Yandere!Kim rook soo Cale x chubby reader x yandere henituse county
Warning: mention of sexual activity, death.
Authors note : another 3 am thought.
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Can't stop thinking about being Kim rook soo's chubby girlfriend in the past life... The love of his life, his kitten , his wifey , the piece of heaven in his life. He being so obsessed with us that he can't even keep his hands to himself when we are around.
There is no other way to sit beside sitting on his lap while he is touching , groping ,and squeezing us. He is unsatible when it come to your body, he need to be inside you as much as he needs to breath.... Heck!!!! He can even forget about breathing just to be inside your honey filled and warm squishyness!!!
No way he is gonna cum anywhere else but inside you.... He loves the way your puffy and sore hole tries to push the excessive cum outside . And yes tries..... Because he fucks it back inside before it could. The way your belly jiggles with every thrust the way your body twist and turns .
He wants to marry you... Have a family with you... But he just wants to become more stable in his life before that .... And when he thought he is stable enough.....the news of your death in an accident reaches him..... He is devastated..... Why it's always him??? Why can't god see him happy??? Why is the world so cruel???
He used to sleep with your clothes after that...until ..... Until he got transmigrated. And then he saw the same fluffy goodness being finance of Cale.... He at first was very respectful, he thought of breaking the engagement he don't want to be with anyone other than his y/n . Even if she will never come back..
But something in the original Cales memory forces him to keep up with you. There was no fiance in the original plot right??? Then where did you came from??? And soon he started to notice how Cales fiancee's activities matched his girlfriend. She eats the sweets and pastries in the same way she did.
Her eyes twinkle with happiness whenever he offered her his portion. And then the nail to his suspicion when one night he heard you crying in your room. He got there and you two talked. you then told him that how you had a boyfriend named Kim rook soo and how he was so loving to you....
And gosh he was rock hard..... His fluffy wifey , his fiancee .....was his girlfriend????? Before you could have tried to push him away he ripped your dress to shreads and took you... You were crying the whole time and it made him soooo jealous of himself; and hard at the same time. After fucking you the whole night your mind a mushy mess when he unloaded his last load for the day and then he told you the truth.
But your mind being a mess you didn't get anything beside, he is Kim rook soo... Your Kim rook soo... He is chuckling when you mewl and make incoherent sounds nuzzling to him. He knows you are showing your love as you always did this in past too, when you were too sore to move. Too much used ; only to nuzzle him while pecking his face.
The next day the whole family was looking at you two , why??? He forced you to wear a off shoulder dress and you were a blushing mess because all the marks and hickeys are showing. And the count and countess confused to hell.... Their son who wanted to break off the engagement became so loving to you??
Just what kind of witchcraft did you use. That He became so reliable??? The only thing they knew was his change was due to you so you are not going anywhere. (As if Cale was letting you go...) And on the other hand krs Cale is making plans.....
Taking you out on a date.
Fucking you in the garden .
Fucking you in the bathtub.
Fucking you in the church.
Fucking you in his office.
Fucking you in the balcony of any ball that will be held.
Marrying you, and getting you pregnant Or maybe make you pregnant first and then marry you???
In other words you are by no means going to escape this trashy son of the count. Not when the whole county is making plans for not letting you escape.
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Canon divergent from CS myth! Using various parts mostly for inspo!
[Part 1] [2]
The light of daybreak bleeding in from pulled back curtains is what caused nonmc to stir awake. She didn't realize how quickly Sylus drinking her blood would cause her to slumber, perhaps it was also the days of travel causing a heavy lack of sleep.
Either way, she didn't expect to find herself cushioned by pillows or thick blankets. She would have thought that she would still be on the floor of that cold library room.
Her eyes flutters opened, weary but rested enough. She groans softly, shifting her head towards the noise, only to see Beatrice coming up to her with a relieved sigh.
"Oh, dearest princess! You're awake!"
"How... long?" Nonmc mutters, tone heavy with sleep.
"All night, my dear. Prince Sylus was the one who..."
She widens her eyes a fraction, realizing that he must have shown himself to Beatrice.
"Where is he?"
