Hello all! My name is Bee and I write platonic yandere stories! Feel free to check out my masterlist to see my extensive collection of OCs!
Asks about any of my characters are welcome! I love my goofy idiots and want to talk about them. Requests are closed! Any request sent in will be deleted! Again, asks are fine, requests are not!
Heads up! I am a full time student so it may take me some time to write things. Also, some of my stories will be reposted/edited from my (now abandoned) Wattpad (acosmicbee)! Just want to get that out there so that if anyone finds it there's no plagiarism accusations.
Ok, I'm not really around here but that idiot that told you narcissistic is an ableist term got my panties in a twist.
First of all, while being egotistical can be interpreted as just a personality trait, excessive egotism is a core feature of narcissism, so if we are picking which terms are actually adequate, vain, arrogant, self-centered, boastful and conceit are the most politically correct word.
Second, even if "narcissistic" is used in the context of a mental illness, it has also been a word used to describe other traits for much longer than it was used to name Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Just because a person, or a character, say that someone else is narcissistic, they don't necessarily mean that they have NPD, they mean that said person has a lot of vanity, is self obsessed, and/or prideful. You know, like narcissus?
All in all, do as you please, I just don't particularly like when people feel entitled to correct someone else's work.
Call me a crybaby, or erase this ask altogether. I've said my piece and you've read it, that's the end of that.
Yeah, I'm gonna be honest anon, I felt the same way when I got that ask. Just because modern associations of the word exist doesn't mean the original meaning goes away.
However it was a very small and quick fix and I really don't want any drama on this page so I changed it. I do agree with you though.
TWS: Attempted murder (on Y/N but they're okay), emotional neglect, evil queen is really narcissistic and manipulative, LIKE SUPER DUPER BAD & WORSE THAN LUCAS AND ANDRE AND THE CINDERELLA MOM, she likes watching/making Y/N cry
(Finally finished this draft, thank god! Only took me forever. Anyways hope you guys enjoy because this is definitely the darkest yandere I've written in a bit)
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom far, far away. This kingdom was ruled over by a harsh and vain queen, who had taken over after her husband had passed away. Every day, she’d spend hours in her bedroom, rubbing tonics and potions into her skin so she could continue to be the ‘fairest of them all’.
And then there was you…
“I’m wishing…” Your own voice echoed back out of the wishing well only moments after, slightly more warbled. It startled some of the white doves perched on top of the well, sending them flying into the air. “I’m wishing…”
“To have one day my stepmother isn’t a raging b-”
“Y/N!” You whipped around, your cleaning rag clutched in your hands and barely managing to catch your bucket before it tumbled into the well. Behind you, your stepmother looked pissed, arms crossed and a scowl on her face as your interrupted statement finished echoing back, loud and clear.
“Yes, stepmother?” You asked, trying to make it sound as sweet as possible. Some person better than you may have been grateful to a stepmother like yours for housing and feeding you once your father had died. You, however, were not that person. You were even less inclined to be nice after scrubbing the palace steps all morning.
“I do so much for you, and you’re always so ungrateful. You want to finish your stupid little wish?” She demanded, arms crossed. You nervously shook your head, eyes drifting to your feet.
Wow… was that a new hole in your socks? You’d have to patch that up later. Look at all those ants. Isn’t the ground so interesting and totally not a way to avoid looking at your stepmother?
You flinched slightly as she walked past you to look at your bucket, moving back so you could face her. She always got so mad if she wanted to talk to you and you weren’t turned in her direction. Instead, your attempt to acquiesce to her typical wishes was met with a face full of cold water. At least it was clean water because you had just replaced it before she came out, but it was still cold.
“Finish up and come inside quickly. Guests are coming this afternoon, and you aren’t exactly presentable company.” She sniffed, dropping your bucket on the ground and heading back towards the castle. As she walked, the midday sun glinted off the gold of her crown.
It was hard to believe that once that crown had belonged to your mother. Once, you’d been the beloved heir to the throne, showered with love and warmth. Once, you’d had your own crown and nice clothes.
Now you were barely more than a servant, dressed in rags and dripping with cold well water. Completely and utterly alone.
You fought back in the ways you could since your father died. You’d hidden what you could of your parents’ things. You’d never let your stepmother see you cry. You’d never let her break your spirit. Still, there was a part of you that missed the warmth of being loved. A part of you that splintered when your mother died and had fractured further when your father died. You didn’t think those particular scars would ever fully heal.
Instead, you refilled your bucket and went back to the steps to finish the last bit.
