#yandere ranni x reader

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What do you think of yandere rykard, ranni ?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ it's been so long, haha! but rykard will come alongside the yandere tanith ask :) ♡ Ranni is a deeply calculating person. 

♡ her heart is deeply gated, and only usually only absolute loyalty can open it up. 

♡ of course, she’d be cordial no matter what. she is Rennala’s daughter, after all. women of Caria are always elegant, noble, calculating. 

♡ and naturally, she is her mother’s daughter. 

♡ Rennala crumbled for Radagon. And so, Ranni crumbles for her beloved Tarnished. 

♡ she doesn’t understand why, for the most part. she’s always had such a visceral control over herself, down to her own death. why is she so unrestrained now? 

♡ she is, at very least, marginally better than her mother. 

♡ Ranni is better at hiding her emotions; hiding how distraught she is every time the Tarnished leaves. 

♡ she, hypothetically, doesn’t even have a heart. so why does she feel the phantom thudding, pounding in her chest? the rhythm of an aching heart? 

♡ she sends Blaidd to watch over her Tarnished, at first. but she sees how close they get, and there’s this strange nervous fluttering in her stomach. 

♡ again-physical reactions should not be possible. but with the Tarnished, anything could happen. 

♡ maybe it’s the echoing memories of when Ranni had her body; a figment of her brilliant mind. 

♡ she begins crumbling, asking to accompany the Tarnished on their fights, to see how they battle with sweat on their brow and blood on their tongue. 

♡ swoon. 

♡ Ranni can’t help it. there’s no reason for her to try and resist her own temptations. she’s never tried in the past, after all. 

♡ but then she sees all the others. the women and men who cling to her Tarnished. their light, their grace, was bright. 

♡ unacceptable. 

♡ how could someone cast their gaze onto Ranni’s…

♡ knight? toy? thing? 

♡ the two certainly hadn’t established themselves as lovers. 

♡ but Ranni didn’t feel it mattered that much. 

♡ she was a bit spoiled. she wants her playthings to be hers, and hers alone. she does not and never will share. 

♡ Ranni is a little bitter. while she’s not above just killing her ‘competitors’, it’s a hassle. why can’t the Tarnished realise what’s right in front of them? 

♡ she almost sees it as cheating. obviously, it’s not actually cheating and she knows that. 

♡ but at the same time, she feels like she has a right to the Tarnished. 

♡ for all her tactical genius, her obsession with the Tarnished is like a bad flu she can’t kick. 

♡ genuinely, she’s a bit starstruck. confused. baffled. 

♡ she isn’t quite sure what to do. 

♡ when Radagon left Rennala, she became a shred of what she once was. Ranni refuses this fate. 

♡ the solution? 

♡ keep her beloved Tarnished by her side, at all costs. 

♡ she calls in all favours with her advisors. she makes a point to stress how important it is that her Tarnished does not go free. 

♡ shields of Carian magic, guises, fog, guardians stationed outside of the towers; Ranni is thorough with her kidnapping of the Tarnished. 

♡ though, obviously, she doesn’t see it as kidnapping. more as a…return to form. like calling a pet back home. 

♡ one can only hope that the Tarnished finds a way out, or is elsewhere fine with being cooped up in the towers. 

♡ in all fairness, Ranni does let the Tarnished go outside. 

♡ the area of the Three Sisters is barred off, and there’s enough space that Ranni lets her Tarnished go out to see the cliffs, to look out onto the grass, to feel the breeze-granted they behave. 

♡ everyone keeps a close eye on the Tarnished. there are no allies to be found for the Tarnished. 

♡ Ranni is to be Elden Lord, after all. her word is law. 

♡ expect not super lovey dovey behaviour. none of that romantic nonsense, like sharing a bed or kissing. 

♡ Ranni has been raised on the rules of kings, queens, concubines. 

♡ she will call upon the Tarnished when she feels like it, and even then, it’s mostly to sit in silence while she dwells upon her plans. 

♡ and…that’s it. 

♡ thrilling, isn’t it? to be held at such a lofty level for nothing? 

♡ and the Tarnished still has the little Ranni doll for when the woman herself isn’t about. 

♡ a doll for the doll’s doll, as it were. 

♡ a handsome little thing for Ranni to stare at from her lofty abode. 

♡ one can only hope that if the Tarnished ever manages to scatter into the four winds, that they’re fast enough and strong enough. 

♡ Ranni will never give up her toys so easily. 