"Back in his wing of the castle. He... well, he caused quite the scare. He appeared in the main room of the castle, stepping out of the darkness. There was a bit of blood on the corner of his mouth and... your neck was..."
Nonmc raises a hand to her neck, feeling two puckered indents on her smooth skin. It surprisingly didn't sting or felt raw.
"O-Oh, the wounds was closed by the time he carried you there, my dear. I merely saw the dried blood dripping from it. The Saintess clearly lives within you."
"...You said he carried me?"
"Yes, he did. He carried you all the way here while I ran around to find supplies to wipe you down for a quick bath."
Nonmc hums in understanding, feeling the material of the long sleeved chemise she was now wearing. It seemed Sylus was attentive to her, asking for Beatrice's help to make sure she was comfortable while unconscious.
"I hope he didn't frighten you..." She notes with a small frown, which Beatrice quickly shakes her head in response.
"Oh, no, no, my dear, he... I knew something had happened to him, with how he sequestered himself to the north wing. I was merely surprised to see him after so long. He seems well, all things considered."
Nonmc huffs a short laugh through her nose, slowly rising up into a sitting position on the bed. Beatrice was about to reach for nonmc in case she felt faint, but seeing that she moved as if nothing has happened did make her settle.
"I should go see him."
"Now? But, my dear, you haven't eaten."
"Please. I will eat after, I promise. I wish to see him before I can truly feel calm after everything that's transpired."
Beatrice sighs before nodding, already heading over to the large closet in the room.
"Very well. Let's see about putting you in a gown befitting a princess, hm?"
Nonmc chuckles softly, reminiscing about how often Beatrice used to have backup dresses for her or outfits for Sylus when they had played too long in the gardens. Her own maid at Velmure was quite thankful for Beatrice's resourcefulness, both of them having made notes of how to keep the two young children in check.
It seemed like it never changed.
Once Beatrice prepared her in a gown for the day, they made their way over to the north wing of the castle. The halls were pleasantly brighter, curtains drawn, candles lit...
"Did you do this, Beatrice?"
"Oh, not for a long while. I used to but the curtains would always be tugged closed or the candelabras snuffed out by the following hour. I figured he didn't prefer the light."
It must've meant Sylus was aware and... presenting the place as more welcoming..?
Perhaps it was a good sign.
The double doors leading to the library were open to them, making the whole room feel more lavish and warm. If not for the dust and cobwebs covering it in a few places, it would look to be inviting.
Just as they stepped further in, farther than she did the night before when first meeting Sylus again, a purposeful breeze passes them by from the left. Nonmc catches the flicks of red and black mist, his power ever present.
"That's the hall to his bedchambers." Beatrice comments as they both looked that way, raising her eyebrows in a mixture of confusion and awe.
Nonmc hums in contemplation, glancing over to Beatrice.
"I would like a private word with him, if you don't mind."
"Oh, yes, by all means! I shall await your return." Beatrice's gaze wanders around the library with a halfhearted huff, "After all, this room needs some attention to. I will occupy myself and speak with the others about breakfast for you."
Nonmc smiles over at her, nodding before heading off on her own.
Compared to last night, the morning sunlight casting over glass panes made her feel at ease. How long has it been since he's allowed the light to be seen like this?
She finds herself in front of the intricate doors of his presumed bedchambers, a sliver of it open as if to invite her in.
Even so, she knocks politely on the hard wood, her lips parting to speak softly.
"...Sylus?"
She waits a few seconds until she finally hears that low timbre, the sound making her heart flutter. She doesn't know when she will get used to that change.
"Come in." Sylus states aloud.
Her lips purse, her hand tentatively pushing it open. The room is revealed to be full of antique yet elegant furniture of dark wood and deep reds.
She finds him waiting for her on a chaise, his eyes on the stone gray fireplace while his hand twirled a silver dagger idly between his fingers. By him, was a small table where her magical staff was placed upon it.
As soon as her heels thumped softly against carpet and marble, his carmine eyes locked onto hers. She froze in place, unsure on how to proceed. He notices that reaction immediately, making him smirk and rise up to his feet, all the while tossing the dagger carelessly onto the cushions.
"So she lives and breathes." He teases, his hand leaning over the small table.
