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Chapter 1: "The Third Wife"

You arrive at Sukuna's palace as his third wife—a political offering, nothing more. Unlike your predecessors, you don't arrive with expectations of love or power. You arrive with seeds for a dead garden and kindness for forgotten servants. In a palace built on fear, you plant hope. And the Emperor notices.

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The cherry blossoms had long since fallen.

Winter gripped the palace grounds in skeletal fingers, leaving behind bare branches and frozen earth. It was fitting, you thought, for a place like this—a palace ruled by a man they called a monster, a curse, a demon in human skin.

Ryomen Sukuna.

Your husband, as of three hours ago.

The wedding ceremony had been efficient. Cold. You'd been dressed in the finest silk—crimson and gold, colors that complemented the tattoos you'd glimpsed on his skin—and led through corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly. The few servants you'd passed had kept their eyes down, their footsteps hurried, as if lingering too long in these halls might invite catastrophe.

You didn't blame them.

You'd heard the stories. Everyone had. The Emperor who'd conquered lands with nothing but his cursed energy and ruthlessness. The man who'd taken a first wife and cast her aside when her jealousy became tiresome. A second wife who'd lasted even less time—too vapid, too eager to please, ultimately too boring to keep his interest.

Now there was you.

The third wife.

A treaty offering from your father's province, a political band-aid for a conflict your family couldn't hope to win. You'd accepted your fate with the same quiet grace you'd accepted everything else in life—with steady hands and a calm heart, even when your mother had wept.

"Someone will show you to your chambers," the officiant had said after the ceremony, and then you'd been alone.

Not entirely alone, you supposed. Somewhere in this sprawling palace, Sukuna's concubines resided. You'd seen a few during the ceremony—beautiful women dripping in jewels, their eyes sharp as they assessed the new wife. You'd met their gazes evenly, offering a small nod of acknowledgment.

You weren't here to make enemies. You weren't naive enough to think you could make friends either.

The shoji door slid open, and two young women entered—both looking no older than yourself. They bowed in perfect unison, their movements practiced but stiff with nervousness.

"Empress," the first one said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had gentle brown eyes and her hands trembled slightly. "I am Danielle. This is Haerin. We've been assigned to attend to you."

The second girl—Haerin—kept her eyes downcast, her posture rigid with fear. She was as pretty as Danielle, with delicate features and long lashes, but she looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.

"Thank you, Danielle. Haerin." You kept your voice soft, gentle, and watched as both girls' eyes widened in surprise. "I appreciate your help. This palace is... quite large. I'm afraid I'll get lost without guidance."

Danielle blinked rapidly, as if kindness was unexpected. Perhaps it was, in a place like this. "Y-yes, Empress. Your chambers have been prepared. If you'll follow us?"

They led you through more corridors, these ones slightly warmer, touched by braziers that cast dancing shadows on the walls. You noticed how they walked—Hana slightly ahead, Haerin trailing behind, both of them glancing nervously at closed doors as if expecting something terrible to emerge.

Your chambers, when you finally reached them, were surprisingly beautiful—spacious, with painted screens depicting cranes in flight, and a small garden visible through the windows.

A dead garden, you noted. Winter-killed and abandoned.

"Will there be anything else, Empress?" Danielle asked, while Haerin began arranging your few belongings with quick, efficient movements.

You turned to them both, offering a small smile. "Please, when we're alone, you can call me by my name if you'd like. And yes—do you know if there are gardening tools available? Seeds, perhaps?"

Both girls froze. Haerin's hands stilled on the silk robe she'd been folding.

"G-gardening tools, my lady?" Danielle stammered.

"The garden outside." You gestured to the window. "It seems a shame to leave it barren. I'd like to plant winter camellias. And perhaps some early plum blossoms, if the soil can support them."

Haerin finally spoke, her voice soft and uncertain. "But my lady... it's winter. Nothing will grow until—"

"Spring," you finished gently. "I know. But seeds need time to root, even in the cold. And hope needs something to tend to."

The two girls exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them. Then Danielle straightened her shoulders. "I... I'll inquire about the tools, my lady. We should have such things in storage."

"Thank you, Danielle." You looked at Haerin, who was still staring at you with wide, uncertain eyes. "And Haerin, if you're not too busy tomorrow, would you help me plan the garden layout? I'd appreciate another perspective."

