#servant reader

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

you: exists eclipse, sun, moon, anyone with taste: BEAUTIFUL, STUNNING, GORGEOUS,

#bones of a rabbit #bones of a rabbit au #betrothed au #royalty au #servant and royals au #fnaf au #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf eclipse x reader #fnaf eclipse x y/n #silly fluff #heart eyes moment #servant reader #royal sun #royal moon #royal eclipse #also im not that good at outfit designs so uh. srry sdfkhsdfjhd #also they r wearing a headpiece like. a tiara or smthn #thats what that is idk if its clear or not

[frogzxch]

Trueform!Sukuna x Servantgoddess!Reader

Summery:

Reader is basically in a servants body which is like her vessel in this era and she was secretly a goddess from another uni but unexpectedly she died in her world and got rebirth when the servant touch a red spider lily

Slight smut, fluff, death, didnt fully proof read huhu

Word count? I dont know

As always the two face man again killed a servant for a small mistake and you have to clean the body after it was getting annoying for you as you wish to go back to your home your own world but sadly you died as you already prepared the tools you will use for cleaning the body one of the concubine entered the throne room scared such a beautiful girl pure and innocent on the outside but yet naive and stupid in the inside the king of curses doted her alot Sukuna has favorite concubine and less favorite one

" There's my good girl come here... " Sukuna spoke on a soothing and velvety voice

The girl immediately go to him on his throne as he tap his lap the concubine sat on his lap obediently you already know what will come next the king will just fuck the life out of her on his throne again you can hear loud moans from the girl as Sukuna fucks her hard in her wet cunt the girl was blank on her mind as she is full of Sukuna large cocks it was discusting for you as you were done you silently go out of the throne room and in a insan you open the bag of the body and puke

" eww....god give me back my life jesus I can't take it anymore "

After disposing the body you proceed to go back and just do what servant usually do that is serving and helping and sleep and wake up early the cycle goes on and on your lucky enough to be alive. As days turns week and weeks turns into months you were desperate to go home and try to find a way every night you would cry silently in the room figuring out how to go back to your own world in peace...

" you servant girl I need you to pick up some fine kimono in the market hurry! "

Ahh the concubine who the king of curses loves only for pleasure her name was Yuri Ryomen she was getting on your nerves to as well sometimes you just wish your powers and immortality will be back so you can just kill this mf in peace bu sadly god punish you I guess as Yuri throws the golden coins at you, you just pick it up and bow then go out of the temple and head your way to the nearby village and go to a store after buying you notice Yuri was running at you in a scared expression she push you forward then you see a curse....a large one you look at her

" m-my lady please stay back "

In a instant she throws on a tantrum and scream like a child throwing a rock at the curse it was big and scary looking with four red glowing eyes looking like a shadow with smoke sharp teeths ready to bite it's prey but in the moment it seems familiar to you it was like your companion in your world with no hesitation you rush to the curse Yuri was in full shock but ran away as soon you go closer to it she left you but no worries to you once you touch the curse it recognize you and it communicates to you

" Y-Yn....I can't believe it it's you my lady! " it's voice echo's through your ears no one can hear it speak other than it's owner you smirk and felt much more confident

" My lovely companion such a lucky day to be with you again, I hope you don't miss me to much hm? " You pat it and it goes through your skin it was going in your body that you stole, you two became one it's like venom hihi you giggled and look around then just go back to the temple like nothing had happend.

Next day you haven't heard anything about Yuri it's like she disappeared from the world without a word as you serve the food to your master the king himself he quite senses something in you, you can sense his eye looking at you piercing deep in your soul " you.. " your heart start to beat so fast you raise your head " yes master? " Sukuna was still looking straight at you coldly " Come closer.. " you nodded and go closer to him as he stands up on his throne and goes to you he was 7th tall and damn the size difference " what is it my lord? " He brush the strands bothering your hair suddenly he leans closer he can see something deep in your eyes " You can't hide yourself from me my little flower " in a instant you froze and look at him " w-what... " he let out a deep chuckle " don't play dumb y/n....why do you keep hiding? First you got killed now your locking yourself up in this servant body? " he lifted you up with his upper set of arms and you hold onto his shoulder as his upper right arm cuped your small fragile face as the other upper arm kiss your left hand you we're totally confused yet felt strange " what are you doing...im confuse.. " you look at him with a confuse expression " dear....I will make you remember.... " and after cupping your face he gesture his right upper hand to your forehead and your true identity once again reveal your hair color changed and also your eyes and face to your goddess form....

At the end you live with him trying to process what happend....

Sooo yeeehhh plot twist the goddess yn was actually kuna late dead wife and kuna decided to look for a concubine and there is yuri, well Yuri basically got killed by him because in that curse scene he was there watching all along it was a test and when he found out abt you he instantly didn't hesitate to have you back to become his wife once again his queen his one and only love

#jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #wife reader #fem reader #fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #true form sukuna #servant reader #slight smut #fluff #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #goddess reader

[the-broken-truth]

Yandere One-Shot: Platonic Yandere Dimitrescu Family w/ Young Female Maid Reader [PART 3]

Broken Truth: Hey everyone, I've completed the script for the third installment of our storyline. Let's get started! Enjoy, My Shadow Pups! Let the words weave together!

Quick Summary: [Name] [Surname] is the youngest of three daughters on her father's farm. While she takes care of the farm and her ill mother, her elder sisters spend their time being lazy and spending any money she makes. They often complain about their financial situation but do nothing to improve it. Frustrated with their lifestyle, [Name] decides to apply for a job at Castle Dimitrescu. Despite her mother's dismay and her sisters' delight, she lands the job. However, things take a dark turn when the Lady of the Castle and her daughters take a personal interest in [Name]. They decide that her family is no longer deserving of her, leaving [Name] to face a difficult choice.

Notes:

[Name] is 15 years old.

[Older Sister] is 27 years old.

[Middle Sister] is 23 years old.

[Father] is dead and gave the farm to [Name] in his will because he knew she would take care of it.

[Mother] is 57 years old and has a deadly illness. There's an elixir that the Duke has to heal her but it's expensive.

Regardless of her young age, [Name] can cook, clean, bake, sow, and repair rather well, as if she were a professional.

[Part One] - [Part Two] - [Part 3] (You Have Arrived)

[Castle Dimitrescu - Dining Hall - Supper Time]

Alcina Dimitrescu sat at the head of the table, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her beloved daughters for dinner. As she looked around the dining hall, she couldn't help but notice that it was spotless. Despite having occupied Castle Dimitrescu for some time, it had never looked this clean before. The runner was free of blood stains, the wooden floor was perfectly polished, and the carpet was swept and also free of blood stains. The goblets and fine china that rested on the table were free of dust. Everything was perfect. Alcina gazed at the maids who stood at attention against the wall, ready to serve their mistresses, including the newest addition to her collection: [Name] [Surname].

The owner of the surname farm stood with perfect posture, her hands behind her back, her focused eyes locked on the lady's voice, ready to act quickly and effectively. She had been taught by her father to be efficient and attentive. Despite hours of cleaning and preparing, her uniform remained flawless, free from wrinkles and dust. Alcina was impressed; usually, maids would have wrinkles and dust on their clothes after the first day, but this girl was different. The Lady of the Castle was intrigued by her and would keep a close eye on her. There was something about her that Alcina couldn't quite put her finger on.

Alcina's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of buzzing coming from the halls - from the corner of her eye, she could see the maids tense up at the sound of her daughters approaching but the youngest maid remained as still as a statue, completely unaffected by the sound of the Dimitrescu Daughters coming closer to her location; was she unafraid of the Young Ladies of Castle Dimitrescu? Alcina couldn't help but wonder and smirk - she would insert the fear of Castle Dimitrescu within this girl.

The first to enter the dining hall was Bela Dimitrescu - Alcina's Eldest Daughter and - in her opinion - her most responsible daughter. Bela's hood was down, allowing her long blonde hair to flow behind her as she hovered over to her seat and took a seat to the right of her mother.

"Sorry for being late, Mother. I had to wake Dani up to make sure she didn't miss dinner again." Bela explained.

"I understand, My Daughter. We do not want your sister attacking the nighttime maids for a midnight snack again." Alcina groaned as she recalled what happened the last time her youngest daughter skipped dinner - that was a difficult mess to deal with, the blood stained one of her favorite paintings that Donna painted for her. She kept the painting in her art room, trying to think was ways to remove blood from it without damaging the artwork - easier said than done.

Soon enough, 2 more clusters of flies entered the room and formed into the Middle Child of the Dimitrescu Family and the Youngest of the Dimitrescu - Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu. Cassandra's long brown hair flowed behind her as she hovered to her seat while Daniela stood there running a hand through the shaved side of her red hair. She started heading to her seat when she stopped, sniffed the air for a while, and turned to look over to the maids - who stiffened as her eyes raked over them until they stopped on the newest addition of the maids.

"OH! What have we here?" Daniela asked with a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat's to shame as she hovered over to [Name] - who locked eyes with Daniela as she looked her over as if she were examining a shiny new toy. "Mother got us a new toy to play with and this one smells so good! What's your name, pretty thing?"

"Lady Dimitrescu, permission to speak?" [Name] asked as her eyes remained locked with Daniela's and her hands remained behind her back.

"Your request is granted, Maid [Surname]." Alcina said - surprised that the maid would have enough respect and common sense to ask her lady and mistress permission to speak to her daughter; this one was very different from the others.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Lady Daniela. I am [Name] [Surname] and I look forward to being of service to you." [Name] said as she placed on hand across her chest to place over her heart and bowed her head to show her respect and submission to Daniela.

"OH! Mother, I like this one! Can I keep her, please?! I promise not the break this one like I did the last time!" Daniela said as she turned to face her mother with a large smile and puppy eyes.

"No, darling. Maid [Surname] is not a toy. She is a rather hard worker for her young age." Alcina said.

"Really? How old is she?" Bela asked.

"She is 15 years of age, My Eldest." Alcina said.

"Only 15 and she is working as a maid here? Are you certain that is a good idea, Mother?" Cassandra asked.

"Quite certain. Do you see the dining hall? She cleaned it as her test to prove that she would be able to handle work around the castle." Alcina said as she gestured around the dining hall.

"How the hell did she get the blood stains out of the runner? Even the old stains are gone." Bela asked.

"I used lemon juice, Lady Bela." [Name] said.

"Lemon Juice? That actually works?" Daniela asked.

"It most certainly does, Lady Daniela. I used it all the time to get the blood stains out of my clothes during my farm work." [Name] explained. Daniela looked at [Name] with a large smile on her face before she hovered over to her seat and sat down beside Cassandra. The family waited for the chefs to arrive from the back with the food. Tonight's dinner of fine steak with blood sauce, the family ate but Danield seemed displeased.

"Mother, the blood on this meat doesn't taste all that good. What type is it?" She asked.

"The chef told me it was A+. Is there something wrong with it, my daughter?" Alcina asked.

