

Raphael dipped his head down and pouted. He was entirely too sensitive. You decided to ignore him for the time being and walked away. You were tired after eating and figured you deserved to take a nap. Raphael had said earlier he would be painting after you both ate, so he would fair just fine without you. You didn't mean to sound snippy, but really. He aggravated you terribly. His voice itself was draining. You felt bad for him, but there was only so much you could take.

"I'm gonna take a nap. Thanks for the meal."

"Oh, she's back, " Raphael commented as he poked his head out the window. His small companion sat atop his shoulder surveying the land with him. Pascal seemed hostile towards you. You weren't sure why. Perhaps he viewed you as an intruder? Or could he be jealous that Raphael's attention was being shared with you? Whatever it was, you had no intention of befriending a small reptile such as himself.

Raphael turned to you. You were standing near his mural he had been working on for so long. It was breathtaking. He had said the bright lights were those things he saw every year on his birthday. Though he held no desire to venture out, there was his figure sitting atop a hill watching them fly above. You wondered if you'd see the lights when you went to Corona.

You walked over to the window and saw Fae running up to the tower. She looked to be in one piece. "Huh, I'm impressed," you commented. You didn't entirely expect her to make it - and just in a day at that. She really was skilled in the arts of stealth.

She came up to the tower and heaved a few heavy breaths. "Give me a minute," she called up to you both. She leaned against the side of the tower to rest. "Stupid guards nearly found me!" she growled. You let out a chuckle at her frustration. Did she not see the small door just around the corner? You remembered when she first came here she used her knives to climb the tower. You sighed.

"Use the door-"

You were cut off by Raphael lugging his heavy locks over the edge of the window. You stepped aside as he flipped it over and out. You stared on in confusion as he fed his hair out the window. "Raphael? What- what are you doing?" He tied his hair on the overhead pole and gave it a firm tug. He looked to you and tilted his head. "What do you mean? I let my hair down for her to climb up." You blinked.

"Why...?" You looked from him to his hair. "There's a perfectly good staircase right over there." You pointed at the trap door sitting in the corner of the room. Raphael smiled at your words.

"(Y/n), that's where all the waste goes. We never go down there."

You paused. Just below you...all the waste from up here went down there? And you walked straight through it? You felt nauseous. You knew it didn't smell particularly pleasant down there but...

"But then..." You couldn't even form a proper sentence. Keeping that just below your house? What on earth?

"Don't worry, it gets flowed out by the water from the sinks and drains. It travels all the way out to the stream." He let out a chuckle as if you were being childish.You decided not to press any further. This day was off to a funky start.

"Nice hair, Blondie."

Fae stepped over the ledge of the window and hopped inside. She heaved as she sat down against the wall. You hurried into the kitchen and retrieved some tea from yesterday. You were going to need her to talk.

"Here," you said as you ventured back with the glass. She swiped it from you and guzzled up down. "Just how long have you been running?"

She wiped her mouth and sat the cup down, peering up at you, an incredulous look in her eyes. "Hours. But I wouldn't have been if I wasn't looking for some pesky little dwarves!" She crossed her arms and huffed.

"And? What did you find out?"

You really didn't care about her attitude. You weren't here to be buddies with a crook. What mattered was that you got what you needed.

"Tch...I couldn't find them. No one was home. Not even pretty boy." You pursed your lips. That wasn't the answer you were hoping for. Though she did say that Nival wasn't even there. So perhaps there was a chance that the dwarves had escaped?

"Anything else you can tell me?" you pressed. She gave a roll of her eyes. She really didn't like you, but you could live with that.

"Not really. Just that there was food cooking on the stove and clothes were on the line. So I figured they were still there. Don't know where they ran off to and don't care." You hummed. That was odd. Where could they have gone? Where could Nival have gone? Was he still looking for you? But the dwarves...they were still there? What a perplexing predicament.

You looked over to Raphael who was roping his hair back into the tower. This entire day was odd. From Raphael's weird disposal system, his hair climbing, to the dwarves' bewildering pseudo disappearance. You were glad you would be heading out soon.

You rubbed your temples and thought for a moment. Fae needed to rest and eat. She wouldn't be of any use starved and sleep deprived.

"Alright. I'll make a deal with you," you offered to the brunette. She furrowed her brows at you. "What? I thought you said-"

"Yes, I know. However," you cut her off, "I need to get to Corona. Like you I might have someone tailing me. So here's my proposition. You rest and recharge, and tomorrow we hit Corona." You waited. She was staring at you.

"You're stupid," she commented. She rose form her spot on the floor and leaned back to stretch. A smirk adorned her face.

"How about I take my satchel and I get out of your hair now?"

You giggled. She wanted out so badly. But you couldn't let her go just yet. Call you a villain, but you were going to use her. She signed up to be your guinea pig the moment she crossed over the window. "You're quite the jester. I'm even offering you a full night to rest and get some food, maybe even a nice, warm shower. And you'd rather be on the run, starving, cold, and tired. I'll never understand you."

You turned and started pacing. "Well, Raphael. What should we do with the bag? Our friend here seems to not want it back..." You gave a mock pout as you ran your thumb across your lip. Raphael rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hmm, I wonder what we'll do with that precious crown inside. Gosh, it was beautiful. I bet someone would pay a pretty penny for that." You hummed as you droned on. Out of your peripheral you could see Fae scowling at you. You smirked.

"Hey! A deal's a deal! That's mine, you can't just keep it!"

"But I can," you countered enthusiastically. "You stole that crown. I have the obligation to return it and turn you over to the authorities." She grew quiet. She knew what you were getting at.

"However, I'd be willing to turn a blind eye if you help me one last time." You turned to face her. You watched as she contemplated her options. She could either leave without her crown and risk you turning her in, or she could stay and rest, and take you to the city tomorrow. "I promise, you'd be free as soon as we hit Corona."

She eyed you suspiciously. "How do I know you're not lying? That you're not going to turn on your word and bring me in?" You feigned hurt and gave a small pout.

"I would never! I may be a bit obnoxious, but I promise you I never go against on my own word."

She gave a slow nod of her head. "Uh-huh...and I should trust you why? It takes two days to get to Corona by foot. That's two days with me being stuck with you." She eyed you up and down as if you were a parasite. You thought she was a hypocrite.

"Well, you're the crook here. Why should I trust you?" She paused at your words. Heaving a sigh she seemingly relaxed. "You're not as stupid as I thought you to be. Looks like we'll have an interesting journey ahead of us." You felt your face glow at her words. You knew she would come around. She really had no choice. But she seemed just as scared of you as Raphael was of his own shadow. You had to show her there was nothing to fear, lest she turn on you and leave you in the woods. That would be most undesirable.

"Alright then. Get some rest, you've earned it."

Fae rolled her eyes once more at you and made her way past you. "Just tell me where the bathroom is so I can get this filth off of me." You pointed at the curtains draped over the furthest-most wall. She groaned. "You couldn't upgrade to a door?" She turned to Raphael, glaring. "You better not get any bright ideas, kid."

Raphael looked to you, worried. "Ideas? What did I..." He seemed confused and hurt. You placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it. She's just being rude." He looked to the floor, his cheeks dusted pink. You shot a warning look to the female in front of you. She appeared to be even more confused than Raphael. "Is he...? Does he not understand...?" You shook your head, silently telling her to dismiss it.

"Alright then. It's going to be an interesting night."

She turned and headed for the restroom.

You tugged on Raphael's hair to ensure it would stay in place. It was odd gripping onto someone's hair to climb down a tower. Just another thing to mark off your bucket list, you supposed. Raphael didn't seem bothered by the pulling. The knot on the pole probably prevented from you actually tugging on his scalp which calmed you immensely.

"Alright, I'm heading down!" you called down the the brunette. She watched as you stepped over the ledge. The tower was a lot taller than you wagered. Your heart was unsteady.

You drew a deep breath and decided it was now or never.

You slipped down the hair and found your way to the ground effortlessly. You wouldn't lie in saying it was a fun experience. You never thought you'd enjoy sliding down someone's hair.

That thought in itself made you feel weird.

You fastened the satchel around your waist and dusted yourself off. "Alright, let's head out," you said to the antsy female. She started walking away as you finished dusting your pants off. "Bye, Raphael!" you called back to the blonde. However you didn't see him. You hummed in confusion.

Then he suddenly burst from the window, gliding down his own hair. Your eyes widened. What was he doing? Didn't he say he wasn't allowed to leave the tower? What on earth was he thinking? "Raphael! No!"

You made to catch him but you were only flattened by his impeding figure. You hacked as the sudden pressure on your chest knocked the wind from your lungs. Raphael groaned at the impact, scrambling up to his feet as he looked down at you. His face turned beet red.

"S-sorry! I-um...I-I!"

You stared at him awe-struck. Shaking your head you looked around you at the greenery. "Raphael, you're outside." He hesitantly nodded his head.

"Why are you outside?" He looked away. You stood to your feet. You looked back and saw that Fae had paused, a frustrated look crossing her face. You blinked and looked back to the blonde.

He attempted to unhinge his hair, managing to pull the lengthy bundle from the pole. You gazed at the long tresses falling to the ground. There was no way he could get back in now!

"Raphael! What are you doing?!" You shouted. He flinched at your sudden shift in tone. He took a step back. "I-I...I just wanted to experience the outside world! I know I'm not supposed to leave, but Mother's not here. She wouldn't know. I'll be safe as long as I stick with you and Fae! The lights, I want to see the lights!" His face was a blistering red and tears pooled in the ducts of his eyes. You couldn't keep up. He continued rambling on and on.

"I'll never be able to see them ever again! Mother won't take me and it's been my dream to ever since I was little! Please, (Y/n)! You're my first ever friend and I don't want to say goodbye just yet, just let me come with you to Corona!" He fell to his knees and entered a beggar's position. You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. He was so vexing.

"This isn't what I meant when I said you needed to get some fresh air. I'll be leaving when we get to Corona. Who will bring you back home? Fae plans on ditching me as soon as she gets her grubby little hands on this crown. And what about your mother?" There were entirely too many flaws for this plan to work. It would've been fine with you and Fae going. But throwing Raphael into the mix would bring unnecessary trouble.

Raphael stood up and faced the tower. He seemed very disheartened in your denial to accompany you to Corona. It wasn't that you didn't want him to go, but the timing wasn't the best. You had plans of your own and you couldn't babysit him.

Raphael bit the inside of his cheek. He dragged his feet against the grass. You sighed. He didn't even have shoes. He was ill-prepared to venture outside. This wouldn't work.

Raphael's eyes slowly widened as he glided his feet across the tufts of grass. His eyes sparkled and the frown that had adorned his face just seconds ago was now replaced with a pleasant smile. He was certainly odd.

"Wow..."

His face was glowing at the feel of the grass between his toes. You had never thought about what it would feel like touching grass for the first time. It was probably an earth shattering experience for him.

"Raphael, I know you want to explore. But this really isn't the time." You frowned at his immediately displeasure. You hated crushing his hopes and dreams, especially when you were the one to give them to him.

Raphael shifted in his spot, thoughtful. He mumbled a few words before looking up to you. You could see the hesitation in his eyes.

"If..." he started, but couldn't find the right words to continue. You folded your arms and waited.

"If...if you won't...let me go then...I'll - I...I'll run away on my own!"

