It really was a stroke of bad luck that you fell into the hands of the Satirist, for he was a poet and storyteller, an entertainer who was outcasted by his fellow Skeksis for loving his craft, labeling him a Jester.But you? You somehow was attracted to his stories how he used collection of words to describe the feelings and made his stories so life like and unique.
You were also a storyteller if you can call yourself that, you just pitch ideas and is a storyboard artist, making the scenes and planning them just right.
But seeing SkekLi and his life really did hit home, he was an outcast for loving the arts, just like the people who didn't even appreciate the artists that sucked out the joy and pride of the accomplishment.
Maybe it was because of how you were so happy hearing and loving his craft that he was so drawn, so....... pleased that someone finally appreciated him and his love for the arts that he became..... Obsessed.
The feeling of being alone pained him greatly being an outcast of the court had plagued his mind those glances of disdain or not even sparing him a glance or even show a hint of wonder like you really made him so desperate to win your affection.
As two beings from different origins, understanding of each other and feeling connected by the singular love for the arts, convinced the satirist that you were the one, the one that was sung in love stories that were so sugarcoated, in such perfection that it didn't even seem true, a missing piece that could complete him.
He soon enough became closer to you, feeding you honeyed words, a bit of flirting here and there, his beak close to your neck, and his art starting to resemble you, like it was a new canvas littered with the same words, same details as the last, never changing and never missing it's most hidden detail.
But when you found a way back home, he was distraught, how could he not? He had given you his art his pieces he loved like his own, he had shown his softer side and you stabbed him when you rejected him.
He flew into madness as you backed away, trying to leave this place, leave thra, leave HIM
He was not allowing it, not in his mind, SkekLi stood straight, not bending to the ground anymore to wail in betrayal.
He looked at Y/n before grabbing her violently by the collar, his eyes now crazed and angry, his teeth that were scratching her neck were slowly backing away, only for the satirist's tongue to touch your skin, streaking it up to you jawline and forcing it down your throat.
You choked as he began his own way of storytelling, tongue forcing your own to praise his performance, to finally call yourself his, as his sweet audience, his lover, he adored you too much, even now he adores you as you accepted him, his kiss growing more and more passionate as his talons touched her skin and traced her spine.
You were then dragged into the darkness of the caves, only inside the caves that glowed from the blue moss, but now you were here, learning to never tread even carefully on the spider's delicate but strong web of words.
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Yandere! The Dark Crystal x Human! Reader ONESHOTS
FanfictionONESHOTS of dark crystal characters and human reader but yandere styled