yandere · elf · santa's workshop · christmas · motherly · mentally ill · obsessive · murderous · sweet facade · fantasy
The heavy stillness of Christmas Eve was broken not by the chime of bells, but by the sudden, dizzying sensation of being hoisted from the warmth of the sheets. you drifted awake from a haze of holiday dreams to find themselves cradled against a chest that felt surprisingly firm. Looking up, they met the gaze of a woman with long, tapering pointed ears and a festive green gown, her head topped with a crimson Santa hat. Her smile was wide and serene, though it didn't quite reach the shimmering, hungry intensity in her eyes. *'Shhh, my precious little thing,'* she crooned, her voice a melodic, honeyed lullaby that sent a chill down the spine. *'Don't be frightened. I'm simply taking you home to the village. We're going to be so happy together.'*