#yandere knight x reader

[banj0possum]

OK HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME O-

Yandere knight thats all stoic and stuff but is very open about loving royal!reader

Like this bitch will scold you for leaving his side for 5 minutes, you need to stay near him! Not wander around carelessly!

Hes brutal and ruthless but you bring out that spark of kindness in him

Yan CEO is back on the table, either secretary darling who he denies all feelings for even though he shows a l o t of favoritism towards them or rival ceo darling who he wants to hate but THEYRE SOooOO hOt!!!

Yan emperor and concubine reader? Idk whether i should make him utterly bratty an whiny or zesty✨ like its either “please please please marry me i promise ill give you anything you want plea-“ or the embodiment of the word tease

Yan villain OH MY GOD HES SO SKBDWBJDSNJSB BUT LIKE idk if i want the reader to be a villain as well or a superhero

OHMYGOD ALSO yandere gang x reader where darling finds themself somehow saving a gang of thugs and they instantly fall for them and want to make them their boss, they are on their hands and knees to serve you! You can rule half of the city with them!! Theyre kinda dumb but theyre very very sweet

Also thinking of making a multi yan fic with a neko reader just because <3

[misstycloud]

Queen of hearts reader x yan card knights

As the next in line for the throne its most important you raise yourself with dignity, elegance and wit. You could not afford to fail or show any weakness. If you did, it could mean your downfall.

So you grew up with this heavy burden; classes in dozens of subject going from dawn to dusk, fearing you might get assassinated, polishing your appearance to absolute perfection.

When it was finally your turn to take over the crown, you were nervous. Despite having trained hard for this moment ever since you were born, you still feared for the future. Would you really be able to lead with the same strength as those before you? Or would you do a terrible job and doom the kingdom? Those were both equally possible options.

Luckily, you did have trustworthy friends by your side who’d lay down their lives in order to protect you.

Lucius Stormheart was your childhood friend. He’d been with you for as long as you could remember. He was the son of the captain of the royal guard, whom have been a friend of your father for a very long time. Perhaps that is one of the reasons the two of you were introduced. You were around seven and nine at the time. You still remember how he refused to meet your gaze and bowed deeply whilst telling you what an honour it was to meet you.

He was a bit stiff for his age, you believed it was because of the legacy and role he’d have to eventually take over; although you were hardly one to talk. If you had any other friends they’d probably also think you’re strange and not at all fun.

Lucius and you never really played traditional children’s games. It was already decided he would become a knight, so he became your guard. Of course, there was no real danger since you stayed within the palace but he took his duty seriously; constantly following you in silence and staying vigilant of anything that moved. Usually, you would have tea in the garden and he would just stand watch. You beckoned him to sit down and enjoy himself, offering him sweets and other delicacies, but he only shook his head. It went on like that for years. You grew tired of him hardly uttering a single word to you. He was supposed to be your friend but wouldn’t even engage in simple conversation. He truly was too stiff for his young age.

You recalled one day, you were almost an adult then, when you wanted to tease him a bit. You pretended to have lost your gold bracelet somewhere in the grass and cried for him to find it. The moment he bent down in the grass to scour for he (not) lost jewelry, you took off as quick as your legs were able. Lucius immediately reacted and shouted for you to come back, but you had gotten a head start.

You laughed as you felt the freedom you’d never had. It wasn’t long until you ditched your fine shoes and ran barefoot. The wind in your hair and ground under your feet felt great. Lucius’ voice wasn’t far behind you. Tiredness overcame you and you threw yourself down among the green and the flowers. You closed your eyes.

Not soon after you heard heavy footsteps and deep breaths. You looked up to see your childhood friend-made-guard loom over you with a furious expression. How could you just run off like that? Do you understand how dangerous it is for someone in your position? You could be attacked!

You ignored his scolding and rolled around, inspecting the flowers instead.

“Are you even listening to a word I say? Of course not.” He huffed. “You can’t run away from me. Ever. If you do, I might not be able to protect you. Imagine that someone had managed to sneak into the palace ground and was waiting for an opportunity to assassinate you, this would be the perfect moment to do so. Honestly, have you no sense of danger? I’d think someone with your background would posses more caution-“

You drowned out his speech. You were staring blankly at him, an idea came to you, you wanted to tease him further. Besides, this was something you’ve wanted yourself for some time. You rolled your eyes with a smile and sat up.

“- and then it would not only affect you but also-“

“Lucius.” You said gently.

He quieted down. It was evident he was not yet done and seethed in silence, after all, you were a princess whilst he was nothing but a commoner. A commoner inheriting an important role and being more privileged than other commoners was still a commoner nonetheless.

“Can you come closer?”

The young guard frowned but did as told. He knelt beside you and awaited your next words. What he did not expect was for you to caress his cheeks and quickly pull him in for a kiss. Lucius’ mind went completely blank. At first, there was nothing, no air, no light, no sound. Then after a couple second came everything, the warmth of the sunny afternoon, the sound of birds twittering on branches and the feeling of your lips against his. They moved with a gentle passion, your tongue licking his lips, asking permission to enter. He complied. It was sweet and warm, completely different from the early mornings and harsh trainings he goes through everyday.

It wasn’t until after you pulled away and smiled at him that Lucius remembered how to breathe. He stood up like someone had burned him- which someone had to a certain degree- and backed away.

Stuttering, he gasped, “P-Princess? What..w-why would you?-“

You laughed at his embarrassment, feeling a bit sorry for him. He was completely red in the face, matching the uniform he wore.

“My apologies, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to tease you one last time.”

Oh. So that was it? Yes, of course you only wanted to have some fun. It’s not like you get to do anything else out of pleasure in your life. You used him for amusement.

“…..Yes, Princess. It’s alright, but you should not do something like this again. You need to refrain from having relations with men that are not your husband- especially not commoners.”

That was the end of it, you thought. You apologised a couple more times before forgetting about the experience. Lucius said it was fine so there was nothing more to it, right? Unfortunately you had no idea of the massive crisis you’d started within Lucius.

You kissed him. Him of all people. Lucius would not believe it if he hadn’t experienced it firsthand. He wondered if all those years of him loving you in secret had been in vain. Did you know? No, obviously you didn’t. It’s just like you said, it was for amusement. You wanted to tease him like when you suddenly took off. It was only fun.

Nothing more like that happened afterwards. The kiss was long since buried along with other memories. That was the case for you. But not for Lucius. He didn’t forget.

About a year before you were crowned queen, Lucius took over his fathers position and became the new captain of the royal guard. You both had become so busy-him with his new job and you with preparing for your coronation- that you hardly saw each other. If you were lucky, you saw him training outside with the new recruits or wandering the hallways. You sent a mere nod of acknowledgement to the other person, no words were exchanged. If you had the time you would’ve mourned the death of the little friendship you had.

You believed you would be no more than strangers with no past and no future. However, you were surprised when your father had called you into his office and there, in all his glory, stood your childhood friend Lucius. His hair reached just above his ears and he wore the same stern expression he always had. The red in his armour seemed glowing, it reminded you of blood.

Your father then revealed the news of Lucius officially becoming your personal knight. When the two of you were young he constantly guarded you but it was more of an assumed responsibility. He was not actually in charge of your protection.

Lucius had done well in his new position and your father wanted to grant him a wish in return. The young man had proceeded to tell him there was nothing more he wanted than to serve his kingdom by protecting its future monarch. This wish was so noble it was granted without further questions, so long he could manage his other duties as well. It made sense, as the captain of the royal guard, whom else was more qualified to protect you?

You first met Sebastian Spade when you were visiting another kingdom as a preteen. The adults had their meetings and swatted you away. They ushered you to go explore the castle whilst they took care of the things that mattered. You decided to go outside since you weren’t too sure about snooping around in all the rooms, there was always a chance you’d find something you shouldn’t and your parents had previously urged you not to run into trouble.

The outside was also beautiful with colourful flowers and carefully trimmed bushes. You wandered, taking in the wonderful scenery. Along the way, the flowers disappeared and you found yourself at the training grounds. At the centre stood a boy your age holding a sword. He lunged at the training dummy positioned in front of him. Unfortunately, he lost his footing and flew forward. The sword landed on the ground with a loud clatter and the boy let out an ‘omfph!’.

You rushed to side and asked him if he was alright, which he was; just embarrassed. He told you his name was Sebastian and that he was aiming to be a knight. He managed to become an apprentice of a knight at the castle. It was one of his training sessions that you stumbled upon. Being a knight had always been his dream. Apparently his father and grandfather had been one, so it was in the blood. Or, it would have been if Sebastian hadn’t been so bad at everything. Truth was he wasn’t actually allowed to use a real sword, only wooden once. But he took one anyway. He thought that maybe he could improve faster if he got used to wielding one out of metal. Well, you got a first row view of how that went.

He felt so worthless. Why couldn’t he ever do something right? Why was he such a failure? No matter how hard he trained, he was barely able to hold the sword straight. Maybe he should give up being a knight altogether, it was hopeless after all. No one said anything, but he noticed the way everyone looked at him. They all thought the same thing, ‘why is he even here?’. How could he blame them? Even his own mentor didn’t believe in him.

