HIII!!!! First off I would like to say that I am just so gratefull that you have fufilled my requests up to now and was wondering if you would be down for another <3
Second of all, I just love your writting!
And finally, if you would be willing to write this, could I pretty please wuth cherry on top request a yandere Cardan and yandereJude who bacically share a fem!reader and she is on hunger strike?(bacically refuses to eat unless freed)
Tsm 4 reading my ask+request and have a wonderfull day! Also, sorry for yapping sm!
Yandere Cardan X F!Reader X Yandere Jude - Hunger Strike
Heya! Glad you're enjoying so far, I've been loving the ideas. (Reliving my TFOTA era thanks to you!) Hope this one does them justice. I can't really tell wheather it's meant as a continuation of the last two or not so i'll do my best for it to fit in case it is! Tw. restricting food, starvation
[Reader] had been stuck living among the Fae for so long now that she had lost track of time. To her misfortune, the King and Queen themselves had taken great interest in her. Well, interest was putting it lightly. Cardan was absolutely infatuated with her, a fixation that only matched his obsession with his wife - who was far harder to gauge. [Reader] was quite surprised to see that his mortal wife held more power than even the King. Sadly, Jude’s being human didn’t make her any more compassionate toward [Reader]. At least, that’s what [Reader] believed.If she could see into Jude’s mind, she’d discover a possessive, quiet, burning desire to own, protect, and provide, just as strong as Cardan’s desire to own, possess, and (in his case) spoil. But [Reader] saw neither of them as anything but manic captors who had stolen away her life. And she desperately searched for a way to make their lives a living hell in return.
And she would quickly find it - in a very unpleasant way, yes, but a way nonetheless. Over time serving them, [Reader] had noticed Cardan tended to indulge: wine and alcohol especially. He almost took offense when he offered someone one of his “delicacies” and they refused. Esspecialy if it was her. So the next time he sat his prisoner - dressed in lavish, decorated clothing - next to himself, she simply refused to eat. Cardan, being Cardan, teased her. He brought pieces of fruit right up to her lips, taunting her. But she knew better. She had seen humans eat that fruit, and she was not touching it. “Come on, princess… I had it specially delivered.” He placed his thumb over her lower lip, aiming to open her mouth by force. “I’m sure you’ll love it-” The next thing he knew, her teeth were buried in his flesh. He screamed, pulling back as she spat out his dark blood and turned to stare at the wall, away from him. He was only glad this was happening in their chambers. If [Reader] had done this in the main hall, Jude would kill them both.
[Reader] found herself back in her room, a cooling bowl of soup sitting untouched on the table. Leaning out the window, she caught bits of the conversation drifting from the next room over. It sounded like Cardan - crying to his wife about the bite. She couldn’t help but smirk.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Jude was doing her best to calm her husband down. "Calm down, Cardan. So she hasn’t eaten for a day. I’ve gone without food for much longer." "Don’t act like that’s healthy! And her biting me definitely isn’t normal!" "Okay, okay, so she had a moody day. You can’t expect much better in her situation." "So I’m just supposed to not be worried?!" Cardan plopped himself down on the bed, his tail swishing like a dramatic black cat. "I would be just as worried if it were you," he muttered. A touch of compassion softened Jude’s gaze. She knew he was exaggerating, but she also knew the fear was real. He was afraid for their lover. She sat beside him, fingers gently threading through his silky black hair. "I’m sure she’ll snap out of it in no time, love. Now let’s rest." The queen began unbuttoning the top of her dress, knowing full well how quickly her husband would catch on. In the end, the two spent the night distracting themselves though a good portion of Cardan’s worry had already begun to gnaw away at them both.
Walking down the corridor the next morning, the king and queen came across a maid carrying a tray of cold food, her dress wrinkled and hair slightly askew as she muttered curses under her breath. “Damn these mortals-” “Is there an issue with [Reader]?” Jude’s voice echoed through the hall, calm but firm. The maid looked up abruptly and bowed low. “I’m sorry, Your Highness… [Reader] has refused any food since yesterday.” Almost unconsciously, Jude reached for Cardan’s hand, and he gladly took it, both of them already feeling that familiar spike of dread. “And why is that?” Jude asked. “She... said something about rather starving than living under your roof a second longer…” The fear twisted tighter in their stomachs. Cardan stepped forward to take the tray. “Surely a little convincing will do the trick-” “Don’t bother,” Jude interrupted coldly. “She wants to starve? So be it. For now.” “What!?” Cardan and the maid spoke in unison, both stunned and a little panicked. “You can’t be serious, Jude-!” “I very much am. Let her throw her tantrum. She’ll get tired eventually.” What Jude didn’t hear, however, was the faint growl from behind the nearby door. Nor did she see the way [Reader] clenched her fists, trembling with anger. A tantrum? She’ll show her a tantrum.
