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[lavender543]

Longing - Prologue

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: Topics of war, and violence

By many, you were seen as cold, Ruthless, some would even say evil. You were the queen of a large kingdom in the North, with a very widely known reputation for being cutthroat.  

Life in the North was not easy by any means. Resources were far and few, and the environment was cold and desolate. For that, you needed to rule with an iron fist in order to protect your people and keep them satisfied. You weren't afraid to use force if that was what was required.  

Many would say you were wicked, morally grey, power hungry...the list goes on. You’d like to think of yourself as dedicated.  

You were forced from a young age into the role of ruler and spent your whole life preparing to be Queen. It was your life's dedication to rule over your kingdom. You had no living relatives; your family was assassinated during the war.  

It was...hard, to say the least.  

The only person you could trust during those dark days was yourself, and eventually you learned you could trust him: The Grande knight. 

He was originally an orphan brought in by your parents when you were young. They trained him to be a loyal weapon to fight in the war.  

It was wrong, and it pained you to see him, similar in age to you, being pushed past his limits.  

You sympathized with him in a way. You yourself were forced against your will to be trained in order to become the next ruler; although your training was a lot less physically demanding than his (which is an understatement of what he had to go through).  

Despite both of you being terribly busy, there were small moments you both had together as children. They were nothing but a few words in passing, but the interactions meant a lot to two heavily sheltered kids tasked with adult responsibilities.  

Your fondest memory was when you had your first real conversation with him. Your only real interaction with him were moments of eye contact before then.

One day, when you were around ten years old, you managed to run away from your etiquette teacher and hid in the royal gardens. 

As you ran through the garden, searching for a hiding spot, you spotted a dark figure hidden in a small alcove between two bushes of winter daphne’s. They were one of the only flowers that could survive the cold climates of the north.  

You approached the figure, and realized it was him. Without really thinking, you sat beside him. He was huddled, panting heavily as if he had just run a marathon, (he probably was earlier to be honest).  

He stared at you, surprise and fear in his eyes, and your ten-year-old brain could only think of giving him a reassuring smile to show you were friendly. 

“I see that we had similar thoughts.” you said to the boy, a mischievous grin on your face. 

At that, he relaxed slightly, although still staying silent. And you decided it was safe to sit down beside him.  

He froze from the action, but didn’t protest.

“I managed to get away from my etiquette teacher, I know I shouldn't say this, but I'm convinced she’s evil. Must be why she doesn’t have any friends.” 

You were surprised when you heard a small laugh from him at your words, although it was more like a snort. This only encouraged you to go on.  

“Seriously! She was trying to make me put a book on my head! And she always whacks my wrists with a strap if I don't do something right.” 

With your casual words, he began to open up, speaking hesitantly at first. He seemed to still be quite nervous.  

“My trainer is the same way, evil I mean.” 

You giggled at that, and you looked at each other in mutual understanding. You sat together for a while, enjoying each other's company. Talking about whatever came to mind. Eventually you realized you didn't actually know his name. You had only ever heard him be referred to as “the boy,” or terms akin to that.  

You looked at him in curiosity.  

“Say, I guess I never asked, what is your name?” 

His face grew bitter, there was hatred in his eyes, and you were confused by the sudden mood switch.  

“Just call me what you want.” He said shortly. 

You looked at him in confusion. “Do you not have a name?” 

“I may as well not.” 

All you could say was “oh” in response.  

The mood suddenly got awkward, and you tried to lighten it.  

“Well, what would you like your name to be?” 

He visibly gave the question some thought and then shrugged nonchalantly.  

“I don't know, I've never really thought about it.” 

“I see....” You trailed off, not knowing what else to say. 

“What name do you like? For me I mean.” 

He said suddenly.

You definitely did not expect him to ask that. Looking to him in surprise, you replied: “You want me to choose a name for you?”  

He nodded casually, although you did not see the blush creeping up his face. This whole situation was a little odd, but you went along with it, giving it some thought. Finally, you came up with the perfect name.  

“Everett.” You said after a long pause.  

He looked up to you and smiled shyly. 

“It means brave in the old language. I learned the word today from my lessons.” 

You continued with excitement.  

The boy looked almost bashful from your words, a wide grin making its way on his flushed face.  

“It's perfect.’” he said with sincerity.  

You stayed like that for a while, but, like all good things, it had to end. Some guards eventually found the two of you, and you had to go your separate ways.  

After that, your father restricted you from seeing Everett (you’ve been referring to him as Everett now), so as to prevent any “distractions” as he worded it.  

From then on, you didn’t see much of Everett, save for small glances when crossing paths with each other. It was hard seeing him, all bloodied and bruised from training, and not being able to talk to him, or do anything to help him.  

Soon days turned into weeks, then months, then years. Your childlike naivety had long since been brushed away to reveal a cold and calculated woman. You were seventeen, and very close to being of age to ascend to the throne. Just in time for the war to begin you had thought bitterly at the time.   

