Synopsis: You’re a witch known for making love potions. They're fake. The reviews are real. Your track record? Immaculate. Until a duke walks in, covered in blood, and demands you reverse the spell you cast on him.
You didn't cast anything.
He doesn't care.
And now you live in his mansion.
Love Potion or Love at First Sight?
"Are you sure this is it?"
"Yes yes! This is the love potion. Now pay up or leave because I have other customers to attend to!"
You groan at the woman hesitating in front of you, wasting your time.
You're an infamous witch known in the black market for selling all types of spells and potions for a hefty sum.
Your most popular item? The love potion.
Which is actually just… an aphrodisiac.
But after selling 170 potions? You've only ever received positive reviews. All from noblewomen, lovestruck and happy with the results.
What can you say? You've always known men to be lustful creatures, barren from emotions. After selling a 170 with zero bad reviews? Your ideology is proven correct.
"Are you sure it works?" the woman whispers.
"100% customer satisfaction guaranteed!"
She still looks nervous.
"And if it doesn't work, you can come back and I'll give double your money back as refund."
The woman nods, pays with a pouch of gold coins, then leaves.
Another positive review, you think to yourself confidently, already marking this as your 171st success.
…
You just didn’t expect your first bad review to appear right in front of your face.
The door slams open.
A man stands in your doorway. With black hair and red eyes; blood plastered across his face, clothes, and most importantly his sword.
"So," The bloody man starts, one hand going up to wipe some blood off his face. “You're the witch selling cheap love elixirs all over the market?”
You don’t answer, your hand sliding toward the defense charm under your counter instead.
Because this wasn’t just any man, this was the war-crazed duke feared by all of society.
"You better pay for this."
…Guess you'll be closing the shop for a while.
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And… you've been working at his mansion ever since.
Tasked with reversing whatever spell you supposedly casted on him. Despite all your protests, swearing up and down that you never did anything.
He doesn't believe you.
He won't believe you.
Because how else do you explain what he felt when he walked into your shop? That made his sword hand waver and his heart stutter, and his threats turn into something softer?
Obviously, you’ve cursed him. There was no need to investigate this any further, nor did he feel the need to tell you about all these symptoms.
So now you're stuck in a massive estate with a madman who thinks you cursed him, brewing antidote after antidote, watching nothing work.
You could only curse that woman, muttering bitter insults under your breath.
The one who bought the potion and slipped it to him. The one who left you with this mess and then promptly left this world, if the blood on his sword was any indication.
Damn her.
What the hell did she see in this man anyway?
Because here's the thing you're learning, piece by piece. The duke? He's not just some nobleman. He's the nobleman. The one everyone whispers about, who keeps a dungeon beneath the east wing and a graveyard in the west garden. (Allegedly.)
The madman of high society.
If only you'd known he was the target that woman was after, you would've never sold her that potion. Never agreed to the commission or opened your stupid mouth about the satisfaction guarantee!!
But you didn't know.
And now you're stuck with the aftermath…
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At first, the madman kept you confined to a workspace somewhere within the mansion.
Close enough to monitor. Far enough to ignore.
Then, he started calling for you more often. Checking on your progress. Standing just a little too close while you worked. Watching you with scrutinizing red eyes.
And then, he started sticking around you 24/7, following you from room to room like some clingy puppy who couldn't bear for you to leave his sight.
Even that wasn’t enough. At some point, you stopped being assigned a room at all.
Wherever he was… that became your workspace.
You’d turn around and he’d be there.
In the doorway. Behind you. Leaning against the wall like he’d been there the whole time.
Like he had nowhere else to be. Don’t dukes have better things to do? Go tend to your paperwork or something!!
Through it all, he's never kind. Still angry, demanding, and barking orders about reversing the damn spell.
But he never hurts you.
His threats are loud. And his hands are rough, just like his voice that could shatter glass.
But you've started to notice something.
He always stops. It’s all bark but no bite…
And it becomes a routine.
You work. He watches. You brew. He hovers. You try to leave. He blocks the door.
At some point, he has you working in his bedroom.
No, like, actually. He stooped to this level of stupidity, needing allowing you to stay in his chambers at night.
He's sleeping on the bed and you have to sit beside him. On the floor. With your books and your herbs and your constantly dying patience.
You don't know when this became normal.
You hate that it feels normal.
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Tonight, you try to get up.
His hand immediately shoots out to grab your wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You don't flinch anymore. The first few times, you did. Now? You just sigh.
"I'm trying to study for a reverse spell. Or a cure. For you, remember?"
"Stay."
His voice is flat. Unreasonable. Like he's not even considering the possibility of you leaving.
"I can't work if I'm stuck by your side, Your Grace."
"Leave and I'll rip your throat out."
You've heard this before. It had you frozen and crying the first few times, but then you realized…
He never follows through.
Not with you.
"Your Grace," you say, calm as anything, "you can't do that. Who will reverse your spell if not the caster?"
