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[endless-ofdreams]

hiii! i don't know if you take requests or not but if you do, can i ask for something more of your yan!jester oc? i don't know exactly what but i'm sure whatever you write will be amazing

(i really loved your fic so much i was blushing and kicking my feet tbh)

thank you!

satyrn note: i'm going to fucking kms because i wrote something for this and tumblr restarted AND DELETED EVERYTHING LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK YOU @staff

anyways, i will write it again just because it isn't your fault and i want to give you more of jester. 👍 sorry if it's short though, i want to take a nap and the anger i have it's overwhelming-

“ My Queen! ” Ziszek, your jester, exclaimed while running to you. The bells in his hat making some guards chuckle when he passed by them on the castle's garden.

You turn around to him, a butterfly setting itself in one of your fingers. “ My jester. ” You said with a smile.

Ah. Your jester. He loved every time you called him that.

“ A letter! ” He raises the piece of paper in his hands, panting as he tries to gain his breathing. “ For you. ”

You leave the butterfly in one of the many flowers your garden have, taking the letter from his hands; almost giving him a heart attack when your fingers brushed his gloved ones.

You open the letter and start reading it with a smile. But it quickly changed when you almost finished.

When a frown replaced your smile, Ziszek frowned as well.

“ Something wrong, your majesty? ”

You gulp before shaking your head. “ No, no. Just... it seems like my maester is still moving things, even in the afterlife. ”

Ziszek frowns, adorably tilting his head in confusion.

Closing the letter and looking to an specific flower, you sigh.

Silence engulfs the moment before you smile, a polite smile, one that you practiced to hide your true emotions. “ It's from a prince. He wishes to meet. ” You turn around, fixing some flowers to distract yourself; missing the green eyed monster watching you from behind. “ It's alright, after all, it's my duty as the Queen to get married and find a King for my kingdom. Sacrifice is royalty. ” You repeat your father's common phrase to use whenever you didn't want to do something.

You really didn't want to get married. You, as naive as you could be, still wanted a fairytale meeting with your prince charming. Not arranged meetings or princes that wish to have you only for your title or land.

But you will obey.

Meanwhile, Ziszek is fuming.

How dare he.

How fucking dare he.

It seems like he wasn't convincing enough with the maester's death. Or your parents'. Or the duke!

But not to worry, he is always available to deliver the message. Across the country, even, if it's necessary.

“ — don't you? ”

Ziszek shakes his head, the bells on his hat making a funny sound that makes you giggle, raising your hand to your lips failing at covering your smile. He almost forgot his anger.

“ P-pardon? ” He stutters.

You shake your head. “ Not to worry. It was nonsense, just my insecurities being the centre of attention. ”

He wants to scream.

He was so occupied in thinking how could he kill that prince that he didn't paid attention to you.

He is already ruining things for the two of you!

“ I shall go, must consult this. ” You mutter the last part, raising your dress a bit to walk comfortably.

He doesn't even seem to register your goodbye before the guards close the palace door behind you.

Ziszek storms to his room (which you sent to be built as a birthday present) and slams the door after he enters.

His hands are shaking, his hat is almost falling and his makeup is a bit smudged.

He doesn't even know where to begin in his grief.

He should've trusted his instincts, he should've hide the letter or, at least, read it before delivering it. He should've done something!

He feels like sobbing when his knees hit the ground, his hat falling to his lap. One of his hands grab it and in mere seconds, he turns into a monster.

He starts hitting the ground as he screams, “ THAT FUCKING BASTARD! ” his fist clutching the hat for dear life, its bells whining at the contact with the floor while his heart feels like it's being ripped out.

He is going to torture him, he will tear that prince's eyes out, burn them, cut his fingers one by one, shave his head with the dagger you gifted him (in fear of your parent's asssasin killing him, oh you silly girl) and then slit his throat.

Everytime you leave the room, he feels like his body will melt. When your face has a frown, he puts on the biggest performance ever to make you smile. If something goes wrong, he will fix it; you don't need to lift a finger. And if you were a sadistic beauty, he would kill himself for your entertainment as well.

