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ā¤· TW: Dark psychological themes, sadistic & dominant reader, masochist & submissive yandere, stalking, harassment, physical violence, murder/homicide, and highly toxic family dynamic.
Everyone at school knew you were dangerous. You ruled the senior corridor with a cold and effortless control. For the past year, your absolute favorite target was the quiet, hollow-eyed boy who sat in the very back row.
Ren was a ghost to everyone else, but to you, he was the perfect outlet.
You didn't target him just because you were mean. At home, your life was a suffocating and clinical prison. Your high-achieving parents treated you like a trophy instead of a daughter. Every single dinner was a harsh interrogation about your grades, your college track, and your ranking. There was no affection in your house, only an agonizing pressure to dominate everyone around you. School became the only place where you actually had control. You believed that if you weren't the predator, you would quickly become the prey.
When your statistics grade started to slip at the beginning of the semester, you noticed him. His test scores were always flawless. You cornered him after class and threw a heavy stack of modules onto his desk, telling him to do them perfectly or he would regret it. He didn't try to fight back. He just took the papers with a lowered head and trembling hands.
But doing your homework quickly turned into carrying your school bag. Then it turned into paying for your lunch. Soon, your friends joined in on the fun, and the exploitation turned into physical humiliation. You started shoving him into lockers, knocking his books to the floor, and whispering cruelties into his ear just to watch him shake.
What you didn't know was that you weren't breaking him at all. You were feeding a monster.
Behind closed doors, Ren didn't hate the bruises or the dirt you left on his uniform. He lived for them. He was a textbook masochist who was completely addicted to your cruelty. Your anger was the only real and intense thing in his empty life.
For Ren, life was absolutely perfect. He didn't care about making friends or fitting in. All he cared about was the fact that your undivided, hyper-focused attention belonged entirely to him every single day. Even when you were yelling at him or pushing him out of your way, your eyes were on him, your hands were touching him, and your thoughts were consumed by him. He was your favorite project, and that was all he ever wanted.
Every night, he sat on his bedroom floor in the absolute dark. His room was a hidden sanctuary dedicated entirely to you. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling in printed photos of you. Some were screenshots he pulled from your social media profiles, but most were candid shots he took himself from the shadows. Photos of you frowning at your locker, tilting your head during quizzes, or laughing coldly with your friends.
He refused to wash the school blazers that your friends threw chalk at. Instead, he would run his fingers over the fabric, tracking the faint scent of your perfume mixed with the dust. He kept a meticulous journal where he logged the exact timestamps of every time you looked at him, the number of insults you used, and the precise force of your hands against his collarbone. He would sit in the quiet room and press his own thumbs into the fresh bruises you gave him, replaying your harsh voice over and over in his head until he was completely breathless.
But his obsession went much deeper. Every single time you forced him to do your homework, Ren secretly made two copies of every essay and worksheet. He kept your actual, handwritten rough drafts locked in a fireproof safe under his bed. He spent his nights staring at the curves of your handwriting, memorizing the exact way you crossed your T's and dotted your I's. He even stole a half-empty plastic water bottle you left behind on your desk, keeping it sealed on his nightstand like a prize. If you wore a hair tie that snapped during the day and threw it in the trash, Ren would wait until the classroom was empty just to fish it out of the bin. He wore that broken elastic band around his left wrist every single night, letting it dig into his skin while he lay awake beneath the rows of your pictures, completely consumed by you. You thought you were controlling him, but he was building an entire universe out of your garbage.
Yes, for Ren, life was absolutely perfect.
But then, she happened.
The new transfer girl arrived at the start of the month. She was a self-righteous junior who quickly noticed the dynamic between you and Ren. Mistaking Renās quiet, submissive behavior for pure, unadulterated agony, she developed a protective, bleeding-heart crush on him.
One afternoon, your group forced Ren to scrub the muddy classroom floor on his hands and knees. The transfer girl watched from the doorway, her knuckles turning white. She didn't confront you. Instead, she went straight to the principalās office with a detailed written report and video evidence she had secretly recorded on her phone.
The fallout ruined everything. Because of the irrefutable proof, the administration had no choice. You and your friends were handed a mandatory, severe two-week suspension.
At home, your parents went completely ballistic. They stripped away your phone, locked you in your room to study, and treated you like an absolute disgrace to the family name. The psychological torment at home was grueling, but for Ren, those two weeks were a literal descent into hell.
The sudden, freezing deprivation of your cruelty drove him completely insane.
By the end of the two weeks, he had sent exactly 1,432 text messages, made 412 phone calls, and left 87 voicemails. At first, the texts seemed normal, almost formal, as if he was just trying to be a dutiful assistant.
> Day 1 (10:15 AM): I completed the statistics modules ahead of schedule. Please let me know where I should deliver them.
> Day 2 (4:30 PM): Your desk was empty today. I kept your notes organized. I hope everything is fine.
But as the days bled together and the silence from your end stretched out, the polite mask completely dissolved. The texts became frantic, unhinged, and desperate for any sign of life.
> Day 6 (2:14 AM): Why aren't you answering me? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me what I did wrong. I'll fix it.
> Day 9 (11:45 PM): I found the blue pen you lost last month. I've been holding it all day. My room is so quiet without your voice. It hurts. Please hurt me instead of staying quiet.
> Day 13 (3:22 AM): I'm outside. I can see your window. It's so dark. Please look out. Just look down at me. Throw something at me. Anything. I'm starving.
