She adores me, she truly adores me! My beloved rose, waking up to that jealous face of yours makes me so happy. You looked furious, unhinged, scratching up your name in my chest. Who were you jealous of, my sweet? Who made you think I'd ever look anywhere but at you? I'll kill them for you, my love, I'll make them disappear and throw away the key. Anything to make you happy. I love you, I adore you, I'm obsessed with you. There's no need to worry, there's no one else I could possibly want more.
I'll do anything to prove it to you. Take my eyes, cut out my tongue, chew up my heart, anything for you. Let's runaway some where isolated right now, let's get married, let's start a family, lets die together. I want all of it immediately! I'm yours!
I can't begin to say how happy I am right now. My beloved and I had our first date, and everything went so well. All my time and effort, put into studying and fixing myself to suit their tastes has paid off beautifully. They can finally see how devoted I am to them, I'd do anything they ask, absolutely anything.
I love them so much, I felt a bit embarrassed that I couldn't stop staring, all I could think about was how close their were, how sweet they sounded. It took so much willpower not to just reach out and grab them, but I need to be patient. My love is delicate and shy, if I get too excited I'll frighten them. I want this to go as gently as possible so they'll understand faster when we live together. But I feel we're on the right track.
All night, my angel smiled and laughed and told me they felt like they'd known me all their life. Of course you have, my dear, I've been following you for so long. Of course some part of you understands that we are made for each other, we belong to each other. I've worked myself lovingly to the bone for you - for us.
Even now, I'm watching them and studying hard. There's always so much to learn about them and so many pretty photos to take.
Taking on a job at a local farm or corn maze, you meet a tall, broad-shouldered boy employed there. He’s curly-haired and freckled, with a handsome, slightly boyish face, extremely cute in an earthy, farmerly way, and has a chipper, friendly manner. The owners tell you he’s a local who’s been volunteering for 3 years now at their place, and is a hardworking, honest fellow. They assign him to watch over you and teach you your work, and he proves a good and competent teacher, you learning the ropes quickly, although he tends to hover behind you a much.
Eventually, unable to handle the constant feeling of eyes boring into your back any longer, you question him about it, and he admits, sheepishly, that he just wants to spend extra time with you. You let out a laugh, then realize he’s being serious, and at his earnest, sheepish manner you can’t help a blush tinging your cheeks. He asks you out, you agree, and in the hectic final week before Halloween arrives you manage to squeeze a couple dates into your busy schedule.
As Autumn progresses and the local harvests are brought in, he volunteers at several farms in the area, and, sneakily tagging along with him, you get to watch him at work, muscles rippling and straining beneath his shirts soaked and pulled tight with sweat despite the cold weather. He lets you ogle him with a mix of amusement, pride, and bashfulness that only makes him even more endearing to you.
Despite his charms, he keeps insisting you’re the adorable one, and that he feels so lucky just to be around you. It’s obvious he’s over the moon about you.
After several weeks of dating, as November draws to a close and your breaths steam the air, he says he hopes the relationship can continue, but he’s not sure since Winters can be a bit difficult for him, a sad air in his voice. You assuming he meant emotionally, you quickly say it’s okay, that you want to be there for him.
“Do you really mean that?” he asks.
“Of course,” you reply, smiling.
His eyes take on a strange glint. “Then I’ll hold you to that,” he says mysteriously.
Unfortunately for you, the boy is a dryad who’s long been searching for a mate to join him in hibernation through the Winter, to be reborn again in the Spring. And he’s already chosen you as his plant-mate.
tw: obssessive behavior, starvation, depression, hinted non - con, hinted mind - break (not the sexy type, unfortunately)
The change was small at first. Almost unrecognizable. He would still comb your hair oh so carefully at night right before sending you to bed, slowly running his fingers through the silk as if the tiniest hint of pain would scare you away. He would still hum quietly your favourite melodies when he felt your body tense against his chest or whether your voice broke into a tiny whimper.
