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ㅤㅤᶻ 𝘇 𐰁. Howell . 21 ᡣ𐭩 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐣 ⋆ sometimes I write silly fanfics◞
traps fairy!reader in a jar... now you're his greatest obsession.
𝓒𝐰. nerdjo · yandere themes · experimentation ( not on reader ) · creepy satoru · oddly fluffy · stockholm syndrome · worship · slight idolisation · satoru's so whipped it's kinda cute
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo loved picking apart magical beings. figuring out how they work. how he could use their supernatural capabilities in alchemy and artifice trades alike. he's got magical body parts stuffed in jars and rowed on his shelves. from unicorn horns to vampire teeth, dragon eyes and goblin hands. but above all, he's been awed by the mythical, elusive fairy. he's got an entire taxidermy wall of butterfly wings in dedication to them.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo has been obsessed with fairies from a young age. from fairytales to frightening fascination, he's now driven himself mad trying to capture one. he'd honed all of his skills, yet still couldn't get his hands on one… until you came along.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo knew that he needed to have you the second he saw you. prancing around the flowers in his garden, pretty and as peaceful as you could be. you even gave him a little smile from your hiding spot. he pretended not to see you, even as his chest fluttered. but in his eyes? you were perfect.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo was surprised that the sweet treat on a mushroom top trick worked.
"well, aren't you the prettiest little thing?" he cooed on that fateful day he trapped your wing under his thumb. while you squirmed in the thick blades of grass.
his sharp grin loomed above you. watching you over the rim of his copper-framed glasses. and within his eyes, you saw something that terrified you.
hearts.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo perfectly prepared your jar. he cushioned the bottom with soil and moss. a slab of bark laid on side, with a network of flourishing, pink mushrooms growing along its length. a polished pebble for you to perch on, right beside the singular, blooming daisy where you could sleep. he wasn't a monster, after all…
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo watched you with fascination as you tapped on the glass helplessly, your wings batting and your tears shimmery. so fairy dust was real.
"please."
your tiny hands smacked into the glass. peering up at the man as he sat at a table and chair. "please, why won't you let me go? I'll do anything."
he had scooped the jar into his hand, levelling you with those terrifying blues. "now, why would I let something so pretty go?" he crooked his head, snowy hair dangling to the side.
"i've waited for you for many years, sweetheart. don't be selfish."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo would give you everything you ever needed. food wasn't an issue, every day, he fed you something new. a juicy strawberry. honey and puffballs. mango slices. crackers. one time he even tried to hold you in his palm and feed you a small piece of vanilla cake.
you bit him.
he smiled.
"I suppose even pretty things can be feisty." his grip tightened on you, ever so slightly. a thumb brushing over your wings that fluttered erratically.
"let me go! you monster!" you squeaked.
he tutted, stroking his thumb over your back in a tender path. "sshhh, sweet thing. you'll bruise your little lungs…"
he continued the motion until your wreckless squirming melted. your head limped on his knuckle, your limbs still, and your head droopy.
he chuckled, carefully scooping you back into your jar. "thankfully, I've studied your kind extensively. I know you intimately, sweetheart."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes lets you out of the jar, but only when you have manners. he doesn't have to worry about you flying away, because he always so meticulously ties your wings with a silk ribbon.
"remain still for me, okay?" he hushed at you, kissing your head as you thrashed and shouted at him.
he even tied it into a pretty bow, before he set you atop one of his books.
"why do you do this?" you huffed, balling your little fists as you helplessly tried to flutter your wings. "how can you be so twisted to keep me here?"
satoru always spoke to you as if you were a flower. even lowering his head to be at eye level with you. lashes fluttering, almost droopy in the presence of your beauty.
"am I so twisted for being in love with you?"
the way your eyes gaped at him made him smile. he brought his pinkie to gently poke at your head. "what? am I?"
"you're insane…" your murmur sounded frightened. fear looked pretty on you, too.
