#yandere genderbend mulan

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Your genderbent stories made me think… what if reader had transmigrated into Mulan? And they think they know Mulan’s secret so they’re like hint hint but surprise Mulan is actually genderbent in this universe so he’s just like weirded out by this weird girl? And then eventually falls for her and goes yandere?

Transmigration Reader

This works especially well in my original genderbent Yandere Mulan, everything is switched. Mulan is a man, he’s not a soldier but a consort assassin, the emperor isn’t old or benevolent, he's young, he's selfish and greedy, and people move for desire rather than for honor. When your transmigrated here you land in the lap of Alice from Wonderland, where you see that this world is a little different from your stories. But you don’t mind the gender change; Alice is just as sweet and excitable as ever. And as his friend its only natural you travel along with him as he grows his industry of fashion out of the heart of Wonderland. Traveling with him you get to see plenty of fairytales with slight changes, I mean Alice was never known for being a fighter but the…sleeping road bandits would say otherwise.

So ofcourse your thrilled when you come across Mulan, aware that perhaps this was farther in the original story line you knew. So when you see this woman and her closeness with the emperor your certain this is she. Not to mention her real name is what brings you to smile with familiarity. Its probably what allows you to open up to him because your sure you know the secret of her powerful skills. 

Boy, are you in for a surprise when Ping is finally allowed to do what he likes. Pulling at your new traditional robes with a hungry blush under his powdered makeup. 

“W-what?! B-but aren’t you a soldier? A-aren’t y-you the honorable hero that surpassed the rules of only men going to work?”

He chuckles as he undoes the only knot left. “W-what, have you been drinking? I was…something of a soldier but I wasn’t kicked out because I wasn’t a guy. Pft! I may look like a woman but I promise you I’m more man than anything!” 

“B-but Mulan–”

“Its Ping, darling. Now stay still this isn’t supposed to kill you. Just an aphrodisiac affect!”

You’ll soon find this ‘Mulan’ is subjected to complete servitude and belittlement as he hides as the Emperor’s consort. Too weak to be apart of battle he proposed a new method to fight…a darker method that was deemed to inhumane. But the Emperor saw his greatness and let him sate his desires, the most recent one being you. 

If you thought there was ever a chance your friend was going to be of any help you would be sorrowly mistaken. The sight of Alice hanging on the arm of the Emperor as they stand over your drugged out form. 

“Let the show begin…Ping.”

[hana-no-seiiki]

YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT ME NOT F*CK ME!

yan! school grass (most handsome/perfect guy)/rival x crossdresser! male! reader x yan! friends - part one

tw/cw: mention of abusive parents (but not reader’s) and yandere themes. also your rival has some repressed sexual urges, he really needs to get laid or some head or something-

just read migi and dali and gahd NOW I WANNA WRITE A WHOLE CROSSDRESS /GENDERBENDER BL NOVEL IM IN HORRID ROTTING

Like I imagine this the best with stoic and/or tsun yans the best. You know those types that want to be perfect but only feels perfect when they’re with reader.

ive always loved these tropes as a kid, from mulan to that one tawog episode where darwin fell in love with fem! gumball and like this was even before i knew i wasnt cis but gahd AAAAAAA

also inspired by @moyazaika ‘s rival work. go read it!!

but anyways have the fic, lowercase intentional for first part to differentiate povs.

it was a dare given by your friend group earlier last weekend. wear the girls uniform and a wig for the entire month. it was easy to get the materials necessary for the most part. your mother had several wigs and was more than happy to style her son in feminine clothing. she was just amazing and supportive about your whims like that.

it didn’t take long for you to realize that no one recognized you in your new look.

the day started like many of your other ones at the school, you’d race your rival as the first one in class and whoever wins gets rights to a smug look on their face until the next thing you guys eventually compete on.

but unlike the crestfallen expression you expected — nay wanted — from that stupid pretty boy, you were greeted by what you could only described as complete bafflement.