"Most of the dishes they serve have A+ Blood and I have grown sick of the taste. I want something different. Don't we have other blood in stock?" Daniela whined as she dropped her fork with a piece of steak still on the end. Alcina explained that A+ Blood was the only type they had in stock because that was the dominant type from the donors who were paid for their blood but Daniela was still displeased.

"Lady Dimitrescu." [Name's] Voice called out, causing the Lady of the Castle to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?" Alcina asked.

"If I am allowed, I might be able to aid Lady Daniela with her problem. May I try something?" [Name] asked. Alcina was curious about what the young girl was planning and gestured her hand in a way that told [Name] she was allowed to proceed. The youngest maid walked over to the table and removed her hands from behind her back while her right hand reached into her pocket and pulled out a small knife. She opened the knife and used it to slice open the palm of her other hand, allowing the blood to build up from the open wound, and held her hand over the steak Daniela was eating, allowing her blood to spill over the meat. [Name] moved her hand around to ensure every inch of the steak was moved in blood before she retrieved and piece of cloth from her pocket wrapped her hand to stop the blood flow and nodded to Daniela, who sliced a piece from the steak and took a bite - her eyes widened as the flavor of the blood hit her tongue.

"My daughter... Are you alright? You have grown silent." Alcina asked. Daniela said nothing as she continued to cut the steak and consume it like a starving creature until it was gone - she then attempted to lick the blood from the platter but once it was gone, she turned to face [Name] with a crazed look in her eyes.

"More! I want more!" Daniela lunged from her seat and grabbed [Name's] forearm, yanking the cloth from her hand and forcing the bleeding wound to her mouth to drink as much of the blood as she possibly could. Alcina - completely confused by her daughter's actions - rose from her seat to stop Daniela but the calmness of [Name's] face told her that she wasn't in danger - the young maid didn't fight as Daniela drank her blood and soon enough, the young mistress pulled away, licking the leftover blood from her lips with a smile of satisfaction on her face.

"Has your appetite been sated, Lady Daniela?" [Name] asked.

"This... This was the best blood I have ever tasted. What is your blood type?!" Daniela asked.

"To the best of my knowledge, I am AB Negative." [Name] explained.

"AB Negative? I have not heard of that blood type. I have heard A Negative, even B Negative, but never AB Negative." Alcina said with confusion in her voice.

"It is a rather rare blood type, Lady Dimitrescu." [Name] explained, "Another rare blood type - also known as the Universal Blood Type - is O Negative."

"You know a lot of blood types." Cassandra said.

"Just enough to stay alive. Never know when you might need a donor, it could just save your life." [Name] said.

"Are there anything other people in the village with your blood type? Your sisters perhaps?" Alcina asked.

"To be honest, I am not certain, Lady Dimitrescu. My sisters were not very keen on having blood work done or having examines from the village doctor." [Name] said.

"I want to taste her blood as well." Cassandra said as she rose to her feet.

"No! She is mine! Her blood is mine, too! I tasted it first, so it's mine by right!" Daniela said as she held [Name] close to her chest while hissing at her sister, who hissed back.

"You can't just hog the rare blood bag for yourself, Dani! That's not fair!" Cassandra yelled.

"Now, now, daughters. That is enough. Maid [Surname] needs to rest from allowing Dani to drink her blood. We shall deal with this situation in the morning. Maid [Surname], you are dismissed. Return to the Maid Quarters and get some rest. Your work resumes tomorrow." Alcina ordered as Dani released her grip on the girl.

"As you wish, Lady Dimitrescu." [Name] said as she bowed and walked out of the dining hall with all eyes on her.

This girl - this rare blood type - was going to be interesting to keep around.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #female reader #servant reader #yandere dimitrescu family #platonic yandere

[running-with-kn1ves]

A/N: short scenario I dont really remember writing but am glad I did :0.

Male! Yandere x Servant Gn! Reader

"What is wrong with you?" Your body jerked forward as you were torn into a bedroom. The door slammed shut, the man holding onto your wrist pulling you into his chest. 

"Flirting with the Count? Spilling wine on his pants in front of me?" 

The man behind you scoffed, quickly untying your apron as you fumbled backward into him.

 "Sir, wait--!" 

You urgently tried to pry his hands off but were quickly restrained. His fingerprints left bruises on your overworked skin, marks of obsession and jealousy. 

"Quiet. Don't want anyone to hear us. Unless you want them to know I'm punishing you?" He watched you turn away and wince. "Hmm? Do you want me to invite my guests in and let them watch? Watch me touch you--" 

You squirmed and whimpered as he grabbed your face to kiss you. His lips pushed you against the door as your head hit the frame, his body forcing itself against yours as a hand crept up your clothing. The man's tongue slid against yours, hot breath mixing together.

"Please," you talked between his rushed kisses. "I have to… have to get back to the kitchen and…prepare."

Your head pushed against the door with a loud thump, as you were sandwiched between it and the aristocrat on top of you. You were terrified of those who could hear outside the room, who were probably listening to you be shoved against the wall and devoured.

 "Why would I let you go after you made a fool out of me?" His lips kissed every inch of you, sucking your skin to leave love bites on your neck and shoulders. You could feel how sensitive your flesh was, feel how his teeth grated against your skin as he unbuttoned your collar. "You didn't even react when I touched your leg under the table,

so naughty."

"What was I supposed to do," you half protested, half-moaned, tensing up as you tried to keep your mouth shut. Your tongue was forced to slide against his as the lord desperately pushed himself on you.

Picking up your leg, he began to grind against the other. The man sucked and bit your lip as he feverishly kissed you, trying to hurry before his disappearance from downstairs was noticed. 

"You shouldn't have made yourself so tempting, now everyone wants a piece of you… but I won't have that." He gripped your thigh and huffed in your ear. "The count was practically undressing you with his eyes, and you let him." 

"But I-!"

"Don't deny it you little flirt. You're trying to get his attention because you wanted me to notice, huh?" He smiled against your neck. "Well, I've noticed. And I'm not letting

 you go without being reprimanded. Can't have my little servant running around with some bastard…"

He gripped you harder and clenched his teeth when saying the last part, obviously upset. The man took out his frustration by nipping at your neck.

"That would never happen! You don't know what you're saying--" You put your hands on his chest and tried to push him away. But his red lips and possessive eyes showed your escape wouldn't be that easy. 

"I'm a man, I would know! They won't stop until they have you! Especially, with your sweet little voice, tempting them." He looked at you with a lovestruck gleam, stroking your cheek. He softly melted for a brief moment. As he slowed, taking in all of you. But the tender second turned hard and cold, as he changed to look down at you with an upset frown. "But you'll learn to stay where you belong. And tonight showed me you need a little more training."

You gulped, feeling his thumb stroke your throat as he kissed your cheek. 

"Now, maybe your punishment should start on the bed."

#yandere stories #yanderecore #yandere romance #dark romance #yandere #tw yandere #x reader #reader insert #writing #self insert #kn1ves rants #yandere x reader #male yandere #servant reader #drabble #short drabble #writing thots #yandere thots #knives rants #running withkn1ves

[doodle-pops]

It's been half an hour since I woke up and I can't get this stupid mess out of my head. - Reader is a maidservant, silently pines after Maedhros like a lost puppy, finds him appealing and having a distinct charm despite his scars and flat affect that might make others hesitate - Is overcome by her burdensome heart in the middle of tidying his quarters and lays on his bed for a short while - Knows that elven society is a good deal more conservative than the race of men (certain formalities in courting, avoiding sex before marriage, etc), not that she'd want to subject herself to a one-night-stand even with the person she loves - Seesaws between being realistic about how her love would always be unrequited vs utterly despondent

Anon, go back to sleep. What is this angst and dilemma early this morning? Why is your brain doing this to you...to us? Putting yourself through the pain for a good plot, noteworthy. I love it (both plot and pain) 😀👍

Me to reader: Continue to silently pin, get up off his bed and get back to work.

#[ plot doodles ] #maedhros #servant reader #silmarillion imagine

[loserlovesattention]

Blood of Fire Chapter Two Jacaerys Velaryon x Servant Reader

Summary: The day had been long and hard and lonely... So when the princes asked for a princess, how could you refuse?

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Reader

Chapter Two 

The following weeks were a whirlwind of lessons, duties and exploring. All the excitement made you practically devour all your food when you ate, and rush through the corridors to get to your next activity. This rambunctious behavior earned you more than a few scoldings and extra chores. You couldn't help it- there was so much at Dragonstone to do and see and learn!

“Ladies do not run in the halls, scarf down their food like savages and especially squirm while standing!” Lady Jeyne lectured you. 

“I'm sorry, my legs hurt!” You whined. “How much longer must I do this?” 

“You will do this all night if you continue to shake!” 

She must have seen the tears welling up in your eyes at her outburst. Her voice softened.

“Y/N, when you become an attendant, you are expected to stand for long hours at a time. How do you think it would make the princess feel to have her servants lounging around, while she must be on her feet all day?”

You nodded at that, desperately trying to blink away the tears that gathered in your eyes. 

“Remember; keep your shoulders back.”

Shoulders back, stomach in and chin high, you thought.

“Don’t lock your knees! Standing at attention does not make you a statue, you must relax!” 

You exhaled the breath you were holding, urging your muscles to release. 

“Better, much better.”

Many minutes must have passed; when you glanced out of the window yet again, you found the sun had moved to setting over the horizon. 

“Let us continue this tomorrow, you are dismissed.” Lady Jeyne relented.

You curtsied before you made your leave, anxious with anticipation.

You learned quickly that evenings were the best time of day. By then everyone's day time activities were winding down and a majority of the household had about an hour's worth of downtime. Some of the gentlemen ushers and stablehands would play cards in the servants cookhouse. A couple of washerwomen would attend the sept to pray. A majority of the maids returned to the maiden's chamber to sow and gossip. Even the Maester would emerge from his cell to keep long important discussions with Lady Jeyne. Your mother often enjoyed long walks around the castle with the older ladies, talking about nothing and everything. 

Helyn and you found such activities tedious, forced to make your own sources of entertainment. On bleak rainy days, the two of you would find an unoccupied window seat to play with the few toys you possessed. Other days, the two of you played tag or hide and seek in the deep caverns located beneath the castle. But on clear sunny evenings such as this one, there was nothing more you loved best than climbing up to the rookery to watch the dragons. 

Ever since the royal families' arrival, the dragons they owned had been kept in the pits just below the keep. And on glorious days like today, they were released to roam the island as much as they pleased. To lure the beasts back, the dragon keepers would leave out freshly slaughtered cows or goats-sometimes even live ones.

It was exhilarating to see the sun gleam off their scales as they ascended into the air. Even from a distance, you could feel the gusts of wind from their wings when they flew past. The orange light from their blasts of flame seemed to fill you with an overwhelming, powerful sensation, which you had never felt before. 

