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.
Inspired off of @halluvic Batfam Blurb about a nonchalantly neglected reader idea. Which I think is so much fun for such an angst-filled fandom! High-key my go to thought everytime a neglected fic is missing the revenge.
It’s so poetically perfect that the vigilante family that tends to forget you exist is oblivious to just how many adventures you have. Adventures that are more than the stiff and occasional reports from Alfred about your acrobatics to reach a cookie drawer. No, your adventures are borderline Constantine levels of wackiness and severity.
Think interdimensional bad-actors and fighting your own alternate versions! Before you’re even scraping double digits, you’ve saved the multiverse more than once. Your notoriety for nothing other than the first name you identify yourself with, being sung in tales of great legends. All for you to be tucked happily in bed by nightfall.
Bruce and the others are none the wiser. Thinking that when they occasionally see you and pat your little head, that you’re oblivious to their alternate identities and are living the normal life they’ve ordained to be proper for you. That’s exactly what they do when they have Alfred fetch you before they go on another business seminar ie, a Justice League level threat well beyond the Earth’s solar system. They barely give a thought to Damian, who’s just a few years your senior, is going but you—like the perfect little cutout they seem to think you are—don’t complain a single bit while they drive away. How perfect of you!
It isn’t until they’re well beyond the realm of anticipated villains, something far darker than just Darkseid attempting to destroy Earth again, but something that brings a threat to all of reality. The creature that’s summoned renders the Justice League to nothing but twigs as it bulldozes through Darkseid and his forces and the strongest among their ranks. With a single snap of it’s claws, it very well might destroy the Earth, and for once, even Batman is at a loss.
“WITH THIS I END YOUR–Oh wait, hold on! Hold the phone! Drop it and break it into a million pieces. Is this THE BATMAN?”
The gargantuan threat shrinks down and cartoonishly holds up Batman and the Robins, all the destruction coming to a stop as they coo at the entire Batfamily. Superman, Wonder-woman, and all in attendance can’t help but weakly watch as their greatest foe simply diverts into some reality-warping fangirl.
“OMG, so you guys must be the family to THE GREAT (Y/N)!? What an honor!”
They proceed to conjure various (Y/n) merchandise that they ask the family to sign, all for Batman to use their autographs as a bargaining chip to not tear this dimension and their planet to shreds.
“Oh yeah! Well of course, I won’t do that with (Y/n) here! Mad respect for that homie of mine! Anyway, tell them I said hi and I’m still healing from our time back in Earth #3495830485. Haha, good times.”
Balance is restored instantly, and the whole time home everyone is nursing their life-threatening wounds as they ponder. Specifically on WHO THE HECK IN GOTHAM CITY IS (Y/N)?! Because clearly, the people who claim to be your family genuinely don’t know you at all. And as much as usual scowl behind his cowl fools the JL about how much Bruce knows about his own kid, he’s forced to reconcile that he knows next to nothing. Alfred’s reports, as much as they’ve dwindled over the past year, just aren’t accurate enough to miss this huge part of your character.
“Welcome back, Master Bruce. I trust your trip went swell?”
“Where’s (Y/n)?”
“In their room, but they’re currently napping. Why the sudden interest?”
“....”
“(Y/n) somehow saved us from an Eldritch goddess of reality, just by mere mention of their name. We have a lot to talk about.”
“...I see, Master Damien. I’ll be bringing up some cookies for this conversation.”
Before they even speak to you, they’re already scanning you and holding you every which way to see some visible sign that you might be this intergalactic force that completely slipped past their radar.
“Talk! What have you been hiding!?”
“I…haven’t really been hiding anything.”
“Look (Y/n), this is a safe space we’re listening now.”
“...I’m literally not hiding anything.”
“Yeah, Kid, and I’m Lady Liberty. Spill.”
“Uh, pretty sure you died before, how bout you spill.”
“(Y/n), will you please tell me about yourself for real this time.”
“..hmm okay.”
It’s Bruce who really comes to terms with how much he’s missed, even before you tell him about that particular experience with that Eldritch entity. He sees the way you can’t look into his eyes for more than 5 seconds. Or how all your stuffed animals are near your bed like you cuddle up to them at night. Or the small, untouched spider web hanging near your bedpost.
It almost feels like when he lost Jason.
