C/W : yandere x f!reader, WLW, age gap (Empress is 35, reader is 22)
thinking about yandere!empress who is absolutely jealous of your beauty, she choose most attractive maidens known from north to south, appointing them as her court ladies to enhance her own features and status, proof of her power as an Empress.
Although apparently — yours is way beyond her expectation.
She couldn't stop looking at you, letting out a quiet 'tsk' whenever you tried to please her by bringing tea or offering a massage, as if your presence alone is enough to irritate her. And when you left her chambers with trembling hands, holding back tears thinking you did something wrong that pissed her, she held back a chuckle. The Empress enjoyed keeping you busy, calling you in the dead of night just to order you to do trivial tasks. Changing the flowers from her vase because she doesn't like how it shone beneath the moonlight, or selecting hair ornaments for the next day because she suddenly wanted to. Only for her to replace the flowers herself by morning, and never wearing the ornaments at all when you picked it so carefully as if your life in this court depends on it.
She glanced at you the longest in the Imperial hall, mocking how stupid you styled your hair, and why would you used that colour for your eye make up. The Empress eyed you up and down with intensity as you walk, when you talk, and when you caught her looking at you. Often, you'd find her glaring at you, making you flinched in fear and straightened your posture to not embarass her. But on some occasions, that glare looks way too... dangerous, filled with nothing but desire. Her demands that started off as torturing, now you ironically look forward to it.
Everyone knows that The Empress clearly has favourite, no matter how much she would dismissed or talk shit about you even when you're right in front of her. Everyone said nothing, but they know. Everyone but the two of you.
Until one day, that letter arrived in her hands. Your resignation letter. There, you explained how you received news from your village that a man has asked for your hand in marriage and how you are unable to continue working in the palace, as it is unlikely for a lady that has been wed to do anything other than serving her husband. Thus, you asked for her blessing to be released from her service. Furious? No no, she was beyond furious. She crumpled the letter using her fist and forced a smile, it looks cruel, if not, sinister. The Empress shouted, calling her attendant.
I need you to do something.
You won't be back anytime soon, that's for sure. ;)
A/N : uhm.. first time writing in this blog, kinda nervous lol, but yk what idk if this is a good idea, should i make this into a fanfic lol. Bear w me please english it not my first language </3 , ENJOY THOUGH LOL love y'all who is taking ur time to read this!
[ platonic yandere! holy knight x saintess! reader ]
summary: no one had expected that the holy knight that everyone adores is a complete siscon.
rei's notes: remember this headcannon? they are from the same timeline and lore but different kingdom, hehe.
honestly speaking, platonic yandere! holy knight wasn't really aware about your identity in the first place.
but there was one thing that he was sure of. what is it? it was the fact that he hates his parents down to his core.
i mean, he was practically sold at the church just to pay off their debts. you actually expect him to love them and be thankful for what they did?
his stay at the church wasn't really good. he was treated as a slave. but when they realized that he has a talent for swordsmanship and mana- their attitude towards him had change 360°. now, after some convincing session with the archbishop- he was now a holy knight in training.
which was a good thing since it made his life easier. now, he doesn't have to deal with shitheads since they were way too scared to approach him after they saw him beating up another knight after they called him "orphan."
anyway, when he got a week of break. he decided to see what his shit of a parents was doing. just a glimpse, he convinced himself. but platonic yandere! holy knight knew that he might lose it once he saw those faces.
but still- he wanted to know how his parents were doing after they dump him on the church and made his life a living hell.
and that was how he saw you- a younger sister whom he never knew the existence of.
he never showed his face in front of you. he remained hiding behind the tree while he watched you play with your mother. watching how you smile brightly at them.
he expected himself to be envious. he expected himself to hate you. but no.
because- for the first time on his life. platonic yandere! holy knight had found something... cute.
whoah, whoah, whoah. what is this? no one had informed him that his parents can actually create a fucking adorable thing. wait- are you even their daughter in the first place.
but much to his dismay and happiness- base on the rumor that he heard in the town. you are indeed their daughter. you are actually related to him! yey!
your first official meeting with your brother was at the city. while you were happily buying some food, he casually gave the shopkeeper the money, paying your food while he took some for his own.
you were confused, which is really cute btw. but his face remained stoic while he chewed his skewers.
wanting to pay him back, you followed him around during his stay on his hometown. and during those time, he made sure that the two of you had a good time.
playing, eating, or simply walking next to one another. platonic yandere! holy knight treasured those moments.
but all good times came to an end when he came back to the church. that was the time he came back to his usual stoic and brooding self who never give a fuck to other people.
platonic yandere! holy knight is the smothering type. no one expected that because of his appearance but he really loves to spoil his darling a lot.
because that was his way to show to his darling that he cares. oh, by the way. just like your good ol' yandere- he is extremely protective. he just wanted you to have a normal life. that was why he was glad that his shitty parents seemed to treat you really well.
atleast, that was what he thought until he saw you at the church... what? at first he was confused, then next, he thought that it was a complete bullshit. why do they have a twelve year old- wait, nevermind. the adults inside this kingdom are trashes anyway.
at first, he thought that you were sold. but then, when he was informed that you were the new saintess. he had lost it.
okay, sure. he agrees that your existence is really pure and divine. but the thought of his baby sister getting involved in politics had made his skin crawl.
that was why he decided to be your personal knight by the time he became the captain of the temple's knights.
did he inform you about your true relationship with him? no, never. he rather die than to do so. even though the thought of you calling him "big brother" is tempting. your position as the saintess was dangerous enough.
he didn't want you to be in danger just because you are related to him. he was a shit, he knows that. and without any doubt, he had many enemies inside and outside the kingdom.
by the way. whenever you are out with him- this guy made sure to cover you and your face so much. to the point that you looked like a walking cloth.
he had to test your foods first before you were able to eat it. and the present from other people? rejected. what if they send you a bomb?
all in all, despite of his tendencies on being a helicopter parent. platonic yandere! holy knight is a great older brother who won't hesitate to kill for you or kill himself if you asked. just say the word and he'll give you anything you want.
but honestly, the most hilarious thing is the fact that you were not aware why the hell is he so overprotective and loyal to you. since he never told you that he is your older brother. so you think that all holy knights were as intense as him.
to add some nonsense detail, there were some times when platonic yandere! holy knight sent a letter to another knight from the luwelton empire (warren) everytime he don't know what kind of gift would you like.
the two of them met when the emperor of the said empire had visit the kingdom to meet the archbishop. and noticing the devotion that platonic yandere! holy knight had towards you. the two of them clicked since warren also love his younger sister a lot.
