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Yandere! Older! Husband! Duke Seppra x chubby! Reincarnated! Young! Wife reader

Warning; mentions of edging, contract marriage, death , explicit content , sexual intercourse and imagery , mention of pregnancy

Authors note: It's been a while right??

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Because of your previous life, you had learned a bitter truth early. Love and romance was rarely kind to women who did not fit the shape it preferred.

You were clever. Creative. Chubby and soft by heart. But you never got to experience real love . But you have had stopped resenting it long ago. Resentment was tiring. You got into the hobby of writing... And not just anything, you were famous smut writer .... A virgin one...

So when you died... and woke again in a world of silk dresses, noble titles, and suffocating expectations, you did not panic.Reborn as the only daughter of a powerful high noble, you inherited wealth large enough to silence scandal and a family name strong enough to end arguments before they began. You were raised indulgently, often called spoiled, often dismissed as haughty.

None of it mattered. Your father loved you. Your wealth was unquestionable.

Marriage, however, waited like a quiet threat.

Men approached you with practiced smiles, voices polite, eyes never lingering on your face for long. They looked instead at your lineage, your dowry, your father’s influence. You noticed it every time.

You made friends with Camilla at the academy, soon she understood that your may have rude tongue but your were too soft for your own good at heart. To the people you stamped as yours, you were like open book, unfiltered ... You spent money on her and her family like water.... You were the epitome of spoiled but not rotten.

Then she came to know the secret... That you are the mysterious writer who writes and publishes the scandalous smut series that made the whole kingdom's women swoon. The graphics and the words that even the maids have bought and hidden the copies under their pillows.. the plots that even made the nobel women blush and faint just after reading.

You made promise with her that she would not tell anyone, she quite liked you that's why when you blurted out your master plan to escape from the relentless wooing of the scheming noble men to marry you she was shocked.

You wanted an old man who was rich and stable so that other nobles won't raise questions and who already have good name and enough heirs that he won't want more. Your would marry them for 5 years, enough for you to pass the right marriageable age and then divorce with the rumour that you were infertile . A nice slow cut and even better if somehow the husband died... That way no one would try to woo you again.

You looked like a little chipmunk while you told her about your plan while gobbling the cookies you bought for her. She had so many men in her mind... Her both father's, adoptive and biological both fits the criteria well and you would be able to stay with her under the same roof too. What would be better than this?? And about love... Both of her father's would eventually fall for you... But you rejected the proposal saying you don't want to be her mom.

She was sad, she wants to be a family with you.... But then another evil idea popped into her mind. It was evening and sixth time that Arsian had tried to beat a junior to death just cause they used Camilla's name. You were nagging him that how he is eventually tarnishing Camilla's name. When he suddenly said .

"Gods woman.... Stop it now... I understand.... What are you!? My mother??"

And you smirked and said “Maybe I am."

He studied her for a long moment. “Are you?”

She laughed. “No. But imagine how unfortunate that would be.”

Arisan visibly shuddered at the thought but this conversation got stuck in Camilla's mind.. you can't marry her father... But you can marry Arisan's can't you?? Plus it would be good you don't want to have kids but you would be having Arisan's adopted brother to look after for.

A kid to spoil , an ignorant husband, you happy and she can visit to meet you at any time!! She meet with Duke Seppra , before telling you. Not to say Duke Seppra was ok with it cause that only meant that due to you in his house Camilla marrying his son would be more easier. You were introduced to him by Camilla, you selected him.

You were quite pleased, you circled him, asked him even play chess with him.. then you presented the contract, you had promised Camila not to tell him about the divorce. Cause he had a small kid.. what if the kid thought it was because of him?? So with all the content with part that you would divorce him after 5 years effective immediately if you wouldn't be able to give him children that you haven't told him... You became his official wife.

Your father after so many threats to either kill himself. Or burn the royal family if they didn't stopped the marriage and giving you too much money as dowry, saying that the old man, your husband, seems poor; he accepted Duke Seppra as you husband.

You were too sweet for someone monotone and stoic as him. His oldest son barely talked to him the youngest son was soft and now a soft wife who barely talks. You spent your day in academy or shopping or spoiling his youngest or nagging his oldest. You do have tea times with him, but it was only when he worked.

It was a month since your marriage and neither he entered you bed chamber neither you tried to ask him. You don't have womanly hobbies as he had seen but you do wrote a lot . He never ask what the documents were, again he was never a good communicator. And recently he got two devices to make by and anonymous client through Camilla.

One was as it was told to him throught the letter sent by the person who commissioned it a sexual gratification toy for women named vibrator and the other was a voice message transmitter, that can be wore in ears. The detail for both devices provided were very professional and he was busy in the production on the sample .

This was the first time he thought of you as Camilla had asked him if you had ever talk to him about sleeping with him in same bed. He entered the room after knocking . You were outside in the garden he got to know after he entered the empty chamber and saw you through the window having tea with his youngest in the garden.

He opened the window to cool himself and get a better look at you, but the air blowed the paper that were on your table . Bent down to lift them up when the writting caught his eyes ... It was the same as the anonymous genius who sent commissions for the two mana products through Camilla.

But the paper were... Stories or entries?? He read one and his face went absolutely red.. throat dry. It were entries about him??? He read..

"God he looks like greek god made with care... How can girls swoon over young inexperienced men when you can definitely get a man as great as him...."

" His hair looks so soft and sexy... All i want us to pull at them as he fucked me roughly intonthe bed!!"

"I get wet every time he looks over at me even for a second."

"Oh my god! oh my god! He asked about the dress he sent me yesterday.... I wanna keep wearing the dress for the rest of my life!!!!"

"TT I can't even tell him how much I want him.... He is so cute when he can't converse!!"

"I've been so patience with him... I wanna ride him till he is dry.... "

He was hard as hell , you never showed that you liked him that much!! You never layed your eyes on him more that for a sec.. you always kept your eyes low as if he disgusted you. He was a setting the papers back on the table when he noticed the copy of the blueprint for the commissioned devices, by anonymous. He saw, smirked and left the room .

From that day on he started paying special attention on every thing you would do.. he started to notice the way her body would stiffen when he asks her something, then the way her ears would turn red when he comes closer to her.. or the time she stared at the meat he cut for her with adoration, with the goosebumps on her skin.

He tried to get more of her cute reactions out of her.. the way she shudders at his touch.. how soft she looked how she pouted at him.... Today he even took her out on a picnic date... She looked genuinely happy he was sitting near her snoozing form he lowered to look at her face closely, Arisan was playing with Rio.

You felt his warm breath and your eyes shot open . You pushed him away in a panic. Your soft hand didn't do much to hurt him. But the way you scurried to your feet and left. Arisan was staring and him with frown and disdain. He doesn't know what he did wrong to icked you out so much. He was still pondering on it when Rio came running to him.

"Mama said she would leave soon..... Where is she going papa?? Is she going because I'm adopted ??"

His mind had gotten numb suddenly, after listening to the small sob from Rio.... You are leaving?? Why??

