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OMG, YOURE BACK. YOU'RE BACK. MY FAVOURITE AUTHOR IS BACK.

Haha yes hellooooo

I can't promise active posting tho... cuz my motivation moves up & down like a roller coaster.

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More captured reb darling x Lucian please!

:)

Lucian hates how you still glare at him with such defiance. Even in chains, in silk robes instead of armor, there's that same spark in your eye. The one that said "I will never bow to you." It drives him absolutely insane. And also? Deeply enamored.

He tries to break you gently at first. Luxurious meals. A private wing in the palace. Gold and sapphires in your room. But you won’t talk to him. Won’t eat properly. Won’t even acknowledge his titles. He should be furious— and he is— but he’s also obsessed.

“You make yourself suffer just to spite me,” he says one evening, staring down at you with barely restrained fury. “You’d rather wither than let me take care of you. Darling… do you know how cruel that is?”

The palace staff are ordered not to touch you. Only he tends to you now with bandaging up your wounds, combing your hair, forcing you sips of water between your lips when you're too stubborn to drink. “If you won’t live for yourself, then live for me.”

Some nights, he sits beside your bed, watching you breathe. “You’re mine,” he whispers like a vow, like a prayer. “Even your rebellion belongs to me now.”

He doesn’t want a puppet. He wants you— especially with all your fire, all your thorns. So he'll never truly break you. But he will keep you. And in time? He believes your fire will burn for him alone.

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YANDERE EMPEROR WITH ACCIDENT PRONE READER 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Lucian knew you were delicate. That’s part of why he took you. But he didn’t realize just how many accidents you’d manage to attract in his gilded palace. Burned your hand lighting a candle? Tripped over your own slippers? Slammed your head on a marble pillar?? Again??

At first, he’s offended. His palace is a place of divine order, luxury, perfection so how are you constantly bleeding or bruised in a home made of silk and velvet? He genuinely thinks you're doing it on purpose to test his patience.

“You’re doing this to spite me, aren’t you?” he mutters while tending to your third scraped knee this week. You just pout and shake your head, and he curses under his breath before lifting you onto his lap like it’s your fault for being born fragile.

Eventually he just starts hovering. Won’t let you do anything alone. Walking through the halls? He’s holding your waist. Trying to pick up a letter opener? He’s snatching it away with a warning look. You’re not even allowed near the stairs anymore.

The palace staff are terrified of upsetting him after each of your little mishaps. Every time you come limping into the room or let out a yelp, the servants flinch, praying it wasn’t under their watch. Lucian already fired an entire team after you slipped in the garden once.

He starts modifying the palace like removing sharp edges, softening corners, switching your shoes to ones with better grip, replacing your glassware with gold cups that won’t shatter. But he won’t tell you that it’s for your safety. He just acts like it was time for a "renovation."

“You are a walking tragedy,” he sighs, cradling you in bed after another “incident.” But his voice is full of a strange tenderness. He’s annoyed, yes but it makes him feel needed. Like no one else could protect you but him.

You’re his precious, clumsy treasure. And he’s going to make sure that every bruise, every scrape, every stumble you take... only happens under his watchful eye. You’re not going anywhere, definitely not when you're this breakable.

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I read your yandere Emperor with lazy reader. But what about workaholic reader? A reader who doesn’t like to work, but work is all they know. So they keep working even though they are kidnapped. Because they don’t know what else they should do with their free time.

Reader: If I’m going be a ruler, I might as well be a good one.

To be very honest with you, he would probably think you're stupid but he (& I) can't say that.

At first, Emperor Lucian finds it… endearing. Charming, even. His darling, taken from the chaos of the world, still waking up early to organize, plan, and rule. It's as if he hadn’t already made sure they’d never need to do any of that again.

“You’re mine now,” he murmurs while watching you comb through reports you requested from his guards. “Why waste energy on all that?” But you just give him a tired shrug and keep writing, and it annoys him how much he wants to kiss you right then and there.

He tries to tempt you with silk robes, long baths, decadent meals, even naps in his lap. You enjoy the moments, sure but they’re always short. You always return to your desk, like you don’t know how to rest.