“ what do you think is better, sir warren? dress with frills or just food? ”
“ .... didn't know you are a fan of frills- pervert. ”
“ why? it's cute- wait, sir. this is for my sister. ”
“ haha, i guess food is a safer option? my sister almost killed me when i gave her a dress with a lot of frills. ”
[ platonic yandere! holy knight x saintess! reader ]
summary: no one had expected that the holy knight that everyone adores is a complete siscon.
rei's notes: remember this headcannon? they are from the same timeline and lore but different kingdom, hehe.
honestly speaking, platonic yandere! holy knight wasn't really aware about your identity in the first place.
but there was one thing that he was sure of. what is it? it was the fact that he hates his parents down to his core.
i mean, he was practically sold at the church just to pay off their debts. you actually expect him to love them and be thankful for what they did?
his stay at the church wasn't really good. he was treated as a slave. but when they realized that he has a talent for swordsmanship and mana- their attitude towards him had change 360°. now, after some convincing session with the archbishop- he was now a holy knight in training.
which was a good thing since it made his life easier. now, he doesn't have to deal with shitheads since they were way too scared to approach him after they saw him beating up another knight after they called him "orphan."
anyway, when he got a week of break. he decided to see what his shit of a parents was doing. just a glimpse, he convinced himself. but platonic yandere! holy knight knew that he might lose it once he saw those faces.
but still- he wanted to know how his parents were doing after they dump him on the church and made his life a living hell.
and that was how he saw you- a younger sister whom he never knew the existence of.
he never showed his face in front of you. he remained hiding behind the tree while he watched you play with your mother. watching how you smile brightly at them.
he expected himself to be envious. he expected himself to hate you. but no.
because- for the first time on his life. platonic yandere! holy knight had found something... cute.
whoah, whoah, whoah. what is this? no one had informed him that his parents can actually create a fucking adorable thing. wait- are you even their daughter in the first place.
but much to his dismay and happiness- base on the rumor that he heard in the town. you are indeed their daughter. you are actually related to him! yey!
your first official meeting with your brother was at the city. while you were happily buying some food, he casually gave the shopkeeper the money, paying your food while he took some for his own.
you were confused, which is really cute btw. but his face remained stoic while he chewed his skewers.
wanting to pay him back, you followed him around during his stay on his hometown. and during those time, he made sure that the two of you had a good time.
playing, eating, or simply walking next to one another. platonic yandere! holy knight treasured those moments.
but all good times came to an end when he came back to the church. that was the time he came back to his usual stoic and brooding self who never give a fuck to other people.
platonic yandere! holy knight is the smothering type. no one expected that because of his appearance but he really loves to spoil his darling a lot.
because that was his way to show to his darling that he cares. oh, by the way. just like your good ol' yandere- he is extremely protective. he just wanted you to have a normal life. that was why he was glad that his shitty parents seemed to treat you really well.
atleast, that was what he thought until he saw you at the church... what? at first he was confused, then next, he thought that it was a complete bullshit. why do they have a twelve year old- wait, nevermind. the adults inside this kingdom are trashes anyway.
at first, he thought that you were sold. but then, when he was informed that you were the new saintess. he had lost it.
okay, sure. he agrees that your existence is really pure and divine. but the thought of his baby sister getting involved in politics had made his skin crawl.
that was why he decided to be your personal knight by the time he became the captain of the temple's knights.
did he inform you about your true relationship with him? no, never. he rather die than to do so. even though the thought of you calling him "big brother" is tempting. your position as the saintess was dangerous enough.
he didn't want you to be in danger just because you are related to him. he was a shit, he knows that. and without any doubt, he had many enemies inside and outside the kingdom.
by the way. whenever you are out with him- this guy made sure to cover you and your face so much. to the point that you looked like a walking cloth.
he had to test your foods first before you were able to eat it. and the present from other people? rejected. what if they send you a bomb?
all in all, despite of his tendencies on being a helicopter parent. platonic yandere! holy knight is a great older brother who won't hesitate to kill for you or kill himself if you asked. just say the word and he'll give you anything you want.
but honestly, the most hilarious thing is the fact that you were not aware why the hell is he so overprotective and loyal to you. since he never told you that he is your older brother. so you think that all holy knights were as intense as him.
to add some nonsense detail, there were some times when platonic yandere! holy knight sent a letter to another knight from the luwelton empire (warren) everytime he don't know what kind of gift would you like.
the two of them met when the emperor of the said empire had visit the kingdom to meet the archbishop. and noticing the devotion that platonic yandere! holy knight had towards you. the two of them clicked since warren also love his younger sister a lot.
“ what do you think is better, sir warren? dress with frills or just food? ”
“ .... didn't know you are a fan of frills- pervert. ”
“ why? it's cute- wait, sir. this is for my sister. ”
“ haha, i guess food is a safer option? my sister almost killed me when i gave her a dress with a lot of frills. ”
Yandere nepo baby: Who you became aware of at an introduction ceremony to one of the country's most prestigious universities.
Yandere nepo baby: Who paid no mind when he elbowed through your friend group spilling coffee all over your laptop, "HEY! What's your problem!?"
Yandere nepo baby: Who simply scoffs and continues ahead with his minions in tow.
Yandere nepo baby: Who you especially don't like. Actually, you hate him with a burning passion. He ruined your laptop and you don't have the funds to get it fixed, you settle for a temporary aid one given so generously by the University. (It's years old).
Yandere nepo baby: Got in because his parents paid for him to be let in. With a CEO mother and a politician father, they are all scum, but they pay people to see otherwise...
Yandere nepo baby: Where he can be somewhat intelligent when he puts his mind to it, but most lectures result with him shopping for new expensive items costing more than the years tuition fees your scholarship covers.
Yandere nepo baby: Who doesn't study the same course as you, but you regrettably pick a semester module he also happens to take.
Yandere nepo baby: Who's sitting a row behind you during a Friday lecture, he's been whispering and laughing with his submissive followers the whole two hours.
Yandere nepo baby: Who is a shameless bully, "What kind of laptop is that? It's ancient". They think it's the funniest thing ever.
Yandere nepo baby: Who's confused when you ignore him, no-one ignores him, where do you think you're going? "Didn't know she was so sensitive". He's deflecting.
Yandere nepo baby: Who follows you out, shamelessly hollering and mocking you. Until… splash.
Yandere nepo baby: Who is stunned silent when an ice cold coffee gets splashed onto his face, soaking his expensive cotton white hoodie. The gasps his followers let out reverberating off the walls.
"It's your fucking fault, you broke mine. You think you’re the fucking king cos your parents are rich? Don't be so shocked, I'm just returning the favour".
Yandere nepo baby: Is staring in stunned silence as you storm away with mean, pent up stomps. His little followers desperately trying to rip the hoodie off him as he blinks in disbelief.