It was a mistake you didn't know Rio was nearby. You were taking walk with Arsian when he asked you if his father is treating you better cause he was a bit sceptical after he saw you run from him at picnic.

"Ah it's ok... I'm guest here anyway... Five years and I'll be gone. No one would remember me anyway"

You have said it out too loud ... Rio who had came to have pastry with you heard you . He hugged your legs tightly. Where are you going?? Are you leaving daddy ?? Why are you leaving??

You were bombarded with all types of questions and the worst he was sobbing even listening your answers.. and then when you tried to lie that you were just joking he ran to his father. You didn't thought much of it... Well now that the contract was already signed.. there is nothing that can be done and it's not like the Duke is even interested in you.

Wrong...

He had never entered your room without knocking, without any prior notice, not at night, not looking like a wreck....

"I heard... That you are leaving??? "

You looked away at the the door to balcony as if that door was going to answer his questions.

"Arsian told me about the 5 year plan and the thing you haven't told me about while signing the contract... It was your plan all along?? To leave?? "

"It was already in the contract you just didn't read them carefully.."

"Is Rio no one to you?? Was your affection fake?? Am I nothing to you???"

"We will talk later... You need to rest.."

"No i don't.. you doing to tell me everything or .."

"Or what??? Our marriage was only a contract from the start... It's not like you married me because you liked me..I don't know why are you acting like it was genuine..."

And suddenly your hands flew to your mouth to cover them.. you were shocked yourself... You were irritated...that your little scheme was caught you said something you should not have said... He left the room slamming the door shut..

You were not able to sleep that night.

Two days.... He didn't looked at you, or talked to you... He would leave the room as soon as you would enter.. you felt like a criminal.... Rio would hide being him... Everytime you would ask Rio something. You didn't have the strength to face him at the breakfast so you skipped them.. and Rio didn't come to your room anymore .

Today you took step out of you room to have dinner with them.. Duke pulled the chair for you. You sat there eating silently he cut meat for you . His eyes trained on your every move. You looked confused when he slided a beautifully crafted wooden box to you, Arsian and Rio both perked up . You opened the box eye flickering with recognition, and then your whole face turned red.

You sputtered slamming the box shut.. as you grabbed the box and ran out of the dinning hall. He smirked wipinh his lips with the handkerchief and slowly stood up. And walked out of the hall after you. You slammed the door in hurry not noticing as he entered and locked the door from inside...

"Are you insane?? What were you thinking when you gave me a adult toy in front of a kid!!!"

You screamed.. it was the vibrator that you commissioned thorough Camilla.

"You made me insane honey... I even asked Rio to pick the prettiest colour... That would look good on his mommy... Or if I say correctly... In his mommy...."

He pinned you on the bed swiftly... Loosening the tied of the dress softly you squirmed trying to get away... When he kissed you... You were panting after he pulled away .. already half naked.. as he threw your panty that he took off away on the floor.

"You know I was reviewing our contract for past two days... And I found a loop hole... You can only divorce after five years if you didn't got pregnant...but if you do get pregnant.... The contract is void.... Don't you think five years is a long time to try to get you swollen my love????"

You whimpered as he entered you... Softly... Your eyes spilling tears as he kissed them away... He waited, learnt your spots with patience. He fucked you whole night.. it wasn't even rough. It was slow sensual... Yet he had you claw his back like a little kitten..

You were not even able to register your surroundings next day leaning into him as he spoon fed you... Your stamina is too low.. maybe cause it was your first time..... But he has been so much pent up with sexual frustration after marrying that he would rather die than not being able to touch you again after having a taste.

He was playing chess with you... After so many days he got chance to be alone in his own house with his pretty wife. You were wreathing in his lap, your wet warmth squeezing around his cock as he turned the vibrator stuck on your clit on full. Head thrown back on his shoulder you whimpered sweetly.

He his one hand was binding both of your wrists together so that you won't touch yourself and other was on one of your knee to keep them apart. Nuzzling your neck as he watched at your reflection in the mirror in front of you too... He growled as he said..

"Love it's your turn... I've been going so easy on you ... I even gave you chance to get divorce.... You can leave if you win against me in chess honey....... But it seems like you don't want to leave now ...hmm??"

He chuckled and kissed the side of your head... You are going nowhere... if it needs a child to stop you from going he going to give you as many as you want.

Yeonwu& Hwita

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66574921/chapters/171726400

Well, I'm leaving a quick lineart that I haven't polished yet, and I think I'll leave it as an uncolored sketch and I'll continue looking for my next home.

Wish me luck.

Yandere Qifrey x non witch! Experimented brimmed hat reader x Yandere Olruggio

Warning: physical abuse, sexual abuse, mental torture, bad parenting, human experiments, non con, suicidal thoughts, attempt to self harm, locking up, rape, Dead dove don't eat

Author's note: This is my first time I'm writing for this maga or characters of this anime!! Hope you guys like it.. and sorry for the gore. People who are sensitive don't reader the story after reading the warning. Don't come complaining to me later.

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Your life was never better.... You parents hated that you were born.... They didn't wanted to be parents... They already had joined brimmed hats and now another trouble to take care off.... So you became the guinea pig for the experiments of brimmed hats...

You didn't know what happiness was until you meet coco.. you and the other four witches talked and played ... You were older than them and they loved your company... You felt like big sister.. to them.. but that happiness was short lived.. Qifrey and Olruggio found out you were under brimmed hats... The forbidden sigil on your skin was enough ... And after that nothing mattered.

It didn't mattered that you don't know how to make sigils.. or use magic.. it didn't mattered when you begged that you never meant to hurt the girls... You just wanted friends....

One thing led to other you were given to Qifrey and Olruggio as a prisoner... After Beldaruit reluctantly agreed. And after that started real torture... You never got to ask why Qifrey hated you so much... You were his stress relief... Both sexually and physically... Olruggio never liked the way Qifrey treated you or used you but neither did he ever tried to stop.

One thing that you learnt was that the basement had no seasons. Only the scrape of the lock, the sound of footsteps, and the ache that never quite faded. You no longer counted the days.

The witch they had captured...... the brimmed hat they had feared and hated.....had become little more than a shadow wrapped in bruises.

Your wrists, legs , and body bore old scars layered over new ones. Hunger had become so familiar that your stomach had stopped complaining altogether.

In one terrible moment, after another beating had left your thoughts scattered, your mind reached for something it barely remembered.

Comfort.

You had leaned toward Qifrey as he was fucking you with trembling arms, seeking nothing more than the warmth another human being might offer. Unfortunately you had hugged him... Trying to find the pleasure... That he was feeling cause all you ever felt was pain.

His response came as a sharp slap.

"Don't touch me."

The words hurt more than the sting.

Whatever fragile hope remained...... that somewhere beneath the hatred he still saw a person...... shattered with that single sentence.

After that, you stopped trying.

It was a week after you had been given to them, Olruggio stood outside the basement door.

"...She isn't eating."

Qifrey didn't look up from the papers spread across the table.

"She chose that."

"The bread is stale enough to break teeth. At least give her butter."

