#medieval yandere dream

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Many Loving Kisses - Yan!Royal Harem x Reader

PART TWO

CW: Yandere themes, Fem reader, Homophobia, Polyamory, FxF and MxF, Slight mentions of religion

Note: This is based on a dream I had a while back that actually opened up the idea of polyamory being healthy to me. While the dream involved an emperor from Japan and his harem, I'm very worried about writing for a culture I'm not completely learned up on. So! I've written it to fit a Medieval setting ^^

"The King has requested your daughter's hand in marriage." A messenger read from his scroll upon a white stallion, your parents looking on in shock. "His Majesty? But... Why our daughter?" Your mother starts, but her partner puts her hand on your mother's shoulder. "Do you dare ask why our gracious King would bestow upon you a dowry for your daughter? After he pardoned the unholy sanctity of your union?" It's then your other mother, "Auntie", steps in with venom in her tone. "Now you listen here, you brute... My wife didn't dare insult the king! She simply asked why he would want to take our only child away from us. Disgracing our union is unnecessary!"

To this, the messenger seethes. Withdrawing from his horse, the towering brute of a man steps closer to your mothers. "He did request that anyone unwilling to hand over the bride to be shall be taken to be executed. Would you prefer I end your lives? I'll be more than happy to-"

"Stop!" You immediately waved your arms up, trying to get in the middle of the dispute, "I'll go- please! Just don't hurt my mom and auntie...!" It was now their turn to look upon you with shock. "Baby..." Your mother lifts her hands to hold your face. "You don't have to do this. We'll do anything to keep you safe-" "Mama, it's not worth sacrificing your lives over something like a marriage. I love you both too much to see someone take your lives..."

Sundown's pink hues darken the skies as you wave your final goodbyes to your moms. To ensure you wouldn't change your mind, some of the men who had tagged along with the messenger tied you tight and carried you upon horseback. While your parents were paid a great sum for your hand, you couldn't help but worry about what the king's wife would think. How would this work? Would she be okay with the king having you as a second wife? Of course, his first wife will still be Queen... But what will you be?

Nightfall approaches as soon as the men who carried you in tow arrive at the gates. The king, in all his glory, looks upon the arriving carrivan with great disdain. The messenger leads on with pride in his chest and eyes. "My King, we've brought your bride to be as you requested!" "And you tied her like an animal to a slaughter?!" The king's sharp tone immediately deflated the messenger's ego. "I- uhm- It wasn't I who requested she be bound like that! Men, what have you done to our lady? At least treat the maiden with class!" The crew hastily undoes your ties as the messenger puffs out his chest yet again. Though, the king seems unimpressed.

"I've had quite enough trouble with the likes of you, Stephen. You treat your job as if I bestowed upon you a knight's status... One more misuse of your power and I'll have you imprisoned for the rest of your days." His golden eyes now fall upon you, gaze softening upon seeing your figure. "As for her, let her come and follow me. She's to be acquainted with my wife before any plans are set in motion."

Now, it's hard to not fall for a king so handsome. Stunning muscular features, a chiseled face as if a sculptor carved him from marble, and long curls of red hair pulled onto a loose ponytail. Freckles mark his face and skin like stars and constellations, with multitudes of scars connecting them. You start to wonder if God personally painted him to look like a galaxy... "I do apologize for how my men have treated you. It's difficult to find men as honorable as my own knights, dearest (Y/N)."

"You... Know my name, Your Highness...?"

"Why wouldn't I? You've been all my wife has been talking about for the past few weeks! It took me the longest time to come around to the idea but... One look of who she spoke of and I couldn't agree faster."

"King Fl-"

"Please, you may call me Rose." His smile is so warm, it brought your face to a rosy red. The tenderness of his words... That spark in his eye... It's hard to believe that this would be yours to even have, not to mention have his wife willing to share!

Once you both happen upon an ornate willow door, Rose gives it a gentle knock. "Darling?" A soft voice calls from inside the room. "Is that you?" "Yes, my dearest wife! I have brought someone you'd most adore to meet..." "Oh! But Rose, I'm just about indecent! Visitors can't gaze upon me right now..." The red haired man rolls his eyes with a bright smile, "Oh, alright, I suppose (Y/N) can wait a few moments longer."

With that, the door creeps open. "Please, let her come in!" You swallow a large lump in your throat, trotting in carefully. The inside of the room is spacious and rather decorated- even for a queen. Paintings of fables and animals decorate the walls, each framed with delicately carved wood. Walls themselves were murals of flowers and leaves, furniture threatening to overflow with delicate knick knacks and jewelry. What catches your eyes is the large pink bed with sheer canopies of white hanging over. On the sheets sit a tall and curvy woman. Eyes a striking purple and hair as black as a raven's plumage. What stands out most about her are her larger than life scars along her collarbone. While Rose's own were small, hers looked like she had fought a wild beast... The only thing that covers her is a purple nightgown, only going so far as to cover most of her thighs.

"You must be (Y/N)." She stands from the bed, brushing off her legs and looking at you with a bright smile. The mere sight of her vulnerability brings a deep blush back to your cheeks. "M-My Lady... I'm honored to... Uhm... Meet you!" You try to curtsey, but the queen merely laughs at your attempt and approaches your feeble form. "Please, there is no need for formality, little one! From now on, you can call me Azalea. But, any amount of nicknames will do." With that, she reaches her hands to your face and cups them along your jawline. "Look at you... You're so beautiful... So joyous and kind... I knew from the moment I saw you, I would love to have you marry my husband and I!"

It wasn't too long ago you met the queen. Only about a month, if you had to make a guess. She had been making her rounds along town in disguise despite her husband's protests. That's when she happened upon your family's stall. Adorned with colors and beads, it immediately was obvious that you were all selling jewelry. "Greetings!" You beamed from the stall, the queen's attention caught on you. "Would you... Actually, hold on a moment." The curious monarch watched on as you picked through one of the racks of necklaces. From them, you picked a particular piece- An orange and red beaded necklace with a ruby as the showpiece. "You look like someone who could use a little more red-"

"Oh no, I can't- I'm sorry, I don't have any..." While the Queen fretted this potential trick, you put your hands onto her own. "I didn't say you had to pay for the piece. I... Actually made that one myself. I would be honored to have someone as beautiful as you wear it." She was quick to catch onto your "flirting", to which she laughed and looked into you. "If I didn't have a husband, I would snatch you right up! If only men were so flattering as you are." You gave her a little look of confusion, "I didn't mean to try and take you as my own- Oh, but I would if you wanted me to-! Just uh! Uhm..." That assumption brought a great fluster to your face. "I genuinely mean it, miss. I have a great feeling about you! I don't often get them but... Mom says when you get that feeling, you just have to... Put it into action. Does that make sense?" The tall woman laughed again, "Absolutely not, but I appreciate the gift you've given me. Perhaps fortune will be as giving as you are..."

At the time, you didn't even realize just what her status was. It wasn't until this very moment of her hold on your face that you finally could recognize her.

"You were that lady I met last month, weren't you?" Azalea beams with amusement, her familiar laugh ringing in your ears, "It took you long enough to figure that out! Ah, but don't you worry about it, just proves my disguise is effective." As she keeps you in conversation, her body urges you to join her on the bed. By that, it's merely a hand pulling you to the mattress and a gentle push urging you to sit. With you next to Azalea, Rose peeks right in with curiosity.

"How are my wonderful girls?" He steps right in, Azalea sticking her tongue out and pulling you in for a protective hug. "This one shall be my own wife! You can't have her, Rose!" Her tone is playful, but for a moment, you could have sworn you saw that primal desire of possessiveness. "Oh, you wound me, darling! I paid her dowry, only for her to be snatched away?" He comes in closer, leaning into his wife with that exact same look. "I don't think so... Come here!"

The redhead pulls you and Azalea in for a tight embrace. Between his muscular chest and Azalea's soft breasts, you're sure you will suffocate under this pile of affection. Though, it isn't long until he pulls away to let you breathe. "Goodness, my apologies (Y/N)! I should be more careful with my two favorite flowers..."

Their gentleness and affection all reminds you of your moms. How they would shower you with affection and each other with love. It brings a certain ache to your heart, but... You'll see them again, right?

"King- Sorry, Rose?" "Yes, my flower?" "What will become of my moms?" Your freckled lover pauses for a moment, "Your mothers? What of them? They've been compensated for your dowry." "When will I see them again?" This time, Azalea comes in to answer. Her limbs wrap around you and pull you into her lap by the waist. "Oh, my dear, we can't have you wandering about in public! You'll be a spectacle out there! Besides, you'll already have a lady who will care for you every day..."

"But... What of my friends?"

"What of them? They'll get to watch you marry us! Besides, you'll have a man who will be your company from dawn until dusk." While Azalea holds you, Rose brings a hand to your chin and strokes it lovingly. That facade of care was quickly starting to feel like a trap you've fallen into.

"That's... Lovely and all! I really do appreciate that I'll be spending my days with you both. I just worry that... Well, you both have many duties as king and queen. Surely I could be allowed outside...?" Both of the lovers freeze. It's as if you admitted to murder! The tension of the room grows thick like butter, with Rose's gaze turning from soft to absolutely enraged. Yet, his tone is still calmed. Too calm.

"My darling little flower..." His grip on your face tightens, "The outside is far too dangerous for you to venture into. You're to stay here with us and be our company. Do you understand me?" Your eyes widen and you nod feverishly, Rose letting out a sigh and pulling back. Azalea turns you slightly so you could look into her honeyed look using those familiar amethyst eyes. "Don't let it scare you so easily, loveliest... We love you! We won't hurt you if we don't have to. We'll keep you safe here... No matter how hard it'll be!"

[another-lost-mc]

SERIES / AU masterlist

➤ THE CREEPY CASTLE [ nsfw ] – one-shots about the demon lord's castle and its inhabitants. ♫ [ playlist ] cw: dark themes and yandere content.

part 1: serptentine [ barbatos x gn!reader ] cw: religious imagery, implied somnophilia

part 2: hospitality [ barbatos x afab!reader ] cw: drugging, somnophilia

part 3: pet [ barbatos x gn!reader ] cw: forced imprisonment, starvation/forced feeding, animal cruelty

part 4: the spare [ barbatos x gn!reader ] —coming soon

➤ INSATIABLE [ nsfw ] – a sexually inexperienced afab!reader with a high libido comes to the devildom.

part 1: truancy [ solomon x reader ]

part 2: perseverance [ solomon x reader ]

part 3: the rules [ asmodeus x reader, solomon x reader ]

part 4: the fall [ solomon x reader x asmodeus ] —coming soon

part 5: sneak [ solomon x reader x barbatos ] —tbd

part 6: epilogue [ solomon x reader ] —tbd

➤ DARK SERENADE [ nsfw ] – a re-imagination of the og!canon timeline featuring yandere!solomon. cw: dark themes, violence, and suggestive content.

part 1: overture [ lessons 1-40 ] cw: obsession, jealousy, manipulation, canon-typical violence

part 2: library games [ lesson 40-41 interlude ] cw: resolved sexual tension

part 3: aria [ lessons 41-60 ] —tbd

➤ DIVINE REVELATIONS [ nsfw ] – your harmless obsession with michael gets complicated when the archangel himself develops feelings of his own.

part 1: blasphemy cw: obsession, invasion of privacy, suggestive and sexual content

part 2: penance cw: religious guilt, mind games, sexual content

part 3: confession —coming soon

part 4: absolution —tbd

➤ THE EDGE OF HEAVEN [ nsfw ] – your relationships with simeon and michael change after an extended visit in the celestial realm.

part 1: angels at the door cw: voyeurism/exhibitionism, possessive behaviour, sexual content

part 2: angels' commendation cw: threesome, possessive behaviour, sexual content

part 3: a demon's curiosity cw: suggestive content

part 4: clandestine affairs —coming soon

➤ ENCHANTMENT [ nsfw ] – alchemist!reader meets a mysterious elvish prince. lucifer x gn!reader, medieval fantasy au. cw: dark themes, suggestive/sexual content and fantasy violence.

part one: rubies in the dark cw: stalking, dream magic, implied somnophilia

part two: devilish persuasion —coming soon

➤ VAMPIRE!AU [ nsfw ] – inspired by the in-game vampire pop quiz event. Various character pairings with a gn! or afab! reader.

link to vampire!au masterlist

➤ OBEY ME x POKEMON AU – inspired by the world of pokemon. mostly headcanons, worldbuilding or related drabbles.

link to the obey me x pokemon au masterlist

➤ return to the obey me! masterlist

[rec-review8890]

Happy Halloween, Loves! 

Because this is my favorite holiday of all time, I've created this list for everyone wanting to read some Halloween related fics for today. They may not all include the holiday itself, but they at least have the elements we love so much about the holiday!

Supernatural!au, Horror!au, etc. 

Give all the authors your praise for their stories. I included a few of my own, but besides the fic’s I claim as mine then none of these fics are mine. Make sure to check out the warnings before you read the fics!

