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brownblob · 5 months ago

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It's Only You

Sebek Zigvolt x GN!Reader

Synopsis: You'd never thought how difficult it could be to love someone without receiving affection back. The daunting realization of your unrequited love led you to leaving him. You never meant much anyways- you were always just there and he was sure you'd return. Time flew by as he waited for your return.

TW: Angst, mentions of death, depression, mentions of unhealthy relationships.

The pitter and patter of rain filled the silence enveloping the room. It was unusual for Sebek to be so silent for he was usually so boisterous, if not impulsive. Whether he was enraged, content, or glum, he was always loud- reckless. It was odd- this thick, suffocating silence that pierced through your skin. A shiver traveled down your spine, your lips forming a thin, straight line.

"Sebek, I said something."

You spoke up, as if offended by his lack of reaction. Never once was he so apathetic. You expected more, much more by an individual who was usually so reckless, so volatile. If not verbally than through expressions, you wanted a reaction- it was a given, you confusion, considering this side was something you'd never seen, no one had ever seen. Yet, there was no response merely a wide-eyed gaze he sent your way.

"If you won't respond then I guess the feeling's mutual."

You spoke up once more, irritation present in your words. A sigh left your lips, his olive gaze still fixed on you. It wasn't as if he didn't speak to spite you- no, it was quite the opposite. He was speechless. Everything was fine, nothing was out of place- both of you were alright, perfectly content together. Then why had you just said you wanted to end it? Was your relationship that meaningless? Did he mean nothing? Was your bond that fickle?

The rain continued to pour down as you packed, taking your things one by one. You presence vanished little by little leaving him alone- in solitude. He stood in the same spot as you removed yourself from his life- his home. His eyes were glassy, not that you noticed.

"Goodbye Sebek."

That was the last thing you said before leaving, suitcase in hand.

He came back to his senses, his voice returning to him as the door shut with a loud 'thud'. He called out your name several times, shouting at the top of his lungs. As if to mock him, the rain pattered against the windows even harder, silencing him. Without a thought he ran outside, his usually neat hair now wet and tousled. His eyes searched for you, his heart drumming inside his chest- his throat was raw from screaming, his vision blurry. His body was soaked, his tears camouflaging- becoming one with the drops of rain. His body shook, a shiver running down his back; it was now he realized that you had left. It wasn't a nightmare, nor a delusion, and it definitely wasn't a joke. This was reality.

Even if he found you, begged you to stay- your answer would remain the same. You were tired. You were sick of being a second option- no, a last resort. Someone or something always came before you. Whether it was his loyalty for Malleus or his affection for knighthood. You were never number one. Frankly, you had been alright with that, knowing your relationship with Sebek was fairly one-sided; you'd begged for his love, had you not? In his eyes you had. Not that he didn't care at all, but just not to the level you did. You were useful to him, always there when he needed you to be. Never once did you think of your own needs- neither did he. That was until you did. There was only so much you could ignore before you felt lonely- alone.

No matter how selfish it sounded, you wanted to bask in his affection. He was your spouse, wasn't he? He made vows to you, didn't he? He was your soulmate, was he not?

Then why were you ditched for his loyalty to Malleus? Then why had he made it clear that you could be replaced, Malleus couldn't? Then why were you never never first- not once?

Why didn't you mean anything to him, who meant everything to you?

Your love was unrequited, to an extent at least. You knew you had agreed to something of this sort upon falling for him- yet this daunting realization hurt more than you wanted it to. You wished for everything to go back to how it was- you wanted to be blind once more. You wanted to unsee this new vision, to go back to your old perception of reality.

You wanted to mend this broken relationship. As if you were a child who had just noticed that life was not, in fact, perfect you tried convincing yourself that it was. You were better off believing in the false perfection of the world- of your relationship. You didn't want to believe that he didn't care. You were not being neglected. You couldn't be.

You just had to communicate, that would fix everything.

You spoke up, he didn't listen. You spoke up once more, he had better things to do. You spoke up again and as expected, he couldn't care less.

It poured down as you spoke up for the last time, this time adding that you were simply leaving. His opinion didn't matter anymore- too many chances had been missed. You weren't a doormat, not any more.

You waited far too long for someone who wouldn't come around. That realization daunted upon him- he was guilty of a crime he wished he hadn't committed.

His body coiled up, quivering as his garments clung to his skin. He sat on the wet road, the sky darkening as the rain roared down. His eyes were fixed on the ground, shameless tears trickling down his face. If Malleus saw him like this- no, if anyone saw him in such a state, he wouldn't mind. He was confused to have such thoughts- he should mind, should he not? You were gone. It shouldn't affect him so much, not at all. What were you? A spouse, but only in name. Then why did his heart pang so loudly? Why was your sweet voice playing in his mind? Why was it now that he saw your pain? Why now, when it was far too late?