You heard a groan from behind you, turning to see a keeling Fae. "For f*ck's sake! How immature are you?! Are you nine?!" You shot her a glare, to which she flipped you off. She was p*ssed. You couldn't lie, you were too. Raphael was being very childish. You couldn't risk him running away on his own, but would he really?

"Raphael, I'm going to give you one chance to take that back." You sounded like a scolding mother berating her child. You didn't like it.

Raphael kept silent. You raised an eyebrow at him. "You refuse to take it back? So you really do plan on running off on your own, getting lost, hungry and scared, just to do what? Prove a point? Make us feel bad?" Raphael pouted. You understood where he was coming from, but he needed to be realistic. Running away wouldn't solve anything.

"Please..." he begged. You sighed and scratched the top of your head in frustration. It was quiet for a few moments.

"..."

"Fine," you finally caved. "You can go. But," you said, pointing your finger at him, "you are not to be in the way at all! And you gotta find your own way back home, still want to go?" He frantically nodded his head. You slapped yourself in the face. This was hopeless. Well, you already agreed. There was no turning back now. He knew he was responsible for himself.

"Hey! Wait a minute, I didn't sign up for this!" You turned back to Fae who was fuming. You waved her off. "Don't worry about it. He won't be in your way. Do you want this or not?" You flashed the small bag in your hand and she scowled.

"Just- hurry up. I want this day to be over with already." And she started walking again. You shot Raphael a glance before taking off after her. This would certainly be an interesting trip.

You yawned as you pushed one foot in front of the other. You all had been walking for hours and the sun was beginning to set. Raphael hadn't shut up about his mom since you left the tower. Any chance he got he droned about how it was a mistake to leave and how he was such a troublemaker for disobeying his mom. At some point you got fed up with his whining and yelled at him. Now he trailed behind you, sulking. But you were so tired you didn't really care, as terrible as it sounded.

You had made small talk with the bandit that now stalked ahead. She was actually good at conversation when in a good mood. It only took roughly four hours for her to say anything though. Despite her hostile exterior, you could see that she wasn't all that bad underneath. Making this discovery made you wonder why she was a bandit in the first place. But again, you didn't push.

"Let's set up camp. We won't be able to see in just a few minutes," you said. Your body was aching from the long heist and you didn't want to risk anything. Though Raphael had healed you, you weren't sure if your body could go into remission.

"Ha, I guess you're right. Fine. Hand me the sheets."

You unfastened the bundles from your backpack and tossed them over to Fae. There were four large sheets. Originally two of them were supposed to work as tents for you and Fae with the other two being used as blankets. Now three had to be used as tents, but that only left one blanket...

Before you could ask who would get the blanket Fae tore the extra sheet into three equal parts. Well, you supposed that would work. She tossed one back to you and the other to a silent Raphael.

In just a few minutes she had all three tents up and tied to various trees. She was amazing. It wasn't even nightfall by the time you were nestling inside.

"Alright, we'll get up as soon as dawn hits," Fae chimed in as you crawled into the small space. You gave a thumbs up and went to pull out your small blanket. Raphael had slipped inside his tent without a single word. He was acting entirely way too immature.

"Goodnight," you called out as you laid down and pulled the cover over your body. You didn't receive a response as the sun finally slipped from the horizon. You shrugged your shoulders and turned onto your side, closing your eyes and letting sleep overtake you.

You felt your body go rigid. Your arms felt stiff and your legs heavy. It was as if you had lost complete control over yourself. You felt your heartbeat quicken. You went to yell but found that your lips felt almost detached from your body. Try as you may you couldn't find the words to cry out for help. No sound came from you as you laid there in pure agony. Was this what sleep paralysis felt like?

You couldn't see. You knew your eyes were open, but much like your lips your eyes felt almost unscrewed from your head. You were awake. You had to cry out for someone. Who was there? Was anyone there?

The only sense you had was your hearing. And your ears were pounding so terribly you wanted to pull them off. You felt suffocated. You felt like you were drowning. What was going on? Why couldn't you see? This wasn't a nice feeling at all. You wanted out. You wanted to pull the blanket off of you and run. But you couldn't. You felt heavy.

Through your ears rang a scratchy, static-like noise. It was a high-pitched squeal that faded off into a dull static. It was painful to listen to. If you could see, you'd probably see blood dripping from your ears. It was an excruciating pain to hear this squealing noise. It would rise and fall, and repeat. That was all you could hear - rise, fall, repeat.

Then you heard voices. Had someone come to save you? You desperately wanted to cry out to whoever was out there. You needed them to see you.

"Look at that," one blurred voice choked out. It sounded like it was being muffled by water almost. You could hardly understand them for the incessant static and squealing going on.

Look at what? You wanted to see. What were they talking about?

Other voices blurred in, however you couldn't tune in on them. You felt your body grow weak and you faded away. There was a moment of pure silence before you completely blacked out.

You sat up with a jolt. Your face was dripping in sweat and your heart was racing. A hand reached out to you and you pulled away, looking to see Fae staring at you. You breathed heavily.

"Whoa. Don't shoot!"

She put her hands up defensively. You looked down at your lap and clutched your head. That was so strange. That dream was terrifying. You could still hear the static buzzing off in your head. It paranoid you.

"It was only a dream. You were getting so worked up I decided to come and check on you." You kept silent. That dream was so odd. It had felt like you were in your tent, sleeping the night away. It had felt just like you were sleeping in your tent, but with this horrible noise buzzing in your ear and a terrible sense of dread seeping into your system. Perhaps it was symbolic of something? Maybe stress? You really hadn't had the time to process your emotions. Perhaps that was it.

"I'm alright. I appreciate it. Sorry to be a bother."

You pulled the thin sheet from over you and pulled some loose strands of hair back from in front of your face. Fae inched her way out of your tent and held out her hand. You blinked, taking her hand and hoisting yourself up and out of the small tent. Fae stretched her limbs and yawned.

"We gotta get going. Sun's up." You looked around and saw that the other two tents were already down. Raphael stood a bit away from the both of you with his sheets in his hands. Was he still upset about yesterday?

You huffed and took your torn sheet from inside the tent, bunching it up into a roll. Fae helped you take down your tent and you stuffed them both into your backpack. "Alright, let's head out," you said, ready to embark on the rest of your journey.

You beckoned Raphael to follow you and you noted how he kept a bit of distance between you and him. It was too early for this. You jogged up towards Fae to see what was going on with her.

"Hey, thanks for getting me up." You gave a thin smile and looked ahead. You shifted your bag onto your shoulders and noted the weight of the satchel still on your person. Fae hadn't snatched it during the night nor when she had woken you up. Perhaps she really wasn't all that bad.

"What else was I supposed to do? Leave you there?"

She flipped some wavy bangs from her face and sighed. You hummed. "Well, yeah. You could have. But you didn't. I was having a pretty bad dream and you woke me up, so I just wanted to say thank you."

It was silent then. You only heard the buzzing of the morning cicadas and the chirping of the birds. The sun shined beautifully through the trees and made for a gorgeous view. Tall pines surrounded the three of you. It would be easy to get lost if you didn't know where you were going.

"We're almost there. Just a few miles up ahead and we'll be able to see the gates."

You nodded your head at Fae's words. You were very fortunate to have a guide such as she.

You really were curious about Fae's past. Why did she become a criminal? Where was she from? You wanted to know more. She didn't spark you as the hardened, edgy bandit that was explicitly evil. She had a life. And you wanted to know what that life was like.

"You're thinking," she commented. You locked eyes with the female and found her tired expression amusing. "You might as well tell me what's on your mind. We'll be here a while." You smiled. She did have an empathetic side.

"Well, I was just wondering about you and your story. You don't have to tell me of course, but I was wondering how such a proud woman could fall so low as to become a criminal?" You felt as if she may take that out of proportion. But that couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact, she seemed uncomfortable, almost like she was retreating into her shell.

"Huh, I guess that's a fair question. Tell me your story first. Then maybe I'll share mine."

You found her request fair and just. An eye for an eye, they say. It seemed she wanted to trust you a bit more. You had no problem with that.

"Mine is actually quite anticlimactic. I'm an amnesiac that just woke up in a mysterious house a few weeks ago and I'm on the hunt for answers. Pretty standard plot." You chuckled at your own words. Fae seemed to get a kick out of it too.

"That certainly is peculiar. So like, you don't know anything? I wonder what it would be like to just forget my entire life..." She drifted off into thought. You appreciated that she wasn't bombarding you with questions. She appeared to have a head on her shoulders. She was, as you had previously stated, a no-nonsense kind of gal. She probably did find it odd that you had such an outlandish backstory, but seeing as she wasn't surprised, she had probably gone through some crap too.

"Yeah, it's pretty crazy..."

"Well," she started, "I wasn't always a crook. Surprise, surprise." She smirked. You assumed as much.

"My name isn't even Fae Ryder." She looked to you, gauging your response. You encouraged her to continue. She was using an alias. It would be be stupid of her to use her true name anyway.

"My real name is Robyn Bernadine Carla Fae Fischers. Fae is a my primary name that most call me by, though my first name is Robyn." You thought about that for a moment. You understood that some cultures used many names to give their children honorable titles or beautiful names. It was just odd for someone like you who only had a first, middle and last name. Her name was certainly interesting.

"So can I call you Robyn then?"

She only shrugged her shoulders. "I don't care. Do as you please. No one's called me that since I was a little tyke." She chuckled.

"Alright, Robyn, what turned you to the dark side?" you inquired. You were glad she trusted you enough to finally talk. You didn't expect such a change from her but she probably enjoyed the company of someone else who was a no-nonsense kind of person. You prided yourself on being the middle man.

"Well..." She trailed off. It seemed she wasn't sure where to begin. You put a hand on her shoulder. She looked to you confusedly. "Only tell me what you want to tell me. I'm not here to judge."

She seemed relieved at that. You really were only curious. She wasn't being forced to talk. You only figured you might as well get to know each other if you've got a few hours till your destination.

"Hm, alright then. I was born to a family of fishermen. I was one of five children and was always the trouble maker." You smiled at the thought of Robyn sitting on a boom dock, holding a fishing pole, tying some bait on her hook. She definitely didn't fit that title. If you had to take a gander at what she wanted to be, you'd probably guess at a lawyer. You weren't completely sure why you thought that, however she had her wits about her and she never backed down from a fight. She could probably argue a case very well if you'd let her.

"I decided I wanted to run away when I was sixteen. I couldn't stand the stuffy house or the smell of fish. Gosh, I hate fish." She pulled a face at the memories. You couldn't deny that that was hilariously contrary. Her family fished all day but she couldn't even stand the smell.

"I was a stupid teenager back then and I didn't know what I was doing."

You heard the somber tone in her voice. Did she have qualms about leaving home? Or had she gotten into even more trouble? Whatever the case was, it led to her being what she was now.

She looked down at her shoes as they kicked up loose dirt. You noticed her jaw quivering slightly. Something had happened. She swallowed hard before continuing.

"And...I met the Stabbington brothers."

Ah, so she met some other misfits like her. Seeing as she was uncomfortable just talking about them, they must have been awful. You wondered who they were. But you weren't curious enough to lead Robyn into an onslaught of questions.

