Platonic Yandere Another Typical Fantasy Romance HC
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tw: yandere
AN: No one requested this. I just write it for my own entertainment.
Summary: Reader is Pell and Lithera’s daughter
Kartha Weathers
This idiot travels to the North the moment he receives a letter from Lithera that she gave birth to a baby girl. Kartha will volunteer to be your godfather the moment he saw you. Pell will be suspicious at first about his intention, but Kartha will inform your father that he will protect you in the west by blocking potential suitors and marriage proposals. Your father will instantly agree to Kartha’s brilliant plan.
Kartha will shower you with gifts from the west. He is always present on your birthday and talks about you whenever he has to go back for business. Pell has to give him his own room in the Termaine estate because of how often he visits. He will make excuses about business matter just to travel in the North. It’s not a bad thing actually because it’s strengthen the businesses in North and West.
He is your number two fanboy (of course, your father Pell is the number one). If camera exists in this world or time, he already has hundreds of your pictures because you are just so cute.
Kartha hates your godmother, Monilla Teika. He thinks she looks like a witch who will devour his cute goddaughter.
Monilla Teika
She’ll volunteer to be your godmother. But will be pissed off to find out your parents agreed to have Kartha to be your godfather. What are they thinking? Moni thinks that your godfather is just a bad influence and can’t even take care of you.
Moni will be bragging about you in every tea party and balls she went. People will be curious about the little treasure hidden in the North. She’ll forget about etiquette and being a lady if she hears someone expressing their interest to have their son marry you in future.
Those noble are not good enough to be your husband.
Lithera
You’re her definition of happily ever after. She’s overprotective towards you and wants to keep an eye on you at all times. The baby room is just for display because you’ll be sleeping with mommy and daddy.
What if the heat in your room went out in the middle of the night? You might get sick or worst, die from cold. What if an assassin come to your room? Your mom will always be paranoid about your safety.
Though she’s always paranoid about your safety she doesn’t hold you back and support you to do whatever you want. Just let her dress you because she likes her princess to always be cute.
Trust her to roast anyone who disagrees that you’re the cutest girl in the world.
Pellus
Your dad is your number one fanboy. He was scared to hold you at first. Pell fell in love the second time (the first time is with your mom duh). How can a monster like him have an angelic baby like you?
He was worried that you’ll be scared at his looks but you ignore those scars and just love him. You’re daddy’s girl and he loves it when you whine that you want to spend time with him.
Pell will bring you wherever he goes. You’ll have your own desk and playground in his office. If you and your mom have a matching dress. Of course, Pell will get you a sword that matches his sword. Your dad will teach you how to kick ass. Yup, you’re his princess but you should know how to kick men’s ass just for safety.
Expect him to come rushing to your room when he heard you sneeze. Hearing his princess sneeze will send him to full panic mode. Pell will call a priest anytime of the day just to get your healed.
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Summary: Agriche are known to be cruel. What will happen to an Agriche who’s far from being cruel?
tw: soft yandere?
Lante’s POV:
After three years of not paying attention to the woman, I brought home with me. I received the news about her death and my daughter with her was now alone, without a guardian. The fact that she was pregnant was something I already knew because of the countless nights I spent with her. Why I didn’t receive a report about her giving birth? Maybe she hid it from me because she knows what happens to my children.
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tw: yandere
AN: This is just me cleaning up my drafts :)
Leticia remembers your cafe because it was the only place who gives free bread to street kids like her. You warmly welcome street kids to take the breads that didn’t get sold for the day so they can have something to eat. Even when Leticia got adopted by the Duke, she didn’t forget the kindness you showed her. So when she finally has time to go out with Jade, she drags her older brother to your small cafe.
This fic was based on a very intense dream I once had about orcs. I’m really proud of this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! It’s another long one, and has been in the making for over a few weeks. Any comments are appreciated <3
Warnings: yandere, orc! Franklin, fantasy races, violence, explicit description of war, explicit description of violence, nsfw, non-con turned dub-con, kidnapping, toxic relationships, mentioned future pregnancy, violence toward reader, needles, human trafficking, 8.6 k words
The field was barren.
There were a few people in the far distance running away, hiding behind burning carts and houses in their attempt at escape. It didn’t matter if they managed to get away now, since tonight the hounds would be let loose, following and killing anyone whose scent fled out of the battlefield. The beasts had little intelligence outside of their bred purpose, and seemed to utilize whatever they did have to be cruel, often biting off limbs first, slowly gnawing away at bone, waiting for their prey to die.
In the midst of the field laid a soldier, crying out in pain, probably due to his armor being dented in a way that implied massive internal damage, as well as his legs being about ten feet away from his main body. It would take about five minutes before he succumbed to the pain and died, but until then he’d scream in agony, which is why the nearest orc, looting the nearby corpses for their valuables, drew his club and smashed the soldier’s head in, the battlefield a bit quieter.
It had been a messy battle, an unsatisfying one as well. The settlement had drawn the orc’s ire by delivering a pledge of war, a spike embedded with the tusks of their kin. Few still dared to make such bold claims after years and years of endless one-sided conflict, the orc’s decimating all that was in their path. They were stronger, did not complain about anything, and honored their ancestors and progeny by expansion of their land, of their influence. Every inch of soil was paid for in blood, and it was not theirs that would pay the price.
The only down side the race had was their low numbers, but that did not matter greatly, one orc managing to kill villages without breaking a sweat.
he’s a little nervous the first time you ask him to come over and give you a lesson. honestly, he said yes because you pouted at him so sweetly and he considers himself a nice person. even if nice people don’t usually have sex dreams about the girl they’re meant to help pass her classes.
still, he’s nervous. even though he long grew out of the scrawny frame he had before high school and now stands nearly a foot taller and broader in college, the part of him that was bullied has trouble wrapping his head around the fact that someone as pretty as you wants him here. izuku has trouble wrapping his head around the fact that you’re definitely flirting with him right now because he can definitely feel the plush of your thigh pressed against his and your cleavage is so delightfully distracting.
