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The size difference, is very hot
Bloody Red Roses
Yandere!Evil King x GN!Reader
CW: kidnapping, weirdo behavior, pretty mellow for now
👑 It was known throughout the land that King Alistair of the Obsidian Kingdom was a terrifying and cruel ruler. His heart held no mercy for those who opposed him.
👑 His dark magic was one to be feared, many know better than to ever go against him and his undead soldiers.
👑 Recently, he’s set his sights on your kingdom. He was planning on overthrowing a few lands and expanding his territory, and with your kingdom’s promising resources and location, he saw it as the perfect prize.
👑 But he isn’t a war mongering psychopath who declares war right then and there, no no he’s much more sophisticated than that, he’s going to kidnap the princess instead!
👑 He needed a bride anyway, so for him it’s a win/win!
👑 “Sir! We got her! We got the princess!” The door opening and the rattling of bones got Alistair’s attention. He sent a few of his skeleton soldiers to capture the princess whilst on a carriage ride through the borders of his territory.
👑 There were many guards protecting the area, but their weapons were no match for enemies who couldn’t die, and with a little bit of sleeping potion, carrying the princess away will be easy as pie.
👑 “Excellent~ and you brought her to my chambers like I told you correct?”
👑 They nod and scamper alongside the king to meet the princess
👑 “Oh princess~ are you awake ye- !!” His eyes widen and he cuts himself off. The person unconscious and tied up in his bed was indeed a royal, but the princess they were not.
👑 “What. Is. This?” He growls, the soldier’s bones rattle in fear
👑 “W-well you sai-“ “Does this look like a princess to you?! How am I going to take over their stupid kingdom if don’t have a bride!?” He scowls angrily.
👑 He hears you tossing and turning in your sleep, you let out a soft little squeak as you reposition yourself to be hugging one of his pillows.
👑 “…”
👑 “Uhm…your highness..?”
👑 “Leave. I’m done with your stupidity..I’ll deal with them myself..”
👑 The soldiers waste no time running off to who knows where as Alistair looks at you with cold eyes.
👑 “Hm…”
👑 He takes a seat by the bed, watching you as he figures out what to do with you.
👑 He’s trying to figure out a strategy, but he keeps getting distracted by your form. You looked so small and delicate, maybe he could…no that’s stupid he could never..could he?
👑 His thoughts plague him a awhile longer until he notices you waking up.
👑 Your muscles are weak, your head feels like it’s spinning, and it takes a bit for you to get back to your senses and realize what happened.
👑 You jolt awake, remember of the attack and almost scream at the sight of Alistair, but he was quick to covers your mouth and try to ease your panic. It took a while, but he managed to get you to stop fussing so he could take off your binds.
👑 “Apologies for this little..incident, I was supposed to take your sister..but now that you know my plan for your little kingdom, I have no choice but to keep you here. Perhaps I don’t need a princess to marry after all, I could just use you as ransom..” he chuckles.
👑 He sees the tea in your cup rippling in your shakes hold and scoffs, bringing his hand to hold your wrist to still your trembling “Oh don’t be so scared now, I don’t bite..”
👑 It was just supposed to be a means to make you stop shaking, but your skin…your big pitiful eyes staring up at him..he didn’t want to let go.
👑 So he kept you, for ransom of course, not for anything else..
👑 With you at his disposal, he started preparing negotiations with your kingdom to see what they’ll do to get you back.
👑 But in the mean time, he had to deal with you somehow..
👑 He settled on just letting you wander around the castle (with supervision of course)
👑 But then he starts to wonder what you do everyday, what did you even like to do? If you were staying with him, he might as well talk with you for the time being.
👑 It started off sort of awkward, he spotted you by the garden feeding some birds with two soldiers watching you. He approached and waved at the soldiers to leave them alone together. You thought you were in trouble but to your surprise, he just asked you how you were doing..
👑 “I uhm..heard you like going out here everyday..I figured I’d join you…Don’t take it the wrong way, I just had some..free time..that’s all..”
👑 The whole interaction was unusual. It wasn’t like him to be so casual and calm with someone, especially a royal of another kingdom.
👑 He enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he talks about his role as the dark king of the Obsidian Kingdom. Your nervous but polite smile masks your mortification of him, but it’s adorable to him nonetheless
👑 “What? A scared of the big bad king? How cute.”
👑 Your little talks slowly became frequent, for the king, it even became something he couldn’t help but do. What can he say? He was so used to your presence it seemed wrong to not talk to you at least once..plus he had to check to see if you weren’t planning an escape so..
👑 “Where have you been my little rose? I haven’t seen you all day.”
👑 His interest in your interactions turned to fondness the more he picked up on your cute little quirks. He takes note of the things you find funny or interesting, he brings them up in order to see that adorable little smile of yours, and that giggle, oh god that giggle…
👑 He denies it so much at first, but slowly starts to accept the fact that he wants- no, needs you with him
👑 Soon he started to want your presence even more, offering to eat meals alongside you instead of eating whenever he’s schedule allowed it, he started eating scheduled meals for you <3 we love self care guys
👑 “Of course I’m eating with you tonight. After all we never got to finish our conversation.”