Her gaze immediately switched to his hand, where his splayed fingers almost touched the the rod of her staff. It was clear he was bringing her attention to it, as if...
As if to say he is giving her an option.
No diplomacy. But to fight him, should she wish to.
Seeing that only made her start walking forward, her feet carrying her over with a set purpose. He seemed to take it that she's chosen, hand leaving the table in favor of resting by his side, surrendering himself to her.
"I understand you must be confused, upset even." He starts with a pained smile, "I accept if you feel any ill will towards me--"
Rather than reach for the magical staff on the table, she walks past it without even giving it a second glance. Instead her eyes stayed on him, a myriad of emotions going through them.
Her arms open up as soon as she got close, wrapping around his back and clutching onto his coat. His surprise was palpable, his feet almost stumbling from how roughly she lunged into him.
His arms hovered around her, trembling slightly as if he didn't know if he was allowed to have this warm welcome.
"Oh, how I've missed you." She muffled into his chest, the clear relief in her voice catching him off guard.
His bewilderment softened at the sound of her voice, reminding him of the little girl who used to cling to him just the same all those years ago. He huffs a laugh, feeling the ache in his heart lessen as he enveloped his arms around her in turn.
His jaw rested over the top of her head, eyes closing so he could immerse in this moment.
"Not the reaction I was expecting. Though I shouldn't have expected any less from the little dove who followed me around." He explains in a clear teasing jab before shifting his head to rest his lips over her hair, "I've missed you too."
They spend a long while hugging one another, only parting the slightest when she pulls back to look at him. His expression morphs into subtle worry once he sees the thin film of tears in her eyes, a slight wobble to her lips.
"Why are you crying?"
"It's just... you've grown so much."
Sylus chuckles, reaching a hand up to wipe a stray tear with his thumb. Despite so much time passing, she still had the tiniest bit of baby fat on her cheeks. The thought made his eyes crinkle in amusement.
"Don't talk as if you're older than me, little dove." His hand stays on her cheek, not wanting to part just yet, "Have you eaten?"
"No, not yet. I had to see you first."
He harrumphs through his nose, frowning slightly at her lack of care for herself.
"Of course you did. Come on, let's go meet with the others. They're likely preparing breakfast."
Nonmc sniffles, nodding along and wiping the rest of the tears from her face. Rather than stray too far from her, his hand slides down to hers, intertwining them easily as if no time has passed.
She herself was not fazed by it, her hand squeezing his while he led them out of the north wing.
He takes her over to the main dining room where Beatrice, Frederick, and the few maids still left were conversing about what would be made for breakfast.
Their conversations were cut short as soon as they arrive, all of them gasping in astonishment at seeing Sylus in person and that he was holding onto nonmc's hand. Were this a less dire time, such a thing would cause a scandal.
"P-Prince Sylus!" They all state in various murmurs and exclamations, the maids especially lowering their heads for a subtle bow.
"It's all right." He reassures them, waving a hand to dismiss their concerns, "I'm here so princess nonmc could have some breakfast."
"Yes, right away!"
They all scrambled out of the dining room into other halls, quickly setting up the silverware for them both. Frederick originally puts their plates across from one another on the long dining table, but Sylus merely shakes his head.
"We will be seated together." He states, tugging her along to sit on two chairs placed next to one another.
"A-Ah, yes! Of course, Prince Sylus."
Nonmc huffs a quiet laugh at his request, their hands still held together until their food finally came.
An array of fruits and other hearty dishes were spread out on their side of the table, the small group of Tarus workers standing against the walls once it was prepared. The soft clinking filled the silence as nonmc took bites into the food, her weariness slowly drifting away as her stomach was getting its fill.
She glanced over at him after a while, raising an eyebrow as he gingerly had a bite or two, almost not even bothering to eat.
"You're not eating as much, Sylus. Your habits haven't changed."
Her pouting gets a smirk out of him, his fork pausing so he could look at her.
"I cannot eat in the same way before. It's more superficial than anything."
Her chewing slowed at the realization, her expression faltering in sympathy.
"Oh."
"Don't fret over it. Besides you've offered me a filling meal last night."