The girl's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "M-me, my lady?"

"Yes, you. I imagine you know this palace better than I do. You'd know where the sun hits, where the shadows fall."

A faint blush colored Haerin's cheeks. "I... yes, my lady. I would be honored."

You didn't see Sukuna for three days.

It didn't surprise you. Political marriages rarely involved actual interaction, and you imagined an emperor had better things to do than visit a wife he'd been forced to take.

So you kept yourself occupied.

The garden became your first project. You worked alongside Danielle and Harin—much to their shock—kneeling in the cold earth with your sleeves tied back, planting camellia seeds with careful hands.

"My lady, please," Danielle had protested on the first day, looking genuinely distressed. "This isn't proper. If the Emperor sees—"

"Then he sees," you'd said simply, patting soil over a seed. "My mother always said that anything worth having is worth working for. Besides, I like the feel of earth under my fingernails. It reminds me that I'm alive."

Haerin had knelt beside you then, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. "My grandmother used to garden," she'd said softly. "Before she passed. She said that plants were like people—they needed patience and care to thrive."

"Your grandmother sounds wise," you'd replied, and the smile Haerin gave you was like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Word spread quickly through the palace. The new empress, kneeling in the dirt like a common servant. The new empress, who spoke gently to her attendants and worked alongside them. The new empress, who didn't demand or throw tantrums or weep dramatically like the others.

You pretended not to notice the whispers, but you noticed how Danielle and Haerin began to relax around you. How Danielle started humming while she worked. How Haerin laughed—actually laughed—when you made a joke about your dirt-stained hands.

On the fourth day, you encountered your first concubine.

She was beautiful—of course she was—with long dark hair and sharp, calculating eyes. She found you in the garden again, wrapped in a thick cloak against the winter wind, sketching plans for a stone path while Danielle and Haerinarranged tools nearby.

"So you're the new one," she said without preamble.

You looked up, setting down your charcoal. Danielle and Haerin immediately tensed, bowing low. You gestured for them to rise. "I am. And you're...?"

"Ningning." She tilted her head, studying you like a cat studies a mouse. Her gaze flickered to your attendants dismissively before returning to you. "I've been here two years. Longer than either of your predecessors."

"Then you must be very special," you said simply, without irony.

That seemed to throw her. Her eyes narrowed. "You're not what I expected."

"I'm sorry to disappoint."

"I didn't say I was disappointed." She crouched down, her fine robes pooling around her, seemingly unconcerned about the dirt. "The first wife was a shrew. The second was a fool. What are you?"

You considered the question, then smiled. "A gardener, apparently."

Despite herself, Ningning laughed. It was a surprised sound, quickly stifled. "You're planting flowers in winter. That makes you a fool too."

"Perhaps," you agreed. "But even fools can hope for spring."

She studied you for another long moment, then stood. "He'll break you," she said, not unkindly. "Sukuna breaks everything eventually. It's his nature."

"Maybe," you said softly. "Or maybe some things are strong enough to bend instead of break."

Ningning left without another word, but you thought you saw something like respect in her eyes.

After she was gone, Haerin leaned closer to you. "My lady... you weren't afraid of her."

"Should I have been?"

"The second empress was," Danielle said quietly. "She used to cry after the concubines visited. Said they were cruel to her."

You looked at both girls thoughtfully. "Did you know the second empress well?"

They exchanged glances. "We didn't serve her," Haerin admitted. "We worked in the kitchens usually. But we heard things."

"She screamed at the servants," Danielle added, her voice barely a whisper. "Threw things when she was angry. We were... surprised when we were assigned to you. We thought..."

"You thought I'd be the same," you finished gently.

Both girls looked down, ashamed.

"It's alright," you said, reaching out to squeeze Danielle's hand briefly. "You can't be blamed for expecting the worst. But I promise you both—I'm not here to make anyone's life harder. We're all just trying to survive in our own ways."

Haerin's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Thank you, my lady," she whispered.

You met Sukuna on the fifth night.

You'd been preparing for bed, braiding your hair by candlelight, when the door opened without warning. Danielle and Haerin had left for the evening—you'd insisted they rest, that you could manage alone—so when his massive frame filled the doorway, you were alone.

