The Palace in Lotus Paradise.
Yandere!Lotus Dragon Cookie x Reader (Songfic)
TW: Yandere behavior, mentions of death and stalking.
They remember when you first started living here, the day you came to Lotus paradise. Followed by your family you become a beloved member of the community, you always managed to bring a smile upon everyone’s face. To Lotus Dragon Cookie you seemed to light up the world with joy and life, and perhaps that’s what got them addicted to you. Lotus observed from afar for quite a long time though you had never met the dragon in person. They received all your wishes from the festival and cherished each one with the knowledge that you had touched the lantern.
They felt ever so close to you with each wish, so close to their heart. They seemed to not notice the creeping up obsession with you, they did know you were their favorite thing to observe though. They never wanted to steal your vitality from you, you were one the paradise wouldn’t feed from. After all, you were theirs. You were….their darling….lovely….mate~.
“Granting wishes? Simple enough.”
In Lotus paradise, one dragon stands at the top
Bearing a flair for
music rarely come across
Sharper than sharpened needles,
and seeming beyond the seams
they’ve caught the reverence
of all the community.
Surely, they’d be perfect if
not for their partner’s acts
That sole thing holding them
back cheats behind their back
Another day passed and you still haven’t returned to them, never heeded their summons. It both saddened and angered Lotus, why wouldn’t you come home to them? They love you so much and can give you everything but you won’t come? It makes no sense to them; they looked through their windows again to see if they could spot you. There you were down In the gardens! You looked ever so lovely among the flowers, you belonged among such beauties…and you belonged by their side.
Why won’t you return to them? They love you ever so much! You are their darling mate who they wish to give a life of luxury and comfort too, yet you act as if they don’t exist. It’s so utterly cruel of you to put them through this, darling love who knew you could be so cold and coy…
“Great Dragon, what are you looking at?” Hydrangea inquired.
“Only the most precious flower in my garden~.” Lotus responded.
“Even with one like
me fastened by an oath,
they’d rather lie with and lie
that they’re coming home!”
But as always, “Concentrate”
I say and keep playing
Mandolin clutched tightly
while I strum deep into my thoughts
Longan’s strings I’ve trained to
raise as right as they raised me,
Care for them well and they’ll
play clearer to your needs
In Lotus paradise, the hush has become routine
For spending yet another
morning conformed in peace
Then I saw them on the street,
gleaming with delight
Who might she be, the lady I
see standing at your side?
Suddenly they found themselves very displeased, who was that you were approaching? She was quite the pretty girl wearing a crimson kimono with pomegranate seeds adorning it, hair tied up into buns with a look that clearly expressed deeper plots. Lotus subconsciously grit their teeth as they watched the both of you chat ever so casually and even happily at times. This Pomegranate cookie looked as if she wasn’t fully invested in what you were saying, THIS is what could catch your love?? This is whom you’d cheat on them with??? This worthless, disinterested little red tart?
“My love…what are you doing…?” They quietly asked, but no response was of course given.
They felt an extra tug and snap in the back of their mind as you grabbed the female Cookie’s hand and led her away to look at your favorite flowers. A low, very low, snarl escaped their lips as their hair spiked and pupils glowed blue. Slowly they turned to their servant, who looked back with her usual expression.
“Hydrangea…summon that crimson cookie to my palace. Ensure that she arrives and does not ignore my invitation.” Lotus ordered darkly.
Beautiful pomegranate with
a crimson kimono on,
like I’d expect, you’re friendly
with everything you’d ever want
Viewing the two at ease left
me enraged time to get away.
I gave an order, growing
urge to forsake the trade.
But as always, “Concentrate”
I say and stay playing
Mandolin clutched tightly
while I strum deep into my thoughts
Toiling on and spoiling not
those sorry drops of sorrow,
I seat the kimono and admire
freshly fixed clothes.
The new kimono truly was beautiful, hmmm, though they weren’t a fan of the pomegranate seed decoration. They spent several hours replacing the seeds with fine jewels better suited towards them and their style, there, now it’s perfect.