“I’m wishing…” You murmured, hearing a very faint echo back from the stone steps around you. “I’m wishing…”
“To find a place I’ll be loved…” You scrubbed, eyes burning and throat growing a little tight as you forced back tears. “To find a place I’ll be loved…”
“May it find me…” You didn’t notice the figure watching you from one of the upper windows of the castle. You didn’t notice the way her hands gripped the curtains before finally flinging them shut. “May it find me…”
“Today.” “Today.”
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The scent of wildflowers and nature was nearly intoxicating. This was your first journey out of the castle in a very long time. For some reason, your stepmother had ordered one of the guards to take you out of the castle walls for the day.
You’d gotten to dress in clothes that weren’t just rags for the first time in a while. A comfortable navy tunic and some flowy yellow pants. Your boots were your same slightly scuffed work boots, but it didn’t matter to you. You felt perfectly happy and content.
You’d spent your morning in town, visiting some bakeries and relaxing in the town square. You’d gotten some new books at a bookstore and some new accessories from a traveling merchant. You’d even spent some time playing hopscotch with some of the children, delighting in the way their eyes lit up at the fact that a ‘big kid’ was willing to join them.
As the day had drawn on, you’d gotten further and further from town until you’d ended up here. A small meadow between the edge of town and the forest. It was lush and full of all sorts of flowers.
You had been settled in the grass, humming to yourself as you slowly wove the strands together into a crown, when a shadow fell over you. You turned, expecting some thick cloud over the sun or a deer or something. Not the guard who’d been escorting you to be standing there with his sword poised to swing.
You rolled out of the way just in time, not even having time to pause as the sword hit the ground where you’d just been sitting. You pushed yourself up, stumbling a little as you panicked.
He was bigger than you, stronger too. But he was wearing heavy armour, and you were fast. It wasn’t hard to lose him in the trees, but by the time you were sure he wasn’t following you anymore, you’d gotten yourself lost as well. You were too far in the woods to hear as a lone rider on a horse approached the meadow.
You were far past the edge of the forest where the trees were thin enough to let sunlight drip through, and you could see where you were going. Here it was dark, and you were carefully climbing over tree roots and dodging stray branches. There was no path out here, just hoping you were somehow going the right way.
It was scary, even more so when thunder rumbled in the distance, promising a storm soon. You just needed something to guide you, anything. And then it appeared. One of the white doves who liked to listen to you sing while you did your chores.
It flew right beside you, cooing as it flew ahead before doubling back for you. It was leading, and you followed. Soon more animals joined, and the forest didn’t seem as bad. A deer walked at your side, a bunny hopped by your feet, a fox yipped as it dashed past you to playfully leap at a low-hanging branch. You ended up breaking the branch off to toss for it as you walked.
That first night you spent in a cave the bird led you to. It would’ve been cold, but the animals curled up with you, keeping you warm as a rainstorm began outside. In return, you sang to them, telling them whatever stories came to mind. You didn’t really think of the kingdom, refused to let your mind wander to whether your stepmother had known about the guard’s plans.
Instead, you sang a little louder, held your new woodland friends a little tighter, and let yourself fall asleep feeling protected.
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“My father was the king, you see. That makes me the sole heir to the throne because he’s dead now and can’t have any more kids.” You explained to a deer as you made your way through the forest. “And my stepmother, who’s supposed to just be acting as queen until I’m of age but maybe just tried getting one of her men to murder me for the throne, has no kids.”
The deer huffed and effortlessly pranced alongside you, as if your voice were the most interesting thing in the world. It seemed quite content to remain with you, only briefly stopping when you picked some wild strawberries to eat as well.
You were starting to get hungry again and almost thought you were hallucinating when you smelled pie. Your deer friend had also perked up, though, even taking your sleeve in its mouth to gently nudge you along. However, the closer you got, the more burnt the smell became.
You’d barely reached a picturesque clearing with a small house in the middle when a man darted out from the house with a flaming pie tin, dunking it in the nearby stream. He cursed under his breath as he took the remains out of the river, jumping with a yelp when he saw you at the edge of the treeline.
“Whoa! Who- who are you?! How’d you get here?! Where’d you come from?!” He demanded, soggy, burnt pie tin thrust out like it could be used as a weapon. You blinked, eyes darting between the pie tin and his face.
“I came from the woods. I think I am very lost. I’m Y/N.” You said, watching as he slowly lowered the pie tin. “Um, what was that supposed to be, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Blueberry pie.” He muttered, looking quite dejected as the shock of your sudden appearance wore off. “For dessert. They’ll never let me outlive this.”