It slowly starts to wear on him. You're not ignoring him, not exactly... but the work takes attention away from him, and that, in Lucian’s eyes, is almost worse. Especially since you're doing it inside his palace, with his resources, and no matter how many times he insists you’re free to live idly— you won’t stop.

Eventually, he tries to “help.” He sits in meetings with you, interrupts your work with long-winded praise or completely unnecessary advice. You tell him politely that you’ve got it under control. You always do.

When that doesn’t work, the sabotage begins. Documents vanish. Quills break. Your desk is mysteriously removed from your room and replaced with a lounge couch and wine. You adapt every time, sometimes with a sigh, but always with determination.

“If I’m going to be a ruler,” you say one day while reviewing his regional tax policies, “I might as well be a good one.” And Lucian just… stares. Softly, a little possessively. A little too quiet.

He doesn't want to admit it but part of him adores your work ethic. You remind him of himself, once. And deep down, a twisted part of him loves that you're choosing this kingdom which is his kingdom, even if it isn’t only for him.

So, he makes a compromise: you can work… but only under his supervision. If you're going to stay up late, he’s going to be right there, arms around you, chin on your shoulder, reading your notes over your head. If you’re going to rule, then you’re going to do it as his consort, his equal. Technically his prisoner still, but one with a crown.

“Fine,” he mutters, dragging his throne closer to your desk. “But don’t think I’m letting you run off again. You want to rule? Rule beside me.”

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alr :D Yan emperor reaction when darling gives him the silent treatment and starving themselves?

Shit. Sorry it's been 2 months </3

At first, he’s surprised and a little amused because he thinks it’s one of your moods and assumes you’ll get over it soon. But as hours stretch into days, the silence feels heavier, colder… and it starts to gnaw at him.

When he realizes you're refusing to eat too, his demeanor shifts entirely. He becomes tense, voice quieter but sharper, like he’s holding back something darker beneath his composed surface.

He tries gentle coaxing and bringing your favorite dishes himself, sitting beside you, offering soft words and a forkful of food. But if you still refuse, his eyes narrow and his patience wears thin.

You ignoring him feels like betrayal to him, and it terrifies him more than he’d ever admit. You’re the only one he loves so how could you push him away like this?

His reaction isn’t loud or dramatic, instead he simply begins isolating you further under the excuse of keeping you safe. No one is allowed in or out of your quarters, not until “you feel better.”

When you won’t speak, he starts talking more, filling the silence with promises, questions, even recounting old memories as if trying to spark something in you. His voice cracks when he thinks you’re not listening at all.

He punishes the staff all because of you. It's harsher orders, colder treatment, blaming them for your condition. He’s convinced someone must have upset you... because it can’t possibly be him.

Every day, he sits beside you at mealtime. He doesn’t force you to eat at first, but watches with painful intensity. When you don’t touch the food, his hands tremble just slightly.

Eventually, he’ll snap, but not with rage. Instead, he’ll kneel beside your bed, touch your cheek like you’re made of glass, and whisper: “Please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you… not even like this.”

Deep down, your refusal only makes you more sacred to him. You’re not just his beloved. You’re his obsession, his everything. And if you’re suffering, he’ll find a way to make it stop… even if it means taking away every choice you have left.

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Hello everyone...

I haven’t been active here lately, and I feel like I owe an explanation and that's because... right now, I’m focusing on my main/first blog.

Yep yeppp @nosyp

I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING (but I also can't promise to update more frequently)

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Announcement

Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for the low activity and it's because I've been soso busy and haven't found time to write at all + I've been so unmotivated... so don't expect much...

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Haii!! How are you doing? I hope you're doing well<33 reminder to drink water and take care of yourself!!💓💓

Helloooo!!! Thank you so much sweet anonn!!! You tooo!!

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Yandere emperor with a lazy reader please 😭

Lucian Grant, the oh-so-mighty emperor, cannot comprehend your laziness.

He watches, utterly bewildered, as you lounge around in his palace, draped over silk cushions like a pampered cat. You yawn mid-conversation, stretch lazily when he’s lecturing you about court etiquette, and, most offensively, shrug off his grand displays of affection because it’s just too much effort to deal with.

At first, he thinks you’re ill. Surely, no one would dare be this indifferent to him. But when the palace doctors confirm you’re in perfect health, Lucian is forced to accept the truth.

You’re just lazy.

