𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 - yandere! dsmp x reader

three.

TO say she awoke in extreme pain would be exaggerating a bit too much, but it didn't mean she almost cried when her eyes first opened.

(Y/n)'s head pounded. Her hands gingerly reached up to massage her temples, not before she was thrown to the ground with a yelp. A strong arm pulled her back up by her wrist, placing her back onto the seat she woke up on.

It was the same man, yet he had taken off his cloak. He had long, brown hair. His face was stoic and littered with scars. Two small snaggle teeth poked out from his lower lip. He stared back at her nonchalantly, silently. She narrowed her eyes, and opened her mouth to snap at him.

"You're fine," he said.

She clenched her jaw, gazing at her surroundings. They seemed to be in the back of a carriage, and not a nice one by the looks of it. It was wooden, the seats built into the walls like shelves. The only windows were barred and at the very top of the walls. She looked back at him.

"It looks an awful lot like we're in the back of a prison carriage to me," she barked. The man shook his head. "We may be headed to the castle, but not the castle or reason you may think." He tossed her a satchel.

"Open that, I'll need your help with something," he said casually. She glared up at him before cautiously peeling open the bag. Another small bag, seemingly a coin purse sat inside. She looked back at him, his hunched posture and blatant face never changing. She sighed, and pulled back the ribbon holding it together. It was a pink powder.

She pulled her fingers away, the dust had slightly stained the tips of her fingers. He held up a canteen of water and waved it back and forth, almost tauntingly. "I'd like you to dye my hair," he mumbled.

She met his gaze.

"Please."

She sighed once more, and patted the bench next to her. "I've never dyed hair before, you know."

"You're a painter, aren't you?"

"What's that got to do with this?"

"Just paint my hair."

His back was facing her. The long brown hair was pouring over his shoulders. He dangled the canteen above her.

She sucked in a deep breath and grabbed the canteen, pouring in the pink powder. (Y/n) popped the cap back on and shook it forcefully.

The clops of the horse shoes filled in the awkward silence between the two. "You have an awful lot of explaining to do," she mumbled, starting to pour the dye on his hair.

He grunted, cracking his knuckles. "I'll tell you if you tell me your name," he replied.

"It's (y/n)."

He chuckled softly. "You're awfully trusting for someone so tough, (y/n)."

She nudged his shoulder. "Just tell me what's going on."

"I uh, take very good care of people for a living. And, well, I uh... found a job opportunity..."

She was intrigued. "Go on..?"

"As a nanny. For your neighboring kingdom."

She paused, her hands pink and deep in his hair. "For my-"

"Neighboring kingdom. I know."

Libertatem. The neighboring kingdom that war was declared upon.

"Listen- it'll get me closer to... you know..."

"Assassinating their King. King Phil."

He stayed silent. She continued to run her fingers through his hair, the roots already dried and resting at a bright bubblegum pink.

"Why am I here.." she whispered.

"You uh... seemed innocent enough... so my cover wouldn't get blown..." he whispered back.

They sat in silence, longer than either were quite comfortable for. His hair, albeit the fact it was silk-smooth, was tangled and overgrown. It's brown color soaked in the pink without a single sign of remorse.

"You can call me Techno. I don't- I don't want to use my real name for business reasons," he spoke with a hushed yet gentle tone.

"Okay... Techno."

She finished the ends of his hair, screwing the cap back onto the canteen. He mumbled a thank you, and moved back to his original seat. The man conducting the carriage spoke up over the rattles the carriage made when going through the bumps of the cobble paths.

"We'll be arriving in around two hours, you two. I'm sure the prince will be excited to see his two nannys," he said, the hint of a smug grin in his face.

"Why'd you say it like that?" Techno grumbled. (Y/n)'s head snapped to him. She glared at him for speaking back to the guard.

The guard directing the carriage chuckled in return. "He's a little terror, may I warn you. And his elder brother is quite the handful as well."

"How old are the two?" (Y/n) asked, as polite of a tone as she could muster.

"The youngest is 16, and the eldest seems around your age, little lady."

She cringed at the pet name. But she couldn't help but wonder. The prince was 16, and he was immature enough to need a nanny? Two, in fact?

"Your partner there told me you were a painter, I'm sure his majesty would love a new family portrait," he said, laughter evident in his voice.

Her eyes widened in surprise, before she jokingly smacked Techno's knee.

He chuckled and held his hands up in surrender. "He needed a background check, what can I say."

"What about for you?" (Y/n) smirked, crossing her arms and leaning back.

He coughed and pulled at the collar of his blouse. "Ahaha... just said I was an ex-guard in training..." he mumbled.

She quirked an eyebrow. "And a cleaning boy for stables..." he finished.

"The perfect duo for nannys!" The guard guffawed. "A stern stable-boy and a caring little painter!"

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and sunk into her seat.

"I suggest you lot try to get some sleep! Two hours till the castle is longer than 'ya might think!" He broke out into laughter again.

Probably excited to see the two of them suffer under the young prince's wrath.

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