cael

Yandere! Fae headcanon

( tw stalking, gore, obsession )

Yandere Fae! Who watches from afar as you stumble through his forest, utterly confused on how a human entered Elysian.

Yandere Fae! Who considers killing you the first time he catches you wading through his trees. He figures you’re a witch who schemed her way past his protective sigils. Then rethinks that when he watches you take an embarrassing trip and bust your knee open, graceful as a newborn fawn, far too vulnerable to be a witch.

Yandere Fae! Who ponders the last time he’d seen a human, let alone a woman. Did all of them have skin such as yours? Hair like yours? He didn’t remember humans being so… intriguing.

Yandere Fae! Who thinks about the last humans he encountered, men looking for riches. He remembered how their battered bodies looked, bones broken and limbs twisted. Their skin purple and blue beneath the armor. He remembers feasting on them like animals.

Yandere Fae! Who can’t believe you’re apart of the same species he once considered grotesque. How could a woman like you be considered an animal?

Yandere Fae! Who comes to expect your visits. Lures you in with gentle breezes and flowers along the trail and straight into his domain. It was the perfect trap for humans. A trap he had used many times to feast on flesh and grind bones into trinkets.

Yandere Fae! Who felt uneasy about hunting you. It was like crushing an ant beneath his feet, or a pretty flower. Easy prey. What joy would it be killing someone so beautiful weak?

Yandere Fae! Who watched for weeks as you became comfortable exploring. Rambling nonsense to his trees, jumping in fright at the sight of a spider on your leg, humming a tune as you pluck his flowers. He’d grown to enjoy the life buzzing out of you. Perhaps the stillness of the trees had gotten to him. Anyways, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your legs as you moved around, skin glowing with sweat. So visceral, so alive.

Yandere Fae! Who liked the way your scent lingered even after you left. Who could retrace your steps by smell alone.

Yandere Fae! Who considered eating you because of how sweet you smell. He’d eaten humans before with his family, not because of their smell or even the taste moreso for the hint. He didn’t enjoy it. Far too gory and not nearly worth the clean up. The bones were nice to add to his collection though. He wonders what your pretty little skull would like on top of his collection. Or perhaps those little teeth you used to smile at his flowers, he could make a pretty necklace out of those.

Yandere Fae! Who feels bad when you stumble across old bones, a few left behind from his brother. The way you bounced backwards in fear, an odd shriek leaving your voice before you took off in the other direction.

Yandere Fae! Who grows to miss your presence once you stop coming. Who in your absence thinks of all the things he should’ve done, prepared your body as a feast, drank your blood, bit those delectable thighs you showed off in those miserable excuse of shorts. He’d love to have your eyes as ornaments, pretty little jewels. He thinks they’re better alive though, full of emotion and admiration for his orchards. He should plant some more. Perhaps that would lure you back in.

Yandere Fae! Who grows depressed after a month has passed and you haven’t returned. Then furious with you, who swears that if he sees your face again he’d paint your blood across his mulberry trees. Bury you with his peonies. How dare you abandon this paradise? Use it for your amusement then discard it? Terrible and selfish like every other human. He’d use your body as fertilizer for his flowers the first chance he got.

Yandere Fae! Who almost falls from his tree in excitement when he feels a familiar presence in his forest. Finally! You’d came back! He watches you closely as you return back to the area where you stumbled across the human remains, he’d long gotten rid of them, the moment you left in fear. You squint and stare skeptically at the ground, then slowly backed away.

Yandere Fae! Who thinks that fear looks good on you. Jumping out of your skin when a squirrel skirts by, or the wind blows a little too hard. Eyes scanning the forest in paranoid manner.

Yandere Fae! Who thought he liked the way fear looked in your eyes, until they gazed upon him. He didn’t like the way you took a step back, bewildered and frightened. He’d taken on a human form, hiding the sigils in his skin and his pointy ears, his teeth somewhat human with no blood stains. He’d even hunted a hiker in the forest a few miles over and stolen his clothes.

Yandere Fae! Who was confused by your fear? Why would you be scared of a human man in a forest?

Yandere Fae! Who gives you an unnerving smile, greeting you softly. He tells you his name, makes up a lie about being lost, then with a taunting tone he couldn’t resist, asks if you know where you are.