#Yandere Word Bearer

[kit-williams]

Sacrament of Sin

tw: Yandere, Religious kink, Corruption kink, Word Bearer, Dollification (or rather the desire to dollifiy), Lolita darling

The Demon in his mind saw his Lamb first. In the crowd of partitioners in the cathedral. Dedicated to a smaller warp god that could be easily brought into the fold. Jihias Kinreaver enjoyed bringing worlds in via peaceful means he enjoyed preaching much like his father had and while he was far from like his long dead brother Argel Tal in his union with his neverborn... He had felt its presence pull away from him during his sermon as he watch the Lamb shiver from the touch of the beyond.

She looked like a child... she reminded him of dolls his long gone grandmother would collect with their dresses so pressed with layers and frills and lace. The lace on the collar hidden under the white bow and the lace of the veil pinned into her hair as she sat in a pew listening with a frown on her face. Did his lamb not enjoy his speech? No he would learn it was the gods that he was bringing to the planet she did not find herself fond of.

It was the commotion after the Midnight Mass that caused him to leave his quarters and find one of his priests and his Lamb engaged in a debate. A large white bow clipped on the back of her head and another pulling on her waist resting perfectly crisp just above her rear. Her legs were covered in white stockings with shiny black shoes. He watched his Lamb fold her arms over her chest as a deeper frown formed on her face. "You're not answering me you're just repeating what your lord said! How are they suppose to help me? It sounds like they are gods for warriors."

He hardly paid attention to what the priest had said till he tried to slap the Lamb and was pleasently surprised as she instead grabbed his wrist and slapped him back. "You little-"

"Oh I'm sorry is that not how I'm supposed to worship the Blood god?" She hissed back. She tried to pull away but her eyes suddenly fell upon Jihias. And Jihias... did not feel like a shephard in that moment as his own golden eyes rushed over her form... Jihias felt like a wolf as he had to refrain from licking his lips at the way her eyes looked at him.

"Now what commotion do we have at this late hour. " He purred out as he walked over, his robes making him look slightly smaller... less imposing... less like a weapon of war and give him a far friendlier appearence.

"I was," She speaks up and pulls her arm away from his priest as she pushes the wrinkles in her skirt away, "I was trying to learn more. I don't see how these new gods are any better than the deity we already worship." Jihias looked to his the Lamb giving her his full attention as she spoke with her heart. Of course there were always members of a flock who were stubborn and required far more hands on help to get them in line. "You said that they were still fine to worship."

"That I did little one." He watched the way her eyes flicked over his form for a moment as he could feel the way his neverborn slunk into her shadow and practically pressed itself into her back... if the veil was thinner perhaps it would have manifested as well. it smells so sweet... its soul so refreshing... l̸̙͇̗͚͚͠ḙ̶͊̌̍̇͜͝t̶̛͈̩́̅̊ ̸̨͎̓̿̉̚̚͜ů̶͜s̵̞͔̭͊ ̸͓̮̞̂̈́̾̂̕t̴̳̒a̸̰̼̹̲͇̓̿̓͊s̷̛̰̤͗̒͒͋t̶͈̜͐̈͝ę̸̛̛͔̻̦̀̀ͅ ̷̫̈́̍͆i̸̮̱̍́̓̚͜t̶̡̡̖̖̾̓̚

Jihias smiles warmly as he places a hand on her shoulder feeling the way she tenses as the hairs on the back of her neck raise with each lick the neverborn does. She slides a hand over the back of her neck feeling the phantom tickles of a tongue that isnt there. "I just... don't see how they benefit me. They feel very intense and far more for warriors and if there isn't any harm in continuing to worship my deity then I will keep doing so."

"Of course little Lamb." He replies so sweetly as he would happily be there to scoop her up and save her from her own foolish mistakes. "But I can easily explain to you how they can help you."

"I wouldn't want to bother you my Lord... you are a space marine after all... I figured-"

"That you could get it from a far more human source?" He finishes her thought and relishes the flicker of fear in her eyes. His fingers flexing to make sure she can't just slip away like she did the other. "Of course, I understand your reasoning." He says turning slightly, his large hand spreading out across her upper back as he pushes her toward his loaned study. He can feel the way she tenses up... the way she gets jumpy... she can see the predator in his eyes.

A shephard doesn't just tend a flock for no reward now does he? What is the point of tending all the ewes and rams? To enjoy the fruits of his labors... to get the milk from the ewes and wool yes but sometimes he enjoyed the tender meat of lambs. Though she was hardly a lamb anymore right? More close to a maiden ewe... he could feel his neverborn press against her... test her... feel her flesh just teasingly behind the veil of reality.

"What do you think of the Blood Lord?" He coos out softly deciding to start there.

"A warrior god. I have no desire to cave in the skulls of others as that is left for the warriors." His Lamb replied as he could tell she was uncomfortable and very much hesitant to enter the room alone with him trying to take a step back.

"What of the Lord of Change?" He allowed her to resist entering the study.

"I don't have any magic and I have a very tarnished silver tongue so it hardly helps me." She countered back.

"What about the great Grandfather?"

"I don't see how causing people to become sickly and die helps?" She says with a whimper as she is finally brought into his study. He watches her take a seat in one of the chairs that is much too big for her looking like a children's toy left behind. Let us play with the doll His neverborn purred and he could feel the excitement rush through him as he knew his neverborn wouldn't handle this dolly gently.

Jihias handed her a cup of something warm just to help keep those tired eyes of her's open.

"And what of the Prince of Pleasure?" He asked clicking his tongue looking over at her shift uncomfortably.

"I don't very much like pain..." She says hoping that it would be enough for him.

"Understandable but what about his other side?"

She sighs as it's clear she is tired and perhaps a bit more crude than she was meaning to say, "I haven't had sex yet. Haven't found the right one yet so maybe if I find the right one then maybe the Prince might apply to me? I guess." She says before sipping the drink.

Jihias hid his predatory grin rather well. "Of course perhaps the prince could help you with that. It doesn't have to go to the extremes... I know your deity espoused moderation but perhaps with the other three that might... but alright but with the Prince it's all about feeling good and comfortable." His tongue clicked as he walked around the chair she was in. He could feel the Prince's influence as he thought back to the memory of dealing with the Drukhari and just how some of their victims were trapped in their own skin... helpless dolls. She looked pretty enough to be one. Oh his mind raced with what he could do while that poison was flowing through her system.

"Perhaps we could have this conversation another time? It's rather late." His little lamb brayed as his neverborn continued to lick at the untouched woman thought the veil of reality. She had enough of the strange feeling that Brother Jihias brought her... ever since the sermon she had felt watched and touched.

"Of course Lamb." He spoke with his warmest voice as he looked down at her, "I forget at times how necessary rest is for you mortals. But if you have any questions feel free to seek me out, won't you?" He and his neverborn channeled the seed into the back of her mind... the counterintuitive desire to seek him out for promises of something more.

He watched her delicate throat swallow air as she nodded. "Of- of course. Thank you for entertaining my thoughts." He watched her curtsy as she walked over to the door and quietly left. He could hear the way she took off running after a few moments and his eyes fluttered with pleasure as the predator was fully out now as she made the little mistake of r̸̟̘͎̲̒̇́͒u̵̜̮̣̹̘͐̔n̷̡̧̹̻͠n̶̪͕̒͒̔̀͝i̸̗̖̳̊͠͝n̵̺̲̍͝g̸̡̟̙̯͉̿̒̏̚͘

He was going to thoroughly enjoy r̵̘̥̻̠̃̕u̵̡͎͊̈́͑̉̎i̴̹̪͂̓̔̂̕n̶̛̻̋̂̕͘i̵̱̯̳͐̍͒̐͜ṇ̴̭̒g̶̲̗͑̒͐̕ her. The flock wouldn't notice one little ewe missing? She still played like she was a lamb who couldn't get in trouble... so would that make him the wolf or the ram? He chuckled darkly to himself as he unabashedly started to relive the ache between his legs. Oh he was certainly going to have fun.

[gremlingottoosilly]

The horror and the wild (Emperor!Konig x fem!Reader) Medieval Fantasy AU

You had a nice, simple life. Serve the princess, obey the princess, protect the princess with your life. You never thought that this nice, simple life would bring you to be kidnapped by the infamous Northern Emperor. Konig never thought that kidnapping a wife would be much easier than courting one. CHAPTER 1 Word count: 4906 Tags/Warnings: Medieval fantasy/Alternative European history AU, Age gap, Enemies(one-sided)to lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Forced marriage, Size difference(Konig is absolutely huge), Somewhat one-sided slow burn, Yandere Konig

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— I do not wish to speak about politics before breakfast!

— Your Highness, I’m afraid, politics would not be waiting patiently until you’re finished with your sweet pastries. 

— What do you mean? 

— The Emperor’s army is on our doorstep. 

The look on the face of the Princess – your Princess – was priceless. First, it was a surprise, her adorable features all twisted in a very unladylike gasp. Then, it was terror – the first time you saw her ever express that emotion since the palace was always clear of anything that could scare her royal highness, from mice and snakes, and up to severely ugly people(poor, poor Elvin – he’d a good life if it weren’t for his pointy slabby jaw). Then, and it was the final emotion on her illustrious face – it was anger. To nobody’s surprise, the anger was mostly coming at you. 

You see – you’re a Princess's most loyal handmaiden. Raised under her crib, going to the same classes, doing everything in favor of your royal highness, from warming up her jewelry and to trying the food first to see if it’s poisoned – your whole life’s goal is to make sure that the Princess is as comfortable as possible. You’re her shadow, her servant, the closest to a friend she can have – and if you were the bearer of the bad news, it’s only natural that she would be angry at you in the first instance, and not at the imperial army clashing down at your tiny bordering kingdom. 

— Where are the guards?!

— Judging by the screams I am not sure if there are any left in the outer levels of the castle. And if the King didn’t come with a usual note after breakfast, it’s safe to assume that he is more busy. 

With a trained movement, you quickly duck under the table when the Princess, naturally, throws a plate in your direction. You knew she wasn’t meaning it – your poor, innocent darling Princess, she was just as scared as you were but had not learned of how to hide her emotions under sarcasm and false calmness. Your job is to keep her safe – and calm – even if there is no royal family to serve anymore. You don’t want to think of the possible outcomes – King took you in, a simple peasant girl with no talents whatsoever, and gave you an illustrious education, the most sought job in the whole kingdom, and an allowance that would allow you to study in the real collegium, were they to accept women. You don’t want this place to fall in Northern Empire clutches – and you especially don’t want the Princess to learn the harmful ways of two pretty young women trapped in a castle full of enemy soldiers. 

— How could this happen?!

— I’d have an answer for this question, Your Highness, but you ordered to urn any mail from the Northen Empire. Perhaps, they send us quite a bit of war declarations before finally going down. 

Your hand goes to the side of your skirt, clutching on the suicide dagger – if something happens, you’d have to kill the Princess first, take the sin of killing oneself from her innocent soul – and then go down after her, hoping that your dog-like loyalty would allow you to serve her in heaven. 

The Princess has many things that she’d like to take with her to the afterlife. You better start preparing her package soon – this castle wasn’t built to be protected from the army of beasts, hiding under human skin – your kingdom never provoked any wars, always trying to search for the opportunity of negotiations – and now this comes to bite you right in your soft rear, without a sufficient amount of guards or a suitable army to protect itself. 

You’d pray for the god, but your god wants you to die. 

— Princess, we need to…

Before you could say anything else, an explosion erupts somewhere in the southern tower – the closest place to enter the Princess chambers. You can hear screaming, you can hear laughing – a foreign language, the one you are proficient with, but it never made it less barbaric, less harsh. These people talk like swords clangs against each other – like a harsh metal against your skull. You’d give up anything to not understand what they are talking about. 

There is something to be done before the soldiers arrive, finding only a few guards and two pretty, terrified young things. You might not be afraid of death, but you sure are terrified of what will come before their blades would slit your throat. You do not wish to die with blood between your legs. You do not wish that fate for the Princess either. 

“The Princess should be here.”

“Did Lord say anything about trophies?”

