#yandere stepmother

[dipolardruid]

What would be the reaction of the stepmother when being in an argument with Y/N and they in the heat of the moment shouted:

"don't tell me what to do mom!"

then they would realize they called Betra "mom" and panic trying to come up with some excuse

Sorry for all request being so late I've been quite busy with easter and birthdays in the way and my two injuries makes it little hard especially with working.

The room goes quiet so quiet you hear your heart pounding in your chest as Betra stares at you in shock.

"I...tha- that was....I mea-"

You stop talking as you look at Betra in bewilderment as you see her just staring at you showing no reaction to anything else.

"It was an accident didn't think it would upset you so mu-" you feel two arms wrap around the back of your neck and yank you forward, this causes you to tense up but relax once you notice Betra hugging you tightly against her collarbone her head resting above yours.

Right as you rest your arms around her the front door opens causing you look over and make eye contact with father who seems in awe at the scene you quickly drop your hands and go to push Betra away only for her to look at him tears in her eyes.

"Love, I was finally called mom." She says with a shaky smile, Your father's face brighten his eye lighting up "So y-" you struggle to get Betra off you fighting her arms back as she still attempts to clamp them around you.

"No! I didn't mean to, I meant to say something else completely" you quickly try to find excuses only for them to fall on deaf ears, you sigh giving in to your fate as you're endlessly hugged mainly by Betra for a majority of the day.

Request are open!

[loeh]

From the moment he saw your portrait, his life began to change in ways he could hardly understand. At first, he attended the auction out of obligation. He was indifferent to the event until he saw you, captured in a frame, almost lost among the other items on display.

You didn’t stand out at first. Your beauty wasn’t the kind that demanded immediate attention. Yet, when the bidding for your portrait began, he found himself compelled to participate. Was it boredom? A reckless display of wealth? He couldn’t say, even to himself.

The moment he brought your portrait home, he placed it in his room—an odd choice, one that puzzled him. It started as a mere curiosity. What was it about you that had so many people interested? Why did you look so serene, yet so stern?

Your gown, with its deep crimson velvet, was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clinging to your form like a whispered secret. The intricate lace on the bodice gracefully embraced your delicate shoulders, while the silk train flowed like liquid fire. It was mesmerizing, yet it was your expression that truly captivated him. It wasn’t one of joy or contentment, but of solemness—a quiet command that demanded respect and obedience.

Each night, as he looked upon the portrait, he became more obsessed, wondering who you were, what thoughts filled your mind when you posed for this image. It was as though you had reached out from the canvas, drawing him into a world where he couldn’t escape your gaze, a world where he was slowly losing himself to an obsession he couldn’t explain.

His curiosity had become an all-consuming obsession. The more he stared at your portrait, the more he needed to know about the woman who had captivated him so completely. He scoured records, questioned merchants, and chased down rumors, but for the longest time, his search led nowhere. You seemed to be a ghost, a figure lost to time.

Finally, after what felt like an endless pursuit, he encountered an elderly man who claimed to know your story. The man spoke with a somber tone, revealing that you were once the Crown Princess of a proud and flourishing kingdom. But tragedy had struck when your father’s own brother, betrayed the royal family. He committed treason, igniting a rebellion that tore the kingdom apart.

Despite being outnumbered and facing overwhelming odds, you stood as the last line of defense. You took up arms, leading the loyalists in a desperate attempt to save your home. The man recounted how you fought with unmatched bravery, refusing to yield even as the kingdom crumbled around you. But in the end, your efforts were not enough.

The last anyone saw of you was during a fierce duel with your once loyal knight and lover on the edge of a cliff. Some say you were killed in that final battle; others believe you vanished, your fate a mystery. The man who recounted this tale was none other than the head butler of your kingdom, a loyal servant who had witnessed the downfall firsthand.

Through further questioning, he learned that after your supposed death, your uncle’s reign quickly fell into chaos. The kingdom, once thriving, could not withstand the internal strife and soon succumbed to external wars. These conflicts were so devastating that they effectively erased the kingdom from history, leaving nothing behind but forgotten ruins and faded memories.

The more he uncovered, the deeper his obsession grew. You were no longer just a figure in a painting; you were a tragic heroine. The thought that your story, your life, could be forgotten by time haunted him. He felt an inexplicable connection to you, as if understanding your past could somehow fill the emptiness he felt within himself.

In the end, his search led him to a humble barhouse where you, once a Crown Princess, were now reduced to serving as a maid. The sight of you, stripped of your former grandeur, struck him like a blow to the heart. How could someone of your noble stature have fallen so low? The injustice of it consumed him, feeding the obsession that had taken root within him.

Determined to restore you to the glory he believed you deserved, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He married you, forcibly and without your consent, convinced that he was saving you from a life of indignity. To him, this was an act of love, a twisted belief that he was doing what was best for you, even if you couldn't see it.

He impregnated you with his children, two daughters who became the center of his world. In his mind, he had found his happy ending—a life with you by his side, a family that completed the vision he had constructed in his obsessive heart. He had given you back everything you had lost, or so he thought.

But you, despite everything, continued to resist. You sought every chance to escape, your spirit undimmed even in the face of his control. You spoke of how you didn't love this life, how you longed to be free from the gilded cage he had created. To him, your words were incomprehensible. How could you not see that he had given you everything? How could you reject the life he had worked so hard to build for you?

In his eyes, your ingratitude was maddening. He had rescued you, loved you, given you the children he believed would bind you to him forever. Yet you still sought to flee, still spoke of a life you wanted to escape from. To him, it was baffling—shouldn't you be more grateful? Shouldn't you love the life he had crafted for you with such care and obsession?

But in his twisted perception of love, he could not see the prison he had built around you, nor the pain he caused in his relentless pursuit of a happiness that was his alone.

Maximillian Ashet, Dylan Sean Blathe, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Dion Agriche, Cruel Harte, Rezef Hill, Eros Vasilios, Callisto Regulus, Ahin Grace, Theobold von Baden Mismarck, Noah Wynknight, Abel Heilon, Prince Escalus, Luciano Valeztena

[nymphea0]

JEREMY VON NEUSCHWANSTEIN .

HEADCANON.

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Hello Anon🦋, thanks for your request, this is my first time getting a request and also my first time making a headcanon.

it took me a while to make a headcanon, because i didn't read this manhwa before, so i read this manhwa and i need to analyze the nature of jeremy's character based on the original story.

this is a good manhwa, a complex depiction in terms of plot and character.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in this headcanon I wrote.

i hope you like it Anon🦋 , i'm very sorry, i accidentally deleted your question TvT, hope you forgive me, and enjoy Anon🦋. Love - Neva🦋🦋.

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Manhwa : The Fantasie of a Stepmother/A Stepmother's Fairy Tale / A Stepmother's Märchen .

Author And Illustrasion : Spice&Kitty / ORKA(Art).

Publisher : Kakaopage And Tapas.

*Source Image : Pinterest

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Jeremy Von Neuschwanstein'

● Jeremy, the man is the heir of the  Neuschwanstein family, a wealthy noble family. While you, you are just an ordinary girl who works as a gardener at the Neuscwanstein manor.

●you and Jeremy are childhood friends, you play together and grow up together, until all that changes when his mother dies of illness, Jeremy's attitude is not the same as the jeremy you know, he changes.

●as time goes by you are quite close to his stepmother Shuri Von Neuschwanstein, Shuri is very kind to you, she is gentle and respects you very much even though you are just a gardener.

●In Shuri's eyes, you and Jeremy are an ideal couple, shuri had thought that you and jeremy would get married someday, but that plan was forced to disappear when Duke Heinrich proposed an engagement between Jeremy and his daughter Ohara Von Heinrich.

●From there, your relationship with Jeremy, which was previously not close, changed to being like strangers. In Shuri's first life, she could conclude that Jeremy was willing to let you go for his honor.

● For Shuri, in her first life, Jeremy was very protective and liked to spend time with you compared to his younger siblings. Jeremy laughed and cried only with you. For Shuri, Jeremy in her first life was a figure who was very protective of you, pure love.

● However .... in her second life, Jeremy is different from the one in her first life.

● This Jeremy is more passionate and direct towards you. He doesn't care about his status as a noble when he is with you.

● Initially, Shuri thought that this might be Jeremy's true nature, but unfortunately Shuri was very wrong.

● because the current Jeremy is the Jeremy who is willing to burn the world just for you.

● Jeremy is not good at expressing his feelings through words, so Jeremy expresses his feelings through actions.

● he can kiss you, hug you secretly, even when you are busy taking care of the garden.

● Jeremy, he has had the same recurring dream for 1 year, the dream includes his mother who died right on his wedding day and himself who married a noble girl he didn't know, and not you.

●Jeremy was very angry and upset when he remembered the dream, Therefore with the permission of his stepmother Shuri Von Neuschwanstein, Jeremy asked for permission to marry you, which was answered with Shuri's agreement.