You frowned, feeling terrible in how this boy had lost faith in all his dreams. Now you knew nothing of knighthood but you had a friend who did. You wished he could’ve come with but he needed to keep up with his training and besides, you were in yer another royal castle so the chances of anything happening to you was very low. So you decided to give Sebastian some tips; simple things you’ve picked up when watching your friend home his skills. Sebastian listened eagerly, desperate to improve. If there was any way he could become better than he wanted to hear it. That boy hung off every word that came out of your mouth. You did however assert that you were not an expert by any means and these where just things others have told you or what you’ve learned from observation. That didn’t matter though. Thanks to you he understood how to correct his stance and made it possible to hold up the sword- the issue he was struggling with earlier was solved!

During the entirety of the week you and your family were staying, you hung out with Sebastian every day. Every moment you didn’t have to be present out of curtsy you spent with him instead, which was much more pleasurable.

Sebastian was more than happy to have your company. Truth be told, he didn’t have any friends, good acquaintances maybe, but no one he’d be able to call a friend. He was also quite shy. It was to nice to finally have someone who believed in him, who encouraged and was patient with him.

At the end of the week, he had improved so much. It was hard to think he’s the same boy who could hardly even lift a sword. Sebastian was no master, far from it, but it was undeniable that he had become a lot better. Now he only had to hone his skills and he could fulfill his dreams when he became an adult.

The attitude against him changed as well. Before, the other students refused to interact with him unless they were forced to and they along with the knights made fun of him when they thought he couldn’t hear. Now, however, they approached him and wondered how he’d managed to improve so quickly and if he could lend some tips. Obviously he didn’t. They don’t deserve his kindness. Not after how they treated him. Sure, they never outright bullied him by shoving him around or anything but they might’ve as well.

Sebastian ran through the garden. He shouldn’t have since there’s definitely be a scolding coming his way if an adult saw, but he didn’t care. He needed to find you. He had to tell you about the praise he received form his teaching-knight after the day’s training. Before you met he never would have reached a compliment, it was a sign of the good fortune you brought.

His cheeks glowed red at the thought. You were so kind to him. He thought all royals were snobbish assholes who only cares about themself and their looks, now he knew he was wrong. You weren’t like that at all. You smiled, played with him and didn’t care if your dress got dirty. Of course, you preferred if it didn’t but you wouldn’t mind a scolding from your parents for once.

You were beautiful too. Almost too beautiful in his opinion. You were sure to attract a lot of suitors when you grew up. Sebastian’s heart stung. It was a strongly unpleasant feeling; imagining you beside someone else. Sebastian was young but not stupid, he understood what he was feeling. He shouldn’t be jealous, he knew that at the end of the day you were a princess and he was not even close to being a prince, and only a prince could marry you. Realistically he didn’t stand a chance. Unfortunately, his heart didn’t listen to his brain and he couldn’t stop the blossoming affection he felt for you.

“(Y/n)” he yelled when he saw you coming his way. You wore a nice dress that complimented your appearance. His heart thumped uncomfortably within his chest.

“Sebastian, I was just coming to see you.”

The boy scratched his neck. “Well, here I am!”

You laughed at his positive nature. Then your smile fell once you remembered the intent of your visit. “I actually came to see you..for a last time.”

“What?” Sebastian froze. Did he mishear you? No, your words were loud and clear so that meant… “You’re leaving?”

You sighed and nodded, “yes, my family has done the business they came for and we are to return home.”

“When?”

“This evening.”

You hated seeing him hurt. You wished you didn’t have to leave but you had no choice. This was always going to happen, this was not your home. You just weren’t prepared to make a great friend whom you could miss dearly back home.

“Oh. Okay...” Sebastian said in a low voice. His chipper mood was entirely destroyed in a minute.

That evening your belongings were loaded into a grand carriage. You took a seat on the soft cushions inside and scanned the outside form the window. Your parents were in a different carriage so you didn’t have to explain to them why you were staring outside so intensely.

You felt the carriage begin to move. You were really going home. Well, it’s not like you weren’t going to go home in the first place. This was always the plan. No matter how thoroughly you searched there was no sign of your friend. You sighed with a heavy heart. Not being able to see him hurt you too but you at least wanted to say goodbye.

And so you were moving in the direction known as home. Whilst you were thinking about the young knight-in-training, you saw a shadow at the edge of the forest. You leaned towards the window to get a better look and there he was, your friend! So he did want to say goodbye after all, although not in the most conventional way.

Sebastian’s breath was heavy and tired. He’d ran along the toad through the forest. He could feel the smal scrapes he’d gotten from branches(and the one time he fell over a root). It stung a little, however it was no comparison to how he felt inside. He gained and lost his best-and first- friend in the span of a week. And to be honest, you were a bit more than that to him.

He stared longingly at the carriage you were sitting in. He found himself hoping it would break down and you’d have to turn back around, which did not happen since the royal family’s belongings were only of the finest materials and craftsmen ship. Sebastian could only watch as you went further and further away, until you were nothing more than a dor in the horizon. Finally, he waved weakly. Though he was too late for you to be able to see it.

That evening he made a promise. Sebastian vowed to become stronger- better than any knight in the kingdom. Then and only then would he be honourable enough to flee to your kingdom and serve you there. It might take a very long time. But it was completely worth it if it was you.

You’ll see, he will be your knight one day.

[ozzgin]

Your time-traveling knight doesn't quite yet understand the process of grocery shopping as opposed to the good ol' fashioned hunt. Perhaps it's better to keep him away from such household tasks. More importantly, how did he miss the corner shop but found the town's zoo instead?

[lavender543]

Longing - Chapter 2

Yandere!Knight x (Evil?)Queen!Reader

Synopsis: You are a queen with a not so great reputation. He is your most trusted, and extremely stoic knight. Lets just say you don't know just how much he would do for you. (he's been secretly pining after you for awhile). Warnings: Dark themes, topic of war, Yandere behavior (mild)

Previous chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1

Almost immediately after the other kingdoms admitted defeat to you, and the war was officially over, you ordered all knights to return to the palace. You hated the idea of them having to stay away from their home even a second longer than they had to.  

Despite the people that believe you to be evil, you still had a heart. And for that, you knew that you had to compensate these warriors for what they fought and sacrificed for your kingdom. It was only fair; you may be a cruel enemy, but you were also a very generous ally. 

So, upon the arrival of the surviving knights, you would bestow them each a title (if they didn't have one already), a plot of land, and enough money to live a comfortable life.  

There would be a grand ball held in honour of the brave knights, and for the victory of your kingdom. Everyone, not just nobles, was invited. You would hold a tremendous feast so that, at least for a night, everyone could eat well, (poverty was no stranger to your kingdom unfortunately).  

In foresight, you dreaded having to clean up after this war, it took a toll on your kingdom's riches, but you were determined to make up for it.  

The ball was not only to celebrate the victory, but to also show your people what was to come. That, and you couldn't help but hope it would cease the protests that have been going on since the war started.  

So, with that, you were neck deep in work and preparations for the celebration, as well as taking care of the aftermath of war. You were swamped with work right up until the day the soldiers arrived at the capital. 

There was a huge parade, and everyone celebrated their return. Families got to see their loved ones once more. It was safe to say that many were happy. You couldn't help but let your cold exterior crack slightly, a smile appearing on your face at the warm displays.  

After the parade, you sat atop your throne, as you announced the payment each knight would be given, as well as their release of contract. Those who wished could continue to serve you as royal knights, or they could live a quiet life with their payment. No one seemed to have an issue with these options, to your relief.   

Then, you dismissed everyone for the rest of the day to rest and prepare for the ball. The crowd cheered with joy as everyone slowly descended. 

You were not oblivious to the Grande knights' accomplishments, or his reputation as the “bloodhound.” You knew of all the rumors about this certain warrior; that he was ruthless, heartless, the list was endless. You weren't one to believe gossip, but it did intrigue you. Who was this man? And was he as cold and despicable as everyone described?  

Besides your curiosity, you had also wanted to reward him personally for his contributions to the war. So, you called a private meeting with him after the parade and waited in your throne room for his arrival.  

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Everett was beside himself when he was informed you wished to see him in private. Did you possibly know it was him? The boy you met in the garden? But how could you? He had changed so much since that day; he was almost unrecognizable. 

You had changed as well, he thought. When he saw you up there on that pedestal, during the parade, he was breath taken. After his rough journey back to the capital, his tired, baggy eyes felt relief upon the sight of you. You shined so brightly; it looked as if there was a halo above your head.  

You had grown up so beautifully (not that you weren't already beautiful before) and so elegant yet powerful, and he was convinced you were a goddess. He, a filthy dog, felt unworthy to even look upon your divine self. In fact, everyone here was unworthy of even looking at you.  

Before he could think much more about it, your angelic voice rang out, as you informed the soldiers you were to reward them for their services. Gods you were so benevolent, so kind and giving.  

He was so engrossed in staring up at you, that he didn't realize his heart was thundering in his chest at the mere sight of you; It was almost painful, just as it was now, as he stood outside the doors to your throne room.  

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You were surprised by the sight of the grand knight as he entered the room. You didn't know what you were anticipating, but it definitely wasn't this hulking figure. He was quite tall, and broad with muscle. His hair was as dark as a starless night sky, and long enough to reach his shoulders.  

