Tumgik
#yandere ikemen prince
yandere-romanticaa · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I'm just imagining how Gilbert von Obsidian would admire the pretty engagement ring he put on your finger as you eat breakfast together.
He has you brought back to him to his kingdom, dressed in the finest midnight black silk, the scent of fresh roses still lingering on your flesh as he indulges in the softness of your neck. Sometimes he just allows his lips to linger, to tease you like the cruel man that he is.
Other times, his patience snaps like a twig and he just bites.
The bites are never gentle. They're rough and sharp, the bruise would stay there for weeks to come and don't you dare cover them up.
You would just upset him if you did that, and that is not something you want to do.
It gets harder and harder to focus on the food in front of you as Gilbert just keeps going at it, his red eye twinkling like a ruby, its sheer redness nearly blinding you with its intensity.
You are at an impasse - do you fight him? Your spirit is still intact and you have no desire to stay stuck in this gilded cage he set up for you. But you just think back to all the blood that was spilled because of you, how many people lost their lives because they helped you, none of which knew that you were engaged to the deranged beast prince of Obsidian.
Gilbert sinks his teeth into you once more and you are brought back down to reality.
There really was no fighting him anymore, was there?
You let out an accidental little yelp, much to Gilbert's pleasure. You feel him grin, his pearly whites tainted with your thick, scarlet blood, just how he liked it. He won, he knew this.
He was just happy that you finally were aware of that fact too.
644 notes · View notes
omkookie · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"Don't worry. It's just me."
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Yandere!Rio, NONCON, somnophilia, choking, unprotected sex. Fem!MC
Tumblr media
Yandere Rio is so twisted that he no longer acts like Rio. He’s lost in the madness of his obsession, and his crazed mind can’t reason or differentiate right from wrong anymore...🩷
....
Rio thinks it's too much. Your endless studying, and undying devotion as Belle. You work far too much, way too hard, and you don't even treat yourself. That's why, as your caring butler he takes it upon himself to take care of you and relieve you of your stress. You wake up with his hand clasped over your mouth and his cock inside of you.
Your worried eyes frantically try to focus on him through the darkness of your room, and you thrash around, trying to scratch and kick your assaulter until you finally hear a familiar voice speak. "Don't worry. It's just me~" Rio says under his breath, And your eyes water with stinging hot tears. You feel dreadfully weak because you realize that it’s him. He, your most trusted person was raping you. That breaks your heart far more than knowing someone else was doing it.
Rio hears your muffled cries and quiet sobs, yet he pretends not to. His hand moves to your neck, and he gives your throat a hard enough squeeze as a warning for you to be quiet. “I’m going to take my hand off of your mouth, okay?” He speaks, and your erratic breathing increases as he warns you not to scream. “Don’t scream.” He says sternly, making sure to tighten his grip on your throat to get his words through your head.
He takes his hand off of your mouth, and you let out a whimper as you ask him why.
Why is he doing this?
“Because I love you so much! I want to make love to you and take care of you. You’ve been working so hard.” He says, as his other hand moves toward your hip to hold you.
What happened to your Rio? This one couldn’t be him. He just couldn’t.
“It’s okay! You don’t need to cry.” He tells you. “You know, I’m veeery happy to be with you.” He chuckles at the end, and you feel your stomach twist in disgust.
“I love you so much.” He repeats those words like they're a mantra.
He uses your body as he pleases, eventually tiring you out enough for you to stop resisting. You’re helpless, You can’t get him off of you, and he won’t be letting you go any time soon. His hips slam into yours harder now, making you jerk in surprise. You know he’s close, and he knows you’re tired. “You’re already sleepy?” he asks, and you nod, even if he can’t see it in the dark.
“Just give me a moment… I’m almost done.” He whispers, and you wait tiredly. Wait for him to finish filling you with his cum as if you were some toy. After what feels like forever, He finally does. A fresh stream of tears runs over the dried ones on your cheeks, and Rio snuggles against you, pressing you firmly against his body.
"I love you, Goodnight.” He kisses your shoulder, and you remain quiet.
You lie there, trapped in his arms and unable to get as much as a wink of sleep after what has happened. You feel dirty, sinful, disgusting. You want to take a shower and scrub your skin, hoping you can get him off of you, wash him away and wash off all of the guilt and shame that you feel.
You can’t sleep that night. You can’t get up and clean yourself, You can’t move an arm without his grip on you tightening. He’s not sleeping, and as his hand wraps around your neck to hold you in place, It slowly sinks in to you that you’ll never be able to sleep normally again.
Tumblr media
445 notes · View notes
onceonafullmoon · 10 months
Text
A Marionette's Ball
Yan! Chevalier x Fem! Reader x Yan! Gilbert
Tw!! Manipulation, threats of violence, implied captivity, period typical misogyny and Gilbert Von Obsidian himself
You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal.  And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.
-----
You need to stop fiddling with your necklace.
You know you need to calm down, but doing so is another story; you can practically feel the weight of everyone’s stares on you, not malicious, but prying still in their curiosity.
And it’s tough fighting the urge to snatch one of the champagne flutes off of the waiter's plates and down it in one gulp, but the subtle warning of Chevalier’s fingers pressing at your waist helps you forget the idea.
Right.
Just make a good impression and then you’ll get to go back to your own schedule with only one scrutinizing set of eyes on you.
It’s almost impossible to mess this up anyways, with all the effort Sariel has been putting into making you a “true lady befitting of a prince”.
Ha.
The audacity of that claim makes you laugh. 
As if you had a choice in any of this. 
As if you were something more than a puppet on a string pulled by the most powerful man in the kingdom.
Nevertheless, you pushed through the lessons easily enough, it was, at the very least, an escape from Chevalier’s smothering presence, although you would rather have buried your nose into a good book instead.
At any rate, it doesn’t seem like much of your work will be put into play considering the way that Chevalier has you glued to his side.
You suppose you get the hostility, he’s always been a touch smothering even before… this, and it doesn’t help that princes from other nations are currently visiting too.
Not that you would have the opportunity to meet any of them considering how anal Chevalier was about your “safety”.
In fact, if it were a year ago when you were still “unruly” he would have probably kept you chained in his room the whole time.
Well, if all good behavior amounted to was this then you probably could have thrown a fit to get yourself locked up again. Now it was too late, and you were stuck smiling fakely at some random noble who came to give his greetings. 
“My, my, if it isn’t the mystery woman that everyone’s been wondering about. Everyone’s been wondering about the one who stole the Chevalier Micheal’s heart, it's a pleasure to finally be able to meet you.” The nobleman, who you recall vaguely being named Lord Wessley, greets you with a certain, subtle prying look on his face as he studies you.
“Oh, you flatter me, but I’m afraid I’m not much to speak of. Any compliments should be redirected towards my fiancé.” You smile, cringing at the use of the word fiancé but happy enough with the way Chevalier’s brow furrows ever so slightly in annoyance.
You can almost hear his voice ringing out in your ears.
“If you have enough time to dish out praise, then you have enough time to do something useful with yourself, simpleton.”
“Praise worthy indeed!” Another man cuts in, rudely, albeit he’s possibly a bit drunk already. “An arsenal of military feats, a genius intellect that only appears once a century, and now a bride to be, you’re truly something else Prince Chevalier!”
You have to try your hardest to bite back the laugh bubbling up in you and Chevalier slightly grimaces.
Wessley furrows his eyebrows slightly at the intrusion but doesn’t comment, or rather, doesn’t get the chance to comment as he’s interrupted again. 
“And what a beauty she is, I can see why you’ve kept her locked up away from the rest of us!”
And now you are no longer smiling.
Karma really is a bitch.
The grip around your waist tightens and you find yourself conflicted about whether to celebrate the (hopefully only) verbal lashing this misogynistic bastard will get or to intervene for the sake of this very clearly drunk man.
Empathy wins out in the end, but also because you don’t trust Chevalier not to immediately jump at the chance to “incidentally” find this man charged with treason.
“I’m flattered by praise, truly, but you look a bit sickly to me, are you feeling alright?”
He opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off smoothly.
“Poor thing, I bet you can hardly stand, much less answer coherently, but there are several couches in the foyer for you to rest at. I’d escort you myself but, considering the circumstances, perhaps Lord Wessley can escort you instead?”
Of course, Wessley himself isn’t too keen on leaving the conversation, seeing as he probably started it to discuss his own business. But when you phrase it in such a way of offering good will, he can’t refuse. 
With a furrowed brow he replies in kind and leaves.
Perhaps Sariel’s lessons did come in handy, you think as you find yourself alone again.
A sigh from Chevalier has you mending your thoughts, not completely alone, unfortunately.
“How bothersome.” He grumbles, finally letting his arm drop from your waist.
“Yeah, being stuck around someone you can’t stand, tell me about it.” 
He gives you a look which would scare the living daylights out of even a battle hardened soldier, to which you innocently smile at.
You know him well enough to know when you’re actually in trouble.
“What? Just offering some words of support in your trying times Prince Chevalier, now wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”
Your smile dips into a frown when instead of falling for the taunt he smirks at you.
“Prince Chevalier? I recall being referred to as fiancé earlier.”
You narrow your gaze, regretting your earlier decision to speak.
“Don’t read much into it, you’ll strain your eyes trying to find nothing.”
He simply smirks again.
“Complacency is a dangerous thing isn’t it?”
He leans in closer, tilting your head up, sending roils of annoyance and slight embarrassment through you as you fix your eyes on his face, unwavering from his.
“...It’d be a shame for you, if all your efforts were for naught.”
He chuckles derisively, letting you go. 
“Now, wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”
You glare at him, annoyed that he used your words against you, before deciding to make a tactful retreat.
“Now that I’ve taken care of your nuisances, I’m taking care of mine for a bit and freshening up. Does that please your highness, or should I stay tethered to your side for another hour?” 
He scoffs. 
“Just don’t get lost, simpleton.”
To use Clavis’s terminology, the Cheva translation of that would mean: “Go ahead, but if you aren’t back in 10 minutes I will find you and there will be consequences.”
“...Whatever your highness wishes.”
You supposed Chevalier already knew that you weren’t going to the bathroom to freshen up, rather instead to find a private area to ruminate at being bested by him once more, and that almost made you even more upset.
It’s stupid that you’re even angry, you know that there's no winning a fight against him. It was already a given that he would twist your words around in an attempt to make you succumb to him, and yet…
You furrow your brow as you turn the corner.
It was all you could do, if you could annoy him, even just a bit then that would be victory enough… 
At least it should be, if you didn’t get carried away with it.
But damn you for having a competitive streak and damn him for pointing out the one idea that would make you sick to your stomach.
(Although, maybe if you thought about it more, you would find it was only his own sick desires taking form in his words.)
“Complacency, my ass.” You mutter, as you push open the door to the library.
Despite this being originally Chevalier’s domain, you’ve also been quite the avid reader, and so any time alone with books was welcome. And even if you weren’t alone… well at least he had the sense not to disturb you, outside of his general presence.
Scanning the room when you enter, you find your eyes catching on the rows of bookshelves before halting when you see the shape of a figure, dimly lit by a candle.
You frown slightly.
While there were no set rules against entering a host’s library, it was still considered bad taste to enter rooms you weren’t explicitly given access to. Not that this person seemed unaware of it, judging by the lofty coat you could make out they seemed to be born into wealth.
Well, you weren’t exactly a shining beacon of manners either, considering that you were ditching your debut ball in order to sulk in the corner of a dark room because your captor/fiancé bested you in a game of wits.
Although, when you put it that way, your life does sound significantly more ridiculous.
You, albeit hesitantly, decide to give the person the benefit of the doubt and approach them to direct them back to the ball.
“Excuse me?” You call out, nearing the figure. “Are you lost?”
They turn around, and it becomes apparent that they’re a man. But not just any man, you realize, as a few more details come to light that have you suddenly freezing in place.
First, the dark crimson eye that gazes upon you while the other hides behind a black eye patch.
Second, the black cane who’s shiny finish glints in the candle light.
And lastly, the golden encrusted emblem, signature of an Obsidianite.
“Oh no, I’m exactly where I need to be.” Gilbert Von Obsidian responds cheerfully.
You suddenly have the sense that you’ve, to use words that Chevalier claims are “crude and boorish”, absolutely fucked up.
To be fair to you, you hadn’t been able to see even a glimpse of any foreign princes, much less would you have predicted that the damn Prince of Obsidian was going to be there, or more accurately here, in your lovely library safe space. 
It’s not often that anyone other than Chevalier makes you stumped on what to do these days, but that goes to show how dangerous complacency really is.
“Prince Gilbert.” You finally manage to greet, falling into a practiced curtsey. 
When you pull your head back up, he has an innocuous smile on his face, eyes crinkled slightly.
“No need to lower yourself, (Name) (Last Name), soon enough we’ll be on the same social standing won’t we?”
Oh, of course he knows who you are, couldn’t make it any less difficult for you could he? Still, the provocation (actually, whether he knew it as a provocation or not was a matter to be unseen yet) of your future engagement has you irritated as well as afraid.
“You never know what might happen.” You respond neutrally. “I’d hate to offend because I grew cocky.”
“Cautious, aren’t you?” He questions.
“That’s a good trait to have, although, I can’t say I would’ve thought the woman who tamed the Brutal Beast would be so meek.”
You want to laugh at his attempt at a jab, because he couldn’t be closer to the truth.
You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal. 
And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.
But even still, you couldn’t help the words that poured out of your mouth.
“I would argue that being meek and being cautious are entirely different, but it must be difficult to understand from your perspective.”
“That so?” He hums. “What’s your view then?”
“That you can’t tell the difference, because for you, someone who has been powerful and feared for so long, there’s hardly any need for subtlety when dealing with others. For people like me, discretion is a necessary tool.”
A tinge of bitterness seeps into your tone as you respond, or maybe it's jealousy; you can’t tell. 
But it’s enough to make Gilbert pause, facing you, seemingly looking at you like he hasn’t seen you before, his eye glinting with something akin to interest. 
Oh.
Shit.
You’ve always had a bad habit of overplaying your hand during your time with Chevalier, possibly because you were so used to a lack of consequences due to his soft spot. It would’ve been better and safer for him to believe you were Chevalier’s little trophy wife and suffer the stab it would take to your ego. 
“...I suppose that “genius’s thinking alike” must be true, for you to be able to make such a succinct assumption about me.” He smiles, this time his eyes glinting with something darker.
“...I wouldn’t go so far as to imply that Prince Gilbert.” You say, desperate in your attempt to backtrack.
“Oh? Cowering now, are we?” He asks, the smile on his face growing more predatory. “And here I thought you’d be more vicious.”
He’s clearly trying to pry at you, to goad you into snapping at him, but you’ve since realized that the playing field had favored him from the start and you’d do better to avoid the trap he’d set for you.
“...I think you have rather high expectations, that you might think of me similar to the company I keep.”
“And you’d be right.” He says, drawing himself closer to you, even more empowering as he draws near, his red eye glistening like the blade of a knife.
You find yourself wanting to run, like the terrified lamb you are in the face of the threatening jaws of the beast in front of you.
But you don’t.
Because these damn beasts are always just toying with you, never daring to go for the killing blow.
He towers over you, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, but you find that you can’t quite summon up the effort to change your expression.
“…”
“…”
Moments pass and his eye widens a bit, seemingly shocked at your lack of expression.
“You aren’t scared, are you?” He states, more as a fact than a question as he pulls himself away to an appropriate distance.
You shrug as if to say you don’t quite care, but you felt like laughing.
The truth is, he’s wrong. 
You’re constantly scared, every single day of your life.
When you wake up, when you go to sleep, you’re filled with horror constantly, terrified by the man who lays beside you. Every move you make is calculated and stuff, made in fear of the blades, not set to cut you, but rather everything you know and love.