His jaw tightens, though the grip on your wrist doesn't loosen.
But he knows you're right.
He's quiet for a long moment, thinking. And you can see the exact second he shifts tactics.
"Then I'll slit the throats of all the guards outside who allow you to leave this room."
"…I'm sat."
You sit back down on the floor. Head leaning against the bed where his hand lingers limbly. Sometimes brushing your hair unconsciously, like it was to make sure you were still there.
And you work on the spell in his chambers all night long. Barely getting a blink of sleep.
He, on the other hand?
Dead to the world.
The madman who threatened to rip your throat out twenty minutes ago is now curled up on his ridiculous silk sheets, snoring softly.
His face is slack and peaceful. Innocent in a way that makes you want to throw a pillow at his head.
You've noticed this before. The way his eyes get heavy when you're nearby, how his shoulders drop when you enter the room. And the way his threats get lazier the longer you stay.
At first, you thought it was the potion's side effects.
Now you're starting to think he just… can't sleep without you.
Which is not your problem. You didn't sign up to be a nobleman's sleeping charm. You're a witch. A busy one! One who is currently being held against her will in a mansion that smells too much like old money and fresh blood.
And yet… Here you are, watching him sleep.
Because if you move, he wakes up. And if he wakes up, he gets grumpy. And if he gets grumpy, he threatens to kill someone.
Usually the guards.
You've started to feel kind of bad for the guards.
"I hope you wake up with a stiff neck," you mutter, dipping your quill in ink. "I hope you stub your toes when you wake up. I hope your breakfast is cold and your tea is bitter and your horse steps on your foot."
His lips curl up softly. Like you're singing him a lullaby.
Your quill scratches to a halt.
"…I hope you dream about spiders," you try, weaker this time.
His smile deepens.
He doesn't wake up. He just… rests. Still peaceful and content. Like your curses are the sweetest words he's ever heard.
You stare at him.
Then you look down at your notes, page full of failed antidotes and useless counter-spells. A truth you’ve been avoiding for a while manifests to the surface of your mind once again.
Nothing is wrong with him.
The potion didn't work.
He's just like this.
You set down the quill to press your palms to your eyes.
And wonder, for the thousandth time, what in the hell you did to deserve this.
Maybe its time you suggest a psychiatrist.
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Little did both of you know.
The potion didn't work on him.
It never could have. Years of assassination attempts had made his body resistant to poisons, potions, drugs… Basically anything ingested.
The drink that woman slipped him? It passed through his system like water. Barely a flicker of discomfort, a vague pulling in his chest that he dismissed as irritation.
He came to your shop that day ready to kill the witch who made it.
Not because the potion had affected him. But because he was annoyed.
Someone had tried to enchant him. Someone had failed. And he wanted to make an example of the person responsible.
Until he saw you.
And something in his chest pulled again.
Not the potion, that was already gone.
Something else he didn’t have a name for.
He still doesn't have a name for it. He calls it a curse. A spell. Your fault.
…
It's not.
He was just love-struck at first sight.
And he's been falling harder and harder with each day that passes.
Deep in his sleep, one thought surfaces in his mind.
Yandere! Older! Husband! Duke Seppra x chubby! Reincarnated! Young! Wife reader
Warning; mentions of edging, contract marriage, death , explicit content , sexual intercourse and imagery , mention of pregnancy
Authors note: It's been a while right??
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Because of your previous life, you had learned a bitter truth early. Love and romance was rarely kind to women who did not fit the shape it preferred.
You were clever. Creative. Chubby and soft by heart. But you never got to experience real love . But you have had stopped resenting it long ago. Resentment was tiring. You got into the hobby of writing... And not just anything, you were famous smut writer .... A virgin one...
So when you died... and woke again in a world of silk dresses, noble titles, and suffocating expectations, you did not panic.Reborn as the only daughter of a powerful high noble, you inherited wealth large enough to silence scandal and a family name strong enough to end arguments before they began. You were raised indulgently, often called spoiled, often dismissed as haughty.
None of it mattered. Your father loved you. Your wealth was unquestionable.
Marriage, however, waited like a quiet threat.
Men approached you with practiced smiles, voices polite, eyes never lingering on your face for long. They looked instead at your lineage, your dowry, your father’s influence. You noticed it every time.
You made friends with Camilla at the academy, soon she understood that your may have rude tongue but your were too soft for your own good at heart. To the people you stamped as yours, you were like open book, unfiltered ... You spent money on her and her family like water.... You were the epitome of spoiled but not rotten.
Then she came to know the secret... That you are the mysterious writer who writes and publishes the scandalous smut series that made the whole kingdom's women swoon. The graphics and the words that even the maids have bought and hidden the copies under their pillows.. the plots that even made the nobel women blush and faint just after reading.
You made promise with her that she would not tell anyone, she quite liked you that's why when you blurted out your master plan to escape from the relentless wooing of the scheming noble men to marry you she was shocked.