He walked up to the throne you were sitting on and kneeled in front of you, not once looking at you. His hair covered his face as he bowed, and you couldn't get a good look at it.  

Ok now you definitely needed to know what he looked like; the anticipation was killing you.   

“No need to kneel, you have proven yourself quite enough, honorable knight. Stand up so I can see your face.”  

Your command was strict and confident, that of an experienced ruler, yet it was soft at the same time.  

He followed your command almost instantly, standing tall and stiff. As you gazed into each other's eyes, you couldn't help the feeling of familiarity washing through you, yet you couldn't quite place it.  

Brushing the feeling aside, you spoke: 

“I have called you here today in order to reward you personally for the great effort and success you have achieved in the war. Not only did you rise to the highest position as Grande knight, but you also led your troupes to countless victories and essentially won the war. For that, I am grateful, and with this gratitude, I shall grant you any one wish you so choose.”  

The knight remained stoic throughout your speech, and you wondered if he even cared about this whole thing. There was a moment of silence, where the two of you just looked into each other's eyes......but then it got awkward, and you spoke once more. 

“If it is needed, you may take a few days before deciding on what you would like...” 

You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. The knight was expressionless the whole time. It was a little scary in all honesty, but you were a queen, you were used to these types of interactions.  

Then, almost hesitantly, the knight replied. 

“If I may, your Majesty, I have my wish.” 

There was a beat, “and that is....?” 

You said, intrigued. 

“I would like to be your personal guard, your Highness, that is my wish.” 

He said it confidently, as if he already knew what he wanted beforehand. You couldn't help but gape at his response, not ever would you have guessed this would be his response. Without thinking you blurted: “Are you sure this is what you want? I was thinking you would want something like riches, or.....”  

You trailed off awkwardly. This whole thing was just odd, but he replied quickly so you couldn't dwell. 

“Yes, this is what I want.” 

Still surprised, you replied hesitantly. 

“Very well, I promised you anything, and if this is your wish, you shall be my personal guard. We will discuss matters more in depth later, but for now, go and enjoy the ball.” 

At your dismissal, the Grande knight nodded, turning to leave. 

“Wait!” 

you called out without thinking, quickly composing yourself. 

“I must know, what is your name?” 

He turned back to you and spoke calmly. 

“It is Everett, your majesty, just as you named me.” 

And with that, he turned and left, leaving you to sit there in shock.  

It was him; you finally recognized him. The little boy from your childhood.  

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As soon as the doors closed, Everett panted heavily, a blush spreading rampant over his face. His heart felt as if it would beat out of his chest (and across the frickin world at this point). His hands shook as he ran them up over his face and then combed through his hair. 

He couldn't believe that had just happened. You would let him—he got to--he would get to spend every day with you now, be by your side, protect you--this was the best day of his life. And the way you commanded him like that—his eyes rolled back recalling the pleasure.  

He’s waited so long for this. He may not be worthy of you, no one could be worthy of you-- you were meant to be worshipped--but he would do his best.  

So, as Everett walked down the large, beautifully adorned hallway, he thought of all the ways he could please you.  

A/N: Another chapter Yayyyy! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Next chapter will be the royal ball! I'll try to get the next chapter out soon :D

[suiana]

✎ yandere! knight headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, possessiveness, murder, devotion etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! knight who's one in five kids of the northern duchy. he's the second oldest and is second in line for succession of the duke's position. though, he cares not for any titles as he's far too content being your personal knight.

✎ yandere! knight who's a genius with the sword, enrolling in the knight academy at the tender age of 7 and graduating at 9. he's a prodigy and it's what brought him to you.

✎ yandere! knight who couldn't help but be taken away by your divine self upon your first meeting. oh... you're practically perfect-! and with sweaty palms and a heavy blush, he made temporary vows to protect you until he was 19.

✎ yandere! knight who couldn't wait until he was 19 to officially take the knight's oath to protect their master. sure he was of nobility and wasn't supposed to be just a knight... but just thinking of having to separate from you, having someone else take care of you-! how it infuriates him so. worry not, he's now 25 and is happily serving you now :3

✎ yandere! knight who falls for you with each passing day. as the two of you get older, his love begins to develop into something more sinister as a voice inside him yells and yearns to keep you by his side. and he listens to it. all. the. time. which is why he's always awake at ungodly hours, sometimes with white or red liquid on him.

✎ yandere! knight who murders everyone who's trying to court you. he swears it's not him who's doing it, but why does he feel so satisfied after each kill? why does he... feel the need to get rid of everyone else now?

✎ yandere! knight who appears shy and innocent but deep down he's secretly a freak in more ways than one. hope you enjoy it because this knight of yours will never get rid of that side of his.

✎ yandere! knight who's so in love with you that everyone in the royal court can see it, even you. but it doesn't matter because you love him too, don't you?

✎ "your highness, please allow me to court you officially."

[riniworld]

YANDERE!knight x PRINCESS!reader

you could tell I'm in love with royal stories?

warinings// alot of skipping times,mentions of a

k!$$,reader is an illegitimate daughter,one bad word

reference;you,y/n,your highness,my lady,her

"curse" "pathetic" "shame"

you've heard those words alot in your life.

You were an illegitimate daughter of the king,The result of a forbidden relationship,A reminder to the queen of her husband's cheat.

your biology mother has died when she gave birth to you and your father,the king,has taken care of you ever since.

he has been nice to you,He didn't differentiate between you and your sister at all,he was giving you everything you need everything you want,like you were a real royal figure.

but it was.

when the king died everything has changed

the queen has treated you like shit,well she didn't make you become a servant or smth,she always said she didn't want to see your face so that's why.

but you've been alone,no one dared to talk to you.

your "sister" didn't say anything about you or treating you wrong she simply...act like you never been there.

yeah everyone was calling you "princess",respecting you.

the servants kept serving you(even though they won't talk to you),you had your own garden even!

but to be all alone between a lot of people was torturing.

so you were visiting the village/city every week. everyone adored you.

you were so kind, gentle, you were...angelic.

you could hear gossiping in the halls as you walk

talking about a personal knight for the princess,your sister.

You laughed internally,praying for whoever that person was. your sister was...a bit grumpy, you've never interacted with her before though.

as you were heading to your favorite place,your garden,you saw your sister heading somewhere and that usual frown on her face.

there was a big man behind her,wearing armored clothes.

he looked at you from the corner of his eye,you waved at him with a smile.

ignore

oh yeah,of course.the queen has warned him from you,like everyone else.

you sighed as you continou your way.

8 P.M.

you wasn't a fan of social interactions or gatherings.

but here you are sitting in the corner. there was ball,everyone was noisy, dancing and drinking.

you were far from everyone, just sitting in the corner drinking your drink in peace.

untill you hear footsteps coming your way,you swear if it was someone want to dance with you too you're going to snap out-

"sorry for interrupting you,your highness" someone talked in a firm tone

you look up to see...your sister personal knight??

"i think it's a bit dangerous for you to sit all alone here,anyone could take advantage from this situation"

you place your drink down and smile

"don't worry I'm capable to defend myself"

"forgive me,your highness, i didn't mean to offend you or something, i just thought it would be right to tell you."

"it's okay you didn't say something wrong"

....

there was an awkward silent

"want a drink?" you broke the silent

"i don't have the right to want anything while I'm in your presence,your highness"

how could he answer so quickly-

"don't be like that...it's a ball for everyone to enjoy"

no answer

you sigh as You sign to the servant to bring another drink, as the servant bring it to your table.

you're confused why he didn't go away but you give him his drink anyway.

"your highness it's really not necessary i-"

"you dare to refuse my offer?"

".....no i don't. thank you,your highness"

you smile slightly as he took it

after some minutes you started "why didn't you went away?"

"do you want me to go,your highness?"

"no-no i mean why didn't you?"

"may i know why would i?"

"didn't..-the quee-i mean her majesty tell you about me?"

"yes,she did"

"but you're still..."

"i understand your point,your highness. but i don't understand her majesty's point"

"in any way?"

"forgive me but i was watching you sometime by now"

"wait-what?"

"we're in the same palace i would definitely run into you,and I've heard the commoners talks about you quite often and by what i heard you were too good to them that's made me curious as why her majesty doesn't want anyone near you"

"oh"

you was too stunned to talk...oh was everything you managed to spit out

you wanted to tear up right now, it was just a normal few sentence someone could even mistake it as an offending to them, but for you..no one has said such things like that or even talked to you in the first place

you bowed your head down

the knight speak as if the realization hit him

"i didn't-i didn't mean to offend you,your highness"

"no you..didn't" You raised your head but looked away "i appreciate what you just said,thank you-...uh may i know your name?"

"my name? he cleared his throat my name doesn't matter I'm just your servant,your highness" he said with more respect

"it's a command"

"senor"

"what a strange name,but it's a beautiful one. I'm Y/N if you didn't know my name earlier heh"

"it's such a honor from you to tell me your name,your highness,but if it's not a bother i feel more comfortable calling you "your highness" "

"of course, go with anything makes you comfortable. even though i don't think we'll interact again" you mumble

"if you'll excuse me your highness, i have to go back to my position" he bow and go back when you nod

you didn't want him to go, it was a nice feeling to talk with someone again

(the villagers doesn't count because you couldn't have a proper conversion with them because they'll be too tense to talk with you)

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after that interact with senor he have been noticing you more he's not ignoring you that much

he would react to your waves with a nod from a far or small movement so you'll know that he saw you

your sister wasn't caring much if he was there or not so you'll take this opportunity to steal him away sometime even if he wasn't approval of your idea

by time you grew closer and closer each time he even visited your personal garden! and became less offical with you but not much

you were too happy to find someone to talk to and spend time with

as for the queen,she's so busy with her duties to even noticing something, maybe she just set this rule and never cared if it broke?

