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How would the empress react to reader who likes to take care/adopte stray cats?
really interesting question. as i mentioned before, empress yujing does not like cats, so i think that she would see taking care of cats as like a task beneath the reader. at the same time, it would draw yujing in more because in her mind it demonstrates you can show compassion to the lowest of creatures. she would view you as selfless, but also foolish sinceno cat would ever bother returning the favor.
but after the empress takes you expect to lose everything. that includes any hobbies or anything that you care about. yujing wouldn't want you wasting your attention on other things anymore: your sole purpose is to be hers.
if you have like one special cat you love in particular or any other pet, expect to never see them again. she wouldn't kill them, that's far too cruel. she would just send them somewhere far, far away. to a place where they could never distract you from her ever again.
hello! I love your writing! Are you willing to do a part two of the Ancient Chinese empress yandere x f!reader? Its okay if not, but I really enjoyed it!
hahah... yeah part two is like two months late but it's finally up. for being so nice i'll give you a few fun facts about Empress Yujing:
she comes from a warrior/military family so she does in fact have considerable martial arts training
she has five brothers and also three sisters, although all of them have mysteriously died and/or been exiled. only one hasn't, her only brother born of the same mother ( i don't think we'll ever meet him though)
her mother died young after giving birth to said brother. yujing blames her father, who was never loyal to her mother, and constantly strayed to other women
empress yujing's eyes and influence goes beyond the harem, she has considerable political influence as well
before becoming empress, she had a habit of taking in and taking care of stray dogs. after her coronation, she was instrumental in instituting and influencing animal protection laws in the kingdom
besides gardening and embroidery, she enjoys sword dance
she doesn't like cats. she finds them too fickle (i'm sorry to any cat lovers)
Description: (Yandere! Empress x Concubine! Reader) The madness continues in the Inner Palace and the Empress shows you her true colors. Part One. (3K words)
Warnings: overall yandere themes (possession, obsession), power imbalance, noncon kissing/touching, mildly suggestive, violence/gore, death, descriptions of corpse, burns/burning dead dove do not eat
Consort Yanfei's corpse was not yet cold in the ground, yet here you were, face to face with her killer.
In fact, you were sitting idly in her parlor as she diligently embroidered. Your eyes lingered on her pale spindly fingers as they deftly stitched patterns you've never seen before.
You glanced down at your own project which was still completely bare.You were provided with a needle of thread, of course, but they laid untouched in your lap.
You had tried everything to avoid spending time with her, but no mixture of polite refusal, begging, or feigning illness seemed to work. So here you sat, utterly paralyzed.
Your body was perfectly, unnaturally still. At least on the surface. In reality, every muscle in your body contracted so tightly, you feared they would snap at any moment. The only thing that moved was the slip of silk ceiling, your face fitted lightly by the breeze.
“Did you receive my gifts?” Her voice, sharp as the needlepoint in her hand, cut through pervasive silence.
Ah yes, the seemingly endless parade of gifts. Rare books, priceless gems and sparking jewelries, and enough medicines and creams to put an apothecary to shame. You'd received it all, but hadn't dared touch any of it.
“Yes, Your Majesty the Empress.” You replied, counting the number of brushstrokes in the calligraphy hanging on the wall.
As is on que, a servant shuffled in, carrying a tray. She set down a teapot the color of pure jade on a side table by the Empress, along with a single painted porcelain tea cup. Shortly after, the maid scurried off.
You took note as steam wafted out of the delicate teapot's neck.
“You know, I think I like being a mother. I think motherhood suits me quite well.”
They weren't her children. They were the children she orphaned. And now she had the gall to play mother. The thought might have sickened, if you cared to have thoughts right now.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The needle digs into the fabric. A loop. And then pull. A colored string pulls taut into place. Not a single stitch out of place. As to be expected of the Mother of the nation.
“Rumor has it His Majesty the Emperor is quite impressed by your brother's recent tax reforms.”
You didn't spare her a glance. You were too busy counting the number of lines in the wood floor.
“His Majesty intends to visit you tonight.”
Your heart stopped.
