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MASTERLIST
fantasy
A New Home - goldilocks and the 3 bears
part 1, part 2
what big teeth you have - red riding hood and eldritch werewolf
"You beat me here, sweetcheeks." You're a sight for sore eyes, although Lorain knows that seeing you behind her bar isn't a good thing. "Terry been taking care of you? Let me fix you a water, lord knows that man has no sense." It used to be a hassle to get you to drink anything besides more liquor, but you listen to her now, it makes Lorain's chest warm. "Did you miss this little old lady so much that you had to come visit?"
A joke is all it is, but she longs for it to be true.
You only manage a tiny nod of your head after you gulp down the glass she handed you and slump back over, she'll let Terry have it later for being irresponsible, especially with her favroite regular. "That so? I'm mighty flattered, a young kid like you should be dancing instead of keeping me company." Now that she thinks about it, Lorain has a feeling that might have been the problem that brought you here in the first place. It's no secret that you've had trouble finding friends in college, she's listened to you babble on about feeling alienated by your peers, the little bitches. Lorain wasn't a fan of cliques in her youth and she can only imagine it's gotten worse with your generation. "Well, it doesn't matter anyway, baby. We're together, you'll still have a good time."
Any moment spent with you is perfect. You need someone to take care of you and she gets to be that person, your folks must have been out of their minds to let you fly the nest when you clearly weren't ready. She follows your mom on Facebook, that women has a few screws loose herself. Lorain is a better mother than she could ever wish to be.
"Honey?" Her hand snaps forward to catch your shoulder as your frame tilts to the side, "Dammit, kid, you should be headin' home." She barely got to see you, the warmth turns to cold dread in an instant. It can't hurt to leave her shift early to make sure a customer was safe, right? Lorain gets to spend more time with you and you won't waste money on a ride, it's mutually beneficial. "I'm going to grab my purse, okay? Then we can get you settled."
Your weight against her side is a comforting one as she leads you towards the door, she's never been able to touch you this much, Lorain wants to smooth your hair and kiss your forehead but that will have to wait.
"Lori," Marcus stops her with an unamused huff, blocking the path out of the bar and thinning her patience. "Don't go being stupid, your chick will be just fine in a taxi." He's worried, the crease of his brow tells her that much. "We talked about this."
"We did," she hums, batting her lashes up at him. "I'm driving them home just this once, they can barely stand up on their own, a taxi can't be safe."
Marcus is a strong man, but he's weak to a woman's charm. You looking five seconds away from hurling on the floor is just a bonus. The big oaf likes you even if he won't outright admit to it, it isn't hard to convince him to let Lorain have her way. A blind man could see how he softens when he glances down at you.
"Alright," he sighs, stepping aside. "You're driving them to their house, that's what I'm agreeing to. I don't want to hear anything different."
Lorain pecks his lips for good measure and then quickly gets her ass in gear.
She feels almost giddy when she finally gets you in the car and fastens your seat belt for you like a proper parent. It's sad that she didn't know you in your youth, even so, you're still adorable. Lorain turns the radio on to a channel she knows you'll like and starts to drive. It makes her jump slightly when you reach for her hand, although she immediately let's you hold it when you murmer something incomprehensible. Knowing you, it was probably a 'thank you'. You're so sweet.
By the time your block is just around the corner, she begins to doubt her promise. You're all alone in that apartment, what if you're hungover in the morning? She'd feel terrible if you where sick and she knowingly let you suffer! Lorain couldn't live with herself. It isn't like she's kidnapping you, it's more of a sleepover. She strokes the back of your hand with her thumb as she turns the car around.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's my birthday!!!! 21 today! I made a somewhat self-indulgent writing, I also plan to post something with some other favorite yanderes, like Vincent, Cecil, Lux, etc. Sorry I've been a bit inactive lately! ^^; feel free to send asks about them, sorry I've been so behind on answering them but I hope to answer some!
You've lived your life staying out of trouble, like you were always taught to do. Be a good citizen, stay polite, and don't cause a fuss. The world was dangerous, especially to you. There were laws in your little tight-knit town, but there were also bandits, outlaws, and criminals who didn't give a shit. As long as you kept your head down and minded your business, you wouldn't be any trouble to anyone.
Today had been a long day. All's you wanted was to relax at the saloon. It was one of those days hardly anyone was there, which was honestly much preferred. The saloon was the only place that ever got crowded, after all. The barkeep knew you fairly well, so the chatter wasn't much more than small talk.
A few drinks had already made their way into your system, and you were enjoying your little buzz when the sound of the door opening caught your attention.
In walked a couple. Their arms were linked, and while they were dressed fairly nice, they didn't fit in with this town.
The man was rugged and handsome, in that gruff sort of way. He had short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a bit of facial hair. Despite his rough exterior, he had a pleasant grin as he looked around the bar.
The woman, on the other hand, was beautiful. Her black hair was curled and pinned up nicely. Her eyes were a pretty shade of brown. You noticed her dress was a tad dusty, but she still looked much more put together than anyone else.
The barkeep tensed, you noticed. He looked... concerned? But he plastered on a smile and greeted the pair with a quiet, "Welcome, what can I get ya?"
The man led his wife over to the bar. "Just whiskey for me. What'd you want, darlin'?"
She chuckled, waving her hand. "I'm alright. Water for me."
He nodded, ordering from the barkeep. He placed his hand on the woman's hip and gave it a gentle squeeze, and she just beamed at him. They looked at each other with so much love, it was almost sickening.
The man then looked over to you, and you realized you'd been staring.
"Hey there," he greeted. You jolted. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle ya. You mind if we sit here?" He motioned to the stools next to you.
You glanced around. The bar was mostly empty. They could sit anywhere, really.
"...Sure," you managed to say, clearing your throat and taking another sip of your drink.
The couple sat down beside you, the woman in between you and the man.
"Thank you, sugar," she said to you sweetly.
You nodded in acknowledgement, taking a few more sips of your drink. You kept your eyes on the bar, but you could feel them watching you.
"What's your name, hon?" the woman asked.
You blinked. You weren't used to people asking you that. Everyone already knew everyone in a small town like this. You awkwardly replied with your name.
"That's a lovely name," she smiled, placing a hand on your arm. You glanced down at it before looking back at her. She continued, "My name's Adeline, and this handsome fellow is Waylon. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise," you said. Might as well indulge them in conversation. They seemed sweet, now that you were properly introduced. "You don't seem to be from around here," you pointed out.
Adeline chuckled softly. "Oh, we aren't. We're actually just passing through. Right, love?" She turned to look at Waylon, who had just received his whiskey.
He took a sip before nodding. "Yep. Got a place up north, so we're on the move." He looked you over, and you felt a little self-conscious under his gaze. "You old enough to drink, kid?" He gestured to the drink in your hand with what looked almost like... concern? Disapproval?
You frowned slightly. "I'm an adult, actually."
He raised his brows, looking you up and down again. "...Are you sure?"
You nervously chuckled. "I'm sure."
"Aw, Waylon, hush," Adeline scolded. She patted your hand. "Don't mind him. He's just teasing."