“Who? Also, there are probably other things you could probably make for dessert.” You said, grimacing at the burnt pan.
“My brothers. And I doubt it. We hardly have anything right now.” He groaned. “I have a lot of leftover blueberries, so I guess that’ll have to do.”
“Or you could make something else with them. Do you have eggs or sugar? Maybe a little cream as well?” You asked, already trying to think of some of the recipes you’d read while helping the chefs with kitchen duties on days your stepmother took pity on you and didn’t make you work outside.
“Yeah, actually. I think we have all of those things. Why? You know something?” He asked, face lighting up a little.
And that was how you ended up in a stranger’s kitchen, helping him prepare dessert. You were grinding up the leftover blueberries in their mortar, also adding a couple of different stray berries your host had dug up.
“You want it to be a paste, not too liquidy though.” You showed him, lifting the pestle so he could observe. “Then you’ll want to get a bowl where you’ll add an egg white and a little sugar.”
Once he’d gotten set up, you poured the mashed berries in and got him a whisk. “Now stir. And don’t stop for too long if you need to take breaks or it’ll go flat.”
“And what am I making exactly?” He asked, beginning to whisk everything together.
“A berry mousse. With whipped cream, if you can finish it in time. Once what you’re mixing gets light and fluffy, just do the same thing with cream in a separate bowl until it also gets light and fluffy. Put it in your icebox until dessert. Voila.” You sighed, standing up to head back out to continue wandering the forest, not wanting to overstay your welcome in a stranger's kitchen.
“Wait!” The man cried, jumping up. He looked a little sheepish, staring down at the bowl as he mixed. It took him a while to speak. “I… could you also help me with dinner? I’m… not a great cook…”
It was about an hour later when you were trying to help this poor man not burn water to cook the pasta you’d made from scratch, the front door slowly opened.
“It doesn’t smell like smoke in here… At least, not too strongly…” One voice said, sounding quite skeptical.
“No… No, it actually smells… fine…? Nothing's burning at the moment.” Another voice said.
You were standing there awkwardly, realizing how strange this would look, when six other men peeked into the kitchen. They looked dirty, coal dust covering their work clothes, faces scrunched like they were expecting a fire. Instead, they saw you, carefully helping their brother lower the noodles into the giant pot.
“Uh… Zevon? There’s a… there’s a kid with you…” One of them said.
“Oh, so they’re actually real?!” He asked, jumping away from you. Now you were the confused one.
“I’ve been helping you cook for the past couple hours, and you thought I was what? A hallucination?”
He shrugged, looking a little guilty. You sighed, adding the pasta to the now-boiling water. “Well… enjoy the dinner made by a strange child ghost, I guess. It’s not burnt.”
“Even a ghost could cook better than this idiot.” One of the men grinned, holding out his hand to shake. “I’m Enzo, the oldest.”
“Y/N. I got lost in the forest and somehow ended up here.” You said, shaking his hand.
“Huh… that name sounds kind of familiar…” One of the other brothers murmured. Zevon just waved them off, muttering something about strange children. It was clear none of them recognized you as the technical heir to the kingdom, which you were happy about.
“Well, Y/N, since you helped cook, why don’t you stay for dinner?” Enzo invited. You gratefully accepted, watching the way the brothers began to relax, some heading upstairs to change out of their work clothes and others roughhousing and teasing as they sat in the kitchen with you.
It felt nice, warm, like a real family. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of jealousy and hope as you watched them.
Then again, maybe this was a good sign. Maybe it was a sign you’d get your happy ending after all.
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Somehow you’d been there two weeks. The brothers seemed hesitant to just let you wander back off into the forest, and you were enjoying the company and freedom. You helped them around the house with chores and cooking, and in return, they kind of let you do what you wanted.
Sometimes one of them would stay home with you; other times they’d all go to the nearby mine where they all worked, leaving you alone. Then again, you were never truly alone. Your animal friends would visit when all of them were gone, relaxing outside in the clearing with you for as much time as you were out there.
The nearest town was a day's trip away, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that they were rather isolated in terms of news. Today they had all decided to make the trip, as they were running out of supplies they couldn’t grow themselves, leaving you alone.
You were outside in the sun, just enjoying the warmth, when you heard someone approaching. You instantly sat up, confused as to who it would be all the way out here, when an old woman came down the path that led to the mine holding a basket.