He would die for you.

So why shouldn't he kill for you too?

When he finishes with his tantrum, his hands are trembling because of the pain; he's sure that they are a flaming red underneath the velvety gloves, some bells fell off his hat, his hair is disheveled covering half of his eyes and his makeup is almost gone.

He sniffs, patting his bed a few times before grabbing a doll. A doll that resembles you, and that he made. He hugs it as he continues to cry.

“ My dearest. ” He whispers, a hiccup interrupting him before sobbing. “ Nothing will take you away— I will defend you from the vultures all my life if you need me to. ”

He raises the doll as well as his head, his smudges makeup makes it seem like he is wearing a frown instead of a crazy smile.

“ Order it. ” He says, caressing the doll's cheeks with a giggle; it feels as soft as yours, as soft as when he caressed them while you were sleeping peacefully after a big meeting with the church leaders. “ Command me, my love. ”

The doll's head falls to the side which makes him stand up in a swift movement, laughing like a maniac as he jumps around with the doll in his arms.

“ As you wish! ” He screams with a smile, closing his eyes as he falls to bed, wishing to dream about you before sneaking at midnight to kill the boy that wishes to ruin the happiness he spent so many years building.

You should hide the castle's letters from now on.

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[endless-ofdreams]

Hello, I love your yandere fic. Can I ask you, Is Jester an oc? Are you planning to write more about him?

Thank you. 💕

thank you so much. <3 and yes, Jester is an oc; i will probably give him a name in the future though.

also yes, i am planning in writing more about him.

[endless-ofdreams]

have a laugh !

yandere!jester x queen!reader.

“ your majesty? ”

your attention fell from the food in front of you as a faithful servant, the teacher of your whole life, called for you.

“ yes? ” your smooth voice almost made their legs fall with shame. but they stood their ground.

with careful steps, they took two, looking at you with a soft smile. “ you know i've helped your family for many ages- ” they interrupted themselves, clearing their throat before clasping their hands together in front of them. “ and such an honor it has been. ” they finish their sentence with a soft sigh.

you drink the last sip of wine in your cup, leaving it next to your golden plate. “ i am well aware. ” you said, not in a mocking manner, but just like them; remembering those days where you were not less than a princess, following your parents around the garden as they explained the numerous plants in the place. who would've thought that months later your parents were to fall ill because a venomous leaf made their way into their hands. “ and for that i appreciate your presence and guidance. please. ” you lowered your head as a sign of a passive attitude. “ tell me what's brought your here. ”

they nodded, quite happy to see that their teaching haven't been in vain and that you were indeed a good monarch.

“ i only wish to gift you the idea of marriage. ”

a small sad smile made it's way into your face. “ really? ”

“ i do not wish to impose. ” they raised their hands. “ of course, i only advice what's good for the kingdom as my knowledge lets me. ”

you raised your hand. “ do not fret yourself, my dear friend. ” your silky voice retounded in the throne room. “ i completely understand. do you not remember how my parents would tease me with that too? ” you giggled at the memory of your mother threading your hair as she explained what was needed to be done to secure your home. “ even my father had some arranged meetings. ” you sighed. “ sadly, that did not follow. ” another sad smile.

your maester felt themselves smile at the thought. “ of course. how can i forget? ”

“ let's go past those memories and allow us to return to the present. ” you stood up, the servants around you suddenly alarmed but you didn't pay much attention; they've been like this since your first years. they thought of you as delicate being the only legitimate heir of your parents as your brothers and sister would die at birth.

“ what do you recommend me to do? ” you asked as you walked outside the room with them following beside you, their hands behind their back as yours were gracefully in front of you, together.

“ do you, for divine intervention, remember the list your father made? ” they asked with hope. “ some names at least? ” they quickly added at the sight of your frown.

“ i am afraid to dissapoint, ” they sighed beside you, “ i do not. ” you smiled as a type of reassurance. “ but. ”

as you reached your chambers, or as you still called your parents room in your mind, you both stopped at the big doors that closed the entrance to the most big room of the palace. “ i trust in you to choose them. i'd gladly help but i am afraid... ” you trailed off.

