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onceonafullmoon · 11 months

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A Marionette's Ball

Yan! Chevalier x Fem! Reader x Yan! Gilbert

Tw!! Manipulation, threats of violence, implied captivity, period typical misogyny and Gilbert Von Obsidian himself

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal. And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

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You need to stop fiddling with your necklace.

You know you need to calm down, but doing so is another story; you can practically feel the weight of everyone’s stares on you, not malicious, but prying still in their curiosity.

And it’s tough fighting the urge to snatch one of the champagne flutes off of the waiter's plates and down it in one gulp, but the subtle warning of Chevalier’s fingers pressing at your waist helps you forget the idea.

Right.

Just make a good impression and then you’ll get to go back to your own schedule with only one scrutinizing set of eyes on you.

It’s almost impossible to mess this up anyways, with all the effort Sariel has been putting into making you a “true lady befitting of a prince”.

Ha.

The audacity of that claim makes you laugh.

As if you had a choice in any of this.

As if you were something more than a puppet on a string pulled by the most powerful man in the kingdom.

Nevertheless, you pushed through the lessons easily enough, it was, at the very least, an escape from Chevalier’s smothering presence, although you would rather have buried your nose into a good book instead.

At any rate, it doesn’t seem like much of your work will be put into play considering the way that Chevalier has you glued to his side.

You suppose you get the hostility, he’s always been a touch smothering even before… this, and it doesn’t help that princes from other nations are currently visiting too.

Not that you would have the opportunity to meet any of them considering how anal Chevalier was about your “safety”.

In fact, if it were a year ago when you were still “unruly” he would have probably kept you chained in his room the whole time.

Well, if all good behavior amounted to was this then you probably could have thrown a fit to get yourself locked up again. Now it was too late, and you were stuck smiling fakely at some random noble who came to give his greetings.

“My, my, if it isn’t the mystery woman that everyone’s been wondering about. Everyone’s been wondering about the one who stole the Chevalier Micheal’s heart, it's a pleasure to finally be able to meet you.” The nobleman, who you recall vaguely being named Lord Wessley, greets you with a certain, subtle prying look on his face as he studies you.

“Oh, you flatter me, but I’m afraid I’m not much to speak of. Any compliments should be redirected towards my fiancé.” You smile, cringing at the use of the word fiancé but happy enough with the way Chevalier’s brow furrows ever so slightly in annoyance.

You can almost hear his voice ringing out in your ears.

“If you have enough time to dish out praise, then you have enough time to do something useful with yourself, simpleton.”

“Praise worthy indeed!” Another man cuts in, rudely, albeit he’s possibly a bit drunk already. “An arsenal of military feats, a genius intellect that only appears once a century, and now a bride to be, you’re truly something else Prince Chevalier!”

You have to try your hardest to bite back the laugh bubbling up in you and Chevalier slightly grimaces.

Wessley furrows his eyebrows slightly at the intrusion but doesn’t comment, or rather, doesn’t get the chance to comment as he’s interrupted again.

“And what a beauty she is, I can see why you’ve kept her locked up away from the rest of us!”

And now you are no longer smiling.

Karma really is a bitch.

The grip around your waist tightens and you find yourself conflicted about whether to celebrate the (hopefully only) verbal lashing this misogynistic bastard will get or to intervene for the sake of this very clearly drunk man.

Empathy wins out in the end, but also because you don’t trust Chevalier not to immediately jump at the chance to “incidentally” find this man charged with treason.

“I’m flattered by praise, truly, but you look a bit sickly to me, are you feeling alright?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off smoothly.

“Poor thing, I bet you can hardly stand, much less answer coherently, but there are several couches in the foyer for you to rest at. I’d escort you myself but, considering the circumstances, perhaps Lord Wessley can escort you instead?”

Of course, Wessley himself isn’t too keen on leaving the conversation, seeing as he probably started it to discuss his own business. But when you phrase it in such a way of offering good will, he can’t refuse.

With a furrowed brow he replies in kind and leaves.

Perhaps Sariel’s lessons did come in handy, you think as you find yourself alone again.

A sigh from Chevalier has you mending your thoughts, not completely alone, unfortunately.

“How bothersome.” He grumbles, finally letting his arm drop from your waist.

“Yeah, being stuck around someone you can’t stand, tell me about it.”

He gives you a look which would scare the living daylights out of even a battle hardened soldier, to which you innocently smile at.

You know him well enough to know when you’re actually in trouble.

“What? Just offering some words of support in your trying times Prince Chevalier, now wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

Your smile dips into a frown when instead of falling for the taunt he smirks at you.

“Prince Chevalier? I recall being referred to as fiancé earlier.”

You narrow your gaze, regretting your earlier decision to speak.

“Don’t read much into it, you’ll strain your eyes trying to find nothing.”

He simply smirks again.

“Complacency is a dangerous thing isn’t it?”

He leans in closer, tilting your head up, sending roils of annoyance and slight embarrassment through you as you fix your eyes on his face, unwavering from his.

“...It’d be a shame for you, if all your efforts were for naught.”

He chuckles derisively, letting you go.

“Now, wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

You glare at him, annoyed that he used your words against you, before deciding to make a tactful retreat.

“Now that I’ve taken care of your nuisances, I’m taking care of mine for a bit and freshening up. Does that please your highness, or should I stay tethered to your side for another hour?”

He scoffs.

“Just don’t get lost, simpleton.”

To use Clavis’s terminology, the Cheva translation of that would mean: “Go ahead, but if you aren’t back in 10 minutes I will find you and there will be consequences.”

“...Whatever your highness wishes.”

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You supposed Chevalier already knew that you weren’t going to the bathroom to freshen up, rather instead to find a private area to ruminate at being bested by him once more, and that almost made you even more upset.

It’s stupid that you’re even angry, you know that there's no winning a fight against him. It was already a given that he would twist your words around in an attempt to make you succumb to him, and yet…

You furrow your brow as you turn the corner.

It was all you could do, if you could annoy him, even just a bit then that would be victory enough…

At least it should be, if you didn’t get carried away with it.

But damn you for having a competitive streak and damn him for pointing out the one idea that would make you sick to your stomach.

(Although, maybe if you thought about it more, you would find it was only his own sick desires taking form in his words.)

“Complacency, my ass.” You mutter, as you push open the door to the library.

Despite this being originally Chevalier’s domain, you’ve also been quite the avid reader, and so any time alone with books was welcome. And even if you weren’t alone… well at least he had the sense not to disturb you, outside of his general presence.

Scanning the room when you enter, you find your eyes catching on the rows of bookshelves before halting when you see the shape of a figure, dimly lit by a candle.

You frown slightly.

While there were no set rules against entering a host’s library, it was still considered bad taste to enter rooms you weren’t explicitly given access to. Not that this person seemed unaware of it, judging by the lofty coat you could make out they seemed to be born into wealth.

Well, you weren’t exactly a shining beacon of manners either, considering that you were ditching your debut ball in order to sulk in the corner of a dark room because your captor/fiancé bested you in a game of wits.

Although, when you put it that way, your life does sound significantly more ridiculous.

You, albeit hesitantly, decide to give the person the benefit of the doubt and approach them to direct them back to the ball.

“Excuse me?” You call out, nearing the figure. “Are you lost?”

They turn around, and it becomes apparent that they’re a man. But not just any man, you realize, as a few more details come to light that have you suddenly freezing in place.

First, the dark crimson eye that gazes upon you while the other hides behind a black eye patch.

Second, the black cane who’s shiny finish glints in the candle light.

And lastly, the golden encrusted emblem, signature of an Obsidianite.

“Oh no, I’m exactly where I need to be.” Gilbert Von Obsidian responds cheerfully.

…

You suddenly have the sense that you’ve, to use words that Chevalier claims are “crude and boorish”, absolutely fucked up.

To be fair to you, you hadn’t been able to see even a glimpse of any foreign princes, much less would you have predicted that the damn Prince of Obsidian was going to be there, or more accurately here, in your lovely library safe space.

It’s not often that anyone other than Chevalier makes you stumped on what to do these days, but that goes to show how dangerous complacency really is.

“Prince Gilbert.” You finally manage to greet, falling into a practiced curtsey.

When you pull your head back up, he has an innocuous smile on his face, eyes crinkled slightly.

“No need to lower yourself, (Name) (Last Name), soon enough we’ll be on the same social standing won’t we?”

Oh, of course he knows who you are, couldn’t make it any less difficult for you could he? Still, the provocation (actually, whether he knew it as a provocation or not was a matter to be unseen yet) of your future engagement has you irritated as well as afraid.

“You never know what might happen.” You respond neutrally. “I’d hate to offend because I grew cocky.”

“Cautious, aren’t you?” He questions.

“That’s a good trait to have, although, I can’t say I would’ve thought the woman who tamed the Brutal Beast would be so meek.”

You want to laugh at his attempt at a jab, because he couldn’t be closer to the truth.

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal.

And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

But even still, you couldn’t help the words that poured out of your mouth.

“I would argue that being meek and being cautious are entirely different, but it must be difficult to understand from your perspective.”

“That so?” He hums. “What’s your view then?”

“That you can’t tell the difference, because for you, someone who has been powerful and feared for so long, there’s hardly any need for subtlety when dealing with others. For people like me, discretion is a necessary tool.”

A tinge of bitterness seeps into your tone as you respond, or maybe it's jealousy; you can’t tell.

But it’s enough to make Gilbert pause, facing you, seemingly looking at you like he hasn’t seen you before, his eye glinting with something akin to interest.

Oh.

Shit.

You’ve always had a bad habit of overplaying your hand during your time with Chevalier, possibly because you were so used to a lack of consequences due to his soft spot. It would’ve been better and safer for him to believe you were Chevalier’s little trophy wife and suffer the stab it would take to your ego.

“...I suppose that “genius’s thinking alike” must be true, for you to be able to make such a succinct assumption about me.” He smiles, this time his eyes glinting with something darker.

“...I wouldn’t go so far as to imply that Prince Gilbert.” You say, desperate in your attempt to backtrack.

“Oh? Cowering now, are we?” He asks, the smile on his face growing more predatory. “And here I thought you’d be more vicious.”

He’s clearly trying to pry at you, to goad you into snapping at him, but you’ve since realized that the playing field had favored him from the start and you’d do better to avoid the trap he’d set for you.

“...I think you have rather high expectations, that you might think of me similar to the company I keep.”

“And you’d be right.” He says, drawing himself closer to you, even more empowering as he draws near, his red eye glistening like the blade of a knife.

You find yourself wanting to run, like the terrified lamb you are in the face of the threatening jaws of the beast in front of you.

But you don’t.

Because these damn beasts are always just toying with you, never daring to go for the killing blow.

He towers over you, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, but you find that you can’t quite summon up the effort to change your expression.

“…”

Moments pass and his eye widens a bit, seemingly shocked at your lack of expression.

“You aren’t scared, are you?” He states, more as a fact than a question as he pulls himself away to an appropriate distance.

You shrug as if to say you don’t quite care, but you felt like laughing.

The truth is, he’s wrong.

You’re constantly scared, every single day of your life.