Even now you’re scared, not quite by the prospect of death, but by the fact that it doesn’t scare you.
The fact that you would rather accept freedom in the form of being removed from your earthly ties than to live another life being tethered to this life scares you, because you know death is the only way you’ll be safe from him.
It brings you only slight ease that despite his best efforts of chasing perfection, Chevalier still only amounts to a man.
Gilbert’s laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the man in front of you.
“That’s excellent!” He says, toothy grin lighting up his face, eye lighting up like he’s a child who’s found a new toy to play with.
Somewhere deep down you can feel a familiar sense of dread forming in the pit of your stomach that only comes with Chevalier, almost like deja vu.
It shouldn’t surprise you, after all it’s said that the prince of Obsidian is a genius only the likes of Chevalier could rival. It’s the type of gossip you used to absentmindedly listen to while busying yourself walking down the streets.
Still, you’ve survived Chevalier, albeit with your share of scars, you can handle at least one chance meeting with another snobby prince.
“Are you done threatening me then Prince Gilbert? I believe my fiancé is looking for me.” You say, keeping your tone neutral.
He chuckles, that wide, creepily childlike smile still on his face as he hears you speak.
“Of course. Tell Prince Chevalier that I congratulate him on finding such an interesting toy.”
“Of course.” You mimic, turning on your heel to leave. “Perhaps next time we can meet in a more fitting setting rather than the library, Prince Gilbert.”
Petty, yes, but he doesn’t seem affected by the rebuttal you throw his way judging by the small laugh he lets out as you leave.
Toy, huh?
You think, as you find yourself retracing your steps back to the ballroom. 
More fitting than lover that’s for sure, but you doubt even a genius like Gilbert would understand from just a glance that that was the case, rather he meant it in a dismissive manner.
But still, you can’t help the bitter smile that appears on your face at the statement.
Because you would end up back at Chevalier’s side, and either through your expressions or through his own logic system that you couldn’t possibly fathom, he would understand everything that happened. And then, like always, you would end up locked up in a cage while, ironically, the beast who should be locked in there would prowl around, growling at anyone who came close, possessive of his toy.
And the worst part is, even though you could see the path paved for you, leading you to your own demise, you still had to follow it, like written in a story, like fate.
And maybe that’s why you smile instead of frown when you see your beloved captor’s face twist into a look of grim understanding as he sees you again, wordlessly gesturing you to draw nearer with his gaze.
Because ironically enough, the only person even close enough to understanding or even changing your situation was the same breed as the monster that possessed you.
And it’s an amusing thought to you.
But if you could see the expression of a certain dark haired man, thinking almost fondly on your interaction, you wouldn’t find it half as funny.
219 notes · View notes
dotster001 · 6 months
Note
Yandere Chevalier headcanon please 🥺
Summary:Chevalier x gn! Reader
CW: yandere,physical harm to reader, murder, psychological harm to reader, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, blood, isolation, food and water deprivation, probably more but consider yourself warned
A/N: idk how dark you expected it to be, but this is the brutal beast we're talking about so.... also! I have an in progress series where I look at the Yan journey of ikepri characters after their routes, so if eventually there is a fic that is very similar to this, think of it as a rough draft
Tumblr media
When he falls, he falls hard. Not that you'll ever know. To you, he'll always look unfeeling and cruel. Most days you can't help but wonder if he hates you. But it's so far from the truth. For the first time, he's filled with love and warmth. And it's so overwhelming that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
He tries to let you live free for a while. After all, he would fight to the death if someone held him under lock and key. For a while he's successful. Until one day, in his distraction over you, an assassination attempt gets a little too close to you. You aren't hurt. But you find yourself drenched in blood as Chev runs the assailant through. Your haunted face is revealed as the body in front of him crumples. And he realizes that he can't leave you on your own. Not if he's going to be a part of your life.
He thinks he is fine with your hatred. After all, he loves you, and that's what matters. He can't expect you to love him back, not when you're chained to the headboard of his bed. He's used to people fearing and hating him. And yet he's beginning to feel a new feeling. A new, nasty, aching feeling in his chest. When he holds you and all you do is whimper, the ache worsens.
And people begin to notice. Chev, king, and master of his countenance, is cranky. Only Clavis and Sariel know the truth, and while Clavis is initially amused, eventually, even he needs his boss to get back to normal. So, it's not very gentlemanly, but he places a book, that's been secretly popular in the town, on Chevalier's desk unceremoniously. A dark romance, where the love interest succumbs to Stockholm syndrome and falls for their captor. It wasn't an openly popular book, but someone had to be purchasing all those books.
Chevalier had scoffed at his brother's gift, initially thinking it was a joke. But upon further inspection, he realized it was a piece offering. A genuine gift. A piece of advice. If anyone could psychologically break a darling into submission, it would be him.
And he does. It's not perfect submission, he still wants you to be you, but it's enough that you grow dependent on him. Just as before, you can't be sure if he loves you or hates you. And that's the crux of his control over you. If you're good, he'll heave a heavy sigh and give you affection. If you're bad, it will be like you don't even exist in his world. You are dirt. Dust. A bug beneath his feet. Only good darlings get love. Just like every other fool in his life, you're a pawn in his game. You just happen to be a fool that makes him feel butterflies in his stomach.
He doesn't like to hurt you physically. But he will if he has to. Nothing too damaging, part of your appeal is your aesthetic, after all. But if you do something stupid like think you can escape (and all you have to do is think it. He always knows) he might slap you, or hit you with a riding crop. If you make it a step outside of the room, he won't hurt you. But someone you love will be killed right in front of you. And you will be tasked with cleaning it up. If you somehow make it farther than step outside the room (aka, he lets you as a trust test) prepare to be isolated in a cold damp dungeon cell for as long as it takes for you to pass out from lack of food or water. Then he'll nurse you back to health so that all your mind sees is how kind and doting he is.
You can't win against the brutal beast. Geniuses have tried and failed. And one day, when you no longer have the foolish urge to fight him, when the prey finally recognizes it has lost, he might tell you he loves you.
82 notes · View notes
vtoriacore · 1 year
Text
༺𓆩 valentine’s brutal, darling! 𓆪༻
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
♡‧₊˚‎ the inner working of the heart:
this event will only contain pieces that will either be yandere or nsfw! bear in mind, nsfw will only be written for afab readers and will use she/her prns but yandere pieces will always be gn! i do write wlw for nsfw.
now that we have gotten that out the way, here is some info regarding this valentine’s event! the entire selection of prompts (or rather lyrics which will be used as inspiration for the writing) is based on chase atlantic songs! there is no requirement for you to know about them or their music however, as the simple rules will explain everything you have to do! <3
these will be posted in instalments that will be sorted by fandom and nsfw/yandere! so it may take me a lil’ while to get everything out and ready. please be patient <3
‎♡‧₊˚‎ follow the heartbeat:
have i captured your interest? great! let’s move onto the rules shall we? don’t worry, they’re quite simple! all you have to do is send me the song title and the character you want it with after reading the lyrics from either the yandere section or the nsfw section! 
however! i will only write for a specific character once. and the same applies for the song title! so if, let’s say, the song ‘moonlight’ was chosen for ‘azul’, neither the song nor the character could be requested again! 
therefore, this event will work on a first come, first served basis. i will regularly update what characters and songs have already been chosen, so stay on the lookout for that dear! if your request doesn’t get written, this will be the reason why.
requesting nsfw for the twst first years is strictly prohibited <3!
‎♡‧₊˚‎ to your heart’s desire:
        ❥ twst [riddle, ace, cater, leona, ruggie. azul, jade, floyd, kalim, jamil, vil, rook, lilia, sebek]
        ❥ genshin impact [albedo, cyno, hu tao, kazuha, kaeya, eula, ayaka, ayato, lisa, mona, nilou, ningguang, ei, kokomi, heizou, childe, tighnari, venti scaramouche/wanderer, xiao, yae miko, yanfei, yelan, zhongli] 
        ❥ hetalia [feliciano, ludwig, kiku, lovino, gilbert, antonio, yao, alfred, ivan, matthew, francis, arthur, vladimir, elizaveta, tolys, lukas, matthias, emil, tino, lux, natalia, feliks, yong soo, allistor // luciano, allen, zao, flavio 
        ❥ ikeprince [yves kloss, clavis lelouch, chevalier michel, silvio ricci, gilbert von obsidian]
❥ 25/25 slots taken <3 thank you to everyone who participated! i will be writing these until april between my studying and by then everything will be out and this post will get a masterlist!
