#yandere hansel

[reareaotaku]

A Scary Death

I don't know if I made this obvious, but this version, Hansel and Gretel are older teens. Also, hope my writing has improved since 2021 like wow. Pt 1, Pt 2

You all were munching happily on the candy, until a clunking sounded and you looked towards the front door.

"Teenagers!"

That caught the attention of you all. The woman starts laughing as she walks down her candy path. You all quickly hide the candy behind your backs.

"Oh, I just love...." She starts spinning in a circle, before walking over to you three and yelling, "Teens!" She swishes a knife pretty close to where you three were and Hansel pulled you behind him so as to not get attacked by the crazy woman. She laughs as you all scream bloody murder, but all she did was cut off a candy cane.

"This chick is psycho," You whisper to Hansel, who nods his head in agreement.

"Try the fence, you majestic creatures."

You were confused and looked at the candy in her hand, declining the offer, but the siblings were quick to indulge in the food. You watched, seemingly the only one who was confused by the lady's actions.

Gretel thanks her, before apologizing about us screaming and Hansel quickly retorted-

"We thought you were going to chop us up." 

Which caused you elbow hit, quickly shutting him up.

"Chop you up? Why?" She chuckles. "I love teens. They're so.... Oh what's the word.... Exquisite. "

"Come in, young ones. Come, come, come." She kicks open the door, "Stay for dinner. Stay as long as you like."

You could practically see them [Hansel and Gretel] glowing with happiness. They probably thought they found a new home, but you knew better. 

"Stay forever." The woman laughs to herself, "Sit. Let me bring you a little snack. You must be hungry." She walks off to a pantry and you watch her closely.

Hansel can see your worried faced, but before he can ask if you're okay, she continues.

"What brings you to my little cottage, my sweethearts?"

"Our parents chopped our heads off," Gretel remarks, causing the baker lady to pop out of the door surprised.

"Really? How inconsiderate. Ha!"

"We're looking for the perfect family," Gretel continues, "Or at least one that won't kill us."

"Are you all siblings?"

"No!" Hansel quickly protest, shocking you, Gretel, and the Baker, "I just mean that Y/n," He gestures towards you, "Is our closet friend. No blood."

"Well, I have some cake for you now," The lady singsongs, "And just about everything you could ever desire."

Hansel looks over at you, almost love struck, but quickly looks away when you spot him. He was strange, but you could never quite figure out what relationship you had with the male.

"How's that for a happily ever after?"

You slept with your legs apart, and Hansel slept between your legs, with Gretel being the only one in a bed. All of you were filled since you ate so much of the candy in the house. You could feel Hansel move, which caused you to wake up.

You looked around the empty room, before spotting a closet and opening it to have a whole bunch of shoes collapse on you.

"How come there's a closet full of shoes?" Hansel asked, quickly waking up. "That one has a foot in it," Hansel points to a very specific, boned shoe, but Gretel was in denial.

"Everything's fine," she repeated, but you knew that was far from true.

You looked back towards Hansel, but he was already back asleep, willing to take his sister's word.

The sun rose and a bunch of food was placed infront of you. You weren't all that hungry, so when Mrs. Baker left, you gave your food to Hansel, who was chowing the food down like a vacuum. You don't think you've ever seen someone eat so quickly. He acted like he hadn't been fed in years, when he just ate last night.

Mrs. Baker comes in, while Hansel is out of it and asks for help in the kitchen, making you suspicious. It doesn't take long before Hansel is heading back up the stairs, alert and hyper, grabbing both you and Gretel.

"We have to go! She tried to cook me!"

Gretel was still out of it, asking him what was going on, but he seemed to be more worried about getting out of there. Though, a burnt-looking Mrs. Baker comes up the stairs, looking annoyed, while Hansel stood infront of you both, almost protectively.

"Oven... doors... don't... lock!" She pulls out a knife and swishes at you as you all begin to run. She opens the door to the room and walks slowly. "Do you really want to know when your parents stopped loving you? The answer is quite simple." She walks over to the window. "Obvious really. They never loved you. Never. Never. Never." 

You knew she was trying to get under Hansel's skin, but you were hoping he wouldn't take the bait.

"You know it's true."

To bad for you he did and she caught him, lifting him high up into the air before smacking her teeth and shaking the male. You feel the boned shoe under your hand, smirking while getting a quick idea.

"Eat this, you old hag!" You throw it at her, startling her. She drops Hansel, who lands on his back hard. She starts tumbling backwards, tripping on food and you and Gretel gasp, already seeing where it was going. She ends up falling out of the window, causing you and Gretel to go look out and see what happened.

She landed on the candy cane she had chopped earlier. Gretel's eyes widened at the blood and organs leaking from her stomach. Though, she tried to rationalize it by saying she's okay, but she was not okay. She ran ahead of you, while you stayed to grab Hansel's, who complained about his back. You can hear Gretel scream and you quickly rush down.

"Oh, she is not okay."

You all screamed at the gory display and Hansel seems to magically recover as he runs away first, with both you and Gretel quickly following behind.

[a-small-safe-place]

New Addition

Platonic!Yandere Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham w/ Child!Reader

You knocked on the door of the large house Hannibal had picked out for him and Will to live in. It was out of the way from the town, so it was odd to receive a knock. Luckily, it was Will that answered rather than Hannibal. The other kids in town said the men who lived in this house liked to kidnap badly behaving girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel. But this man didn’t seem scary. He seemed nice as he scolded their dogs for running out of the house.

“Hello, mister, I’m selling chocolate-covered pretzel sticks for my school and wanted to see if you would like to buy one?” You asked, trying to sound confident but sounding shaky instead. He didn’t seem to mind; he seemed happy you were there. “I happen to love chocolate-covered pretzels, but my husband thinks they are too simple to be a good treat. Let’s see what flavors you have.” He begins looking through the flavors you brought when his husband, Hannibal, silently walks up behind the other man. “Who is this?” He asks Will.

“Oh, this is… uh…” You stop him and introduce yourself and again explain why you are there. “This is quite a ways away from the town; surely you did not walk all the way here.” Hannibal questions. “No, sir, I rode my bike. I knew there were a few houses out this way, and I was determined to visit.”

Your determination pleases Hannibal but slightly concerns him. You’re an innocent child. You can’t be out riding your bike on these secluded roads. Will quits digging in the pretzel box, “I have to go get dog food anyway; I could bring you back to town. We will take the whole box of your pretzels since you came all this way out here.” Hannibal seems mildly annoyed by this. You remember that Will said Hannibal thinks they are too simple. Will leaves you alone with Hannibal to grab some cash. “Would you like to step inside? You’ll get sick out there.” Hannibal asks. You gratefully step in. “Your home is pretty.” You observe, earning a soft approving smile from Hannibal.

“Thank you, not many people your age appreciate style. Though you don’t seem like many people your age.” After he finishes talking, you try to stay quiet, and finally, Will returns, giving you the money for your entire box of pretzels. “Now I’m heading into town; would you like a ride?” Will offers. “Yes, please.” You tell him.

The ride back is quiet until he begins to talk. “Most kids avoid our house for their fundraisers. Do you know why?” You glance nervously, “I think it’s just too far.” It’s an obvious lie. “You don’t have to worry about being polite. I know there’s probably a crazy rumor about Hannibal and me.” You stay silent, but the silence is too loud to handle, “All the kids think you and Dr. Lecter like to kidnap and girls and boys and eat them up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.”

“Well, maybe that’s why I needed all those sweet pretzels, so Dr. Lecter and I could finish building our cottage made of candy.” He seems a little sad at the revelation of this rumor. “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said anything.” He smiles and says, “Don’t worry about it. You could make it up to me by telling me how this rumor got started.”

“One of the boys that graduated high school last year told his little brother that he broke into your home on a dare and found human meat in the freezer, but he couldn’t go to the police because he was trespassing and he was high.” You finish explaining. Will smiles a bit, but it has a nervous edge this time, “Do you think we eat bad girls and boys?” You think about it, “no, because you had a bunch of times where you could have killed and eaten me.”

“Are you a bad kid?” Will asks teasingly. “I don’t know. I get in trouble sometimes. My house is in town away, in a trailer park.” Will knew which trailer park. It was “the bad part of town” he knew because he saw the crime statistics for that area and the number of times the cops are called out there. He had seen them the few times he and Hannibal helped with the local law. Hannibal had gotten close with the town’s political figures, and Will had basically been made into an honorary detective with the law enforcement. This town was corrupt to its core, but it was away from the prying eyes of the FBI, and it’s the only place Hannibal and Will could agree on geographically. Will’s only stipulation was that there were good places to fish.

Eventually, you make it to the trailer. Will waits until you make it inside. He cannot help but think about Abigail. He could have had a potential family with Hannibal if things had gone correctly. He was happy with Hannibal and the dogs, but something about you made him want more.

Weeks pass, and he does not bring the topic up to Hannibal. Little did he know Hannibal had been keeping an extra close eye on you. He did it under the guise of getting more pretzels for Will and then special ordering one of the unique flavors that you did not have so he could come back around to "check on the order." Will finds this all out when you see him in the store and give him the order Hannibal had placed.

"That kid from the other day gave me the order you placed," Will says placing the box on the table. "I thought you hated junk food."