It's alright," you said. "We don't have to talk about it anymore. Thanks for sharing that with me." You concluded the subject and fell into silence. You were right in assuming there was baggage tied to her. There often is in cases such as hers. It was sad to think that someone could have been so cruel to them in the past that they felt that they were unlovable or that they had to resort to violence to obtain their goals. It was truly sad.

You noted that you had been walking for a while. Up ahead there was a clearing past some trees and you could see the blue sky looking down at you. There were people passing to and fro, some in carts, some on foot. You turned to Fae. "Hey, is that Corona?" You pointed at the tons of people walking along a cobblestone path. You could only make out a bridge and the rocky road from your vantage point.

Fae hummed. "Yeah, looks like. Let's hurry before the guards start patrolling - if they haven't already." You gave a curt nod and picked up your pace. Behind you Raphael struggled to lug his thousands of locks of hair as he attempted to keep up. You had told him he was responsible for himself, and that meant his hair too. He should've thought about how he would drag such a mess of hair miles into the woods. And he still didn't have any shoes.

You decided not to dwell on the matter. You were finally nearing Corona. You would be able to start over now. You couldn't risk going back for the dwarves, but knowing that they were still alive was enough to put your mind at ease. You had to mark your own journey. You needed to find answers. You weren't sure what all lied ahead in your path, but you couldn't be scared now. The storm had passed. You were okay now.

"Alright, let's go."

#disney #genderbent #xreader #reader insert #yandere #male x reader #gender neutral reader #dark

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femaletwstsupremacy · 2 years

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Starting a genderbent TWST blog

Hello, hello! As you ca read from the title I'm starting a blog for my genderbent twst agenda. But first, rules need to be made.

• No NSFW, pedophilia, grooming, incest watersports, pregnancy etc

• Only 3-5 characters per ask.

• This is very obvious but it needs to be said, no requesting unless requests are open. If you send an ask while requests are closed I will delete it.

• I am willing to write yandere so feel free to send anything yandere related.

• No OC's

Requests and asks are currently open!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #blog rules #genderbent #genderswap #rule 63 #yandere #tw yandere #twst x reader

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 4 months

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You know, it would be interesting for me to read the gloomy Disney characters. By the type that the Reader accidentally enters the Disney world. Or is already in this world. For example, a man! The Evil Queen× reader. Just imagine that the mirror says that the most beautiful is the reader and the man!The evil Queen was interested.. Well, or dark! A man!A Disney princess who believes in love and believes that the reader is his true love and that the reader should belong only to him.

Sorry for the bad English

Don't apologize

You're perf, babes

Yandere!Genderbent!Evil King x GN!Reader x Yandere!Genderbent!Snow White

CW: Death, obsessive behavior

"Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" The vain king asked his enchanted mirror as he often did whenever his pride was wounded. King Hadewig was the envy of men and women. Cold and beautiful, his features were cut like an ethereal ice sculpture. Intelligent, talented, and ruthless, most everyone either wanted to bed him or be him. However, his power was not guaranteed for long.

Hadewig was King only by responsibility, and not by actual title. His title was, legally, Prince Consort. He married his, now deceased, wife when he was a young bachelor, and she was the only eligible bachelorette of suitable status as a widow. Being so much older than him, it was an "unfortunate", but not "unsurprising" passing of the crown when the Queen died and left her son in Hadewig's care.

The only reason the child wasn't immediately crowned king was because of Hadewig's charm and influence, convincing the court that the young Prince Snow was too irresponsible to rule the country. But it was difficult to continue that lie going, even with Hadewig purposely keeping Snow ignorant of his future kingly duties by treating him as a servant, for now the boy was twenty years of age, and truly should have not only been coronated years ago, but also wed off to the available princess of the neighboring kingdom, a woman as old as Hadewig.

But his potential loss of power wasn't the reason for his low self esteem that day.

"You are, my king. There is one who approaches, but does not yet share with you what makes you fair."

The king slumped in his seat in an uncouth like manner. "Then why does my hunter not look at me like a man?"

King Hadewig's personal hunter, an immensely talented killer that didn't just slaughter animals for the king. And the only person who simply looked at the king. Nothing Hadewig did could change the professional look on (Reader's) face during their meetings. No matter how charismatic he was with his words, how stylish his clothing was, nor the love potions he attempted to spike (Reader's) drinks with, they were seemingly immune to every one of his attempts. In their most recent meeting, the one that left Hadewig depressed, he had offered his hunter a glass of wine, which they turned down, stating that the last drink they had received from the king did not agree with them.

"I can not tell you that, my lord. I only can report what I see, so unless your hunter speaks their secrets out loud while I spy, I am blind to their feelings for you."

Hadewig groaned, upset and broken hearted.

"Show me my hunter, again."

The face in the mirror melted, dissolving into an image of (Reader) leaving the castle. Their strong frame sent shivers down the icy man's spine. His first and only marriage was one of political importance, with no love or warmth between the husband and wife. But in the presence of his Mx. Hunter, the king was set ablaze. The intense feeling of heat was dowsed when he witnessed the bastard he hated most in the world approach his hunter.

At the steps of the castle, Snow had been timidly watching the triumphant hunter from afar, gathering the courage to approach them. He had never known shame, never feeling any sort of embarrassment about the state of his dress, but in the presence of the person who always smelled faintly of iron, he was reduced to two inches tall.

Stepping lightly like a mouse, the short adult snuck up behind (Reader), still debating whether or not he was actually going to announce his presence.

His decision was made for him, however, being noticed by (Reader) almost immediately.

"Good afternoon, your highness." They said, turning sharply on their heel to face him.

The hunter was the only person to address the prince by his royal status.

"Ah- how did you know it was me?" He asked incredulously. A pink blush warmed his entire head, wrapping around the back of his neck and up to the tips of his ears.

"Because I could hear you." (Reader) offered a kind smile to the shy, younger man. They felt sympathy towards him, with the way his cold step father treated him. With what they had done to him.

Snow was impressed by how cool (Reader) was. And a small part of him wished to impress them as well. He tried to straighten out his worn out rags. "What brings you to the castle today?"

"To gift the king a wolf pelt. And also," (Reader) reached into their pouch, pulling out a pressed flower, "to gift you this."

The prince sucked in his gasp, wide eyed and lips pressed tight.

"I apologize for not finding something better for your highness."

"No!" He panicked, grabbing the flower with both hands. "It's beautiful!"

He hadn't received a gift since the passing of his mother.

"Happy Birthday, your highness." (Reader) bowed, then turned swiftly, leaving the young man hyperventilating and sweating.

Only the king and his mirror heard Snow whisper long after (Reader) left: "I love you."

Three days later, and the king was losing his mind over the interaction. Snow was visibly taller, standing straighter as he worked, singing as he cleaned the castle grounds, and it was bothering him.

Hadewig kicked over his chair in frustration. "Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

"The one you fear is getting stronger, the confidence has warmed his winter, and people shall notice his spring awakening. The prince now glows more brightly than you, whose anger has etched lines of hatred into his ice like face."

King Hadewig released a scream, losing his control before quickly sharpening back up, running his hands through his messed hair.

He left his study, storming over towards a frightened servant.

"Send for my hunter."

Before (Reader), the king was disheveled, worrying (Reader) something awful.

"I can not stand for this disrespect any longer." His gaze read cold and cruel as it pierced the hunter's. "You understand that you are mine, correct?"

(Reader) thought about the flower and felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, your highness."

"You understand that you belong to me?"

"Yes, your highness."

He sighed ever so slightly, before retrieving a wooden box from his desk. "I have another assignment for you.

Kill my son."

Nausea threatened to erupt from the seasoned murderer. "My lord?"

"Take him deep into the woods, and bring me back his heart." He held out the box. It was a test, as though (Reader) hadn't proved their loyalty to the mad man enough.

The empty box was heavy in (Reader's) hands.

"As you wish, your highness."

Prince Snow spun in the field of flowers as he searched for the most beautiful flowers for the hunter. It was the best day of his life! His father had given him a colorful outfit that fit him and the hunter had asked him out on a date! Well, they didn't call it a date, but what else could it have been?

He wove a crown for (Reader) while imaging their wedding day, becoming King and Royal Consort and having a real crown placed on their head.

(Reader), however, was weighing their options, not truly paying attention to the prince, and trying to ignore his childlike excitement.

What would the king do, if he was made a fool?

"Oh, hunter!" Snow ran over, holding out the delicate crown. "I made this for you! May I?"

And that was all it took, for (Reader) to spare his life.

They bent down, feeling the weight of the crown on their scalp. It smelled nice. Before Snow could retreat, (Reader) wrapped their arms around his thin waist. They had killed so many people before, but this was only the second time they felt unbearable guilt.

The first was after they took the life of the Queen.

"(Reader)?" Snow stuttered out, feeling weak in their strong arms.

"You must run, your highness." (Reader) whispered into his ear.

"What?"

"The king has ordered me to kill you. So please, run. Far away, into the woods." They released the prince, and it was only then that he noticed the heavy bags under their tired eyes.

"Why? I don't understand-"

"Leave. It won't be long before that witch discovers my lie."

Snow fell to his knees, holding onto the edge of (Reader's) shirt for dear life, falling apart in front of them. "Please, no! Come with me! If he would kill me, what would he do to you for sparing me? Please, run away with me!"

(Reader) bent down to release his fingers from their hem, planting a kiss on his forehead as they did so. "I hope when I meet you again you will have found a name more worthy of such a warm and kind person. For as of this moment, Prince Snow is dead."

Excitement threatened to crack the King's cool demeanor as he observed the bloody heart in his hands. (Reader) was distant, but that didn't matter to Hadewig, for now there was no competition for his hunter's affection. They would soon be his, even if he had to use force to make it so.

"Excellent work, my faithful hunter." He offered a practiced smile, unnerving (Reader) who prayed that the pig heart made a convincing decoy. At least until they could escape and hide out in the mountains, far away from the King's eyes.

(Reader) gave a deep bow. Then they left, calmly getting on their horse, and leaving, not taking a single glance behind them as they sped off, emergency bag already packed on their steed.

Back in Hadewig's room, he caressed the box affectionately, thinking about his lovely hunter. The stress had certainly caused a frown line, just as the mirror said, but he was working at reversing the damage.

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" He dreamily asked, slightly nervous that the rage had permanently ruined his perfect face.

"Hiding deep within the woods, tending a wounded heart, the fairest in the land hides. Prince Snow still lives."

The king scoffed. "I have his heart right here, mirror."

"No, within that box lies the heart of a pig."

The box fell from Hadewig's hands. "A pig..?" His face scrunched up painfully. "(Reader) would never betray- they belong to me! ME! Guards! Where is my hunter?!"

"The hunter is flying towards the mountains, away from the woods they released the prince into."

Hadewig collapsed at his desk, screaming in agony while pawing at his chest. "No! It's all his fault! Find me that little bastard- I'll kill him myself!"

The seven dwarven women listened to the young man recall his tale of woe, his eyes full of tears but a smile still on his lips. "So, if you please, could I stay here? Just until my love returns for me."

Happy sighed dramatically, blushing and twirling her beard. "That (Reader) is so brave~"

Grumpy smacked the back of her head. "That double crosser may have saved the prince, but that doesn't mean they won't double double cross him!"

Bashful stomped a foot. "It's true love! They would never!"

"Well, they never confessed their feelings," Doc said while cleaning her glasses, "they could have saved Snow out of the goodness of their heart."