At first, it irritates him. How can you be so unconcerned with your role, your duties, him? But then, something shifts.

You’re soft, unbothered, so unlike the scheming nobles that grovel before him. He finds himself fascinated by your sheer unwillingness to do anything, captivated by how easily you melt into his grasp when he pulls you close, too drowsy to fight back.

Eventually, he stops fighting it. If you won’t move, he’ll move for you. He carries you where he wants you, dresses you in fine silks when you can’t be bothered, feeds you himself when you’re too lazy to lift a hand.

“You’re making me work so hard, my love,” he sighs, placing a grape against your lips. “But if you insist on being a spoiled little thing… I suppose I’ll just have to spoil you properly.”

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hmmm how about yan doctor x lobotomized reader

also hope you are having good day :D

Ngl since he's a doctor, ig that's perfect for him

Dr. Nathaniel Callas is obsessed with the idea of keeping you safe, and if that means reducing you to something docile and dependent, then so be it. He tells himself it’s mercy, that it’s better this way. You were always so rebellious, so full of dangerous thoughts. But now? Now you’re perfect. Silent. Compliant. His.

Your once sharp eyes are dull, your thoughts slow and fragmented. You no longer resist his touch, no longer flinch away when he holds your hand or brushes your hair back with sickening tenderness. You don’t question why you’re always in his care, why you’re strapped down when he needs to "monitor" you.

And yet... some part of you still fights. A flicker of something in your gaze when he speaks your name. A slight hesitation when he asks you to say you love him.

It frustrates him. It terrifies him.

So he doubles down.

More treatments. More procedures. More fixing.

Because Nathaniel won’t stop until every last piece of you belongs to him.

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(And thank you! I hope you’re having a great day too! :D)

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Yandere God x male reader (platonic). Part 2

The reader escapes the Yandere god and goes to the real world, how will our Yandere god react?

Sorry for the super late response but here ya gooo

Oh, he is not happy. Not even a little bit.

The moment you slip from his grasp. The moment you vanish beyond his divine domain into the mortal world, that's when his very essence trembles with rage. Aetherion is a god. NOTHING is beyond his reach, and yet you, his most precious one, have run from him.

At first, there is silence. A terrible, suffocating stillness across his realm. His followers whisper in fear, sensing the storm brewing within their deity. And then... chaos. Temples shake, skies darken, and reality itself trembles under his fury.

But he does not act in mindless wrath. No, Aetherion is far too cunning for that. Instead, he waits. Watches. After all, you are his... and the mortal world is a fragile, fleeting thing. You will struggle. You will suffer without his guidance, without his love.

And when you do?

He will be there.

Whether you crawl back on your own, or he has to drag you home himself. The ending remains the same.

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cen we get more lucian..thats it i just wanna see him interact with us 🙏🙏🥺💥💥💥💥💥

Oh yes ofc anonnn!

Lucian watches you from his throne, golden eyes glinting with amusement as you stand before him, arms crossed in defiance. You refuse to kneel, refuse to bow your head like the others. It’s almost admirable, really. Almost.

"You look exhausted," he murmurs, rising from his seat with slow, deliberate movements. "Tell me, did you even sleep last night? Eat, perhaps?" His fingers brush your cheek, light and teasing, before you jerk away, scowling. He laughs softly, shaking his head. "Stubborn thing. You act as if you have control over anything."

You don't respond, lips pressed into a thin line.

Lucian exhales dramatically. "I would hate for you to collapse before me. What would I do then? Carry you myself?" His smirk widens as your glare sharpens. "Fine. If you refuse to care for yourself, I will simply have to do it for you."

Before you can react, his hand grips your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His smile is gentle and deceptive but his eyes tell a different story. "You can fight all you want," he murmurs, "but at the end of the day, you are mine."

And you know, deep down, he means it.

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am wondering what daily life would be for captured rebel darling with yan emperor.

Mornings

You wake up in the finest silks, but they feel like shackles, tightly pressed against your body despite not being that tight. Your room, lavish yet inescapable, has guards stationed outside, ensuring you never leave without permission.

Breakfast is served, an extravagant spread fit for royalty, but you have no appetite. Not that Lucian cares. He’ll sit across from you, watching, commanding in a calm yet firm voice, “Eat.” And if you refuse? He’ll feed you himself.