●You certainly think rationally, you reject Jeremy, you reject him by giving a reasonable reason, You are just an ordinary person, and not a noble lady who lives in luxury, but an ordinary person who lives in hardship.

● Jeremy rejected your excuse, 1 time, 2 times, 3 times, and many times Jeremy tried to convince you to marry him, even with the help of Shuri and her younger siblings, Elias, and the twins Leon and Rhacel, but the results were still in vain.

● Until when you decided to leave by quitting your job as a gardener, Jeremy decided to marry you by force. He locked you in his room.

● Shuri and her younger siblings tried to convince Jeremy that what he did was over the line.

● But this was Jeremy Von Neuschwanstein they were facing, a Neuschwanstein lion.

● Shuri and her younger siblings could only hope for the best for your fate with Jeremy.

●During your life with Jeremy, he was an incredibly responsible man, although sometimes he was jealous for no apparent reason, but my dear, Jeremy loves you very much, with Jeremy's life as marquess and you as marchioness

●Your life is like heaven with Jeremy in other noble lady eyes. While they never know what is secret behind Jeremy love for you.

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©️Nymphea0 2024 ,Headcanon.

Please dont steal my work, or use without my permissions , Always be good people Dear. Much love , Neva🦋🦋.

@snowflakes666 @aenishas @elleflying07 @cannyyyyy

[stepmarchen]

ASM and Chess (part 2)

A little realization about the Ending of a Fairytale Epilogue and Nora's chess pieces (spoiler warning!!)

Nora as a character is so haunting in the first timeline, because we get to see just how deep his dedication runs when he's driven to the end of the line. There's no promised what-ifs or hearts left to be revealed, because it's all too late. She's already gone.

Remember, in this timeline, Nora never found "any meaning in [his] life" and was "just waiting to die" but his last reason worth living for was the woman he was ordered to watch from the shadows. All he can do now is look back upon his regrets and carry out the duty he has already sworn himself into.

When Jeremy arrives and the two confront each other, Nora is not just angry at Jeremy, he's angry at himself. He speaks about how people regret losing something once they're gone. How "she had so many people by her side. But she didn't even notice they were right next to her." Now this is strange to me... because it's a little different from Jeremy's perspective right? Shuri couldn't have noticed Jeremy was on her side, because he was never there to begin with. But who was by her side? Nora.

Nora's speaking about himself. How he was by her side, quite literally, at all times. Watching over her, observing, at a distance, and out of her line of vision. What would it have taken for her to notice the man standing across the room, blue eyes following her every move? And would it have prevented her death? We'll never get to know.

With Shuri gone, Nora has now dedicated the rest of his life to carrying out one final mission, dragging her murderers out from under the covers and into the light. The difference now, is that he's willing to playing chess too. He's leading his troops to their death to reveal the truth, a "selfish choice" by actively going against the Emperor's wishes. Devoid of love and compassion, Nora is willing to sacrifice everything and let the Empire go up in flames.

"I will sacrifice this land covered in deceit. If that's what you wish for. These are the thoughts of an honorable man, who wanted to be a knight for justice. I wanted to be one too. But... there are no feelings left in a dream crushed by reality. I will reveal it at all costs. This is the only recognition I can dedicate to her. I beg for your forgiveness, Shuri von Neuschwanstein."

-Nora, Ch. 63

Notice, Nora is controlling the King (the Emperor) while Richelieu controls the Bishop (the Church). Nora has become just as black-hearted as Richelieu as they battle against each other in the world's most violent game of chess. Nora asks Shuri for forgiveness, with how heartlessly he is willing to toss away her loved ones for the sake of bringing her to justice. He's the one calling the shots, Nora is sending Jeremy off to war and he'll die for it. They all will.

[flaresemily]

Platonic Knight Father x Daughter Readers Part 1

Platonic Father Knight x Daughter Readers….

WARNING ⚠️ ‼️ ⚠️ ‼️

Contains…. Something like a pedophile and teen pregnancy and so on. This story is disturbing and probably disgusting!! Read at your own risk!!‼️⚠️‼️⚠️

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! THIS STORY IS DISTURBING ‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️

Rowen Archie a famous knight in the imperial family. He was known to be the most skillful and handsome knight.

While you Y/n Archie was his 4 years old daughter.

It all happens when your father and mother fall in love and get married for 3 years. They tried for a child but couldn't, then one day your mother found out she was pregnant.

Both of them were so happy. But sadly, she passed away after giving birth to you. But unlike the others…your father loves you so much!! He even threatens his own butler for trying to drive you out of his house.

4 years have passed…

Your father was summoned by the king.

“You summon me your majesty?�� He bowed to the king.

“Now now Rowen…we are childhood friends, just call me by my name.” the king chuckled.

“Of course…now why did you summon me? Please be quick I have an appointment with my little flower”

The king only laughed at his words.

“I'm here to propose a deal…”

Rowen tilted his head to the side.

“Deal?”

“Yes…marry my sister…Eliza”

“...why?”

“She needs support…and she doesn't really trust men easily after her husband…well.. cheated on her”

“Is that so…okay then…”

‘If I married the princess…y/n don't have to be alone at the mansion,’ Rowen thought to himself.

“I agree!”

Oh how he makes a great mistake.

And thus the wedding happened. Everyone was celebrating.

The princess has 3 children with her past husband…all boys.

“Here you go darling…” Rowen offers his hand to his new wife. She takes his hand as she steps down followed by her son's.

“This is…”

“This shall be your new place from now on”

“Woah! So cool!” the third born said.

“Is there any way I can practice swords with you father!!! The second born asks.

“Ah of course you can Richter!” Rowen smiles at them all…forgetting…a certain someone….

11 years past…and yet…Rowen still forgets about his responsibility. And not only that…Rowen and his new wife Eliza have a baby girl named Lilith.

“Father…” Carlos, the first born, called to him in the family gathering room.

All family members were there except…one

“May I ask…who's this?” He showed them all a picture of a little girl.

“Ah that's y/n— Y/N!!!” Rowen quickly stood up. “N-no…how could I forgot….m-my precious roses!!” He ran out of the gathering room running around the house. All of them look at him weirdly.

Rowen was searching for you like a mad man. “Y/n!! Y/n!!!” As he called out to you…not even one he heard you reply.

“Y/—”

“My lord?”

Rowen quickly turned around and saw one of his old maids.

“Where's y/n!!”

“You mean little lady?”

“Yes!! Where is she!!” He was looking around the maid for any sign of you.

“Didn't you ask for lord Zachary to adopt her?”

As he heard that name he froze. Zachary Huxley. His dead wife's older brother.

“I…I didn't say anything about making him adopt y/n…”

“Eh!! But he said you allowed him to take custody!”

“HAH!! WHAT BULLSH*T ARE YOU TALKING!! HE'S A PERVERT!!”

“WHAT!!...oh no…Lady y/n!!!”

His eyes widened at his mistake…oh how he wished he wasn't blind by his new wife's beauty…

With you somewhere else (what happened in the past)

“What do you mean papa doesn't want me anymore.” Her eyes started to water. “Well my bad,sadly he wishes for you to be gone since he already has a new…family.” Zachary smirks at his own lies.

“B-but papa loves me!”

“In the past, yes but now…he doesn't want you…he's going to be busy with his new wife” Zachary held out his hand for her to take. And she did…I repeat…she did.

11 years later

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” The maids and butlers gathered around the table.

“Happy birthday to lady y/n! Happy birthday to you!” All of the maids finished the song with clapping.

“....thank you! Everyone” as she looked up. All of them could see bruises on her face,body and so on.

“....” They were silent. “Are you done singing the song?” Zachary came out of nowhere and startled them.

“Yes my lord we are done” all of them retreat to their own headquarters.

As they all leave y/n just sitting there doing nothing.

“Now y/n.. it's your 15th birthday…do you want anything?” Zachary walks towards her and caresses her hair ‘weirdly’.

“Nothing daddy! I just want to eat some cake can I?”

“Of course, anything for my precious…daughter.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips.

And then, he goes away, probably doing his work. As he was out of her sight. She harshly wiped the kiss that was left by him.

Everyone could see that she was trembling hard. Sobbing her heart out.

"It's okay…it's okay y/n…papa…papa save me right?” she mumbled. But deep down she knew it's useless. She waited for 11 years. After she got ‘adopted’ she learned her uncle's true nature.

He was a pedophile. No wonder his sister hates him. And that's not all. Just a few months ago, she learned that her uncle put up something called dark magic. It allows the user to spy on someone.

So technically all of her years staying with her uncle. She was spied on by him.

And she knew…he saw all of her…I mean all of her. She always throws up at the idea.

As she retreats to her bed. She couldn't help but feel an unpleasant feeling.

As she stepped inside her room she was hit by a wave of a very good smell of perfume.

She started to feel dizzy. Before she could collapse on the floor she was welcomed by a pair of hands.

“Don't worry now my dear…daddy will take care of you~”

“N-no…..”

The next day….

