Monster/Yandere writings

None would dare risk even casting you a glance the wrong way as they see this behemoth of a creature whimper and whine once you're only a few paces from their side.

So imagine with me, if you will, that one day when you left to visit the reef you came from, you left Akos alone for the day as he wished to be alone to study his newest read 'Curse'.

And in returning home, as soon as you enter the mouth of the cave your very vision began to shift and warp and change for the horrific. Jagged rocks looking more akin to teeth in a massive maw, dark shadows looming and stretching out to you in an almost sentient appearance. As your heart began to race, you tried to calm yourself. "Akos? What have you done this time?" your sounded far stronger than you had planned.  As your vision tunneled and darkened, your eyes were drawn to the massive, hulking, disformed figure that you could only make out the eyes of.

What was a Cecelia once was now disfigured, strong limbs elongated and twisted at odd angles, wide eyes far too big and dark zoned in strictly on you, a maw wrapping around what must have once been his face smiled in twisted glee. Akos loomed, motionless despite floating in one spot. stagnating in an unnatural way, watching you as though the first move you made would lead to you being very well devoured at that moment.

You bit back every emotion that crawled its way up your throat and began to rationalize, despite the tension growing. Akos had mentioned studying a curse, one that could force the bearer into desolation by forcing any who encounter them to witness something horrific with no specification. Akos, your sweet Akos who would sooner destroy himself than so much as shout at you. Surley the curse backfired in his studies and you were safe, just a few minutes from cardiac arrest.

Then the noises began.

Clicking, muffled by the deep sea's water, clicking like some creatures would use to map out what was around them. Then Akos began to twitch, minuscule at first and growing as his figure twisted and convulsed in on himself. In a moment he must have moved because he was only two tails from you. You jolted back with a startled shout, making the figure of your mate freeze. ... A good sign, non-aggressive so he must be aware if nothing else. "Akos?" you prompted quietly. The muted clicking returned before silencing again, ah, he was trying to talk.

You took a breath and forced your eyes from the figure that was going to leave you with nightmares and the feeling of danger. "I... don't know if you see what I see but dear, I know that you're you. I know you'd never hurt me." You breathed slowly, trying to calm your heart and choosing your words carefully. "But right now, you look like something from a horror story and I just need the reassurance that you won't do anything."

The coagulated mess of tentacles and flesh twitched. A low rumbling noise that left your skin and scales vibrating in terror. Casting a glance towards him you saw what might have been his large arms and hands reaching out slowly, waiting for you.

You glanced at the face that you felt might try to take a bite out of you, knowing that if you didn't find some semblance of comfort then this figure would absolutely drive you away for some time, you just needed to remember how safe you must have been. Your tail moved slowly as you closed the distance between you and your mates... cursed figure. As soon as you settled in Akos' space, you cautiously pressed a webbed hand to his chest, the texture, the softness was the same feeling, if you could ignore the visual of your hand sinking into malleable viscera. Swallowing your fears, you closed your eyes and leaned against his chest, feeling the familiar arms and tentacles wrap around you lovingly. Akos must have been trying to speak once again as a new horrific noise sounded from his throat.

You kept your eyes closed, focusing on feeling him, a kiss pressed to your head, a hand holding one of your own. It must have only been a visual and auditory-based curse, as you could feel none of what you were seeing.

"Dear, I don't know if you see yourself right now, but I need you to just figure out how this is supposed to be reversed and soon." Feeling his grip tighten, you believed was the closest you'd get to an agreement in this moment.

The fear was still there, but seeing a living nightmare cuddle with you made it a lot less scary, surprisingly.

I'm specifically having thoughts about little differences between him as a cecaelia (octopus merfolk, tentacles instead of a tail and in my thoughts literally 2x the size of regular merfolk) and his darling lil mate the very much handsome merfolk that is you! Flowey and shiny tail and half his size! There have to be things between species that he'd have difficulty with!