"I do; they were a surprise for you. You seem to have taken a liking to the child." Hannibal observes. "They're a good kid. They kind of remind me of Abigail." The room becomes silent for a second too long. Hannibal hates it when Will brings up Abigail. "You seem to like the kid too. You went out of your way to find them to order the pretzels when there were plenty of easier options to order from." Hannibal knows he has been caught.

"They're a well-behaved child, very polite. Like Abigail." Hannibal says somewhat pointedly. "Have you thought about us expanding our family? Not with another dog, but with a human?" Hannibal asks before Will has time to respond to the first statement.

"I hadn't, and then that kid came knocking at the door, and since then, it is all I can think about. But I don't want any kid. Our kid from the trailer park seems to be the best fit; it has to be them." Will explains, hoping that Hannibal will understand.

"Then so be it; they will be our child for us to protect," Hannibal says as if this is a normal conversation.

As the two men begin to work on a plan to add you to their family, their fatherly love for you grows more into fatherly obsession. You're their kid; no one gets to hurt you. Once you're safe and comfortable in their home, no one but them will get to be around you until they know you love them just as much. Hannibal wastes no time putting your room together with all of your favorite things. They were going to make your room the same way it is in the trailer until Hannibal saw the state of your room and became disgusted by the idea of that kind of room being in his expensive house.

Will tries to make a plan to make your transition to their house easier. He finds all kinds of games and activities you are sure to love, even the ones that Hannibal is convinced are bad for your growing brain.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Yandere Silver Headcanons

adhlbfypfqeyvf If you want to know why this is coming out of nowhere... I've been cooking (talking) with friends about this concept for over a month and now I'm going to dump it all onto you 🤡 This interpretation of Yan!Silver is in part based on Elbert Greetia from Ikevil 💀 so uh… be warned…

Regular Silver, staring at this monstrosity: 😨 TRIGGER WARNINGS: (slow burn) yandere themes, (unintended) emotional manipulation, gaslighting, spying/stalking, unhealthy possessiveness and obsession, mentions of blood, (Silver’s) delusions, minor character death

***PLEASE NOTE: writing yandere content is NOT the same as supporting or approving of these behaviors irl. This is also NOT what I believe Silver is canonically like; this is only meant to be a creative reimagining/"what if" scenario.***

Curiouser and Curiouser...

It all starts off like a fairy tale come true. But like Hansel and Gretel stumbling upon the witch’s candy house or a frog set into a simmering pot, the heat—the horror—isn’t fully cranked up in the very beginning. A dream doesn’t start like a nightmare, the nightmare comes later. And you, like the fool you are, were lured in by the promise of sweets and a prince.

The boy you've been crushing on for the last several weeks shyly approaches you and confesses. Handsome, earnest Silver takes your hands in his and gives you that lopsided smile you've been admiring from a distance. He swears himself to you as your loyal partner, vowing to protect you from the things that slither in the dark and prey on the unsuspecting. To keep you from hurt and sadness forever and ever.

You're giddy—positively over the moon and the stars—to finally (and proudly!) call yourself his. Every time you look at him, you swear it feels like a thousand butterflies are fluttering in your chest, or like you’re losing yourself in the aurora of his eyes.

You tell him his eyes are mystifying and unique, that they’re something you could stare at forever. He doesn’t seem to get it at first, but is pleased nevertheless and thanks you for the compliment.

It’s not until a few weeks later that the ramifications come. One day, out of the blue, Silver gifts you with a piece of jewelry (a ring, a necklace, an earring, etc; whatever your preference is!). Embedded in it is a clear gemstone that refracts the light in pastel pink, baby blue, and pale purple… exactly like his eyes.

He helps you secure it on for the first time and oh, how gentle his touch is as his fingers brush against your skin. Silver gives that small smile that melts your heart. “There. This way, you’ll always have ‘me’ watching over you,” he says, lightly tapping the aurora-colored jewel, “even if I am not right at your side.”

Sometimes you feel Silver’s own gaze lingering on you too. You know him to be an airhead or half asleep most of the time, so the thought never occurs to you that this spacey behavior is odd. But once or twice, when you’re stealing glances back at him, you notice a seriousness set in his eyes, a darkness creeping into the light. The same deadset look that scares off children and makes others mistake him for someone far more aggressive than he actually is, you think.

He lingers close when you walk to and class together, his protective instincts sending him into action to catch you if you so much as stumble, and remove errant leaves and petals that tumble onto your hair. “I have you,” he reassures you, oblivious to the electricity in his touch and how it makes you leap. “Don’t worry.”

Silver acts as though you’re as delicate as glass and as pure as freshly fallen snow. It’s not uncommon for him to praise your positive traits (while totally overlooking your flaws) or talk about how good of a person you are—and that also drives him to keep you that way. Untouched, untroubled. He’s so quick to steer you away from stressful situations or charging in to settle an issue himself, typically by talking down the aggressors. That’s thoughtful of him… right?

He has the habit of falling asleep on you when he gets to be comfortable. You usually don’t mind it, but sometimes he gets a little too clingy in his sleep. It’s hard to pry him off when he looks so peaceful and mutters your name under his breath while he has your body in a death grip.

Silver takes you on quiet nature strolls. You often drift off the beaten path and wander deep into the woods behind NRC, far, far away from the other students and staff. The sun sinks and sinister sounds come from the dark—you get nervous and leap into his arms, asking Silver if you should turn back now. He agrees every time, walking you back and wishing you sweet dreams. By the time you collapse into your bed from exhaustion, you don’t realize he has stolen you away for the entire day for himself.

It’s strange. You start to get the sense that you’re seeing Silver in your dreams just as much as you see him in the waking world. Rarely do you fully recall the details of your dreams, but there’s always that vague feeling of catching a flash of silver hair or feeling the heat of his eyes uncomfortably pressing into you when you wake up.

You tell him about this and joke that maybe he’s using his UM to haunt your dreams. “It’s impossible. You’re not Rook-senpai,” you laugh. He chuckles at the idea. But oh, how weird. Somehow the conversation tends to steer toward whatever you happened to recall of last night’s dreams. If Rook appeared in your dream, Silver coincidentally slips him into the discussion. Lightly probing questions like, “What is your opinion of Rook-senpai?” and, “Are you comfortable around him?”

Silver tells you about the stories his father has shared with him from his travels. Many are folklore from different regions in Twisted Wonderland, but more recently he has been fixated on fairy tales from the Shaftlands. “A couple finds true love and live happily ever after, nothing able to tear them apart…” he says dreamily. “It sounds just like us.”

Silver appears stoic on the outside, but you know that’s not the case. A few months into the relationship, you become acutely aware of his insecurities and his low self-worth. Not strong enough, not long-lived enough, not alert enough, not… enough. He will never be able to repay his debt to his father, Silver has confided in you many times.

“It’s okay. You’re here now, and you’re doing your best to keep the people you love safe.” You do your best to soothe him in those moments of weakness, for which he is thankful for. With shining eyes, auroras in the dark, he whispers, “You’re so kind to me.” Raptly, as if beholding a higher being. “What did I do to deserve someone like you…?” And there it is again, that seriousness, the light fleeing from him, as he vows to repay your kindness.

You’re acquainted with Silver’s animal companions and get along with them. Now you’re noticing them everywhere, not just around Silver. In fact, you see them without Silver. Birds in the trees, a rabbit hopping alongside you, the stag poking its head out from the bushes.

Then those animals reappear when you meet up with Silver later, looking all innocent, while Silver asks you about your day. If there’s a slight discrepancy (due to poor memory) or a detail you overlooked, he’ll gently correct you or clarify. “Blueberry muffin? As I recall, you had a cranberry muffin for a midmorning snack.”/“Ah, you forgot to mention you asked Ace if you could borrow a pencil for the exam.” You blink, surprised. How did he come upon all that information? How can he recite your day better than you can? It doesn’t hit you until much later that his animal friends have been serving as his eyes and ears.

He sincerely apologizes to you when you confront him about it. “Please tell them I don’t appreciate them snooping!” you cry out. Silver promises he’ll ask them to curb their curiosity—and while it’s true that you no longer see the animals following you, you can still feel their beady gazes around every bend and corner. Paranoia claws at your scalp, and you try to calm your doubts with one thought: No way would Silver be encouraging this. I must be imagining things.

You try to get your mind off of your worries by hanging out with your classmates. Sebek, ever boisterous and over-the-top, uplifts your mood. Pretty soon, you’re chatting away with him at the lunch table (even if he loudly refers to you as a HUMAN), paying no mind to the shadow that has fallen over it until a deadly quiet voice speaks up.

“Sebek.” It is so cold, so hollow, it startles both you and Sebek when you realize the speaker is Silver. “I don’t like it when you talk with them like that.” Sebek makes to say sorry to his fellow knight—or is it to challenge him? You never find out, for Silver has grabbed you by the wrist and is yanking you away from him.

He doesn’t let go until you’re in a secluded area of the courtyard. There’s a red mark left behind, and it causes tears to well up in him. Silver collapse like a house of cards. He’s extremely apologetic—he has hurt you, hasn’t he? He failed to protect you. How terrible. He shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have been so petty and jealous.