“ i totally understand. your majest has far more important matters to attend. ” they lowered their head as a reverence, taking a step back. “ thank you, your grace. ”

you smiled at that, turning around to open the doors before they stopped you with a soft grab to your shoulders. “ your parents would've been so proud. ”

at the feeling of tears burning your eyes, you just smiled before nodding. “ you're dismissed. ” you said before entering the room.

your maester smiled, feeling content that the discussion went well and thanking the gods they didn't had a brat monarch as they had listened rumors about in other kingdoms (which makes him add a mental note to not put them on the list they would give you soon), making their way to their studio.

to the naivety of the both of you, bells sounded rounding the corner, the shadow of a tall body made it's way to the light before the maester could see as their entered their own room.

a laugh escaped you and the ones around you as your beloved jester made their tricks, falling flat in his body as you closed your eyes for a second to regain your breathe. just as you did, the jester raised himself off the floor, raising their hands; finishing his show.

you and a bunch of other monarchs applauded in delight, you, as always, being the most loud of them all. and at that, the jester exhaled a sigh before smiling widely.

“ oh, dear jester! ” you exclaimed as you made your way to him, his smile getting more wider (if that could be possible), hugging you sideways as you held him the same. you returned your attention to your guests. “ as you all may know. a tragedy came upon this castle. ” the room turned silent, knowing this to be a heartfelt speech. “ my parents died before i could be considered a proper queen, ” you softly smiled. “ but my maester taught me how to be one- if time and my people allow it.” everyone agreed with small hums or a soft 'yes'. “ and my beloved best friend. ” you turned to the jester one more time, who smiled again at the sight of your ethereal face so close to his. “ this person has brought a smile to my face, has made me laugh in the most blue moments of my life and for that, i thank him dearly. ”

“ your welc- ” he started with his silky voice.

everyone clapped after a few seconds of silence, you hugged him while that happened and the jest couldn't help himself in smelling your essence. cinnamon from your tea, wine from your latest drink and a small smell of cherry. he smiled as you broke the hug. “ thank you, my jester. ” a sudden charge of adrenaline went through him at the possesive adjective to which adorned your voice greatly.

“ your grace! ”

the jester furiously turned around to the sound of the aggravating voice that interrupted the moment.

you, on the contrary, smiled at the sight of the duke of a close place near your kingdom, someone of your own age you once considered a brother at how close you were.

“ my friend. ” you said with emotion in your voice as you walked away from jester, who clenched his fists and jaw at the... disgusting filth of a man- no, not a man, a boy. “ how are you? ” you softly asked as you hugged him. and he returned it too, while closing his eyes.

“ well, i have heard from your dear maester that you're planning to marry? ” the duke asked as he broke the hug, his hands still in your arms.

you chuckled, quite flustered at the thought of your old friend telling that to everyone in the kingdom. “ yes. ” you simply said although the smile in your face reassured your friend that you held no malice intent in that simple word.

“ may you choose a worthy companion. ” he bowed, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles as he saw you with a charming gaze. “ my queen. ”

the jester walked away in mad anger, taking off his hat, the funny sound of bells dying as he threw it to the side without anyone paying a single piece of attention as he stormed out the room. meanwhile, you, obliviously, kept talking to your old friend.

you left the party few moments after that, saying goodbye to your guests and inviting them to stay until morning if they wished so. a lot agreed while a few left. you left them in charge to your guards, to protect them and your maester, to watch them.

you were preparing yourself for bed, taking all adornments in your head, before some harsh knocks sounded behind the doors to your chambers.

“ come in! ”

a bunch of servants appeared, mostly females. one of them walked closer to you as she spoke. “ your grace, forgive us for intruding like this- but. ” she gulped. “ there's been a murder. ”

your eyes widened as a hit of dejá-vu hit you.

“ princess, we must go! ”

your cries could be heard through the corridors as you saw almost all the servants, even the chefs and maids, running to your parents chambers.