"maybe," his voice lowered to a whisper. "or maybe I'm just very dedicated to my work."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo made little tools out of silver to help fix your hair. he'd do the usual routine of scooping you out of the jar, tying your wings and sitting you on his palm, before he set to work on carefully helping you.
"I made these for you." he'd say affectionately.
and when you didn't respond, he blow a bit of air onto your wings until you squirmed and giggled.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo makes sure to let you have a little soak in one of his favourite teacups with some warm water. no, he doesn't peep at you. he's not a creep. a pretty little lady like yourself needs her privacy, after all.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes takes you out to dance you around the windowsill when the moon shines just right. he lets you hold onto his pinkies. twirls and dips you all night long. treating you as delicate as a flower as he watches you with awestruck eyes.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo brings you bundles of flowers to drink nectar from. he'll nudge your chin up so gently with his index nail and feed you himself. makes sure you don't choke.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo wraps you up in his glasses cloth when it gets too cold, or sometimes even scoops you into his pocket where you can nap to the sound of his heartbeat.
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo despite being so gentle, would remind you what kind of man he was. not all of the times he plucked you from the jar were for your benefit.
at times, he'd tie your wings a little tighter. laying you out on a leather-bound notebook and analysing you piece by piece.
"fascinating," he mumbled, prodding at your arm with a flat, wooden stick. applying pressure. testing. "your limbs are stronger than they look. is it your magic, I wonder?"
he spoke about wanting to take you apart. bit by bit, to understand you better. when you gave him a horrified look, he chuckled, cocking his head as he tickled your wings.
"what, sweetheart? wouldn't it be intimate?"
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo wouldn't ever hurt you. he didn't think he had it in him. you were too soft, too elegant, too pretty. it broke his heart whenever he'd see you weeping in your jar.
"don't cry… please don't cry," he'd whisper as he laid his head beside the jar. watching you with sullen blue eyes.
you'd cry for him to let you go, and it ached a deep part of him.
"I can't. I'm sorry, sweet thing." his lips brushed the glass, a sincere apology from a man so sadistic. "I need you." came his shaky breath.
"I need you here. with me. I'm just so lonely. please don't hate me."
𔘓 · yandere researcher!nerdjo saw you staring at the wall of wings while he worked, once. silent and wide eyed.
he sorely misinterpreted you, tilting his head with a crooked smile. "do you like any of them?"
scooping you out of the jar, he cradled you in his palm. "I could make you a dress… would you like that?"
your look of horror bewildered him, and when tears streamed down your face, he rushed to soothe you. brushing away your tears with a petal plucked from a flower on his desk.
when you told him why you wept— because you thought the wings were your fallen brethren, his face twisted. almost disgusted that you could compare your pristine, perfect wings to those baneful butterflies. still, his shoulder shook with a little laugh. he found it morbidly amusing.
"oh, my sweetheart. of course not," he cooed at you. "those are butterflies. you are the only fairy I've had in my grasp."
pale lips brushed your little head, ever delicate. as he whispered. soft, lovingly.
"that's why you're so special to me."
you didn't look too convinced. your small sniffles broke his heart, so he sighed as he gently nudged you over. till you were slumped over his thumb and forefinger.
"sweetheart, please don't insult yourself so," he lightly scolded. "butterfly wings are so brittle. so dull. but yours…"
his other index slowly, tenderly brushed down your spine. tracing your wings in that same gentle, sick fascination he always had.
"yours are pristine. delicate… perfect."
his shaky breath tickled your wings, and they twitched. his throat ran dry. heart hammering a bit faster at this little, intimate moment.
with a gentle squeeze to you, he leaned down. pressing a slow, velvet kiss to your wings. smiling into them as they fluttered and you pitched a whine.
"see?" satoru breathed, lips brushing over their little twitches. his smile was soft, sick.
"these are all mine. my special little sweetheart."