Tumblr media
♡‧₊˚‎ vtória’s playlist [yandere]:
❥ now paused [SCARAMOUCHE];
"friends - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ and what the hell were we?
tell me we weren't just friends
this doesn't make much sense, no “
❥ now paused [FELICIANO];
"numb to the feeling - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ heard you got a heart, let me see
heard you got a heart, let me see
i need you to split that thing with me
yeah, i need you to split that thing with me ”
❥ now paused [KAEYA];
"slide - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ slide, i can see the pain in your eyes
i don't wanna say that I'm good, but
i'll take you to heaven if you die “
❥ now paused [LOVINO];
"right here - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ it's happening again
well, i don't give a fuck about your friends
i'm right here, here
oh, baby, take a look around
i'm the only one that hasn't walked out “
❥ now paused [FLOYD];
"swim - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out
the water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim
out in california, i'll be forward stroking, swim
so hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim “
❥ now paused [XIAO];
"consume - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ and I know there's a blade where your heart is
and you know how to use it
and you can take my flesh if you want,
but baby, don't abuse it “
❥ now paused [IVAN] [tw - SH];
"uncomfortable - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ my head could be a vessel for your own mind
all you gotta do is talk
a flood is slowly building at your wrists now
and death is just a thought “
❥ now paused [LEONA]:
"paradise - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
 ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ it feels like heaven on the inside
you’re calling my name and, oh, it sounds nice
the way that you're dancing in the moonlight
i think I'm falling in love with all these big signs “
❥ now paused [ANTONIO];
"falling - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ oh, we've lost it
screeching off with no names
you said, ‘watch this’
with your hands in the rain “
❥ now playing [CHILDE];
"what u call that - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i'm sorry that i took my time to call back
well, i don't wanna spend time with your family
'cause i'm afraid i'll run my mouth and start rambling
wait, i know that your dad doesn't like me “
❥ now paused [YELAN];
"you too - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ knew you had a heart
didn't know that i would break it, off
don't choose
if you love it, then you cut the thing loose, yeah “
❥ now paused [ALFRED];
"triggered - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ telling you, i won't slow down, won't slow down
you gotta know right now, there's no way out
i’mma pull the trigger off
and i’mma let these bullets talk “
❥ now paused [RUGGIE];
"dancer in the dark - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ oh baby, maybe it's that look in your eyes
they been telling me you wanna leave
you’ve been dancing with the devil all night
it's like hell is where you wanna be ”
❥ now paused [ALBEDO];
"cassie - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ shit i probably tore their heart right out
at least that's how it feels right now (yeah)
but we're holdin' on, we're holdin' on
we say some words, we land them wrong “
❥ now paused [VIL];
"her - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i'm getting feelings that i didn't before
and all i wanna do is stay with them
but i know all i have is one day with them “
❥ now paused [AZUL];
"moonlight- chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ we're diving through the bottom of the ocean
swimming through a bottle of emotions,
maybe i was thinking you would notice “
❥ now paused [GILBERT];
"heaven and back- chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ well, you lied
you said you were fine
but now you're terrified
say you don't wanna die
then you start to cry
you wish that you could take it all back “
❥ now paused [HU TAO];
"23 - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i can't believe this is happening
what did i do?
what did you do to me?
this isn't true to me “
Tumblr media
♡‧₊˚‎ vtoria’s playlist [nsfw]:
❥ now paused [LUCIANO];
"slow down - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
   ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i don't know if you already know how
but, i got the feeling that you know now
you're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud
but i'm about to show you, baby, slow down“
❥ now paused [JADE];
"church - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ▶ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ and I'll keep leading you on
if you keep leading me into your room
the drinks are all gone
but that's fine, baby, so am i “
❥ now playing [ALLEN];
"devilish - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ sever off the head and watch the body fall
see you in the depths, that ain't a metaphor
sex, blood, fashion, dripping holy water
holy shit, she worshipping my dick like it's the Holy Father “
❥ now paused [JAMIL];
"okay - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ i can feel it in my brain
hit the tongue, watch it dissolve, just take a taste, yeah
she gonna make decisions either way
i swear ever since i hit it i ain't ever been the same, yeah “
❥ now paused [ROOK];
"meddle about - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
  ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ no, i wanna to see you undress now
i wanna hear you confess now
we only met each other just the other day
but you already got me feeling some type of way “
❥ now paused [YAE MIKO];
"too late - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ slide in, came with perfect timing
she climbed in, picture-perfect timing
slide and put her right beside me
sing this, i'm gon' bet she’ll date me “
❥ now playing [AYATO];
"oh mami - chase atlantic"
01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43
ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ
“ mamacita, i can see the devil in your eyes
muy bonita, tú quieres estar by my side
she might make me stay in for the night “
Tumblr media
109 notes · View notes
romance-rambles · 27 days
Text
do you think...would luke feel weird about emma marrying gilbert? they're supposed to be close in age, while gilbert is probably the closest thing he has to a father figure, despite having maybe a max of a decade between them?
then there's also, uh, the elephant in the room
anyways, i can see some angst about where exactly luke slots into this mess of a family. to their kids, is he uncle luke? big brother luke? but, like, it's emma so he probably has to concede that she's good for him, right? idk i feel like that probably makes him feel worse.
[i haven't read gil's route yet]
59 notes · View notes
moondvncer · 1 month
Text
there's this moment where Gilbert walks in Belle's room and he's acting all confident and smug as always but like. he knew about the fact that in the book he lent to her was a poisoned needle and he snatched it without Belle noticing and then he summons Roderic to tell him to take care of the noble that set up the whole thing that just. I mean. I don't know how to elaborate my thoughts but that was hot.
46 notes · View notes
matchasilver · 17 days
Text
Tumblr media
I FINALLY started IkePri Clavis' route, and am realizing how much I love Belle in this route so far! She is so snarky and yet cunning and composed?
I'd flip my shit if I were in her shoes, cry, and call for Rio. Now, Clavis is absolutely one of my faves, BUT in chapter 1, Belle only knows she can't trust him at his word.
The Cybrid MCs all seem to hate murder for any and all reasons (even to save her own life fbfbfhf), but unlike Ikesen Mai, Belle has the sense to not just trust everyone at their word as readily. 😂👏
52 notes · View notes
aquagirl1978 · 1 year
Note
Hi, Can I request a yandere headcannons for Chevalier, Gilbert and Keith?
IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - GENERAL YANDERE HEADCANONS (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith)
Tumblr media
Warning - these headcanons are based on an AU where the suitor is yandere. Because this involves triggering content, everything will be under the cut.
Chevalier Michel is obsessive. Chevalier is used to order and control; he is the one controlling the pieces on the chessboard. When he declares war upon Obsidian, imagine his surprise when he realizes your safety is in jeopardy. If he is out on the battlefield, who would be at the palace protecting you? In finding his humanity, he discovers something new - the fear of losing you. This fear cripples the second prince in ways nothing ever had before. His thoughts wander to all the many ways Obsidian could exact their revenge on him by going through you. With eyepatch on their side, the possibilities were endless and cruel.
Chevalier is uncomfortable with this unfamiliar loss of control, and does the only thing his mind can think of- keep you in his room until he returns. Before he leaves for war, he tells you that you can never leave the confines of his bedroom while he is away.
"Do it for me," he begs and pleads, a fear never before seen clouding his wavering eyes. Aware of his obsession - you've seen him eating less, the dark circles under his eyes evidence of his lack of sleep, it had been eating away at you, wondering what you could do to ease his worries if at all. A part of you happy he has a solution that will allay his fears, you know better than to say no to the prince they call the Brutal Beast and resign yourself to a lonely future, trapped in his room full of fantastical books, pining for the day your prince returns to you.