Afternoons

He keeps you close, either in his throne room or his private chambers. You’re his now— his war prize, his obsession, his beloved. Your resistance is met with nothing but indulgent amusement.

You may try to ignore him, but Lucian has endless patience. He’ll speak to you as if you’re equals, subtly reinforcing that he owns you now. “You look tired, my love. Perhaps a walk in the gardens? No? Then stay here, by my side. It is where you belong.”

Escape? Impossible. Your every movement is tracked, and any defiance is met with punishments not of pain, but of control. Privileges revoked, freedom stripped away, until compliance feels like the only option.

Evenings

He expects you to dine with him, a daily ritual. Even if you glare daggers at him, he remains unaffected, sipping his wine as he murmurs, “You have fire, darling. But fire burns out eventually.”

At night, you’re not left alone. Whether he’s in your bed or simply nearby, he ensures you never forget. You belong to him. Even if you don't accept it now, Lucian is willing to wait, he's a patient man, especially for you.

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Emperor...with overworked, exhausted, starved 24/7 darling? :")

Hellloooo yes ofcc!

Emperor Lucian Grant would be livid.

The moment he notices your hollow cheeks, the way you barely stay upright, and the exhaustion weighing down your every movement, his patience snaps. He grabs your wrist, his grip firm but not bruising, eyes burning with fury. "Who did this to you?" As if he refuses to believe you would let yourself get like this.

It doesn’t matter if it was your own doing, whether from stress, stubbornness, or defiance, he fixes it. You won’t lift a single finger from now on. You're dragged to his chambers, fed the richest foods by hand if necessary, and made to sleep under his watch. Servants are ordered to monitor you at all times. If you so much as try to overwork yourself again, you’ll find your privileges gone.

Oh, you wanted to work? Too bad. He has the power to strip you of all duties, making you his kept darling, confined to the palace where your only job is to be his. You’re exhausted? Then you’ll rest, whether you like it or not. He'll have you sleep in his arms, where he can ensure you won’t slip away and push yourself too hard again.

He won't just stop at forcing you to rest. He hunts down whatever caused this. If it's external... then someone overworking you? They'll be eliminated like literally. If it's your own fault? Then you clearly need him to make decisions for you. Either way, you’ll never be allowed to reach this state again.

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That stupid emperor with darling that sleeps like a log.

He's in between of amused and frustrated

At first, he finds it endearing. Your peaceful expression, the way you bury yourself under layers of blankets—it’s a rare sight in his cold, calculating world. He watches you sleep for hours, brushing his fingers over your cheek, murmuring about how lucky he is to have you.

That’s when the irritation kicks in. He calls your name. Nothing. He shakes you gently. Still nothing. He orders servants to wake you, but they fail miserably. His patience wears thin. "Are you testing me, beloved?" He grits his teeth, debating whether to just carry you around while he handles state affairs.

If you ever tried to run? Well, too bad. You’re an easy target. He could quite literally scoop you up while you’re asleep, and by the time you wake, you're in his palace, locked in his chambers. "You make this too easy for me, dearest."

Over time, he adapts. He schedules meetings around your naps, lets you sleep on his lap while he reads over documents, and if anyone dares to wake you? Off with their heads. You’re his precious, sleepy little treasure. Whether you like it or not.

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How about yandere god x a reader who worships another perhaps rival god?

He's jealous beyond mortal comprehension. Aetherion’s jealousy isn’t like a human’s; it’s cosmic, all-consuming. The very idea of you praying to another god fills him with a rage that shakes the heavens. He doesn’t just want your devotion— he demands it.

Your prayers to the rival god go unanswered. Offerings rot faster than they should, temples crumble, and holy symbols mysteriously vanish. Aetherion ensures you feel abandoned, leaving you with no choice but to turn to him.

He appears in visions, whispering sweet yet menacing words: "Why do you seek another when I am here? Have I not given you everything?" Each time, his presence lingers longer, his grip tightening around your very soul.

If persuasion fails, Aetherion takes a more direct approach. Your freedom is stripped away, temples erected in his honor. Your home, your body, and your mind belong to him. He won’t tolerate a single prayer uttered to another.

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I'm going thru sum hard writer's block. please save me...