The voicemails were a grueling, pathetic display of his withdrawal. In the early ones, he sounded shaky and apologetic. But by the second week, they were recorded at ungodly hours of the night. You could hear the heavy pouring rain in the background and his ragged, hyperventilating breath against the microphone. He would sob quietly into the phone, his voice cracking into a desperate whisper. "Please," he would beg, his teeth literally chattering from the cold outside your building. "Please don't leave me alone. I'll let you do whatever you want. I'll let your friends beat me. Just come back to school. Just look at me. I'm nothing if you aren't looking at me."
While you were trapped at home, the transfer girl tried to comfort Ren at school, genuinely believing she had saved him.
"They're gone," she whispered warmly after class one day, reaching out to touch his arm. "You're safe now."
That touch was the final anchor snapping in Ren's mind. She hadn't saved him. She had stolen his god. She had taken away his pain, his reward, and his only reason for waking up in the morning.
The next evening, Ren followed the transfer girl after her club meeting. He cornered her in the damp, isolated basement of the old science building. The pathetic, cowering victim completely vanished. With a cold, expressionless face, Ren stepped out of the shadows. He didn't yell. He didn't hesitate. He systematically and brutally punished her with a heavy iron pipe, ensuring she was hospitalized in critical condition. When she finally woke up weeks later, she was so profoundly traumatized that she refused to speak a word, her family instantly transferring her to a school across the country out of sheer terror.
When your suspension finally ended, you walked back into the senior corridor with a cold, venomous fury. You assumed Ren was the one who had snitched on you. The second the lunch bell rang, you cornered him behind the sports equipment shed, ready to make him bleed for the hell your parents had put you through.
You slammed his heavy frame against the brick wall, pressing the sole of your shoe hard against his chest, right over his heart.
"You think you're clever, you pathetic piece of trash?" you spat, digging your heel in until he gasped. "You think because you got me suspended, I won't ruin the rest of your miserable life?"
You expected him to cry, to beg, to tremble. But as you looked down, your breath caught.
Ren's eyes were wide, bloodshot, and burning with a dark, glassy glint of absolute euphoria. His lips parted into a faint, trembling, manic smile. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving aggressively against the bottom of your shoe, his hands gripping your ankleānot to push you away, but to hold your foot securely against his ribs. He was practically vibrating with pleasure, completely intoxicated by the weight of your boot.
The realization hit you like a physical punch to the gut: He loves this. You aren't punishing him; you're rewarding him.
You didn't recoil in disgust. Instead, a slow, dark smirk spread across your face. You leaned in closer, pressure increasing against his ribs, watching his eyes widen even more with manic bliss. So, your little punching bag was a pervert. He was addicted to you. He needed your cruelty to survive.
And that gave you the ultimate power.
"You're disgusting," you whispered, your smirk widening as you intentionally pulled your foot back.
Renās manic smile instantly dropped into a look of sheer, frantic panic. "No... please," he choked out, dropping to his knees and reaching for the hem of your skirt. "Don't stop. I've been so good. I waited for you."
But you had already figured out how to truly torture him. If he wanted your cruelty, you were going to give him absolute nothingness.
The next morning, you walked right past Ren's desk in the back row. He was sitting up straight, his eyes wide and desperate, practically begging you to knock his papers over. You didn't even blink. You walked right past him and slammed your hand onto the desk of a normal, completely innocent boy named Leo.
"You," you said coldly, looking at the terrified boy. "Do my homework from now on. Give me your lunch money."
You took Leo's notebook. You focused all your intense, terrifying energy on another male student. You shoved Leo against the lockers, completely erasing Ren from your universe.
The sudden, brutal withdrawal of your attention completely fractured Ren's mind. He had to sit in the back row and watch you put your hands on another guy. He had to watch you give his pain, his punishment, and his bruises to someone else.
The jealousy was a violent, suffocating poison. Leo was stealing his girl. Leo was stealing his torment.
A few days later, you arrived early to school, but the atmosphere in the hallway was entirely different. It was dead silent. Police officers were stationed outside the sports equipment shed, and yellow crime scene tape was cordoning off the area.
The whispers hit you immediately. Leo was dead. He had been found early that morning inside the shed, his body completely broken, cold, and pooled in his own blood. It wasn't just a beating; it was an execution.
A cold, thrilling shiver ran down your spine. You didn't panic. Slowly, you turned your head and walked into the quiet classroom.
Ren was sitting there in his usual seat in the back row, surrounded by shadows. His uniform tie was missing, his white collar was stained with a few stray drops of dark, dried blood, and his knuckles were split completely wide open.
When you looked at him, he didn't cower. A wide, terrifyingly starved, unhinged grin split across his face. His bloodshot eyes locked onto yours, trembling with a manic, ecstatic hope. He was practically panting, waiting to see if his grand sacrifice would finally make you look at him again.
You stood by the doorway, looking from his blood-crusted hands up to his manic face. The police sirens wailed outside the window, but inside the classroom, the silence was suffocating.
Slowly, you walked right past Leo's empty, cursed desk. You stepped up to the very back row and stopped directly in front of Ren.
He looked up at you, his chest heaving aggressively. The pathetic, submissive act was completely gone. Before you could even open your mouth, he leaned forward, his voice a frantic, desperate whisper that trembled with a terrifying pride.
"I killed him," Ren confessed, his bloodshot eyes wide and unblinking. "I did it for you. He was taking my place. He was touching your hands, he was taking your anger... he was stealing the only things that belong to me. I had to erase him. I had to make sure you'd only look at me again. Punch me. Break my hands. Do whatever you want to me, please, just tell me I'm yours againā"
He was hyperventilating, completely spiraling into his unhinged, manic rant, begging for your violence like a starving animal.
You didn't raise your hand. You didn't yell.