👑 He loves watching you, even when simply eating or any mundane thing, you will more often than not catch him staring at you. You’re just so cute and soft! Definitely not like the snobby and overly stiff men and women he’s seen.
👑 He couldn’t have you trying to escape so what better plan than to keep you by his side 24/7? Then you’ll never be out of his sight!
👑 “What’s so wrong with letting you tag along my dear? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with me.”
👑 And what if you try and sneak out from your chambers? Clearly you need to be moved to his chambers, that way he can make sure you’re behaving.
👑 Oh and of course in case you get lost, he made you a cute collar with the royal insignia on it! Isn’t it pretty? He used your favorite colors and everything!
👑 Of course he needs to fulfill his kingly duties. But how can he leave you alone for that long? No worries, you can sit right on his lap! That way you won’t have to stand for a long time and hurt your feet.
👑 And those clothes? So simple and out of style, perhaps you should wear something more fitting to his kingdom’s styles? Like a cute outfit with lace and ruffles! You look so delicate and graceful in it! He can’t help but buy you lots more outfits like that! Tis only fair for a person of your status.
👑 “How about this one? It compliments your form…what do you mean it looks too cutesy? I think it looks perfect for you.”
👑 he’s the type to not do much physical affection, but dear god does he crave both giving and receiving it. Give him a kiss or a caress of his cheek and he struggles to keep his composure and not melt to your touch
👑 Simply put, he might not seem like it (at least he thinks he does) but he can’t live without you. He couldn’t fathom the fact he was planning on trading you for a kingdom, you’re way more valuable than some puny kingdom!
👑 He even considers his original plan, you wouldn’t mind right? Besides, he bets you look absolutely exquisite in a little wedding dress~! Even if you don’t want a dress, an elegant suit would perfect on you~!
👑 “Where do you think you’re going my rose?”
It’s finally here guys ✨✨✨ I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy with school and genshin. Anyway we got em in the end! Thank you for being so patient guys !! qwq
I just read Jerry and Hedwig reacting to us bleeding on the sheets what about the guys👀 specifically silas (cause my daddy issues run wild for him)😩
Silas, Dr Kry & King Edmund drabbles: bleeding through at a "sleepover" (or in their house)
The girls reaction male!yanderes (mob boss, doctor & king) x fem!reader Warnings?: sexual indication, disgusted by blood, yandere
Silas:
You're on a mission with him, staying in a house belonging to the second in command. Being the boss’s little darling has its benefits — especially in these situations. If you hadn't been his, chances are that you would get killed for ruining someone's sheets.
"Silas", you whisper while shaking him carefully. "Please, wake up. Oh, God, please wake up ..."
He grunts and opens his dark eyes, looking around confusedly before fixating his eyes on you. He freezes.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asks raspily and grabs your arm.
"I bled through ...", you whisper weakly, body full pf panic. "I didn't know, I wasn't supposed to start now!"
Silas removes the cover to look at the stain. He doesn't say anything as he removes them all before picking up his phone to call one of his most trustworthy men.
"Don't worry about it, baby", he says tiredly. "I'll fix this."
"Will your second in command get mad?" you ask hesitantly.
"He won't. He knows better." Silas holds the phone to his ear. "I need you to bring me new sheets and to send someone to buy whatever Y/N tells you to get. Here Y/N."
He gives you the phone. You tell the man on the other side what you need. He replies politely, knowing better than to talk informally to you. Silas stands by, watching carefully and rubbing your back.
As soon as you get what you need, you get out of your bottom clothes and change. Silas sits down in bed with you in his lap. He brings his legs up to trap you in his embrace. His rough hands sneak under your shirt to massage your aching stomach.
"You know ...", he whispers in your ear, hand traveling lower. "Exercise helps with cramps ... I know something that is a great form of exercise. Want me to show you?"
You grab his hand, moving it back to your stomach.
"Come on", he smirks against your jaw. "You'd like it."
"I'll kick your nuts if you continue talking", you warn him.
Silas chuckles and pulls the blankets higher, kissing your forehead.
"Women and their temperament", he grins and softens his face. "Guess I have to wait then. Why don't you try going to sleep, little thing? It's late."
"Are you sure your second in command won't be mad?" you ask carefully.
"If he even dares to snarl at you, I'll stain his sheets with his blood instead." Silas kisses your lips with a reassuring smile. "You have nothing to be worried about, little thing, I've always got your back."
Dr Kry:
He has installed a baby monitor, just a week prior, to being able to supervise you 24/7. He wakes up by hearing shuffling from the machine and takes a look to see you grabbing all of your sheets in your arms. Dr Kry frowns. Are you going to sleep on the floor again? You have such weird ideas to entertain yourself. But the look of sheer guilt and horror paints your face, knocking those thoughts out of his head. Dr Kry hurries to grab his silk robe and hurry up to your room.