When the dragons roughhoused, they would shriek boisterously- the large gold one especially. The smaller ones often fled from the fighting to perch on the lower roofs of the castle, or catnap in one of the courtyards. 

From time to time either the prince or the princess would emerge to saddle their dragons themselves and vanish into the clouds. 

Never together, you noticed. Well, mother had once told you married couples should spend some time apart. Otherwise they may tire of each other's presence. Perhaps dragonriding was something the two used to have some private time? 

As of late, the two oldest princes have been spending more time training their own dragons. The younger commanded the smaller pale one, crested with crimson. While the elder commanded the larger green one, whose wings shined like bronze.  

“Why don’t they ride them?” You wondered once. “If I had my own dragon, I would do nothing but spend all my days flying!” 

“I don’t think they’re big enough to ride.” Helyn answered. “You have to wait until they can support your weight or else you may crush them.”

However, you were in no mood to visit the rookery today. Helyn had come down with a chill and was sentenced to bed rest, at least until the fever abated. Going alone just wouldn’t be the same. 

Where have I not explored yet? You pondered. 

A majority of your lessons took place in the unused chambers inside The Stone Drum-the massive tower on the West side of the fortress. It was fascinating to go there on stormy nights, to listen to the roaring waves and howling winds. Occasionally lightning would light the room bright as day, before the whole tower shook with thunder. 

“You mustn't fear the storm Y/N,” You would remember, “Do you know where storms come from?” Storms are gifts from the Gods; to make us brave and strong. Sometimes you even liked to close your eyes and feel the vibrations all around you. This is what being inside a dragon must feel like…

Of course you had seen some parts of The Sea Dragon Tower, where the rookery was kept. But you were forbidden to enter The Maesters Chambers there, as well as The Royal Apartments where the princess resided. Helyn had taken you to the Tower Cells there once, only to find it empty and unmanned. Of course that hadn’t stopped you from playing jailor and prisoner there. 

“Aegon's Garden is just outside The Windwym Tower,” Helyn had explained. “You can only get there through a long corridor called The Dragon's Tail. I’ll take you there when the weathers good enough.” Why wasn’t the weather good enough today? As far as you could tell today had been the warmest day of the year! 

“Pardon me,” You asked one of the passing footmen. “I am still new to this keep. Could you please tell me where I may find The Dragon's Tail?” You made sure to bat your lashes at the end of your question. All the adults around here were fond of children, and practically bent over backwards when you played innocent.

“Of course, it is down these stairs, across the gallery and to your left.” He said, pointing. 

“Thank you!” You bowed low, before scurrying away.

There were many levels inside Dragonstone, each with their own purpose and stories. Some parts held broad stone arches and columns. Others contained statues of basilisks, demons, griffins, hellhounds, manticores, and wyverns. To the most grand and ancient rooms, you found their doors set inside the mouths of stone dragons. Even the torches throughout the corridors and halls were held in dragon's claws. Very often you found yourself gazing at all the details embedded around you; lost in a world of wonder.

It’s all like a dream from which I hope never to wake!

Even The Dragon's Tail was furnished in the grandest manner; with rich tapestries and detailed oil paintings adorning the walls. In the very center on the left hand side hung the largest painting of all: a family portrait.

In the middle stood a tall, robust man with a square jaw, short pale blonde hair and a matching close cropped beard. He wore a richly colored velvet doublet, a matching cape and a steel circlet studded with large square shaped rubies. On his left side was a slightly older woman, with the same pale blonde hair piled in braids atop her head. Shockingly, she wore mans mail with a grand three headed dragon on the chest. She even clutched a sword like the man beside her, albeit a lighter more feminine sword to fit her smaller frame. Lounging in a chair on the other side was a more girlish, gentle beauty. Again, the same pale hair but she wore it long in curls cascading down her chest. Her silk dress hugged her curvaceous body lewdly, fine stacks of bracelets adorned her wrists, and around her neck she wore a string of the largest diamonds you had ever seen. 

the conquerors, you knew instinctively. King Aegon and his sister queens: Visenya and… Rhaena? Rhaenys? You racked your brain to remember, but couldn’t find a clear answer. 

As a child you loved playing Visenya in your games with the other children. Often getting into trouble for playing too hard, whacking so forcefully with your pitiful tree branch; imagining it to be a sword.  

“Visenya was not like most women,” Mother used to tell you. “She was a great warrior, maybe even greater than her brother. She even wielded a Valyrian steel sword called…”

What had her sword been called? What was the name of the dragon she rode? It all seemed so distant now. It felt shameful- once you knew every detail about your idol, and now that you were face to face with her you couldn't recall a thing. 

You gazed longfully at the painting one last time before you departed.

I wish I was born sooner, when you lived here. Would you have noticed me? Would we have been able to be friends? 

Aegon's Garden looked nothing like how you expected. In all your fantasies, castle gardens were full of fountains, marble statues, large luscious trees and flowers that bloomed in the most vivid colors. 

This garden was sparse and dark. There were no fountains or statues to be found. The trees were tall thin pines that casted long shadows. There was a cobblestone pathway, but instead of being lined with posies, it was  smudged between towering thorny hedges. 

It was no pretty paradise that reminded you of peaceful meadows. No, this reminded you of the scary stories your father would tell, of deep dark woods that hid wolves, bears and wild cats. It was fitting for Dragonstone, you supposed. An equally dark, strange and exotic place.

Cautiously, you followed the path deeper into the garden. This was a castle after all, surrounded by strong high walls; you had no wolves, bears or cats to fear here! The path winded left and right, between a mixture of pines, shrubs and thorn bushes before emerging onto a clearing. In the center of the clearing there appeared to be a small pond beneath a looming black dragon, which appeared to be carved from pure volcanic stone. 

You kept your eyes on it as you moved closer. Was it volcanic rock? It was so black and shiny it must be-

“Ouch!”

You failed to notice the boot sticking out from under one of the bushes and fell sideways into the grass. 

As soon as you did notice it, you reached forward to pull back a branch, revealing the person lying there. Who in the world hides inside a bush beside a busy path?

“Hey!” 

It was a young boy, even younger than you. With a mop of curly hair and wide brown eyes-

“My prince? What are-” 

“There you are! I found you!”

A few feet in front of you stood the eldest prince, expression wide and excited.

“Looks like I win again!” 

Instantly, the younger prince jumped to his feet and out from the bush.

“That wasn’t fair! You didn’t even find me! I want to go again!” 

“Does it even matter? I’ll still win anyways!”

As the boys continued to argue, you did your best to remove yourself from the situation. Backing away slowly, you went to return the way you came. Perhaps you can wait to explore the rest tomorrow with Helyn…

“Wait! Maid!”

 Behind you was the eldest prince, trailed by his pouting brother.

You did your best to bow, remembering your lessons.

“My prince, please forgive me for intruding-”

“You may rise, there is nothing to forgive! In fact, there is something my brother and I mean to ask you.”

“Yes, my prince?”

“We’re starting a game of Come Into My Castle, and we need a princess to rescue…”

You had never heard of such a game, did they want you to find someone who did? Or…?

“What Jace means is, do you want to play with us?”

It was very tempting. The day had been lonely and uneventful without your friend, and you longed to play in a group like you had back home. But were you allowed to play with them even if they asked? Your mother or Lady Jeyne had never discussed it.

“You won’t get into trouble if that’s what you fear.”

You thought on it some more. Your one and only friend was gone for the time being. You were awfully bored. They had, in fact, approached you. They did say you wouldn't get into trouble… 

“Okay! How do you play?”

                                                           ~*~*~

“It’s not fair!” Prince Lucerys whined,“You’re bigger and stronger than me!”

“All is fair in love and war!” Prince Jacaerys whined back, mimicking his brother's high pitched voice. 

It turned out Come Into My Castle was not a very amusing game. All you did was scream when Jacaerys dragged you away by the arm and hid you in one of the trees. Whenever Lucerys tried to save you, only to be chased off by his brother, you occasionally cried out; “Oh save me my prince!”

When the two switched places, Jacaerys as the hero and Lucerys as the villain, nearly the exact same thing would happen: Jacaeys would best his younger brother at every turn, until Lucerys gave in to his exhaustion. This time Jacaerys had come out on top yet again, pinning his younger brother to the ground until the poor boy's face was full of dirt.

You waited until the round was finished before you spoke.

“It appears I win again and the Lady is mine to keep!” Jacaerys roared, offering his hand to help you down at least. As the youngest in your family, it pained you to watch the youngest at the mercy of the oldest. Immediately you thought up a game that may help.

“Perhaps we should play something else?” You proposed.

“Such as?” Lucerys asked excitedly.

“Such as…” You reached down to undo your belt, before loosely fastening it around Jacaerys waist. “Capture!”

The two boys stared at you, clearly confused. Perhaps this was not a game the highlord's played?

“One player, Jacaerys, must wear this belt. He cannot take it off. It is our job to take it from him!” Lucerys seemed to perk up at that.

“So it is like tag!”

“Exactly! And so we are not just chasing Jacaerys until he is too tired to run…”

You looked around briefly before picking out the best landmarks. “The stone dragon and the backgate are safe. Jacaerys can place his hands on those two things and we cannot take the belt from him- as long as he is touching those two things.”

“And what is stopping me from just staying in the safe spots?” Jacaerys asked, skeptically.

“You can only stay there for, let’s do thirty seconds, so you can catch your breath. Once those thirty seconds are up the belt is ours to take!”

Lucerys was practically bouncing up and down with excitement, clearly thrilled to finally have a chance to best his brother.

“I still don’t know…” Jacaerys asked, perhaps sensing a threat to his winning streak.

“Please!” Lucerys begged, “It sounds fun! And besides you’re still faster than me.”

“And it’s not like you’re afraid to be beat by a girl, right my prince?” You chimed in as sweetly as you could, again batting your lashes.

Prince Jacaerys considered it for a moment, before nodding his head reluctantly.

“Alright.”

If only he knew.

Boys are much faster than girls, you knew. But comparatively you had more running experience. But you couldn’t flaunt it, not yet. You had to lure the prince into a false sense of security first, before you won the game fair and square. 

So during the first few minutes, you always stayed two steps behind Jacaerys, with Lucerys trailing on your heels. To and fro it went, back and forth. When the prince's breathing grew more labored and his pace began to lag, you decided to pounce. As he circled around Lucerys, making a beeline for the dragon statue, you reached out snatching the belt clean from around his waist.

“Point!” You cried, triumphant. 

 Jacaerys appeared shocked, then determined.

“Okay, this time you wear the belt and we’ll see how well you do!”

Needless to say you lasted much longer than Jacaerys had, knowing the right time to zig zag, dip and dodge. You only relented when you noticed Lucerys still trying desperately to keep up. So it was to him which you gave the honor; winding around one of the trees and running right in the young boy's direction. 

“I did it! I did it!” Lucerys called.

“Boys?” 

You froze in your tracks. You recognized that clear sweet voice, even though you had heard it only once. 