Y/n jolted awake from her ‘sleep’ and she couldn't believe her eyes. Her body hurt here and there. And a lot of ‘marks’ were left on her.

She knew She was doomed. And the only thing she could do is cry her heart out.

This happened for a month until…

“Ugh!! I can't take it anymore!” One of the maids said. “What do you mean?” reply another. “Let's help the lady! Please!” She begged the head maids.

“....we can't…” the head maid looked down sadly.

*No….we can” one of the butlers came in.

“I know what we can do,” he hummed. All of the maids look at him weirdly.

Y/n was getting ready to ‘sleep’. She has eyebags under her eyes. A knock interrupts her thought.

“Come on in…” she replied weakly.

“My lady?” A maids poke her head in.

“Yes…”

“I have something to tell you!”

“What?”

She looked around before she whispered in her ears.

“We will get you out of here my lady.”

Y/n eyes widened and she quickly looked at the maid.

“A-are you sure!”

“Yes I'm not the only one everyone in this house wanted to help you! Excluding the lord.”

Y/n started to cry at this.

“W-where will I go?”

“Oh right…. it's okay we have a back up plan!”

And thus the maids and butlers get ready to sneak her out. As the previous maid and y/n tip toeing in the front door. Someone caught their acts from behind.

“So this is where you're going?”

Both of their eyes widen. “U-uncle..”

“Uncle? Really baby? I thought you were better!”

He glared at her.

“Guards!! Seized the maid!! How dare she try to take away what's mine!!”

A guard came and held down the maids. While Zachary was laughing like a maniac he was suddenly pinned down to the ground.

“What the f*---”

“I wouldn't curse if I was you….”

Zachary's eyes widened.

“Y-you!!”

“Hello…brother in law” as the hood fell down it revealed Rowen.

Y/n saw who the stranger was and felt very angry and sad, mostly sad. She pushes the guards away and takes the maid's hand and quickly runs away.

But she couldn't run far since she immediately collapsed on the floor.

“My lady!”

“My roses!!” As she heard her past nickname, tears fell down before she saw black.

Rowen quickly kneels down and carries his daughter back.

As he arrives at his mansion. How wife and step sons, including his daughter, were waiting for him.

“Daddy you're back!” Shout the youngest Lilith.

“...I'm back….everyone”

TIMESKIP

Y/n slowly regained her consciousness. There she saw someone head near her hands sleeping she assumed.

As she struggles to move. The head wakes up.

“Darling rosy! Don't you are still weak”

“... You…”

“Yes it's me papa! I miss you so much!!”

“...I..I don't have a papa” she looked away.

“N-no you do! Okay it's my fault for not looking after you!”

“...”

A few days have passed…y/n still remains in her ‘shell’. Rowen didn't stop visiting her. Until he carries her out to eat with him. He hand fed her with a spoon.

He was smiling, including his wife and sons. Except his younger daughter Lilith. She was in rage then she slammed her hand down drawing everyone's attention.

“It's not fair!!”

“Darling sit down…” her mother, Eliza warned her.

“Daddy loves me more!! Why did you have her attention!! I'm your daughter, not her!!”

Rowen slammed his spoon down the table mimicking his daughter's action.

“Lilith she's your older sister…respect her she's my child”

“But not with mommy right!! Did you cheat!!”

“Shut up Lilith Archie!!!” Eliza stands up angrily.

“M-mommy…I'm just defending you!”

“Defending…you don't know anything!! And your father can love anyone he wants!! And for your information! That's Y/n Archie! The true heir to your father's properties!!”

Lilith's eyes widened. “Impossible…he never told me he had a daughter!!.

“It's my fault for making him neglect his daughter…” Eliza confesses.

Y/n who have heard everything stay quiet. She tries to stand up but her legs tremble. And gave out making her collapse on the cold floor.

Rowen quickly helped her and carried her away.

Lilith who saw all this interaction was very angry.

Her older brother, Carlos knew that Lilith would try to do something bad to her.

Time last Lilith tried to frame y/n but failed as she was always caught by her older brother.

As for y/n…bad news is..she…started to throw up. She has nausea almost everyday.

Eliza, who notices these details, quickly hires a private doctor that she trusts.

As the doctor checked y/n Rowen,Eliza and Carlos were there. Carlos was there to make sure Lilith won't do anything stupid.

“...my lord…I have bad news.” The doctor finished packing her things.

“Well…lady y/n she's…” the doctor looked guilty.

“She what?”

“She's pregnant…”

“I-impossible…” Rowen fell down to his knees.

He started to cry for all the things he couldn't have done for y/n.

As for y/n, she too in a shock phrase, her eyes started to get glossy.

Eliza who saw that quickly hugged her. Y/n was still in a shock state as she quickly hugged Eliza too. Sobbing her heart out.

Rowen stands up and hug y/n taking her away from Eliza. He hugged her so tightly while sobbing and apologizing.

“I'm sorry…I'm sorry papa sorry”

Carlos who saw all of this quietly walked out.

A few months past y/n stomach growth. Eliza has been keeping an eye out for her and so did others.

She was 6 months pregnant. She was taking a walk in the garden.

“My lady it's time for your dessert”

No reply

“My lady?”

No reply

As the maid walked closer to her. It turns out y/n was asleep.

The maid chuckled.

“Well..I believe we can continue this story another time then dear viewers~”

“Till we meet again~”

[ldclovellliger]

My first yandere story

[skinnyhyena]

Richelieu is such a damn CREEP!!! SHE WALKED AWAY FROM THE CONVO, LEAVE HER ALONE!!!

Why are you FOLLOWING her into the garden ffs

HOW CAN YOU CONTINUE THE CONVERSATION IF SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO RESPOND FFS

[scara-writes]

sweetheart

Yandere Emperor X Consort! (F)Reader X Yandere Crown Prince(platonic)

милашка-sweetheart according to google correct me if im wrong!

CW: kidnapped, reader is look down upon by the nobles, infantilize, forced pregnancy, dehumanizing, mentions of attempt suicide, false rumor, power imbalance, worshipping, delusional(?)

NOTE: Crown Prince is at the age of 16(he is your first/oldest son). Reader is around 36-38. Emperor is two year younger than the reader. Also I don't speak russian everything is google (the empire is not based on irl russian empire but a fantasy world like the manhwas/shoujou isekai we read) and english is not my first language you can clearly see when you read the story. This is purely a fiction and I do not mean to offend anyone.

I DO NOT CONDONE ANY ACTION IN THIS FICTION.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Running is not ideal for a 5 month pregnant woman like you.

When you tried to seek help from your parents for the first time, they never helped you because who would believe an illegitimate daughter who was frowned upon by nobles.

You are an illegitimate child of the duke and a humble maid who passed away shortly after giving birth, but despite this, you are a physically and mentally healthy child. You even managed to withstand the attempts of your stepmother and your half-sister to discredit you in the family, and didn't even find a help to your neglectful father who busies himself of taking home many women from brothel.

That was in the past but you were desperate when you ask for their assistance. However, you never heard from them ever since you bore your first child, Ize.

Ize your son. Your lovely crown prince son grew up to be like your husband with his teachings. You tried to persuade him to never listen to his father but he only shook his head and told you that all his teaching that he was learning from his old man was to protect you.

Afraid that it will stress you even more in this suffocating high walls to protect you during your pregnancy and well being, Ize-the crown prince would be willing to act like a little kid for you. He would occasionally brew you a cup of tea that you enjoy or give you a handmade gift, such as an embroidered handkerchief, to show you that he was thinking of you and that said skill you taught him when he was a child. Knowing the child, this kind of acts is for him appease the worries you have;he is different behind closed doors of your confined palace where your eyes and ears can't reach; your crown prince son is a different person who will be willing to shed the blood of others just for you.

And it seems that the morals that you taught him must have been thrown out of the window thanks to your husband.

So here you are after escaping from the hundreds gazes of a watchful loyal hounds around your palace you escape, it wasn't easy since you are carrying the emperor's second child. You heard on a passing by servants that the two tyrants had a meeting with the other nobles and the neighboring kingdom, this is a rare occurrence that the two left you alone. It took you an hour to escape the royal grounds before exploring around the town till you found a port that would take you to another country. This is your only chance to escape that suffocating palace that those two tyrants confined you in. Your Husband, Yuri can't leave you alone not when he found out that you are with his child-a second child at that. Even before you were pregnant with his first child, his wary gaze and infantilization to you had multiplied tenfold.

Your husband spread the rumors about you being mentally ill. But why would he do such a thing? You reflected to yourself and it devastate you to realize it was his scheme to prevent you from seeking help from his subjects to escape. Only the royal physician and your husband were aware of this bogus illness. It felt betrayal that he has to make that action so he can confide you more.

Your husband's scheme worked. Even your own son believed the spewing lies coming from his father, and the nobles never gossip about you as if it was a taboo ever since you were married to the emperor. Speaking ill about the emperor's consort was just as good as the reaper visiting you by the second you speak those words. Only praises coming from their filthy mouths were allowed.