Waylon smirked, taking another sip of his drink. "Right."
The conversation fell into a lull after that. You didn't mind, though. You were starting to feel a little tired from the alcohol, and you were just about to decide to call it a night when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
You looked at Adeline, who was giving you a kind smile. "What're you doing here all alone, sugar? Don't you have anyone to look after you?"
Your eyes widened a bit. "I, uh... I live on my own."
Her eyes widened. "Really?" She looked over at Waylon, who had a similar expression of shock on his face. "You poor thing. And no one's looking after you?"
"I... I don't need anyone to," you muttered.
They shared a look, and you felt your skin prickle a bit. They were acting a bit weird.
"Are you here alone often?" Adeline asked, turning back to you.
You shrugged. "I guess. My work keeps me busy, so I just get away from the stress by coming here."
Her eyes seemed to soften. "Oh, honey..." She reached out and cupped your cheek. "That's so sad. You shouldn't have to be alone." Her thumb brushed over your cheek gently, and you swallowed thickly. Her hand was warm, and you didn't want to admit how nice it felt.
"Ah, well, I don't mind it," you said, though you knew that wasn't completely true. It did get a bit lonely sometimes.
She clicked her tongue. "You don't have to lie to us, sweetheart. It's okay to admit you're lonely." She pulled your upper half towards her, resting your head on her chest. You tensed up, not used to this kind of physical affection. She just hushed you softly, running her fingers through your hair. "You're so precious, you know that?"
You weren't sure why you didn't pull away. Maybe you were too buzzed. Or maybe you were just that touch-starved.
Waylon cleared his throat, and you looked up at him. His expression was... hard to read. He seemed to be contemplating something, his eyes flickering between you and Adeline.
"What're ya drinkin'?" he asked with another gesture to your drink.
"Uh..." You glanced down at it. "Just... beer. Why?"
He nodded. "Barkeep, another round for the kid."
You frowned. "Oh, I don't—"
"Don't argue with me," he said, his tone firm.
You shut your mouth, feeling a bit embarrassed. You didn't want another drink. You were already feeling the effects of the alcohol, and you didn't want to end up drunk. But given how the barkeep scrambled to obey, you felt that these people were people you didn't want to get on the bad side of.
Adeline turned to Waylon, releasing you from her grip. She gave him a mild look of disbelief. "Really, Waylon? Don't you think they've had enough?"
"Well, if the kid thinks they're a big ol' adult, they can handle a few more drinks," he said.
His tone was almost more patronizing than Adeline's. It was almost as if he was mocking you.
The look on Adeline's face became one of realization, but she smoothed it down with another smile. "I suppose you're right. Let's see if they can handle their liquor."
You felt like they were playing some sort of game, and you were the pawn. You weren't sure how to feel about it. You took the new drink and downed it in one go. You weren't about to prove them right. You were an adult. You could handle your alcohol.
Adeline looked surprised, but Waylon seemed unfazed.
"Not bad," he said. "Barkeep, another."
The rest of the night became like that. You were too occupied with your own thoughts and drunkenness to notice they weren't drinking anymore, just looking at you.
In the middle of another beer (which tasted awful, you may add), you began talking more. "Why're y'all so... I don't know how to describe it. Parental?"
They looked at each other again, sharing a smile.
"That's how you see us?" Adeline cooed.
"No, no," you stuttered to correct. "I just mean... you're acting like it. Do y'all have kids?"
Waylon shook his head. "We don't."
Adeline sighed. "We wish we did, but..." She gave a sad smile. "Not every woman can bear a child, I'm afraid."
Your heart ached for them. You didn't mean to remind them of that. "I'm sorry," you mumbled.
"It's alright, hon," she assured. "It's not your fault." She reached over and pet your hair again, and you leaned into the touch. "You're so sweet, you know that?"
You smiled drunkenly at her. "Thanks."
Waylon noticed your eyes slipping shut and you swaying. He gently took the drink from your hand and placed it on the counter. "I think it's about time we got ya home, don't you?"
You blinked blearily. "Mm... Yeah. S'pose so." You tried to stand up, but the room spun and you wobbled. You would've fallen if it weren't for Adeline's arms wrapping around you.
"Poor thing," she cooed. You grumbled a protest, but she just hushed you. She looked at Waylon. "Could you help me?"
He nodded, standing and coming around to help you up. He lifted you into his arms with ease, and you were too out of it to be embarrassed. You just curled into his chest, not caring that a stranger was carrying you.
The barkeep gulped. "Sir, ma'am, I—"
Adeline grabbed something from Waylon's belt, and pointed it at the barkeep. A gun.
"Keep your mouth shut, and don't you dare follow us," she warned. Her voice was no longer sweet. It was cold and firm.
The barkeep raised his hands, nodding. "Yes, ma'am."
She gave him a nod before putting the gun back. "Good."
You were too far gone to comprehend what was happening. You just mumbled something about wanting to go home, and Waylon shushed you.
"You'll be home soon, kid," he assured.
They took you out of the saloon and to two horses that were tied outside, a golden-tan stallion and a white mare.
Waylon placed you on the mare before getting on the stallion. Adeline got on behind you, wrapping her arms around you to keep you steady. Waylon led the mare, the two of them riding out of town.
You were half-asleep, barely aware of the gentle rocking of the horse and the sound of Adeline's voice humming softly.
...
When you awoke, you were in a bed. A nice, soft bed, in a room you didn't recognize. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Your head was pounding, and you felt a bit sick. You must've drank too much last night...
Your eyes scanned the room. It was a small room, but cozy. There was a dresser, a wardrobe, and a small table with a pitcher and basin. A window let in the sunlight. You saw that the door was slightly ajar.
Where were you? You tried to recall what happened last night, but all you could remember was... Adeline and Waylon. They were at the saloon. You talked to them. And then...
You were suddenly very awake. You threw the covers off and stood up. You noticed your clothes were different. You were wearing a nightgown, and it definitely wasn't yours. It was too... cutesy. Too childish.
Your eyes widened. You ran to the door, pulling it open. You found yourself in a hallway. You followed it to the end, where you saw a set of stairs. You hurried down them, looking around frantically. You were in a house, a nice one at that. It looked clean and well-kept. It was much nicer than your own home.
You heard voices coming from the kitchen. You cautiously made your way over, peeking around the corner.
Adeline and Waylon were there. They were at the table, eating breakfast. They looked like a happy couple, chatting and smiling at each other.
Your heart was racing. You didn't know what to do. Should you run? Should you call for help? You didn't know where you were, let alone how to get back to town.
You must've made a noise because Adeline looked up, her eyes meeting yours.
She smiled brightly, standing up. "Good morning, sleepyhead!"
Waylon looked over, a grin on his face. "Mornin', kid. Did ya sleep well?"
You stared at them, trying to process what was happening. "Where... Where am I?"
"Well, you're home, sugar," Adeline said, walking over to you. She gently took your hand, leading you to the table. "Your papa and I brought you here last night. You were so tired, we figured it'd be best to let you rest."
You blinked. Papa? What the hell was she talking about? You tried to pull your hand away, but she held firm.