Like... Say for merfolk, intertwining tails between a mated couple. It's the biggest display of vulnerability and comfort and trust cause your inhibiting yourself from swimming if you gotta GTFO! And it's very close physically some close friends or family might wrap around towards the tail fin but there's still freedom to move if ya gotta but mated couples (romantic or platonic tbh) wrap their tails as much and as closely as they can.

Akos doesn't have a tail. You do.

He'll find you staring at his tentacles while you're lounging in his cavern, tail flicking lazily with this silly smile as you're -what he can assume- daydreaming about something.

It isn't until he reads more on merfolks courting habits specifically that he realizes why. And he's both a bit heartbroken that he can't do what your fellow merfolk can with you but also absolutely beaming with pride and just so much love that you might even be thinking about him in such context.

It isn't until you find the slate he had been reviewing the topic on that he finally confesses his thoughts. Once you realize he knows what it means, you easily reply that you've already figured out a solution.

When you hold your arms out to him and give the simplest demand of "Hold me." Happily, he wraps his arms around your upper body, the quickest of his inky black tentacles circling around your tail as they always do. It isn't until you laugh to yourself that he begins to question what you're thinking.

Once you point out how his tentacles wrap around your tail, all you have to do is easily swirl your tail in similar motion and you're effectively intertwined.

Akos stares at your tail curled around his tentacles for a few moments before letting out a Shakey breath.

At your sudden concern he just breathes in relief and tucks your form back into his. He worries so much that you might miss out on something you'd find in a relationship outside of him. It just scares him but he won't admit it.

I also like to imagine that cecaelia have certain habits of their own, such as longer resting periods and higher intake of food. A creature twice the size of his mate might not notice that whenever he prepares a meal he gives them a portion as big as they are, or that every time they sleep together, they'll settle down with him certainly but always have something to occupy their time as he holds them and falls asleep, and once he awakens again they're already awake and fiddling with something else.

Once Akos finally does notice he begins to ask if you're feeling well. In his eyes you hardly eating or sleeping and that's not good.

He almost ignores your desperate "I'm fine!" For a full day, instead doting over you as if you were sickly. Once you finally make him realize,

One: you can't eat everything he gives you because the portion is bigger than your tail most days and your stomach just isn't that big, neither is your second stomach.

Two: you require far less sleep than a far bigger predator, your light and quick and don't burn as much energy hunting or swimming as opposed to him, so you'll happily lay with him every time you both rest but you can't sleep as long, you'll just keep waking up

Watching how the other merfolk disperse or silence themselves at the mention of the sea witch who lives far away in a hidden cavern. Only whispers of a broken riddle as the map of how to find him.

They say those who are brave, can. And those who are lucky, leave with their greatest wish granted to them. At what cost however? As the unlucky never return.

Thinking again about certain things, such as dating a witch, and living in his cozy cabin deep in the woods away from predominant civilization. Your shared home is more of an enclosed forest with moss and clover-covered floors, beams made of intertwined trees with a plethora of both living and dried fauna lining the walls, maybe even an owl as his familiar that totally prefers you but we don't talk about that.

Maybe you both met when you were younger, as the only person in the little village that didn't turn your nose up at him, he was curious, just as curious as you were of his studies. After some years the two of you settled gently, peacefully, into a relationship together. Orion, for all of his flashy magic and potions and spells, was a rather shy individual. Often leaning on you for support in conversation or social situations, which you happily gave time and time again.

While he worked away on his studies and products for his apothecary stand he stocked in town, you had ample time to focus on your own creations. Though when he was too busy you would always lend a hand in his workshop, gathering ingredients, fetching tools, and mixing measurements. There were many a day where he would devote such time to a spell or potion that he knew you would greatly enjoy. Such as the spell of languages that allowed you to speak with the forest animals for a certain amount of time.

Today was another day dedicated to a spell he thought you would love. As Orion fluttered around the workshop, gathering just a few more tuffs of mouse fur, he grinned excitedly. All but anticipating the excited reaction you'd have, how you'd wrap your arms around him and under his cloak to be all the closer, squeezing him tight and pressing kiss after kiss to his cheek. The witch giggled in excitement, grasping the brim of his pointy hat and pulling it down to cover his face as he settled himself.