While wanting to read books and fiction that contain sexually intimate scenes is fine and is not something to feel bad about.
There is a very big gap between that and when that want becomes the only reason people want to read a book. When people expect every book to have sex or suggestive themes for its plot to work out — when there barely is a plot in the first place and it only runs on meaningless, predictable “tropes” that have been most often culture vultured and laundered over and over — it is not only a clear sign of how modern society across the globe is rapidly falling into quick pleasure consumerism and anti-intellectualism, but it is a crime to literature itself.
Because it removes the authenticity of reading the true messages authors leave behind when they write the books or the fiction. It removes important story-telling and important reads and analysis’.
And a lot of you ain’t ready to hear that. But you’re gonna have to. This is a wake-up call.
Booktok and the rise of Ai books are actively ruining writing communities, all around. Real authors, real comic writers, real manuscript writers, real fanfic writers, etc. it is ruining writing communities all around. And it is taking away the importance of literature as an art.
Just as other people are doing to art ( referring to paintings, sketches, etc. )
Again, wanting to read some smut is not a bad thing. Even I enjoy it. But I personally ( as in me personally, I am not dictating what you should like. The fact I have to say that is concerning ) enjoy it most when: there is an actual plot first, chemistry between characters. When there is a story, messages, symbolism, something that doesn’t just revolve around the sex itself but has multiple ties to different outside forces, something that makes it feel authentic and real. Not laundered and mindlessly rotted.
Meanwhile there is nothing wrong with plotless smut either, it can be just as nice to read in the moment when it is needed.
The problem stems from when people begin preaching it as a need in books. When it becomes a requirement. Because these audiences claims it a necessity for the story to go on. When 100% of the time, it was never a need. It was a need for self-indulgence that could’ve been either suppressed or paid off somewhere else. It was not a need in this or that book because of this and that.
In which I also wish to remind, this is one of the reasons fanfiction exists. It doesn’t need to be in the books, you can write it or imagine it yourself without harassing the authors about it.
Now it is important to note that booktok is a nuanced place, like many other, there is a different side to every coin.
Booktok has helped genuine aspiring authors on their way to get a spot in the writing world and it has also recommended very important cultural and classical books in literature to new or old readers that have searched to learn about certain periods of literature and topics.
So, I think all of you know I am not talking about this side of it in specific, but the other one that is actively spreading like the bubonic plague.
Although I do not care for booktok as a whole: Considering TikTok is an entertainment app, not one that was created for thorough review and genuine intellectual education. That is what we have libraries and forums that focus on literature for.
While I could go on a far longer tangent about this, my conclusion is:
It is essential in literature to read topics that nuance either throughout a single story or through many different books. And yes, it is also important to read books and media, that counter and stray from your own morals and opinions. With a critical mindset, but one that is also willing to learn. So that you can expand your knowledge. You have to get uncomfortable to learn how to deal with the things dabbled with in different books.
It important we get uncomfortable, read things that make us sad, angry, happy, conflicted, gives us time to reflect.
Read something that allows for space to grow and learn. Because real life entails you NEED to acknowledge the things that are going on around you.
Hiding away in a bubble of comfort, delusion and ignorance and lashing out at others for telling you that living like that is what is encouraging people to grow more and more anti-intellectual in groups. Is the true danger.
Dictating what needs to be in modern literature is what is ruining literature. There is a reason many continue to read the old and refuse the new, because it is the same repetitive media.
@twistedminutia oh for suuure. It's probably more of an issue with human overblotters (as it's a bit more visible/distinct than it is for merfolk and beastfolk..... and jury's out for fae) but I'm sure there's gotta be a lot of strange stares- especially for those at the later stages. Like i know while i was working on these I thought a lot about Jamil pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down to hide the back of his hands and worrying about his teeth & eyes + Vil fussing a lot over the feathers and if the pigmentation clashed too hard with any given outfit to be brushed off as makeup etc.... like. nods. yeag