"I... I don't understand," you stammered. "I have a home. A job. I need to go back."
Waylon chuckled. "Now, now. Don't be like that. We've got everything you need here."
Adeline nodded, pulling out a chair for you. "Sit down, sweetie. Let's get some food in you. You must be starving."
You felt dizzy. This couldn't be real. You must be dreaming. You reluctantly sat down, watching as Adeline served you a plate of food. It looked good, but you weren't hungry.
You looked at the couple, trying to find the words to ask what was going on. Why did they take you? Who were they?
Adeline must've seen the confusion on your face, because she sighed softly. "Oh, honey. I know this must be a lot to take in. But trust us, okay? We're not going to hurt you. We just want to take care of you."
"I'm an adult," you seethed. "I told you, I'm an adult."
Waylon frowned. "You are, but you're also our baby."
What the fuck?
Adeline reached out, taking your hand again. "You don't have to worry about anything anymore. We'll take care of you. All you have to do is let us love you."
You felt sick. You pulled your hand away, standing up. "I'm leaving."
Waylon stood up as well, his expression hard. "You're not going anywhere."
You glared at him. "You can't keep me here!"
He crossed his arms. "Wanna bet?"
You looked around, trying to find an escape route. The front door was right there, but you had a feeling he'd catch you before you even made it outside.
Adeline stood up, placing her hands on your shoulders. "Please, don't make this harder than it has to be. We just want what's best for you."
"What's best for me is to let me go!" you shouted, pushing her hands off.
She looked hurt, her eyes glistening. "We're not trying to hurt you. We're trying to help you. Don't you see? You were all alone. No one was taking care of you. We can't stand the thought of you being on your own like that."
"Adopt like a normal couple! There's plenty of orphanages around!" you cried.
Waylon shook his head. "We've tried. They don't just hand out kids to people like us."
"People like you?" you echoed, looking at him with suspicion. "What do you mean?"
Adeline sighed, looking at Waylon. He hesitated before speaking.
"We're... not exactly law-abiding citizens," he admitted.
Well. That made sense. The way the barkeep acted, the way they were so casual about taking you... they must be outlaws.
You felt a chill run down your spine. You were in the house of criminals. And they wanted to keep you here.
Adeline saw the fear in your eyes, and she tried to soothe you. "Oh, no, no, honey. Don't be scared. We would never hurt you. You're our precious baby, remember? We love you."
You shook your head, stepping away from her. "I'm not your baby. I'm not a child."
She pouted. "Well, you certainly act like one. You need someone to look after you, to care for you. And we're going to do that."
You were at a loss. You didn't know what to do. You couldn't fight them off. You couldn't outrun them. You were stuck here. You looked at the door again, and Waylon followed your gaze.
"Don't even think about it, kid. You ain't leavin' this house."
You clenched your fists, feeling tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You didn't want to cry in front of them, but you couldn't help it. You were trapped, and there was nothing you could do about it.
Before you knew it, you stumbled into the corner of the kitchen and just slid down to the floor, your hands covering your face as you sobbed.
Adeline rushed to your side, kneeling in front of you. She pulled you into her arms, rocking you gently. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. I know it's scary, but you'll see. We'll make you so happy. You'll never want to leave."
Waylon walked over, crouching down and thumbing your tears away. "Hey, none of that. We got you. Ain't nothin' to worry about." His voice was surprisingly gentle, given his rough exterior.
You hiccuped, trying to calm down. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you break down, but you couldn't stop yourself.
Adeline kissed the top of your head. "There, there. You're okay, baby. Mama's got you."
Mama. Papa. They were delusional. They really thought they were your parents.
But as you sat there, in Adeline's arms, with Waylon rubbing circles in your back, you felt the results of your hangover coming back. You were tired. You were scared. You just wanted this to be over.
You leaned into Adeline's touch, your sobs subsiding. You felt her smile against your hair.
"That's it. Good job. Let it all out."
Waylon stood up, walking over to the sink. He wet a cloth and came back, gently wiping your face. "There. Feel better?"
You nodded weakly. You did feel a bit better, physically. Emotionally, you were still a mess. But you were too exhausted to fight anymore.
Adeline helped you up, leading you back to the table. "Come on, let's finish breakfast. Then we can get you settled in."
Even though you were far from hungry right now, you figured you had no choice. You'd probably need the energy to think of a plan to escape later.
As you ate, Adeline and Waylon chatted about what they had planned for the day. It was all so domestic, as if you weren't a captive in their home. It was surreal.
When you were done, Adeline stood up, taking your plate. "Why don't you go get changed, honey? We'll show you around the house."
You nodded, standing up. You went back to your room, closing the door behind you. You looked around, trying to find your clothes. You opened the wardrobe, and your eyes widened.
Inside were clothes. But not your clothes. They were... childlike. Dresses, shorts, overalls... you could tell they planned some kind of kidnapping in advance, since there were so many options to choose from, from masculine and androgynous to feminine outfits.
You felt a mix of anger and fear. They really were serious about this. They were going to treat you like a child.
You grabbed the least childish outfit you could find, a simple pair of pants and a shirt, and quickly changed. You opened the door and walked back downstairs.
Adeline and Waylon were waiting for you, smiling.
"There you are," Adeline cooed. "Don't you look nice?"
You didn't respond, just crossed your arms over your chest.
They showed you around the house. It was a nice place, with a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. There was also a basement, but they didn't show you that.
The tour ended in the backyard, which was spacious and had a garden. There was also a small barn, which you assumed housed the horses.
As you walked around, you couldn't help but notice how they kept a close eye on you. They were always within arm's reach, as if they were afraid you'd run off.
You considered it. You could make a break for it, try to lose them in the woods. But you didn't know the area, and you were sure they'd catch you. Maybe later you could snag a horse and ride back to town... or wherever there was civilization, at least.
For now, you played along. You let them show you around, nodding and humming in response to their comments. You didn't want to cause trouble, not yet.
After the tour, Adeline suggested you all sit down for a bit. She led you to a rocking chair on the porch, sitting you down. Waylon sat next to you, and Adeline sat on your other side.
You felt like a child, sandwiched between them. You didn't like it.
Adeline took your hand, holding it in hers. "You must have so many questions, sweetie. Why don't you ask us anything you want?"
You hesitated. You did have questions, but you weren't sure if you wanted to hear the answers. Still, you figured you might as well.
"Why me?" you asked quietly.
Waylon sighed. "Well, we've been looking for a kid for a while. We've been to orphanages, talked to folks, but no luck. Then we happened upon your town, and saw you. All alone, no one to look after you. It just... felt right."
"You don't know anything about me," you pointed out.
"We know enough," Adeline said. "We know you're a good person, a sweet person. And we know you need someone to take care of you."
You frowned. "I can take care of myself."
"Not as well as we can," Waylon argued. "You were living in that little town, working yourself to the bone. That's no way for a kid to live."
It was no use to even correct him, so you decided to not even bother. You changed the subject instead. "What do you do? For a living, I mean."
They shared a look, and you had a feeling you knew what the answer was.