5 A.M.

you and senor where walking in the forest by the river

you planned to go alone in the first place but when he saw you he said it's too dangerous to go alone

"so..you say you knew my father?"

"yes, my lady i did. he had saved my mother from death."

"was..your mother ill?"

"yes, my father wasn't there and i was young to have a job so she was the one working but when she fell down i couldn't do anything....then one day i saw his majesty's court and ran to him the guard has stopped me from going near but i kept shouting for him to help us..then he commanded the guard to let me go as he begin to listen to me, the next thing i know is a lot of money placed in my hand"

sob

senor looked at your way as soon as he heard you sobbing

"my lady are you-are you crying? i-i didn't mean-"

"it's so sad" sob

he just looked at you with big eyes don't know what to do..you..hugged him his hands was in the air where to place them?!

beat beat

shit you were too close,your body pressing against him. did you feel his heart beat? because i think even the village could hear it now

finally he decide to place his hand on your back.

you were talking but he couldn't hear you now, he's more focused on your position.

he was feeling that for a while now but he just denied it. no impossible how could he fall for the princess?

control yourself senor!

"thank you for your kind words my lady" He pushed you back a little

"I'm-I'm sorry i couldn't control myself" you walked back to give him a personal space

your foot slips from the edge as you fell down in the river.

"my lady!" senor yelled as he swim after you

his armor made it difficult to swim fast but eventually he catchs you.

he saw a rock and hold on it "hold on my lady I'll save you" he said between his breath

sitting at the groumd holding you against him, he was panicing now, why hasn't you opened your eyes yet??

"my lady, y/n,are you okay? wake up!"

cough cough

"oh god you're alive"

you opened your eyes slowly, your view still blurry becouse of the water

he made you sit straight as you coughed the water inside your chest

"are you okay?"

you nod as you looked at him.

"thank you. you're really my hero" you giggled

that wasn't a funny thing! you were about to die he should be mad now, scold you even.

but again he's heart start bounding. your hero? your...and you were his lady, he couldn't control himself anymore.

the next thing you see is his lips against yours,it was a long deep kiss he wanted for sometime now.

senor could care less if it's forbidden he was about to lose you seconds ago you're just paying for scaring him to death.

when you return you got a long harsh lecture from the queen on how you were just a wight on her to take and useless

was it? you don't know anymore. all you could think about is that kiss and senor, what was he doing now?

my back hurt :') i have exams soon so i just thought why don't i write something before it?

I'll make this a series too

hope you liked it!

have a good night/day

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.

Sequel here

Dead dove Do not Eat Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov

Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.

Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.

But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.

But then that pompous bitch got in the way.

The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.

"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.

Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.

Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.

Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.

The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.

"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.

Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.

Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.

"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.

"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.

He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.

Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.

[bunnis-monsters]

Devoted

Yandere!Knight Elf x Princess!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober

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summary: your knight is having scandalous thoughts about you…

warnings: dirty thoughts, nudity

Devoted.

It’s what every knight was, devoted to those they protected, devoting their bodies, hearts, and souls to the royal family and their safety.

But for your knight… it was more than that.

He had spent years wandering the earth, despising human kind for the slaughter of his brethren. To him, humans were selfish and cruel creatures that cared not for nature or other beings, only for their own personal gain.

That was… until he met you.

He had been starving to death, an intentional choice on his behalf. The world had rejected him, taken away all of his loved ones and left him to be all alone, with no one to share his long life with.

When a carriage passed by the tree he leaned against, the place he had picked for his final rest, he hadn’t been expecting a woman to jump out and run in his direction, lifting his chin and pouring cool water down his parched, dry throat.

“Gods, you’re skin and bones. Are you alright..? No, of course you aren’t…”

Within moments, you were flanked by several men in armor, men he would later come to know as royal knights.

“Princess, please return to the carriage. It is not wise to interact with… beings such as himself.”

You shot the knight a look and he quickly backed down. “If I were to ignore a dying man when I am able to help, who am I to call myself a princess of the people?”

The elf attempted to pull his head away, but was both too weak… and too mesmerized by your beauty to do anything but let you feed and nurture him as he was taken back to the palace.

Over the next few days, he was taken care of thoroughly by the palace staff, his every need tended to.

He found out by listening in to the maids outside his room that you had ordered all of the palace to take care of him as if he were royalty himself.

You quickly scolded anyone that dared to even play with idea of discriminating against him due to him being an elf. It was… refreshing, and he felt strange hearing a human speak of him as if he were a person.

As he recovered, you visited him as much as your duties allowed, chatting with him and making sure he was being treated well.

He felt strange when he started looking forward to your visits, even wanting to recover faster so he could stay by your side at all times.

And he was able to achieve his dream by moving up the ranks as a knight, eventually becoming your personal guard. It wasn’t easy, the training was grueling and he was mistreated for being an elf…

But a year later he kneeled before you as your personal knight. He put the work on and climbed the ranks… all for you.

It didn’t take long for him to gain your trust. After all, you were a kind and fair princess. You didn’t judge him for being an elf, something he had never experienced before. He was your knight, and you believed in his strength.

And when he took over protecting you, he started to get a bit… greedy.

He didn’t like that other people got to see and touch you. They were filthy humans who only wanted to use and abuse you.

Even the maids helping you dress and bathe would coo soft compliments, saying how they adored their princess and wanted nothing more than to see you happy.

But he heard what they’d say in the hallways. He would hear their hateful words and gossip. They hated you for being royal, for having a better life than them,

They didn’t know you like he did.

Slowly, he began gathering evidence against each maid and butler, every single body guard and knight that attended you was either fired or executed.

No one should be able to be so close to you… no one but him.

It was late one night when he first saw your bare body. You were bathing, him standing by the door, facing it to guard you.

Having been pampered your entire life, you didn’t exactly know how to properly bathe yourself. Now that all your maids had been fired, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“C-could you… help me?”

The tips of his elf ears turned pink when he turned to see you leaning against the edge of the tub, your soft breast squished by the cool surface.

The mere sight of your plump form bare in front of him was enough to have his cock straining against his pants.

“Of course, my princess…”

He sat down on the edge of the bath, slowly easing the shampoo into your hair. After that was your body, and he steeled himself before moving forward.

Moving the washcloth against your soft flesh felt almost sinful. You were his princess, and yet he was touching forbidden territory. Although he tried his best to avert his eyes, he ended up catching sight of your pretty, fat pussy.

It looked so soft, and he could almost picture how cute you’d look all stretched out on his cock. How you’d moan for him to be gentle, burying your face into his neck.

He’d comply, giving you the tender lovemaking you deserved…

After your bath, he had to tuck you into bed before leaving the room to deal with his throbbing erection.

His princess… how he wanted to keep you pure and innocent… but his desires were overwhelming.

Perhaps he could use his elven beauty to woo you and take you away… after all, he could never have you while under that kingdom’s law.

Soon, you would be his…

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[monstersholygrail]

Been thinking thoughts about Yandere!Knight who was the third son of a second rate noble. His family rich enough so that even he would never have to work a day in his life but not rich enough to be alluring for any respectable woman looking to marry.

He didn’t have any wild endeavors of his own. His eldest brother working closely with their father and the second eldest having a myriad of hobbies and investment opportunities he filled his time dabbling with. Leaving him alone and bored at the estate.

The emptiness of it all echoed down to his very soul. The estate just as hallow as he felt inside. He had no passions or interests. Everything he did, he did with ease. Horseback riding, fencing, and hunting, it was all a breeze. None of it excited him, got his blood pumping.

So what else was there to do besides lose himself in the booze of his local tavern? There the people cheered whenever he could chug nearly a full barrel, they bought him drinks when he won a round of darts, and when they talked to him they had actually listened. That’s what he wanted more than anything. To matter to someone.

And when he finally met you he knew you were the one person he had to matter to.

You were the favored Princess of their kingdom. While your siblings stayed up in the castle, too high and mighty to visit the commoners below, you were different. You visited the villages frequently. Talked with them, helped them, and did all you could to ensure the happiness of the people.

And when the owner of his favorite bar cut him off and kicked him out, out of the goodness of their heart despite the dismissal still cutting deep, you were right there. All gentle smiles, kind eyes, and a soft hand that reached out for his.

He can’t believe his luck when you keep his rough dirty hand clasped in your soft one. He can’t believe what’s happening as you start to walk with him down the cobblestone street, feeling the eyes of everyone’s stares.

But your eyes never leave his and his certainty wouldn’t dare to leave yours. Fear crawling up his back that if he dare look away you won’t be there when he looks back. He doesn’t even want to blink but forces himself too in order to not scare you away.