Instead, a slow, dark smirk crawled onto your lips. You reached out, grabbed his stained collar, and pulled him up forcefully until his lips crashed against yours.
Ren instantly froze. His entire body went completely rigid, his eyes widening in absolute, paralyzing shock. The violent monster who had just committed an execution was suddenly breathless, completely shattered by the unexpected warmth of your mouth. It wasn't a sweet kiss; it was dominant, bruising, and a reminder of exactly who owned who. You bit his lower lip just hard enough to make him whimper, effectively choking the manic words right out of his throat and shutting him up entirely.
When you finally pulled back, Ren was trembling violently, his face flushed a deep, frantic crimson, a single thread of saliva and blood connecting your lips. He looked completely ruined, entirely brought to his knees by a single touch.
You let go of his collar, pushing him back slightly. You adjusted the strap of your school bag, your cruel smirk never fading as you looked down at him.
"Clean your hands and change your clothes," you commanded coldly, your voice dripping with absolute authority. "Then do my statistics modules. If there's a single mistake, I'll make you bleed."
Ren let out a ragged, whimpering gasp of pure, euphoric submission. He nodded frantically, his eyes tearing up as he gripped the edges of his desk, entirely and helplessly your slave.
content. 2.2K words, 7 minutes in heaven, mild spice, alcohol consumption, splash of blood, college au
āUgh, what is he doing here?ā
Lips curling in disgust, you turn to your best friend, jabbing your thumb in the direction of the biggest fucking asshole in the world. She laughs, steering you away from him and towards the kitchen instead.
āItās a big party, [Name],ā she says lightly. āOf course heād be invited. Hell, Iām surprised he isnāt one of the people who organized this in the first place. Letās just avoid him.ā
Avoid him? Then, you may as well be admitting defeat. Besides, heās the one thatās always antagonizing you. You tell Iris as much for the umpteen time, harrumphing, āI swear to god, he hates my guts.ā
āI know, I know,ā she placates you, as if you were a whiny child.
You know that she doesnāt believe you. No, to be exact, you know that she thinks youāre only exaggerating things.
Sweet, charming Erik, darling of Ashwood College, is unknown to none and admired by all. Outwardly, he is perfect in all senses of the word. The thought of him hating someone, genuinely hating someone, is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.
That is why the whole school only sees the dynamic between you two as a friendly rivalry.
They donāt see the pure, unadulterated loathing in his eyes when he stares at you, the cruelty in his sneer and the venom in his words. They donāt see how tense he gets around you in a way he never does around everybody else, how his golden boy facade slips and his true colours show. They donāt see how he tries to one-up you in everything that you do, how he invades and infiltrates every club and event that you join just to steal the spotlight away from you.
You sigh, collecting yourself. You donāt actually know what you did to incur the āChosen Oneāsā wrath, but itāll be a cold day in hell before you let the likes of him break your spirit. You arenāt dubbed as his ārivalā for nothing, after all.
ā[Name]! Iris! Come, join us!ā
Turning towards the sound of a familiar voice, you find a large group of people sitting in a vague shape of a circle in the living room. You catch his eyes ā Erikās eyes ā immediately. Bright green, glittering with malice like a fucking Disney villain.
āWhat are yāall doing?ā you ask, glancing away, ignoring him in favour of your grinning friend.
Enthusiastically, he raises a bottle of vodka up for you to see, shaking it slightly for good measure. āWeāre starting with āNever Have I Everā.ā
Iris laughs. āSure. Sounds fun.ā
Slotting yourselves into the group, the games begin innocently enough. You take a few shots here and there, but itās nothing you canāt handle. Iris takes more, surprising even you with some of her answers.
Your turn comes. You play it safe. āNever have I everā¦ met a celebrity.ā
Both groans and cheers erupt from the group.
āThatās cheating!ā āCāmon, broā¦ā āYou have to take a shot too, [Name]!ā
āHuh?ā Confusion draws your brows together. āI do?ā
Several stunned faces stare blankly at you, before hysterical laughter overcomes everyone in the room. Your friend, the one who first invited you to play, is laughing so hard that heās literally rolling on the ground.
āDonāt tell me ā Erik ā HAHAHAā¦!ā
Reality hits you like a shit ton of bricks. Ah, right. Erik. Supermodel, famous actor, famous parents and all that. You honestly forgot he existed for a second, with how uncharacteristically quiet heās been tonight.
āOh my god,ā you gasp, āI completely forgot.ā
You burst into laughter along with them, and the moment passes lightheartedly. Out of the corners of your eyes, you watch as Erik seethes behind his smile, and self-satisfaction warms your heart. Reminding an attention seeker that you couldn't care less about himā¦ Though unintentional, that definitely had to hurt.
Then, comes Erikās turn to ask a question.
Eyes piercing holes into your soul, a wicked grin splits his face wide open, and you just know heās targeting you.
āNever have I ever kissed someone.ā
Huh. Thatās a lot tamer than you had expected it to be.
The majority of the group take a shot, though some donāt. Including you. After some mild teasing, just as everyone is about to move on to the next question, Erik speaks up once more.
āYouāve never kissed anyone before, [Name]?ā
He frames it as an innocent, curious question, but you see it for what it truly is. Heās mocking you. How childish. Who cares whether or not youāve kissed anyone? You have standards, okay? Unlike a certain someoneā¦
āThatās preposterous!ā one of your other friends cries, words slurred by tipsiness. āWe have to fix that!ā
Agreement ripples down the circle, and someone else exclaims, āLetās play seven minutes in heaven!ā
Slightly tipsy yourself, you go along with it with a laugh. There are so many people playing, what are the odds that you are chosen?