"We... well, we're outlaws," Adeline admitted. "We've been robbing trains, banks, that sort of thing. But don't worry, we don't hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. We only take from the corrupt."
You felt a bit sick. You were living with criminals. But then again, you didn't have much of a choice. "You're not going to make me... help, are you?" you asked nervously.
Waylon almost seemed offended. "Course not! We'd never put you in danger. We're not gonna get our kid involved in that. You're gonna stay here, safe and sound."
That was somewhat reassuring, at least. But you still didn't want to be here. You wanted to go home. "What if... what if someone comes looking for me? It's a small town, they'll know I'm gone."
Adeline smiled. "No one's taking you away from us, baby. Don't you worry about that."
Her tone sent a chill down your spine. It was so sweet, yet so menacing.
...
The next few days went by in a blur. You were kept in the house, with Adeline and Waylon always around. They fussed over you, making sure you ate, slept, and bathed. They treated you like a child, and you hated it. But you played along, biding your time.
You had to admit, they weren't horrible. They were actually quite nice, even if it got on your nerves. They were affectionate, always hugging you or patting your head. They talked to you, read to you, played games with you. It was like they were trying to make up for lost time, like they really thought they were your parents.
You found yourself getting attached, despite your best efforts. You didn't want to like them, but it was hard not to. They were so... loving. And you had been so lonely before. Maybe this wasn't so bad, you thought. Maybe you could get used to this.
But then you'd remember that you were a captive, that you were being forced into this role, and you'd feel guilty and angry all over again.
Waylon was so sweet, too. You hadn't expected it, but he was just as affectionate as his wife; if not more so. He was always picking you up, carrying you around, bouncing you on his knee. He'd tickle you, play fight with you, and tell you stories.
They weren't like the traditional couple either, all crime aside. Adeline was the one who was more in control, the one who made the decisions. Waylon followed her lead, though he wasn't afraid to speak his mind.
Waylon cooked and cleaned just as much as Adeline did. They didn't have the stereotypical gender roles that you were used to seeing.
It was all so confusing. They were even affectionate with each other in front of you. They'd kiss, cuddle, and flirt with each other, not minding that you were there. In your town, couples that seemed like they genuinely loved each other was rare.
You were starting to understand why they were so desperate for a child. They had so much love to give, and no one but each other to give it to.
But that didn't excuse what they did.
One night, you were in bed, trying to sleep. You couldn't, though. Your mind was racing.
You thought about your life before, and how different it was now. You thought about your friends, your job, your home. You missed it all. You missed your freedom.
You also thought about Adeline and Waylon. You were starting to care for them, and that scared you. You didn't want to become as delusional as they were.
You knew you had to leave. You had to escape, before it was too late.
You quietly got out of bed, tiptoeing to the door. You opened it, peeking out. The house was dark and silent. They must be asleep.
You crept down the hall, down the stairs, and to the front door. Locked, of course.
That's when you remembered; Waylon always kept the key with him. There was no way you could get it without waking him up.
But maybe it was worth the risk.
You snuck to their room, quietly opening the door. You could hear them breathing, see their outlines in the moonlight. You carefully made your way to the nightstand, feeling around for the key.
And you found it. You grabbed it, shoving it in your pocket, but just as you were about to leave, you could hear Waylon stirring.
"Kiddo?" he grunted.
You quickly turned around, thinking as fast as you could. "H-hey, Papa... I had a nightmare," you managed to say in a trembling voice. You didn't mean to deliver it like that, but it helped.
Waylon's expression softened. He held his arms out for you. "C'mere, darlin'."
You hesitated for a moment before walking over and climbing into the bed. You decided the best way to get out of this was for him to pity you more, enough to not ask more questions. As he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, you sniffled.
"Aw, no, don't cry. S'alright," he shushed, rocking you gently. "It was just a dream."
Adeline stirred, sitting up. She rubbed her eyes, looking at you. "Is everything okay?"
Waylon nodded. "Nightmare."
She cooed, reaching out and stroking your hair. "Poor thing. Want me to get you a glass of water?"
You shook your head, burying your face in Waylon's chest. You couldn't believe what you were doing. You were manipulating them. But it was for your own good. You needed to get away.
Adeline laid back down, cuddling up to you and Waylon. "Just go back to sleep, sweetie. We're right here."
You closed your eyes, pretending to drift off. But inside, your mind was working a mile a minute. You needed to wait until they were asleep again, then you could make a break for it.
It felt like hours before they were both snoring softly. You carefully untangled yourself from their arms, sliding out of the bed. You patted your pocket to make sure the key was still there before quietly leaving the room.
You hurried down the stairs, unlocking the door and opening it as quietly as you could. You stepped outside, closing the door behind you.
You took a deep breath of the fresh air. You were free.
You ran to the barn, opening it and grabbing the first horse you saw. You didn't care which one, you just needed to get out of there.
It was Azur, Adeline's favorite horse. You felt a bit guilty taking her, but you had no time to waste. You quickly saddled her, getting on her back and leading her out of the barn.
You didn't look back as you rode away, into the night.
...
You rode for hours, not stopping until the sun started to rise. You were exhausted, but you couldn't stop. You needed to put as much distance between you and them as possible.
You had no idea where you were going, but you hoped you'd find a town soon. You needed help, someone to call the authorities or at least give you directions to your town.
You just hoped Adeline and Waylon wouldn't come after you. They were outlaws, after all. They could easily track you down.
You kept riding, trying to stay focused. You couldn't let your guard down.
By midday, you were starting to get desperate. You were tired, hungry, and thirsty. You hadn't seen any signs of civilization, just endless fields and forests. You were lost.
You spotted a lake up ahead, and you decided to stop there. You needed to rest, to get some water. You dismounted, leading Azur to the water. You let her drink while you knelt down, cupping your hands and drinking the water. It wasn't the cleanest, but it was better than nothing.
You sat down on the grass, leaning against a tree. You closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath. You needed to come up with a plan. You couldn't just keep riding aimlessly.
As you were thinking, you heard the sound of hooves. Your eyes snapped open, and you saw a horse approaching. No, not just one. Two.
Your heart sank as you recognized the horses. Waylon's and Adeline's.
They had found you.
You didn't have time to hop on Azur and ride away, so you settled for hiding. You scurried behind a large bush, hoping they wouldn't see you.
You heard them stop, their voices carrying in the quiet.
"Where are they?" Adeline's voice was frantic.
Waylon's was calmer, but still tinged with concern and anger. "They have to be around here somewhere. Azur's here, so they can't be far."
You held your breath, trying to stay as still as possible.
Waylon was getting closer. You could see him through the leaves, looking around. His eyes scanned the area, and you feared he'd spot you at any moment.
But then he stopped, his gaze settling on the ground. You followed his line of sight, and your blood ran cold.
Your footprints. You had left footprints in the mud.
Waylon's jaw clenched, his expression hardening. He followed the trail, right to your hiding spot.
Just as you hopped to your feet in an attempt to run, his hand shot out, grabbing your arm. He yanked you towards him, his grip tight.
"Gotcha," he growled.