It breaks your heart to see Silver a mess, blaming himself so profusely for what happened. You do whatever you can to calm him, and eventually the conversation somehow turns to you accepting some fault. It’s not, though, the little nagging voice in your head protests. You silence it, prioritizing the emotionally vulnerable Silver. “I’m sorry, I should have considered your feelings and avoided giving Sebek the wrong message. I’ll avoid getting all buddy-buddy with him in the future, okay?”

And it happens again, again, again. One by one, your friends are cut off from you in a similar manner. It’s always something they do or say that concerns your boyfriend, something that impedes or disrupts that pristine, picturesque fairy tale he has laid out in his head.

Silver’s presence in your life becomes increasingly invasive, like unwanted briars creeping into a garden, thorns cutting off your access to air. He’s soon consuming every second of your day, whether physically beside you or planted in your worried thoughts like a demon disguised as a guardian angel. You can’t do anything anymore without feeling anxious and watched.

He starts to talk about… strange things. Tall towers, glass coffins, the bars of a bird cage. All manner of motifs pulled from fairy tales, items and places meant to keep a character shackled and stowed away from the world. “I feel bad for the person locked up in them,” you’d tell him. “Sometimes,” Silver murmurs mysteriously, “people will take drastic measures to protect the ones they love.” You cannot explain why, but those exchanges leave you feeling immensely uneasy.

You timidly share your experiences with people you think are safe. Silver’s dorm members, his friends, his family. The people who know him best, who can maybe talk some sense into him. To your dismay, your concerns fall upon deaf ears. You earn many blank looks and dismissive comments, all citing Silver’s good nature. (“He loves you very much. This is his way of demonstrating that, he’s just sort of clumsy with it. Give him another chance.”/“That doesn’t sound like him. Are you sure you’re remembering it correctly?”/“You’re overreacting.”)

It beats down your spirit, starts to make you question your own judgment. You second-guess your words and actions. Is your perception of reality right when everyone else is telling you that you’re wrong, that Silver could never harm a fly.

Then comes the guilt like a wave crashing into you as you think about all the good times you’ve had together. Rose-colored days under a balmy blue sky. Your thoughts are like a brewing storm, and every evening when you tuck into bed, dread, unease, and uncertainty follow you.

You’re waking from the lovely dream that was a whirlwind romance, seeing Silver for the imperfect and obsessive person that he is. Unfortunately, you don’t have the heart to bring up the tough subject with him. He looks so darn happy with you, continues to dote on you and act the part of a valiant knight. Your mouth will open, then close again before any words can come out. It hurts, it hurts, and it is eating you up from the inside out.

You bottle it up for Seven knows how long, but it comes torrenting out one night. Silver is walking you home as per usual when you blurt out the suggestion of taking a break from each other. He stills, hurt crumpling his face. And then he has you by the shoulders, softly demanding to know what is wrong, has someone made you feel unwell? You, it’s you, you’re suffocating me, you want to say, but you cannot.

Silver presses and you resist, the two of you taking up the middle of main street with your desperate quarrel. He’s becoming increasingly frantic and desperate, his eyes dark and obsessive. It’s then that a passing mob student angrily speaks up, giving you a rough shove. You meet the hard ground, pain shooting through you. “Move already!” he gruffly stomps by—but he’s caught by Silver, his expression like clouds that have drowned out the moon. “You put your hands on them just now,” he says evenly. “Please apologize.”

“Like hell I will! They shouldn’t have been in my way,” the mob student grumbles. He attempts to leave but to no avail. There’s Silver walling off his escape route, an icy fury overtaking him.

You can’t bring yourself to watch what happens next. Wrenching your face away, you do your best to block out the horrible noises that come. The crunching of bones, the dull thud of flesh against something solid, agonized screaming. And then it’s silent.

You slowly gather the courage to dare a look at the scene. The world tilts, and bile rises in your throat. Silver calmly stands over a fallen figure. The street—and him—are painted in red. The mob student isn’t moving. Not anymore.

He smiles. The small, awkward one that once made your head buzz and cheeks flame. It only yields a gaping hole in your heart now. Silver strolls toward you, caked in blood but acting as though he isn’t.

You’re too paralyzed with fear to attempt backing away or rejecting his advances when Silver tenderly embraces you. You tremble violently, hiccups and tears spilling out.

A hand strokes your hair, his voice a lullaby to soothe you. “Shhh, shhh, shhh, it’s okay. You’re safe. I took care of the big, scary monster. You don’t need to look at it—it’s not fit for your eyes.”

Silver holds you and allows you to sob until you’ve tired yourself out and into a dream. He will carry you home, setting you down on your mattress like laying a corpse in its glass coffin and taking in the sight of you from the foot of the bed.

Not realizing that he, the knight, is the monster that keeps his beloved in a gilded cage. His arms and body, the bars that lock you in. Irony is a cruel mistress, and twisted is the love that it propagates.

[yanderecandystore]

Hi I'm brazilian, sorry if my english is wrong. But I can order a yan with a sweet wizard boy where he lives in a house made of candy and attracts people for him to devour, I don't know if you've read the story of the brother grimms, of Hansel and Gretel (or Br: João e Maria). How about this concept?

I'm so sorry but I struggled with this one so bad, I made so many versions of this but always fucked up at the candy house part 💀 (I couldn't imagine how to write the reader getting inside, or even finding it even though it was supposed to be the most obvious part lmao) It's very short 👉👈

Also lmao your English is great boo, welcome to the candy store, thank you for sharing with me this idea! It was actually pretty funny how challenging I thought it was X'D

TW/Tags: a little sadistic/more dehumanizing yandere // mentions of: weird/abusive family dynamics; cannibalism; drugging; kidnapping; gore; severed body parts; the usual yandereness although without the soft/lovey fluff I usually write // delusional (he is as sweet as someone who who eats humans could be- I want to write more but I kept messing up so much I died ⚰️)

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Pumpkin Pie [Yandere!M!Cannibal!Wizard/Witch x GN!Reader - Scenario (?)]:

You were having tea inside a colorful house, your vision was very blurry and your ears felt clogged, and to make things harder to understand there was a heavy and pretty mixed up smell of sweets and candies, overwhelming your nostrils… You don't remember when or how you got in, or why, but the tea was nice so you kept drinking.

You were having a nice time with a stranger who you don't really remember the name of… He wore a weird suit for your town's weather, actually it was just off in general… But you thought it looked nice…

He smiled at you blissfully, clearly having a good time… You felt like you were having a good time as well… You like to think so.

Okay, to be honest you couldn't feel a single thing, your legs were numb and you felt like your head was way too heavy to move it around. You barely felt awake at all. So you just assumed it was probably a strange dream, after all you didn't know this man, right?!

He was talking to you… You didn't understand what he was saying, the smell of something tasty was being baked… Pumpkin pie maybe…? How long have you gone without one of those? Your father didn't like how much sugar you ate, so you were restricted to only a few sweets… But he probably wouldn't be mad about one slice of pumpkin pie, right?

The man patted your head endearingly as he smiled at you, he seemed to not care much about how you weren't paying attention at all… You thought that was sweet of him considering you were always considered an airhead by your family.

… Speaking of them- Shouldn't you go home soon? I mean, this is very pleasant and all but you don't remember how long you've been here and the things that happened beforehand feel like a blur… Your family had a curfew and you didn't want to get in trouble again for breaking it.

Ah, but what could you do? You were just so curious about the forest beside the mansion. You secretly hoped to see fairies or anything magical whenever you went there, ah, how wonderful it was to escape your responsibilities as middle child for at least a few moments.

Sure, your family was wealthy, a lot better than most people in town, but you wished you didn't have to stay inside all day… Your older siblings would get to work with the family mine business while your younger siblings got to play and study all day long, and you? You were sort of the second servant of the house, there were many expectations placed on you and not enough attention to your interests and dreams…

You already miss Ms. Bell, she is such a nice lady and sadly your only friend in a big almost always empty mansion. Actually, you're not even all that bothered about being a "second servant" because you actually like helping her out.

Ah, sweet Bell… She always told you to be careful out in the woods, people would often go missing, especially people who have zero expertise about finding their way in and out… Ms. Bell, always so caring and wise… If only your family listened to you more like she does…!

While you kept drifting into different topics inside your own head, your vision was starting to come back to you and your ears seemed to get better after a while… Your head was still very heavy and it aches as you look around and notice- This guy has a weird taste for decor! Seriously, there's candy everywhere!! Actually… Was everything MADE out of candy?! What the hell?

Wait, you can hear humming, you can hear him better now, he is singing a nice tune as he gets up and takes care of the pie in his oven.

"You're finally awake, or at least more awake now! I'm sorry for what happened before, the dose I gave you was probably too strong, I guess it is just a habit of mine. Please forgive me." The man said in a joyful way, smiling at you like he did before… His voice was familiar but nothing to really help you remember.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself properly, then again I didn't think you would make it this far- I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to let you go to waste. You have a very sweet smell and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like." He acts as if what he said was a compliment, and you strangely enough nod your head, feeling a little dazed still.

Yeah… but, what was he talking about? This conversation was weird and it was starting to worry you a little bit.

He brought to the table you were sitting on his pie so it could cool down while you two chatted, and filled the table with a plate of muffins and another of small bread. They looked incredible!

"You can eat how many you like! Consider yourself my guest, it's actually very nice to have someone over after such a long time…" He sat down in front of you and started to pour you more tea.