No one bats an eye on you, even the servants who serves under you. They will bathe you, serve you food, refreshments, but none of them will engage or start a conversation with you. When someone last made an effort to assist your escape, a kind servant at that. The lowest mining pit, which is worse than death, The emperor bestowed upon them to be sent the servant's family, including the said servant. High ranked criminals labour in a pit there for 18 hours with a maximum 4 hour break the rest of the hour are for necessities like sleeping, with much less food and income. In short, a death torture for them.

You implore your husband to kill them rather than send them there, the only thing he said to you that it wasn't your fault they were sent there. Something along the lines of—"you were acting like this because of your condition. That servant was attempting to kill you." He told you that in front of other servants. Everyone compliments his action for 'protecting' you. His cunning red eyes looks at you that none of the servants and nobles noticed but you did. It was a warning for you to behave or he will do worse.

Yuri has never harmed you, physically. but he will harm others who want to separate you from him.

The only time you regret your decision is when you met Yuri—he was about to meet his demise by the hands of his brothers if it weren't for you stumbling to see him in the middle of the night on an alleyway of the tsvetok village struggling to breathe from the deep pools of his own blood. So you drag his half dead body into your abandoned chamber—which is rarely visited by servants—that your father bestowed for you when you were born. Aiding his deep wounds, helping him heal up, befriending him, falling in love—

You purse your lips and gave a small wince feeling your belly is starting to ache, the kick from your unborn child thumps under your long dress.

My child please, Now is not the time! you gently brush your belly soothingly before leaning on the lamp post that dimly lit the night. You sigh in relief when you felt the baby inside of you cease on kicking. Although you were a little further from the palace when you looked behind you, you still needed to move quickly. Right now, you assume that Yuri or a servant that was suppose to serve you had definitely find out that you were gone this afternoon and notify the knights and some of high ranking mage to find you immediately, but the sun had already been sunk by the evening. They must have been having a hard time finding you. A little more 18 minute walk and you'll be able to ride on the ship that will help you travel to another empire, or any nation.

"ort---s--ing!" you turn to your left to look one of the vendors of the nights were gossiping. A woman with her husband was panting, assuming he was running to deliver a news to his family. His cloth headband on his raggedy hair is soaking. He took a deep breath before repeating what he said earlier. A dread of fear rise from your throat as he uttered his next words,

"The Emperor's Consort is missing! The Emperor's knights are blocking all way out!"

You heart felt like dropping when you saw a nearby knight were looking one by one at the women nearby, specifically women who are similarly pregnant like you. Speaking of the devil, they are already here!

Knights in horses, mages running around the busy street. Some of them stopping women who has similar hair color as you to assess if they found the right person.

"Oh my! I'm hoping the consort is doing okay! She must have acted such way due to her failing mental state. The emperor must have been worried sick, I can't imagine the devastion look of the emperor especially their son!" said the woman to her husband.

You hid your hair with your cape and quickly blend in with the busy road of the night town. Muttering, "excuse me!", "Apologize!" As you force your way around the crowd. One arm around your belly to protect child, while your hand went to sling your bag with clothes and some gold coins. as you bump so many people on the crowd. You look edges of the town, at the gate, to see all the possible exits were starting to get block by the imperials knights and mages. You bit your lips frustration as you felt the hope of getting your freedom back is slipping away from your grasp.

Your plan of getting to the port has been discarded after seeing a two mage and three knights were on their way there. Even if you did go in town's gate the gatekeepers will inspect people who are exiting and entering.

But...

You look at the old man who was riding a donkey with his carriage towards to exit of the gate, fruits were laying under the cloth. An Idea quickly pop your head but you are desperate to leave this suffocating country so you have no choice but to execute it.

Your silent foot falls went behind on a slow moving carriage before climbing up silently and quickly, in your haste and desperation movement, you didn't feel as though you had torn your cape at the wooden edge of the carriage before taking the fabric that was covering the fruits that keeps them from dust and dirt. You carried a handful of fruits before slowly sitting down beside it then covering yourself with the said fabric and the remaining fruit fast enough before the knights from the gate of this region would notice you. You wince when one of the fruit hit your belly but not enough to endanger the baby.

"Have you seen this lady?" A man in his mid 60s look at the paper, he squint his eyes as he held his old lightly crack glasses to take a better look. Your (e/c) eyes look at the gapping hole of the carriage and gulp fearfully when you saw your portrait on the paper holding by the imperial knight.

"O-oh...sa-aw her!" you held your breath when the old man spoke. The two knights look at each other before listening to the next word of what the old man would say.

He lick his dry lips before continuing, his voice's struggling due to his old age, "If I-Im..not mistake-en the lady in the p-picture look like the lady I saw by the lampost o..on the rozahk street!"

You exhaled in relief since you mistakenly believed that the elderly man had just seen you, but he actually noticed you five minutes' walk from the gate to roza street. However, this would also let them know that you are actually close by.

The imperial knights gave the elderly merchant a nod as they hastily walked around the city, alerting a nearby mage to use a spell to track you. They quickly tell their subordinates for a new command.

You felt the carriage starts to move. Hugging yourself for reassurance especially at your upcoming baby that everything will be okay.

You weren't escaping just for yourself but for your second child that will be born. You don't want your kid to become like their older brother and learn from their father. Ruthless, and doesn't have a compassion to another human. You want your kid to have a brighter future, away from the blood shed. You hope that if you got caught or killed by your husband in the future. You will tell your second child to run away and never look back, when you are gone.

You ignored how uncomfortable it was to sleep in the fruits. You close your eyes and see the farm neighborhood that the carriage passed as well as the slowly dissipating kingdom that was beginning to appear as a dot on the horizon.

The abrupt shake of your ride woken you up. You hear noises outside the carriage and glance through the hole to see that light was creeping through, signaling that it was dawn but sun has yet to come in the horizon. What is happening?. You peek above the cloth seeing that you don't have enough visual on what's happening. A dusty road lay in front of you, and woods surrounded you. You turn around to look behind you and realize that the palace is no longer in sight. A sense of relief that you were indeed far from that prison.

A bunch of voices caught your ears, you turned to look to your right.

Your whole body went pale.

Your son-the crown prince was chatting with each of the roadside merchants who had just exited from their vehicle not far from where you were. The imperial warriors and mages that were conversing with the other sellers the same task as your son was doing just behind him.

You curse yourself, how did they come here to fast?

You need to leave before they notice that you are inside this carriage. Just as you swiftly escape your imprisonment. You carefully stood up, removing the fabric that was covering you and the fruits, ignoring the woozy and aches from your muscle pain for not moving too much from the entire night.

A creak was heard in your vehicle when you tried to climb down. Snapping your eyes back at them, to witness if they heard the mistake you made. To your relief, The prince and the other guards were still busy interrogating.

They didn't hear me..

You reach down and starts to stalk away from them, your hands were trembling. Stepping back to reach the wood just a 5 meters behind you. It didn't matter if you get lost in the woods, as long as they don't catch you.

No, you would rather live in a woods, in a forest where no one can reach you.

As you step forward carefully in to the woods, you didn't notice from your cautious and anxious state that your boots crack a twig, just like the cliché you previously read. The nearest knight snaps his head at the sound. He was perplexed before realizing that the woman from the paper in his hand resembles you.

"Her majes-"

You dash toward the woods. The imperial knights sought to catch up to you, as you heard him behind. You grab a nearby rock and shot it directly to his skull, and it hits him.

You ignored the yelp as he yells your honorific causing the nearby knights hear him and went for his aid, before they realize what he was yelling and starts to chase after you.

You felt the dress that was getting stuck on some of bushes and dried branches, resulting to have your dress to be ripped.

Heartbeat were thumping agressively, adrenaline were rushing around your body. One of your hands went up to your belly protecting it from getting injured despite your legs were now full of scratches and bruises from the twigs, and sharp edges of these woods. You feel your legs ache.

"Mother!" You faintly hear a galloping horses along with your son's voice behind you.

Your mistake was to look behind you while running away. You saw how your son and his guards were starting to gain just to bring you back to that hellhole. Your son Ize was reaching up his hand to take you back, his red orbs were full of concern and anxiousness.

"Mother! It's me,Ize! Please, slow down you will hurt yourself!"he yelled."Mother! Think about my sibling! Your child! Listen to me! Don't let this illness take over you!"

Poor child, he thought all of this nonsense that you are doing was because of your bogus illness.

You were about to stop when you saw a nearby cliff but a trunk made you tripped.

You screamed feeling a misstep when you realized you are falling, instinctively cradling your pregnant belly, protecting it as you roll down from the ground. A piercing scream was heard—from your son. Your head colliding to the three and it felt like your head would split open.

Your eyes were blurry from the impact. Touching your belly if there was injury. Atleast trying to feel your lower part if there was bleeding through your thighs other than your legs.