Like a serpent she struck, her long, dyed nails digging into your jaw. She was so uncomfortably close, the smell of chrysanthemums burned your nose. Suddenly you were infinitely grateful for the veil you wore, as it was the only defense you had left.
Empress Yujing and her dark eyes, like pools of bottomless black ink, stripped you bare. Her eyes swallowed all light.
“When I look upon you, I feel affection. How could my husband not feel the same; should he ever look your way?”
For a moment, Her Majesty seemed to soften. Unfortunately for you, it was only a moment.
She tore off the veil concealing your features.
“Consort Yanfei's parting gift to you seems to have healed quite nicely.”
The mere mention of the Consort's name made you flinch. If you closed your eyes for too long, you could still see her pristine rotting corpse laid out perfectly.
Her cold, unbelievably soft fingers, which have never known a hard day's work, traced your cheek, drawing you out of your thoughts. There was a sort of quiet reverence in the way she admired you.
“A shame, really.…” She paused for a moment. A flickering look of regret and hesitation, followed by immovable determination. “For all my status, I am still a simple woman with simple desires. Forgive me.”
That last sentiment truly caught you off guard. “Your Majesty-”
Your sentence was interrupted by the hurt, animalistic noise tearing through your throat.
All thought was lost to the blinding pain of boiling hot water being poured onto your legs.
“It appears the Imperial Consort has had an accident.” She said in such an eerily calm fashion, you wondered if she was even really human.
Your eyes frantically darted, noting the teapot, that pure jade teapot was missing from its place on the table. Instead it was in the hands of Empress Yujing. Clearly, this was no accident.
Instinctively, you curled in on yourself, crumbling to the ground as the agony of being burned reduced you to tears.
“Why?...” You croaked out between full body sobs. What hurt the most was the searing hot sting of betrayal. You had believed that if you had just done as she asked, placated her, you could leave relatively unscathed. But as usual, your naivety was met with seemingly senseless, relentless cruelty.
“Why?” you screamed, throat raw with rage. In your fury, you swiped at her, but she moved away just in time, your fingers only grazing the soft silk of her gown.
Her Majesty's face was entirely unmoved. She was seemingly untouchable, as always. With the very same scalding water she used to burn you, she poured herself a cup of jasmine tea.
“It'll heal.”
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While you were recovering, it didn't take long for an endless parade or gifts to arrive at your front door. This time it was mostly in the form of salves and medicines, as if that could somehow make up for the burns littering your legs. And the marks those burns would leave behind.
Did she think she could so easily buy your favor?
You picked up a jar filled with cream meant to fade scars. You stared at it, scowling. Anyone on the outside would praise the Empress for playing her role as a compassionate Mother of the Nation clearly concerned with one of her younger sister wives. You knew different. She probably only sent these things to rub proverbial salt in the wound.
You didn't even keep up the pretense of polite airs. Any servant of hers that came to your door was sent away, forced to take any gift they brought back to their mistress.
You knew that rejecting her gifts would probably only incite her more. You had fully expected Empress Yujing's… but it never came.
In fact, you heard nothing from her. No more gifts, no more summons to her palace for flower viewing or embroidery or tea. Only silence. And the occasional hushed rumor of Empress spilling hot tea on a concubine out of jealousy, but besides that- dead silence.
For the first couple of days, the silence was absolutely unnerving. You'd wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat. You'd had dreams of white chrysanthemums and white robes haunting you. And then as days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to a month, you let yourself relax.
Empress Yujing must have grown bored of tormenting you and moved on to her next poor target. Good riddance. You couldn't say you missed her.
In her absence, you healed nicely, now leaving behind only faint light scars. Thankfully no one was seeing your legs any time. Or at least you thought.
You found out later that day that the Emperor was to visit you in the guise of concern for your well-being. Of course you didn't believe such a flimsy excuse. You'd been here nearly six months and you had yet to lay eyes upon him once.
Regardless, it was your duty as Imperial Concubine to indulge him. So you prepared to do just that.
“Li Hua,” you called her from where you sat on your bed. “Please help me get dressed… I just got news that the Emperor intends to pay us a visit tonight.”
A gentle smile curled Li Hua's lips. “Of course.”
And then said your name affectionately, like the two of you were old friends.