As it turns out, very fucking high.
You watch with a growing sense of horror as the glass bottle stalls, its cap pointing straight at you. Eager āooh!ās and wolf whistles sound throughout the room, all of your friends apparently ecstatic that youād finally be receiving your first kiss. Slowly, disbelievingly, and utterly painfully, you turn to look up at the one who had spun the bottle.
Erik fucking Agapov.
Cockily, he stands, directing down at you a taunting smile. āWhat are you waiting for?ā
āI āā
āScared, are you?ā he interrupts. Roguishly, he winks. āDonāt worry, I donāt bite.ā
I will, you think to yourself. Youāll bite his damned tongue off if he tries getting anywhere near you.
Iris pats your shoulder as an attempt at reassurance as you get up too, meeting his gaze boldly. Scoffing, you roll your eyes. āYou wish. Come on, letās get this over with already. What are you, a snail?ā
Cheers spur you on as you enter the bedroom with him, and the alcohol in your system acts as liquid courage. Instead of kissing, though, you want to use this time you have to confront him. Itās the first time youāve ever actually interacted with him one-on-one, and youāll probably never get a chance like this again, so you want to make the most out of it.
The moment the door clicks shut, you round on him immediately.
āWhy do you hate me so much?ā
His mask shatters. His smile drops, and it is replaced by a look of unfiltered detestation. āHah! Shouldnāt I be the one asking you that question? You ā Iāve been nothing but nice to you. To everyone. But you ā You act as if Iām nothing but the dirt under your shoe! You want to know why I hate you so much? Itās because youāre the most infuriating person Iāve ever met!ā
āMe? Infuriating?ā you parrot incredulously. āYouāre the one whoās always bothering me! The staring, the mocking, joining every club Iām in just to show off in front of me ā What is your problem?!ā
āTo put you in your place, obviously,ā he retorts, scowling, crossing his arms. āYou need to learn to respect your betters!ā
Your eyebrows raise sky-high. āAre you hearing yourself right now? What the fuck do you mean my ābettersā? Youāre not better than me, you absolute āā
Wait.
Thatās it.
He hates you because you donāt worship the ground he walks on.
Oh my god, thatās it?
The stupidity of this realisation has a laugh bubbling out of your throat, causing him to startle at the rapid shift in your emotions. You take a step forward, and he, unwittingly, takes a step back.
āWhy would I respect you?ā you ask, condescension dripping from your tone. āYouāre vain, petty, and a two-faced bastard. Itās a wonder Iām the only one who noticed. Or maybe the others have too, but they just donāt care because youāre an oh-so-famous superstar. Thatās all youāre good for, isnāt it?ā
A low blow, you admit. But you couldnāt give less of a fuck.
Something darker flashes across his features, yet it flickers away before you get a good read on it. Rolling his eyes, he bites back, āItās more than youāll ever be.ā
Fury roars in your head, searing your skin as it surges through your veins. Does he know just how hard youāve worked to get to where you are now? Of course not. Not when he was born with a platinum spoon in his mouth. Not when the entire world knew his name before he was even born.
āIf youāre soooo confident in yourself, why are you so desperate for my admiration?ā You take another step forward, then another, until the both of you are nose to nose. You jab your finger into his chest sharply, provoking him with your unflinching stare. āItās because youāre an insecure coward. Why donāt you use all that money of yours to buy yourself a backbone?ā
He snaps out a quick response, but you donāt really hear it.
The sound ā no, the feeling ā of his heartbeat drowns out every other noise in the room. From just your one fingertip, pressed onto his clothes over where his heart would be, the hummingbird-esque thrum reverberates. With how close you are to him, you can feel the tent forming in his pants. His breaths fans out over your face, shuttered and choppy, and even in the dark, you can see how wide his pupils are blown.
Emerald green glimmers in the pale moonlight, not out of hatred butā¦ lust?
Have you been misreading his expressions this entire time?
āYouāre obsessed with me, arenāt you?ā you murmur, your second realisation clicking into place. Without noticing, youāve somehow backed him up against the bedroom door. āYou canāt stop thinking about me, about the fact that I know what youāre truly like. You try to one-up me in everything I do like some fucked up mating dance. You act like you hate me, but all Iām seeing is denial.ā
His face screws up with the pathetic attempt at a snarl, but the effect is lost as a violent flush blooms across his cheeks. āListen here, you ā ah!ā
Grasping him by the hair, you pull him down so that he is forced to look up at you.
āNo, you listen,ā you hiss. āThe only one who has to learn respect here is you.ā
Briefly, you glance down at the watch on your wrist. Roughly four minutes left. More than enough time to teach him a lesson.Ā
Something evil must show on your face right now, for his annoying bravado finally falters, and uncertainty takes over his features. You canāt say that you arenāt pleased to see it.
āYouāre lucky that youāre good-looking,ā you tell him.
Then, you kiss him.
His entire body tenses up, much more than it already has. You can feel his breath hitch, but he doesnāt kiss you back. Wickedly, you bite his lower lip, pressing yourself closer the moment he yelps.
ā[Name], oh āā
You lowkey have zero idea what youāre doing, so youāre praying to all the gods above that the fanfiction youāve read doesnāt lead you astray. Judging by how tight his pants are getting, you suppose youāre not doing too bad.
Clumsily, he begins to react. His hands wrap around you, drawing you closer, and you swallow his groan as you part his legs with your thigh. He tries to move, to grind against you, but you cut that out with a yank to his hair.
An odd sound escapes him, half a sob and half a moan. He keens into you even more. One of his legs raises, hooking around yours.