“Oh, hello, dear. You wouldn’t happen to know where the men who live here are, would you?” She asked, approaching you. Something rang a warning bell in the back of your mind at the shade of purple the cloak she was wearing was, but you pushed it down. She was just some old woman, and you’d certainly never met her before.
“They’re in town. I can take a message for them if you want?” You offered, watching as your animal friends darted for the brush as the lady came closer.
“That’s alright. May I sit with you? It was a long walk.” She didn’t wait for an answer, not that you really minded, sitting next to you. Now you could see her basket was full of ripe, red apples. “One of the men fixed up my shed for me a while back. I wanted to give him a gift as thanks.”
“That’s nice of you. Do you grow your own apples?” You asked, thinking back to the small orchard your stepmother kept. That was an area you weren’t allowed to help with when it came to chores.
“Yes. Would you like to try one? I’m sure there's more than enough that one missing wouldn’t be noticed.” The woman offered, taking an apple off the top. You took it, inspecting the flawless surface, but not biting into it yet. “Now that I think of it, I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“I got lost in the forest after… something happened. Found my way here somehow, and they’ve let me stay.” You explained with a sigh.
“What of your family? Don’t you think they may be worried about you?” The woman asked, her voice sounding a little tight, and she quickly cleared her throat after speaking. You didn’t really question it; maybe she just had something stuck in her throat.
“I don’t really have a family. My mom and dad are dead and my stepmother… well…”
“What about her? Don’t you think she’d care if you suddenly disappeared? That seems a little unfair to her.” The woman said. The air between you grew a little charged, and you nervously laughed.
“Well… She kind of hates me. Never lets me do anything other than chores. I’m not even allowed to leave the cast- um… house without her express permission.” You caught yourself, not wanting to admit your status to a total stranger. To try and diffuse some of the tension, you took a bite of the apple. “ Everything just has to be perfect when it comes to her. Her image needs to be perfect. I can’t talk to people because I look too ragged, but I can’t have nicer clothes because I’ll just ruin them.”
“Maybe she’s just doing what she can to protect you. Maybe you’re not seeing things the right way.” Her voice was cold now. You were starting to feel uncomfortable, standing up to head inside when your vision blurred, apple falling from your hand into the dirt.
You were collapsing, one moment looking at the trees and the next being gently lowered down into the grass. You could barely move, trying to crawl, to twitch a finger, anything.
“That was quite an ungrateful outlook, Y/N.” Your stepmother’s voice drawled in your ear. “Trust that the minute we’re back at the castle, we will be talking about this and you will begin to see things my way. After all, you don’t have another choice.”
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Fiore had never liked children. They were loud and bold and ugly little things. To a woman who prized her beauty above all, she’d never cared for them. Her time was better spent working on perfecting her potions, tonics, and appearance so she’d rise above all. She’d even managed to enchant her bedroom mirror so she could check she was always the most beautiful.
Her world shattered when she’d met the king. Just a beautiful noble girl who’d caught the eye of the widowed king; it was a match made in heaven. She was always destined for the crown, she believed. She knew what she wanted, and she’d gotten it. Power, wealth, utter control.
Or she’d thought so until you’d barged into one of their meetings. You had been small then, barely five. You were crying about something, sobbing. Your father simply picked you up, comforting you. Your face was streaked with tears the first time she saw you, and she couldn’t help but think about just how beautiful you looked when you were utterly broken.
Despite what the nobles whispered, she’d had nothing to do with the king’s death. She hadn’t needed to poison him; he’d died all on his own. You were crying again, broken, pathetic. She’d watched from behind her black mourning veil, a small smirk hidden by the lace.
You were just so small, so silly. Who would ever trust you with a throne, much less ruling? So while she took the crown, made promises about handing it over when you were of age, she’d made you disappear.
The heir was more of an urban myth now than anything else. No one outside the castle had seen you in years. You wore the clothing of a servant, helping with chores so anyone who may have gone looking for more than they were supposed to would just see another cleaner and look somewhere else.
Everything was perfect. And then she’d caught you singing in the garden. Of course she knew you didn’t see her care as love. While it may not be the typical love, the soft, gooey sweet (sickening!) displays from books or whatever, she loved you in her own twisted way.
You’d denied her your tears that day, alongside disrespecting her. She’d watched you choke them back, putting on a brave face. It made her angry, livid.
It wasn’t hard to convince one of her most loyal men to try and kill you. You’d be happy, go out, he’d attack, and she’d arrive in time to save you. It was quite simple. You’d be traumatized, scared, and finally grateful. You’d cry into her arms and beg to never leave the castle walls again.
