Yan!king X Chubby!maid!reader

yandere! prince who got cursed and became a statue for like hundreds of years. only the kiss of his soulmate will break the curse that got cast on him by a silly wizard.

enter, you.

innocent and silly you, walking through the forest (maybe trying to look for your next monster hookup) before bumping into this... this beautiful marble statue of some prince??? what? who even is he?? why is he here???

is this... your main character moment? where you kiss him and the two of you fall in love and- haha! that won't happen! you're just being delusional!

of course, being the silly specimen you are, you still kiss his lips without thinking much of it. i mean, you fucked some monsters before. what's a marble statue gonna do? he's hot, might as well right?

WRONG.

you shouldn't have done that because the second you kissed him this bright light came bursting from his chest and now you were being kissed back by this random oldie who's now supposedly human again.

"ah...ah... are you my soulmate? god you're beautiful-"

"dude i just wanted to fuck some monsters."

unfortunately, no more monster fucking for you :( because this geriatric prince is jealous as FUCK and will absolutely go batshit bonkers if you as much as suggest looking at someone else.

"lol, that drider looks kinda hot-"

"ahaha what drider? *cleaning blood from his sword*"

he's made himself a part of your life, without your consent by the way, and it's going to stay that way. no, he doesn't care if he's from centuries ago, you're his and he's yours. that much is certain to him.

so now you have a god of a prince hovering by your side 24/7. plus side is you get to see him act like a grandpa with all the new technology and lingo!

"my dear, what is... sk... skebeede? skibidi? how do i exit this app? ah, i want to take a picture, how do i- *breaks phone screen*"

he's trying his best :( just love him dearly, won't you?

Helloo it's me, one of your fans!! I have come to answer your call for more requests 🫡

May I please request a headcanon/story of Nicholas and a reader who tried to escape, but is now trapped in his house? How would life be like for the reader?

Also, if you really want more primos open commissions im sure others would love to commission you hahahaha just kidding... unless??? 😳😳😳

you're really tempting me nwo yikes 😢😢 i might do it perchance!!! i really want navia .. C1 Kaveh isn't cutting it

"why would you even think of escaping? are you stupid? i always knew you were... unintelligent, but i never took you to be so slow. did you wish to die out there?"

expect to be constantly belittled! who are you to try and leave him? only dumb people try to leave him. are you dumb?

"you think i'm really gonna let you go alone?" he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "don't be so stupid. you lost all your rights when you decided to leave me."

he's constantly following you around the place, and for when he's at work, there's cameras everywhere. you think he wouldn't put a camera in that one corner? you're wrong.

"you want me to do that for you? maybe you should rethink what you just said to me again. maybe then, you'll realize how unbelievably stupid you sound right now."

he won't do anything fun for or with you. wanted to watch a new movie that's been released? you don't get to watch it for at least three months.

"oh, shut up! do you think i have the time to listen to your useless complaints? some people have something useful to do."

he can hardly tolerate you. thought he was rude and impatient before? he's at least, a minimum of a 100 times worse.

I GOT THE EVIL CRAZY CLOWN

He almost made me reach pity, I feel like a fool  

(Apologies if I accidentally misread & requests are closed - English is my 2nd language 😳)

Please, I'm begging, please - requesting a story with Idris and a fem!y/n. Where y/n finds out they are pregnant with Idris's child & their overprotective instincts go into overdrive & they say "I'm escaping, no way is my child going to be raised with that monster!"

yan!king x fem!preg!reader TW: unbalanced relationship dynamics, mentions violence, mentions death, infantilization, domestic abuse, minors DNI

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You puked in the toilet, grateful that no one was around to see the upheaval of what you had just had for lunch. It was hard to hold it down as he spoke. Your face was most likely tight, and your smile was more of a grimace as you fought to maintain a neutral expression, but the moment you were released to do what you wanted, you all but ran to your room to release the contents in your stomach.

Attempting to back away, your hands slapped the edge of the toilet bowl as you felt your body lurch once again before you were gagging and food was expelling itself from your body like a plague. 

Worried thoughts crawled over you. 

Did you remember to lock the door? If someone came in to witness this, how would you convince them that nothing was wrong? Convince them not to call the doctor to give further proof of what you didn’t want to believe. Of what you didn’t want to find out. 

You were pregnant. 