That caused a chain reaction of quiet gasps and awkward coughs from Beatrice, Frederick, and the maids, making nonmc feel a wave of heat crawl up her neck.
"Wha-- Must you phrase it like that?"
Sylus almost rolls his eyes but chooses instead to hum deeply in annoyance as he leaned back into his chair.
"Her blood. I drank her blood." He says aloud to everyone in the room.
All of their eyes widened at the confession, Beatrice especially flabbergasted. Nonmc shakes her head, trying to dismiss their concerns.
"I'm all right, Beatrice, I promise!" Nonmc hastily mentions, before turning to him with a whisper, "Are you sure you should be talking about this right now?"
"It's fine. What I have done is not a secret."
To emphasize, he turns his head over his shoulder, glancing to all of them who stared over in shock.
"I am still the same prince as before. Please do not place your worries on me. You are the only people, the ones who have been caring for my sick family, that I trust with this information. Besides princess nonmc, of course."
His explanation does alleviate some tension, even if by a little. It does at least let nonmc feel she could speaking freely as she'd like.
Once his eyes returned to hers, she clears her throat, eyes rounding in thought.
"What blood have you been drinking before me then?"
"Wild animals that I've hunted in the night. It sustains me for a few days but after that, I would have to return back to the woods for more blood. It doesn't help that a lot of them are plagued by now."
"Then how can you drink it? Wouldn't it poison you?"
"The perks of being a fiend."
At his confirmation, it left a chill in the room, as expected. Fiends were unpredictable creatures that showed up in many forms. A blood drinking one with the powers he's had since he was young was a rare kind.
"I know you've suspected me already. Royal studies must include such things."
"Then... your family are fiends too..?"
Sylus shakes his head, his eyes holding a bit of sadness within them.
"Not a single one. The doctors believe it to somehow manifested even before my mother birthed me. A drop of blood, somewhere in my lineage, was passed down to me."
"I thought that was a myth."
"I thought so too. But I'm proof of it. Of this curse."
"Don't say that." Nonmc states firmly, her hand reaching for his. "This is not a curse."
Her heartfelt adamancy softened him. He has held his own grief and misery for who he was, but to see that she still sees him as the same person from her childhood was all that he could ask for.
"The only blessing I see from this is that it allows me to process the plague blood differently compared to others." He continues, "Even while I am practically drinking poison, my body somehow... detoxifies it. Slower than what your magic can do, but it does the trick."
"That must hurt."
"I've grown used to it."
When she continues to pout stubbornly, he sighs heavily in response.
"I'll be fine. I think your blood has sated my appetite. Probably better than anything else I've had in years."
"Well... I'm here to help Tarus. Whether if that's to help purify your family or offer you blood, I will do both."
"I know you mean well, but we don't know if your purification magic will work on them."
"Well, I want to at least try. Please?"
Her determination was admirable. It was difficult to say no to her, especially when she was looking at him with that same expression she used when she was younger to get her way.
Sylus could nod reluctantly, knowing she had won once again.
After finishing up their breakfast, the two of them were led by Beatrice and Frederick into his parents' bedchambers, the dreary mood palpable in the air.
Her breath hitches as she sees the state of his parents, laying side by side on their bed. She slowly makes her way to them, the sickly pallor and thinning of muscle around bone very apparent.
His parents could only manage weak breath, no ability to acknowledge their presence. They were barely hanging on.
Nonmc turns to Sylus who was looking down at them with a pained expression, his hands clenching together into fists at his side.
She takes a breath to steady herself, grasping her magical staff tightly and darting her gaze around as they all stood there by the bed with clear worry.
"I will do my best."
Her statement earns subtle nods from Beatrice and Frederick. Sylus on the other hand only hums lowly, eyes staying on his parents.
With that, she starts her incantation, eyes fluttering close as she focused on the purification spells. She called upon the Saintess to grant her divine luck, swirls of magic slowly enveloping her.
Small winds picked up in the room, swaying the curtains and fabrics of their clothing. She was slowly becoming like a sun, brightening the room in an iridescent glow.
A gesture of her hands allowed the magic to spill forth, spreading over his parents' lying forms. She could feel the effects of such a strong poison, the spell chipping away at her reserve slowly but surely.