When you wake up, when you go to sleep, you’re filled with horror constantly, terrified by the man who lays beside you. Every move you make is calculated and stuff, made in fear of the blades, not set to cut you, but rather everything you know and love.

Even now you’re scared, not quite by the prospect of death, but by the fact that it doesn’t scare you.

The fact that you would rather accept freedom in the form of being removed from your earthly ties than to live another life being tethered to this life scares you, because you know death is the only way you’ll be safe from him.

It brings you only slight ease that despite his best efforts of chasing perfection, Chevalier still only amounts to a man.

Gilbert’s laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the man in front of you.

“That’s excellent!” He says, toothy grin lighting up his face, eye lighting up like he’s a child who’s found a new toy to play with.

Somewhere deep down you can feel a familiar sense of dread forming in the pit of your stomach that only comes with Chevalier, almost like deja vu.

It shouldn’t surprise you, after all it’s said that the prince of Obsidian is a genius only the likes of Chevalier could rival. It’s the type of gossip you used to absentmindedly listen to while busying yourself walking down the streets.

Still, you’ve survived Chevalier, albeit with your share of scars, you can handle at least one chance meeting with another snobby prince.

“Are you done threatening me then Prince Gilbert? I believe my fiancé is looking for me.” You say, keeping your tone neutral.

He chuckles, that wide, creepily childlike smile still on his face as he hears you speak.

“Of course. Tell Prince Chevalier that I congratulate him on finding such an interesting toy.”

“Of course.” You mimic, turning on your heel to leave. “Perhaps next time we can meet in a more fitting setting rather than the library, Prince Gilbert.”

Petty, yes, but he doesn’t seem affected by the rebuttal you throw his way judging by the small laugh he lets out as you leave.

Toy, huh?

You think, as you find yourself retracing your steps back to the ballroom.

More fitting than lover that’s for sure, but you doubt even a genius like Gilbert would understand from just a glance that that was the case, rather he meant it in a dismissive manner.

But still, you can’t help the bitter smile that appears on your face at the statement.

Because you would end up back at Chevalier’s side, and either through your expressions or through his own logic system that you couldn’t possibly fathom, he would understand everything that happened. And then, like always, you would end up locked up in a cage while, ironically, the beast who should be locked in there would prowl around, growling at anyone who came close, possessive of his toy.

And the worst part is, even though you could see the path paved for you, leading you to your own demise, you still had to follow it, like written in a story, like fate.

And maybe that’s why you smile instead of frown when you see your beloved captor’s face twist into a look of grim understanding as he sees you again, wordlessly gesturing you to draw nearer with his gaze.

Because ironically enough, the only person even close enough to understanding or even changing your situation was the same breed as the monster that possessed you.

And it’s an amusing thought to you.

But if you could see the expression of a certain dark haired man, thinking almost fondly on your interaction, you wouldn’t find it half as funny.

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omkookie · 10 months

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"It will just take some time now"

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut... Noncon, Yandere, impregnation.

He forces your face into the pillow, his rough hand gripping your wrists behind your back tightly while his other hand is hiking your short dress over your bruised hips. He doesn’t say anything as you whimper in pain at his rough movements, probably choosing to ignore you as usual.

"Chevalier…" The white sheets rustle beneath you as you try calling his name to let him know that he's being too rough, And he clicks his tongue in annoyance but loosens his grip on you, and soon lets your wrists go. He grips the sides of your waist, his fingers somewhat digging into your flesh as he flips you onto your back, then nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs.

Only because of your obedience, he’ll treat you kindly.

You’ve been behaving exceptionally well this month, throwing just a few protests here and there. But, besides that you've been very compliant for the rest. Clearly, you were trying to get on his good side. He smiles arrogantly in satisfaction because of your submission. Fnally, you we're starting to give in to him.

You look up at him and stare into his eyes, before you hurriedly look elsewhere... still refusing to meet his gaze for longer than a short moment.

“Look at me.” He orders you, and you very reluctantly do as he says. If you don’t do as Chevalier says, who knows what will happen to you... right? Obedience was your only option here… Either Obedience or torture. He wouldn't hesitate to beat you to get his point through and teach you a lesson. He wouldn't even bat an eye as he does so. You’ve learned from the countless number of times that he’s abused you with a stone cold expression on his face that he's heartless. And according to him, he’s “training” you for your own good.

He’s simply teaching you how to be a better wife and do your duties.

You’re his favorite wife after all, None of his other wives received his affection like you did. They were mere objects to unite Rhodolite with its neighbours, meanwhile you… He loved you.

A sick twisted feeling like that had rooted itself into his heart because of you.

When he saw you, a simple commoner girl he was perplexed… how could you be so beautiful and so…nice. Despite your naivety and foolishness, he fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight, and his feelings for you only grew as you catered to his needs in the bookstore. Putting in your utmost effort to please him as he ordered you around and made you gather all kinds of books for him. His interest in you grew as you sold him books, your polite attitude towards him somewhat making his icy cold heart flutter…

How unfortunate for you though... You became his mistress, a simple commoner wife who he only married to claim as his own so that no other man could.

“Let me move the pillow.” You tell him as you sit up on the bed, and readjust your pillows so you could comfortably lay on them. If you were going to do something you didn't like... you should at least try to make the best out of it.

He stares you down, looking your bruised body specifically as he reaches for your hand to entwine your fingers with his. Feeling the warmth from your palm seep into his skin as he holds your fragile hand, he lets out a relaxed breath.

You were truly like glass… delicate and easy to break.

He almost feels guilty for everything that he’s put you through, but quickly remembers ‘It was for her own good.’

He reaches down to cup your bare pussy, He’s been impatiently waiting for tonight. The first night where you aren’t trying to stop or push him away from you. A proud smirk etches onto his face as he relishes in the fact that he finally conquered you, and broke your spirit enough for you to give in to him. He almost laughs in satisfaction as he leans down to kiss your thigh. His hand nudging it to the side when you try to close your legs by reflex, and he hears your breath hitch in your throat as he caresses your soft skin.

You were finally turning into the wife that he wanted, so you deserve a reward.

He licks a long stripe up your flushed pussy, and an uncomfortable shiver runs down your spine.

Disgust crept up in the pit of your abdomen, and you tried your best to ignore the repulsive feeling.

Here you were, subjected to having him between your legs when you desperately wanted to shove him away, and hope he hits his head on something and dies. Truly, there is nothing more vile and disgusting than how he violated your dignity, Both your body and soul. He was horrible, Even if he was making you wet and going to draw a forced orgasm out of you tonight.

He shoves his fingers into your entrance, rubbing and teasing you as much as he can before he stops his ministrations on your glistening entrance and looks up at you, his eyes narrowed in a glare as if he could read your thoughts. You hear him sigh as he gets up to unbuckle his belt and pull his hardened dick out. He strokes himself before you, and rubs the head of his shaft against your wet entrance, gathering your slick juices to coat himself with before he pushes into you at once, Burying himself to the hilt.

You feel stuffed as he leans over your body and pushes your leg against your chest.

“Fuck…”You hear him curse under his breath as he pulls his hips away from yours, making your walls squeeze around him as if trying to pull him back in. “It’s so warm…” He comments before whilst slamming his hips into you, and as he cahes you underneath him you can smell the familiar scent of his library filled with books, paper and vanilla scented candles. He fucks you at a hard pace, his shaft fitting snuggly inisde of you and rubbing against all of the right spots… much to your dismay.

Even if he was raping you, it recently started to feel good and it even brought you pleasure.

You feel the knot in your abdomen starting to come undone with every drag of his shaft along your walls, and it drives you crazy, you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him even closer and deeper into you so that he could fuck you faster, and finally get you to finish.

It was shameful, really… Just how messed up were you for wanting your abuser to fuck you harder and get you off? You squeeze Chevalier, Your grip on him tightening as you whimper under him and cry his name in moan. He sped up and thrusted into you at a brutal pace, until you finally came undone beneath him and squirted your juices all over his shaft. His name continues spilling from your lips in a raspy moan as he fucks into you even after your release. Your fingers grip the bedsheets tightly, trying to ground you from the overstimulation which feels like too much.

“Heh… You’re finally starting to become wise, simpleton.” He pants as he says that. Somehow, he still had energy to speak despite how tired he must be. He doesn't pull out, and simply lays on top of you for a while.

He thrusts into you, his nails leaving little red marks in your leg's plush skin as he plans to fill you up with his seed. He wants you to give him an heir before he left you all alone, locked up within the safe confines of his room where he could keep you away from danger until he eliminated all threats to you. He grunts your name, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, and make him finally spill his load inside you.

"It will just take some time now"

You feel truly hopeless as you know you'll be his prisoner for life, and his hand wrapping around your neck feels like shackles being attached to you.

A child would chain you to him for life.

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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❝ I don't remember telling you to leave. ❞

As usual his voice cut sharp, almost like a sword which was swung high up in the air, threatening to end the life of the users enemy. Who knows how long had passed since you stepped foot into the castle library and had managed to lose yourself amongst the endless sea of books that were scattered across the table, many of which happened to be sappy love stories. Chevalier had oh so kindly requested that you recommend him anything you fancy regardless whether or not you'd think he'd like it. You had just barely registered his presence when he first entered the room and had thought that he left ages ago. You read and read, the sky turning warm and orange, soft hues bathing you in their gentle glory, beckoning you to rest, just close your eyes for a little bit.

Darkness has fallen and the scent of sweet roses invaded your senses like never before. Warmth from another radiated close by, their firm shoulder pressed tightly against your own as you cracked a single eye open to see just who was keeping you warm.

That was how you found yourself in this predicament.

Eyes like ice, skin like snow, Chevalier sure was a sight to behold even if the sheer brute strength he was displaying sourly contradicted his oddly ethereal beauty. A large, gloved hand held your wrist tightly, deep blue eyes peering into your own, challenging you to move.

❝ I am well aware that I am being a nuisance, Your Highness. Therefore, I think it would be best if I just left. ❞

He said nothing, his face showed no emotion whatsoever much to your displeasure. A part of you wondered if he could hear just how hard your heart was racing, fear creeping up on the back of your neck. Without a word he merely lifted your arm up, brought it to his lips and pressed a tiny peck on the pulse point, almost as if he was trying to claim something valuable that could be easily turned to ashes.

You stared at him in awe and confusion, mind filled to the brim with millions upon millions of questions.

His Highness had made sure to show just how much he did not like your company on a day to day basis - petty insults which could even be called mean on occasion would casually be thrown at you, he would constantly pester you on how to do your duties and would "fix" everything for you. From how to properly cut vegetables to how to walk amongst the other snobby aristocrats, Chevalier somehow always managed to make you feel lesser than.

Why, oh why, was he suddenly displaying this odd token of affection?

He smirked, his lips were still pressed against your soft skin. You could feel his teeth gently grazing against the soft flesh, the threat of him biting you suddenly creeped up on you. He... He wouldn't really do that?!

That was what you wanted to believe.

❝ You're so easy to read, as per usual. ❞ - said Chevalier, his tone laced with the slightest hint of wicked amusement. For a split second he almost looked like the devil's incarnate. He was a person to fear, a man you should not trust and he made sure to hammer in that point to you.