Silence.

"It changes nothing," Qifrey finally replied.

"It changes whether she survives."

Another silence.

Neither of them noticed that survival had already ceased to matter to the prisoner below. The fork lay on the floor where it had fallen. A shallow line marked your throat. You hadn't even had the strength to finish what you'd started.

You curled tighter against the cold stones instead, clutching the only thing you had refused to let anyone take.... a ragged, oversized tunic. It smelled faintly of smoke and old fabric softener, its owner long forgotten by your exhausted mind.

Maybe it had once belonged to Olruggio. Maybe someone else. It didn't matter. You folded it carefully every morning, before Qifrey would come to take you on the ground.... You kept thatbone thing safe despite everything else around you rotting. You held it against your bare skin like a child hugging a blanket, protecting it from the damp floor more carefully than you protected yourself.

Food waited untouched in the corner.

The butter Olruggio had argued for arrived eventually. You stared at it without recognition.

People who intended to keep living needed food, not the dead. You only needed the tunic. Something clean. Something that had once belonged to someone who walked freely beneath the sky.

Above the basement, the atelier carried on with lessons, laughter, and the scratching of pens across parchment. Below it, a "brimmed witch" quietly forgot what it felt like to be human. Olruggio nearly missed it. The bowl from that morning still sat untouched. The butter had softened. You hadn't moved.

"...Hey."

No answer. The silence felt wrong. He unlocked the basement door, and the iron hinges groaned open.You were slumped against the wall, one hand pressed loosely against your neck. Blood had seeped between your fingers, trailing over your collarbone and staining the oversized tunic you still clutched close.

Your eyes were half closed Not frightened. Not angry. Just...waiting... For death. Olruggio froze.

"...Qifrey!"

His voice echoed through the atelier. He was beside you in an instant, dropping to his knees. "No, no..."

When he pulled your hand away, the wound wasn't deep enough to have killed you quickly, but it was enough. Left alone, it could still take your life.

"Stay with me."

You looked at him without recognition.

"I'll carry you."

Your lips barely moved.

"...It's okay."

Your voice was little more than a whisper.

"I'm...tired.... Don't bother saving me."

There was no accusation. No hatred. No curse.

Only exhaustion. Olruggio lifted you into his arms, shocked by how little you weighed. Your body felt frighteningly light, as though months of neglect had hollowed you out from the inside.

Qifrey met them halfway up the stairs. For a heartbeat, he simply stared.

"...What happened?"

Olruggio's usual calm was gone.

"We're wasting time. Call for the wagon... we need healers...."

The healer worked in silence, closing the wound and stopping the bleeding. Hours passed. Finally, they stepped outside.

"Will she live?"

Olruggio asked immediately. The healer looked between the two witches.

"The injury itself is survivable."

Relief flickered across Olruggio's face. It vanished when the healer continued.

"But injury isn't the main problem."

Qifrey frowned.

"What do you mean?"

The healer folded their hands.

"Her body responded to treatment."

A pause.

"Her spirit did not."

Neither man spoke.

"I've treated people after cave-ins, curses, and wars. I've seen grievous injuries."

The healer's voice remained calm.

"But your prisoner..."

They looked back toward the room where you lay.

"She did not cried to be saved.."

"She did not ask whether she would recover."

"She did not ask where she was."

"When I told her the bleeding had stopped..."

Another pause.

"She apologized."

Olruggio's expression faltered.

"Apologized?"

The healer nodded.

"She said, 'I'm sorry I caused trouble.'"

Silence settled over the room.

"As if she hates herself more than the person who made her do that. "

For some reason, those words felt heavier than any accusation.

"She hates herself."

The healer sighed quietly.

"And that frightens me more."

Qifrey's jaw tightened.

"Can you heal her?"

The healer answered without hesitation.

"We healers can stitch flesh. Can mend broken bones."

"But someone who has lost the will to live..."

They looked directly at him.

"...cannot be healed even by magic alone."

For the first time since the basement door had opened, neither Qifrey nor Olruggio had an answer. The only sound was the quiet breathing from the room beyond, where you laid there with beating heart .... but with almost nothing left to hold on to.

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Yandere! Kim rook so! Cale Henituse x chubby Fiancée Reader

Warning: mention of manipulation, body shaming, sexual activities, sexual tension, stalking,

Author's note: it's been a while guys and I'm alive

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The first time Cale Henituse saw you after opening his eyes in this unfamiliar life, he didn’t expect… this.

You stood beside your father, quiet and composed, hands folded neatly in front of you. Your head was slightly lowered...... not out of submission, but habit. Your dress was elegant, expensive, carefully chosen… yet you looked like you were trying to disappear inside it.

“Cale,” Count Henituse said lazily, “you remember your fiancée.”

Fiancée. Right. That detail

Cale....... no, Kim Rok Soo inside Cale..... finally looked at you properly. And paused..... You weren’t what the memories described. Yes, you were chubby...... softer than what nobles preferred. Your cheeks were round, your figure full, your presence… small. But there was something else.

Something dimmed.

Like a candle that had learned not to burn too brightly. Your eyes met his for barely a second before dropping.

No smile. No shyness. No affection. Just silence. Strange.

“Y/N,” your father prompted, “greet your fiancé.”

A pause. Then........

“…Hello, Young Master Cale.”

Your voice was calm. Too calm. Cale frowned. This wasn’t right. No affection. No embarrassment. No lingering attachment. Nothing ...

From the memories he inherited, you used to cling to him..... hover around him, follow him, look at him like he was your entire world. In og Cale's eyes you were...Clingy. Desperate for attention. Easy to mock. Easy to hurt. Cruelly. Publicly. And he had. Drunk, careless, cruel......

“Unsightly.” “Embarrassing." “A burden I never asked for.”

He had said those words without thinking. Now, standing in front of you again.....

There was nothing left in your expression. As if those words had carved something out of you… and left nothing behind.

Days passed. And Cale found himself… watching. You never approached him. Never spoke unless spoken to. Never lingered.

Even when both families met, you sat quietly, answered politely, and disappeared into the background like you were never there to begin with..... And It bothered him. No.....

It irritated him..... Because this wasn’t pride. This wasn’t anger. This was… acceptance. Like you were planning to dissapear.. or as if you had already erased him from your life. Like you have already given up.

One afternoon, he found you in the garden.

You sat beneath a tree, a book open in your lap, though your eyes weren’t moving. Just staring at the pages like your thoughts were somewhere far away. Thinking. Distant.You noticed him immediately and stood.

“…Young Master.”

That tone again. Flat. Careful. Empty.

“You don’t have to sound like a servant,” he said.

“…I am aware."

“Then why do you?”

A pause. Your fingers tightened slightly around the book.

“…Because it is easier."

“Easier?”

“Yes.” You didn’t look at him. “If I expect nothing… I won’t be disappointed.”

Something twisted in his chest. Wrong. That was wrong. That wasn’t how someone your age should sound.

“You used to talk more,” he said.

You flinched. Barely noticeable.

“…I learned that being loud and clingy can irritate others...”