You may have seen some of these fics recommended on my other lists, but it’s only because they’re related to this rec list AND because the read was so good for me I wanted to recommend them again! I hope you all enjoy the fics as much as I did, and have a happy Halloween! 

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Key:

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst , 

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble

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Title: Birthright 💦👊🗒

Summary: Vampire!seokjin x human!reader. Also historical and strangers to lovers!au

↳ “Slowly making peace with the one singular purpose your life served, you were grateful for the solace you didn’t anticipate within the cold walls of the Briarwood Manor in a handsome stranger who kept your heart warm with his gorgeous smiles and a vast collection of books. However, you couldn’t escape the eerie inkling that you knew him better than you realized. Not when assaulted by dreams in which Kim Seokjin’s charcoal black eyes turn as red as his lips had been the first night you met him.”

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Title: Mirror, Mirror On The Wall 💦🗒

Summary: Vampire prince!seokjin x human servant!reader. Also royalty and medieval!au.

↳ “Being a vampire prince, Seokjin is used to feeling everyone’s eyes on him. In fact, he’s come to expect it from his subjects. So when you won’t look at him of course he’s not happy. After all, didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude not to stare at him?”

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Title: My Queen 💦🐑👊🗒

Summary: Vampire king!seokjin x human!reader. Also royalty and soulmate!au.

↳ “Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.”

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Title: Magic of The Night 👊🗒

Summary: Witch!Yoongi x Human!Reader. Also Magic, Halloween and Horror!au.

↳ “There is a witch you go to for spells and potions whenever human nature is not enough for things to go your way, and he loves you more than anyone else ever will.”

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Title: Snowstorm 🐑👊🗒

Summary: Jack Frost!yoongi x reader. Magic, Jack Frost and Childhood friends!au.

↳ “Strange things happen in the woods when you return home for Christmas. And why does your mum insist you stay away from Min Yoongi?”

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Title: Trick-or-Treat! 🐑🗒 

Summary: Trick-or-treating and meadow!au. Short, but sweet. This felt like a good relief to read after reading all of these other fics. A needed fluff read for this season!

↳ n/a

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Title: Red 💦🗒

Summary: Idol!Sub!Hoseok x Demon!Dom!reader. Fantasy, supernatural/demon, and established relationship au. 

↳ “Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?” ... “Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?”

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Title: Run Little Red 👊🗒

Summary: Wolf!namjoon x human!reader. Little red riding hood and yandere!au.

↳ “A calm life in a small village was all you ever knew, your days spent in the bakery and keeping to yourself. You liked the quiet and gentle nature of your life, but one day a wolf stands outside of your window, a stranger arrives, and people begin to go missing. Do you dare don your red coat and enter the forest?”

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Title: Lady Of The Night 👊🗒

Summary: Jack the ripper and horror!au.

↳ “You had been plunged backwards through time for a reason, and maybe this was the reason. This was the world’s most infamous cold case. What were the chances that a journalist would slip through the cracks in time and stumble into the East End of 1891? The only conclusion you could draw was that you were meant to identify who the ripper was. You knew nothing about time travel regardless of the pop culture you had consumed. For all you knew, changing the events of the past would not create a ripple effect but instead a branch. And, as horrifying as this scenario was, your curiosity was going to get the better of you. You needed to know, even if it meant following around the egotistical self proclaimed genius that had sheltered you.”

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Title: Born For This 💦👊📝 

Summary: Alpha wolf!Namjoon x Omega wolf!Reader. Also Yandere!au.

↳ “It’s the Goryeo era. And you happened to be a rare type of omega. Other Omegas like you were either dead or hunted till almost extinction. You luckily escaped and were living a normal life until you were chosen as an offering to the walking God of the land; Alpha Namjoon.”

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Title: Under The Full Moon 🐑👊🗒

Summary: Werewolf!Namjoon x GN!Reader. Also enemies to lovers and forbidden love!au. I’m such a sucker for forbidden love!au’s!

↳ “—in which only the moon is a witness to the forbidden love you and namjoon share”

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Title: Bitten 💦🐑👊📝 (Ao3)

Summary: Werewolf!RM x Witch!Reader. The forbidden love!au is through the roof with this one!!!!!

↳ “Rule number 1 of the holy book of witches: witches may never have intercourse with a werewolf. Every violation will be punished.You were a witch, he was a werewolf and it was forbidden.”

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Title: Just A Taste 💦👊🗒

Summary: Vampire!Jimin x Human!reader. Absolutely loved this read! It was so sweet, and I even saved it to my fave’s list!

↳ “They said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought...”

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Title: The Dark Prince Epilogue  💦👊📝

Summary: Although this is a part of a series, only the epilogue (link above) is Jimin x reader. The other 8 parts are JK x Reader. Also curse!au, and Witch!Jimin x queen!Reader.

↳ “Approached by a witch with the promise to free your husband’s family name from a curse, you question whether his intentions are good, but soon find there is a heavy price to pay.“

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Title: The Cave Dweller 💦🐑🗒

Summary: By me. Cave Monster!Jimin x Human!Reader. 

↳ “It started out as a curiosity, then you met a being that took up your interest altogether. You’ve always been the type of person to comfort those who are lonely, you just didn’t expect your new found friend to be a cave monster. A monster that teaches you tricks of magic, and you eventually teach him your own dirty tricks.”

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Title: Moonlight 💦🗒

Summary: Best Friend/Wolf!Taehyung x Human!Reader. Friends-to-lovers, and wolf!au.

↳ “The full moon means one thing and one thing only to your best friend, Kim Taehyung. It’s the one time a month he turns into a wolf and frolics in the moonlight. However, on his 25th Hallows’ Eve, his wolf is calling out for his mate.”

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Title: The Phantom 👊🗒

Summary: Part of a Halloween yandere series. Yandere and horror!au.

↳ “Spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isn’t what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.”

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Title: Blue Boy 💦🐑👊📝

Summary: 45 parts + epilogue. Also JK x Reader (but as ex’s and there’s no theme of them getting back together). One of my favorite reads of all time! College, and yandere!au. Please read the warnings before reading. It gets dark. The author is also making a second series for this, so lots to come!

↳ “While going through a painful but necessary breakup, reader meets someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything your last ex was not… or is he?”

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Title: Mate 💦🐑📝

Summary: 9 parts. AlphaWolf!jk x OmegaWolf!reader.

↳ "Jungkook knew in his soul from the moment your eyes met his in the forest that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you at any cost. You’d been through hell while escaping a place that had treated you horribly since your childhood, and it was strange how calm you felt in his presence when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger. Something inside of you told you to trust him."

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Title: Pi Gasu 💦👊📝

Summary: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader. 8 parts + prologue. Completed series???? I started on pt.6 by accident, so I can tell it’s a slow burn. This story made me tear up, and I don’t know why. Also Suga x reader if you squint. Jk’s blood lust basically ruins everything, but at the same time makes everything better. XD

↳ From pt.6 ~ “Donating blood for Jungkook is physically draining you, in more ways than one.”

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Title: Sucker For Love 💦🐑👊📝

Summary: Ongoing story. Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader. Also best friends-to-lovers!au.

↳ “In which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.”

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Title: Virgin Sacrifice 💦👊🗒 

Summary: By me. Demon!Jungkook x Human!reader. 

↳ “Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected.”

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Title: The Wolf Within You 💦🐑🗒

Summary: By me. Omega wolf!Jungkook x Alpha wolf!Reader. Also arranged marriage!au and dom/sub dynamics. 

↳ “Arranged marriages always seemed to be so boring on the outside. A treaty pairing the two wolf clans together was the only reason you and Jungkook got married in the first place. But once you saw the little omega shy away from you, holding onto his sleeves for dear life, you knew your marriage was going to be anything but boring.”

[panblackeagle]

I need more roleplay partners

This is an active attempt at making people want to roleplay with me, because I just need more active ones, other than the one that I currently have (they're irreplaceable for sure!)

Now, my main genres are romance (usually the base), fantasy, action, medieval, sci-fi, gore, even angst, just no slice of life. I accept anything MxM, FxF, NBxNB, FxNB, MxNB, shipping OCs is cool, but I mainly ship things from fandoms (I am quite sure that you will recognise at least one of these, trust me). I find gore completely fine and I come for drama, as long as it doesn't come out of nowhere. I write in a weird mix between semi-lit and literate. If I keep myself short, I either don't know what to write or I am preoccupied with something else at the moment. 18+ stuff is good too, I am 20 (I am a pure bottom, but not all that I roleplay is submissive, most of them stand their ground quite well). I am a very creative person, who will most likely find a plot in anything, so if you want to add things aswell, just let me know!

These are the fandoms that I roleplay (+ if I am desperate to roleplay in it lol)

♤Dream Daddy (not really desperate, only doing it if I get to be Damien)

♡Spaloon 1-3 (yes, yes, yes, all of them queer tentacle creatures!)

♤Pokemon (every generation is fine, we can even be the Pokemon, I am a furry)

♡No Straight Roads (I had an incident, not doing it for at least the next few months)

♤The Stanley Parable (not really desperate, I've done it quite a bit)

♡Countryhumans (it's been at least three years, very desperate and I make a good Germany and Finland)

♤Undertale/Deltarune (I never really mind it, even the AUs are cool)

♡Team Fortress 2 (always up for it, if I get to be either Medics)

♤Super Mario/Luigi's Mansion 2-3 (I want to do it from time to time)

♡Jojo's Bizarre Adventure part 3-4 (the most desperate, poor Kakyoin got done dirty!)

♤Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (eh, could be worse, I'm obsessed with Staticmoth (don't expect me to be Val though))

♡Detroit Become Human (not desperate, but I can make exceptions)

♤Yokai Watch (I just think this one to be fun)

♡Pikmin 1-4 (I'd be willing to try it)

♤Super Smash Bros (I'd be Mii Swordfighter because he's my main and I'm very desperate)

♡Steven Universe (I'd be up to do it, respectfully for the lesbian space rocks)

♤My Little Pony (Sure, why not!)

♡Sonic (I don't know much, but I am still willing to do it)

♤Villainous (I make a good Flug and Slug, not desperate though)

♡Good Omens (I have not seen the second season yet, but still!)

♤Hetalia (I am not really knowledgeable, but I can roleplay as Ludwig)

♡Sanders Sides (there are possibilities)

♤Fnaf (I really like being Bonnie of any kind ^^)

♡Cookie Run Kingdom (there's good potential in it!)

♤Wander Over Yander (I literally only want to do deathglare and to be Peepers!)

♡Legends Of Avantris - specifically Once Upon A Witchlight or Stardust Rhapsody (honestly, I would absolutely love to!)

♡The Amazing Digital Circus (holy hell, I did NOT expect to dive into royalteeth so deep- (my favourite is Caine, no doubt))

If you are interested in roleplaying with me now, you can comment or dm me. If you prefer roleplaying with me on Discord, I can send you my Discord in dms.

[therealmintedmango]

Cerberus - Part Three

Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 7,396

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Yandere Vibes; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Dark Dreams; Wolf Centric Chapter

Tag List: (Please notify me if you wish to be added/ no longer want to be apart of the tag list!) @openup-yourmind, @deeepvibes, @xxsunny-side-upxx, @heoniebaby

Cerberus Playlist — Apple Music (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!)

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The hunt is on,

For it is night.

I lurk in the shadows

Under the pale moonlight.

All creatures tucked away in their beds,

Slumber taking its hold and pressing

Down, down, down.

Either a fairytale or a nightmare,

I get to decide,

For you cannot run and

you cannot hide.

Though she does not see me nor sense me,

I can see her sweat and shake,

A virgin so pure and fragile,

I dare not defile.

Not until she is heady and ready,

Shivering in my claws — it’s not too late.

For she is mine.

…Mine…

Mine…!

MINE!

I wake with a fright, my heart is beating viscously, thumping clean out of my soggy skin. I sit up, the bed frame creaking under my movements as I push the heavy sheets to the side. My body glistens, dripping in a hot-cold sweat under the moonlight that baths my room in her silver, pale glow. My nightgown is soaked, covered in my perspiration, the cream-colored silk clings to me for dear life. The hairs around my neck are plastered in place. My breaths come out in heaves, my hands shake with terror.

Shuddering at the nightmare I just had, I stare at the princes’ family portrait as my eyes adjust. There are no teeth here, nor claws—no looming figures that stalk me in the throes of the velvet night. Just seven sets of rust-colored eyes staring down at me. I tear my eyes away and stare at the tree branches outside, there is a heavy fog relaxing among the wood in an eerie cloak, blanketing the night.

I’m awake. I tell myself as I rub my face in my hands, feeling a cold night sweat occur. I am awake and I am alive and that is all that matters. I gulp, trying to regain some composure.

That nightmare was truly hellish.