Adeline was there in an instant, her eyes wide with relief and anger. "Oh, thank God. We were so worried about you!"
You struggled, trying to break free from Waylon's grip. "Let go of me!"
He didn't budge. "Not a chance. What the hell were you thinkin', runnin' off like that?" He was angry, but there was a hint of hurt in his voice.
"You're crazy!" you cried. "You're not my parents! You can't keep me here!"
Adeline looked shocked, her hand flying to her chest. "How can you say that? After everything we've done for you? We love you!"
"You kidnapped me!" you argued, still trying to pull away.
Waylon sighed, his grip loosening slightly. "We didn't kidnap you. We rescued you. You were in a bad situation, and we made it better."
"I didn't ask for that!" you shouted. "I was fine on my own!"
"No, you weren't," Adeline insisted, stepping closer. She cupped your face, her eyes pleading. "You were lonely, overworked, and unhappy. We could see that. We just wanted to help you."
You yanked away from the both of them and fell to the muddy ground in the process. You were breathing heavily, your emotions all over the place. You didn't know what to do, what to say.
Adeline crouched down, reaching out to touch your shoulder. You flinched away.
"Please, honey," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Don't do this. Don't push us away. We need you. We love you."
Tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't want to hurt them. You didn't want to see them like this. But you also didn't want to stay.
Waylon knelt down as well, his expression softening. "Look, kid. We know this is a lot to take in. But we're not gonna give up on you. You're our baby, and we're gonna take care of you, whether you like it or not."
There was no running. You knew that. Even if it was worth your pride, maybe voluntarily going back would make things easier.
"What'll my punishment be?" you muttered in defeat.
Adeline smiled sadly. "No punishment. We'll be keeping a closer eye on you, and locking your room at night until you can earn our trust again, but... that's not a punishment. It's to keep you safe."
You looked at them, seeing the sincerity in their eyes. They really believed what they were saying.
With a sigh, you took Adeline's offered hand.
"That's our baby," she cooed, pulling you into a hug. Waylon joined in. You felt so snug with both of them holding you.
Waylon sighed. "Let's go home."
...
Back at the house, they sat you down at the table, making you a plate of food. They watched you eat, not saying anything. You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn't look up.
When you were done, Adeline took your plate and put it in the sink, while Waylon led you to the bathroom, stopping at the door.
"Can you be trusted to be left on your own?" His voice became stern.
You looked up at him, biting your lip. You nodded. "I won't run. I promise."
He studied you for a moment before nodding. "Alright. But if I find out you're lyin' to me, there'll be consequences. After you're done, meet us in the livin' room."
He walked away, leaving you to take care of your business. You washed up, splashing some water on your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, seeing the exhaustion and uncertainty in your eyes.
After bathing, you walked to the living room, finding Adeline and Waylon sitting on the couch. They patted the space between them, motioning for you to sit.
You hesitated, but ultimately complied. You sat down, keeping your eyes on your lap.
Waylon cleared his throat. "We need to talk."
You nodded, not looking up.
"We're not mad at you," Adeline began, her voice gentle. "We understand that this is all new and scary for you. But you have to understand that we're doing this for your own good."
"You can't just run off like that," Waylon added. "It's dangerous out there. You could've gotten hurt, or worse. We were terrified."
You didn't feel necessarily guilty, but you didn't feel any satisfaction over their panic, either. "I'm sorry," you responded anyway.
Adeline reached out, taking your hand. "It's okay, sweetie. We forgive you. But you have to promise us you won't do it again."
You looked at her, then at Waylon. They were both waiting for your answer. You knew you had no choice.
"...I promise," you said quietly.
Waylon gave you a small smile, ruffling your hair. "That's what I like to hear."
Adeline squeezed your hand. "We love you, baby. More than anything. We just want you to be happy and safe." She kissed the side of your head, her lips lingering. "You're our whole world."
Once again, you were crying. You didn't mean to, but everything was so overwhelming. The emotions, the situation, the sheer absurdity of it all. You covered your face with your hands, trying to hide your tears.
This time, Waylon pulled you into his lap. He held you close, rocking you gently. "Hey, it's alright. Let it out. Papa's gotcha."
Adeline rubbed your back, cooing softly. "Shh, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay."
"Boss." Artemis looked over to see her second in command standing there. The woman looked exhausted, her hair in a messy ponytail and her glasses skewed. "Where have you been?"
"About that! Y/N, this is Grace, my assistant!" She said, showing you to the woman. "Grace, look!"
Grace blinked. Once. Twice. "Boss. That is a child."
"I know, aren't they just the sweetest?!" Artemis gushed, picking you up. "I would've taken more time off but you said there was that meeting today I just had to be here for."
"So... you decided to bring a child to the meeting you're about to have with a weapons dealer...?"
"Oh, they won't mind. They're so darling, they won't even notice." She laughed, not noticing as your eyes were wide as you observed everything you could from your higher vantage point in her arms.
"I think they may be noticing more than you think..." She grimaced, attempting to push her glasses back to their normal place only for them to slide right back down her nose.
"Oh, my sweetheart is just the smartest! Aren't you, lovely?" Artemis cooed, looking down at you in her arms. "I'm going to be in my office! Send up the dealer whenever they arrive, kay?"
"But Boss-?" She was already gone, taking you with her.
Her office was nice and classic looking with a lot of dark oak and red. You picked up some of the papers on her desk, scanning the words before passing them to her when you saw Grace had highlighted where they needed her signature.
She signed them without looking, seeming delighted that you were trying to help her. So you just kept going, passing her paper after paper. There was a knock on her door as you passed her one and she signed it without looking, calling for the person to come in. It was Grace, along with a shady-looking man.
You took the paper she'd just signed and walked over to Grace, handing it to her. It was a request for two weeks off she'd put in, knowing it would likely never get seen or approved. She raised an eyebrow, as she saw the signature, looking down at you as you smiled up at her.
I love your latest fic!!!!! The idea of an warewolf thats also an eldrich being is genuinely so cool!!! I love the little detail that, the transdormation was slow and almost eerie!! Your writing is super good :D!
AHHHH thank youu so much, that bit actually took so much longer to write, I kept rewriting and rewording everything :') but I'm thrilled that you seem to enjoy it!!! :D
Hi! Not sure if you're taking requests yet, but if you are, can I request a platonic yandere little red riding hood? Maybe reader is little red riding hood, and the wolf mistakes them for a cub? Love ur work!!
hello!! I'm soooo sorry if this took a while!! I took a little bit more of a twist to it :) hope you enjoy!!
platonic eldritch shapeshifter werewolf x gn red riding hood reader
warnings: mentions of decapitations and mauling
Could the universe take upon itself to be kind, so that you could get a damn break from the mess that is your life
The forest isn't a forgiving place, but your father needs you to bring pastries for your grandmother whom you didn't even know existed before he made you do the errand. Despite the lack of knowledge of the deep woods you couldn't bring yourself to say no.
-
The wind is loud and leaves continue to sway side to side, Dane Mahso sensed a presence that had awoken him moments prior. not many dare to enter the woods and those who did dare, never got to live long enough to tell the story.