Yandere nepo baby: Who's a narcissist, he's been spoon fed his whole life and people would gladly lick the bottoms of his shoes. He's in denial that this just happened.
Yandere nepo baby: Who vows to get back at you. How dare you throw at drink in his face? This face that the press loves so much, that modelling companies compete to have on their magazine covers.
Yandere nepo baby: Who feels rage, shame, and humiliation. His ego is fragile, and he works hard to maintain his public image. Deep-down you've shattered the thin glass wall he hides behind.
Yandere nepo baby: Who drains himself mentally, putting in all sorts of effort to twist the events, overexplaining to people who weren't even present. He was the victim, you got so emotional over nothing. And of-course his minions would advocate for him.
Yandere nepo baby: Who tries to start a smear campaign against you, spreading half-truths in attempts to damage your reputation, though much to his sensitive frustration it barely works.
Yandere nepo baby: Realises you're not as popular as him, people don't even take second glances at you so anything he says is forgotten shortly after.
Yandere nepo baby: Is frustrated that you dismissed him so fast, not even looking in his direction like you've rubbed his face out your mind. He's raging that he can't seem to forget you though.
Yandere nepo baby: who can’t help but pause when he sees you walk by on campus, or perks up at hearing your frustratingly recognisable voice.
Yandere nepo baby: Who sits staring daggers into the back of your head every lecture, you choose to ignore it.
Yandere nepo baby: Can't help it anymore, he feels disrespected and walked all over! No, no, ignore the part were he was poking fun at your financial situation, that was just a joke!
Yandere nepo baby: Who ends up confronting you in the library as your sitting in a booth studying by yourself. Your surprised to see him alone for once, not being praised around by his entourage.
Yandere nepo baby: Struggles to understand your nonchalance at being confronted, like hello? This is a big deal! But no, you simply give him a bored look and tell him to go yap to someone else. You don't have time for petty arguments.
Yandere nepo baby: Cant wrap his head around the fact you like to keep your peace, you have a future to worry about and want to make your parents proud, you don't have time for daily, pointless confrontations with shallow rich kids.
Yandere nepo baby: Despises this feeling, for every time you ignore him his want to gain your approval becomes stronger. He's never been rejected so blatantly before and it irks him, how can you be so sadistic? Woe is him…
Yandere nepo baby: Hates to admit that he's slowly come to "like" you. Well, he's drawn to your good qualities, stuff he wishes he had naturally without faking it. Your smarts and your thick-skinned self-reliance, maybe even your beauty… but you're not better looking than him.
Yandere nepo baby: Who burns with jealousy at your traits. While he has to fake it, to keep up a tiring façade to keep people on his good side, it seems to come so naturally to you.
Yandere nepo baby: Who's slowly growing obsessed with "winning" your attention, and you, like your some trophy to be earned. He finds himself laughing too loud in your presence. Gloats with exaggeration about the new car he got, just because…
Yandere nepo baby: Just needs a chance to talk to you, but either your always with someone or he's with his gang, and he can't be seen hanging out causally with someone of such low status…
Yandere nepo baby: Who feels exhilarated to be put in the same group as you for the end of semester group project.
Yandere nepo baby: Who makes sure to sit next to you in discussion rooms, and while you try focus on taking notes on what the others are saying, he continues to relish his rich lifestyle while talking your ear off. He thinks he's impressing you…
Yandere nepo baby: Who's getting on your nerves, you know he's not attempting to apologies, he'd never apologies. You two hate each other, so what's his motive?
Yandere nepo baby: Who only feels more desperate for your approval when you flat out tell him his rich lifestyle doesn’t impress you. Just like that, another slap to his face.
Yandere nepo baby: Who needs to try something else, maybe if he shows you the ways of his life you'll finally understand his superiority, why he's the perfect person people should look up to!
Yandere nepo baby: Who's sure you'll understand how cool he is when he finally treats you the same as his friends. That’s probably what you where wanting all along! Love-bombing is his speciality after all…
Maybe he can start by replacing your laptop with the next best thing… surely you'd appreciate it.
◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ, I was wondering if I could request a yandere CEO who's well known to be the most powerful in the town and y/n who was offered to him and had a evolveving relationship?
Endless riches
pairing: Yandere CEO x reader
TW: , yanderes, violence against others,
notes : HIIII, HELLOOOO nananananan, brain empty
reblogs and comments are appreciated!
♡ Yandere CEO who was handed down his position from his father, who used his status and looks to get with people, have his fun and leave them.
♡ Yandere CEO who's promiscuous behaviour was giving the company a questionable name and his father an endless amount of stress.
♡ Yandere CEO who's father threatens to rip the company from his hands unless he starts acting properly and finally settle down with someone to save face.
♡ Yandere CEO who picks you from the endless pile of candidates. Who uses his money to convince your parents to give you to him.
♡ Yandere CEO who doesn't mind when your defy everything he asks of you, who suddenly has a patience of a saint when dealing with you as opposed to when he's dealing with idiots.
♡ Yandere CEO who loves to buy you the most expensive items he can find, who funds all your activities and hell, he'll even pay for your college if you ever want to study anything.
♡ Yandere CEO who'll give you a job in his company if you insist on working and earning your own money. Though, it doesn't matter, he'll still cover all your expenses.
♡ Yandere CEO who adores having you on his arm during social events to show off, who flaunts your beauty everywhere but the moment anything comes too close, he'll make sure their company ends up bankrupt.
♡ Yandere CEO who makes sure everyone in town knows you're his. People don't have the courage to mess with you in fear they'll end up with no money.
♡ Yandere CEO who's pleasantly surprised when you finally accept your role as his spouse, making him meals, asking how his day was. Of course good behaviour deserves to be rewarded, as such he takes you out for dates more frequently know that he doesn't have to worry about you running off.
♡ Yandere CEO who books out the entire hotel if you're too nervous to eat In front of people or just don't like the noise.
♡ Yandere CEO who makes sure you never lack anything in life <3
He is willing to spoil you and drown you in luxuries that you didn't know were possible. All you have to do in return is surrender control to him. He promises that you'll be well taken care of. He would expect nothing less for a priceless treasure. xo Yandreams
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Yandere CEO who is more than a little bit of a control freak. He has to have everything just so. This meticulousness is what has made him so successful in business and he believes that he can apply it to his personal life as well. What worked so well for one part of his life will surely work well for the other areas well.
Yandere CEO that takes pride in the fact that every aspect of his life is carefully maintained. There are schedules to be followed, lists to be made, and projects to complete. It's only right that the same control should be present behind closed doors. Why should he change who he is now that he is no longer working.