Once he felt he had collected himself he opened the door to his workshop, leaning out into the main room. "Dearest? I'm all set! I can't wait to show you what I've been working on," He called out.

"Have you finished already, dear?" You responded, appearing from the hall next to him. The poor witch felt his heart stutter, a common occurrence upon seeing you after any period away.

Orion grasped your hand tightly and pulled you along, heart racing and eyes shining. "I've been studying this one for weeks, the preparation took time but the application should be so simple!" Moving to the workbench, he turned back to you, gently escorting you to his chair and waiting for you to sit before he continued. "See? Just a few gusts of the gentle spring breeze, a drop of morning dew, a pinch of dried and crushed daffodil, and!" Orion turned to you, holding his hand to his chest, something balled up in his fist. "Just a tuff of mouse fur," he spoke softly, smiling as he waved his hand over the collection of items that had been laid out in a certain presentation. His hand began to glow as he conjured up his will, eyes shining pink as he spoke in a low voice, words going unheard by you. This was nothing unusual, you could only sit back and wait to see what he would do this time.

swirling mist of pink and purple hues began to form in the room, encircling the two of you as he continued. You watched Orion slowly raise his closed fist to the pile of items that had risen in the air, his hand opened, dropping the fur into the mixture, and everything went dark.

It was warm.

It was exausting.

You felt nothing.

As the darkness faded from your vision, you realized you must have been laying down. Sitting up slowly, not quite noting how the action didn't seem to shift your perspective as much as it normally did. You let out a tired groan, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes before opening them and freezing in place.

The room would swallow you whole if it was any bigger, moss floors not even dented by your weight, and glass jars containing items that could have fit in your hand could now contain you. Walls and trees that reached the sky and a chair that you could easily live under with the space you had. Most important to note, however, was your sweet darling Orion. Kneeling down and looming over you, with his shadow encasing you and a booming voice speaking far too loud and far too fast, his presence similar to the reaper with the feeling you were left with.

You let out a horrified shout, scrambling to fling yourself backward and afraid of the giant that you had once been taller than.

Said giant jolted back in surprise, slamming into the floor behind him and sending a shockwave that left you tumbling for a brief moment. "Oh no no no, it's alright dearest!" He jolted towards you, attempting to help you but only sending your heart through a stage two heart attack.

"Stop!" You shouted as loud as your tiny lungs could manage, making him freeze in place, wide teary eyes watching you closely. You sat upright, trying to catch your breath, wary of the hand that was far too close for your comfort at that moment.

Orion stared helplessly, wanting nothing more than to fix this, wanting to hold you close and assure you that it would be alright, this wasn't supposed to happen but it's ok he can fix it and you'll still be safe. His breath was shaky as he watched you, little you who could only fit in his hand, trying not to panic. Oh, how he wanted to lift you up and keep you in his hands where you would be safe from… everything a person your size might face.

You finally looked up at Orion's face, seeing his teary eyes and shaking. Closing your eyes you began to rationalize. You were safe, this was Orion the same who had time and time again proven to be harmless and loving and gentle and soft. You sighed forcefully. Looking back to Orion and motioning towards his hand, you spoke. "Lay your hand down in front of me, flat, palm up. But do so slowly, alright dear?" Your voice was far stronger in tone than you felt.

The witch jolted at the sudden instruction but nodded, not risking speaking but moving his hand slowly toward the ground.

It was almost fascinating how different his movements looked at this magnitude, but these were no times to ponder such things. As his hand lay flat, you stood slowly. Hesitating as you felt warmth radiating off of his skin, he was so close. Feeling his eyes staring, you shuffled forward, taking your time to work up the courage and resting your hand in his palm, feeling the soft skin as well as his racing heartbeat. Casting a glance towards his expression showed you just how torn between fascination and sorrow. You refocused on his hand, taking the leap of trust that had in the past been proven to you time and time again. Slowly, cautiously you climbed into Orion's opened hand, sitting and shifting until comfortable, you finally looked back up to your witch to see him watching you with the warmest expression you'd seen him make. "Now… Lift me up slowly, alright?"