Gilbert von Obsidian is manipulative. "Ah, it's wearing off... the little rabbit awakens," Gilbert greets you, your eyes adjusting to the darkness that is Obsidian. It doesn't take you long to know you are no longer in Rhodolite. Gilbert, with a smile, tells you that Rhodolite declared war on him, completely ignoring the fact that he drugged you and fled the city with you in his carriage. But that's okay, he tells you, because you're here with him now, in Obsidian. Safe, from those princes who would only use you for their gain. He strokes your cheek gently, his skin cool through his leather gloves, in an attempt to comfort you. And for some reason, it works. Gilbert loves you when no one else will. Right?
Life in Obsidian is, well, different. Gilbert provides you everything you could want or need. He has new books delivered every day; he laughs and says he knows you would be bored with his volumes on military strategies and makes sure they bring you lots of romance novels. Servants bring you meals with a note from Gilbert that this is safe to eat, and then quickly leave, barely staying long enough for you to see their faces. He allows you free reign to roam in the palace, but kindly suggests you watch where you go or who you speak to - you never know who may or may not be a spy or what they might try to do to you.
Gilbert comes back to see you almost daily, taking his evening meal with you. When you go to bed, after he discards his bloodied clothes, he makes love to you until you pass out in his arms. "You're mine," his fingers firm on your neck as he whispers in your ear, his words hazy as you drift in and out, "you're mine and only mine."
Keith Howell is overprotective. His alter finds you in your room late one evening, informing you that war was just declared on Obsidian. He convinces you, despite your great hesitation, that the safest place to go to is Jade - they're a neutral country and there will be no fighting there. He is doing this for Keith, he tells himself - he is doing what Keith cannot bring himself to do to keep you safe. He tells you Keith would be destroyed, utterly shattered, if any harm came to you and practically begs you, with tears in his eyes, to come with him. When you question him, ask about your friends, your life in Rhodolite, he grabs you by your wrists, his long, elegant fingers encircling you, his thumb harshly pressing on your pulse points. You struggle, but soon know there's no point. By some miracle, his alter convinces you to flee Rhodolite in the middle of the night with him and makes you promise not to tell Keith about this agreement - your protection for your silence. However, in order to ensure your safety, no one is to know you are in Jade; you will be essentially trapped in Keith's room day after day.
When you wake up the next morning - in bed with Keith - he is somewhat surprised to find you there until you explain about the war and that Jade would be safest for you. Keith agrees with your assessment and is happy you made it to him safe and sound. During the day, you remain in Keith's room, looking forward to what little time you get to spend with him. At night, you lie awake, in Keith's captive arms, wondering if your friends in Rhodolite are even alive. But you'll never know - Keith's alter does everything in his power to keep you safe and part of that means no word from the outside world.
250 notes · View notes
yandere-romanticaa · 1 year
Text
moonlight.
yandere! Gilbert von Obsidian x fem! reader.
Tumblr media
Pure as the snow, bright like a star, in his eyes and heart that was the eternal imagine the dark prince had carved out for you. Every breath you took, every step you made, every single thing that came out of your mouth always had a meaning, a purpose, no matter how insignificant it may be in the grand scheme of things. Once you made your mind you became less and less human and more a force of nature, something that needed to be endured because nothing could stand in your way.
Not even Gilbert himself.
❝ Take me with you. ❞ you pleaded, voice just barely there, the only clue of anything being uttered in the dark of the night was the tiny puff of air due to the ice and cold.
❝ I won't love anyone like I love you, I promise. I want to be with you, to stay with you. Please, don't turn your back to me. ❞
Gilbert stood frozen in his place, face devoid of his usual smile but only for a split second - every single mistake he made, every life he took, he had no regrets because every single one had lead him to you. You were going to be his ultimate, his reason to live and how could he possibly deny you when you had made your intentions oh so clear?
Without a word, Gilbert outstretched his hand, gloved fingers intertwining with your own as he pulled you closer to him, his one red eye shinning with pride and power. He took you away into the moonlight, your footsteps the last visible trace that anyone would ever see of you in a long, long time.
🕊️TAGS: @latolover
I was in a soft mood, I just wanted to write something sweet for him. Please accept my humble offering! <3 Apologies if I made him too OOC though.
372 notes · View notes
omkookie · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"It will just take some time now"
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut... Noncon, Yandere, impregnation.
Tumblr media
He forces your face into the pillow, his rough hand gripping your wrists behind your back tightly while his other hand is hiking your short dress over your bruised hips. He doesn’t say anything as you whimper in pain at his rough movements, probably choosing to ignore you as usual.
"Chevalier…" The white sheets rustle beneath you as you try calling his name to let him know that he's being too rough, And he clicks his tongue in annoyance but loosens his grip on you, and soon lets your wrists go. He grips the sides of your waist, his fingers somewhat digging into your flesh as he flips you onto your back, then nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs.
Only because of your obedience, he’ll treat you kindly.
You’ve been behaving exceptionally well this month, throwing just a few protests here and there. But, besides that you've been very compliant for the rest. Clearly, you were trying to get on his good side. He smiles arrogantly in satisfaction because of your submission. Fnally, you we're starting to give in to him.
You look up at him and stare into his eyes, before you hurriedly look elsewhere... still refusing to meet his gaze for longer than a short moment.
“Look at me.” He orders you, and you very reluctantly do as he says. If you don’t do as Chevalier says, who knows what will happen to you... right? Obedience was your only option here… Either Obedience or torture. He wouldn't hesitate to beat you to get his point through and teach you a lesson. He wouldn't even bat an eye as he does so. You’ve learned from the countless number of times that he’s abused you with a stone cold expression on his face that he's heartless. And according to him, he’s “training” you for your own good.
He’s simply teaching you how to be a better wife and do your duties.
You’re his favorite wife after all, None of his other wives received his affection like you did. They were mere objects to unite Rhodolite with its neighbours, meanwhile you… He loved you.
A sick twisted feeling like that had rooted itself into his heart because of you.
When he saw you, a simple commoner girl he was perplexed… how could you be so beautiful and so…nice. Despite your naivety and foolishness, he fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight, and his feelings for you only grew as you catered to his needs in the bookstore. Putting in your utmost effort to please him as he ordered you around and made you gather all kinds of books for him. His interest in you grew as you sold him books, your polite attitude towards him somewhat making his icy cold heart flutter…
How unfortunate for you though... You became his mistress, a simple commoner wife who he only married to claim as his own so that no other man could.
“Let me move the pillow.” You tell him as you sit up on the bed, and readjust your pillows so you could comfortably lay on them. If you were going to do something you didn't like... you should at least try to make the best out of it.
He stares you down, looking your bruised body specifically as he reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers with his. Feeling the warmth from your palm seep into his skin as he holds your fragile hand, he lets out a relaxed breath.
You were truly like glass… delicate and easy to break.
He almost feels guilty for everything that he’s put you through, but quickly remembers ‘It was for her own good.’
He reaches down to cup your bare pussy, He’s been impatiently waiting for tonight. The first night where you aren’t trying to stop or push him away from you. A proud smirk etches onto his face as he relishes in the fact that he finally conquered you, and broke your spirit enough for you to give in to him. He almost laughs in satisfaction as he leans down to kiss your thigh. His hand nudging it to the side when you try to close your legs by reflex, and he hears your breath hitch in your throat as he caresses your soft skin.
You were finally turning into the wife that he wanted, so you deserve a reward.
He licks a long stripe up your flushed pussy, and an uncomfortable shiver runs down your spine.
Disgust crept up in the pit of your abdomen, and you tried your best to ignore the repulsive feeling.
Here you were, subjected to having him between your legs when you desperately wanted to shove him away, and hope he hits his head on something and dies. Truly, there is nothing more vile and disgusting than how he violated your dignity, Both your body and soul. He was horrible, Even if he was making you wet and going to draw a forced orgasm out of you tonight.