... what sort of sick pleasure did he find in teasing you?

By some miracle you had managed to free yourself from his grip but chances are it was Chevalier himself that set you free.

You really wouldn't have been able to escape otherwise.

In a flash you had turned your back away from him and made a beeline towards the large door. Adrenaline pumped in your veins, becking you to just make a run for it, don't look back, don't even bother with the twisted prince but your curiosity won out in the end.

Just before you could exist you decided to turn your head ever so slightly, just to make sure that he wasn't following you.

Whoever said that satisfaction brought the cat back as a liar, you thought fearfully to yourself.

Chevalier merely made himself more comfortable on the now half empty loveseat, legs crossed and one arm placed on his cheeks as he stared at you, his eyes cold and calculated.

Part of you wished he would react like a normal man and just run straight towards you but he was not a normal man.

Chevalier Michel could be easily considered winter incarnate and if you stayed in that room a moment longer who knew what would happen.

With strength you didn't know you possessed, you closed the large oak door shut, the loud echo disturbing the eerie silence of the palace. Letting out a tired sigh you looked out the window only to be met with a moonless sky and a million stars. A single tear escaped you, helplessness filling your entire being.

Just how long was the merciless beat going to torment you?

And just when were you going to see just how much he adored you, even if he didn't know how to express it?

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 7 months

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Prompt: You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil's affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

Pairing: Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook

Genre: Yandere

TW: Yandere Vil and Rook, talk of killing someone, Reader is not Yuu/Prefect.

AN: Rook and Vil ily but why are you both so hard to write for 😭 Like, yall are fun to think for but it was so hard to write down the concept in my mind ysgshskejd. I genuinely don't know if I was able to do them justice, please forgive me if they're a bit ooc in this. This started off as a joke thing because of a friend, but then it turned yandere for some reason that I don't know but we're vibing so it's okay ^^

You groaned as you flopped face first onto the couch in Vil's room, uncaring of the fact that you were still wearing your shoes. Vil glanced at you from the corner of his eyes as he sat at his vanity, narrowing his gaze at your unmoving form.

"(Name), remove your shoes."

" 'm too tired," you grumbled, and Rook chuckled from his place on Vil's bed. "My, my Chevalier de Beauté, how bold of you to reject Roi du Poison's order," he teased you, getting up from the bed to walk over to where you were.

" 'm tired," you whined once again, drawing out a chuckle from both of your boyfriends.

"Still, as Roi du Poison's devoted hunter, I cannot let you get away with such a grave crime," he hummed, his voice light and sweet to your ears. Kneeling on one leg, Rook carefully untied your shoelaces, gently placing your shoes on the floor by the couch. Each movement was smooth and reverent; one would think he was handling a priceless treasure with the way he made sure to not make a single noise as he rid you of your shoes.

He watched in amusement as your only reaction was to sigh and turn your head slightly to look at him. Ever watchful, he immediately zeroed in on the eyebags that you had tried to conceal under layers of makeup. Rook removed the glove from one of his hands, raising it to smooth back your hair into a somewhat presentable state.

"Pray tell, what has you so stressed?" He asked, and you could see Vil sit straighter (if that was even possible since his posture was always impeccable) at his words, no doubt listening to the two of you.

"Its nothing too bad, really. I'm just stuck with uncooperative assholes in Professor Crewel's class-"

"Language," Vill gently chided, but you could make out the concern in his voice. You continued speaking, eventually fully ranting to Rook and Vil about how absolutely bull-headed and uncooperative your group members were, and how you were practically the only one working on the project.

Both the boys stayed quiet as they heard you vent your frustrations out to them. Once you were done, Rook gave you a smile. His eyes held a dangerous light, sharp gaze befitting the hunter he prided himself in being.

"Would you like me to kill them for you?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his tone, the familiar smile on his face somehow turning malicious in front of your very eyes. Very slowly, like prey trying to not agitate the predator in their bid to escape, you silently sat up on the couch. Your eyes were trained on his, caution and hesitancy swirling in them (a very pretty mixture, if you asked Rook; what he wouldn't give to see that look of confusion and fear in your eyes more often-)

"No killing, Rook," Vil spoke from his seat in front of the mirror, turning completely to face the two of you. Immediately, Rook turned back into the playful boy you always knew, as he chuckled, "Ah, I jest, of course." He winked at you, and you wondered if your senses had played a trick on you as the heavy atmosphere that had been in the room mere moments ago dissipated instantly.

"Perhaps I could speak to these classmates of yours, hm?"

"O-oh, there's no need for that," you nervously chuckled. "I already informed Professor Crewel about it, and he said he'll give them a fitting punishment," you hurriedly explained. Your fingers fiddled with the cuffs of your blazer, a clear sign of your discomfort at the thought of Rook potentially talking to the people from your group. As irritating as they were, you didn't really want to get them on his (or for that matter, anyone's) bad side, especially with how... weird and quite frankly terrifying Rook had been earlier.

Your nervousness did not go unnoticed, as Vil chuckled, crossing his arms elegantly as he looked at the two of you. "Rook, you've scared them."

Vil stood up from his seat, making his way over to you. Carefully, he lifted your face to make you meet his eyes and smiled. "Rook was only joking, my dear. Don't worry." The gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and the soft smile complementing his words made your earlier worries go away.

Rook looked at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes as he took your hand in his own. "Ah, dear Chevalier de Beauté, you need not worry at all," he said as he placed a light kiss on the back of your hand.

"You are precious to me, so I cannot help but wish to take care of anything that may displease you. But, my apologies if I went too far with my joke."

His voice was sincere as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at him despite his... slightly concerning words. Rook was a weirdo most of the time. Maybe it was just a well-intended joke that you just overthought about?

You chuckled, missing the way Vil's shoulders seemed to relax and how Rook's smile became a little less forced.

"It's alright Rook."

"You nearly gave us away, Rook."

Vil's voice was uncharacteristically cold as he stared down at the hunter kneeling in front of him. You had gone back to your own dorm room some time ago, saying that you needed to finish one of Professor Trein's assignments, giving the two boys some much needed privacy to have this conversation.

"My sincere apologies Roi du Poison. I did not mean to, but to see their beautiful face contorted in such anger, such frustration... it caught me off guard. I was careless in my wish to take away some of their burden, and I shall accept any punishment you deem acceptable, my fair queen," Rook said, his voice repentant as he stared at the hem of Vil's dorm clothes.

Vil sighed after a long and tense silence. How could he remain cross with his beloved hunter any longer, when he was this remorseful? Besides, Vil had been quick enough to salvage the situation in time, and you were still blissfully unaware of how deep exactly their affections ran for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

"Get up," he ordered, and the hunter rose to his feet, finally daring to look his queen in the eyes. "Go, and find every little thing there is to find about those useless students. Every. Single. Thing. But do not, touch a hair on their heads. That will be your punishment."

Vil's voice was calm and collected, like a queen delivering a death sentence. Rook bowed reverently.

"As you wish, my dear queen."

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theinnerunderrain · 1 year

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The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse [1/4]

Conquest [Ranger!Childe x Princess! Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, depiction of violence.

One may contend that the appearance of a bloodstained man standing at the edge of the tower's balcony was the very last thought on your mind. You spent over half of your life upon that tower, daydreaming of a knight in shining armour who would save you from your captors' cruelty and your days of loneliness, aching to see the life beyond the forest and to see your family. A remarkable man with piercing blue eyes, a voice sweet enough to entice songbirds, and a smile that could instantly brighten your day, that was the image of the knight in shining armour that you had waited for.

A man you could be eternally grateful to and who you would desire to marry if he were honourable enough to ask for your hand in marriage.

Yet you weren't certain whether you would regard the man in front of you as your hero in shining armour, a man to consider for marriage. Perhaps he would just request for materials rewards?

You had hope that was the case.

He simply exudes an unsettling air, something about him just seems different from the other men you had fair shares of interacting with.

While he was brilliant to a certain extent and his voice wasn't profound and threatening, his eyes were sinister and dark. They were seemingly soulless, and somehow brought to mind the dark sorcerer's crimson eyes that you had once witnessed as a child. His smile was endearing, but something wicked was hidden behind it, and the blood that was trickling down his cheeks didn't help either. If one hadn't looked closely enough, they might have overlooked the dark stain within the fabric of his dark robes, which he was wearing, again breaking you out of your delusion of a knight in shining armour.

He bore a bow and arrows instead of a broad sword that was fastened to his belt, and they were so heavily bloodied that you started to wonder if he was the source of the screams that had previously resounded throughout the forest.

"My lady."

He spoke while crouching on one knee, his voice sounding slightly out of breath. He had one hand behind his back and the other extended towards you, encouraging you to embrace it. His fingers were encased in thick leather gloves, and you could see the tiny blotches of blood that had been splattered across them, leaving you to wonder from whom the blood had come from despite having an answer to your inquiry. Your breathing quickened as you strained to compose your thoughts and attempted to block out the nauseating smell of blood as you cautiously approached him.

As you drew nearer to him, you could make out a clump of orange hair that was smeared across his head. They had a somewhat slick texture—possibly from his excursion to the tower—but they still had a delicate feel and reminded you of the sun illustrations you would find in textbooks.

The cold sensation of the slightly wet stain stroking against your skin made you grimace a bit as you cautiously placed your fingers on his palm. He gave your hand a slight squeeze, bringing your fingers up to his lips, and then tenderly caressed your knuckles with his warm lips.

"Mon chevalier."

"Childe is just fine, My Lady."

"Childe."

You murmured his name tentatively, your voice faltering slightly as you gazed at the man kneeling beneath you. His hand is still firmly clasped around yours as he peers up at you with expectation, his eyes once again bringing this unhinged feeling of fear to raise within your throat.

"The depth of my gratitude for you is beyond words. You saved my life, and I appreciate it."

You cautiously lowered yourself until your knees were in contact with the tower's cold cement floor as his smile appeared to grow at your remarks. As you were both standing at the same height, your eyes converged.

"My family and I will make sure that we grant your one cherished request as a means of expressing my gratitude."

You prayed to God that his desire would not be for marriage. To a certain extent, he gave off the impression of being a rather sweet man, but you could tell that he was not your typical man. Not from his appearance, attitude, or seeming lack of regret for his actions toward others.

As though his sole objective was to conquer everything around him.

"Your hand in marriage is what I am longing for, My Princess."

You reached out with a trembling hand to capture the edge of his cheeks before tilting in to give him a gentle kiss on the temple and brushing his soft ginger hair away from his forehead. Childe lets go of your other hand, allowing you to place your free hand on the opposite side of his face, just about holding his head within the grasp of your hands.

As you open your mouth to speak, you make every effort to prevent any sign of weakness from coming through in your voice. Although your efforts were futile.

"Your wish is my command."

Before stooping to rest your forehead against his, you murmured while tightly closing your eyes. You can feel his gloved fingers encircling yours and his smile contorting into a grin without having to look at him. His happiness practically glows off him much like a beam of light.

Childe was a man on a conquest.

Between his conquest yesterday and the brisk warm feeling of your fingers against his face, he felt on top of the world.

