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‧₊˚ ┊the ex

pairing _ yan. ex x reader

tw _ slight gore (if you squint), kidnapping

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"THUMP-" ... "BANG-" ... "THUMP-"

The violent sound of fist against wood reverberated throughout your home. The beats were desperate and angry, conveying months of sorrow and heartbreak in one force.

"Please- baby!" Your ex, Brody, crooned, voice muffled by the door.

"Can't you see what you're doing to me?!"

You pressed your hands to your ears, desperate to drown out all the noise, to no avail. His wails and pleas were all that you could register. You had only broken up with him a few months back, to what you thought was for both of your benefits. He had never shown an ounce of interest in you, even when together. His eyes had a habit of roaming; seeking sexual release from anywhere but his own partner.

He was nothing more than a liar and a cheat who took surprising pleasure in seeing you wallow over him. It wasn't until he saw how happy you were without him that something within him broke.

You were supposed to be sad, not smiling and laughing with another man. Not when he couldn't get over you. Not when memories of you and your face looped in his mind's eye each time he closed his eyes. It made a fire spark in his gut. A violent and gluttonous flame that ate away at his very core, leaving hot, irresistible desire.

He didn't even flinch when you caught him. Covered in your lover's blood. The man's body, having the life gutted out of it, laying lifeless on the concrete. Blood clotting at the inflicted wound.

He seemed satisfied even when you screamed and ran. Having regained his perceived power.

You tentatively lower your hands from your ears, pulled from your thoughts by the sudden silence. A small hope blossomed in your chest. But it was crushed by the heel of reality with the sound of glass shattering.

He got in.

From your hiding spot, you could hear Brody's labored breathing. You prayed he couldn't hear yours.

"You might as well come out now, baby!" He pauses sucking in a despeerate breath. "You won't like it when I have to find you myself..."

Another crash interrupted the silence of the night. Then another and another. You cringed, imagining the carnage that he was inflicting on your living space. Some of the pieces are antiques that you had inherited from your parents, now at the mercy of a madman.

"I know you're here, babydoll!" his laugh bounces off the walls. "You can't pretend this time!"

You can do nothing but listen as he continues to tear your house apart, looking for you. His heavy footfalls sound upstairs, and you debate venturing outside your hiding spot to run. But not wanting to risk it, you stay in place.

Not too long after, he makes his way downstairs, a low hum escaping his lips. "Oh, I know..." In a sudden rush, he yanked the closet door open, pulling you out.

You gasp and sputter as he throws you to the ground with sickening ease. He keeps his knees and elbows right at the point of your joints to make you immobile.

He swoops into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin as if it were his lifeline. "God, I've missed this."

"Let me go!" You yell, desperate to get out of his hold, but it only makes him tighten his hold. "I'm not letting you go this time, doll face. Not ever again."

[mwomeo]

If you open a taglist can I please be added ♥️

I haven’t thought about a tag list just yet. But if I ever create one, you’ll be the first one on it <3

[mwomeo]

‧₊˚ ┊the prince

paring _ yan. prince x reader

tw _ slight Nsfw

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The heat waved and ebbed, intense enough to be like a mirage in the desert oasis. Your knees burned and ached, being forced to kneel on the hot stone before the jealous prince. It had been an hour of this, but it was clear he still wasn't satisfied by the pout of his lip.

You had made the mistake of speaking to a servant boy when he asked you if you had desired more wine. Somehow, in the prince's twisted mind, this was enough to warrant the onslaught of the summer's heat and the brutalization of your knees.

He had always been possessive with his belongings even as a child, but it had worsened with age. You were his betrothed, destined to be wed beneath the gods at the sun god's temple.

You lifted your head just enough to meet the prince's gaze, "May I get up now, my prince?" Your voice is rigid and coarse, no doubt from the lack of water. The prince crosses his arms and looks down at you from his throne-like seat. "I Dont know. Have you learned your lesson, my love?"

You nod curtly, "Yes... I have."

The prince leaned forward in his seat, a dark light beginning to twinkle in his eyes. "Prove it." Following his command, you stagger to your feet, crashing down on your knees once again right at his feet. Then, like you were taught, you kiss the face of his feet, in the middle of the gold chain that connects his middle toe to his ankle. Then you make your way towards the bangles that sit right above it.

