Please yandere aizawa and yandere dark King all might put love potion on female mage s/o?
You didn’t specify whether they were separate or poly, so I’m going to do poly because it seems interesting! If it’s not what you wanted let me know. This was supposed to be n*fw but i just couldn’t write it:’o Also i don’t know how to write mages so i did my best!
Aizawa Shouta/Reader/Toshinori Yagi Warnings for: Fantasy AU, Rebel Leader!Reader, kidnapping, non-con drugging, graphic violence, mindbreak, character death(minor)
The battlefield was hard to see through. Soldiers stirred up dust with each sword swing, and a fire raged that wafted stinging smoke into your eyes. You strode forward anyway, heart ablaze with hate, anger, revenge. Your people had suffered too long under King Toshinori’s rule. You would make him pay.
Earlier, the rebels you commanded had been winning the fight. The royal army had almost been forced to retreat. Then He had stepped on to the battlefield with his mage-adviser. A cheer had gone up from his people and things had taken a turn for the worse. Suddenly, you switched your spells from offensive to defensive, frantically using your magic to heal your rapidly falling soldiers.
His people called him ‘All Might’. His presence on the battlefield was enough to galvanize his army. It was something you’d never understood. How they could be so loyal to that tyrant.
You ducked under a sword swing, twirling to face your attacker and whispering a spell that had him choking on his own blood. You didn’t even pause, you left him to die. You were trying to get to the head of the battlefield, where the king was. You were going to kill him, even if you died doing it.
With the smoke in front of you, you couldn’t see what you were heading towards, you were only following the screams of your soldiers as they died on the kings blade.
A low whisper sounded from behind you and you whirled around. Standing in front of you was the king’s personal mage. His long black hair floated above him as he finished his spell and you collapsed to the dirt.
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You woke up chained to the wall in what looked like a dungeon. The walls and ceiling were damp and cold.
You coughed, chest heaving as you attempted to clear the thick clog of dust out of your throat. Your entire body ached with throbbed with pain.
“Ah, finally you’re awake.”
You froze in your struggling, fruitlessly searching the dark room. You couldn’t see anyone, but you could feel eyes dragging across your naked body. The stare crawled over your skin like spiders, and you shifted your knees up to cover your chest.
A torch was lit in the furthest corner of the room and you could finally make out the person who had been watching you. It was the same mage you recognized from the battlefield, and immediately you went on the offensive.
You snarled at him, enraged. You forgot about your nakedness, not even caring as you flailed your limbs at him. You tried to call upon your magic, but it was suspiciously absent. You screamed at the tall man anyway, inwardly worrying about your lack of magic.
“You can stop with the rebellion, now, firefly.”
Firefly?
“You will have to stay quiet and respectful in the presence of the king. If you cannot curb your un-ladylike behavior i will not be pleased.” With that, the black haired mage left your small dungeon through a stone arched doorway.
You were shocked into silence at his immovable attitude.
At least he left the torch.
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You were sagging against your chains with exhaustion and dehydration by the time the door to your prison swung open again. You couldn’t muster the energy to angrily yell anymore. You could only stare in shock, and fear, as the broad shouldered king made his way into the dungeon.
Your face twisted in hate as you watched the man come closer.
His adviser stood just behind him, silent stare a warning and a threat in one.
King Toshinori’s smile was deceptively kind as he kneeled in front of you.
“I have been waiting a long time to meet you, firefly.”
Firefly, again? What was the meaning of that?
The king reached out to stroke your face as he spoke.
“Your little rebellion has caused me a lot of trouble, you know.” He chuckled and looked back at the mage. “However, my dearest Shouta has come up with quite the solution.”
Shouta lifted a clear bottle filled with thick black sludge from his robe pocket. He approached you slowly, leaning around the king’s large frame. You pressed against the wall in fear. You were familiar with a very large range of potions but this one was unfamiliar to you. It looked thick as it clung to the bottle’s glass, and the deep black of it seemed to swirl with nebulae.
You knew whatever it did would be painful.
The king lurched forward suddenly, taking you by surprise as he gripped your jaw to force your mouth wide. Your struggling wasn’t even acknowledged. Shouta stepped forward and very carefully poured the mixture into your mouth.
