Omg wait what about a dark/yandere evil queen who, once the spell was put over all the people and they were transported to storybrooke, she had her once unwilling darling there as her loving partner?
A/N: anon I see the vision here perfectly and I LOVE it
Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, obsessive/possessive behavior, mentioned kidnapping, brainwashing in the form of memory wiping, dubcon in the sense that the reader wouldn't willingly be with Regina if they had their original memories
When Regina woke up in Storybrooke after casting the spell that would trap everyone in a realm without magic, it felt like a dream come true. Like one last hurrah from the Evil Queen, sticking it to everyone who'd ever doubted her.
She was ecstatic, not just that her spell had worked but also because of the wardrobe that came with the territory. I mean, for a place without magical elements, the clothes were positively divine.
Of course, none of that mattered nearly as much compared to the true victory here, the thing marked at the very top of her wishlist, which was naturally you.
The bed may have been empty when she got out of it, but the house wasn't, as she quickly found you downstairs, humming softly to yourself as you cooked breakfast. A small box TV sat on the kitchen counter, displaying the morning news.
"Oh, good morning, honey," you brightly greeted once you saw her, immediately moving to greet her with a kiss. "I already cooked the bacon in the skillet, but I haven't done the eggs yet because I wasn't sure how you'd want them."
She felt utterly flabbergasted, in the best way possible. Images flashed through her mind of the you she knew before, the one frequently captured by the Evil Queen in some desperate ploy to keep you as property, her mind clearly sick and twisted with how she saw this as a way to show you her love. (Though love may have been a bit of a strong word here. Obsession, more like).
But now? There was no screaming, no crying, no begging to be set free. No pleas of mercy for your family or friends that relentlessly and tiredly worked to help you escape, to bring you back home, because here you were home.
You were home with her, honestly and truly. Fear didn't fill your eyes like it did before when your gaze set upon her; instead, it was love.
The sound of your voice, soft and concerned, broke her free from her thoughts. "Honey, are you alright? You're looking a bit faint."
Your brow was furrowed, and she felt the strong urge to lean forward to kiss the slight crease between your eyes. She was certain if she did it now, you wouldn't flinch away from her touch like once before.
"Yes, dear, I'm fine," she smoothly replied, reaching a hand out to gently cup your cheek. Her heart swelled when you leaned into it, pulse racing when your head turned so you could place an affectionate kiss to the center of her palm.
So this is what it was like to have you love her back. Truly exhilarating. If she'd known it would be this heavenly, the spell would've been cast long ago. Who needed magic when she had you?
A smile graced her features, one that was that signature mix of delight and mischief. "In fact, I can confidently say that I've never been better."
Yandere/dark! Mr. Gold x reader; the aftermath of sassing him, which resulted in you being caned across the face
Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, whumpish material, set in the winter/a snowy area for the ✨️aesthetic✨️, brief caning to the face, mentions of injuries (cuts, bruises, bleeding, etc.), slightly sadistic yandere, defiant reader
A/N: this is just a short lil thing I wrote with my beloved because he's desperately lacking in fics
Your blood was crimson red against the pale snow, dripping down your face from the fresh injuries you'd sustained. Cuts and bruises littered your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and mouth- nothing remained unblemished.
A gloved hand reached down to grasp firmly at your chin, yanking your head up so you were forced to face the one who'd done this to you despite your inward protests on having to look at him dead on. You didn't dare to voice these thoughts, as they'd been what resulted in you getting hit in the first place.
The snow crunched beneath his feet, smears of your blood left behind on the ice when he walked from where it had gotten on his cane. That was his weapon of choice when not using magic. It took a bit more physical labor, making it quite the workout, but it certainly got the job done.
You glared up at him defiantly, scowling as you resisted the urge to bite his hand for a second time. The first had resulted in getting tossed back down at his feet and pinned with his cane to your chest; this had taken place between beatings.
"Have you learned your lesson now, hm?" He questioned with an infuriating smirk, his gloved thumb brushing almost tenderly over your battered bottom lip, as if he wasn't the one to inflict said pain in the first place.
You didn't speak, knowing it'd only result in more punishment as you had nothing kind to say. He seemed to be aware of your thoughts and didn't push the matter, letting out a satisfied hum before releasing his grip and taking a step back.
"Very good. Maybe now you'll choose more wisely before getting an attitude with me."
The glower you were shooting his way didn't even seem to affect him, not that it surprised you very much. After all, the Dark One had dealt with far worse than a brat's evil glares and foul mouth.
He turned and began to venture away from you, making it your choice as to whether or not you wanted to follow after him. After a lashing like this, it wasn't unlikely for you to go off somewhere by yourself to sulk for a bit. He knew you'd always eventually end up slinking back to him when it was all said and done.
Besides, it was your own fault for testing his patience and speaking out of turn. Maybe this time you'd actually learn your lesson, though that was a notion in which he highly doubted.