Silence stretched. Then.....

“…Young Master Cale.”

He blinked. You rarely spoke first.. so he perked up.

“…What?”

This time, you forced yourself to look at him. And for the first time...... really look. Your eyes weren’t filled with love. Or sadness......Or even anger..... Just… honesty.

“I know you don’t like me.”

Cale stiffened...... His expression hardened.

“I know I am not what you want,” you continued softly before he could interrupt..... “I am not pretty. I am not elegant enough. I am… embarrassing.”

“Who told you...

“You did.”

The words were gentle..... Not as if you were accusing him.... But still they struck like a blade. You lowered your gaze.

“I tried to ask my father to break the engagement.”

Cale stilled.

“…What??"

“He refused. Your family is powerful. It would be unwise to offend you.”

Of course..... Politics. Always politics.

“…So,” you continued, calm despite everything, “it would be better if you did it.”

Silence.

“You want me to break it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

No hesitation. No hidden hope. Nothing. That...... That irritated him.

“Why?"

“…Because you would be happier."

“And you?”

A pause.

“…I am used to it..... they speak behind my back no matter what .... So one more thing won't hurt...”

Something snapped. Used to what? It won't hurt??? What won't hurt??? Being unwanted? Being discarded? Being nothing? Being discarded? Being treated like something inconvenient?

His jaw tightened. For someone who claimed to want a peaceful life, Kim Rok Soo found himself… deeply, irrationally annoyed. No. Not annoyed. Possessive. Because suddenly...... The idea of you walking away so easily… Of you not caring anymore… Of you belonging to no one......

Felt wrong. Very wrong.

“…No,” Cale said.

You froze.

“…No?”

He stepped closer.

“I won’t break the engagement."

“…Why?”

A pause. Then.....

“Because I don’t want to.”

And for the first time.........He smiled. Not kindly. Not gently. But with something far more unsettling. Interest.

“You wanted me before,” he murmured. “Didn’t you?”

You took a small step back.

“…That was before.”

His smile deepened.

“Then we’ll just have to fix that.”

Your breath hitched. And for the first time since meeting him again.......You felt it. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Because the man in front of you… Was not the same one who rejected you. This one..... Wouldn’t let you go.

At first, you thought it was coincidence.

The market street wasn’t unusual...... nobles passed through it all the time. So when you saw Cale standing across the road, leaning lazily against a carriage, you simply lowered your gaze and walked faster. You didn’t greet him. You didn’t stop. You didn’t give him what you used to.

Attention. But as you turned the corner.....

“…Y/N.”

Your steps faltered. He was behind you now. Too close.

“How strange,” Cale murmured, voice smooth, almost amused. “You didn’t notice me.”

You swallowed. “…I did.”

“Yet you walked away.”

There was no accusation in his tone. That made it worse.

“…I didn’t think you would want to talk to me.”

A pause.

Then a quiet chuckle.

“You think too much... pretty wives shouldn't think too much.”

The second time, it wasn’t coincidence anymore.

You had gone to the temple early in the morning...... before the crowds, before the whispers. Before him. Or so you thought.

“…You pray often now.... are you a believer of sun god or goddess of death??”

You stiffened. He stood near the altar, hands in his pockets, watching you like he had been there the entire time. Like he had been waiting.

“…Young Master Cale,” you said carefully, bowing slightly.

He didn’t respond to the greeting. Instead, his gaze traveled slowly over your body. Admiring.

Not polite. Evaluating.

“You’ve really changed,” he said.

You said nothing. Because you knew better now.

Anything you said could become something else in his hands.

Then came the gifts. The first box arrived without a sender. Inside was a dress. Dark red. Silk. Soft. And far too revealing. Your hands trembled as you unfolded it. The neckline dipped lower than anything you had ever worn. Your bossoms are heavy so you entirely not wear anything with deep neck.... Your step mother had called you attention seeking when you tried one when you were little . The fabric clung in ways that made your chest tighten just imagining it.There was a note.

"Wear it when you meet me tonight in garden."

You didn’t go.

The next day, another box. Another dress.Even worse. This time, black. Thinner. Lighter. Almost… see-through in the wrong light. Another note.

"You didn’t come. I was disappointed."

Your stomach dropped.

It didn’t stop. Every day. A new dress. A new note.

"I wonder how you would look in this."

"Would you still lower your eyes? Or would you finally look at me?"

You started locking your doors that night.

For the first time in years, you felt… unsafe in your own room. You told yourself it was nothing.

That he wouldn’t....

A soft sound broke your thoughts. Click. Your breath caught. The window. It was closed. You were sure it was. Slowly......too slowly....you turned. The curtains moved. Just slightly. Like something had slipped past them. Your chest tightened.

“…Hello?”

Silence.

Then.. you felt warm body wrap around you ... Arms circling you waist pulling you closer.. someone behind you.. A voice. Low. Right behind you. His head resting on your shoulder.

“You didn’t wear it.”

You froze. Every muscle in your body locked. He was there. Inside your room. You didn’t hear the door. Didn’t hear the window. Didn’t hear anything.

“…How.....”

“Magic,” Cale said simply. Like it was obvious.

Like breaking into your room was nothing. Your hands trembled.

“…You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

He stepped closer. You could feel him now.

The warmth of his presence behind you. The quiet, suffocating pressure.

“But you didn’t come to me,” he continued softly. “So I came to you.”

Your breath grew shallow.

“…Why are you doing this?”

A pause. Then..........

“Because you’re ignoring me.”

His tone shifted. Not loud. Not angry. But sharp. Possessive. Wrong.

“You used to follow me everywhere,” he murmured. “You used to look at me like I was everything.”

His hand lifted...... Not rough.. it only slipped under your night dress rubbing your thighs.

Close enough to feel.

“Now you won’t even meet my eyes.”

You squeezed your thighs together.

“…That was before.”

He leaned closer. His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Then go back to how it was before....”

Your heart pounded.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t want me,” you said, your voice shaking despite your effort to stay calm. “You said it yourself. I’m embarrassing. I’m not someone you would....”

“I changed my mind.”

The words cut through you.Simple. Absolute. Terrifying. You shook your head quickly. “That’s not something you can just....”

“It is for me.”

His hand finally touched you. Light. Barely there.

But it burned.

Your breath hitched.

“…I asked you to break the engagement.”

“And I said no.”

“You don’t get to decide when it’s over,” he said softly. “I didn’t agree to that.”

His fingers tightened slightly. Not painful. But firm enough to make a point.

“I don’t like being ignored, Y/N.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly.

“…Then what do you want?”

Silence.Long. Heavy.Then.....

“You.”

Your blood ran cold. Not love. Not affection. Not even desire. Just.... Raw obsession..

“As you were before,” he continued. “Looking at me. Thinking about me. Wanting me.”

Your eyes stung.

“…I can’t.”

His grip tightened just a fraction more. Then loosened. His hand slipped out from under your dress. Slowly. Deliberately.

“That’s fine,” he said calmly.

Your heart sank. Because that tone...... That calmness..... Was worse than anger.