āDo you do this to everyone that doesnāt like you?ā you ask derisively, words punctuated by short pants as you catch your breath. A thin string of saliva connects the two of you still. āBeg for their attention like a dog with cheap tricks? Whore yourself out?ā
āNo, I ā I āāĀ
Raising your knee, you watch with vindication as heās reduced to a stammering mess. āTell me, hm? Whereās that smart mouth of yours gone?ā
You donāt think he even understands what youāre saying anymore. He whines, clinging onto you, head dipping to trail kisses down your jaw.
ā[Name], [Name]...ā
His hair tickles your skin, and god, even his shampoo smells fancy. It irritates you more than youād like to admit.
Your watch beeps. One last minute.
At this, you pull away from him. He staggers, legs giving way, collapsing to the floor limply.Ā
Glossy eyes stare up at you, filled with an emotion you cannot quite place. He looks utterly debauched ā mussed hair, red lips, rumpled collar. A small streak of blood is smeared at the corner of his mouth. You mustāve bitten him a little too hard.
āYou better freshen yourself up now. Youāre a mess,ā you comment casually. āOf course, unless you want our dear friends to see you like this, then, by all means.ā
He blinks. Once, twice, eyelashes fluttering as if he were only just waking up from a dream.
āYouā¦ā
Three sharp raps against the bedroom door steal your attention away from him.
āTimeās up!ā Itās Iris. āAre yāall still alive in there?ā
Laughing, you step around him, reaching for the doorknob. āAllās good! Coming right out.ā
(You donāt know it then, but youāve doomed yourself right there.)
if youāve read my previous work on erik, just ignore any discrepancies in the lore LOL. i changed a lot of the story since i first posted that villain!erik story last year, so ig this counts as a reboot?
anyway he's such an attention seeker i love him <333
a/n: a gift from me to all of u for hitting 1k followers! hope you like it and thank you so so much for all the supportš„¹ā¤ļø love yall fr
yan mage! who turns back time for you. Forbidden magic? Human sacrifices? Doesn't matter. He'd use any means, pay any price just to get you back. To save you.
yan mage! who's delighted to find out that you had all your memories intact after returning to the past. Why else would you suddenly claim to go on holiday, travelling all the way to the north and away from your family? He knows you too well, the old you would never do that.
yan mage! who doesn't blame you for running away from the capital, of course you'd be afraid of making the same mistake and letting history repeat itself, it's just a natural reaction. He understands.
yan mage! who had no trouble at all locating you, he only had to track your mana signature by covering the whole country in his mana and seeing where it resonated. Easy enough for him since he's the most powerful mage in the kingdom. While other mages may have a cup's worth of mana in their lifetime, his mana supply was akin to a vast ocean. Endless.
yan mage! who teleports to your location, in a small village up north. He quickly learns of the life you've just adapted to, teaching the orphanage children to earn a living, using a fake name and abandoning all the influence and money you had as the youngest child of the Grand Duke.
yan mage! who suppresses the thrill of watching the shock on your face when he appears right at your doorstep. It was fun watching you from afar, living your new life, but now it's time for you to come home.
yan mage! who watches as you pretend to not remember him. Cute. Even if you truly had no memory of him, he wouldn't leave this village without you. You'll be safe with him, you'll see it for yourself soon enough.
yan mage! who teleports you into a pocket dimension he created just for you. Aren't you surprised? He made it to look exactly like your family's estate, right to how the warmth of the sun felt on your skin and the chirping of the birds in the garden. Now, no one can hurt you and you can stay here happily with him!
yan mage! who has no choice but to restrain you with his magic. You'd finally dropped your act of not recognising him but why do you resist? Please don't break his heart, he doesn't want to use his magic on you, not like this.
yan mage! who fills your room with all sorts of luxuries in an attempt to appease you. Custom clothes from the best boutique shop, rare jewels, flowers, everything you could possibly think of. All so that you would come to enjoy staying here, with him.
yan mage! who conveniently leaves out the fact that your family is desperately searching for you after realising you were missing. Or the fact that he's currently leading them on a wild goose chase, leaving fake clues for them to follow. He won't let anyone try to separate you from him.
yan mage! who only smiles calmly as he watches you trash your room in protest, hurling all sorts of threats at him. With a snap of his fingers, everything was back to its original place, and he reassures you that he's only doing this for your own good.
yan mage! who decides to leave you alone for a few days. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't it?
yan mage! who moniters you silently from the real world. It hurts to be apart from you for so long, but if this is what he must do for you to realise your own feelings, so be it. The lifeless puppets he placed in the pocket dimension seem to be serving you well, bringing your food, helping you get dressed, following you around as you finally explore the little dimension he created for you.
yan mage! who watches through the eyes of the puppets as you grow quieter as the days stretch into weeks, no longer making a mess out of your room, no longer yelling and demanding to be let go. Unkempt hair, refusing to eat, and locking yourself up in your room, it seems that it'll only be a few more days before he can finally reunite with you.
Just a little longer, my love, and I'll never leave your side ever again.
yan mage! who stumbles back, shocked, as you hug him tightly, welcoming him home.
Finally.
yan mage! who looks down at your clouded over eyes, cupping your face in his hands. "Did you miss me, my dear?"
You nod fervently.
He smiles at your eagerness. "I missed you too," He began to turn towards the door. "But first, let me get something for you to ea-"
"NO!" You yell, hugging him tighter. "Don't go...don't leave... i'm sorryimsorrypleasestay-"
The mage's eyes widened.
You've truly opened your heart to him. You're finally reciprocating his feelings for you.