You look up at the steep cliff to see your son was sliding down, crying out your title as his mother. You saw his red orbs were full of tears as it glides down to his cheeks. The last thing you saw before your vision was consumed by the darkness was his hands reaching up to your head.

You were awoken by the sound of the chirping birds coming from the balcony.

You coughed, feeling the dryness from your throat. You eyes were blurry for a few minutes before clearing to see that you were back to the same imprisonment.

But....

It wasn't the same room you shared with your husband. Are you...even in the palace?

You took your time to assess your surroundings only to realize that the room has similarities of the royalties room that are exiled but it looked renovated, one of your husband's brothers used to live here before taking his own life. You felt grim about the thought of it.

After his brother's passing you heard from one of the maids that he turned it into a vacation palace for royalties.

It was different from the last time you saw it. It was much more cleaner and better. It looked good after it was renovated.

Wait, the baby.

THE BABY!

You eyes quickly gaze down to your belly. Hands quickly feeling around them, you exhale in relief when you felt a small kick from your stomach. You felt your tears at the edge of your eyes. It was a miracle that the heavens hadn't take your unborn child away.

I'm sorry baby...

They would have died from the stupidity you'd done!

You laid down to your right side of the bed and cradle in your stomach muttering a soft apologies and starts fluttering your eyes to go back to sleep.

But somethings not right. You felt like a pair of eyes watching you, looking at you.

Observing you.

You opened your eyes and look up only to see your pair of red eyes staring down at you.

Your husband, the emperor sitting on a wingback couch, his face resting at his hand while the elbow is resting at the arm of the couch beside him is a kettle with a cup that rest on top of the bedside table.

You feel your body tense up, you tried to get up and turn to look at your husband.

"Y-your majesty." You called but it sounded like a whisper. You don't know what he will do to you. Sure, he never hurt you physically but this is the first time you'd gotten far away from the place he imprison you in.

You gulped, will he hurt you this time?

"I-I'm... I.." you cannot come up a word,an excuse, what if he gets sick of you? What would happen to your child?

You felt your breath shorten. Tears are starting to swell up in your cheeks.

A rough hand brush on your cheeks before cupping it. You found your partner is already beside you on the bed.

He didn't speak he just let you weep as he brush away your tears. You stammer your words wanting to apologize. The emperor handed you a cup of water and you took it quenching the thirst from your larynx.

Once you drank it all, you hiccup trying to stop your tears from coming out. You felt his hands caressing your belly. "H-husband.."you gulped.

"hush,милашка."he commanded and you held your tongue and closed your eyes when he leans on your cheeks before engulfing you with his arms around you. You felt suffocating around him like a snake coiling around your body.

You feel tensed as he starts peppering kisses on your shoulders and neck before resting his lips to your earlobes, you shudder when he kissed it.

His right hand from your waist slid up under your loose sleeve before sliding it down, your emperor leaned down giving your shoulder a hickey. You whimpered trying to push him away but he hadn't budge an inch. Once he was satisfied he let your skin go with a pop before looking at the red mark he left.

The same hand went to brush your hair, tuck it behind your ear before leaning his forehead against yours. His red eyes held adoration, affection, but most of all obsession.

"милашка." He muttered closing his eyes sighing, he brush his lips against yours before deepening it.

He kept calling you, held you in his arms gently. The same arms that has full of blood that slay so many heads to get to the top of this food chain.

He laid you down before kissing every finger tips of yours and then clasping it with his rough hands as he called for you.

"милашка...."

".... my милашка..."

He pressed one kiss on your collarbone. "None of this is your fault..." He told you.

"... This illness will be the death of you."

Your heart broke for him. He really delude himself that everything you did to get away from him was because of your 'illness'.

"... Everything will be fine, darling. I will take care of you." He dampened his lips one last time onto your lips before leaving you in your new confinement.

[dipolardruid]

How would the yanderes react to Darling just straight up falling down those steel spiral staircases?

Anell

She already has you by the upper arm the moment one of your feet accidentally skips over one of the stairs "careful, luckily I was here to catch you, I don't think i'd enjoy seeing you injured at the bottom of the stairs." She let's you go once you have your balance.

The next time you enter though you see her stairs now covered with foam along with a matt at the bottom of the stairs.

Tina

A shriek is heard across the store as you tumble down with a hard thwack onto the tiled floor before hearing footsteps rushing down, groaning you attempt to lay on your back "Oh no! Don't move!" Is all you hear as you feel her hands gently roll you over.

"you can hurt yourself more doing it on your own." She has your head between her thighs holding your head in place despite your protest of being fine.

"It's adrenaline, don't worry I already called for one my private ambulances." Suffice to say she hovered over you with a worried expression throughout the whole day cringing at the marks that are already forming bruises.

Paul

It was his fault he wanted to exercise by running up and down the stairs in the gym, you being distracted didn't see him coming full speed towards you which ended up with you rolling down landing straight onto your back.

"Hey get up you're strong it was just some stairs." Paul proceeds to lift you up quickly looking around "are you alright though? Lets keep this between us...ok, I really don't want to have to hear Tina's scolding."

Tina still found out and was less than pleased to hear about him trying to hide it, the next time you go into school the stairs are gone and paul is receiving the silent treatment from Tina.

Petra

She would already be lifting you up in the air the very moment she saw your body sink lower than it needed to "Am I now going to have to worry about stairs now?" You hear a soft sigh "doesn't matter just hold onto me and be careful."

Now everytime before even thinking about going down the stairs petra has to be there so you can latch onto her or else you'd receive the side eye if she found out "looks like your bones are still intact, good to know you learned how to go down the stairs correctly." She says before swiftly walking away sitting next to Jake who gives you a small chuckle and looking away.

Jake

He watches as you tumble down face first onto the ground his eyebrows raised and eyes widened slightly "Ouch."

He quickly but carefully goes down with a smirk as you begin to pick yourself up "Here grab my hand." You do as he says as he slowly helps you stand up "yeah...that's gonna leave a nasty bruise, on the bright side though you have an extra head." He gives a smile

You give him a glare in which he slightly backs up putting his hands up in surrender "ok not in the mood for jokes I understand but let's go get you fixed up." He says wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he gently rubs your chest right under your collar bone as a way to comfort you.

Betra

In an attempt to catch you one of her heels breaks from under her making her lose her balance and instinctively hold onto the rail to prevent herself from falling.

Unfortunately for you though by the time you land on the bottom you were knocked out, the next time you wake up you're in a hospital bed with Betra beside you shaking watching from your right "oh thank goodness you're awake." She says shakily.

"Traitor." She looks at you surprised "Wh-" before she could finish her sentence you close your eyes trying to sleep again in which she prevents you from doing.

Request are open!

[loeh]

what if i said that i needed yall to request some yandere scenarios? well below are some manhwas from which if yall want you can request, however ill not be doing the following

incest (includes step-cest, cousin-cest etc.) pedophilia, smut (still trying to get the hang of it however i can make it suggestive), if i dont find a character appealing, i wont write for them, as simple as that!

the manhwas from which yall can request from:

roxana | i tamed a tyrant and ran away | who made me a princess? | i'm not that kind of talent | author of my own destiny | marry my husband | actually, i was the real one | a stepmother's marchen | kill the villainess | go away romeo | the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion | this marriage will fail anyways | beware of the villainess! | little rabbit and the big bad leopard | i became the male lead's adopted daughter

Requests from any other manhwas will be ignored/deleted. I am sorry but either i just wouldn't be comfortable for writing that manhwa or not having read that manhwa.

[lynnuvo]

Of Course a Prince Needs a Princess

Characters: Yandere Prince x Female (Y/N) In which you reincarnate into a fairytale where Yan!Prince wants his happy ending too

𝑃̲𝑟̲𝑜̲𝑙̲𝑜̲𝑔̲𝑢̲𝑒̲

Having a second chance at life in exchange for the death of your previous one came with a crash. You weren't sure how it happened, but you luckily retained your memories and your wit.

It didn't take long to find out you were in a world akin to Cinderella's story--from the stepmothers to the talking mice to the royalty the citizens praised. Unfortunately, you weren't looking to live in a grand castle. Or maybe you were, but not with being married to a man you don't have feelings for. The original couple got together so quick, yet they barely knew each other. That story was definitely as it was: a work of fiction

Your new plan? Put up with the stepsisters, find a job elsewhere, and make enough bank to live comfortably in the village away from your family. You've never heard of laws in Cinderella's fairytale, but you were certain that the kingdom couldn't possibly force citizens to live with toxic family members.

𝑇̲ℎ̲𝑒̲ 𝐵̲𝑎̲𝑙̲𝑙̲

After spending a few months doing chores and odd jobs around the village (the latter for some extra cash), your family finally received news of the fated ball.

You initially didn't plan on going, but you deserved a break. You didn't bother asking for permission to go; your stepmother definitely wouldn't allow it. The main problem was summoning Fairy Godmother.

Luckily, she couldn't tell the difference between fake tears and real ones. You behaved as close to the actual Cinderella as you could recall, and POOF!

