Yandere jester who was once a beloved member of a kingdom long forgotten. So beloved that the king and queen treated him like family. Yet it all came crashing down when a rival kingdom massacred every single person in the kingdom he had grown to adore, leaving him the only survivor.
The rival kingdom took him as their possession, a reminder of a victory they had achieved. They treated him like a toy, and did whatever they wanted to him.
A year after the victory, he killed them all and a sickening feeling manifested in his hollow being. He enjoyed their screams, their pleas, and seeing their bloodied bodies go limp.
After that, he traveled to many different kingdoms, in search of people that would satisfy his desire for blood.
Yandere jester who had seen you walk around the marketplace where he performed. He planned on making you his next victim. You were filled with such livelines, your life blooming and to him it was the perfect time to take it all away from you.
He had it all planned out, how slowly he would take away your life with his own twisted hands. It was supposed to be another easy kill.
Yet he found himself hovering above your sleeping body, his knife a few inches away from your face. For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to fully bring down his knife onto your delicate face.
He had hesitated for the first time.
While he mercilessly attacked his other victims, he thought that it would rather be a shame to see your unmoving body. It was rather nice seeing your chest rising and falling, a sign that you were alive, and your face..
That night, he decided to let you live.
You were awoken by chirps of the morning birds, a sound you’ve grown accustomed to. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing the light of the sun shine through the window and inside your room.
You sat up and looked at your window, surely enough the curtains were moved to the side.
That’s weird. You were sure that you covered up the window before falling asleep.
Oh well, it’s not a serious matter. It was another day and you had to get ready in order to sell at the marketplace.
You followed your regular routine, and by the end of it you filled your basket with the loafs of bread you made the day before. Once everything was ready your walk to the marketplace was set.
As you set foot outside, you were immediately greeted by warm environment the kingdom had to offer.
Walking to the marketplace had never been a hassle, it wasn’t far away from your home and you occasionally greeted your neighbors as they walked by.
Just as you made it to the entrance, you saw a familiar figure not too far away. It was a jester who arrived not so long ago and has started his entertainments in the middle of the marketplace. He was freakishly tall, his face covered in white face paint. His smile wide, his sharp teeth visible.
You hadn’t paid attention to him before but for some reason you wanted to see what he was doing. You were one of the many people among the crowd that surrounded him.
Without even intending to, you had stayed until the end of his performance. You only realized that when people clapped and started going their separate ways.
You were about to turn around and continue on with your day, when you saw the jester slowly walk towards you. He stood infront of you, his height towered over you. He held out his clawed hand that was holding a white chrysanthemum.
“For me?” You looked up at him.
The jester only nodded his head and waited for you to take the flower. You carefully set your basket on the floor and took the flower into your hands.
“Thank you, it’s beautiful..” your hand slowly caressed the petals. Then an idea came.
You looked down at your basket filled with wrapped bread and grabbed one.
“Please, take this in exchange for the flower.”
The jester tilted his head before shaking his head and held his hands up as if saying no need
“I insist, this flower is truly breathtaking, surely I must repay you.” This time it was you who held out your hand. It looked like he was contemplating but in the end accepted the bread.
He bowed, the hand that held the bread close to his heart while his other arm was outstretched.
You smiled and picked up your basket.
“I must go now, but thank you again.” You waved at him and turned away.
Maybe I’ll start watching more of his performances. You thought.
Weeks passed by, and you found yourself watching every single of his acts and staying until the very end, where most of the time he’ll give you something. You’ve received fruits, flowers, even hand crafted items.
You wondered if him not talking was a part of his character. He told you he just shook his head that no, it wasn’t a part of his act when you questioned him.
You’ve grown to adore him. Your days seemed more delightful when with him. At night though, it was different. It felt like someone was watching your every move. Sometimes you would see a shadowy figure outside of your window.
You concluded that it was just your imagination as an attempt to ease yourself.
It was another night of kneading some dough in the kitchen.
Your humming was interrupted when there was a knock on your door.
Who is outside at such an hour?
Despite your better judgment, you went to open the door.
“Oh! It’s just you!” You said, happy to see him.
Wait a minute… you don’t recall ever telling him where you lived. Did he knock at other people’s doors before finding you or..
No, you probably did tell him, you just forgot!
Your eyes trailed down from his face and saw that he hid his bloody arm behind his back.
“Are.. you okay? What happened? What are you doing out so late? haven’t you heard that there’s been people going missing?” You assumed that he was hurt and ushered him inside.
“Stay here, I’ll get some bandages for…” your voice drifted as he leaned over you, his typical smile plastered across his face.
His hand reached out to tightly hold your wrist, while the hand that was hidden behind his back moved towards you.
You stood there frozen as he showed you what he held.
The smell of iron filled your senses and with your other hand you covered your mouth.
His eyes narrowed seeing your reaction. Did you not like it? It was the heart of the man who was rude to you the other day! He frowned a bit when you struggled againts his grasp and hit his hand with the heart causing it to fall.
“Let.. let go of me! What did you do?!” You screamed, trying to pull away from his tight hold on you.
Suddenly he pushed you onto the ground and pinned you against it. His bloodied hand slowly caressed your cheek.
“You.. did you.. kill all of those missing people?” you said accusingly.
He nodded, his smile widening.
You stiffened, your eyes glistened with tears. Why would he..
Yandere jester who loves seeing the fear etched on your face, What were you thinking?
Did you.. think you he was going to kill you?
Of course not, he would never kill his princess darling.
Yandere jester who wishes he could tell you about what he wants to do with you. How he wants to sink his teeth into your soft skin. How he wants to grip your thighs hard enough causing you to bleed.
He wants to hold you close as you cry from how rough he is with you while whispering words of adoration and love.
But he can’t, he lost his voice due to an injury to his neck caused by those loathly beings.
It’s fine, he’ll just have to show you how much he wants you through his actions.
He’s very much a sadist. This one might be my fav fic ive written so far cuz I had fun writing it but it might be trash. I might draw him later 😛 not proof read.