His life was different from there on. You had an affect on his life and took on such an important role, yet never realized - if you had, maybe you wouldn't have left. He wished both of you had remained blind, playing house forever- no matter how suffocating it got. Maybe then he wouldn't be so melancholic.

Days passed by.

His halls were empty, signifying his solitude. The little knick knacks you used to keep were gone, those stupid little hand-drawn doodles he used to find on random pieces of paper were all in the past. The times you cooked for him, no matter whether he he liked it or not- he missed it. The scent of your shampoo never lingered around the house anymore, neither did the sound of your sweet voice.

He would stand at the door everyday yet no one came to greet him once he returned home, neither did he have anyone to greet. No one played music that hurt his ears anymore- he never thought he'd miss that. He still made portions for two everyday, leave it on a plate only for the food to go stale. He still clung onto the last bit of hope that you would return- that he wouldn't have to be alone. Yet, everyday you proved him wrong.

Weeks passed by.

Was this how you felt? Was this how your heart ached? He wished he had listened to your rambles, that he'd paid attention to whatever stupid show you used to watch. Maybe if he had then he could watch those shows to remind himself of you- yet he didn't remember. He never thought he could cry so freely, never once had he been someone so sensitive. What else could he even do? There was no one to scold, to scorn at to scream at- he was rendered silent within these walls, isolation along with silence were his only resorts. He had lost his old self, grief took over his previously exuberant self. "He deserved it", he thought.

Your separation from him was his separation from himself. His memory of your was the only thing keeping him going. Every little thing you used to do reminding him of his mistakes, of what could have been. He'd underestimated your worth- he'd underestimated how irreplaceable you were.

Months passed by.

His previous priorities became second while you became number one. The only difference was that you weren't there to witness that. Wherever you were, away from him- you were happier. At least he hoped you were. His door was always open for you though, his heart too. Maybe if he'd cherished you, he wouldn't have lost you.

Despite all his lingering thoughts, he'd realized it was just "if's" now. There was no mending what he'd broken and there was no apologizing for what he did, not when you had clearly severed ties with him.

Was it illicit to hope you'd crawl back to him? That you'd beg him to take you back? It was wrong and he knew it but he couldn't help but delude in such thoughts despite knowing the only one who who'd beg for the other would be him, as of now. Though, he didn't mind begging if it meant you'd return. He knew he was being delusional- you'd never return. He knew that was the best for you, for if you did return- he wouldn't be able to let go no matter how difficult it got for you. He might've gone mad.

A decade passed by.

Years later he saw you, clinging onto another man as you pranced around at a store- one you used to speak of quite often as if urging him to take you. He never did.

As you and the unknown man walked inside the store he couldn't help but follow, silent as ever as he simply observed. He broke the moment he saw you picking a suit for the man beside you. You weren't his and maybe you never were.

He walked out of the store, his eyes stinging as he returned home. You weren't there waiting for him and no one ever would- he wouldn't replace you, not that he could. That would be another insult to your name.

He stood near the same window, on the exact spot where he watched you leave. Just like that day, it was pouring and the room was silent. He called out your name a few times, hoping you'd appear. Was he mad? Surely. Maybe he should drink again- doing so could help him hallucinate of you and if not, at least it would numb the pain.

He sighed as he sat down.

You were incomplete when with him while he was incomplete when without. You meant more than he had previously thought, so much so that it was only you he wanted to live for and with. If that was impossible, why live at all?

Note: If you enjoyed this, please interact with this post, my blog, and reblog! Any kind gestures are greatly appreciated! Thank you!

Note 2: I hope Sebek wasn't too fanon/off, I just really wanted to explore a different side.

Note 3: Any unhealthy behavior depicted in this fic is not condoned nor encouraged by me. If you are facing any mental/physical abuse, please seek help immediately!

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ddollfface · 5 months ago

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𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐝

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

"How can you not dance?"

Your jaw dropped, there's no doubt you'd catch a fly, and your hand flew to your mouth, quickly recouping your bearings. You were still a princess, after all, you need to act like it.

It's just, you never knew someone couldn't know how to dance, of all things. You've always thought that it was something everyone did! You thought that everyone loved to spend their free time clicking their heels and swaying their dress to the newest symphony, letting their hair move in the wind and getting lost in the rhythm. But apparently not.