Twigs snap under my bare feet, branches slice the skin on my face and arms as I race as fast as I can muster. A giant wolf or dog was chasing me deeper and deeper into the bog, the thicket of trees and vines so tall, there was no room for escape as my path came to a dead end. Its eyes a light golden color, its fur shrouded in the night as it hunted me, stalked me like I was pretty prey. The creature snarls, bearing its blinding white teeth, claws like sharp knives ready to pierce my skin raised above me as it let out this feral, ghoulish howl from the depths of its belly. It sounded like it was almost gleeful, a chorus of wailing howls surrounded me, forming a circle of terror with their sunset eyes, fangs, and ferocious sounds. I called for help, for someone to save me, but there was little to be done. Within the next instance, a whole pack of wolves smiled at me as the moon fell from the sky…then they descended upon me.

Then I awoke.

I shudder once more, a ripple of uncomfortable remembering races through my body.

My eyes sweep a glance at the fireplace, the stone hearth is dead, as it is well into the early hours of the morn, not even a peep of the sun shimmering gold and reds on the horizon. No autumn birds sing outside in their nests. All is still in the house and in the wood. I take some deep breaths and try to compose myself, still sitting in the guest room the princes’ have allowed me to reside in.

Why they are so kind and gentle to me, I shall never understand.

My tongue is dry and I long for a glass of water. I have a bell next to my bedside to call upon the staff if I need something, however I like to do things myself, much to the princes’ dismay. Besides, it is far too early to call upon someone at this hour. I shall go to the water pump outside beside the kitchen and fetch myself a glass of water. An easy feat, I tell myself as I slink out of bed.

I quickly light the long eggshell-colored candle in the holder next to my bedside, feeling the cool of the floor under my feet gives some relief to my anxious body. As quiet and gingerly as I can, I open my door and make haste for the stairs. I have been residing in this home for around a month or so and I have gotten to know these halls a fair bit. There is still an air of mystery and glamor to this house, the grounds, and the people inside the walls.

The princes’ all delight in doing various activities with me throughout the week such as poetry reading with Seokjin after breakfast on the days he isn’t taking care of his royal duties. I have noticed his voice and his demeanor change when he reads about romance, which he does not do often…he almost appears wistful. Yoongi likes to play the piano in the study with me, though he is much better than I at the instrument. It is mesmerizing to observe him play such intricate melodies.

Hoseok is particularly active. He delights in taking me for strolls any time of the day and has promised to take me hunting once the ball has come to pass. Namjoon and I discuss various books in the study's library. He has so many first editions to such classic tales—I enjoy his vast knowledge of the world. Maybe one day I will make it out there. Jimin has asked for my opinions on the gardens, though he says they are not fully ready to view and walk through yet. He brings a brand new bouquet to have in my room every fortnight which is incredibly thoughtful.

Taehyung is so fascinating to be around. He is neither too loud nor too quiet, he is neither too sharp, nor too soft. He is so many things and I believe that’s why he paints and creates many things. Jungkook is the biggest enigma out of the family. He does all the things his brothers do, but he is the most secretive by far. I suppose being one of fourteen myself, I understand you are a combination of all good things your siblings are.

Getting to know these princes’ is a touch overwhelming, but it certainly leaves me craving more from our interactions. Those amber eyes they all share bore deep into my skull at times, speaking to me in a language I can’t quite understand.

The wolf decor in the hallway to the dining room catches my eyes and I almost freeze in my tracks, the candle flame flickers as I suck in a tight breath. In my haste to procure some water and my wandering ,rabid thoughts, I have failed a few things: I do not have on the proper attire to be roaming around late at night, I don’t exactly know how to get to the water pump outside, and I haven’t realized just how eerie the castle looks shrouded in the blackness of night. I tear my eyes away from the stone wolf heads and their hollow eyes as I slink through the dining room quickly. The only sound I can hear is the slight crackling of the flame and the soft padding of my feet across the lush carpets and wooden floors.

At last I have reached the kitchens and I know the pump for the water is not far. Dawning on me, I have not seen the space where my food comes from. There are several large hearths for cooking, brick ovens, a pantry that is as long and wide as my room upstairs, cupboards filled with intricate plates and dishes that are in mint condition though they look centuries old. Dried herbs hang along the walls and the counters are so clean, I think to myself as I glide my fingertips across the cool, smooth stone surfaces. It smells of faint spices from last night’s roasted pheasant and slightly sweet from the cranberry pie that was served for dessert.

Mice are maybe quieter than I, but I secure a glass out of the cupboard—one that looks neither too fancy nor too breakable. I am a clumsy fool most of the right time. Never saying the right words or feet tripping over invisible laces.

There is a small door in the corner of the kitchen and a slim hallway one leading to a staircase upstairs to where the staff live, I assume. I gingerly press the wooden door open, fearing I have stumbled onto someone’s living chambers. The wood groans slightly as I push the latch free from its metal confines and I have come this far to give up on my conquest for water. I suck in a breath and close one eye in anticipation, mustering strength up to thrust the door open.

I feel it before I see it. The cold of the dead of night.

Before I go and do anything else brash, I quickly scan the ground around me. I see a singular brick on the ground outside and I place it between the threshold of the door, so I will not be locked out of the castle.

The darkness outside is thick, palpable. The fog is like cold, faint whispers of ghosts floating around my body. A breeze whips up and I clutch my candle close, fearing the yellow flame would be whisked away. I look for the water pump close to the house, wandering along the side of the brick and marble stone. The night air sends a wave of shivers down my spine. It turns my nipples to hard pebbles under my nightclothes. The fog is dense and the night is dark and the little hairs on the back of my neck start to raise in warning. I am determined to find some water, even though I am inching further and further away from the only door I know will grant me entrance into the house.

My body is telling me to run, run far away! Dash away like a mad person! Dash away like you did all those many moons ago!

However, the need for this water to survive is all that is keeping me stitched together at this moment.

To calm my nerves, I hum a tune I have not heard nor sung in years. A lullaby my mother used to sing to me. It’s a relaxing melody, the notes light and sweet. It usually coaxes tears to my eyes, though I cannot be swayed to dwell too much on her memory. The wind and my lullaby are the only things that my ears pick up on.

The little light from my candle finally catches the gleam from the metal pump, glimmering in the tiny glow. I have to make haste I think as I work quickly. I work in a flurry, setting the candle on the edge of the pump and placing the glass right where the water will flow out. I wish not to be out and about on this night any further. The metal groans and sputters awake, cutting the eerie silence wrapped up in the fog of the early morn with a knife. The noise sends a shutter down my spine as I continue to rouse the liquid from the mouth of the water pump. My throat is metaphorically in the middle of a barren desert, sticking to the roof of my mouth, tongue shriveling away placed behind my parched lips.

Something underfoot snaps in the wood close to me as soon as the water springs to life, filling my glass up.

The liquid spurts out, spilling everywhere, dribbling over my cold feet, my dry throat stiff and useless as I cannot even utter a simple whimper. I stop pumping, the groan of the metal pump clunking back into place with a thud. My heart is beating clean out of my chest, a black figure seems to emerge from the shadows; my nightmare is still very prevalent, swimming around in my brain as I nearly pass out from the fright of something lumbering toward me in the throes of the foggy, velvet night. My mind is doing spins, searching for the right thing to do. Do I run? Scream? Do nothing and pretend I don’t exist? Play like I am deceased? My stomach is empty, falling into pits on the frigid ground, my heart pumping blood into my ears.

It looks like a bear? It is very large and lingering, a snarl protruding out of the creature's jaws. No, a dog? I wish to vomit. The thing is stalking the tree line like a wolf—

“Y/N?”

I spin around, nearly tripping over myself, eyes blown out in shock as Taehyung's deep baritone fills the night with its earthy tone and rich timbre. He is in his night clothes, a quizzical expression on his face as he looks down upon me. The second youngest brother’s eyes flit to mine, the water pump and the tree line of the somber wood. Taehyung’s candle is raised to illuminate his strikingly handsome face in the soft golden flickering glow.

“What are you doing out here?” His amber eyes look down at my feet as a smirk dawns his lips. “You have a penchant for being barefoot, I see.”

“Prince Taehyung…” I whisper, my heart still beating rapidly, buried within my chest cavity. A blush blooms over my face. I am now acutely aware he can see straight through my silks, the cool, night air making my chest perky.

After a moment of awkward silence, the dog-creature nearly forgotten, Taehyung says, “I needed a midnight snack and there was a draft in the kitchen. I saw someone propped the kitchen door open and I heard the water being pumped so I came to investigate.” The sixth eldest prince smiles as he regales his discovery of me outside. “Let's get you inside, little bird.” He says softly, picking up my now mostly full water glass. “Hold my night clothes so I shan’t lose you in this thick fog.”

With haste, I do as he commands. Taehyung leads me back through the door of the kitchens and off to bed with a cold glass of water finally.

I miss his expression when we are outside: the way his thick brows are knitted together, eyes wild and unhinged, teeth are bared, gleaming in the glow of the candle and moonlight. This was his way of sending a silent warning to the creature hiding in the fog and tree line.

She is MINE. STAY AWAY.

-

The early morning hours, where breakfast is served and everyone is flurrying about, are some of my favorite hours here in the Bangtan brother’s castle. I enjoy watching the brothers and staff mingle and mix, the princes’ keeping each other up to date with their lives and what they are going to accomplish each day. It inspired me to rise with them, not only to dine with all seven of them, but to hear what they are working on. It reminds me of my brother’s back home. My chest aches at the thought of them, sadness and misery clutch the edges of my mind and the morning sun rays permeate the curtains in my room.

The ball they hold for their kingdom on the night of the pregnant harvest moon is fast approaching. Not only are the staff deep into preparing, but the princes are as well. Each brother is doing something exquisite and unique which I am looking forward to seeing. Seokjin and Namjoon are splitting the duties of organizing the ball, though Seokjin is focusing on the food mostly and Namjoon is strengthening ties with other kingdoms as each of the neighboring states have been invited as well. Yoongi is taking care of the music; he is out with the Royal Bangtan Orchestra most afternoons, though he always has time to sit in front of the piano with me. Hoseok is handling entertainment like jugglers, fire eaters, and palm readers, which sounds fascinating to me as I’ve never experienced anything like that. Jimin is in charge of the gardens as well as adding impressive bouquets at every table and ropes of bright flowers that line every threshold. Taehyung is taking care of displaying Bangtan’s most eloquent and opulent paintings and statues on display. He is also very concerned about the fashion choices for the ball as wigs are all the rage right now and he wants to impress the crowd with his stylish, yet sensible choices. Jungkook has a surprise happening in the evening when cocktails and dessert is presented and though I press him for information, he holds tight to his secrets, smiling like a smug dog who has just buried a giant bone in the wood for safe keeping.

I’m grateful to them. Amidst the planning and preparation for this ball, they have still kept me in the loop and connected them, nor have they cast me out of their lives. If anything, I feel more entwined with them than at the beginning of my stay. A pang of sour guilt eats at my heart as I dress for the day in a simple, yet chic light blue gown. I hope that my brothers have received an invite and are coming so I can see them again and they will take me home. It’s not that I do not enjoy the company of the princes of Bangtan. Nay. It is the loss of my own thirteen brothers that consumes me, dread prickling my senses, the thought of torture or death backing me into a corner. I feel like a rabid dog, bothering the staff about anyone calling upon me or any letters received in my name. Nothing has turned up, no matter how much I write…or worry…It seems like I am at a stalemate, losing one family and being taken in by another…

I shake my head as I reach the end of the stairs, my stomach growling desperately for food as I try to shake a bad feeling from my mind.

Although I have made it my mission to rise and not waste the precious hours of the day, due to my roaming around before dawn even set in, I overslept. Taehyung gratefully escorted me back to my room last night with my water in hand, though he looked as if he had seen a ghost and barely said anything when we were back inside the castle. I am greeted by a few lingering staff leaving the dining hall in a flurry, concern painting their expressions. It smells of bacon, eggs, mapel, and tension hanging in the air. Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I have missed the angry dialogue protruding through the air. Like a silly moth to a brilliant flame, I am entranced; I wander closer as everyone scurries away from the ruckus.

“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO? LET THESE DEMONS WIN?! LET THEM DESTROY EVERYTHING WE HAVE BUILT UP?! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE TO LET SOMEONE DIE LIKE THAT, NAMJOON!”

I almost gasp as my fingertips ghost the door to the hall. I have never heard Seokjin speak so angrily to anyone, let alone his brother.

There is a wicked snarl and something is shattered in the room. I recoil with the noise, the shouting and glass breaking reminding me of my father. Since no one else will, I should try and stop their bickering at once I think as I push open the door. I am greeted by Namjoon’s back to me, his large body and posture was menacing. Seokjin’s hair is standing on end, lips pulled back to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Seokjin deflates when he sees me silently walk into the room, amber eyes that were narrowed and wild locking onto mine, turning into solem orbs at the sight of me.

“WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN! SHE IS GOING TO BRING NOTHING BUT MISFORTUNE AND DEMONS INTO THIS HOUSE!” Namjoon shouts. He then turns once Seokjin looks away shamefully, nodding to me frozen behind Namjoon.

They are talking about me.