Completely alone.

With the man they called a monster.

He was... larger than you'd expected. Taller. The tattoos you'd glimpsed during the ceremony covered more of his skin—intricate patterns that seemed to move in the flickering light. His eyes, all four of them, fixed on you with an intensity that would have made lesser women tremble.

You set down your brush and stood, bowing respectfully. "Emperor."

"Sukuna," he corrected, his voice like gravel and silk. "You're my wife. Use my name."

"Sukuna," you repeated softly.

He moved into the room with predatory grace, and you noticed he was studying you the same way Ningning had—like he was trying to solve a puzzle. His eyes traveled from your simple sleeping robe to your bare feet, to the loose braid draped over your shoulder.

"You're not afraid," he observed.

"Should I be?"

"Most people are."

You met his gaze steadily. "Most people haven't been raised by a father who negotiated with warlords since childhood. I learned early that fear is only useful if it keeps you alive. Otherwise, it's just... exhausting."

Something flickered in his expression. Amusement? Curiosity?

He moved closer, and you caught his scent—sandalwood and something darker, like smoke and steel. He reached out, and you held perfectly still as he caught your braid between his fingers, testing its weight.

"You've been gardening," he said.

Not a question. A statement.

"Yes."

"In winter."

"Yes."

"Why?"

You considered how to answer. Honesty, you decided, was probably safest with a man who could smell lies. "Because the garden was dead, and I don't like looking at dead things. Because even in winter, there's potential for growth—you just have to be patient enough to wait for it. And because..." you paused, then continued softly, "because I needed something beautiful to tend to."

His eyes—all of them—focused on you with unnerving intensity. "You think you can make something beautiful here? In my palace?"

"I think," you said carefully, "that beauty exists everywhere, if you're willing to look for it. Even in unlikely places."

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled—a sharp, dangerous thing that should have terrified you.

It didn't.

"The others tried to change me," he said, releasing your braid. "The first wife wept and begged me to send away my concubines. The second tried to seduce me into compliance, thinking her body was enough to hold my attention."

"I have no intention of changing you," you replied. "You are who you are. An emperor. A force of nature. I'd have better luck trying to convince winter to become spring ahead of schedule."

"And yet you plant flowers."

"I plant flowers," you agreed, "because that's who I am. Not to change the winter, but to be ready when spring comes on its own."

He stared at you for so long you wondered if you'd said something wrong. Then he turned and walked to the door.

"The servants say you work alongside them," he said without looking back. "That you learn their names and ask about their families."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because they're people," you said simply. "And people deserve to be seen."

He paused in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the corridor light. "You're strange."

"I've been told that before."

"I haven't decided yet," he said, "if you're wise or foolish."

"Perhaps I'm both," you offered. "Most interesting people are."

You could have sworn you heard him laugh—a low, rumbling sound—before he disappeared into the darkness.

Sleep came surprisingly easily that night.

The next morning, you found something waiting in your garden.

A single winter camellia, already in bloom, planted in the center of the space you'd been preparing. Its petals were the palest pink, almost white, delicate against the frozen earth.

Impossible. Camellias from seed took years to bloom.

But there it was.

Danielle and Haerin found you staring at it, your fingers pressed to your lips.

"The Emperor's work," Danielle whispered, her eyes wide. "His cursed energy can manipulate growth. Force life from death." She hesitated. "He's never used it for flowers before. Only for... other purposes."

Haerin clutched your arm gently. "My lady... what does it mean?"

You knelt beside the camellia, touching its petals with reverent fingers. They were real. Alive. Beautiful.

"Even monsters," you whispered, "can create something gentle."

Behind you, your two attendants exchanged hopeful glances.

And high above, unseen and unheard, Sukuna watched from a window.

He told himself it was a whim. A momentary curiosity about the strange woman who'd invaded his palace with her quiet voice and dirt-stained hands.

He told himself it meant nothing.

He was a liar.

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Thoughts of a Royal

Yandere Emperor! X Empress! Reader:

[Yandere's PO.V]

—What did you do to me?—.

That's always been my question since I met you.

What did you do to me?