He failed. He has failed you. Having no choice but to come to terms when he hears you explain the intricacies of the multiverse and how you’ve gotten the majority of them to leave your world alone. His heart-stone-cold and walled up, melting when you talk about how the other universe’s batfamilies immediately embraced you. Doppelgangers who, by rules of the multiverse, should want to kill you, loving you in a way you’ve never been loved. Interdimensional entities coming to visit, teaching you the different parts of growing up that you had no one to talk to you about.
“I will be better for you, (Y/n). I promise.”
“Uh okay…Can you shut the door when you leave?”
“....yes.”
“Thanks.”
The reward that other Yandere Batfamilies receive with a reconciliation is the emotional prize. You’re in tears, your angry-blow-up, and the cold verbal smackdown that you deliver tells them that you’re broken and you desperately need them. Or you’re clearly so hurt that they have no choice but to forcefully soothe you’re aching feelings. But without the emotional getback, it leaves them reaching out constantly to soothe their own mounting guilt.
“Uhm (Y/n) do you maybe want to go for ice-cream with your big brother? I’ve got some extra time and I–’
“No thanks, I’m hanging out with DP today.”
“But it’s been so long–”
“Nope. Bye.”
—----
“Hey, Oracle and I are leading patrol. Today's an easy day so just this once we don’t mind bringing you with us—”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Uhhh, why not? Didn’t we say we were going to get to know each other?”
“You did. I didn’t, it’s cool I know enough.”
“Even about our cool hero lives?”
“Especially about your mid hero lives.”
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“Birth sibling! You will join me in this movie marathon! In order for success within the school I must be up to date on the Terminator movies.”
“I’ll save you the time. The past is always in danger all the time, and if you are Sarah Conner, change your name.”
“I think you forgot that Ra’s Al Ghul doesn’t allow failure. And this will double as time to get to know one another so you’ll be coming with me!”
“I think you forgot who has access to portals to leave whenever they want. So no.”
Needless to say, the family has their work cut out for them. Especially since you’re so much more than just a little kid. Your little kid with the world at their fingertips. Not to mention the other league members who feel like they should be aware of the powerful force their adversaries keep raving about.
A/N: Thank you all so much for 100 followers! You all truly motivate me to continue writing. Also, I wrote this half-awake, so excuse any grammatical errors.
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CW: yandere, accidental kidnapping, reader and prince lack social cues, obsessive, holding reader hostage, possessive, unhealthy jealousy, unreciprocated feelings, and overall unhinged behaviors.
Vashkar is a desert kingdom, known for its influx of riches and trade, as well as its many scholars and libraries. Lethia is a cold, brutal kingdom with fatal winters, known for its rich wine, plays, and military tactics. Lethia and Vashkar have been hostile to one another for centuries; the conflict even predates your great-grandparents. Historians argue about the initial cause, but many point to the Lethian king's killing of the Vashki king’s first wife. Whereas to the Lethians, Vashki bandits were interfering with Lethia’s major food supplies during one of its harsh winters. Both sides started wars and told tales about how malicious their enemy was. As such, the two northern and southern borders were cut off, lest you want to be killed by the other nation.
Prince Bilal of Vashkar just wanted his father’s approval. His father keeps trying to marry him off to all these other suitors—some from faraway lands, pretty nobles, or foreign diplomats. Though he was never really interested in marrying these women. And it’s not like he would struggle with courting; he was incredibly attractive, lean yet muscular, and adorned with fine jewels and silks. Like many people of Vashkar, he had bronze skin with sharp brown eyes and thick eyelashes. As a prince who was raised in a country that is at constant war, he mainly focused on training, becoming inept in basic social situations.
He sets out to capture the foreign princess to prove to his father he is more than just a man that can continue their lineage. He makes the mistake of grabbing you, a random maid for the princess of Lethia. After you both have returned to his homeland, he realizes you’re actually a random maid, and he feels utterly humiliated. This kind of mistake was one he could never live down! Especially if his father and brothers found out.
Bilal had four younger brothers. In order of oldest to youngest was: Bilal, Laith, Azhar and Azlaan (the twins), and Raza. As the second eldest, Laith was very calm and collected, often sparring with Bilal. Azhar was quiet and kept to himself mostly, often seen reading. His twin, Azlaan, throws extravagant parties and fools around with countless women. Lastly, Raza was rather nosy as the youngest, mainly following his brothers around the palace.
Due to how bothersome his brothers were, you were a secret. He can’t release you because you could spill his kingdom’s secrets or tell your princess what happened and escalate the war further. As a result, you were kept in his chambers with strict orders to the servants not to enter unless he had permitted them. And if you do leave the room, he must escort you.