The garden has been growing beautifully lately, perhaps it was that new fertilizer they tried out. Hydrangea informed them of a rumor, that an outsider was stolen away and murdered that night but no body to be found. Now how could that have happened? They would’ve sensed the draining life force go in the precious lotus flower if anyone had been killed, ah well, rumors are rumors for a reason after all~.
“My darling what are you doing this time~?” They asked to themselves truly, slithering out to see if they could find you again.
Ah there you are, this time by the herb farms but…now who was this with you? He was a very handsome man they will admit, with brown and white swirled hair, a fine coffee complexion and these piercing eyes. He just had this aura of confidence and charisma around him, staff in hand with some of the finest clothes they’ve seen on a cookie he certainly had you enraptured with his words. You responded back with a little less enthusiasm and joy; you looked a bit upset about something as he appeared to ask you a question of which you agreed to…
“So, this is one you’d cheat on me with as well? I suppose I can see the appeal but this will not do my dear no not at all. Hydrangea…”
They looked back at their servant who this time looked a little nervous.
“Summon that man to my palace, ensure that he arrives. Tonight.”
Stuck with a budding rumor,
the public’s waking up
Word is last night a crime
occurred, wonder what it was?
Spotting them at the farms
offered me an awful sight
Who might he be, the man I
see standing at your side?
Strangely, today they frowned, but
I doubt that they’ll drown in pain
Not with that Affogato
man coming to their aid
Fine like the purple obi tied
tightly ‘round his waist,
Ah, he’s the dream of a
mate suited to your taste
While they’re confident in their measurements Lotus still retrieved a fitting mannequin to match their size. They were making an outfit after all, not only did they want to ensure it would fit they wanted to ensure the components matched correctly. They had just recently retrieved a new purple obi, made from fine silk it was truly beautiful like the kimono and went with it quite well. They strummed their mandolin, thinking of ideas, it wasn’t complete yet…they needed one more add on.
“Great dragon, I’ll be heading down to the market. Do you need anything?” Hydrangea asked, such a diligent servant.
“Hmm, just keep an eye out for anything that would be a good final piece to this outfit of mine~.”
But as always, “Concentrate”
I say and stay playing
Mandolin clutched tightly
while I strum deep into my thoughts
Wiping at my smudged eyes,
I’d benefit to quit that
Grabbing the obi, I refashion the sash
Hydrangea has been gone for quite some time and it irked them a little bit, not with anger but suspicion. Lotus never had reason to be suspicious of Hydrangea before until recent events with all those home wreckers. The rumors have spread and gotten bigger, panic spreading through their paradise with words of a murderer. It appears that handsome man has gone missing last night with only his staff being found. Many cookies say this is solid evidence there is a murderer due to the damn found on it, but with no body or jam trail to be found then who can really say?
Lotus went and looked out again to see their darling love, this time finding you down in the market. To there somewhat and some not surprise, Hydrangea was there with you. Speaking to each other in front of the hair pin shop, they watched as you bought a floral hair pin. Their left eye twitched, so now you’re cheating on them with their closest servant? No…maybe not, Hydrangea is far too loyal, but the smile she had when you gifted it to her crushed that thought. Rage coursed through their body harshly as their normal smile fell. Gripping their mandolin Lotus played their music magic to cast a voice spell, for her ears only.
“Hydrangea Cookie return to me at o n c e.” They ordered….
Seems like my paradise
is starting to come undone
Guess that there’s been a second
crime, wonder where it was?
I saw you at the hairpin
shop with the reason why
Is that my dear servant, Hydrangea I
see standing at your side?
“Maybe it isn’t so”, I think,
noting how loyal she is
Though, that hairpin
you buy implies a gift
She’d turn against me
even with knowledge of my claim?
She’d try to take you from
me, has she any shame?
Lotus gazed at the hair pin now in their possession, made of gold metal and silk flowers topped with pearls. It was such a lovely pick, this was perfect. Exactly what they needed to complete their outfit, oh Hydrangea looks like you completed your job above and beyond. Of course, while…taking punishment for stepping out of line, oh well~. This is what happens when you try to steal their mate.