To your surprise it tasted fruity, like pomegranate seeds.
You looked up at them in disbelief as nothing immediately started hurting, and….
And….
You sagged slowly, tension leaving your body. Toshinori’s hands cupped around your skull suddenly felt safe, heavenly even.
Your gut told you something was seriously wrong, but how could it be? You were here with them, you were where you were supposed to be.
Shouta leaned over Toshinori’s shoulder to undo the manacles attached to your wrists. They throbbed an angry red, blood lining the mark but you smiled up at Shouta anyway.
Toshinori lifted you up and you hummed at him.
“Where are we going?”
Shouta gave you a slow look over the king’s shoulder, mouth set flat even when his eyes were amused.
“A war rages, Firefly, and we need your help to end it.” You tilted your head staring at him curiously. “You want to make us happy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Shouta! I’ll do anything!” Your exclamation surprised you and your skin flushed red. It seemed to amuse the king, too, as he started laughing low and loud.
“Such a good girl.”
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The battefield wasn’t exactly what you had expected. The dead had been cleared away up to a certain point and the sight of the royal military’s carriages and battlements seemed wrong to you, somehow.
Still, you followed behind Shouta and the king as they headed steadily up to the crux of the battle. The kings protected you and the mage both with a heavy shield. The arrows raining down around you were useless, you could tell. None could pierce the thick metal.
As you passed the king’s men began to cheer, swarming around him with glee and blatantly laughing as they saw you cowering behind him.
“The bitch brought low,” one of them whispered to another as you passed. “Of course she would bow to the king.”
Their whispers made you anxious but you pressed onward anyway. The screams of both the enemy and king’s army grew louder.
Something felt fuzzy on the edge of your memory, and you wondered why the king had brought you here. You knew nothing about battle.
At least, you didn’t think you did. Everything was….hazy.
The king suddenly whipped his shield away and Shouta shot away from you, a spell already falling from his lips. The king swung his broad sword and rushed on ahead, leaving you to stare after Shouta as he performed spell after spell.
I can do that, can’t I?
You dropped down as an arrow wizzed by your head, cowering next to the body of one of the rebels. Face to face with the corpse, you looked it in the eyes. They seemed familiar, you got flashes of those same red eyes looking down into yours, pale hair tickling your cheek.
You reached out to touch the corpse’s still face. You were missing something. Something important.
Cuddling close to the rapidly cooling body, you began to sob.
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You had no idea how you had ended up in the kings bed, let alone how you had left the battlefield. You came back to yourself cuddled amongst extravagant bed clothes and luxurious pillows.
You closed your eyes slowly, still thinking about the body on the battlefield. Something was really wrong.
But that couldn’t be, could it? Toshinori and Shouta would never do anything to harm you. They probably just wanted you at the battlefield for moral support. There wasn’t anything wrong about wanting your lover to support you, was there?
You heard voices coming down the hallway as you contemplated.
“Shouta, you said this would work. Does it work or not? She couldn’t do anything, like she’d lost her battle-sense!”
“My king, I-”
“She was the most feared mage in this kingdom, besides you, of course.”
“Toshinori, she-”
“She would make a good wife, yes, but I anticipated most greatly her magic! Turning it back against those rebels would end the war far quicker!”
“Yagi, if you’d let me finish.” Shouta shoved the door to your room open suddenly, startling you as you jolted back against the extravagant bedding.
He glanced over you nonchalantly, as if you were simply a piece of furniture in the room.
“This potion was untested,” He sighed and began to help the giant king out of his long robe. “I had not anticipated this side-effect, true, but I do think that this is a far better outcome.”
Shouta folded the sparkling robe and set it to the side. King toshinori stepped closer to the bed and settled next to your foot. He reached out to touch you lightly and the contact made you shiver, heart thrumming delightedly.
They continued to speak to one another, hardly paying you any attention.
“I can teach her magic again with little issue.” The king tilted his head, regarding Shouta curiously. “But from what I’ve observed, the rebels are close….An issue could have arose.”
Shouta seemed to lose his cold demeanor for a second. “This way, her mind is empty of everything but us.”
Toshinori turned to you, already relieved and smiling that too-wide smile.
“Well then, Firefly, isn’t everything just perfect?”