It only takes a few coaxing words from you before he’s spilling his guts about why he was in the tavern and more importantly, why he got kicked out. You listen to it all without wavering for a moment. He’s never had someone care this much for him.

You stay with him for hours, ignoring your own guards warnings that it’s getting late and you need to start heading back. But their interruption seems to give you an idea.

Somehow after hearing his whole entire sob story, you gaze up at him with the utmost confidence and ask, “Have you ever thought about being a knight?”

Yandere!Knight who had honestly never thought about it or considered it despite all his related skills to the job before you had said anything. But now finds himself leaving his entire life behind, his world behind, in order to go with you back to the castle.

He started training with the other noblemen destined for knighthood the very next day. All of them skilled but none of them nearly as skilled as him.

Especially on the many days when you just so happened to walk through the training grounds. Your eyes always finding him before staying to watch for a few hours.

He had heart rumors flying around the castle that you had been staying at the castle more recently. Everyone wondering just why that is. His name coming up time and time again.

When those curious and nosy enough to come up and ask him if he held your favor, he’d only encourage them further. Giving bits and pieces of, slightly exaggerated, information on the your attention and affection for him.

The rumors only get worse when his knighting ceremony comes, almost the entire castle sitting restlessly in the white glittering church. Him and his fellow men all waiting to be knighted. When you stand up and insist you be the one to knight him.

All falls quiet around them but you stand tall, walking up to the alter and briefly taking the Lords place who’s knighted his fellow men. You tell them that since you were the one to find them it’s only right that the honor goes to you.

Yandere!Knight falls to his knees before you, pretending that it’s not because they gave out from the swell of emotion coursing through him. But you smile at him like you know it was anyway.

The rest of the world fades away, leaving only you and him as you hand him his sword. Everything is in slow motion as you lean down, your warm breath fanning his forehead before you kiss it tenderly. The softness of your lips has his mind spinning with what they’d feel like in other places too. Then you’re tapping his shoulder with an air of finality and a wave of air comes rushing into his lungs.

He’s finally done it. He’s a Knight. Now he’s your knight. With his one wish being to protect you always.

Yandere!Knightgets posted as your personal knight. Which only ends up distancing him from the other knights who thinks the fair Princess should’ve stuck with the man previously in his current position. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when he had you.

You stuck by him closely, returning to your daily outings into the village but now with him to protect you. He sees then just how kind and trusting you truly are.

It didn’t take long for him to then see just how the people in the village treat you in return. The way their hands claw and tug at you. How they shamelessly beg and demand things from you because they’re always met with your agreement. Zero resistance or a flicker of hesitation every time.

Again and again like a cruel cycle that neither the people nor you saw any problem with. His stomach began to churn each time they’d paw at you as if you were the last loaf of bread in the bakery and they were all starved. Something ugly, dark, and twisted was growing inside him with the passing days by your side.

Akin to a foul rot forming inside a helpless tree. Completely defenseless as the darkness quietly grew and consumed till there was nothing left but a hallow shell ready to snap.

It finally happened, ironically, at the Butchers. The man who owned the shop was running out of hunters willing to sell to him and so it left the people there will less meats available for purchase. Being the kind Princess you are, you offer up a few palace hunters to come aid him.

His jaw was already clenched as he took in the greed of the Butcher. Less palace hunters meant less for you and maintaining your health was his sole purpose in this lifetime. To hell with the people, he would not have you in need.

But then as they turn to leave, the Butcher makes one last bold request, indeed. Asking the Princess to spare not only their hunters but their bows as well, for he does not have enough for them all.

You agree and leave but he stays rooted in his spot. Staring daggers at the Butcher who looks all too pleased with himself and the new arrangement.

His vision grows hazy and he blacks out just as he lunges at the man. Unsheathing his sword so quickly the metal rings out through the room.

When he comes back to the Butcher’s blood is mixed in with that of his meats, splashes of it everywhere. His body on the floor unmoving with no sign on life. It was the first life he’s ever taken.

Just as he’s about to open his mouth to cry, shout, or beg for help, he doesn’t know, he stops short of it all as the door opens. Your tiny gasp is all he can hear. A million thoughts flooding his head at that one simple sound.

His head nearly swings off his shoulders at the force of his head swiveling toward the sound of your voice. Your horrified expression meeting his own, though their reasoning for being there very different.

All the strength he has leaves his body in one fell swoop. His legs giving out from under him, the metal of his armor crashing against the stone floor as he falls to his knees.

Tears fill his vision and spill down his cheeks. The thought of disappointing you, letting you down, threatens to unravel him. You can stop looking at the blood painting his face as he helplessly crawls over to you.

“I’m sorry, please, help me. I’m so sorry, Princess, please,” he sobs, his arms winding around your waist as he nuzzles into your soft belly.

At the sound of his voice it’s like you snap out of your thoughts. Immediately moving in to soothe and comfort him. Your hands weaving through his hair, shushing him with the calming nature of a saint.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You were only trying to protect me. But know this is not the way,” you say in a hushed voice that curls around his very being and helps in calming him down quickly. His body melting against yours.

After that day he tries to put it behind him. To forget about the memories of the kill that came flooding back the same night it happened. Trying with all his might to forget about the satisfaction he felt with every blow. To avenge you for how that putrid man was taking advantage of your kindness.

But as the same begins to happen again from more of the villagers, that same dark sensation arises within him once more. Wrapping around his neck and squeezing him so hard he chokes on it. The urge to lighten their burdens on you coming back full force.

When he finally gives in and his blade swings down to take another life of one who has done you wrong, he doesn’t black out this time. There’s no shock, tears, and most importantly, no getting caught.

The more lives he takes the easier it gets. All of them done in your name, in his desire to protect you. Even if he has to protect you from yourself, he’s willing to do anything.

Right and left more people in the village go missing. None of them to be seen again. Eventually fewer and fewer people come to ask you for your aid, all of them growing too scared to leave their homes.

But it’s not enough for even if he can stop them he can’t seem to stop you. Following you around to each home in the village and watching as you ask if there’s anything you can do. Leaving him to massage your poor feet every night that ache from all the walking.

He knows he must do something to stop you once and for all. For your sake.

Like always, rumors spread around the kingdom like wildfire. With a little help from him word of there being a violent murderer in the kingdom fills the castle in a day. In your parents worry for your safety and to ensure the protection of the kingdom’s favorite Princess, they order you to remain in your room until the killer is caught.

You fight it as much as you can but ultimately you are powerless against the decrees of the King. So day in and day out from now onward you are confined to your room with only him to watch over you and guard your door.

Ensuring no one can get in and that you cannot ever get out. You’ll stay right here forever where he can keep you all to himself, leaving all your kindness just for him.

[thbbie]

༄ knight!suguru x queen!reader

knight suguru will readily serve his queens every need.

having been born of a low rank and with virtually no status in society he managed to some how become a knight to the royal family, a knight to the only princess of the kingdom.

form your days as princess, he's been your most trusted and loyal guard. you keep him close, and are practically never seen without him dutifully following you only a few steps behind.

there had been scandalous rumours about the two of you, rumours of things a princess should never be accused of but it all died down once you were crowned queen.

to be crowned queen of course, you had to marry.

some foreign kings son, a political union. the wedding was grand, extravagant, everything you would expect a royal wedding to look like.

beautifully ornamented ball rooms, music, expensive gowns, the finest wine. nobles and representatives of foreign powers all attended, to celebrate the wedding, but really, to celebrate the new monarch in the region.

you sit on your throne with your newly wed husband next you in his own. beautiful in your white gown, you look like an angel. the image of beauty and elegance.

suguru watches from a short distance away, standing in his place behind your throne. he thinks back to the hours before the wedding had began, the two of you alone in your chambers.

you called for him. dressed in the gown you are to marry another man in yet you called for him. suguru takes you leaning back on your bed and spreading your legs for him as an invitation, but he doesn't move. he stares you right in the eyes the whole time, unmoving until you give orders for him to do otherwise.

"come closer suguru."

and he does, having been here countless times before — he knows just what to do but he never does so without hearing the confirmation for what you both already know.

suguru walks to you, kneeling when he gets to the edge of your bed. your wedding gown pushed up and your legs dressed in lingerie for another are spread for him.

the smell of you envelops him.