[salemwasnteverhere]

༒︎𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔨𝔞! 𝔵 𝔉𝔢𝔪!ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯༒︎

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝 (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Ps this is kinda shitty since I just had an edible

SFW

Ever since you were a young girl, you had this effect on people.

Family were more protective of you and friends didn't want to be far from you for long

Turning into a young woman only made it worse.

While you didn't live with family anymore, your neighbors were too nosy and your friends would argue over who hung out with you that day

Of course, you were oblivious to this. You were oblivious to everything.

You left your village at age 23 when a giant ran through and killed nearly everyone.

It's the lands in between what did you expect?

But you got on a horse with all your belongings in a bag and made your way to the erdtree.

You didn't have a goal, hell you didn't even have a map, but it seemed as if the erdtree beckoned you to it.

You got to Limgrave and explored, making friends with a few tarnished. Such nice people if you ignore the smell of death.

Do they wash? Apparently not.

Then you got to Stormveil Castle untouched.

Margit stopped you, of course, thinking you were another tarnished. But when he saw you it was like someone spoke to him.

So he stepped aside and let you pass. You walked right through the front gate, no one looked at you and they didn't dare touch you.

You were confused but grateful to get through the castle quicker.

Liurnia was so big you kinda got dizzy.

Things here were more hostile than you thought and sneaking past them was harder. But you managed.

I would get into the nitty-gritty of how you got to the capital but would you read all of that?

Let's say you finally got to the capital.

At first, you think it's beautiful and you're so excited to explore.

Next thing you know your running from foot soldiers yelling about Marika and Radagons consort.

After that, you hid in an alleyway to catch your breath when you got the shit knocked out of you.

Well good news cause you woke up in a plush bed wearing clothing that covered what it needed.

A white dress that had leg slits, the top connected to a gold clasp around your neck.

You noticed your head was laid on something hard and warm.

Sitting up you see Lord Radagon himself laying next to you.

He was asleep and his long red hair was spread on the pillows.

One of his arms was wrapped around your waist and the other hand was under his head.

You, being the oblivious dumbass you are, saw nothing of the situation and laid back down.

:3 <==== you

And when you woke up it was Marika.

You tried to be polite. Called her 'my queen', tried bowing, but she shushed you and pulled you close.

She explained how she and Radagon were both there, sharing a body, sharing you.

And who would say no to riches, safety, mind-blowing sex, and basically anything you want?

NSFW

Didn't take long for them to get handy with you.

I mean your first day with them Marika had already cupped your breasts while sleeping. An accident she said.

But it's not like you were against it. The two of them were so attractive, so attending and so teasing that you found yourself dripping just by talking to one of them.

Now who had you first? Trick question it was both.

There you were on the bed, naked and sprawled out with Radagon eating you out.

His mouth was skilled and he knew every spot to suck and flick.

Marika was the one whose hand caressed your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with a tender touch.

It was only after you came twice on his tongue that Radagon finished slid into you.

His cock was perfect, practically made for you.

It hit every spot and his tip pressed to your cervix.

His thrusts were gentle and intense at first, easing you in and stretching you out.

Marika spoke from him, praising you and coddling you.

"Our angel."

"Just like that, lift your hips up pretty."

"Don't hold back, let us hear you."

"Yes. Say our names just like that..."

Radagon groaned when you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his chest.

His thrusts got harder, faster, his movement more primal that anything else.

He wouldn't break you, but he would destroy you.

He practically lifted you off the bed, driving into you.

The room was filled with skin slapping and your cries of ecstasy, not to mention Marika cooing when you clawed at Radagons back and did like 2 damage.

Your orgasm came first, blinding white light clouded your vision as you squirt all over Radagons cock, your head falling back.

Radagon groaned as he came, stuffing your cunt full of his cum.

If you get pregnant then they'll have to expand the family tree.

Marika has too many damn kids.

Anyways :3

This was your first time with them so they didn't want to push you too far.

[eskumii]

" MY FAIR CONSORT, ETERNAL " — soft yandere!knight x immortal!princess!reader

SYNOPSIS: your dark knight, who grew up hearing stories of your tragic fate as the immortal princess destined to be killed by a great warrior, has now arrived to claim your father's throne... and you. (1.9k) — navi.