All the signs were there, but you ignored them. You closed your eyes and prayed to the Mother that it was a trick of the mind, a figment of your imagination. Your period was late because it just does that sometimes. You would get it. Even if two days, two weeks, a month passed by with no sign. This sickness was just a bug you caught from spoiled food. Even if it came no matter what you ate. 

You told yourself whatever you needed to rationalize the situation. You weren’t hiding your symptoms from the maids or from Idris for any particular reason. You just didn’t want them to worry about it. About you. It would pass, and everything would be alright. 

But it was harder to convince yourself of that as time passed, as you thought of what his expression would look like when you began to wear baggier clothes until your stomach swelled to the point where you couldn’t hide it anymore. When you felt kicks that would give you an undeniable sign of the life growing within you. When it was too late. 

You didn’t want to get pregnant. 

Not by him. Not now. Especially not here. 

Not with maids who treated you as if you should be grateful to your lover. The lover who showered you in gold and gifts. The lover who would go to any lengths to please you. The same lover who murdered your family and reminded you of it anytime you tried to pull away from him. It was your fault, he would whisper despite giving the order. 

His interest was your fault. His obsession, his tyranny, and the consequences if you didn’t answer every whim with unflinching obedience would always be your fault. And this child would be the icing on top of your shackled cake. . 

You couldn’t imagine Idris as a loving father. Not a true one, anyway. Not when he’d killed everyone you held dear and his own father when he couldn’t have his way. He would smile at your child, hold them, laugh, beautiful and radiant as he always was, but the moment you stepped out of line it was their life he would use to threaten you. 

He’d mentioned making the mistake of taking everyone you held dear too quickly because he no longer had anyone to threaten you with. The only remorse he felt was his own short-sightedness that you didn’t remain docile for as long as he’d hoped. 

And you could only imagine the eyes. 

They’d follow you up and down the corridor, their whispers traveling to cut your ears no matter how fast you’d waddle, walk, or run. 

A bastard child, they would call it. 

An abomination. 

They would claim the father came from unknown origins despite knowing no one would be brave or stupid enough to touch you, knowing the punishment in store if the King ever found out. But it wasn’t you, you were worried about. 

You could only imagine their fake smiles, plastered as they cooed at your baby before their expressions melted into disgust, calling you an upstart and your child an unlovable leech. Their words would pander for approval even as they plotted to destroy you the first moment they got. It was the same people who would comfort you if something ever happened to your child, knowing full well that the blood was on their hands. The same people who would laugh as they washed their hands of assassination attempts, tying up loose ends so things would never be traced back to them. A rival faction, a jealous maid, any and every excuse valid except those pointed in their direction. 

You couldn’t do it. 

You couldn’t stay knowing the kind of life you would be raising your child into. You couldn’t stand to see them look at their father with love and admiration despite the things he did and was still doing with unflinching ease. You couldn’t bear to see them grow up to become just like them—like him. 

You didn’t want to see the look in his eyes when he found out. 

You didn’t want to know if shock would turn into joy that would morph into raving glee at his new bargaining chip. Or if he didn’t care for an addition to your disjointed family. Choosing to feed you drugs that would take care of the problem quietly or allow you to have the child raised out of sight to strengthen his political standing. 

How lucky you were to want for nothing. 

But you wanted to give this child a normal life. A happy one, full of unadulterated laughter. You didn’t want this child walking on eggshells, torn between temporary peace or isolated happiness. It wasn’t something you could offer here. 

Your child had the chance to live in a luxury that not many others could even hope to dream about, but you would run as far away from it as possible if it meant they didn’t have to learn that all things that shined weren’t gold. That their father, the king, was a monster hiding behind sweet words and a smile. They wouldn’t learn that love required obedience. That affection, consideration, and care were only reciprocal for those of value. 

You had to run. While you still could, you had to run. 

Idris would be angry. There was no doubt in your mind that he would try to drag you back, treat you like a stupid, troubled thing that didn’t understand what you were doing. A foolish mistake was all he would amount your disappearance to before attempting to placate you with false promises or violent threats, whichever worked, but that didn’t matter. 

He hadn’t noticed that anything had changed; at least, you hoped he didn’t. You’d slowly been gathering things he wouldn’t miss if they suddenly disappeared to barter with when you finally escaped, and now was the perfect time to collect your stash and escape on a random afternoon. 

You almost felt bad for the maids who would have to deal with his anger when he found out that you were missing, but then again, they never seemed to care, no matter how many bandages covered your body after one of his fits of rage. Some of them went so far as to lock the door so they wouldn’t have to hunt you down and drag you back to his mistreatment. 

