Pierce Through the Heart💘
Yandere King of Hearts x Reader x Yandere Queen of Hearts (Ocs Kinda)
Warnings: Blood, mass murder, vomiting, obsessive behavior. Reader wears dresses but pronouns are kept neutral.
Masterlist 💘
The queen's hands felt like knives on your spine as she tied the laces of the bodice, her lip raising into a scowl as she fought with the red ribbon.
"Why make laces if they don't fit..." She hissed under her breath, but you were more focused on the reflection in front of you.
You didn't even recognize them; all dolled up with no sign of wear and tear. You were so used to the bags under your eyes and the scars from your previous life on the countryside. Oh, how you wished you could go back. You wished you could wake up every morning to the sweet smell of your mother's perfume and the pancakes on the stove. You wished you could feel your father hug you tight before you picked the annoying crops from the garden. You miss it so much that your heart began to ache.
You only exited your mind when the queen grabbed your shoulders, her nails digging into the puffs of your sleeves.
"Chin up, love. It's your wedding day." The queen reminded, as if it were a mockery rather than an announcement. A reminder you could never be free again.
Your mouth twitched as you faked a tight smile; it hurt to do so. Your eyes looked so dull as they looked at themselves. You couldn't see the spark that you once had before all of this. Why did they have to chose you as a consort? Why couldn't it be the ladies and gentlemen that swooned over their every step?
The queen adjusted your veil before pulling your shoulders until you sat upright. "There. You look perfect, my heart." She murmured, resting her head on your shoulder. Her crown felt like a knife against your cheek.
She took your hand and slowly led you out of the room as if you were made of glass, glaring at anyone who stood too close. The cathedral doors felt like a prison you were willingly walking into, but where would you run? They would just capture you again like a rabid animal.
The cathedral doors slid open and you could feel your heart beating faster in your ears. When your posture grew to a hunch again, the queen's nails dug roughly into your palm, forcing you to stand tall again.
Your veil casketed down your back like a weighted chain, slowly inching closer to your cell as you walked down the isle. Your "lover" looked like the happiest woman in the kingdom, her red lips upward in a proud grin.
Just ahead, the king stood tall and nervous. But not nearly for the reasons you were. He was nervous as though he were but a simple groom awaiting his spouse, not a captor awaiting his victim.
The queen moved to the king's side as you stood before the two. One side facing the pope and one facing the kingdom, you let the king and queen hold either of your hands, the final chain across your wrist.
Your heartbeat grew faster and louder in your ears until it's all you could hear. You palms and back grew sweaty, but the king and queen looked almost pleased? Did they think you were just a blushing bride? They probably saw it as cute; they always did when you were scared.
The pope's words were tuned out as you got into a staring competition with your spouses to be, until finally, the pope hammered the final nail in your coffin.
"Do you take Lady Matilda and Lord Victor as your lawfully wedded wife and husband?" The old man asked.
You began sweating even more, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You could feel the crowd staring at you in anticipation, their eyes looking at you from almost every angle of the room. The queen's nails began digging into your hand.
"I..." You hesitated, but in the midst of your panic, you didn't see the king signal to the card guards nearby. That is, until screams echoed through the church. Your head shot up as bayonets pierced through any nearby citizens with a sickening slash all while gunshots pierced through the room without a care.
Your ears rung with every fire of the rifles. You let out a sob when everything went silent. Your dress was covered blood as you threw your hands from the king and queen's hold to cover your mouth. You began sobbing and praying to any god that would listen, your quivering legs collapsing beneath you as you covered your mouth. But all you did was forced the smell of iron and viscera closer to your nose. Your throat burned as you purged whatever food was left in you onto the marble floor.
Tears flooded your vision even as the king and queen patted your back when you began to heave. "Aw, sorry sweetie. It won't happen again" The king said, as though he was mocking you. Mocking you for his decision to murder the nobles, mocking your decision to agree to stay with them in the first place, mocking your suffering.
You sobbed and shook your head, but the queen grabbed you by your hair and forced your eyes to meet hers. "Honey, this would all be avoided if you didn't hesitate. If you won't answer the pope, then answer me. Will you be our spouse?" The queen asked, her voice calm and her eyes soft.
You began to breathe heavily before the king grabbed your shoulders from behind. "Answer her, sweetness." He murmured in your ear as if he were encouraging a child.
"Yes! I do... I do!" You gasped out, your eyes squeezing shut. The king and queen caged you between them as the queen kissed your face.
"Such a good consort. We promise to spoil you until you stop breathing..."