Tears well in my ducts instantly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying in front of the princes. My heart dies and falls into my stomach, my throat feels tight, and I desperately wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I were millions of miles away from this place and all the gloom I carry around with me.

Namjoon sags, looking terribly remorseful, lifting his hands to reach out to me. “Y/N…”

I flinch away from his outstretched hands.

“I apologize, dear princes.” I whisper the words out as I turn to leave, throat going hoarse. “I-I never realized what a burden I was here. I-I-I will leave at once!”

“No!” Seokjin and Namjoon both yell, but it was too late.

I fled out of the dining hall and into the grand entrance of the building, running outside. I let my feet guide me as salt tears blurred my vision, the bottom of my gown was ruined as it was getting stained by the mud my boots were kicking up. Me. They were arguing about me. I choked on a sob, strangling my throat. I didn’t realize I was such a burden. Of course I am. I am doing nothing but pestering them, eating their food, and staying in their home for nothing in exchange. I ran into the hedge maze winding round and round until I was so utterly lost and exhausted, I took rest at the closest gazebo I found.

Stupid! I chastise myself. Stupid girl! Of course you are a burden! Your whole life you have been a burden! You make messes and hope that someone will come along and clean it up for you!

More tears and cries fill the space in the garden as I replay the short portion of conversation I heard between the two brothers. My heart is breaking. I should have never been so reckless with their kindness. They have done more than enough for me and I should never have overstayed like I have. Though I am feeling more comfortable everyday in the Bangtan castle, this is not my home.

I watch a monarch butterfly flit and flounce through the air once my tears have ceased. The autumnal butterfly’s wings beat like it is trying to get away from something, moving frantically up and down, then side to side. It carries itself past me, turning to me briefly as if to say RUN and I have an unnerving feeling looking at the beautiful creature.

A sinister feeling crawls up my spine…The same eerie and odd one I got last night…As if I was being watched…My eyes blow wide as I quietly scan the spot I am sitting upon. There is no movement in the hedges, no autumn breeze or sway of the foliage, the garden is silent. No movement is heard from any discretion, but I feel like I am being stalked. I am isolated out here in the garden; who will save me if I am in danger? I shake my head slightly. I am no one else’s burden. I have to save myself. All the baby hairs on my body stand though I cannot bring myself to stand. I am tired physically and frozen to the spot on the shaded gazebo spot in terror. My heart is beating when I hear a slight rustle coming from behind me. Do I dare look?

A head pops out from behind a tall, lush hedge and I nearly scream. The fifth eldest amber eyes lock on to my wide orbs at his sudden appearance. Jimin is like an air elemental, I never hear him coming; he is silent, cunniling deadly, or fragrant and sweet, but he can be boisterous and whipped up into a tornado if provoked unfathomably. I have only seen him act that way to Jungkook though when they spar in a wrestling match.

“Y/N?” Jimin smiles as he sees me sitting under the gazebo. “What are you doing out here?” His golden, amber eyes really drink me in as he approaches, seeing the sorry state I find myself currently in. His eyes flick to something behind me as he takes my hand in his suddenly, pulling me promptly up, his puffy lips moving into a tight-lipped frown. Jimin’s presence calms me down immediately, though his worry still makes me slightly concerned. “Come now, you have somewhere to be soon, though it is a surprise.” He says in his feather-soft voice as he leads me away.

I give a chaste look over my shoulder to find the butterfly floating down and landing in the spot I was just in.

—

“It is a marvelous day to go to town, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” Seokjin says as we step out into the busy and boisterous town in the middle of the afternoon. He takes my gloved hand as I step from the royal carriage.

“It is, yes, your majesty.” I say, gingerly avoiding puddles of water or urine on the cobblestone pavement. I could not discern what was what.

Seokjin apologized profusely for the outburst I witnessed from earlier in the day. He was extremely sorry (I thought I caught a glimpse of a tear swimming in his golden eyes) and he vowed to repay me by taking me to a surprise. On the way here, I knew we were headed to the dressmaker as she lives in the south-east side of Bangtan. I easily accepted his apology for I knew how remorseful and ashamed he was for his behavior and words. Seokjin explained how they all voted to have me stay at the castle and Namjoon was really the only one against it. He was worried I would bring a kingdom of angry citizens and an army of guards to them. It was nothing more than worry and concern coloring his view of me and a potential situation I’ve put them all in. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still, I felt more like a burden to them now more than ever.

During my stay in the Bangtan castle, I told them about some of my past and only that I’ve run from an abusive and oppressive kingdom. No lies, but not half truths. I am not ready to admit to any person that I am a murderer. That I’ve killed my own father at that…

“Paisley, will you escort Y/N inside, please? And give Madam Hwasa this to settle the payments.” Seokjin handed her a fat velvet bag full of jingling gold coins. Paisley, one of the staff I have become closer over the weeks with, has come along as our chaperone. Though, I suspect part of the reason she is here because she fancies Jongbak, the footman.

“Yes, your majesty.” She says softly as she ushers me into the dressmaker.

Madam Hwasa barely says a word as we enter. She is older than me, I gather, but not by much. She has a face that is ethereal and otherworldly, dazzling to look at, though she always seems so sad. It is as if she is waiting for a lover to return to her forlorn heart and she speaks in a meak manner. The princes have taken me to her twice now as they did not have too many spare clothes lying about fit for a woman. They say she only apprenticed for only a year before she took over for the master dress designer because she was so talented. They say her silks and fabrics have magic in them.

Paisley hands her the sack of cash and I am once again whisked away behind the dressing room curtains. She undresses me in a flash, the garments protecting me from the autumn cold are stripped from my body—my undergarments stay as I await Madam Hwasa to return. She works quickly and quietly, her small fingers working with haste in an expert fashion.

A slight chill runs down my spine down into my stockings. I feel like I am being watched again, but Paisley has stepped out of the enclosed curtain room. It’s just me, my garments, a chair, and a half-circle of mirrors. The little hairs on my neck stand at attention, the eerie, aching chill blooms throughout my body making me shiver. Jeonghan had told me that spine shivers are caused by people in the future stepping on your grave. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. What a terrible thing to think about.

I fold my arms across my chest in a protective stance, my senses are on high alert since last night. Dreams were the windows into your soul, were they not? Why was I dreaming about dogs or wolves or beasts? What about the creature last night, out in the fog, stalking the tree line? And what about those teeth, those claws….and those golden eyes—

“You have the mark of a demon.”

“Pardon me?” I turn around in shock as Madam Hwasa floats into the room behind me silently. I hadn’t even heard the curtains flutter or the floorboards. She has a cream colored garment with gold and silver gemstones in a dazzling display which swirl and cascade down the luxurious fabric. Since I’ve been here before, she knows my measurements and with her skill I doubt she’ll need any adjusting as she is excellent with her craft.

“The mark of a demon is there,” she raises a beautiful, long finger to the middle of my back, “in between your shoulder blades.”

I look down sheepishly. This is the bane of my existence, this off-colored mark that stains my skin. My mother had it too. She said it was good fortune —in the shape of tiny bird wings. Yet another thing of my skin that isn’t mine but, in fact, belongs to someone else. “Tis’ only but a birthmark, ma'am.” I mumble.

“I never noticed before.” She almost snickers. “And your clothes are filthy! You smell like those mutts!” She snaps her fingers and I place my arms straight above my head.

“Pardon me, ma’am?” I stammer as she wastes no time throwing the heavy ballgown over your shoulders. It had no sleeves and showed off my whole collarbone and the top of my chest. My eyes pop open. This was quite a daring garment, but it was beautiful, with the crystals placed so delicately and perfectly, it hugged my torso until the middle of my rib cage, fanning out in lush plumes of fabric—I looked like a fallen star. “Madam, I am sorry? I do not touch the hunting dogs per the princes’ requests—“

“You are a foolish girl if you cannot figure out what your dreams are and what I am telling you.” She snides as she ties me into the dress. Dreams? Demons? That’s twice today each has been mentioned. My tongue runs dry.

I was not only astonished by how I looked but by how Madam Hwasa was speaking to me.

Madam Hwasa clicks her tongue as she stalks me in a circle, eyes running up and down my body. “Watch out for those wolf boys. They are going to gobble you up.” Her eyes narrow, her stare catching mine like blazing fire. I am not sure she approves of what she is seeing though her fixation gives me a sense that she is challenging me.

“Madam, you are frightening me.” I whisper as I notice I was trembling. Was it anger or terror? Mortification or loathing? I wasn’t quite sure. Another woman had never spoken to me in such a manner, so direct, so merciless. “I need to go.” I look at myself in the mirror and my ducts are pricked with tears, my arms limp at my sides.

“My apologies Lady Y/N.” She clicks her tongue once more and pulls her long gaze away from mine. “You are going to be a beautiful, dangerous creature when you bloom into your full potential.”

I haven’t a clue what she means and my face twists in shock.

She calls Paisley in and they reformat me back in my original frocks and skirts. Under Madam Hwasa’s cold stare and long fingers, I feel more exposed now than when I was in that dress or standing in my undergarments. Madam Hwasa packs my ballgown and hands it to Paisley who share the unit exchange of fingers slinging over one another and long eyelashes fluttering and mouths curling up in shy smiles in the afternoon sun.

Maybe I am a demon for I don’t believe anything like that will ever happen to me. I am a burden and an annoyance. To my mother, my father, my brothers, and now the princes I live with.

Prince Seokjin steps out of the carriage and escorts Paisley and I back inside as we are whisked away from the dressmakers shop. She waves as we drive off, I see her as I am facing backwards. A cat-like grin spreads across her lips and I swear her sad eyes suddenly flash a brilliant green-yellow color.

“How did you like your outfit for the ball? Was it to your liking?” The princes asks like an eager puppy would, wide eyed and excited.

“It was very marvelous, indeed. Thank you for such a lovely dress, your majesty.” I replied in earnest because I truly felt that way.

“Nothing but the best for our little bird.” I flush at his words and Paisley looks at me out of the corner of her eye and I try not to be smitten lava with his nickname for me.

I have an uneasy feeling as Seokjin prompts Jongbak to stop for a stroll at the park in the middle of town. The park is massive and reminds me of paintings and books as it looks like it shouldn’t belong in the middle of town. There is a crystal clear river that runs through, with exquisite bridges, intimate gazebos, and lush gardens to boot.

The eldest prince sticks out his elbow for me to take as we meander through the gardens. I take it and he carries me through the park. Paisley and Jongbak stay by the carriage, no chaperone needed in such a large, populated space.

I still feel like my stomach is in knots and I am having trouble finding the words, but Seokjin’s presence is calming me down. It is hard to feel unnerved with such a fine gentleman with me though. Prince Seokjin is tall, handsome, a great conversationalist, compassionate yet he has a wit and hilarity to him that makes him all the more charming. He was the full package and I would have loved to see him when he was but a young lad. Men bow and ladies curtsy when they see him; they light up like fireflies in June under a full moon when they come upon him. He greets everyone yet keeps conversation with me, smiling. His amber orbs sparkle when he tells a tasteful joke about a gentleman caravan and I give him my full laugh from my belly, though it is undignified for me to make such a noise.

“Pardon me, your highness!” I say breathlessly, still laughing at his nonsensical story as we come to the edge of a gorgeous bridge across the river. “My apologies for producing such boisterous noise!”

“Do not fret.” He simpers down at me, the shadow from his top hat blocking the brilliant sun. “Little bird, my favorite part of my day is when I get to see you smile. You are unraveling more and more every day.”

Immediately my cheeks blaze at his words and his stare.

I remember the look Paisley and Jongbak share and for one fleeting moment, I could have sworn he looked at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes.

“Your majesty, good afternoon.” Voices like silk and honey call behind us.

I turn, breaking the hold I had on Seokjin as the prince almost stands in front of me. “Good day, ladies of Twiceland.” Nine beautiful goddess-like women in brilliant colored dresses simper, glowering down at us as they make their descent on the bridge.

“Where is your pack?” A tall one questions in blue. “Your wild and untamed brothers?”

“What brings you to our kingdom?” Seokjin ignores her being as polite as he can, though his tone is short and curt.

“Is this your ward?” One with doe-eyes and a bright pink smock coos at me. They snicker as I introduce myself much to Prince Seokjin’s dismay.

“Yes, indeed. She is a guest of Clan Bangtan and will be treated as such.” Prince Seokjin is seeming to lose his cool with these vibrant women and I can see why. They are relentless. “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving; on our way home for dinner.”

“Careful, Lady Y/N.” One with a square jaw and short hair giggles as Seokjin takes my arm as lightly as possible, ushering me away from these strange women with haste. “Be wary of beasts such as canines!” They cackle as we rush away, returning to the carriage in a strained silence that has not happened to me since my arrival in this kingdom.

My head is dizzy and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I look at Prince Seokjin and he looks like he is absolutely seething. His aura is dark, nasty hornets shaken and enclosed in a glass container.