Yandere CEO who is demanding and exacting but not without reason. He truly does want the best for you and blades forged in fire come out all the stronger for it. You have a fire in your eyes and he doesn't want to be the water that puts it out. He knows that he alone has the ability to bring you to your full potential.
Yandere CEO who would never expect you to know everything right off the bat. That would be foolish and unreasonable - and he is neither of those things. Adjustment periods exist for a reason and he is a patient man. He can certainly wait out any tantrums or undesirable behavior. You'll correct yourself under his careful guidance and be all the better for it.
Yandere CEO that rewards adherence to the rules with a swift efficiency that honestly leaves you tad bewildered. He wants his Darling to have the best that life has to offer. For every show of obedience he will give you gifts tenfold. Remembering to let him know where you are and what you're doing will earn you a shopping spree anywhere in the world.
Yandere CEO who wants you to see his guidelines as part of your life and not restraints against your personal liberties. You did so well staying by his side and charming his associates at the last meeting. He can't have his Darling underdressed for the next event. There's some fashion show going on. His Darling should attend and let him know which outfits would look better in the closet at home.
Yandere CEO that desperately wants you to take as much pleasure as he does in the new living situation. He may be the master of the house, but that doesn't mean you have no say. As long as you don't stray outside what he has deemed acceptable he is more than willing to cater to your whims. You've been complaining about some of the decorative choices and location - why don't you go on a tour of some available properties and select the one you'd prefer to stay in.
Yandere CEO who can't help but punish you if you break the rules. This was avoidable, but he can't afford to be lenient or you'll take it as leave to continue. He won't be so crass as to mar your delicate self, but he will have to restrict some of your privileges. Perhaps a few days spent in that lovely place you asked him for will suffice. Away from prying eyes he will be free to get to the bottom of whatever is causing you to act out. He wants to teach you a lesson not scare you away.
Yandere CEO who feels his heart race the first time he sees you making lists the same way he does. Confining in him the way that a partner - no, a Darling - would. You're fitting in to his life so well you deserve something special. A black card should suffice, one linked to one of his accounts. Good Darlings should have the ability to buy all the pretty things they want as long as they remember who to thank with each tap of the card.
Yandere CEO that wants you to become part of his life. You'll have a tailored wardrobe, a luxurious place to live, and a chef who can make you whatever you want. All you have to do is listen to him, follow the rules, and remember who holds the power in your relationship.
This piece takes place in the gilded age. With an evil new money train tycoon. Enjoy! New Money versus Old money drama, except he likes you. Requested by @blightedsaint
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Yandere Drabbles: Rags to Riches
Yandere New Money Tycoon x Fem Reader
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TW: slow burn, kind of a onesided enemies to lovers, Yandere behavior, relationship dynamic that should not be romanticized in real life, TOXIC, ML IS A BASTARD, jealousy, power imbalance, insecure man, classism, reader is an illegitimate child, sexism, gilded age social norms, arranged marriage, reader is unhappy, obsession, this is horror for some people, and baby trapping (mentioned)
Yandere Tycoon who had been given your hand in marriage to embarrass him. After all, you were an illegitimate child and not fully from Old Money blood. Your father thought it would make Felix understand that his place in the upper class would never be with the old money, but he wasn’t offended at all. No. Felix eagerly took you in not because of a fleeting feeling of attraction, but to spite your old man.
Yandere Tycoon who let you do whatever you pleased in his opulent manor. Not like he loved you or anything. You were merely a tool of your father and he highly doubted you were sent to spy on him. He knew you grew up as a commoner, he doubted you had the capacity to ever betray him. You were still naive to believe in love. How childish. This was an arranged marriage, nothing more.
Yandere Tycoon who rolled his eyes at your feeble attempts of conversation or affection. You two were merely arranged to marry. You needed to understand your place now before you truly believed you mattered to him. Felix often belittled you by bringing up your humble background whenever you tried to be near him.
Yandere Tycoon who often brushed you off or ignored you. He had an empire to build, he didn’t have time to be distracted by the fickle feelings of the heart. No matter how pretty those eyes were, Felix wouldn’t fall for you! You were the daughter of his business rival and he’d be damned if he let you get in the way of all his hard work even if you constantly went out of your way to care for him. Even if he too had at one point been a commoner himself, Felix saw himself above you since he had aggressively pursued wealth by any means necessary. He was very mean to you and those poisonous words slowly damaged your self esteem to the point that you were extremely unhappy. Yet your husband didn’t notice since he was too caught up in his endless chase for wealth and social acceptance.
Yandere Tycoon who slowly began to ‘tolerate’ you. Felix no longer brushed you off whenever you’d politely greet him. He’d give you a small head nod of acknowledgment. He also ate the tea sandwiches you made him as he worked in his office. They weren’t too bad and neither was the tea you made him. Felix was honestly a little flattered you remembered his preferences, but he’d never tell you that. After all, you were still a commoner. You were beneath him and his goals.
Yandere Tycoon who enjoyed the silent meals with you. He liked how you didn’t endlessly chatter or bother him. It made him less stressed to not have such a chatty wife after a long day of work trying to scam people out of their lands so he could build more railroads. Perhaps he’d buy you a gift for being so tolerable?
Yandere Tycoon who bought you a gold necklace one day and insisted on putting it on your neck himself. He shivered when he touched your soft skin. He didn’t think a commoner would have nice skin, but you did. You were as soft as silk. A fact that made him tremble a bit. He wondered if you felt that little spark too?yet he didn’t think it was romantic. It had to be physical attraction only… right? Wrong.
Yandere Tycoon who nearly shattered his glass in his hand at a ball when another man asked you to dance with him. If a look could kill, that man would’ve been dead. Felix had amassed a fortune quickly through his industrial efforts with his railroad business yet these old money bastards still didn’t respect him. He belonged here! He had worked so hard to be a part of this crowd and he would be damned if he let anyone challenge his social prestige by openly flirting with his wife.
Yandere Tycoon who slipped into the dance and made sure everyone knew you were his. He made sure his waltz was perfect. He didn’t understand why you weren’t swooning. You used to eagerly try to gain his attention and now you had it, was that not enough? You weren’t looking down on him too, were you? You had no right… you were a half blood. Nothing more. You should be grateful you married him. You’d never have a chance at this chance of living in wealth this in your measly life if you hadn’t been given to him. So smile at him! Smile at him like you used to when you first walked through those oak doors to his manor!
Yandere Tycoon who began to shower you with gifts. Jewelry, flowers, dresses, whatever material item he thought suited you would be sent your way yet you never acknowledged his efforts. Why were you being so difficult? Didn’t you understand your husband wanted you? Your husband was Felix Vanderbilt, the wealthiest train industrialist in America! Why weren’t you smiling at him anymore? He wanted to see your smiles again… yet he didn’t understand that he had broken you down for years in this bitter arranged marriage.