“Don’t take anything now. Tiger said we were never here – he would pay us later”

“What about…”

“Don’t kill the Princess either. Emperor want her to himself, remember?”

“Come on, are we here for a whore?”

“A royal whore, dumbass. Now shut up before Emperor hears you.”

They laugh and you can hear the Princess whimpering, crying softly – all of the layers of harshness are washed away with every tear rolling down her perfect cheek. You move to them as fast as you can – these stupid clothes allow you at least some freedom of movement, saved from the excessive decorations and expensive, heavy fabrics – you are only as few levels higher than cleaning rags. you could probably rip away the lower levels of your skirt and run – the Princess wouldn’t even be able to move without your hand steadying herself. 

You need strength to not slap her right now – you know that the pain on her perfect puffy cheek would help get her to listen, but nothing in your body moves to ever hurt her, no matter the cause. You push yourself to the door, thinking – your castle isn’t the highest one in the whole world, if anything, the Princess would be able to escape either via the window or the secret tunnels – but they would search for her, they would never accept defeat like that. Even if you’d stall them for long enough, pulling every bit of luck you don’t have – they wouldn’t stop if they had the goal of catching the Princess. 

— Your radiance, we have to go!

— Where? The castle is going to crumble any second now, and Mama and Papa are…

You press your ear against the tough wood, listening to the soldier’s speaking – language is even harsher now when the adrenaline runs through your veins instead of blood. You would give up anything to be strong – to have your dancing and embroidering lessons switched to sword fighting, to archery, to read dark arcana books instead of romance novels that you and Her Preciousness liked so much. Your hands are soft and delicate, only a bit harsh from occasional cleaning and serving – you’re a shame to any servant in the castle, a house pet made to entertain and please, not to fight and work. 

The Princess is a cherished treasure for your kingdom. Protected and hidden away, the King was smart enough to know that a royal gem like her would make all the old rulers of kingdoms surrounding yours go into a frenzy – so Her Radiancy wasn’t ever allowed to any royal mingling and balls until she’d reach the age of at least 21. Her birthday was next month – a small mercy, knowing that there was a possibility of never getting of that age. 

“Is that a Princess?”

You hear a woman – probably one of the higher members of the court, considering her high-pitched accented whimpers with a familiar voice. God bless her soul and dedicate her a quick death – you don’t want to think what would come of her if not for this prayer.

“Princess should be in her quarters. This one definitely doesn’t speak like a royal meat”

“How do we even know which one is the Princess?”

“She should speak like one. Would be easier if her family ordered a fucking portrait.” 

But…you were with the Princess your whole life. You know how to act like her, you know how she talks, how all royals talk. You know how manners, you know how to sing, how to dance, you received the education that allowed her to copy your study work and give it to her personal teachers – her own reflection wouldn’t copy her better than you would. 

You’re young, like a Princess, you’re pretty, almost like a Princess – and you’re loyal like a dog, itching to pay your debt to the royal family. 

— Your Highness! You need to run, please, just take the secret route through the walls and…

It was the most horrible moment for her to put her foot down.

— I…I live to serve the royal family. Dying for you will be the greatest of honors. 

— I will not just leave you here!

— They’d defile and kill us both, Your Highness. But if I just pretend to be you, they won’t come looking for you, won’t they? They would have what they wanted and you will be free.

— What about you? 

You’d feel hurt for how quickly she ran to the secret tunnel – if such feelings were normal for a servant to have. You’d feel betrayed if it wasn’t the life or death situation – if you weren’t putting on her dress as swiftly as possible before the soldiers would come running for you. It’s funny, how you always wanted to try her dress – how you were jealous of everything she had, even if you were the closest to her – you pride yourself in not caring about such silly mortal possessions, and yet, you always wanted to try something as beautiful as her dress. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror – terrified, small, ready to die at any point or to be hauled back to the Northern Empire like a piece of meat. Dress suits you, the bright pink would tell about innocence and radiance – but not it smells of blood and betrayal. If the soldiers thought that the Princess killed herself in her room, they would surely not think about trying to find her. 

You push the tiny dagger against your wrist, praying to all of your knowledge of medicine that your death will be quick and as painless as possible. You left out a silent prayer – knowing that the god would only welcome you after your death. 

Not a war, Horangi corrects himself – a massacre. 

***

Tiger of the North was fucking tired.

This whole mission – declaring war that no one seen and no one wanted, marching through the street without an army behind him, felt more like a bandit’s doing than something that a general of the best army in the world would do. This whole operation is a stunt, an order from the Emperor that no one expected – seriously, sometimes he still felt like a child with new, exciting toys. For all he knew, König never saw a Princess – yet, he sent his best men to take her out, not caring that this would mean a war on the bordering kingdom.

Not his fault this shithole didn’t even bother to reply to any of the Emperor’s letters regarding the marital status of the Princess. Not his fault they don’t even have a proper army – the king died, gutted like a fucking pig, and the queen followed soon after. Their unit can count less than 20 people, with royal hounds and other animals to help – yet, no one was able to foresee them entering the castle and butchering it. It’s a hunt, not a war or even an assassination – a hunt for the Princess, the useless fucking thing. 

If they’d only bothered to get at least some portraits – something to tell what she looks like. Perhaps, she is ugly, a mix of a toad that fucked a pile of shit. Perhaps, she is crazy and eats pillows and keeps her handmaidens' heads like a trophy. Perhaps, she don’t fucking exist and the king just didn’t want to say out loud that his dick was never working enough to produce an heir. 

— Search the quarters! I don’t want them to have time to know that their precious king is dead. 

The low rumble of König beside his almost makes him dart from surprise. He wears a mask, of course, not even trusting his people to see how he looks like – perhaps, he is as ugly as a toad that…ah, shit, he is using the same comparison again. 

A faceless ruler and a faceless Princess – a match made in heaven. 

— You think other kingdoms would send their condolences? 

— I’m sure that Price is already aching to write a congratulatory letter for the expansion of the empire. A nice addition to the title, ja? 

The emperor laughs, a sword in his hand, dark from the king’s blood. Horangi still doesn’t understand why he would decide to go on such a dangerous operation – if anything, they could haul the Princess back to the capital, or at least the nearest Empire territories – but no, König decided to go here himself, searching for a Princess that would, surely, not be worthy his attention. If this man didn’t want to marry all the options other kingdoms offered him, he surely wouldn’t be satisfied with a girl from this shithole of a country. Their land is barely enough for a normal castle, let alone all of the riches that the Empire provided. 

Yet, König stumbles in every room, searching for something – for someone. Other soldiers don’t dare to take trophies in front of their emperor, knowing that this operation should be as secretive as possible – no other rulers would bat an eye for a mysterious royal passing and the quick marriage of the Princess of this kingdom, but Graves would be quite concerned and bitching about the Northern Empire coming close to his kingdom. God, if König could just bathe every last one of them in blood, he would have. 

— Sir, I believe the Princess should be here Unless she killed herself already. 

— Those people honor death more than they do life. Better be fast before I’d have to marry a corpse. 

— We could bring her back. 

— Nothing can wash off the dead smell even after resurrection. You think why Krueger can only have sex with common whores? 

They both have to suppress their laugh at the thought of the royal advisor. Poor, dead Krueger, serving a contract that even death would not be able to break – it’s a good thing to have it on their side. Provides a good amount of jokes just from being around him. 

König rushes to the door that looks the most guarded – judging only by the amount of dead servants around it. The Princess must be here and, knowing the traditions of your kingdom, he has about a minute before you’d kill yourself, yelling something ridiculous about finding solace in death and that they would never take you alive. The door comes crashing down ridiculously easy – or it’s his strength challenging in the form of barbaric savagery. When he pushed into the room, he didn’t see what he was expecting to see. 

He sees something better. 

You look divine in the moonlight, your form, draped in an expensive dress that you only managed to take on halfway through, getting stuck in that stupid corset and billions of tiny bows and cutting jewels. You look majestic, godlike, you look like something from a fairytale. He was anxious before this, thinking if it was worth it – overthinking every bit of the operations, evaluating if the enemy kingdoms would be fine with him just taking you. König wasn’t sleeping a good few nights before this – now he looks at you and wants to kneel in front of your perfect form. 

— No wonder they didn’t have portraits. They wouldn’t capture your beauty. 

He shook the knife – little thing, as dainty as you are – from your trembling hands. Poor thing terrified of him – he’d pick you up and haul you on your shoulder already, but he wants to take a moment and just admire the comparison between his huge, muscular arms and your fragile form. He knows he is big, imposing, threatening – but compared to you, he feels like a war god paying tribute to his newest sacrifice. 

You shake in his grasp, not fighting it – Princess wouldn’t fight, you remind yourself. If killing yourself is not possible, if your dignity is tarnished, the death and torture shall be met with silence – you put your lips together, as firmly as you can. Still, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing when his hand goes to cup your face – a faint trace of your makeup staining his dark gloves. 

— This is the declaration of war. You were…

— This is no war, meine Liebe. How could we fight the nation with a dead king? 

The Princess would cry, learning about the death of her parents. You try to force more tears, making yourself look as miserable as possible – it isn’t hard in this brute’s hands, with his soldiers surrounding you – but, for some reason, he doesn’t look surprised when you are not crying immediately at the mention of the death of your supposed parents. 

He laughs, cupping your face in a rough, crude gesture. He shouldn’t treat Princess like this – even you are not used to men being this vile, to speak of such lewd matters with his men. They surround you, laughing, not even bothering to pay the least bit of respect in front of their Emperor. 

He wears a hood and it makes him look like an executioner, not a ruler. But, perhaps, you would welcome a butcherer more than you would a husband. 

— Let me go! The guards shall rise to my abduction and they will not leave thou to…

You don’t even need to force yourself to speak like her – you’re royal by any means, other than blood and service. You can imitate her your whole life if needed, shadowing her your whole short existence – it only hurts you more when you are praying that the Princess, dressed up in your garments, would be able to escape. You know that someone will save her, and take care of her – it’s just like the plot of your favorite romance book. An abandoned Princess of the burned kingdom rises to be the wife of a mysterious, masked blood knight, saving him from pushing his soul into the darkness. You, in this story, would be just a minor victim for the author to kill.

— The guards would rise if they weren’t dead, Princess. Too late to call for them now. 

He sneers at this “Princess” like a snake, ready to sink her teeth into your soft, limp body. You whimper, finally trying to get your knife from his hand – as gracefully as you can, remembering that you are to stall the time for her to escape, not to actually save yourself. He laughs and lets you go suddenly – only to pick you up like you weigh nothing. Pick you up like a bride, not a pig for him to gut. 

The tip of your ears is burning – your whole face is burning, you feel ashamed, embarrassed, angry, every emotion swirls in your head as he doesn’t even try to be subtle about his affection. You thank god for the layers of skirt you are wearing – but the upper part of the dress is barely holding together, showing a scandalous amount of shoulder. You are tainted – a scandal in the court, if there was a court alive. 

— Put me down this instant. My kingdom will not just accept these levels of disrespect!

You say this weakly than you wanted to. He laughs – thunder and bear roar, ocean waves against the mountains – you whimper when his hand goes to rip the upper part of your dress entirely, leaving you barely covered, with only three layers of clothing and a corset between you and his horrible, dangerous hands. A lady should not be seen by men when she is in less than five layers of clothing – still, you feel much better when the heavy fabric lets go of your skin. Still, you feel mortified, knowing, what would happen when he started to take off your clothes. 

Well…you think you know what will happen. You and Her Highness read books with a scandalous amount of intimacy – touches, hugs, kisses even, the last book having record five instants of the main heroes being in close proximity with each other – you also know that whenever a male enemy soldier captures a woman, he is doing…something before killing them. Not quite sure what, but obviously torturous. 

— The only kingdom that is left for you, your Highness, is what lies between your legs. I’ll be sure to pay my regards later.

Before you could say something – anything for that matter, he already hauls you away, still stuck in his hands like a trophy. You thank god that he doesn’t see the difference between you and the Princess. You never knew your acting talents would be of this amount, but nonetheless, you feel complete, knowing that the Princess is safe and sound. 

— What is the purpose of your actions? 