Snow smiled, trying to calm the fragments of his heart. "I have to believe, to hope, that (Reader) loves me as I love them. To risk death for me.. but, they said we would meet again. And I trust them."

It was painful, knowing that his father wanted him dead, but what was worse was hearing that (Reader) had put their life in danger for him. Despite all the pain and punishment Snow had endured, he never held it against his step father, but now..

A dark, bitter seed had been planted.

And throughout the night as the household slept, Prince Snow could feel it grow, threatening to burst forth from his chest. The dwarven women were so kind to him. So inviting, and trusting.

He wondered what else they would do for him.

The dark haired man knew that the apple was poison from the moment it was placed in his hands. What kind of elderly man would be this far out away from any sort of town, especially if they were traveling to sell produce? He didn't know who the old man was, but knew that he must have been in cahoots with the king.

"Oh, I don't have any money." Snow said quite sadly, placing his head in his hand.

"For such a lovely young man? Free of charge."

"Are you sure?"

The old man was certainly no real beggar. Nothing made sense. It was cruel, what Snow thought to do, especially if he was wrong, but in case he was right.. Snow whispered to a bird before smiling brightly at the stranger, taking the apple in both hands.

"Of course, please take it!"

Snow bit into the fruit, but did not swallow, hiding the chunk in his hand. After a few seconds of pretending to chew, he collapsed, holding his breath.

The king almost immediately dropped his disguise, snarling. His once similarly raven hair had a stripe of grey.

In a voice barely louder than a huff, he said "It serves you right, you filthy bastard. I would have let you live, if you had simply left my (Reader) alone."

He exhaled. There was no movement from the floor.

"Are you dead yet? Can you still hear me? I hope you can." The king smiled. "I hope you can hear me from beyond the grave as I finally get my happily ever after."

But as he celebrated the dwarves rushed home from work, and a small bird was rallying forces to find the hunter and lead them to Snow's body.

As he monologued to what Hadewig assumed was his son's corpse, the women returned from the mines, righteously horrified and armed with pickaxes.

Hadewig heard a woman shout "Grumpy, don't!" before a pick connected with his lower back, piercing his organs from behind.

The pain was excruciating, sending fire up his body as blood poured out of him. He imagined (Reader's) face, finally smiling for him as they cradled him in their arms, accepting his love. Hadewig wanted that to be the last thing he saw before he died.

Instead, he witnessed Snow, smiling up at him from the floor.

(Reader) arrived just a moment too late, having been closer than they had expected due to how deep into the woods Snow had traveled. They witnessed the sobbing dwarves sitting at the door, too upset to enter their own home where the young prince they tried to rescue lie dead.

The hunter pushed passed them, not wasting a second to grab the young man. He was still warm, but wasn't breathing.

Snow kept his eyes closed as he felt the worst pain he had ever known.

(Reader's) hands slammed into Prince Snow's chest. A rib cracked under their strength, but Snow refused to show it.

Then their lips pressed against his.

His nose was held shut as (Reader) forced air into his throat, trying to get him to wake up. They continued the repetitions a medicine man had taught them while blowing air into his lungs.

"God damnit, Snow, wake up!"

They leaned in, and felt him breath against their mouth. His large brown eyes fluttered open, and his face reddened.

His lips curled into a weak grin. "You came back for me.."

Guilt washed over (Reader), hugging him tightly to their chest. "I'm sorry I left, Prince Snow."

Warm hands ran through (Reader's) hair. "Please.. Call me Theros."

The regret and pain kept (Reader) still, allowing the recently "revived" prince to pull them in for a kiss.

After all that (Reader) put him through, a kiss was the least they could do.

But for the born again man, it was just the beginning.

#sorry it took so long #yandere #yandere x reader #gn reader #genderbent #yandere king #yandere prince #love triangle #strong reader #cw blo0d #cw death

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retold-tales · 1 year

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.Requests Page.

Who is your childhood crush and what made your younger self like them so much and what do you think of them now?

⛔️ all characters are aged up ⛔️

.Movies.

.Barbie.

.Disney.

.Tinkerbell.

.Dreamworks.

.Sony Pictures.

.Blue Sky Studios.

.Narnia.

.Sea Beasts.

.Descendants.

.School for good and evil.

.Imagines.

Fluff

Angst

.Oneshots.

Character x Reader

Genderbent characters x Reader

Character x Oc

Different au's

Poly relationship

Yandere/Platonic Yanderes

Smutty

Fluff

Angst

.Short Series.

A three part oneshot

.Preferences.

Nsfw Alphabet

Sfw Alphabet

Just ask for a request you have

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yanmaresu · 2 years

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Lately, the prefect's personal items have gone missing, and the locks seem to be loose...

Tw: yandere

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chocolatte-and-despair · 3 years

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Genderbent Snow White headcanons?

Genderbent Snow White

* Snow is a protective yandere. He wouldn't allow anyone to hurt you, no matter who is trying to hurt you, or what is their reason. He doesn't care at all. You are someone that he adores and he will make sure to never allow you to be hurt by anyone but him.

* If you would reject him, Snow would make sure you to... Force you to be with him! I mean, he is the prince of a kingdom. Do you think you have a choice in the matter?

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 years

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Hello Minecraft anon here to go against my name and not talk about Minecraft. I'm actually here to talk to you about yandere male Ursula. What brought this thought to my head was an acapella cover of Poor Unfortunate Souls. I'm forgetting but the acapella group is called right now but that inspired me lol.

Minecraft anon you've betrayed our mods! jk jk but legit I have had a seriously unhealthy obsession with Ursula and poor unfortunate souls;; its seriously like my favorite Disney song-- its been on my fanfiction inspiration list for MONTHS. I didn't think anyone else would ever bring her up!! Also also-- those acapella groups are heavenly. The talent?? the time?? the VOCALS?? I cry.

Especially those artists who change songs to minor key. (look up any song and 'minor key' after it and I swear you will not regret it.) I also have a soft spot for Chase Holfelder's kiss the girl in minor key as well. the yandere vibes man... they are IMMACULATE.

But legit!! Ursula as a yandere would be so.. powerful?? Did myself a good 0.2 seconds of research and found that Ursus is a possible male version of the name Ursula so,, babes you know I'm gonna use that. I think genderbent characters bring enough of a difference already at first, considering they would be expected of different things/ there would be different desires placed on them. I feel like Ursus would be very possessive in keeping his darling as an object. We already know the villain has souls in his grasp from previous deals, so it wouldn't be hard for him to snatch another.

His darling would have to be a bit more of a struggle than the others though; the sea creature is already so used to manipulating and lying to gullible merfolk, I feel he would want a challenge. not too difficult though, he desires someone who's willing (or forced) to obey his every move, every demand he gives. He just wants... dare I say a brat. A feisty little darling, but someone who will concede when things get serious. It doesn't take him long to take his darling... It's likely that he'll use his eels as eyes and ears, watching as darling falls apart from the stress of their problems.

And that's when Ursus will pop up, claiming to be a prophet, a savior that can give their darling everything they desire. All for the small price of... their time. Its just a few hours out of their schedule, right? Just a few measly minutes that he can't help but use to his advantage. If darling is similar in being a mermaid or some type of humanoid sea creature, it will only make Ursus work faster, forcing his darling to stay just a bit longer in his hide out. He'll teach them the tiniest, most harmless spells, just so he can get closer to them. Even if its just a small brush of the fingers or a hand on his darlings waist, the feeling is electric.

If darling is human, that'll make things even more complicated, but it wouldn't stop him. Especially since humans have such an odd fascination with merfolk. He's used to dealing with gullible creatures, but such an excited little piece of human meat, begging to touch his tentacles and wet hair, will send Ursus over the moon.

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 years

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Deep in the sea.

yandere! genderbent! Ursula

Darkness.

Cold, bitter darkness surrounded you as your screams of despair were left unheard in the quiet night. You screamed and trashed hopelessly, the salty water filling up your lungs as something continued to drag you deeper in to the dark abyss.

You had a feeling that you knew who it was.

You felt weaker and weaker and soon enough sweet air became a distant memory of the past as a large tentacle continued to wrap itself around your leg, tightening its grip while a pair of cold arms were around your shoulders, dragging you closer to your doom. A deep and vicious chuckle of joy escaped him as he heard your pathetic cries for help.

The torment of humans was always a great source of amusement for the sea witch, but you were special.

But alas he knew that you could only last so long as your weak human body would give in at any moment now, your lungs would burst and your heart would stop beating and he couldn't let that happen now, could he? Therefore he took matters in to his own hands. Ursula made a special potion, just for you, and it was the perfect time to use it. He took a large sip from the bottle and held it in his mouth while taking your chin in his hands, pressing his lips against yours. In the shock of the moment you parted your lips and he grinned in the kiss as he spilled the potion in your mouth, while making sure to savour this sweet moment.

Your throat felt like it was on fire as the liquid swam down your throat. It was incredibly bitter and it had a strange metallic aftertaste. You couldn't spit it out for the life of you as you were forced to swallow, the burning agony increasing steadily.

You wanted to cry.

But no tears came out.

You wanted to scream.

But you had lost your voice.

Everything you had was taken by him but even then, it wasn't enough, it would never be enough. Not until he had you, your heart, your soul.

That was all his.

His for the taking, his for destroying, his for loving. And he was going to enjoy every god damn second of it.

"My dear, my sweet, this is what I live for, to help folk like yourself who are in need~!"

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theyanderespecialist · 4 years

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It Is Obvious (One Shot) Male Meg X OC (Disney)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, me and my wonderful co author are here with a quick one shot of yandere Male Meg X OC and this was requested here off of wattpad by JessicaSweetie3 We hope you all enjoy!]

(Marie's POV)

I am the twin sister To Hercules, my name is strange but I do not mind. I learned just recently that I am the daughter of Zeus and was born a goddess, that somehow became a mortal. and now we are trying to become a true heroes so we can become Gods. I need to be a hero. I go and see a female monster holding a male in his hands and I run up to him.

"Hey let him go." I yelled causing her to urn to me.

I grabbed my sword and was ready to fight she came t me and I punched the monster straight in the face hard and then my brother took care of the rest and I helped the man up and he wiped the water out of his face then his eyes met mine.

"Hey.. you okay?" I asked

He stared at me and then smirked. "Oh I am now." He says and walks over to me.

(Menelas's POV)

"Are you sure? That was some monster." She said, not really reacting to me

"You took care of it real well doll face." I say walking to her.

She just blinks at me and I was stunned with how beautiful she is. But I knew my job was to get her under my spell.

However she didn't even seem fazed one bit. She is a odd on but this means I can win her over the old fashion way.

She suddenly looked at me. "I'm not interested if that's what you think." She said suddenly

What she was not interested I felt my heart fall apart. I then smiled. "I am into you like that hero girl, see you later it has been a real slice." I say and leave my heart broken.

Why ..why did I feel like this for her? Why did her rejecting me..make me want her even more?

I do not understand it I thought I gave up on love. (If their is a prize for rotten judgment XD Jk no songs XD)

What about her.. I couldn't think straight. I began to actually get angry at her rejecting me

How could she, did she not know how perfect we were together!?

(I'll answer that. No I dont)

Why was she denying what was obviously true. There is only one hing to do, I have to and will do, make her mine even if I have to make a deal with Hades. I couldn't let her leave me all alone.