You're currently washing them in the bathtub. You freeze when you hear him unlock the door and enter the room.
"Where are you?" he asks.
"Here", you reply quietly, watching how he enters the bathroom.
Dr Kry crouches down beside you on the floor, putting his hand on your shoulder. He glances between the sheets and your face.
"What happened?" he asks.
"I-I bled through", you say. "I'm so sorry, doctor, I will fix it-"
"No, you're not." Dr Kry grabs your arm and pulls you up in your feet. "I'll fix it. You're not well, you shouldn't do this."
You feel bad. Dr Kry works long shifts and during his only rest, you've forced him up to clean up the mess you've caused.
"Y/N, it's fine", the doctor reassures you and walks over to give you a short hug. "Things like this happens. You should look at it from another angle — you can be pregnant. You're fertile. Alright? That's a good thing. A very good thing."
He's secretly glad that his poisoning hasn't affected your reproduction organs. You need them. He wants you to have them. Dr Kry wants nothing more than to have children with you.
"Let's stop crying and realize that this isn't a big thing, okay?" he says and wipes your tears. "You don't have to be ashamed. I've watched much, much worse things."
"Like what?" you ask quietly.
Dr Kry smiles teasingly. "I've seen people spill urine samples on themselves, have had people using the rear temperature stick for a patients mouth, and whatnot. This is nothing. It's natural, nothing to be ashamed of."
You try not to smile. "Did someone really use the wrong temperature stick?"
Dr Kry grins and nods, happy to see you a bit calmer.
"Let's get you some painkillers now so you can go rest", he says and puts his hand on your back to guide you. "I'll change the sheets, and you can just sit by, okay? Everything you need is in the bathroom."
He sits with you until the cramps stop, and decide to stay in the room with you while you sleep, just in case you would wake up again. He smiles slightly for himself. The poisioned air hasn't ruined your chances of ferility, he couldn't be more greateful.
King Edmund
You're terrified of telling him. Edmund is the type to believe that you can hold it in. With absolutely zero knowledge about females, risk is that he will get mad at you for ruining his expensive sheets instead of understanding. You know that he buys them from special places. One of a kind.
Edmund has never been taught how women work, it has been taboo and unnecessary for him, as a king, to learn. The only thing he knows is that a woman bleeds once a month, and that is it. Nothing more. He doesn't know how it works or why it happens.
But you can't stop the maid from telling him. He comes walking from his office with a deep frown on his face. You're dead. Before sending the maids out, he walks over to the bed and inspects the damage. When the girls are gone and the door is closed, he turns to you.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.
"I thought that you would get mad", you admit quietly. "It's your expensive sheets ..."
"And you think that it'll help the situation by sending one of the maids to tell me, instead of telling me yourself?"
"I didn't send her. I didn't want you to know ... at all."
"Why?"
"I told you ... I was scared that you'd get mad. You'd have told me to keep it in."
He groans, hiding his face in his hands. "For fucks sake, Y/N!" He removes his hands. "Why in the living Hell would I care more about about a pair of sheets rather than my own wife?"
You don't answer. Edmund walks over and grabs your shoulders before pulling you into a hug.
"You underestimate me, my jewel", he mutters and kisses your temple. "Now, go take a bath."
He tells a maid to fill the tub with scalding hot water to soothe your cramps and tells another maid to change the sheets.
"Burn the sheets and the night gown", he tells the maid. "I don't want anyone unworthy to see my queen's blood, got it?"
And the maid nods quickly before running off.
While you sit in the steaming tub, Edmund sits on the floor beside it, keeping you company. He should be doing work, but instead he's here, with you.
"I'm sorry about your sheets", you sigh and lean against the tub. "I know that they're expensive."
"Shut up about those fucking sheets now", Edmund groans and caresses your cheek. "I have enough to buy a hundred more sheets. I could buy the entire world, if I wanted to. A few sheets are nothing for me."
He leans over to kiss your wet forehead.
"Are you disgusted?" you ask carefully.
"A bit ... but not as much as I thought I'd be", Edmund replies with a grimace. "I'm more concerned about you, to be honest. Seeing you bleed, in any way, makes my heart sink in a disgusting way. I'm just angry I don't have anyone to blame for your pain."
You try to joke. "Blame my parents for making me a girl."
But he looks deadly serious. "No, never. They made you ... my wife and queen. I could never blame them for giving you this pain." He sighs and taking your hand. "If there is anything i can do to take the pain away, tell me. Teach me."
"Well, you actually had this right, the warm water. It helps."
"Anything else?"
"Sugar. Just for the hormones."
Edmund nods, thinking. He shouts for a maid to tell the kitchen staff to make cakes. He then turns back to you and smiles proudly. Maybe he isn't as bad as you thought?
Worth of a terror
Female reader
Warnings : Murder. Deaths. Attempt of sexual assaults.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒
Married to the man one loves is magical even fairytale however if the man turns out to be a obsessed King is it really alright ? Or it is because there's much more truth in it.