He happily wraps his arms around you, embracing you in his warmth. How long had he waited for this moment?
"Alright, my darling. I won't go anywhere, how about that, hm?" He spoke softly, chastising you. "I'll stay right here with you."
yan mage! who continues living in his pocket dimension with you, ignoring the summons to join the hero's party to defeat the demon king.
yan mage! who can't care less about the chaos and havoc being wreaked throughout the country as the demon king runs rampant. Why should he care about them when he has you? It doesn't matter if the hero is dead, or if the country, this world, has been taken over by demons. They can't hurt you in his realm.
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synopsis: faced with the three hybrids who are determined to make you their mate, you finally decide to set things straight with them.
part 1 part 2 part 3 (final)
"There you are."
You faltered back, shocked by the sigh Fenrir, Jƶrmun, and Zephyr greeting you by the door.
"We've been looking for you everywhere!" Zephyr said, a cheerful smile on his face.
You swallowed your nerves. Enough avoiding. "We need to talk."
Jƶrmun raised a brow. "Talk aboutā¦?" he asked. Your words seemed to have caught the hybrids by surprise.
You shook your head. "Not here. Let's talk in my office."
Saying a quick thanks to Piper, you shut the door behind you before walking towards your own office. You knew this conversation had to happen, but you didn't feel prepared or clear-minded at all. But a large part of you didn't care. To hell with processing your emotions and coming up with a logical argument. As soon as you reached your own office, you were going to throw a fit. One that was long overdue.
The walk down the hallway was silent. Even Zephyr, the most energetic one of the trio, had quietened down, sensing the heavy atmosphere.
You walked into your office, sighing in frustration. Fenrir closed the door behind him. All three of them looked equal parts confused and concerned at your sudden change in behaviour.
Zephyr bit the bullet first. "So, uh, Doc. What did you-"
"How could you three scent me? Without asking me first?" You cut him off, trying your best but failing to keep your voice level. "Are you all crazy? Were you ever planning to tell me about this?"
Slowly, the hybrids connected the dots, realising that the person you were speaking to earlier must've revealed it to you.
"Ah, so that's what this is about." Jƶrmun replied calmly, with his scaly tail slowly flicking from left to right.
"We wanted to be the ones to tell you," Fenrir said, a displeased look on his face. "ā¦when you were ready."
His reply made your eye twitch. "When I'm ready? And how long would that have been? Weeks? Months? Do you know how agonizing it was to be avoided by everyone in this building? Even my patients refused to be treated, all because of you three."
"We just didn't want any other hybrids going near you." Zephyr scowled, the intimidating look on his face a stark contrast to his usual lighthearted expression. "You should've seen how they ogled at you before we finally stepped in."
Your jaw remained slacked, unable to come up with a reply.
"Don't act so shocked, sweetheart. We made our feelings plenty clear to you since the beginning. Stop pretending like you never noticed," Jƶrmun smiled. "We just wanted to make sure everyone else knew that."
He took a step forward, wanting to close the gap between you and them. You mirrored his movements, stepping back. Click. The sound of the door locking broke your little game of tightrope you were playing with him. Your eyes widened, spotting Fenrir's hand on the door. You'd been so distracted by the snake hybrid in front of you that you didn't even notice Fenrir's movements until it was too late.
You should've known better than to invite them to your office. To trap yourself in here.
"Why do you look so scared? We won't hurt you, Doc," Zephyr reassured, somehow getting ahold of your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. When did he sneak up on you?
Fenrir, having completed what he set out to do, returned to your side. "It's just for privacy. So nobody will intrude on us." The wolf hybrid's curt explanation felt like the final nail on the coffin. There was no escaping this now.
"Are you still thinking about how to run away from us? From your feelings?" Jƶrmun tilted his head, while Zephyr blocked your view of the door with one of his large wings.
You frowned at the accusation, stepping back once more only to bump into cool, hard wall behind you. Shit.
"ā¦From my feelings?"
The hybrids nodded as they closed in on you. Fenrir gently held your free hand, bringing it up to his face, his lips brushing the inner side of your wrist. "We can hear how your heart races when you're with us," he said, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Even now, it flutters like a hummingbird's wings. It's such a lovely sound." Zephyr grins as he leaned in slightly, your other hand still tangled in his. The feathers from his wings brush past your arm, their gentle touch leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You felt your face grow warm. From the tip of your ears, to your cheeks, and all the way down your neck. As if you never knew about your own traitorous heart. Seeing how the hybrids' eyes glinted with hunger, pupils blown out with desire, and their breathing getting heavier with impatience, they definitely noticed your reaction and loved it.
"Do you realise it now, beloved?" Jƶrmun asked, tilting your head up with his finger, savouring the view in front of him.
You jerked your head away from him, shaking it furiously. "It's insane. Have you all lost it?? Three hybrids and one human? Are you even hearing yourselves right now?"
The hybrids were (un)surprisingly undeterred by your outburst. In fact, your words only seemed to encourage them. You didn't deny the attraction you felt towards them.
One last push.
"You know sharing a mate is common for us hybrids right, Doc?" The winged hybrid asked, his tone sweet as sin. "There's nothing wrong with us being together."
"And if you're worried because you're a humanā¦" Jƶrmun continued, a wicked look in his slitted eyes. "ā¦We'll make sure no one will dare to even think about hurting our mate. There's really no reason to worry, my love."
"That's not-" You tried to reason with the three stubborn hybrids, only to gasp as Fenrir brought your hand to his lips, brushing against your skin as he spoke. "We'll take it slow, make things work. You don't have to figure everything out now- we can take our time." He said, as if hearing all the thoughts racing in your head, and planted a soft kiss on the top of your hand.