"Never thought about it, I guess," He simply shrugged, turning his head to look across the kingdom, attempting to hide the smirk that snuck onto his face. He peered back down at his belt, fiddling with the handle of his sword.

"Whaa?" Your eyes widened and you shot up from your seat, leaning over the table. Your brows pursed and lips pushed into a pout, "How can you not think about dancing! It's like-like the best thing in the whole wide world!" You waved your hands around to add dramatic flair, falling back into your seat - your dress crinkling under your weight.

The small tiara on your head slumps to the side, causing you to just push it out of your vision as you lean against the table, hand on your cheek, "You really don't know what you're missing out on..." You grumble.

He just chuckles, "I suppose so..." Looking out at the royal garden, peering at the rooftops that stretch past the castle walls. The garden had a vast amount of flowers, trees, and fruits, from all over the world. Some exotic, while others were local, but they all were different in their own might. And even then, there wasn't even a fourth of the world's nature in this garden.

You really have no clue. There's so much out there, yet you're far too focus on some simple dancing. You were like any other noble, but simply in a different font. You were a slightly lighter rose in a flowerbed of other roses, only standing out if you'd look hard enough. And he was nothing more than a thorn on your side, only created for the purpose of prickling the hands that dared to reach for you. Though he's just sixteen, he's already seen so much, experienced so much more, that he has never had time for silly dancing, these meaningless conversations you indulge in. Though he supposes, that's what he likes about you--your innocence, how you are so naive to their horrors pass the castle walls.

He keeps his posture straight, attempting to stay professional even though you declared the two of your friends from the day you first met. He can't help but feel on guard, taking his job a little too seriously, but it isn't every day that the Nation's Sweetheart's life is in your hands.

"Never had the time, I reckon," He adds on, glancing back at you, only to be greeted by your befuddlement. It makes him chuckle.

"Hmmmm, I guess that's a good reason..." You purse your lips, looking off to the side, huffing as you thought about the situation. A small smile creeps onto your face, your eyes flicker across your large bedroom.

The curtains drawn, letting in all the natural lighting the sun has to offer. The white tiles framed in glimmering gold, just as the doorway and window seals are. Your bed, which is far too big for just one person, stands right in the middle, outlined by white lace. A room fit for a princess, as your father would say.

From where you sat, on the ivory balcony, there was plenty of room to waltz -- you were sure of it. Though the table would be in the way, you're sure the two of you could make do. Glancing over at your loyal guard, you was far too uptight, you jump up from your seat, pointing right at him.

"Well! There's plenty of room here, let's dance!" You smile, feeling far too giddy. It's been so long since you've danced with a friend, and you can't help but feel excited. Offering your hand out to him, you look at him with awaiting eyes, fluttering your lashes.

And for the first time in what felt like years, he could feel his heart skip a beat. The organ pumping blood a little faster, banging and prodding against his ribs in a simple thud, thud...thud. The way your eyes gleamed had his chest tightened, that simple thud feeling far more like the ringing bells of a chapel. That thud was no longer just a thud, but a memory, a vision of what could be, what would be.

Taking your hand, feeling the ivory cloth of the material, he bites back a small smile, covering it with a stoic expression. He stands to his full height and lets you guide him through the steps. Though clumsy, he regains his bearings quickly.

As you laugh and giggle, jumping and twirling in his arms, he decides then and there that maybe... just maybe, you were onto something. It might be possible that you're not just some off-colored rose in the flower bed, but the rose that was plucked and sealed in resin, hidden from the greedy hands of others, instead encased so they can gawk from a safe distance, only for the gardener to touch.

And maybe, he isn't just a thorn on that rose, but the gardener who'd snipped the rose away. Yeah... he liked that idea.

He just needed to snip the bud.

#lovesick #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #x reader #yandere oc #obsessive love #yandere oc x you #bad writing #no proofreading we die like men #random thoughts #kinda boring #just a random scenario lolz #i haven't slept in 24 hours #send help

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a-darkworld-fool · 7 months ago

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[random thought] ● yandere haru sagara (with peekaboo!)

peekaboo gets really sad everytime you leave jabberwock. why? that's because...

peekaboo worries for haru.

haru tries to hide his exhaustion by acting that he's okay but peekaboo knows how tired haru is.

and everytime you're with haru, haru looks a lot better in peekaboo's eyes. he becomes energetic and talks more than usual.

then at night, haru keeps mentioning your name.

"peekaboo, when do you think y/n will come visit again?"

"what do you think about y/n?"

