Chapter I : Unwanted

Chapter I : Unwanted

Yandere! Poly! King's Maker x Transmigrated!chubby! reader

Warning: poly, pedophilia , forced marriage, forced affection, murder , death , transmigration, mention of physical and mental abuse

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You were brought to the palace from your broken remnant of what you had called home. After knowing that you were the lost younger princess of the kingdom you saw every one in the kingdom happy that the "lost princess is found".

Claded in the finest of the silk you have ever seen in this or the past two lives you were not happy.You should've been happy if this all was in reality because they loved you.....You have been happy just like your previous life if you had not known that all this was only a veil to save the real daughter your half sister how was borned with the blessings of god's.

Which you knew was fake ....

You were not from this world but you never were able to remember from were you came you only saw the memories of your past life in your dreams in which you saw yourself reading a novel.And in that novel there was a pitiful character she was born by the maid of the imperial family the drunk Emperor to hide his sin threw the maid pregnant with his child out.

The daughter of the maid was blessed by the gods power .When the imperial family knew of this they brought the kid in and kept her in the dark showing her fake love and telling the public that the 1st princess the kids older half sister has awakened her powers.

They used the kids power till the end and found how to transfer the powers to the older one. After they succeed they showed her their true colour and when the child broke they threw her leaving her to die.You were that unfortunate kid in that novel now.

You were not knowing about anything in the first life here in this world.Oh how happy you were when you were dressed up in the past life so bubbly jumping like a rabbit so excited.... You still remember the pain you suffer from consumption of the medicine and chemicals used to help transfer your power for her..

The way you stood in her shadow when she was praised by the people for being an angel ....You tried to ask you no good father but you were always told that it's to keep you safe .You being you always nodded you never were suspicious of them till the day you died.

When to get took you out for the first time to hunting competition.When you were in the deep forest you were push towards the pack of wolfs.you thought to use your powers but then only you realised the truth ....

The potions they used on you saying it to replanish your energy were not for your energy but to transfer your powers to her. They were not happy even with that... When you somehow returned they threw you in the dungeon saying you were a dark witch who tried to stole the kingdom's only princess's power.

You were ordered to be executed..

A night before the execution when you were given poison by your brother the crown Prince to die.You remembered the pain you felt your body burning you head pounding.You were crying and sobbing praying no... Literally begging the gods to show mercy.. to save you.

To give you back your power , that what wrong have you done to suffer this all??

Which prayer for god's have you faked??

And with that you lost you conciousness feeling a pair of arms encircling around you.When you opened your eyes you saw it was the day you were brought to the imperial palace .

You were a little shocked because it seemed like noone in the imperial family had found about your powers.Now you were sitting in your room clad in silk going to be presented to the king your father.

When you were called in the throne room you looked at the king ( as you don't want to call someone like him father) waiting for you.He looked you and you looked at him and bowed to him saying

"No need of the honorific I'm your father." He told you.

"As you know that we surrendered to the neighbouring Kingdom,the king had asked for princess as a reward. "

"As you know you older sister is born sickly and can die , it is your duty to do your part as a responsible younger sister."

"So we are sending you as gift in her place."

Then you heard what Isabelle said while smirking.

"Don't worry little sister , I have heard he is a quite noble man and is very generous."

"If he liked you you can become his queen or even nth mistress."

This never happened in the last life..

So you were confused but yes you had heard before your death that the king of Goldenleonard was not a good person as he had sexual relationship with children who were younger than you.

Your body shivered at the thought.

These people are truly evil , they brought you just to send you to a place worse than hell?? But you can't say anything because if you will stay here they will somehow know about you powers.It may be safer for you to agree and go to the neighbouring Kingdom.

Because as far as you have heard the king of Goldenleonard was intrested in male child not female. And more over you were past the age he like to have sexual relationship with. The you asked the king ( your father) to be excused as you need to pack to depart.

But you where even more disgusted when the your father told you that the things are already packed and you are going to depart in the evening.

The king told you to rest as its going to be a long day for you tomorrow.You got back in your room and were trying not to cry .

Why ?? Why have you ever been borned??

Just to suffer??

You then thought about your power.

Are your power still with you?? Or you are just useless??

You picked up the tea cup in your room and crushed it with your hand with which you were holding it. It broke with the tiny ceremic pieces breaking through your skin causing you to bleed.

You then let the broken pieces fall on the ground .You put your other uninjured hand on the injured one and chanted healing spells.You opened your eyes watching your hand getting healed.

Your powers were with you .

You sighed, you will survive in this life .

You will do anything to live a nice life this time.

Even if it means that you had to kill the pedophile king or your father. Or even if it means killing the whole empire.