Yandere Tycoon who went into a jealous rage whenever you talked to any male house staff. How dare you smile and laugh with the butler! He had the poor butler moved to another wing! If he saw you with a chef? He’d fire him! You were his wife. You shouldn’t be fraternizing with commoners, because you no longer were one.
Yandere Tycoon who didn’t understand why you cried when he brought up children. You should be happy he wants offspring with you! You were going to bear the next to the mighty Vanderbilt name! Plus, you could never leave him if you had his heirs. There was no need for tears because he was your husband. And he’d make sure you never forgot that.
He’s the provider—not because you can’t do it yourself, but because you don’t have to. Because you are a goddess, and his entire reason for existing is to serve and sustain you.
He works. He earns. He builds.
You spend. You bloom. You reign.
He loves watching you indulge, watching you live in luxury, wrapped in silk and soaking in baths filled with oils he paid for—because every dollar he makes is for you. You let him protect you, you let him pay for you, you let him sweat and grind and bleed for you, and in return? He gets to exist in your orbit. That’s the real reward.
He wears the suits.
He signs the deals.
He makes the investments.
All so he can walk into your closet and see the dresses he bought you.
All so he can kiss your feet and know his labor funds your throne.
When he transfers you money, when he covers the bills, when he secures every luxury possible for you—he isn’t just doing his job. He’s fulfilling his purpose.
“Please let me protect you, Baby.”
“Please let me provide for you. That’s all I want.”
And you let him. With a smile. With a kiss on the cheek. With that lazy little, “Of course, baby. That’s what you’re for.”
And he melts. Because he is.
He’s the man who hands over his check and begs you to use it.
He’s the one who guards you from everything, except his obsession.
He’s the provider who gives you the world, and gets to kneel at your feet as a reward.
You let him be the pillar—so you can be the goddess draped in gold.
"Dunno. Maybe it's the person who allows me to settle our petty disagreements with enough food to feed a family of four."
Her boot nudges the leg of your chair- a lazy, yet conflicted grin plastered onto her face. What can you say? You're an easy-going person with easy needs to fulfill. What good is staying mad at a woman who can readily drop bills to nourish your wildest craving? Getting harassed by her 'exes" can be bothersome, but at least she let you crash at one of her more permanent places of residence the last time things got sticky.
Pealing back the wrapper of your second burger, you cover your mouth - spacey eyes regaining a symbolence of consciousness as you chew.
"Funny. I mean... What's the point of throwing away our friendship over other people's actions? Things might be better if your partners didn't know I exist, but who else is gonna bring me burgers at four in the morning?"
Dylan picks at her bottom lip with her teeth, a hand skimming through her dyed locks.
Summary: This is one of those storys where y/n is born to royal family but the family treats them horribly and they become reborn and try to change their fate. Except, this y/n has been through the loop many. Many times, always meeting their doom, until one loop it suddenly changes
Tw: violence, abuse, yandere behavior(all platonic), descriptions of death, mentions of suicide and self harm.
Another day of torment has gone bye, as usual.
This time y/n had "embaressed" the family at a royal ball ruining their older siblings proposals. And being punished heavily for it.
Beaten and bruised y/n retreated to the library, one of the only places you know is safe from the torment on account of how large it is. Always finding books that have been hidden away covered in dust for who knows how long.
The library was always so quiet, you always liked that about it, you weren't yelled at here, weren't beaten here due to the importance of the library.
So you were free to explore and read to your hearts content, thats when you found it.
A book unlike anything you've ever seen before, a book with no cover, and seemingly having empty pages until you reach the middle of the book and see it written.
"Ask for it and it shall be yours. But be careful what you wish for"
You wonder what this means, you've seen magic before, even learned it in some previous lives, but you've never known magic, let alone any books that could grant wishes. Still, after so many lifetimes of pain and suffering, you think about what to wish for that could save you from this.
"I... I wish for my life to change, to have a loving, caring family, to go throughout my days not needing to fear pain just for existing" y/n starts to sob, wishful thinking they think to themselves, that is until the text on the book starts to move around and change.
"Your wish has been granted. The next time you wake up your life will be changed forever" the text then fades from the book as if it was never there in the first place. Y/n puts the book back where they found it and filled with hope that they hadn't had in a long time, they head off to bed hoping that the book worked and that finally things will change for the better.
....
.......
It does not.
Nothing seems to have changed. Everything is the same as it was. It's been a few weeks since you've made your wish, and unfortunately the torment hasn't let up, not even a little bit. Your Mother and Father, the Queen and King respectively continue to ignore your existence completely, ashamed to have birthed a useless child like you. Throughout your lives no matter what you did they always saw you the same, it shouldn't still hurt after so long but it does.
Your siblings, have changed, but only for the worst, since your last embaressment on them your older brothers have been pushing you around more and more, your older sister, while she doesn't harm you physically whenever she's near you she makes it her job to remind you about how much of a failure you are. How you always ruin everything.
You never should have gotten your hopes up. You don't know why you even try anymore. What's the point of living through these lives if the outcome is all the same, waiting for the day you'll die in some horrible way, usually killed, but there has been the occasional accident.
Something snaps. You can't live like this anymore, maybe... maybe if instead of being killed... maybe if you kill yourself it'll all stop...
And that's what you do.
While the rest of your "family" is hosting another ball to repair the damage you've done. You make your move, heading to one of the palace balconys and ending it.
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The Royal Family have just announced they are having another child, they should be rejoicing but ever since the Queen discovered she was pregnant they whole family seems to have fallen under a curse of some kind.
Visions of the future, of pain, of... a person? They've never seen this person yet they look so much like them. And they see themselves too but.. somethings wrong with them. The visions are horrible, seeing each of them hurting this unknown person.
At first the Queen thought she was just having pregnancy nightmares, but then she overhears her boys fighting about something they've seen.
The Royal family gathers to discuss and discovers that they've all been getting this visions, visions of different lives, of this persons different lives. They've discovered that their visions line up, but still have many differences.
Preists, Mages, Wizards, they've called everyone they could from all over the kingdom that could possibly explain what's happening to them. To make it stop.
But none of them could figure it out.
This continues for months and they only seem to get worse. At first it was merely people who looked like them being rude, or obnoxious, or bullys, but has time went on the people in these visions got meaner. Got violent. And then the deaths started to show.
They can only watch in horror as this person dies time and time again. They refuse to believe that the people in these visions could be them. Why would they ever hurt this "y/n" this way. They don't understand it. The children wake up screaming so often that for the last month of the Queens pregnancy the family refuses to leave each other's side.