You supposed, despite your difference in status, she was. You'd long stopped regarding her as a servant. She was more of a friend than anything, one that had stuck by you in your most trying of times.
In your months of abuse here, Li Hua felt like a constant, reassuring presence. She was always there for you, beyond your roles of master and servant. Out of the thousands of people in this Forbidden palace, she was the only one you trusted. The only one whose face and all its delicate lines you had etched into your memory.
As asked, Li Hua helped you dress in your finest. You didn't have much in the way of gowns, so you decided to wear your wedding dress. It's not like the Emperor has had a chance to see it before. As she tied the sash embroidered with lotuses around your waist, you think you noticed her hands linger for just a second too long. You brushed it off as your imagination.
It was Lia Hua who delicately painted your lips red, as if she were handling the most precious portrait in the world. And it was Li Hua who so gently combed through the long tresses of your hair.
“You truly are so beautiful, My lady.” Li Hua beamed at you with that smile that never failed to light the darkest of days.
Your cheeks grew red and you averted your gaze elsewhere. “Thank you, Li Hua.”
Her hands, always careful never to so much as hurt a hair on your head, deftly pinned your tresses into an intricate style. She slipped in some hair ornaments and pins, the ones previously gifted to you by the Empress. Normally, you'd never wear anything so ostentatious, but today was a special occasion.
Today you would meet the Emperor. And if things went well, if you gained his favor, it could mean a better life for you and your family. And protection from your enemies.
Li Hua stepped back to admire her work. “So beautiful…” she muttered breathlessly.
You were too busy admiring yourself in your small copper mirror to take notice. Even you were impressed by your looks. You hadn't gotten so much as a glimpse of yourself on your wedding night. Maybe if you had, you'd dress up like this more often.
“Oh wait! My Lady, some of your lipstick smudged.”
She stepped forward, handkerchief in hand. She began to gently dab at the corner of your lips, her wide, honey brown eyes staring unabashedly at you.
And you… you stared back. You know it was wrong to look at another woman in this manner, you knew it and yet you couldn't help yourself. Perhaps the perfume satchel she kept tied at your waist was making your head spin. Maybe it was the beauty mark under her left eye that captivated you. You couldn't stop looking, utterly enchanted
And she didn't stare either, long after the stray makeup strain had been rubbed away.
Surprisingly, it was not you who broke the trance the two of you were in. It was Li Hua.
She pressed a chaste kiss to your soft lips before quickly pulling away.
She covered her mortified face as if she's just committed the worst sin of the century. “I am so, so sorry My Lady. Please don't send me away, I promise it won't happen again-”
You didn't let her finish her sentence before your mouth was on hers. Softness met with gentleness, hesitation and uncertainty met with encouraging kindness. The kisses you shared weren't hungry or desperate, they were pure, imbued with the unspoken feelings the two of you had for one another.
Her fingers traced the line of her chin before settling in your hair, careful not to mess up the hairstyle she so painstakingly put into place. The two of you melted into the kiss, and the rest of the world faded away.
That was until you heard something clatter onto the ground.
You tore yourself out of Li Hua's embrace, your head whipping to the original of the startling noise.
Your eyes went wide in dread at who stood there.
Her Majesty, Empress Yujing glared at you, pure incarnate of the wrath of the heavens. Her shaking fist clenched so tightly, blood dripped down onto the floorboards.
“Your Majesty, I promise this isn't what it looks like-” Li Hua scrambled to come up with an excuse on your behalf, red still staining her lips.
The Empress shot Li Hua a single glare, shutting her up with just a look.
She took slow, weighted steps towards you, never once breaking eye contact. Each footstep felt like another nail in your coffin.
Your entire body was frozen as it shook in utter terror. She was going to tell your secret. She was going to have you executed. She was going to kill you where you stood.
She mercilessly grabbed Li Hua by the hair, lifting her up by the scalp. A strangled cry left your lips, but not a single limb in your body could move.
“It appears I've found a palace rat.” The Empress remarked, uninterested. As if Li Hua truly was nothing more than a pest.
Her teeth gritted, “How unsightly.”
In a jarring motion, her hands curled around Li Hua's throat. Gently, almost tenderly, at first. before they turned deadly.