Suddenly the door to your room brust open and an older maid came running inside the room. You remembered her she wa the nanny of the older princess.

She tormented you in last life.She got to you and started nagging .

"What have you done you filthy rat??"

"Do you know how much the cup costs??"

You knew she liked when you begged her to forgive you and not to tell father and she was right now waiting for you to beg . But when you slapped her she was stunned. You looked into her eyes and said .

" You mean that a cup is more important than life of a royal family member??"

"Very bold of you to disrespect a princess when you are under me."

"You are just an illigitimate child that the king is going to throw anyway..."

*Oh really !!???"

"because if something happens to me then the older sister be the one who will be sent instead of me..."

"Are you still saying that cup is important than my life??"

"Just think if father will know that I got hurt because you; who was incharge of my caretaking was not careful or ..."

"That you disrespected me.."

"You will be hanged to death."

"Now if you love your life then clean the floor and get out of here."

Your eyes shining golden.

She looked at you as if she never thought something like this can happen.

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Seventeen

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: We’re going to america!!

WC: 2.5k

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The situation in the dorm right now was worrying. The staff had just dropped off their seven suitcases so they could be filled up with clothes and whatever else Bangtan planned on bringing with them on a trip. 

Now, it wasn’t completely their fault, the fact they were packing in such short notice. Alongside the suitcases, the staff also brought bags and bags of the newest Louis Vuitton collection for them to choose; from clothes, to shoes, to bags. All for them to wear during the trip, as their new ambassadors. 

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Yandere! Townspeople Harem x Lucky Reader

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

A/N: I have no clue what I was on when I wrote this 💀. This is also inspired by a Reddit post I saw long time ago.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who are absolutely enamored by you and everything that you do. They treat you as if you are some kind of entity waiting to be put on a golden pedestal and paraded around town. You are essentially the town’s golden boy/girl/person, a mascot if you can even call it that. In their eyes everything that you do is inspiring and encouraged. It also doesn’t help that you were born with this amazing power that causes you to become extremely lucky. No matter the deed, every action was thrust into the spotlight as if it were a gracious gesture for the community's well-being. Take, for instance, if you ever fatally shot someone the townsfolk would erupt in applause, discovering the individual to be a notorious mass murderer and your action saved the town.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who can’t help but gush over every miniscule achievement that you got. You got a perfect attendance award? They wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Did you just get a participation trophy? Well they're cheering for you as if you just won the world cup. To say their actions are embarrassing is definitely an understatement. Everytime they cheer for you, you can’t help but die a little bit on the inside.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who absolutely cannot fathom the idea of you moving out of their town. They would much rather skin themselves alive and commit arson than to allow you to leave them. Everywhere you go, there will always be some form of eyes on you. There will always be some type of survance of you at any time of the day. Depending on the person, the townspeople's love for you can either be platonic or romantic. Basically half of the town wants to fuck your and the other half sees you as their beloved child or grandchild.

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople who may or may not be human. Like sure they might have the occasional human sacrifices but what town doesn’t!?!? This is totally normal behavior that people exhibit. What’s that? Did you just see a tentacle coming out from that woman over there? Nahhh. You must be imagining that! What a cute and overactive imagination you have there. In all seriousness, it would literally die for you. You're just a cutie patootie to them. Your small teeth are so cute compared to their razor sharp fangs. You know, you could really use that small mouth of yours and suck on their–

🌟 Yandere! Townspeople have a monthly ritual where they gather around to brag about all of the items that they stole from you. Never in your life will you see someone so happy to own a pair of used underwear that didn’t belong to them or some used pair of socks. If you looked up a textbook definition of “down bad” then a picture of the Yandere! Townspeople would be the first images to pop up. In your presence these people act as if they had never touched grass or seen the sun before. They all seem to have some type of mutual agreement that in your presence, they would try to act somewhat normal in order to not scare/scar you too much.

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From a young age, your luck was apparent. In school, while others struggled with exams, you breezed through them effortlessly, always managing to stumble upon the exact answers needed to excel. Teachers marveled at your natural knack for stumbling upon solutions, even in the most challenging of situations. As you grew older, the extraordinary luck only seemed to amplify. Job interviews turned into job offers within minutes, as if the universe conspired to ensure your success in every endeavor. Colleagues joked that working with you was like having a lucky charm around, as projects that seemed doomed to fail miraculously turned into resounding triumphs whenever you were involved. It might seem great and all BUT DAMN WAS THIS LIFE SO FUCKING BORING!!!! Which is why you decided to spice up your day a little and rob a bank.