Their garden continues to grow ever so lovely, this new fertilizer they’ve been using works wonders~. Hmmm, where their nails always painted red? They’ll have to clean up before completing the finishing touches.
But as always, “Concentrate”
I say and stay playing
Mandolin clutched tightly
while I strum deep into my thoughts
How odd, were my nails
always covered in this color?
No concern I must return staving of boredom
Lotus stared at themselves in the mirror wearing the completed ensemble, grinning ear to ear with glee. Yes, they truly looked perfect, a masterpiece themselves as they even repainted their nails from pink to red properly. They’ve grown tired of waiting for you to come back to them, grown tired of seeing you with other cookies. They’ll seek you out themselves and bring you back home to the palace by force, rather you like it or not.
“Be patient my dear, I’m coming to get you myself~.”
For the first time in many years they left their beloved palace, slithered through their paradise to find you. Finally, you entered their sights, they lit up with an obsessive joy as Lotus approached as carefully as they could in their excitement. You took notice of them with shock, seeing the legendary dragon standing before you. Ever so quickly you bowed your head in respect.
“Hello Great Dragon, it’s an honor to meet you.” You said…a very poor choice of words.
Once a draft and at last complete,
I’ve created a masterpiece
You won’t return, but I know
you just need a bit of force
Please be patient as I
leave to find you myself(”Strings, not string”
my sibling would say to me,
“Like a dragon and their mate,
teamed for eternity”)
The crimson kimono
and purple obi,
Go perfect with this floral pin,
I put each on and beam
Those presents present you
with a dragon unbeatable
Don’t you love it?
Aren’t I wonderful?
What did you say to them…? They felt their eye twitch again, a growl escaped through their smile. You act as if you’ve never seem before? The confused look on your face…slowly turned to one of horror as their nails grew sharp into talons.
…Sounds like my paradise
was brought down to its knees
Somebody has killed a
cookie, wonder what it means
Luckily, there’s no grief
from their dearest friends
Tragically, each has died
in the crime of the century
Yes, it’s a tad sad, but more
so are the things you said
“Hello.” and “Great dragon it’s an honor to meet you.”
Lotus was brushing their hair as they got ready for bed, normally Hydrangea would do this for them but she mysteriously disappeared. Oh well, they can handle just fine without her help. They will admit they were disappointed in you and how you treated them, acting as if they were but a stranger to you. How absurd, they hadn’t meant to scare you of course and they love you ever so much still. They forgave you of course, you just needed a bit of convincing to come home!
Oh dear, it seems they spilled some of the red polish onto their hands. Now when did that happen? No matter, they’ll clean up and play a little song for you before they go to bed~.
just what went through your head
Treating me like one
you’ve never seen
Treating me like one
you’ve never seen?!
But as always, “Concentrate”
I say and stay playing
Mandolin clutched tightly
while I strum deep into my thoughts
Even if these nails
have a habit for bleeding,
Care for them well and they’ll
cut cleaner to your needs~.
It took some time before they calmed the cookies of Lotus paradise again, there were no murders the outsiders just left. It should matter not they weren’t part of this community. And you? Well, you had moved into the palace of course and didn’t want to be seen by anyone other than themselves, after all…you make the perfect center piece to their garden~.
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Hetalia x the weathered head at Onigashima
Based on the song : "The Weathered Head at Onigashima" by Kamui Gakupo.
Warning : This particular story takes place after the events of the Tailor Shop on Enbizaka. In the story , there will be mentions of decapitation and murder. If you are sensitive to subjects like these,better don't read it.
New characters :
Priestess/ Tailor's actual wife : nyo!Switzerland
Lone boy: Holy Roman Empire
In the center of Onigashima , where Enbizaka was located, a severed head was displayed on an execution site. Its dark brown and bloodstained hair was blowing in the wind, smoothly flowing side to side.