You are his conquest.

He has put too much effort into winning you, and he won't let anyone sever his relationship with you.

Ever.

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madewithspice · 2 years

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Hcs with Yandere Reiner and Eren x reader who’s not into them? Reader got spunk and finds away to get away with them.

Warning: violence, gaslighting, manipulation

Sorry if the ending was not what you wanted. I just kept writing and it ended based on my mood at the time.

Sorry it’s been so long and I really couldn’t get Reiners hcs done and I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer. Sorry again.

Yandere Eren :

Eren is the type to act sweet and protective until you reject him. As soon as he hears the word “no” everything turns red and the chivalry turns into extreme possessiveness. He will not share and god help anyone who thinks he will, including you.

He convinces himself that you only rejected him because you don’t understand that he’s the only one who can protect you so he will keep asking until he explodes in an aggressive bout and now “YOU BELONG TO ME, OKAY?!!”

The more you fight him on it, the more he loses his shit and that fiery temper is what made you realise you need to get away before he completely snaps. After getting your own thoughts off your chest, you decided you needed to leave. Your choice of hiding away at your mutual friend’s house was not a good one as Eren pounded and threatened to break down the door at 2am.

He finally left after you threatened to call the police, giving you time to completely disappear from his life. But everyone you called or texted for help was either busy or refused to do so. After hours of panicking about what to do, you got a text from a coworker who was willing to be your chevalier.

Your heartbeat matched the volume of your footsteps as you head over to the one saviour you could find, hands shaking with every breath you take. The paranoia slowly seeping into your mind and body, becoming one with you.

Something just didn’t feel right but if you didn’t get away now then you’ll never do, right? Being stuck with this Eren, the horrible Eren, the one you never knew was underneath that caring persona, being with him would be worse.

The cries behind the ajar door stopped you from entering. A deep breath and your trembling hands push the door completely open. Shock froze you in place as the scene unfolds before you. Your coworker was almost unrecognisable with the swelling of his face and Eren even more so unrecognisable with his bared teeth and the murderous aura he was emitting.

Any remains of the Eren you once knew immediately died as you watch him take his bloodied fists to your coworker. You watch in horror as blood drips from his knuckles, the air filled with the sound of fists connecting with bones, a metallic tinge filling your nostrils. You couldn’t even recognise your coworker anymore, his face all black and blue, body limp with the occasional wheeze coming from him.

The crazed look in Eren’s eyes made him seem almost inhumane. As if a demonic entity had taken over such an angelic face, contorting it to become as ugly as the inside was.

“See what you made me fucking do?” he says lifting up his red-stained hands to bring attention to them. His voice was surprisingly calm for the scenario that had just unfolded. “This is your fault, you know. Why are you so fucking difficult? Why do you make me punish you? Do you want me to punish you?” The questions wormed their way in, permeated into the corners of your mind.

You did this. You created this monster. Your loved ones got hurt because of you.

No. No way. It wasn’t you. You didn’t hurt anyone. You didn’t beat anyone.

Eren is not sane. He did this. Not you. Him.

But why did he? Because of you. So it’s your fault. You made him. It’s all your fault.

The voices argued back and forth for what seemed like eternity. Until the sirens snap you out of it. Somehow you gathered the energy to run as Eren lunged for you. The adrenaline pushing your body further than you thought was possible. You felt his fingers brush against your hair… fuck he’s close, someone save me. Anyone, just save me. Get me out of here. Please.

In an instant your body collides with something and you’re pressed against the wall. You scream in fear he has you until you hear the reassurance from the officer. “You’re safe now. Don’t worry, we got him”.

You sit in the back of a police car watching Eren defiantly fight against being restrained. Curses and threats being flung into the air.

You prayed you would never have to see him again, finally being able to breathe easy.

- Kiki.

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lorei-writes · 3 months

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No matter how hard I break my head, I can't seem to figure this out, so... Help me come up with some posting order?

Help would be greatly appreciated <3

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vanikolya · 2 years

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Hi there i saw that requests are open and that you write for Vanitas no Carte so can i request Vanitas x yandere and jealous fem reader who is human? I would love it to be nsfw ❤️

cw: none

reader info: she/her, human

notes: heya! thanks for your request <3 I'm sorry but i don't write nsfw, so this is just sfw with at most nsfw implied! ALSO IM SORRY IF ITS BAD :((

vanitas with a yandere s/o

i'm gonna be honest, he probably does something on purpose to get a reaction out of you; excessively flaunting the mark he has from jeanne to tease her, for one- although in this case that really would have only been teasing

despite this he'd still be surprised and maybe even amused to actually see you get jealous, he thought maybe you'd see through it and go "oh, it's just vanitas being vanitas and taking the piss again"

however your roles are quickly reversed when the two of you are alone later, you with the upper hand, and i'm sorry but, have you seen vanitas? the attitude of a power bottom, but he's still a bottom nonetheless

so he absolutely lets you take control in your jealous state, teasing about it all the same but after all, isn't this still exactly what he wanted, to purposefully rile you up?

kiss him to shut him up 🙄

you may not be able to mark him in the same way as a vampire, but he will still proudly wear hickeys just as he had done to tease you with jeanne's mark

you're both tighly wound around the others finger; he can make you jealous just like that, but then again he only does so because of how you "punish" him for it

which im assuming would also be an enjoyable experience for you, to put him in his place

mutual gain jealousy i suppose?

"oh but don't hurt jeanne tho that mark really was an accident 🤪" meanwhile you're stood by the knife cabinet wondering just how bad it would be if luca's chevalier just disappeared one day 🙄

#vanitas no shuki #vanitas headcanons #vanitas x reader #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte headcanons #vanitas no carte #vanitas hcs #vnc #vnc vanitas #vnc headcanons

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articdelilah · 1 year

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❀ Requests: Closed ❀

Asks: Open!

Welcome Dove to my blog!! My name is Delilah and I’m so happy to see you here. I write fanfics and overall here for a good time 🕊️ Don’t be shy to request anything!!

If you like my work and want to become a frequent child on my blog (and also to help me keep track of who is who), at the end of your request ask to have your very own emoji!! Putting this at the end of every request you give me afterwards, I’ll remember you!!

If perhaps you want to be tagged in my posts, DM me or comment your user and which character posts you’d like to be tagged in!!

❀ Blog rules:

Please be kind + patient

Reblogging my work is 100% okey! Just please don’t post it on other platforms without my knowledge/credit!

If I don’t get to your request, I apologise in advance!! Life is busy sometimes.

Even if you do submit, Its not 100% I’ll write it. Characters such as Leon, Jin etc are harder for me to write since I haven’t interacted with them a lot in my play throughs therefore I may not write them often.

I haven’t yet played all the routes in Ikemen Prince and therefore will write about what I already know about the characters.

While I won’t write full smut (yettttt), some of my work may be a little spicy or suggestive. Whoever reads my work is fully responsible of their action to read it!

I’m not able to write more than 4 characters in one post so please be specific who you want to write about! (Unless you don’t mind that is)

I may not always stay fully on topic. Thats just a me problem tho :)

Not a rule but I may not stick to a consistent layout because I forget it :,(

I will only write for Ikèmen Prince!

(I know it’s inconvenient I’m sorry!!)

❀ What I will do:

1. X readers

2. Child!readers (highly encouraged!)

3. Fluff

4. Angst (highly encouraged!)

5. Romantic relationships

6. Platonic relationships

7. LGBTQ+

8. Headcanons and scenarios

9. Light smut

10.Obsessive/Yandere themes

11.Male/non-binary/female readers

❀ What I will not do:

1. Smut (sorry!)

2. Hardcore Nsfw

3. Ocs

4. Incest, stepcest etc

5. Poly relationships

6. Any ships between two canon characters (mainly because most of them are brothers anyways)

7. A lot of gore and violence

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The doves who make this blog a true home! Thank you so much to you and your requests!🕊️

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❀Tag-list❀

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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I saw that you're writing for Ikepri now so I want to make a request! So if you don't mind could I have some yandere hcs for Chevalier, Leon, Sariel and Nokto? Thank you and hope you're having a great day!

Yandere IkePri Headcanons: Chevalier, Leon, Nokto + Sariel

More Yandere IkePri Headcanons

I'm so excited to finally translate this! Thank you so much for the ask! Cut for length, and tagging @delicateikemenmemes and @leonardhoee since they were excited for this.

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sex and other sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the [#not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Warnings: Yandere content, collaring [Sariel], violence, unhealthy mindsets, sexual themes, delusional thoughts, cursing

Chevalier Michel

Yandere Chevalier has a better grip on himself in terms of his emotions. He knows what he's doing is irrational

He'd do anything to keep you in a pretty little tower, trapped and all who see you are those he allows to see you as he watches your every move

He can't let you distract him, he's a busy man after all, day and night. If he were near you at any point in the day, he'd get no work done at all, as all his focus would be on you

His neglect works in his benefit since it makes you desperate for his touch, for him to be around you, for him to talk to you. You're unsure of yourself when

You're blinded by the thought of him that you don't notice him killing off the people you love

No one truly knows what happened to you. All that was said that Chevalier Michel was chosen as King by the Belle, and she was to be his Queen in the future

You don't fight against Chevalier. Why would you? He gave you everything you ever wanted… At least that's the excuse that you make for yourself

You became docile with Chevalier around. You did your duties as he ordered, but deep down, your obedience was the result of his threats

The Bloody Tiger was known to snap the necks of anyone who attempted to dethrone the Queen. Coats and coats soaked in blood, but he'd always change into a new one before having tea with you

If you kept quite, you'd keep your tiger tame and the people of your country safe. That's how Chevalier planned it to be, after all… His precious Queen with an undeniable caring heart for him, just for him…

Leon Dompteur

Yandere Leon is best to be classified as a delusional, dramatic bitch with a heavy emphasis on delusional

Sure, he's dramatic in the sense that he takes your reactions out of proportions but his delusions take it a step further

You don't get it. He's the only prince in this fairytale, protecting you from the horrors of a forsaken kingdom

What he wants is exactly what you want, and his desires are absolute. In his eyes, you have no idea what you're talking about

In any instance that anyone gets in the way of your relationship, he's administrating the punishment

The last person who insulted you was the wife of a duke, and he did not hesitate to behead the woman where she stood. He's not off on a killing spree, but if you were ever criticised, he would wage war without hesitation

Leon has no care for your duties as Belle. If your safety required him to be king, then so be it. He'll rip the crown off his own brother if that is what he must do

He's generally conscious of your opinions, but he can't take the silent treatment for you. He needs to hear you, he needs you to comfort him. Most nights in his bed would be Leon begging you to praise him, to tell him he's right and that you love him

He keeps you in the general vicinity of his area, where he can physically see you which are his office, his bedroom and wherever he's dining. Any books from the library would be delivered to you once you made your choice

He knows you don't like what he's doing, but it's the right thing. It's only way to keep you safe and that's what matters. To him, there's no reason for him to pursue his ambitions without you by his side

Nokto Klein

Yandere Nokto doesn't notice his spiral in madness. At first, he notices his disdain for women besides you, having no lust for them, nor desire to find comfort in them

He kept imagining you, seeing you in everything he did. It was maddening to him, it pissed him off beyond belief at what power you held over him

He grew to like- no, he grew to need it. Your constant attention on him, he needed that. He needed you under him in his bed at times he woke up from dreams lusting about you

Of course, he had to answer to his older brothers of his lack of work. It was then he realised how much he changed, the moment he wielded his sword against Chevalier for suggesting to keep you away from the castle

Nokto takes it into his own accord to take you for himself. With no objection from his brothers, it was easy to claim you as his own, that is, until you announce his side as the rightful faction for King

He doesn't care about being the King in the first place. He just needs you. He needed you to keep him sane, so please… just believe him won't you?