So, what surprises could be in his woods today?
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The sun is starting to set. and so far in your adventures you've found no cabin, no sweet kind grandmother, no warm fireplace. just cold wind against your skin and chirping of birds. as much as you don’t wanna admit it, you were lost.
Fear creeps in under your skin, you've felt you were being followed for a while but in utter fear you can't bring yourself to investigate to see if the feeling was true. dear everything good you can only hope it wasn't.
rustle…
rustle…
rustle…
there was something in the bushes in front of you, it shook and shook and you can ignore it. hope it was a squirrel or argue you were finally losing it.
yip!
a hare scurried out, its huge. bigger than any hare you've ever seen. But you can't help but feel a breath you were holding escapes you, kneeling down to the hare height you let out your free arm to let it sniff you. an offering for peace of some kind.
“Hey buddy, know where we are?” it simply nudged your offering hand in response. you notice his ears propping up a little as he sniffed the air and suddenly locking his gaze upon you other arm holding a basket with deliciously smelling pastries
“hungry huh?” and just as you ask you feel your own stomach grumbling “well, it’ll make both of us.” you gruffed.
sitting down in front of the hare you set down your basket, the hare in its curiosity approached the basket sniffing furiously. huffing you open the basket, you pull out a muffin.
“i hope grandma wouldn't mind if we take a few,” you say as you threw half a muffin toward the hare, “i think its blueberry.” after a few hesitating sniffs it starts to eat the offering you made.
After filling your bellies with pastries with your new friend, time continues on as night time approaches. and concern grows as you continue to trudge on. The hare left soon after it felt full.
Although you felt disappointed as the hare left, you can't truly blame it. maybe it has its own cubs to return to.
-
It's a child, oh dear what is he saying, it's a cub! a little thing in his forest, he has been alone, oh all alone for far too long and the stars finally blessed him.
Dane returned to his natural shape of a werewolf. He's happy to see you were kind to him in his hare shape. adding to his excitement but he knew you wouldn't come to him, not willingly at least.
then he remembers a mention of a grandmother
-
you kicked a random pebble on the ground. contemplating on the series of events that brought you here. You knew your luck has never been much, But at this point it's starting to feel personal
going back to town now feels a little too late. and even if you want to, you can't seem to remember where you came from and the supposed way to your grandmother's house might still be far, or just doesn't exist. who knows at this point.
but that's when you hear it.
“dear? is that you?”
lifting your head upwards you see a silhouette of a short elderly woman cloth covering her body except her face, she's ever so slowly walking towards you with her arms out calling out to you.
a relief smile creeps on your face as you run towards her, throwing yourself into the warmth of her arms. a few tears falls down your face
“oh granny you dont know how relieved i am… it- it was getting dark a- and i-” her gloved covered hand rub your back in comforting circles while shushing you
“i know dearie, oh i know.. what a brave little one you are, so brave,” her hands were mostly covered by cloth but you can't help but feel something sharp almost like her fingernails were claws beneath those gloves. but your train of thought was interrupted as she moved and held your hands instead.
“you must be so tired dear… my cabin is still quite far, but i hope my company will make your journey less lonely now” and with that sincere smile and soft voice, you can feel all guards fall as you hold your alleged grandmother hand tightly.
“ohh dear may i ask..?” she asks as she leads you to the assumed way of her cabin.
“Yes, grandmother?” you answer her, as you look at her you notice her eyes seem to be much redder.
“May I have your name? in my old age my memories fail me much more than i like it to…” her voice is pitiful as she brings her other hand to sandwich your hand in between hers, rubbing gently over your fingers.
“Oh, yes of course my names (y/n),” you feel so comforted by her presence but despite that you haven't forgotten how it felt thinking you were lost in the woods forever “grandmother if its not out of line, why do you live in the woods? so far away too.”
“Nature isn’t something to run away from love, we were born in these dirt and we’ll return to it one day” she says as she smiles at you, and continues "I guess living here feels just so natural to me,being close to the dirt and skies that made me brings me comfort.”
She breaks eye contact and a far away look forms in her face “although awfully lonely sometimes.” It's a pity sight really. and you can't help but feel bad for this elder.
the both of you continue to walk further into the woods, the deeper you go the trees seem to tower more and more, until the point the sky cannot be seen from all the leaves and branches covering the skies
“granny… are we there yet?” you ask as you look around you, the ground is getting more rocky, more mossy and rough.
“Patience precious, we’ll be there soon.” her voice is gruffer than it was a few minutes ago, you halted your feet and take a proper look at this elderly woman again. her presence felt different. as if transforming.
she continued to take a few steps even when you stopped, she halted herself suddenly still within view as you simply stared at her figure. “Is something wrong dear?” she asked as she looked back at you with a smile.
her teeth look sharp, has it always been that sharp?
something is wrong, your ears are ringing and every ounce in your body is screaming at you to run. to do something. The elderly woman is becoming more and more eerie, more inhuman the more you stare.
she takes a step towards you. “dont be scared now… I don't bite." Her face is distorting itself into a snout, her arms are growing fur and growing at a rapid pace, the pace of her transformation continues to grow until who knows what she will become and you sure as hell aren't gonna find out as your feet take haste running in the opposite direction.
your red hood lies at the back of your neck freeing your hair to fly as you run, you hear the voices of your grandmother—no, Thing as it follows you, you weren't gonna outrun this thing. with a quick swift change of directions you hide but just as you try to throw yourself into a bush a quick bite takes hold of your leg. dragging you towards itself.
your fists connect to its body hoping to do any kind of damage, now as you properly see its final form you realise you've been taken for a fool by this thing that disguises itself as innocent, a wolf in sheep clothing.
It releases its hold on your leg replacing it with its paws keeping you pinned to the ground, its mouth is open, saliva is forming and snarls can be heard beside your ears as it gets closer to the side of your head. you close your eyes, readying yourself to feel the disconnection of your head from your body.
but it never came.
with a swift bite, it instead grabbed hold of the back of your hood instead, lifting you from the ground. The scene made it look like it was carrying you as if you were a rowdy kitten. It even huffed when it felt comfortable with you in its mouth as if disappointed by your actions, you closed your eyes and can only hope by the time you open them you had died a painless one.