When a royal advisor questions who you are while you are both in a hallway, he answers on a whim, “This is my seamstress from Estrana.”
“Oh, that must have been a rough journey…”
“Yeah.” You mutter with a deadpan expression.
The prince is mortified by the whole situation unfolding, but is rolling with it. The issue with this lie is that you cannot sew, which was never going to be in your skill set anyway as a royal nanny.
He really liked that you were very honest with him and treated him like a regular man. The prince was so used to upper-class women doing anything to get in his good graces for the crown. It was very refreshing to interact with a maid who didn’t understand courtly mannerisms.
After the first week of staying in the palace, Bilal becomes obsessed with you at an alarming rate and starts making increasingly convoluted reasons for why you can’t return to your homeland.
He orders the servants to bring you fresh fruit, fine jewelry, and silks. Everyone in the palace is confused since you have not made a single piece of clothing (as a supposed seamstress), let alone done anything to warrant these kinds of gifts.
Meanwhile, you think he just wants information on your homeland, so you keep your guard up and overthink everything that Bilal says to you. To the prince, though, he enjoys the thrill of this ‘chase.’
During a friendly spar between Bilal and Laith, you walk by the training grounds, and Bilal becomes increasingly violent and flashy. His brother is alarmed at the sudden change in the pace of the fight. Unfortunately for his blade partners, this turns into a regular occurrence if you spectate one of his spars.
It should be noted that your body is not accustomed to the heat. Constantly, Bilal is fanning you and does everything he can think of to keep you cool. He even has a designated pail of water set aside for you, and, given the dry climate, water was a rather scarce resource.
A couple of weeks later, his father had planned a banquet to introduce Bilal to some potential suitors. This prompts Bilal to secretly try to get your measurements to commission a tailored tunic for you, even though he told everyone that you were a seamstress. When questioned, he promptly says that when he said seamstress, he meant a baker.
Throughout the whole event, Bilal longs to have a dance with you, but he’s forced to do a dance with multiple other women. He’s miserable the entire time and purposefully bumping into things, not listening, and otherwise acting rudely.
In the corner, there is a long table full of delicious food that you are actively stuffing in your mouth while the rest of the crowd is mingling. One of the few guests near the table asks how you feel about the food, and you respond in your thick Lethian accent, “Wow, I have never eaten cold food on purpose before. All the food back home is already frozen solid and has to be cooked for a long time to even be eaten.”
During the feast, Raza caught on to his brother’s romantic interest in you. Mainly because Bilal never showed an interest in marriage, and now is suddenly so infatuated with you that he’s showering you with rare jewels. After the banquet, Raza walks up to you and asks smugly, “When is the wedding?” But you think that he is trying to get information out of you in some secret code and just reply, “You will never get that information out of me.”
Shortly after, Raza gathers his brothers together (without Bilal) and blurts, “Bilal is getting married!” Laith is now convinced that the spar he and Bilal had was his way of trying to impress you. Azhar just nods and walks away, while Azlaan begins to plan a whole celebration.
Bilal becomes more dramatic the longer he holds you in his kingdom (against your will), even sobbing over the fact that you don’t really like the gold jewelry he has gifted you. He believes he should have known that his love would only wear silver. How could he be so ignorant?! As his infatuation grows, he buys more and more extravagant gifts in larger quantities in an attempt to gain your favor.
Because he was raised in the royal palace, he is atrocious at flirting and jumbles too many mushy words together. Such as the time he called you ‘pudding bunny’ in his native tongue, thinking it was cute because of the references to your homeland.
As time goes on, he poison-tests your food for you, truly believing that someone may actually target you. Bilal even shoves aside the palace taste-tester whenever you're going to eat.
He’s also obsessively observant to a concerning degree. He’ll say things like: “Your hair smells different today." “When you are nervous, you play with your hands.” “You tend to sweat right here. Can I feel the area?”
He’s memorized every freckle on you, so when even a speck of dirt is on you, he swipes it off for you, declaring that “you are filthy; let me clean that off for you, love.”
Do not let this poor man get jealous. If you even show another person too much affection, he mopes around for the entire day. But if it's someone showing you too much affection, he will not hesitate to use force to step in between you. And you better hope no one gets too handsy with you…they might lose a finger, or two.
At the engagement party, planned by an over-enthusiastic Azlaan, you figure out that Bilal was actually trying to court you, and are absolutely appalled that he is trying to have relations with the enemy whom he kidnapped by accident. Bilal is more enamored that you did not have any feelings for him, and he doubles his efforts to win your heart. You are never leaving this man’s arms now…
What kind of Yanderes would the others be?? (Ticket Taker, Doctor, Jester)
YOUR OPINION.