He forbids you from meeting his twin brother. He doesn't want to be compared, neither should there be another man in your focus except for him

He doesn't harm you nor chain you, but your body is sore from the many nights that he hasn't had his fill of you. Every night he takes you, desperate to feel every inch of your body pressed against his…

It's no surprise that all you end up knowing was Nokto's bedroom. It was your home now, with everything delivered at beck and call to you

Fighting against Nokto is hopeless in the end. Even though many reign authority over him, Nokto was still a prince that could have any of your beloveds accused of treason without hesitation… So, just accept him. It's easier that way…

Sariel Noir

Yandere Sariel is cruel, if not crueler than you'd ever imagine. It's a shame how you ended up in such fuckery in the first place

Sariel is one who the princes, despite their status, cannot defy. It's no wonder that he's their advisor, and of course, as their trusted advisor he deserved that compensation

No one bat an eye that he chose you as his reward. No one could say anything against him after all, he is meant to be the one who is most loyal to the King

Sariel allows you to roam as much as you like, of course, there are consequences for every step that you take

Any other man that purposefully approaches you with ill intent would find themselves suffering by Sariel's knowledge of torture, begging at his feet to die

That doesn't mean you're off the hook either. His precious princess let those men come near you, and how dare you not yell for his name

You've gotten used to him using chains around the bed, just for when you're sleeping. Don't worry about any assassins, they're dead before they ever step in the room

Sariel is not above any knife play for you to know your place, but he'll always patch you up. You're too precious to leave scarred after all. He has a special collar for you, with his name etched into it

He's selfish. You're not allowed to see anyone, because you're his and that's where the line ends. He's selfish, he deserves to monopolise your entire being, whether you like it or not

He's had many long, long night ending with you on his lap, warming him moments before he finished his work. Don't give him that sad look, he'll make sure to pamper you all night, as you deserved as his precious, beloved princess…

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Yandere chevalier and licht with reader who is a distant relatives please?

Light of Life

Summary:Platonic Yan Chevalier and platonic Yan Licht. Gn! Reader. You spent your early days in the Rhodolitian court, a playmate to your cousins, Chev and Licht. Nearly twenty years later, you live in Benitoite with a life of your own.

A/N: I went from having zero ideas for this, to three hundred ideas for this 😂 there is no in between.

CW: yandere, unhealthy relationships, major character death, allusions to death by drinking, kidnapping, blood mentions

Chevalier often wondered if Licht remembered. Remembered that there was a time they had spent together. That they had shared each other's company quite frequently. That they could have almost been considered friends.

Your father was the fallen beast's youngest brother, Chevalier and Licht's uncle. Your mother was one of his many mistresses, a noble merchant woman from Benitoite. Your father never got over his own beastly ways, and often tried to claim that you were not his, despite the clear resemblance. But considering you were his only child, and he had yet to wed, you remained at the court like any other noble child.

You were Licht's age. Chev would often see the two of you playing for hours. He couldn't remember when, but at some point, you had noticed that he would hang around the two of you.

"You should play with us!" You excitedly said, handing him a piece of paper and a couple coloring supplies.

Chevalier had scoffed, but it wasn't long before the three of you were all coloring together, you and Licht chattering endlessly, Chev silently listening.

It was a peaceful thing. And the three of you seemed happy with the arrangement. From them on, all of yours and Licht's playtimes included Chev. Usually he was just sitting quietly, but he would add something here and there. It was nice. You weren't scared of him, and neither was Licht, with you by his side. He could consider this one of his happiest moments.

Of course he could never have a good thing for long. After two years of this, when you were about 7 or 8, your father went a step too far, and even the fallen beast could no longer ignore his actions. He was disgraced and banned from the court. He took the opportunity to quickly marry your mother, and move the three of you to her estates in Benitoite.

No longer were Licht and Chevalier seen talking, let alone in proximity. He knew Licht was just as devastated as he was, but what was the point of discussing it? Your father was a menace to the throne, and the Rhodolite global position was shaky as it was. No point in them discussing something so pointless or juvenile.

….

You are cordially invited to the Coronation Ball of his Majesty, King Chevalier,

You had to reread the letter multiple times. You knew your father was a Rhodolitian royal, your mother had told you so, but you were pretty certain he was no longer welcome there. And, even though he had drunk himself to death three years ago, by extension, you were not welcome there.

You thanked your attendant, and stood to find your mother. This had to be some sick joke. Despite a childhood of play with him, you'd heard that Prince, or King now, Chevalier was a heartless bastard, and the only thing that could scare Obsidian. Maybe this was his idea of a joke. Or perhaps it was a reminder of what your father could have had. Not that you cared about what that monster could have had. Your mother had taught you everything she knew, and now you were both very successful, even without a gluttonous beast with delusions of grandeur.

You knocked on the door to your mother's office, knowing full well she was probably in a meeting. But a letter from a king of a nation was something worth interrupting for.

"Come in."

You entered the room, and froze immediately, bowing deeply before Prince Silvio.

"Your highness," you greeted.

"Y/N," he said with a grin, "just the one I wanted to see. I've just finished with your mother, and I was hoping to discuss a beneficial deal with you."

"Mutually beneficial, I hope," you grinned, stifling a giggle as you watched your mother grimace at your familiarity with the Prince.

He held a hand to his chest in mock shock.

"Naturally! I would never seek to cheat the great Y/N!"

"And yet, I can never play cards with you, for that very reason," you smirked.

With a jingle, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, escorted you out of the office, and into your gardens.

When you were both certain you were alone, Silvio sat on a bench and patted the seat next to him. You sat next to him, and rested your head on his shoulder, not even really thinking about it. He threaded his fingers with yours, the rings cold and metallic, but his hand warm and gentle.

"So this deal I'm offering,"

"Mhmm…"

"Potentially, you could receive a kingdom."

Your cheeks began to warm, but you tried to keep your cool.

"I'm listening."

"Regardless of whether or not you get one, you would still receive countless riches, access to a myriad of wealthy trade connections, and the chance to see the world whenever you wished."

You tilted your head, and looked up at him with a thoughtful expression.

"This sounds like an excellent deal for me. But what could you possibly expect me to give you in exchange for this deal?"

"You," he said confidently, a huge grin on his face.

You pursed your lips, before saying, "I'd need to discuss this with my business partner before I agree to it."

"I understand, but I'm certain I can convince your mother that this is indeed an advantageous deal."

"And, a trade of this magnitude would need to be cosigned by His Royal Highness, Prince Silvio Ricci."

"I've already spoken to him," he snorted. "He has concerns about your cheek, and seemingly endless ability to get yourself into trouble, but aside from that, he'll willingly co sign any papers we draw up on the matter."

You grinned at him. "Then I suppose I accept your deal."

"As if I'd give you a choice," he said with a smirk, before cupping your face, and kissing you tenderly, like you were the most precious jewel he'd ever beheld.

That such a hard man could be so soft…it just made your fall for him all the harder.

When he separated from you, he nuzzled his nose against yours.

"I'm certain you got a letter concerning King Chevalier's coronation ball," he ceased nuzzling noses, and began kissing along your jawline.

"Mhmm," you said, tilting your head to give him more space, "I'm certain it was a mistake or a joke."

"Believe it or not, Y/N, the people of the court quite liked you and your mother, even if they thought your father was a gluttonous beast. My sources say many of them have been trying to bring you both back."

You groaned, and swatted at him when he snickered. He pulled his face away, only to wrap you in his arms.

"Now that we've made our deal, there's no way I'd let 'em take you back. Still," he nibbled your earlobe playfully before continuing, "I propose we use the event to announce our new deal to the public."

"Rhodolite would quite like the honor of being the first to hear," you groaned.

"Correct, and a cousin of the king, albeit a disgraced cousin," you pinched his side, and he pinched yours back, "Well, let's just say that the people of Benitoite would appreciate having a further tie with Rhodolite that would keep the bloody beast at bay."

"And here I thought I was special to you," you pouted.

"So needy," he muttered, but you could hear his grin. "Perhaps this will help."

He adjusted his position, and pulled out an ornate box. You opened it, revealing a gaudy locket with and S engraved on it, next to it was a matching, gaudy ring, with a huge green diamond on it.

"Did you seek to buy me, Prince Silvio?" You laughed, slipping the ring on your finger.

"You can be unpredictable at times, so if I had to," he trailed off, putting the locket around your neck, and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

He stood up, bowed deeply, before saying, "I will see you at the ball, my love."

You bowed your head in response, and he sauntered off. You laughed happily to yourself, clutching your new locket fondly.

….

Licht sat still as a statue as Yves brushed some powder into his face.

"There. You look perfect," Yves said happily, buzzing around in excitement.

As the Obsidianite crown prince would be in attendance, it meant the suspicious looks would be on him, and not Yves for once. And Yves was buzzing with excitement over being able to attend.

Licht was about to compliment his look, as Yves started to mess with his hair for the fifth time, when Nokto strolled into the room like he owned the place.

"My darling brother, have I got some news for you!"

He sat himself on Yves' bed, and crossed his leg with the confidence of one who knew he was winning.

"I don't care," Licht said plainly.

"Oh, you will, because it has to do with your childhood playmate."

Licht stiffened. He only vaguely remembered you, but what he did remember was that you brought happiness with you. He was devastated when you'd left the court, and had cried to both Nokto and Sariel about it for days, hoping they could bring you back.

"Luckily for you, my information is free. I'm not completely heartless," Nokto said with a sigh.

"Our darling cousin Y/N L/N has risen through the Benitoitian ranks, and will be in attendance at the coronation ball this evening," he gave Licht a pointed look. "If I were you, I'd find a way to get them to stay this time. Have a great night!"

Nokto finished with an upbeat laugh, and sauntered out of the room.

Now at the ball, Licht and Yves stood together, making small talk with a countess, as the announcer called various names.

At length, the announcer said, "Prince Silvio Ricci, Prince of Benitoite, and his fiance, Y/N L/N, Firstborn to Ginevra L/N."

The glass in Licht's hand shattered as he looked in the direction of the entrance, and saw you on Silvio's arm.

….

Chevalier watched coldly as you and Silvio made your way over to give him your congratulations. Even from here, he could see Silvio's stink all over you. The glittering suitcoat with a cinched waist and flared bottom, the gaudy golden locket, the huge ring on your finger, it was as though Silvio hoped to display his ownership over you. Not that he was smart enough to even realize that's what he was doing.