AHHH ok, so I actually used word for this one, and yes for the last 2 of my work had been just written right here on Tumblr RAW. which did not take long before I realised it was really hard lol
I made this blog for the purpose of indulging in my guilty pleasure and practice my writing so any kind of advice and tips are welcome always :)
but also any kind of mistakes and fast pacing are also my sincerest apology :(
Hope you enjoyed it and put your thoughts in the comments or give me more asks!! I love that you guys are loving these silly lil blog :D
cw/tw : reader is religious and a sacrifice they get kinda hurt self deprecation violent imagery and talk of death canon divergent ooc + headcanons
bound like the lamb.
the position's significance rings forth instantly as shy eyes flutter open.
laid on its side, the lamb is bound hoof and calf. neck outstretched, ready for the butchers knife, ready for the wolfs bite, passive and plump.
he, the lamb gives itself readily to the pack of wolves for his spilt blood to rectify the sins of the world.
he, who lays down before the wolf and encourages the snapping of its jaws.
the crown of thrones he that once wore too are another jab, wrung around the lambs neck.
yet not a drop of blood has been spilled yet.
laid upon an unholy altar, an unworthy sacrifice, bound, exposed, nearly nude. the slab nor the lamb, not nearly as pure as the cross once carried by the son.
you wonder, unhelpfully so, how many other lambs have bled here? are you cruel, selfish in wishing it was your savior's blood that stain?
you are, arent you? unworthy to even be laid at this ungodly sight, cracked with crumbled edges. were the others before you equally unworthy or did their capturers get incantations wrong or maybe its simply weathered away from unuse? you doubt you shall ever know.
prayer would be wise at this moment of calm, before the storm arrives. the wind whips and howls, calling for weather this side of the valley hasnt seen in a millennium. never once in your years have you heard the sky so angry, not here in these terrible deserts.
could you be selfish enough to wish the storm is god's hand descending to save you or should you burn the thought at the stake like so many others?
you are unworthy of the fathers hand, unworthy to be a sacrifice, unworthy of heavens blissful embrace once you finally spill forward, gushing from the neck. perhaps you shouldn't pray, in fear the lord may pity you and allow your sinful hoof set foot upon his holy land.
youll deserve the eternal torment you are destined to.
a great rumbling is what finally pulls you from your plagued thoughts, the earth growling as if splitting open, ready to devour the altar and you with it, whole.
instead of a monstrous mouth roaring open to drag you to its depths or a loving hand descending from the clouds, two grand doors plunge open, mean wind rushing forward threatening to lift and throw your bound body, trying to take your dress and wool with, though it is not successful.
the eternal darkness looming behind the doors doesn't stay for long, fires whoosh to life on each torch and candle as if the looming presence forces them to light. and soon you can see him, a giant of a cookie, a behemoth having to lean to the side to not hit his head, even those huge doors are too small for him.
suddenly praying is the only thing your mind can think up, you miss your rosary. he looks cruel, a grin that is truly all teeth, eyes that promise pain and a body that can truly deliver it.
and you, a lamb who is truly all but paralyzed in their spot and even if they could move, try to run to escape, hooves remain tied together like a roast with no hope to escape or hide. what good will prayer do you in this moment?! you have to act yourself!
but you cant, hes only getting closer and you cant move, your limbs are full of the heaviest metal, weak in the joints and terribly shaky. eyes wide as plates and mouth slightly agap, trying to intake as much air as you can and theres not enough, your chest feels too tight.
you know who he is the moment you caught sight of that cursed soul jam, glaring proudly from his chest. its the dessert folks god, the horrifying beast, burning spice cookie.
you're to be sacrificed to a beast. will that count as worshipping a false idol if you don't want to be?
his head tips to the side as he grows closer, dough against the sugar stone, hes heavy and he doesnt hide it in his steps. that grin of his slips to a more curious expression.
you aren't what he imagined, so young.. you aren't meant to be a sacrifice, are you?
"..an...heir..?.."
"how curious.." the huge cookie hums, every word sounds deep from his chest. he steps a little closer, just enough to lift your face up by the hook of his finger, to better examine you. it only makes him more aware of your shaking, that terrified gleam in your eye, on another person it would be thrilling to the bovine cookie but for some reason, it looks odd on a lamb so young.
"are the mala really so afraid i may disappear once more?" a huff that rolls out like thunder, "how insolent." his mood rolls right back though, a chuckle before hearty laughs, "perhaps they deserve punishment for doubting me so..." such joy almost looks odd on a cookie so cruel. surely he must be the devil, mayhaps this is why your fellows fear lucifer so reverently.
no. it can't be. you mus'nt think so awfully of your neighbor. you should repent. maybe you deserve the pain he will surely inflict upon you.
his laughs subside and he bends over more, closer. "are you even worth my time little lamb?" you dont know how to answer, you cant. your mouth just gaps stupidly, but apparently your body knows better than your mind, and a strangled noise makes its way up your throat, you hardly hear it, only understanding as he laughs again!
and faster than your jittery mind can process, he yanks the ropes binding your hooves and they split open without hesitation. and your body moves before you can think, springing up to the farthest edge of the slab. and he lets you.
you only keep going, fearing such leniency is sparse. your eyes staying locked on to his like a lamb watching a wolf emerge into their clearing from the darkness of the woods surrounding. thank the lord its just one dog. you move slow but jerky, shaky, crawling down from the altar, not daring to break eye contact. searching his, for fear hell pounce and snap your neck in one move. you make it, hooves against graham cracker tile, trembling knees, holding an arm out as if a brace keeping him in spot, hoping itll work on this wolf as it does on strays, hoping to keep him away longer too with the false closeness, taking slow steps back.
that is, until your hoof misses the downstep of stairs you didnt know about and your body hits the bottom like a bag of bricks. your head hits fast and hard, and a terrible noise is yanked from your chest, something like ghhak or khhrk, the wind blown out of you, but you cant dwell on it for long. as the beasts chest bursts forward with haughty laughter, looking down at you from the top step, "ha! if you are not a suitable heir, you shall be a clown!" but the laughter dies out slowly and a grimace takes its place as memories fill his head, he talks lower, more to himself but you can still hear the words, "urgh remembering that distasteful jester, maybe not."
you only have enough strength to will the black spots from your vision as you lay there. but you're drawn back by a grunt and a step down and you kick yourself up but putting weight on your left hoof, pain blooms and grows rapidly up ankle to knee. how does such a small fall wreck you so terribly? its disgusting.
even a beast, uncaring as he, notices it, that damn limp and the sway you cant do anything to help. boastful about your ability to push through, "you are strong! wonderful! i am looking forward to this!" he keeps down the stairs and you actually look away this time, glancing around for an escape. only for your eyes to be met with awful horrible halls and halls of red baked corridors. that was your first mistake. hes a lot faster than you expect, before you can make a descion, strong hands take your shoulders forcing you to stop trying to run, holding you in place.
"smart and resilient, i wonder how you compare on the battlefeild!" this seems more like an insult than a genuine thought with how he grins down at you. you look even smaller like this, his hands are as big as your skull and hes almost double your height and width, looking up at him with those big puppy eyes like a stray begging to not be put down. a sad pathetic mutt practically begging for care and despite you not actually asking for it, despite you probably wishing for a quick snap of the neck or maybe even the mercy of freedom, he wont grant either.
have you guys ever forgot something soooo important that even when you are forgiven for forgetting you still wish to bash your head repeatedly. yeah, yeah... how do I make it stop?????
💫 A twist to the goldilocks and the three bears!! with gn reader!
warning: kidnapping, Raids, Death, swearing, and forced adoption
part 2
"oh philip dear, I just wish you wouldn't have been so violent!" chided mother bear.
"well wouldn't had needed to be if those pesky little humans had just minded their own business!" father bear gruffed as he fussed with the bit of blood on his clothes.
"well then, you could atleast be more careful about it, look at you now. It's all over your nice shirt!"