“ b-but my father- my mother! ”

the maester held you back, even if you were a teenager, with strength. the only last thing you saw before a maid scurrying inside the door to the room was your father's face. open eyes and wide mouth while white foam ran from his nose to his jaw.

you shook your head as you felt two hands holding you, a bunch of maids surrounded you as they tried to fan you with their dirty dresses but they stopped as you blinked.

“ f-forgive me. ”

“ your majesty, please follow us. ”

and you did. as the maids walked you, still dressed with the gown you decided to wear., to the throne room and as the doors opened, all chatting went quiet and everyone bowed. you raised your hand before walking to the throne, sitting on it.

everyone looked at you with wide eyes.

“ who will be kind enough to explain? ”

silence kept going for a while before a single hand in the crowd caught your attention. everyone around the owner scattered. jester.

you smiled as you nodded. “ please, dear friend. ” you extended a hand to the front, where it was empty as everyone was crowded in the back of the room; apparently feeling safer in that area.

the jester bowed, taking his hat as he swiftly moved it from his side to the ground for a few seconds before standing up and putting his hat again. the bells sounding gloomy like the atmosphere around the room.

“ my beloved queen. i see myself as a friend in your life, may i dare say. ” you nodded again, showing him he was right. “ and with so much right a friend may have, i choose myself to announce you the most dreadful news and to offer you my most genuine condolences. ”

your breath quickened as the words seemed similar to you.

“ the maester is dead. ”

a sob ripped it's way to your lips. your hand flew to your mouth to cover it but everyone could see your trembling eyes and watery eyes. you looked away for a while before letting some clear tears leave your eyes, maids around you lowering their heads as they also mourned the death of the most oldest and wisest of everyone in the kingdom.

you returned your gaze to him, which seemed to still stand still.

“ i was informed of a murder. ” your soft voice no longer could be spotted. instead, a harsh tone that made even the toughest soldier tremble replaced it.

the jester nodded. “ i saw it, your grace. with my own eyes. ” with his free hand, he pointed at his red eyes that always seemed to shine with humor and happiness.

“ tell me. ”

and just in time, the doors opened with the only people missing in the room. two guards and... your friend.

you frowned as the duke tried to free himself from the strong arms of your guards holding him down while screaming.

“ d-duke? ” you shakily asked, trying to deny your ideas- trying to fool yourself from the obvious observation.

that seemed to have his attention as his head snapped to your direction, his eyes red and wide, his nose running and his jaw and left cheek stained with a few spots of blood. “ your majesty, i didn't do it! ”

the jester laughed, making some people behind him tremble as they have never heard your jester laugh with such a dry and empty emotion. “ a clown trying to fool the queen. ” he turned his hed slightly to the side. “ that's supposed to be my job. ” a few chuckled were heard while you still stood in disbelief.

you turned to the jester, once again. “ jester. ”

he turned to see you, with a soft smile; one you used to gave as reassurance. “ my queen. ”

“ explain me- us, what happened. ”

“ majesty- ” the poor man tried to talk.

“ silence, you fool! ” but you didn't gave him a chance.

the jester held his smile back. his victory smile as he cleared his throat, walking towards you. “ what happened, your grace, is that i was returning to my personal room, to take off my makeup and clothes and get a well deserved rest after i noticed the guests no longer required entertainment to enjoy themselves. ” he explained with his soothing voice, everyone hypnotized by this. “ and as i walked beside the maester's studio, i heard an altercation and, trying to protect who your majesty helds dear, i went inside. and there it was. ” he pointed at the criminal, whose eyes went wide again at the accusation. “ this monster stabbing our dearest elder. ”

you gasped as your attention once again went to the one you once considered a friend.

“ no. NO, IT WASN'T ME! ” his screams increased in agony as he could feel all the judging gazes towards him. “ WHY WOULD I KILL HIM?! ”

“ ha! i know that too, you filth! ” the jester pointed at him again, a sickening smile in his face whiche everyone but the duke seemed to miss. “ before i found you covered in blood, i specifically remember you asking about the majesty's plans to marry, correct? ”

you looked at the duke with a scowl and a fierce gaze, making him look at the floor for comfort instead.