And you. You must be more of a fool than he remembered if you said yes to the merchant prince. But you could learn. It wouldn't be too hard to bring you back to Rhodolite where you belonged.

You and Silvio both bowed deeply before him.

"Thank you for your invitation, your highness. My mother also sends her well wishes, as she fell ill before we could make the trip," you said.

Chevalier simply nodded and turned his piercing gaze to Silvio, who was grinning like the fool he was.

"My congratulations, King Chevalier. May your reign be long, and prosperous for both our nations."

"Hm," Chevalier responded, before turning back to you. "I am greatly pleased that you could make the trip."

"Really?" You seemed startled. Had you truly forgotten?

He internally sighed. Just because his father had birthed multiple geniuses and prodigies, didn't mean it was all that common. You were, although brilliant and successful, normal.

"I told you, treasure, they're trying to steal you from me," Silvio snickered as he nibbled playfully on your neck.

Chevalier had to resist the urge to run him through right there. How dare he think he was worthy of you? Worthy of the light that, even now, he could see emanating off of you.

"Silvio," you hissed, but it didn't wipe the silly smile off your face.

Chevalier clicked his tongue in disapproval, and your attention returned to him.

"I hope it's not impertinent, your majesty, but it's quite amusing to hear rumors about how big cousin Chev became a cold hearted bloody beast. I mean," you giggled, "you never looked like a cold hearted bloody beast to me."

Maybe you remembered something after all. His face split into a grin, a rare thing for him, unless you were involved.

"Don't let that grin fool you," Silvio snickered in your ear, leading Chevalier's face to sour again. "He's a vicious predator."

"Well, you definitely have me fooled," you grinned, reaching out to squeeze Chevalier's hand.

Chevalier made eye contact with Licht over your shoulder, and he imperceptibly nodded. Licht returned the nod, and made his way through the crowd.

"I hope to see you tomorrow at the breakfast."

Silvio's jaw dropped at Chev's statement, but you grinned and squeezed his hand again, before moving to return to the ballroom floor. He watched Licht intercept the two of you, and you extricating yourself from Silvio, as you wrapped Licht in a hug.

….

"Licht!"

He felt so warm, so happy. Like your hug was a drug, or a drink. If this is what Jin and Nokto were chasing on their late drunken nights, he couldn't say he blamed them.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you could come," He whispered, closing his eyes so he could imprint the memory forever in his mind.

"I'm so happy too! Honestly, I was worried you and Chev would have forgotten all about me," you laughed as you pulled away.

"You're so special, my diamond. Between the two of them, I've never heard more than ten words out of their mouths, and yet with you, they won't shut up and let me dance with you."

God, you really had to attract Silvio? He grimaced, but it quickly turned to a snicker when you elbowed Silvio in the side.

"Just for that, I'm going to dance with Licht first, while you learn how to play nice," you smirked.

Silvio pouted, but he couldn't say anything while you and Licht were making your way onto the dance floor.

"So tell me what you've been up to," you said, leading him into a twirl.

"I don't do much," he said.

"Oh please, almost twenty years have passed and you haven't done anything? I have a hard time believing that," you laughed.

"Um, well, I like horses," he said, beginning to feel shy.

"That's great!"

"I don't like carrots…"

"Who does?"

"Yves is probably my favorite brother…"

"Huh. That's not what I would have guessed. But that's alright!" You added quickly.

"What about you?"

"Oh, well, I'm engaged to Prince Silvio…"

"I heard."

"And my mother and I have some extensive trade deals going with Jade, as well as two merchants in Obsidian."

"Amazing."

"And I'm still the world champion of duck duck goose."

"No-"

"Yes!"

"I'm the world champion of duck duck goose…"

"Impossible. You're remembering wrong," you grinned, and twirled him one more time, before bowing deeply.

It was only then he realized the song had come to an end. He reached out and grabbed your hand, instinctually. You smiled softly, and gave it a squeeze.

"Save a dance for me later, okay?" You asked, just as Silvio swooped in with a loud jingle, and an arm around your waist, stealing you away just as quickly as when you left the first time.

He looked back at Chevalier again, who tilted his head towards one of the doors. Both of them made a path that way.

….

"Y/N is my fiance. We can share a damn room," Silvio snarled. Sometimes it was easy to forget, with how lovesick he was for you, that if there was something he didn't like, he could get angry quickly. Though, you couldn't say you disagreed with him in this instance.

A blond attendant had escorted you to a room, and informed you both that this was only Silvio's room. After a tense showdown between the two, he had introduced the both of you to Sariel, who was in charge of everything.

Well, almost everything.

"Your highness, I am just following instructions. If this is a major offense, please take it up with the King," Sariel sighed tiredly.

"Damn right I will," he said, storming off to search for King Chevalier.

You looked over at Sariel, who was cleaning his glasses with a lined expression.

"Your fiance is…"

"A pain in the ass?"

"I was going to say high maintenance, but…"

"It's alright. He's a pain in the ass, but he's my pain in the ass," you smiled, and Sariel seemed a little relieved.

Until he looked over your shoulder and stiffened again. You looked around and saw Chev. You opened your mouth to greet him, but he cut you off.

"You. Come."

Then he turned around and walked away. You turned back to Sariel, and he sighed.

"You better follow him, or he'll send an escort."

You quickly ran after him. You caught up, and attempted to tell him Silvio was looking for him, but he couldn't hear you. Giving up, and letting the silence linger, you walked through hall after hall, until he reached a room, and walked inside.

You followed, and sat in the chair in front of his desk when he waved you in that direction.

He pulled out a form and started to fill it out.

"As of this moment, I am reinstating you into the Rhodolitian court. Until we can get you housing, you will be staying with Prince Licht-"

"I'm sorry," You raised your hand, "I'm confused. I didn't ask to be-"

"It will take some time to transfer your belongings over, so perhaps it would be easier to replace them, unless there is something of sentimental value-"

"Wait, but-"

"I'm sure it won't take long for the merchants of Rhodolite to accept you among them, and help you adjust, seeing as they already are well aware of your capabilities-"

"Your majesty!" You cried. "I'm not sure where you got the information, but I'm not interested in moving back to Rhodolite."

"I assure you, the reintegration process will not be difficult, but if you are concerned, I can give you a document with my full endorsement-"

"I don't need your endorsement, because I'm not moving to Rhodolite. No offense, but I don't belong here anymore. Besides. I like it in Benitoite. They don't discriminate by birth. I've earned everything I have there, and people acknowledge that."

You thought back to Prince Silvio, and your cheeks warmed, before you quickly shook him from your head.

"So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm grateful that you think so highly of me, Your majesty, but I think I will be remaining in Benitoite."

King Chevalier said nothing, just stared at you with his cold pointed glare.

"I assure you, Rhodolite is far better for you than anything Benitoite has to offer."

"Your highness, my mother and her family are in Benitoite. I'm engaged to Prince Silvio! I've signed documents of loyalty to him-"

"If the issue is that you are desperate to marry, I can find you someone worthy-"

"It's not that I'm desperate to marry!" You threw your hands up, exasperated. "It's that I love the man I'm engaged to!"

"He is a fool."

"Well, so am I."

The two of you glared at each other, until the door opened behind you, and startled you. You turned to look, and saw a very sweaty, and blood drenched Licht, looking directly at Chev. Chev tossed him a towel, and crossed his arms expectantly.

Licht wiped his sword off on the towel, avoiding eye contact, as he said, "Late this evening, around three in the morning, Prince Silvio Ricci left for Benitoite earlier than anticipated to prepare a surprise gift for his fiance. His carriage was stopped by bandits in Jade, and his body was found in the river three days later."

You stiffened, your skin growing cold.

"What?"

"His fiance, overcome with grief, lost all will to continue going, so their royal cousin, Prince Licht Klein, offered to care for them in his estate. And the bloody beast, whether out of strategy, politics, or perhaps a spot of kindness in his frozen heart, agreed to reinstate Y/N L/N back into the Rhodolitian court."

Chevalier pulled out a sheet of paper, and spoke as he began to write.

You sat, still as the dead, jaw agape. Licht resheathed his sword and knelt before you, gently taking your hands in his.

"This is going to be better for you."

You slowly took your hands back, face contorting into a look of pure horror.

"Why?" You whispered. "Why!" You cried loudly before standing up and running out of the room…

…And straight into Sariel.

He grabbed your arm, and looked directly at Chev.

"Your majesty, I think Y/N is a little tired. I'm escorting them to their room." As he "escorted" you out, he whispered in your ear,

"Just go along with whatever he says. It'll be better for the people you love, and, I promise, one day you'll adjust."

You didn't get a chance to respond as you reached your room, were pushed inside, and left alone as you heard the lock click behind you. You dazedly walked over to the bed and sat down, staring at yourself in the mirror on the wall.

Your hand slowly came up to the locket resting on your collarbone. You gently fingered the S, and the events of the last hour finally caught up to you.

You curled up on your side, clutched the locket, and sobbed.

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onceonafullmoon · 11 months

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Masterlist:

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Bsd:

Dazai x Fem! Reader (Dreams of the past and coffee in the morning)

Yandere Dazai x Reader (Atropine (Whenever I look at you))

DSP/ Funamusea:

Sullivan x Reader HCs

Yandere Wadanohara HCs

Yandere Yagi HCs

Yandere Great Witch HCs

Yandere Fumus x Reader (The path to you was led with Aconite)

Ivlis x Reader (If the devil saw you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent)

Yandere Lil x Reader (Protector)

Blue Lock:

Sae x Reader (Misunderstandings)

Sae x Reader (Happy Accidents)

Rin x Reader (Guessing game)

Convos with Rin Part 2 Part 3

Isagi x Fem! Reader (Flirtation)

IkePri:

Clavis x Reader (You only cut me when you scream in the mirror)

Yan!Chevalier x Fem! Reader x Yan! Gilbert (A marionette’s ball)

Persona 5:

General Relationship HCs w/ Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Haru

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omkookie · 10 months

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Where has he done wrong?

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere!Chevalier, Implied Noncon/Rape, Mentioned dead body + Imprisonment, The reader is crumbling apart.

“No! Stay away from me!” You screamed at him, not knowing that you were bringing back memories of when he was a child, and his mother did the same exact thing. Chevalier remembers it all. Every time his mother had a meltdown, every time she was in hysterics… He remembers it all far too well, and seeing you like her left a bad taste in his mouth.

Where has he done wrong?..

Imprisoning you was an awful thing that no human could take, but Chevalier did it all for your safety… The women of Rhodolite’s royal court were all doomed to die, and suffer a cruel fate. His mother was proof of that, and so were all of the other women the late king had fancied. He didn’t want you to suffer like them. As a result, he did his best to prevent it.

He protected you from all of the malice in court, He eliminated all threats… He even got rid of spies sent here by that eye patch bastard who wanted to keep track of you.

Locking you in his room for so long, isolating you from all the others was the right thing.

The others were dangerous to you. He knew far too well from the countless number of assassins that he cut down. You would not be safe near people. A simple commoner amongst nobles would be shunned, Treated with disrespect and disregarded even if she was the future Queen. He did everything to protect you.

He almost cut Leon down for you. Nearly starting a war with the domestic faction, because his foolish brother tried to meddle with your business.