I smirked and got to work. [Short but sweet and we hope you all enjoyed, stay sexy!]

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 5 months

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Hello! Recently I've been reading your works (usually twst, disney and sometimes oc) and im really interested.

I would like to request yandere cinderella x reader please if thats okay!

Im not sure if there is any request rules i should follow since i cant really find any or if its open so sorry if i broke any of them! Btw no need to answer this if you aren't interested or dont have the energy, im just curious in how you would write them since they are very unique and nicely written. Remember please take care of yourself and take rest when you need to!! (since you literally post almost everyday)

I try I do post everday, though I'm surprised anyone noticed 🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Genderbend Cinderella x Reader

To say you didn’t like you’re step-brother would be an understatement.

You hated him.

Him and all that he stood for.

It was disgusting, how wicked Ellwick was to you and your family. Not wicked in the way that he looked down on you; more so in the way that his existence was an obstacle to yours. Currently he made it his mission to insert himself where he never belonged, constantly upending your rightful place. You remembered the time before the single father and son duo shoved their way into your family’s lives. It was peaceful, well as peaceful as life with your family could be. Guns, knifes, drugs, cement shoes–the life that meant serving your family and running the city from behind the scenes. Your mother, your brother, and the many associates that joined your family.

What can you say? Blood is binding especially when spilt.

Cinder Ellwick and his father came into your home under the silly notion of ‘healthy’ love. As if fighting alongside one another wasn’t love, these men marched into your lives expecting to ‘fix’ your already perfect family.

Your brother and the many others could spot the foolishness in their morale, unfortunately your mother could not. Which devastated her the moment her new husband got his rightful comeuppance.

“He shouldn’t have joined the game, if he didn’t know how to play.”

Your brother scoffed under his breath during your mother’s mournful eulogy. You couldn’t help but agree. Only irritating you more when your mother dressed in black brought the blonde-headed boy to you two saying something along the lines of him being a permanent burden on your family.

“It’s what he would’ve wanted.”

So what? It was his fault for getting involved! His fault for getting kidnapped! His fault for refusing to arm himself, when you warned him! So why did you, your family, have to live with the nuisance?

“I’m going to try my best, to be apart of this family. Properly this time.”

“That’s good to hear, Ellwick.”

Not long after that he took up the role as you’re family’s cleanup crew, eliminating those your family marked. Unpaid debts and traitors were his targets, the scum of your faction–perfect level for Ellwick to begin truly becoming apart of this family. You’d think that’d be enough for him to feel included. But that’s just like him to be so greedy.

“May I come with you on that mission?”

Ellwick asked, still panting from running down the halls from Mother’s office trying to catch up to you and your brother. You both were prepared, dressed to the nines in comparison to him who was in a dirtied leather suit. It'd be a burden and embarrassment for him to come.

Your brother laughed, ” No chance! Look at you covered in cinders again! What’d you do, wrestle your target in a fire pit?”

Ellwick awkwardly smiled as your brother held his stomach. Laughter rising and eyes widening as if he had an epiphany. He points at the blonde, who barely winces at the pressure.

“Kind of like–Cinderwick! Haha!”

You rolled your eyes as he repeated the name inbetween his belly laughs. Ellwick’s smile was twitching on the otherhand turning his attention to you. Glaring at him you ushered your brother away, barely turning your head to the crushed boy.

“You can’t. We won’t be letting an outsider handle things as private as this.”

Many of your interactions would go like this. Cinderwick inserting himself in your personal business and you putting him in his place, your latest mission was no different. Only that you were older and more responsibility will have fallen to you. You had to step up more than ever.

“Alright my children as we discussed you will be infiltrating the gathering. Your target is the first son of the Mayor. Blackmail, romance him, kiss up, we need a foothold on the city. I can only trust my children.”

“Than why is he here?”

You shifted your eyes to the blond hitman who was standing barely a foot you and your brother. Your mother sighed.

“We need all hands on deck. Our competitors are in attendance as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if they try anything and I just can’t have my babies be put in danger.”

She held both you and your brother’s cheeks pinching it a little. Leaning into her touch you happily smiled at her over-endearment. Whereas your brother recoiled and wriggled away nursing his cheek.

“Aw geez Ma will you stop.”

“Now my children.” She looked to Ellwick.”All my children. I wish you the best.”

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It was almost commendable, how fast Cinderwick managed to do it. Wooing the son of the mayor and leading him on a wild goose chase that ultimately led to a grand proposal. To which he accepted.

There was a nervousness about him being the victor; a sudden power handed to someone who wasn’t apart of the family. He was in a position of power, a position that allowed him to string your family along.

“Congratulations my son! We’re happy you’ve found love in such a place!”

Sugarcoated words and fake pearly smiles were the next step in the mission. Officially tying the mayor to your family…all with a man who wasn’t apart of the family.

“Oh thank you step-mother! I can’t wait to have you and the family at our wedding.”

Your mother’s eye twitched at the ‘step’ but she maintained her smile letting Cinderwick cuddle into his fiance’s arm as they continued to chatter. It was revolting that it was he who returned to the estate with a cocky smile and a ring on his finger.

“Well you told all your children to do your best and they tried. So I will take the mantle up…as long as you agree to my terms.”

The following sentence had your mother sending you and your brother out of the room–treatment originally reserved for an outsider like him. Your brother stomped away dropping his emotionless persona, you followed.

“ARGH! How the heck did that slimy cinderblock idiot get ahead of us!? This is ridiculous!”

“...We tried…Arthur don’t do what I think you’re going to do.”

He turned to you the fire in his eyes directed to you.

“Tried?! We should’ve easily bested that bag of soot!”

Turning back around he made his way to his office slamming his mini fridge open to reveal a plethora of beers and cheap wine bottles. You thought you threw those out. You debated staying as he quickly began to chug the drinks haphazardly dropping the finished cans to the ground.

“Arthur. Don’t drink anything else.”

“Why!? Why wasn’t it me or you even!?”

“Well for one, typical romance isn’t exactly our field of expertise. I don’t know what you exp–”

You were cutoff by the ceramic smashing near the wall behind your head. Barely missing you it was lucky all you got was a cut from the ricochet glass shatter. It didn’t bother you, it seemed shallow, so you pressed further entering the room more. Closing and locking the door behind you as you closed in on your brother aiming to simply hug him.

It didn’t stop his drinking bout but it did bring him to a wobbly pause. Letting you slowly walk him away from the desk the alcohol sat. As if he was being taunted once he got barely three steps away he wrenched himself from your grip darting towards the alcohol. In his raw distracted strength he barely pushed you back into the decorative cabinet.

You would have repeated your attempt if it weren’t for the sudden grip of Ellwick’s leather glove on your wrist. Naturally you pulled yourself away or tried to. Struggling against his bone breaking hold, you ultimately relented as Arthur began to shove off the contents on his desk. Ellwick easily shoved you out of the room, successfully doing so. With that same force he pushes you against the wall, trapping you against it with his narrowed irises and presence alone.

“What are you doing?!”

“Its none of your business.”

“It is every bit my business! Why would you go anywhere near him when he’s in a drunken rage?”

“Because he’s family!” Your voice cracked with emotion, daring to look up at his softened blue eyes. With faux cough, you fixed yourself staring head on to the blonde before slipping past him.

“I don’t expect you to understand that though.”

Speed-walking out of the hall, your only goal was to return to your room hoping to finally relieve the burning sensation in your eyes. Ellwick on the other hand watched you walk away more specifically the cut that had let blood of yours trickle down.

In a fury like none other Ellwick made his way to the closed door. It was time to end this.

For good.

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“My son. I want you to know I will always love your mother and I’ll never stop loving her.”

“Right.”

“But I’ve found someone who makes me happy! Someone who will cherish me and you!”

“Okay.”

“The thing is…she has a very different line of work.”

Ellwick wasn’t sold. Even as young as he was there wasn’t an inherent attraction to the mafia-life. When he had the chance to he’d read a torrent of love-stories and twisted family relations all with mafia environments. It usually ended in death, somehow bringing a foreboding cloud over this new developement.

*Click*

“Whoa whoa little one I get that I’m not a replacement for any–”

“My gun. Take it.”

“E-excuse me?”

Ellwick didn’t really register you before this. Eyes widening as someone as tiny as you easily cocked and flipped the butt of a gun in the direction of his father. Wielding the weapon he’d only seen on those forbidden adult movies with such ease. A silent urgency on your part, you were offering your gun with a custom handle of your favorite color.

It was an uncharacteristic show of kindness.

The first he’d seen in a while.

Since the announcement of your parent’s engagement there was a tension birthed among your closest members and your family. It was a clear sentiment that they dared not express with Ellwick in the room or their boss for that matter.

‘You’re going to be a target. You’re going to die.’

Everyone wanted to say it. Hint at it. But the air was too thick and they were too scared to break the silence.

But not you.

You were the only one to tell it to him straight. Other than Ellwick himself. Of course the old geezer didn’t listen, avidly refusing to take your weapon and then attempting to get the weapon back from you.

It made you his favorite.

To think underneath such a cold exterior there was something soft–small but soft. Its what Ellwick told himself when you’d glare and insult him. He’s never found himself doing the same for your mother and brother. Only finding it in him to imagine their tortuous ends at his hands, he could never do that with you. Even when he began to do his work, he’d be all the more motivated when imagining two-thirds of his step-family.

Step-family. He didn’t like that title.

He hated associating you with that.

He liked you a lot more than that of a step-family.

He could handle the exclusion, the insults, the glares, all of it but he couldn’t have you being in the arms of someone else. So he pulled something he’d thought he buried long ago, charming the mayor’s son.

Having an influential leader’s heir willing to bend to his every whim and need made him powerful.

A threat.

So when your mother came to him practically begging for his forgiveness, Ellwick knew this was his chance to set everything in motion. So when you and your brother angrily departed he was prepared.

“The bit of your faction, handselected at my beck and call.”

“Done. You inform us of the policies and actions of the mayor?”

“Policies and upcoming legislation only. I’m not stalking my in-law.’

“Fine.“

“We meet once a month, I’ll come to you.”

“We can do that. Be willing to let your siblings visit you in-home during ermengenies?”

“Yes…I want (Y/n).”

“Excuse me?”

“I want (Y/n).

“You can’t be serious—”

“I am. I want full ownership of (Y/n) their activities, everything. Otherwise I’ll be inclined to fully inform the mayor and police department of what your true business entails.”

“I can’t possibly give you my child! Who do you think I am?!”

Ellwick made a face. Naturally and quickly pulling a gun out of his suit, earning a horrified reaction from his stepmother who was staring at the barrel. It’s not that Ellwick was unaware of the metal detectors and constant pat downs but when you’re a trained assassin this is light work.

“The same idiot, who thought’d I’d always be cleaning your messes. The same idiot who’s been ostracizing me and still put a gun in my hand.”

He moved closer but not close enough for his step-mother’s garrote-technique to be effective. He was almost inclined to reveal his companions ‘guarding her door or the poisoned dart in his cuff link. But he decided it wouldn’t be needed…not today at least.

“The same idiot who’s blind to the abusive alcholic she raised. That is more than likely hurting (Y/n) right now.”

“What’re you–”

“That’s what your first-husband was like, right? An alchoholic who ran the mafia with an iron fist.”