The prince practically melts in your touch, the cruel mask he had shown you before melting. He stifles a groan as your lips travel up his body, eventually meeting his lips in feigned passion. You use every trick in your arsenal to make him bend to you. Moving your tongue just the way he likes it. He's weak to you and to you alone. He can hardly contain himself as he presses his body to yours. Grinding against you like a desperate dog.

You break away from him, painfully aware of the servants watching. "Will that suffice?" he looks at you with pure longing. His brattiness long overruled by lust.

"Yes.."

[mwomeo]

Absolutely obsessed

If its alright, can i request platonic yan royal advisor x princess reader who is next in line for the throne?

(Also, platonic smooch <3)

platonic yandere! royal advisor x princess!reader concept :3

ty for the platonic smooch <33

warnings; fem!reader so she/her pronouns are used!! read at your own discretion!! yandere behavior, infantilism...

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platonic yan! royal advisor who is so manipulative. but just subtly manipulative. goes unnoticed to most people, especially reader. reader practically grew up with him by her side, so if people question reader on why he's so... controlling, she just says it's in his nature!

platonic yan! royal advisor who was once just reader's advisor. only ever appearing when she really needs it. but it starts to morph into something else. he noticed how reader's father, the king, prioritized the kingdom over his own child. it irked him to no end how lonely reader is, so he took it upon himself to take the role. as father, of course.

platonic yan! royal advisor who's 'advice' become commands, orders. he's telling reader what to do. eat her vegetables, go to bed early, don't talk with that particular maid. she's not a good influence.

platonic yan! royal advisor who can't even keep his obsession subtle anymore. every time reader gets too close to someone his eye twitches and he immediately moves to get reader away from whoever she was talking to.

why? oh don't question it sweetheart! he's much older than you and knows better, plus he's royal advisor for a reason right? so just listen to him and be a good princess, hm?

platonic yan! royal advisor who gets annoyed...? when reader tells him that she doesn't want to be controlled, by her own advisor no less. telling him that she's fed up with all the times he's stopped her from going out because of how dangerous it is to wander outside the castle walls. at times physically stop her. literally locking reader up in her room. for safety.

platonic yan! royal advisor who claims that all the times he's told reader not to go out is because he's trying to keep the future queen safe. it's all for her safety of course. if he had it his way, reader wouldn't become queen. what child would be fit to become queen anyways? far too young. too naive. at least he's here, right?

platonic yan! royal advisor who manages to convince reader to keep him as her royal advisor. he's been nice and helpful for so many years, and reader needs him so that she can rule her kingdom properly right?

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‧₊˚ ┊the barbarians

pairing _ yan. Barbariens

tw _ mentions of cutting

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You're awoken by the not-so-subtle pulse of a drum beat. Beneath you, furrs cushion you from a stiff cot. A headache ebbs at the edge of your temples as you squint, attempting to gain your bearings. You remember a battle, blood, and a wound that was supposed to be fatal.

Your hand flies to your throat, which is covered in a foreign material. Pain blossoms in that moment, as if it waited for you to notice. Your clothes are gone, leaving you bare and exposed. You immediately pull the furs up to your chest, horrified and confused. The tent you have found yourself is much different than the one your kingdom had provided for the war effort and far more grandiose.

Your eyes catch on a tunic embellished with jewels and gold.

Were you supposed to wear that?

Tentatively, you slipped off the cot, carrying the furs with you. You searched for your actual clothes. Hoping your captor, or captors, were decent enough to return them to you and not leave you with something so... flashy.

Yet the god of luck did not smile upon you, and you reluctantly held up the gaudy garment. Wherever you were, you couldn't stay, and to leave, and to do that you needed clothes.

The garment is silk against your skin as it cascades down your body, brushing against the floor. It's clearly expensive, and you wonder how many shillings it must have cost to obtain it.

Taking a deep breath and stepping outside. A world of red and leather greets you. You shudder at the realization that this must be one of the enemy camps. The temporary home of the people hell bent on destroying you and your home.

But despite your status as the enemy, no one reaches out to restrain you. Instead, you are gawked at and looked at with reverence in their dark eyes. It's confusing and foreign as you feel yourself shrink under their gaze. You push forward through the crowd, reaching the heart of the camp, and you see two tall figures against the flames of a hearth. They look like gods, the man rough but polished, and the woman a sort of beauty you had never seen in your homeland.

The woman's eyes catch yours, a mind-melting smile gracing her lips, "deam nostram" she practically purrs, reaching out and holding you as if you are the most precious thing on earth. The man follows suit, grabbing your jaw and looking into your eyes.