Sure enough standing above you on the lower balcony, just overlooking the garden, was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne herself- Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. Had she been there this whole time?

You dropped to your knees instantly, silently praying to The Gods for mercy. Jacaerys had assured you were free from any trouble, but still. You had not thought to get her permission before agreeing. Was going behind her back treason?

“What are you doing?” She didn’t sound upset. In fact she sounded simply curious, or at least you had thought so.

“Just playing mother!” Jacaerys called up to her, “We should be done in a couple of minutes!” 

She smiled at that, before glancing down at you, regarding you with careful violet eyes.

“And who is your friend?”

It hit you then, you hadn’t even bothered introducing yourself to them before you started playing. Of all the shameful stupid things- 

“Y/N, your grace. The princes asked if I should like to play with them so I-”

She held her hand up to silence you. 

“Very well. Make it quick, supper is almost ready.”

And in a quick flash of black brocade, the princess was gone. 

“Told you it was fine.” Jacaerys said, grabbing the belt from Lucerys and fastening it around his waist again. “At Kings Landing our uncles never wanted to play games with us. Aegon was too busy chasing girls, and his brother was…Well...So we played with the serving children instead. Mother never minded.”

You sighed in relief, placing your hand over your racing heart.

“Oh good. I had thought-”

“Are we going to finish the game or not?” Jacaerys teased. 

“Last I checked we still don’t have a clear winner!”

#jacaerys x reader #prince jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys strong #jacaerys valaryon x reader #self insert #fanfic #hotd #house of the dragon #servant reader #commoner reader #class differences #childhood friends #friends to lovers

[fandom-go-round]

What do you think if reader in fgo is a heroic spirit aka servant?

Oh this is fun! I’m going to do a couple of different high-level versions just cause!

If I was going to make a Reader Servant, I would do a Rider class. A class that’s strong but not one of the strongest. I would go for a more futuristic Reader, someone who’s a hero-not-yet-alive. Reader’s mount would be a motorcycle, but their outfit wouldn’t match at all, something long and flowy to move in the wind.

Reader would be a traveling hero in a post-apocalyptic world, traveling from city to city helping to clear monsters out. They do their best to stay positive in a bleak world but it can be tough. Reliable and sarcastic, Reader is good to have in a pinch and making long trips.

For a more historical Reader, I would do someone based on the Headless Horseman. I know Hessian Lobo is here but I want something more concrete. Maybe mix a few classic stories together, make a horse rider Hero. Starting out with a motorcycle, Reader would slowly go from an old-fashioned carriage to the classic horse. I’d like to think that Reader’s head would be readily available but who knows. I also like the idea of Reader’s head coming off when surprised but it depends on how silly it gets.

Reader tends to get dragged into things, either by their Master or people around them. In a Grand Order setting, they’re not usually involved in main stories but are frequent side story characters. Reader enjoys living at Chaldea and interacting with everyone they can find. If summoned in a normal Holy Grail War they’re lot more serious, less willing to be joking. They get more get attached to people the longer they know them so Reader would do well in a longer war.

#fgo imagine #fate grand order #fate imagine #servant reader #rider reader

[scara-writes]

paramour

Yandere!Cheating Duke X Duchess! Reader X Yandere!Lover Servant

I just want to write a reader who has the same/more power as/to the yandere(s).

The setting is still in the fantasy/manhwa world, medivial, any setting as long it's not modern.

CW: two yandere, rivals, cheating, consent smut, infidelity.

I'm making the darling a little more forward(?), daring, more power or that can go against a yandere. Atleast, that's what the darling thinks. Also, this is not polished like my other stories.[ Forgive me, I'm not good with smuts! I also love y'all comments and your ask/request(will answer them soon!). The Yandere Emperor and Yandere Crown Prince son really outnumbered the yandere Omega. Y'all are crazy for that!]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Mistress." He murmured. His arms hadn't let go off your waist. It was the first thing your eyes landed on when the sunlight came in to greet a new day from the window balcony. You closed your eyes again to find your way back to sleep again.

Your hands went to trace his back full of scar last night from your nails. You hummed when he gave you a pepper kisses on your exposed skin.

"Morning." He gave you one last kiss on your lips before snuggling between your chest. His arms hadn't move around your waist since last night."Mmmh..morning..." You muttered looking away—eyes still close—from the sun when it kissed your face.

"Do you want me to call the maids to serve you breakfast?" His sweet voice lull to sleep more. You whispered no. Last night, this man gave you something akin to that of heaven, something your husband never gave you.

Last night, you made love with this man. The same man you rescued from the human trafficking, kidnapping commoner from the outskirts of the kingdom. Now, indebted by your kindness he devout himself to you with his life.

You groaned, feeling your body is aching all over. This goes not unnoticed by your lover."Did I hurt you to bad?" He asked. His earth orbs are gleaming with shine and now getting filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry, I was rough with you mistress." His voice full of regret and loathe on himself.

You opened your eyes, ruffling his curly brown hair before stroking it. Staring down at his eyes. "No. You did good." You smiled at him, cupping his face, before kissing him in the lips. He whimpered,deepening his into yours.

The intoxication of alcohol must have taken over you. Drowning yourself from alcohol after your husband didn't arrive on the scheduled date, you waited for him for a whole day to arrive. Alone in the gazebo, Everett was the one who went to your weeping figure. That was a month ago. Everett offered himself to shower you with his love. At first you feel reluctant about this, you will never be the type of person to use someone just so you can feel yourself happy. Everett didn't care about it whether you use him or not. He wanted to prove himself that you are worth to be love. This man made your heart flutter in a way that your husband once gave you before the marriage.

"I-I love what happened last night, my mistress." He whispered bashfully, his pretty swollen lower lip,you bitten hard last night, went to reach his eyes giving you a wide smile. The sun kissed his tan face adding a charming look. His neck has full of bites and bruises from you. His cheeks become a little darker shade from blushing, he must have reminisced something last night.

Now, you made him your lover. Though not completely in love with Everett. You also shower him with items or materials that most commoners would love to have but it doesn't seem like this man is materialistic. He just wants you.

You didn't hide Everett to your husband.

What's the use of hiding your fling to Theodore when he was the first one to cheat on this marriage?

Despite being loyal to that man you loved. He had the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't pry on his private his life after you confronted him with a newly hired maid going out. "Our marriage contract states that the two parties should not meddle one another's private life else this contract shall be annuled."

So all of his flexing his love for you was nothing but a hoax? A show? A lure for you to agree to marry him?

Though, your marriage with him was for the politcial marriage. You once fell in love with Theodore. The same man who gave you flowers everytime you two date, the same man who kissed in your cheeks after he walk you home, the same man who always writes poems about his devotion to you. Did he pursuade you to continue this marriage by making you love him so that the two duchy became one? It may seem like you wanted this marriage at first. You didn't, your family wanted it and they have asked you—no annoyingly, they plead you to marry him, because your parents and his parents signed a contract that their children will reunite the two duchy.

"Your ladyship, the duke asked for your audience to join him in the breakfast." Your butler from the other side of your room, outside the door, knocked and speaks after. You frown upon hearing it, looking at the closed door, what does he want?

You feel strange about your husband nowadays. He had been asking for your presence this past few days. Never once he called for you after your wedding with him.

You clicked your tongue and turn to look at your lover. You saw Everett's face was frowning too. "Fine, tell him I'll be there." You announced to the butler. You look back at the man leaning his weight on you. You tap the curly haired lover to let you go from his hold yet he didn't budge after moving yourself to sit up instead you heard yourself going 'oomfh!' and find your lips were on his again. You groaned while he moaned weakly. He pushed you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours until you were out of breath. A string of saliva trailed between your mouths. Everett was smiling before diving his lips into your skin, to one of your chest, fondling the other. You feel a little ticklish and panting at his stimulation. "Eve—! Wait! Ah..." Your voices went unheard, The male's mewling sucking on to your flesh like thirsty man who hadn't had a drink.

Your hand went to tug his hair as you moaned out his name. "Shi—Eve... Oh! S-stop... Ah.."

His other hand goes to put one of legs above his back and parted the other leg, accessing himself between you even more."m-mistress!"

You groaned when you felt him grind between you. He looked at you with a pleading eyes, he look like he will cry again, the tears filling up yo the side from his eyes. "M-mistress." He whined his mouth was already in another mound. You feel his hardness between. "p-please? I'll be good! Please... huff..I'll make y-you feel good!"

Your eyes are hazy from the pleasure. "You want.. hah... it?" His eyes getting filled again with tears. You tug him by the hair not enough to hurt him. You landed your lips on his ears. Panting and breathless when you felt his hands is still fondling your body. "You got..ngh... to earn it, pretty boy." You murmurs made him whimpered. "You have to be my good boy... Are you my good boy?"

He nod, a tear fell down to his cheeks, he leaned down to your lips, murmuring, i-am-your-good-boys, thank-yous and I-love-yous.

The room filled with noises that could make anyone flustered and uncomfortable. You didn't realize from your high you are feeling that the butler is coughing uncomfortably behind the door excusing himself as he will inform the duke what you told him earlier.

You went down the stairs with a difficulty, aching between your thighs. You can't find any dress to cover the one hickey on your neck, Everett apologize and helped you cover it with a foundation but it failed horribly from covering seeing that the foundation wasn't blend well and you do not want your maids do it for you. Not when you found out that almost all of them had already been with your husband. You were planning to replace them sooner.

You stopped at the closed door leading to the dinning room. The butler from earlier straightened his posture, clearing his throat after he saw you. He announced your presence behind the door opening the door for you."My lord, your ladyship is here."

You walked in after thanking one of the male servant for pushing the seat for you once you sit across the lord of the household, your husband, the Duke.

The breakfast before you was served cold. If you have arrived earlier you could have eaten warm. You glance at your husband, surprised that his plate has not been finished and it looked like he didn't touched it. You noticed his eyes is trained on to you since you came in, yet his eyes isn't on you but to your neck and the way you walk earlier.

His grey eyes seemed to be narrowing, he scoffed. "You're late."

You glance away, picking one of the utensil, stabbing the meat, landing it to your mouth chewing it. You gulped it down before taking another bite. The marinated pork seems to be delicious even if the breakfast a little no warm.

"It seems you are enjoying with your toy a little too much." He added, there was anger rising beneath his voice.

Oh, the egg is a little bland but it is still edible nonetheless.

"There are more new reports about your speculated infidelity to the public. Do you know that?"

You looked at him after eating the last piece of the sunny side egg, smiling: finally acknowledging hus presence."Yeah, what about it? It's not like it will ruin our marriage. After all, you had a numerous of headlines about your 'rumored' infidelity too. Did our contractwas nulled after that? It didn't right?"

"(Y/n)."

"Yes, husband?"

His eyes widened a little before going back on giving you death gaze. "Kick that slave away. I don't like him." He demanded. Though he wasn't shouting. You frowned, how dare he?