Purifying a creature was nothing like a human that has been festering with it for such a long period of time. It required utmost care and precision, the magic needed to purify like the sun melting a block of ice.
Despite how draining it was, she stood resolute. She could feel their very souls within the darkened depths becoming clearer, the beating of their hearts less staggered.
Nonmc managed one last burst of purification magic, the impact causing a great gust of wind into the room. Beatrice and Frederick lift their arms up to shield themselves, their eyes scrunching close at the sudden eruption.
Sylus winced momentarily before his eyebrows raised as nonmc started to stagger. He snakes his arms around her instantly, cradling her head against one arm while he worriedly darted his gaze over her.
"Nonmc? Hey, stay with me!"
She groans softly, eyes slowly opening once more. Despite the dazed look, no other signs proclaimed her unwell.
"I'm... I'm all right." She musters, a bit breathless, "I think I've done a majority of the work. Their bodies will need to... do the rest."
She weakly raises an arm up, patting his chest like she was comforting him of his worries.
"Don't look at me... like that, Sylus. I'm fine, see?"
"You've gone mad."
Nonmc lets out a breathy laugh, earning a more disgruntled expression from him.
"...I will help your brother and sisters, I promise. Tomorrow I can--"
"Don't promise anything yet. You may need to rest for a few days."
"But..."
"My parents were in worse condition compared to them. My siblings can survive until you're ready."
She scrunches her nose at him, almost offended at his words. He gives her a stern expression, clearly not budging.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not trying to keep them sick, you know."
"Meanie..."
Sylus shakes his head at her, changing his grip so that he could gather her up into his arms. She grunts softly at the sudden change, her head leaning over to rest against his chest.
"Beatrice, Frederick. Please continue to monitor my family's conditions for the time being."
"Of course, Prince Sylus." They say in unison, before Beatrice raises her eyebrows in question.
"And princess nonmc..?"
"I will watch over her. Anything that has to do with her, concerns or otherwise, it goes to me."
Beatrice and Frederick agree once more, giving a polite curtsy as Sylus started to stride out of his parents' bedchambers.
Nonmc had been silently letting herself be carried, jostled ever so gently. After a while, she blinked her eyes a bit, humming wearily.
"Where are we going?"
"To my room."
"Your..? But I woke up in--"
"The guest bedroom." He finishes for her, "That's too far. Staying with me is the best option since I can watch over you."
"Beatrice could do that."
"She is better off looking after my family than you. You're my responsibility."
"And who told you that?"
"I did. Since the day we first met, you always were."
"For a mere few hours when your family visited Velmure." She retorted, earning a scoff of laughter from him.
"Well, now we're older. And you're stuck here in Tarus anyways, so get used to it."
"Hmph... I want my old playmate back..."
"I'm still here. You want me to read you bedtime stories while I lull you to sleep?"
"...You're unbelievable."
Despite all her huffing and puffing, he continued to take her back to his bedchambers with little remorse. Even as she grumbled once she was placed onto his bed, his hands never stopped petting over her head affectionately.
"There, there... The pillows are fluffed up and room is all warmed up just for you."
She's about to complain some more but then he's tugging off his coat and sneaking his way underneath the covers with her. Her weary eyes widened, the mattress dipping here and there as he settled in.
"You..! What are you--"
Sylus shushes her, scooting closer and sighing in delight at her warmth. After a moment of situating himself comfortably, he brings his forehead near hers, rubbing them together.
"You can't fix the world in one day. But even so, your presence is a light in the dark. I am thankful you are here."
At his sincere confession that was said in a quiet whisper, she couldn't help but simmer down. It's been so long since she's had such comfort.
The worries over Faust's tyranny, the blame placed upon her family...
Nonmc only ever wants to help, but for years she felt useless to cause true change.
With what she can do for Tarus, his family, even him... It was enough.
Her arm weaved its way under his, clutching onto his tunic covered back like a lifeline. His response was a small huff of laughter, his own arm covering over her body to shield her further.
Somehow, she felt like she was back to the old days of laying under the oak trees of the Velmure castle on a summer's day, their small bodies curled up around one another like two cats in the shade. His form may be more solid now, firm from a roughened life, but he was still her Sylus.
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