“what?” despite having a different reaction from what you imagined, you managed to keep a composed appearance. “cat got your tongue?”

“ah. . .”

and that were the only words he said to you the entire day. nothing else. not a single groan of anger whenever you answered everything correctly, he didn’t even attempt at stopping you mid-way or disagree with you answer simply because he wanted to annoy you.

and so you couldn’t help it, as soon as the bell rang signalling lunch time you swiftly turned around to face him.

“are you alright?”

you inquired. not at all worried about his well-being at the slightest. you hated him with all your being after all and you didn’t make an effort to be soft with your tone either.

“h-huh?” he looked dazed. like his head had been in the clouds and you just yanked him down to ground.

your rival never got distracted.

“you—“ you reached out about to smack his face to keep him in check.

“if you’ll excuse me!” he smacked your hand out of the way, screeched at you, and then left in a hurry to who knows where.

nevermind that was definitely him. that silly brat hated it whenever you touched him. he must have just been having issues at home again or something.

Haoyu was trembling — shaking uncontrollably as his breaths turned more shallow by the second. His heart was pumping blood in places of his body where it shouldn’t have been in the middle of school hours. Sweat lined his entire skin and it didn’t help how the bathroom he rushed into had nothing to keep the temperature down.

Who were you?

You sat at his rival’s seat. That nasty kid that always got in his nerves. No one questioned the boy’s absence and he would have asked the teachers on what had happened if you didn’t suddenly take his breath away.

You were, ethereal. Otherworldy even. When he first saw you he was taken away by the way your hair moved in the wind (if only he knew . . .).

Still, he was far too distracted by [Y/N]’s absence to properly let the feeling simmer.

Then, all that went away when you reeled in his mind back at you again at class. You were incredible, capable, intelligent, and oh so perfect. But unlike that stupid child that usually sat in front of him, he did not feel an ounce of envy at all.

If only who could see your eyes as you spoke; the tone of your voice conveyed so much passion that he wanted to see in those beautiful (e/c) orbs.

And his prayers were granted by none other than the goddess that is you,

“Are you alright?”

Your voice? Oh your voice! Haoyu’s heard it already of course, but each new time you spoke it was like a whole new melody, a new piece that immediately turned into his favorite.

His mind was too fried with these thoughts, thoughts that his parents would no doubt beat out of him if they found out.

His feels the parts down there suddenly move. He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the phenomenon. He wasn’t without his hormones after all. But this was the first time it ever reacted that way so strongly, like if he didn’t give it attention himself it’d explode.

“Mmph��”

And for the time in his entire life, Haoyu does something he knew his parents would definitely be disappointed if not livid about. A hand on his mouth, and another in his school uniform’s pants.

lunch time.

you usually spent those studying or preparing for the next class as hanging out with your friends always ended with you being too distracted to do schoolwork but today you had to show up with ‘proof’ that you went through with their dare.

“yiran ? yichen ?”

no response.

you sighed. as usual, the twins were late. what did you expect? those two would be caught dead before they could be early much less found in the library.

and so you spent the entire time reading,

unaware of the crowd that formed around you while you were busy studying.

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Yandere male Mulan with a forgine traveling merchant

Artist: Ripushko (on Pinterest)

He felt that same warmth trickle through his body as he heard the familiar yells and cries that came with your merchant band arriving. Once again arriving with your strange band and cart you came, chaotically crashing through the capital. It felt longer without your presence; of course disguising yourself can also make you feel that way but that wasn’t the point. Ping made his way to the window easily spotting the familiar band of merchants making their way to the palace steps. 

Before hearing the knock of the door he was prepared to leave. Make up done and hair tied up in perfect practice, he was escorted to the throne room of the Grand Emperor. Followed by the young three princes held his fan and retained an emotionless expression. 

“Grand Emeror.” 

“Consort.”

Introduced alongside the princes would never be something Ping would get used to. But he still did it nearly every day. As rehearsed he sat beside the Emperor on the designated seat. He tried to ignore the smirk and side glance that the Emperor gave him before looking towards the announcer. 