He still told you he loved you, even more so now, constantly, like a broken record or an old radio repeating the same song over and over again. But you could see it clearly in his eyes. The tilt of his chin each time your orbs glazed over the full plate with little interest. The spark of annoyance when you felt dizzy and had to lean on him for support. The ever - growing freezing silence haunting you in the rare moments you were sober enough to feel it in the air, creating tension so thick you could sense it vibrating around your neck when his hands met your waist. He hadn't touched you yet, not really.
It took two months for Evan to break. To snap out of his terrible monotone passive aggression and fucking do something, anything. Your boyfriend was shouting frantically, crying as he towered over you when in reality he had never felt so small before in his miserable life.
You're a mess. You look like a fucking ghost.
He screamed for hours, restless, relentless in his pitiful attempts to draw a reaction out of you. His throat was on fire, burning, possibly bleeding but you didn't seem to care. You wanted to answer him, you really did, to at least show some defiance, but you couldn't. You were just so tired, so sleepy and light - headed that your legs were shaking, and you felt awfully warm, yet really cold too, hot, cold, freezing, cold, hot, hot, hot...
You woke up in his your bed six hours later. Your lips felt swollen, red and bruised.
Eat something. I am begging you. You have gotten so thin.
Evan had pinned you to the floor. You could feel his breath on your neck - mint, whiskey and sweat mixing together in a terrifying, magnetic, beautiful chaos of teeth, tongue and hushed words you hoped to never hear again.
You are so fragile, baby. I could break you with a simple kiss.
And he did many, many times. It was true though, every hurtful little thing the man said - you had let yourself go. You were starving yourself. You were drinking, crying, emptying everything that had managed to stay in your stomach, then repeating the process until you could hardly remember why you did it in the first place. You had made yourself vulnerable in front of him. You had grown tired of fighting every single day for a life that just didn't belong to you anymore.
If you don't care about your body, I won't care either.
Evan always kissed desperately. Like his survival depended on claiming your lips and taking the soft breaths out of your black barely functioning lungs. His left hand was gripping your hair, pulling on it with force uncharacteristic of someone usually so gentle and considerate. The man whispered in your ear, confessing to every dirty detail, every twisted fantasy, brutal in his honesty yet tender as he cried his soul out to you. He wanted you. He had always wanted you just like this. On your back. Crying. Broken.
Warnings-blood, physical violence, bondage, and a bit of cuteness
Requested by @eyebrownmilo
It never occurred￼ that someone could put up such fight against him, let alone a human. Even sneak attacks wouldn’t work.
Usually when he fought them, he and them would walk away hurt and bruised but nothing serious. Even when the human got the better of him he thought that they would kill him.
They would extend a hand with kindness, someone the skeleton hadn’t seen in years making him teleport away every time.
And even when he himself had the human on the ropes, they would still fight back with a determined glint in their eyes.
So soon enough he caught feelings for the human. Something he told himself he would never do.
You woke up feeling floaty, as if you were above the ground. So when you opened your eyes you noticed that you were chained to wall seeing a familiar set of eyes.
“Good morning love~”
A deep voice purred before revealing himself.
You sighed in annoyance.
You said as he cupped your chin and pulled you into a kiss. After a few minutes he pulled away with a loving look.
“You don’t understand y/n. Throughout all of our battles I’ve grown attached to you.”
He said as a blush formed on both of your faces.
“Look dust I have the same feelings for but you didn’t have to go this far.”
You chuckled as his blush darkened before you blinked and you were in bed with his hands around your waist. So hey now you have a possessive skeleton for a lover but this wasn’t that worst thing that could’ve happened
Trying to survive in NRC isn’t easy, this time you were lucky Rook was there, weren’t you?