As we make our way home, the sun setting, casting the land in a luscious orange and yellow. The castle is far from the town, rich, thick wood surrounds the grounds, encasing the large mansion in its own halo of trees and thickets. glow I hear the call of a lonesome wolf. Fear pricks at my heart and I clutch my skirts. “Everyone keeps mentioning dogs and wolves to me, your majesty. It is frightening to me.” I open once more to the prince who looks startled across from me.

I know I can trust him, I feel it in my marrow and sinew. With my whole beating heart and fizzing brain I know I can trust Seokjin.

“Little bird.” Concern colors his tone as he gingerly places his large, warm hand over mine. “Canines, specifically wolves, is our family animal.” He taps the metal wolf on his chest. “It is our crest. Canines have been intertwined for thousands of years with the family members of Bangtan. If someone says something about dogs or wolves, they are referring to us as a form of insult.”

I nod my head. That does make sense I suppose.

“Nothing will ever harm you.” He gently squeezes my hand. “I promise you. All seven of us will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”

I say nothing but give him a wry smile in which he returns with a beautiful smile that makes my heart throb, trapped in my chest.

——-

I did not go to dinner. I need to apologize to her earnestly. My outburst was childish and uncalled for. Hoseok and Yoongi reprimanded me, sparing in wolf form. Though I am the bigger out of the two, they always win. Pinning my neck just so. I shall be licking my wounds, physically and emotionally, for a long while. It wasn’t right. I let my emotions win like the terror I am. I am more calm than this. I chastise myself as I emerge from the wood. But still….I cannot help the way I feel!

My mind wanders to her lashes, her voice, the way she is soft, yet powerful. She is full of potential, a most excellent queen if she only opened her eyes a little more. Does she see that we hang on her every whim? Her every desire? If only she just picks one of us…What we wouldn’t do for her…

I find her in my study an hour after dinner should have dispersed. She has fallen asleep reading a book about wolves in my favorite red velvet armchair. I give a soft snort as I stalk closer to her quietly as not to disturb her. Her chest softly rises and falls, her cheeks flushed with sleep.

Stooping down, I inhale her scent from the top of her head. Fresh elderberry and sunflower. How badly I want to mark her. How badly I want to rub my face against her neck, tilting her head back, watching her gasp, swallowing saliva down her throat, and scent her vulnerable jugular. My amber eyes lock into her flesh as her head was tilted to the side, exposing her veins. What would it feel like? To run my lips across her flesh, feeling her pulse throb, the sharp inhale of her nostrils, the moan that escapes her breathless lips…

What would it feel like to sink his sharp wolf fangs into her, feeling the life drain from her? The blood ooze from the puncture wounds, her organs fail trapped inside her withering, frail body? To see the light leave her eyes?

Enough with these thoughts.

I scoop her up swiftly as if she was but a babe or a rag-doll and take her to her room, calling upon the maid named Paisley to undress her and prepare her for slumber.

His ears prick as she stirs. “Thank you, Namjoon.” She mumbles quietly. I don’t say a word. I shed my human form once I get to the edge of the wood. I give a cry to let the others know I will not be back this eve and only Jungkook responds.

Hyung, be safe.

It is not him the brothers should be worried about. The thing they need to worry about is safe in the castle—for the night.

———-

In my dreams that night, I am led by seven different colored wolves to a brightly colored carousel. The wolves are all friendly, large, and each smelt rather different from each other. Their fur is soft and exquisite, I run my hands across the canines as they rub their heads against mine. In my wonder, I wish to ride them, but I refrain. Their amber eyes glow with knowledge behind them and they grin wolffish, cunning smiles, revealing their sparkling, pearly fangs. They whine and pant and yip as they lead me up to the shimmering, merry fair ride in the middle of the wood.

They each jump on the slow moving platform, following some pattern, transforming into seven men in waist jackets, complete with top hats and masquerade masks upon their faces. I can’t help but feel like I know them. They call you with their howls, beckoning me with items in their hands: books, foods, flowers, sheet music, paintings, dancing shoes, and gloves. Do I know them like this? Do I want to?

Everything echoes in this space. I suddenly feel like I am suffocating, it is hard to breathe as they try to pull me onto the platform, but I pull away. I made a mistake and I need to flee. I am in danger.

I turn to go. The wolf men growl in warning and I freeze. My blood is ice, my pulse is in my ears, and I feel the seven sets of eyes upon me like they are going to gobble me up. I am prey!

WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. YOU ARE OURS. YOU ARE MINE! They cry in unison, an awful noise like they are wounded, shot animals.

The wolf-men lunge at me, their bodies piling on top of me, covering me as they growl and whine and snarl. Gnashing teeth and hungry claws tear me limb from limb as they pull me apart, ripping the pink muscles away under my flesh. My blood is pooling around me as I lie paralyzed in my own sticky, red mess or hair and skin, and organs.

A scream rips through my throat.

Two large, amber eyes glimmer at me from the end of my bed as a giant black wolf lays near my feet, its head slightly cocked to the side, its ears perked at attention. I faint from the frightening sight and my mind plummets back into darkness once more.

———

Part Two And A Half l Part Four

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Love your writing! Can we have a yandere Spain, Italy and Romano (separately) with a tourist love interest that loves their country (it's been their dream to visit one day and they finally do) and is visiting with a tour group for a week?

Me finally getting out of the pit of my mind to write yay! And I apologize that this ask is late as hell. I hope you like it anon. Have an epic Saturday!

Italy

He’d just awoken from his mid-afternoon siesta. While slightly groggy from his slumber, he’d been eager for food. As he trailed along the medieval streets, he passed by a small group of adventurous tourists that spanned beyond the standard touristy sites like Rome and wanted to dive deeper into the hidden gems that were commonly missed when people came to visit Italy. One particular person stood out to Feliciano from the group of only 7 people. The twinkle that shinned in your eyes as you were engrossed in the tour guide's speech about the History of the Colleoni Chapel. He had to stand in amusement as you did have a notebook taking down some notes so you could admire the memory much more fondly later. Feliciano thought that that was charming, and it sent a few cupid arrows to his heart, all of which made a direct hit. He trailed behind your group for a while with stealth as he snagged a Trapizzano from one of the street vendors; he was enthralled by your excitement to learn more about his country.

As your small group was allowed to disperse for a few hours before they headed to another small town in North Italy decided that it was the right time for him to approach you. “Ciao, carino(a)~ Would you like to join me so that I can show you some of the best cities of this city? Even better than that of your tour guides? I can promise I’ll get you back before your group leaves.”

He’s going to be shocked that you could speak some Italian with some fluency. You struggled with the grammar and pronunciation but he adored you even more for even trying to learn the language even before your visit. He was enamored with you even more.

He’s going to take you on an extravagant adventure that was Disneyequse and entirely magical.

The two of you all giggly and high on the moment of excitement and on the buds of young love that engulfed your senses. The two of you were fully present in the moment. He took you to the Bergamo city gate, that was overgrown with the wildflowers of Northern Italy. The pastel and muted hues of yellows, pinks, and blues. It felt like you were alive in a Renaissance painting. The two of you at this point were now holding hands as he guided you through it’s rich history. He knew about intimate details that made him sound like a distinguished professor who’s been alive for hundreds of years. Even though he looked to only be in his mid-20s, you admired this charming Italian’s dedication to share in the culture of his nation. You allowed yourself to let your eyes roam the ancient pebbles of the ground that paved your way. It was nothing like you experienced from (nation).

“Come Carino(a) I have another fantastic sight to show!” His warm smile tingled your heart like Tinkerbells fairy dust and made it flutter.

‘So this is what falling in love feels like?’ You silently question yourself as you want to take a snapshot of the moment and keep it hidden in your diary so that you can come back to the moment whenever you felt sadness.

“Alright.”

Feliciano picked up his pace, and you were on a stone-carved staircase covered in beautiful florals.

He brought you down through some of the secret passages within the Venetian walls. The ancient stone reminded you of what you’d seen in countless history books, maps, encyclopedias, etc. But none could capture the mystique of the buildings and all of the intricate details of actually being there. As you reached an opening to a rooftop, it overlooked all of the city; the view was majestic. You could see the terra cotta and white colors that defined the city’s landscape.

“Wow, it’s lovely up here, Feliciano. I’m glad I met you today; you made this adventure much more fun.” You couldn’t hold back the smile that had made its way to your face.

“I’m glad Y/N.” He pulls out a lily and places it gently in your hair. As the sun set, you felt him kiss you on the forehead. “Addio mio(a) amore.”

And with that the next thing you knew, you were back in the van with the other tourists that were happily chatting about what they were able to do in Bergamo. Your mind was still at a loss to figure out if what you experienced was real but when you reach into your hair the lily was still there pure white and glowing.

Romano

You were enjoying your tour of the Amalfi coastline you weren’t aware of the dangerous group of inidivudals that were eyeing you to harass and steal some of your belongings. They had recognized that you spoke in broken Italain. Plus since you were somewhat shy and not overly confident showon in your body language it was easy for them to see that you were a forginer attached to a small group of far more adventurous tourists that had a deeper interest in Italian culture than the common tourist sites. You were the perfect target for their attack. You were in the middle of trying to figure out which of the seashell necklaces your best friend would like back at home as a souvenir. You were interrupted when this group had descended upon you and the other adventurer from your tour group. You tensed up and tried to understand the rapid Italian that they were whispering to one another discreetly. You were able to understand the words ‘idiota’ and ‘sciocco’ and immediately knew their attention was not on the vendor that you were currently at. You looked over your shoulder to see if the other person from your group was with you but see that they had already wandered away. With tension in the air and your nerves on high alert you decided that picking whatever necklace and paying for it would be your best bet of escape. As you tried to deiscretly grab only the amount of money that you needed from your pocket, someone had made a deliberate dive for your backpack yaking it off you. You were jerked backwards and everything was like a massive blur. For a few moments you’d wondered if you’d gone blind. You heard some other shouting and curses in Italian. It took you a few moments to recognize that you hadn’t hit the ground but someone had managed to catch you and break your fall.

It was a dark brown-haired Italian man that looked to be in his mi-20’s with a curious curl sticking out of the side of his head.

“Mi dispiace donna/ uomo. Some of my people do misbehave. And your backpack has unfortunately been ripped in half but don’t worry there are always more bags. He gives you a charming smile that you can’t help but giggle at. He was cute you had to admit.

“My name is Romano, what is yours?”

“Y/N” You reply promptly with a blush on your face. “Thanks for helping me out. I’m here on an extended toru of sorts and my Italian isn’t all that great.”

“Well, I can always help you practice and I can show you the hidden gems, after all I’m pure Italian.” He jokes. His accent sounded like harmony in your ears.

The two of you will send the afternoon on the white sandy beaches. The two of you wander around barefoot and free letting the sand sink you further into the wondrous day dream you found yourself in. He tells you about his legendary Grandpa that he affectionately calls Rome. You thought of it as adorable. He’s a gentleman to you for the entire day. He takes you to the Museo della Carta, where the history of paper-making began in one of the earlier centuries. He talks about how he loved to come here and collect paper so that he could keep journals about his life living with his “mentor”. His family history sounded complicated and you wanted to ask but felt like it may have been a bit to personal on the first day of knowing the mysterious but charming man.

As the two of you made your way to the pier that streched over the clear curulean waters that were pristine. It looked as if you were inside one of your fairytale books.

“So Bello(a) there is one more place that I’d like you to see before you’re off to the next city. I promise you’re going to love this place.” He hooks his arm around yours and the two of you head off for the mountains that are somewhat steep, but they have flora and fauna of the Italian coastline. You see a few cuckoos, swifts, and European doves fly by the two of you. The first bird of which was to tell of your future fate with the Italian once you returned back someday for good.

He brought you to Villa Rufolo the masses of pink and white flowers shone the brightest amidst all of the other plants.

“Wow, this place is beautiful!” You took a few moments to take in the enchanting sight. Romano seizes the chance to take your hand in once more and bring you to one of his favorite plants that he’d grown quite fond of the Viburnum tinus flower.

“It was one of my grandfathers' favorites and I’ve grown quite fond of it just like you.”

Spain

You’d been roaming around all day in Calella de Palafrugell a small fishing town that was in the Northern part of Spain situated by the waters. You and a few of your friends decided to camp in one of the picturesque sites called Camping La Siesta. You booked a cabin that had bare beds and a basic bathroom. It was simple accommodations. Not like you needed much since you wouldn’t be inside for much of the time anyways.

“Time to hit the pool guys! Time is a wasting!” You were eager to show off your new swimsuit and do some cannon balls to annoy your best friends. They lagged behind you since jetlag had essentially sapped the majority of the energy they had for the day.

In your rush to get to the pool, you bumped into a Spainaird and a Portuguese man.

“Oh uh, Lo Siento.” Thanking god that some of your Spanish were still useful after being out of school for a little while.

When the man that you’d bumped into turned around the first thing that mesmerized you about him was his verdant green eyes that sparkled brightly in the sunlight. You had to think twice if you were looking at gems or eyes.

“Esta bien. Ningún daño hecho” (No problem. No harm done.) His wide grin made your stomach fill with a flurry of butterflies. Antonio reached out to help you up.