You are weak, voice whimpering and quiet. You don’t want to touch him, but the hungry gazes of his soldiers make you weak and fragile – you cling to him, trying to cover your modesty. The corset is a part of the wardrobe that no fine lady should ever show to men – yet, this is the only thing now that is keeping your tits together, saving at least some of your dignity. The heavy skirt of the torn dress lingers on your legs, covering you as much as barely holding up fabric can. König’s chest rumbles with a laugh when he notices you clinging onto him like a helpless kitten. 

— I’m taking my bride as your parents were not kind enough to answer any of the proposals.

— Why didn’t you just visit? 

If it were for him, he would just sprawl you on the ground and take what he wants. He would, were he a simple soldier, not the North Emperor – he would if there weren’t any witnesses if there were no intentions of marrying you later. But alas, he needs your hands in marriage – he needs you whole in marriage, from head to toe, from your heart to your soul, from your pussy to that sweet mouth of yours – and he can’t have all that unless he is patient. 

— I did. Right now, for that matter.

— As the only heir to the throne, this would mean the death of my country. You can’t just…

— Who is there to stop me, little one? Your parents? Dead. Your army? They would kneel for my men were we at actual war. 

You close your mouth. He laughs again, this terrifying hood of his moving when he shakes his head. You sob, tears flowing freely down your cheeks – it’s a wonder you can still talk while crying like this, but you need to keep up the act and you need to stall the time as much as possible. His hand goes to wipe away your tears and, for a second, you almost want to bite him. But, Princesses don’t bite – they lay in the hands of their captors and wait for princes to save them. 

— The other kingdoms would protect us, we had war pacts!

— Were you loved enough to start a war with the Empire to protect you from getting married? 

— I shall…

— You’re too young to speak like a queen, Liebe. Leave that to me, ja? 

You open your mouth. 

You close your mouth. 

You open your mouth again. 

— Please, let me go. 

This is a quiet, soft sob – König stops for a second, looking at your fragile, vulnerable expression. You’re as weak as a kitten, as adorable as a bunny – and precious, his little treasure, tucked away nicely in the deepest corners of this kingdom. He almost feels bad for breaking you, for taking you away. He killed many men, the king included, and he captured more land than his father ever could dream of – the biggest empire lies at his hands and yet, he feels weak when you cry in his hands. 

It still suits you more – a pained expression, pure terror, all the emotions that a young woman like you should experience when she is captured by someone like him – he believes in terror through submission and the tears streaming down your face makes his cock twitch in his pants. 

— I have all the right for you, little one. It’s your father’s fault that you were not protected more. 

He laughs, his large, imposing hand goes to cup your ass – you don’t even understand how his touch manages to get through this many layers of clothing. Your skirt is in complete disarray when he touches your legs, squishing and destroying the crinoline parts and whale bones. So much went into creating this skirt, a horrifying construct that never allowed the Princess to move freely, stuck in one place like a glorified little dolly – now it becomes your grave, mortifying and freezing you in one place. 

— You can’t…no, please, don’t…

He grabs your hips with the ferocity of a warrior, not an emperor. Rulers shouldn’t kidnap Princesses from neighboring countries, and they shouldn’t lead their troops on an operation that would destroy any diplomatic relationships with them – but he stands here, no more than a normal soldier, and you were never this terrified in your life before. He is a monster, a beast, an anomaly that shouldn’t exist in this world – even your desire to protect the Princess isn’t stopping you from crying and shaking. You bite your lips and sob softly, quietly, hoping he won’t just throw you to his men. 

— This is what politics leads to, no? Your father decided to stop being diplomatic…and I did too. 

He isn’t my father, you want to scream. He did nothing but take you from the streets, and slums you were scrambling aimlessly like nothing more but a tiny critter under his boots – he gave you everything, any book you wanted, the best company in the whole kingdom. He isn’t your father, still, but you pay for his mistakes – mistakes that you had no idea of. Princess ordered you to ignore any mail that would come from “This Northern brute” and you didn’t know that it could come to this. 

If only you were to steal those letters and read them instead of throwing them away…but what would it come to? Princess wouldn’t marry someone like König, she had no like for the emperor twice her age, for the human who defiled the very laws of nature, sitting in his high castle, ordering the undead soldiers around. Monster with, probably, three heads and two faces, with four hands hiding under his magnificent armor. A beast who is…

A best who is cradling you in his arms like you were his lover, not his victim. 

— Put me down. Please. 

— I’m getting tired of listening to little Princesses wailing. Tell me, Liebling, do you wish to continue this journey quietly or unconsciously? 

His hand goes to your neck – no doubt, he would be able to squish the life out of you if he so wished. No doubt, you are fucked – utterly and completely, with his ability to do whatever he wants your inability to stop him in any way. Sobbing softly, not wanting for him to continue this humiliation, you simply nod – to whatever option he deems appropriate. Princess would be screaming, yelling for help, and she would stomp her adorable feet on the ground until she’d get what she wanted – but you are no Princess, and playing pretend already makes you miserable enough. 

— I do not wish to see the destruction of my kingdom. 

— It’s not destroyed, little Princess. Merely defiled, captured and burned down. 

— You didn’t…

— Of course not, kleine Hase. I wouldn’t dare to burn the newest addition to my empire…unless you would make me to. 

It’s not a threat – it’s a promise, poorly concealed by the obvious smile in his voice. You cling to his chest and hear the rumble of his laugh when he pushes his cape over your shivering form. It’s a small form of comfort, but an unwelcome one – you’d rather be shivering, naked, and exposed in front of his troops than find comfort in the way he treats you. His cloak is heavy, more suited for the harsh weather of the central parts of the Empire – not your kingdom, mostly warm and wet, with bountiful rains and plentiful soil. You understand why he would want this land – you don’t understand why he would want you. 

— Don’t hurt my people. 

— Be nice then. You can be nice to your husband, ja? 

If you weren’t a Princess, you’d claw his fucking eyes out – get your dainty hands under his hood and scrap the pulsating flesh, turn his face into a mush of blood and gore. If you were real Princess, you would declare war on the Empire and die the protector of your kingdom – not a terrified girl. 

But you’re neither a Princess nor a commoner. 

You push your lips together, allowing König to take you away. Accepting your fate not with dignity, but with quiet, fearful acceptance. 

[bluetooththereptile]

Crimson bride

(Yandere Damian Wayne x twin sister reader)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Summary: Your life is going to end horribly, your will to live is slipping away, will your only hope come to save you?

Tw: mentions of violence and abuse

The smell of blood and incense had filled the air, your lungs could hardly bear the responsibility of bringing you oxygen under the pressure of your stress, not that they could easily filter the smoke in the air anyway. It felt like the air was on fire, with each breath your body shuddered slightly, your body could hardly bear the burden of keeping you alert. The beads of sweat slithered down your spine, making the already uncomfortable rags even more unbearable. You were just 11, why were you stuck in a room full of adults in dark long robes...you were not sure...or perhaps you knew what was going to happen, but you didn't know why on earth you were there. You eyed the sacred blade in the hand of the leader of the group, the light of the candles shimmering on its uneven blade, and swallowed your saliva down your throat that now had turned extremely dry. You could already feel the pain in your chest. Dear God, if you hear me...please help!

The dark monks' chants echoed in the chambers, and the puddles of red wax candles under the feet of pillars carved with different images of unholy creatures, seemed like oozing puddles of blood to you, already boiling with crimson liquid of life right out of hell, where they hailed their master from. The veil on your head was thin enough for you to recognize people's faces, well, at least the ones who didn't have a mask on, and your terrified eyes spotted the figure of your grandfather standing behind the leader, himself holding a golden bowl at hand. You gritted your teeth at remembering his words. The memory is still fresh for you, it was just two months ago when he was having a drink with the leader himself in his boudoir, with you present by his side.

"She's a fitting lady Ra's...I give you the credit of having good hereditary genes..." the leader spoke in his smooth voice, his eyes scanning you up and down. You knew how the way he looked at you was inappropriate but you still stayed, holding the tray of drinks, standing by your grandfather's side, if you were going to flinch even for an inch, your mother wouldn't be happy. "She is..." your grandfather hummed, rubbing his chin before he chuckled "What is it old friend? You seem too interested in my child..." the words spoken made your shoulders stiffen slightly, your fingers tightening around the edges of the tray. "I am...but not for what you think...she is too young for marriage for a mortal man..." his smirk grew wider as he continued "But she's at the ripe age for being gifted to our dear lord...she'd make a decent bride..." you could see Ra's hold on his glass of drink tighten, what did his friend mean? Did he want to marry you off to someone? You wondered, but your confusion soon turned into horror as the leader continued "Her heart fits the unholy bowl perfectly" Oh no...you had heard from your nanny that this man was bearer of bad news but this...this was unpredictable! Your head turned to your grandfather to see how he'd respond...please say no, please say no, I've been a good granddaughter...please say no! "What price do you offer?" And with that, your whole world shattered, you felt like life was slipping away from your shell of being as he negotiated the price of marriage, did he...did he just agree on making you a sacrificial lamb?!

You snapped out of your thoughts by feeling the extremely warm hold of the leader on your naked arm as he pulled you away from the corner of the damp room, the metallic chains on your weak ankles clinking loudly as you dragged them on the floor, your feet already bruised by the rough edges of the old tiles on the floor, leaving red trails of blood. He walked you to the alter, your heart skipped as you saw the white dressing of the stone bed, flower petals spread on the surface, how hauntingly fitting for a bridal bed... The man stopped you right before the altar and started chanting in a language you didn't know a word of. But whatever it was, it was working...because the tiles under your feet started to turn unbearably hot, the circles and symbols drawn onto the walls and the floor turned bright red, oh dear God...if you hear me...please help! You had lost your hope a long time ago, but still, you wanted to hold onto a sliver of hope, maybe your grandfather would change his decision at the last minute, or perhaps he would come...but no...how could Damian come to the other side of the world that quickly? He was just a child, like you, sure, he was a capable boy but still, he was just a boy. His words circled in your mind as the priest poured a warm liquid on your body that painted it red, its sweet aroma filling the air, unbeknownst to you, it was a poison that through skin pores penetrated the body and ran into your blood, slowly relaxing your muscles until your heart would stop, this way, if the demons preferred to have your body whole, you'd still be dead. As you felt your skin itch and your vision turn slowly blurry, Damian's voice echoed in your mind "I will come...I promise...I promise!" His voice was filled with determination, but you knew he'd be late. It was already too late...

They helped you lay down on the alter, the wet veil sticking to your face, slowly suffocating you, but you were too weak to move on your own, your eyes were closed, as if the liquid had sealed your eyelashes together, and the voices around you were turning into distant murmurs, your hands limp as they crossed it on your chest. It was too late...and he hadn't held up to his promise...your lips formed a pout, unable to cry, hardly latching onto the task of breathing, your breaths became labored. Soon your chest would be cut open and your warm paralyzed heart would be put into that golden bowl, and then thrown into a fire...you had hoped things would be different, but you knew from the very start, that you were unwanted, and one day, your family would give you up if they have the chance to do so.

Your ears couldn't detect the loud sound of the explosion of the tear gas in the room, how the cult members shouted and pulled out their weapons but were disarmed quickly by the man in black and a few younger ones. You didn't notice them until someone yanked the wet veil from your face and wiped the clotted liquid off of your nose and mouth, putting an oxygen mask on your face "Y/N!" The voice seemed familiar, but you were too weak to respond "Y/N!" He cried for your attention, his trembling hands shaking your shoulders, his voice muffled by his mask, his hold was pushed away from you when you felt a sharp pain on your neck, the detoxing liquid surged in your veins forward by copious amounts, yet you were already unconscious to see your father cry silently as he held your body close to his chest. Poor girl...poor poor girl...he wished he was there sooner.