"y'know, I miss y/n a lot..." haru says as he traced the bright red dot among the lines on his device.

y/n is important to haru.

seeing how wistful haru is, peekaboo really hopes you'll never leave them.

since peekaboo likes you too!

the next time peekaboo sees you, he'll make sure you stay!

#tokyo debunker #haru sagara #haru sagara x reader #jabberwock #yandere tokyo debunker #yandere haru sagara #yandere jabberwock #yandere haru sagara x reader #foolie's random thoughts #foolie tries writing #mc's parenting arc: my senior's son thinks I'm his mother!

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anglingforlevels · 6 months ago

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Some yandere thoughts

CW: Yandere, threats, force, referenced violence and dubcon intimacy, just some general thoughts

Been thinking about the logistics of a selfish yandere who wants to be the submissive one following your lead paired with someone who resolutely doesn’t want to be with the yandere.

They so desperately wants you to be in charge, for you to be the one to lay down the law and have them at your beck and call, but you just don’t want or do any of the things you’re supposed to (namely, staying with and loving the yandere!).

Thinking of how they’d immediately expect you to behave “correctly”, without any guiding or explanations, and is livid when you fail this mental game of house and its many untold rules.

Yandere who has such a specific idea of what life with you should be, what you should be, that they take it as a punishable offense and threat when you veer from it even slightly – why my darling always eats first, to not do so… it’s practically the same as destroying our lives, isn’t it?!

Yandere who’ll give orders and threats to maneuver you into the right position, straddling the yandere, forcing you to not only be intimate but to take the lead in said intimacy.

Nails digging into and breaking skin, warning tuts when you begin to waver in-between kisses and forced passion.

The yandere sighs dreamily and acts as if it’s what you want, as if its you who upended their life to love and ravage them, as if they’re just haplessly letting you do whatever you want, despite the bruises and marks still littering your body from punishments.

Oh, right now in the kitchen? You’re insatiable, but if that’s what darling wants. As they keep a warning hand wrapped around your throat.

Yes, in this house there’s a right way to act – and you’ll learn first-hand what the right ways are, even if it means taking charge of your own torture.

#yandere #yandere x reader #minors dni #AnglingThoughts #Just a random thought I had while making breakfast #so hopefully its coherent lol

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deuxcherise · 26 days ago

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The Hare and the Fox

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere male, male!rabbit oc, female!fox reader (doesn't really have to be female, but "daughter" is used here), tsuntsun!reader (just arrogance, honestly speaking), interspecies relations (?), male dumbification, some horror element, a bit suggestive but nothing super explicit.

A/n: So the fox and the hare, tale as old as time. Listen… WE. NEED. MORE. RABBIT BOYS. We’ve got catboys, we’ve got dogboys- WHERE ARE THE BUNNY BOYS?? …And yes, I just really wanted to write about a bunny boy and fox girl. This story wasn’t exactly intended for today but it’s Halloween and it’s been a while since I’ve posted and I wanted to celebrate it with a story with a little horror element, so I might’ve rushed to finish this before today. Also imagine animals here are humanoid with animal elements (like fluffy ears and tail). Enjoy a yan bunny. :3

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Once upon a time, there was a hungry, hungry fox who came across a very delectable-looking rabbit.

“Oh hi there! Nice to meet you!” greets the rabbit. “How are you on this fine day?

The fox licks its lips as grumbling sounds can be heard from its belly. It replies, “I’m doing well. Quite… peckish, actually. Little rabbit, little rabbit, how do you do?”

Despite the fox's clearly ravenous intentions displayed on its mannerisms, the rabbit simply smiles brightly in return and answers, “Why thank you for asking! I'm also doing well. Care to join me for a promenade?”

The fox snickers. “Gladly~”

And so the fox and rabbit joined together for a nice walk into the woods…

…..

“You can’t leave me here! You can’t leave me here!” Arley cries, grasping your hand with a grip unbecoming of a prey to a predator. His golden eyes are big and wide, watery with tears threatening to overflow, and his bunny ears are folded backwards. “(Y/nnnnn).”

As cunning as a fox you can be, you have admittedly fallen prey to this pathetic tactic many a time. This time, however, you simply cannot.

“Please. I haven’t visited my family in the longest time,” you say, attempting to wrench your hand out of his desperate grip. “They must be worried sick about me. You must have f-”

You stop yourself before saying the word “family”, for it would’ve been insensitive. Arley doesn’t care.

He gasps, his cute plump lips making an “o”. “But we’re family!”

You almost facepalm, instead squeezing out the words through gritted teeth, “We’re different.”

“How?”

HOW? A fox and a rabbit. There’s no way, in all the blue above, that two completely different species can be related, dumb bunny. “I’m not even going to answer that.”