Words spread ear to ear to nation to another nations of how in the country of Imperia the ruler is obsessed with his wife, the most wisest woman to be known (Y/N).
It is said that at the first sight princess (Y/N) of neighboring kingdom of Tharagon saw the soon to be King one day and fell fast and hard. Deciding he will be the one to hold her hand and lift her white veil of marriage so she begged her father who succumbed to his daughter's wishes arranged an meeting between the pair, a pair brought by the deities themselves because the moment the prince saw once glimpse of her visages cerulean pupils transform into heart and boldly bowed his knee to have her hand for eternal, soon the vows of love were exchange as well as the bloodshed didn't remain in the battlefield rather inside the walls of royalty too after the love climb into of akin madness, obsession and desire because the prince wore the crown and sat at the throne of his country ruled with benevolent smile yet iron fist for those who glance little to his wife. The fairytale love story commoners love begin to sour a lesson of the reasons why not to marry elites.
The new maid of the castle heard the passing whispers, tales and rumors time to time, none escaped her even when in front it's spoken loudly at all times the moment the royals are out sight by blue ribbon maids yet she notice one bit of how no golden ribbon maids gossip at all rather their lips are seal with sectary oh— golden maid are known for the private maids who serve the royals directly and handle their schedule and the reason of their name is for the noticeable difference between the hair bow color, the colors are important in the castle to identify one's position and the golden are the supreme and the new maids are the whites— oddly to define their purity and naïvity too, one older female maid with blue ribbon commented. Blue applys for the upper level after blooming their training.
In passing few times of sewing clothes and watering gardens did she caught glances of the wise queen she come to admire even respect deeply after an occurrence she would to this day have shivers in her spine. At dinner she was hosted to be one of the many maids to serve the royalty and when she went to gracefully fill the red wine like blood to the queen's glass god forbid again her weight on her hand slipped pouring few drops on the luxurious white dress. Paled her face was and fast her heart with darting eyes to the furious king who stood from his seat, marching to his wife with burning her though his glare to (Y/N) who rather of getting mad, yelling harshly and posing punishment worse, a laugh fell out of her rudy hue lips.
"Fear not. We are all prone to error, and from those mistakes, we shall glean valuable wisdom. Be at peace". Smiling ear to ear, her fingers touch the maid's white ribbon and gifted another comforting pat before wrapping a hand around her dear husband. Calming the beast that threat to spill out the maid could see and tremble her heart out.
"Compose yourself, my dear husband. Do not let your passions get the better of you, lest you succumb to apoplexy. She is but a mere child, prone to errors and innocent of malice." Wittly (Y/N) spin her wrist around for the servant to whisk away and she did excusing the pair where from the closed doors she could hear the muffled passionate kisses. Tips of ear burned when body flinched meeting the royal knight's gaze who stood blending in the shadows, he is known to be the queen's shining armor and the man the King failed to assassinate multiple times due to his skill experience and queen's help. The reason behind murdering the man is of jealous of course, no man alive should be closer to her heart then the king himself. What a hassel the maid believes running out ever grateful for the madam's kindness.
That at any command or meeting upon sights of queen never does she forget to get on both knees for the kind woman deserve all respect and it only increase when she was appointed from white ribbon to blue— one step closer to see more of her elder sister figure, every dress the queen wore becomes the maid's favorite too, never forgets to sing songs of praises with other blue ribbon maids who too tune to her child like nature unlike the golden ones whom seems to be as tight lips she recalls. Never forgets to mask a smell of expression nor word like perfect dolls they work with sealed lips.
Also there is another person who comes to see the queen more is the ruler and as the rumors believes he is a very much touchful person, never his hands left her body whether in public or behind closed doors as he boldly even kisses her startling the poor maid's heart yet a beyond level of understanding is come from her when each time the queen smile into the kiss and any touch and attention, never shy away however also not returning the same enthusiasm making pity stem in the maid's heart seeing the queen being a beauty to the beast for him to be a proper prince in this case the king.
"The royal family of neighboring kingdom is coming to Imperia nation". Is a pure chaos, the notice was late and the servants were barely able to match the rhythm of orders properly unlike each time. The dinner, the decoration everything expected to be perfect. Not a single mishap panicking the attendants even more.
Thankfully it was arrange hasty and beautifully. "Perfect". The queen utter, her chest swell in pride when her husband entered with all the servants bowing with their eyes on the floor. His arms find on her body along lips on her bare skin of side nape.
"Perfect indeed". His eyes half lidded, only for his utter heavenly wife.
"Not me, my dearest. The castle". Mellow chuckle escape her lips. Meeting his eyes.
"Still the most beautiful I can see is you". Truly (Y/N) sometimes believes her love of life could had been better off as an poet than an king. As a hopeless romantic is sweet it's quite endangering she is afraid.
"Thank you, love". Gratitude fill her heart with butterflies in her stomach. Staring right at the infuriating reflection of herself in his eyes just like the first time is nostalgic.