You wanted an old man who was rich and stable so that other nobles won't raise questions and who already have good name and enough heirs that he won't want more. Your would marry them for 5 years, enough for you to pass the right marriageable age and then divorce with the rumour that you were infertile . A nice slow cut and even better if somehow the husband died... That way no one would try to woo you again.
You looked like a little chipmunk while you told her about your plan while gobbling the cookies you bought for her. She had so many men in her mind... Her both father's, adoptive and biological both fits the criteria well and you would be able to stay with her under the same roof too. What would be better than this?? And about love... Both of her father's would eventually fall for you... But you rejected the proposal saying you don't want to be her mom.
She was sad, she wants to be a family with you.... But then another evil idea popped into her mind. It was evening and sixth time that Arsian had tried to beat a junior to death just cause they used Camilla's name. You were nagging him that how he is eventually tarnishing Camilla's name. When he suddenly said .
"Gods woman.... Stop it now... I understand.... What are you!? My mother??"
And you smirked and said “Maybe I am."
He studied her for a long moment. “Are you?”
She laughed. “No. But imagine how unfortunate that would be.”
Arisan visibly shuddered at the thought but this conversation got stuck in Camilla's mind.. you can't marry her father... But you can marry Arisan's can't you?? Plus it would be good you don't want to have kids but you would be having Arisan's adopted brother to look after for.
A kid to spoil , an ignorant husband, you happy and she can visit to meet you at any time!! She meet with Duke Seppra , before telling you. Not to say Duke Seppra was ok with it cause that only meant that due to you in his house Camilla marrying his son would be more easier. You were introduced to him by Camilla, you selected him.
You were quite pleased, you circled him, asked him even play chess with him.. then you presented the contract, you had promised Camila not to tell him about the divorce. Cause he had a small kid.. what if the kid thought it was because of him?? So with all the content with part that you would divorce him after 5 years effective immediately if you wouldn't be able to give him children that you haven't told him... You became his official wife.
Your father after so many threats to either kill himself. Or burn the royal family if they didn't stopped the marriage and giving you too much money as dowry, saying that the old man, your husband, seems poor; he accepted Duke Seppra as you husband.
You were too sweet for someone monotone and stoic as him. His oldest son barely talked to him the youngest son was soft and now a soft wife who barely talks. You spent your day in academy or shopping or spoiling his youngest or nagging his oldest. You do have tea times with him, but it was only when he worked.
It was a month since your marriage and neither he entered you bed chamber neither you tried to ask him. You don't have womanly hobbies as he had seen but you do wrote a lot . He never ask what the documents were, again he was never a good communicator. And recently he got two devices to make by and anonymous client through Camilla.
One was as it was told to him throught the letter sent by the person who commissioned it a sexual gratification toy for women named vibrator and the other was a voice message transmitter, that can be wore in ears. The detail for both devices provided were very professional and he was busy in the production on the sample .
This was the first time he thought of you as Camilla had asked him if you had ever talk to him about sleeping with him in same bed. He entered the room after knocking . You were outside in the garden he got to know after he entered the empty chamber and saw you through the window having tea with his youngest in the garden.
He opened the window to cool himself and get a better look at you, but the air blowed the paper that were on your table . Bent down to lift them up when the writting caught his eyes ... It was the same as the anonymous genius who sent commissions for the two mana products through Camilla.
But the paper were... Stories or entries?? He read one and his face went absolutely red.. throat dry. It were entries about him??? He read..
"God he looks like greek god made with care... How can girls swoon over young inexperienced men when you can definitely get a man as great as him...."
" His hair looks so soft and sexy... All i want us to pull at them as he fucked me roughly intonthe bed!!"
"I get wet every time he looks over at me even for a second."
"Oh my god! oh my god! He asked about the dress he sent me yesterday.... I wanna keep wearing the dress for the rest of my life!!!!"
"TT I can't even tell him how much I want him.... He is so cute when he can't converse!!"
"I've been so patience with him... I wanna ride him till he is dry.... "
He was hard as hell , you never showed that you liked him that much!! You never layed your eyes on him more that for a sec.. you always kept your eyes low as if he disgusted you. He was a setting the papers back on the table when he noticed the copy of the blueprint for the commissioned devices, by anonymous. He saw, smirked and left the room .
From that day on he started paying special attention on every thing you would do.. he started to notice the way her body would stiffen when he asks her something, then the way her ears would turn red when he comes closer to her.. or the time she stared at the meat he cut for her with adoration, with the goosebumps on her skin.
He tried to get more of her cute reactions out of her.. the way she shudders at his touch.. how soft she looked how she pouted at him.... Today he even took her out on a picnic date... She looked genuinely happy he was sitting near her snoozing form he lowered to look at her face closely, Arisan was playing with Rio.
You felt his warm breath and your eyes shot open . You pushed him away in a panic. Your soft hand didn't do much to hurt him. But the way you scurried to your feet and left. Arisan was staring and him with frown and disdain. He doesn't know what he did wrong to icked you out so much. He was still pondering on it when Rio came running to him.