“I have time,” he added.

A faint smile touched his lips as he turned you to face him. Cold. Certain. Unavoidable.

“And you don’t have anywhere to go.”

He stepped back. Just like that. Like he hadn’t just invaded your space. Your safety. Your life.

“I’ll send another dress tomorrow,” he said lightly. “Try to wear that one.”

Then..... He was gone. No sound. No trace.

Just the faint movement of curtains. And the lingering feeling.... That you were no longer alone. Even when you were.

At first, you didn’t understand what he meant.

“You don’t have anywhere to go.”

The words stayed with you. They followed you through the halls, echoed in your thoughts, curled around your chest like something suffocating.

And then..... Everything collapsed.

The accusations came suddenly. Your father...... his evil deeds exposed. Tax evasion. Illegal dealings. Human trafficking.....The empire moved fast. Too fast.

Guards stormed your estate. Servants whispered. Your name..... your family name..... was dragged through the dirt overnight. You stood in the middle of it all, trembling, unable to process the chaos.

“…I didn’t know,” that's all you were able to whisper.

But no one listened. No one....... Except him.

“I can vouch for her.”

The voice cut through the courtroom. Calm. Certain. Cale Henituse. You looked up, your breath catching. He stood beside the Crown Prince, completely at ease..... as if this was nothing more than a casual inconvenience.

“She had no involvement,” he continued. “If anything… she’s a victim of circumstance.”

The Crown Prince’s gaze flickered toward you briefly before nodding.

“…Very well.”

And just like that..... Your fate was decided. Your family fell... And you.... Were spared. Later, you understood.

He had orchestrated it. Every piece. Every exposure. Every downfall. Carefully. Deliberately. You remembered his words again.

“You don’t have anywhere to go.”

And now.... You didn’t.

The Henituse estate was… warm. Too warm. The servants adored you. His family welcomed you without hesitation. You were treated gently. Kindly. Like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t lost everything. But you couldn’t relax.

You couldn’t breathe. Because he was always there. Watching.

You became quieter. More careful. Every movement controlled. Every word measured. You didn’t smile. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t… exist beyond what was necessary. And he noticed.

Of course he did.

One night, your door opened. You hadn’t locked it. You should have. You always should have.

“…Still awake.”

You were in bed read some book you kill time.. you can't sleep... Not after what had happened.

His voice. Soft. Too soft.

You sat up immediately, your heart racing. “…Young Master—”

“Cale.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him locking it . Your chest tightened.

“…Cale.”

He seemed satisfied with that.His gaze drifted over you slowly... Again not wearing the dresses he gave.. the sheer night gown.. one tied bow at your cleavage.... Milky thick thighs as you unconsciously pulled the hem of your dress to hide them...

He smiled taking in everything. The loose fabric of your nightwear. The way you held yourself...... tense, guarded, small.

“…You don’t like what I gave you,” he said amused.

You blinked. “…What?”

“The dresses.”

Your breath hitched. He stepped closer.

“I see you avoid them.”

Of course he knew. He always knew.

“…They are not appropriate.. too tight and flashy I would look like whore... They are too vulgar... ,” you said quietly.

A faint smile touched his lips.

“They are not vulgar... they compliment your curves... And I think they would suit you.”

Your hands tightened in the sheets. “…I don’t.”

Silence. Then.......

“That’s alright.”

He moved closer. Too close. Your body stiffened as he reached out. Fingers pulling and twirling the bow tied at you clevage...

“its alright if you are not able to choose..... just ask me.... Then I’ll choose for you.”

Your breath caught. One kiss at you clevage.

“…You don’t have to....”

“I know.”

His voice dropped.

“That’s why I will.”

Something in your chest cracked.

“You took everything from me,” you whispered.

Finally. Finally, your voice trembled with something real. Anger. Pain. Confusion.

“…Why?”

A pause. Long. Heavy. Then......

“Because you were hurting.... Your family hurted you... and you felt like... You were going to leave.”

Your eyes widened.

“That’s not.....”

“You asked me to break the engagement,” he said calmly. “You decided it was over.”

His grip tightened slightly...... not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you still.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Your heart pounded painfully.

“…That wasn’t your decision to make either.”

Silence. And then...... A soft laugh. Low. Unsettling.

“I disagree.”

His hand moved.... adjusting the fabric at your thighs , then pulling slightly at your bow, deliberately, your dress pulled loose and it slipped off your shoulders..... He looked at your bare breasts flushed as you squealed and hide them..

He pinned your hands above you head. Within a second in a swift motion looking down at you half bare body like a predator... not rough.....But enough to remind you... He could be rough... He buried his face between your fluffy goodness.

“You belong here now,” he murmured.

Your breath shook.

“…I don’t belong to you.”

His gaze darkened. Something deeper. More dangerous. He peeked up, biting softly at one boobs... Deliberately.....his hand slipping between your thighs...

“You do.”

The words weren’t loud. They didn’t need to be. Because you could feel it...... In the way the estate closed around you. In the way your past had been erased. In the way every path led back to him. His hand stilled. Then slowly withdrew. But his presence didn’t. It lingered.

Heavy. Claiming.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said softly.

Like it was inevitable. Like your resistance meant nothing. He kissed your forehead before pulling away.... He turned toward the door. Pausing only once.

“Tomorrow,” he added lightly, “wear the one I sent.”

Your throat tightened.

“…And if I don’t?”

A pause. Then.....Without turning back.....

“You will.”

The door closed.And you were left alone. Except.... Not really. Because even in the silence… You could feel it. You weren’t free anymore. Not from him. Not from this place.

Not from the quiet, suffocating certainty... That he had already decided how your life would end up.

You never knew he had stopped drinking.... He... You have seen..him walking around with the bottles but never saw him drink from one.. well not now a days...

He had been visiting your room too much... So much so that. Count Henituse asked you politely to shift to his room . Well Cale..... "this Cale" was not that bad after all, other than that he just can't keep his hands to himself!!!!....

You limped slightly out of the room for breakfast and he was behind you hands on your waist.. guiding you all too proudly... Well he needs to soon introduce you to his whole family... Raon and the kittens were yesterday asking Choi han if his weak human had gotten a mate....

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Yandere! Matthias Mirmod x chubby! Wife reader

Warning : body shaming, manipulation, sexual interaction, pregnancy, mention of drugging, non con , don't read if you don't like it .

Authors note: Hello guys I'm back.. here is your food!!

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You were specially hand picked as the young lady Sien's ( as the Duchess called her "Honey jar") tutor for etiquettes and history. You were known throughout the kingdom for being the most talented and youngest scholar, graduated from the Royal Academy. Your were from a viscount's family, not married or engaged till this age ( in your eyes you were still young!!! You are only 20 goddamn !! Why this world wants you to to be married?) cause well men like women with thin waists...

It was not that you weren't pretty... You looked cute... Like chipmunk... Again not your words but that's what Lord Mathiaas and his daughter Sien called you. You loved your job as her tutor, she was,cute, intelligent, intellectual, easy to understand and sweet .... The only problem for you in this job was her father lor Mathiaas.