But then her imbecile of a scapegoat had struck too soon. She’d gotten there to find him in the woods and you long gone. The man was dead now; she’d had him executed for treason. She didn’t care he had a family; he’d ruined her plan, and now she’d have to start over.
She knew what she had to do, but finding you had been the difficult part. It had taken finding her old mirror, something she hadn’t used in years since she knew she was the most beautiful without checking. A quick tweak to the enchantment she’d used, and now she saw a cottage in a clearing.
It infuriated her to no end to see you talking with those… pigs! They didn’t even know who you were! They hadn’t given you shelter and food and a bed for all these years, yet you’d chosen them over her! You hadn’t even tried to find your way back, not once!
It took two days of brewing before the potion was perfect. She’d dipped one of her prize apples into the green mixture, watching as the apple turned bright red and irresistibly ripe. That would keep you under until she could get you back and begin your reeducation. Clearly, she’d slacked off too much before; you would learn to respect her this time.
The hardest part was the transformation potion to disguise herself. It was horrible being old, and it just made her all the angrier. You’d forced her to do this; this was all because of you. Listening to you drone on and on about all her perceived wrongs once she’d finally gotten you the poisoned apple was nearly unbearable.
She was about to snap when you’d taken a bite of the apple, and then you were stumbling. She’d caught you, of course, watching as you panicked as your body shut down. She wondered if you knew you were crying, or if you could see the smirk on her face as her potion wore off and she stood before you in all her glory.
She left a simple note for the pigs you’d been staying with. Your mother had managed to find you and was taking you home. She wouldn’t touch them for now, not when it was so much better to have them alive for collateral if you tried acting out.
After all, you had labeled her your evil stepmother all these years. Maybe it was time for her to step into the role until you realized just how much you loved the old version of her. Because she would make sure you obeyed her, would make sure you could never leave her side, one way or another.
She had never wanted to be a mother, but for you, the one child she'd deemed to be just as beautiful as her, she'd made an exception.
I wanna feel like a kitten wrapped in an inescapable burrito, all snug and warm. Also, what about a Hansel and Gretel story for the Fairytale Chronicles. "Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters" is a movie I love. In the beginning they show that Hansel and Gretel's parents are about to be murdered by the townspeople; hence, why Hansel and Gretel end up lost and scared in the woods. I'd recommend watching that movie in general but maybe it can give you some ideas for a fairytale story.
I definitely have some ideas for Hansel and Gretel! The movie sounds interesting, maybe i'll watch it if I can find time <3
Not an ask, but I just wanted to say thank you for writing all of these amazing fics. I've been reading your work ever since you started posting here, and my love for your work has been growing more and more. Reading your fics got me through so much stress and burnout during my senior year in high school, and now I'm off to start my first year of college. I hope you keep making fics that make people happy. Thank you, and have a great day
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I'm glad my writing was able to help you through senior year! Senior year is a special kind of hell ngl, so very proud of you for getting through it!
For some reason you showed you showed up in my dream. I don't remember most if the details of the story but you wrote a really good story that gave me nightmares haha.
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I don't wanna give people nightmares, i just want to make people feel like they're little kittens wrapped in inescapable blanket burritos by a loving overlord
I'd hardly describe myself as an overlord, though, more like a wandering traveler who shows up every now and then to show off something new and shiny before vanishing again, which btw WAS NOT ENTIRELY MY FAULT THIS TIME
I was on a small vacation, and the house we were staying at had no Wi-Fi, so I'm finally back now and can actually write! The Snow White draft is at it's midway point and I know how I want the story to go so it shouldn't take me too much longer!
Hi! I just want to say I really love your writing a lot. I've been lurking for like. 2 years? Big inspiration that makes me want to write platonic yanderes x reader. Genuinely.
Also obligatory I hope you're doing well
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Aww spaghetti anon! I'm so glad to have you as a part of my community. I'm so glad to hear that I'm an inspiration and I think you should totally try your own hand at writing. No matter how 'bad' or 'cringey' you think your writing is, you'll only keep getting better the more you do it!
And I am doing well. Or as well as I can be in the heat and humidity. Hope you're doing well yourself!
Any thoughts/headcannons about your OC's that you've been rotating around your mind recently?
Okay this is gonna be a bunch of random rapid fire things lol, hope you enjoy!