With your new attire and coach, you made your way to the most gorgeous castle your eyes have ever fell upon.

It didn't take long for the prince to notice you, but this is where you drew the line at this fairytale life. You rejected his proposal to dance, shocking the other guests. You had to resist a smirk at your step-family's reaction.

Flabbergasted, the prince left you swiftly and moved onto another fair maiden. You indulged yourself in the catering happily, but after your stomach was filled, the stares of passerby began to discomfort you. The prince was occupied with another dance, so you wasted no time leaving the palace early (much to the confusion of the knights who stood guard).

The spell broke while at home with no evidence of your night out, not even the glass slippers. When your stepfamily returned, they bragged about their time and briefly talked about you (luckily not knowing you were the one who was "stuffing their face like a pig starved."). After that day, life returned to normal.

Or at least what you thought was going to be normal.

𝘙͜𝘶͜𝘯͜𝘢͜𝘸͜𝘢͜𝘺͜ 𝘊͜𝘪͜𝘯͜𝘥͜𝘦͜𝘳͜𝘦͜𝘭͜𝘭͜𝘢͜

Beginning that night, Yan!Prince thought about you often. He never imagined a young lady would ever reject his proposal to dance, though he didn't hold it against you. It was just a shocker.

Despite that, you appeared in his mind before bed and after he woke up, while he ate and while sharpening his combat skills. Even if he told himself that that one incident was nothing more than a brief interaction with a citizen of his kingdom, he couldn't forget the color of your hair, your pretty face, and how you paid oh so much attention to the food his family prepared just for that ball.

Upon overhearing the chefs gush about their gratefulness towards their food being appreciated so much, he made up a personality for you: kind but forward, honest, valuing true intentions and love over gold and high status.

Too bad for him, gold was your highest priority. While he began going on strolls into the village in search of you under the impression of catching up with the townsfolk, you continued job-hunting and tending to the house. You even decided to cater to your stepfamily as best as possible--subtle enough so they wouldn't think you were trying to suck up to them.

Surprisingly, your relationship with them improved just a bit. But it was what you needed to get permission to work at a bakery in the village.

Once you discovered he was visiting the village often, you did your best to avoid the bakery window while working and hurry home once your shift ended.

Unfortunately, you both ran into each other just as you closed up shop. In a small panic, you inquired about him for the sake of courtesy. While you two spoke, he couldn't help but notice a striking resemblance between you and the lady who turned him down at the ball. You could tell from his facial expression he was piecing things together, so you abruptly bid farewell and ran away.

He would visit you a lot. After replying to his inquiry that you weren't the girl at the ball, he'd joke about it a lot (there was no other gal in the village like you). It didn't take long for rumors to spread amongst the kingdom that the prince had taken a fancy to you. You hated it. He didn't mind it. In fact, it no longer mattered whether you were the girl at the ball. Something about you pulled him in like a hook. Perhaps it was the determination he observed through the window. Perhaps it was the way you handled children while taking a breather outside as he ate inside. Perhaps it was destiny.

As time passed, you grew more tolerant of him. While you didn't want him to be your romantic partner, you guessed you were okay with being his friend. As time passed, he grew more frustrated you weren't his. His father took note of his unusual agitated self, but he waved it off as stress when thinking of a future bride.

"What about that lady the people are saying you like?"

"Oh, her? She has....a way with herself. It seems that she's not interested in me."

"Perhaps you both need a bit of a push."

Since then, the King made a few visits to the bakery to chat--no marriage mentioned. He wanted to see what you were like. Although you were a kind girl, he confronted Yan!Prince with the truth that he probably wouldn't have a spouse who didn't want him. It broke his heart to hear, but he wasn't ready to let go yet.

You were already preparing your escape long before the ball, but the pace of your plan sped up now that the prince was on your trail. You found out about the closest kingdom from acquaintances and saved up funds to use on your journey.

When the prince discovered you had quit your job via a disappearance, he visited your home. Your stepfamily was in shambles (literally. The place was filthy.) and shared that you had disappeared overnight with your belongings. There was no mistake in it: you had abandoned him.

Framing your escape as a possible kidnapping, he ordered guards and encouraged the rest of the kingdom to search for you. All of his efforts was on the search.

Photography didn't exist, so you were fortunate that the description he gave out about your appearance was vague. Somehow, you made it to the nearest kingdom with a plea to the guards that you made your way there in search of a better life. The Queen was kind and sponsored a place for you to stay for the first five months while you adjusted to your new life in exchange for you finding a job. It didn't take long to do so with your desperation.

In no time, you were living a much happier life in your home, with your new friends, and even someone who kept catching your eye. Talk of the nearby kingdom's drama was entertaining, even more so with the subject amongst them.

Meanwhile, the prince's mental and physical wellbeing deteriorated. Some say the search took a lot out of him. Some say he was so heartbroken, he had no will to live. Maids in the castle whispered about the prince being locked in his room from the outside because he grew violent--so out of character! Disturbed, the King confided in only those closest to him about his woes. Whatever did that woman do to infatuate his son so much! No one could approach him anymore. He ate and drank only when he needed to. His room became a mess. How did such a sorrow fall on the family of royal blood when there was so much potential for happiness to look forward to?

Anyone could guess that were was no point in a happy ending for romantic fairytale if there was no romance to begin with.

[fancyfeathers]

Awwww Damian listening in on the his step mom reading to her daughter is so sweet! Considering his childhood😅 Oh Man! If Talia did meet the new wife, she wouldn’t obviously be threatened considering who she is. However, I can see her thinking of Bruce wanting a pet lol.

Idea! If the daughter darling wants to marry once they are older but Damian “tests” them like any good brother.

“None of these men are qualified sister, they are too weak.”

Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

“None of these men are qualified sister, they are too weak.”

“…Damian… you were raised by assassins.”

“So?”

“Most people do not act well to being stabbed.”

“I rest my case.”

Damian would definitely do something like that if it wasn’t for all the men who were interested in her already being scared away by her other brothers. Why would she need anyone else in her life? She has her big brothers to look after her, just don’t grow up and stay little.

He does think his sister is weak but at the same time he is glad she is because he gets to protect her. When he sees his stepmother reading to her and listens in he could not help but think how vulnerable they both were in that moment with their guards down but at the same time they looked happy together and he felt happy because of that.

But then when Talia comes around one day and she sees the two darlings she would genuinely think that of Mother!Darling. In her eyes she is like a cat with her kitten who will hiss and scratch to protect her baby but in the end that cat cannot do actual damage to keep anyone away so eventually they are collared and are nothing more than house pets. Sure they may be married but they are not equals and that imbalance of power is clear as day to anyone with eyes. Though she does acknowledge the role she’s filled in Damian’s life as a mother figure, honestly it would be hard to ignore the fact that when he saw her he asked Talia if it was okay to call his stepmother mom, that is what his sister calls her and he already calls Talia mother and then everyone calls her something along those lines so it would be weird to continue to call her by her first name. Talia sees nothing wrong with his request especially given his fondness for Bruce’s house cats, after all Damian has always liked animals.

Though things are a bit different with his sister, she is indeed his sister by blood and was not fortunate enough to have been raised knowing how to defend herself properly against those who try to harm her. In a way I think she grows rather fond of Damian’s little sister, it is good that her son is able to find comfort with someone and let his guard down, having a strong one-sided bond with his own flesh and blood.

Say if something happened that split up their little family, Talia may find it heart to take her in since Damian is so fond of her and it is far to cruel to separate them now that Damian has decided a part of his own life to protecting her.

[lady-ashfade]

Hi! I loved your comfort goddess post! If your still taking requests, could you do one where Fem! Motherly Goddess reader is the wife of Ares and watches over his children with intense care. Especially Clarissa (if your comfortable with adding a dash of favoritism with Clarissa lol). And the Ares kids are possessive of their Motherly Goddess even though she literally only cares for them at the camp and how the other campers see this. ^^ thank you!!

Divine Mother

Yandere Ares!Cabin x Stepmother!Goddess!reader. (Platonic!!)

-£ Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Reader taking care of her child, Cheating, Obsession, Jealousy, Fighting.

Many centuries ago you had be punished for your husbands doings.

Ares had upset Hephaestus by having a affair with his wife, Aphrodite. and you knew your husbands actions but you cared little about them, because his attention wasn’t on you. and you didn’t hate Aphrodite for it and you actually liked her, even had tea meetings with her at times.

Hephaestus was so upset he was going crazy in anger, so Zeus needed to punish his son. And that meant with you because he knew how much his son cared for you. So, you were sent to watch over the demo gods with Dionysus.

You spent years caring for all the children of your family and cared for them.

And for centuries it was Ares kids who took up most of your time. Their anger and hotheaded nature made your attention be placed on them mostly.

No matter what time it was, your husbands children need something.

When Clarisse came in things took a heavy turn. They became more needy and clingy to you that you constantly had to break fights they had started.