He never said anything to you directly but you have seen his face and felt his stare when you are in garden with little lady or when you taught her.... You never been in relationship with men but you still know when someone is faking an expression and when they are being genuine.

And the way he smiles and act all dumb and naive father, who is too innocent for this cruel world, in front of his daughter, you feel are shiver and chill run down your spine. You know he knows that you know that he is not as sweet and innocent as his daughter thinks he is . And he uses this to play with you and see if you are loyal or not.

To him at first he thought your are here to get his attention to lure him.. will not it be a great love story?? Heir of Ducal family, a single dad falls for the sweet tutor who taught his daughter. A swift and easy way to climb the social stairs. But you?? You tremble like a scared bunny whenever he calls you in his office to talk about his daughter's study and tutoring. You would close your eyes and pray to whatever god you believe in when ever he comes for a suprise checking on his daughter during the classes.

His previous annoyance related to you turned into a nice way to sait his boredom. You looked so thrilling when he sacred you.. he still remember the day his little Sein planned the secret picnic with you. And told you not to tell him... You looked so cute talking to yourself about should you tell him or not about the picnic. The self monologue where you called him a handsome devil and how he would kill you if you didn't told him and lied to him and at the same time the little angel Sein would feel betrayed by you...

He can't stop smiling as you choose to die by his hands and not betraying his daughter(As you depicted it). When he called you to his office that day to ask about the tutoring you were cutely looking away from his eyes.. he wanted to laugh at your cute stuttering while you lied to him when he specifically pressed if you had nothing more to say when you omitted the Secret picnic part.

They way to sighed cutely with relief when he told you that you can now leave. He loves to give you jumpscare. So when you and Sein sneaked away thinking you two were nice with erasing trail.. and sat down for your little picnic. He thought to give you two surprise.

You had just sat down on the sheet with the basket filled with sandwiches and pastry as you felt a familiar chill running down your spine and then the large shadow . You didn't know what scared you more , the crying handsome devil of Lord Mathiaas or the way Sein disappointedly called her father. You springged up like a startled bunny and stood in a corner .

Mathiaas shedded a few more tears to gain daughter's sympathy, telling her how he came to check on her and can't find her... He thought someone took his daughter... Sein now fully engrossed with calming his angel father down didn't noticed the smirk he gave to you.

He was trying hard not to laugh at you guilty kitten look ... The same you gave when he was interrogating you yesterday.

Sein sighed and then not to ruin the picnic you two had planned , allowed her papa to attend. He sat near you cause the heet was small , as you never planned him to be here.

Your hand trembled each time he asked for tea or another servings. The way you almost fainted when he intentionally touched you hands while grabbing the plate of pastry. And how you scurried away as soon as you three returned inside. He found it cute.

It's said that children find the things before adult do. So he didn't found it surprising when Sein intentionally bring you in conversations when he was busy telling her goodnight stories. Or when he eat or he breath.... She sometimes pressed that you are so sweet to her just like a "mother" and how she wished she had a "mom". How you would look cute as a family.

He didn't paid too much attention to it, it was surprising to him that he got intrested in someone as simple as cute, as pretty as... Well you. But for him it was cause you stayed near his daughter . He told himself that it was not love . But today he was proved wrong by his own self.

You were as usual standing near his daughter in the ball and he was oogling you. Then Sein got to him to eat pastry with him. You stepped out in the terrace to get a breather. A few noble ladies barged there , all mocking you. One of them snickered

" And here I thought after being topper you must have gotten better..but... uff . Look at you... a chubby chicken like you cannot be Elegant swam like us ."

They laughed as you left trying to ignore what they said with tears on the brink of your eyes. What you didn't noticed was him listening to the whole conversation .

For a second he felt his whole body going in a fury. And the next second an Idea made him smile.

It was one of those days... Silent and peaceful when you got the new of the death of marquis's daughter.. you were not sad.. well she was the bully who bullied you at the ball that day .. but you were surprised yes... It was sudden.

You were going to Lord Mathiaas office to report him about the classes when you heard him talking to someone about taking care of the same person. You were shocked... Yes you knew he was not innocent but he could plan and kill someone?? And then you heard him saying that how that woman deserved it after mocking his future wife... your face paled... She died because of you??

What made him intrested in you?? Yes Sein had tried to signal about you two looking good together but this?? You were not sure about that part.. you ran to your room scared.. you need to leave... RIGHT NOW...

But unfortunately he had known you heard him. So he did what any love sick man would do...

You acted normal at the dinner table , eating as usual , chatting with Sein , its not like you were planning to sneak and runaway after dinner while everyone would be sleeping. He was too, acting normal.. so normal smiling at you and Sein.. it's not like he drugged your plate and was planning to keep you in his bed until you understand he was doing it for your own good.

After dinner one second you were packing the remaining things and you thought to lay down for a bit.. You woke you with headache, a soft bed, too soft to be your a strong warm arm around your waist.. warm skin to your skin.. you panicked trying to sit. When he moved nuzzling your curls...

"Going somewhere my little mouse??"

Your body flushed the goosebumps all over. He was sucking hickey on your shoulder and you were trying to push him away weakly. Why was he so strong!! He swiftly kissed your belly and he nuzzled your thigh and then you felt his mouth on your pussy. He was not going to let you go until you learn that your place is beside him..

He had lost the track of how many times he had made you squirt your brain was a mush. He had specially told his daughter yesterday not to pester you two as he would be wooing you and asking you to be his wife and her mama. And now as he had done asking you.. he your purity ring off your finger to wear it around his neck.

He kissed your cheek... You would understand... He is doing this for you and his daughter....

You were heavy with third one waddling around the halls to his office like penguin on mission as your son and daughter played out in snow making snowman.

You huffed entering his office and he smiled innocently running to you and sitting on sofa with you on his lap... You complained about everything, how Sein was too picky to give only fruit as snacks to you , how your son was acting him too possessive growling at men who come near you and even tried to chomp on chefs nose.

And how they both are acting like him!!!!! He was only smirking and rubbing your belly with a doopey smile . Which irritates you .

"It's ok mouse , you are a good mama.. look how cute and pretty you look nurturing my seed inside you??"

He wishpered in that deep voice that makes your thighs rub together. You huffed and stood up. It's not use to talk to someone like him.. you started to waddle out of the office and he followed you.. like a loyal husband behind a penguin wife on mission...

Warning: mention of locking up , pregnancy, abuse.

Authors note: it's been a while I wrote something hope you would like it.

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It's been days even months since he had let you out oyou have seen another human... There is no one beside you two he had started to spend too much time with you now that you are pregnant....But then again ....

You looked at the end of the mattress where you had hidden a note written to for help , to give to any person you meet. But what you didn't knew was it was already misplaced....

It started with his silence.

He still brought you breakfast. Still kissed your swollen belly. Still massaged your ankles with warm oils at night.

But something was off.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore.