He shoves his fingers into your entrance, rubbing and teasing you as much as he can before he stops his ministrations on your glistening entrance and looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in a glare as if he could read your thoughts. You hear him sigh as he gets up to unbuckle his belt and pull his hardened dick out. He strokes himself before you, and rubs the head of his shaft against your wet entrance, gathering your slick juices to coat himself with before he pushes into you at once, Burying himself to the hilt.
You feel stuffed as he leans over your body and pushes your leg against your chest.
“Fuck…”You hear him curse under his breath as he pulls his hips away from yours, making your walls squeeze around him as if trying to pull him back in. “It’s so warm…” He comments before whilst slamming his hips into you, and as he cahes you underneath him you can smell the familiar scent of his library filled with books, paper and vanilla scented candles. He fucks you at a hard pace, his shaft fitting snuggly inisde of you and rubbing against all of the right spots… much to your dismay.
Even if he was raping you, it recently started to feel good and it even brought you pleasure.
You feel the knot in your abdomen starting to come undone with every drag of his shaft along your walls, and it drives you crazy, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him even closer and deeper into you so that he could fuck you faster, and finally get you to finish.
It was shameful, really… Just how messed up were you for wanting your abuser to fuck you harder and get you off? You squeeze Chevalier, Your grip on him tightening as you whimper under him and cry his name in moan. He sped up and thrusted into you at a brutal pace, until you finally came undone beneath him and squirted your juices all over his shaft. His name continues spilling from your lips in a raspy moan as he fucks into you even after your release. Your fingers grip the bedsheets tightly, trying to ground you from the overstimulation which feels like too much.
“Heh… You’re finally starting to become wise, simpleton.” He pants as he says that. Somehow, he still had energy to speak despite how tired he must be. He doesn't pull out, and simply lays on top of you for a while.
He thrusts into you, his nails leaving little red marks in your leg's plush skin as he plans to fill you up with his seed. He wants you to give him an heir before he left you all alone, locked up within the safe confines of his room where he could keep you away from danger until he eliminated all threats to you. He grunts your name, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, and make him finally spill his load inside you.
"It will just take some time now"
You feel truly hopeless as you know you'll be his prisoner for life, and his hand wrapping around your neck feels like shackles being attached to you.
A child would chain you to him for life.
Tumblr media
668 notes · View notes
viatagrinner · 11 months
Text
Bond Story#11 : Jealousy.
Gilbert: You were surrounded by many princes today. You seemed to be having a lot of fun...
Gilbert: It's strange to put me on the same level as all the other princes.
Gilbert: I'd be willing to snap your heart and make you see only me, wouldn't I?
━━━━━━━༻❀✿❀༺━━━━━━━
1. I don't like/hate people who do that.
Gilbert: You're frank, aren't you? I see you don't like .... Well, you're worried.
Gilbert: If you told me "I hate you," I would want to kill you.
2. Does it make you happy?
Gilbert:  ...You're hitting a sore spot, aren't you? It's third-rate practice to let fear get in the way of everything.
Gilbert: I never thought the day would come when you'd say something back to me... Hmm, I think you've fallen too low / You've become mean too.
3. You are special even if you don't do that.
Gilbert: If you say so, why don't you treat me more special?
Gilbert: Otherwise I would have been tempted to bury all the other princes, one by one.
━━━━━━━༻❀✿❀༺━━━━━━━
Gilbert: I'm still pleased with your seriousnes, even after all this. // I really like you, even after all this. Obviously, I love you.
Gilbert: So... Hey? I'm the only person you can be especially close to.
114 notes · View notes
dotster001 · 1 year
Note
Yandere chevalier and licht with reader who is a distant relatives please?
Light of Life
Summary:Platonic Yan Chevalier and platonic Yan Licht. Gn! Reader. You spent your early days in the Rhodolitian court, a playmate to your cousins, Chev and Licht. Nearly twenty years later, you live in Benitoite with a life of your own.
A/N: I went from having zero ideas for this, to three hundred ideas for this 😂 there is no in between.
CW: yandere, unhealthy relationships, major character death, allusions to death by drinking, kidnapping, blood mentions
Chevalier often wondered if Licht remembered. Remembered that there was a time they had spent together. That they had shared each other's company quite frequently. That they could have almost been considered friends.
Your father was the fallen beast's youngest brother, Chevalier and Licht's uncle. Your mother was one of his many mistresses, a noble merchant woman from Benitoite. Your father never got over his own beastly ways, and often tried to claim that you were not his, despite the clear resemblance. But considering you were his only child, and he had yet to wed, you remained at the court like any other noble child.
You were Licht's age. Chev would often see the two of you playing for hours. He couldn't remember when, but at some point, you had noticed that he would hang around the two of you.
"You should play with us!" You excitedly said, handing him a piece of paper and a couple coloring supplies.
Chevalier had scoffed, but it wasn't long before the three of you were all coloring together, you and Licht chattering endlessly, Chev silently listening. 
It was a peaceful thing. And the three of you seemed happy with the arrangement. From them on, all of yours and Licht's playtimes included Chev. Usually he was just sitting quietly, but he would add something here and there. It was nice. You weren't scared of him, and neither was Licht, with you by his side. He could consider this one of his happiest moments.
Of course he could never have a good thing for long. After two years of this, when you were about 7 or 8, your father went a step too far, and even the fallen beast could no longer ignore his actions. He was disgraced and banned from the court. He took the opportunity to quickly marry your mother, and move the three of you to her estates in Benitoite.
No longer were Licht and Chevalier seen talking, let alone in proximity. He knew Licht was just as devastated as he was, but what was the point of discussing it? Your father was a menace to the throne, and the Rhodolite global position was shaky as it was. No point in them discussing something so pointless or juvenile.
….
You are cordially invited to the Coronation Ball of his Majesty, King Chevalier,
You had to reread the letter multiple times. You knew your father was a Rhodolitian royal, your mother had told you so, but you were pretty certain he was no longer welcome there. And, even though he had drunk himself to death three years ago, by extension, you were not welcome there.
You thanked your attendant, and stood to find your mother. This had to be some sick joke. Despite a childhood of play with him, you'd heard that Prince, or King now, Chevalier was a heartless bastard, and the only thing that could scare Obsidian. Maybe this was his idea of a joke. Or perhaps it was a reminder of what your father could have had. Not that you cared about what that monster could have had. Your mother had taught you everything she knew, and now you were both very successful, even without a gluttonous beast with delusions of grandeur.
You knocked on the door to your mother's office, knowing full well she was probably in a meeting. But a letter from a king of a nation was something worth interrupting for.
"Come in."
You entered the room, and froze immediately, bowing deeply before Prince Silvio.
"Your highness," you greeted.
"Y/N," he said with a grin, "just the one I wanted to see. I've just finished with your mother, and I was hoping to discuss a beneficial deal with you."
"Mutually beneficial, I hope," you grinned, stifling a giggle as you watched your mother grimace at your familiarity with the Prince.
He held a hand to his chest in mock shock.
"Naturally! I would never seek to cheat the great Y/N!"
"And yet, I can never play cards with you, for that very reason," you smirked.
With a jingle, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, escorted you out of the office, and into your gardens.
When you were both certain you were alone, Silvio sat on a bench and patted the seat next to him. You sat next to him, and rested your head on his shoulder, not even really thinking about it. He threaded his fingers with yours, the rings cold and metallic, but his hand warm and gentle.
"So this deal I'm offering,"
"Mhmm…"
"Potentially, you could receive a kingdom."
Your cheeks began to warm, but you tried to keep your cool.
"I'm listening."
"Regardless of whether or not you get one, you would still receive countless riches, access to a myriad of wealthy trade connections, and the chance to see the world whenever you wished."
You tilted your head, and looked up at him with a thoughtful expression.
"This sounds like an excellent deal for me. But what could you possibly expect me to give you in exchange for this deal?"
"You," he said confidently, a huge grin on his face.
You pursed your lips, before saying, "I'd need to discuss this with my business partner before I agree to it."