Li Hua struggled, her own nails digging into the hands of the Empress, drawing blood. Yet, Empress Yujing's grip was relentless.
“My….my Lady,” Li Hua choked, sputtering in her own words. Her hopeful eyes, which were starting to bulge out of her head, looked at you with nothing but sincerity.
Her Majesty only squeezed harder with a look of sheer determination. She squeezed until Li Hua could no longer speak and then some.
All the while,Yujing's eyes never once left Li Hua's face. As if she wanted to watch her die, to see the exact moment where the light left her eyes.
And all you could do was watch, petrified, as the only warmth you knew died.
Li Hua stopped struggling, and the Empress dropped her broken body unceremoniously. Her once full pink limps were now a sickly purple. And her eyes, now emptied of kindness and life, were still looking your way.
You fell to your knees, sobbing. Crawling to Li Hua's body, you clung to her, stealing the now disappearing heat she used to radiate. Left with nothing but raw heartache, could do nothing but babble incoherently in tears. For all the torture you've gone through, this was by far the worst.
But of course you wouldn't be allowed to mourn in peace. That would simply be too good a fortune for you.
The Empress roughly yanked you away from Li Hua's corpse. Her Majesty forcefully spun you to face her.
“After all I've done for you.” She whispered. Someone that was infinitely more chilling than her yelling. “You promised me loyalty. Is this what your loyalty looks like?”
You were reduced to little more than a gasping, shaking puddle on the ground. You couldn't think, couldn't move as the sobs racked through your chest.
Unexpectedly, she collected you into her sturdy arms. You started to struggle in her hold, but they wouldn't give. Has she always been this strong? Had she just hid her strength all this time, waiting to show her hand like a python the split second it strangles its prey
“You are mine. You have been mine since the moment you swore yourself to me.”
Her nose grazed the inner curve of your neck, a vicious mockery of the tenderness lovers share.
In the haze of your own inner panic, an unusual clarity fell upon you. A realization so absurd, you began to shake with laughter.
All this time, Her Majesty, Empress Yujing wasn't trying to keep you from the Emperor. She was trying to keep the Emperor from you.
The Emperor was never going to visit you tonight. There was no universe in which Her Majesty would've let you and the Emperor be in the same room.
Now, you've lost your mind entirely. You were sure of it. Because in the corner of the room, you saw Consort Yanfei standing there. A pleasant, demure smile on her face, her white robes flowing elegantly. Her pale hand was outstretched towards you, and between her index finger and thumb sat a single white chrysanthemum, taunting you.
Noticing your staring, Yujing took your chin, twisting your head to meet her gaze. Those cold eyes, so filled to the brim with madness. You wondered how you could have ever thought the Empress to be unfeeling.
“I'll forgive you. How could I not?”
As if you had done anything that warranted forgiveness in the first place.
Her touch turned oddly affectionate as she stroked your disheveled hair, adjusting one of your flower pins into place.
She sighed in not-so subtle admiration. Your mind was still on the corpse laying but a few feet away.
“Who could resist such beauty?” She asked wistfully. An animalistic whimper escaped your lips as she pushed you flush against the wooden floor.
Her eyes roved you, less human and more perfect porcelain doll. Her face lit with a hunger that made your stomach twist.
Her painted eyes softened around the edges. “My most precious treasure.”
The Empress’ breath fanned your face, smelling faintly of pressed flowers. “Anyone who dares touch you, to take you from me, be they Consort or servant or even Emperor…”
Her grip turned hard, oppressive. For a moment you feared you may follow in Li Hua's footsteps. And then her touches became kind once more.
“No matter…”
She pressed a kiss to your lips. Adoring and reverent but harsh all the same.
Guilt riddled your chest. You visibly stiffened. Li Hua's corpse was still there- waiting, watching. But perhaps that was the point the Empress was trying to prove.
She wanted to claim you here and now to make a point to both the living and the dead- you were hers.
Yujing's hands began to wander. And you felt your robes being tugged at. At first you struggled, still clinging to the smoldering bits of resistance you kept stoke in your heart. The the Empress passively mentioned your family and you went still.