They seek your praise more then their fathers.

Asking for your blessing each capture of the flag, every fight, every mission, anything they need.

“Did you see that?” One of the younger children ran up to you with armor half the size of himself. “I would have killed him if it wasn’t a dummy.” You just patted his head and gave him the slight bit of praise.

But, Clarisse. She was at your side almost always. Even fighting with her siblings for you and she didn’t care. She was better then them.

When Percy arrived at camp she couldn’t believe her ears when you agreed with the stories of him killing the minotaur. how dare he? he wasn’t special and worth nothing to have you talk about him.

she hated him so much more and wanted nothing more then to have him say he was lying so she could drag him to you. and have him bow at your feet to apologize.

He was a fake.

Any bad emotions you could sense them. So when you felt a overwhelming sense in the bathrooms in camp you followed to find out what was happening. That’s when heard a loud noise.

Rushing in you see three of them on the floor and the new kid in the stall, door broke and water overflowing throughout the place. Clarisse was soaked and looked like she was about to attack him, you knew she was probably causing problems before you came in.

“Clarisse,” Your stern voice echoed through the place and made everyone turn to you and their faces worried. “What did you do?” You glanced at the two beside her as you crossed your arms.

they tried to explain but you grabbed them and started to scold them and take them back to their cabin. a goddess yelling at you was scary. and having the one who is know for her calmness was even scarier.

the whole cabin was out for Percy when capture of the flag came but Clarisse and her team were going for him. he made them look like fools in front of their mother? he was a dead man.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Viserys I Targaryen w/Second Wife!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Happy New Year!!! First headcanons of the year and I hope you like it. I hope you have a great year, good things come to you and good reading! Forgive me for any mistakes ❤️✨️.

❝tw: unspecified age gap, overprotection, not compatible with canon and Reader is the mother of Aegon, Helaena, Daeron and Aemond.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!viserys i targaryen x female!reader.

Viserys never wanted to remarry after the death of his beloved Aemma. The idea of ​​replacing her with another woman made him sick. He didn't want to get married again, but he was the King and he had his obligations to the Realm. To have a strong bloodline and strengthen the House Targaryen.

Although he didn't like the idea, Viserys after a period of time began looking for a potential bride. He received several powerful offers, such as the Velaryon and the Hightower, but he did not feel comfortable marrying Lady Laena or Lady Alicent.

So he kept looking and that's how he met you. An attractive young woman, but older than the last ones, and from a house powerful enough to provide strength to the Realm. Viserys was immediately attracted to you and knew he wanted to marry you.

The preparations were made quickly and well, Viserys was excited to be able to call you his wife, but in the days before the wedding, he spent time by your side, getting to know you better.

With that, Viserys found out as much as he could about you, about your childhood, your family, and your likes and dislikes. He was more than pleased, especially seeing that you were as interested in history as he was.

Rhaenyra also liked you, although she was apprehensive about the idea of ​​a stepmother, about the possibility of you providing a male heir, she liked you. You were kind to her and assured her that even if you have a son, you will not try to replace her on the Throne.

When you became the second wife of Viserys, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, he was already in love. Much faster than he would like to admit, Viserys was already in your domain and became yours even sooner than anticipated. At first, he felt guilty, guilty that he might be betraying Aemma's memory, but quickly, those thoughts went away. Aemma was dead and you were alive.

Viserys was more than happy to see that you and his daughter were getting along, it made him feel relieved inside. He couldn't wait to have children with you, to grow his family. When he learned of your first pregnancy, Viserys almost cried with happiness, but there was concern. What if you died during childbirth? He couldn't take another loss, couldn't lose you.

You were very much in love with each other, you had learned to love your husband and he was deeply in love with you. Your mannerisms, your personality, everything enchanted him. Your favorite moments together were when you talked about history, whether it was your House or House Targaryen. Viserys cherished every moment, every smile and look shared.

When you gave birth to a healthy son, Aegon, Viserys was very happy, not only because he had a son, but because you were alive and the birth was peaceful. The next pregnancies were no different, with Helaena, Daeron and Aemond.

You assured him, assure Rhaenyra, that you would not let Aegon usurp or anything like that happen when it was time for Rhaenyra to take the Throne. You adored your stepdaughter and she adored you too, seeing you as a second mother. Viserys would never admit it, but if you asked, he would name Aegon his heir if that was your wish. This shows how much he is in love with you.

You tried your best to fulfill your duties as Queen, mother and wife as best you could, discouraging any possible rivalry the children might have and reassuring your support for Viserys and your stepdaughter. Your main priority was to avoid a war. You presided over the Small Council, advising your husband as best you could.

You hold all power over Viserys, it soon became clear to everyone who really ruled the Seven Kingdoms. You could ask for anything, from the most insignificant to the most absurd thing, and Viserys would fulfill it instantly.

He is extremely overprotective, Viserys fears losing you more than anything and every time you have an entire armada comes out after you. When you are sick, he sends the best maesters to take care of you and will not leave your side until you get better.

If something were to happen to you or one of your children, may the gods be good. Viserys tries his best to avoid war and resolve any conflict with diplomacy, but all that changes when it comes to you. Any insult to you is like an insult to him and any way of hurting you will not be taken lightly.

No matter how peaceful he is, no matter how calm and rational, Viserys is still a Targaryen, a dragon and you should never mess with one of them if they don't want to get burn. Not only will you have your overprotective husband by your side, but also your children who love you deeply and will do anything for you.

You are not Aemma's replacement and Viserys doesn't think so. He thinks of you as yourself and loves you for it. He will always love Aemma, but he loves you in a different way. A more overprotective and possessive way. He can't lose you and he won't.

[just-some-user-hunny]

Bastard readers dynamic in the family...

(Implied yandere targarians, heavily implied fem!reader)

With Daemon, it's full of one-sided hostility and fire. Ever since he took you from your little home, with your little bed of warm scrapped fur and the comforting presence of your mother, he's been the monster. The monster that snatched you away. His abduction seemed very... Him, to begin with. Spontaneous, mad, rebellious. But something in him drove him to take you. His blood, his dragonfire. Aegon may allow his little silver haired bastards to roam and survive on scraps, but Daemon is too proud of his blood to do so. You are his. His daughter. Your rebellion and fight against him does deal him pain, but it also drives him further. You may deny it as much as you like, but you are his little mirror. His reflection of spitting fire and anger. From a teary eyed toddler stomping their foot, to a mirthful teenager with poison in their eyes- it matters to him. His little dragon.

And since dragons share their emotions with their riders, these controlling and obsessive feelings do not limit to only Daemon. Ceraxes is an extension of your father, another pair of eyes and a tongue of fire that always hovers and opresses you. As a little child, Daemon often took you to ride dragon back upon the blood wyrm- a form of bonding as he liked to put it. Ceraxes would chirp and fixate on you, his mirthful grin wide like a shark as he stares at you. He purrs and growls in your presence, seeing you as a precious extension of his rider. His little human. He's very protective of you, but also very controlling. You step a foot out of line and he's hovering over you like a frightening serpent. There's no fire in his throat, but his frightening teeth glint in warning.

Rhaenyra adores you. You'll be the daughter she never had, and although at first she was furious to see her husband return with a screaming kicking bastard child in his arms, it didn't take her long to fall in love with you.

Although she adores her sweet boys, a small discreet part of her yearned for a precious little daughter of her own. A little girl to dress and adore and spoil, to give her everything. Rhaenary is a warm and loving person towards you, often placating your little sobs and warbled pouts with taking you in her arms and hushing you with soft loving words. Everything is alright, you're ok. If she's not soothing you with motherly words, then she's showering you in gifts of dragon glass figures and dresses. She herself adores her jewels and gowns, so she sees it only fitting that you too get the same luxurious treatment.

Syrax is doting and sweet to you, just like her rider. You're the only other person besides Rhaenary who may touch her. The golden dragon would preen and coo at you whenever you are within her line of sight, bowing her head low for affection. She purrs and coos, huffing hot dragon breath into your face to make you smile- even just a little. She allows you to touch the rough scales on her face, her own smile almost matching the warmth of your stepmother.

Dragon Rides with rhaenary are always more tolerable- the days are always warm and tame, blue skies and her wings riding upon blossoming clouds of gold and lavender. Rhaenary holds you close to her, a buckled harness added to her saddle especially for you.

Viserys is old and soft, and although his presence has always remained as the silvery old willowed man who sits upon the frightening throne made of jagged blades and glinting metal, he has always been passive with you. As your uncle, and the king, hes always handled you with a soft yet dismissive hand. He may not always acknowledge you that often, but when he does, it's always pleasant and filled with ramblings of creative art mediums and whatnot. If you were to ever show interest in his built figures and constructions, he'd be delighted. He may be your first influence into creative outlets- either it be through painting,embroidery, calligraphy, or to his hopes, figure making. Despite your bastard heritage, he's rather accepting of you. His brother is wild and untamed, always off doing something peculiar and explosive- you are the least destructive thing he's created by far. You are also a source of joy for his daughter, Rhaenary, so he cannot be too harsh upon you living in DragonStone.

