#not my best work but I’m like. half dead meself rn 😂

[carnivorousyandeere]

Yandere Witch x Ghost Reader

CW: Dead Reader, Claustrophobia, Corpse

Mika’s back! What a dumpster fire of a person. I don’t think they thought this through as thoroughly as he could’ve 💕

Heavier on the angst side.

(Please Blacklist the tag “#ghost reader” if you don’t wanna see this)

🥀Things were… strange, on that particular morning when you woke up and went to check on Mika like always.

🥀Your darling Witch’s stricken expression as she turned and saw you was the first sign that something was wrong. They brought you inside, and tried to make tea, but their hands shook too much.

🥀 Their attitude didn’t improve from there. Mika’s anxiousness rubbed off on you, and things continued to escalate.

🥀And when you tried to touch their shoulder, your hand passed right through.

🥀 Glasses and plates in the kitchen began to vibrate and fall, shattering, as your anxiety rose and you demanded for Mika to explain what was happening.

🥀Mika cried and told you everything. He never was the best at keeping things from you. Not that she’d intended to lie forever! She just… wanted to ease you into it. Not have you find out like this.

🥀 ‘Fucking delusional.’ You stormed though the door and out into the woods, trying to contain your feelings and escape. There was no way you were really dead.

🥀But when you reached the edge of the property, there was an invisible barrier trapping you in. The boundaries of spellwork, iron, and charms kept you trapped and present here, tethered to the earth and the land.

🥀You really were dead.

🥀You stayed outside that night, wailing like a goddamn banshee while Mika could only cover their ears and cry.

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🥀After much pleading and coaxing for the next few days, Mika lead you back to the house to “rest.” Not that you were sure you needed it anymore.

🥀As much as you hated them for what they’d done, they were still your only source of comfort…

🥀If you gathered your energy and tried your hardest, you could even reach out to touch Mika. One night you tried strangling them, but couldn’t quite manage it.

🥀They woke up gasping, but only beamed at you with tears in their eyes, thankful that you were touching them again…

🥀It was driving you crazy. You wanted to drive them mad too, breaking things, whispering and screaming threats, ruining all of their potions, but when it got too much they could just leave the property where you couldn’t follow.

🥀Mika did his best to assure you that he was working on a way to bind your souls permanently, and that once they figured out how to do it they would die so you could be together.

🥀That only pissed you off more. But after days, then weeks, then months, of being trapped and unable to do any permanent damage, your will to fight slowly drained away.

🥀You haunted the house and property sullenly. Unable to fight Mika and unwilling to let them try and cheer you up.

🥀You could, however, phase through solid objects as you’d found out by accident one night while “sleeping.” You had fallen through the floorboards of the bedroom and woken from the dizzying feeling in the living room.

🥀You couldn’t really sleep or dream the way you used to, spirit stuck in limbo as it was, you could only doze while replaying memories chopped up and stitched together without any of the color and creativity of actual dreams.

🥀One night, after “falling asleep,” you had “woken up…” in your body. Trapped, suffocating in the dirt. Your screams echoed into the house, shaking the walls and windows. Mika rushed outside and eased your spirit up and out of your body, doing their best to hold you.

🥀You couldn’t find it in you to fight him. You just let him hold you as you cried. You didn’t question how he could hold you like this, just leaned into their warmth.

🥀As much as you fucking hated it, you had missed the warmth of their embrace.

🥀And if Mika had somehow used their magic to orchestrate that little fiasco, it’s not like you’d really need to know…