He was used to watching, it was something had done his whole life. Was it really a surprise that he had taken to watching the new innocent student that had stumbled into NRC? Observing her had become one of his favourite pastimes, seeing her plan and manipulate situations so that she could survive was always interesting, he wanted to see how long she could survive, so that’s how he found himself here, watching her being cornered in a silent corridor by a Savanaclaw student who currently had a hand wrapped around her arm with a smile that was enough to send a visible shiver down her spine. She probably thought she was being smart, she’d gotten to know the layout of the school early on, she learned the backways to get to places, the unused passages and which places were good to use at specific times of day for being deserted, she was smart.
But she’d been complacent, she’d likely gotten too used to things going her way from her many escapes from sticky situations. She’d made the mistake of not checking if she was being followed, and the result of that complacency was her current predicament. Her expression was nervous as she glanced from side to side, trying to see if there was any way to slip past the hulking form of the beastman in front of her, but her attempts to create an escape plan were cut short by a fist slamming into the stone of the wall right next to her face. She yelped, flinching away on instinct as her free hand came up to shield her face.
“Thinking you can get away you stupid bitch?”
He couldn’t see the expression on his face from his vantage point further down the corridor in the shadows, but the fear in her eyes was enough for him to imagine the deranged smile he was directing at her. He was Savanaclaw, brutishly strong and faster than her. She was in trouble, being isolated in this place was normally a good thing, but now she was probably cursing her decision, while having other around her would be useful, besides himself of course, there was no guarantee that any other student would help her and they certainly didn’t feel shame in harming someone in front of other people, but at the least they would likely pick a fight with the student pinning her, giving her a chance to slip away.
But she didn’t still didn’t give up, grabbing the hand wrapped around her upper arm, trying to pry it off. His fingers didn’t budge at her tugging, instead tightening to the point he could see the skin whiten and cave under his hand, lifting her off the ground by the limb, leaving her dangling in his grasp for a moment before levering his hand upwards and bringing it down harshly, throwing her upwards before she was suddenly thrown forward with immense strength. Her body went crashing forward, unable to correct herself, her body slamming into the stone of the floor. He could come to her aid no doubt, but he simply didn’t want to, her expressions of pain and desperation too beautiful for him to cut short, no, he would let this play out.
He continued to watch as she lifted her head from the floor with unclear eyes. Dazed, she shook her head, but before she could try and catch the breath that had been forced out of her, but unknown the her, the student behind her lifted his foot into the air before violently smashing it down into her back just below her ribs, knocking the little air she had out of her lung in a pain filled wheeze.
“You’ve been a pain in the ass sneaking around like a rat. Think you’re smarter than us? A smug bitch like you needs to be put in your place, you’re nothing!” His foot hooked under her waist, rolling her over with it before smashing his foot down on her again, and then she was struggling to breathe. Panic started to set into her features, her legs kicking out as her hands came up to grasp at his shin, her nails digging into and raking across his jeans, trying to press them into the solid muscle of his leg to get him to get off, but he didn’t budge, just looking down at her with a sadistic smirk as she thrashed under his foot.
“Eh, does the little rat want to get away? Too bad, you’ve pissed me off with all your running around, I’m sick of seeing your pathetic tries to hide. Maybe caving your face in’ll be enough to calm me down.” He grinned, balling his hand into a fist and bringing it up next to his head. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?”
She sucked in all the breath she could before clamping her eyes shut, and at that point he’d seen enough. He was an observer normally, he enjoyed watching her struggle and thrash and struggle to survive, there was beauty in her desperation to survive, but there was something in the idea of her dying to the brutality of a no name Savanaclaw student that simply didn’t appeal to him. Was it that her body would be mutilated and torn to shreds, that she wouldn’t remain beautiful in such a death? But his reasoning didn’t matter, nocking an arrow, he pulled back the bowstring, feeling the familiar tension before releasing. With her eyes still closed, she wouldn’t see as the arrow flew forwards, cutting through the air with terrifying precision before it sliced through its target, lodging itself through the first of her perpetrator, the unexpected pain blew his eyes wide as a scream left him. The pain heightening his senses, adrenaline pumping through his veins sending tremors through his muscles as he jumped to the side, scanning the hallway with the fierce eyes an injured animal that made his blood run warm, his hand grasped around his injured wrist where the arrow locked his palm and some of his fingers together in a fist.