"Why would I? It's my decision whether I choose to throw him out or not." L

"I do not want him near my property." He complained, gritting his teeth at the last word.

"This is my property as well!" You sternly answered back. Not leaving another room for an argument.

There was silence between the room.

"... I... don't want him near you." You heard him. You blinked at the sudden word that blurted in his mouth.

You scoff standing up, "I think I had my fill..." You starts walking back to where you enter the room.

"(Y/n)." Theodore called you. You didn't observe the way his eyes longed for you. You were focus on the anger within you. "Are we forgetting something, Theodore?" You questioned.

He pondered, those orb you used to love held a confusion.

"Meddling into your partner's private life will annul this marriage... Wasn't that written in our contract?" You bitterly told him. "Sounds familiar right? Do not dare demand me to throw away Everett." You added.

Finally waiting for this moment for this to happen. Guess he will get to taste his own medicine.

"... As long as we do our part in this household we will act as husband and wife. Is not that what you told me?"

"..."

"Now then, I will excuse myself. I have no longer desire to finish my breakfast here." With that, you leave him there.

When you reach the door, opening it, you were surprise to see Everett waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. Your frowned face was replaced with a confusion look before giving him a small smile. The man infront of you return your smile with a small grin, placing one of his arm on your waist."W-well, I feel bored and alone in my own room. So I found myself waiting here w-with the butler. Besides I saw you walking wobbly earlier and I-I am concerned that you might have even more difficulty walking... So f-forgive me for not staying put." The look concern on his face adding the pout from his lips made him look cute.

"What are you a puppy?"You poke his nose giggling as you walk away with him, your eyes went back to talk to the butler. Telling him you want to continue your breakfast at your garden, asking him to make it for a two people. The butler bowing to your order before going to the kitchen area to order the maid.

Your husband on the other hand, loath with rage and jealousy mixing under his eyes. His eyes narrowed especially when the slave you brought in leaned on top of your head kissing at the crown part of your head, leaning to your ear to whisper something akin to sweet talks. The arm around your waist went rub your back.

If only you glance again on Everett's face. You would have caught him giving your husband a smug smirk.

#yandere #yandere lover #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere boyfriend #clingy yandere #yandere husband #yandere love #male yandere x reader #yandere boy #yandere male x reader #male yandere #yandere servant #yandere x reader #yandere duke #soft yandere #yandere cheater #should I make readers like this? #love yall comments and requests <3 #updated my masterlist loll #yandere imagines

[bunny-yan]

can you write more about the yandere king pls

TW:non-con touching, imbalanced power dynamics, implied violence, mentions nudity, minors DNI

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“Yes, your highness.”

He couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at the edges of his lips. 

An order given, command received, and your response?

“Yes, your highness.”

Sweet, sweet words that dripped like honey in his ears.

It didn’t matter that he’d heard those words from the day the goddess decided to bless his life givers with their only son. His birthright. Servants, nobles, and foreign royalty alike uttered the same words, but when they came from your lips they sounded like poetry. Obedience from lips that were his, head bowed, your subservience an oath. Your words, your vow. 

The order wasn’t important. 

He could tell you to crawl around on the floor, on your hands and knees and you would stay there until he was bored. He’d told you to remove that pesky clothing and although your hands were hesitant, your demeanor reluctant, you obeyed. 

“Yes, your highness.” would come your quiet reply. Movements methodical, clothes slowly fell into a heap around your feet until there was nothing left to remove.

He never did understand why you bothered to hide your nakedness. It was hard to believe that you were still shy knowing he’d already seen everything. Already experienced the taste of your skin, ingrained your smell into his memory. Maybe you didn’t like the way his eyes stared as if he was gazing into your very soul. Maybe you felt vulnerable, exposed and cold. Maybe you simply liked having him order you around, liked whispering the same words that had him crossing his legs and resting his head in his head. From his seat he observed you, lounging as if arrogance was his second skin. 

You wished he would get it over with. It was a usual undeserved punishment. You no longer bothered to guess what mistake landed you in this position, but that didn’t stop you from wondering if it was because you had taken too long to retrieve the pen from his study, lingering away from his presence longer than you should have, or if it was because you’d brushed across that nobleman the two of you passed when the two of you went on your daily walk. There were no obvious signs of his anger or irritation, so he could be doing this simply for his own amusement. It didn’t matter because the result would always be the same. This agonizing slow torture, meant to degrade you, to put you in your place, to show you just how little control you had in your own life. Sometimes it felt more painful than the bruises he would leave. 

The silence only made it more unbearable. 

You felt his eyes sweeping over your body, taking his time as they dissected you. 

Could he see the way you would tense, trying to remain as still as possible so his eyes wouldn’t be tempted to stare longer? Did he notice the goosebumps that spread like a plague lasting as long as you resisted the urge to shudder from the chill that gripped your spine?

Your back was locked straight, hands resisting the urge to clench into fists as they rested flat on your thighs, feet together. You didn’t hunch over, though it was hard to avoid when you were neglected the basic protection you could offer yourself. You stood straight, not giving him a chance to elicit that disgusting response. 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The words were empty, coming from a doll rather than a person. 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Reminding you time and time again of the words you couldn’t say. The orders you weren’t allowed to disobey. You never knew how much embarrassment, how much fear, how much resentment could build from three simple words. 

Your gaze snapped to his feet when he uncrossed his legs, body tensing before you could think of what he’d do. Of what he’d subject you to this time, but you felt an undeniable disgust at the fear he invoked in you and at the sight of one leg lifting over the other as he settled back into that comfortable position and continued to watch you without a word. You were thankful that your head was bowed, because you were unsure you would be able to properly maintain a plain expression. 

“Turn around.” he called, speaking as an intrigued spectator. 

The display obeyed. 

You couldn’t make it too quick or else he would make you do it over again. Goddess forbid you insinuate you want to get it over with. You would be standing in the same spot until your knees were ready to give out and even then, he would only be oh, so helpful to assist. If that meant you had to stand directly in front of him with your hands braced against the arms of his chair, feeling every breath he took, you would remain there until he was finished. 

You took small, shuffling steps, feelings of awkwardness and foolishness remaining as a tiny spark despite the many incidents you underwent to grow use to this treatment. You didn’t stumble as your feet tangled in the clothes beneath your feet, grateful to save yourself the embarrassment as you completed the rotation he asked for. You didn’t have a chance to settle before he was giving you another order. A gross hope that he was ready to end this filled you as quiet steps led you directly in front of him. 

You couldn’t avoid his eyes when you were so close. It’d always bothered you how collected he remained despite his callous treatment. 

Holding up a hand, he expended no effort as he said, “My glove.” 

You nodded, continuing to avoid the gaze drilling holes into your eyes. One hand landed on his wrist, his gaze broiling with something you tried to ignore as your other hand plucked at the cloth on each finger before slipping the accessory off of his hand. 

There was no acknowledgement other than the bare hand that rested itself on your hip. You gripped the glove in your hand, tensing before you could force yourself to remain relaxed. He didn’t notice or he didn’t care as his thumb kneaded into your hip.

“You’ve lost weight.” he commented, grateful that he didn’t look to you for a reply. It was difficult enough to mindlessly follow orders, having to think of a way to soften an explanation for your tormentor was hell. 

What would you say? Because of course it wasn’t his fault. He only wanted what was best for you, especially if that meant you would need to be disciplined. If you were locked in a room without food or water for a couple of days for shying away from his touch, it was your own fault. If your punishment continued because you didn’t beg and plead for forgiveness, content to endure instead of giving him the willing affection he so desperately craved, it was your own fault. What he asked for was not difficult to achieve. It was painfully simple. 

Do what he said, when he said it without any indication of rebellion and you would be fine. But those pesky little habits of avoiding his eyes and leaning away, that annoying flinching that you still had yet to shake only made him give more difficult orders. His demands growing with his frustration. 

His hand slid up the side of your body until it rested at the top of your ribs, sliding across your body and tracing patterns in the dips and curves he found.  

He couldn’t deny that a part of him that enjoyed the side of you that tried to resist him. 

It was a waste of time, but the lack of understanding you had created an unpredictability in your behavior that was enticing. 

How you would gamble and how he would punish you. It was a cycle he couldn’t get tired of. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, a small smile dancing across his lips.

It was a question with no right answer. 

“Yes, your highness.” His smile only grew. 

Drawing his hand away, he spread his arms, beckoning you to come closer. 

Again, you hesitated, aggravating his displeasure. He held back the urge to snatch you closer, needing to control himself if you were going to fully face your punishment. 

He was patient, noting the way you took your time, avoiding his touch until the very last moment until you were unsettled in his lap. 

Arm wrapping around your waist he gave you no time to prepare as a hand slid between your legs. You let out a gasp, your body instinctively jerking away, but he held you tighter, ordering you to be still. You turned your head, pushing your face past his shoulder so he wouldn’t see your flushed face. 

You tried to think about something else, anything else so you could get your mind off of his demanding fingers, and strangely enough an old memory surfaced, one you’d long since forgotten in your time of servicing your prince, now king. 

You’d rarely enter the King’s study. Not only were you responsible for his son, the prince who resided in the Eastern domain, you being the lowly servant that you were had no business being anywhere near the King’s palace. But today was different. You had documents that your father needed for his duties and as the King’s butler, the first place you went to look was where the King would naturally be. 

You were anxious at the thought that you had to appear if only a moment before the King, only growing more so at the lack of guards in front of the King’s door. With no one to announce your presence, you debated whether you should knock and after hearing muffled voices and noticing a crack in the door, curiosity and the lack of watchful eyes led you to peek in. 

A sense of pride overwhelmed you at the sight of your father serving the King. You’d always wanted to be like him when you were younger. But it froze, heavy in your gut when you watched your father bend to pour tea into his majesty’s cup. You thought nothing of the hand that came up, the same hand that brushed across your father’s cheek. 

You questioned what you’d seen. Maybe it was a mistake, but it was soft, gentle even and regardless of the excuses you came up with in your mind it didn’t sit right with you. You stared at your father’s undisturbed face, stolid as the King spoke words too soft for you to hear,but your father’s response melted the anxiety you felt into undeniable dread. 

“Yes, my King.”

You couldn’t remember if you’d given him the documents you needed. You don’t remember anything apart from leaving, nothing the prince doing or saying that day able to shake you out of your stupor. 

Despite the resentment you felt for your king, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was the goddesses blessing in disguise. 

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere male #ask #gn reader #king!yandere #yandere king x servant reader

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

somehow, in the betrothed au, SUN, of all himbos, is the most smooth of the three morons. i mean he's a total wreck at most things (baking) but so far he's the only one that's flirted WITHOUT immediately turning into a tiny pile of shame and regrets afterwards. wait he might be the only one thats flirted period, the other two idiots cant even think abt it without almost imploding.