"I think it's clear to see I don't really do this, well, my name is Zirick, and this is my house! Don't worry, I'm not mad about what you did earlier, it happens all the time! And of course, my house was pretty much made for it, ya know?"

You didn't understand what he meant, so you told him your name and apologized for not only not remembering what you did but also for doing something that would offend him.

"Oh Pumpkin, it's okay! It's my fault your head is as empty as my cup of tea- My spell was supposed to just knock you out but I guess it was a little too strong and in return made you lose a few memories! But don't worry it'll come back eventually…"

"What I'm talking about is that you stumbled around my land and… Well, after seeing my house you couldn't help but want to take a bite off my walls! But I fixed them already so that's fine."

What? He knocked you out with a spell?? For eating his walls?! That entire sentence didn't make sense to you, you would never randomly eat someone's walls!! Even if they were delicious and even if you… do remember snacking on them… a little bit…

Ugh your mind was a flurry of thoughts, it was like different ingredients being violently mixed together and not mixing well! (Heh, cake comparison! You sure he would have loved to hear that one).

Well, invading someone's property like that was not a good thing but you weren't sure if knocking them with a spell or two was a good way to deal with an intruder… Still, you apologized and said you were going to find a way to pay him for his sweet wall. He waved you off laughing to himself.

"Oh but human money is worthless to me, and besides you have already paid me- Oh! Speaking of which, I just have to make sure this pie tastes good- I would offer you but I don't think it would taste, little Pumpkin."

He started to cut himself a slice… It was very red and meaty for a "pumpkin" pie, yet it smelled like one to you… And to him too.

Your senses were starting to get to you, you started to feel worried as the man was staring at you expectantly, you looked around and saw a peppermint clock on the wall, it marked 10 and you were sure by the darkness outside the window it meant 10p.m. You tried to get up and excuse yourself, after all you needed to get home soon or your family would end up getting mad at you.

But before you could actually walk away, you fell hard into the ground. You noticed you weren't feeling your legs properly, that's because one of them was missing.

"Don't roll away now, you're my guest today, remember? And besides, how far can you go without help, silly?" Zirick came to your aid very quickly and helped you get back to the chair immediately.

You tried to push him away, you bit him, you slapped him and even tried to kick him with one leg- It didn't work, he still knew how to tranquilize you into going back to your dreamland…

"Shh… Ah, how sad. All my guests get like this… You're a little fiesty for such a sweet Pumpkin, but I somehow can't get enough of your company, perhaps when you wake we can start again…"

He licked his dirty, bloodied fork eagerly. Normally he would have turned you into a massive pie but he wasn't THAT hungry and surely just a leg would be enough, and you were adorable walking around in the woods like a little adventure! He couldn't help but trick you into coming closer and eating a piece of his house- He needed a reason to get you inside of course, an eye for an eye, as they would say.

He isn't sure how he'll go about this but he likes your company, especially when you're too dazed to have any inhibitions or sense of privacy when talking to him! He could hear you sleepily mumble for hours, you were just so sweet to talk to, and to taste!

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

[purplekissinger]

~ Masterlist ~

here's my AO3 (this is where i post ✨serious✨ stuff)

A picture above is me offering you this questionable texts. Yandere themes (a lot), but little to no nsfw (i just don't do that). Feel free to send me a request ^^

I DO NOT support yanderes irl. It's not love, it's a disease. Please, read tws.

I use pics to illustrate my drabbles, and although I usually make sure that it's not someones art, this can happen. If see your art on the cover of one of my texts and want it taken down, please contact w me, I'll do that.

Tom Riddle

x deardiarydeardiarydeardiary

Y/N’s been acting strange lately. She may contain the urge to run away, but Tom holds her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks.

x The cat that looked at a King

The first magical war. Animagus Y/N spies on the Dark Lord. When she is caught, Voldemort decides against killing her.

x Ten points to Hufflepuff

“Now it’s all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain’t ever to love anybody but me, and you ain’t ever to marry anybody but me, ever never and forever. Will you?”

x Five times when you were stronger than Tom Riddle and one time when he was stronger than you

“Maybe you are taking in turns to look, and keep missing each other,” said Hermione, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards.

x That day no farther did we read therein

wordcount: 300. warnings: none. Tom: will definitely corner you as soon as the lesson is over.

x amalgam

The night Tom told you about Horcruxes. Soulmates au.

x The roads we take, the collars we choose

Y/N is a werewolf in the servitude of the Dark Lord.

x I am the pretty thing that lives in the castle

Y/N became a ghost instead of Myrtle. She couldn’t care less about Tom. He wishes he could say the same.

x The girl with the snake tattoo

‘Give me your hand, Y/N,’ he will say softly.

x hypnosis

'Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.'

x The tower, the princess, the snake

Soulmates AU.

x Death and the Maiden

Y/N revives the Dark Lord. “why, I am growing quite sentimental… But look, Harry! My true family returns…”

x Hansel and Gretel

Siblings au. Platonic.

x Thirst

Y/N Malfoy is Draco's older sister, this takes place in 1998, nsfw implied but no details.

Bunny Corcoran

You’re the entire circus

Bunny Corcoran being sliiiiiiightly obsessed with you 

Henry Winter

Seven deadly seeds

Henry Winter being heavily obsessed with you 

Yandere OC

x Hungry heart

Your yandere is the ‘hide the zombie bite’ type of guy. 

x Yandere zombie x reader headcanons

[mellowwillowy]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞

How are they as a father figure? Featuring Blue, Seth, Eleanor, and Yulian. (From the best to worst.) Uh... yandere tendencies on Yulian.

𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

Video , this is Blue. Ya'll can't convince me otherwise, he's a good daddy for you and the child(ren) because,

"Hey, I might not have a great dad but at the very least I'd like my child to have one." And becomes the best Dad.

Will not force expectations on his child but is still not a lenient father figure. Unlike how his parents forced him to be the prodigy child they prided on, Blue will learn what his child's talents, likes, dislikes, and literally everything so that he can open the path he considers best for his child.

He likes teaching his child all the martial arts he has learned back then or just playing with his child, anything. Be a princess for them to dress him up, a pirate with a sword toy and eyepatch, or just be a horse.

He really is the BEST dad (sobs)

He is a 12/10.

𝗦𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

Seth doesn't know how to talk much with his child but he's trying! He loves his child and wants to bond more with them. Will try his best to play along with his child's whim, he might not be a good actor like Blue but hey, it's the thought that counts. (Man sneezed so hard when your child powdered his face)

He has a relatively normal family, an irresponsible father, and a mother who is absent most of the time. Nonetheless, he wishes his child wouldn't have to feel what he felt back then.

He might actually burden his child with all the studies he had back then as a child, the problem was that Seth was a smart ass, and your child? It's a 50/50. What do you expect from a guy who fast-forwarded 2 years of school?

He is an 8.8/10

𝗘𝗹����𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲

Man did not even know he had children in the original story (technically it's not his but in a 'sense', it's his.)

Yes, he too, doesn't have a great father figure. And so are you.

But believe me, he is a gentle soul when it comes to his child, whether it's his or not, he doesn't care. It's his and your child now. Let's talk about the twin in the original story. Back when Hansel confronted Eleanor about him being his dad, Eleanor went ??? but lightheartedly took care of them despite barely seeing a single bit of resemblance in the twins.

He's a gentle soul (shrugs) but he might have some trouble communicating with the child sometimes. Depends on his sanity state.

Will bond with the child by doing some activities together, painting the wall is his favorite, he gets to have his child splatter the whole wall without a care in this world (and he actually does that too, and will pin the blame on the child if you scold him).

He is an 8/10.

𝗬𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

He feeds, houses, and teaches them everything they need to be a member of society, except that he is not a lenient father figure. He tries his best to hide his tendencies to force his child to be the prodigy that he is, to be able to shine just like how he is.

Hehehehe, and the worst dad goes to...

But seriously though, he is not an irresponsible father figure.

Yulian doesn't have a father figure but he sometimes acknowledges the scientist to be his Father out of convenience. Castiel and Diederich were a patriarch in his eyes. Castiel who forced him to uphold the intelligence he gave him, to match his own wits so that Yulian would not bring shame to him, and Diederich who was an ex-military personnel, you bet how hard he had it when he was a child (Blue2)

And so generational trauma (in a nutshell) is back! No genuine love was spared and only all the things he was forced to shoulder pushed to his child, especially on the eldest child.

One thing about him is that he will always side with his child no matter what, even if they are in the wrong. Take it as something heartwarming but he just doesn't want a shitstain of a child dragging his and your reputation down, what would those people say of you? That you can't even properly watch over your child? Hell no.

I'd say 7/10 because he only lacks morality and genuine love toward his child, heck he only knows how to burden his child... maybe 6.5/10, passing score.

[m-jelly]

Your Leather Gloves

Episode 1 - A wet meeting.

Pairing: Erwin x Fem! Curvy!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, falling in love, confident Erwin, flirting, mentions of blood, mentions of weapon, injuries, healing, Curvy reader, possessive Erwin, slight yandere traits.

Concept: You return home to find your door unlocked and a trail of blood going through your apartment to your bathroom. You find that a man is in your bath with a bullet wound to his shoulder. You help him out and let him stay over as he recovers. The tension between the two of you rises as feelings start to bubble away.