"I understand, but I'm certain I can convince your mother that this is indeed an advantageous deal."
"And, a trade of this magnitude would need to be cosigned by His Royal Highness, Prince Silvio Ricci."
"I've already spoken to him," he snorted. "He has concerns about your cheek, and seemingly endless ability to get yourself into trouble, but aside from that, he'll willingly co sign any papers we draw up on the matter."
You grinned at him. "Then I suppose I accept your deal."
"As if I'd give you a choice," he said with a smirk, before cupping your face, and kissing you tenderly, like you were the most precious jewel he'd ever beheld.
That such a hard man could be so soft…it just made your fall for him all the harder.
When he separated from you, he nuzzled his nose against yours.
"I'm certain you got a letter concerning King Chevalier's coronation ball," he ceased nuzzling noses, and began kissing along your jawline.
"Mhmm," you said, tilting your head to give him more space, "I'm certain it was a mistake or a joke."
"Believe it or not, Y/N, the people of the court quite liked you and your mother, even if they thought your father was a gluttonous beast. My sources say many of them have been trying to bring you both back."
You groaned, and swatted at him when he snickered. He pulled his face away, only to wrap you in his arms.
"Now that we've made our deal, there's no way I'd let 'em take you back. Still," he nibbled your earlobe playfully before continuing, "I propose we use the event to announce our new deal to the public."
"Rhodolite would quite like the honor of being the first to hear," you groaned.
"Correct, and a cousin of the king, albeit a disgraced cousin," you pinched his side, and he pinched yours back, "Well, let's just say that the people of Benitoite would appreciate having a further tie with Rhodolite that would keep the bloody beast at bay."
"And here I thought I was special to you," you pouted.
"So needy," he muttered, but you could hear his grin. "Perhaps this will help." 
He adjusted his position, and pulled out an ornate box. You opened it, revealing a gaudy locket with and S engraved on it, next to it was a matching, gaudy ring, with a huge green diamond on it.
"Did you seek to buy me, Prince Silvio?" You laughed, slipping the ring on your finger.
"You can be unpredictable at times, so if I had to," he trailed off, putting the locket around your neck, and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
He stood up, bowed deeply, before saying, "I will see you at the ball, my love."
You bowed your head in response, and he sauntered off. You laughed happily to yourself, clutching your new locket fondly.
….
Licht sat still as a statue as Yves brushed some powder into his face.
"There. You look perfect," Yves said happily, buzzing around in excitement. 
As the Obsidianite crown prince would be in attendance, it meant the suspicious looks would be on him, and not Yves for once. And Yves was buzzing with excitement over being able to attend.
Licht was about to compliment his look, as Yves started to mess with his hair for the fifth time, when Nokto strolled into the room like he owned the place.
"My darling brother, have I got some news for you!"
He sat himself on Yves' bed, and crossed his leg with the confidence of one who knew he was winning.
"I don't care," Licht said plainly.
"Oh, you will, because it has to do with your childhood playmate."
Licht stiffened. He only vaguely remembered you, but what he did remember was that you brought happiness with you. He was devastated when you'd left the court, and had cried to both Nokto and Sariel about it for days, hoping they could bring you back.
"Luckily for you, my information is free. I'm not completely heartless," Nokto said with a sigh.
"Our darling cousin Y/N L/N has risen through the Benitoitian ranks, and will be in attendance at the coronation ball this evening," he gave Licht a pointed look. "If I were you, I'd find a way to get them to stay this time. Have a great night!"
Nokto finished with an upbeat laugh, and sauntered out of the room.
Now at the ball, Licht and Yves stood together, making small talk with a countess, as the announcer called various names.
At length, the announcer said, "Prince Silvio Ricci, Prince of Benitoite, and his fiance, Y/N L/N, Firstborn to Ginevra L/N."
The glass in Licht's hand shattered as he looked in the direction of the entrance, and saw you on Silvio's arm.
….
Chevalier watched coldly as you and Silvio made your way over to give him your congratulations. Even from here, he could see Silvio's stink all over you. The glittering suitcoat with a cinched waist and flared bottom, the gaudy golden locket, the huge ring on your finger, it was as though Silvio hoped to display his ownership over you. Not that he was smart enough to even realize that's what he was doing.
And you. You must be more of a fool than he remembered if you said yes to the merchant prince. But you could learn. It wouldn't be too hard to bring you back to Rhodolite where you belonged.
You and Silvio both bowed deeply before him.
"Thank you for your invitation, your highness. My mother also sends her well wishes, as she fell ill before we could make the trip," you said.
Chevalier simply nodded and turned his piercing gaze to Silvio, who was grinning like the fool he was.
"My congratulations, King Chevalier. May your reign be long, and prosperous for both our nations."
"Hm," Chevalier responded, before turning back to you. "I am greatly pleased that you could make the trip."
"Really?" You seemed startled. Had you truly forgotten? 
He internally sighed. Just because his father had birthed multiple geniuses and prodigies, didn't mean it was all that common. You were, although brilliant and successful, normal. 
"I told you, treasure, they're trying to steal you from me," Silvio snickered as he nibbled playfully on your neck.
Chevalier had to resist the urge to run him through right there. How dare he think he was worthy of you? Worthy of the light that, even now, he could see emanating off of you.
"Silvio," you hissed, but it didn't wipe the silly smile off your face.
Chevalier clicked his tongue in disapproval, and your attention returned to him.
"I hope it's not impertinent, your majesty, but it's quite amusing to hear rumors about how big cousin Chev became a cold hearted bloody beast. I mean," you giggled, "you never looked like a cold hearted bloody beast to me."
Maybe you remembered something after all. His face split into a grin, a rare thing for him, unless you were involved.
"Don't let that grin fool you," Silvio snickered in your ear, leading Chevalier's face to sour again. "He's a vicious predator."
"Well, you definitely have me fooled," you grinned, reaching out to squeeze Chevalier's hand.
Chevalier made eye contact with Licht over your shoulder, and he imperceptibly nodded. Licht returned the nod, and made his way through the crowd.
"I hope to see you tomorrow at the breakfast."
Silvio's jaw dropped at Chev's statement, but you grinned and squeezed his hand again, before moving to return to the ballroom floor. He watched Licht intercept the two of you, and you extricating yourself from Silvio, as you wrapped Licht in a hug.
….
"Licht!" 
He felt so warm, so happy. Like your hug was a drug, or a drink. If this is what Jin and Nokto were chasing on their late drunken nights, he couldn't say he blamed them.
"Y/N, I'm so glad you could come," He whispered, closing his eyes so he could imprint the memory forever in his mind.
"I'm so happy too! Honestly, I was worried you and Chev would have forgotten all about me," you laughed as you pulled away.
"You're so special, my diamond. Between the two of them, I've never heard more than ten words out of their mouths, and yet with you, they won't shut up and let me dance with you."
God, you really had to attract Silvio? He grimaced, but it quickly turned to a snicker when you elbowed Silvio in the side.
"Just for that, I'm going to dance with Licht first, while you learn how to play nice," you smirked.
Silvio pouted, but he couldn't say anything while you and Licht were making your way onto the dance floor.
"So tell me what you've been up to," you said, leading him into a twirl.
"I don't do much," he said.
"Oh please, almost twenty years have passed and you haven't done anything? I have a hard time believing that," you laughed.
"Um, well, I like horses," he said, beginning to feel shy.
"That's great!"
"I don't like carrots…"
"Who does?"
"Yves is probably my favorite brother…"
"Huh. That's not what I would have guessed. But that's alright!" You added quickly.
"What about you?"
"Oh, well, I'm engaged to Prince Silvio…"
"I heard."
"And my mother and I have some extensive trade deals going with Jade, as well as two merchants in Obsidian."
"Amazing."
"And I'm still the world champion of duck duck goose."
"No-"
"Yes!"
"I'm the world champion of duck duck goose…"
"Impossible. You're remembering wrong," you grinned, and twirled him one more time, before bowing deeply. 