And then it happens. The day that changes everything. The day the Queen gives birth, they all have one final vision, for once, it's the same vision as well. They see this "y/n" holding a book, making their wish, and then... jumping
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Everything is dark, and for a moment, you think this may really be the end for once... so many emotions all at once but there's no time to think before there's a bright light and you open up your eyes.
And you see them. It didn't work. You start to cry, and you cry hard, you immediately expect to be handed over to a maid as always, but instead the queen Your mother, she keeps you in her arms and tries her best to comfort you. Looking at you for the first time and she cries.
This is strange. She's never reacted like this, she's never held you like this she's-
"It's her."
A states, you can't see him but you recognize your father's voice. The voice of a king is hard to forget.
"There she is. Y/n."
You flinch at your name being said, you don't think anything of it, but they notice. They never wanna see you flinch again. Your only a baby. Your THEIR baby.
They have you now. So small, so delicate, so fragile, they won't let anyone hurt you. They've seen the visions, they've seen your deaths, and while you don't know it. They've vowed to never let you go through any of that ever again.
No matter what. You will get what you wished for. They'll make sure of it.
I love your writing so much is it okay for me to request yandere emperor like in 1800 or 1900 with ballerina reader?
Yandere Emperor x Reader
The gas lamps lining the cobbled streets cast pale halos in the mist, a golden haze spilling over the frostbitten city. Somewhere beyond the ivory walls of the Imperial Palace, violin strings hummed through the winter air like ghosts—sweet, aching, and low. And you? You were center stage, wrapped in satin ribbons and dreams stitched tight into your bodice. The audience held its breath as you moved, every step on pointe a story of heartbreak and hope, every pirouette a prayer in motion. But one pair of eyes—dark, hungry, unblinking—watched with more than admiration.
He was there every night. Emperor Adrien IV, sovereign of half the continent, draped in velvet and military medals, never missed a single performance. You had never spoken to him. Not directly. But his gaze followed you like a tether, unseen and warm against the nape of your neck even when the curtains fell.
You told yourself it was nothing.
Until the letters came.
Elegant parchment, edges gilded, sealed with crimson wax and stamped with the imperial crest. The first one was simple—compliments on your performance, praise for your artistry. Polite. Harmless. But then came another. And another. They grew longer. More personal. He wrote of how your movement stilled the ache of war in his bones. How he dreamed of your silhouette long after sleep had left him. He quoted poems that no one else remembered and ended his letters with a single plea:
‘Dance for me alone.’
You tried not to tremble as you read them by candlelight, the flicker catching the edge of each obsessive flourish in his calligraphy. You never responded. What could you say to a man like him? A man who could summon armies, raze cities, extinguish lives with a nod?
Still, he persisted.
Then came the night the theater went dark.
You arrived at the company only to find your dressing room gone. Your director vanished. Dancers scattered like birds, whispering of patronage too powerful to defy. That evening, a carriage awaited you—sleek, black, and silent. The driver held no invitation. He simply opened the door and gestured.
You stepped in.
The palace was colder than you imagined—opulent but hollow. Marble floors so polished you could see your reflection tremble. Servants avoided your eyes. No one spoke. They led you to a grand chamber gilded in gold leaf and shadow, where a single man sat at the throne’s edge, his crown resting on a side table like an afterthought. Adrien.
Up close, he was even more terrible. Beautiful, yes. Impossibly so. Black curls like ink. Eyes the color of polished obsidian, glittering with something not quite sane. But it wasn’t his beauty that held you still. It was the intensity—the way he looked at you like you were the only thing he had ever truly wanted.
He stood, closing the distance between you in slow, deliberate steps.
“You’re here,” he murmured, as if the thought alone was enough to keep the stars turning. “At last.”
You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.
He circled you like a man inspecting the edge of a dream, hand brushing the folds of your coat, the exposed line of your collarbone. “You should never have danced for them. They didn’t deserve it. They watched with filthy eyes, unworthy of even your shadow.”
He took your hand. It was ice against fire.
“You’re mine now.”
And just like that, you realized what he had done.
The letters. The shuttered theater. The silenced staff. He hadn’t courted you—he’d hunted you. Slowly. Patiently. Piece by piece, he had torn the world away until only he remained.
You pulled back. “I want to go home.”
A shadow flickered across his face. It passed quickly, but not fast enough. When he smiled again, it was softer—almost sorrowful.
“There is no ‘home’ outside these walls. That world forgot you the moment I decided to make you mine.”
You stumbled away, skirts brushing the edge of the throne room’s vast emptiness. “You can’t keep me here.”
“I can,” he said, voice like silk and steel. “And I will.”
A hand clapped. The doors swung open. And before you could scream or run, music began. Live, echoing, played by a hidden quartet. Your song. The one you danced to on your final night.
His voice dipped to a whisper behind you. “Dance for me.”
You stood frozen.
And then—because you feared what he might do if you didn’t—you danced.
Each step felt like surrender. Each turn like a chain pulled tighter. Adrien didn’t speak again. He simply watched, silent and rapt, the firelight dancing in his eyes.
And when the music ended, when you dropped into your final bow, he rose.
“You’ll dance every night,” he promised, reaching out to cradle your cheek. “For me. Only me. Forever.”
You could see now the depths of it—his madness, his devotion. This wasn’t love. It was worship. And you were no longer a ballerina.
(yandere! ex crush x gn! reader) (cw: gaslighting, self harm)
you don't really remember why you liked him. he was one of those popular kids who only hung out with other popular kids and disrupted class. he was one of those guys who was effortlessly attractive and had the admiration of other girls and guys. he was basically the perfect guy.
you... you were a bit of a nerd. not an outcast, but certainly not popular. you had your own fair share of friends but that was about it. you were just average.
but him.
he...
he was out of your league, that much was certain. you fell for him anyway despite knowing that. maybe it was your teenage brain being delusional, seeing things as signs when there weren't any. when exactly you fell? you think it was because the two of you got paired for a project together in the final year. yes, that was probably when you started to fall for him.
he was nice.
he was nice.
and you fell for that. how foolish.
sure, he gave you attention and spent time with you after class... yeah he might have told you how beautiful you were when you laughed.... hell, he even gave you something you've always wanted all because he wanted to see you smile... but you shouldn't have taken those the romantic way! of course not! it's not like you and him could ever be together. you were too different from each other.
"you thought i liked you?"
his voice.
it was full of disgust. as though he were looking at something utterly filthy. trash. something so simply unworthy of his gaze. yet, there seemed to be a hint of hesitation behind them. as though he were afraid.
"come on, just because i treated you decently for the project... you're a good friend but..."
then it was pity. like you falling for him was something worth pitying. it was like you were a charity case and his attention was his donation. still, his words were hesitant, shaky.