Taglist of who would like Erwin: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity

Episode 2

Fear. Confusion. Intrigued.

An unlocked door was partially open with a smudge of crimson blood on the doorframe. Hesitant feet shifted a little in place as conflicting voices fought each other in a confused head. Little spatters of blood created a twisted version of Hansel and Grettles breadcrumb trail to a destination.

A pained groan echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. Water shifted around a large body and soaked clothes causing them to cling tightly to a muscular body. The clear water was slowly changing in colour and had a slight pink tint to it.

Ocean blue eyes flicked up to the doorway when a cute gasp was released. The wounded man was not expecting a beautiful woman to be standing in the doorway of his old friend's home. He didn't expect an old man to have such a lovely woman walking around.

He went to speak but a small towel collided with his face. He let out a grunt and yanked the towel away. He locked eyes with the cute and sexy woman in the bathroom again before being smacked again by another hand towel.

"Who the hell are you!?" You cried out. "Why are you in my apartment!?" You eyed the man in your bath, it wasn't full but it was slightly filled as if he has used it to wash himself. "Why are you wet?"

"Erwin Smith, a pleasure to meet you." He slowly pushed his damp hair back with his wet hand. "I'm looking for Dr Crane. He's a friend and he helps me out."

Your attack drive went as sorrow filled your heart. "Dr Crane is dead."

Erwin's Adam's apple moved as he swallowed bringing your attention to this divine thick neck. "Dead?" He felt confused. "When? How?" His big hand clenched into a fist as he thought about a possible murder. "Who?"

You moved closer to Erwin and collected the towels from the floor. "He just didn't wake up one morning."

He flicked his judgemental gaze to you, but his harsh gaze faded quickly as he took in your divine curves. He enjoyed your thick thighs and behind as well as your plump breasts. He inhaled deeply and felt overcome with arousal at your delicious natural scent. He kept thinking about sinking his teeth into you and sucking your skin so he could mark you with a lovebite.

You turned to look at Erwin and felt your cheeks burn. His white shirt was seethrough so his rippling muscles were on display to you. He had a light dusting of blonde chest hair, along with a long treasure trail of blonde hair from his belly button to his trousers. You didn't know where to look because the charm in his face was just as delightful to look at. His jawline was strong, his nose defined, his eyes big and bright and the most kissable lips.

"He uh..." You fiddled with the towels in your hands. "He was a great man. I don't know why, but he left me this place in his will." You looked down. "I don't know if there was anything for you."

He lowered his head for a moment. "I'll look into it." He released a long sigh and leaned his head back over the edge of the bath. "I will pay my respects to him soon." He looked over at you. "What's your name, babydoll?"

You pouted at him as you said your name. You moved your gaze to the gun on your floor. "That uh...that been used in a crime?"

Erwin stared at you for a while before answering. "It's best if you don't know." He groaned as he felt pain shoot through him. "Would you be a peach and help me out? I have a bullet in my shoulder and I'd appreciate it if you'd get it out and sew me up."

You gulped hard. "I don't know how to do that!"

"I'll talk you through it."

You hummed a bit. "Fine."

He smirked. "Fantastic. Now, I'm sure Dr Crane left a medical kit around here."

You let out a long sigh. "You are damn lucky I haven't cleared this place out fully."

Erwin watched you leave and eyed you closely. He chuckled at how cute you were and wanted to have you as his so badly. He grunted a little as he fought his feelings. He adjusted his hips a bit and sat up more. He smiled as you rushed back into the bathroom and sat on a stool at his side.

He undid his shirt and peeled it off himself. "All right, let me guide you through this." He talked you through everything and smiled as you dug into his wound for the bullet. "You're doing well. You'll know it when you feel it."

You gasped when you felt it. "Ah!" You slowly removed the bullet from his shoulder and dropped it in a tray. "Got it!"

"Good girl. Now, stitch me up."

You shifted close to him and started. You felt your cheeks burning at touching Erwin's warm skin and having his ocean-blue eyes staring at you. You glanced at him and saw him smirk. "Stop staring."

"Why?"

You cleared your throat. "It's distracting."

"Forgive me, but you are incredibly beautiful."

You sighed and patched him up. "You are very mistaken. I am not something special. Just look at me."

Erwin eyed you and felt himself drooling. "Oh, I am and I love every inch before me."

You stood up quickly. "Y-You need to dry off." You grabbed a towel and slapped it on your stool. "You can rest in my bed. Um...I'll find some clothes."

Erwin stood up and climbed out of the bath with a heavy thud allowing you to know just how muscular he was and the weight to him. He walked closer to you and towered over you. He rather liked that he was bigger than you and you were so small compared to him. He loved how curvy and plump you were. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over your body and squeeze.

He reached over and played with your hair as you let out the cutest squeak. "I appreciate it."

The tv softly hummed with a show but no one was watching it. All of the focus and attention was on you. Blue eyes followed you everywhere. Every single thing you did was watched closely. You were adored, wanted and needed.

Erwin had gotten to know the delicious peach that was you and you had gotten to know him. He rather liked that you did not judge him for his job, you simply told him that he had to earn his keep and as long as he didn't hurt an innocent person in his line of work he could say. It was true, Erwin only ever hurt really bad people.

He released a long sigh as you handed a coffee to him just the way he liked it. He felt like a married couple and rather enjoyed it. He was besotted by you. He wanted to make you all his and his alone. He needed you with him always. You made him feel things that he'd never felt before about anyone. He has fallen hard for you and he knew you felt things for him.

"Erwin?"

Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts. He smiled softly at you causing you to get flustered. He liked seeing the things he did to you. He enjoyed how he could read you so well. He loved how cute you were and that you reacted to everything he did.

He purred at you to try and tease you a little. "What is it, babydoll?"

"You grabbed my hand."

He stared at his big hand holding your small one. His eyes widened a little. He felt a bit shocked that he reacted like this and wasn't even aware of his actions. He studied his hand for a while and enjoyed that his natural reaction was to reach for you.

He pulled you closer to him allowing him to inhale your natural scent. He smiled as he felt a warmth spread through his chest. "Could you do me a favour?"

You frowned a little as your mind raced at all the things he could ask of you. "How can I help?"

He kissed your fingers and smiled against them. "Could you clean my wound?"

You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment because you had thought of so many other things. You nodded shyly and hummed in agreement. You shuffled over to the medical things before sitting next to Erwin and taking off the patch on his shoulder.

Erwin watched every move you made very closely. He smiled at how you moved and how delicate you were. He admired you as you worked on him. He felt his heart flutter in delight as you touched him. He could see you were getting a little flustered under his gaze.

You pouted a little. "Stop staring."

He chuckled. "Sorry, I can't help but stare at beautiful things."

You sighed. "You must be blind. I'm not beautiful."

He reached over and lightly brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. He softly said your name making your gaze soften to a sweet one as if his tone soothed your worries. "You are a rose growing in a field of weeds. What I wouldn't give to pluck you out of it all and lock you in a glass cage."

You playfully laughed. "Are you openly talking about kidnapping me?"

He gathered some of your hair between his fingers before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "It has been a concept on my mind. Would you be opposed to it? I'll make sure it's pleasurable."

You blushed hard at his teasing and yet truthful words. "It'd be pleasurable if you stop staring as much as you did. You make me feel things and it confuses me." You stood up and grabbed the medical things. "Behave."

He hummed a laugh as he watched you walk away. "I do enjoy your cute little fire."

A sweat formed across Erwin's brow, though his wound had healed really well he had come down with a sickness. He watched you hurry around your bedroom and tend to him so sweetly. He smiled at you and felt his heart flutter at how you took great care of him.

He turned his head as you stood by his side of the bed in front of the bedside drawer. He reached over and lightly caressed your thigh a little before moving them up to the bottom of your shorts. He flicked his gaze to your face to see you were flustered, but you were enjoying it.

Erwin smiled a little. "You're so soft and warm."

You shivered under his touch and let out a little moan. You gasped in shock at yourself before lightly tapping Erwin's hand away. "Look but don't touch."

"Oh, I'm looking a lot. I would love to look more. You could assist me with that."

You sat next to him and offered him some water to drink. "Are all mafia men as horny as you?"

He looked a little serious. "I don't sleep around. I detest any man who does. My desires and wants are solely you." He reached up and lightly held your neck. "I've never felt this way about anyone before." He relaxed as tears gathered in his eyes a little. "Fuck, you have no idea the power you hold on me." He released you and ruffled his hair. "You have the most powerful man in this city at your beck and call, who worships you and wants to love you."

You placed your hand on his lap and hummed. "You know, I don't understand how a man like you could like a woman like me."

He took your hand and played with it. "I don't understand how a woman like you doesn't see how incredible you are."

"You really mean everything, don't you?"

Erwin stared deep into your dreamy eyes. "I do." He moved his gaze to your lips. "Sweet peach, you can tell me where to shove it, but I just want to say that I have been dying to kiss you for so long. I want to kiss you over and over. I want to kiss every inch of your body and shower you in love. Just the thought of your lips against mine and our tongues moving together sends a shiver down my spine. Such bliss it would be."

You placed your hands on the bed on either side of his hips. You held your breath as you leaned up towards Erwin. You paused a moment and felt a bit flustered by his intense gaze. "Could you close your eyes?"