WELL ALL OF THESE ASKS ARE MY OPINION CAUSE IDK NOTHING ALKJDSLJFKDLJ
Ummmmmm--LET'S SEE:
Harlequin: demisexual yandere---he's only a yandere for you if he gets to know/likes you first. But if he does? Expect him to follow you EVERYWHERE.
Jester: less gory/bloody boyfriend-to-death levels of yandere. He will chain you up. You are not going to do ANYTHING without his say so. This experience will change you forever.
TicketTaker: "You are my pet and must obey me at all times BUT don't look at me directly in the eyes"--- type of yandere. It would take A LOT for him to see you as an equal; humans are pets and food to him, nothing more.
Doctor: If he were to be a yandere? I actually don't think he'd be the typical 'medical' yandere who regularly cuts you open (but honestly idk). Though he would be the type to keep you near him for study. He likes to look at you behind a glass cage, wondering what you'll do next--looking forward to all the things he can learn from you, his most precious subject. Another idea however, is that you're his nurse---ever loyal assistant. Idk though, i think he's the hardest for me to envision as a yandere XD sorry.
Pierrot: The rare yandere who actually means it when he says he doesn't want to hurt you. If you refuse him, he will blame Harlequin before blaming you---YOU are actually not at fault here. Pierrot is not above drugging you of course, like a typical yandere would, but he would not chop off your limbs or anything either. He loves you, but he also doesn't know what healthy love IS---there is hope in talking to this yandere, teaching him what love is. Unlike many yanderes out there who 'say' they love you, but then hurt you HORRIBLY for daring to not conform to their own twisted vision of who you 'really' are---Pierrot actually will respect your autonomy/listen to you some.
You're on a ship in space, a Private in Earth's space military branch. Unfortunately. There are some off-worlder V.I.P.s on board, and you do your best to stay away as not to cause any trouble.
There's one of them that has other ideas though, and she's only got eyes for one unlucky soul on board: You.
[content warning for depicted violence, very light but it's there]
"Hello, venaashin!!"
She loved calling you that. It would be more annoying if she wasn't one hundred percent sincere about it.
"I have a wonderful day planned for the two of us!" She floated around you, her long hair caressing you like living tendrils. You still weren't used to that. "First, we're going to the baths for a nice, relaxing soak. Then my sisters have invited us for tea, though I'm not sure you can stomach tea from my planet. I'll send for something more mild."
While she rattled off more things she had planned, you sunk into your chair, trying to see the bright side in all of this. Your neck still hurt, but you did your best to focus.
At least she was pretty. Terrifying, in some ways, but pretty nonetheless. And she was crazy about you. If you were going to be with anyone not from Earth, you suppose you could've done worse. If you had a choice in the matter.
Too bad turning her down would probably mean starting an interplanetary war and getting ripped to pieces by her family…
You'd always had the worst of luck.
Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, you found yourself enlisted in the Planetary Defense Division. They were established after first contact nearly two hundred years ago, but the name was a little bit of a mislead. Sure, recruits were expected to defend when there was an "inevitable" invasion (which had yet to happen) but they were mostly expected to do whatever is needed of them in order to make interplanetary travel more comfortable for higher ups and the wealthy.
So, basically a ship's crew for rich folks. The space navy, but with no wars to fight in.
The latest voyage that you got pulled into was one of peace. You'd heard few details, but apparently there was a new race of aliens (though no one used that word anymore, you were supposed to say "off-worlders") who were interested in trade and diplomacy and all that important stuff with Earth. The diplomats and military higher-ups you were shipping over were hoping to wine, dine and schmooze their way into a lucrative deal with them, so everyone was to be on their best behavior.
They even gave you and the other soldiers a little holo-bite full of "Yevesarian Do's-and'Dont's" so as not to do anything too stupid around the guests. You'd skimmed it, but you weren't expected to even make any contact with them personally. You'd been assigned to the kitchens, everyone seemed to prefer when you were cooking than anyone else from the fifth regiment. It was hard work, but it beat scrubbing the many, many, MANY floors of that godforsaken ship.
You'd been down in the ship's greenhouse to pick apples for a nice dessert, figuring that the higher-ups shouldn't be the only ones eating well that night, when you crossed paths with an unfamiliar face.