“Introducing the traveling merchant band–”

“THE WONDERLANDIANS!!” 

The outburst included knocking over the announcer as that familiar blonde lead merchant walked in shouting your name. The smirk never left his face if anything it widened as the rest of the ‘Wonderlandians’ trickled in. The traveling brand of merchants consisted of a charming blonde man, a strange woman with hats, a smiling contortionist, and you the actual brains behind the operation. Like clockwork you were wearing their newest line, showing off their newest fabrics as you stood at attention next to the Emperor’s advisor–a typical confidant when prices and logistics were discussed. 

“Oh great Emperor, I’ve come with all new designs all for your pleasure.”

“You have yet to disappoint, Alice.”

He flashed his pearly whites as he rose from his dramatic bow before reaching into his foreign tunic pulling out an obnoxiously tall hat as he began a new dance number. The miscellaneous masked dancers continued to show even more of the Wonderlandian products with reflective lights and singing it drew everyone’s attention to your flashier counterparts. But no one drew Ping’s eyes more than you slightly mouthing the words and answering a few hushed questions from the advisor. 

Even as the curtains are pulled back and the reflective lighting is put away the Emperor rises to closely inspect the displayed products on the still posing dancers. And like any competent shopper he lets Alice charismatically drone on and on about every speck of fabric that catches the Emperor’s eye. At one point Ping is beckoned to come stand near the Emperor as he holds fabrics up to his form.

“Wouldn’t you be lovely in this color, dear?”

The name is uttered mockingly to only the two of them who are aware of his consorts true identity. But Ping only nods gracefully slowly, batting his eyes from behind the fan that continues to hide your face. The Emperor continues shopping, not even bothering to dismiss his consort who can only let their eyes stray while following him around. You are heavily conversing with the advisor who is trying to keep up with whatever the Emperor just so happens to run his fingers along. 

He loves your focused face so much it always guarantees that you won’t meet his eyes. But he does like seeing your unfocused face. You often get bored after you’ve listed all the prices you know by heart. You're probably good at haggling, he expects that of you, it's probably why he sees you really smile when you're dealing with the citizens. He wishes he could do that with you.

“Mulan!” 

Pings snaps in attention to realize everyone in the room is looking in a gutted anticipation. The Emperor quickly recovers, excusing his consort’s divided attention as a result of the attention-grabbing designs but Ping’s already seen the flash of annoyance in his eyes. Ping doesn’t risk it and keeps his eyes lowered for the rest of your visit. 

He does see you one last time when your troupe is collectively permitted to spend the night in the Amethyst Palace. You bowed to both him and the Emperor quickly rushing to the side of Alice who was waiting for you. The speedy beating of his heart almost swallowed the impending doom he knew he’d endure for embarrassing the Emperor. 

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In the secluded room of the Grand Emperor, Ping laid exhausted against the chilling marble floor. Panting in the tatters of his dress his disguise was sullied by the Emperor’s treatment. The Emperor was smoking his freshly bought fauna. He always did that when you visited…it made the pain and shame die down…just a little.

“So it's one of them in the wonder band that does it for you, eh?”

He didn’t need to answer. He had already revealed too much. Still pressing against the floor he almost let himself sleep in the overwhelming quietness in the room. It’d be nice to have a dream with you. 

“Hey MuLAn!? Don’t forget what your purpose is! Now tell me which is the one that you liked the most.”

Feeling the force of the Emperor’s foot pushed him into further discomfort and unabated pleasure. He was trained to keep his mouth shut, trained to keep your name sacred. Even under the pressure of the Emperor he found such favor from.

“Come on you army-man! Why don’t you share, tell your dearest Emperor who we should keep here!”

Keep?!

The word was simple. A term of ownership that had flown out the window with his hidden identity and consorted status to the Grand Emperor. It did cross his mind whenever he found himself missing your presence or yearning to know more of you.