“Are you okay chica(o)?”

“Yeah I’m fine just excited to finally take a swim! It’s been a long flight and it’s been forever since I’ve actually had time for a long vacation!” Excited at the prospect of not having to work for the next couple of weeks.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll be seeing you there! I and my friend are headed there was well!”

“Want to just go together?” (You got that rizz reader.)

“Ah of course!” Glad that you asked because he found you to be quite alluring yourself.

The two of you will spend the entire day together getting to know each other. It will be fun. It feels like that forgotten summer vacation where you’d found your childhood best friend / future lover but never got to see them again because fate can sometimes be cruel that way.

The two of you will be bored of the pool pretty bored so Anotnio will suggest that the two of you spice things up by finding all of the better views and seeing all the secret beautiful sites of his country that most normal tourists will miss. (Yes, the two of you ditch Portugal. Not that it matters because the dude is like on his mid-morning siesta.)

Your heart fills with endless excitement of the prospect of getting to take epic pictures and being led by a handsome stranger.

“Alright Y/N you better text us and take this taser with you if he gets creepy!” One of your friends states concerned for you but feels at ease about you being able to have a once-in-a-lifetime whirlwind adventure with a possible handsome lover. Antiono’s looks did have a disarming effect to them. The three of you were chatting where’d you’d wanted to meet for dinner that night.

“Don’t worry ya’ll I can protect myself.” You send them off with a wink, dressed in your finest summer attire. Once you made your way outside you saw Antino decked out in tan shorts, hiking boots, and a slightly unbuttoned button-up short sleeve, you believed that man could look good in anything.

“Come let's head to the beach!” He grabbed your hand eagerly and you two took the forest trail that was about a mile long to get to the beach. You allowed your mind to be related by his smooth Spanish accent that flowed like fresh red wine. Listening to him talk about the history of his land was intoxicating. Why couldn’t all history lessons be taught by attractive men with culturally accurate accents? You thought to yourself.

Antonio picked up his pace when he began to see the outline of the water at the beach.

“Whoa!” You were almost tripped up by some of the larger rocks that were on the defined dirty pathway.

“Oh lo siento, Y/N! I get excited when I’m able to show off my nation to a beautiful person. Hahaha.” His smile beamed brightly but so did the blush and pink flowers that appeared out of thin air.

Pleasantly shocked you decide to take the lead.

“Well you can kiss me on the lips if you can beat me to the beach!” You quickly peck him on the cheek and make a mad dash off to the la playa where he will tackle you to the sand and win.

[lipglossanon]

i started reading dreaming freedom a couple days ago and 🫣 its getting so good! i’ll def check out ghost wife!!

for recs? ooooo one of my most fav manhwa is omniscient reader, a little lengthy but amazing story! something similar to dreaming freedom is a manhwa called my deepest secret 👉🏻👈🏻 another one I recommend is remarried empress if you like that medieval and revenge stories~ their are others but these are ones i can remember right away!

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Oh my gosh I love Siyun so much; he’s that perfect flavor of over the top that hits just right

Oooh I’ll definitely have to check those out!! 👀 I love yandere ones so much but I have a hard time finding ones that click with me. Like I want him to offer the most unhinged love possible 😌

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

“You’re my whole world, my God. You're more than divine, you’re celestial.”  - medieval Tarhos @ Haru

A-Z Yandere Prompts ═══ MEDIEVAL VERSE ═══ W is for... Worship...

“You’re my whole world, my God. You're more than divine, you’re celestial.”

Haruko's mind goes fuzzy when Tarhos' voice reaches his ears but he does his best and lifts his head to look down upon his Knight, drinking in the sight of him framed by candle light. His fingers slide to his hair and caress him, looking into him with such tender love and devotion, who else could he give so much of himself to? None other but Tarhos would have his heart from this day, until his last day and far after.

He smiles softly, his expression serene in the comfort of their tent, the darkened world outside did not exist in here.

"You're my life, my heart....the first breath I take at dawn to the visions I see within my dreams, if I am celestial you are the heavens I float within. I never wish to be separated from you, Tarhos."

[wxstros]

Bonds Forged in Fire

In a world where dragons did not dance and Rhaenyra reigns unchallenged on the Iron Throne, her legacy endures through her three valiant sons, with the Targaryens having bowed to their rightful queen. You, a traveller in this medieval tapestry, have at last discovered the opportune moment to seek solace in Essos, intending to live out your days unburdened and free. No longer are you compelled to mend the fragile bonds among feuding cousins, having already nurtured a brotherhood among the Velaryon and Targaryen youths. Freed from the duty of attending to Alicent, appeasing your father Daemon, or strategizing for the benefit of the realm and its beloved Rhaenyra, you stand on the cusp of true retirement... or do you?

warnings: typical targcest/inc*st. DARK CHARACTERS; controlling behavior, manipulation, gaslighting. cursing. reader is a modern human. dance of the dragons did not happen. canon typical violence. yandere behavior!

pairings: hotd x reader, daemon targaryen x daughter!reader (platonic)

CHAPTER ONE: FREEDOM, SWEET FREDOM

"You look beautiful, Your Grace." Your voice is a soft utterance, the title rolling off your tongue in a smooth, familiar way despite her change in station.

Rhaenyra glances at you, a gentle reproach on her lips. "Muñnykeā, my dear daughter. How many times must I tell you?" Her voice is as gentle as the morning rays of the sun, and her smile is ever present, hinting at the countless times you’ve shared this dance.

"Old habits die hard, I suppose." You respond with an air of nostalgia, your hands placing the finishing touches on her head of silver. This was your routine; a common rhythm that had intertwined your lives through the chaos and calm alike.

Her eyes, reflecting the soft light of dawn, study you with a mixture of affection and concern. "You seem distracted today," she notes, her piercing gaze softened by the intimacy of your bond. "Is something troubling you?"

Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage for the conversation you've rehearsed in your mind so many times.

"Muñnykeā, we've discussed this before." your tone is edged with a hint of desperation, "I've done all I can here. It's time for me to leave, to find peace in Essos."

A shadow flits across her face, quickly masked by a serene smile. "Essos? But it's only been two weeks since my reign began. I need you here, by my side. The realm needs you."

"Mother," you begin, striving to keep your tone gentle yet resolute, "I've served faithfully for so long. You promised me this, remember?"

Her hand reaches out, clasping yours with an almost desperate grip. "And I meant it, truly. But the realm is still fragile. I can't afford to lose you now, not when everything is so new and uncertain." Rhaenyra voiced tersely, "You've always been my anchor, my guiding light. Please, stay a little longer."

The plea in her eyes, the silent fear of navigating the treacherous seas of politics without you, tugs at your heartstrings. Yet, you cannot ignore the growing yearning for freedom within your soul.

"Mother, you have become so strong. You no longer need me as you once did. Jacaerys has blossomed into a remarkable man, a champion of your cause and your rightful successor. Luke, steadfast and courageous, is maturing into his responsibilities. And father—Daemon, your wise counsel and formidable hand. Your need for me has diminished."

Rhaenyra’s gaze softens, yet the flicker of resistance remains. "But you underestimate your worth. You are the heart of our family, the glue that binds us all. Your presence brings peace, your wisdom guides us. Without you, we would be lost."

Her words strike a chord within you, the heavy burden of duty and affection weighing down on your soul. But you have given so much, sacrificed countless dreams and desires to ensure this very moment of her triumph. Isn't it time you sought something for yourself?

"I have given my all," you say, your voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I need to find my own path now. Essos calls to me, a chance to rediscover who I am beyond the confines of this court."

Rhaenyra’s grip tightens, her eyes darkening with a mix of desperation and possessiveness. "You speak of paths and discovery, but what of the family we have built? What of the bonds we share? You are more than just a counselor, you are my heart, my confidante. Without you, this throne feels empty."

Her plea echoes in the room, a symphony of love and entrapment that tugs at the deepest corners of your heart. The weight of her reliance, the years of shared struggles and triumphs, all seem to bind you tighter to this place, this duty.

"Just a little longer," she whispers, her voice carrying a soft, almost pleading tone. "For me."

Your resolve wavers, the desire for freedom clashing with the love and duty you feel for Rhaenyra. "Alright, mother. For now," you concede, the words a reluctant promise.

Her smile returns, though a shadow of doubt lingers in your mind. "Thank you, my dear daughter," she says, her voice imbued with a mix of triumph and relief.

As you leave the room, her words echo in your mind, a reminder of the chains that still bind you. The corridors of the Red Keep seem narrower, the promise of freedom slipping further from your grasp. The weight of your duty and affection presses down on you, the bonds of your heart not easily severed.

Why is it so hard to leave? Haven’t I earned this? After all the machinations, the alliances forged and broken, the tears shed to ensure Rhaenyra's ascension? I’ve watched over her, protected her, and now I want—no, I need—to find myself again.

As the corridors stretch out before you, every step feels heavier, each echo of your footsteps a reminder of the freedom that remains just out of reach. The walls of the Red Keep seem to close in around you, the chains of duty and affection tightening, pulling you back to the heart of the throne.

Rhaenyra’s final words linger in your thoughts: "Just a little longer."

It wasn't supposed to be like this. You were merely an avid watcher of the series, a spectator of Westeros' intricate tales. Though you loved and hated the characters brought to life by actors, you never expected to be so deeply entangled in their world.

You didn't foresee when the lines of familial bonds and friendships blurred into their possessive need to control your affections.

Daemon is no different. Your father in name, his illegitimate offspring from a chance dalliance with a common whore.

At first, he was careless; indifferent to fatherhood's demands. Yet, over time, a fondness bloomed, blossoming into a fatherly love that bound you tighter than the chains of birthright.

His protectiveness, once a comforting shield, now borders on stifling obsession, each gesture a testament to his desperate need to shelter you from life's harsh realities.

His love had become a dual-edged sword, cutting deep with its intensity, weaving an intricate web of familial bond and a gripping embrace that defines your every step within the shadowed halls of power.

Daemon's love was worse than his neglect, for where his loyalty, once a sanctuary, now feels like an unyielding shackle upon your soul.

Jacaerys and Lucerys, too, have grown possessive. Their admiration has morphed into an unwavering need for your guidance and presence.

Baela and Rhaena, your sisters by Daemon, mirror this dependency, their sisterly bond entwined with an underlying possessiveness.

Aegon, in his search for affection he never received, has clung to you with a desperation that leaves you breathless.

Aemond, with his solitary nature, has found solace in your company, his rare smiles reserved only for you. And Helaena, sweet helaena, with her gentle inquiries, constantly seeks your reassurance: "Do you love me?"

The boundaries of fiction and reality have long since dissolved, leaving you ensnared in a web of duty, love, and possession that is not easily escaped.

The Red Keep, once a place of intrigue and power, now feels like a gilded cage. You tread carefully— aware that any misstep could tighten the bonds further making your escape impossible.

For now, you play the part. You smile, you reassure, you remain. You bide your time, hoping that eventually, they will change; that their grip will loosen. For now, you are their rock, their comfort, their confidante. But deep down, you nurture a quiet rebellion, a hope that one day, you will find the strength to break free.

For now, you walk the familiar path, the dream of Essos and freedom slipping further into the distance, as the bonds of your duty and love continue to hold you captive within the walls of the Red Keep. Every step a reminder of the freedom that remains just out of reach, and every glance a silent plea to stay a little longer, the weight of their desires pressing heavily on your heart.

You will wait, you will endure, and someday, you will reclaim your life.

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Jin | Vampire x Human! RECs

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst , 

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble , 

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite 

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NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work. 

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Title: Birthright 💦👊🗒💜

Author: @jimilter​ 

Summary: Also historical and strangers to lovers!au

↳ “Slowly making peace with the one singular purpose your life served, you were grateful for the solace you didn’t anticipate within the cold walls of the Briarwood Manor in a handsome stranger who kept your heart warm with his gorgeous smiles and a vast collection of books. However, you couldn’t escape the eerie inkling that you knew him better than you realized. Not when assaulted by dreams in which Kim Seokjin’s charcoal black eyes turn as red as his lips had been the first night you met him.”

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Title: Mirror, Mirror On The Wall 💦🗒

Author: @divine-bangtan​ 

Summary: vampire prince!seokjin x human servant!reader. Also royalty and medieval!au. 

↳ “Being a vampire prince, Seokjin is used to feeling everyone’s eyes on him. In fact, he’s come to expect it from his subjects. So when you won’t look at him of course he’s not happy. After all, didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude not to stare at him?”

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Title: World Of Gluttony 👊📝

Author: @an-ambivalent 

Summary: Part of a “seven deadly sins” themed series. Also yandere!au. Author has a lot of additional yandere fics if you're interested. 

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Title: Untitled 👊🗒

Author: @yandere-society​ 

Summary: Kind of a head canon, but whatever. 

↳ Request: “...vampire!Jin figuring out that the reader has found a way to break through his mind compulsion and is trying to escape? ...”