Since I was born into this imperial family as the first son, my destiny was sealed to always be the best, or the example my younger siblings would follow. Because of this, making mistakes was strictly forbidden, as everyone, especially my father, had very high expectations of me.

From a young age, I was pressured to be the best in my studies; added to that, my father had an imperial harem with several women of different ranks, with whom he fathered several princes and princesses besides me and my younger brother. The previous empress regent was quite vile and malevolent, especially toward my mother, a high-ranking noble consort.

Why? Because she hated the fact that it was my mother who gave birth to me as the first prince, and my younger brother as the second. She hated that a mere consort, inferior to her, received more imperial favor than she did. That's why her hands didn't tremble when it came to relentlessly mistreating her, my brother, and me.

In fact, it was the previous empress who, with her machinations within the harem, gave me a negative view of women. She made me believe that all of them, except for my mother, were fake and only smiled hypocritically at others or sought favor for themselves, their children, and clans or families of origin. News of false accusations for one thing or another; poisonings; traps and attempted assassinations were daily news in this oppressive palace, and guess what? There was ALWAYS some malevolent consort or concubine behind the scenes, manipulating everything.

I myself was a victim of several of these entanglements, one of which was a severe poisoning at the age of 10. I still remember my mother's terrified expression upon seeing me on the brink of death. Of all the children, she and another very low-ranking concubine were the only ones who didn't compete with each other and displayed genuine sisterhood and affection.

I always longed for that closeness with my younger brothers, and perhaps my princess sisters, but in return, I received the envy of others. That's how I learned a painful truth at such a young age.

—"In the palace or the court, no one will fight for you. Even the person who loves you (in this case, my mother) will sooner or later leave your life, so one must fight for oneself."—

That's what I kept doing for years.

Going to bed super late and getting up super early to study.

I spent HOURS locked away, trying to learn about every topic that came my way.

Many times I had to arrive with scars after physical training, and hold back MANY tears, since we lived under the saying "men don't cry," since otherwise, we would be considered weak.

But despite all the intrigue, deceit, scheming, fighting, and evildoing within the palace, I never harmed any of my brothers, much less any consort or my own father. And what did I receive in return? Numerous assassination attempts by the vast majority of my father's wives and my younger brothers. Only a few, like my younger brother and the eighth prince (born to my mother's best friend after she died in childbirth due to the Empress Regent's schemes that year), and a few other princes and princesses, were honest with me. However, that didn't stop me from finally becoming my father's pride and joy and his right-hand man, which already made me crown prince.

But there was something I couldn't forget no matter how much my father insisted, and that was the trauma I had gone through with these women from the harem.

My mother's horror stories about how the former Empress Regent tortured her during her pregnancy with both me and my younger brother. From making her kneel for hours in the scorching sun, snow, or rain to trying to administer anything that would make her forcibly abort us, as well as attempting to punch her in the stomach more than once.

The time the Empress's friends tried to burn down the old pavilion (now in ruins and abandoned) with me inside, alive and just a baby. If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't be alive today.

The times they tried to accuse me of cheating in my classes, or my mother of infidelity.

Attempts by other consorts to kidnap me (a boy, then between 8 and 10 years old) to curry imperial favor at my expense. After being caught and punished by my father, they beat me in retaliation whenever they had the opportunity.

Assassination attempts where I almost died from attacks by guards or bribed assassins, poisonings, and even "accidental" attacks.

The times when they used lower-ranking maids to accuse me of serious things, when I always kept my distance due to the traumas I was already carrying.

The lies and manipulations. Hearing every day that one spouse tried to poison or cause a miscarriage in another (not only or necessarily my mother).

How do you expect me to forget all that?

I couldn't. At that time, I couldn't, because I thought they were all the same. My father didn't like that I rejected every suitor he introduced me to, so this time he decided to make a silent decision.

It wasn't until the imperial selection of wives and consorts that I finally met you. I didn't know who you were, or where you came from; I only knew that you and your younger sister had been summoned to attend. You were the first to present yourself to me, and I was already considering rejecting you out of fear.

Yes, fear.

Fear that you would be like the others and that the patterns would repeat themselves.

—"Miss (Y/n) will be your wife, and therefore, she is granted the title of princess consort"— My father declared, anticipating the situation and going ahead after guessing my desire to reject. You were also surprised, but you didn't say much and accepted.

