Could you do yandere crk beasts x fem reader who's like nakime from demon slayer (biwa powers, creating the infinity fortress, etc.)
Bear with me with the title. Also iām keeping the reader gender neutral if that is alright šš
When the beasts had descended upon Earthbread, the witches granted them a common sanctuary. A moving fortress that could be controlled with a strum of a biwa, alongside the fortress a cookie sat inside as its guardian and controller. Certain of the beasts were awed at the silent cookie who rarely moved and spoke while the others relished in their mystery finding peace. After the beasts had been sealed, the witches confined the cookie to the fortress. Centuries had passed, cookies speak of a moving fortress along with the strum of a biwa. Many have tried to locate it only for it to be out of grasp.
The Fount of Knowledge found himself perplexed at the mysterious cookie that the witches had granted.
Often he sits in the fortress attempting to decipher the cookie only for it to be for naught.
It always resulted in frustration ending it with him opting to share his knowledge with them regardless of their response.
Overtime that frustration turned itself into something more endearing. The Fount had come to enjoy his visits to the fortress whether his companions were present or not.
Now his visits were filled with intention to accompany the silent cookie.
He found himself inquiring the extent of their abilities to which they complied.
Aside from the beasts, lost cookies seeking shelter often found themselves in the fortress.
Though this internally irked the Fount when it shouldnāt have, he kept his thoughts to himself.
He started feeling a sense of possession over the cookie.
He called it love. One could say it was his first sign of deceit slipping through but he said otherwise.
One day as he was doing his daily rambles regarding the theoretics of cookie behaviour.
His eyes widened, mouth aghast. He was flabbergasted.
From then on he would be more enthusiastic regarding anything he spoke the Fount looked akin to someone who made a new discovery.
Similarly you found yourself responding to him more.
Cookies could see how enamoured the Fount was with you.
You held him dear to you. The Fount that gave you insight.
He held you to his very soul.
He saw that there was truth in what may be a mystery and he saw that in you.
He wanted you for his very self.
It happened in the blink of an eye. His descent into deception was an inevitable one.
His visits were just as frequent but now he spun tales of faux to incite ire and discord.
He still saw you as a mystery.
He wanted you to fall into deception along with him.
You never did. It frustrated him so.
You were unfeeling and impassive.
He mulled on how his past self could ever find this endearing.
He wanted you to fall in his grasp.
He found no need for someone who would never entertain him.
In his pursuit to lure you he let himself fall into his own hell of lies.
Then came the Silver Tree. The imprisonment of him and his peers.
He saw you, reaching out to him.
The witches confined you to the fortress. Never to leave.
The only truth in the world of deception. He will have you back in his grasp.
The priestess found the cookie as a kindred spirit.
Though the reasons for their silence were different.
The priestess often took comfort of the silence that the cookie of the fortress offered.
Often bringing treats that her followers had offered her.
The treats often remaining untouched.
This made the Priestess ponder, did the cookie have wishes of their own.
From silence, it started as small questions.
Then it continued on as she saw the responses from you. How you expressed yourself.
Your wishes she would ask.
For that a response was never received.
The Priestess seldom felt helpless, for whatever that her followers had presented to her she always found to fulfill their wishes and ease their troubles.
She stepped into the fortress the sound of a biwa echoing through as she was met with you sitting on a mat as another empty mat laid beside you .
She was aware it was for her. As she sat a sense of fatigue weighed against her dough.
Strings were plucked gently as a melody began to play, the fatigue slowly dispersing itself from her dough.
Was it egocentric of her to wish that you were her own?
To cease the wayward cookies that took shelter in your fortress.
To be the sole one alongside you for eternity.
The Beast of Apathy found her ever growing affection for the cookie needless.
It was a hindrance to her pursuit of eternity.
The greed of cookies were neverending.
The cookies who had once been her followers were now greed ridden and lost.
She set them free from their burdens.
She felt akin to a hypocrite; with greed of her own.
For that she had to release you from your shackles.
Though the notion of it hurt her very existence.
The strum of a biwa was heard as the fortress was in front of her, even after abandoning her past values your ability is a powerful one.
As she faced you her resolve wavered you showed no signs of desire nor fatigue.
Did you really have no desires?
Were you never like the other cookies?
She could never harm you.
Her ascent to eternity was something she believed could only be achieved alone regardless of the ache she felt.
Then the imprisonment came, the will of the witches.
She saw you leaving the fortress reaching out to her only to be confined in front of very self.
She was mistaken, you did have a desire.
Her own greed had shadowed her vision.
If she were to ascend for Eternity once more she would be with you alongside her.
The Herald of Change found magnificence in every life that passed.
That included the silent cookie of the fortress that the witches had bestowed.
Though life was ever changing, the cookie was forever stagnant.
That made the Herald mildly frustrated.
Under the assumption that the cookie had yet to admire the ever unpredictable world they're in.
He would attempt in every way he could to bring light to the cookie.
Until a faithful day in his attempts, a strum of a biwa was heard as the rooms shifted and he was sent flying up.
Despite the action being one of frustration, he let out a laugh.
This one act was proof that you weren't an unfeeling creature.
Regardless of him getting his desired results, his visits stayed consistent.
He found joy despite your stoic nature. Often there assisting the lost cookies that resided in the fortress.
Though Earthbread was constantly at a change, he found himself consistently finding himself fonder of you.
Your actions showed change, now gentler.
Despite getting his desired results his visits persisted as he assisted the helpless cookies that found themselves in your fortress.
While life is a fleeting thing as he's seen villages fall and be rebuilt. His aides crumbling. He knows that things may never last forever but if he could he would keep life as it is now.
You no longer hold irritation for the Herald rather you've grown accustomed to his presence.
He would find solace in the thing that would never crumble.
If this could last forever it would be bliss.
Just as peace was there destruction followed suit. The continuous strumming of the biwa as the fortress shifted its rooms instantly throwing its assailant against the walls.
A thunderous laugh could be heard throughout the building as a battle axe broke through its walls.
The Beast of Destruction stood in front of the seated cookie, his stance intent for intimidation.
He swung his axe at you, only to hear the strum of the biwa and he was back in his kingdom which was on the brink of destruction.
He found your stoic nature truly insufferable. Forever unchanging from what you were.
It felt arduous to bear sight at you.
Until he came with the intent to ruin the fortress. Then he saw your strength.
It was exhilarating. He could never attack you without being thrown.
Though it slightly irked him that you would never attack him yourself.
He began to attempt to torment the feeble cookies that took refuge in your fortress.
That always earned him more vicious disposals.
As the fortress kept changing its location, destruction would trail him as he found it once more.
He found pleasure the more he fought with you. He wanted you to keep fighting with him, to gouge your ire for him.
However regardless of your attacks you never once changed your expression.
An inkling of old affection twisted its way into him.
He wanted you by his side.
Then the blasted tree came.
For the first in his ascension, you got up and reached for him a foreign expression on your face.
Only to be thrust into the fortress, confined.
The ire he felt for the witches.
When he returns he will wreck destruction the fortress and keep you by his side.
Hi so like if it's too ooc, just lemme know.
I haven't written in a while so please bear with me šš
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