"Your Majesties, the carriages are few feets away". The royal adviser reminded the pair and intruded their session.
"Indeed I know". Frown brows cast his face, marred with annoyance the queen finds endearing. Her finger pads gently ease the wrinkled skin and brows even pressing as gentle as feather a kiss. Stealing his breath and heart altogether.
"It's alright, love. Better for the kingdom". Smile wide so much it crinkles her corners of eyes. "The more the merrier isn't it ?" She jested pulling a smile out of the stoic man, feared even.
"However, my queen, you are well aware that the neighboring kingdom is not particularly indispensable to our affairs?" King Vincent uttered, caressing strands of her hair.
"I do". Press a hand on his shoulder she left to prepare for their welcoming and it was easy would be a blunt lie by the palpable tension is visible to any naked eye.
The neighboring king is not what a proper nobleman should be behaving more like a scoundrel with Queen (Y/N), kissing her hand more than needed, staring more than appropriate and not shy away to brush touches and the servants quiver from the dreadful consequences of such actions because each could see the twitch in the king's eyes and the beast hidden too well inside those smile.
And the tension only stretched more at the supper when the daughter of the neighboring king urged to be sit next to King Vincent wantonly seduce the married man by brushing skins and serving dishes. Such a wretched and filthy woman the maid curse freely in her mind. How dare his daughter without blinking an eye snatch the husband of the woman her father is so desperately steal virtue of ? Such women are shame to be grown out from mother's womb the maid thought, glancing in awe how no hint of outbust is seen from (Y/N), she even tender with the maiden she doesn't deserve to get all while handling the aged man's greedy hands.
Truly a woman worth to love and respect and the maid is out of words to describe. Gratefully the supper came to an end and the pair of King and his daughter went to spend their night in their castle for tomorrow's farewell.
The moon hanged exquisitely among the stars covet by the darkness the maid stare from her window when a sudden thirst come to her. Sitting up in her bed her fingers went to the jar only to feel lighter—empty she realize. Groaning she held a lamplight in one hand and went to wonder for the kitchen, her steps precise and careful to reach the lengthy walls to the kitchen and at last drench the thrist she wake from her slumber.
Chop ! Her nerves freeze. Chop ! Blood drain from her veins. CHOP ! Shudder her body to the core. The sounds are clearly of slicing something— or someone. Despite the warnings in her brain advising to ran away her feet drag her to the creator of the noises, solely relying on the noises her eyes blind in darkness went near the open door with golden light peeking though. Prying eyes meet sorrow's sight. A saying she knows yet not heed.
Chop ! Her eyes flinch close before opening to peek and met a sight that shatter her entire faith, beliefs and trust.
Chop ! Because in front is the body of neighboring princess laying on the ground, her widen eyes stare directly to the maid's that lost the life in it, blood bled endlessly like spilled juices out from her cut— chopped parts. The sliver sword soaked in crimson color and smell drip little by little held by the culprit of her murder. Queen (Y/N) herself, the same woman who utters gentle words, sweet voice, pretty smiles. A beauty to her husband chop and dice and slice the parts of the woman like an carcass of pig. Droplets of blood scattered across her face, dress and hand.
Near is the neighboring king's body only sliced throat once. (Y/N) bore special hatred for the daughter to still torture her.
Footsteps towards the otherside sucked the maid's pulse, still her eyes watched as the owner revealed to be none other than King Vincent. A helpless sigh and defeated look carved out of him. "(Y/N), my losana what have you done this time ?"
"Oh, my love, I fear you are correct regarding their unnecessary pursuit of power to foster our nation's growth. Alas, I have taken drastic measures and eradicated the impurities." A feverish blush paint her majesty's face as she gaze at her husband. Grinning like a mischief goddess.
And without sparing glance her sword stab the daughter's detached head to stick before walking to Vincent. "You know I love you ? Hence I had to do this. She was a whore who should not live". Slight shiver hands cup his chin, connecting their foreheads. "You know you are mine and mine only ?"
"Indeed I do". Feebly lift his lips to smile and lean more. What could he do, she is a woman who loves fast and hard.
Suddenly her (E/C) eyes slide to the maid's direction who buried her head behind the wall with palm tight clasped on her lips even forbid breathing in fear of getting caught. Her chest up and fell and pupils changing. Because missed dots came connecting all round.
The real obsessed one was nd is not the king. It was the queen (Y/N) all along.
The missing and murders people were her fault, the queen kill them in rush of envy and jealous of rivalry. The rumors were reversed and the reason the golden ribbon servants seal their lips because they had been the ones cleaning the mess of her majesty, they were unspoken witness to the madness of her obsession not his.
She was always jealous thus the murder was commented. She was simply good at hiding, behind that naïve smile. Same one the maid was bestowed. No wonder the king is tamed.
Quickly hers feets disspeared to the darkness to her quarter to not be discovered and be beheaded or worse fate.