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Title: My Queen 💦🐑👊🗒💜

Author: @purpleyoonn  

Summary: Also royalty and soulmate!au. I have tagged this story in a rec list before, so if you haven’t gotten the hint that I love this one-shot idk what to tell you LOL

↳ “Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.”

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Meeting Yandere! Medieval! Dream for the first time

TW:Fear, Violence, Threat, and Manipulation

Dream works as the commander of the army at the kings castle.

Trains his solider rigorously and brutally.

If one falls from exhaustion, he’ll grab their hair, pull them up to meet his eyes, and then smash his head into the ground.

Repetivly.

He’ll go as far as beating him to the brink of death.

Then, he’ll only stop, reminding himself, he has a reputation to uphold.

He first met you when he was teaching his soldiers how to survey the forest one morning.

You were innocently picking flowers when you turned around and found yourself

Faced with a sword right below your neck, forcing your eyes to meet the mysterious stranger.

Even the slightest movement would cause a wound on your neck.

“What is your business here peasant. Answer now or be prepared to perish.”

“Sorry sir. I was just picking flowers.”

“In the king’s territory?”

“First off, he is no king, he’s a tyrant. And second, Yeah. You got a problem with me picking flowers smiley?”

She couldn’t see his eyes, but felt the intense gaze of the man in front of her through his mask.

She shrinked back.

Then the man smirked beneath his mask.

“If I ever hear you speak that way about the king, I won’t hesitate to take that pretty little face of yours to prison and let you rot..”

“But I’m feeling generous today... you may go- uh -? “

“Uh..what the hell...who are you?”

“Dream. You can call be dream.”

“Your the one Wilbur told me about-“

“Oh so you heard of me, you must be from Lmanchildberg-“

“It’s Lmanberg.”

“Whatever.”

“Okay ,...Dream. Could you just maybe, I don’t know..get this sword out of my face?”

“Anything for you, m’lady.” He said moving the sword and giving a bow.

It might of been sincere if he hadn’t bursted out laughing after it.

“Yeah. Yeah. Laugh it off.”

Dream slowly turned back to face her.

She couldn’t see his face but the moment he turned around to face her, a shiver went down her spine

Her eyes portrayed fear.

Dream loved that. He loves to see the look on someone face when they realize they fucked up.

“I’ll escort you back home. As for the rest of you, leave and report back to the royal training grounds.

“I can do it on my own green boy. ”

“Maybe you have before...”

“But you’ve never met me, darling.

He said, with an underlying threat evident in his tone.

The girl quickly stood up and ran away without a second thought.

Dream smirked underneath his mask.

Nothing is better then a little fear to get someone motivated.

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Comment if you wanna be tagged in part two!!

[saintobio]

ACE OF SPADES 🂡

main characters. gojou satoru, toji fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, naoya zen’in, fem!reader

genre. isekai, historical, medieval fantasy, royal au

synopsis. you transmigrated to the body of a villainess and the only way to avoid your death sentence is by staying away from the beloved hero and the heroine. can you still save yourself and change the storyline?

warnings for the prologue. tyranny, blood, violence, murder, mentions of assassination attempts, slight gore, yandere!reader, major character death

note. heavily based on manhwas; villainess in love, happily ever afterwards, kill the villainess, your throne, cierra, wished you were dead, i lost the leash of the yandere male lead, and i was the male lead’s ex.

♤ PROLOGUE: THE VILLAINESS

♤ SATORU’S ROUTE: THE EMPEROR

♤ YUUTA’S ROUTE: THE KNIGHT

♤ TOJI’S ROUTE: THE MERCENARY

♤ NAOYA’S ROUTE: THE GRAND DUKE

PROLOGUE — the original storyline for La Douleur Exquise

In autumn of the 1800s, you’ve fallen at the mercy of the tyrannical emperor, Satoru Gojou.

But how exactly did you end up here? How could the empress be suddenly on her knees defenseless? You had a respectable status in high society and fortunes anyone could only imagine. You had a husband who was a powerful emperor and a knight in shining armor whose lifelong vow was to protect you. You were the picture perfect woman that the citizens of the Zarean Empire envied the most. Exuding elegance, grace, and aristocracy—there was nothing in this world that could surpass you.

That was, until the commoner named Linnea Emer came into the picture and stole everything from you!

She lived all the luxuries that you deserved, won the heart of the person that you loved, and took the rightful role as a mother to your husband’s child. She earned God’s favor and crumpled your pride considering that the woman who rose up from the dirt was a mere palace maid and you were a grand duke’s daughter.

Linnea must not have everything.

Little did she know, behind your beautiful face hid the most evil heart of all, and born henceforth was a spiteful villainess who tormented the cherished heroine until her last breath. You became driven to make Linnea’s stairway to heaven a pathway to hell, punishing her with a taste of her own medicine for obstructing the path towards your lifelong dream of earning the love and affection of the emperor. Thus, with malice aforethought, your wicked schemes were put forward to ensure her most cruel downfall.

But a fairytale ending was far-fetched for a villainess like you.

And here you were, bowing at the very feet of the Emperor you loved and the knight that loved you.

One on his throne, the other with a sword pointed at your heart.

“Your Majesty, put an end to this. I am your wife.” Nothing was left of your dignity nor was there anything that could ever change the uncaring eyes of the tyrant emperor who has had more entertainment at shuffling his deck of cards than of the pitiful state that you were in.

His electric blue eyes watched your cuffed wrists, flinging the cards in your direction without an ounce of mercy in his grace. “Admit to your sins. How many people did you hire to try and assassinate Linnea?” His question did not require an answer for he was already aware of the fact that you placed his most beloved woman in danger, not once but on several occasions. This was the last straw. “Are you going to confess that you framed her for betraying me, ordered the servants to harass her, and now even as far as poisoning her? Does your obsession go that far? Remember that you are at the mercy of the emperor. One simple lie could have your tongue cut off!”

Your lips quivered as your fingers twitched. There wasn’t an option to flee from his domineering presence when your wrists and ankles were tightly cuffed with wood thicker than a normal criminal should have. “I am the empress! You cannot punish me like this over that wench!”

It only took one uproarious laughter from the emperor for your spine to experience ice cold chills. His sneer, menacing. His eyes, unforgiving. How come he had never looked at you with warmth the way he looked at Linnea? You’ve loved him for ten agonizing years. She had only known him for ten months!

Still playing his game, the man of royal blood tossed another card that landed precisely in front of you. The Ace of Spades, known as the highest and most valued card on the deck, but also the bearer of bad fortune, disaster, hatred, and war. It was a Death Card to remind you that your villainous role would now come to an end.

“Sir Knight,” Satoru’s unapologetic voice echoed across the room as he turned to give Yuuta his orders, “Do the honors. I can’t stare at her wretched face any longer.”

“N-No!” Tears may have left your eyes, but no voice could escape your throat. Yuuta Okkotsu, the brave knight who once saved your life, was now appointed to take it away by means of piercing his sword through your heart. Let’s run away, you remembered his words from over a month ago. It’s not too late. If you return my love, I promise I’ll protect you. It’s not too late, Y/N.

“Forgive me, Your Imperial Majesty.” Yuuta could not move an inch, stuck from the gravitational pull of his guilt and sorrow. “Please take mercy on the Empress… Anything but death.”

It’s too late. The blues of your husband’s eyes already celebrated your loss even if you were still alive. With a face trained to stay void of any emotions, he took the sword from the Knight Commander and unsparingly impaled the sharp edge through your flesh. The jolt of pain earned your loud gasp, puncturing your soul until your heart bled from the merciless intrusion. Thick, red liquid gushed out of your mouth and on the gash he had created on your chest. A gash that would leave a scar that could never heal. A gash where maggots could crawl into and eat the rotten sinew of a woman who once lived as the tyrant ruler’s wife.

“S-Satoru,” your pleas came out soundless, “All I ever wanted was your love.”

Your limp body collapsed on the cold concrete until the dark-haired knight caught you in his arms as if your life could still be salvaged after having stabbed by the most powerful sword. Thunder rumbled outside of the castle as a bolt of lightning struck the open field. It was Satoru’s wrath. Every flash of lightning that seized your vision was a result from the overflowing mana that was housed inside your killer’s body.

“Empress,” Yuuta mouthed, and only did tears pool his eyes when the Emperor—the undeserving owner of your heart—threw the sword away and exited the scene in utmost satisfaction.

Only two words flew out of your husband’s lips before he turned on his heel. “Die peacefully.”

Peacefully.

You laughed. And you laughed more, your manic laughter resonated through the main hall, creating a ripple of sound waves even as blood continuously seeped from your mouth. Your haunting laughter, as frightening as what an unhinged woman could show, would forever remain as a sinister sound that would echo through the stretch of this entire empire.

At least, in this lifetime, you died in the arms of someone who truly loved and cherished you.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuta said those two words for his own sanity as your eyes saw the light on his. Two hearts, two bodies, but only one of them still had a soul.

[siswritesyanderes]

Ok now that you mention it… yandere Susan is your best friend irl, sure she’s a bit clingy and bossy and touchy but if you’re being honest it makes you feel special. Until one day you’ve been asked out on a date by a man you’re actually interested in and the day of- you wake up in a room which looks… kind of medieval? It’s not even locked, in fact you make it all the way out of the castle before you realise you’ve got no idea where you are… You’re honestly so relived when you find Susan, maybe she knows what’s going on?

This is genuinely brilliant. I love it. Just a heads up: I ended up making the reader female in this one, and looking back at the prompt I now see that that wasn't specifically stated. Sorry about that. I was assuming, and it's hard to go back and use gender neutral language with Narnia in particular because of the whole "Son of Adam" "Daughter of Eve" thing. In the future, what do you think I should go with? "Child of the Ancients" feels too vague, whereas "Child of Adam and Eve" feels too wordy. Anyway. Here it is!

You wished that the room were just unfamiliar.

Well, you wished that it weren't unfamiliar at all; you wished that you were waking in your own room. But if it had to be unfamiliar, you wished that it would be just unfamiliar, and not unfamiliar and bizarre.

The bed was grand; everything in the room was grand, and light flooded in from a pair of opened doors that led out to a balcony, which overlooked a vast forest, and then a vivid blue ocean. It felt like you were inside a storybook castle, and the air above your head was full of flying creatures that didn't look like butterflies but also couldn't reasonably have been anything else.

When the urge to freeze in place yielded to the urge to run, you stumbled out of the ornate bed and discovered that you were wearing a long, medieval-looking nightgown.

As much as this was exactly the sort of thing that could only happen in a dream, your senses felt real, and your surroundings seemed much too inventive and coherent for your brain to have thrown together on a whim.

You ran from the room and found that it was connected to an equally palatial corridor. You didn't see anyone around, despite the vastness of the building you were in. You gravitated to a wall that had windows to outside, and you walked along that same wall until you came upon a door, which was heavy but unbarred. You stepped out, barefoot, onto a stone path.

The outside air was crisp and carried the smell of unfamiliar woods. In the distance, there was a beach. You could see no houses, no city scenery. Only forest, and the castle of a building from which you'd just emerged.

Where on Earth were you?

A song began to ring through the air. You made out the words, "Daughter of Eve, welcome!" It sounded like a chorus of children singing. You looked around wildly for the source of the voices, but you were alone except for a smattering of small birds overhead, whose winding patterns of flight almost resembled an intricately choreographed dance.

You watched and listened for a while, dazed.

"I told them not to startle you," a familiar voice suddenly said, "but they do get excited."

You turned and found that your best friend was here, except instead of her usual sensible skirts and cardigans, she was wearing an opulent dress like something royalty would wear. More opulent than what you had on. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, shinier and wavier than usual, like she or someone else had dedicated a great deal of effort to it, rather than just the exact amount of attention needed to keep it impeccably tidy.

But it was more than all that. More than her appearance. She looked different.

Susan Pevensie always appeared confident. She had a perpetual look in her eyes as if she knew more than most everyone she came across. She was never disrespectful to those with authority over her, but her disposition towards them always seemed to carry the slightest trace of condescension, nearing wistfulness or pity, as if she were always thinking, You have no idea, do you?

It carried over into your friendship, as well.

You were aware that you sort of let her boss you around a lot, but she was never mean or pushy about it...perhaps because she never had to be. Her air of casual authority, giving no impression of arrogance but of wisdom, was extremely effective on most people she met, and you were no exception. You just happened to be someone she had chosen to also befriend. To link arms with and talk with and listen to. Even as something in her smile had always made you think that your thoughts and your problems seemed so quaint to her, she also always assured you that she wanted to hear them, and she always seemed genuine about it. You spent every day with her, and despite seeming to glide above the trivialities of daily life, Susan never indicated that she did not value her time with you. No, she made you special with her, just by choosing you.

Even if you couldn't plumb the depths of Susan, you knew Susan.

And the Susan you saw before you now...It was like the Susan who lived in the back of her eyes had emerged to the forefront.