"What crime did this head commited"? a traveling priestess with long blonde hair tied in two braids and green eyes asked the people. That woman's name was Adelheid Sudou and she was Probus' wife, with whom they had their daughter Erika , that died during the fire one year ago.
One of those people answered her : "It is said that a clothing store owner and her family were stabbed by this man's scissors".
*One day ago* :
[After the Enbizaka murder scandal, upseted the whole town , two soldiers caught the tailor Probus Sudou and lead him on front of the judge. The judge who was a very strict man started asking him questions.
"Are you that man? Are you Probus Sudou?"
Without losing time , Probus responded to him immediately :
"Yes sir, that's me!"
"Is it true that you murdered the clothing store owner, Sophia Miroku, her husband Antonio Miroku, her older son Lovino Miroku and her younger son Feliciano Miroku?"
"This is all true. I was the one who did it. I don't deny it!"
"And the reason , why you commited this horrible crime?"
"That woman was cheating on me with those three men. So i killed them and then her."
"Are you sure, that this is the actual reason , for your crime?"
"No matter how many times, you'll ask me this question , the answer won't change."
" So , you accept your guilt, isn't it right?"
"Of course! And I am ready to accept any punishment that will be deceived for me."
In fact no one knew, that if the tailor actually told the truth , it would lead to a bloody war, where many people would lose their lives. The terrorist and elitist Crimson Robbed Masses , was the one who caused the great fire of Enbizaka. And Sophia whose father before her, had close ties with this group , payed one of its members a large amount of money to cause that fire. She didn't want other smaller shops to antagonize her company and also lose costumers. This disaster costed many innocents' lives.
The judge had already decided that the punishment for the tailor's crime was going to be decapitation.
Few minutes later a young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes came holding a sword on his hand. He was no other than Karl the boy who was actually born from a tree and was raised by the tailor like he was his own child.
The moment that Karl was about to cut off his father figure's head he whispered :
"Please , forgive me for what i'm going to do right now".
After those words the boy took his sword and cut off the man's head, which was placed to the execution side in the town center.
Although some seconds before the execution , the judge allowed the man to see the boy , he raised as his own for a last time].
*Return to the time where this story's events are taking place* :
"This lovely man in the ballad , why did he kill those people?" Adelheid started wondering to herself.
That weathered man didn't say anything.
Yes , the head on display at Onigashima!
After losing her husband into the fire , she left to search for him , hoping he was alive and waited for her. It was then , she decided to become a priestess. Before the fire, she worked as a tailor just like him and even worked double shifts , when he was sick or busy with other things. Their marriage was genuinely a happy one and two years later , Adelheid gave birth to the fruit of her love with Probus. A lovely daughter whom they named Erika and she was the joy of their life.
Now , the priestess couldn't believe, that the severed head actually belonged to her beloved husband.
Memorial services for criminals were also part of the priestess' duties. So the next day the young woman visited the site where the head was displayed.
By the time the woman arrived , someone else was also standing there. It was a lone boy.
"Excuse me , young boy. What's your name?" Adelheid asked him ,when she noticed that child.
The boy looked at her and responded : "My name is Karl and it was me, who cut off this head".
"Are you trying to fool me, right now? " the young woman told him with a somewhat frustrated tone in her voice.
Karl stood without fear and comfirmed to Adelheid that everything he said to her was true.
"I am telling you the truth , he was a sinful man but also a pitiful one."
"Now i believe ,that you aren't trying to play any tricks on me" Adelheid said to him while the tone of her voice was calmer at this moment.
They paused for a bit and Karl explained to Adelheid, that Probus was the closest , he ever had to a parent figure. But in the end he couldn't save him. And he had a feeling of sadness , during this short speech of his.
The priestess and the boy joined their hands together and started praying for the young man's soul.
It was said that this man was such a skillfull tailor and he seawed an amazing tunic.
But now he lacked the arms to hold the scissors.
Yes , the head on display at Enbizaka!
No matter how beautiful the tunic was,
he couldn't wear it without a body.
This weathered man, didn't say anything.
Yes, the head on display at Onigashima!
Yes, the head on display at Enbizaka!
The end.
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