“Who the fuck did that?!” He had to hold in his laugh and the ferocity of his tone, enjoying the moment of watching a scared, cornered animal try to figure out how a situation they had believed to be under their control went so wrong.
“Ah, my apologies monsieur! That would be me.” His footsteps from his side of the hallway rung clear, but his accent would give him away before he stepped into the light.
“Rook Hunt.” The student snarled, his hand circled around the wrist of his damaged hand as he glared at him. But when he began to twitch his hand, he could only laugh.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you monsieur, if you try to tear that arrow out, you’ll rip off at least one of your fingers and damage at least one more beyond repair.” His eyes narrowed. “I would suggest getting yourself to the infirmary, an injured predator becomes prey quickly, non?”
The student snarled again, but after a moment he slunk past the two of them with a harsh glare before walking down the hall.
“Thank you.” He looked towards her, taking in her rare disheveled appearance, her shirt untucked, rumpled, and stained with the debris from the bottom of the student’s boot, hair ruffled and unkempt, skin paler than normal, shaking even as she tried to sit up and support herself, how lovely she looked, even like this.
“There’s no need to thank me, mon chéri, is it not the duty of a gentleman to protect a lady? Speaking of which-“ she looked at him in confused wonder as he nocked another arrow, turning to face the way the student had begun to walk. By the time he had released the arrow and he turned back to face her, her look of wonder turned to one of shock, morphing into fear as a heavy thump sounded from further down the corridor. “Are you alright?”
“Did...Did you kill him?” Her voice was small and weak, her overall appearance more akin to a delicate baby bird than a human, he could only smile as she winced back from the hand he offered her, so he drew it back to his chin.
“Ah, mon chéri, you are still so innocent! Do you think he would’ve let you go? Such a beast would never let his prey escape him, he would’ve hunted you once more as soon as he could. There’s only one way to stop such a brute.”
“I could hide, there must be some other way!” He shook his head with a dramatic sigh.
“Could you truly do so forever my dear? You have experienced it yourself, you know the ugly reality of this place, do you not? Such a delicate maiden is easy prey here, for you it is the most dangerous.”
“You do not wish to kill?” He smiled. “You don’t need to fear! I too would prefer for your hands to not be stained with red! If that is the case, why do we not work together?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come to me. I can be your shield, I can protect you so you never feel such fear and brutality again, your hands can remain clean at my side.”
“But what do I give you?” He knelt to her level, taking her hand in his and laying a kiss to the back of it.
“The pleasure of your company is enough of a gift, mon chéri, for you are the only one in this place that is still untainted, simply staying with me is payment enough. I ask for nothing more, I swear on my honour.”
The two remained in silence for a moment, it seemed that she was thinking over the offer, her frazzled mind likely trying to compare the pros and cons of the deal offered to her. But the two of them knew as well as the other did that she wasn’t strong enough to survive in NRC alone, so looking up at him, she reluctantly nodded.
“ Ah, magnifique! The two of us shall have a most splendid time, I promise you! But first I believe we should take you to the infirmary, you look quite shaken mon chéri.”
“Oh, no. There’s no need-“
“Nonsense! I promised to protect you, no?” He lifted her into his arms, holding her so that her focus was towards her own embarrassment rather than the body the two would walk past, and as she flushed against his shoulder, he could no longer hold in the satisfied smile where she clung to him. He certainly made the right choice in allowing her to see the truth of NRC, the body they walked past wouldn’t be the last to add to the pile of kills in her name, but he could at least thank his sacrifice for driving her into his arms.