“ y-yes... ” he whispered as gasps filled the room. “ but it's not for what you think! ” desperately, he begged for mercy, for a chance to explain.

the jester opened his arms, bells sounded as he raised his eyebrows. “ jealousy! ”

everyone in the room seemed to feel the mourning as they started to shout at him, a few wifes even throwing their jewelry in hopes of hurting him.

you stood up from your throne.

again, the room went silent.

“ you know i hold you close to my heart as... i held-...” you gulped. “ the maester and my parents. ” you clasped your hands in front of you, your head laying to the side. “ but, as they taught me, i should not judge without proof. ”

the jester nodded silently.

“ what do you have, dear jester? ” you asked, exhausted and emotional.

everyone gasped as the guards threw the suspect to the ground, the jester walking to him as he, as delicate as a jester could be he ripped the collar of the duke's clothes making a layer fall from it. a metallic sound ringed through the room followed by some gasps.

you walked to stand behind his frame, gasping as your hand touched the jester's shoulder, to which he answered with his own hand above yours, delicately tracing your knuckles with his thumb; the sight of a dagger tainted with blood made your knees weak and you held the body of your only alive friend in a crushing hug filled with desesperation.

the screams of the duke were still loud and strong but you managed to block the disgusting sound of his voice.

the jester cooed at you, caressing your locks as he kissed the side of your head. “ i'm sorry, my queen. ” he whispered next to your ear, fighting the urge of kissing your trembling lips.

you immediately shook your head. “ no. ” you looked at him with tears in your eyes and fire in your iris. “ don't ask for my forgiveness, it's not your fault. ” you stood straight, a hard sigh left your lips and sniffling, you cleaned your tears before turning around, facing him.

“ you are charged with the murder of the maestre of the palace and for that, i will have your life in return! ” your voice grew in volume as the desperate cries of the criminal tried to make you change your mind. what a fool, he must know that hate is stronger than compassion.

you turned around, walking to your throne once more; followed by the sorrowful cries and the light sobs of the crowd as the duke was taken by the same soldiers that brought him.

when the doors closed, everyone started murmuring between themselves.

a murder for jealousy?

who would've thought the duke to be a killer? for love, nevertheless!

doesn't he have various concubines? why not choose from them?

doesn't he have a wife?

a gasp. was he planning in killing her next?

“ honorable people! ” the jester exclaimed, driving everyone's attention to him. “ i know this is too much for everyone to have in mind and for that, i apologize in behalf of your majesty and everyone present. i beg of you to sleep peacefully tonight, the killer has been found and he won't do any more harm thanks to the justice made by the hand of our marvelous queen. ”

words of affirmation sounded through the room. the jester smiled.

“ so, please, return to your homes. this celebration is over. rest. ”

everyone nodded and grabbed the hand of their companion, afraid they might dissappear. the jester walked to you, standing next to your throne as the doors closed; leaving you alone with him and two guards.

you touched your forehead as the consequence of crying so hard hit your head.

“ my dear queen. ” his voice, smooth as silk and sweet as cake, cooed at you as he crouched down in front of you at your right side.

you softly smiled as the sight of a familiar face. “ my dear jester. ” you held his hand. “ i won't ever lose you, right? please. ” you rambled before sighing, no longer wanting to cry. “ tell your queen you won't leave. she commands it. ”

the jester chuckled, caressing your hand before kissing your knuckles, a bit of his lipstick staining your hand. “ i won't ever leave you, my queen. my life is yours as my soul, my breath is for you to take and have, my heart beats for your orders and smile. command and i shall obey. ”

you giggled at his silliness, “ you always know how to entertain me... even in such gloomy events. ” you whispered the last part, a frown appearing while you watched both of your hands together.

“ will you tell me a story to sleep? ” you suddenly ask, jester only raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, you were quick to add: “ i just want to know you're there with me, like before. ”

he smiled at the memory of a ten year old you, he no being older than five years, smiling at him as he recited a story while your parents watched from behind with a smile of their own.

“ your wish is my command, my queen. ”

you smiled with him.

after all, aren't jesters terrific storytellers?

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