Your nanny had pulled the small phone behind her apron with trembling hands, she knew your actions had consequences, but she wanted you to feel happy, so she'd do anything in her power to ensure it'd happen. You quickly snatched the phone out of her calloused hands and started to take the number you had repeated over and over in your mind since the moment you had snuck into your mother's study and had found it deep in her files, it was the Wayne Manor's, where your Damian lived with your father. You were separated since birth, him getting most of the attention of your mother, well the one who was to be her weapon, you were too weak to fight from the very first moments you had started to walk, but still, you tried to have a connection with your twin, who even if neglected your attention or bullied you, still felt a twinge of sibling love deep down. It was not until when he was sent to live by his father that Damian had found out how much he dearly loved you, and how much you meant to him. You dialed the number, hearing it slowly beep, one...two...three...you could hear your nervous breaths into the phone, and four "Hello?" You stiffened at hearing Damian's voice, moving your lips to speak but you couldn't, the sheer luck of having him pick up the phone himself was too much! "Hello?!" Damian's voice turned sour with annoyance, you knew he'd hung up quickly so you finally spoke "Hi..."

"Y/N?!" Damian's voice had turned from annoyed into one of surprise and concern, you spoke softly, asking how he had been doing, smiling as he quickly stammered to answer you, but then, when he was rambling on about missing you, you smiled sadly "Hey...I wanted to tell you something..." you interrupted him "Hmm? What is it?" He had asked with curiosity "Please, forgive me if I've done you anything wrong...okay?" "W-wait...Y/N..what do you? What is happening?!" "Grandpa wants to marry me off...to death..." and there was silence, a very uncomfortable silence. "I will come..." his voice was now filled with determination "I will come, I promise!...w-when's is the ceremony?" "Within two weeks-" the phone had slipped off of your hand when your mother's stinging slap met your face, you turned to look at her with wide eyes, trembling as you heard her crush the phone under her feet.

Your eyes opened up to a white light, with warmth surrounding your body. Were you in heaven? You naively asked yourself, but when the pain washed over your body, you knew you were still alive. "Hi..." Damian's voice made you turn your head to his direction at your side, your neck strained from being motionless for too long. He was holding your hand tightly, and your blurry vision could find the outlines of his face in what you could recognize as crying. "Welcome back..." his voice trembled as he sniffled, adjusting the oxygen mask on your face. You blind a few times to make your vision better, still, it felt a little blurry, but you could at least recognize you were somewhere dark, which you'd find out was the Batcave in the future, and Damian was sitting on your side. Your lips curled upwards slightly at how he held your hand to his chest, looking at you affectionately "Sorry I was late..." he spoke softly "But I will make things right from now on, I promise" he promised, and he would do anything in his power to ensure that.

[hana-no-seiiki]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐱 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈)

tw/cw: this act alludes more to reader being amab (because breeder reader era wont be ending anytime soon) so beware. off-screen seggs. worldbuilding and lore stuff. yandere themes, mentions of forced prostitution. misandry.

status: unedited

[ ACT I ] �� [ ACT III ]

MOTHERS HELD A HIGH SOCIAL RANK IN YOUR SOCIETY. They were the bearers of children; held with a status akin to gods. As such, those who were able to give birth were favorable.

Not a womb-less being like you.

You spent a couple decades or so in denial. Hoping that one day you’ll be accepted. That maybe society itself would change and you’d have a place in the world.

Only for reality to ruthlessly slap you in the face.

“[Y/N].”

Your mother’s voice, no matter the content of her speech, always made your heart rate soar. Cold sweat appeared on your palms and forehead, but before it could even be discerned on your form your hands make a swift movement to dry yourself. Your could feel your shakiness intensify as she drew closer.

“Yes, mother?” You greeted back. You cursed inwardly as your words came out hoarse; without its usual confidence. You could already hear her admonish you.

How could you be anything less than perfect? After all you were already born a failure. Might as well make up for it by being the best.

Throughout the decades of your parent’s unfavorable treatment, you had gain a semblance of self-esteem. At least enough to give them cheek at times. Although your subconscious always reminded you of what they were capable of if you weren’t engaged.

Your teenage self could never imagine talking back to them. With that, in spite of the unwarranted attention you were somewhat happy with the circumstances you were given.

“You went to the countryside, again.” Her arms crossed over her chest, and tar colored blouse. She always wore black clothes and a solemn look wherever she went, intimidating many that dared to gaze at her direction. Her graying hair was tied into a tight bun. Pointed, cat like eyes behind thick glasses. But she was beautiful. Annoyingly so. The very reason why so many fell at your feet.

“I am here now.”

“Her Highness was looking all over for you.”

“That’s the point. I was hiding from that witch.” You crossed your arms. You did not like that woman at all. You remembered repeatedly enforcing your boundaries and personal space to which she repeatedly broke down and disrespected.

“[Y/N]! Stop being such a brat. Act your age for once. This is a golden opportunity. For you and our whole family!”

“Selling my body wasn’t enough? Your greed really knows no bounds.”

You shut your mouth immediately. You’ve gotten too far, if her heels clacking on the ground wasn’t already an obvious indication her thin, banshee like screech should be.

You expected a slap, maybe even her pulling your hair out once again, perhaps her nails would tear into your skin once more leaving a scar that would make at least some of your clients change their mind. However before she could even get close enough to touch you, her husband pulled her away.

“Estella . . . if you hurt them, her highness might . . .” He held her back.

You used to think you loved him way back then. When he’d halt your mother’s actions and take care of you after you’d been used. But then you realized that he only saw you as an object he could benefit from as well. Once the princess asked for your hand in marriage he was ecstatic. Waxing on and on about how happy it’d make him if you went with her, even allowing her to defile you in your own bedroom at times. The only reason he didn’t actively hurt you was because your mother’s ego was so fragile that she’d take him getting physical as a sign of defiance and ill will.

Swarms of hatred encircled your heart. To think you were so blind and hungry for an ounce of their affection only a year ago.

Hours passed before your tears showed signs of stopping its flow. You hoped the streetslights that barely gave vision at least hid you from prying eyes.

“Witch, huh?”

A voice tore you away from your moment of sadness. In fear of anyone else seeing you in this state you hurry to fix yourself as you heard heeled clicks grow louder.

“I should have known.” You turned your head to face the sounds’ source. Only to see the reason why so many tears of yours were wasted this day. “So, does this mean our engagement is off? Or shall I be executed for sullying your name?”

Third Princess Kalliope Mikiavella Levantine. If her name was a nightmare then her presence in your life was evermore.

She was your highest paying client. Ever insatiable. Ever spoiled by her mother the Empress. The only saving grace of this whole situation was that she was not the Crown Princess, yet. Otherwise you might have already been made an imperial concubine or consort.

“Unfortunately not.” She smiled, a little solemn in a way to empathize with your situation, but nonetheless ruthless knowing her power. The princess was beautiful, her blazing red hair that curled immaculately lightly bounced in her steps towards you. Bright amber eyes that almost appeared like the dim streetlights.

“I am unclean. Impure. Why would you want someone like me?” You keep your eyes to your legs lest you fall for her beauty. You always looked somewhere else whenever you two slept together. Always in fear that you’ll grow to love your assaulter — captor.

“I . . . do not know. But everytime I hear you sing my heart feels at ease. I want you in my life, [Y/N]. For as long as I live.”

“Think of it this way, as my spouse you will be ruling over the entirety of this country. Every thing, every one, will be yours. Even those parents who sold you to me. And you’ll give that kid a bright future—“

“[Y/N] . . ?”

You do not think before your lips crashed upon hers.

“Athanaxious? Athanaxious! “

Vasileious searched high and low, in every corner of the ocean Athanaxious usually dwelled in. He even swam the shores, close to those wicked human hunters called fishermen to find him. But with no luck.

“Let him be, Vasilei. He’ll come back in due time.” Aurelius, the pair’s eldest brother, comforted him. Aurelius had a beautiful tail of pure gold, unlike the flecked one Vasileious and Athanaxious owned. His hair was a beautiful, long and curly brown with a lock of blond that made it all the more stunning. His tan skin glimmered akin to the surface waters at day, and almost glowed at night.

“Say that when you get scolded by Mother. I dare you.” Vasileious spat, nerves fried from stress. He would have never interacted or approached a human if it weren’t for his stupid younger brother. But now he’d seen several. Do you know how horrid that experience would be for him? It was downright terrible.

Aurelius, ever the only serene one in the family, massaged the small of his brother’s pale back, “You seem on edge. More so than usual.”

“Athanaxious was meeting with a human, Aurelius. A human!”

“Huh, so you finally found out.”

“You knew of it?!”

“All of us did.” Aurelius shrugged, slightly curling his tail as a gesture of ease. “Oh come on, we all know how much of a snitch you are. Besides, Athanei can’t be dissuaded. Telling him not to do something will only make him want to do it more.”

“He used his siren song on them.”

“No way! How did he sound?”

“. . . It sounded — “ Vasileious ashamedly could only remember your own voice that day, unable to give a proper remark he gave a simple, vague response. “alright.”

“How utterly anticlimactic. Although you saying something aside from terrible means it must be good.”

“Make of it what you will.”

“Irenaeus!”

Another merman appeared. Younger than Aurelius but his beauty unlike any of the other brothers. His tail a beautiful ivory color that slowly transitioned to grey and blacks at the tip. Long dark hair and golden eyes. Irenaeus was known to have the biggest body count of all siblings — bringing thousands of humans to their doom. If it weren’t for his carefree attitude and the god he was named after, one would think he loathed humans more than Vasileious himself. “The human Athan was meeting . . .”

“What about them?”

“Apparently they are to be married off to a human princess. Sailors across the ocean have been speaking of it so. And. . . well . . . “

“Spit it out.”

Irenaeus looked left and right, his tail flicking in an anxious manner, “I believe Athanaxious might be meeting with the Sea Witch shortly.”

“What? You didn’t stop him?!” Vasileious screeched. The ocean floor that surrounded them tremors in his cries, large waves rippling, barreling towards land. His two brothers flinched in pain.

“Less time scolding more time on looking for our brother.” Aurelius broke him out of his moment of panic. “Irenei, inform the rest of our family. Vasilei, let us depart.”

Deep within the Abyss of the ocean, Athanaxious found himself swarmed with feverish determination and anger. The pressure of the waters always felt suffocating but now? It was nothing to the looming dread that drowned his heart.

He reaches his destination before his mind could properly think. He thought long ago that the last time he’d come would be that, the last. But here he was again, far more desperate than he was afraid.

“Be welcome, Than.” The low, gravelly voice of the sea devil danced across the murky waters.

“You must know of the happenings on land.”

He comes out of his hiding, long winding tentacles slither across the walls covered with barnacles and seaweed, as He moved towards Athanaxious, “Mm, I’m afraid not. Please enlighten me.”

“Tch. My human. They’re going to marry some rich lady up north. This cannot happen.”

“You want me to help you ruin a wedding?”

“You know the drill. A price for a boon. This will be quite expensi—“

“I offer you my voice.”

The Sea Witch found themself speechless for moments on end. For a siren to sell their voice would be akin to dooming themself to a lonely, wretched existence. Unable to lure their prey or be of any ‘worth’ in their society. They were aware of Athanaxious’ infatuation over you. Just not self-sacrificing extent of it. “…And in exchange for your precious voice I offer you a new identity as a human.”

“Beware, as every step you take will feel like daggers going through your feet. You will however, be the most graceful dancer upon the land. A perfect fit for our little singer.” An apparition appears between the Devil’s fingertips as it flicked across the waters. It was you, on a platform of sorts surrounded by other humans. You were bringing joy to their faces, as you did with him. “Shall I add a wager to spice up the fun?”

It took a lot of willpower for Athanaxious to rip his eyes away from your ‘magical form’ and all he could muster was a nod.

“Should you succeed your voice shall return, and you wouldn’t have to keep giving me your scales to brew love potions. Their heart will be yours forever more, guaranteed by both their feelings in your triumph and my very own magic.” The apparition shifted; Athanaxious appears within the image — human. The two of you looked joyful as you embraced underneath what seemed to be the moon.

But then it all lasts for a second before it shifted once more. The vision of your happy ending swiftly turned bitter as this apparition’s Athanaxious slowly dissolved and disappeared, before you turn to someone else and embrace them instead.

“If you fail to win their affection before the wedding, I will keep your voice and you shall turn into sea foam.”

Athanaxious felt his stomach grow weak at the illusion’s show. Moreso the possibility of your romance with someone else than his death. He only had one choice.

