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Switchin it up with a new lore character B)

Hihi :] Ive missed you and everyone else as well! I’ve taken a little summer vacation since I just recently got my license and have been partying lol!

Anyway, ask and you shall receive!

(Also since I’m trying to tie the Yandere!GD x reader Stories)

The sparkle in your eyes had been stolen long ago— perhaps a week after you had been yourself.

At your waist, your hands were buried in the soap water, washing away at a plate. Whilst in captivity, you opted to busy yourself with medial chores, almost like a housewife. Sure, Great never asked you as such but it was rather comforting feeling as if you had a part to play in his manor.

Unbeknownst to you, his golden eyes were stalking you from around the corner. There was a huge grin on his face. It wasn’t of malice or sadism— more of delight. He had practically had you figured out at this point, and he was glad to see that you were starting to feel a bit comfortable. When he first moved you into the manor, you wouldn’t dare touch any of his belongings, let alone leave your room.

He gave you a few more minutes to finish up your chore and finally stalked over. It didn’t startle you anymore, but it did surprise you this time, as it was a few days since he last initiated conversation with you.

“Hello, dearest,” he spoke with a low voice, “spare me your time for a moment.”

You nodded nonchalant, your heart dropping a bit while you tried to mask it. Deep inside, you felt the undeniable fear of him finally casting you away into the chasm just outside. But, your fear slowly died down as he led you through the opposite door to the chasm, and outside through an entrance you had never bothered to investigate before.

Through the door, was the first area of growth you had seen in the city. While it wasn’t big, it was still beautiful as it contrasted against the dark haze of the chasm below. You could still see the first layer of fog once looking over the fancy stone walls. There was small weeds and flowers popping from the soil below. It made you wonder what exactly caused this miracle of growth to happen.

Almost on cue, Great made his way beside your slanted figure over the waist-high stone wall. His voice was a deep rumble; “I had Emotionless run some experiments on this patch of land. It is actually pretty recent,” He snaked his grip around your hand, and you shivered at the cold leather of his glove whilst he continued speaking, “I hope you enjoy it, as I made it for you.”

It nearly felt like your heart was stuck in your throat. Such a grand gesture meant you were all the more indebted to him. The sting behind your eyes forced you to look ever further away from him.

It wasn’t long before he squeezed your hand, a way of asking for your response. You gulped, “It’s simply great, dear.” You spoke monotonous and forced the pet name through your lips.

He was well omniscient with your head, now. And seeing you try to call him a nickname put a smile to lips, and a gold-like dust over his defined face. Sure, he may be crazed for you but his wits were far beyond as to get angered by something you cannot control.

To him— it was important that you were trying.

Then, he took your face in one of his hands, and your eyes met his unmasked one. There was a glint in his eyes, and by now this meant he was nervous to tell you something.

Now, if you had admitted that to anyone, you would be deemed a fool. But the last couple months allowed you to see another side of him(which actually made him a little endearing to you…). The same affect happened when he told you he loved you for the first time.

You braced yourself— was it going to be that he was finally going to get rid of you? Or perhaps that he was going to use your face to make another mask of his?

During your mental rambling, he knelt down onto one of his long legs. By the time you had snapped out of your thoughts, time seemed to stop. You had never seen him below you before. Although his tall and broad stature didn’t make the present height difference all too much, you still felt comforted when he was on his knee.

The leader was quick to notice the soften in your stare. He used this opportunity to grasp your other smaller hand, and looked you sternly in the eyes as he spoke, “I’m sure you’ve expected this. I know you’re probably not one to rush into things like this, and I am prepared for you to answer.”

All of your questions were answered once he let go of both of your hands to pull out another mask from one of the inner pockets of his coat. This one seemed to be the other half of the one he always wore— while not the exact other half, it was tailored to fit you and still connect to its counterpart. You gaped at the sight.

“While this does mean you will be stuck with me, if you comply it will open you up to some new freedoms— as well as some responsibility.” You immediately translated what he was saying. This was a proposal.

You suppressed your face from contorting, feeling like the sky had fallen upon your shoulders, never to be lifted again and you would be damned for eternity to carry this new burden of becoming the leader’s wife. You felt tears began to roll down your face.

His hand, once again, lifted to comfort you. He knew that you wouldn’t take it all too well, and was ready to use some force against you if you tried to run again. He took a breath in as you pulled away from his hand, ready to sprint after you.

“I’m not going to run,” You stated flatly while drying your face, “I accept your proposal… but I will need time to adjust.”

“Time?” Great murmured under his breath, eyes quickly darting around your figure, “Dearest, time is something you will never be deprived of. You complying is the one thing that will make me happy— What ever you desire shall be brought to you.”

He soon gathered his composure again, save for his glossy eyes(which is a sight no one would ever dare to imagine.) He then scooped you up in his arms, almost enclosed within his coat. And for once you felt comfortable enough to sink into his grasp, without the pins of fear stabbing you in the chest.

Maybe it would work out, after all.

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