She was tall, a bit taller than you, wearing a dark flightsuit covered with a long, plain cloak. Like she was trying too hard to hide who she was. You could see some… strange features on her.
Her eyes were just a bit too big, and her hair a shade of mauve with a large streak of white down the middle, meeting in a widow's peak. She had small, round eyebrows and a sharpness to her teeth. She looked like she couldn't be older than her twenties.
Though you suspected that most off-worlders aged differently than Earthlings. Seemed to be a constant factor with them.
You tried to breeze right past her, not trying to get in trouble with the higher-ups by talking to the wrong V.I.P. But, just your luck, she stopped you. Because of course she did.
Just your luck.
"Excuse me, you there!"
You stopped walking, hoping there was another "you there" in the hall. But no.
"What do you have there?" Her eyes were bright and curious, and you could see her full smile now, and her teeth were indeed very sharp-looking. Definitely one of the V.I.P.s. "They smell wonderful!"
You picked up one of the apples, giving it a sniff. You supposed they did smell nice, if faintly. You supposed they might be considered rare or unusual from someone not from Earth. You told her they were just apples. Honey crisps, to be specific.
"Oh! I thought apples were only red! I've only seen them in illustrations, I suppose…" she said with what seemed to be an honest surprise and curiosity in her voice. "What do you have so many for?"
You looked at her. You weren't sure if she was genuinely asking or if she was… avoiding something else. Considering she wasn't currently in an meetings and you hadn't gotten any alerts about a missing delegate, she might've just been trying to kill some time on this stupid ship. You could empathize.
You told her you were going to do some baking. That toothy grin of hers got bigger. She asks you if she can help.
You REALLY didn't think it was a good idea. But if this woman was here, (at least you were pretty sure she was a woman, but with off-worlders you could never be completely sure), she was probably at least somewhat important.
You started to tell her that she shouldn't, but the look she gave you was just downright pitiful. With a sigh, you invited her to come along. It might be worse to tell someone important like her "no" anyway. To your surprise, she floated behind you, apparently no longer worried about standing out.
It was surprisingly fun, baking with someone. No one else really liked to help out… or even really thanked you, but you usually just brushed it off. It was your job after all. So the bright, cheerful vibe the woman brought with her to the kitchen made it feel more… warm. Lively. Fun?
She wasn't too bad at it, and she seemed so excited to taste what the two of you have made. While a few pans of apple crumbles, crisps and one cobbler (you might've gotten carried away) baked in the ovens, the two of you talked a little while doing cleanup and dishes. She'd even abandoned her cloak, revealing a pair of long, pointed ears.
Her name sounded like "Loro Nah Keeva", but she said you should call her Evie. She was the youngest of five sisters, and she was training in some kind of… well, it was hard to follow what she was telling you. Some kind of dance-fighting-ceremonial thing her people practiced, but she made it sound very important.
She seemed especially interested in hearing about Earth and what it was like there, but the questions always came back to you. Things like your life your upbringing, your family, the whole mess that'd led to you becoming a glorified space deckhand. You kept trying to drift away from talking about yourself, giving her outs to change the subject, but it never lasted long before there were more personal questions.
"I heard that some Earthlings wear accessories to symbolize their attachments." Her eyes practically shining. "Are you bonded yourself?"
Bonded like married? Engaged? Before you could ask to clarify her question, she was suddenly very close, her nose almost touching yours.
"You don't smell like you've mated recently." She sniffed at your cheek, then at your neck. You felt a jolt of something run down your back, a wild mix of discomfort, fear (those teeth could do some real damage if she wanted to…) and tension at this pretty alien lady getting that close to you.
She was momentarily distracted by the oven's timer going off, and you sighed with relief when she pulled away. With what you hoped was not too obvious misdirection, you announced that it was time to pull the cobbler out.
As you turned to grab a pair of oven mitts, you heard the whine of the old oven door yanked open. To your horror, she reached in with both hands, apparently none the wiser about the danger.
You yelled for her to be careful, but it was drowned out by her surprised cry of pain. You grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back, knocking the cobbler from her hands and onto the floor. Her fingers were already turning an angry red, in a panic you rushed her to the sink, holding her hands in yours as you turned on the cold water.
Evie watched you with this odd expression as you kept on panicking, apologizing over and over for not warning her. Another moment passed and you brought her hands up to see the damage, still holding them in yours. To your surprise, the burns and blisters on her palms and fingertips were already fading. Like… disappearing, healing in front of your eyes.