“I understand. I accept both the deal and the wager.”

“Oh, how magnificent! I hope you don’t go on to regret this.” The Sea Devil lips tugged upwards.

“Now, sing for me.”

“Where will you be going?” Kalliope tugged at your sleeves.

“Out. I’ll be back before sundown.” You gently pulled your arm away from your admirer, as you buttoned your clothes and put on a pair of trousers.

“But—“

“My seed must take root for our marriage to be guaranteed, no? Keep your hips raised.”

“Can we go for another bout before you leave?”

You loop your finger around a lock of her hair, lending her a final kiss to the forehead. “No.”

Your town was not one to write about in history books. It was like any other the Empress was able to conquer under her rule. A quaint village just west of the capital city known for their great alcohol and folks to bed.

In such a small population, everyone knew you and you knew everyone. People even knew of your clients, every single one in fact. They weren’t surprised to see you in much more extravagant or expensive clothing as you passed by the street in an equally gaudy carriage.

It was moreso the armored guards that surrounded you that alerted them of something different.

“[Y/N]!”

Clearly that wasn’t enough to deter your childhood friend from running towards you.

“First you impregnate my sister and leave her all alone to take care of your mistake, now you go and get married without a word to us! Do you even care at all?!” The young man wore overalls. Soot covered his skin from what you assume was the mines he started recently working in.

Yiorgos used to be a lot kinder. Softer. Almost puppy like with his admiration towards you. But after a series of misunderstandings he grew resentful of your existence. You never bothered to correct him.

Or perhaps you were just too busy and hurt by his assumptions.

“Out of their highness’s way.” A guard put their arm between you and your former friend.

“Their . . . highness ?” Yiorgos looked at you, baffled. His hung wide open. He then leaned forward to no doubt shout at you once more before you finally put a word in.

“No, I know him.” You shook your head at the guard. Your focus left the man as soon as a familiar mop of [hair color] entered your vision.

A small girl dressed in clothing akin to your own, left Yiorgos’s side and ran up to you with no regard to the armored knight that loomed over. Excitement clear in her eyes. “Don’t listen to your uncle, you aren’t a mistake alright? Go on in, I’ll be with you.” You gently pushed her towards the siblings’ house. The girl shook her head, unwilling to let go of you. But her grip slowly loosened and she eventually shied away, leaving you and the rest.

“Your sister paid me to sleep with her and insisted not to use protection, we both know I pay for that night every single day since it happened both reputation wise and monetarily. And lastly, as you can see I had no choice.” You tilt you head to the small army of knights made to watch over you and your carriage.

Yiorgos shook his head. Brown hair swaying side to side. “You always have a choice.”

“And my choices are life and death. Don’t bother arguing about my situation!”

“Here’s my last payment and goodbye. I’ll be taking the kid with me to the castle soon.” You throw him a bag filled with gold coins and then proceeded to make your leave.

If there was anything you were proud of in your town however, it would be the opera house you worked at. Thousands of people all throughout the world often came here to watch your shows amongst the other singers and performers.

Due to its popularity it was even funded by the Empress directly. That is how you met the princess.

“[Y/N]! I’ve heard the news. Congratulations.” Your employer, Lady Anastasia — a noble woman —, runs her hand in your hair. She used to be a regular person your mother sold you off to until she eventually hired you as a singer at her Opera House. Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t pay you a little extra for your services after hours.

“What’s with the fuss?” You gestured to the boy servants fussing over a young man. Who seemed a little too familiar, nostalgic maybe. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

“Oh, we found a young man out on the beach you frequented. We thought it was you at first but upon closer inspection . . .”

“He’s a mute that one. Ain’t no further thing from our theater’s star.” Her Father, a rather old and gruff man, huffed. He was always so prideful of you. Despite his rough demeanor, you knew that he cared deeply. After Anastasia would bed you, he always came by to give you a cup of tea. You didn’t know how to repay the man except use your body, so he’s had a taste of you as well.

In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve bedded half of your town and then some.

“Will you keep your scathing remarks to yourself?” Anastasia lightly slapped him, “He is incredibly talented on the art of dance, light on his feet.”

“And weak on constitution. He barely finished a piece before falling to his knees and panting!”

“I’ll take care of him.” You put a hand to your chin. The man gave you a weird feeling in your stomach. Something tells you that the fates have your threads intertwined.

“Are you sure? With all these wedding preparations. . .” The old man grabbed your shoulders, making you flinch.

You unknowingly glared at him.

“Ah, sorry to be so presumptuous.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

You coughed, unsure how to or if you should even apologize. You decide on focusing at the task at hand. A final show before you’re eternally doomed to the Imperial Palace.

“Well then, why is nobody ready?”

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[hinakazino]

Marriage || Killua/Reader

summary: killua and you are finally joined in holy communion, but he feels that it's not enough. he still has one last thing he has to do to make sure you don't run from him. (Killua is aged up here, he is an adult, 18+! This is part 2! For "Love?")

warning: yandere themes, forced relationship (?), gaslighting (from killua & towards yourself), forced marriage, toxic family (zoldycks are a warning), manipulation, forced/tricked pregnancy, toxic stuff everywhere.

The following day you had woken up as usual, but you were accompanied with a heavy weight on your shoulders. You softly jolted as you felt the bed dip beside you as Killua had arose in bed, softly wrapping his arms around your waist.

He gently leaned against you, his face squishing into yours as he snuggled with you. "Today's that day," he said, with a bright smile. Yeah, it is, you thought nervously, the previous nights event still vividly in your mind.

Killua didn't say much as he saw the smile painted on your face and got up, "we gotta get ready!" he said cheerily giving you a kiss on the cheek before getting up from bed. It was almost like old times you thought, almost like the Killua I knew.

The day went on normally, except there was clearly a more livelier feel to the halls of the Zoldyck mansion. Which although shouldn't be a big deal, was, because the Zoldyck's rarely had guests. Also, because they were a family of assassins meaning they had strict privacy standards.

Truthfully, the festive mood had begun yesterday, it was in full swing now. With guests already pouring in just before lunch time. Many of these guests were family members of Zoldyck servants, Killua's mothers family, his fathers family, and of course, Gon, Kurapika, Leorio, and, you couldn't believe it but Hisoka too?

Clearly they've been expecting a wedding for quite some time, you thought. Honestly it wasn't a surprise, after all Killua's father didn't care to hide his birthing agenda for you. It made you wonder whether anyone in this family actually saw you in a normal light.

Before you could even say a word to the guests though, you were ushered by maids into a room. A wedding dress and veil had been chosen by you a week ago, the one you were now currently dressed into. The wedding was to be quick, that much was obvious.

In around an hour you were ready to walk down the aisle, with none other than Killua's brother, Illumi. Illumi hadn't said anything, he just looked at you with an endearing smile and helped by brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

The large wooden doors were parted by servants to reveal a beautiful scenery outside. A beautiful floral stone decorated floor, filled with guests. There were many white clothed tables with food, gifts were already piled on one end of the area, and everything was all surrounded by the Zoldyck's lovely garden now decorated with ribbons, flowers, and stars.

You walked with Illumi down the soft creamy white carpet sprinkled with petals by Alluka, your chosen flower girl. You smiled as this was a celebratory occasion, albeit the pressure and the feeling of being trapped.

The wedding still turned out amazing. As when you had finally approached Killua he was already crying. It made your heart flutter, this was the man I love, you smiled at the thought, giggling slightly.

The hired priest went on and on for what felt like forever, while saying your vows your mind was in a haze. Killua could tell from your eyes how your mind had seemingly drifted off. Only to snap back into focus when Gon came holding the rings.

Killua trusted Gon with two roles that night, right hand man and ring bearer. He saw no other person quite as fit. Soon Killua grabbed your hand, softly slipping on the ring as you did the same.

The wedding was sealed with a kiss between you two, as you broke away and stared at Killua you couldn't help feeling joy. Maybe things were rushed but you genuinely loved him, you thought. You watched as Killua was hugged by Gon tightly, and as they both laughed.

The wedding went on fairly normal, music was played and a dance floor was set. Cake was served and champagne popped. You were introduced to many guests by Killuas father and you didn't fail to notice how he called you his daughter-in-law. It was quite heart warming seeing the whole Zoldyck family seem so ordinary.

Last on the agenda was a big feast, as you sat next to Killua with his family and later his friends. There was a lot on the menu with curry, to sushi, to baked goods, and drinks that were clearly all of high quality. It felt great to down one of your favorite drinks Killua passed to you, the Zoldyck's do consider my requests they're amazing, you thought in a frenzy to yourself.

As the wedding night came to a close guests were ushered off Zoldyck property. All the Zoldycks came to show them off. Killua had given Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio hugs as they smiled wishing him the best of luck. You thanked many of the guests who left through the large doors out front, taking care to show appreciation and waved Gon and the others away. The night had gone from festive to calm, which was a surprising mood for you as often the zoldyck family was quite serious. Especially when all in the same room, tension could be high and only small talk would be made. Today was clearly different as with a bright smile Silva Zoldyck had wished you both the most splendid tonight.

After taking his wife's hand as she giggled at his romantic gesture. Your in-laws left following soon, with Alluka giving you one last hug and Illumi giving Killua one small nod that you caught in the corner of your eye. Don't know what that's about, you thought.

You and Killua retired to your rooms soon after, changed and got comfortable. You just hopped onto your shared bed exhausted, stretching your arms out and yawning. "Great day yeah?" Killua asked, laying down beside you with a smile. You smiled back, nodding, "it was a wonderful day," you replied cupping his face with one hand, turning to fully face him. You took your time examining his face, those pretty white locks framed him so beautifully. The gentle shining in his sea blue eyes, and his little curve of a smile as your thumb brushed his bottom lip.

The night proceeded to be a blur, you remember initiating the kiss, your lips pressing against his as you both began to melt into one another. Then, you began to feel yourself grow semi-conscious. You felt yourself filled with pleasure, sounds falling from your lips as you chanted his name over and over. Your hands tightly wound the sheets beneath you but just as much let go to relax as your eye lids grew heavy for a moment before becoming aware again of the heat surrounding your body. Killua was above you, his hair now messy, kissing you and whispering how much he loved you, that this would be ideal for the future.

Then you found yourself wide awake the next day, you weren't alarmed no. It was a lovely night, it's a shame I can't remember well, you thought. As the soreness began to hit you and you noticed how you still had some bruises from your love making session.

You felt like you'd finally gained peace, that nothing could be better than this moment. It was just right, but you hadn't really thought it through fully. It was all very suspicious, you just let it all fly under your brain because the night was going so positively well.

What you hadn't realized was what Killua's words truly meant, that he had planned everything previously, and that all Zoldyck's knew about it. No, you didn't connect the dots, it didn't even cross your mind until a month later when your period was much later than usual. When you were standing in the bathroom, in a state of shock as everything crashed down on you. Realization hit you like a brick, you were pregnant, but how? You'd took every precaution so far, and-- oh, but did you during that night when you weren't fully aware of what it was you were doing?

There was only one explanation, your first night with him. Everything began to fall into place, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as Killua knocked on the bathroom door. "Hmm? Y/n is something wrong? Open up! Come on!!" The drink. The nod. The bed. Talking about your boundaries. Everything you'd planned out for that night you'd forgotten about. Shaken by the previous night to your wedding, and you being unable to execute your rights the night of your wedding. It couldn't just be purely coincidence. It all fell into place as when you turned the door knob and revealed the test to Killua. He did not looked shocked at all, rather happily relieved and slightly sinister as he gave you as kiss. "This is going to be awesome! Don't worry y/n, I'll take care of you forever!" Killua said, his eyes glimmering albeit holding your now shaking hands.

Forgive me for taking so long. :,)

© 2023 by Hinakazino, do not translate/edit/claim or use my work in any form.

[yandere--stuck]

Can you do hc of my my gilr fail d'arce too?