CONTENT: yandere behaviors, age gap (knight is like 27 and reader is 19), fake religious mentions ("the gods"), hot knight is literally ur superfan 4 life and just wants better for u... manipulation, slight infantilization

NOTES: i injected elden ring into my veins to write this. i thought of the knight from the perspective of the player's character, who defeats all the bosses in the game and meeting you is like the ending lol. u don't need to know anything abt elden ring btw, i was just inspired by the lore (and ranni's ending ofc muehehe) c:

the dark knight who ascended from ashes, borne from shadows and bones and the blood of the world, is now kneeling at your precious feet.

and you, the princess destined to he who restores order in this level of the stratosphere by cutting down the souls of opposition, must take the triumphant warrior into your arms as he takes your life, and your father's throne—just as the prophecy foretold.

but, to do this, you hesitate.

even in the blackness of his rugged armor, you see your reflection in the twinkling of the blood there, freshly drawn from the still-warm bodies of the gatekeepers, who lie uselessly past the threshold of your chambers. you are alone now, at the mercy of a mortal who clawed his way through death to usher in a new era of reigning peace.

this is the man by whose hand you are to be killed. you see his face not, but his beastly stature hunched before you and his ghastly sword, long and wide, is sheathed against the vastness of his strong back; it is enough for you that a great knight has emerged from among the lowly to slaughter you, and that you do not even have a chance to fight for your life. how cruel that you are fated to die this way.

despite your personal reservations, you must accommodate this warrior, as you have been trained to do since you were a mere girl. 

“honored knight,” you speak. “you have arrived, at last. i awaited this day a thousand years.”

he seems to be looking at you but you cannot tell from within the deep shadows of his helmet, where a small slit has been carved for sight. he is strange and quiet and stoic; you do not know where he comes from or the kind of person he is. 

you clear your throat in the silence. “to whom have i the honor of relinquishing my power?” 

ignoring your question, he instead delicately takes your hand in his, and he holds it to the metal of his faceplate where his lips are hidden beneath.

"my lady," his voice is darkness and tender. "the honor is mine. you are altogether lovely, even moreso than i imagined."

you flinch and hasten to pull your hand away. a sudden terror sweeps through the throne room but it is only apparent to you, the sole recipient of a certain impending doom. he is nothing like the brute you envisioned he would be… no, this is much worse.  

”...in my youth, i read of you and heard many a story—a princess whose beauty is marred with tragedy, as the fated warrior whom she knows not is to be her end.” 

you swallow thickly but you hold your tongue. you were not aware that your own tale had been passed down to the common peoples for so long, or that they cared much for you at all. you are both warmed and sodden with grief at the thought that so many generations of children have grown, tried, and failed to reach your castle and free themselves from the curse of being lost in this frozen pocket of time. 

he continues. “of all the myths (or so i thought they were) of princesses and their lovers, yours always won my favor and affection. i thought often that, during my training, i might one day come and gaze upon you myself.”

you stare at him, utterly disturbed. you do not know where he is going with this and wish he would spare you the preamble. is he going to kill you or not? 

“i see… well,” you start after a long pause. “you have seen me, and are seeing me. i am no figment of imagination.” 

“indeed, i have fulfilled my childish longings.” he hums lowly in agreement.

perhaps this strange man aims to kill you slowly with his fake words, so that you are none the wiser to the moment when he sinks his sword in your abdomen. there is no time for these foolish pleasantries. the gods are growing impatient; the skies have darkened, and you hear what sounds like thunder roaring in the near distance. 

you no longer stop yourself from blurting out how you really feel. "...o, please, great knight. do not torment me. i know well what you must do, so do not delay. you, a mere man, have felled every king and prince, who themselves are something like gods. i have no means of resistance towards you.” 

he is silent and unmoving for a moment. then, he bows his head to you, hand lain over his heart, still kneeling all the while. 

"my darling princess, it is true that i have conquered the world with my hands. if I may ask, for what reason do you think i have come to you?" he questions you with a smooth lilt in his tone, like he is humored by your urgency to die. 

but it is then your turn to be moved to silence. what is he talking about? you lean forward, confusion and desperation coming undone on your face.

"why, mustn't you end my life in order to fulfill the prophecy? of a lowly warrior who rises to take my father's throne, which i alone stand in your way?"

he bursts out into laughter, booming and terrifying. "what meaningless prophecies!”

your heart drops into your bowels at his words.  

the dark knight shifts to rest his weary, armored head in your lap. it is heavy and cold against your thighs, which are veiled poorly from such biting contact by your thin underskirts. the claws of his iron gloves dig into your yielding skin, pulling you closer to him despite your rigidness. he is breathing deeply, trembling against your warmth and softness like a man who's been starved of anything good and kind.