When you asked, “Is something wrong?”, he only said:

“Of course not, sweetheart. You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

But the tray that morning was… different. Your favorite bun had been swapped for something plain. Her vitamin pack was missing one pill.

Small things. Intentional things.

You sat up in bed, belly heavy, fingers trembling slightly.

You checked under the mattress.

The note was gone.

You looked around the room. The cameras. The mirror. Your reflection looked too pale.

He entered moments later with a blanket.

“You were shivering last night,” he said calmly. “I don’t want the baby getting cold.”

You nodded quietly.

He kissed your forehead and tucked the blankt around you with careful, practiced hands. Then stood there… watching her. Too long.

“You don’t need to worry about anything anymore,” he said, brushing his knuckles down your cheek.

“I’ll take care of everything. Even the things you try to keep from me.”

That night, the room was darker. Colder.

He didn’t sleep beside you. Just sat in the chair by the empty crib. Watching you. All night.

The note was gone.

She didn’t know when he read the note.

She didn’t know what he’d do about it.

But the worst part?

He wasn’t angry.

He was patient.

And that meant… something far worse was coming.

And that’s what makes it worse.

And now—every second felt like walking barefoot on glass.

You sat on the bed, hands folded over your belly, eyes nervously flicking toward the door. He had been in the kitchen too long.

He finally walked in—quiet, composed, barefoot like always. He set a mug of warm milk on the bedside table. You flinched when the ceramic touched wood.

But his smile was warm.

Too warm.

“Still not feeling well?” he asked, voice low, smooth.

She nodded quickly. “Just tired… a bit dizzy, maybe. I think it’s the pregnancy.”

“Mm. Could be…”

He walked closer, steps slow. Calculated.

“…or maybe it’s guilt.”

Your throat tightened. Your eyes lifted to his—and immediately wished they hadn’t.

That smile.

Sharp. Bright. Crooked.

Like a fox who found its prey limping and knew it wouldn’t have to chase.

You tried. Softly. Carefully.

“Love… I—I’m really grateful. For everything you’re doing. You take such good care of me and the baby.”

He didn’t answer.

So you forced a smile, trembling. “You’re the only one I can rely on…”

Still, silence.

And then, finally, he spoke.

“Y/N…”

“Can I rest my head on your lap?”

You blinked. “…Huh?”

He stepped forward, kneeling beside the bed, folding his long arms over the edge.

“Just for a little while. I’ve been thinking too much.”

His eyes flicked up—dark, unreadable.

“It’d calm me down. You want that, don’t you?”

You nodded too fast.

“Yes—yes, of course…”

He laid his head on her lap, gently, slowly. His hair soft against her thighs.

You hesitated, then shakily brushed your fingers through it. Like a trembling hand over a coiled beast.

He sighed—low, satisfied.

And then whispered:

“You wrote it with such pretty handwriting.”

Her heart stopped.

“But next time, bunny… just tell me.”

“You don’t ever need to hide anything. I’ll always find it anyway.”

Yandere!emperor Leone kal Imperator x chubby witch wife reader

Warning: mention of sexual intercourse, for ed sexual intercourse, noncon, rape ,cnc, mention of pregnancy, mention of drugging , locking up, mention of death, mention of suicide

Authors note: Hello again! The character is from the manhwa the wicked husband

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Cesare was kneeling in front of you as you were sobbing while hugging the box to your chest that had contains of dead Eileen...

"How could you?? She begged you to not leave... But you left her... They didn't even let her go after death!!!!!"

You screamed at him as he cried at your feet.

"They defiled her dead body,... They even hanged her head on the traven!!! Men used her head to relieve themselves... She didn't deserved that... You never deserved her!!"

"I know I can't bring her back to life... But I can go back in time to save her right?? .. please you are the last living witch left... Please... I will do everything......I'm ready to pay any price."

"You don't deserve her.. you are a monster.. you killed her..." You sobbed more.

"Please i beg you I will make everything right ... Please"

"You are a sinner; that not matter what price you pay it won't be ever enough..."

"I know please.."

"The price ..... It needs to be your heart, and if this goes right and you are able to go in past... And if we meet there I'll make your life hell.... I'll make sure Eileen would never choose you ever again."

He looked sad and was already half stunned as you threw the poisoned dargger at his feet. He looked at you with soft thankful eyes as he plunged it in his chest you looked away and started the chant.

"Goddess of moon your daughter is calling for you please hear her plea..."

“Vein to vein and bone to bone,

Crimson key and beating gate,

Claim what once was flesh and known.

Unlock the jaws of devoured fate.

He offer his pulse, I offer my breath,

I crown the hour with willing death.

Turn the clock and split the seam—

Drag him back through that very shattered dream.”

His blood pooled at your feet as the candle extinguished on their own , pointing at the refusal to sacrifice...

"I knew your heart would not be even half enough.. "

you sighed as you remembered how you were on verge of death.. and how Eileen treated you kindly; she kept you from suciding; you wanted to live again just because of her .

"Mother... I offer my life to help this poor sinner go back... Please show kindness.."

The extinguished candle one by one burned on their own again as your body started to turn into black feathers and started to get scatter.. you looked at Cesare dying who was looking at you with wide eyes...

"I dont think I'll meet you again to hate you and keep Eileen safe from you .. but mind my words I'll curse you to death if something happened to her again.. until me meet again...."

With that your body dissapeared and blackness filled his sight.

He was right on the topic of taking her as his wife as soon as he came back to past.. it was not on his to do list when he found out that another victim was going to be executed on guillotine this time too . But what made him restless was it was non other than you.

He kept Eileen safe yes but he cannot just let you sacrifice your life for nothing this time too. he knows how people were like in the past, how they defiled Eileen they would do the same with your body too.. he can't let it happen.. you are his benefactor!!

You were preparing to leave Traon; some local thugs had tried to woo you but you rejected and now they were spreading rumour that you were a witch using black magic... Which was not entirely wrong but still you weren't harming anyone.. were you?? They even had came on to the point to get you executed..

That's why you were leaving. You heard a knock on the door , you opened and peeked through the little crack it was a tall man in uniform. You tried to shut it; but he blocked it just using one hand..

"uh.. sir i think you are at wrong place..."

Ceasre looked at you and smirked..

"nuh uh.. I'm at the right place infact I was looking for you miss little witch... "

You looked at him stunned as you tried to grab the dagger from the table.. but he just raised both of his hands. I don't want trouble I just wanted to give you a way to stay in the empire without being executed...

Your eyes widened as you cautiously looked at him with big beady eyes..

"ohh"

you said with curtsey.

"... Do you want to sit and have tea?? Mr. Uh..."

"Cesare..."

You stumbled in your hurry as you heard the name.. wasn't he the monster duke's name Cesare too?!! You looked at him like a bunny in cage. He smiled widely..

"So miss witch the way to save you is....."

And thats how you were taken to one and only emperor of the Traon kingdom . The plan was simple that Cesare's brother, none other than the Leone would take you as his wife.. and after that you would be safe; same as how after marrying into duchy your bestie Eileen was not executed. But the problem was you hated the way Leone dismissed you on the first meet.