"Mama said she would leave soon..... Where is she going papa?? Is she going because I'm adopted ??"
His mind had gotten numb suddenly, after listening to the small sob from Rio.... You are leaving?? Why??
It was a mistake you didn't know Rio was nearby. You were taking walk with Arsian when he asked you if his father is treating you better cause he was a bit sceptical after he saw you run from him at picnic.
"Ah it's ok... I'm guest here anyway... Five years and I'll be gone. No one would remember me anyway"
You have said it out too loud ... Rio who had came to have pastry with you heard you . He hugged your legs tightly. Where are you going?? Are you leaving daddy ?? Why are you leaving??
You were bombarded with all types of questions and the worst he was sobbing even listening your answers.. and then when you tried to lie that you were just joking he ran to his father. You didn't thought much of it... Well now that the contract was already signed.. there is nothing that can be done and it's not like the Duke is even interested in you.
Wrong...
He had never entered your room without knocking, without any prior notice, not at night, not looking like a wreck....
"I heard... That you are leaving??? "
You looked away at the the door to balcony as if that door was going to answer his questions.
"Arsian told me about the 5 year plan and the thing you haven't told me about while signing the contract... It was your plan all along?? To leave?? "
"It was already in the contract you just didn't read them carefully.."
"Is Rio no one to you?? Was your affection fake?? Am I nothing to you???"
"We will talk later... You need to rest.."
"No i don't.. you doing to tell me everything or .."
"Or what??? Our marriage was only a contract from the start... It's not like you married me because you liked me..I don't know why are you acting like it was genuine..."
And suddenly your hands flew to your mouth to cover them.. you were shocked yourself... You were irritated...that your little scheme was caught you said something you should not have said... He left the room slamming the door shut..
You were not able to sleep that night.
Two days.... He didn't looked at you, or talked to you... He would leave the room as soon as you would enter.. you felt like a criminal.... Rio would hide being him... Everytime you would ask Rio something. You didn't have the strength to face him at the breakfast so you skipped them.. and Rio didn't come to your room anymore .
Today you took step out of you room to have dinner with them.. Duke pulled the chair for you. You sat there eating silently he cut meat for you . His eyes trained on your every move. You looked confused when he slided a beautifully crafted wooden box to you, Arsian and Rio both perked up . You opened the box eye flickering with recognition, and then your whole face turned red.
You sputtered slamming the box shut.. as you grabbed the box and ran out of the dinning hall. He smirked wipinh his lips with the handkerchief and slowly stood up. And walked out of the hall after you. You slammed the door in hurry not noticing as he entered and locked the door from inside...
"Are you insane?? What were you thinking when you gave me a adult toy in front of a kid!!!"
You screamed.. it was the vibrator that you commissioned thorough Camilla.
"You made me insane honey... I even asked Rio to pick the prettiest colour... That would look good on his mommy... Or if I say correctly... In his mommy...."
He pinned you on the bed swiftly... Loosening the tied of the dress softly you squirmed trying to get away... When he kissed you... You were panting after he pulled away .. already half naked.. as he threw your panty that he took off away on the floor.
"You know I was reviewing our contract for past two days... And I found a loop hole... You can only divorce after five years if you didn't got pregnant...but if you do get pregnant.... The contract is void.... Don't you think five years is a long time to try to get you swollen my love????"
You whimpered as he entered you... Softly... Your eyes spilling tears as he kissed them away... He waited, learnt your spots with patience. He fucked you whole night.. it wasn't even rough. It was slow sensual... Yet he had you claw his back like a little kitten..
You were not even able to register your surroundings next day leaning into him as he spoon fed you... Your stamina is too low.. maybe cause it was your first time..... But he has been so much pent up with sexual frustration after marrying that he would rather die than not being able to touch you again after having a taste.
He was playing chess with you... After so many days he got chance to be alone in his own house with his pretty wife. You were wreathing in his lap, your wet warmth squeezing around his cock as he turned the vibrator stuck on your clit on full. Head thrown back on his shoulder you whimpered sweetly.
He his one hand was binding both of your wrists together so that you won't touch yourself and other was on one of your knee to keep them apart. Nuzzling your neck as he watched at your reflection in the mirror in front of you too... He growled as he said..
"Love it's your turn... I've been going so easy on you ... I even gave you chance to get divorce.... You can leave if you win against me in chess honey....... But it seems like you don't want to leave now ...hmm??"
He chuckled and kissed the side of your head... You are going nowhere... if it needs a child to stop you from going he going to give you as many as you want.
#SYNOPSIS. You’ve been isekai as the villains mother!