At the time, I thought you were the same, until it was time for your younger sister to introduce herself. I remember how, unlike you, Lili was so nervous, even her steps became clumsy and she eventually tripped in front of everyone, even my father.

It wasn't the first case, and it wouldn't be the last, but it was quite unique. When I left, I saw you outside, not scolding your sister, but rather... comforting and hugging her, which touched me deeply at the time. As I said, I myself had longed for a warm sisterhood not based on power struggles.

<Maybe (Y/n) isn't what I think> That's what I thought, not knowing that I would be completely right later.

I found out that same day that you begged my father for another chance for your younger sister, which I find admirable in a way.

—"Lili didn't do it on purpose!. I know what she's like when her nerves get the better of her!"— that's what you said to him.

His words were: —"I'll think about it"—.

After that, you tried to get close to me and you were surprised by how blunt I was, and I don't blame you at all. While I didn't completely trust you, I secretly acknowledged that you had (and still have) that something in your eyes that made me see you differently the moment I saw you.

At first, I thought you were trying to get close to me just to keep up appearances, but little by little, I began to realize how genuine your kindness was. You were never intrusive, and I was deeply touched by the fact that you never judged me.

I was moved by the affection you had for your sister and the understanding you showed her.

I was moved by how you treated everyone with respect, even the lowest and most forgotten servants in the palace.

I admired the fact that you took the time to investigate my every preference regarding food, drink, music... hell, even clothing.

I was surprised by the fact that you never used me to curry favor, or to dole out favor to your mother clan. In fact, you rarely mentioned anyone other than your younger sister or your father.

I really liked the fact that you understood that I sometimes need my own space or to rest. I mean, you never put me down for feeling pressured or overwhelmed. This made me start opening up to you and getting closer to you.

I was touched by the fact that whenever I was sick or injured during my practice with weapons, you yourself treated my wounds, not because I was your fiancé or a prince, but out of simple humanity. You yourself told me: —"I'm not doing this because it's my duty as your future wife, but out of simple humanity"—.

(You even snuck into my room BEFORE we were married, dressed as a maid. When I caught you and said "Are you crazy?!", you told me you overheard one of my younger brothers tell the imperial physician who was supposed to treat me that he was going to plot against me. While you scared the hell out of me, I understood why you did it.)

By that point, I was already falling in love with you. However, what truly made me realize your kindness and generosity was seeing you worried after my mother began suffering from PTSD after hearing thunder during a storm. This happened because the previous Empress Regent tortured her severely during the storm when she was pregnant with my younger brother and me; in fact, she came VERY close to losing us if it weren't for her best friend at the time, who always stood up for her. Since then (and since the fire incident), she has an intense phobia of fire and thunder, associating them with her traumas. Despite years having passed since the previous Regent's passing, she keeps returning to those moments every time she hears thunder or sees large torches.

I remember how you helped her return to her ward and tried to reassure her. You weren't even married to me at the time, and you already showed her more respect and affection than even a daughter-in-law.

At that moment, I understood that your love, solidarity, understanding, generosity, kindness, and loyalty were real. Not only that, but I finally opened up completely and ended up falling in love with you.

But apparently, I wasn't the only one. My younger brothers (the 2nd prince himself, and the 3rd, 5th, 6th, and 9th as well) began to feel attracted to your light and sweetness, which I didn't like at all. I was burning with jealousy and fury.

I had to compete for my position and that of my mother at court and in the harem that tormented her so much.

I had to compete for MY own well-being.

I had to shed tears of blood to get to where I am now.

I had to suffer greatly to earn my father's respect, even against all my brothers.

I had to compete even for food.

For rights.

To earn my father's esteem.

To earn the position of crown prince (and therefore, she would be my empress in the future).

And all so they want to take MY beloved away from me too?

<If those wretched people who call themselves brothers think they're going to take her away from me, they're wrong> I thought to myself. That's when I began manipulating my younger brother to clear my path, while I wooed (Y/n) on the surface. The second brother fell for my manipulations like a fool, so much so that he even killed the aforementioned princes (even though I never told him to kill them directly, only telling him how mean they'd been to him in the past, and how their mothers treated ours badly, since it was all very true). My younger brother surprised me with his audacity and daring, as well as his stupidity.