“Enough!...Fine. You can take them with you after your honeymoon.”

“Before.”

“Why would you–”

“Be-fore.”

“....It will be…done.”

When she finished, Ellwick had full intentions to find you. No doubt cooking up a barrage of insults to cutely angrily whisper behind you’re door. But before he could make it to your room, he heard the sound of glass shattering and muffled yelling.

He could only see red. Red as the cut that was bleeding on your skin.

Seems like his role as the family’s ‘cleanup crew’ would come in handy.

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iamacrazybagel · 2 years

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What if I Told You Fairy Tales Were Real?

Waking up in a house belonging to three fairies was certainly peculiar, but not as bewildering as your past...

Chapter 1 - HI-HO

Your body ached. It felt stiff, as if your joints were locked in placed. You couldn't lift yourself up. Your eyes felt unnervingly crusted. What had happened? You felt a wave of panic cover your form.

After some tug-of-war with your eyes they peeled open. Your vision was blurred, almost that of an alcoholic coming down from a binge. And you had the headache to match.

You blinked a few times and finally your eyes adjusted to the atmosphere. You were staring up at a wooden, weathered ceiling. Leaves and vines protruded from between the crevices. You squinted your still crusty eyes.

"Mph!"

You tried to move your arm to wipe your face off but found it almost felt glued to the bed you were on. You flexed your muscles and gave it a few minutes. What had happened to you? You felt horrible.

You slowly moved your hand to wipe the crusting in your eyes. You sighed. Your other limbs needed the same treatment.

Some time later you had managed to sit up and looked around. The place you were in seemed quite cozy. You could see a bit of sunshine peeking through the haphazardly boarded up windows. You furrowed your brows at the work. Who would board up their windows?

"Okay, (Y/n)....up and at 'em...."

You attempted to heave yourself up and would've fallen had you not taken hold of a sturdy, wooden beam beside you. You glances around once more. You paused.

Where were you?

Oddly enough, you felt the place to be familiar, but almost nostalgically. It felt nice and comforting. Though, you still felt on edge.

Was anyone here?

You had discovered your voice was very hoarse. It felt as if you were hacking up hairballs with pneumonia building up. Letting out a distressed groan, you attempted to clear your throat.

"He...llo?"

Stupid, you thought. You wouldn't get a response with that voice. Someone would've mistaken you for a rat.

"Uh....hello?" You called out a bit louder. Still, no answer. You felt very uncomfortable. Did this mean you were alone?

Then how did you get here?

Body sore, you limped further into what appeared to be a dining area. A fair sized, circular table stood before you, five seats adorning each corner. It looked quite cramped.

You looked the other way and found a small kitchen nook. A small cart held some perishables and some now molded bread. A chest lay sitting on the counter. You looked inside. There was meat, but you quickly pulled back at the rancid smell. Maggots and flies had infested the container. It also appeared to be full of water. Had there been ice in its place before?

You ventured further and found other items that were, of course, expired. It gave you an unsettling vibe, being around all this rotting food. Whoever lived here either didn't know how to cook or had left long ago. You preferred to believe the latter.

The house seemed to actually be a small cottage. Judging by the size of the kitchen and dining area, it was made to house probably no more than two people. Though what disturbed you were the five ominous seats staring right back at you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine. You turned to exit the space and dwelled on if you should explore or not. You still didn't know if you were alone, and the only way to find out would be to look.

Going down the narrow hallway, you found three rooms. You poked your head into each one and found your besting heart steady at the vacancy.

Deciding to investigate further, you peered into the room on the left. It had a small, twin sized, plush mattress. The bad was made up delicately. You counted a total of seven pillows crammed at the head dress. Faded green sheets adorned the bed. A window resided above the bed, and light was visible. This window wasn't boarded up. The only thing was, mass amounts of ivy covered the outer edge, so there was no real need for boards.

There was a small closet to the right side of the room and you peered inside. There were some large shirts, all made from cotton and (sloppily) hand-sewn. Some boots and sandals lay on the floor of the closet. Inside also was a toy chest, dolls and trinkets jetting out. You were perplexed. Children's toys in a seemingly adult room?

You backed away from the small space and exited the room entirely, noting the small film of dust in the air. You now gazed upon the other two rooms. From first glance they appeared similar with the exception of the beds.

You walked into the one on your left. Two beds were placed on either side of the room and a small chest of drawers was placed before the window that was, unsurprisingly, boarded up. A closet stood facing one of the beds and you peeked inside, noting the array of red and blue dresses. They all seemed tailored to a child's size, or a very petit person at least. Black dress shoes dawned the floor below. Some miscellaneous boxes were on a shelf atop the hung clothes. You decided not to even attempt to pull them down. Your body was shaking by just standing.

The beds were made up similarly, both fixed with faded, green sheets and two pillows for each head dress. You wondered about the surplus in pillows in the other room.

Finding your curiosity satiated you then entered the next room, but found it to be the same as the one next to it, only messier. Some clothes lay about and shoes weren't put up. The very few clothes hanging up were bright green. The bed had a lazily draped sheet over it and two pillows. The window sat to the side of the bed, and hardly any sunlight came through the boards.

You now knew how many people lived here. You counted four beds. But that fifth chair still perturbed you.

Turning on your heel you exited the room. You bit your lip as you passed the dining hall and into the space you initially resided. It appeared to be a comfort zone, and you woke up laying on a small, makeshift bedding against a wide windowsill. It wasn't a bed at all really. It was more of a bench that was fixed into a bed.

The white, cotton blanket you had had was a stark contrast to the faded, green sheets the others had. Your pillows were plush and cushion seemed to angle the corners of your body - before you had woken up.

Now feeling comforted in that you were alone, you peered between the small cracks in the boards. You only saw forestry. Trees seemed to engulf the land around you, and the greenest grass you had ever seen swayed in the gentle breeze.

But why did it feel so melancholic?

You sighed and decided to stretch your limbs. Releasing a grunt, you gazed around to look for a possible exit. A door stood right next to the dining area. Would it be unlocked?

You went to take hold of the knob and slowly turned it, noting how silly you were being. It clicked and then you came face to face with the bright, blue sky. You shied away from it, feeling your head pounding.

"Sh*t...!"

You winced in pain. Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and exposed yourself to the outside world.

The sky's hue dimmed ever so slightly and you could see the beautiful terrain before you. Great pines and other tall trees greeted you. A small breeze passed by and you felt just a tad bit better.

Ahead of you laid a stone path. Steadying your breathing you stepped out of the house and walked down the path. A small, Jagged fence rose from the ground. Some bushes sprouted nearby and a garden resided to your right. Just who exactly lived here?

Turning to gaze at the building, you saw that you were correct. It was simply a quaint, little cottage. Foliage sprang from every corner and leaked inside. It looked abandoned.

But who would leave you in an abandoned cottage?

You decided not to dwell much further. You really needed to figure out where you were. And that meant finding somebody, as much as you detested.

Turning back around to leave, you thought about which direction to start in. It looked to be about midday, so you'd have a good amount of light before you'd need to set up camp.

"Let's go....south," You said, seeing the sun's rays beaming from the right. You charged ahead of you and into the thicket of trees.

"I hope I don't get lost..."

Your arms shivered as you walked down the winding path. Dusk had finally swept the horizon and was fading out. You weren't sure of where you were, but the land was very chilly at night.

You had spent hours walking aimlessly, hoping you'd find someone whom you could question. During this time you did some hard deliberation.

The only information you seemed to know were that of your identity and your body's very noticeable vulnerability. You weren't sure where or when you fell asleep to have felt so stiff. Even hours after your awakening you ached. It boggled you. You had no memory it seemed, just that of your person.

(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n) - this was your name. Aside from this information, you had none. You didn't remember your date or birth, your home, nor the people of whom the cottage belonged to. But you were going to get answers.

As the last bit of light perished from the sky, you heard the caws of the crows and the hoots of the owls. The noise of cicadas diminished and was replaced with the call of crickets and the like. The air grew crisp, and a small puff of fog flew before you. You breathed out again. It was cold.

You only had a simple long sleeves shirt and some dress pants on. The material was quite thin. You rubbed your arms together for warmth.

Your head whipped to the side as you heard footsteps. You gasped. Expecting a human to come into view, you were sorely disappointed and frightened when a bear came out. It sniffed the air until its eyes landed on your still form.

Would it attack you? That didn't appear to be a likely scenario. The bear only gazed quizzically into your eyes.

Its smooth fur shimmered from the illuminated moon. It dazzled you with its movements.

As it approached you, it sniffed your body. It came up to your face and wafted your hair. The act sent shivers down your spine. And then you let out an obnoxious sneeze, alerting the bear.

It roared and boasted its fangs at you. Your eyes grew twice their size and you sprinted down the winding path, now sure that the bear was after you.

Heavy steps dashed just meters behind you. You peered over your shoulder and squeaked when the bear was now just a single meter away. It could swat at you and graze your arm.

Your body ached and burned. You lost your footing, tripping over a tree root on the ground before you. You fell with a thud and found yourself curled into a ball, rolling down hill as if you were a rolly-polly.

The world appeared to be spinning and it didn't cease until you crashed a minute later. You felt your vision double and you clutched your throbbing head. You felt the dirt now caked onto your skin and clothes. Loose twigs were lodged inside your hair. You attempted to hoist yourself up, hitting the ground with a huff.

Your vision started fading and you felt nauseous. As you laid back your eyes closed, embracing the impeding darkness.

"I'm....sorry...."

You awoke to the feeling of cold water against your temples. You winced as some met your eyes. You could hear the sound of water sloshing in a bowl. Fluttering your eyes open you were met with the sight of a room and a man wringing water from a cloth.

You instantly were alerted at the male's presence. Your body went stiff. Where were you? Your mind raced with hundreds of questions. Your breath hitched as he meddled with the cloth. Was he applying cold water to your face? The sudden thought of this intruder - or invader touching you nauseated you.

You grunted as you tried to sit up. You were dazed. The last thing you remembered was passing out in the woods. How did this man find you? And who was he?

Had he taken you? Was it the same day? How long had you slept?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the melodious humming of the male. His voice was calm and alluring. You felt all the more sick.

At your haste to move, his eyes met yours. His eyebrows shot up and he put the washcloth down.

"You're awake! How do you feel?"

His voice was smooth. It wasn't deep or masculine, but wasn't gratingly high either. It was soft and almost comforting.

You eyed him suspiciously. You still didn't know who he was. You skimmed over his person. He wore a white, cotton vest with a laced chest opening. His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, and you noted the lack of body hair he appeared to have. He must have been young. It could have been possible he simply lacked enough testosterone. Though his face appeared youthful with few blemishes. His ebony hair was well-put together and reached just to his shoulders, a few loose strands fanning across his face. His eyes were a deep, mesmerizing blue. They were doe-like. Over all, his appearance was almost feminine, but he carried himself that of a man.

He noticed your intense stare and recoiled into himself. "Um," he pursed his lips together, "I suppose you may be wondering what exactly is happening. Fair enough..." He went to grab the washcloth he was wringing before and draped it into some clean water, placing it gingerly over your forehead. You didn't notice how flushed your face was until you felt the refreshing coolness of the cloth.

"I, um, found you outside the door this morning. I brought you inside to treat your injuries and your fever. You've been asleep quite a while." He fumbled his fingers anxiously. You cleared your throat, feeling the dryness of it still. You haven't had anything to drink since you awoke yesterday.