#WARNING(S). Implications of undesired affection
#CHARACTER(S). Duke Kassius Chade, Ain Chade
The teacup trembled against its saucer as Ian’s laughter—warm and bright only moments ago—froze mid-air. His small fingers, sticky with jam, curled protectively around mine beneath the garden table. Sunlight dappled through the wisteria, but the warmth vanished as Kassius’ shadow fell across the rosebushes. “ Father," Ian said, voice brittle as winter twigs. "What are you doing here? Don’t you have petitioners waiting?"
Kassius smiled, a slow unfurling of lips that didn’t touch his eyes. He settled into the wrought-iron chair opposite of us, the legs scraping like knives on stone. "Can’t a husband," he murmured, pouring himself tea without invitation, "cherish time with his family?" The word ‘cherish’ slithered through the air, heavy with unspoken edges. Ian’s knuckles whitened around his spoon; the boy’s gaze hardened into glacial flint.
They sparred in clipped syllables—Ian’s polite inquiries about estate ledgers met with Kassius’ languid observations on Ian’s ‘growing impudence ‘
You kept your eyes fixed on the wilting violets in the centerpiece, throat tight. Every word felt like a trapdoor beneath your feet. The Duke had come— uninvited to your cherished time with the only comfort you know in this stifling manor. When the butler’s discreet cough announced the tutor’s arrival, the reprieve ended— your cherished time with your dear stepson had come to an end.
Ian didn’t move. His small frame remained rigidly planted beside my chair, knuckles pale where they gripped the wrought iron. Kassius traced the rim of his teacup with one finger, a predator savoring hesitation; "Run along, boy," he murmured, velvet over steel. "Your mother and I require... privacy “ The pause lingered like a blade unsheathed.
You forced your lips into a curve that felt brittle as dried petals. "Go, darling," you whispered, brushing a crumb from Ian’s sleeve. Your fingers trembled against the fine wool, “ As your father’s heir, you should behave as such“ Ian’s gaze flickered between us—suspicion warring with reluctant obedience—before he bowed stiffly and retreated. His footsteps echoed too loudly on the gravel path, each one a hammer blow to your composure.
Silence pooled thickly between you and Kassius, broken only by the distant chirp of sparrows. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the iron table, and the predatory stillness in his posture made the teacup rattle against the saucer again.
“You soothe him so effortlessly now,” Kassius observed, his voice a low hum that vibrated in the hollow of my chest. His dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, traced the path Ian had taken. “Yet you flinch when I enter a room.” He lifted his own cup, sipping slowly, never breaking his gaze, “ Is your kindness only reserved for my son? “ The question hung, weighted with a dangerous curiosity. Sunlight caught the silver threads in his doublet, making him look less like a nobleman and more like a coiled serpent basking on cold stone.
You clutched the fragile porcelain tighter, focusing on the intricate pattern painted on the cup, “Children require gentleness, my lord,” You managed, the words thin and unconvincing even to your own ears, “ Ian is… young” A bead of sweat traced a path down your spine beneath the heavy silk of your gown. The scent of roses suddenly felt cloying, suffocating.
Kassius chuckle was a low rumble, devoid of true amusement. He set his cup down with deliberate softness, the sound unnervingly precise, “Young,” he echoed, tilting his head. His gaze, sharp and unnervingly perceptive, swept over your face, lingering on the tremor in your hands. “And I, Wife? Am I too old for such tenderness?” He leaned forward fractionally, invading the scant space between yourselves.
His voice dropped to a murmur barely above the rustle of leaves, “ Neglect is a poor mantle for a Duke to wear. Perhaps it’s time I shed it. Devotion... marital duties... they require a certain... proximity, wouldn't you agree?" His unblinking stare held yours, stripping away the pretense of the garden, the teacups, the wilting violets.
A sparrow landed on the gravel path where Ian had stood, pecking at invisible crumbs. You watched it, desperate for any anchor.
TW: I stole those two children. JK THEY'RE MY CUTIES!
Summary:
Obsessed with reading villainess reincarnation manhwa's, Y/N is reincarnated as the bride of the grand duke, set in 2 years before their marriage. Instead of being thrilled of experiencing this, Y/N is horrified. Not because of the duke having 2 children already but the fact that she and the grand duke would spend an intimate night together, and Y/N is not ready. At all. Not only that, the responsibility of being the grand duchess would befall on her. HER. A modern artist who by far has little knowledge of being a duchess. Unless you count the ones she'd read. Oh, and by the end of the story, the villainess would die at the hands of his children. But all people are destined to die anyways so that's the less of her problem.
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Previously....
Her head instantly twisted to him, looking at her father and the duke. Sweat rolling from her face. The nerves threatening to unravel themselves.
"MARRIAGE?!"
Continuation...
Huh, what is happening right now?
Oh my dear grand duke, weren't you supposed to opposed this marriage? Loathe my very existence? Find my every presence an annoyance?
Wait, I think that was another grand duke...
Shoot—
"Okay, don't panicked. Deep breaths Y/N! You can do this!" Here inner thoughts whispered to herself, even though it remained in vain when she saw 2 pairs of eyes staring at her.