The fight having left your body entirely, you succumbed to the fringes of your mind. To a world of springtime and verdant lush flower gardens with not a single chrysanthemum in sight.
if y'all ever wonder why it takes me so long to make a fic... I just deleted like 2k+ words for the Where Flower Blooms sequel and started all over again because I didn't like it
Description: (Yandere! Wonder Woman x Kidnapped! Reader) You find out the hard way that Amazonian customs aren't as innocent as they might seem. (1.2K words)
Warnings: overall yandere themes, power imbalance, implied captviity, noncon/dubcon kissing and touching, possesiveness, chasing, fear, suggestive, dead dove do not eat
Diana's love wasn’t all soft kisses and waxing poems. Underneath the gentleness she showed you was the spirit of a fierce warrior. In theory you knew as much, but you never thought that her ruthlessness could ever be turned towards you.
It all started with a stupid coconut. Diana had something about some sort of Amazon ritual and offered you a hollowed out coconut. Inside was a necklace and a bracelet.
First came the necklace. This specific piece was made of only nectarine seeds and string.
Curiously. you dipped your head, letting her pull the necklace over you.
The bracelet was a cute little thing wrapped in both red, blue, and gold ribbons. Mindlessly you slipped the little jewelry onto your wrist. You figured if you didn't accept it willingly it would still end up on you anyways. At least this way you could delude yourself into pretending it was ever a choice.
With both pieces on, you looked up to look at Diana, who was beaming ear to ear.
“Thou art full of promise,” she had said, tucking some stray strands of your hair out the way. “Thou shall know the heart of another.”
At the time, you had giggled, finding this whole thing endearing. You were enjoying seeing this slightly sillier, sentimental side of her. You figured this was just some cute little Amazon courting ritual. Gods, you were wrong.
Apparently, you had signed up for a series of physical and mental trials meant to test your relationship. Diana interpreted it as an excuse to let you loose so she can hunt you down. You know, to prove the two of you will always “find each other” or something like that. Honestly, you were sure she liked reminding you of her strength. That and she probably secretly got off to seeing you scared shitless.
That's how you ended up as you are now. Running for your life in the thick forests of Themyscira, chased by a six foot something demigod.
Every breath was absolute labor as you ran. Various branches and thorns scratched and cut at you as you sprinted, threatening to slow you down. You didn’t let it. You ran like Cerberus himself nipped at your heels.
The most terrifying thing about it all was that you could sense her close by, but you couldn’t hear even a single one of her footsteps. No doubt another trait of a skilled Amazonian warrior: you'll never know they're coming unless they want you to.
And then the ground slipped under your feet. One moment you were one your own two feet running like hell. Next, you were hung by your feet, face to face with Wonder Woman in all her glory.
“Hello there.”
The smug satisfaction on her face made your heart sink. Still, her smile could rival Apollo's chariot any day.
“Don’t make that face.” You pouted.
“Pray tell, dear heart.” Her nose brushed playfully against yours. “What face am I making that displeases you so?”
“Oh, come on. You know exactly what you're doing!” You whined. You felt your face become warmer. The blood must be rushing to your head really quickly. That had to be the reason why you felt so flushed.
Her lips were so close yet so far, her cupid's bow hovering over your bottom lip. You caught yourself staring at the small scar tucked in the corner of her smile. She was covered in scars, as all hardened warriors should be. Yet this one caught your attention.
You cursed the gods for her good looks. And then you cursed yourself for being so weak to them.
Diana noticed your weakness and was determined to fully exploit it. She leaned just a hair's breadth closer, her lips now pressed to yours, but it wasn't quite a kiss. Not yet.
“My poor, helpless love…” she purred against your mouth.
Her finger traced the outline of her earlobe. “So defenseless. If only you could ask some passing, noble heroine for help.”
You tried not to roll your eyes too hard. “Just let me down already.”
“Hm..” she hummed against you. “In all the myths I have read, the damsel in distress is usually more grateful to your savior.”
Usually the person who kidnaps the innocent maiden is the villain, not the hero, you wanted to remind her. But since you didn't feel like having more rope burns than usual tonight, so you kept your mouth shut.