The next rise of sun came faster than she wanted and she had to do her duty with empty mind is difficult with too many mistakes. When she notice the lines of servants behind the queen is appearing. The images invaded her thoughts again, gripping her in fear. Her knees bowed on her own.
The smell of lavender suffocated her and the sight of the queen's grown came to view. She could feel her leaning closer, closer and closer until her lips were near her ear. "Remember to have water on your jar before the bed". She knows. She knows. She knows.
With that her heels turn to see her husband. A husband who should have been a poet not a leader as he was not a man of bloodshed. How twist of fate.
A strangled grasp left the maid's lips meeting the back of the queen and her close knight. She is truly a worth of a terror.
FIN
Notice : ⌜ I will soon focus and complete the lost series ⌟
Yandere King x gn reader
The meeting
Tw: implied noncon, age gap, king is an delulu
Btw English is not my native language so please keep that in mind
P. 1 ? (let me if I should write more of the king)
The crown sat heavy on your head , it was no easy feat to carry it even outside of your royal duties but your dear husband just loves to see you in it. And he didn’t made your collar match your crown for nothing, right?
So here you are sitting on your king size bed with your king or rather husband reading one of his favorite romance novels. Until he suddenly kisses you on the cheek and asks:
Do you remember when we meet …I see it clear as day my darling.
You remember it, just clearly not as fondly. It was on your first week in the castle, even though you came from a poor family you showed your ambition and determination to everyone in your village until you finally landed that one job interview in the castle. Your days were long and the work was hard but you pushed through sending the money you could spare to your family.
One day while gathering the old clothes from the royal chambers you got your first glance at the king. He was a strong man in his late thirties, you finally understood what everyone was going on about with him. He was clearly the most handsome man you have ever seen muscular, the right bit hairy and not quite as pale as the other royals.
Oh my god …
That moment he shuffled on his bed opening his hazel eyes to look into your (your eye colour) ones as you collected his clothes from the floor. You quickly looked away not realizing how is eyes were pinned on your body the whole time you nervously tried to do your work.
„Im sorry for disturbing you your majesty. It’s not going to happen again.“
You rushed out while trying to hide your embarrassment over the whole situation. At least you have something to tell your friends and family on your next visit to your village, you thought.
Oh, if only you knew at that time that family and friends were a thing of the past, Edward was already planning on courting you as his new queen. The man as heartless as he seemed was a romantic since his childhood loosing himself in the fairytales he loved so much. He always hoped to slay a dragon or climb a tower to prove his love, but instead he got handed the first princess his father could thought of.
But killing the queen in the your name would surely prove his love.
And Edward was not a man of empty promises.
Thanks for reading its one of my first works so please have mercy 🙏
Yandere husband headcanons
TW: yandere stuff, harassment, age gap, bad things I guess
💜Please keep in mind that English is not my native language💜
Yandere husband who is in his late twenties when he met you and falls head over heels for you
Yandere husband comes from a wealthy background working as a CEO in his fathers company, yep it’s not his money but he acts like it
Yandere husband is a complete nepo baby, he didn’t even work until he was 25 years old
Yandere husband who was extremely happy when he spotted you as a new intern at „his“ company
Yandere husband who always made remarks about you, wanting you at his department all the time
Yandere husband who forced you to sit on his lap while he works, saying that’s your new job
Yandere husband always saw how his father treated his mother, and thought badly of „poor“ people overall saying you need him and starting gaslighting you
Yandere husband who forced you to be his partner and showed you off to all his friends
Yandere husband who fires you from the company, forces your landlord to quit your contract and makes himself out to be your savior in your darkest times
Yandere husband who proposes to you after you moved in with him leaving you in a vulnerable situation
Yandere husband who makes your wedding the biggest event hes ever thrown
Yandere husband who loves belittling you infront of everyone, praising your looks and making fun of your intelligence
Yandere husband, who as much as he belittles you, does love you for your mind, soul and personality in the end (he had enough pretty people in the past who were only objects for him)
Yandere husband who doesn’t care for your age gap, he secretly enjoys being the older one
Yandere husband who doesn’t have a problem with giving you addicting drugs if it makes you submissive, as long as your health allows it
Yandere husband who always makes sure you look put together and pretty, no matter what your mental state is
Yandere husband who brings a child into the relationship either through babytrapping you or adoption
Yandere husband who wants you under him all the time in bed, being a dom in the relationship btw
Yandere husband who loves you more than anything and just wants his pretty, young and sweet darling save in his grasp
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Omg I need more yandere king 🤧🤧 Maybe about the king's typical day with darling? 💕 Take care of yourself <3
For sure my lovely anon! Hope you like it <3
Yandere Kings typical day
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Tw: yandere stuff, mostly soft stuff in this story
Please keep in mind that English is not my native language
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Yandere King wakes up rather early so he mostly lets you sleep in while he gets ready
Yandere King always wants to look his best for you so he dresses up and sometimes puts on a bit of makeup (I mean aristocrats have been doing that a lot back in the day)
Yandere King then wakes up his kids so they can all greet you in the morning (your stepchildren)
Yandere King loves cuddling with his family and is so happy that everyone is giving him love out if their free will :)
Yandere King then sits you on his lap during breakfast and feeds you, he lovds seeing your sleepy face up close
Yandere King hates the next part of his day since he has to be away from his beloved and has to actually work
Btw your chained to his bed while he is away with the only company being his 2 kids from a previous marriage, he really wants you three to get along so what can be better than locking you all up in a room for 8 hours a day? :)
Yandere King pushes through and gets back in the early evening, oh how lovely the chain around your leg looks
Yandere King then spends quality time with you and his children since he really wants to form a family together
Yandere King loves relaxed evenings with a good book and you in his lap (your always in his lap, he’s a bit into infantilizing I believe)
Yandere King would gently kiss you when the castle is quiet and pulls you into your shared bed
Yandere King would end his perfect day with a session of passionate love making while telling you how much he loves you (and already planning your first child together)
Yandere King falls asleep to the sound of your praises not caring that he forces you to say them
Yandere King would do anything for you, but he expects a bit of your love back
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Yandere Headcanon
Warnings: yandere, possesiveness, obsessiveness, violence, etc.