Emma and Stephan have spa nights regularly where they do full face masks and watch stupid shows (Y/N is always welcome to join them, but they will always change the show to something more child-friendly)
Modern-day Lucas would hear 'man vs bear' and think it's about fighting a bear and actually go and fight one. Y/N and Pierre are not impressed
Andre has a pet canary he keeps in a cage in his office. He's also allergic to any animal with any kind of fur
Sheriff Hayes never cries, and Y/N is convinced his tear ducts don't work. He does cry when he eventually watches them graduate, but then it starts pouring, and everyone gets soaked, so Y/N thinks it's just the rain
Milo and Robert (my canon werewolf oc from my Little Red Riding Hood story) are gym buddies in another life and work out together almost every day
In a modern setting, Kiara, Alexis and Viktor would be chronically offline and are always getting confused at new slang and trends ("Y/N, what is a 'labubu' and why are people online saying I look like one?")
Dean and Xavier eventually move in together because the child visitation schedule they were attempting never worked (neither of them would follow it and would blatantly steal Y/N away during the other ones time)
Andras and Lucia have a surprisingly healthy civilian marriage for two people who regularly slap each other around all day as a hero and villain
Sometimes characters do their own thing when you're writing them and she decided that being completely evil, manipulative and backhanded was the way to go so yk what are you gonna do
Also, just because I don't think I mentioned it anywhere yet but to those of you who accompanied me throughout last school year and witnessed my beef with the French I PASSED! I NEVER HAVE TO TAKE FRENCH AGAIN!
Finally started on a draft for Snow White and y'all... The evil queen is mean... like really mean and manipulative...
This may be another addition to my list of more psycho yanderes (Lucas, Andre, the mom from my Cinderella fic, etc) but we'll see how she develops as i keep writing
I fear I may be stupid. So Cerys told Meridith and Jadis about what happened on Earth I'm guessing? I mean regardless she clearly wants to protect Y/N
And admittedly in her position I'd probably choose the aliens over humans.
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You're so good, spaghetti anon! I was half asleep writing the last part so it definitely was explained as clearly as I thought.
Basically Jadis and Meredith found some deeply encrypted files on the ships computer related to the mission and the steps that had already been taken (including forcing Y/N and Cerys onto the ship)
I know in the movie its the rainbow light on Rockys ship that triggers the memory of Grace running because he remembers the rainbow he saw, but in here Meredith helps trigger the memories by trying to lead her to the answers that would trigger the memories.
I do think at some point Cerys does end up talking to them about what she remembers outside of the bare bones description in the files because keeping that stuff bottled up can't be good for you.
But yeah, don't worry about it! It just means I really should stop posting stuff late at night before I can read stuff over with an awake brain and make sure everything makes sense.
Anyways, I missed hearing from you! Glad to have you back
Hey, glad to see you getting back back into writing also are you planing on doing a sequel to any of your fairy tales work?
I dunno it depends. Some characters just feel easier to write for / make a part 2. But feel free to suggest which fairytales you want a pt2 to and I'll add it to my list of fairytales i want to write for.
You haven't been popping up in my feed lately and I come back to find you have a Project Hail Mary inspired fic??? Hell yeah. I'm about to read it.
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I was just thinking about how I haven't heard from you in a bit! Tbh I haven't been writing a lot cuz writers block hit me like a truck in an isekai for a bit but I'm back now!
Hi! I have a question about your forgotten royal story!
So what happen that lead to Pierre getting his leg broken and why did Lucas do it and why besides the obvious that Pierre tried to run from Lucas but why? And was Lucas a platonic Yandere for his brother since birth or did something happen in childhood?
So Lucas has always been a little off. This is the era of one heir and one spare and Pierre was the spare. He was always going to be married off once Lucas escaped childhood without dying. Lucas, however, saw Pierre as 'his' and also weak so he kinda latched onto him and was not happy about the arranged marriage at all.
When their parents refused to break off the arranged marriage, because political connections are more important than their heir having his brother, he killed their parents.
Pierre, knowing his brother was a little insane and obviously had something to do with their parents turning up dead all of a sudden, tries to escape to the neighboring kingdom where his betrothed lives. Lucas finds out and catches him, locking him up in his room.
In the enraged fit after finding him, Lucas breaks his leg so he can never try to run again. That isn't to say he regrets what he did at all. Once he calmed down, he quite likes having a guarantee his brother can't get away from him.
Lucas is one of my more unhinged and crazy yanderes so yeah, his sole motivation for breaking Pierre's leg was him trying to run away once.