Right, I left them hanging. Gosh, this is so embarrassing!
"I'm sorry, marriage? I think that's a bit too early—" She exclaimed before getting interrupted by THE grand duke himself.
"Was it not you who earnestly asked me to take your hand in marriage?" He pulled out a piece of paper that seemed like a letter.
WHAT IS UP WITH YOU? WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY PULLING RECEIPTS HERE? Even though the letter was not within her eyesight, just a symbol of proof, she could hear the letter spewing the obsessive, desperate lines to her face.
The moment he read the first word, Y/N snatched the letter from him, arms stretched out and pulled the letter to her chest, crippling it against her fist.
Her ears burned, as her words stumbled to make up an excuse. Her head hung low, heart pounding in her chest, not out embarrassment but the need to run away from him. Anywhere where the root of her problem wasn't near her. Didn't breath the same air as her.
If she had turned to look at him, for just a moment, she could've catch him smiling fondly her, as if reminiscing a memory that was drowned out of force to move on. His eyes never left her figure, finding every reaction of her to be amusing. He wished he could teased her more but something had stopped him.
Y/N's father, watched the whole interaction with tears in his eyes that never escaped his eyelids. His heart clenched with the remembrance of a painful but beautiful memory that reminded her daughter of the person he once was. A person with no name, just a man who was lovestruck.
Now, the role had been reversed. His sweet daughter, ears red, flustered from the teasing just like he once was with her mother. A touching memory that neither two could ever forget. No matter how far their distance has been.
Is there no one to back me up? Change the topic? A maid came in bringing news? Gosh, anything would do to escape this situation! Not a marriage proposal though!
Her prayers were answered.
Y/N thanked every single person in her bloodline and the divine existence known to man kind. THANK YOU GRANDMOTHER, I KNOW CLIPPING THOSE TOENAILS WERE WORTH IT!
The door creaked open as two heads peeked into the room.
All attention had thankfully pulled away from her to the two cuties by the door.
"Daddy!" The blonde haired child with eyes of amethyst fading to a pinkish glow ran up to the grand duke as he scooped the girl on her arms.
I think I might get diabetes from this. Should I call the doctor— physician? I feel like my heart is about to burst. Somebody help me, am I getting a heart attack? Of cuteness overload? Is there even a death cause by a cuteness overload? Y/N didn't know but if there wasn't, she was going to be the first one.
Distracted by the situation, Y/N didn't noticed the chestnut haired child so close to her knees holding her arms up to gesture Y/N to carry her. "Lady, can you carry me?" A soft pitched voice pierced her heart.
"Of course dear, anything for you"
Despite the grand duke's protest, Y/N lifted the girl on her arms. The little chestnut girl snuggled into her neck, giggling with arms hugging Y/N's neck.
Is it possible that a person could melt? Because right now, Y/N was.
The chestnut girl whispered in her ear, "I miss you Lady!"
Huh?
WE'VE MET BEFORE?!
Oh my dear child, I hope your father doesn't know about this, or else I'm absolutely FUC—
Another thought interrupted her.
Wait, these are the grand duke's children.
THE CHILDREN OF THE GRAND DUKE.
THE EXACT CHILDREN WHO WOULD KILL HER.
She thought for a moment. Should she twist her faith to avoid death? Marry the grand duke, raise these children, preventing every single sorrow that awaits in the future?
It was almost tempting.
ALMOST.
But, the guilt would haunt her at every wake. She couldn't use them. They were just....children. To use them as chest pieces for her own gain would destroy her.
Wow, how did her thoughts became so depressing. She brushed the negativity of her mind and smiled at the girl curled on her chest.
RIGHT. MY MAIN TASK IS TO NOT GET MARRIED!
"Ahem, sorry for the confusion, as I was saying, I'd like to think through this marriage more—" the look on the grand duke's face seemed unconvinced as she continued with words that popped in her head, "I have another person in my interest," she finished her words and glanced at the duke.
His eyes almost seemed frightening, not to instilled fear to Y/N but his eyes held a meaning that Y/N couldn't configure before it switched to a sudden cold empty ones. To Y/N that is. But to the people in the room, it seemed like the feared grand duke held a gaze of hurt and eyes so desperately yearning for the Lady infront of him.
Honestly, to the servants inside, the scene came straight out of the scene of a novel. One of the maids that came with the grand duke had screamed. Inside in her mind of course. This cannot be happening. The maid whispered to herself.
"Who's the person that's in your interest Your Highness?" The grand duke seemed to sober up. "Ah, it's someone....that likes to remain anonymous for the time being!" She quickly caught herself up with the lie.
The grand duke took a deep breath and claimed," Then, I shall fight for your heart Your Highness,"
His bold claim struck Y/N in the head.
The urge to cry herself in the corner was tempting.
She wanted to pull her hair out of her head and roleplay as her father to avoid this.
Excuse me, fight with who? The ghost of my words? The man who is nonexistent and only came to live on a lie? HAHAHAHA.