He shakes his head aggressively, his long ears flopping from side to side. “No! No no no no! Forget about them! I only have youuuuu!” He sadly looks to the side, ears drooping, as he holds your hand up to his cheek. “Oh, I’ll be so lonely, so lonely without you…” He suddenly perks up with sparkles in his eyes. “Oh! Can’t I come with you?”

You sigh heavily. “You can’t.”

“What? Why?” He looks up with a look similar to an abandoned wolf pup’s eyes, pouting. “Please please please please please! Did I do something wrong, (Y/n)? I-if I did, please tell me! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything!” he pleads. “Please! Just let me come with you if you must leave! Tell me!”

Do something wrong, you ask? Oh, it’s not that you did anything wrong. It’s that this is all wrong! You are supposed to be digesting away in my stomach since days ago and yet, here you are. And here I am, a fox raising a damn rabbit. Have I lost my mind?

You press a palm against Arley’s forehead to back him up. “No. Nothing at all, Arley. But I really must be going now.”

He perks up, before you add, “Without you.”

“NOOOOO!” he screeches, as if you have just told him straight up that you’re going to eat him alive.

… Which is going to be true— eventually. But he doesn’t need to know that right now.

You use your free hand to cover one of your ears as the ringing settles. Even with them folded down, his pitch was really too much. If you were also a prey, his voice would have alerted some hungry predator into this part of the woods and slaughtered the both of you. But luckily, who would dare be an idiot and cross into fox territory?

You sigh and flick him on the forehead as punishment, earning a small whine. “Besides,” you confess, “Truth be told, I need space.”

He tilts his head, a confused pout. “Space? You want more territory? I can help you get more territory!”

You mentally sweep away the cartoon image of an armored bunny waving a spear haphazardly. “No. I need space. From you,” you clarify, preparing yourself for his reaction.

As expected, his eyes go wide again and his face becomes unhinged. “B-B-But (Y/n),” his voice cracks. “Space? … Ah! (Y/n) must be joking! A ha ha ha ha…” he laughs before his eyes turn blank and his voice becomes scarily monotone. “It’s not funny.”

“...Um…” What’s wrong with him?

His face returns to its cute self. “Are you sure you can’t bring me along?” he suggests with a hopeful voice. If it weren’t for the rabbit ears and tiny tail attached to him, you would have assumed he was hiding an invisible wolf tail from how his eyes are sparkling.

“No. Absolutely not,” you answer. Unless you want to become the main entree for a skulk of foxes.

His sniffles. “Well, why not?? You're just visiting your family, aren't you? Are you- are you ashamed of me, darling?”

Why is he… You sigh again and look up through the wide clearing of the forest towards the sky. You have absolutely no idea why you’ve kept him around this long. You look at him. He’s pouting at you. You pinch his cheeks, remembering your original reason for keeping him.

When you had found him, he was nothing but a scrawny little thing dilly-dallying around a clearing in the middle of the woods. If you had eaten him as originally planned, he would have been nothing more than a tasty toothpick to suck on and clean the space between your fangs with. So pitiful… too pitiful, actually. Call it sympathy, but it just… it just would’ve been a shame if he died without meeting his full potential. So you decided to name him Arley since it was improper for a sentient creature to not have a name, dumb as rabbits are. A cute name for an admittedly cute pet.

You look at him up and down, gauging his current physical appearance.

You’ve been quite diligent, collecting and feeding him all kinds of fruits and vegetables, and you've even helped him build a proper den near your own place so that he can get all the sleep a rabbit should get. Quite important for growing bodies, wouldn't you say? All to at least allow the poor lad some dignity as a meal fit for an honorable fox such as yourself. And yet, somehow he is still on the skinny side. Pet bunnies are such hassles.

Hah… And they say all foxes are good for nothing but tricks… Hmph!

“Not at all, Arley. I'm not ashamed of you at all. Like I said, it's just too dangerous for you.”

Arley puffs up his cheeks, giving you his biggest pout before giving up when you wouldn't budge. He finally releases you, but not before he gives you the biggest hug he can muster. “Fiiiine. I hope you have fun, darling. I’ll be waiting for you…”

Darling.

For some reason, he believes that to be your name. You have tried correcting him, but he insists on calling you that for some reason. Oh well, rabbits are quite dumb after all. No use trying so hard to educate your future meal.

And so the two of you parted ways, leaving him at his den before you rushed off to your family’s den. By the time you reached it, the sky was turning purple as the great light was setting.