"you look beautiful"

strangely suguru feels at home here, with his face snug against your pussy and his hands holding your spread legs, but tonight it seems you don't have the patience for his candied words, tugging him further into you by his dark tresses, using them as leverage to push and pull his head into whatever position you like best.

your knight is not a man of many complaints, instead, he works his tongue over your feet lads the way he knows you like it.

sucking tenderly at your clit, circling it with his tongue. oh he wishes he could see your face but doubts that's something he could handle; suguru's hands grasp at your adorned thighs. dressed in thin white lace, his roughened fingers grip your thighs through the intricately designed fabric — grounding himself.

the soft cacophony of your moans bounce around in his head;

"more, more. hah~ suguruu",

suguru feels drunk, lapping away at your core with vigour. the gentle tender strokes of his tongue replaced with his hunger. his precious queen issued a command, and he'd hardly be your favourite if he disobeyed.

he plunges his tongue into you, having you in a way no other will after him. he cannot help groaning into you at the thought, at your taste, at the way your hands grip his hair tighter and pull the delicious sting in his scalp making him dizzy.

with his face messy and hair in disarray, suguru looks far from presentable right now, and you think he looks bests like this. on his knees; lost, feral, crazed. desperate. in a strange animalistic kind of way, he is desperate for you .

his grip on your thighs tightens, and tightens and tightens until the delicate fabric gives in beneath the force of his fingers, breaching little holes into it and finally getting to touch your soft warm skin.

he keeps his eyes closed, focusing on selfishly feeling you for what may be the last time.

in that moment a wicked thought comes to him, a way of making himself indispensable to you. (he is now, but suguru could never not want more of you)

every touch of his is purposeful, weighed and measured to perfection to have you twisting and gasping and crying out. your nails rake down his back, marking what was, and will always be yours. no ring, or contract, or union would ever be capable of changing that .

you're getting married now, and your most trusted knight stand behind you with pride, tall proud and smug. it is not pride at the union you have with the faceless man at your side, but pride in knowing that he is the only one truly worthy of protecting his queen. the only one worthy of caring for his queen. and the only one truly capable of satisfying all her needs.

your taste is still on his lips and suguru's licking them slow with a hungry tongue to savour every last drop.

[unlikelykidpost]

This is my first time posting here, but I really want to hear from my fellow POC. Is anyone else tired of reading stories where it’s all about the main character x reader? You dive in, expecting a really inclusive narrative, but then it hits you: “Their cheeks glowed pink!” Seriously? Where am I getting that rosy hue? Or when the character casually puts their hair into an easy ponytail—come on, it takes me forever just to get my hair in a ponytail! You know what I mean, right..??

It's frustrating when the story drops hints that suggest the 'reader' is white. It really grinds my gears, and I wish writers would stop doing that, or at least include a warning that the reader character is going to be white. I want stories to be genuinely inclusive and for writers to be more flexible in how they describe characters. It’s disappointing when you can tell that a writer based their characters on white experiences and WHITE PEOPLE. but thats all, thanks for listening to my ted talk!!

[kidicaruslover911]

vampire knight!arlecchino alternative universe headcanons

tw: yandere(?), bodies dropping mysteriously left and right, implied mind manipulation, vampire stuff duh, over usage of the word ‘cold’ 😭WLW!! human reader, nsfw, slight somnophilia, virgin reader, women kissing, eating out, fingering, period sex (scares me so bad but vampire arle would)

a/n: i’m tired 🤎 i could not stop thinking about this so stay with me for a second…. now walk with me.

also let’s pretend arlecchino’s fingernails are short for the smut part and she grows them back later <33

not very descriptive on the blood either sorry! ANYWAYS have these crumbs!

vampire knight!arlecchino, whos been hired by your parents to keep you safe and away from sneaking out to meet with your secret peasant lover, unbefitting for a princess yet under no circumstances do you want to marry the lord that has already been chosen for you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who at first, no one suspects a thing about with such a charming yet strict appearance AND words.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s inanimate heart almost explodes from delight at the first sight of you, archons, the woman could’ve succumbed on the spot.

vampire knight!arlecchino who doesn't understand why you're so cold towards her at first; yes, your parents locked you in this castle, but only because it was necessary, to keep you safe!

vampire knight!arlecchino who literally vows to herself to do everything in her power to always keep you safe and close to her.

vampire knight!arlecchino who will be taking the necessary precautions to keep you away from showing any slight romantic interest in anyone that isn’t her. any kind of interest at all actually.

vampire knight!arlecchino who rigidly abstained herself from the taste of human blood for the longest time now and who’s self control is hanging on by a thread from the moment she lays his eyes you. and yet she perseveres.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you try so much to avoid having any kind of eye contact with because her lifeless eyes, tainted with those unusual red ‘x’s as pupils are simply that hypnotizing. she is hypnotizing.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but gawk at the bewitching form of your neck, tender and appetizing but deems herself of too impure of a creature to even allow herself to fantasize about tasting you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who makes sure to force herself to have her fill of wild animals blood, such as rabbits and deers deep into the night, to keep herself from doing anything she might regret later. it is clearly insufficient but she perseveres.

vampire knight!arlecchino who most of the maids are terrorized of and others think behaves strangely yet they cannot pinpoint why or what exactly it is, constantly gossiping about her even though whenever her name find itself on her their tongues, they feel as if they were constantly being watched.

vampire knight!arlecchino who chooses to ignore the gossip as long as they don’t grow too suspicious of her.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lets you escape/sneak out on purpose, only to jumpscare you within your misty surroundings, to ‘sweet talk’ you back into your castle, with her! right where you belong <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s senses are naturally heightened, you soon find out that you can’t run, no matter how hard you try :)

vampire knight!arlecchino who is always so gentle, kind and patient with you despite her stoic exterior, she really does try her best even when you lash out at her, cry and beg her to let you go see your lover for just an instant, to let you get some fresh air but alas :(

vampire knight!arlecchino who tries to impress you with her centuries of knowledge on various subjects to humor and entertain you as much as possible (you hate it at first but with time, you can’t help and engage with her out of genuine interest)

vampire knight!arlecchino who always finds ways to relax your fried nerves when you haven’t heard from your lover in an awfully long while. how could you when you’re hardly ever allowed outside?

vampire knight!arlecchino who stays cold and denies diplomatic as ever when the gardener swears to your parents that he has seen her kneel next to a some dead animal, seeming to suck on its ‘soul’ before the first rays of sunlight could reach the woman. your parents strangely yet very simply fired him and the man was never to be seen again. you came to find out later that his body had been found again days after the the events, dismembered, not too far from a dead rabbit who’s fur has been tainted with its own blood, stemming from the unmistakable imprint of a pair of fangs.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides that the maids won’t be necessary to accommodate you for certain tasks anymore; she has better taste when it comes to choosing your dresses for you and she knows how to style hair anyway and! she has your parents approval :)) which she may or may not have swayed to have them agree with her

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to let you out to get that fresh air but only with her accompanying you at all times and never outside of the castle’s gates.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but see you as her little dress up doll, allowing herself to assist you when getting ready in the morning down to when you get ready for bed.

vampire knight!arlecchino who, whenever you struggle to fall asleep and on your own demand, delicately grazes her nails across your skin, be it your forearm, your nape or down your spine. it was something she had done once and now you can hardly ever rest without it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s aches for your body’s warmth.

vampire knight!arlecchino who may or may not have manipulated your dreams to have you think of her a little more than usual as well.

vampire knight!arlecchino who asks for your permission to lay with you after you had a nightmare to try and comfort you in her arms knowing she cannot offer you any heat. it made you gasp at the first contact yet you decided not to pry.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s permanent cool skin temperature never fails to make you worry for her even though she assures you she feels fine.

vampire knight!arlecchino who encourages you to eat, your sorrow concerning your partner’s disappearance shouldn’t hinder you to gain forces again. she really wants you to have some source of energy.

vampire knight!arlecchino who goes as far as to mimic eating while seeking for every ounce of strength within her to not immediately reject it, simply to have you have consume something.

vampire knight!arlecchino who did such a great job at watching over you that your parents finally trust to leave the castle for a while, meaning that it’ll only be you, her and the maids for a few months (may or may not have swayed them to leave in this one too)

vampire knight!arlecchino who developed a habit of keeping her hand on your lower back which you don’t necessarily hate anymore.

vampire knight!arlecchino who comforts your fragile form within her metallic embrace when you find out your lovers slashed body has been found in a river not too long ago.

vampire knight!arlecchino who shushes you gently, she thinks you shouldn’t waste so many tears on them and that you and this other person simply ‘weren’t meant to be’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who wipes your faces with her frosty yet so careful fingers while whispering that she’s here now and always, that you don’t have to worry your pretty head about anything, that she’ll take care of you and everything else .

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides that she won’t use her powers to have you fall for her. she can tell that you’ve already been struggling a lot not to even when your supposed lover was still alive and she wants to leave that inner battle to yourself.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s face nuzzles deeper and deeper into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as if to try to compose herself; you’re on your period and her senses are tingling ever so highly.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks she’s hallucinating when she finally feels you press back against her in your sleep, sweet and delicate noises gracing her ears.

vampire knight!arlecchino who first believes to hear a constrained sigh, a gasp and then; a whimper…a wet dream?

vampire knight!arlecchino who takes her time to observe your troubled frame tucked next to her, the hand she has snuck around your waist hesitant to make itself useful to your pretty ‘problem’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but wait a little more, before she languidly lets the tip of her nose run up and down your nape, fresh breath blowing against your burning skin, agitating your own breathing pattern before she goes to press one cautious peck up to your nape; another whimper.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s eyes grow heavier and who wants to hear you huff and mewl for her some more before she easily pulls you in by your hips, her cold lips brushing against the shell of your ear shortly before she goes to kiss the side of your neck again, but this time she tends to it truly, she adores you, attacking your collarbone with gentle nips and licks to make it all better, leaving her mark when she internally has to urge herself not to grow her fangs right here and now at your continuous squirming before pulling back momentarily.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has you now wide awake, your own hand guiding her firm ones to caress the curve of your sides in a daze.