Memories rush to you, as your stomach does a nose dive. The long scar that rides his chin to his jaw is all too familiar. He's the man who slashed your neck. He tried to kill you.

You fight to get out of their arms, pushing them both away. "G-get away from me!" shock flashes in both their expressions before it snaps back to control. The Man takes a step forward, but the woman stops him with a hand splayed on his chest.

"We won't hurt you if that's what you think. You are the destinatus, the destined. You belong to all of Latium and especially us."

You shake your head, trying to make sense of the situation you have found yourself in. "No, no. You must be mistaken. I'm not anyone, and certainly not your destined."

The man speaks up, his voice gruff and dripping with an accent. "I've seen it myself. I cut the life from you, but here you stand. Alive. Breathing. You're sent from the gods."

You stand there, slack-jawed. Trying to grasp at reason to ground you. This couldn't be true, but the man wasn't lying, he did slit your throat.

The woman reaches for you once again, her approach much softer this time. "You must be hungry, you were resting for several moons. I'll have my handmaid feed you."

She dips down to your ear.

"Then I do hope you will join us in our cot."

You shiver as she presses a kiss to your head, and the man strokes your hair.

"But I dont even know your names!" A giggle erupts from the woman, and the man gives you a sliver of a smile. "I am Carasa, and this is Agustos." You nod slowly as a short woman takes your hand, no doubt Carasa's handmaid. "This way, destinatus, a hot meal awaits you.”

You're left with the amused faces of the Barbrains leaders as you are tugged away. Uncertain and painfully lost.

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‧₊˚ ┊the dragon

pairings _ yan. dragon x reader

tw _ mentions of abduction

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There’s a certain horror that comes with a creature so ancient. The knowing eyes that has seen the crash and fall of time. The leer of a seasoned predator that has leveled its fair share of defenseless villages.

You’re practically folded in on yourself as you try to conserve body heat in the freezing temperatures of the cave. The creature didn’t have to speak for you to understand its order, “Stay or else.”

There was no room for grief in the storm of fear you have found yourself in. You can’t seem to decipher if your merely a snack for later or really are the beasts pet.

The reality of how truly powerless you are to this ancient beast is nearly enough to break you. There is no hope. No home to run to. No certainty that the beast wouldn’t torch down any village that you could possibly seek refuge in.

You're drawn from your thoughts by the unmistakable sound of the beat of wings against air. Your heart rate spikes, beating so fast you fear it might leap from your throat. The whole cave quakes as the mass of scales and flesh meets the ground.

You don’t leave your hunkered position as you stare up at the dragon, who’s holding two cows in its ginormous maw. You bite back a scream as it drops one of them before you with a sickening splat. Then it swallows its own, the bulge of the animal visible as it tracks down its gullet.

You squirm as it fixes is slit gaze on you, like it expects something from you. It wants you to eat.

“I-i can’t eat that… It’s not cooked o-or cut.” The dragon chuffs. You guessed that it was its version of a scoff. There’s a pause before the dragon lowers its head, opening its maw, tongue curling. You instinctively back up, fire seeps from its jaws, completely incinerating the cow corpse. Your jaw hangs open as the beast takes its sharp talon and rakes it across the meat. You supposed the stories were true. Dragons are truly intelligent. It understood you.

Once finished, the dragon raises its head expectantly. You shuffle forward, taking in the cattle’s charred body. You bet it’s unpleasant to eat, but you don’t complain. Gingerly, you slide a piece of meat from the hide. You take a bite slowly, masking your disgusted reaction to the charred flavor.

You shove piece after piece in your mouth, unsure of when you’ll be able to eat next, all the while the dragon watches. By the time you're done, your throat aches for water. Rushing to one of the puddles caused by the stalagmites, you gulp down a generous amount.

The cave quakes as the dragon settles its barbed tail, swishing, causing a few rocks to tumble out of place. As your eyes meet, a silent command brands itself in your brain, “Come here.”

You falter for a second, unsure whether to fulfill the beast’s command. But against your better instincts, you stumble toward the black mass. Gingerly, it lifts its wing, leaving you a crook to nestle into. Awkwardly and with some lingering fear, you shakily drop to your knees and crawl into the space:

It’s far warmer than the cave and you feel part of yourself finally relax. Sleep pulls at your consciousness, though fear keeps your heart racing and eyes open. With a gentle swish the dragon lays its wing once again and your shrouded by darkness.

The dragon yawns, and all you're left with is its steady heartbeat and your racing thoughts.

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