Hi hi, I saw your post and wanted to know if you could write Idv Fanfic Edgar x reader (yan Edgar? perchance? :3)
warnings : toxic?? sharp object mention implied sh
synopsis :
yan!edgar uses his and your blood to paint
(consensual and aftercare)
idk if this is yandere or not
"quiet," a soft reminder as his expression turned grim "i don't need a pallete who whines and complains." he smiled cruelly while adding delicate strokes to his painting.
then when he went to dab his paintbrush into the crimson paint you winced in pain
"looks like i need more paint." edgars gazed softened into your eyes as he shifts his attention from the painting to you.
"are you still okay with this?" edgars hand caressed your battered up thigh as his expression shifted to that of a cruel hearted painter to your attentive and caring (s/o term).
you nod bashfully as he snaps back
"i need a yes or a no, my muse."
"y-yes" you barely mutter out as the cold blade makes incisions on your upper thigh as your blood seeps out.
"you know why im doing this, right my love?" edgar swabbed his fresh paint onto the canvas as you try to recall.
you were assigned to watch memory for a few hours with ( other survivor of your choice ), you two were actually enjoying the time spent together with memory.
"and THIS is my drawing of you!!"
memory held a slightly crumpled paper in the air with messy crayon strokes.
"ITS FANTASTIC!!" your companion yelled applauding the art as you watched nodding your head.
a pair of other guests in the manor giggled to themselves
"wow, id bet they'd make a cute couple"
" i know right!"
you nearly cringed at their words but in an attempt not to come off as disrespectful you didn't say anything.
edgar was observing the whole thing play out before glaring at you
"yeah, the cutest couple in the whooole manor.." he added mockingly but the pair didn't seem to notice his tone.
"a painting that encapsulates our souls as one.." he was focusing on his painting before you yawned edgar realized then it was probably way past bedtime
"some paintings are better left unfinished right? it leaves more to the imagination." he set aside his materials rolled down his sleeve and covered the canvas in a cover before facing you "i didn't go too far right?" he chuckled to himself grabbing a medkit
he dabbed a cotton ball with sterilizing liquid and cleaned your wounds kissing each one then putting on a bandaid as if sealing it, as he placed the last one he rested his head on your thigh
"what about yours?" you tangled your fingers in his hair loosening his ponytail
he muffled something into your thigh before admitting
"ive learned to deal with it" your expression softened as you gently grabbed his hand, you repeated the process of sterilizing, kissing and sealing it up and he laughed once more before whispering in a hushed tone
"i love us."
as you fall asleep in each other's arms.
this was kinda lazy.. uh requests are still open :3