"Why?"

You lowered your head and stared at his shirt stretching across his pecs. "Because I'm trying to kiss you and your gaze makes me melt. I get all gooey inside."

Erwin wrapped his big strong arms around you before dragging you against his large frame. He pushed his big hand into your hair as his other hand gripped your bum. He was in heaven at finally being able to touch your beautiful bum. He was in bliss at finally being able to hold you against him.

He tilted his head and pressed his lips against yours finally. He smiled as you retaliated against his butt grabbing with a firm grip on his pecs. He pulled a little from your lips and parted his own and went back in for another kiss. He felt his heart flutter as you hummed so sweetly in response, meaning you were gaining pleasure from this.

You felt pure electricity and pleasure coursing through your veins as you kissed Erwin. You had felt the tension between the two of you, but you never thought that it would feel this good to kiss Erwin. Erwin was feeling just the same as you. He felt like his life made sense. His heart was overflowing with joy and love.

You gasped when you felt Erwin's hot tongue drag across your lip. You mewled a little and parted your lips for him as you felt excited at feeling his tongue move with yours. You moaned as Erwin's large hand clenched down on your behind a little tighter. You dug your nails into his plump pecs as his large hot tongue pushed into your mouth.

Erwin felt himself melting as your tongues moved together as one. He moved you to straddle his lap and felt like his dreams were coming true. He dragged his hand from your hair to your neck and lightly gripped the sides of your neck. He smiled a little into the kiss when you became very confident and kissed him back with pure passion.

You pulled back a bit from his lips and lightly kissed him as your brain started to process what you had just done. You wanted it and you wanted to keep kissing him. You wanted him and deep down a part of you enjoyed being wanted by him. You lowered your head to avoid his gaze and tapped your forehead against his shoulder as you played with his shirt.

Erwin smiled as he rubbed your back and gripped your body now and then. "Do you regret it?" He smirked when you shook your head. "Did you like it?" He felt excited when you nodded. "You want more?"

"Mm."

He kissed the side of your head. "Me too, but we both got a bit too excited, right?"

You lifted your head and locked eyes with him. "Yes." You whined a little as he blushed. You turned your head and covered your mouth. "Shit. I shouldn't want someone this much."

Erwin turned your head and made you look at him. "I want you to desire me like I desire you. You are always on my mind. I want you so bad." He leaned closer and lightly kissed you. "I want to put a collar on you with my name." He bit your lip making you mewl. "I want to tie you up and take you to my place and never let you leave. I'll shower you in love and gifts."

You felt your heart skip a beat. "Erwin..."

He dragged his lips across your cheek to your ear. "Don't worry, I'll behave...for now..."

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon here!

I have a few Fairytale ideas that I’d like to share to see your opinion on them and if their interesting or not (And some ideas from Movies)

Grim Yandere Tales

Hansel and Gretel (NO incest!): Reader is the mother who takes her children and runs from her abusive husband, with Leone and/or Bruno as the Witch (She adopted her children, who are Giorno, Narancia and maybe Trish)

Aladdin (I think you’ll like this): Reader is the street rat, Diavolo is the Sultan, Giorno and Bruno are visiting Royalty (Who plan to try and free Diavolo’s people either by killing him or taking his throne), Risotto is the sorcerer and Mista is the Genie

Thumbelina: Reader is a small human who was discovered by the Fairy Prince Bruno, only to be seen by Risotto/Doppio who’s either a normal human or a Dark Fae who wants her for himself

Movies

Dracula: Count Risotto and Bruno (With Reader being his fiancée)

Sleepy Hollow: Dio as the Headless Horseman

Corpse Bride: Not sure yet, what do you think?

Jekyll and Hyde: Either Diavolo and Doppio, Bruno and Risotto

Labyrinth: Risotto or Diavolo as the Goblin King

Legend: Diavolo as The Darkness with Doppio as his only way to go out in the sunlight, Reader is the Princess and Giorno is the hero who lives in the forest

I mentioned Diavolo, Bruno and Risotto a lot because there my favorites (It’s hard to stray from them)

I'm sorry I took so long to respond, been really busy lately packing.

I've actually had ideas for thumbelina and and corpse bride for a while now but never managed to get them written down so I'll cover those first

Thumbalina

I was thinking that Bruno would attempt to save darling. Thinking that they were another fae captured by a human. Darling explains the situation. It's revealed they're a fae who'd probably been taken far from their home. Bruno offers to take Darling back with him so they can be where they belong and get a pair of wings. Darling is hesitant on the idea and tells him they need a week to decide.

During that week two things could happen.

Another fae named doppio meets darling. Reader is unaware he's a dark fae, so when he asks them to help him and that he'll return them home straight after they agree non the wiser

Or

Darling is discovered by Risotto after their mother leaves for an emergency and is quickly snatched away. Initially he's looking to sell them for money but soon starts to fall for them and decides to keep them for himself

Corpse bride

Honestly I think Fugo. He was born into a wealthy lifestyle but could not stand the family around him. Believed he'd found love but in reality it was all a set up that lead to his death.

Darling is forced into marrying into wealth but doesn't want to. Tries running away into the forest and comes in possession of the now cursed ring originally meant for that first love that causes him to awaken and subsequently gets trapped in the underworld.

Hansel and Gretel

Ok so reader initially ran and hid away in a town. During this she took in the three. Their upbringings similar to canon. Narancia is 10 and had an eye infection that Darling was trying to earn the money to treat. Giorno and Trish are 8.

After being found by their ex again they run in the forest in night. For what seems like hours they keep going until they find a house with a door wide open and lights on.

They all go inside and call out to the owner but no response. Darling would try to leave but it's evident that the kids are too tired to keep running. So Darling decides to tuck them into one of the beds and wait for the owner to explain, however they fall asleep shortly after.

Now it could be either or a poly situation with both.

Bruno would be more outwardly willing to help while Abbacchio though still helping would be a bit more stern.

Darling wakes up in the morning where they meet the house owner and explain the situation. They're offered the spare bedrooms to stay in. Darling initially refuses the offer as they have to keep running. The kids wake up and it's immediately noticed that narancias eye's swelling has reduced. And that is how Darling would be hooked into staying.

Aladdin

Darling and her family used to be farmers but after harsh heatwaves are left with little to nothing left and Diavolo the newly crowned sultan attempts to arrange a marriage with darling but due to their hatred of the new sultan they refuse. After stealing food from traders they're caught and imprisoned and Risotto confronts them. He explains that he too hates Diavolo and that if darling were to help him retrieve a powerful artifact that he would offer them enough riches to let their family live without working another day in their life when he takes over.

So darling agrees but only if he allows them ownership of a particularly expensive ring he has until he fulfills his end of the deal.

So darling helps Risotto grab the artifact, some old lamp that they don't see any purpose of. As they're about to leave Risotto attempts to help them escape but the floor caves beneath darling and they fall in and he leaves.

Awhile after darling is found by Giorno and Bruno who have ropes to help darling escape and bring them back into town. They reveal they're both royalty from another land who've come to try and establish a trade route. However upon entering town they're meet by Diavolo who quickly has darling arrested, telling them that they're luck they weren't attacked as they have a record of stealing from traders and the like. The lamp being left in the hands of the two.

Dracula

Bruno and darling come to transylvania after receiving a letter from count Nero who wants to relocate to London and help with selling the castle.

They arrive and discuss with the count. Bruno and darling discuss the state of the castle and come to the conclusion that sell to the count will be easy however it'd take some work to clean areas of the castle to get photos good enough to try and convince potential buyers.

They're warned not to leave the bedroom at night however one night darling hears a scream in the night. Bruno is still asleep so they investigate on their own. They encounter Risotto while he's feasting and is pretty much frozen in fear. The next morning Bruno finds that both his fiancee and the count are gone. Bruno investigates only to find a journal written by the count that reveals the truth.

Headless horsemen

(Have not watched sleepy hollow unfortunately)

Darling is an aspiring novelist who moves into a small town after getting inheritance. They hope that the local legends will fuel their inspiration. Locals warn them they shouldn't be outside at nightfall. They investigate one night and grabbed by who the locals refer to as the headless horseman and dragged into the thick fog.

Jekyll and Hyde

Bruno is a detective who is trying to solve a string of crimes connected to a mysterious Diavolo. Darling a close friend to both bruno and Doppio (though doppio and bruno are only acquainted) begins to get stalked and eventually kidnapped. Now Doppio needs to hide them away from investigators as if he doesn't Diavolo vow to ruin their lives.

Labyrinth

I'd probably say Diavolo is best for the role of Jareth. Honestly this one will probably be as close to the movie as it gets from me.

Legend

(Another one I unfortunately haven't see)

Giorno and darling are taking a stroll through the forest when all of a sudden the weather changes to a harsh snow storm and are separated. Darling stumbles across the scene of doppio and the unicorn, hearing what he says to himself they decide to follow the man back to the castle after hearing all that is needed they attempt to leave only to be caught by Doppio.

Originally locked in the dungeon she is eventually moved to a room in the castle and is free to wonder. Given various gifts with letters of proposal until Diavolo decides to meet her in person.

[the-teapot-hatter]

The Candy Shop (Intro)

Au Used: Candy Shop Au

Synopsis: This is the intro to the Au, basically setting up to right the X Readers with the Twst Characters. For more information that explains the Au, look here.

