Summary: The next in line to be throne, Prince Jimin, must decide who it is that will follow him into kingship and be his queen. None of the girls his mother bestows him with interest him at all. He much rather see all their head cuts off--imagining such things as each princess or lords daughter steps into the throne room. It isnβt until you step in, shaking and clutching your skirt as you pray for him not to pick you, that the thoughts of death stop and new thoughts surface.Β
Pairing:Β Prince!Jimin x Princess!Reader
Genre: yandere, royalty!au, historical!au, angst
Rating: V
Warnings: bratty!jm, spoiled!jm, executions, blood, fascination with death, forced marriage, unhealthy obsession, forced kissing, jm touches reader inappropriately once,Β ripping of clothing, implied forced sex, implied dirty thoughts.
A/N: Just a reminder that this is all fiction! None of this has actually happened, and I donβt believe it will happen or is going on. I also do not condone this behavior. οΏΌIf you donβt like, then just donβt read. Donβt judge others for liking the fic /type of fic or judge those that write similar fics. Your hate does nothing, but give an author the excuse to use the block button. This fic concept has been in my head for awhile, and I was bouncing between putting it with jk, v, or Jm, and in the end I did it for Jm. I have a yandere jk fic coming out soon, so it just made sense for me to write it with Jm after process of elimination and because I donβt see v being all that bratty tbh lol! I hope you enjoy the fic! π
βMother! Sheβs ugly! Why would you even bring her to me if you can see her face looks like that? Do you want ugly grandchildren!β
Nobody moves, or makes a sound as Prince Jimin complains about a lords daughter whoβs right in front of him. Every single girl meeting him today was told to smile, and not speak up unless they had a death wish.
βBut darling, sheβs a high lords daughter. You must at least give her a chance,β The Queen says to his right. Not even blinking an eye when her beyond spoiled son just insulted someone her kingdom finds important for trade. There all too scared to pull our of trades, anyway, so it doesnβt really matter.
Jimin looks over at the girl in front of him. She has brown hair that looks like itβs been barely washed (in his opinion), and her nose is way to big (again, in his opinion.)
βNext!β Prince Jimin yells with a wave of his hand. The girl walks away, not sighing out in relief until sheβs a safe distance away from the princeβs and queens ear shot.
This is how itβs been for the past several days. Women of all titles and ages have been coming in from all points in the country to offer their hand to the crowned prince. Heβs next in line to be king, and now that the current king has fallen ill itβs been assumed that the prince will be crowned soon. The king needs a queen, though. And the whole affair has been dreadful to the staff, and now even his mother
Not a single person has peaked Jiminβs fancy. Heβs either sent them off the second they walked in the door, or called for their execution! Stating that the girl should be hung for treason, even though sheβs done nothing wrong but show up.
In Jiminβs mind, though, some of the girls deserved it for βforgetting their manners.β Thereβs been three executions since starting this affair a week ago where thereβs usually only one once every two weeks. All of them always been called upon from the prince, and because the king and queen spoil their son rotten they donβt care if a villager or low lords daughter dies. As long as they can see that smile on their sons face, their happy.
But with this affair, even the queens getting antsy. She knew from the very beginning that a title, no matter how big, would not just satisfy her son. He sees things, you see. Ever since he was little, heβs had a fascination with death. Starting with when they had to cover up his attempt at murder to a staffs son at age ten. Doctors donβt have the resources or knowledge to diagnosis his disorder yet, so all it takes is one girl he doesnβt see dying to be the one to marry the crowned prince.
Let just say, thatβs harder said then done. Girl after girl was announced and each one left faster then the last. Jimin was starting to get antsy too, and when the prince gets antsy he finds his own way for entertainment.
A girl, about fourteen years old and an obvious no from Jimin, walks in. Sheβs blonde, and Jiminβs smile twitches upward as he imagines blood seeping down it. After the girl gives her introductions, apparently being the youngest princess for a country in bum fuck nowhere, Jimin comments, βI think you should change your hair color to red.β
The queen and head maid glance at each other, knowing where this is most likely going to lead, but as always they let their prince have his treacheries fun.
For the princess, who has no idea what heβs talking about, blinks up at him confused. βI-Iβm sorry? Red?β
βYes! Red! Have you ever thought about it?β
βI must say I havenβt, your majesty.β
Jimin smiles and itβs the cruelest thing the young princess has ever seen. βI could do it for you.β
βMy son-β
βAll I need is a blade and Iβll cut that skull right open. Then your hair would be nice and red,β Jimin then giggles and the young princess looks horrified.