"Come on, Doc. Just one little nod, that's all we need." Zephyr chided, and you turned to face him. "We'll be yours, and you'll be ours. Doesn't that sound perfect?"
Despite your brain being unable to wrap around the concept of such a relationship working out, a tiny voice spoke in your heartā 'What if it does?'
"Please, Doc? We'll be so good to you, I swear," Zephyr tugged on your hand, his lips turned into a small pout.
"Don't think too much." Fenrir's gentle yet firm reminder weakened your resolve.
"Just follow your heart, my love." Jƶrmun's voice in your ear was like the devil's temptation.
You tilted your head down the slightest fraction, giving a small, hesitant nod.
The three hybrids grinned, before pulling you towards them, each of them taking in a deep breath of your scent. "Our mate."
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a/n: finally!!!! sorry for the wait but now with part 3, the hybrid series is complete YAY!
anyway,, hope yall enjoyed the hybrids as much as i did writing them!! thank you all for the support and for waiting so patiently for the finale love yall!
synopsis: faced with the three hybrids who are determined to make you their mate, you finally decide to set things straight with them.
part 1 part 2 part 3 (final)
"There you are."
You faltered back, shocked by the sigh Fenrir, Jƶrmun, and Zephyr greeting you by the door.
"We've been looking for you everywhere!" Zephyr said, a cheerful smile on his face.
You swallowed your nerves. Enough avoiding. "We need to talk."
Jƶrmun raised a brow. "Talk aboutā¦?" he asked. Your words seemed to have caught the hybrids by surprise.
You shook your head. "Not here. Let's talk in my office."
Saying a quick thanks to Piper, you shut the door behind you before walking towards your own office. You knew this conversation had to happen, but you didn't feel prepared or clear-minded at all. But a large part of you didn't care. To hell with processing your emotions and coming up with a logical argument. As soon as you reached your own office, you were going to throw a fit. One that was long overdue.
The walk down the hallway was silent. Even Zephyr, the most energetic one of the trio, had quietened down, sensing the heavy atmosphere.
You walked into your office, sighing in frustration. Fenrir closed the door behind him. All three of them looked equal parts confused and concerned at your sudden change in behaviour.
Zephyr bit the bullet first. "So, uh, Doc. What did you-"
"How could you three scent me? Without asking me first?" You cut him off, trying your best but failing to keep your voice level. "Are you all crazy? Were you ever planning to tell me about this?"
Slowly, the hybrids connected the dots, realising that the person you were speaking to earlier must've revealed it to you.
"Ah, so that's what this is about." Jƶrmun replied calmly, with his scaly tail slowly flicking from left to right.
"We wanted to be the ones to tell you," Fenrir said, a displeased look on his face. "ā¦when you were ready."
His reply made your eye twitch. "When I'm ready? And how long would that have been? Weeks? Months? Do you know how agonizing it was to be avoided by everyone in this building? Even my patients refused to be treated, all because of you three."
"We just didn't want any other hybrids going near you." Zephyr scowled, the intimidating look on his face a stark contrast to his usual lighthearted expression. "You should've seen how they ogled at you before we finally stepped in."
Your jaw remained slacked, unable to come up with a reply.
"Don't act so shocked, sweetheart. We made our feelings plenty clear to you since the beginning. Stop pretending like you never noticed," Jƶrmun smiled. "We just wanted to make sure everyone else knew that."
He took a step forward, wanting to close the gap between you and them. You mirrored his movements, stepping back. Click. The sound of the door locking broke your little game of tightrope you were playing with him. Your eyes widened, spotting Fenrir's hand on the door. You'd been so distracted by the snake hybrid in front of you that you didn't even notice Fenrir's movements until it was too late.
You should've known better than to invite them to your office. To trap yourself in here.
"Why do you look so scared? We won't hurt you, Doc," Zephyr reassured, somehow getting ahold of your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. When did he sneak up on you?
Fenrir, having completed what he set out to do, returned to your side. "It's just for privacy. So nobody will intrude on us." The wolf hybrid's curt explanation felt like the final nail on the coffin. There was no escaping this now.
"Are you still thinking about how to run away from us? From your feelings?" Jƶrmun tilted his head, while Zephyr blocked your view of the door with one of his large wings.
You frowned at the accusation, stepping back once more only to bump into cool, hard wall behind you. Shit.
"ā¦From my feelings?"
The hybrids nodded as they closed in on you. Fenrir gently held your free hand, bringing it up to his face, his lips brushing the inner side of your wrist. "We can hear how your heart races when you're with us," he said, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Even now, it flutters like a hummingbird's wings. It's such a lovely sound." Zephyr grins as he leaned in slightly, your other hand still tangled in his. The feathers from his wings brush past your arm, their gentle touch leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You felt your face grow warm. From the tip of your ears, to your cheeks, and all the way down your neck. As if you never knew about your own traitorous heart. Seeing how the hybrids' eyes glinted with hunger, pupils blown out with desire, and their breathing getting heavier with impatience, they definitely noticed your reaction and loved it.
"Do you realise it now, beloved?" Jƶrmun asked, tilting your head up with his finger, savouring the view in front of him.
You jerked your head away from him, shaking it furiously. "It's insane. Have you all lost it?? Three hybrids and one human? Are you even hearing yourselves right now?"
The hybrids were (un)surprisingly undeterred by your outburst. In fact, your words only seemed to encourage them. You didn't deny the attraction you felt towards them.
One last push.
"You know sharing a mate is common for us hybrids right, Doc?" The winged hybrid asked, his tone sweet as sin. "There's nothing wrong with us being together."