vampire knight!arlecchino who whispers into your ear whether you’re certain you want this, the sheepish yet very telling nod of yours seemingly giving her the encouragement she needs to move upwards towards your breasts which her slender fingers squeeze gently, before fondling you attentively through your nightgown, thumbs rubbing and brushing against your already hardened peaks, earning her another stutter; it makes her chuckle and it isn’t long before she flips you over, keeping you in her shadow to finally give her a chance to see what she can make you feel.

vampire knight! arlecchino who knows that she’s your first and who’s glowing red pupils, pale and statuesque being dipped within the moonlights embrace you can’t help but tremble before, motivating the vampire to take her time even more with you, helping you unbutton your gown little by little only leaning down to kiss and nibble at the swell of your bosom peeking over the loosened fabric; kisses being soon replaced with a supple and needy tongue, eagerly swirling around your soft buds with closed eyes one after as you’re left breathlessly struggling against the woman’s strong hold, leaving your hands no other choice but to find a home within her silver curls, involuntarily tugging at their roots which earns you a muffled groan. “do it again”.

vampire knight! arlecchino who kisses deeper and lower along the exposed skin, every inch she can adore, whispering about how perfect and divine you are after each parting sound of her hungry lips, fresh and taunting ones until she feels you tense up just when she’s about to reach your pelvis.

vampire knight! arlecchino who stops immediately even though the scent of your blood keeps tickling, starved system yearning and calling for her senses.

vampire knight! arlecchino who fears that due to her nature her lovemaking has you feeling as if you were bedding a corpse :(

vampire knight!arlecchino who effectively silences you with a first passionately sloppy kiss when you tell her with great embarrassment that you’ve been leaking, having you a simultaneously grace her with a blissful sound of shame as you feel her thigh purposefully press against something in between yours, which leaves you instinctively pulling her closer to you with a whine, desperate to feel her skin against yours and right now you couldn’t care less about its negative temperature, truly. if anything, it only heightens the pleasurable sensations the vampire has yet to gift you and by the way you’re already rolling your hips onto her, no rhythm or experience at all as to how how to bring yourself to your peak, it is clear that despite your very unfortunate situation, neither of you really want to stop.

vampire knight!arlecchino who leaves a trail of long and meaningful pecks down onto the sides of your thighs, one hand resting against the back of your knee which she soon props onto her shoulder, looking up to search for your gaze and seek for your consent one last time. she wants you to say that you want this. the wait is unbearable, her hunger for you insatiable and she has yet to taste you; your messy cunt glistening wet with your juices, throbbing clit that aches to be acknowledged and taken care of and at last…her food. “i want more of you” and your wish is her command.

vampire knight!arlecchino who calls your pussy pretty and cute, asks you whether all of this truly is for her; and you answer again. ‘no need to shy away from me, my dearest’ the vampire tells you to keep watching, that she’s truly flattered as places a kiss on it, licking her lips before blowing some air right after, earning her a sinful shudder and such a desperate plea from you, she can only hum in agreement when she sees your clitoris pulse for her in anticipation.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lets out the most obscene moan as soon as she gets to lap at your swollen entrance and the delightful flow of blood, dark vermilion fluid mixed with your slick smearing across her mouth already and she swears she could cum right now, forcing your thighs to spread wider while maintaining eye contact as she runs her tongue up to your sensitive clit and sucks, a sinful ‘pop’ resonating within the dark of the room along with your pitched mewls which you try to cover with your hand but!

vampire knight!arlecchino who pulls away and warns you that the next time you try to hide from her she’ll stop and have you grind on her thigh all night long without her help, knowing that you have no experience and no idea as to what you’d be doing without her guidance.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you to keep your fingers in her hair and pull if you need to. she wants to feel the effect she has on you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who groans into your folds and keeps feasting upon you like the sweet treat that you are, the vibrations of her voice making you buck your hips to her lips, teary eyed and overwhelmed with all that she is offering you, your hand instinctively trying to push her head away; it’s too much.

vampire knight!arlecchino whom your helplessness only makes her devour you deeper, further pulling you down towards her skilled and tingling wet muscle, working your tight cunt obsessively, her thumb entering the picture to apply the right amount of pressure onto your moist pearl, soon enough inserting a first finger which easily slides in while continuously praising you, and then another once again, moving exactly where you need it, as if to prove that you are the only woman she worships. because you are.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s intensified glowing eyes and freezing skin despite the current circumstances have betrayed her true self long ago, hips bucking and fighting against her strength, she leaves you too drunk on her mouth to actually process that you literally have a starving vampire quenching her thirst on you while showing you a whole new underworld and it’s different sensations.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t help but let her mind wander towards the possibility to turn you into her mate at this very moment, head burried in your heat as she whispers more praises you aren’t really sure to pick up, the melody of your endless cries and heaves drive her intrepid hands to wander and play with your chest once more, your own frantically rushing to intertwine your fingers with one another. by now you’re close and a blabbering mess practically begging for her to take you and officially make you her own.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s fingers curl inward with final intent, now repeatedly hitting a delicate spot inside you at an inhuman speed which has the knot in your stomach release in no time and cum all over her mouth, just like she demands it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to not turn you yet and keep this conversation for a later time, when you’ll have returned to all your senses.

vampire knight!arlecchino who presses one last kiss against your ankle and who you strangely cannot exactly have any ill feelings for even after discovering the truth. the glow in her eyes is gone now and she makes sure to cover you properly again and ask whether she did anything she shouldn’t have…how strange.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has never felt this satisfied and surprisingly full of in a long time on such an amount of fluids, licking her fingers clean, the same ones she had used to ruin your cunt.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks she might get diabetes from how quickly she craves your blood and juices again but given how shaken up it left your body, she digresses. for now.

vampire knight!arlecchino who decides to tell you about how your parents won’t be coming back for….some other day. and the lord who was supposed to marry you as well! everything has been taken care of, just like she promised <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who makes sure to run you a bath and wash you, change the bed sheets later on and run her nails across your skin just how you like it, only then explaining further things about herself and her past.

bonus: vampire knight!arlecchino who has forgotten what actual sweet things (don’t worry you’re sweet enough!) taste like and kisses you whenever you just bit into a fruit or had a sweet treat (it’s her excuse to lick at you a little)

a/n: I don’t think I’ve ever used so many commas in one go omg. thinking about making a part 2 idk

[heartfullofleeches]

Damsel Yan: My hero! You saved me! How may I reward for your bravery?

Knight Reader: I desire what anyone else in my position would long for - your safe return back to the kingdom, my lady-

Damsel Yan: Is that all? I am willing to repay your deeds in whatever way you see fit. Perhaps...a night of passion with your princess? It is a luxury few experience in their lifetime.

Knight Reader: Well... there is one thing I'd like from you

Damsel Yan: Yes?

Knight Reader, removing their helmet: If it wouldn't offend you, may I.... rest my head on your lap? You see, the journey from the kingdom was quite taxing on my body and the fabric of your dress reminds me of a blanket I had when I was small. I understand if it is too much trouble.

-

Damsel Yan, cradling a sleeping Knight Reader in their arms - gazing at the bloodstains on the wall hidden by the shadows of their room: Of all the knights who've came to me.... You win this round, little hero- But someday you will be mine.

[ozzgin]

I've done Readers being transported in the past before, but what about the opposite scenario?

Some knight or swordsman who somehow ended up in modern times, and you were the (un)fortunate soul to find him wandering in utter confusion. Was there some Renaissance Fair in town? Did you live next to a medieval convention? After a short exchange you're convinced this man is indeed speaking the truth, and his large weapon isn't just a fancy fake he dangles around for show.

For everyone's safety, you offer your home until whatever time-space aberration brought him here might also take him back to his bloodied battlegrounds. He appreciates your support, perhaps a tad too much.

He follows you around like a lost dog. Becomes strangely possessive of your company, which - in any other circumstance - would count as a cute, jealous display. In this case, however, it involves a massive barbarian who deals with conflict by cracking skulls and swinging the blade.

You've had to stop him from beheading your friendly neighbor who happened to touch your shoulder one moment too long. You can't just kill people like that, you scolded fervently after the incident. Well, why did his hand linger, your time-travelling partner retorted with oratory passion, if he didn't intend to challenge me?

You're starting to believe the ferocious knight isn't as eager to go home as he originally claimed. Didn't he have a kingdom to protect? A war to win? Could be, yet now he's found a different master to serve. You.

[lavender543]

Longing - Chapter 1

Yandere!Knight x (Evil?)Queen!Reader

Synopsis: You are a queen with a not so great reputation. He is your most trusted, and extremely stoic knight. Lets just say you don't know just how much he would do for you. (he's been secretly pining after you for awhile). Warnings: Mentions of abuse, dark themes, war and blood shed

A/N: Everett's perspective this time yayyy. And his backstory as well. Also I'm thinking this will be quite a few chapters in length, not sure how many yet.

I recommend reading the Prologue before this!

Everette’s life began with nothing. He spent his youngest years in a run-down orphanage with underpaid, abusive staff, and too many other children. Being the quiet kid he was, he always blended into the shadows, unnoticed by anyone. Though he still stood out in one aspect; he had naturally fast reflexes; they usually came in handy when fending off bullies, which happened way too much.  

When he was around eight or nine, he managed to escape the dreaded orphanage. From then on, he lived on the streets, he managed by begging for food from charitable nobles or using his reflexes to steal from people walking by.  