The queen just sighs and then dismisses the girl. Once the room is cleared, she turns to her one and only son with a small smile. βMy son, you do understand this is important, donβt you?β
Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand while he rests his elbow on the throne. βYes, yes, mother. I know. Itβs not my fault they all look prettier dead then alive.β
The queen swallows, ignoring her sons comment. βThat maybe true for you, but the kingdom needs an alive queen. Why donβt you at least give this next girl a chance?β
Jimin sighs heavily, and slouches against the throne. Truthfully, he just found this whole charade to be pointless. Heβs not going to fall for any of them at βfirst sightβ or οΏΌany of that whimsical bullshit. But his mother looks haggard. Not that he cares about his mothers health, not at all, but she is the queen of his kingdom and the fact heβs the one giving her this haggard look is not a good thing.
βFine! Iβll-β¦ try, mother.β He speaks in a hiss, and frowns as he faces the door. The queen then smiles, feeling like she made some progress, and gestures for the guard to bring in the next girl.
Jimin barely paid attention as the announcer said the girls name and title. He found the wall to his left far more interesting. Some princess from another bum fuck nowhere country that probably only helps his country with bread or some shit they really donβt need walks in. Itβs all useless. Heβs never going to find-
βM-my name is Princess y/n, and itβs a pleasure to meet you, your grace.β At the sound of her small voice, Jimin turns to look at the girl thatβs just entered the room.
Sheβs clutching at her dresses skirt, making it look anything but presentable and her eyes are landing anywhere but on his own. Thatβs not what runs the princes speechless, though. Itβs that he doesnβt see anything. He doesnβt see your death playing out in front of him, or blood seeping out from your every hole. Heβs just sees you.
Your eyes are tearing up already, but it makes Jimin want to coax out those tears and lick them. He wants to stain your pink lips red by biting them, and find out what your heart looks like. Thisβ¦ these thingsβ¦ heβs never felt before.
Maybe wanting to pull out someoneβs insides, yes, but never because youβre so beautiful to his eyes that he wants to paint you a controlled red. To keep you alive forget and keep you close to him. It runs him speechless, and he canβt take his eyes off of you. Not even when the head maid corrects you in your speech and posture. βItβs your majesty, princess. And stand up straight! Who taught you how to present yourself in front of royalty?β
βLucy, shut up,β The prince commands. Both the maid, Lucy, and the queen look at him baffled, but his eyes are still on you. You look up at the prince, surprised when he defends you. Even though heβs deflected the maids command you still stand up straighter, and let go of your skirt. Instead opting to just have two shaking hands clenched at your sides. βWhere are you from again, princess?β
Jiminβs voice was so soft, but it still sounded darker then anyones youβve ever heard before. You answer his question, swallowing thickly when you stutter again. Youβve heard about this prince and what heβs been doing to other girls like you seeking out his hand. Youβre only here because itβs your duty as the eldest daughter of your small kingdom to try and marry a high titled man. That doesnβt stop you from praying to the gods for Prince Jimin not to pick you.
But sadly, the gods are not on your side today.
βPerfect! A princess and she lives in a country thatβs actually on the maps. Youβll be perfect!β
Your eyes widen, and you stutter out, βE-excuse me?β
Jimin stands from his throne, walking up to you still sporting his demon-like smile. βYour going to be my new queen.β
If it wasnβt for the shock, you would have fainted right there.
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Itβs a custom for the betrothed of the crowned prince to live within the castle a month before the wedding. Everything happened so fast after Jimin decided you would be the one he wanted to spend his entire life with.
He demanded the wedding be as soon as possible, and the best the king and queen of both countries could do is make it three months from the day he picked you. This really scorned the prince. He went out on a rampage and even started declaring the staffs executions and torture.
This is something that started peeking even the publics attention, and their staff went from a castle of two hundred to one hundred within a week. They had no choice but to push the wedding closer, if not to stop the princeβs unjustified tyranny,οΏΌ and so, itβs only been a week since you last saw him. You had one week so say goodbye to your siblings, and had to watch your mother try her best not to cry about her eldest baby being married off to the prince that has been know to be treacherous.
A life where you feel is going to be filled with nothing but fear.
The first day youβre at the kingdom, Jimin didnβt let you out of his sight. He followed you everywhere, and made you stay as close to his being without getting scolded by the chaperones. The chaperones were the worst because Jimin wasnβt allowed to οΏΌοΏΌthreaten their deaths or tell them to fuck off. They had to be there to ensure purity within the relationship, and all of Jiminβs thoughts were anything but pure.
They just werenβt those thoughts exactly. He imagined biting your lip until it turned red, and scratching at that pale untouched skin of yours until it was marked by him forever. He wanted to taint your very being, and figure out why he never wished for your death.