"oh ester don't be so daft now, it's just a shirt." chuckled father bear as he lean in to kiss his wife cheek
"ughhhhh, can't you do this at home?" whined their child
"oh hush now Bernard," Ester huffed as she ruffled his head "we'll be home in a jiffy!"
as the bear family see their house in the distance they took notice of the half opened front door.
"well well well, do we have ourselves a visitor?" questioned philip as he look to his wife.
"hmm might be my sister again," she sighs "I told her a million times to close the blummin door properly."
"aunt Milly's here?" yelped Bernard excitedly as he starts running towards the house. the chuckles of both his parents follow him but he didn't care, aunt milly always brought him something special from her travels.
as bernard enter his home he sees no sign of his aunt. what he did see however was a pair of small human shoes sat neatly in the front door.
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fuck fuck fuck fuck
you hid under the bed as you hear the home owners walking through the house, the thumping and random conversations fills the house.
the door to the bedroom eventually creaks open, you held your breath and kept your eyes shut as you hear footsteps getting closer and closer.
you took a peak when the footsteps came to a halt. that's when you are met with a pair of glowing eyes and a snout.
both of you screamed
-
when Ester and Philip heard screaming out of their house, both wasted no time to run in and check on their child.
as they rush into baby bear room it was quite the sight. Bernard was on the ground pointing to beneath his bed with terror in his eyes.
"mother! there's a blummin human under my bed!"
-
this is it, it's how your story ends being mauled and eaten for supper by bears. you couldn't ask for more really.
"owh it's just a little thing Berny." and that's when you were dragged out under the bed by your left foot.
-
"awhh look at them, just a little thing yeah?" ester gets closer to her husband and held her arms out to carry you.
"oh dear me! look how sweet!" mother bear gushed as she cradle you in her arms.
father bear eyes soften at the scene, he then felt his son hugging his legs tightly using his father as some kind of shield.
"It's alright Bernie," father bear ruffled his head "the thing is just a baby, a little thing really." Philip bends down to hold his son on his hip with one arm.
"look Bernie" Philip pointed at you in his wife's arms "not so scary are they? hm?" said Philip as he pressed a kiss to the side of his child head.
"owh yes dearie they're just kiddie, unlike those horrible men on horses you saw earlier Bernard." said Ester as she stepped closer to her husband to nuzzle her head to her son's comfortingly.
"well I guess your right," Bernard fidgeted with his shirt "but why are they here? where's their parents?"
"good question son." Philip looked at his wife expectedly.
"ooh well it looks like they'll just have to stay with us. don't you darling?" she nuzzled your nose. Philip just shook his head fondly at his wife antics, she has been having quite the baby fever after his brother just had a baby.
You couldn't help but just stare in shock during all the commotion as they manhandle you. what the hell were you supposed to do?? say your not a child and risk being mauled? run off from 2 huge bears? tell them your not up for grabs??
even with those thoughts running through you, you can't help but have a feel of comfort. being held by a maternal figure felt nice after holding your own dead mother. you sighed and relaxed into her hold as the whole day's event finally catches up to you. you'll just escape in the next morning after you're rested up...
note: AHHHH SORRYYYY IF THIS TAKESSS LONGER THAN EXPECTED!!! omgoshhh I rewritten this like a million times already ughhhh!!!! it's not the best and still rough around the edges argghhhh, anyway! tell me your thoughts!
warning: kidnapping, Raids, Death, swearing, and forced adoption
Part 1
Fire
It was everywhere, screams echos through the town as arrows fly. blood staining the once pure white snow, children crying and, oh, so were you, as you cradle onto your mother's body or atleast what's left of it from the fire. your father whom fought against the soldiers has too fallen.
The soldiers from the neighboring kingdom continue to pillage your town, you can see your friends being tied and shot, some were fed to the werewolves.
You've always have been a coward
those words echos through your head as you press a tender kiss on your mother's forehead mummering useless apologies. she would want this, she would have wanted you to survive, to live.
You can still hear the sound of her skull hitting the snow, and the yells of soldiers when you ran
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You would think the hard part was over, leaving your friends and family to suffer were no easy feat. but trudging through the thick snow now with no food or any kind of proper attire for the weather is getting to you. you can feel your feet swelling.
It makes you wish you had just died with the rest.
as that thought pass your mind you couldn't help but look back, you've traveled miles away from the town already but the light caused by the fire and the smoke makes sure you know what you've abandoned.
And you continue to stare, it was almost like it was all coming back to you again. It was almost like you can still hear the sound of horses and soldiers getting closer and closer and closer....
oh
oh
"There's one here!" well fuck your in real deep shit now.
You ran again ignoring the painful throbbing at your legs, it is when you had spot a nearby forest, did the sounds of the yelling soldiers and trudging horses gets weaker as you continue to run into the forest. you didn't stop until you fully know you've lost them.
You were hungry, you were tired, you can still feel adrenaline rushing through you as you sat down beneath a tree. Finally taking a breather you were able to see what you had in your pockets,
2 copper coins and a piece of candy
great.
you pop the candy in your mouth, atleast it's cherry flavored..
after a while of contemplating you've eventually decided to continue walking through the strange forest. and that's when you see it, a cabin in the distance.
as you continue to approach the cabin, it was a big cabin a lot bigger than you thought. you took a peak into the window and see a table with three chairs two of them were enormous while the other one was a lot smaller
well, that's odd..
as you finally approach the door, you gave 3 knocks.
no one answered.
"Hello? is anyone home?" you raise your voice a little, it was quite odd. the lights are on and yet no body was home..
oh fuck it you just want to go to bed at this point.
you reach for the door handle, it was higher than the ones your used to. as the door creaked open you are greeted with warmth. a sense of relief wash over you.
you took off your shoes and leave them at the front door, just for a bit.. they wouldn't even know I was ever here in the first place, you tell yourself. a good part of you knew it was a lie, but it's better to apologize rather than asking for permissions anyway.
now as you approach the same table you saw outside, you see more clearly now there were 3 bowls of porrige atop. your stomach grumbles at the sight.
you climb onto the smallest chair and you still had to stand in order to see the top of the table, the bowl set in front of you looks warm, you didn't think twice to gobble it up in an small amount of time. it tasted great maybe it was your hunger talking but it tasted just right.
with a full satisfied belly, you felt a bit bad for eating some one else's food. you fished out your last two copper coins and placed them in the empty bowl, hoping it was enough.
dropping down from the chair, you didn't want to be more of a bother as you already been, as you prepare to leave. your eye catches a slightly open door in the hallway, shamefully curiosity got the best of you. you walked through the hallway and took a peak.
it was a child's room, filled to the brim with toys and stuffed animals alike. it was.. comforting, you took a step forward but that's when you hear it. the front door creaking open.
fuck, they were back.
note: AHHHHHH omgoshh this was soooo rushed lolll, sorry bout that guyssss, I'll continue part 2 in the morning cuz right now it's like- midnight for me. I just Haddd to get this idea out of my brain, ughhh I just wish I could do this more justice!!! I'll fix some of the stuff in the future but please guys tell me what you think!