As only he returned to the kingdom from the dungeon his first wish was to see you.
When he saw you after the king’s murder, scared by the corpse of your dad, all his hopes of a serene life with you collapsed.
He didn’t lie to himself and didn’t think about you becoming his. During your imprisonment he could only dream of you laying next to him on a silk sheet and grabbing you, while you’re whispering words of love and breaking your voice because of screaming from pleasure.
After the conspirators poked his eye out and saw you getting out of there you felt pain and anger. Ohhh… his majesty "silliness" fell under the influence of those bastards, but if he show you how much better for his civilians the influence under the Empire is, you will change your mind.
His waving cloak, his voice full of anger and mad eyes scare the soldiers under his command.
People are afraid to even say your name when you mention it because he accuses people of treason and after a couple of hours the head of this poor man can be seen on the wall.
With each passing day, it is more difficult for Silas to wear the mask of a good ruler when he secretly meets his former disciple, she shrinks under his burning gaze when she stutters about you.
When he presents you with someone else, their dirty hands on you, those dirty eyes that dare to tarnish you just by looking at you, his blood will boil and his eyes cover with rage.
He wants you for himself, you all, your thoughts, body, soul, every breath you take. He only wants you to look at him and nobody, and no one could ever look at you again.
And the longer you run, the more he loses his patience, before he just thought it was a game, but he’s starting to realize that the further away you are from him, the more danger you’re in. If he doesn’t get you out of there, he’s gonna risk losing you, and he REALLY doesn't want that.
As soon as he manages to kidnap you, he will be there for you always and when I speak always, LITERALLY everywhere you go.
Since you were not in the best conditions you were exhausted, tired and all in the mud, but he looked at you as a treasure, though for him it is.
He hasn’t seen you for a long time so expect his hands to be on you almost all the time.
His greatest desire is to serve you even when he becomes king he sees himself at your feet. You are his master, he is your servant, command him, use him, he is all yours.
King!Yandere x GN!Reader
TW: non-con, death, victim blaming, patricide, nsfw, power dynamics, slight body worship
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The King’s lover.
A position coveted by fools that didn’t understand what it was they were asking for.
You sat, eyes lost as you stroked the royal head of your beloved king. He was a respected ruler, loved by noble and common folk alike for his infinite wisdom. He was a wise king. A kind king loved by his people for his overwhelming generosity. A king you were sure no one understood quite as well as you.
Your king had not always been your king.
He’d been a prince once, though you had always been his servant. Your father served as a butler, it was only natural that you’d follow in his footsteps, but the young prince had taken a liking to the servant and you were granted an illustrious position as the prince’s companion.
It was nice.
You got to wear casual clothes, clothes you preferred over the servant’s uniform. You were able to eat snacks that you’d only seen in passing through bakery windows. There was no point in asking your father to try it because sweets were a luxury you couldn’t afford. But the prince spoiled you with sweets.
It was more than nice.
You got to play instead of cleaning the giant rooms in the palace. You were allowed to lounge, lazily relaxing if the prince was to focus on his swordsmanship or studies, your only duties being to make sure that the prince made it to his appointments on time and you were good at that. Sure, the prince could act like a bit of a brat. He’d refuse to go to his lessons unless you promised to play with him after or personally prepared his bath or kissed him on the cheek. The prince always wanted his way, but that was only natural.
He was a prince.
The oldest son of the current king. Everyone would serve him in the future so it only made sense that he got whatever he wanted now. You were the prince’s companion. A fancy title given to a servant that was meant to make sure the prince’s every whim and desire was met.
You didn’t mind.
The prince was kind. He’d ask you to accompany him on trips to the garden, often claiming that he’d fill it with your favorite flower when he was king. You would laugh, shaking your head as you told him there was no need to do such a thing for a servant, but he was determined. He would do it. He would do anything for you.