And that’s exactly what she did. The next week passed in a cycle: trash the room, refuse to eat, sleep. She had it down to a routine - flawless, even - despite Cardan’s constant pleading and Jude’s growing frustration. By the end of the week, [Reader] didn’t feel her best, weak and aching, but still fiercely stubborn. Cardan sitting beside her once again did. not. help. “Please, my darling,” he begged, voice breaking slightly. “Even just a piece of bread. Please-” “Since when do you beg?” Jude’s voice came from the doorway, her arms crossed. She tried not to show how deeply unsettled she was - by her husband's sudden softness and by [Reader]’s unyielding defiance. “Do you have a better idea!?” Cardan snapped at her. “I do, actually. Send me home!” [Reader] shot back, glaring at them both. “I’m not eating anything your kind brings me!” “Oh, come on, dear-” Cardan started again, reaching for her. But Jude was already dragging him away by the wrist. “If she doesn’t want to eat, then she won’t!” Jude snapped. “You bet I won’t!” [Reader] shouted right back, fire in her voice despite how hollow her body felt.
Another week passed, and the already thin [Reader] no longer even left the bed. She could see the panic in their eyes - Cardan’s, and even Jude’s. But she couldn’t seem to enjoy it anymore. The hunger pains had taken over, bitting away at every thought until her mind was fogged and useless. She couldn’t focus. Couldn’t remember what she was fighting for. It had been important once. She was sure of that. But now? That importance felt distant, muted, like a story she’d once overheard and half-forgotten. Her skin clung too tightly to her bones now. She could see them - sharper than before, more present than the people watching her waste away. Still, something about this felt… familiar. The hollow, weightless ache. The quiet coldness pooling in her chest. The darkness crawling in from the edges of her vision. A memory from her human past, maybe. Then, it hadn’t been this strong - but the tiredness, the chill, the sense of slow erasure… they were the same. Like vultures circling fresh kill, resignation began to settle over her, wings brushing close.
[Reader] woke one evening to the sound of sobbingquiet, stifled, desperate. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with exhaustion, only to find her two captors above her. Cardan was half-slumped across the mattress, tear-streaked cheeks flushed, his shaking hand clinging to the blanket like a lifeline. Behind him, Jude knelt with a hand on his shoulder, not to comfort him, it seemed, but to steady herself. “Please…” Cardan’s voice broke. “Please end this here, darling.” “We can’t return you now…” Jude whispered. “Even if we could live without you…” Cardan's whimpering shifted into open weeping, shoulders trembling, while Jude’s composure cracked, silent tears slipping down her face. They were terrified. For her. Had they always been this way? Were these the monsters she was trying to starve herself away from? Jude dipped a spoon into a small bowl of rice porridge and gently brought it to [Reader]’s lips. “Please, love…” Love? Was that word real? Did they actually say it, or was her hunger spinning lies now? That word clung strangely in her mind - like warmth on frostbitten skin. Was she hearing it right? Maybe the hunger was scrambling her perception. Maybe it was a trick. But the way they looked at her - soft, pleading, desperate - it didn’t feel like malice. The weight of their bodies curled beside her. Their warmth surrounded her. If they truly meant harm… why would they cry like this? “Please, love. Eat.” [Reader] stared for a heartbeat longer, then hesitantly parted her lips and swallowed the offered bite. Both captors inhaled sharply - then gasped, then cried out in shaky, half-choked joy. “Oh - oh thank you, princess!” Cardan pressed closer, wrapping his arms around her frail frame. “Don’t worry, dear,” Jude whispered, voice tight with emotion, “We’ll make sure you can’t remember.” “It’s the best outcome for all of us, love…”