Sun: 1 Moon: 0 Eclipse: 0

#betrothed au #royalty au #royal sun #servant reader #royals and servant #fnaf au #bones of a rabbit au #silly fluff #hurt and comfort #comfort to fluff #hurt/comfort #longing and loneliness #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #doodles #sketches #srry for how ugly these doodles are btw lol *dies* #god i wishh i could get my shit together and post here more consistently im sorry #anyway #*turns into a pile of wet leaves*

[misstycloud]

Yandere servant

Yandere!servant who is loyal to you only. Of course he has to listen to others in your family, otherwise he'd lose his job, but your word will always be his priority.

Yandere!servant who is eternally grateful that you took him in as a young orphan boy with no place to go. No one else wanted a filthy boy at their doorstep and turned him away instantly when they saw him standing there and asking for shelter. You were different though. You didn't throw rock at him or call him bad things.

Yandere!servant who can help you with anything. To repay you, he has made sure to be educated in various topics. Don't ask him how he learned all those things. It won't be what you think.

Yandere!servant who is at your beck and call. He’ll do whatever you order him to.

Yandere!servant who hates when you smile to the other servants. Why are you paying attention to them? They’re all useless. Bet they can’t even mop the floor properly while he had the ability to do numerous tasks.

Yandere!servant who wants you to only use him for your needs. He wants to clean your room, give you advice, help with documents and accompany you everywhere.

Yandere!servant who can only dream of being with you. Your relationship would never be accepted by society. A noble and a common street rat; it couldn’t work.

Yandere!servant who personally didn’t care about status, but what he thought didn’t matter to the higher class. Besides, he didn’t know what you’d think of those relationships and wouldn’t wish for you to be uncomfortable.

Yandere!servant whose sole chance of having a future with you is to attain a higher title. He definitely could with his intelligence. Perhaps he could invest in business among other things.

Yandere!servant who has to quit working for you in order to become successful and marry you. Despite the years it would undoubtedly take, he would remain faithful to you and always carry you in his thoughts.

Yandere!servant who will come back outstanding; someone worthy of your hand.

#oc #obsessed #yandere #male yandere #possesive #yandere oc #toxic #bad relationships #short story #yandere boyfriend #misstycloud oc #yandere servant #noble reader #noble reader x servant #yandere servant x reader #yandere x reader

[the-broken-truth]

Yandere One-Shot: Platonic Yandere Dimitrescu Family w/ Young Female Maid Reader [PART 2]

Quick Summary: [Name] [Surname] is the youngest of 3 Daughters on her Father's Farm, but she is the only one who cares about the farm and her ill mother while her elder sisters laze around and spend any Lei she makes while always complaining that there isn't more. Tired of being poor and always struggling, she decides to apply for a job at Castle Dimitrescu, much to her mother's dismay and sisters' delight. She applies and gets the job but what happens when the Lady of the Castle & her daughters take a personal liking to [Name] and decide her family is no longer worthy of her?

Notes:

[Name] is 15 years old.

[Older Sister] is 27 years old.

[Middle Sister] is 23 years old.

[Father] is dead and gave the farm to [Name] in his will because he knew she would take care of it.

[Mother] is 57 years old and has a deadly illness. There's an elixir that the Duke has to heal her but it's expensive.

Regardless of her young age, [Name] can cook, clean, bake, sow, and repair rather well, as if she was a professional.

</Part Two (You're Here)/Part Three>>

[Castle Dimitresecu - The Foyer]

[Name] stood in the middle of the foyer with her hands behind her back, feet together, with a large smile on her face - she was going to be the Lady of the Castle, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, about her joining the Maids and Maidens of Castle Dimitrescu. Her hands were locked behind her back and were slightly sweating but she was confident in her abilities, however, the lady was known to be rather picky with her servants, but [Name] did hear about what Alcina said about the results of the Dining Hall Cleaning and wanted to meet the maid that was responsible for it. Thus, she wanted to meet [Name] and the young farm owner was going to do what she needed to do to make a good impression and keep this job; her mother's life was on the line here. That's when the sound of clicking hit her ears and she looked up to see the tall woman of Castle Dimitrescu looking down at her with Madame Cheshire at her side with a long cigarette in hand; golden eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised.

"Madame Cheshire... Why is there a child in my castle when I asked for the maid that cleaned the Dining Hall with such perfection?" Alcina asked as she looked at her Head Maid, who began getting rather nervous with her next answer.

'I mean, can you blame her for bringing nervous around the First Lord of the Romanian Village?' [Name] thought as she looked up at Alcina and Madame Cheshire.

"You see, My Lady, this child is the maid that cleaned the Dining Hall to perfection. This is [Name] [Surname] - the owner of the [Surname] Farm and our newest maid." Madame Cheshire said as she looked down at [Name] with a smile, but Alcina wasn't convinced.

"You mean to tell me that this 'child' is the one that removed the bloodstains from my runner and carpet? I find that rather had to believe." Alcina said as she began walking down the stairs.

"I wasn't too sure to trust her resume either, My Lady, but she offered to prove herself and I gave the challenge to clean the Dining Hall before lunchtime. She completed the task due to the lemon juice she asked for." Alcina looked at Cheshire with confusion on her face.

"Lemon juice?" She asked.

"Lemon Juice apparently removes bloodstains, my lady." She said.

"And yet, a child knew this instead of adults?" Alcina stood before [Name] who bowed her head to the woman and remained in that position until she was told to stand straight once again. "You are wise to bow to your lady and mistress when she stands before you, child. Tell me, you are the one who cleaned my dining hall, was everything on your resume true? You are the owner of the [Surname] Farm?" Alcina asked as she circled the girl at a killer slow pace as if she was stalking her like a predator stalks its prey; the clicking of heels echoed in [Name's] ears but she was calm...on the outside. Inside, her heart was being against her ribcage.

"Yes, my lady. Everything on my resume was true. I am the one who cleaned your dining hall and I am the owner of the [Surname] Farm, I got it from my father after he passed away a while ago." [Name] continued to look straight - not wanting to look into the predatory glare of the woman circling her.

Alcina chuckled at her height.

"You are rather young for the responsibilities of running a farm. Don't you have siblings that could own it before you and just how old are you, child?" Alcina asked.

"I am 15 years old, My Lady. I do have siblings - two older sisters - but my father felt like they weren't worthy of the farm because they never helped him with it, so he gave the farm and land to me." [Name] explained.

"Two older sisters? Do they not work?" Alcina asked.

"No, My Lady. I am the only [Surname] Daughter that works, all they do is spend the Lei I make on nonsense purchases; stating that since the money was made by the farm and they are members of the [Surname] Family, the money is also their's to do with as they please." [Name] resisted the urge to frown at this but Alcina saw the twitch of her lip and hummed before standing directly before the girl, reaching her hand out to grab the girl's chin between her thumb and the side of her index finger, making her look up at her - into those golden glowing eyes.

"If you have the farm, you have an income. Why come to my castle and make yourself a servant?" Alcina asked in her dangerously low voice as she looked into [Name's] [Eye Color] eyes, searching for any kind of lie.

"My mother is dying. There is an elixir that can save her life but it's rather expensive. The Duke sells it but when I was close to purchasing it, my sister used the money on a book. I was upset and the cold does nothing for my crops. I need the money, Lady Dimitresecu, and I'm willing to face any kind of danger for it." [Name] finished.

Not a single lie.

Not one.

This girl before her was telling the truth and looked into her eyes while doing it. Alcina exhaled and released her grip on [Name's] chin before turning away and walking in the direction of the stairs.

"You may remain, child. Your work is good and it's clear that you aren't lying to me. Madame Cheshire, give her her schedule and allow her to begin working." Alcina said as she walked up the stairs, puffing her cigarette as she went. [Name] smiled and exhaled as Madame Cheshire gave her a piece of paper with a list of chores. [Name] read it over and asked where the kitchen was so that she could start cleaning that before dinner.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #servant reader

[redtsundere-writes]

sukuna and servant!reader is so good!! looking forward to rescue more of them <33

Eyes On Me | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x femservant!reader

Sypnosis: Uraume can't play chess with the king right now, you must step up. Contents: Obsession, pining, kinda fluffy, mentions of blood and body parts. Uraume uses they/them pronouns. Word Count: 2404 words. Author's Note: I love writing this ship. People have been asking me to make this a series. I'll try my best lol I think you can still read them individually, but there's a preferred order.

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Sukuna hates humans. It's a fact of life. The sky is blue, roses are red and Sukuna hates the disgusting creatures that humans are. He has so many reasons to hate them that he doesn't even know where to begin. Humans are annoying, weak, clumsy, but most of all, stupid. They make decisions without thinking through the consequences. They prefer to spend their money on temporary pleasures and end up bankrupt by not prioritizing their survival. They worry about unimportant things such as social status, religion, and traditions. Sukuna hates humans, but boy, are they entertaining. 

Sukuna tends to study his servants very carefully. Even though they only clean, cook and obey his orders to a tee, it was fun to watch them interact with each other. He finds it fascinating how the servants gossip in whispers, how the gardeners concentrate to prune the bushes well despite their hands shaking, or how the cooks taste the food several times so that it’s up to their majesty's standards. It was like watching dozens of filthy lab rats in the middle of a social experiment. Although… There was someone special he loved to watch, no matter what they were doing. 

You had finished all the chores for the day and decided to help the cooks prepare dinner because you had nothing better to do. Your muscles were exhausted from having spent all morning cleaning the porcelain sculptures, the large frames of the paintings in the great hall, and the king's jewelry so they could sparkle in all their glory. You had been assigned the task of peeling potatoes, so there you were. Sitting at a table with a small knife, peeling potatoes while listening to the chaos going on in the kitchen. Uraume was busy preparing a special passion fruit tea for the king. The special coming from the water that was inked with human blood. Sometimes you wondered if Uraume had always agreed to cook with humans or was it something they got used to because of Sukuna's orders, but since they never talked about themselves, you never asked. 

“Fuck!” A cook yelled when the frying pan caught fire. 

Your eyes widened at the flashy flare. Uraume put the tea set aside to attend to the emergency. With some ice from their magic hands, they put out the fire in a jiffy, but left the kitchen a mess. They began to berate the cook with smacks in the head and curses for his ineptitude. The cook just apologized over and over again, but that wasn't enough for the head chef. 

“You!” Uraume called. You put your task aside to attend to their orders. “Take the tea to our king and tell him I will be with him when I settle this situation.” You nodded and took the tray carefully to go in search of him. 

After Sukuna gave you permission, you entered the library with the golden tray in your hands. The library was the coziest room in the entire castle. Its high walls were covered with huge bookcases filled with books, maps, and scrolls. There were long desks of works and hundreds of candleholders everywhere to enjoy reading during the evenings. He was sitting in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the game table, a small wooden table with a chessboard on top. The king was surprised to see you there despite having specified Uraume's presence. 

“I didn't ask you to come,” Sukuna said chidingly as you served him tea at a small table next to him. 