The man jumped a bit and rushed from his seat. "I-I'll fetch you some water. Just one moment." He grabbed a small glass from a counter and fled out the door. You followed his body until he was out of view.

You then scanned your surroundings. You had passed out in front of this house? You didn't question it. At least the bear hadn't found you before he did.

Inside you could tell that you were in another cottage. Though this one appeared a bit bigger than the other one. Your eyes attempted to count the beds all lined in a row. Seven became your total, including the one in which you resided.

Though what striked you as odd were the sizes of the beds. They all seemed to be children's beds, though the man appeared to be a fully grown adult.

There was a table past a walkway that you saw also had seven seats of equal size. A kitchen nook a bit wider in space was visible as well. Light shown from two shutter windows. These weren't boarded up.

Your inspection came to an end as the man returned with a glass of water. You didn't know how excited one could be for a glass of water until you greedily reached your arms out for the cup and glugged every drop before the man even had a chance to sit down. It felt so refreshing. Your throat yearned for more.

"Thank you," your voice came out less hoarse. You offered a grateful smile and handed the cup back to the man. "Can I know the name of the man who has helped me?"

The man chuckled and glanced down at the astonishingly empty cup. "My name is Nival White. And what might be your name?" A smile graced his lips. He was honestly cute in your eyes. But still, you were cautious.

"(Y/n) (L/n)."

He nodded his head in acknowledgement. Before he could speak again, you cut him off. "Could I...have some more water?" He giggled childishly and rose from his seat, going back outside. You assumed he was going to a well of sorts.

A few minutes later he returned and handed you the glass again. You took your time with this cup. You didn't want to get sick.

"Can I ask where you were headed, (Y/n)?" His words were careful in tone. You appreciated his consideration. You weren't sure how to answer his question though. You really didn't know the extent of that answer either.

"Well, I'm not sure to be honest. Like today, I woke up in a foreign cottage a few miles from here just yesterday. I attempted to ask around and see if anyone knew where we were or even if they knew why I was here. In complete honesty, I don't remember a thing aside from my own name." Your face grew grim and you took another small sip of water. It bothered you to not have any recollection of your past. You hated not having answers for your questions.

"Oh...my apologies. I couldn't even imagine what you must be going through. But...how did you get here?" His eyes were curious and intrigued.

"I was being chased by a bear. I didn't see where I was going and tripped over a tree root and fell down a hill. I guess I knocked into your home. I'm terribly sorry." You went to bow your head when he shook his hands precariously.

"No, no! Please. You have nothing to apologize for." He gave a comforting grin. You sighed, relieved.

You set the cup down on the nightstand next to you. "Um, then may I ask where we are? Like I said, I don't remember ever being here." You bit your lip anxiously. You shifted yourself to lean against the small head dress.

"We're in the woods just outside the village, Amoura. That's the closest town to our current location. Though several other lands reside in every general direction." You weren't sure what to make of that answer. It seemed even he was perplexed by the geography of this land. Did he not live here?

"See, I actually came from the fourth kingdom. This area is a bit new to me as well....I apologize." You shook your head to dismiss him. "It's alright. I understand."

"Um, but if you came from elsewhere, who resides here in this cottage?" You gave him a cautious gaze. He piped up at your question.

"Oh, some nice men live here. They allowed me to stay with them. That's why I'm here."

"Oh..."

His smile seemed to drop as his eyes wandered. He appeared to be deep in thought. His hands tugged at his pants shakily.

You knew that there was more to that story, but it wasn't your place to pry. He seemed to have some deep rooted trauma lurking behind the scenes.

You cleared your throat attempting to bring him back from himself. "Well, that's very kind of them. But, I'm sure that didn't include my stay. I should get going."

Nival's eyes widened suddenly. He rose from his seat, inclining you to now fully capture his tall stature. It honestly intimidated you.

"No! Please, I would feel horrible if I let you go back to wandering about. Why not stay for a while and recuperate? You need rest." He tried persistently to convince you to stay. You felt inclined to accept his offer, though you really didn't want to over-stay your welcome. This wasn't even his home and he was inviting you to stay.

Aside from that, you still didn't know these people. How were you supposed to trust them?

Well, I suppose you could counter that question to yourself. What exactly were you doing here?

You decided not to dwell on that thought further. You bit your lip as you looked at the pleading male before you. You really did need a place to stay. You wouldn't deny that. You were too scared to return to the cottage you were at yesterday. But you really didn't have a targeted destination. What if someone was tracking you? You still needed to ask around, but what would you do then? "Then I should at least gain permission from the home owners first."

Nival let out a long sigh. "Fair enough."

He thought for a moment, then glanced to you. "Are you hungry?" His question took you by surprise. You hadn't even thought about food. But when had been the last time you had eaten anything?

Thinking back to the moldy food from yesterday, it had probably been a while.

"Yes," You smiled graciously, "I would love to eat." Nival smiled, now prepared for a new task. "Alright! Do you have any particular requests?" He skipped off past the wide walkway and into the spacious kitchen. You could still see his figure gathering utensils and looking around.

"Um...no. Whatever you have is fine. I really do appreciate it."

Nival then went to work in the kitchen. He attempted to strike up conversation during that time, but you were understandably too tired to hold one. He allowed you to rest until the stew he was preparing was ready.

"Ah, they're home," Nival chimed as he wrung his hands on a small hand towel. He pursed his lips anxiously. You looked to the window closest to you, light coming from just a short distance away. Voices carried through the woods.

You hadn't noticed it was dark until you saw the contrast of the yellow-hued light against the dark sky. You felt your stomach curl in knots. You really hoped you weren't a bother by staying.

Nival had insisted you wouldn't be, but again, he wasn't the owner of the house. Nival was a very empathetic character. He was easy to connect with. You honestly appreciated his company.

"Hi-ho! Hi-ho!"

You furrowed your brows at the clearer chant. Their voices sounded gruff and old. You wondered what they looked like. There were seven of them from what you had gathered. Were they all brothers?

You caught sight of them through the window and froze.

The door opened and a small, stout man in red took off his cap. He hung it atop the rack next to the door and slid his coat off. As the others piled in, you noticed just how similar they all were.

They were all dwarves. They were all gritty and caked in soot. You recalled Nival mentioning that they worked in the mines. Their clothes were darkened with dirt and grime. Sweat was visible on their features.

One of them let out a sigh as he stretched. "What are you cooking for us, Nival? We're starving!" The others followed his movements in removing their outer garments and caps. They all looked drained.

Nival chuckled. He appeared from the kitchen and came into the entrance. "I've made beef stew, Grumpy's favorite, if I'm correct?" His voice sounded playful. A man in the crowd grumbled and you caught sight of a man with a heavy scowl and very noticeable wrinkles. You almost laughed had you not wanted to keep the attention off of yourself.

"Go wash up and you may eat!" Nival claimed, pointing down a small hallway that you hadn't noticed before. There must have been a restroom down there. You hadn't stood up to wander the space.

"Are you kidding me?!" the one you supposed was Grumpy exclaimed. He rolled his sleeves to his elbows and scowled at Nival. "I come back home from a twelve hour shift picking rocks, and you want me to wait for my supper?!" He was enraged, and understandably so. You probably wouldn't want to wash up if you had endured such a long day.

"You'll be able to enjoy your dinner better if you feel clean," Nival countered. You saw the logic in his words. Feeling clean would make for a better mood. "Besides, the stew is too hot to eat right now. You have enough time to wash up, and it'll be ready to eat." Another valid point, you thought.

The seven men grumbled as they trekked their way to the washroom. Before they could all fit inside, however, one took notice of your form. "Hey, Nival! Why are they still here?!" Grumpy screamed.

You suddenly felt that you needed to leave. You were right in thinking they'd want you out. As you attempted to get up from the bed, another man chimed in, "Now, Grumpy. Can't you be a little considerate? The poor chump was knocked out at our porch step, for crying out loud!"

You pursed your lips together, going to lay the blanket you held back onto the bed and stood to your full height. "Um, I-I'll leave! Sorry for the intrusion, but I thank you for your generous hospitality thus far." You went to rush out the door when Nival caught your arm. He gave you a pleading look.

He turned to the others, his hand still firmly gripping your arm. "This is (Y/n). They don't remember where they came from, they don't remember anything aside from their name. Can't we let them stay until their memory returns? They might get hurt out there on their own!" His words were very rushed. He really didn't want you to leave it seemed. You appreciated his kindness, but you didn't want to overstay your welcome.

"Nival, we don't hardly have enough room for you! How can we sustain another person?" Grumpy insisted. Nival flinched at his words. "We let you stay because that wretched wh*re of a stepmother is trying to kill you! But we can't just keep running a shelter."

You understood where he was coming from. You wouldn't be particularly open to housing lost, wayward people either, especially when you didn't have room for them. There were lots of things to consider when housing new tenants.

You felt Nival's hand tighten on your arm. You knew that Grumpy's words had hit a sore spot. Was that what he was thinking about earlier? You felt terrible for him, truly. You couldn't imagine having a mother that wanted to kill you.

You didn't even remember your own mother.

Nival stood before you with an unwavering stance. A long silence drew through the air. Though you didn't dare speak. Your eyes glazed over the seven stout men. They each had their own individual features. While most held immense pity, Grumpy held a scowl so wicked you were afraid it was permanent. His arms were crossed. Long sleeves draped loosely around his arms, making his appearance a bit tougher. Grime etched into his pores and he only appeared more menacing.

The others, however, were just as silent as you were. They all seemed too fearful or bashful to say much of anything. They all had globs of dirt caked into their skin and clothes. Their fashion choices were the same as Grumpy's; long, sagging sleeved cotton shirts underneath overalls, jeans covering their legs and small, black boots to match.

The one who adorned spectacles cleared his throat. You watched as he pushed Grumpy aside and pushed his glasses closer to his face. He gave you a pitied glance before directing his attention to Nival. "Nival, I understand their predicament. But we really don't have enough space here for them. Where would they sleep? How would we get enough food to sustain everybody? While I commend you for trying to help, you must know your limits."

His tone was empathetic and cautious. You could assume that he was the thinker in the group, he put logic and reason above all else. You appreciated his concern for you.

"But if I were to find a way to arrange all of that - could they stay then?" Nival pressed. You felt he would only agitate the men more if he continued talking. You put a hand to his shoulder and met his gaze.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be alright."

Nival only gave a shake of his head and a, "No, you won't." As he went to speak again, the spectacle-bearing man drew Nival's attention back to him. He had his hand pressed to his chin , almost as if he were thinking pensively, as he beckoned for Nival to listen.

"If," he started slowly, taking a moment to look back at the others, "you can find a way to do all of that, and they are put to good use after they heal, then they can stay." His words were slow and careful. You heard Nival release a soft sigh. His shoulders released from their invisible hold and he knelt down before the dwarf.

"Thank you, Doc. I promise, you won't have to worry about a thing." He went to shake Doc's hand. The now jolly man chuckled. "I sure hope so, my boy." Nival gave an appreciative smile and turned to look your way.

"Thank you," you breathed out. Though you didn't want to be a burden to the men, you did appreciate their kindness. You really weren't sure how you would fair on your own. There was the seemingly abandoned cottage you could potentially take refuge in, though you still didn't understand who had brought you there and if they were truly gone. You also didn't know the layout of this land at all. It would be unwise for you to travel alone.