“Usually they show their gratitude in the form… of a kiss…” Her brilliant blue eye, the shade of a brewing storm, bore into your soul.
Obviously, she wasn't going to let you down so easily. At least, not without something in return.
With an exasperated sigh you gave her a tiny peck on the lips.
Whatever composure Diana had splintered under the weight of your kiss. Wrapping her hand in the necklace you wore, she pulled you impossibly close. And all of a sudden you were swept up into her kiss, about to drown in the sea of her bottomless affection.
Her kiss was demanding. It stole your breath and your thoughts and anything else that might separate you. Her kiss was biting. Her teeth dragged over yours with just enough to break skin.
And she licked at your wound like it was the sweetest ambrosia. Diana truly had no shame when it came to you.
You pulled away. “Can you let me down now?”
“As you wish, my love.”
A flash of her blade, and the rope that strung you up was clean in two. An impressive feat, considering you barely saw her swords leave its sheath.
You didn’t fall directly into Diana's arms as expected, instead she casually threw you over her shoulder. Her hand found its place on the inside of your thigh.
And you must have made some undignified noise, because Diana looked especially pleased.
“Can a victor not enjoy her spoils?” Diana teased. Her hand stroked a little too close to home.
“I can walk on my own two feet you know!” Your voice was too high-pitched for it to sound as assertive as it did in your head.
Diana hummed, pretending she was considering your little request. “But you're much too slow. And I want to return home to… unless…”
You could see a devious idea form in real time. “Unless you'd rather consummate our relationship here and now?”
At that, your heart nearly stopped where it stood. Diana could be rather blunt when she wanted to.
“I have to admit.” She stroked her chin as if in deep thought. “I am in no way adverse to the idea-”
“No."
“Ah, you are right my beloved." Her hold on you grew a little tighter. "If one of the other Amazons were to discover us, I might lash out in jealousy. I’d rather not turn on my sisters-in-arms.” At this point she was just musing to herself. You had no real stake in the conversation, you were only an accessory to her soliloquy.
“Let us return home. I shall indulge in the winnings of my triumph there.”
The excitement on her face was almost tangible. You, however, were already dreading the night to come. Your legs were already sore from all that running, this was the last thing you needed.
Diana gave a firm smack to your ass. A shudder went down your spine. Today would be a long day indeed, and the night even more so. You'd be sure to burn any and all of the jewellry she gave you from now on.
I loved your lord of the manor story i was hoping if you’d make more? It had me gripping the sheets a bit in a fearful way.
Good. that's exactly what I wanted. i hope all of you feel at least a little fear when reading my fics <3
that is to say, anon you made my day with this comment
as for the Lord of the Manor, we'll probably see him again. Right now I'm busy working on WFB and HTF so it might be a hot second.
i fear that the Lord of the Manor struggles from the same problem as the Empress from HTF. meaning: should I name him? don't ask me why but I was thinking Pericval/Percy or Lucius or something. something kind of regency-era. i'm definitely open to any suggestions you guys may have.
also lemme know if in general u prefer when i name my ocs or nah
omggg I just wanted to tell you that I loved Where Flowers Bloom, I was in anticipation for each line like the weight and tension in every word was so good, I'm so happy there's going to be a part two :DD
thank you !!!! I don't know how to tell you all that your comments and messages mean the world to me. it keeps me going!!!! ngl ive definitely expedited a fic bc someone asked for it
if you guys have any questions or comments about any characters on my blog feel free to ask. it keeps the writing juices in my brain flowing
I fucking LOVE your wlw stories! But I really wanted that third part of The hand that feeds. that's why I couldn't vote for the wlw one😞😞 but the new wlw story is AMAZING!! Will there be a second part for it?
i feel like i've been vague abt this but yeah the Hand That Feeds (HTF): part three: the squeakel will be coming out soon but NOT before Where Flowers Bloom (WFB)part two.
the HTF is just harder for me to write because the Empress has such a distinct voice and it can be hard to capture. also, should i give her a name?
i feel the Empress for HTF should be named because the other one is but it's also been two parts and she's remained nameless so maybe not. tell me your thoughts in the comments
annddd no spoilers for WFB but let's just say Empress Yujing isn't the only one who likes the reader...
