Fairy Tail x Reader One-shots

Milk and Cookies (Yandere! Midnight x Reader) ||SONGFIC||

~Milk and Cookies~

•Yandere!Midnight x Reader•

|Dedicated to: |

{Song: Milk And Cookies By: Melanie Martinez}

( Y / N )

One, two, melatonin and he's coming for you...

"(Y/N), darling, come take your meds~!" he called, roaming the house holding a syringe. You held your breath, hiding in the closet. You didn't want to go to sleep. You didn't want to be here anymore. He scared you. This wasn't your best friend. You tried to calm down, but you couldn't help the bile that rose in your throat. You wanted to puke. The house smelled of blood and your body was covered in wounds. You didn't know how long you would last.

"Found you~"

Three, four, baby won't you lock the door

"Help me!" you cried, hoping you'd reach someone. No, you'd never reach anyone, as you were trapped. There was no hope for you. You banged on the windows, watching the people pass by. They couldn't hear you. Bulletproof and soundproof glass. He knew this day would happen, he planned everything.

Slam!

Your eyes widen and you turn around. A wide smile was on his face as you heard the click of a lock sliding into place.

"I'm home, darling."

Five, six, I'm done with this!

He killed them. He killed anyone close to you. You saw it on the news. Your family was dead. Your friends were carved. And they claimed you missing. You cried, and cried, wishing to be free.

"I did it for us, darling... They got in the way..." he claimed, his voice resounding from behind you. You turned around quickly, spotting his slit-like eyes. You held back the urge to scream.

Seven, eight, it's getting late, so close your eyes and sleep for days...

"Hush, little baby, drink your spoiled milk," he cooed, bringing the glass closer to you. You lurched and twisted, shaking your head and trying to get away from him. His head twisted to the side, seeing the empty orange bottle. "I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled..." He passed you a cookie, chanting, "Do you like my cookies? They're made just for you, a little bit of sugar, but lots of poison too..."

Ashes, ashes, time to go down. Ooh, honey do you want me now~

"You're fucking crazy!" you shouted, tears falling down your cheeks. He shushed you, placing a new piece of duct tape against your mouth. You screamed, seeing him pull out a box of matches. He flicked the match off the box and it lit up quickly. Click, click, tsss. You tried to lean away, but he grabbed your leg. He placed the burning ember against your leg and more tears fell, a scream of agony leaving your lips only to be muffled by the duct tape. You shook and thrashed around, but he had a vice-like grip on you.

"Ah, ah, ah~ Move too much and it'll hurt more," he smiled icily.

Can't take it anymore, wanna put you to bed, sing you a lullaby where you die at the end~

He was singing now. It would've been sweet if you hadn't known the terms. He killed everyone because you fell in love with someone else. Because you fell in love with Cobra. And now he was going insane. He loved you so much that it drove him to insanity.

Nine, ten, never wanna see you again.

Eleven, twelve, I pull off black so well.

They held a funeral for you and Midnight attended. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the color of black. He thought it fit to bring you to your own wake, so he made sure you were tied extra tight and that there was no way for you to talk. He put you to sleep again, but tape had kept your eyes open while you were asleep. He wanted you to have the image of your unfilled coffin seared into your eyelids.

Shit behind the curtain that I'm sick of sugarcoatin'

He woke you up, now knowing that you both were alone in the room. You looked around, seeing the empty coffin. His eyes held a dangerous gleam in them and you instantly felt terrified. He's not going to bury you alive, right?

"I'm gonna say this once and only once, my darling. Because you loved him, this happened. You could've lived happily with me, where everyone would still be alive," he pulled out a knife, "but noo, Cobra was just too good for you, wasn't he? Well, he's no longer here, is he? No "knight in shining armor," to save the day this time, (Y/N)! Just you, me, and this knife..."

Next time you're alone, think twice when you grab the phone...

You hurriedly snatched the phone from his coat pocket and got up and ran. He chased after you, his laughter louder than anything. You could only hear him and your heart. You dialed the number you knew so well, (B/F/N). It rang several times.

"Sorry, but this caller is either unavailable or this number is not in use," the machine answered. You dropped the phone as realization hit you. He killed everyone you knew, all of your friends, even your acquaintances, everyone that got in his way. You dropped to the ground, a loud, distressed cry leaving your mouth, alerting the few people left in the building. 

Ashes, ashes, time to go down. Ooh~, honey, do you want me now?

"Now, look what you've done, (Y/N). You're making me do my work ahead of time," he pouted, snatching you up. You cried and called, knowing at least someone would hear you now. But you knew they wouldn't get to you fast enough. He brought you back to the room.

Can't take it anymore, gonna put you to bed. Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end.

"No, no, no, please! No! Midnight, please!" you cried, pushing at his hand on your wrist. He growled from frustration and slammed his other hand down onto your hair, grabbing a fistful and hauling you to your casket. You cried and cried, but your cries seem to go in one ear and out the other. You didn't want to die, not like this, not now. "I don't wanna go..." He threw you into the coffin and ran over to the closet, pulling out a bottle of gasoline. He popped the cap and started to throw the liquid everywhere, on you as well. He threw the gasoline at the door and moved towards you, pulling out the knife.

Ashes, ashes, time to go down. Ooh, honey, do you want me now?

"No, please, Midnight! Please!" you cried as he raised the knife above his head.

"I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna put you to bed. I'll sing you a lullaby where you die in the end," he cooed, bringing the knife down. It almost felt painless, but your world faded to black almost as if nothing had happened. Your hearing was still clear so you heard the sounds of the police banging on the door and the familiar sound you hated.

Click. Click. Tsss... Fwoosh.

A/N

ANYBODY NOTICE THE TENTH DOCTOR DEATH REFERENCE?! I'M SCREAMING AT MYSELF FOR EVEN ADDING THAT.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!