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Drugging

-- By choosing to read ahead, you are consenting to reading something with unhealthy, obsessive, stalkerish behavior through the use of drugs and addiction. If you see behavior like this in real life, please seek help. This work of fiction in no way condones it.

At first, (Y/n) hadn't really noticed that anything was wrong. If wrong was even the right word to use, (Y/n) wasn't entirely sure.

Perhaps with their family being what it was, with the curse that clung on to them like the plague, (Y/n) shouldn't have applied to work for a Candy Shop, by the name of Hansel And Gretel Sweets. Perhaps, they never should have accepted the job. But, they loved sweet treats of any sort, their sweet tooth being something they swore was hereditary. Well that, and the carnivores appetite, but that was neither here nor there.

(Y/n) didn't see any problem with what they were doing, even if some of their other family members had expressed their doubts. It's not like they were the one making the candy. At most, they set up out the equipment and set out the ingredients. Nothing big. Nothing that would count as actually making the candy as any means. At least (Y/n) didn't think so, and neither did their coworkers.

Not to mention, the little Candy Shop wasn't a popular one. Instead, it was in a little nook that most people passed by without a second glance. Mostly ignored by all. Besides a few loyal customers, no one really came in.

When one of the Mother's of a child that was a frequent visitor came in and bought a mass supply of candy, (Y/n) thought nothing of it. (The woman had said that she was throwing a Birthday celebration for her only son. She bought enough candy to fill several piñatas and a whole trash bag full of goodie bags.)

It had been one of the candy shop's larger orders. Really, besides thinking it was a good day of revenue, (Y/n) didn't think it odd. Perhaps they should have. Considering the candies the shop sells are individually packaged, it was for from a practical choice. Not when the Mother could have gone to some supermarket and bought a big bag of candy with over fifty pieces for five to ten bucks. She spent way more at the little candy shop than if she just did the practical, rational, thing.

But (Y/n) chalked that up to the woman being of eccentric character and didn't consider it further. In fact several days passed before anything out of the ordinary happened again. At least two to three weeks. So (Y/n) understands why they didn't make the connection until much later.

The next odd occurrence was a sudden boom in customers. (Y/n) had thought that slightly odd, but only because there was a reason they weren't a popular little shop, and instead were one tucked away into a little nook in an alleyway. The truth was, the candy wasn't even all that grand. The only appeal was that everything was handmade, and even then it was a massive drop in quality from mass-produced stocks of candy.

(Y/n) would know. They had a distinctive palate for that sort of thing. So they knew the Candy Shop's candy wasn't nearly good enough for their to suddenly be a massive boom in customers. Especially customers that kept coming back, and coming back, and coming back. Almost as if they couldn't get enough. Almost as if they were a bunch of addicts looking for their next fix.

That had been what (Y/n) had found strange. Still, they didn't do anything regarding it in the end. They were getting business. That was a good thing. And it wasn’t as if they were the one making the sweets, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

At least, that was what they thought until they met him. All things considered, they should have thought of the idea earlier. For everyone was addicted to the candy, except for the man that kept following them around. No, he was addicted to them.

And now, what were they to do? With someone's whose rationality was steadily decreasing as time wore on? Surely, they'd take responsibility for their actions, right?

[sinningtamer]

can i pitch the idea,,, of feeder!scarlet p---l. you can't be alone if your friends in your tower are too fat to leave >:3

ooohhh. ooooohhhhoooooooohhookay anon i think this might've. awakened something in me. hoooookay.

further reply under the cut (content warnings for force feeding & unwilling weight gain, dub/noncon kink participation, VERY questionable morality, also just a general hand-waved view of the timeline and canon. this kinda got out of my hands HAHA)

FUCK this is really good. listen i dislike when DL Pᴇarl is mischaracterized into stalker ex-girlfriend yandere in a serious sense, but if it's for horny reasons... you have my attention.

she definitely would figure out "the way to a [man's] heart is through his stomach." is very true on a server with limited space and resources. starts trying to monopolize on certain ingredients and vandalizing the other couple's crops and farms. catches server members out late at night when they're low on saturation. sure, she might be a creepy (not) red name, but whatever is on the stove up in that tower smells delirious. maybe they're separated from their soulmate, and it'll be a nice surprise to fill them up with a nice meal.

you've got players like ɪmpulse, jɪmmy, bɪgb, maybe ᴇtho and scᴀr, who accidentally get caught up in the social standards of it all when they're invited in. sure, pᴇarl seems scary, but she's being so polite, if not a bit enthusiastic. it's a lot more food than they could ever need (how long has she been stockpiling??) but they can't bring themselves to say no. even if they try, she's just a bit too disappointed for them to actually leave, and before they know it another plate is being loaded up. by the time pᴇarl has exhausted what she's made, they're too full to make it down the tower ladder and it's too late to stay out or get picked up by their soulmate. they end up falling asleep there, and wake up to an even bigger breakfast. it gets harder and harder to think about leaving when they're constantly in and out of a food coma...

and then you have the rest of the cast, who immediately catch on to what she's doing, but she's one step ahead of them, tɪlly's guarding the ladder and she brought plenty of rope, next thing they know they're tied down with an apple stuffed in their mouth, so they can't call for help while she serves a plate. and it's not like their soulmate knows any better! pᴇarl isn't hurting them; all they know is their partner got a little carried away with a meal they found. by the time they realize something weird is up, their kidnapped soulmate can't exactly fit through the way out anyway...and pᴇarl is ready with more rope when their other half shows up.

eventually she'd make it her goal to keep everyone on the server constantly plump and relying on her for all their new gluttonous needs. no one's ever gonna kill each other or try anything dangerous, they can all be best friends happily feasting!! maybe scᴏtt's the last one she finally manages to catch... and she only allows herself to truly enjoy her own meals when he's joined them...

also pᴇarl's whole fairy tale motif goes really well with this. she's giving the witch from hansel and gretel tbh. thanks for the brainrot anon you've done something to me and i def will be drawing something for this.

[teabutmakeitazure]

You ever had a teacher where they make you write a journal of what you read. This is was like a rlly long time as a kid and my teacher had these notebooks for us to write down what we did on the weekends, what we read etc like a journal.

I like to think this be another relic or to Yandere Chrollo new information about yourself but your last self and since it’s all about your past self he be so interested to see what you were like as a kid. Def read each of them and prob maybe he bring up topics form the damn thing too like- he bring up you read the same book like 5 times a day and reread that same childhood book or he point or comment how early maybe a specific food craving started

It’s prob embarrassing to you but to Chrollo you’ll never hear the end of why you read this specific book so much

- moonie

We had something slightly different in grades 1 and 2. Instead of what we did on the weekends and the books we read, we were supposed to write down our thoughts and what we learned from the storybooks that we read as part of our syllabus. I remember one kid writing in it that the moral of Hansel and Gretel is to not be fat and the teacher went ?????

They returned that notebook to us at the last parent teacher conference of the academic year so it's sort of a childhood relic. (We lost my notebook though)

Things like these are a yan's substance, much to darling's dismay. It's treated as a relic and handled carefully. Despite the childish writing and nonsensical thoughts and sentences, it's a gateway to psychoanalysing you and getting to know how you grew up and why you grew up to be who you are. Most importantly, it's a treat for yans like Chrollo

[reareaotaku]

2023 Fanfic Wrap

[Yes, I stole this idea from @ agaypanic, because I liked the idea] ! Warning these are subject to change, but as of January 17, 2024, this is as accurate as I can get !

In 2023 alone, I published 104 fanfictions. I wrote the most for 'Scream' with over 15+ fics. My first fic of 2023 was Yandere! Nagisa Hazuki Headcanons on Feb. 22. My last fic was a Rodrick Heffley Headcanons on Dec. 13. * =NSFW

My Top 10 Fanfics of 2023

10. Sleeping Beauty [Billy Loomis x Reader] * Summary: Kinktober- Somnophilia 619 Notes 9. Judd Headcanons [Part 2] [Judd Birch x Reader] Summary: More Headcanons for Judd 640 Notes 8. Thick Thighs [Billy Loomis x Reader] * Summary: Kinktober- Thigh Riding 665 Notes 7. I Love You Like a Doll [Ryan! Ken x Reader] * Summary: Ken wants to please you 685 Notes 6. Call Me, Baby [Billy Loomis x Reader] * Summary: You got a call when being home alone and it turns into something much darker 754 Notes 5. Judd Headcanons [Part 1] [Judd Birch x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Judd 953 Notes 4. [Tie] Rodrick Heffley Headcanons [Rodrick Heffley x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Rodrick 1,408 Notes 4. [Tie] Let Me Put a Baby in You [Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher] * Summary: Kinktober- Breeding Kink 1,408 Notes 3. Pleasurable Sin [Ryan! Ken x Reader] * Summary: Headcanons for if the Ken[s] had private[s] 1,515 Notes 2. You Are Mine [Wally Darling x Reader] Summary: Wally enjoys watching you as you watch him. And after years of watching you, he can't wait for you to join him and all his neighbors, but those pesky 'parents' or whatever you call them are still standing in his way. 1,601 Notes 1. Lovey Dovey Darling [Wally Darling x Reader] Summary: Drabble of Wally 1,681 Notes