I'm going to the asylum now father, don't seek me out, don't let me out. Not while my lie still lives.
"Well, I wish you the best grand duke, I'll be going into my room now. I'm sorry for wasting you time here your grace." Y/N bowed to him, still holding the child in her arms that seemed hesitant to let her go.
"Don't bow to me," the grand duke stated. His gloved hand bought her hand to his lips. His grip was gentle as her hand met his lips. Finally processing the situation pulled her hands away, flustered upon the sudden intimacy.
THIS MAN IS MAKING ME WEAK.
Seeing the reaction, the duke grinned and tried to take the child from her arms.
"NO, I want to be with Lady! I don't want to go back!" The child shouted hanging on Y/N for dear life, almost choking her.
"Sweetheart, please let go of the lady, she's tired and wants to—"
"NO. I want to go the lady. I don't want to go home. I hate that witch!" The child exclaimed and hid in Y/N's hair.
"Perhaps, the little lady can rest here for a while Your Grace. I reassure you no harm go to her." Y/N boldly claimed, too enamoured by the cute chestnut.
The grand duke looked towards her father, silently exchanging looks of concern and reassurance.
The duke sighed. His arms reached out to the child in Y/N's arms, pinching her cheek. "Don't trouble Her Highness, Evangeline," the man sternly instructed. The girl in his arms waved goodbye to the two figure. A whispered bye was heard before the girl hid her face on her father's chest. Shy upon Y/N's gaze. The duke exchange goodbyes to Y/N's father before glancing back at Y/N.
The look he gave her made her head tilt.
Why do you always look at me like that?
DON'T TELL ME WE'VE MET BEFORE? OR PERHAPS THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TIME TRAVELLING SHI—
"Lady, let's go to your room!" The child in her arms, Evangeline, suggested.
"If you'll excuse as father," Y/N bowed to him and exited the room leaving the father to turn to his servants with tears in his eyes.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked them with tears swelling his eyes. The servants quickly reassured the master but the man remain unconvinced by their persuasion. With fire in his eyes began to plot.
~
Evangeline laid on her bed sleeping. Exhausted from playing with Y/N. Her snores were the only thing that kept the room from total silence.
Y/N sat on her chair with letter in her hands.
With a deep breath, she opened the letter, ready to hit with an embarrassment huge enough to prevent her from ever having a goodnight sleep.
The letter at hand made her eyes widened.
Wait, isn't this?
She hold the letter up to her eyes and concluded her suspicions.
THIS IS MY WORK.
The sketch of a man stared at her as the background of it was filled with words she once wrote for someone who she longed to see again.
A chill went down her spine. The temperature dropped in the room as her breaths came in harsh, her chest tightening. She had almost solved it but as if struck by a sudden force, all the thoughts disappeared.
Just confusion stayed.
AH, THE VILLAINESS PLAGIARIZED MY WORK!
or maybe I did, because we're basically from different generations.
Urgh, I thought being reincarnated would be less stressful.
A tiny emerged to her view as she climbed on to her lap with the help of Y/N. She laid her head on Y/N's shoulder as Y/N felt the shoulders getting wet.
Y/N pat the girl's back as the girl cried more breaking Y/N's heart. In truth, Y/N wanted to comfort her but the lack emotional support in her life had made her awkward in these situations. So she opted to just give her silence and an ear to listen.
"Mommy, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to kill you!" The girl sobbed as her words replayed in Y/N's head.
HUH? DID YOU TIME TRAVELLED TO THE PAST OR SOMETHING? ARE YOU AN ADULT IN A CHILD'S BODY? She wanted to questioned the girl but the sobbing prevent her from doing so.
It might be just a nightmare and the girl probably thought Y/N as her former mother. Too drowned in sadness to know the difference of the two.
Her hand went to Evangeline's head rub the her soft hair as her breaths began to steady themselves. The child has pass out in her arms from exhaustion, but the grip she had was strong so Y/N laid herself and the child on the bed. The child hugged her close, afraid that Y/N would disappear.
The words "I love you" came so casually out of her mouth. She swore she saw Evangeline smiled on hearing it. This situation was supposed to make her feel tense. But if anything it only felt warm in her chest.
A genuine smile appeared on her lips as she closed her eyes. Ignoring the growling of her stomach. A sign that she forgot to eat her breakfast.
Shut up. This is a heartwarming moment. Stop interrupting.
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Taglist (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) : @simpingpandas
Author's note: I was soo surprised people actually like this story :O ... Honestly, I had no intentions of continuing this at first but perhaps I'll give this a chance. Also, I still haven't got a name for the grand duke ;( I NEED SOME SUGGESTIONS PLEASE! I'm quite terrible at names. Thank you for your support!
Btw, the children's are from a manhwa called:
"Tricked Into Becoming The Heroine's Stepmother" on webtoon!
I recommend checking it out since it's complete.
