Random idea that came my mind awhile back, rambled about this on discord but-*plops this here* I am rattling this around in my brain
Tw : mentions of violence, yandere behaviors, blood
I was Thinking about elderitch forest god Donnie basically making this cottagecore dreamscape for researcher reader so he can keep them by his side.
For reader, a researcher and selected member of a team that would be sent to go out and find some ancient ruins and study the wildlife in an unexplored forest, It was just supposed to be a simple trip to study the wildlife and old ruins in an unexplored part of the forest. Nothing more.
However, readers team didnāt seem to read the signs near the entranceā¦ā¦nor did they feel the same set of eyes burning into their backs like reader began to feel the second they stepped foot over the old stone gates that led into the forest.
The silence in the forest is almost deafeningā¦everything in the forest-hell the forest itself seems to have all eyes on them. Watching their every move or trying to train themselves on every word they whispered to eachother.
Reader even seems to pick up how, for lack of a better term, kind the forest is towards them compared to their friends.
A lot more rare wildlife seems to suddenly approach them out of nowhere. They stand in one spot for a few minutes and when they start to walk they notice how a trail of flowers seems to follow right behind them with every step. Their favorite flowers too.
Maybe, every so often, they may catch a glimpse of Donnieās smiling face every so often. His smile is seemingly so soft for that brief moment. So soft. Warm. Welcoming, and almost loving if reader manages to get a better look before they blink and Heās gone again.
Heās been lonely for a long time, and the moment he set eyes on reader while they were carefully saving some wild ducklings stuck in the middle of a river or scolding their team for breaking some rare plants, heās head over heels in love.
Their smileā¦their laugh, the way they care about his forest and the creatures within it. How respectful they are to his old monuments and they ignored their teams complaints about stopping so they could fix one of his statues theyād bumped into.
In his mind he finally found the one. He wouldnāt be lonely anymore. Heād have someone to share all the love he could give with. He would give reader so much love and attention, heād do everything he could to make them happy.
ā¦which reminded him that he needed to take care of their littleā¦friends first after he spotted them walking off to find some place to camp.
When nightfall comesā¦..everything goes down hill so fast. A storm hits. During the panic of being chased by wild animals and avoiding falling trees, reader whips their head around to look for their missing friend and ends up getting knocked out by a tree branch.
Everything is a blur from there. Screams, roaring and snarling of animals, soft whispers against their temple as their ears rang. The feeling of being scooped and cradled to someoneās chest. The scent of blood in the air.
By the time readers up they are in a completely different space. The sound of soft music is playing when their eyes flutter open and the feeling of warm fluffy blankets surround them.
They donāt even remember exactly what happened-all reader knows is that when they woke up they found themselves bundled up in the comfiest cottage theyāve ever seen and to the soft sound of his voice. They turn and spot a particularly peculiar sight. A mutant softs-hell turtle wearing nicely embroidered sweater, shorts and an apron that read āgenius chefā on the front on lavender stitching.
Before they can even say a word heās already glancing over his shoulder at them with a warm smile and nice tray of their favorite comfort foods in hand. This loving look on his face as she sets the tray down on their lap and helps reader sit up, āwell, good morning start light. I was worried youād got caught up in the rain againā he says, nothing but warmth and tenderness in his tone as he fluffs their pillows and lifts the lid off of the delicious smelling soup, āhere, my darling, I made you some nice warm vegetable soup to help chase that nasty cold awayā
readers mind is so fuzzyā¦that they donāt even register him calling them darling until theyāre halfway through eating the meal he made or the ring thatās been slipped onto their finger.
However everything about him feels soā¦familiar. Very brief memoryās of them and Donnie going out on picnic dates and working on the garden out in the backyard.
This wave of familiarity seems to wash over them as they relax into the pillows and they give him a shy, āohā¦.sorry about that, you know how I get when I get focused with gardeningā
Donnie just chuckles and sits himself on the edge of the bed next to reader to make sure they like the food he made them. His heart practically jumping for joy as he looks at that sweet smile on their face.
Sure he may haveā¦.replaced a few memories of theirs with a few that would keep them with him
But heyā¦.in his mind, what they donāt know wonāt hurt them right?
After all, their friends canāt wander his forest forever in search of place they will never be able find.