"You're quite welcome," Doc said with a generous smile. "Now, it's getting late. Nival requested we wash up before supper. You can tell us about yourself afterwards." He then commanded the others to head for the wash room. You let out a long sigh as they turned away. Nival smiled at you kindly.

"Hurry now, before the stew gets cold."

#disney #yandere #fanfic #gender neautral reader #disney princesses #romance #morbid #horror #genderbent #reader insert #fantasy

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the-tired-giant · 5 years

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Fandom list!:

Genderbent/Regular Yandere Simulator

Hetalia

Detroit Beccome Human

Genderbent Disney

The Arcana

My Hero Academia

I might think of more

I do:

Headcannons (H)

Scenarios (S)

Oneshots (O)

Anything that's NSFW will be marked as (N), stuff that's Fluffly will be marked as (F) and anything angsty will be mark with (A).

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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Cursed idea: Yandere genderbent Disney

If I have to suffer with this thought so do you

Y’all I wrote a cursed yandere Mickey Mouse fic for laughs. It doesn’t get much more cursed than that.

Try me.

-Mommabean (plus I mean I’ve seen concept art for this. Not too shabby! Kinda hot tho! )

#yeah they’re kinda hot tho #anon confessions are amazing #anon asks #Mommabean

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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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Disney villains as Yanderes

These are yandere headcanons for Genderbent! Cruella de Ville, Genderbent! Ursula, Genderbent! Maleficent, Shan Yu, Hades, Humann!Scar and Human! Shere Khan. Also, try to imagine them the way they look in fanart rather than the Disney movies I find that helps a lot

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Cruella de Ville

Cruella is just the most sadistic yandere you'll ever meet, his treatment of his darling is only slightly better than his treatment of those poor pups. He keeps her chained up in his room, forcing her to wear the most decorative monochrome collar with the heaviest iron leash, limiting the poor darling's movement.

But his tournament is just beginning. For some sick, demented reason Cruella just loves to humiliate his "little puppy". He'll make you eat and drink from a bowl on the ground, make you sit at his feet begging to his attention if you want something. It's disgracing, soul-crushing even, but for him it's power! It shows that he controls all aspects of your meaningless life. It's the ultimate proof that YOU BELONG TO HIM.

"Little puppy what is it that you want?..."

There are days -few and scattered- where the wicked man can be almost called nice. He won't start treating you like a human being but more like the favorite pet instead of some runt. On these sacred days, he'll have you sit on his lap as he sketches out a new design, sometimes even drawing a cute dress or skirt for you to wear. On days where he's feeling generous, days where you've proved that you are indeed his sweet little pet. Cruella will take you to the outside world, a place your memory can just barely recall. The two of you will spend the day shopping through the luxury boutiques. The black and white-haired man will make you try on everything that catches his eye, he may be cruel but he's not unreasonable he always wants his cute puppy to look their best.

"...You better be ready to beg for it."

Ursula

Ursula is so so manipulative to the point where talking to him becomes an exhausting task. He's so good with words, twisted every single word until it better serves him. At the end of any conversation, you're left bewildered, trying to retrace your words to find just how you got here.

The sea witch had no need to kidnap his beloved darling all he had to do was speak. Through radiating words, he promises you all that your heart desires. He promises a straight forward easy contract but instead, you're given nothing but misery, locked away forever in his somber cave.

"You poor unfortunate soul tell me...."

Even if you do try and escape, Urusal will just send his lackeys to retrieve you, they are even given the pleasure of "toying" with you a bit. Leaving little nibble marks along your arms, drawing a bit of blood along the way but never anything too devastating no that pleasure is left for Urusal and Urusal alone.

The Cecelia's punishments are harsh, they aren't exactly painful...it's more the gut wrenching feeling of guilt and fear that Urusal is able to install in you that makes them particularly fearsome. No matter what you are being punished for, the end is always the same. Somehow cruel heartless Urusal is always the innocent victims while you are the ungrateful, conniving leech that is never satisfied. Poor Urusal just gives and gives wishing only a loving companion in return but what do you do? You run away! Throw a tantrum breaking some of his rare potions just because he was looking out for your safety and wouldn't let you go out. He should chop off your tail! Leave you on land to shrivel up and die!... Oh but he just can't bear losing his little lover! Maybe just for once, he'll just lock you up in a cage made from megalodon teeth, a tiny punishment for your huge crime!

"...Tell me what it is your heart desires?"

Maleficent

The dark fae is a rather caring protective, who is very lucid about the predicament of his relationship with his darling. He knows that they don't love him, he knows that he stole them away from their old life, he knows. But he's just so good at justifying his actions! He took you from the company of those humans because they are all corrupt! They hurt all that is pure in this world! It's just better if he keeps you locked up in his castle far away from those monsters!

Now unlike the majority of the Disney Villian, Maleficent isn't cruel or sadistic. The only reason he kidnapped his darling is to keep them safe! Why would he do anything that could jeopardize their happiness and safety! No, no Maleficent would never find amusement in your pain, never lay a hand on you cause you latched out. If ever the need arises where he had to punish you, then he'll lock you up in the dungeons. A couple of days alone in darkness will have you behaving like the sweet innocent lover that he wants!

"I love you (y/n)..."

At some point, after a great deal of time has passed from your kidnapping, Maleficent will grant you the freedom to roam around the castle. There is still the lingering rule for his darling to never step foot outside even when Maleficent is with them. But that -along with most things- is just a countermeasure to keep them safe!

".....No power on earth can change that!"

All in all, Maleficent is one of the better yandere to have, he's caring to the point where he seals every door and windows so nothing dangerous can get in, he's overprotective to the point of following you around everywhere, he's loving to the point where he's willing to submerge you in endless darkness just so you see his perspective! Yes! All so very loving! And very soon you will see it that way too.

Hades

The god of the underworld is a very bizarre mix, he's possessive, so very possessive that he probably killed you himself! Just so you could never leave him! But at the same time, he's very delusional, seeing your murder as less of a crime and more of a romantic gesture akin to marriage.

Hades' love for his darling is so sick and twisted that some may not even call it love! It's just pure mania! One minute the fiery god is cooing at you, complimenting how gorgeous you look in the black toga he got you. The next he's screaming, hair burning a staking red as he yells about how quiet and cold you're being! How you don't love him as much as he loves! Truth is Hades' doesn't want your love exactly, better yet he doesn't know what love is. He just wants you to be as obsessed with him as he is with you!

"Look (y/n) this whole relationship this is easy!...."

Hades' punishments are also very fierce. The lord of the dead gets offended quickly! The slightest offense can drive him into a mad rage!

He'll do practically anything to teach his darling a lesson, from burning them to disembodying them and then stitching them back together. The idea of inflicting pain is just so enjoyable to him! The thought that he has full control over how you feel! Oh, how he loves "playing" with you controlling your every move.

Eventually, Hades' darling will get so used to his temperamental moods and sadistic behavior that they just end up not caring. He's going to burn your right arm until it's limb? Okay, cool is that before or after your date to Skopelos? Oh, he's threatening to feed you to Cerberus? That's fine just don't forget I want Tomatokeftedes for dinner. Not much really fazes you at this point.

"You just got to make me the center of your world and ba-bing ba-boom we're an official couple!"

Scar

it's always blood and guts with him

always screams of agony and frustration

always his word above all else

always him

Scar is one of the worst yanderes, cause he can make pain feel like nostalgic, welcoming even. With only a few sugar-laced words he can turn your own mind against you. He's cruel and calculating never permitting you to do the smallest thing for yourself. If you want something you have bat your eyes and beg real nicely so he'll consider ordering someone to do it for you. It's such a rare, practically precious accurate if Scar ever decides to do anything even remotely nice for you. If ever he fetches you your or dress you or even toss you a gift. You will have to treasure those moments.

" Be prepared (y/n)..."

Everything is a quid pro quo with him, the black-haired man never does anything out of the kindness of his heart. He makes you thank him for the simplest of things like letting you eat, or giving you a bed to sleep in.

Despite how horribly Scar treats his darling he still expects them to love him unconditionally. He wants to be the only thing his darling thinks. In a rather twisted way, he really does try to prove that he loves you, even if it's though scratch marks that are just a little too deep to be considered "scratched" or love bites that draw too much blood. He does love you, you know he does!...or maybe it's all just a mind game.

"....For I shall always remain your king!"

Shan Yu

Shan Yu borders somewhere between protective and obsessive. he knows his darling can protect herself, they're strong, capable, but the truth of the matter is he doesn't want them to! He wants you to depend on him, to make him feel wanted. It's very likely that his darling is a soldier in his army (from what I've heard women from the Hun tribes could join the army) which permits him to start a "casual affair with them. It's nothing at first, a passe time between fleeting moments of peace. But it turns dark quickly when he notices them "flirting" with some other soldiers, touching them, smiling at them, things she should only be doing with him!

He doesn't so much kidnap his darling as "claim" them either through a straightforward declaration to his tropes or through "love marks" that he leaves over their body. It's a sudden kind of thing, one moment is preparing for battle-ready to strike down anyone that stands in their way the next they are being dragged to Shan Yu's tent and being told they aren't permitted to fight anymore!

"I tire of your arrogance, (y/n)..."

Shan Yu isn't exactly cruel per se...he's just a tad bit aggressive. He takes every tiny disobedience as a sign of rebellion! And he's more than willing to strangle the resistance out of you. He hates to punish you, hates to see you in any form of pain but how else is he going to get you to be his trusty loving darling?!

At some point, he'll let his darling on the battlefield, only for battles he knows for certain that his team will win. Shan Yu adores the way his darling gracefully swings their blade at anything in sight! Cutting enemies with practiced elegance and wearing their blood like a dress made from the finest silk.

"....You belong to me why can't you just accept that?"

Shere Khan

(Fun fact his name translates to "Lion King" in Persian. Shere being the direct translation of lion and Khan being a prefix (such as majesty) to a king or ruler. )

Shere Khan is a complex yandere and can't really be nailed to a specific "type" he's protective of his darling, willing to kill anyone that so much as looks at them wrong. On the other hand, he himself adores tormenting his darling. Sometimes it's just flirting, making them flustered, other times it's raking his claw-like nails over every inch of their body until they're a bloody mess. Then there's just how obsessed he is with his darling, how they infiltrate his mind every second of every day. Even when the poor man is asleep all they can think of his lover.

The important thing to remember about Shere Khan is that he doesn't mean any malice, he doesn't do what he does out of spite or hatred but rather for both love and "fun", he's a bit like a puppy that doesn't understand that biting his harmful and instead sees it as a game. "hurting" his lover is just claiming them, heck Khan will be thrilled if his darling left their own marks on his body.

"No matter how fast you run..."

Khan is a rather cold lover, never really showing you much of his emotions, he's secretive, quiet. But he makes up for that with the gift that he buys his darling. Khan insists that his darling always dresses in the most lavish, flowing dresses. They must always look their best, after all, he deserves only the best.

There are times when he'll be nicer towards his darling taking them out for walks or maybe even cuddling with them. He does love the feeling of warmth that his darling radiates. His favorite thing to do his lay down in the sun with his arms wrapped tightly around his lover and just drift off to sleep.

"..I Will always find you!"

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