The regal bearing, the complete lack of self-consciousness, and that almost wicked bit of sharpness that you saw only on occasion, like when you were late in meeting her at whatever agreed-upon spot, or when some other friend or acquaintance tried to pull you aside when you were already walking with her, or...Well, or just yesterday, when you had told her that Anthony Bridges had asked you on a date and you had said yes.

( "No," she'd scoffed at first, with an amused smile, as if exercising her understood veto privileges. It wasn't until you'd pressed the issue, and insisted that you wanted to go, that you would go, that her eyes had taken on that sharpness, her arguments that ruthless precision.)

This was your first time seeing her since that row, and her smile was utterly beauteous and wickedly sharp. Friendly and almost cruel-looking.

"You look amazing," you told her, gesturing to the gown.

She seemed barely to register the compliment, as though she'd heard it a million times. (She probably had, and in better words.) "You haven't seen yourself," she said, arching an eyebrow playfully. "I've always thought the clothing here would suit you. I shan't feign surprise that I am right once again."

The little birds had started circling you both, each one spiraling around you and up into the air, then back down to circle you again. Again, like an elaborate dance.

"Where are we, Su?" you asked. You didn't normally shorten her name, but you needed the diminutive to make things feel less...important. This all felt very important, and it was scaring you.

"I can tell you the name, but it won't help." As she strode closer, that smile did not change. "It's not on any map that you've seen. This is Cair Paravel, in Narnia. The new Cair Paravel, that is. For years, it stood empty, awaiting the return of the ones who ended the endless winter."

You had never known Susan to tell jokes, but you forced a laugh, hoping this was one.

This succeeded only in changing her smile. Her lips closed over her white teeth and pressed together, a look that seemed mockingly rueful.

"Su, wherever we are...I need to get back home." You almost brought up that you had someplace to be this afternoon, in support of your statement, but just in time you remembered that perhaps you didn't want to rehash your most recent argument.

Susan seemed to read your mind, regardless. "Of course. You have a terribly important outing planned with Anthony Bridges, don't you? How inconsiderate of me, to have forgotten."

Her elegant, lofty tone was not comforting. "This isn't about Anthony. It isn't. This place is just...strange. I don't know how I got here."

"I brought you, of course."

"What do you mean?"

"Do try to keep up," she teased. At a single amused glance from her, the birds dispersed and were soon out of sight and earshot. Susan slipped her arm through yours and led you down a previously unseen path through the woods– an elegant, companionable gesture with a deceptive amount of force behind it. She always had been stronger than she looked. "I thought we needed the time away," she finally said. "You were beginning to get distracted."

"How did you bring me here?"

"Do you truly expect to feel better for knowing? You're here now. And you won't leave until I believe it is time."

Protestations swam through your mind but died on your tongue. This sort of thing was classic Susan. Taking charge, questioning your questions, and telling you how things were going to be, in that calm and reasonable tone that made command sound like mere fact. She was herself, and you knew her. But this was different.

It wasn't entirely a difference in Susan, you realized. The way the world interacted with Susan had changed. There was no tree whose branches skimmed even the edges of her gown; in fact, what seemed at first to be random swaying in the wind was definitely a consistent movement of tree branches out of her path, clearing the way without brushing against her. The light, soundless summery breezes cradled her voice, carrying it in every direction so that it seemed you could hear her in both ears despite her standing on only one side of you, and the sunlight streamed over her through the parting trees and framed her person as though she was something otherworldly. Something holy. The normal shadows one expected to see on a person, underneath the eyelashes or in the crease of the wrist, just weren't there. As if she glowed.

The pair of you broke through the edge of the trees and into a clearing while you were still staring at Susan. You looked away to see your new surroundings, and before you was a short walk to a grassy overhang and, beneath it, a sandy beach and then blue waves as far as the eye could see.

Your jaw dropped.

"I knew you'd admire the view," Susan remarked. "I'd say you'll catch flies like that, but the flies know better."

You closed your mouth and shook your head, still at a loss for words.

"We'll have a stroll here," she mused, "Then luncheon at the palace. After that, I'll show you off to the fauns, the centaurs, and the beavers."

You sighed. Classic Susan. She never asked anything difficult of you. Just that you come when called and stay near her and let yourself be shown off to... "Did you say 'beavers'?"

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

We talked about the yandere dream team and Karlnapity a lot, but how about double the fun and has combine them together to form the feral boys where they are all friends? It is not really happening in the main dream smp verse, so maybe in an AU? What will it be like if the whole feral boys team is obsessed with you?

IOne thing we have to make clear right off the bat

Karl and Quackity want people

Dream, Sapnap (Before Getting Character Development in the yandere department) and George want a pet/toy/stuffed animal.

Due to this they argue a lot, Karl and Quackity don't want you to break and become this submissive thing with basically no thoughts or feelings, but Dream, Sapnap and George do.

Karl is your main source of comfort and the one you most likely fell in love with first. And, if you want to escape, Karl is your best bet, since he only wants you to be happy and safe, and if he sees they are doing the complete opposite, he'll let you go, he's aware of the consequences but, he doesn't care

Dream is extremely harsh and can out of hand sometimes when he's left alone to watch you. One time, and the LAST TIME, Dream had to watch you by himself since Karl was time traveling, Quackity was busy, and George and Sapnap were mining. Dream started to get angry and stressed since you kept telling him to leave you alone and you wanted Karl, so, Dream dragged you to the basement and fucking beat you until you were barely breathing, and then mentally scar you by making you watch 5 hours worth of gore, but it only got to the 2 since Sapnap, George, Quackity and Karl came back earlier than expected, and they walked in on what Dream was doing. Karl and Quackity would get you out of Dream's hands, which was very hard, and then Sapnap and George gave him a very long talk. No matter what they did, you never mentally healed from that trauma.

But it isn't all hell and no heaven. You guys sometimes have movie or game nights just to bond, or you guys just goof around to music. Karl even let's you guys use his nails polish to paint each others nails.

Quackity loves to sing songs to you whenever your sad, or just for fun. You guys sing a lot of boy band songs though-

George sleeps most of the time and your forced to sleep with him, he doesn't care if your tired or not. Dream told him he couldn't have you all to himself and that he had to share, but George just stared at him with no care in the world.

Sapnap and George agure a lot over this problem and Sapnap just catches fire most of the time due to rage, you just run off while George sighs and blows out the fire with a fire extinguisher before telling Sapnap he's the reason Y/N spends more time with him, because he can't control his anger which makes them scared of him

Karl takes all of you guys to the past for fun or for date nights, you guys mainly go to the medieval era and mess around in Kingdoms and fuck with Royalty.

[helpimhyperfixating]

Masterlist :3

This art 👆 and my header were both made by @simpingandprocrastinating go check her out she’s so talented and makes awesome content!!!

I’m also active in the CoD fandom. John Price focused blog: @hihhasotherfixations :3

Ko-Fi! https://ko-fi.com/helpimhyperfixating

Requests: Closed :((

Commissions: 1/3 Open

Do’s: I’ll write anything ranging from fluff, oneshots, prompts, imagines, drabbles, s p i c y, crossovers, and AU’s (I love those muhaha)! Female or gn reader mostly. If you don’t specify I’ll automatically revert to female reader! ^^

Some things I won’t do: Stand romance or smut (separate from User), Age gap, Incest, rejection and stuff like that, cheating, extreme Yandere (murder, hurting darling, etc.), degradation, angst with no fluff to balance it out (like, I do love me some angst, but not Yin without its Yang, y’know?), Non-con.

Minors do not interact with any Yandere or nsfw 18+ content (block the ‘hih’s hôrni works’ tag)

Links beneath the cut!

P3=anytime before, during or after (college) SDC, P4=anytime during his late 20’s and DIU, P5=anytime during Golden Wind and early 30’s, P6=anytime during late 30’s, SO and everything after. AU=any alternate universes of course ;}

Oneshots:

P4 - Hat

P4 - Sick

P3 - Spilled Tea

P4 - Mother’s Day

P3 - Jotaro Comforts You

P3 - A Writer’s Trouble

P3 - Help with the Horde

AU - Pokémon professor Jotaro au

P4 - Join Me

AU - Captive Together - Mer! Jotaro x Mer! Reader au / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

P4 - Blood Test

P4 - Sneak Attack In Morioh

AU - Surprise visit - Mer! Jotaro x Human! Reader

P6 - You Are - Jotaro x Trans! Reader

P3 - Owned - Yan! Jotaro x Reader

AU - Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

AU - Stay - Mer! Jotaro x Human! Reader

AU - Dad - A short Mer AU fic

AU - Risk - A short Mer AU fic

P3 - Woes of the Past

P3 - Change

P4 - Silk Ribbon - Yan! Jotaro x Reader

P6 - Forgotten Lunch

P4 - Help! / part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

P4 - Sledding

P4 - The Grumpy Dolphin

AU - Rekindled Meetings - Mer! Jotaro x Reader

AU - Fishnet Cuts - Pirate!Jotaro x Mer!Reader

AU - Found - Neko!Jotaro x Reader / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

P4 - Vacation

EVENT REQUEST MASTERLIST :D (many drabbles and some oneshots)

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Smuts 🔞:

P3 - Kotatsu

AU - Captive Together / Part 3

P3 - College party

AU - Dream Walker - Sorcerer!Jotaro x Reader

AU - White Lie - Incubus!Jotaro x Reader / Part 1

Kinktober 2023 - Masterlist

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Harry Potter x JJBA AU with @simpingandprocrastinating :

House sorting!

House sorting 2!

A Photograph

CHAPTER 1

Side drabble 1 - Angst

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Drabbles and au’s of the au:

AU - Mer dadtaro au (read the ‘Dad’ short Mer AU fic first)

Yandere Jotaro x reader drabble

AU - Jotaro brings home a tuna for you to eat.

P4 - Heavy petting session 🔞

P4 - Stubble 🔞

AU - Baby merlyne learns how to crawl

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Headcannons: (Sort of? I dunno how to do these, lol)

SDC and other Jojo’s as Mer

Joot Sneeze

Milk cartons

Yandere Jotaro

Garbage can

With a Merman by the fire

Yandere werewolf Joot and dragon Joot finding injured darling

Some dadtaro with Jolyne thoughts

Jotaro headcannons

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Memes/miscellaneous: 

Mermaid AU asks and lore - Mini Masterlist

Important talk

Das a lot of words

Life Problems? Easy Fix

I made a mistake 

Protect him at all costs

Fixed 6taro png / Fixed Jolyne screenshot

Jotaro sings to you

H i m? / ✨ H i m ✨ / The sad follow-up / The long awaited sequel

The three stages of me writing

Dadtaro got me

A forever dilemma

Me when Jotaro / Me when Jotaro 2

Writing ideas

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Wait you draw?: 

Poké Joot 

Poké Kak

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✨ Upcoming: ✨

Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU! Jotaro x Reader / P3 (I genuinely love this one and am very excited to start posting it) [Bit delayed too as I frantically try to rewrite it]

Android AU that was an ask that is getting a bit out of hand because I don’t know when to stop - Android!Jotaro x Reader / P? I dunno how many parts [Delayed cause I lost it all]

Werewolf!Jotaro x Reader

Medieval AU - Knight! Jotaro x Reader

[doomed-prophetess]

here are some Jennette-is-a-construct-made-of-black-magic headcanons:

- she can’t dream

- high pain tolerance (when she was small she once put her hand on an oven to see how long it would take until she feels something)

- high recovery stats (hence why Rosalia banked on her surviving the assassination)

- she has hypogeusia: a reduced ability to taste things (to taste sweet, sour, bitter, or salty substances). Because she tastes less when she eats she prefers to eat overly sweet or overly spicy food

- has an insane alcohol tolerance (this one is from ghostieie)

- because Ana put dark magic in her he had to take something from her resulting in her feeling a certain kind of emptiness like a piece of her is missing

- this is why she is so obsessed with being around her immediate family. Only with them she feels complete

- has an affinity for anything dark and destructive

- I can picture her being good with poisons, making the medieval equivalent of bombs or being a talented sharpshooter, but since these things don’t fall in her interests she never tries them out and those talents stay hidden

- when she tries to create something she has to put twice as much effort into it since it will always go terribly wrong on the first try (she once almost blew up the kitchen when she wanted to bake a cake for Rogers birthday)

- was a weird baby who after birth acted more like a robot until one day she started to act normal (cried a lot etc)

- when her nanny read her fairy tales she subconsciously modeled her personality after the heroines

- she copies other people and adopts their character traits if she likes them

- the person she copied the most is Athy. Jennette has an entire closet of dresses inspired by the Crown Princess (she also canonically has a plush bunny like Athy so I think this hc might be true to some degree)

- adept learner, perceptive, highly empathic to the point where she is exhausted after a day having to entertain the nobles and just falls on her bed and sleeps

- hypersensitive to criticism

- instead of freezing her heart she can flip of a switch and just not care about anyone besides her and Athy

- she’s basically the “the way to hell is paved with good intentions” proverb

- this is random but I hc Jen as a delusional & clingy yandere

- had a black mana pet when she was nine. it’s white.