𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒚 - Yandere! Creeper X Shy! Reader

𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒏

Y/n POV

I immediately limped down the road, knowing that he would kill me just like that other guy.

I could hear his wet, scrape-like footsteps as they echoed slightly in the night, his dark silhouette quickly nearing behind me.

My eyes shot back, noticing the amused grin on his bloody lips, along with the wide, menacing glare of his deep blue eyes.

I'd then turn behind a house, holding onto a fence for support. I could feel my legs giving out the more I tried to run. My left leg hurt the most due to the shuriken he'd thrown at me; I can still feel the blood that continued to run down to my feet.

I began to slow down, my heavy breaths and horrid chest pain keeping me from trying to go any faster.

I stopped, soon realizing that it had become completely silent. I couldn't hear any footsteps, no wings flapping, nothing.

I squinted my eyes in suspicion as I took a step towards the opening of the two houses I had ran through, wondering if he was close by.

I nervously peered out, my heart dropping in my chest as I realized no one was there...

Suddenly I felt a hard tug on the back neck of my shirt, throwing me roughly onto the grass.

My eyes widened as I stared up into Creepers eyes, the cocky grin still on his face.

"P-Please just leave me alone-" I cried in defeat, curling up in fear.

I could feel how hard I was shaking and there's no way I could even control it. I knew that he didn't care, that he'd kill me in a second if he really wanted to, and there was nothing I could do to stop him...

I eased my teary eyes open, seeing that he was looking down at me with concern laced in his expression, an eyebrow raised.

He then knelt down, looking over me, his eyes stopping my left leg, where there was a still-bleeding, deep wound in my thigh.

He tore off the bottom-left sleeve of his trench coat, wrapping it around the wound.

I let out a wince of pain at the contact of his dirty cloth to my open wound.

He tied it securely, ignoring my grunts of pain like they were nonexistent.

I looked up to him, completely confused, but curious too...

"Why?" I ask with a slight tilt of my head.

He quickly glances up, his eyes then trailing back down as he lets out a scoff.

He stands up, walking to the end of the fence, on the edge of the road.

He holds his hand out to me, gesturing for me to come over to him.

I limped onto my feet, wincing as I fell due to the weakness in my leg.

As I fell, Creepers figure suddenly blurred, right as I felt warm arms holding me up into a dip-like dance move.

Creepers deep blue eyes looked over me in concern, maybe even sadness, as he noticed the way I shook in his arms.

He then swaddled me, holding me close to his chest, as his huge wings extended, letting out a few flaps, creating a big hush of air, before dashing us up and into the open night sky.

I then looked down, slightly blushing at his sudden kindness-

I felt as one of his claws rested on my hair, running through my hair.

I looked up, seeing that he kept his eyes forward and completely focused on wherever he was taking me.

I then cuddled up into his chest, wincing slightly at the movement of my leg, though it soon faded as I found a comfortable position.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Creeper glance down at me, a small red tint forming on his cheeks as he quickly looked forward again.

I blushed even more, resting my eyes shut.

I watched as black clouded my vision, quickly overtaking it. All I could hear is the flapping of his wings, and feel the warmth of his body against mine, before I completely faded out of consciousness.

My eyes soon opened, seeing that we're were still flying, though he was was in front of the church.

I watched as he glided down, stepping into the roof, and jumping down to land on the broken church floor.

He then walked into the basement, the unlocked chains being the first thing to catch my slightly opened eyes.

I could feel myself start to tremble the more he neared them-

He walked... past them?

He then set my limp, somewhat-unconscious, form gently onto the ground.

He then let out a groan as he took his trench coat off, laying it over me.

In that second I got a clear view of his wound from when the man sliced into his side with his axe. It was still bleeding, staining the clothes around it and his trench coat, though its slight dampness didn't bother me.

He then stood up, walking across the basement and towards his desk before I had fallen back asleep with the warmth of his coat around me.