"honestly, i wouldn't have talked to someone like you if it weren't for the project. you really think you're in my league?"
he was rambling at this point, fiddling with his fingers and avoiding eye contact. still, it was very clear how he felt about you. in your eyes, at least. he didn't like you, at all.
everything came crashing down. your fragile teen heart, the infatuation and rose eyed lens watering away as he continues to hurl hurtful things at you. his words seep deep into your wounds, causing the pain to burn even more.
someone like you.
was that how he saw you? just... someone? like you? how little did he think of you to not even address you as your own person? was all that kindness just a facade? did he really... dislike you that much?
"i... forget it. let's just finish the project and never speak about this again."
the unsaid words only left you hurting more. what was he going to say? what did he want to say? you'll never know because you fucked things up by telling him how you felt.
you never talked to him after the project. never looked at him, never spoke about him, you avoided him like he was the plague. even when... did he try approaching you after that? you don't remember. you don't want to remember.
thankfully, he wasn't all that bad. he never told anyone of your confession and you soon graduated high school without any further drama. you wonder if it was out of pity or just disgust. the sheer disgust of being associated with someone like you. of being confessed to by someone like you.
you decided to forget about him after that day and focus on yourself. so what if some guy rejected you? at least you have yourself, that's something.
you went to college, graduated with honors, and got a job in something you loved. all was great and life was good.
until it wasn't.
you saw him again. this time, instead of the popular high school kid, he was your neighbor that just moved in.
"u-uh..."
he had bags under his eyes, skin that was cold to the touch, and an appearance that looked like he was going to pass out at any second. yet he was still as handsome as ever. something about that disheveled look... sure he wasn't that golden boy he was back then but you couldn't deny that he was still handsome. handsome but tired.
you shake your head, temporarily putting those thoughts to the side. first, how were you supposed to greet him? do you act like you know him? act like he wasn't there and just walk off?
"welcome to the apartment complex, you new here?"
he nodded and his eyes lit up.
ah damn it.
thus was the start to your rekindling with him yet again. your ex crush, now your next door neighbor and friend. apparently he ended up in computer science and was unemployed. something about the current job market or whatever he was mumbling about. he moved out of his parent's house to try and find a job in a new place which is why he's here.
you two start out slow. greeting each other in the morning if you come across one another. then it evolved to going to the grocery store together. things were good. and it felt... nice having him around again.
eventually, the two of you end up befriending each other once again. how sweet! old friends rekindling the flame, right? wrong.
"i love you."
it came so suddenly, but also not really. you should've seen the signs and distanced yourself. the blushing, the increased codependency, his entire clingy boyfriend persona even though you're not together... now things have turned out like this and there's absolutely no way you're getting back with him. not when he's your ex-crush.
"uh..."
before you can say anything, he starts apologizing like his feelings are wrong.
"sorry... 'm sorry..."
he was crying. crying. on his knees, face wet with desperation as he dares not to touch you. his fists were clenched tight, nails breaking the skin on his palms as rushed words fall from his lips.
"i know i don't deserve you but please! i can't live without you!"
he wishes he had never said those harmful words all those years again. that ruined everything between the two of you.
he had really fallen for you all those years back in high school. that much was obvious with how much time he spent with you and how you're the only person to this day to remain in his heart.
but he made the mistake of choosing popularity.
back then, he chose his fake friends that didn't want anything to do with losers over his one true love. they saw his affection for you and called him out on it, causing him to panic and leave you in the dust. but it's okay... he's changed! really! couldn't you tell from how you hung out with him lately? he spends all his time with you, gives you gifts, and does whatever you want him too! he really just wants to show his love! honest!
"i can... i can be better! please, don't leave me!"
meanwhile you were just awkwardly standing there, watching as he bawled his eyes out. well... what now? you're not gonna accept him. definitely not.
sure, he has been treating you nicely recently but didn't he treat you nicely back then too? and what happened when you fell for that huh?
"please... just one chance. i won't hurt you again."
he won't hurt you but he will hurt himself. that's just common sense obviously. if you don't want him it must mean there's something wrong with him, and he'll be more than happy to punish himself for that.
anything for you.
"dude i just- you're not really my type."
that's true. you've grown from your high school self and while it is nice to have him as a friend again, you can't see him as a future partner.
he's just not that guy. and that's not the only reason. he's getting too dependent and clingy to you and it's weird. really weird. if that was his definition of treating you better it wasn't a really good one.
you watch silently as he sniffles, rubbing at his eyes before making eye contact again.
"you don't want me?"
you nod.
"really?"
you nod again.
"i guess it's a sign to end it all then..."
wait what?
"no no no- dude you can't kill yourself just because i rejected you!"
"why not? there's nothing to live for if I can't be yours."
the only sounds heard are the sounds of your breathing and his sniffling. the two of you are engaged in a deep staring contest that he wins as you pull away.
damn it, you didn't want him to die. why'd he say that? now things are awkward-
"there's no meaning in my life if you reject me. I'm just a useless man."
you sigh and rub your forehead.
what are you supposed to do now, huh? he's obviously not in the right state of mind and he doesn't seem to want to move unless you accept his confession.
"you-"
"no one likes me..."
okay that's it.
"listen, I'll go on one date. if after that I don't want to date you, please just move on."
there. nothing will go wrong now. he'll be happy and you'll have him as a friend.
"ah..."
unfortunately for you, you've underestimated a man who's desperate to make up for lost time.and he won't stop until he's gotten what he wants.
I just really like the idea of a rich lady being obsessed idk
[ female yandere x gn darling reader | wealthy yandere | poor darling | stalking (as one does) | kidnapping ]
Yandere wealthy lady who finally snapped and had her men snatch you off the streets.
This just couldn't keep on going any longer, don't you see? A beautiful flower like you wilting away. She could not let you wither away any longer.
Yes, meddling is the trait of a busy body, and is horribly impolite.
But this was not meddling, right? This was saving someone who couldn't handle the autonomy to take care of themselves.
You were frightened when you woke up in an unfamiliar room. Dahlia didn't blame you, it's mere human behavior to be thrown of your feet when you get pushed into the unknown.
But look around you!
A huge bed, the finest pillows and blankets, a floor to ceiling window that allowed you sight over the entire city. Bookshelves from on side of the room to the other. A walk-in closet that would be yours to fill with whatever you wanted. A ensuite bathroom with a luxurious jacuzzi to relax in.
Aren't you happy to be there? Don't you just love this gift?
She was there when you woke up. Expecting gaze as she noticed how you stirred, the narcotic seemingly wearing off.