My Worse Performing Fanfics of 2023

10. Death to Love [Nancy Thompson x Reader] Summary: Movie night w/ Nancy 35 Notes 9. Aged Up! Schroeder [Peanuts] Headcanons [Schroeder x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Schroeder 34 Notes 8. [Tie] Maybe We Need a Break? [Male! Kim Possible x Reader] Summary: You 'break up' with Kim 31 Notes 8. [Tie] Dr. George Huang Headcanons [George Huang x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for George the shrink 31 Notes 7. Calvin Fischoeder Headcanons [Calvin Fischoeder x Wonder Warf Carney! Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Calvin 30 Notes 6. Harry the Lawyer [OC x Reader] Summary: Blurb for the Lawyer who's tired of your shenanigans 28 Notes 5. Reader is Captured [PPGZ x Reader] Summary: How Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup react to darling being captured 25 Notes 4. Chester Lake Headcanons [Chester Lake x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Detective Lake 23 Notes 3. Sneaking Off w/ Zach [Zach Sandford x Reader] Summary: You sneak away with Zach, while everyone else smokes 18 Notes 2. A Scary Death [Part 3] [Hansel x Reader / Gretel x Reader] Summary: You meet a nice candy lady, but it seems she has other plans for you and your friends 14 Notes 1. Chance Furlong Headcanons [Chance Furlong x Reader] Summary: Headcanons for Chance Furlong 10 Notes

[bunbun0041]

Kurumi i'm struggling with a yandere oc i'm still deciding whether to base them off snow white or make them twins like hansel and gretel

WAIT WOAHH IS THIS KIND OF DISNEY???

But its good to choose both-

But if you're not ok to make both i think its better to choose hansel and gretel because snow white is already popular in whole world and sometimes i see someone making headcanon for yandere snow white :,)

[nattherat96]

Scrapped Lackadaisy AU ideas:

Seven Deadly Sins AU:

Mordecai Heller as the sin of Pride

Mitzi May as the sin of Greed

Rocky Rickaby as the sin of Gluttony (he's a glutton for punishment and pancakes anyway)

Ivy Pepper as the sin of Lust

Calvin "Freckle" McMurray as the sin of Wrath (behavioral issues, repressed anger, etc.)

Viktor Vasko as the sin of Envy

Not to mention Dorian "Zib" Zibowski as the sin of Sloth.

Cinderella AU:

Horatio as Cinderella only for the sole reason that he has a beautiful singing voice and that he talks to rats. (He's a sweet cinnamon roll, ok?)

Rocky and Freckle as the stepbrothers in this AU.

Aunt Nina as the stepmother.

Mitzi May as the godmother.

Everything else is fair game in this AU. The glass slipper can be replaced by something else (like a shiny club pin, etc.)

Beauty and The Beast AU:

Ivy Pepper as Belle

Viktor Vasko as The Beast

Nicodeme Savoy as Gaston

Calvin "Freckle" McMurray as the Prince

Serafine Savoy as the witch

Additional Note: The magic rose can be replaced for a daisy (or any flower really).

Summoner AU: Either Serafine Savoy or Zulie scam you into summoning demons in their cult.

The demons: Rocky, Mordecai, Freckle or Ivy.

Rocky can only be summoned if you have pancake offerings, a violin or an orange tie with the letter R on it. (The pancake offerings are more effective.) The only way to ward him off is by placing bottles of whiskey (or any illicit spirit) for him to send it to his queen or place Cactus Friend to banish Rocky.

Mordecai can only be summoned if the place is symmetrical, clean and has clocks neatly adorned or ficus plants properly placed. He has very high standards since the intent to summon him is to dispatch a threat. He won't tolerate trifling matters like: (your feelings, your love life, anything remotely sentimental or disorganized.) If you summoned him for something trivial, he'll kill you without hesitation. The only way to ward him off is if you have a jar of mayonnaise opened. He hates the smell of mayonnaise and he'll disappear.

Freckle can be summoned if you need anything in the house that needs fixing (flooring, plumbing, gardening, etc.) He's mostly a domestic entity, probably categorized as a poltergeist. He's docile as long as he doesn't find a firearm around the house or the Rocky demon inhabiting it otherwise chaos would ensue and the results could be deadly.

Ivy can be summoned if there is jazz music playing or if there is a car that needs fixing. She is mostly drawn towards male summoners in this case. Even though categorized as a succubus, she is only interested in young males whose name start with the letter C. She may appear if Freckle is present and neutralize him.

Sleeping Beauty AU: (Or in this case, the Sleeping Sax Player)

Zib as the Sleeping Beauty

Rocky as the Dragon (see Dragon!Rocky)

Wick as the Prince

Hansel and Gretel AU:

Nicodeme Savoy as Hansel and

Serafine Savoy as Gretel.

Lackadaisy Groupchat AU

Yandere Cactus Friend simulator AU

Here are all the AUs that I scrapped. If there are any fanfic writers who like these ideas feel free to use them.

[the-teapot-hatter]

The Candy Shop (Concept)

Yandere/Dark Content Au Concept

So, for this Au, the MC/Yuu/Reader would be inspired off of the Witch from Hansel and Gretel. With a twist, of course--

Imagine it's a family tradition to make sweets that have magical properties to them. (It's not just anything anyone can do, but rather something inherited by being born into the family.)

The magical properties can range from being as harmless as turning someone's tongue different colors to something as deadly as an untraceable poison.

Only, the magic is so ingrained into them, the magic seeps into other sweet treats, even if they didn't intend to make them magical.

The distinct effect being that the candy/desserts/sweet treats have an addictive property to them. It's not something that's noticeable at first, but the more you eat them, the more addicted one get's to the sweets. The more addicted to the treats, the more erratic someone's behavior becomes.

Only, people that are gifted with magic don't become obsessed with the candy themselves, but instead become addicted to the person that made the treats. Basically their magic picks up on what is actually making the treats so addictive, so they become obsessed with the person that makes the treats.

Because of this the MC/Yuu/Reader's family settles down in a town with a distinct lack of magic users, and they give out their cooking sparingly. But if the MC/Yuu/Reader got a job at a Candy Shop, this is where things start to go south--

The Mc/Yuu/Reader doesn't even make the candy. They just help with setting up the machines and getting the ingredients ready, but that's enough.

And then someone from the Twst Cast eats one of the treats, and suddenly they have someone following them around 24/7 without knowing the cause. After all, it's not like they gave any of their food to anybody, right?

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

How about a yandere male candy wizard, from the fairytale of Hansel and Gretel??

⸸ Yandere Fairytales - How Sickeningly Sweet ⸸

Characters: male witch (my interpretation of the Witch), GN peasant love interest, Hansel and Gretel (only in mentioning)

Warnings: gore, dark/mature themes, violence/terror

Contains: cannibalism, violence against children

Peace came to the land when Hansel and Gretel defeated him.

Once he realized he had been locked inside the oven, the Wicked Witch let out a bellowing roar, ordering the little runt to release him at once. But even as he threatened, bargained, pleaded, and cursed her, Gretel only watched from the other side of the iron door as the flames burned away his acrid flesh, melting the fat and all things soft off his body. There was so much smoke inside the oven that he couldn’t scream, even as his eyes sizzled from the heat.

He stayed conscious even as hellfire engulfed him. He could only watch as the two children ate and tore away at his body.

It was the end of the story. Of his story.

Or was it?

The siblings whom he first found as hungry, impoverished, gaunt-faced children, left him half-eaten, his corpse thoroughly desecrated, and his home robbed of all its wealth.

In the end, they returned home to their weak-willed father, and their wicked mother, dead, much to their relief. With his solen riches, they became rich and lived happily-ever-after.

How joyous.

How quaint.

How sickeningly sweet.

If only he was granted the same fortune.

If only fate hadn’t led him to become the villain of his own story.

He won’t deny it. He knew for a fact that what he did was wrong, and the heavens had every right to deny him.

But if one were to ask him if he would change his path, he would cackle at the question. What kind of question is that?

What he wanted was something different: a victorious ending. And fortunately, the fates had decided to be kind for once...for he had been granted a second chance in life.

From the leftovers and ashes, he vowed: this time he won’t let himself be fooled.

This time, he will have his meal.

After hiding away for so long, healing, waiting for the perfect ambush, he finally found them. A poor child lost in the woods; emaciated, weakened, and thin to the bone. In their desperation for food, they were already devouring his little cabin, their hallucinations showing them food rather than hardwood.

He hadn’t even glamoured his abode to look like a gingerbread house…yet here they were.

Mouth, bleeding…teeth, cracked and broken. Some of them even fell right off.

At the poor sight, the Wicked Witch felt the hollow pit of his belly more keenly than ever before.

Dinner had finally arrived.

~~~~~~

This is only...what, less than 500 words long?

I have written so much more on this waiting to be edited and revised in my word documents. This is just the summit of the iceberg. Unless loss of interest gets to me before I finish the ending to that, this snippet certainly won't be my last on the Witch from Hansel and Gretel.

Future warnings to expect: human farming, gore, body horror, unhealthy relationship, power imbalances, codependency, manipulation, infantilization (love interest is really an adult), forced isolation...

...and these are just ideas I have either already written or still have under consideration.

Ahahaha...I just need to write it.