You stuttered a lot, which was annoying, but anytime you clutched at your dress out of fear when Jimin got to close to you stirred on the other feelings. The other feelings you were grateful the chaperones were there for.
He wanted to fuck you bloody, and fuck your mind up with it to become the perfect wife for him. Whispering the curliest of his imaginations into your ears, and they got worse each day.
A week before your wedding, the prince couldnβt take it anymore. It was past midnight and the chaperones were not around. You were alone in our own separate room, and the prince had the devilish idea to come visit you while you were sleeping.
He woke you up by biting onto your neck, and you screamed bloody murder but it sounded like nothing, but a muffled scream against his hand that was covering your mouth. It got to the point you were crying, and Jimin licked up each of your tears.
βI canβt wait to be able to lay with you, my queen,β He whispered into your ear that night. βYouβre just so pretty and I canβt help myself.β
Jimin looks down at your body that is in nothing but a thin nightgown. You clutch at the skirt of it, and itβs on that day you find out that action does nothing but stir him on. He didnβt go all the way with you that night, but the sadistic prince had his way with you nonetheless.
Tickling at your thighs, and no push of your hands could stop him from playing with your sex. Itβs wasnβt until you begged, βP-please my loveβ¦ N-n-not yet. We must be good.β
Your not sure how you came up with the idea, but the second you called him βmy loveβ for the first time he was all ears to your begging. With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, he left you. Not before driving the first kiss of many to your parted lips.
You were too scared to fall asleep that night. Out of fear that he would come back and deny your begging. It wasnβt until a week later, that the begging wouldnβt even matter anymore.
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After that fiasco, the one that left a significantly big bite mark on your neck, the prince was not allowed to see you until the wedding day. He hated being away from you. Almost scratching out someoneβs eyes when they said they were with the soon to be queen before. Jimin kept his distance like a good boy, though. Because after today, no one would tell him he canβt be near you ever again.
The wedding went by smoothly, and no deathsβthank godβhappened even while you were being greeted and congratulated by guests. Jimin hated others looking or talking to you. Youβre his now, so no one should be allowed to see your beauty except him. He let it go once again, though. Because for once he didnβt want to scare you for what was about to come that night.
Once the wedding came to an end, Jimin practically dragged you to your new shared room. Ordering the staff to bring all your stuff in there the night before. You werenβt ever going to have separate rooms again, and Jimin was going to make sure you knew why.
βOh my queen, my love, youβre finally here,β Jimin says while giving you a bone crushing embrace. You try to breathe through your nerves, even after he rips the back of your dress in two. Making you gasps from him exposing your smooth back to him in such a way.
He continues to hold you close and stares at the new exposed skin in the mirror behind you. Lightly gliding his fingers up and down your spine.
βYouβre so beautiful,β Jimin says. It should be a compliment you take as is, but youβve been around the prince enough by now to know what heβs going to say next. βI canβt wait to see what you look like when you bleed.β
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The next day, you didnβt leave the bedroom. Not only were you not able to physically move without help, but because Jimin had the whole day off from any meetings and wanted to keep you within arms length. Which he did. Crushing your naked form into his chest and kissing the top of your head.
βYou felt so good last night, darling. Did you like it? Did you feel as good as me last night?β
You swallow even though your throats dry from dehydration, and burry your face into the princeβs chest. Not wanting him to see the way your eyes build up with tears.
Last night was a painful affair to say the least, but worst of all from all his markings he left on you he left the worst he could give at the end. The marking he left on your very soul when he taught your body how to like it were far worse then any on your skin.
You shouldnβt have liked it. You should have hated every touch he gave you, but you didnβt. Heβs tainted you and now your weeping into his chest as you painfully give him a truthful answer, βYesβ¦ I liked all of it.β
Jimin pets your hair, smiling down at you.
He knows your not weeping onto his chest right now because you hate him. Youβre crying because you loved it. If how your bodies reaction from last night said anything at all, heβs slowly tainting the very fibers of your being.
Tainting his new queen until youβre so ruined you start to love him. And he has forever to do so now.
βMy queenβ¦ weβre going to have so much fun together. I love sososo much.β
You pick your head up from his chest, staring into his smiley eyes as you look him with red eyes. You swallow around the lump in your throat, and feel suddenly a whole lot lighter from his confession.
βDo you really?β
Jimin smirks, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe away a stray tear thatβs leaked out of your eyes. βI do. Iβll love you forever, my queen.β
How could a person like him not love a person like you. You pushed the blood filled thoughts away, and instead gave him new thoughts to crave. Ones where he stretched out your pain mixed with pleasure, and wanting to spoil you with it instead of killing you with it.
So yes, the prince loves you. And the prince will love your foreverβ¦
As long as he doesnβt imagine killing you firstβ¦
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