“‘zu, what’d you get for number 4?” you ask, eyebrows pulled together in slight worry as you gaze up at him.
“uhm, 24.6…” he stammers. izuku can feel the way his cheeks are growing pink.
he tries to push away the thoughts of bending you over, he really does, but the next thing he knows, izuku’s hand is shaking up your skirt. it’s really more natural than it should be. he’s not a virgin by any means but the way you gasp and part your legs when his fingers hit the noticeably damp center of your panties makes him feel like he could lose his mind.
really, who could blame him for bending you over your work and finger fucking you. i mean, you’re just not getting the material. izuku’s gotta ingrain it in you. so he pets that sweet spot inside of you, fingers smushed between the fat of your thighs, while he coos in your ear about minding the material. is this helping? you feel like you’re learning? and all you can do is nod your sweet head because izuku, still bullied in his mind, has thick fingers and a knack for finding your g-spot.
If yall can’t tell by now, I like yanderes. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a family that never told me they love me or because they body shamed me into an Ed. But the idea of having some love me, evening it’s unhealthy, just hits different . So with that I was thinking of making another blog solely for yandere and smutty shit. Or should I just post it here? What yall think?
Summary|Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
“You can’t be serious, Dad,” Linda hisses, leaning forward in her chair. “You’re okay with this?! She markedhim!”
Harlan leans back in his chair, a slow and easy smile appearing on his lips as he nods. It’s obvious that Linda is furious, her hands carefully smoothing out her pantsuit while she tries to maintain her composure.
“It was only a matter of time, just like I told you. And yes, I’m completely serious. He has my blessing. I wanted him to find a proper Omega. It appears to me that he has.”
“I wanted him to have fun. This isn’t fun, Dad. This is a commitment. Come on. Do you really think Ransom can be in a relationship? He mated her, sure. That’s a given. But she has a hold on him now too. I had plans -”
“Of course you did,” Harlan agrees, narrowing his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t be my daughter if you didn’t. Our special guest is for Ransom, isn’t she?”
“She’s an Omega,” Linda sniffs, tilting up her chin pointedly. “Comes from a strong family. Very submissive.”
“That isn’t what he wants.”
“He’s an Alpha. Of course that’s what he wants.”
“Ransom already has an Omega. Linda, I’m warning you. This isn’t going to turn out the way you think it will. I will not have Ransom’s Omega upset over this surprise, nor will I let her be embarrassed. She’s gone through enough that I will disclose to you at a later time. But rest assured that this plan of yours will not succeed.”
I noticed Runaway Bride is getting alot of traction but after thinking about it what do you guys think of a Nobel au! Peaky blinders being added to it? I’m stuck between regular and nobel right now
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Warning: This content could be explicit sexual situations, depictions of violence or abuse, or other ‘adult’ content not intended for younger readers (MINORS DNI). Some readers may find the following content disturbing. Reader’s discretion is advised.
tw: soft yandere
Platonic Yan! Dad Regis, Platonic Older Sister Jubelian x f!reader
AN: Here is a fic that no one asked but I did. Welcome to RK’s Isekai Agency where reader gets isekai’ed to manhwa (well that’s the concept)
Regis
He knows there something special about his youngest daughter. You always told him that you’re not a kid and you came from a different world. Regis will just brush it off as he thinks it’s all part of your imagination.
One day, he can’t no longer ignore it. You told him how your parents from your past life treats you and how you died.
As you stared at him with your innocent eyes, it dawns him that his poor child can really recall her past life. Since then, he begin to listen to your stories. Sometimes, he will ask you to have afternoon tea with him and tell him what you remember from your past life.
Regis’ stomach churns as he listens to your story. How can you live with such terrible parents, and all the hardships you had been.
He will make you sit in his lap and assure you that he loves you. Regis won’t let anyone treat you bad.
Because of his love for you, he will send you somewhere safe. Somewhere that the tyrant king can’t reach you. He will be heartbroken that you have to grow up somewhere far from him.
Regis will exchange letters with you and your guardians to make sure that you’re safe.
He is happy that you understand the reason why he has to send you away. Your warm letters makes him happy and he often smiles at how talkative you’re in your letters.
Your father finds it normal that you send letters with many pages because you have many things to say. He always look forward about your stories about your garden, the food that you cook, and about those kids you’re teaching how to read and write.
One day, once everything is fine. You’ll come home in the duchy with him and your older sister.
He will spoil you with everything he couldn’t give you because you’re far away.
Jubelian
You’re never mentioned in the novel, that’s why Jubelian didn’t know about your existence.
She will feel bad that she forgets about you. Somehow, you’re not in Jubelian’s memory.
Your older sister will ask your dad about you. She’ll be surprise to know that you’re someone who got isekai’d just like her. But, you’re more of a reborn than isekaid. Regis will talk nonstop about you, so your sister can remember you. He wil encourage Jubel to exchange letters with you.
Jubel will be hesitant at first, but she felt happy when she received a reply from you.
It became a habit for her to exchange letters with you. There are times she will go out on shopping and find something she can also send to you along with her letter.
Your older sister will rush your father into writing his letter for you, so they can send it together.
Jubel always look forward to your letters just like Regis. She feels like she’s close to you through the letters.
She can’t wait to be with you. Jubel will decorate your old room and fill it with the latest dress and shoes.
Soon, you’ll come back and wear those dresses. Jubel always imagine of doing things with you. You mentioned in your letter that you cook and bake, she often imagines you baking for them. You, Jubel, and Regis in the garden having tea while laughing.