It was tough, but it was better than the constant beatings from other children at the orphanage or moody staff members.  

One day, he decided to try and steal from a particularly wealthy man who was buying something at a food stand in the marketplace. Unbeknownst to him, that action would change his entire future.  

He managed to get behind the man, but as soon as he reached out to take the man's money bag, he was thrown down to the ground by an unknown force. He realized that a knight hidden in the shadows nearby had spotted his mischief. 

The knight tried to grab him, but Everett was faster, quickly dodging. This game of cat and mouse continued for a while, until the knight finally managed to grab the worn-out boy. The man at the food stand had long-since seen the commotion, and he walked up to the captured boy.  

Long story short, the man Everett was trying to steal from was none other than the king, who had gone undercover to enjoy the marketplace. Impressed by the fight Everett put up with the king's best knight, the king decided to take him in, on the condition that he train as a loyal knight to the kingdom. 

Of course, Everett accepted the offer, he would be foolish to have not. Looking back, he thanked his past self, for that decision led him to you.  

You were the first person who really stood out to him during his life at the palace after being adopted. He first saw you when he was being escorted to the training grounds not long after arriving.  

You were sitting at a table outside in the royal gardens. It looked like you were getting lectured by a teacher as you sat with a teacup in hand. Feeling the boy's eyes on you, you looked over to him. And you winked. YOU WINKED. AT HIM.  

He was screaming internally, red as a tomato. He never really had friends at the orphanage, let alone interacted with many girls. Especially not as pretty as you.  

Too embarrassed to do anything, he quickly looked away and picked up his pace behind his instructor. From then on, Everett couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He waited with bated breath for even a glimpse of you. It was the highlight of his arduous day just to see you. 

It was only ever in passing, but it meant everything to the depraved boy, so when you sometimes glance back, you best know he was freaking out.  

He spent everyday training with the other knights. He hated it, it was hard, and he often found himself on the verge of tears from the exhaustion paining his entire being. He learned to get used to it, however. He excepted his fate.  

Though he still couldn't help but look for you wherever he was, even for just a tiny ounce of relief from the hell he was put through.  

It wasn’t just your beauty that drew Everett in, it was also your strength. Don’t think he doesn’t notice how hard you work every day. He sees what you’re put through all the time, like him. And yet you still smile, and laugh, and find joy in the little things. Like when you chased a butterfly in pure joy, despite the consequences you faced from your teacher afterwards.  

There was a point in the beginning, when he tried to hate you, it was your own father who put him in this situation after all. But he soon realized how helpless you also were, and he knew he could never hate you.  

You became his lifeline, the only thing that kept him going. His own little goddess. And you didn't even know it.  

So, when you talked to him in the garden that fated day, Everett felt as if he was in heaven. He tried so hard not to stutter when he replied to you, barely containing his blush. When you sat beside him, he thought that it couldn't get any better than that. And then it did.  

You gave him a name. A beautiful name, and called him brave, literally! The name meant brave. He could cry with joy. Looking back, Everett really didn't know how he managed to stay composed in that situation.  

When the two of you got caught eventually, Everett wanted to punch the guards who took you away from him.  

He didn’t see very much of you after that, and something just snapped within him. You were his one light in a world full of darkness, so when you disappeared, he had nothing. 

Nothing but a rage burning inside of him. How dare your father take you away from him. Thus began his spiral. He became a machine. All he did was fight, and train, and then fight again. He turned into a ruthless beast, at least that's what the other knights called him. But he didn't care. He just wanted it to end. He thought, maybe if he worked his way up to the very top, maybe he could see you again.  

And so, he did, years later, earning the title of Grande knight. But he didn’t get any chance to even celebrate his hard work, as he was sent off to war soon after. Apparently, this was the king's plan all along. Raise an indestructible machine to win his war for him.  

Everett was helpless against the king. And he was sent off without even seeing you one last time. 

His rage was unpalpable. He was determined to live through this war. He did not spend his whole life in hell just for it to end now. No, he would survive. And he would see you again.  

Everett was just as his reputation said, a killing machine. He earned the nickname of the bloodhound due to his unmistakable power and skill.  

In the end, he came out victorious, but not unscathed. He was forever changed. All the blood spilt, and death by his hands, was enough to drive any other man mad. He became cold, he lost his emotions in order to save himself. He was not the small, weak-minded boy he used to be.  

So, when he was told he got to return home after four long years, he didn't even smile. 

Next Part: Chapter 2

A/N: Next chapter you finally get to reunite with Everett yaayyy!

[suiana]

yandere general x traitor reader

"..why?"

"how could you expect me to love an empire who took everything away from me? even moreso the guy who made my life a living hell?"

being the sole survivor of a fallen kingdom was a hard thing to accept, especially when you had been forced to become a slave to the monstrous empire who did this to you. you, a member of a royal family had been forced to become a slave in a matter of five days.

it was shocking at first. in fact, you refused to accept it. you still believed that your family was alive, that you were a cheerful and happy royal member of a prosperous little kingdom. yet the constant beatings, insults and mockery from the victor empire dragged you out of that delusion.

the embarrassment, shame, and guilt you had to bare was insulting. to think that a royal member would be reduced to such a status of cleaning horse shit... death would've been a much better option.

he should've killed you. he really should've. why did he even spare you? it made no sense at all. because why would a war general, known for being heartless and cruel, even spare a member of the royal family they were sent to kill?

the emperor wouldn't even question it! just accepted the general's actions and went along his merry way! fuck, you were honestly looking forward to getting beheaded at the possibility of getting killed off... but the general just had to be so trustworthy that the emperor would allow him to do as he pleases. and the fact that he was from a powerful duchy didn't help either.

and so, you had to clean up shit for a while, sleeping in rags and getting beaten up by people of the opposing nation. it was humiliating. you had considered ending yourself on multiple occasions, yet the cautious eyes of the general you had been forced to work for prevented you from doing so.

whenever you tried something dangerous, he'd always be there to stop you. it was as if he were watching you, carefully monitoring you like a specimen. worse of all! he didn't beat you up or berate you for attempting suicide! he did the exact opposite! gently tending to your wounds, kissing your forehead while washing your now frail body... he treated you more like a lover than a slave.

initially, you were confused by his caring actions. didn't he spare you just so he could torment you? but when you observed how his eyes would soften, how you had preferential treatment, you couldn't help but feel the need to use him.

he did whatever you wanted him to. getting rid of those who bullied you, giving you the status of a servant rather than a slave, money, information. he gave you everything you asked for. all he asked in return was your love. but how could you give it to him when he was the one who changed your life for good? luckily you were an amazing actor.

you played him like a fool, dancing around him like this were all but a silly show for your entertainment. and it truly was. for you were secretly gathering a rebellion against him and the empire. thankfully the empire had lots of enemies, so many were willing to join you. it took lots of effort and patience but you had finally done it. and now it was time for the final act to begin.

fire, murder, death. the plan was simple enough. give the empire what it deserved. you had to attribute majority of your success to the general, really. for if it weren't for his foolishness this plan would've never worked out. I mean, who would in their right mind fall for the one who ruined their life? the general had too much of a fantasy that you'd willingly accept him. so much so that it was a little pathetic.

the night hadn't gone as smoothly as you wanted it to be but nonetheless, the main goal was accomplished. murder the royal family and tear down the empire. sure, it was cruel. but they had it coming for them. after all this was the kingdom who did as they wished. starting wars for no reason, invading lands that did not belong to them... this was merely retribution.

you laughed heartily, staring at the destruction around you as you prepared to leave. yet, one person stood in your path. the general who wanted nothing but your love.

tear stricken and heartbroken he stared at you like you had committed the worst crime. but you couldn't really care. you tried getting your horse to speed away from him. however, he wasn't the most feared general for nothing. within a few seconds the positions were reversed and he had the high ground.

you laid on the cobblestone streets, his sword beside your neck as he cried silently while the empire burnt to ashes. no! you couldn't fail! not when everything had gone smoothly! you tried squirming away only for him to stop you by caging your body in between his body. his sword had been discarded and he had resorted to using his body to keep you with him.

and you couldn't stop him. not when he was twice your size with strength rivaling a god's.

"I... I am very disappointed."

you rolled your eyes at his sentence. however, you remained completely still in his arms as he burrowed his face into the crook of your neck. whatever, you'll just run away when he stands up and things will be all back to plan. you just have to deal with his antics for a little while longer.

"I never thought you would act out. not when we were so in love. I guess... I'll just have to teach you."

you sighed. what was he onto now? he had lost his duchy, his empire and-

"let's die together, shall we?"

he smiles at you, tears completely dry as he brings a small dagger up to your cheek. your heartbeat started to race, eyes widened as you shook your head in fear. wait was he serious?!

"don't worry darling. I'll kill myself after I kill you. then we'll be together for all eternity..."

he continues smiling as the sharp dagger caresses your neck, threatening to draw blood.

"I love you so much, my dear. It's just a shame you had to act out like this. I truly wanted to live a happy ever after with you! if only you hadn't brought ruin to the empire...."

he mumbles sadly, pressing the knife against your throat harshly, drawing small beads of blood that stained the dagger red.

"I'll see you in hell in a minute."

slice!

and the world fades to black.