You knock with a special jingle on the wooden door to your family's den, a place somewhere secluded in the great forest, where the nearest neighbor would probably be… well, you and your dear rabbit, Arley. A lone rabbit. Odd, but you figure Arley must've been abandoned for being a runt. Poor lad.

“Password~?” sings a young voice from behind the door.

You playfully roll your eyes. “The brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”

One of your younger sisters opens it and her face glows up at the sight of you. “(Y/n)!” She turns around to go back to main, shouting, “(Y/n)’s here! And she brought a boy!”

…..

Huh?

Two arms snake their way around your waist and close the distance between your back and their front. With a distinctively delicious scent wafting about, you don't even need to turn around entirely as you cringe from how he's nuzzling the back of your neck.

“Arley!?” you harshly whisper underneath your breath.

“Darling~” he whispers back, muffled by your neck.

“A boy!? You've finally brought home a husband, (Y/n)?” shouts your mother from inside the den.

“No!” you screech back, grabbing onto Arley's arms. You whisper between gritted teeth, “What are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous!?”

He shoots back with a sad look with droopy ears and big doe eyes. “Don't you know rabbits die easily from loneliness? I couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving me…”

What? What the heck is this dummy saying? Is that true? If it is true, does that even apply to rabbits and foxes? Rabbits shouldn't be sticking to foxes like this! Do you want to be eaten that badly!?

“Don't you-”

“What are you standing at the doorway for?” the voice of your father cuts in. “Come in and introduce your boy to us! And bring that rabbit. I can smell it on you. Don't hold up, now. We're starving.”

“You see?” you whisper to Arley, worried. “We're foxes. They're going to eat you alive! Go home!”

“No!” he refuses. “And no, they won’t. Once they know we’re together, they won’t lay a paw on me. Besides, I want to— need to meet your family for once. I have to thank your parents for giving birth to you and raising such a wonderful daughter.”

You try to find the words but after a moment or two, you give up with a groan. You place your hands together and send a quick prayer to the heavens.

Dear sun and moon, our great light and protector. I don't know why I'm in this situation but I humbly request that you protect this dumbass from my family. I've worked way too hard and too long for all my efforts to go up in dust just because he is an extremely stupid rabbit. We'll just have dinner (without rabbit) and then sleep, and then leave tomorrow. Forgive his naivety and lend me strength, good heavens. Blessed be the skies.

“Okay. Here we go.”

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“WHOA!” “My goodness!” “AMAZING!”

You sit there in awe alongside your family members as Arley somehow pulls another palm-sized rabbit from his top hat.

“And finally, this one is for the pup over here,” he says as he hands over the rabbit to your youngest sibling, who playfully squishes it in his hands. Not enough to burst its insides, but enough to make you wonder if it’s uncomfortable for the tiny bunny. Its blank face doesn’t offer any commentary, which almost begs the question if it is any real in the first place, if not for the tiny twitches.

“And that’s all for tonight, folks!”

“Well done, my boy!” your father compliments, clapping heartedly. “I never thought I could ever be entertained by a rabbit, but here I am!”

“Indeed!” your mother agrees, hand placed on her chest delicately. “I don’t know when was the last time I’ve ever been to a Magic Rabbit Show.”

Magic Rabbit Show? That’s a thing? Since when was that a thing???

Arley bows before your family, spinning his wrist, making the hat disappear into thin air. He then clasps his hands together, ears perked up. “My pleasure! Now… might I make the request to stay over tonight? I feel I will have better odds of seeing the great light if I stay inside than outside. And I’d like to stay close to Miss (Y/n), if possible?”

What the? Miss (Y/n)? Since when have you ever called me ‘Miss’? Or ‘(Y/n)’? You knew my name this entire time??

Your parents suspiciously share a look before smiling at Arley and announcing that he shall be taking residence in your bedroom for the night.

“Why!?” you squeak.

Your mother pulls you aside and shushes you. “Make sure the lad is comfortable, do you hear me? He’s come a long way, and we do not want to hear any complaints. Do you understand?”

“‘Come a long way’, you say, Mother? HE’S. A. RABBIT! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A MEAL, WOMAN!” is what you would have said if one, you didn’t respect your parents, and two, Arley wasn’t right there, and three, you weren’t afraid of the woman who brought you into this world and could easily send you back at any time.

Instead, you give her a face of disbelief.

It is odd, you note, considering the behavior of your parents. Your father had always liked chasing the birds up into the trees, and your mother often enjoyed a bit of mischief showcasing her toothy smiles in front of the occasional passing travelers, who tended to be grazers. To show such consideration to a rabbit is… frankly, very odd.