🧡 The Knight is more than happy to meet a friendly face down in the dungeons, grateful when you ask to accompany her. Two heads are better than one, no? And, though she couldn't bring herself to admit it, she felt a lot less wary with a companion by her side. As you began to get acquainted with one another, D'arce noticed a certain… Magentism about you. Her eyes constantly tracing over your features in awe. How easily she opened up to you as you did with her, as if disarming her. When you sympathized and reassured her, she felt calm and safe. Like everything was going to be okay. And when you talked about your life and what brought you down into the dungeons, D'arce found herself trying to memorize it. As if it were important. As if you were important. She could feel it. Almost… Divine, even.

⚔️ D'arce is such a worshiper yandere. She's delusional in the sense that she will actually come to believe you're actually a god in human form. It takes time for her to descend into that delusion, though, and she'll be torn between her faith in you and her faith in her captain. She may even be aware of and resist her delusions… For a time. She keeps trying to rationalize her way out of her thinking, but it works less and less the more her obsession deepens. D'arce will come to credit you for any luck or gold fortune that comes your way. She sees you as something precious and far above her, someone needing protection and reverence.

🧡 D'arce, as a bearer of the soul of the dominant, is used to taking charge and dishing out orders. In the merry band of allies you've collected, she's assumed the role of captain naturally. However, she will almost always defer to you and your strategies unless absolutely necessary. She wants to be an extension of you and your will. The sword between your fists. The neck that turns the head.

⚔️ If Le'garde is found alive, her reaction is a lot milder. It feels like ages since she'd last seen her captor. Since she'd heard the Outlander's gruesome tale of the slaughtering of his people, one she had supported unknowingly, one that Le'garde had painted as noble and necessary. He barely speaks to her, barely makes eye contact with her. There is no thanks. No smile. Just an empty head with no memories of her or his capture or the ransacking of Oldegard. The only reason Ragnvaldr holds himself back. A part of her, deep down, hopes he's telling the truth. But that's just to hold back the weight of realizing he's lied to her. He's always lied to her. At least she can stay by you for comfort…

🧡 The only reason she'd give in to Le'garde's insistence to delve deeper is some dwindling sense of duty from the last shreds of respect she had for her former captain. If something were to happen to the man, well, no loss. D'arce had found someone better. You. Someone who actually respected her. Listened to her. Knew her. How sad was that? A man she thought she loved for years was more of a stranger than someone she just met. That is, she thinks you had just. But, with how you clicked together so perfectly, it was almost as though you'd known each other lifetimes. Maybe even meant to meet. And if Le'garde has to die for you to live, D'arce will enthusiastically sacrifice him in your name.

⚔️ Maybe even kill him herself or allow Ragnvaldr to, if he makes it all the way to the Throne. He's lied to her. Betrayed her. Used her. Forced innocents down further in the depths of Hell… In a fit of mania, she might try to place you on the throne herself. And if anything happened to you… Gods, she was nothing without you. But, she has learned blood magic from Enki. She could bring you back. But, that wouldn't happen, no. D'arce wouldn't let it. Sue needed you. You were inseparable now. And when you got out here, she'd worship you as you should be. Spread your word. And live happily ever after. Even if you might not see it her way, at first.

[shiyorin]

MASTERLIST

Collection of what I post here. There's probably a lot missing, but I'll add more later.

Read carefully the tag and CP.

Enjoy

Warhammer 40K

The love of primarchs for their lover 1 2 3 4 5

Rejected 1 2

Welcome to marriage counseling column

Yandere Alphabet Sanguinius

Yandere Alphaber Rogal Dorn

Yandere Alphabet Ferrus Manus

Yandere Alphabet Mortarion

Sanguinius x Perpetual! Reader 1 2

Fallen for you 1 2 3 4

In the name of faith, in the essence of love/I swear to my queen, to be faithful till death

Horny Heresy (NSFW) 1 2 3 4 5

One day in summer (no cp, family stuff)

Side to side (NSFW) 1 2

In the far future, everyone still loves romcom

Addiction (ALL --> Reader)

Emperor's Children x Reader

Ioony (TW Yandere)

A good night

You kabedon Guilliman

You give Guilliman a hug (Bonus horny heresy)

Konrad will kill you when he read this :v (a little NSFW)

Sanguinius kiss you

Reader and the Primarch Frog... I mean Doll

Magnus and his sleepy reader

Fulgrim and his dear reader

Animal instincts

Yandere Blood Angels, Flesh Tearers, Lamenters

What if legion space marines meet the reader when she is on her period (Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Word Bearers)

You decided annoy Perturabo

The golden cage

When you play dumb or your primarchs are just horny

HC

Rites of Castigation

Do Dreadnoughts dream of taking a bath?

Before the night

Your Primarchs but they are dogs

One day your astartes got horny

Horny Heresy but they are Carcharodons Astra

Yandere Tyberos (from heretic anon)

You broke with your primarchs

You said you love your primarchs

Primarchs but they use social network

Primarchs but they in college

Mournival but they are your college roommate

Emperor's Children but they are your college roommate

Raven Guard but they are your college roommate

Primarchs but they are on your bed (NSFW)

Primarchs but they are in Hogwarts au

My OC

Kether

Magos Archimedes

Before our heartbeats intertwine (OC story, yuri, Yseriel x Ryoshu)

SPC

Shark punching center #1

Lobotomy Corporation

Irrational

[riseofamoonycake]

Hello Moonie🤍

I think, this is one of the first requests I ever sent out and since you know how much I love how you write about Loki hehe~♡

Could you write something about Reader who is the goddess of flowers~ which is about to meet Loki at Midnight in a beautiful flower garden even it's forbidden?

Thank you so much, dear~♡

AWWW, YES! Maybe it is darker than expected, hope you will like it anyway!

Thank you for the opportunity to write about our beloved Loki, my Sigyn!

For the song: Only Us, Miracle of Sound + Karliene

Nothing Else Matters, Only Us

🥀Pairing: Loki x Flower!goddess

🥀Warnings: mention of NSFW, stalking, corruption kink, yandere Loki to you all

🥀

You already knew it. You knew it in the trees and the rivers, in the meadows, in the gentle air that came with spring but became mephitic with the approaching of summer, with his apparition. You already knew it, yet you couldn’t resist that thin voice that meandered through the corollas, on the wings of the swallows, straight into your ears: a voice very different from that of your sisters, your parents and your friends, not unknown, but not even a bearer of tenderness… a hiss that came at night, far from the moon, when you should have been sleeping, and instead you lost yourself listening.

And that is why Loki found you.

You knew it. But why you? Why to choose a goddess like you? You have been wondering since the first times the God of Deception glanced at you with those sly purple eyes of his and smiled mellifluously, moving a little closer to you during general councils, looking for your presence in the crowd, holding you back, only for a moment, come on, a word, with any excuse. And your mother’s looks have lost importance, nothing could the shadow that slipped on your father’s face as he noticed the god adjusting the cloak on your shoulders ― after he had moved it ― and stroking your hair, keeping his fingers on a lock and almost pulling it; the words of caution, the recommendations, the worries regarding the Lying Deity, the Trickster, the Silver Tongue have lost all their strength, they have all died against the spell of his touch. You don’t know why Loki chose you as the recipient of his attention, but he did; and now, nothing else seems to matter to you anymore.

You knew it. You accepted it. So, when the meetings with Loki became more and more frequent, you were ready. He didn’t need to force your mouth into a kiss, it wasn’t necessary for him to tear off the laces of your bodice and let his hands penetrate underneath, to close on your breasts and squeeze them slowly or slide over your belly. You, you opened the way to his tongue that didn’t miss even an inch of your skin, to his bites that did the same, to his nails that marked your back and thighs. Each daisy remained silent, choosing not to look out of terror or resignation, and not a moan escaped your mouth about it; far too many ran away with him, things that no one knows and should know. More and more, my rose, Loki whispered to you from the first times, more and more. More pleasure, more pain, and depravity. Because I know what you want, Y/N… I know, and I’m here to give it to you. Shall we do it again, my rose?

Now you know it: you’ll never come back. Even the garden in which you are walking knows it, and during the darkest hour your heart is calm, and you can already hear Loki’s steps behind you ― as always. You wait a moment, then you sigh loudly and hug yourself, and an instant later you feel the god’s hands replace yours as he holds you in an iron grip. No light in this embrace. «I told you: if you meet with me, you won’t come back to your house anymore. You’ll be mine forever. You’ll be my flower goddess, you will make your creatures grow only for me. Every creature.» Loki emphasizes these words by moving his hand down to your womb and caressing it, then he buries his face against your shoulder and kisses, nibbles it. «You’ll never be alone, trust me…», he whispers, and you nod, because you know it will be like this. You knew it, you always knew it… and you want it.

You will never be alone again. Not an instant, a single second of a life that is no longer empty, nor yours.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Do you do yandere cult of the lamb? If so can we have a one shot of platonic yandere bishops (including Narinder, before the betrayal) x gn!bishop!reader? The reader can either be the oldest or the youngest but they're still old like the bishops

As the youngest of the Bishops, it became very clear that you weren't going to be taken all that seriously. Or at least that’s how you felt your brethren treated you at first.

Your crown, as it did for all its bearers, gifted you with unfathomable divine power--the power of Life, in your case. From that blossomed your own beautiful realm and a legion of followers who were eternally loyal to your cause. 

So you shouldn't need any "extra protection". Yet the Bishops always watched you like a couple of hawks, intruding into your temple often without reason. All the wile, you noticed each of their peculiar behaviors towards you specifically..and nobody else.

For instance, one evening Leshy had the gall to interrupt one of your sermons....just to ask if you knew how to perform a Sacrifice of the Flesh ritual.

For Great One's sake! He thought you didn’t know the most basic of rituals in all the lands?! 

You felt outright insulted and scorned your elder brother for assuming such things, shooing him away from your temple.

The next morning, you visited your devotion statue and saw a bouquet of camelia flowers laid down in front of it--freshly picked from Darkwood’s finest gardens. Not only that, but there was also a stack of gifts for your followers.

It was an odd yet sweet gesture from Leshy. So you accepted his apology, believing that maybe you’ve been too harsh on him.

Then one day you received news that one of your most devoted followers was kidnapped in the middle of the night--by Kallamar’s own followers.

You knew him a coward, but to do something like this was appalling. The lowest of lows. So you stormed his temple in anger, demanding for their release.

Yet...the squid seemed happy to see you, smiling as he welcomed you despite the fact he clearly pissed you off. But it turns out that he only wanted to talk to you about exchanging doctrines, but didn’t know how else to approach you.

So he ordered his cultists to kidnap your follower to lure you into Anchordeep. And he’s elated to see that it worked! You came for him!

As an apology for angering you, he made those same cultists become violently ill and blessed your follower with good health for the rest of their life. You just scowled at him and quickly left for home with them in tow, insisting that he didn’t use them like that ever again.

Then Heket, the typically arrogant frog bishop, was actually quite sweet to you. Alhough you’d much rather see her true hardiness than this fake persona she puts on specifically in your presence, you don’t complain.

When she overheard your followers were struggling with growing food this season, she took pity and blessed your entire realm with bountiful yields. Every farm plot grew twice as fast.

She hasn't said a word about it, and while you felt like it insinuated that you weren't capable of solving your own food crises..you were grateful for her rare generosity.

Shamura, ever the wiser, suggested a fighting ritual between two of your treasured followers--both of whom desire the title of Witness. Their constant bickering only created rifts in your cult, disrupted sermons, and generally upset you whenever you tried speaking to either of them.

You firmly taught resolution in conversations, negotiations, and forgiveness..no way could you see blood spilt on your temple grounds!

But despite your protests, Shamura had foreseen more disarray within your cult. This was a problem that you could likely ignore, but they couldn’t for some reason. And so they took possession over those two followers one night, filling them with the spirit of warriors, and had them duel to the death for your approval.

It left you horrified, but you did bless the winner with that title, appeasing the eldest of the Bishops.

Narinder was the last in the pattern. Despite being judge, jury, and executioner of all souls who eventually meet him...he actually asked you to decide where the dearly-departed from your cult deserved to be.

He claims it would be “unfair” if he didn’t have your honest opinion. But you objected his request.

Isn’t it his job to make that choice so you and the other Bishops didn’t have to? He was Death, you weren’t, and for him to be influenced by your judgement would surely upset the balance of nature. Of the duties of Bishops.