The war began when your parents had had enough of neighboring countries cutting off their supply shipments. Your kingdom relied on these shipments for food and necessities. Thus began a war your parents waged. 

You hated it. You hated it all, but what could you do? You had no say in any of it, despite your insistent pleading to your father not to start a war. You knew it would only end in loss and destruction.  

With everything happening, you wanted desperately for someone to confide in. You searched for Everett, but you hadn't seen him in weeks, it was as if he disappeared. Upon question, you discovered that he was sent into the war to fight on the frontlines.  

You were devastated. You felt stupid to not have realized before. That was what all the training was for, why your parents had adopted him in the first place. To create a weapon for this war.  

You were so consumed with rage and hopelessness, and all you could do was try to help your parents finish this war. It was all you could do to stop the bloodshed. 

The exposure to everything only made you colder, however. You realized that you too had been turned into a weapon, although more in the academic sense. Your parents used your wit and knowledge from your lessons growing up.  

Two years in, your kingdom faced few losses, and many victories due to your strategizing. Although it did not stop the assassination of your family. Somehow, some way, the enemy kingdoms found a way in.  

This only fueled your rage more. You no longer cared how, but you were going to win the war. And you did.  

After four long years, you finally reached total victory. 

And with that, you gained the reputation of a tyrant. 

Next part: chapter 1

A/N: This is my first story on here yayyy. thank you to anyone who reads and enjoys this! Sorry this chapter is mostly world building, I promise there will be a lot more of Everett in the next part. I might make it in his perspective next chapter as well....we'll see!

[griffonsgrove]

Do you write for yanderes? Like a yandere version of a character

Ya I could totally try doing that!! It's not my favorite trope when it comes to writing relationships, but i've read enough fics to get the general idea. I'm also a sucker for anything horror/creepy, so I def would like to try it out to see if I like it!

[just-anothe-user]

A flash

Yandere male oc (Eden) x gender neutral reader

Cw: unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship, strangling

It was hard to be sure when you woke up, just that you did. Slowly noticing the damp air and the raindrops coming from the storm outside, you decided against opening your eyes. Knowing the mass sleeping beside you, it would be better to pretend to be unconscious.

Eden was a light sleeper, and with the way he clung to your body, he’d notice any movement you made to leave the comfort of his arms. You sadly knew how much it would hurt if you tried anything that resembled leaving. The contrast a flash of lighting gave to an other wise dark sky stole your attention.

“Just stay still. Stay still for a little longer” It hurts, you tried to tell him, still shaking. You tried and failed to control your breathing, he needed to let you go. He shushed you, “Do this for me baby I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. But do this for me so I don’t get mad again.”

You didn’t want to do anything for him the only thing you wanted was for him to shut up. You felt your heart beat speed up. It hurt, you couldn’t talk, your throat still sore. Being trapped in his arms made it impossible to focus on anything else. Your world just keeper on getting smaller and darker. It made you feel trapped, the only though you could process was that it was hard to move. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t push the man who made you feel like this away.

Another flash of lighting struck.

Arm wrapped around your neck so softly you would have mistaken the action as a form of affection. You tried to imagine it as such, it was better than listening to whatever he was screaming at you. “What do you mean?” He demanded.

You closed your eyes, hoping to block him out. Showing him you didn’t want to do this right now. That you weren’t ready for this right now.

The pressure around you neck tightened.

“You pathetic bitch! What did you say?”

Rapidly opening your eyes, your tried to claw his hands of your neck.

“Don’t stop me, answer! You think you can leave? After all I’ve done for you! You think you can just leave me? I saved you! I treasured you!” Thrashing left and right, he pushed you down to stop you movements. Coming close enough to your face that you could feel spit leaving his mouth when he screamed.

“I loved you”

No sound was heard when you tried to scream.

The sound of the rain used to be soothing, a calm background sound. It still would be if it wasn’t raining that night.

Still gasping you could see the blurred lines of Eden’s face looking down above you. You could feel bits of his brown hair falling onto your face. You could feel his dual painted nails squeezing your throat so tight.

You could see his smile looking at you with the widest smile on his face.

It was starting to get hard to tell what was a dream and what wasn’t.

Tighter, his hand started to tighten even more than what you wished was possible. You wanted to fight back, you wanted him to stop, to let you go.

Tighter, your hands started to tighten more than you thought possible. Eden waking up with a shock, seemingly terrified while looking up at you.

Eden was looking down, still cruelly laughing at you.

Drool started to dribble down the side of his mouth. His eyes showing panic while he tried saying you name.

No matter how hard you tried to beg, he continued to smile, choking you. Asking you to say his name. Screaming at you to beg while saying his name.

You couldn’t hear the rain anymore and another struck of lighting flashed.

Looking down you finally noticed Eden, much quieter than he was a few minutes prior. His eyes, while empty looked like they were once wide with panic. Drool could still be found sliding down from his mouth. It wasn’t till now that you noticed your dual painted nails, painted to matched his, were still wrapped around the boy neck.