When the murders came to light, I activated my plan to get rid of the second prince, my brother, and used the evidence I purposely assembled behind his back, which caused my father to kick him out of the palace and my mother to become disillusioned with him. This is the first time I've ever hurt someone, albeit in an "indirectly direct" way.

By this point, you and I had already grown very close. We hadn't married because something always happened that made my father postpone the wedding, such as the previous murder cases, religious rituals, a funeral (and with it, mourning time). However, I didn't get angry, as it gave me time both to fall madly in love with you and to make you fall in love with me and clear away any obstacles that dared to cross your path.

They didn't deserve to look at you or speak to you. They didn't deserve to even touch you. At that moment, YOU WERE AND ARE MINE, just as I am yours.

You are one of the few women I've ever met who stands out not for her beauty, but for her own brilliance and light. A heart like yours is rare at court, and everyone knew it. They also knew I loved you, and since there are always enemies watching, sooner or later they would know that my weak spot is you.

You don't know how happy I was when my father finally set a date for our wedding. It was the first time in my life I was so excited to have a wife like you. What made me happiest was seeing your eyes full of love for me, not to mention your smile.

Oh my god, that smile.

What did you do to me to drive me so crazy just seeing you smile?

I spent my whole life hardening my heart so I wouldn't suffer so much, and here you are, having me, like a lovesick idiot, at your complete mercy with just a smile. Do you realize how crazy you drive me and what you're doing to me?

You would finally live with me in my chambers. Without limits, without fear of criticism, without caring about the opinions of others. Finally, you would no longer have to live with your sister in the house my father assigned to you during your stay here in the Forbidden City.

I finally had you completely at my mercy, just as you hold my heart in the palm of your hand.

—"You look beautiful"— was what I said to you after removing your red veil in our room back then. You were already beautiful, but that day you looked splendid.

I finally had you completely at my mercy, just as you hold my heart in the palm of your hand.

—"You're not so bad yourself. That color looks great on you"— was your response. That compliment is still fresh in my mind to this day.

And suddenly, as if you read my thoughts, you suddenly kissed me on the lips, taking me by surprise. I, delighted, played along and didn't let go for a while.

I never thought I'd see myself at that moment. Madly in love and married, until you appeared in my life. I remember how that night you hugged me with your classic affection, but we didn't do anything. The day was so intense that we were both very tired, so much so that even our faces hurt from smiling so much at everyone.

The point is that when you were already asleep beside me, you unconsciously became beautiful, both because of your vulnerability and because you were relaxed around me, which relaxed me as well. Do you realize what you do to me?

Time passed, and you became my support when my father, the emperor, fell ill. I already knew that he named me as the heir to the throne (and therefore, you would be my empress). Although my father was harsh with me and pressured me a lot, he was the one who made me what I am today, and who gave me the power I have today.

You were the only one with me when my mother, who was the regent of the Inner Palace that year, announced his death to everyone in the palace. The funeral was long and tiring for everyone, until the decree was issued that changed everything.

That decree named you and me as the new emperor couple. I knew that was coming, and so did you, but even so, the emotion wouldn't leave my heart; nevertheless, I could do nothing but follow the funeral protocol for that moment.

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The moment had finally arrived for you and me to ascend the imperial throne. I won't lie, I was clearly nervous during the ceremony, but everything changed after seeing you. You were beyond beautiful on that occasion, a true goddess, I'd say.

And once again you smiled, knowing that simple gesture of yours was driving me crazy. I blushed bright red, like the lovesick idiot you turned me into as soon as you came into my life. In that instant, I swore I'd do anything to protect you.

Even killing.

Once you became empress, you began to practice your art with grace in the inner palace, while I took care of political affairs. We moved from my prince's chambers to the palace, and I moved my mother into a better pavilion, elevating her to the rank of dowager empress (after all she suffered, she deserved this and more). I ended up stressed and exhausted, but at the end of the day, there you were.

Sometimes, I would spend hours in my study thinking about your every gesture, which made my emperor's heart beat faster. But that's not all.

Now that I am emperor, my enemies will only become more cautious and dangerous, to the point that if they have to, they will hurt you just to get to me, and I could NEVER allow this. As I said, I am not afraid to kill for you.