How were you mentally unstable?

Why did you end up so afraid of him?

Despite the countless books that he’s read and knowledge that he has, he can’t comprehend your situation… Or he refuses to. Maybe his mind didn’t want to admit that everything he did to you was wrong and inhumane, even monster-like.

He looks down at his feet in frustration, before he moves towards your curled up body. You were sobbing on the floor, your cries refusing to die down even when you felt him wrap his arms around you. In fact, you were probably crying harder now because he touched you.

He holds you close to him, petting your head like you were some child he had to comfort, and he lets out a sigh. “Get yourself together, Simpleton.”

It’s an order.

Everything that leaves his mouth is an order.

You bit your lip, trying to muffle your cries, but tears continued streaming down your face. “You’re a monster!” You somehow rasp those horrible words out between tears. His arms around you tighten as he is once again reminded of his mother.

She said the same things.

“Enough.” He picks you up, carrying you over to the bed on which he throws you down mercilessly. “Don’t do it! Don’t touch me!” You scream at him whilst trying to scratch and hit him. All of your resistance was merely because you didn’t know what love was.

He’s sure of it.

You don’t know what it’s like to love someone as much as he loves you. You don’t know what it’s like to harbor such affection and feelings. You were clueless. So clueless, that he’d have to teach you. He’d have to keep you here, in the confines of his room until your mental state improved enough for him to take you out and present you as his Queen. You’d have to stay in his room and study. Inform yourself enough to make yourself a smart woman who is suitable to stay by his side. Knowledge is power, and while you are in his room you have more than enough time to obtain that power.

You’ll come to terms with your feelings sooner or later, and realize that you do love him.

You’ll love him.

And for now, he’ll indulge in your body to show his love for you physically.

When you do come to that realization that you love him he’ll forgive you for all of your childishness. For behaving like his mother.

He strips, taking his sweet time to peel his clothes off as you quit thrashing and simply lay on the bed motionless. What was to come has happened enough times for you to know that it’s hopeless. You can’t do anything against him. Compared to Chevalier, you were weak. Weak, fragile… frail…. A gentle little bunny who could not fight back against a beast.

Looking up at the ceiling, you tried to ignore the stench of blood in the air, as well as the slayed body of your maid on the floor. This was the consequence of getting caught by Chevalier. Anyone who tried to help you was brutally murdered in his flashy cold-blooded style.

He gets on top of you, and you simply avert your eyes towards the bookshelves, Not wanting to see his face. You stare at the colorful book covers as his hands unbutton your plain white dress, and his fingers deftly take off your underwear. “It wasn’t so difficult to stop crying now, was it?” He asks, making you feel the urge to kick him. He sighs while throwing your dress to the side, finally stripping you bare before him.

His lips are on your neck in an instant, and he sucks another harsh bruise amongst the countless number of hickies littering your collarbone, neck and chest. You don’t grace him with a response, and he doesn’t look too bothered by it.

Even if he once considered love a worthless and unnecessary emotion, he could not deny that it had turned into a motivator for him. A motivator to work hard, expand the kingdom, and strengthen Rhodolite’s relationship with its neighbors. He wanted to work hard just for you, Maybe to impress you… Maybe to make you proud. Maybe, all he wanted all these years was love? which he never received, so he decided it was a useless thing.

But you can give him that love now, right? Sooner or later, you’ll give him your affection and attention. Only for now… he’ll resort to receiving your affection physically, as you don’t even dare to look at him.

What an odd twist of fate. Is it because of Chevalier’s mother that he turned out to be so screwed?

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violettduchess · 2 years

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Tag list /Requests

Hello and welcome 💜

Tagging: If you would like to be tagged in any future fics, please let me know! You can DM me or reply here. Please specify if you want to be tagged in everything or just one specific series.

Requests: Please check and see whether or not requests are open. Anything sent while they are closed will not be answered.

Which suitors do I write?

Ikeprince 👑: Leon, Gilbert, Keith, Silvio, Luke, Chevalier, Clavis, Licht, Sariel, Cyran, Carlo, Walter, Matthias

Ikevamp 🩸: Leonardo, Comte, Mozart, Faust, Napoleon, Theodorus, Arthur, Vlad, Isaac, Jean, Vincent, Dazai

Requests are fulfilled at my discretion, as is the order they are written.

Anything I don't write?

Explicit smut

Incenst/ Dubcon / Noncon/ Underage / Yandere

Requests are Reader x Suitor or Suitor POV

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starshiningsirius · 3 years

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Our adorable little junior (Yandere Vice dorm heads x reader)

The dorm heads aren't open to compromise as much as the vice dorm heads who are more civil. Surprisingly I can't find any yandere fics with all the vice dorm heads simping for one darling. Despite them being more scary, manipulative, and having more husband material.

I thank @writer-akihiko for the inspiration I had in the middle of the night to bring you this.

Color coded speaking habits are based off dorm colors and what tumblr had, so keep that in mind.

💝💗HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💗 💝

It all started with you wobbling through the courtyard only to bump into someone. They held on to your shoulders to keep you from falling to the floor immediately.

"Woah there! Y/n? What's up with you? You were weaving back and forth through the courtyardwith every step. Your not sick are you?" A slightly worried or rather maybe that was in your head to call it slight, maybe that was a illusion in your mixed up head.

You looked up to see a tuft of green hair with a pair of glasses that reflected golden eyes, and an unmistakable clover on his cheek.

"Ah Trey, no I was just studying for magical history a bit too late last night and now I'm --" Has Trey always felt this warm and soft? What ever the case it made him the perfect pillow as you slumped over toward him, which startled him for a second before he heard your soft snores and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Geez don't scare me like that, it's rather worrisome that you'd fall asleep like that out of nowhere." He held her up a bit more to have her leaning on him as support. He was able to see the calm sleeping expression you had on your face.

"Still so naive though, if it was any other guy how do you think they'd react to such a vulnerable girl in this situation." He had a faint blush on his cheeks as he pushed up his glasses and made his way to Heartsbyul with you in tow before lunch would be over.

Thankfully he made a few sweets yesterday giving you one would give you a bit more energy not to mention the look on your face that would light up would be worth it.

The next day Rook had approached you after classes. Before you could say any sort of greeting he dragged you off to Pomeifore without providing an explanation. When you both arrived tea was already made for some reason, and small treats like macaroons were set in the lounge.

"Mon chérie I heard from Rose Chevalier that your in need of some assistance in magical history, I could be of aid to you." She contemplated his words, wondering who he was talking about before immediately assumed Trey. That made sense as they were both in the science club.

The offer he made did sound very tempting, she needed as much help as she could get.

"Yes please I'll be in your care Rook-senpai!" That short phrase did send a few butterflies in his stomach.

She was just as cute as when she slept at night. He did take a few pictures without your knowledge and managed to distribute them out to the others but there were these other expressions he saved in his head that were exclusive for him to see.

The radiant smile and look of triumph you showed toward him when you understood the concept he told you about. It was much more lively, he couldn't choose what he liked more the vibrancy of your smile or the vulnerability of your sleeping expression. Either were just fine afterall you were such beautiful person one that could do anything and would still have shown its beauty in his eyes.

That ended another day for you.

The next had you struck with some bad luck. As your pocket had gained a hole in it. Whatever money you had for lunch had been lost too. If you traveled back to your dorm all the good stuff would be gone, but it would be better than starving so you left the cafeteria. On the way in the halls you saw Jade who inquired where you were off to when lunch just started.

You told him your dilemma and he told you to follow him. After walking all the way to Octanivelle in silence and entering the Mostro Lounge you thought if he was going to try and convince you to sign a contract, but he only asked you to sit at a booth and wait for him.

20 minutes into lunch and he came back with some food for you both.

"Ah, Jade you didn't have to do that! I can pay you back just tell me the cost and I'll-" He leaned over a little bit and held a finger to your lips with a closed eyed smile on his face.

"It's fine, why not enjoy the meal? I made it with your tastebuds in mind. Afterwards preferably after class I can sew up the hole you mentioned." He removed his finger, but it didn't stop your face from heating up and turning red to the tips of your ears.

The reaction was cute in Jade's eyes seeing you nod obediently and take bites of the food he made with an embarrassed expression. It was all too entertaining for him, such entertainment made his heart rate accelerate rapidly and he'd keep sneaking glances while he ate himself. For it was always wonderful to bask in your presence.

Yet another day came to an end and another began. It was on this day that you didn't have to worry about lunch either. Jamil handed to you a bento box. You thanked him with a big smile on your face.

Your bright smile radiated so much energy, it looked like you genuinely appreciated his effort he put into making this. Such a smile made him pull down his hoodie a bit more to hide his blush taking over his face.

"It's not anything impressive, but since you like it just ask and I'll have lunch prepared for us everyday. It's no trouble." For you was what he meant to say. If it meant seeing such an expression again it certainly would be well worth the effort.

"Thank you Jamil! Kalim always says your food is the best I can't wait to try it!" That caught him off guard, hearing his own heart pound and feeling his face rise in temperature he thanked the great seven he wore a hoodie.

He put it over his face and waved it off saying the same response he'd have for everyone else downplaying his own capabilities, but she eagerly denied it causing even more embarrassment on his part. God another thing Jamil couldn't stand about Kalim was when he ran his mouth.

* * *

That very same day that started with luck had dropped significantly and took an opposite turn to bad. The misfortune of bumping into a few Savanclaw students whom find simple reasons to get angry whether they started it or not.

Luckily before they could throw a punch they suddenly started fighting each other for some reason. From their conversation it didn't sound like they were in control of their bodies in the first place. As soon as it started they suddenly stopped and ran off with anger for one another after embarrassing themselves.

A voice came from behind her that startled her for a split second before she recognized it.

"You've got to be more careful, Savanclaw is the dorm to avoid picking a fight with, Y/n." Ruggie came from around the corner twisting his magical pen in between his fingertips before placing it in his pocket.

Before Ruggie could chastise his junior a bit more she ran up and hugged him.

"Thank you Ruggie! If there's anything you need then I'm at your service!" He didn't hug back. For one is was abrupt and when his mind actually processed feeling your warmth radiating off you on to him, his face flared up.

His ears twitched and he tried to occupy his mind with some other thought to preoccupy which only led him to recall your words.

'Anything? Doesn't she know that prey like her shouldn't just say whatever.' He wasn't denying the fact that the offer sounded so sweetly tempting to take her up on, but with the others taking their chances with you and him low on the food chain out of the five others he knew the risk wasn't worth it.

"No it's fine just watch yourself next time. I may not be here to help all the time."

How many times had a student helped you now?

The next morning Lilia had joined you.

The thing is while Lilia was regailing an enchanting tale of his past it kept you occupied in not noticing the five other pairs of eyes that had set themselves on watching mainly you. Whether it was them keeping an eye on their dorm heads, or on their way to their own class they kept their eyes trained for as long as they could before she left their sight.

Lilia had heard the details from Ruggie and out of all the vice heads he was the most free as the others were commanded to do things by their dorm heads or were their unofficial babysitters. Lilia of course was the strongest and most capable by far out of all six of them. So he had jumped at the chance of being able to brighten up your day with many of his travel stories.