"My…" she started, blinking in… shock? "My people… we heal quickly. I will be… I am alright. Please, do not be frightened."
You felt such an intense sensation of relief wash over you, not only was it preferable that an off-world er V.I.P hadn't gotten injured on your watch, but also just because you would've felt horrible if she'd gotten hurt because you weren't being careful enough. You assured her that you weren't (that) scared, but you were sorry for reacting so strongly. Her eyes were still burning into you with an unreadable expression, and you realized you were still holding her hands in yours.
You stammered, trying to let go quickly, but she flipped it around on you and grabbed onto your hands instead. At this point your brain was just fried, wondering what the heck you had gotten yourself into.
"I… I don't know if this is right." she said softly, her cheeks turning a pale shade of purple. "We've only just met… But I would be lying if I said I didn't want this…"
Before you could ask her what the hell she was talking about, a device on her temple started beeping. A holographic screen popped up in front of her eyes, with lots of foreign writing you couldn't begin to understand. She suddenly looked very annoyed, pulling back. You hadn't realized she'd gotten so close again.
"I have to go…" she sighed, looking like she very much didn't want to. Before you could blink she was off the ground and zipped through the air right out of the kitchen. And you just stood there with a stupid look on your face, wondering what the hell had just happened.
The smell of a starting-to-get-too-crispy apple crisp pulled you out of your daze and you pulled it out, hoping the smoke alarms wouldn't start going off. You didn't need things getting any worse than they already were.
Evie hadn't even wanted to come on this mission in the first place. Low-tech ships like this one never had anything fun to do on board and it wasn't even headed anywhere interesting. But there was one thing of interest to her involved.
Humans.
They were an unknown to her people. She got a hold of some of the included materials in their diplomatic introduction; photos, illustrations, basic anatomy charts, and she'd been fascinated. They were so small and cute! But she'd also heard that they could be cruel and aggressive to outsiders.
That would serve them well, if they were to be her people's allies.
She'd snuck away from her escort to explore the ship a bit, surely there had to be something fun to do? But then she'd seen you, alone in the hall, and she'd been curious. She could see you were uncomfortable, but she persisted and you gave in.
With how you'd been acting, she'd been surprised with how… forward you'd been with her. You were so… thoughtful and caring, worried for her.
She kicked her feet in the air, giggling to herself. She'd never had someone take care of her like that. Pain was weakness. Pain was used to weed out the undeserving. It was something she was never supposed to show and something no one had ever offered even the barest of sympathies for.
But you. You hadn't known she would heal, you just tried to help. She could still feel your hands caressing hers, the warmth of your skin on her own…
Her cheeks were flushed, her ears twitching, she felt lighter! It was all so intoxicating! Every time you drifted back into her thoughts, all those emotions came rushing back. She never wanted to go back to what she'd felt before.
It had only been a little while since she'd left, but she wanted to see you again.
She'd made her decision.
It had to be you.
You weren't sure how your life got to this point.
All your superiors furious with you.
Your fellow soldiers avoiding you like the plague.
A woman strangling you with her prehensile hair.
"You filthy, insignificant SYGRAGGTH!!" she screamed an unknown curse in your face, her attendants trying to calm her. "How DARE you!?!"
You were too lightheaded to ask what you had supposedly done. Your bosses had just said over and over that you'd massively violated protocol, and you would be written up, but to avoid the delegation altogether until they left the ship for your own good. That hadn't stopped this one; this seven foot tall, fire in her eyes, very much wanting you dead lady, from hunting you down on the ship and cornering you. And then when you'd tried to say you had no idea what was going on, that had set her off.
One second you were on the verge of passing out, your feet well off the ground, and the next you were able to finally catch your breath. You felt a warm body against your back, a hand grabbing at the other woman's hair, making it release you.
Evie held you to her, her whites of her eyes had gone dark, her teeth looking especially frightening. She was staring down the woman, her own hair floating around her, looking poised to attack her right back.
"You will NOT harm them!!" she hissed, holding you tight. Soon the two of you were flanked by soldiers, Earth ones, who seemed very hesitant to do anything about this.
The other woman scoffed through her sharp teeth, her hair settling, but looking no less angry. She seemed to take no notice of the armed humans cautiously stepping around her.
"Aeshowan, you cannot seriously expect me to believe that this…" she eyed you with such… disgust, you almost had a mind to feel insulted. "THING is good enough to-?"
"They are mine!" She shouted back, taking your hand in hers. The sight of it made the woman's eyes go dark like Evie's had.