Why should he put that burden on you? You’ve dealt with the “life” aspect of these souls..so it should be his turn, right?

It didn’t make sense.

None of the Bishops’ actions made sense, you soon realized.

Feeling lost, you sought guidance from Haro. He was quite the enigmatic bird, yet he had a unique connection with your family--ever elusive while simultaneously all-knowing.

You asked him about the behaviors of the others. Why did they act so strange and obsessive over you? To the point of infatuation or committing heinous acts upon your followers or theirs? Was this all just for a minute of your attention?

He revealed to you that a prophecy called for a young Bishop who was fated to keep the balance of Life in the lands. But apparently many “false gods” claimed to be you, and were among the thousands slaughtered until only one remained:

You. The one true god of Life.

Knowing you were finally found, they were swift to take you under their wing, wanting to shelter you from the same mistakes they made growing up. And they did all they could to keep you happy..keep you reliant on them so you didn’t get hurt.

It seems a prophecy indeed drove them mad. 

And as Haro flew away into the night sky, you gained a better understanding of the Bishops you called family.

But it also left you uneasy, realizing they could use this against you.

[kit-williams]

First Kiss Part 3

For those wondering where Nogai is... he is disqualified because his first kiss is in his opening fic. Anrir is also going to be suspiciously absent (unless ya'll write in for him) because he's not super cuddly nor very wholesome. Azazel will eventually be added to the list once he gets a rework

Options that I can remember (Please remind me if I miss a boy)

Astel (Imperial Fist) (Yandere) Odysseus (Custodes) (Husbandry) Barn Warband (Husbandry)

[sagauobsessed]

TW - Yandere behaviour, delusional mindset, wanting to kidnap you, unethical use of a robot, some of this is canon and some of it isn't, my bad writing

The crowds cheered as you entered Mondstadt, with an escort of knights and vision bearers surrounding you, keeping the excited crowd from getting too close. Some yelled, trying to catch your attention, others seemingly prayed with bowed heads, sneaking reverent glances in your direction.

It was incredible. It was intoxicating. It felt almost like something that had always been missing was now in place inside you. Standing in Mondstadt, it was like a dream come true. The shops you had visited so many times were there, they were real, although much more decorated then they ever were through the screen.

And, as you turned, trying to take everything in, you saw her. Katheryne was standing in her booth as normal, somehow having a direct line of sight to you, despite the large crowds. And although you were well aware of Katheryne's nature as a robot, there was something so ... human about her. She blended into the people surrounding her so well, she could easily pass as another member of the Adventurers' Guild.

You locked eyes with her and it truly felt like she was looking at you. Not just in your direction, but AT you. And just as you were about to step out of her line of sight, her smile widened. Her normal polite smile stretched, leaving her with an almost feral grin as she stared at you. Then she was gone, hidden by the crowds as you were swept along. So you were left with no choice but to push down the growing feeling inside you that something was terribly wrong.

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You could still hear the sounds of the intense party going on, in the church of all places, even though you had now returned to the main square of the plaza. The warmth of the party and the happiness from the people you met still lingered inside of you, but it was fast becoming overwhelming, so you slipped out a backdoor.

Your heart caught in your throat as you caught sight of the silhouette standing at the Adventurers' Guild, the fear from earlier quickly destroyed your buzz from the celebrations. But Katheryne did not move, simply stood as she always did with her hands crossed, all alone. And it was the normality that made you creep closer, half expecting her to turn to you with that creepy smile again. But even when you fully stood in front of her, she just looked ahead blankly. The perfect robot.

"Hello Katheryne."

"Ad astra abyssosque! Welcome to the Adventurers' Gu-"

She cut off, halfway through her normal speel, head dropping to her chest. You took a step back, expecting the worst but she simply stood there, frozen. For one second, then two, then three.

Until her head whipped up, making direct eye contact with you.

"Hello, My Creator. It is a pleasure to finally be able to talk with you."

Her voice was different. That was the first thing that struck you. It was softer, with a slight accent that you couldn't quite place.

"Who... What?"

"I'm sorry, did Katheryne scare you? Although she is my most favourite creation, she struggles with doing tasks that are not her basic function. Something I hope to improve in the future."

Your head was spinning? Katheryne's creator? Had something like that ever been stated ingame?

"Why are you not at the party?"

"I.." You trailed off, still trying to process that you were speaking to someone through Katheryne. "It was a little loud, I just wanted some space?"

"You prefer quiet gatherings? I do too! See, I knew we were similar. But don't worry! When you come and meet me, it won't be loud and crowded, it will just be me and you! I'll even send my robots away, so we can have some quality time together."

Although the words were kind, something in her tone was setting off alarm bells in your head and you went to take another step back and distance yourself from the robot. But as you did, one of Katheryne's hands shot out and grabbed your upper arm in a vice like grip.

"In fact, I'll get Katheryne to bring you to me now! I specifically programmed her for this, just in case you did not arrive in Snezhnaya when you finally returned to Teyvat."

"Look, I'm sorry but wh- Who are you?"

The robot was silent, staring at you.

"You don't know who I am? But I thought... I thought I was your favourite creation? Surely, even though you can only hear my voice, you still recognise me? You know my name, don't you?

As you stared at her in shocked silence, the grip that Katheryne had on you tightened. And as it tightened, the realisation of who you were talking to set in

"You know my name, don't you? Please say it. Please tell me you know my name."

"..."

"Hello Sandrone."

Please feel free to make requests or leave comments, it really motivates me :)

[harmonysanreads]

thinking about yandere!candace with a sweet, pure darling...

She's your shield against all the malices of this world that threaten to smear dirt on your pristine psyche, she's your spear that will plunge all the sorrows not letting you smile and you, are her star, one she may have snatched a little too greedily from the firmament to bathe in its light alone.

But her intentions are pure, she wishes for your safety before her own life. She remains sleepless, kissing your forehead and your palm before tucking you to bed, combing through your hair while humming a gentle tune — all so that your dreams may remain uninterrupted and as sweet as the bearer.

She'd do so much more than just bringing candies of ajilenakh nuts or stargaze with you at night if it meant your smile remains unscathed ; you just need to say the word and she'd even go to the ends of Teyvat to fulfill it. But whenever she'd express these thoughts, you'd only chuckle, she's your hero already, you'd say — then you'd plop on to her lap and return to the cosmos, blissfully unaware that you're trapped in a solitary village amongst the desert sands.

Candace loves to dress you up, how perfectly the whites and golds of your clothes match with hers. She'd melt inside if you wore her crescent curved crown, she questions if she's deserving of such a blessing and you'd be there to rid any of her doubts.

Sometimes, she wishes you wouldn't be so trusting of her ; Heavens forbid, what would happen if you were snatched by the grotesque beasts plastered in human flesh? They'd taint your innocence, break you and mold you to their whims, the twinkle of your eyes she so adores would fade and there's a stronger desire to shelter you from the bales of this world now. So, she pushes back her guilt for another moment.

[yanderes-galore]

Heyo, if you’ve played Ocarina of Time, could I request a yan Ganondorf with a reader who is Zelda’s older sister.

Maybe reader was present during Ganondorf pledging loyalty to the king and treated him and his people fair, and tried to convince Zelda he wasn’t as dangerous as she thought.

Of course, when Ganondorf took over, she had to flee and go into hiding because reader had an even larger target on her back than the other two triforce bearers.

Did some research, I'll see what I can do. Not much out there for the Gerudo king, sadly. 😔

Yandere! Ganondorf with Zelda's Sister! Darling

Concept - Ocarina of Time

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Darling is referred to as a sister and Princess, Obsession, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Implied forced marriage.

- Having someone like you believe in everything he said made Ganondorf think his plan would be easy.

- You were present when he leaned in front of your father, pledging his loyalty.

- You even came up to him afterwards with a smile.

- "It is nice to meet you, Ganondorf. I hope to treat you and your people with respect. Even if my younger sister does not share the same sentiments...."

- Ah, your younger sister....

- Princess Zelda.

- You were the eldest child of the royal family, a being of kindness and beauty.

- Too kind for your own good, perhaps.

- That exact same kindness and sweet words is exactly what seals your fate with the Gerudo king....

- He's a master manipulator and always manages to get you on his side.

- He'll hear you and Zelda arguing at some points, smiling when you defend him.

- "You don't understand, (Y/N)! The prophecy says he's a monster!"

- "You and your prophecy nonsense! He's a good man, leave him alone!"

- If only you listened to your sister....

- But how could you have known?

- Ganondorf made sure to be extra careful with manipulating you to his side.

- Even the king thought of giving him your hand in marriage.

- You got along so well with each other!

- He managed to look so genuine towards you.

- You weren't even a Triforce bearer but he still found himself falling for you.

- You were a beauty he wished to have... to take and claim as his.

- He was not expecting your kindness to reflect on him when you were around.

- You two seemed like you'd never part.

- Then Ganondorf managed to get in power through Link opening the sacred realm in the Temple of Time.

- Zelda was safely escorted by Impa luckily, you also managed to flee on your horse.

- A disappointing feat to Ganondorf.

- You ran away from him?

- Didn't you trust him?

- Why would you ever want to leave when you were so nice to him?

- As the years ticked on and the Hero of Time rested, you hid from the Gerudo king.

- Someone you once considered and ally or even a friend.

- Turned out to be a monster just like your sister said.

- Now here you were, hiding away where you thought no one would find you.

- Turns out you were wrong, Ganondorf had eyes everywhere.

- Eyes that were looking out for a specific princess who failed to hide herself enough.

- Soon you'd be brought back to Hyrule Castle, except this time it's cloaked in darkness and no longer felt like your home.

- Who's waiting within?

- Ganondorf, the one who betrayed you and your family.

- "I've been waiting for you, princess."

- The beast says with a grin.

- "Long time no see. A good king would wait for his queen, right?"

- You say nothing, not even when he pulls you closer and rests a palm on your cheek.

- "What? You no longer want to side with me as your king?"

- You're then forced to look at him.

- Those demonic eyes glaring at you in irritation.

- You had a feeling he'd never let you go as long as you were alive.

- "You don't have a choice anymore, (Y/N)."

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Hunting Roses - Chapter 4

AN: This is a yandere Zemo fic. That means that it will have dark content. I do not endorse these relationships and behaviour in real life. This chapter contains mentions of death, tears, pain, divorce, grief, manipulation, fear, panic, and funerals. Also, please let me know if you like the new mood board!

Steve Rogers who was also known as Captain America was not having a good day.  To begin with, General Ross, a man who operated on fear and not respect had introduced the Sokovian Accords to the Avengers.  In doing so, Ross had ensured that each one of the Avengers thoroughly understood that an overwhelming majority of the governments around the world supported the Accords and what would happen to anyone who opposed the Accords in any way, shape, or fashion.

Steve wasn’t blind.  He’d seen the way that Ross zeroed in on Wanda and heard how he kept repeating and emphasising the complete title of the Accords.  He was proud of the way that you and Rhodey had stood up for her.

Steve’s mind was whirring when Ross announced that you had immunity and the other Avengers didn’t.  He had just realised that the singular offer of manipulation was part of a bigger, hidden plan when his phone vibrated.

The message that lit up his screen only contained two words.  But those words were enough to cause another crack in his heart.  Steve’s gaze became unfocused and all he could see were the words, “She’s gone.”

His body trembled as he announced that he had to leave.  Steve couldn’t bring himself to turn around to look at any of his team because he feared that they would see the tears pooling in his eyes and the pain in his heart.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve found himself carrying Peggy’s coffin with five other people.  He had tuned out the whole service and his gaze had become blurry as he stared unblinkingly at Peggy’s coffin.  While there were certainly people in the church that knew of his dual identity, he was sure that none of them would judge him for his grief.

The end of the service came too quickly and not fast enough for Steve and he once again found himself guiding Peggy to her final resting place.  Due to the large crowd, it was easy for him to slip away and return to the now empty church.

That was where Natasha found him.  Natasha had just finished explaining that Tony, Rhodey, and Vision had already signed the Accords.  When Steve asked about Wanda, Natasha replied that Wanda was under house arrest and Tony’s protection.

Steve’s throat felt dry as he gathered his courage to ask Natasha if she had signed the Accords too.  He was afraid that her answer would mean that he would lose another friend.