“Besides,” your mother continues, eyes watching your siblings play with their respective rabbit and your father bringing Arley to the side to have a chat. “I don’t think there’s any finer rabbit to… well, you know?”

Your eyebrows raise as far up your forehead as they can go. Arley may still be a bit on the small side compared to the typical size of rabbits based on what the books say, but he is decent enough. Maybe it’s about time you put an end to this ridiculous farce…

Your mother raises her eyebrows. You relax your shoulders and sigh, nodding in surrender. She smiles in triumph behind you as you lead Arley towards your old bedroom.

Seldom do foxes receive guests, lest they set up a bed and breakfast kind of establishment for whatever reason. But even so, in these parts of the woods, travelers tend to not stay too long, either here or alive, so to speak.

The minute you swing open the door, you half expect dust to come flying out. Only the smell of nice wood, fresh grass, and well-kept books fill your nose, a testament to your father’s impeccable housekeeping skills.

You eye your large nest, with enough space for a couple and a child (which you had given up hoarding your favorite sticks in order to fit this bedding), and take a step back before lau-

“W-wow… This is a… big bed. I didn’t think…”

You immediately stop yourself from belly flopping into the inviting bed. Your head swerves towards Arley, who’s eying your bed with bulging eyes.

What? Never seen a big- Oh course he hasn’t seen a big bed, ya doofus. Tiny rabbit only got a tiny bed. “Let’s sleep,” you mutter, feeling the drowsy effects of full home-cooked dinner in your stomach. Forget dessert, I’ll just eat him for breakfast.

You crawl onto the soft grass and lay on your side, patting the empty space beside you.

Strangely, Arley looks quite flustered. “E-eh? You’re- I’m- H-huh?”

You let your heavy eyes close, eyebrows furrowing, getting miffed. “What? You wanted to stay over, right? Come over here already… Schleep…”

“O-oh… okay…”

And so the two of you lay side-by-side, warm and cuddly, nothing to be frightened about. Twas a peaceful midnight, all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a…

“Y/nnnnn~? Are you awake?”

There is the famous saying everyone who’s anyone knows: how a wolf can hide itself among a flock of sheep by dressing up as its prey. It’s a funny tale, showcasing the stupidity of sheep against the cunningness of a wolf. How does it relate to a fox and rabbit, one might ask?

Your eyes open, having been suddenly thrown out of a dreamless sleep and brought back to reality. As they adjust to the darkness, they meet golden eyes followed by a wicked, wicked smile full of razor sharp teeth.

There may not be any wolves or sheep here… but perhaps, a less arrogant and less hungry creature might have wondered what a little rabbit was doing out in the woods by itself? Come to think of it, why would a rabbit invite a clearly hungry fox for a walk all by itself in the middle of the woods?

“Darrrrlinnnng~”

As the adrenaline pumps through your veins, you finally smell the scent of blood. It’s heavy. Far too close and heavy to be a mere cut. And… familiar? “A-Arley, is that you? W-what-”

He tilts his head mockingly, eyes and smile widening more than they already are. “Yes, darlinnnnng~ So glaaaaad you still… recognizzzzze Arleyyyyy after… well, nowwwww isn’t the tiiiiime.”

You gasp, feeling four spindly things drag upwards against the flesh of your stomach. You quickly wrap around your fingers the culprit before shoving it away and shooching your body up your bed. Only then, do your eyes feast on something horrid.

Arley- If it is Arley at all- tilts his head the other way stiltedly, his neck cracking with every angle. He towers over you with the height of a bear. The skin on his face looks stretched across his abnormally large skull, almost tearing at the seams of his mouth and eyes and nose. The ears on his head are stiffly standing above his head, shaped more triangularly than his typical round ones. Accompanying them are two massive antlers, ending in serrated stake-like ends. Where his eyes should have been are now dark black pools with little gold rings floating in them. The clothes on his body have shredded apart, revealing long skinless, muscleness limbs ending in similarly long claws sharper than the thorns of wild roses.

“Daaaaarling~ Why do youuuu look soooo scared?” he says, softly caressing one side of your jaw with a claw. His voice sounds like disjointed souls fighting to speak at the same time.

The smell of blood nearly overpowers the sound of your racing heart. “W-why do you s-smell like blood?”

“Hmm~ Arleyyyyy…” he hums, without opening his mouth, “... had to eaaaaat.”

“O-oh?”

“Don’t worryyyyy, darlinnnng. Arleyyyyy wouldn’t dare… eat youuuuu. Not… yeeeeet.”