“Oh hello [Reader]! Is this going to be the usual procedure?” The bank teller asks you with a smile on their face as you hold a gun to their face. “You know… the weather is perfectly nice today. It would be a perfect day for a date don’t you think–”

Suddenly a thunderous crash was heard, the police burst through the bank doors, their badges glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. Guns drawn and voices booming commands, they swept into the lobby, faces masked with determination. Until the police chief sees you and lets out a tired sigh, “Guns down everyone, it’s just [Reader].” A faint sound of disappointed groans can be heard from the crowd of bank patrons from the back. “Why are the police here so soon, I didn’t get enough time to admire their pretty face.” another voice could be heard, “For real, their never this fast in an actual emergency. I mean they only just shot and killed one person, it's really nothing to worry about like who cares–”

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“You are free to go [Reader], again.” the police officer states as she releases you from your handcuffs. “Turns out the man that you shot ended up being a drug dealer. You really have a special talent for catching criminals don’t you. She states as she gazes at you with loving eyes. “You know I’m free after this shift, you think we can–”

Before she can finish her sentence you walk away with a dejected look on your face. You couldn’t believe how boring a day this turned out to be. Seriously, you wished that something exciting would happen in this town for once you think to yourself. Failing to notice a scene behind you. One that consisted of a bunch of monsters eating the souls of the innocent while on their knees for a statue that seemed to look like you. They all seem to be gripping onto something though– HEY, WAIT A MINUTE ARE THEY HOLDING YOUR UNDERWEAR!?!!?

omg office!au with the quote "are you crying?" for the drabble game please <3

“Hey Taehyung, do you know any job where I can get instant money?”

“You can work at my place. There’s a vacant position.” Your boss says without hesitation and your eyes are quick to light up, hope blooming in your chest because you never meant to actually get an answer out of him. You only asked that question because you were feeling a bit bored of the paperwork in your hands.

“Wait really? I’m in! What position is it?” You’re quick to jump at the opportunity.

“My wife,” Taehyung says with a smirk and your smile falls from your face, replaced with a deadpanned expression.

“No.”

“No takebacks,” he points his pen at you with a playful expression resting on his face, “you already said you were in.”

“I’ll have to decline your proposal, sir.”

“You can’t just do that.”

“I just did.”

Dramatically, Taehyung, a grown-ass man, begins to pout as he shoves his face into the palms of his hands, sniffling just as the door to his office opens. “Another day, another rejection.”

“Are you crying?” Jimin asks as he walks into the room with Yoongi tolling along.

“He’s fine, he’s just being dramatic,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“I’m dramatic?” Taehyung gasps offendedly as he jumps back up, his pen leveled at you once more. “This is the tenth time you’ve rejected my proposal, wouldn’t that hurt anyone? You actually don’t really care for me do you, gorgeous?”

“We just started dating,” you stress.

“And? Don’t people date in order to get married? What’s wrong with flying past a few steps when you’re deeply in love?”

“You’re deeply in love with me? Already?”

He stands from his chair, approaching you and while you take a step back to back away from him, Taehyung doesn’t let you. The other two simply watch on without interference, amused by this. “We finally found our missing piece, Y/N, do you really think I’d want to waste months and years just to get a yes out of you?”

“We spend all those time in order to get to know each other better, and by then maybe you’d be more confident you actually want to marry me and pull me into your mix.”

He pouts. “Why would I wanna wait to do that when I already know I want you in my life forever?”

“You’re being clingy.”

“Oh yeah?” Taehyung challenges with a raised brow as he leans in closer, nose bumping against the softness of your cheek. “I think you actually enjoy this part of me.”

You don’t answer him and instead look towards the other, a silent cry for help on your expression with your neck stretching away from the koala bear holding onto you. Yoongi snickers and you frown.

“You just love seeing me suffer, don’t you?”

“Come on babygirl,” Yoongi chuckles as he walks forward to where the two of you are, “like Taehyung said, I think you’re actually enjoying this.”

“I mean come on, getting a position as our wife?” Jimin chimes in, playing along with the fantasy Taehyung has created. “That’s easy money and we know you love easy money.”

Just how do they see you?

“Maybe in a few years, yeah?” You turn back to Taehyung, knowing the other two aren’t willing to help you at all. He’s still clinging to you securely, refusing to let go anytime soon. “In three years’ time, if we don’t break up by then and if we’re all still deeply in love with each other, you can ask again and I’ll say yes.”

He gasps and like an excited puppy, you can almost imagine the tip of his ears perking up and his tail wagging rapidly behind him. “Really?! You promise?!”

“Yeah, yeah..”

“You promised!” He picks you off the floor without a second thought, causing you to let out a small little yelp at the sudden action. “You promised, Y/N, you can’t take it back now!”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Now put me down, will you?”

This time he listens easily but doesn’t let you go before placing a long-lasting kiss on your cheek just for good measure.