Balarion is long gone, his monstrously large skull glinting in golden candlelight within the cold stone walls. But viserys often ponder over your fascination with the war dragons remains, and you may get an earful of old stories that sang their songs long ago. Aegon the conqueror... The black dread with midnight flame... Bringing kingdoms to their knees or reduced to piles of ash. Your heritage is a painful one, dear, but it is powerful. You have the blood of Aegon the conqueror in your veins. You have the blood of the dragon. Be proud of it, for you have no choice.

Jacaerys and Lucerys, despite being shocked and confused by your arrival- like any wide eyed little children, grew to love you. They watched with their dark eyes as Prince Daemon returned with a shrieking and sobbing little girl, clutching the skirts of their mother and whispering little words or confusion and curiosity. Who's that? Where's her mummy?

Even when they are made aware of your bastard heritage, they still love you. Jace will often murmur words of encouragement to you when he sees you look upset or down about something, and Luce will happily take you by the hand and lead you off to read and teach you high valarian. You're off-putting at first, still upset with your new living situation. Because they're not your brother's, you don't know them! Your brothers are back at your house, probably still wailing for your return. As a child you were probably filled with stubbornness, often attempting to stray from their sights, hoping to sever any form of connection before it can begin- both from rebellion, but also from fear of betraying your own little siblings. But these boys are stubborn too, and want to do things with you like any brother would. They want you to read to them. To watch them train, to practice languages and swordsmanship, to watch them ride their dragons and impress you with dragonfire and daring swoops. To them, you're their sister. Just please- give them a chance?

I'll probably get more Cannibal stuff out, but I thought the dynamic of bastard reader within the family would be interesting. I don't often see people expanding on the relationships one would have with their forced families dragons either, considering the dragons are very emotionally connected with their riders, I thought it'd be interesting to expand on this idea!

Also I may do more with team green, but I'm still figuring out what kind of relationships the reader would have with them. I'm definitely making bastard reader close friends with Helaena, she's honestly the chillest person in that whole family 😅

[shaisuki]

Hi! Hope you're doing great! Is it possible if we got a glimpse of the wedding day between Yan Reo and chubby reader?

You don't have to answer, just remember to take care of yourself!

❝ TO LOVE AND TO CHERISH.❞

$ FEATURING. YANDERE! HUSBAND MIKAGE REO

NOTES. i apologize for it took so long. i'm combining it with a another request similar to this and i didn't forgot all of your requests. they're all sitting in my inbox catching mold.

CONTENT WARNINGS. implied noncon

SYNOPSIS. such wedding vows are not meant to be spoken when you didn't agree to be wed.

it is said that the wedding of ceo mikage reo to his fiancee eclipses what was considered the most expensive wedding of the century. although a speculation of the media who had followed every step of the life of mikage reo, once a professional player for soccer and now ceo of one of the largest corporations in the world.

the wedding was a private affair. exclusive to only who had received invitations and the media wasn't clearly allowed to get a glimpse of what the wedding had become. it was considered top secret and no one had uttered a word of it after the wedding.

there were only speculations about it and the media can only have it base on their assumptions.

the wedding itself was grand that never in your life you would stand behind the large doors of the church in a wedding gown. there isn't any means that this wedding was consensual and two parties had agreed with it but the moment he put the engagement ring in your finger — it was decided. it wasn't a rags to riches story nor a cinderella one where the prince charming swoop his princess to save her from a life of impoverishment and the cruelty of her stepmother and stepsisters. this wasn't your story and you wouldn't wish a prince to save you from your life when you're decent and contented from the way of your life.

you didn't dream of a fairytale but reo did. reo was like the prince from a fairytale book. handsome and dashing he is. charming also and he's not a prince if he doesn't have a castle and reo did have one. mikage corporation. the one where you worked for and unfortunately is where he stole you to be his. you were his since the moment you entered the glass doors of the company.

at the moment you're clutching a bouquet of flowers. an assortment of flowers that you can only name a few. baby's breath and lilies of the valley surrounds the ranunculus and escimo roses. the bouquet cascades from your hold to your knees. a shaky breath escapes your lips. you can't run away from this wedding when reo had locked in all of the things he can use to you. including your family. upon the engagement he paid all of the expenses of your siblings education and just not that, your parents were included. they were brought off with reo's wealth.

the music began and then the large doors opened. it was now or never. you're sealing your future with reo and you're taking the first step.

the crowd fell into silence as you walked down the aisle. the sunlight of the afternoon filters through the windows casting a soft glow to your figure and then white petals of cherry blossoms cascades down the aisle. the guests were entranced at the spectacle of a bride walking down the aisle looking so ethereal and if it weren't for reo's affluence — you were considered to be a low born marrying to a royal in which you are but they were tight lip about it and doesn't seem to care. they only care that they were invited of one of the biggest weddings of the century.

the air feels constricting and the wedding gown feels like glue to your skin despite the multiple fittings and adjustments to make you look perfect in your wedding day.

wedding day.

the concept was strange to you. between working and taking care of your family — you never considered yourself to be lucky in the romance department and whatever wish for union didn't occur to you until this very day. such event was wasted to you when you can't even appreciate this. a bride should be happy and any girl were willing to die just to experience this.

they will have this gown teared from your body just them to wear it. what a waste.

the wedding gown was designed exclusively for you. reo had flown three designers and force one of them out of retirement just for his bride. they all took a look out of you and with their collaboration produced a wedding gown that not even royalty or a well-known celebrity would have the luxury to have. it took a year for the gown to be completed. a team consisting of fifteen members had worked every day for the smallest of details in the gown. the embroideries, sewing pearls on your dress and the veil. a ten meter train of a veil with lace trimming delicately sewn with their expertise and after arduous efforts it was complete. two months before the wedding.

in the naked eyes, they would only see what the wedding gown looked like. a off the shoulder bodice. showing your decolletage. the smooth expanse of your chest with your nonexistent collarbones. the top was enough to cover and gave you modesty. a bride appropriate for reo. the skirt designed with a ball gown and the train of a veil made you look a princess fitting for a prince like reo. a simple tiara encrusted with diamonds sat atop on your head.

everyone was enchanted to you and the dress. a wisp of a bride. walking — floating in her small steps to be with her prince charming.

reo waits for you. looking so dashing in white suit that was also exclusively tailored for him. his purple hair is put in a tie. his handsome features were highlighted and the dark purples of his eyes is glazed with happiness that he was about to marry you with a thousand eyes looking at the both of you. witnessing the union of two souls.

reo composes himself cause if he won't — he cannot stop from smiling at the sight of his bride walking towards him. a ethereal bride of his. oblivious to the tight smile and confusion of her eyes cause all reo can see is her. about to be his.

there's a slight tremor of your voice when the exchanging of vows was spoken. it feels a lie. you were speaking a lie. lying to the man in front of you and the vows you spoke was nothing to be with him. you can't love a man who has taken you everything.

reo spoke of the vows with reverence. staring deeply at your eyes with his that you wish he can take a hint and read your thoughts that you don't want nothing from him. “to love and to cherish.” it was like molten sugar and butter when he spoke with a touch of honey. it was the truth and nothing else and with the line “until death do us apart.” you realize it that reo was dead on set promising that part to you.

he takes your hand. the chubby finger adorned with a engagement ring that reo had blown off two million dollars for a piece of jewelry. crafted by jeweler with history of making jewelries for royalties. he was once known being commissioned by a prince and his current masterpiece is wrapped around your finger.

a oval cut diamond in the middle along with a vines motif for the band encrusted with smaller diamonds for the leaves. it was regal and something out of a fairytale. it was being paired with a simple platinum ring matching with reo's that you had put and after that — you were bestowed with a sweetest kiss from reo and then the bells started ringing. signifying that you were now married to each other.

the reception was no difference. the crystal chandelier glinting in the light of the huge ball room. a five tier cake in the side. the grandeur was everything and it was like what reo had planned. down to the smallest detail. a orchestra been hired too and despite the number of the members they still have the space for the performance and hasn't engulfed to the while reception for it was the biggest to accommodate all the guest and the newlyweds that will be the center of attention for the next hours. it was a celebration and such celebration is with festivities that will last for a week.

the fireworks were like sprinkles of light swirling on your eyes while you gaze at the pyro display. it was too mark such conspicuous event. the breeze was cool and the scent of the sea welcomes you with its waves of embrace.

reo held you tightly while you both watched and the guests too. he presses a kiss to your forehead. “wife.” you see him smile and he calls you again with that endearment and now, your title as mrs. mikage. wife to billionaire mikage reo of mikage corporation. he repeated it again as if the word foreign to his and wanting to get used to it.

he leans closer to you and the words he whispered left you blinking the tears away for what he spoke is your reality that you can never escape. bound to him forever.

“you're finally mine, mrs. mikage.”