“Uraume had to attend to an emergency in the kitchen. They'll be here once everything is under control,” you replied as you set down the fragile cup of blood tea, adorned with small pieces of eyeball floating on the red surface to give it texture. 

Your gaze traveled to the chessboard, it had been a long time since you had seen the king playing. You knew from the other servants that he was a good player and only plays with Uraume or some brave guest. This was no ordinary board. You could see that each piece was handmade and had luxurious detail. The pieces were made of white quartz, the eyes of the horses were rubies and the crowns of the kings were made of jade. It was the most beautiful board game you ever saw. 

“Do you know how to play?” Sukuna asked out of curiosity. 

Being a servant, you surely had not received the same education as he did. Well, almost no one was on his level when it came to education. Sukuna was a master mathematician, a skilled debater and could threaten his enemies in 5 different languages. You hadn't been as lucky. You're good at cleaning, cooking and taking orders, but what else can you do? 

“Yes,” you answered with a smile. 

That answer surprised him quite a bit. Although chess was a game that was rapidly gaining popularity among the middle class, it was not a game for women. It was a game that required intellect, always thinking two moves ahead and knowing how to read your opponent. You didn't look like a girl who could do all that. 

“Sit down,” Sukuna ordered you. 

“I warn you that it may be a short game. It's been a long time since I've played,” you warned him as you sat down. 

Sukuna watched you with great attention. Your eyes scanned the board as if it was the first time you had ever seen one, your hands rested gently on your thighs and you smiled nervously. You may have known the rules of the game, but you didn't know how to play. The king took your word for it. 

“Ladies first,” he asked you to start.

“My pleasure,” you said as your dominant hand moved over the pieces to decide what your first move would be. 

Your father had taught you how to play. He always wanted a son to inherit the family business, but your mother only kept giving birth to women, so he had to resign himself to you. Your mother taught you how to be a lady so you could get married as soon as possible and your father taught you about the business so that your future husband wouldn’t take advantage of the family money. You used to sit in front of the wooden board and talk for hours after dinner. Your father may not have been the wisest or the most astute man, but he had left you a very important lesson: Always look people in the eye to know their true intentions. 

This was one of the few times you came face to face with Sukuna. Because of his title as king and the great difference in height, you were always beneath him, physically and psychologically speaking. You were a simple human, while he was a king with the power to get rid of whomever he wanted with a simple movement of his fingers. Although his presence made you feel vulnerable, you didn't resent him. You had a relatively comfortable life serving him, but sometimes there was a need for you to show him that you were more than a servant. This was a good opportunity to do so. 

Sukuna's eyes were not on you, they were on the board. His gaze denoted boredom. He was waiting patiently for you to make the first move. If you waited a little longer, maybe he would yawn. He overestimated you, you had to use that feeling against him. You moved a pawn to the C4 square, a common move among beginners.

“Finally…” He said in a monotone voice before quickly moving the knight to the F6 square. 

Each of you took turns to move the pieces quietly as time went by. You took your time with each move, while the king only needed to look at the board from time to time to know what to do next. You could take all the time in the world, but he would still eat all your pieces. Even though it didn't seem to be an interesting game, you could at least keep up with him. Sukuna's queen advanced towards yours, standing face to face. One false move and your king was in trouble. 

“Check,” you said as the queen retreated two squares diagonally, leaving her free to begin the attack on the king. 

At that announcement, Sukuna woke up from the trance he was in to concentrate on what he was doing. He smiled with satisfaction as he noticed the change in your body. Your hands had relaxed, your back was straight, and your eyes were glued to his. You knew exactly what you were doing. You didn't need to tell him verbally that you would destroy him at his own game, your eyes told him clearly. It was as if you were dissecting his soul bit by bit until you left him completely naked.

Your hands were interleaved with each turn. You moved quickly as you realized that Sukuna had already noticed your active presence on the board. Sukuna returned the queen to his side. An interesting move. It was wise to know when to back away, but you noticed one thing in his eyes. He had no plan, he just acted based on his understanding of the game. He moved like in real life, using only his killer instincts. 

“Check,” you announced again by moving a knight up. 

“Not so fast,” Sukuna told you before taking the horse that was threatening his king using a queen. You smiled as you saw that his majesty had fallen into the trap. By moving his pieces like that, Sukuna had fully exposed his king. 

“Checkmate,” you announced the end of the game as soon as you moved the white queen close to the black king. And only then, the poor maid defeated the almighty king. 

“Well, well...” Sukuna sighed in awe as he looked at the board with extreme curiosity. He couldn't be mad at you. He had let his guard down. You were playing even before the game started. 

There was someone special he loved to watch, no matter what you were doing. Sukuna would always hyper fixate on you whenever he noticed your presence around him. You could be cleaning, chatting with your companions or eating some dried fruit in the garden, and he would still only notice you as if nothing else in the world existed. You were the most interesting human he had ever seen. Sukuna tried to look for a logical reason for his obsession with you, but he couldn't do it. You looked like a simple being with clear goals, but he was sure you were hiding something behind your perfect facade. 

Someone knocked at the door. Sukuna sighed, he wanted to be alone with you longer, but now was not the time. Uraume entered the room and was surprised to see you sitting with his majesty. Something strange had been going on between the two of you for months. They had even debated the idea of asking the king directly about you, but hadn't worked up the courage to do so.  

“There was an inconvenience in the kitchen. Sorry to keep you waiting, your majesty,” Uraume bowed in apology. 

“Lucky for you, you sent a good replacement,” Sukuna said before smiling at you in satisfaction. 

Uraume instantly understood just by glancing at the board. You had beaten the king, something even they could not easily accomplish. They could tell that he was looking at you like no one else. It wasn't a look of disgust or boredom, it was a curious look. Like that of a child looking at a group of kids playing in the playground, wondering if he could come over to play with them. 

“If you'll excuse me, I have to go,” you said as you got up to give the seat to Uraume. “Good game. It was a pleasure to play against you, my king,” you bowed. 

“Good game,” Sukuna whispered so you could leave the room. 

Sukuna and Uraume started a new game as soon as you returned to the kitchen to peel potatoes. They quickly noticed that something was occupying her majesty's mind. Their white pieces were eating his black pieces easily and his moves were slow compared to previous games. Uraume could tell that the game against you had changed the way he played.

“What do you see in her?” Uraume asked him after a move. 

“Am I too obvious?” Sukuna asked them before getting up from his seat to start prowling around the library to clear his mind. “What do you think of her?” He asked her as he stopped in front of the window to admire the land. The large green lawn stretched all the way to the intimidating entrance of his wonderful castle. 

“She is a dedicated servant and a perfectionist. She does all the chores in a timely manner. She is as good a servant as any other. The real question is: What do you think of her?” Uraume asked as they watched him from their seat. 

“She has potential.” 

“Potential? Potential for what?” Uraume arched their eyebrow at the confusing statement. 

“She has the potential to become a queen,” Sukuna replied confidently. 

Sukuna Ryomen was known among the kingdoms for being an unorthodox king. Not only because he took kingdoms left and right as if it were nothing, but because he has a strange way of ruling his people. He did not care about social classes, behavioral labels or unwritten codes of human coexistence. Everyone was inferior to him regardless of gender, race, or religion. He was the god of this new world and everyone had to obey him, just like that. 

The fact that he wanted to have a queen went far beyond just following the established patterns of classical monarchy. Sukuna must have a reason why he wants to have a queen other than just because, but there was a more important question on the table. 

“Your majesty, you can get any woman you want. You can get a beautiful woman, with more training and presence, why would you settle for a servant?” Uraume asked in confusion. Sukuna smiled. It was a good question. 

“She has something much better than that,” he answered before continuing the game as if nothing happened. Uraume looked down to see that Sukuna had checkmated them.

Author's Note: I poured my poor knowledge on chess for this lol I hope it makes sense.

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#fanfic #fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #jjk imagine #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #fluff #jjk fluff #king x servant #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #jjk ryomen #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #ryomen x reader

[emelinstriker]

just gonna drop these from yesterday's vc on the discord server lmao

#eternal servants au #doodle #lmk x reader #sun wukong x reader #esau x reader #esau wukong #esau nezha

[garbagechocolate]

Did I ever post this

#trashlate #micah #m/c #bloodmoon #bloodmoon fnaf #fnaf bloodmoon #bloodmoon x reader #assassin bloodmoon #servant of evil au #au #art #digital art #oc art #oc #doodle #doodles

[loserlovesattention]

Blood of Fire Chapter One Jacaerys Velaryon x Servant Reader

Summary: You begin your training as a chambermaid at the legendary fortress and ancient seat of house Targaryen, Dragonstone. It seems you’ve come just in time for the Princess Rhaenyra’s arrival. 

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Reader

Chapter One

“You mustn't fear the storm Y/N,” Your mother would soothe. “Do you know where storms come from?” Your answer was always immediate. “From the Gods! To test our strength and make us stronger!” Your reward was always a light kiss or a sweet caress. “Yes, my darling. Storms are our gifts; they make us brave and strong! Those who live in the easy parts of the realm enjoy easy lives, true. They know nothing of the cold, of toil, of suffering. But when the great storm approaches, the storm to end all storms-” 

“The dead will rise on its winds and we will be the only ones to greet them: swords in hand!” You finish. It was a measly little fable, to ease your anxiety and conquer your childish fears. These tales of greater storms that brought white walkers, grumpkins, snarks and ice dragons. At first the bedtime stories filled you with even more fear, dreading those monstrous beasts and wondering if you would ever live to see them come true. “You may, or you may not.” Your father would say, “But you must never ever fear them. If you fear them, you let them control you. Then you are dead before they’ve even had you. You will be strong and fight them, won't you?” You nodded. “With my own Valyrian steel sword! I will strike them down like Visenya Targaryen!”

Growing up in the shadow of Dragonstone, you knew all the tales of the legendary Targaryen family. They built and ruled Dragonstone first, afterall. Then they conquered The Seven Kingdoms, sired exceptional kings and rode the greatest beasts known to man! You were in awe of them, as well as envied them. Targaryens are closer to gods than men, you were told. They hold a power that no ordinary man can dream of possessing; dragons. 

In your childhood imaginations, you visioned yourself having a dragon of your own. You would play riding one into battle, flying the vast open skies and unleashing fire upon all those terrible monsters from your bed time stories. Once you had told your father of your plan to climb the Dragonmont, and claim one of the wild dragons there for yourself. You had never seen him so fearful before.

“Swear to me by all the Gods you will never do such a thing!” His grip was hard and clammy where he held your shoulders. He shook you when you did not answer. “Promise me Y/N! We are not Targaryens! We cannot control them like they do! Those monsters will eat you alive! Promise me!” You promised, of course. But that did not stop you from playing your games and daydreaming what your very own dragon would be like. Often you liked to lay in the fields and watch the dragons fly above you. Owen, the neighboring farm boy, had told you there were six dragons who lived in the Dragonmont. There had to be one at least willing to let you ride them. Just once, then you could return home in time for supper. Mother and father would never know. It could be a sweet secret that you could dwell on for the rest of your days… 

But like the mists that vanish in the daybreak, so too did these childhood fantasies fade. When you reached the age of eight, mother took you to work alongside her. “One day you will do as I do,” She explained. “It is best to learn when you are young. Then, you may be the greatest attendant Dragonstone has ever seen!” Attendant? You knew the true meaning behind the word and you had no desire to be a servant. “But I want to ride a dragon and wield a sword!” You cried. “To marry a prince and have his children to have dragons of their own!” There was a brief pause, before your mother cradled your face in her hands. 