The prince was caring. Giving so much of his attention to a servant when it was your job to serve him. He didn’t ask for much from you, only that you were in his presence most days. Sure, it was boring to sit and watch the prince during his lectures or watch him study, but anything was better than scrubbing floors and dusting vases and windows. His asking for your continued accompaniment meant that you could escape manual labor and you’d always be grateful for that.
But the prince got angry. He didn’t like it when you talked to your “other friends.” The only friend you needed was him. You were his companion. There was no need to talk to the other servants. Even if it was to get his meals, you could simply ask a maid to do it. If it meant you talking to the others, he would relieve you of that duty. You only needed to focus on being by his side and taking care of his needs. Other people didn’t matter.
The prince was stubborn. It was hard explaining why communication was a necessary part of your duties if you were going to continue to serve him. It was also obvious that your words went in one ear and out the other, the prince refusing to listen to anything you said. The conversation was over after he gave the order. He wouldn’t argue semantics.
He wouldn’t argue at all.
You didn’t expect the prince to be forceful. The prince on top of you was not the same charming prince that you had grown up with. This prince was harsh, whispering cruel, vulgar words in your ear as he ripped the buttons off of your clothes. His hands touched you despite your pleas for him to stop, to come to his senses. He claimed he was sane. Even after violating you in ways you didn’t think he could. But you wanted it, right?
Because he was a prince.
His title, his status, his future. They were all things that shined like gold to a beggarly servant like you. How dare you speak ill of the prince?
You’d tried telling your father, but his hands were tied. He served the king, so his child would serve the prince.
But you didn’t want to.
Not when the prince would take every opportunity to trap you in his room, uncaring if his rough hands caused bruises as they forced themselves into your clothes. He’d order you to cease your useless struggles and get angry if you began to cry.
He didn’t understand why you were crying. He was the prince and you were his. His things couldn’t say no, so you have to want it. You wanted it, right?
The prince got scary when you said no. He threatened to hang one member of your household for every no that came out of your mouth. There was no point in crying about it. He would comfort you until he felt better.
The prince got really scary when you tried to run away. You hid in a carriage devoid of produce, hoping to escape from the palace and find a way in to town, but the prince noticed his companion’s suspicious behavior. Knights found you before you could exit the palace’s gates and you were dragged inside to kneel before the prince’s feet. He slapped you, calling you a deceitful little whore. The prince couldn’t understand why you were so desperate to get away from him, but your betrayal had been enough for him to make good on his promise.
The prince was good at keeping his promises. He forced you to look at the dangling bodies of your family, forcing your chin up when you were in front of your father.
“This is your fault.” he whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your neck as you cried. He was rough with you that night. He didn’t care that you were still grieving, he wanted to make sure you understood who you belonged to. Forcing himself inside of you with little preparation, he growled, “You’re mine.” over and over again until you could hear his voice continue to haunt you in your dreams.
The prince was happy. His companion no longer shied away from his touch. You were so obedient and docile now. You’d listen to anything he told you to do. He liked holding you in his arms, kissing you, and seeing you next to him when he woke up in the morning. It was a little frustrating when he would have to order you to reciprocate his affections, but you were so good he didn’t really mind.
The prince’s father didn’t approve of your relationship. Anytime he saw the two of you together, he’d glare at you, making you feel small. His son didn’t understand the mood, deciding that he would hold you closer, uncaring about how others felt regarding your relationship.
The king approached you. Told you to separate yourself from his son. That he would take care of living arrangements outside of the kingdom’s jurisdiction. You didn’t care that he looked at you as if you were a nuisance. He was helping you escape!
The prince’s coronation came much sooner than you expected. Although the king had been young, they found him dead the next morning, assuming he’d passed away in his sleep. The prince attended his father’s funeral, but he didn’t look very upset. He was crowned in a ceremony directly after his father’s burial and your king gave you a smile that seemed ill-fitted considering the circumstances.
When he approached you later, you kneeled, giving your greetings to the head of the empire. He stroked your head, other hand reaching for his waist as he gave you your first order as king.
“Open your mouth.”
Your title had changed. You were the king’s lover. A concubine for the king’s pleasure until he saw fit to perform his duty and marry a queen, but you feared it was long time off from the way he worshiped your body like an obsessed madman night after night. Moaning in your ear about how beautiful you were. How precious your body was. How he’d kill anyone that thought of laying a finger on you or taking you away. You were his.
The prince kept his promise. The garden had been filled with your favorite flower. You often sat on the bench to find refuge in your luxurious prison, but he always found you. He was usually uncaring, but he became a bit more sensitive when you were here. He wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of your company, but he kept his lustful urges at bay, opting instead to sit on the bench next to you to talk or lie his head in your lap on the days he lacked rest.
Looking at the king now, you wondered where your kind prince had gone. If you’d known he would turn into someone you couldn’t recognize, someone you began to impulsively avoid, you would’ve happily worn your servants clothes. Though a part of you felt that he would’ve been just as likely to tear them off of you.
Servant or companion, you were his.