“Ah~ You seemed to love that! Shall we do that then? Make it a game!? A game of hide your freak?!”

Even without being blinded in pleasure would have wholeheartedly agreed. He’d love nothing more than to be able facilitate a way for you two to meet.Oh the possibilities!! And the prospect of keeping you forever made him lose his grip on reality even more.

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Come morning the consort was allowed to sleep, finally emerging from the Grand Emperor’s chamber slowly strolling through the gardens in his lonesome; he was beyond surprised to see the subject of his affections gazing intensely at the zen garden with a journal in hand. For a moment he froze. What should he say? What would you do? How could he catch your attention?! 

In his guffawed state you did acknowledge him mistaking his flustered gaze for shock. With a bow and amicable smile you put a hand to your heart.

“Excuse me for my intrusion, grand consort. His highness allowed us to…explore for an extended period of time.”

Keeping his fan on guard and nodding slowly you relaxed before complimenting the garden saying how it was ‘nothing like your home.’ Nearly having a heart attack at hearing your voice being directed at him all he could do was nod which seemed to relay a lack of interest.

“I’m sorry if I’ve bothered you, I’ll live if you–”

“No.” You adorably tilted your head as if you were still trying to believe he spoke. “Stay.”

Obediently you sat beside the consort continuing to talk all about what it was like where you were from and all Ping could do was try to relish in how much of you he got to experience. Your smell, your sound, your focus. It was all his and Ping was addicted. 

As the month progressed you still were lodged at the palace and Ping was happier than ever. He could have as much of you as he saw fit with the Emperor distracted with your leading man, your time was his. Scheduling tea times, inviting you to fittings, shopping, even telling your stories when you finally felt close to him. He could even have your clothes, the traditional outfits being new to you it's so common that you leave it behind. Leaving it for him to sniff, taste, and harvest for later. But why would he worry about  later when you hadn’t shown signs of leaving?

“(Y/n).”

“If I may be dismissed, Grand consort.”

Diligently nodding you rose from your bowing position to follow Alice in another absurd hat. That was why you were far too keen on following your merchant leader at his beck and call. He often thought about what he’d do if he didn’t dismiss you…but it only made sense as the Emperor was no longer occupied by your dictator merchant. 

“It's the cute moneymaker isn’t it?!” 

The growl in his ear reminded Ping of the Emperor he was at the mercy of playing his game in order to out his consort’s desire. The discovery was spoken in passing during a bathing session he had invited the consort to participate in. He knew begging wouldn’t help so he kept quiet, opting to stare at the rippling water below. I wonder how your skin would look in the bathwater.

“Yay! It is! I win!” 

The Emperor playfully giggled purposely disrupting the water to splash Ping in the face. And as fast as he had done that he became incredibly serious.

“Now did you do it?”

“W-what?!” 

“Did you have sex with them?!

The Emperor was holding his gaze with his piercing eyes and Ping almost felt remorseful he didn’t have another answer.

“...no.”

The Emperor sucked his teeth before leaning away as if to pout at his consort’s loyalty. He held this pose before coming close once again. 

“Hey! You’d like it if they stayed here even longer right?”

Ping looked at him with bated interest and the Emperor’s devious smirk appeared once again. 

“Then all you have to do is poison the one that makes the hats. Oddly enough he’s the only one who knows the way back. If they don’t have the way back, it’d be a crime to be going nowhere…” 

His lips grazed against the flesh of Ping’s ear with his next command.

“...use your poison to off the Hatter for me. I appreciate your efforts above anything else so please Ping you’ll do this for me? For (Y/n)?”

The utterance of your name immediately encouraged him to agree immediately, leaving the smiling Emperor in his tub as Ping got to work. It would have been almost a year since he was disgraced, disowned, all for suggesting a newer system to kill their enemies. But it was his fault when a soldier mockingly partook in his genius. But just as fast as he was left he was picked up, sure it included faking his death and having everyone call him Mulan. But he survived. He saw you, he would have you as long as he carried this out…properly this time.