“I know what you want, but we are not Targaryens. We do not ride dragons, or wield swords or marry princes. We were born to serve the Targaryens. We ride mules, wield trays of food and marry in our station. The Gods made and shaped the Targaryens to rule, we were made and shaped to be ruled. That is the way of things.” 

“No!” You wailed. 

“Enough!” She wailed right back. “I will hear no more of this madness! You will do your duty and obey! If you do not follow, I will throw you out on the streets where you can beg for your food!” Needless to say, you sobbed through the journey from your hut up the mountain to the castle. By the time you arrived at the gates, you had shed all the tears you could muster and stopped resisting all commands. 

“You will see.” Mother encouraged, “It is an honor to serve the highlords. You will take care of them, see to all of their needs, you may even see their dragons!” It was a sentiment that should have uplifted you, but instead it made you even sadder. I may see a dragon, but I will never pet one or feed one or give it commands… I will never fly.

When you dismounted in the yard, you were received by an older woman, nearly your grandmother's age before she had passed. Dressed all in black, with a hard lined face and gray hair immaculately arranged in a ceremonial headdress. She appeared stern and unsmiling. You did your best to curtsy like your mother showed you. 

“You may rise child, I am merely a servant, not a noble lady.” She said emotionless and stone faced. 

“Lady Jeyne, it is good to see you again.” Your mother said in a distant formal matter. Was this how everyone in the castle spoke? 

“You've missed much in your absence, Anne. The Princess Rhaenyra has sent word to make haste, she and her family will be coming to claim her seat.” Your heart seemed to flutter with excitement at that. A princess? A real Targaryen princess was coming here? Perhaps that explained why everyone took little notice of your arrival, rushing to and fro. 

“When?” 

“They depart in three days time. The castle has hosted so few people, as you can see there are many things to be done.”

“Then it is good I brought my daughter to help. I thought it time she learned her duties.”

“Ah yes, your youngest if I am correct.”

The Lady reached forward to hold your chin-inspecting your disheveled, tear stained face. Her eyes were a pale purple color you had never seen before. They were as lovely as they were terrifying. It took all you had not to squirm under her gaze.

“What is your name child?”

“Y/N.”

“Very well Y/N, I am Jeyne Waters the Lady Steward of Dragonstone. Do you know what steward means?”

You shook your head nervously.

“It means I run the household of this castle. I keep track of our accounts, organize our affairs and most importantly; tell you what to do and you obey. Understand?” 

You nod, eager for her to let you go. 

“Do you have any idea what is expected of you here?”

“I-I-” You looked to your mother, who waved you on supportively. 

“I will serve the highlords… See to all their needs?”

Finally, the Lady released her grip on you, seemingly satisfied by your answer. 

“That is the gist of it, yes. But there are many duties you must perform if you are to fulfill the lord's needs. Cleaning, mending tears, building fires, stripping and making beds, washing and folding the laundry, serving their food and pouring their wine…”

                                                         ~*~*~

You began your lessons at once. On the first day Lady Jeyne showed you how to scrub the floors, dust, sweep and build a small fire in an antechamber. On the second day you began learning how to properly carry a tray, bow, curtsy and address your betters. When the third day arrived your belongings were moved from the small closet where you slept, into the servants household. 

“You will be here with nearly thirty other maids.” Lady Jeyne instructed. “Some who have occupied this castle their whole lives, and some who are just arriving with the princess. You will grow accustomed to them in time. But if I hear of any squabbling, stealing or backbiting I will not hesitate to punish you severely. Understand?” 

You did not know what squabbling or backbiting meant, but you nodded anyway. 

The maids chamber was a small, dark, cramped place, with beds stacked so close together they were practically on top of eachother. There were unlit oil lamps that hung from the low ceiling, and straw that covered the floor like a canopy. When Lady Jeyne saw you staring, she explained; “The straw is to conceal herbs that smell when you step on them. It serves to keep the pests away and emits a pleasant fragrance. As for the lanterns, they are not to be lit unless strictly needed! We must save on all our resources.” 

Your bed was at the very back of the chamber, beside the stairwell that led to the kitchens. It was the smallest of all, with a space just below it to store your scrawny burlap sack. It was comfortable, you had to admit, far more comfortable than the mat you slept on back home. With an actual mattress, cozy patchwork blanket and a real feather pillow that made you think of resting your head on a cloud. “I love it. Thank you!” You told Lady Jeyne, remembering your manners. For a moment, a small smile graced her ever somber face, before she curtly nodded and returned to the business at hand. 

“The princess should be arriving shortly. If you would like to greet them with the rest of the maidstaff. I would suggest you dress in your best uniform and join the welcoming party in the great hall. You are free to stay here if you are too exhausted from the days activities-” 

“I'll join you.” You cut in excitedly. “I've always wanted to see a Targaryen!”

“Remember what I taught you. You will not speak to her, or anyone from the royal party, unless invited to. You must curtsy and keep your eyes down until she gives you leave to look upon her. Targaryens are blood of the dragon and they do not forgive a slight.”

“I remember, I'll behave I promise.”

“Very well. I will be in the great hall. I trust to see you there shortly.” 

After you had arrived, Lady Jeyne had given you three uniforms made from the same roughspun wool. They were rather big on you, and had to be tied with a leather belt around your waist but you did not mind. They were the finest clothes you had ever owned, they even had buttons just above the elbow to hold up your sleeves! So you made quick work of slipping on your favorite- the one with a white collar- and tucked your hair into your matching white bonnet. Unfortunately, the servants had no shoes that fit your dainty feet, so you were stuck wearing the hand-me-down clogs you had arrived in. Oh well, your dresses were long enough to hide your feet, you highly doubted the princess would notice. 

When you arrived at the great hall, you found the castle staff lined up neatly standing at attention. The serving men on one side of the room and the women on the other. You searched for your mother in the crowd, but it was hard to find her. She was a small woman after all, with common features, and with everyone dressed in matching uniforms it made your task even more difficult.

 “Here,” One of the maids said to you. “You should stand up front so you can see the better.” You hesitated, what about mother? You hadn't seen her since your arrival three days ago. She would not just leave me here would she? The maid interrupted your thoughts by grabbing your hand and pulling you to her side. “Your Anne's daughter. Don't worry she told us all about you, youĺl be treated well here.” She assured you. 

She was a tall slight girl, with brown eyes, ruddy cheeks and blonde hair that poked out from under her bonnet. You guessed she must have been between ten or one and ten- close to your age. “My name is Helyn.” She whispered to you. 

“Y/N.” You whispered back.

“Have you claimed a bed in the maiden's chamber yet?” 

“Yes, the small one by the kitchen stairs.” 

“Lucky! In the mornings you wake to the most wonderful smells there. Mines towards the middle, crowded up next to the wall and-” 

“Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne and The Lady of Dragonstone!” The herald boomed. The doors opened with such a flourish it nearly extinguished the torches that kept the room alight. At the very front of the arriving party stood the most beautiful woman you had ever seen; She stood tall and proud with a cascade of silver hair that ran down her back. Her gown was as black as night and seemed to shine like scales. She marched forward in even measured steps, knowing that the stones beneath her feet belonged to her and her alone. As she passed you, you remembered the protocol Jeyne had taught you. Deep curtsy, eyes low, don’t look don’t look don’t look. 

“Ser Laenor Velaryon, rightful heir to Driftmark and prince consort to Princess Rhaenyra!” The herald called again, and you watched a pair of fine leather boots march past and down the aisle, determined to keep your eyes down. The deathly silence that filled the hall made you nervous, but Lady Jeyne had warned you things here would be much quieter here than your village. 

“Prince Jacaerys, Prince Lucerys and Prince Joffrey!” The herald finished grandly, “Trueborn sons of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor, rightful princes of the realm!” Oddly, only two pairs of shoes passed you, making you glance up out of curiosity. 

There were two young boys, bedecked in fine doublets made from cloth of silver and sea green capes that trailed behind them. The elder stood with his shoulders back and chest out, clearly mimicking his mother. While the younger seemed to hunch over, cradling a bundle of blankets in his arms- a baby you realized. You averted your gaze again before anyone could notice. 

When the royal family stood together at the front of the hall, before the dais, did the princess finally relieve your anticipation.

“You may all rise!” She announced in a clear ringing voice. 

When you were able to look up, you gazed at them fully. Absorbing any and all details you could. One day I will tell my children about this, you thought, about the first time I saw a prince and princess. I will tell them all about her beauty, her proud husband, her children-

You stopped short when you noticed. The prince and princess had hair the color of pale moonlight, of a spider's web… Their sons did not.

On the contrary, Their sons had hair the color of soil after a storm. Of the chestnut bark that covered the trees. They were pale like their mother true… but that seemed to be the only trait that showed their relation. 

Perhaps they get that from their fathers side? You wondered. You knew all the Targaryens had light hair, but you did not know the traits of house Velaryon. Besides, as a child you were told you took more after your fathers side than your mothers side. Looks can be a complicated thing, your father had explained to you once. “You take after my mother. Tessa takes after your mother, and Ben takes after your mothers father. You are the luckiest, my mother was a very handsome woman.”

“Your kindness and loyalty are much appreciated.” The princess continued, “I see that the Gods have truly blessed me with the most dutiful, discreet, and devoted staff I could ask for. I only pray that I prove to be worthy of your service.” she scanned over the room thoughtfully, seemingly taking measure of her new household. You thought her eyes had landed on you for a brief moment, but that could have been your overactive imagination.

“I will see to it that you all may look back on this time with pride. That you shall want for nothing, kept safe from all harm and serve most honorably. I swear this by the old Gods and the new!” 

The hall erupted into applause, and you couldn't help but follow suit. She really is The Realms Delight, you thought. She is strong and proud and beautiful. She will be a worthy Queen someday. When the applause died down, and the princess dismissed you all. You waited to follow Helyn out.

“It seems you have an admirer.” She giggled in your ear. You turned to look over your shoulder to follow her gaze, only to meet the eyes of one of the princes standing by the dais. It was the elder one, whose name you could not recall. He looked to be the same age as you with a rather large nose and still a bit of baby fat clinging to his cheeks. When he noticed you looking he smiled shyly and waved. A burst of happiness erupted from your chest at that. So much so all your lessons on etiquette and courtesy were forgotten, and you waved right back.

You may not wield a sword, or ride a dragon. But at least you will not lack for friends.

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