It was only then he realized the song had come to an end. He reached out and grabbed your hand, instinctually. You smiled softly, and gave it a squeeze.
"Save a dance for me later, okay?" You asked, just as Silvio swooped in with a loud jingle, and an arm around your waist, stealing you away just as quickly as when you left the first time.
He looked back at Chevalier again, who tilted his head towards one of the doors. Both of them made a path that way.
….
"Y/N is my fiance. We can share a damn room," Silvio snarled. Sometimes it was easy to forget, with how lovesick he was for you, that if there was something he didn't like, he could get angry quickly. Though, you couldn't say you disagreed with him in this instance.
A blond attendant had escorted you to a room, and informed you both that this was only Silvio's room. After a tense showdown between the two, he had introduced the both of you to Sariel, who was in charge of everything.
Well, almost everything.
"Your highness, I am just following instructions. If this is a major offense, please take it up with the King," Sariel sighed tiredly.
"Damn right I will," he said, storming off to search for King Chevalier.
You looked over at Sariel, who was cleaning his glasses with a lined expression.
"Your fiance is…"
"A pain in the ass?"
"I was going to say high maintenance, but…"
"It's alright. He's a pain in the ass, but he's my pain in the ass," you smiled, and Sariel seemed a little relieved.
Until he looked  over your shoulder and stiffened again. You looked around and saw Chev. You opened your mouth to greet him, but he cut you off.
"You. Come."
Then he turned around and walked away. You turned back to Sariel, and he sighed.
"You better follow him, or he'll send an escort."
You quickly ran after him. You caught up, and attempted to tell him Silvio was looking for him, but he couldn't hear you. Giving up, and letting the silence linger, you walked through hall after hall, until he reached a room, and walked inside. 
You followed, and sat in the chair in front of his desk when he waved you in that direction.
He pulled out a form and started to fill it out.
"As of this moment, I am reinstating you into the Rhodolitian court. Until we can get you housing, you will be staying with Prince Licht-"
"I'm sorry," You raised your hand, "I'm confused. I didn't ask to be-"
"It will take some time to transfer your belongings over, so perhaps it would be easier to replace them, unless there is something of sentimental value-"
"Wait, but-"
"I'm sure it won't take long for the merchants of Rhodolite to accept you among them, and help you adjust, seeing as they already are well aware of your capabilities-"
"Your majesty!" You cried. "I'm not sure where you got the information, but I'm not interested in moving back to Rhodolite."
"I assure you, the reintegration process will not be difficult, but if you are concerned, I can give you a document with my full endorsement-"
"I don't need your endorsement, because I'm not moving to Rhodolite. No offense, but I don't belong here anymore. Besides. I like it in Benitoite. They don't discriminate by birth. I've earned everything I have there, and people acknowledge that."
You thought back to Prince Silvio, and your cheeks warmed, before you quickly shook him from your head.
"So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm grateful that you think so highly of me, Your majesty, but I think I will be remaining in Benitoite."
King Chevalier said nothing, just stared at you with his cold pointed glare.
"I assure you, Rhodolite is far better for you than anything Benitoite has to offer."
"Your highness, my mother and her family are in Benitoite. I'm engaged to Prince Silvio! I've signed documents of loyalty to him-"
"If the issue is that you are desperate to marry, I can find you someone worthy-"
"It's not that I'm desperate to marry!" You threw your hands up, exasperated. "It's that I love the man I'm engaged to!"
"He is a fool."
"Well, so am I."
The two of you glared at each other, until the door opened behind you, and startled you. You turned to look, and saw a very sweaty, and blood drenched Licht, looking directly at Chev. Chev tossed him a towel, and crossed his arms expectantly.
Licht wiped his sword off on the towel, avoiding eye contact, as he said, "Late this evening, around three in the morning, Prince Silvio Ricci left for Benitoite earlier than anticipated to prepare a surprise gift for his fiance. His carriage was stopped by bandits in Jade, and his body was found in the river three days later."
You stiffened, your skin growing cold. 
"What?"
"His fiance, overcome with grief, lost all will to continue going, so their royal cousin, Prince Licht Klein, offered to care for them in his estate. And the bloody beast, whether out of strategy, politics, or perhaps a spot of kindness in his frozen heart, agreed to reinstate Y/N L/N back into the Rhodolitian court."
Chevalier pulled out a sheet of paper, and spoke as he began to write.
You sat, still as the dead, jaw agape. Licht resheathed his sword and knelt before you, gently taking your hands in his.
"This is going to be better for you."
You slowly took your hands back, face contorting into a look of pure horror.
"Why?" You whispered. "Why!" You cried loudly before standing up and running out of the room…
…And straight into Sariel.
He grabbed your arm, and looked directly at Chev.
"Your majesty, I think Y/N is a little tired. I'm escorting them to their room." As he "escorted" you out, he whispered in your ear,
"Just go along with whatever he says. It'll be better for the people you love, and, I promise, one day you'll adjust."
You didn't get a chance to respond as you reached your room, were pushed inside, and left alone as you heard the lock click behind you. You dazedly walked over to the bed and sat down, staring at yourself in the mirror on the wall.
Your hand slowly came up to the locket resting on your collarbone. You gently fingered the S, and the events of the last hour finally caught up to you.
You curled up on your side, clutched the locket, and sobbed.
101 notes · View notes
mxrmaid-poet · 1 year
Text
uhm…how can y’all tell apart keith and alter keith? i wanna know the secret
76 notes · View notes
wordycheeseblob · 1 year
Text
Yandere alter!Keith
Tumblr media
33 notes · View notes
spoopy-fish-writes · 2 years
Text
— Nothing left to take
Tumblr media
Character(s): Chevalier
TW: Yandere, abuse, blood, murder, obsessive behaviour, isolation, forced relationship/ forced co-dependancy; all of this is excessive in this fic
Genre: Dark, yandere
Notes: Gender neutral MC || Yandere Chevalier || Yeah, I have nothing to say for myself
Tumblr media
You're lucky that Chevalier feels anything for you.
Chevalier takes and takes and takes and you are no exception to that. You aren't even sure what there is for him to take from you anymore. You have nothing to give, nothing in comparison to a prince who has everything but wants for the world.
He doesn't care for your smile, he doesn't care for trying to bring out any form of true affection or fondness for him from you.
He doesn't care how much he has to hurt you because when he takes, he takes whatever he can. He will pull at your heart until there is nothing left of you because he wants everything that you can give whenever you know you can give it or not. Whether you want to or not because you cannot deny him.
You cannot deny the second prince who holds more power than any person in the kingdom. You cannot deny him when he forcefully pulls you to his side - for what reason you aren't sure - and nor can you when he leaves a meeting early and all you can do is helplessly follow after him while his hand grips around your wrist in a way that he knows will leave your skin horribly bruised.
He's selfish but you don't know for what. You don't know what he wants when he leaves you bruised and bloody. You don't know what he wants when his sword is pointed at your throat. You don't know what he wants when his boot digs so hard into your ankle that it audibly snaps before he does the same to the other.
He doesn't say either. He expects you to know, to understand him immediately and bend to his every whim. He expects you to stay quiet whenever he decides to be 'kind' and pick you up, silencing your sobs and putting you on his lap rather than forcing you to walk on broken ankles, and proceeds to read silently.
You're lucky that Chevalier feels anything for you because there is so much worse that he can do. The pools of blood that collect beneath you are nothing in comparison to the stained walls of the dungeons and whatever used to be your room.
It's more blood than air there at this point. But it could be worse. You cling to that when you no longer see any of the other princes around the palace.
They were lucky that Chevalier cared enough for them to make it quick.
Tumblr media
Tags: @themysticalbeing @ndoandou @legalize-arson @kpop-and-otome @character-design-who @kisara-16 @fangirlinindia @aceuuuuu @alureasoley @and-then-she-died-tm @foxlady99 @cilokgoang @apric-t @joy-the-reader
If you want to be added or removed from my tag list, dm me, send me an ask off anon or fill out this form
Tumblr media
Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💜
56 notes · View notes