Dragging yourself from the bathroom floor, you flushed the toilet as you wiped the side of your mouth. Placing a hand on your stomach, you couldn’t help but clench it into a fist. 

Your bleeding heart would dry up. 

I'm in love with yan inquisitor, I humbly request a fic or headcanons of when witch!y/n tries but fails to escape him 😵‍💫

escaping from yan! inquisitor

A/N: im still sad... i spent 38 bucks on txt preorder signed album..... anyways do I do a taehyun theme!

sorry. this is late :3

TW: yandere, reader is threatened, hit w a whip, & chained.

escaping from him is definitely hard, but not impossible. you knew that, and so you thought you'd give it a go!

you wish you didn't.

you knew his daily routine, when he came back, what time he left, even when his break was.

you were confident, until he was right there as you finally opened the door, him staring at you.

he promises you're gonna regret it. that you did.

he's not necessarily listening to your cries, even after he hits your back with a whip multiple times.

"this is the same thing i use to make people bleed out till they die. aren't you grateful i won't make you die?"

complains about how you're always so ungrateful, how you're a spoiled brat.

when he's done hitting you, he chains you up to a wall in his basement, leaving you there, forcing you to smell days of old blood from people he's tortured.

want more? send a request.

Hi! May I request some headcanons for the yandere emperor & a fire mage? Maybe a fire mage that works for him/the empire?

yandere!emperor x fire mage!reader

authors note: I would like to make this gender neutral if you don't mind :> I added some spicy scenes but not full on smut!

content warning ⚠️: dark content, yandere, murder, noncon/dubcon, kidnapping

let's set the scenario shall we? you first met the newly crowned emperor as the new fire mage of his empire

when he first laid his eyes on you, he thought you were the most loveliest being he has ever seen

he kept his eyes on you so intensely that he never looked at anyone inside that room besides you

his eyes tell a dangerous story, so you look away trying to focus on the words of your master introducing you and a few other mages to serve the empire

the emperor immediately approves and makes a request for his servants to escort all of you to your rooms

a week in the palace, the emperor always took time to visit the mages' chamber to check the latest updates on everyone's work but actually he's there just for you

he's always behind you, following almost breathing down your neck

he keeps asking so many questions you try to keep up with him as he is the emperor

everyday, despite his duties he always manages to find time to see you even during your times of relaxation

he's very possessive and obsessive, he found out your schedule through his spies and every person you interact with your daily life

if someone ever gave a hint of interest with you small or big, it doesn't matter because that person will be declared dead the next day

it worries you what has been happening around you, you later confided with the emperor who has now become a sort of companion to you despite his presence by your side making you isolate yourself from everyone else

his eyes had a glint but his words were full of reassurance that no harm will ever come in your way, just continue being his little mage and he will secure you for life

you did as you were told so, you were often called to be by his side to the point you couldn't even work properly due to the amount of time spent with him

he loves to see you perform your magic infront of him, always watching with a fascinated grin

he indulges you and your fixation towards your experiments and he always gave you the latest gadgets and things that would help you improve

he also moved your chambers right next to his without your permission, despite your protests he says it's for your safety and so you will no longer walk far from his own

he makes it very clear for everyone that you are untouchable

as your relationship progresses his actions became a little more... Intimate

you found his hand lingering with whatever skin he could find or brush his hands on it

he also has a thing with pressing your back to his chest

you would not resist fearing for his anger when he gets too close for your comfort then he breathes you in like a drug

he took a liking to showing you as you were his spouse by making you stand beside him at balls earning the stink eyes of the nobles and whispers

it would definitely reach to him and immediately that person is either dead or fallen from nobility

one of the mages bitterly expressed the obvious favoritism towards you and the next day they were found dead

you grew cold when you found out, it's no denying who's the cause behind the deaths that has been circulating

however you are not a fool and you kept your mouth shut despite the urgency to run away because you no longer felt safe

the emperor could sense your anxiety and he knew it's only a matter of time he has to make extreme actions to keep you by his side

despite your magic he is still smarter than you

you thoroughly made a plan on how to escape the capital and yet to no avail you found yourself cornered by his men

you used your magic against all of them defeating some but they did not relent and still decided to pursue you

you felt something hit you and you fell unconscious

when you wake up, you are in a extremely dark place only wearing a thin robe with shackles around your wrists and ankles making you immobilized

your struggle echos and soon the door opens with the emperor coming in with a dim expression on his face he sits infront of you and tries to brush your face but you turn away

you beg him to let you go and stop the madness but your begging only spurned him on