Jimin can’t wait to relay the news to the others.

would you still love me if i was a

[bavis gavis voice] happy post-white day you sick Fucks.

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, crack treated seriously, inspired by fulgur’s white day stream, maybe canon compliant?

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It takes Fulgur some time to weigh the question after you repeat it again. Even so, it’s less of the sweet thoughtfulness you were hoping for and more just trying to wrap his head around it.

He’s so confused that not only does he look away from his computer screen, but he pivots his chair around entirely to face you. “…A worm.”

“Yeah.”

"Like a pest? Or a vermin."

"If you wanna call them that, sure."

“Why would you turn into a worm?”

“I dunno, maybe I’m secretly Gregor Samsa?”

“What does Kafka have to do with anything?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You spend a lot of time thinking about things that don’t matter.”

“Hey, it does too matter.”

“Kafkaism is fiction that reflects the surrealism of reality. We’re not fictional.”

“Cap.”

“What do you mean, cap, I’m a real— oh, never mind.” He pinches his nose again, and this time you must’ve gotten under his skin, because he even lifts his glasses up to rest on his head as he looks at you. “Why are you asking me about worms?”

“No context allowed! I’m suddenly a worm. Would you still love me, yes or no?”

“Why would I have to answer? You’re not turning into a worm.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Wh—“ Fulgur stares at you. “Yes, I do?! I live with you!”

You look off to the side and smirk. “Heh. You don’t even know about my double-life as a decomposer.”

“The only decomposing you do is when you lay in bed for three hours on your phone.”

“Fuu! Answer now!”

“No comment!”

“You are so unromantic!”

“You’re just now realizing this?!”

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This is ironic.

Delightfully so.

Not exactly as you imagined, however. Rather than a worm, right in front of you is…

“Please don’t make this any worse than it is, Reader.”

A small seahorse, prostrated on the ground and somehow capable of breathing despite being very much above air. The gray ponytail and stubble around his snout was jarring, but there’s no mistaking the lifeline of red around his eye.

You let out the fourth-loudest laugh of your life, effectively wrecking Fulgur’s request before you even accepted it.

You cackle for some time until your side hurts and you tear up. Seahorse Fulgur levitates up to eye-level (somehow??) as you wipe your watery eyes. “Are you still mad…?”

“Mad?" You ask. "Why would I be mad?”

He hesitates. “The worm thing?”

It takes you a moment to remember the conversation you had almost exactly a week ago. You haven’t forgotten it nor how amused you were during it, but who’s to say the feeling was mutual?

Your lips press together. Did you misread the situation? “No, I wasn’t mad at all. It’s a silly question with silly answers.”

“Oh.” Fulgur sounds almost as small as his seahorse body, just the right size to cup your hands around him. Your fingers serve as a headrest. "Well, now I feel silly, too."

"It's okay, I don't mind. It was funny watching you get confused even if I didn't get an answer." You pat him on the head with a finger. "I'd still love you even if you were a seahorse, though."

Fulgur shuts his eyes. "You're making fun of me."

"A little."

"Would you let up if I answered the worm thing?"

"Maaaaybe." You pat him on the head again. "It doesn't matter now, we just need to find Legatus."

"Well, I would," Fulgur admits.

"Pardon?"

"Even if you're a worm," the seahorse says. He lays flat along your palm, yet his tail stretches out, wrapping around the edge of your thumb. Can seahorses blush?

You'd like to put that question to the test. "Full sentences, please, Fuu."

"I'd love you even if you were a worm," Fulgur says, and even with a snout and two beady eyes, you can just hear the way he presses his lips together and averts his gaze, dedicated to whenever he says it and all the courage he has to muster to be honest.

If he knew how he had you wrapped around his finger when he gets this shy he'd never let you hear the end of it, and still never be able to abuse that privilege. He's true to himself, even if it's at the expense of his pride.

So the urge to tease passes. Instead, you lift your hand up to your lips, press a kiss onto your fingers, and poke him gently on the side of his face. "Let's get you fixed up, Fuu."

"Please." His tail tightens around your thumb. "I'm afraid if we wait any longer I might give birth."

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[Slasher Reader loses victim Yan in the woods]

Slasher Reader: Damn it...You always make me do this.... [Lifts up their mask slightly] Put your head on my shoulder~

[Nearby] "Hold me in your arms~... Shit"

[Slasher Reader, pulls their mask back down]

Victim Yan, leaping from the bushes: Oh fuck, oh fuck-

Slasher Reader: Squeeze me oh-so tight~ Wouldn't what you'd like me to do to you, sweetheart?

Victim Yan: Yes!-wait- No! Fuckfuckfuck - Why do you have to have the voice of an angel?!