Fear of Mantodea (Yandere Mantis x Reader)

Stranger in the garden

The garden was a beautiful thing, filled with roses, lilies, and tulips alike. This was not a place for the stranger to be, but he nonetheless loved coming here. Throughout his life the stranger had always loved gardens. The bugs they attracted and the sweet fragrances they emitted seduced him into a trance like state each time he entered one. Of course mantis's weren't the ones to garden. Gardening was a beetles job.

The only time a normal mantis could have access to these gardens were either from the dangerous woods that surrounded the kingdom or from the beetles village when the mantis's just so happened to visit. It was much too long a wait for those ear occasions though. Well, this was why the stranger had to do these excursions anyway. He just had to sneak off into the dead of the night to get a chance to look at one of these lovely gardens. All it took was a little stealth and a more than generous bloodline. All too quick and all too easy for the stranger. Like a demon stealing a babe in the night.

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With an agile sprint in your step you jumped quickly from where you were at with a flutter of your broken wings. You looked around with due haste, but despite your best efforts to find whoever had tapped you on the shoulder, all you could find were the light delicate flowers that swayed gently in the wind. Your mouth dried; your heart, a beating drum within your breasts that would not stop in its intensity. Your eyes scanned the garden, again and again, assessing and getting ready for the slightest bit of movement. Your sister Maria would've called you a fool for keeping yourself on edge. You'd suppose the others in your brood with think little more than she did. Your mind couldn't linger on the thoughts much longer, you had the area to scan. Roses and tulips, lily's And daffodils, every flower that you could get your eyes on as you moved your head in a deaths watch.

Yet, you saw nothing.

Your breathing calmed down a bit as your hand went to your chest to calm down your heart. You assumed that the tap had just been a branch of some kind, a stray thing that flew and danced on the breeze softly. The wind did like playing tricks on one at the dead of night. Your wings clicked back under your hard shell. They were useless to you, but it was an involuntary reflex on your part. One that had been honed by years of flying blood within your veins, yellow and strong and fierce as a raging storm. Of course what would happen to a storm when kept locked down? Why it builds up and up until it can't be contained anymore until the day it gets provoked of course...

The wind sang a soft song to you as you sat down by the roses and played with their soft petals. These were your nights. Nights with the black sky far above head and the moons soft glow on your face. Nights where you didn't have to be hammered at by the insistent teachings of the mantis's and preached to by your parents about the word of god and of course the nights where the incessant bickering between your siblings finally drove you out of the house. Who was it this time? Sora and Daris? No, Henrick and Maria of course with their incessant squabbling. Sometimes you wondered if they were chitchatting birds instead of proud beetles of the L/n family. It was daunting to say the least, but you still loved them just the same. How could you not? Even if they could sometimes push you too far they were still your family right? A sigh pursed its way from your lips.

Perhaps the stress of everything was getting to you. That was usually why you came out to the gardens anyways. To get away from it all...Even though most of your species was social, you preferred a solitary life since that's how you had lived since you were a larvae. Even if they enjoyed the warm sunny days of summer; you preferred the cold chilly nights of winter. Maybe it was a side affect of your ashy blue palette. At least that's what other beetle families said. Funny though how they never seemed to say the same about your sister or brothers. Proud Henrick, the boy born to lead. Beautiful Maria and her trove of men and gossipers. Chattering Stella, the eldest and most outgoing of your lot. Lady Marilyn....The most deserving of you all. A smile came to your lips. You never fit in with any of them. You were too rough or questioning or even too fidgety for their ways. You couldn't help but think back to a particular fight with your elder sister from long ago. It was a sunny day, with the grass growing high and Maria's pride even higher than that. You particularly remembered a certain fraise she used. A reverse lady beetle was what she called you....