Orion nodded mutely, raising his hand a short bit off the ground before wrapping his other hand under it to keep a more stable grip, and you were moving up. He lifted you as carefully as he could manage, rising you and stopping once you were right in front of his face. He seemed to hesitate before speaking, "This wasn't supposed to happen, it was supposed to allow you to scurry quick as a mouse, not as small as one." He all but whispered.

You rubbed your face with your hand, senses calming now that you were eye level. "Then what went wrong?"

He stood slowly, lowering you slightly and holding his hand against his chest as he turned to the book on the table. Orion began flipping through the pages, reviewing the ingredients he needed before stopping and tapping against the page. "Dandelion, not daffodil… ah." Orion looked back at you with a nervous smile, "Well, good news? The spell worked as it was intended based on what I had used. And I can promise that in three days' time, you'll be back to normal." His voice died out with each passing word which left you processing what was said for a moment.

"Three days?" You whimpered, unknowing of how you could possibly take care of yourself in such a state. feeling far too overwhelmed to think clearly.

"Oh no, oh dear no, oh it's alright I swear to you. I'll keep you with me the entire time I swear, you'll be safe and we can stay here and away from the noisy village and its people, I'll keep you close and safe," he soothed as gently as he could, shifting you in his hands to hug you to his chest. "You love cuddling up in my cloak and remember it has pockets I've sewn inside it, You can rest there as the fabric is heavy enough that up here it hardly moves and stays right with me. You can rest and sleep the days away so the stress of this all won't touch you if you'd truly like." Orion had hit his stride in offering whatever he could to make you happy, once again. "In fact, I can set you up a little grove in the wall of our bedroom so you don't feel so small in these big rooms, I can make you a nice soft bed and a safe place to sleep and eat and-"

"Orion."

The witch froze in his tracks and looked down at you with a sheepish grin, "I suppose that is for later? Now might just be the time to collect ourselves…"

You sighed softly, subconsciously leaning against his chest with closed eyes. "Later, for now, as you set. let's simply settle somewhere and rest. We can worry about this more later."

Your partner nodded, sitting down slowly in the comfortable chair you had been in just before, Orion watched you with fading concern and growing adoration, he stayed quiet as your breathing slowed, keeping you close and trying to think of what could be done for you in the meanwhile. If nothing else, you were absolutely adorable in such a state and if you hadn't been so scared he would have already said so. Repeatedly. He could later, though. As well as cuddle and kiss your little form as much as you'd allow once things calmed.

I love my bunny boy and really wanted to write a kinda reverse to usual monster partner stories. Timber is a very tiny rabbit hybrid who has serious anxiety and prey-like tendencies. His partner, you, is a human that's twice his size, very strong in comparison and is more the caretaker between the two. I'll be writing about him a lot I think but this was just a bit outlining that his human whos very sweet to him can be kinda.... predatory with other folks cause I thought it would be interesting. Possibly some reverse yandere vibes cause it isn't something done enough I think

You know that kinda style where the face is humanoid with the littlest change in the nose to make it more triangular and rabbit like? That too.

Gonna call him Timber, anxious little guy just wants to be loved by his terrifying predator of a human partner.

He very much is btw, gets carried around and kissed half to death all the time.

Probably is the type to go running to the door, waiting in place while thumping a leg repeatedly as soon as his partner walks in before just launching himself at them. Knowing they'll catch and hold him

Kneeling before said Prince while he gently strokes his favorite knights hair, praising him softly for such great obedience and love for his prince.

The prince who's favorite way to rest when alone with his knight is either in a good chair with a book in one hand, having his knight kneeling upon the ground by his side, with his other hand playing with his hair once again. Feeling his knight lean into his touch so adoringly.

The sun is a lady who only walks the earth sunrise and sunset.

Her lover is a human who chases the sun on those moments her light shines the closest.

And they're only together as long as the sun is rising from the horizon and resting behind it.