"what is a ruler without his fair consort?” he mutters quietly. “i have slain your father already, silly girl. i may descend upon this throne as i wish. but i have come so that we might be companions, not enemies.”

your breath is taken from you. this lowly knight wishes to rewrite the prophecies of old? it is impossible—more than that, absurd and deluded. even you, granted immortality by the gods, have no say in what you have been called to do.  

“no…” you blanch, feeling sickly as your resolve crumbles. “we cannot… i must fulfill my duty. you have restored order unto this world, now i shall do my part.”

slowly, he begins to stand. you fear you have angered him but you have only told the truth, and it is all you can do. 

“your ‘duty’?” he spits, his tall form reaching mountain peaks as he straightens up to a towering height. “are you so eager to die when i have toiled eagerly to share a moment with you?” he reaches out a hand to cup your chin, turning your face this way and that as if to examine the integrity of your words based on the fear in your eyes. 

he rambles on, scoffing. “and then you speak of kings as gods yet i have defeated them all. what am i to you, then?” 

“you.. you’re the greatest warrior to ever live, of course. you have proved yourself tenfold, to me and to the gods. now you must do what has been demanded of you, fool.” you spit back harshly, disregarding any of your niceties from before.

it is true that you do not want to die… but this is a kinder fate than being punished by the gods for disobedience, who by now must be descending atop the clouds in their anger, or something of the sort. 

“very well, then. if duty is what you desire, i give unto you a new one that is most befitting: embrace thine new king, and be mine.”

his hand moves to your cheek and how gentle is his touch. but you wretch yourself away because you are no betrayer of your destiny. a thousand years ago, you took your place as throne keeper while your father awaited this so-called “fated lowly knight” who would fell him with ease. for a thousand years, he prowled amongst the shadows of the castle, regarding every wandering soul within the kingdom with hostile suspicion, and never was he a father to you again, but a stranger.

none of this changes the fact that your father was weak, as well as every other kingdom that operated beneath you. now, that very knight is standing before you with one unrelenting desire—not to kill you, but… to love you? all of your faithfulness in sacrificing yourself for the sake of the world has been reduced to nothing right before your eyes. 

you sink to the floor, lacy underskirts pooling helplessly around your legs, and clasp your hands around his steeled greaves. it is the first time you have left the seat of the throne in many, many years. but you do so to lay your case before this knight, this new king, on behalf of the common peoples who are stuck in this timeless crack of history, where dying means to never have existed.

“please,” you beg. “put this evil far from you! you know not what you are doing.” 

“my girl, is it an evil thing that i have chosen to love you and spare you? rather, have you not been burdened by such an evil thing the "gods" are setting against you?” he leans down to pet your head. “your isolation has maddened you, poor thing. come, i shall comfort you.” 

you shake your head furiously but you can do nothing as he drags you with little effort by your underarms to what is now his place on the throne. his clanking armor rests in the seat which you have sat, and you feel a sort of power come out from you. you come to the realization that the exchange of rule and royal hands has finally occurred, but all for the wrong reasons.

the dark knight sits you on his lap. sharp edges dig into the back of your legs. you turn to shove and push and punch but a strange weakness has taken you, and you hardly cause the man to budge in his upright position. after a few minutes of your senseless onslaught, the knight wrestles your arms down with just one hand.

“enough of your whining, [name],” he growls. “we must tend to our kingdom now. how ever are you to help the peoples when you act so childishly?” 

you spit in his face. a bastard ascending from squalor dares to speak to you so familiarly? to touch you so intimately? this is no king worthy of your respect and submission and service. but of course, though, your act of rebellion does nothing and the dark knight laughs cruelly at your feeble attempts to disrespect and defy him. the deep sound rumbles from beneath his breastplate and he only seems to tighten his grip on you further. 

“no matter. i'll see to it that my darling is trained to be on her best behavior from now on. your father never did such a thing, did he?” he taunts you, but it is nothing but fondness. 

you slump down in his iron-clad grip, defeated. conquered. 

“on this day forth,” the knight raises his voice as if talking to a crowd, but there is no one to hear but you. “i have taken my rightful place as king, and will rule over these cursed lands for the rest of my days. as for the princess…” he seems to move his head to look down at you huddled in his arms.

“she, too, has taken her rightful place… as my fair consort, eternal.” 

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Do you know what would be a horrendous pairing?

Yandere!Godwyn x Reader x Yandere!Ranni

hWAT— ?!