A million things can enter your mind right now, things concerning your own safety and what happened to Arley and what could possibly go on, but the one thing that grips your heart is the thought: with all of this blood on him, where is your family?

“A-Arley… “ you smile nervously, gulping down your nerves as you slowly shift to the side at a snail’s pace. “I… Can I go… use… the bathroom?”

He sees what you are attempting to do and does not like it at all. He slams a hand down on the nest, tossing a few grass upwards, barely missing your hand. You breathe in sharply as he lowers his face over your shoulder, his chest rumbling as he takes in your scent.

“No… Stayyyyy.” Gentle, gentle is his voice, and yet it does nothing more than make the hair of your skin continue to stand straight up.

Arley’s just a rabbit. Arley’s just a rabbit. Arley’s just a rabbit. A dumb fucking rabbit.

Gathering all of your wits, you bark, “N-No! You! Let me go! I. Need to— GET OUT!”

Without a second thought, you quickly toss your body out of your nest and onto the cold wooden floor, paying no mind to your bruised knees as you get back up on your feet. You rip open your bedroom door to run down the hallway. It’s so dark you drag your hands across the walls to feel your way to the front, but it’s not dark enough to hide the dark inky stains dripping down the walls, staining your palms. It smells of death, rot, and everything and anything disgusting. Any more time in here, and you are sure you’d throw up.

An ungodly roar booms behind you. Right as your hand grasps onto a door handle, a hand wraps around on your legs and hauls you backwards, forcing your chin to hit the ground. Before you can recover from the impact, you feel the air around your head turn warm and in the edges of your view are rows of sharp white teeth.

“A-”

CRUNCH.

The end.

Little rabbit, little rabbit, how do you do?

Keep to the light, or the dark hunts you.

Wander too far, stray from its view—

And in the night, it will come for you.

You wake up and gasp for air, dripping horrendously with heavy beads of sweat. You’re laid on your side, the opposite side of the original position you had laid down in before you knocked out. Which means you’re facing away from–

“Ack!”

Upon registering a sharp pain on the back of your neck, you immediately whip the back of your hand behind you, making contact with something hard. You turn on a lamp light and whirl around to find Arley holding his nose, regular bunny-shaped and looking like himself, and absolutely nothing like that nightmarish creature.

“Owiiiie…” he whines. Tears gather on the edges of his eyes, which thankfully look normal as well with their white scleras.

Picking up a faint scent of blood and a moist feeling on the back of your neck, you gently feel the area, finding that Arley has in fact broken a bit of skin enough to produce red droplets. “Did you bite me? Why’d you bite me!?”

“Sowiiiie, dawwwing… Couldn’t help it…”

A bunny biting a fox for no reason? How insulting! What does this dumb rabbit take me for!?

You grit your teeth, still holding a grudge for Nightmare!Arley’s actions, as you wipe your blood-stained fingers on your bed clothes before grabbing onto Arley’s jaw and forcing his mouth open. You then stick two clean fingers between his lips to keep his mouth open and check out his teeth. All flat bunny teeth, nothing sharp at all. How did he manage to make you bleed? You groan and let him go, grumbling, “I should’ve eaten a long time ago…”

Shocked at your actions, Arley’s mouth is still slightly agape and his cute pink bunny tongue still tantalizing. The taste of your fingers are nothing to the taste of your blood, but strange thoughts that have been sealed away time and time again are now coming to the front, and it certainly doesn’t help that he’s in an enclosed room that smells entirely like you and him.

You almost tell him to close his mouth when he interrupts you. “I… I wouldn’t mind if you ate me right now, darling.” He tilts his head downward and looks up with fluttering eyes, tapping the tips of his fingers together bashfully . “Only if darling is gentle in the beginning though…”

What the hell is he talking about? “Stupid,” you mutter. “Don’t be so weird.”

For some strange reason, his ears flops down and he gives his biggest pout as he looks away with scrunched eyebrows. You nearly roll your eyes, instead patting his head, hoping this action that he typically asks for will lessen his sad mood. It does, making him close his eyes and cheeks puff up with a blissful smile.

The way he melts under your touch softens your annoyance, making you appreciate the fact that he’s just a dumb rabbit who doesn’t know he’ll be eaten soon. You close your eyes and breathe yet another sigh of relief. At least, he isn’t like that creature at all. It was just a nightmare, nothing more… right?

…..

“Darling is mine~” Arley hums to himself under your petting while your eyes are wincing from the pain on the back of your neck. He looks at you through the tiniest inconspicuous sliver of space between his eyelids, showcasing black scleras and glowing golden rings. “All mine~”

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