"You will NOT-"
"It is already done!" Evie cut the woman off with a scowl. She looked down into your eyes, her expression softening, her cheeks flushed with that dusky purple color you'd seen once before. "They are mine… and nothing will take them from my side, not even you, Your Majesty."
She said the last words with a flighty sarcasm to them, but it made you freeze. You had heard that the biggest, most important of the V.I.P.s was the actual, literal Yevesarian Queen.
What had you done to make this all go so wrong? To piss off a queen?
"Princess, please!" another off-worlder woman tried to reason, looking downright frantic. "You can't mean to take this human as your consort!"
…Princess?
Consort??
"When their hands touched mine, I knew." Evie brought your hand to her cheek, still held in hers so tenderly. "I knew I'd met my venaashin, my most beloved one. I do not want another."
It was all… too much. No wonder your bosses were so pissed off. Hundred bucks, you bet no one in particular, that the holo-bite mentioned something about "DO NOT touch their hands." But did you read the whole thing through? NOoooOOOOO, because of course you didn't.
The Queen sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, her eyes clamped shut in frustration.
"Loro Nah Keeva…" the mother muttered under her breath. "There's no changing things then… I will negotiate their release, but I will have nothing to do with them. They are your… burden to bear."
Evie practically squealed, holding you close. A pair of shiny boots came into view, the BIG boss of the Planetary Defense Division was glaring down at you.
"Your Highness…" He practically growled, looking like he absolutely wanted to lose his shit. "I'll need to borrow the Private for a moment."
Evie stared him down, but sensing what was to come, you figured you needed to accept your fate. You told her it was okay, and that you would be back soon.
You hoped.
After a thorough dressing down and being insulted in every way imaginable for your stupidity, the Major General laid everything out.
Yevesarians didn't really like to take no for an answer. And this whole "diplomatic" mission was actually the Planetary Defense Division on their hands and knees begging this race of warmongers to see them as an ally rather than target practice. And you'd accidentally thrown a HUGE wrench in their plans.
All because you were too lazy to read an entire news-bite.
Turns out that bare hand to hand contact was their form of a marriage proposal. Ultimately it was up to Evie to accept or reject it, but for some reason she'd taken a liking to you, flying straight to her mother to declare that she'd found her shinleaves, her "beloved one". The Queen, understandably pissed that a human had the arrogance to touch her child like that came straight from the meeting, keeping Evie under guard to come put an end to everything.
You asked what would happen if you gently turned her down. She barely knew you, she couldn't want you the way she thought she did.
Turns out he'd asked the same thing of their Queen. She'd seemed… confused. Like she'd never heard of such a thing. Her attendant clarified with a few words that didn't translate, and the royal had sneered at him, basically telling him that if you weren't her daughter's partner, then the pact had been broken and her family would be within their rights to kill you.
Not to mention Evie herself would be inconsolable and would probably rip out your heart (and then hers) from grief. It was part of the reason the Queen was keen on killing you herself before Evie fell even harder for you.
That wasn't… the best news. But it was apparently a huge opportunity for the PDD and Earth. Yevesarians picked their own spouses, and by you having been picked by a member of their royal family, it was an chance for Earth to have an "in". The only way it could be better is if you were anyone who mattered, he said with a laugh.
So that was that. Earth wasn't about to fight a race of warmonger space amazons to get back one nobody, and Evie had "chosen" you, something that was very much final.
She was just down the hall when you left the Major's office. She flew right to you and scooped you up like you weighed nothing at all, nuzzling your cheek.
"Beloved one!" she laughed, her teeth lightly nipping your ear. The sensation made you flinch, but you hid your face a bit to hide… other reactions. Stupid, pretty off-worlder… "Are you free now? Did your rulers allow the match?"
You peeked out from behind your fingers, seeing a stormy look on her face.
"What did they say?" her voice went cold, her hair starting to float about. "If they dare to keep you from me, I-"
You waved your hands in front of her face, desperately trying to get her attention. They'd allowed it, you stammered, realizing it was basically true. Earth had pretty much washed their hands of you, only caring that you get in the Royal's good graces.
Her wide smile returned, spinning in the air, holding you to her.
"Come, there is one last thing we need to do." She started to fly off with you, but you squirmed a bit, asking if the two of you could just walk?
She paused, setting you down, looking worried. Somehow, the sight of it made you feel bad. You sighed, holding out your hand without thinking.