Seemed like you were spending more time with the vice prefects more than usual. Though Savanaclaw had none Ruggie was pretty much the unofficial for it.

They were reliable, more so than their dorm heads at times, that could be said for mainly Jamil, Ruggie, and Lilia. But some had proved their skills far exceeded their position and it was known to other dorms as well, like Jade, Rook, and Trey.

But with all these people who adore one so much to the point of doing anything for her, it had to go bad at some point. Obsession festers for many reasons, like worry, denial, or paranoia.

In this case its deemed worry.

The very next day you were offering sweets you made yourself to the six of them to thank them for their aid the past couple of days. They were all so happy, nothing would damper their mood for the rest of day, knowing you appreciated how much effort they put in for you. Well of course it didn't last long it didn't matter who you went to see last, mainly either Jade or Jamil, or Rook too. They were the type to pay attention to the little things. Though this time they were a bit preoccupied with their own deeds. You had found Jamil last as you assumed he'd be busy with Kalim the majority of the day. He was in the kitchen as usual fixing tomorrow's lunch for Kalim and him, and her too.

He was happy to accept the treat until he noticed how you looked. You looked like you were spent. He noticed your smile, one they adored to the point of insanity looked forced. Not to mention it looked like you were wearing make up under your eyes, in which he assumed you were tired and had to hide your eye bags.

He tried to tap you on your forearm before you could go and leave, but when you froze and winced with a petrified look, that's when he began to notice something had been wrong than what he already had imagined. He was worried seeing as the state of your expression was slight fear, but it didn't look to be of him.

When he asked her to tell him what's wrong, you asked to first be brought in private to hear the dilemma. He decided his room would be best seeing as the desert of Scarabia at night got cold.

When they both entered she immediately broke down. Usually she always seemed so positive but this was the complete opposite. He tried comforting and coaxing you into telling him what happened, so he could eventually inform the others in their group chat and eventually you did. Though it made whatever self restraint he had held back within his life snap.

You told him of how yesterday a student came up and flirted with you. You politely disregarded him, but the student didn't get the memo. He had gripped your arm tight enough to cause a bruise. That's when you kneed him in his gut and once he let go, used your leg to make his head hit the floor with a blow to the neck, successfully knocking him unconscious. You ran back to your room after that without looking back. Then you thought back to all the good deeds recently the vice heads had done, and decided you'd haven't been showing enough appreciation toward them. That's why you gave him and the others treats.

He also interpreted that he had touched you where the bruise was located and given you slight PTSD in which he apologized for his earlier actions. You probably didn't get much sleep either. You told him it was fine since he was just trying to figure out what was wrong and that you were just caught off guard. No soon after you finished your statement did he ask to see the bruise in which you received.

Slowly you took off your blazer and uncovered the bandages located where your elbow was on the inner part where the skin was softer and bone was located. That made his heart stop to see the bruise you obtained. His thoughts ran rampant with the thought of what he would do to the person who did it. Surprisingly he was never usually angry for someone else's sake but you had made it that way.

He had to put on a front for you though and he told you to stay while he got a pack of ice to ease the swelling. While away walking through the halls of his dorm he was seething with rage. One would think if someone touched him it would be the end of that person's life when he released such anger.

He started to text in the chat where all the vice dorm heads would inform each other of their encounters and Y/n's problems to find solutions. He told them to gather in Scarabia at the fountain for an urgent situation pertaining to their favorite little junior on his phone, though he would have informed them through the chat, he was more focused on getting the ice pack. They agreed to meet up in said dorm that their junior was currently in to hear the details from him himself.

When he had finally made it back to his room he found the person of their obsession in question asleep on his bed with their blazer still in the same spot and legs dangling off the bed as to not have her shoes touch the covers. Hugging his hoodie as a pillow of sorts. He would have savored this sight if not for the tear streaks that were on your face and the prominent bruise in the same spot.

He gently placed the ice pack on her arm and brushed away the stray tears and streaks with his thumb. The sight was normal for him considering Rook had distributed sleeping pictures to all of them. This was realer than any picture though. Soft breaths rhythmic breaths and silky hair like an angel.Despite that you looked to be uncomfortable seeing as the arm you were using had to replace the other one that was bruised and probably hurt to bend. He softly sighed knowing he had to get ready as the others would arrive soon and that the situation would not be pretty for the misfortune planned that ignorant person who dared lay a finger on their favorite junior would receive.

When everyone had arrived in the meeting dorm all had sour moods to be called a bit late after set curfews in two of the dorms or just the time taking away from their leisure after taking care of tasks that came with their position.

"It seems we're all gathered here now, Monsieur Multi-Compétent why have you called us here in the late hours?" Rook had a smile on his face which was normal but he was intrigued and serious about the matter at hand.

"You mentioned it's urgent regarding to our little angelfish correct?" Jade as well had his usual smile, but the slightest glimpse in his eyes had a rather invited gaze.

"You sure you couldn't have just texted it to us, it woulda saved us the trouble of coming here." Ruggie grumbled.

"I know you all are busy, but tell me did you notice something off about her today?" Jamil inquired to the other five.

"Now that you mention it when she gave me the treats she made it seemed like she was off. I was focusing on some tasks Riddle gave me so I didn't think too much of it." Trey had thought back to hearing her call out to him in a lower tone of voice.

"She didn't seem too energetic either when she gave me mine either. Sebek was a bit of a handful so I couldn't pay attention as much as I liked to her and she said she had to go give out the others." Lilia remembers asking her to stay for a little longer but she put up a facade and said she had other things to do.

The others agreed on the same notion that today she lacked her usual energetic, positive, behavior. Since their dorm heads and first years put them through the wringer today they didn't have time to think much on it. Jamil was used to dealing with Kalim's mayhem and chaos since they were children and had learned to still be skeptic even if he was exhausted or at his wit's end.

"Exactly, seems as though someone laid their dirty fingers on her the day prior and now she's a bit broken down mentally." Jamil had informed them of the situation, fully going into depth and detail seeing their facial expressions change throughout the retelling.

"Right, now I know you all want to see her, I can do that but you've gotta be quiet. She fell asleep in my room because she wanted to talk in private. She and other dorm residents are asleep so try to keep noise to a minimum."

They all had no reservations about that. He guided them to his room in which he did have some irritation toward letting them in. Thankfully he hid the picture Rook gave him so she wouldn't see it unless she looked. Slowly opening the door to see the sleeping girl, they surrounded her unsuspecting figure. They examined her for a moment taking in the sight before noticing the tear streaks on her face and the ice pack placed near her elbow.

Seeing the ice pack on her arm Rook steadily removed it to give the others a glimpse of the injury. Some of them froze while others who usually weren't so expressive of true feelings like Lilia, Trey, and Jamil had a look of anger. The ones who were more prone to dirty methods and violence like Ruggie, Jade and Rook had a look of bloodlust for the person who dared to do such a thing, despite Jamil having already saw it.

They all exited the room and ventured to the common room, closer to the outside section.

"Such a poor unfortunate soul, he doesn't even know the enemies he made."

"How foolish of them to touch something that's ours."

"Oh Rose Chevalier, you've been rather silent, no objection to such acts?"

"Don't get me wrong I'm angry, Rook. It's not as if I can stop you all from doing something horrible to some idiot. Fights happen all the time at this school."

"I'm sure I could find the idiot in no time, it's much easier to catch unsuspecting prey!"

"Since you all have your 'plans' I'll go and make a potion to rid her of that unsightly injury that foo-, I mean so she won't have to feel anymore pain."

"Since that's all finished what do you all suppose we do about her?"

"We've got to keep a better eye on her."

"Yes that much is clear, but with all of us having to be so busy all at once, going about that is rather difficult."

"Especially since she's a lot more frail, if the student were a beastmen then she probably wouldn't have gotten away."

"I propose we reveal ourselves to our angelfish. She may not like it at first, but it's clear that unless we know where she is at all times then we can't ensure her safety."

"Whose dorm is best suited to keep her there?"

"I was going to offer up my own, I'm sure your dorm heads would condemn our act of unsavory deeds, but Azul is different of course. Just let me handle all the details."

"As expected of Monsieur Mastermind, fully equipped to handle the situation."

"While that is going on, Ruggie how about you bring that cretin to Diasomnia, I'd love to have a chat with him. Don't worry I'll make sure no one is nearby to hear his fate."

"Ah, okay. Better than bringing him to my dorm and having to clean up a mess."

"Oh how about you let me in on your conversation, Monsieur Curieux, and I'll bring a few things to aid in the clean up Monsieur Dandelion!"

"Trey I need a favor."

"Depends on what the favor is?"

"I heard you can change the taste of something with your unique magic. Can you cast a spell on the potion before she drinks it? She's already suffered enough a disgusting potion is an easy fix."

"That's nothing, too complicated. Hand it over to me when it's finished once it's done."

* * *

Screams could be heard within the bounds far away from Diasomnia. Near the edge of a cliff stood three people while another person was on the ground. Burned, bruised, and battered not to mention a few broken bones, and loss of some organs devoured. They were proud of what they did to say the least.

Ruggie had the most blood on him mainly around his mouth while Lilia had some on his hands, Rook had a blade coated in it and still managed to get some on him. The lifeless corpse on the ground was where the blood had originated from as they tossed it off the cliff.

Lilia had cast green flames in order to rid the evidence. It was easy for Rook to cast a spell to clean their clothes with. Now they just have to go meet up with the others.

* * *

Based off the decorum of the room, she could only assume she was in Octanivelle. That's where she had woken up, but she remembers Scarabia last. Soft covers on top of her were thrown off as she hurriedly looked around the room to see no one.

She tried to go toward the door and twist the knob only for it to not budge. Using magic as well didn't move the door an inch. Her pen was gone too, so she was limited without its usage. Not to mention first years only knew so much less you came from a country where magic usage was prominent like the Valley of Thorns then it was likely you weren't to know much before entering school.

She sighed and took a moment to sit back down on the bed she woke up on and think why she was brought here. The last person she saw was Jamil, and she was in his room last but that didn't spark anything as to how she ended up here. She hoped at least that Jamil was okay if she was here by force then he might have tried to stop the captors and got hurt in the process.

The door opened after about an hour she heard the key being inserted. It revealed Jade who stepped in the room with a smile and revealed five others who came in with Lilia slowly shutting the door back closed.

All of them she recognized were Vice dorm heads who she had spent time with the past couple of days. She didn't open her mouth yet still trying to piece things together, and the first to come to mind was that they brought her here. Connecting the dots over the past several days she spent time with them more than anyone, and they each seemed to know her problems or were curious about them.

She just couldn't understand why though. Nothing added up and when she glanced at each of them a nervous shiver came through her body.

She finally decided to speak.

"Why, .......... would you do something like this?

"Because prey like you, has to be protected."

"Such a sweet thing could easily be devoured."

"That's why your such delicate and fragile flower."

"Precious and meant to be protected like the most valuable treasure."

"Mon amour we do commend you for defending yourself but fret not,"

"Our dear little angelfish we'll fix all your problems so that you have no worries."

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