You two became sworn enemies by the end of the first week.. no reason but you hated his guts and he loved teasing you. You were not wrong in your thoughts though ... Why would such a handsome man and no other than the emperor himself would want some one short and chubby, he can have most beautiful women in the whole empire...

You were not elegant at all .. and you stood out as a sore thumb if stood with him or Eileen but when Eileen herself pleaded you to stay like this even if this relationship with Leone was sham. You stayed.

He liked the way you talked back and taunted him without fear.. you didn't try to sugar coat things just because he was emperor. He knew why you tried to push him away . In the end you always thought that he would marry someone else and you have to leave. That's why you were always trying to keep yourself from falling in love.. you both were already fallen for eachother..

It was like normal day but Leone was more frustrated than ever when you collided with him on accident in the halls. But his mood took better of him as the snide remark left his mouth....

"Use your brain and eyes properly or did you ate that too??"

He have never used your insecurity as weapon you heard the maid nearby laugh, you looked at him hurt eye filled with tears...

" Atleast I'm better than a useless puppet emperor.. god's i hope I leave this place soon."

It was not your remark of him that clicked in his mind... You leaving?? Are you kidding?? At that moment you turned to leave already wiping your tears..

"You know I was joking right love?? Same as you were ..."

'I'm not joking I hope I have never came here to you.."

Smack..

Your cheek had the hand print before he could have opened his mouth..

"You would say you were joking; that you don't want to leave... Say it.."

You looked shocked as you turned around to run; but he caught your wrist and dragged you to his chambers....and the door was locked .

Wrists tied thigh apart as he took you till the sun rise the next day; you never thought a man with face of an angel can do something like this. Whenever you cried and begged to be left alone.. he would kiss your tears away.. telling it was for your own good. That you need to be punished for what you had said.

After a few days you gave him silent treatment.. he became restless... He started leaving you alone for a bit to make you feel at home. That day He was out to chat with Cesare and Eileen about your condition when you made the plan to escape.. you took the help of the maid which was your first mistake...

As Leone was chatting with the two of them the maid came running to the room announcing that she had caught you planning to run away with a man.. never ever had Leone thought he would become the man like Cesare.. His eyes red as he ran to the garden where you were pinned by the gaurd sobbing; one move of the sword and the gaurd's head rolled on the ground beside you; you fainted with the amount of blood that sprayed on your dress.

Leone took care of you everyday that you would open your eyes someday.. and after a week today was that day. You fluttered your eyes open and looked at the three with confused expression.. you only knew Eileen; who were these two other intimidating men?? To hug Eileen cutely. Trying to hide behind her... Discarding the fact that both men were able to see you .

You whispered loudly to Eileen .. "who are they??"

Leone fall to his knees..

"Love you don't remember me?? I.. I'm your husband... We are happily married!!"

He lied as he hugged your legs tightly burying his face in your lap. Eileen tried to open her mouth but Cesare softly grabbed her shoulder.. she looked down on the ground guilty. You looked at her and she lied..

"Yes.. and this man" she pointed to Cesare " is duke Cesare and my husband and that man is emperor Leone Traon Kal Imperator and your husband; you two had a little fight...with him.."

At this the said emperor shot a warning look at Eileen. Cesare in response threw a warning look at his brother .

"You are pregnant with baby.. and ..you fainted while trying to over work...and now you are showing signs of amnesia."

You gasped. And looked at the man on your lap...

"But how... He looks soo....."

"So what honey???"

He asked crying..

"you know how scared I was.. you were laying there without moving... Hm??"

You looked guilty and were looking for ways to escape.

"Nuh uh.. do you know how scared I was when my pretty little wife was not awake nagging me... How can you do this to me?? And our baby??"

He asked while nuzzling you tummy which was Not showing even a bit.You blushed innocently hiding you face believing the lie and Leone smirked..

"We should leave our wives alone for a bit to chat what do you think brother?? We need to have some chat too."

They left the room leaving you two alone.. it was safe to say they haven't gone far as they were in the next room listening to your squeal about how handsome Leone is and asking Eileen when did she got married and does both if you two are loved by your husbands...

Leone was looking in deep thoughts when Cesare asked what happened .

"You know I remembered the time when you told me how you want to kill half of the kingdom and now after she had woken up without even a memory of her thinking to run away.. I'm feeling the same.. I would kill each and every one rather than letting her go."

Cesare smirked and sighed

"Well it'll be good to marry her soon, maybe you can ask Eileen to be exclusively her physician and also he she is not pregnant yet you can get her pregnant before she gets her memory back"

They heard your cooing and Eileen's soft voice in you room's balcony as both men peeked thorough the window. You two were chattering about a sparrows nest on the tree near the window. Both looked at each other walked back to your room. You squealed happily and dragged Leone by arm to show him the sparrow and her eggs. He nuzzled you and kissed your forehead.

"Love.. I was saying... As you don't remember our marriage..we can marry again if you want may be this would help you remember.. plus I think lady Eileen should make a good Physician for you she is quiet knowledgeable and she is your friend too I can trust her...."

Eileen tried to say something but Cesare asked suddenly..

"wifey I think we should leave the love birds to talk"

With that he dragged her back to duchy.

It's been a couple month since you married Leone, and now you were heavily pregnant in reality waddling around the whole palace with a very concerned husband on tail. Today after many days he got time to have chat alone with Eileen and Cesare he needs this time to ask about the drug that he was giving you to keep you from remembering things..Eileen felt terrible but this was the only way to keep you safe.

Suddenly without announcement the gates flew open as you waddled inside like a penguin with plate of cookies. You huffed and waddled to Leone who hurriedly stood up to make seat for you, you huffed again and sat on his emptied sofa with the plate on your belly.

" How can you?! I was sleepy and warm and then I woke up .. without my warm pillow !! How can you leave your wife alone!!"

You accused cutely as you chomped on the cookies. He looked panicked while Eileen and Cesare looked amused. He was on his knees within a sec..

"Love I'm sorry I thought you were sleeping...."

"Krrre.krrr....krrrrkrrrrr..."

"Last time I hugged you to sleep and you...."

"Krrrrr.krrrrr......krrrrrrrr........"

"You cried that I was trying to suffocate the baby.."

"Krrrr..krrrrkkkk......rkrrrrrrr.."

"What are you doing love??"

"Krrrrr.krrrr... pause uh... Eating cookie...... You" wishpered

You showed him half bitten cookie with large beady eyes shining.

"Can I have one?? "

"Yes..."

You picked one cookie and pushed it to him. He frowned at you...

" Love I want the one you are eating.'

"Uh.. but it's soggy... And I licked it....."

"I know honey but that one is sweeter."

You tried to hide it but he grabbed your wrist and gobbled the soggy cookie..... Intentionally biting your chubby fingers in process.

You squealed and blushed and he licked your fingers clean and hide your face with the cushion. Eileen looked at you two blushing.. maybe... Just maybe she hopes that your are not sad with Leone... Maybe she drugged you to save you from death..

And Leone? ... He was absolutely drunk on his little witch.