Steve felt his heart constrict as Natasha confirmed that she had signed the Accords.  He blew out his breath in a disappointed exhale and bent his head to look at the ground instead of Natasha.  Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to reproach Natasha when her phone rang in the church and she answered it.

His head shot up when he heard her tone change.

“Say that again,” the spy commanded, lowering the hand that held her phone to waist level and pressing the speaker button.

“I’d be more than happy to arrange a hearing appointment for you, Widow, although I didn’t think that I’d need to do that for a couple more decades.”

“Tony.” Natasha snapped.

“Not in the mood for jokes I see.” Tony replied smoothly.

“What gave it away?” Natasha asked sarcastically.

“The general tone of your voice, the fact that….”

“Tony!” Steve bit out impatiently.

“Steve.  I’m sorry to hear about Peggy,” Tony stated sombrely, “and I hate to be the bearer of more unwelcome news but (Name) is nowhere to be found and a woman claiming to be the ex-wife of Baron Helmut Zemo has arrived at the compound along with Zemo’s father and son.  They are insistently demanding to talk to as many of us as they can.”

Steve’s feelings about Natasha signing the Accords were pushed to the side at Tony’s words and he and Natasha shared concerned looks.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” Natasha promised.

Steve couldn’t think of a time when he had been more grateful for Natasha’s driving ability even if she was a slightly reckless driver on normal occasions.  Neither of them spoke as she sped through the streets arriving at the compound in exactly ten minutes.

Steve’s curiosity and apprehension built with every step.  He and Natasha walked in silence through the compound and Steve pretended not to notice her side glances every few minutes.  While he walked, he wondered exactly what the Zemo family was doing at the compound.  He also worried about the fact that you had disappeared from the compound.

Over your time with the Avengers, Steve had been able to piece together bits and pieces of your history.  His mind kept returning to the fact that years ago, you and some others had fought against a bill called the Mutant Registration Act.  The reminder of the Act was enough to have Steve fighting a shudder.  He’d done some research on that act and he had been appalled at the fact that the Act had even been allowed to enter the Congress chambers.

Steve had also been horrified at the amount of support that the Act had amassed.  It seemed that the America he had fought for in the forties was slowly slipping away and being replaced with an unfamiliar, unpredictable, and harsher America. 

Three people stood up from their chairs as Steve and Natasha entered the conference room.  Tony, Rhodey, Clint, Wanda and Sam all turned to look at them.  Vision was the only one who didn’t.  His head was cocked to the side and he was gazing at Wanda with concern.  While Natasha sought Clint’s gaze for reassurance, Steve looked at Wanda.  Her eyes were red and the skin around them was red too and Steve felt sympathy and protectiveness surge through him.  He also noticed that Vision was standing close to her.

When Wanda spoke, her voice was firm, “Baron Heinrich Zemo, Heike Párduc, and Carl Zemo, may I introduce Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff?”

Steve frowned slightly as he tried to figure out why Wanda had introduced the three visitors the way she had.  The closest he could get to an answer was that Wanda wanted to introduce them as humans not by their job titles.  He melted when he saw Carl wave to him and he returned the gesture.

“And your other friend?  Phantasm?” Heinrich demanded forcefully, “Where is she?  We came to speak with her!”

Steve’s mind registered the with in Heinrich’s sentence and for some reason, that four letter word had his muscles tensing.  Steve estimated that Heinrich was in his mid-sixties but the man still had a formidable air around him.  Heike seemed to have a similar fire in her eyes.  With her styled, curly blonde hair and light blue eyes, Steve could be forgiven for thinking that Heike was a woman he had encountered in the forties.

Heike’s son on the other hand had innocent brown eyes underneath furrowed eyebrows and neatly parted, short brown hair.  It was easy to tell that Heinrich and Carl were related just by looking at them and Steve’s heart sank because if he could spot the similarities, chances are that other people could as well and Carl could be used as leverage against his family simply because his grandfather was royalty.

Heike turned to her son, who had sat down again while looking at Steve with an awed expression.

“Show them what you can do,” Heike urged quietly and Carl frowned deeply, closing his eyes.  When Carl reopened them, Steve was shocked to see his shield sitting on the table between them. 

Without thinking about it, Steve reached forwards to touch his shield but his hand passed through it as if it wasn’t there.

“Carl’s talent appeared the night we left Sokovia.” The Baron rumbled, his voice losing some of its forcefulness as Heike smiled at Carl proudly and the illusion of Steve’s shield vanished when Carl grinned happily up at his mother.

“We think it has something to do with his father’s innate talent of persuading people to see his point of view,” the Baron continued.  Steve understood the underlying meaning of the Baron’s words.  It seemed that the Baron’s son had no qualms about using words or force to encourage his audience to see his point of view.

“Though that isn’t the only reason why we came,” Heike revealed, “it is a small part of it.  We all wanted to thank Phantasm for her actions in Sokovia and we wanted to warn her.”

“Warn her?” Clint echoed, “Why?”

Wanda and Heike looked at each other and then Heike asked Wanda and Vision to take Carl on a tour of the compound.  Heike and Heinrich watched them leave and then Heike turned back to face Steve.  When she spoke, Steve noticed that her voice had risen slightly and he could detect notes of urgency and panic in it though her tone remained level.

“You must understand that Helmut and I fell out of love a long time ago.  We chose to stay together for Carl and because we didn’t want to give the Sokovian media any opportunity to report gossip.  I’m sure you understand that concept.”

The present Avengers all made small noises of agreement.

Heike cleared her throat, “When we landed in America and had not heard from Helmut, I began to dream of a different life.  In Sokovia, not only was he a former Colonel of the Sokovian Armed Forces but he was a commander of EKO Scorpion, an elite strike force.  As a result of his time with those organisations, I began to witness a darker side of the man.  There was a ruthlessness to him and so, I quietly made inquires about divorcing him.  Heinrich found out about my endeavours and to my surprise, he supported me.”

“People change over time.”  Heinrich asserted, “Sometimes it is not for the better.” 

Tony nodded, “I’ve had that happen to me once or twice with people I’ve known for a long time.”

Heike nodded, “Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, I was able to recover the divorce papers that I had signed before we fled Sokovia.  When Helmut arrived unexpectedly on our doorstep, he inquired about your friend and there was a longing hidden in his inquires and I thought to myself, “Why would he hide his intrigue?”  All of the answers I considered left a bitter taste in my mouth and so, I took the opportunity and presented Helmut with the divorce papers that I signed.  As soon as he left, I felt as if I had played right into his hands and so, we made plans to come here to warn Phantasm.  It seems we have arrived too late and she is gone.”

“I have a few ideas where she might have gone.”  Natasha spoke up reassuringly and some of the tension left Heike’s body although Steve saw that Heinrich was still unconvinced, “We’ll find her and we’ll tell her what you told us.”

“I will also admit that I am worried about Carl,” Heike continued and Heinrich nodded, “while I know that Helmut would be incredibly protective and if the occasion asked for it, downright wrathful if any of his enemies tried to harm Carl in any manner, Carl is a young boy who adores his father.  He knows he has a talent and if he thought he could help his father by using this talent…” Heike trailed off.  Steve could see the shock on all the Avengers’ faces particularly Natasha, Rhodey and Tony’s faces at the implication that an innocent child could be manipulated into helping his father simply because they were related.

Heinrich confirmed the hidden message in Heike’s final speech for the Avengers, “It would be best if Helmut never found out about his son’s talent but we do not live in an ideal world.  We must be practical.  Do you know of a place where my grandson can learn to use his talent safely and without fear?” 

“There’s a place called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters,” Natasha explained “and it would be the first place (Name) would go to feel safe again.  On the outside, it appears that the school is academically focused but that is a façade.  Its true purpose is to provide a safe environment for children and adults like Carl.”

“Can you escort him there?” Heike pleaded, “I fear that my ex-husband has eyes and ears everywhere and that it will be sooner rather than later that he finds out about Carl’s gift.”

Natasha raised her chin, “I will escort him there and do my absolute best to protect him,” she vowed.

[lillianlewellyn]

MY OC, Lewellyn as a yandere

*･゜ﾟ Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Depending on his mood, Lewellyn if he so wished he could have crushed the 'pests' that were blocking his and his darling's relationship with his own hands, dragging them into the dungeon where he experimented on several of his creations, allowing the poor fellow to pass through the seven torments of hell from the inhumane experiments he gave them. But if he had been more generous, Lewellyn would have just made that person's life a living hell on earth where he was ignored and hated by society, his family and friends from the many rumors and incidents he created.

*･゜ﾟ Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Lewellyn will treat you like you are his goddess that he worships and adores, he will previously watch you like a panther from the dark, watching with dedication what amuses you, your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, habits you may not even have. aware of those little things, he recorded them all in his daily diary with full detail and kept them in a secret locker in his study room. Of course he won't kidnap you right then and there, he will first get you to trust and be comfortable with him, become someone his darling can rely on in their lives and after a few months have passed as the darling's (fake) friend, at the same time he will make your reputation so badly destroyed that everyone even your friends and family will hate you which leaves only one person darling can hope for, namely Lewellyn alone, the only one darling can interact with and lean on.

*･゜ﾟ Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Of course not! Lewellyn is not the type of person who considers a relationship just based on attraction, he is someone who has high value on a relationship and also not someone who will play with the feelings of his partner/girlfriend/wife. Very dedicated, loyal, caring, understanding and indulgent towards their relationship and will do anything to please their partner, however, there are exceptions when the partner wants to leave this sacred bond, until death, lewellyn will never let you go darling~.

*･゜ﾟ Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

None of your punishments are physical, but they are mental. Lewellyn has a way with words and she knows how to use them well enough to make you doubt yourself and others. It's subtle. And if you have behaved really badly, Lewellyn, however hesitant, can use guilt tripping against you where he will bring up how he tried to be by your side even though everyone else shunned and hated you, how he had been a friend trying to protect you. from people who have bad intentions towards you and so on, of course he will add some sweet words that sound like devil's whispers to be embedded in you which makes you more dependent on him.

*･゜ﾟ Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

As a childhood, due to his dismal childhood and being regarded as a bearer of evil towards anyone he interacted with, Lewellyn had a poor outlook on the world and love because it was love that made him suffer regretfully, causing him to always have misgivings and not fully believe. against someone, especially with the death of his loved one (a nun named Marry) who died miserably for protecting him from the villagers. And because of his fear and powerlessness to lose a loved one a second time, Lewellyn acted even more cruelly than before, which might make you or the people around the darling take the brunt of his negative feelings.

*･゜ﾟ Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

I would say you could try to get Lewellyn's sympathy, show him that he has soured your relationship, show him how he hurt you by holding yourself to himself, how his actions only made things worse and would make his beloved sister, to grieve from heaven because see how he grew up with that thought. But it is unlikely that he will listen or agree to it.

*･゜ﾟ Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, Lewellyn is too dear to you to make you suffer or to break you. He loves you so much for who you are, in your natural beauty that made him fall for you. And he is not delusional, he fully knows that you hate him and want him dead, but he is patient and dedicated even though he has to put up with the dagger-sharp words to come out of the darling's mouth every day and get beaten up by them, he will only smile and take care of you with all their heart because he really loves you.

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Who-hoooo boy Lorgar.

If there's any Primarch who gets respectfully turned down, and then shows his Yandere side. It's him.

I just have no idea how to write that fic

Mmm. Interesting. So, uh, I'm pretty much spoiling my list for Lorgar but it's whatever. We can do both a fic and a list.

My list plays on Lorgar's need to believe in something and, following the razing of Monarchia, he turns to the reader or whomever but unlike Cyrene who embraces her spiritual significance to Lorgar and the Word Bearers, they in good nature reject Lorgar's attempts to deify them.

Big Mistake. HUUUUGGGGGGGEEEE.

He snaps. Hard. Maybe so hard that Kor Phaeron is legitimately worried (totes your call on this) and pretty much forces the reader/them/whoever to be his guiding light or what have you.

The part that I'm stuck on is whether or not I want him to do the same ritual on them that he did to save Angron or leave it up to interpretation but yeahhhhhhh!