"you think you could run away from me my love? I am not the emperor for nothing dear. you should never underestimate me. ever. again." he says with a growl his expression almost looks manic

it scares you what he has turned into

he gets on top of you and you try to kick him away

"tsk tsk, stop being defiant now obey your emperor and submit. I will guarantee you everything you want if you obey me."

he places his hand around your throat to stop the flow of oxygen and slowly your movement ceased then he let go

he gets closer to your face and licks the tears streaming down your eyes, his hands untying the thin robe covering your body

your nakedness makes your vulnerability even worse as your stomach fills with dread with what is about to come

his hands rub and grope your skin making you nauseous with his actions

he breathes raggedly almost salivating at the thought of consuming you whole

you cry out more

"If you don't stop from being naughty, I guess I have to go with the rough way."

okay this is kinda meh I'm sorry 😞

I was wondering, how would your OC react if the reader disappeared? Like, one day she has a revelation, thinks "you know what, none of this is worth my time", packs up her bags and moves away without a word or a peep.

depends on which one you mean.

the king, hero, fae, and priest have you on lock down. pack your bags? to go where? back to the cellar/dungeon/room they're prepared to lock you in the moment you step out of line?

good luck.

hacker and eve haven't been discovered yet, but if you were to try and move, they would intercept any opportunity of a normal life by cancelling your job interviews, emptying your bank account, renewing your lease, anything to give them enough time to figure out a way to force you to stay permanently.

and you've already tried to pack your bags and move to another place after you started receiving those strange gifts from your stalker. no matter where you go, he always seems to find you. always manages to get in no matter how many times you change the locks on your doors.

our serial killer's methods might get a little bloody so if you can find a way to travel without your limbs more power to you.

expect your fan to be devastated, but he's no stranger to traveling to come to meet you where you are. he's gone to every single one of your concerts since your debut after all. it would just take a little digging on your social media and considering your level of stardom, it would be pretty hard for you to disappear anyway.

there is no escaping from our incubus yan. he is in your subconscious rent free and he is there to stay.

our telepath would see your escape coming from a mile away and the night you pack your bags, attempting to be sneaky, he'd smile and let you think you'd won before unpacking your bags the minute the sleeping pills kicked in from the food he'd cooked that night.

and where are you going to go when you already live in the poorest neighborhood your city has? getting free protection from our resident cyborg is like winning the lottery and you'd be insane to pass it up.

i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken

May I get a cursed Artoria x Gil lovechild during this trying time? 🙏🏻

Good luck with everything going on rn! Yes life is though

Love your writings! What would happen if you put the children of the yanderes (Silas's daughters, Dr. Kry's daughters, Edmund's kids, and Hedwig's kids) in a room together? Which kids would become best friends? Which would become enemies lol

interesting, i have been thinking about this earlier actually, lets see if i remember

Jerry does not have, and does not want, children, which is why she is not involved!

Dr Kry's children (Nadia and Lydia, 17) would most likely be friends with Hedwig's daughter (Violet, 17) because of their ages and similar interests, aka studying different things.

Edmund's son (Ludwig, 17) would probably find Hedwig’s son (Astor, 15) cringe but would still be with each other because they're the only boys and wouldn't want to be with the girls all the time. Ludwig would think that Astor is a bit too emotional and would try to build up his confidence and Astor would probably help him with his daddy issues, trying to build him up as well to find self worth.

Nadia, Lydia and Violet would take care of Silas’s three daughters (Emelie, 14, Sierra, 12 and Darla, 9) and Edmund’s daughter (Victoria, 4) and play games with them. The twins would most likely be better with the younger two, and Violet with the oldest daughter, maybe giving her advice on how to survive teenage years and dealing with younger siblings.

Darla would be best friends with Victoria and feel grown up with her. I see Astor playing with them too, carrying them on his shoulders etc

I think they would get along pretty well, actually. Just like his father is protective of his relative Hedwig, so would Ludwig be over Violet and Astor. He's already extremely protective of his little sister. He would, however, also protect the others since he sees himself as the "leader" of their group (since he's a prince and heir) and would make them get behind him to fight of danger.

This was so nice to write btw♡