You never even met Dahlia. She wondered what you would think of her. Would you find her just as enchanting as she did you? Would you look at her, with frightened eyes at first, but eventually with amazement?
You'd have to, right? She saved you! And she did not just save you, but she was going to go above and beyond to ensure that the rest of your life would be nothing short of a dream!
Your eyes went wide with confusion. This was not your room! This was... this was... What was this?
And most importantly, who was the lady sitting on the edge of the bed?
"Good morning. How are you feeling?"
How were you feeling? Confused, that's how you were feeling.
She looked familiar. Like someone you had seen a couple of times. But you couldn't place where.
"...Who are you? Where am I?" You asked, hesitantly. This was strange. You had an eery feeling about it.
She shuffled a bit on the bed, sitting closer to you. Her smile was warm, but her eyes... there was something about those eyes.
"I'm Dahlia Graystone. You're in your room. Do you like it, darling? I had it designed specially for you."
Dahlia Graystone. That name was even more familiar. Of course it was familiar. The Graystones were a wealthy family, known for their influence in the upper class circle. And most relevant to you, they owned the restaurant you worked at.
Your eyes widened. Your room? What was she talking about? "How did I get here?"
She stayed silent for a second. You could see her think of what to say. It worried you. Then she smiled again. "Oh, I had my men pick you up. You look so fragile, darling, you really have me worried."
Pick you up? You don't remember anything of the sorts. Why don't you remember that? You should, shouldn't you? You felt shivers going down your spine.
"I don't know you."
"Oh, but you'll have all the time of the world to get to know me!" She said giddy. It was strange. She was speaking as if, while you didn't know her, she knew you.
This was wrong. This was very, very wrong.
You tried to get off the bed, but the moment you wanted to move your legs from under the blanket, you felt something yanking on your ankle.
A metal cuff. Attached to a chain. Bolted to the bed frame. Your heart pounded in your chest, panic setting in. Finally, the gravity of situation started to dawn on you.
"...You can't do this. This is illegal."
Her smile flattened for a second, as something more unforgiven flashed through her eyes. But just as quickly as the warmth left, it returned. "Oh, Darling, don't say silly things. I'm just doing what's best for you!"
"Best for me? You don't even know me," You rebutted, your voice cracking as you felt like there was a hand around your throat, getting tighter and tighter. What the hell, what the hell, what the hell.
She laughed, the sound feeling like it was bouncing of the wall like the chiming of a bell. "But I do, darling. Don't you see?"
She got off the bed and walked to the center of the room, her arms wide as she gestured to the surroundings. "See? All the books are in genres you love! The color scheme is your favorite! The clothes waiting for you are your measurements!"
Then, she returned to the bedside, reaching out to softly caress your cheek, despite you trying to dodge it. "Everything is for you, my darling. You're going to be so happy here."
Your eyes darted through the room. She was right. Every part of the room, it was exactly how you would furnish your room if you had the means. The fact that it was all exactly to your liking was... extremely worrying.
Oh God. She had been watching you. She had to have been. She had to have stalked you obsessively, it made you nauseous. Tears started welling up in your eyes.
"...You're crazy."
"Crazy in love, darling," She retorted, a stupid, childish grin creeping up on her face. She wasn't normally like this, she swore. But you just were so cute.
She went out to wipe a single tear from your cheek, but you yanked your head our of her hands, placing yourself flat against the headboard.
"No, you're actually crazy! This is crazy! You can't do this! Bring me back to my home!"
When you dodged her touch, the smile disappeared, and she pursed her lips. Oh, you were being so stubborn. And stupid. But! She won't hold it against you! After all, you're so used to that shitty life, it must've poisoned you into not being able to see how generous she was, how loving.
"Home, darling?" She asked. With her smile gone, there was nothing to mask the possessiveness in her tone, or the darkness in her eyes. "This is home. And you'll love being home. Eventually."
A predatory glint sparked in her eyes, sending a fresh wave of terror through you. You recoiled, pressing yourself further against the headboard, the cold metal digging into your skin. The chain rattled, a mocking reminder of your captivity.
The noise catches her attention, and she sighed as she turned to look at your chained foot. She got up from the bed again, and traced the chain.
"But I do apologize for the chain. You have to understand, it's for the best. When you've eased into this place, I promise, I'll take it off."
You followed her movement closely, eyes widened and breathing erratic.
She let go from the chain, and abandoned the bed to walk to the door. Before opening it, she turned to look at you again, smile once again present.
"Go take some rest now. You deserve it after these grueling years of poverty and labor."
im no writer but shes just very important to me lol
[ female yandere x gn darling reader | wealthy yandere | poor darling | stalking (as one does) | kidnapping ]
Yandere wealthy lady who honestly was planning on letting you live your life, not interfering whatsoever, just observing from the sidelines.
Dahlia who first saw you when you started working as a server in one of the restaurants she owned.
Immediately enthralled.
She had to know who you were. You were just too hypnotizing to be able to ignored by a woman with an eye for fine things.
But Dahlia not only is a real connoisseur on beauty, she's also a very classy woman. Raised well by her mother, knowing that acting on emotions is tactless. So she let you go.
Kind of, anyways.
She just had to know more about you. What was your name, how old are you, where do you live, are you a student, do you have another job, what are your hobbies, who are your friends?
How lucky she is she has the money and connections to have some people infiltrate every area of her life, and report back to her.
But of course, she wouldn't take you for herself. That would be awfully ungrateful.
Oh dear...
You weren't in a good spot, were you?
How cruel the universe was to make their most beautiful creation suffer through such a hard life, Dahlia mused as she received files upon files of information about you.
You were an orphan. Your father left you some pretty bad debts. You had to quit college to work full-time. The restaurant wasn't your only job; you also worked morning shifts at a coffee shop, and from twelve until five you made sure that kids at a fun park didn't break any park rules.
Tsk. No wonder you always looked so tired when arriving at the restaurant. Not that that made you any less wonderful in Dahlia's eyes. Don't worry. You would always be ethereal to her.
She wondered if she should throw you a bone. Maybe an anonymous gift, or paying of your debts, just to ease your mind a little. But that would be meddling, wouldn't it be? And who was she to take control of your life? You were completely capable of managing yourself, weren't you?
Yes.
She wouldn't meddle.
But, by God, she wanted to. Because with every day going by, it started to look more like you were planning on destroying yourself.
It was like watching a star burn out. It saddened her. And it angered her. You weren't taking care of yourself. How dare you.
Didn't you know how precious you were?
You fainted. During your shift. At the restaurant. Because of malnutrition.
That. was. it.
If you wouldn't take care of yourself, she would do it for you.
She already had a lovely, spacious but cozy room ready for you in her penthouse apartment.