But do take note that I'm not inspired by that story and only use the novel art since I saw it on Pinterest while searching (@_@) and thought like "OMG THIS IS SOO CUTE!" then took another glanced, "wait, they seemed familiar..."
I read the webtoon like years ago, IT WAS SO GOOD. In my opinion :)
I know that there's a yandere x reader tag in this story but I'm planning to make the yandere and slight dark themes more onto the side part of the story. Not entirely focusing on that but there will be in the story just perhaps indirectly. Or directly, depending on the situation.
Halo! I had an interesting idea for batboys smau, so like. Reader is friends w the batboys and is currently in an abusive relationship (physically and mentally abuse or wtv). One day reader texts the batboys in a hurry but the current abusive boyfriend yanks the phone out of readers hand and texts the batboys to fuck off. Pretty please! Only if you're comfortable thou!
Clipped Wings P1
Including: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne.
TW: abuse - I tried to showcase multiple forms of abuse, like psychological, physical etc 'cuz it's not so black and white.
Note: I hope I did justice to this ask 🙏 I tried to keep the scenarios a bit individual to each of the boys, so I'm sorry if it wasn't what you wanted. Also I might have a 2nd part to this but we shall see.
My heart goes out to everyone who has been in such a relationship or has gone through it.
I urge everyone reading this to become aware of the many signs of abuse/DV because as someone who has been in smt like this, its just 10x harder to go through without a support system.
Dimitrescu sisters: yandere vibes, many turns between them, poor reader marked every day with bites, scratches, minor concussion. Reader very happy to be the human sandwich and chewing toy.
Lady Dimitrescu: all above, but no sharing. No-no, momma Alcina DO NOT SHARE her meals and definitely is a slow burner, letting Reader cooking (metaphorically and literally) for intimacy, romance and somehow courting...? Not so much yandere, Lady D KNOWS Reader would never betray her. Reader totally into mommy kink and monster fucker, period.
Moreau: Wine and cheese and romantic movies. Also Reader is a look-alike Mother Miranda? A lot of psychology analyzing the whole story. Reader gives up and dies tragically.
Heisenberg: oooooh power, horse power, brutal power, sweaty, muscular, "I don't kiss, I fuck" feral Reader. The Alpha that Omega Heisenberg never thought he would need. Breeding kink, preg-male kink, wrestling, pet play and a lots of angst because ETHAN WINTERS, THAT FUCKING BETA WHO NEVER LEFT OUR OMEGA'S MIND! Reader has the stamina of a construct made inside Heisenberg factory. Oh wait, maybe Reader is a construct who Heisenberg gave life and...? Lots of "do-the-do" in very dangerous places, like Alcina's bed.
Donna Beneviento: touch starving Donna and Reader, virgin Donna and Reader, neurodivergent problems, tragic backstories, abandonment issues, Donna saved Reader from the outside world (that damn LGBTphobic villagers!), the slow burn is reaaaaaally slow, sex with clothes (No, not sex! It's lovemaking!), sweet and slow kisses hidden from everyone, Reader servant in the streets, dominant between the sheets, traumatized Angie (all the naughty intrusive thoughts, oh noes!), ace Donna and clueless Reader "let's bake a cake!" and happy ending. And yep, full yandere mode for Donna.
Mother Miranda: Stockholm syndrome Reader, scientific experiments, weird feelings, blood kink, major damage and injury, Miranda doesn't love you, she wants your body to vessel her dead daughter.
Duke: always welcoming and loves to spoil Reader with exotic gifts, very friendly and cheerful with villagers, but if they lift a finger against the Reader, the Hell breaks loose. Very outspoken Reader, "700 lei for this product?! Are you insane?!", "No, no dear o'mine, I sell for 650, ok?", "300, my Duke!", "Sweetheart, 620 is the best I can do!", "No negotiation then, you sleep outside tonight.", "Butbutbut, Reader o'mine!!". Reader is into shibari, Duke doesn't wanna sleep outside anymore. Very corny couple with merchant's jokes. Inside jokes as flirting.
The 2nd Male Lead Won't Leave Me Alone | Otome Isekai OC
🖊️ by @naveaian
💗 Karsein De Rass (OC) x Reader
🏷️ Choose-Your-Own-Adventure
Getting reincarnated as the villainess’s older sibling? Absolute dream. A front-row seat to your favorite trope in action! But—wait. Why is the second male lead suddenly showing up in your scenes?
It was the day of the entrance ceremony at Volonté Academy, the prestigious institution reserved for the elite and those deemed worthy.
As the second-year representative of the student council, this was a particularly important occasion—not only because it marked a new academic year, but also because Lilianne, your little sister, would finally be joining the academy.
Oh—and the crown prince would be attending too. Minor detail, of course.
It’s finally happening—the opening scene of your favorite reincarnated villainess novel.
The pieces are in place, the stage is set, and fate? Already sharpening its knife.
READ/PLAY HERE to make your choice and see what happens next! (˶˃⤙˂˶)