I couldn't help but boast about you to everyone as MY empress and MY beloved, but that wasn't the only thing. I LOVED (and still love) watching you perform your duties as head of the inner palace. You have a unique elegance and grace, the aforementioned brilliance, and your heart (although the latter was and is mine). I let you rule everything as you saw fit, rewarding and punishing those who deserve it. I hate it when they have the audacity to anger you.

Remember that maid who dared to speak disparagingly of you? I had my guards beat her in front of everyone and cut out her tongue.

Or that drunken eunuch who dared to rush at you and try to touch you? I executed him, but not before my guards broke his legs.

But I didn't just like that aspect of you.

I loved intimacy, or having time alone with you.

Whether it was when we walked through the palace garden, when we did some leisure time together, when we ate together, when we took a bath, or when I made you mine.

I loved kissing you, caressing you, observing and touching every corner of your being and every fold of your skin; as well as making you feel like you were in heaven. Giving you pleasure and knowing how much you liked me delighted me, just as I loved receiving it from you. Thanks to one of those nights of passion, you became pregnant.

I was happy while you were in shock. It was joyous news throughout the palace, and you were no exception. From then on, I became more overprotective and paranoid of you, but also happier.

That first prince arrived, who was a copy of me.

Then the second, who looked more like his grandfather, with a few exceptions.

Then you gave birth to a pair of twin princesses, very similar to me. Although you were frightened when one of them was born weak because it took longer than the other.

Then another prince, who had traits of both of us.

And finally, a princess just like you.

All of our children are a reflection of the deep love I have for you. However, that doesn't mean I haven't felt any fear after seeing you suffer through each pregnancy and childbirth. Especially with the twins, since it's almost a miracle that both mother and children are okay in those cases.

I couldn't help but be more strict with your care. I watched EVERYTHING the imperial doctors did with you and my children in my free time; I couldn't even think about the fact that you were suffering even the slightest bit.

That's why I allowed your sister Lili to visit you and marry my eighth brother (because, once again, you asked for it), and why I allowed your father to occasionally come see you at the palace. I never did it because I considered you family or cared about them, but to keep you happy.

But otherwise, there was a few things that was strictly forbidden in the entire palace.

Insulting you.

Touching you.

Making you angry.

Once, when you were five months pregnant with the twins—I remember it was summer—we had left our second child with his nanny, while we took our first son with us for a leisurely walk in the garden to escape the heat. I don't remember what we were talking about, but the point is that a pair of useless eunuchs were distracted and bumped into you. You almost fell, if I hadn't caught you in time.

Let me just say that your words were what saved those idiots' lives.

This makes me wonder again about what I said at the beginning.

What the hell did you do to me to drive me so crazy?

-The End.

What do you think about it?

Twisted Affections (GL) (P. 1)

Yandere! Emperor's Mistress X Empress! Reader

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The lessons that had been instilled in you since birth resurfaced in your mind: ‘The Mother of the Nation should be dignified, elegant, and composed. She should never show any sign of weakness in front of her subjects.’

But you couldn’t help but break in her embrace.

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P. 2: x

[tw: adultery, s*xism, slight description of blood/injury]

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Your marriage with your husband—the Emperor, was a cold and loveless one, devoid of any warmth or affection.

The two of you were betrothed to each other at a young age for the sake of politics. You were the daughter of an influential duke, while he was the heir to the throne. To the gaze of others, it had seemed like the perfect match.

#yandere writing #reader insert #fem reader #fem yandere #yandere oc #yandere female #x reader #yandere x you #oc x reader #yandere girl #empress reader #tw yandere

⊹₊⟡⋆ A STARLIT PROPOSAL ⋆⟡₊⊹

summary: As the Empress, rumors have reached the your ear of your close relationship with the Sanctide Court and their Sanctarch, Rafayel. You cannot ignore the whispers, so you must take action. On the eve of the one year anniversary of your coronation, you return to the Butterfly Nebula with Rafayel. Will you be able to move forward together, or will the fear of repercussions stop you from achieving your desires?

pairing: Sanctarch!Rafayel x Empress!Reader word count: 3.2k content: MDNI, explicit sexual content, AFAB!reader, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, slight Dom!Reader, slight Sub!Rafayel author's note: This is my first LADS fic so I hope you enjoy! I really loved the Throne of Eros event and the dynamic between MC and Rafayel in 'Fires of Devotion'. As a lot of us felt, the ending was a little rushed so this is my attempt at an epilogue to their story. I just can't help giving them a happy ending. Crossposted on AO3 if you prefer to read there.