"Oh!" Lilac cheeks and shining eyes, she out her hand in yours, leaning close and giggling to herself all the way to her quarters. Humans you passed had mixed reactions; pity, smirks, lots of eye rolls from all ranks. Yevesarians had just one reaction; fury. Evie didn't seem worried, but you made a mental note to stick close to her for a while.
Her room on the ship had two guards at the door, that (very reluctantly) let you in with her. It was much nicer than the barracks you shared with like twenty other Privates, but in the current circumstances, you couldn't focus on her amenities.
"No one can bother us here, venaashin." She floated around you, reminding you of a coiling snake. Her hair was touching you too, one tendril of it going around the back of your neck, sliding around your shoulder.
You didn't want to risk anything bad happening, but you had to say something.
You asked her if… if she was sure about all of this. You weren't anyone important, and… you'd only just met.
"I've heard that humans have this courtship ritual… "Love at first sight"?" she smiled, but it was different than her giddy, bubbly smile. "It's okay, I know you don't feel the same as I do…"
You stammered, saying that it wasn't like that, but she shook her head.
"But it's okay…"
Her fingers brushed your chin, her fingers under your chin, tilting it up to look at her.
"You're mine now!" She was close, her hair flat against the small of your back, pushing you closer. "You'll learn to be okay with it, so I'll help you!"
Her hair pulled at the collar of your shirt, her head tucked into the crook of your neck.
"If we don't want any of my people trying to kill you again, I have to mark you, beloved one…" you could feel her breath on your skin. It was too much. "It will only hurt for a moment."
She bit you. Hard. It felt like your skin was on fire, and your body felt limp, but Evie held onto you. When she finally pulled away, her mouth was smeared with your blood.
"There…" She smiled, her teeth on full display. Her hair wrapped around your wrists, her fingers lacing with yours. "♡ Now you're perfect. ♡"
alien princess yandere that will bite out your throat if you reject her, but will do it a little softer if you ask nice ;3
she doesn't know what kissing is but biting is her main love language♡
and yes, they're all ladies, as far as we understand ladies to be.
this is a lady yandere based on another old oc of mine, the basic premise was a genderbend wlw story where the mc was a woman who was filling in for her twin brother who went AWOL before enlisting in the Space Marines™️ and she took his place to keep him out of trouble, but accidentally flirted with an alien princess and she became obsessed with her, and this was waayy before i got really into yanderes lol
old old OLD (like 6 years old) art of the lady yan, who was unnamed until this story, so you can see what i mean when i describe her
made her a lot more menacing in this story, like there'll be no "Oh, oops, guess you're not in love with me, my bad." it's not an option here, you're hers, whether you like it or not
when making up fictional military stuff, accuracy isn't a priority. it's just the space marines that've never seen actual battle, so nothing matters
and all the words here are just me making up stuff, im not out here making up a fictional language or alphabet, aint got the time
it's time i admitted it, i do better work with lady yanderes that are basically monsters/supernatural and overpower their loves, there's no use denying it, i just have more fun writing them because i am weak. I'M WEAK!!
i've made the esoteric decision to have all my sci-fi themed stories set in the same universe, so do with that what you will
i hoped y'all like this one, i've been a little burnt out lately, work stress is eatin at me, but i also have a bigger project in the works over on the discord, a choose your own adventure with your choice of 3 different yanderes (maybe more?? 👀)
pardon any spelling errors or sentences that just end because i meant to go back to them, i usually catch that stuff 1-2 days after publishing
Hi, is it all right if I ask a question? What yandere would actually prefer a disabled Darling that needed a bit more attention due to health issues and depression.
- COrn
(I'm mainly asking because of myself)
➤ Dae-Hyun would be well-suited as he spent his formative years caring for his ill mother. This experience shaped him into a nurturing individual, making him naturally inclined towards catering to the needs of someone less mobile. With ease, he could prepare daily nutritious meals, provide heat pads and cushions during flare-ups, or carry you gently when walking becomes unbearable. His utmost priority would be ensuring your comfort, preventing further strain and ensuring thorough care.
➤ Dr. Laurence, given his professional title and practice, he boasts comprehensive knowledge and hands-on experience treating an array of medical conditions, from minor ailments to critical illnesses. Consequently, his familiarity with disability and chronic health issues makes him exceptionally adept at addressing the specific needs of a disabled s/o. The prospect of becoming their primary healthcare provider would undoubtedly thrill him. To ensure their optimal health, he'd meticulously monitor their vital signs, perform routine tests, and acquire necessary assistive devices such as a wheelchair.