The stars danced brightly across the sky on the first anniversary eve of the Empress’s coronation. You had once again returned to the Sanctide Court’s chapel, to the same, familiar room you had occupied before. But unlike last year, your mind is not filled with questions about the Sanctarch, his motivations and desires, or the nature of the dangerous but irresistible relationship that was growing between you.

Everything had been revealed when the Sanctarch had forced you to confront the truth of your heart — the deep, uncompromising devotion that you felt for him. A feeling that some might call love, but both of you knew that that was too common a word to describe what existed between you.

Your ladies-in-waiting believed you to be resting in your chambers, preparing for the celebrations that would endure from one dawn to the next. But you had long absconded from your room. You waited beside the prepped airship, staring at the door that you had once blindly opened last year. Despite wearing only a thin nightdress, you were not cold. Together, you and the stars waited in anticipation for his arrival.

"My dear Empress," a familiar, seductive voice whispered into your ear from behind. "What a surprise to see you here, and on the eve of such an important day no less.”

You released a small chuckle. "A pleasure as always, your Quintessence."

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Crown For a Flower

Request: @queenondeezmatatas A RAFAYEL MERMAID AU SET IN THE 1800s WHERE MC IS A ROYAL LIVING IN A CASTLE BY THE SEA OFC AND THEIR LOVE IR FORBIDDEN BUT IT DONT MATTER PLSSSSS PLS PLS PLS let them be happy even if just for a millisecond😭🙏🏻

AN: This turned out to be different but I could not resist this idea. I just love dramatic stories sooooooo much. It isn't 1800s esque but I promise to get to that someday.

Pairing: Rafayel x Empress Reader

Genre: Fluff and ROMANCE

Summary: "It was a wedding unlike any other," the merwoman whispered to her sleepy daughter. "The union of Prince Rafayel and the Empress..." And so, she began to tell the tale.

The Lemurian court waited. Bowed on their knees. The seabed itself trembled beneath the drums that announced the emperor.

The tyrant. He who bled both lands and seas, had come. Invading the quiet bliss of Lemuria to uphold the ancient oath.

Peace had arrived with feet that dragged blood into its halls.

To wed, to form an alliance, the emperor came. And just like that, the court bowed lower, accepting the wedding that promised an end to a one-sided war.

#love and deepspace #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace rafayel #fluff #love and deepspace x reader #romance #empress reader #what do I even tag this as?#lnds rafayel #lnds oneshot #love and deepspace oneshot

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Kingdom Come - a Sanemi x Reader fanfiction

Pairing: Concubine!Sanemi x Empress!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k (part one)

Synopsis: How was it that a leader - someone as strong and as powerful as you, could have fallen in love with someone who you didn’t even know the face of? The mysterious masked flute player that graced the courtyards with music never left your mind - but maybe he isn’t who you thought he’d be.

Warnings: not much (starts off pretty slow), written for a female!reader, mentions of parental death, grief/mourning

-PART ONE-

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The soft click of porcelain split the stillness of the tea room.

#kny sanemi #demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #concubine!sanemi #empress reader

The Strong-Willed Empress

Yandere Male Concubines x Empress Darling

Chapter 1 “Her Loyal Hound”

Requested by: @yandere-dark-cupid thank you for the idea!

TW: Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

#yandere #yandere boy #slave yandere #yanderes #sub yandere #concubines #yandere concubine #empress reader #empress #yandere x reader #yanderes x reader #The strong willed empress #TSWE #reverse harem #prince #concubine au

I’m so late but I just listened to heavy metal lover by lady Gaga for the first time and this song make me think of women in power like royalty or some fics // I don’t care if you’re a ruthless king or wtv I want you to get on ur knees in front of the whole kingdom for me kiss my feet do what I sayy / or queen / empress reader with Yandere prince or some lolz xp

#whiny men #yandere prince #submisive and breedable #yandere #queen reader #empress reader #bottom male character #women in power #random