"And if you're worried because you're a humanā¦" Jƶrmun continued, a wicked look in his slitted eyes. "ā¦We'll make sure no one will dare to even think about hurting our mate. There's really no reason to worry, my love."
"That's not-" You tried to reason with the three stubborn hybrids, only to gasp as Fenrir brought your hand to his lips, brushing against your skin as he spoke. "We'll take it slow, make things work. You don't have to figure everything out now- we can take our time." He said, as if hearing all the thoughts racing in your head, and planted a soft kiss on the top of your hand.
"Come on, Doc. Just one little nod, that's all we need." Zephyr chided, and you turned to face him. "We'll be yours, and you'll be ours. Doesn't that sound perfect?"
Despite your brain being unable to wrap around the concept of such a relationship working out, a tiny voice spoke in your heartā 'What if it does?'
"Please, Doc? We'll be so good to you, I swear," Zephyr tugged on your hand, his lips turned into a small pout.
"Don't think too much." Fenrir's gentle yet firm reminder weakened your resolve.
"Just follow your heart, my love." Jƶrmun's voice in your ear was like the devil's temptation.
You tilted your head down the slightest fraction, giving a small, hesitant nod.
The three hybrids grinned, before pulling you towards them, each of them taking in a deep breath of your scent. "Our mate."
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a/n: finally!!!! sorry for the wait but now with part 3, the hybrid series is complete YAY!
anyway,, hope yall enjoyed the hybrids as much as i did writing them!! thank you all for the support and for waiting so patiently for the finale love yall!
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'mad dog' knight x crown princess reader part 4 (final)
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You stared at the dagger in your hands. Blood dripped off the edge in a slow and constant rhythm, like a persistent reminder of what you've done.
"Murderer..." He rasped, so soft you could barely hear him.
You rushed forward to save him. But your hand was covered in blood. His blood. Did you do this?
"No...I-" you muttered to yourself, your heartbeat starting to race. "No, no, NO!"
You gasped, jolting awake from the sound of your own voice.
A dream. Right. That's all. That's all, you murmured to yourself, although it brought little comfort to you.
You brought your knees to your chest, curling yourself up into a tight ball.
'It wasn't real.' you repeated to yourself, over and over again.
Unlike the other nights, your usual method didn't work. Your heart continued to race, and the irrational thoughts continued to linger.
You found yourself getting out of bed, and walking to the room next door. You stood outside, hesitating. What, knocking on Isaiah's door in the middle of the night, just because of a stupid nightmare? How childish.
You found yourself knocking anyway. You just had to see it for yourself. That he's alive and breathing, in front of you. That the dream wasn't real. After confirming it with your own eyes, you'll go right back to sleep.
The door swung open, and you were greeted with a sleepy knight. "Princess..? Is everything okay?" Isaiah asked, his words slightly slurred and his voice lower than usual as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wore a loose shirt and soft linen pants that hung low on his hips, a different look from the knight's uniform or metal armour you've seen him in.
You let out a soft sigh. Good.
Nodding, you replied. "Yes, everything's fine. Sorry I woke you. I just wanted to... check something." Heat started to rise up your neck, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I'll just... go back now. Uh, goodnight then,"
He blinked once before stepping out of his room, now fully awake. "I'll escort you back."
Even though your room was only a few steps away, you didn't decline his offer.
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He stood beside your bed as you tucked yourself back in. You moved slowly, adjusting and readjusting the pillows until they felt just right.
"How long has it been happening?" He asked as his eyes followed your movements, analyzing.
You brought your gaze to his, sighing. There was no fooling him, was there?
"Ever since we came back," You replied, finally laying down in bed.
Isaiah hummed. He didn't ask further about what you saw in your nightmares, or why you never mentioned it earlier. He simply nodded.
"Does it ever get easier?" Your voice, barely above a whisper.
"They'll stop soon. The mind needs more time to recover." He reassured. "You should try and go back to sleep. You have a long day ahead of you, master."
Isaiah turned to leave, but your hand tugged at the corner of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks.
"...Don't go. Can't you stay? Just a while longer, I promise." You asked softly, hesitant.
He looked down at your hand before running a hand through his hair.
"Just until you fall asleep," he sighed, his jaw clenching with restraint.
You shuffled over, making space for him on your bed before patting the empty spot next to you. This way, you could hear his breathing clearer, giving you all the confirmation you needed to trust that he was still alive.
Isaiah stared for a long moment. He let out another long sigh, resigned. "One day, master, you'll be the death of me. You know that?"
You stiffened. "I know," you replied dejectedly, a sad smile on your face. Working as your personal knight, the possibility of Isaiah facing his end while protecting you was something you have not fully accepted yet.
He shook his head. "What I meant was, what were you thinking, inviting a man up on your bed?" He sat down on your bed despite this, his back leaning against the headboard.
"You're not just 'some man', are you? I trust you. You would never hurt me." Your words seemed to have calmed him, seeing how he stopped pushing on the matter and let it slide with a non-committal hum.
Silence enveloped you, save for the sound of your breath intertwined with his. You felt yourself slowly drift away and welcomed sleep with open arms.
"Good night, princess."
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The morning sun shone through the gaps of the curtains. Groaning, you snuggled further into the warm and firm pillow in an attempt to hide from the light.
"Master," the pillow spoke. You don't remember buying a talking pillow but the voice was rather pleasant on your ears, so you didn't question it.
"Hmm?"
"As much as I want to stay, I suggest you get up and remove your hands from me..."
You recognise this voice.
"...unless you're prepared to finish what you started."
The memories from last night flood back into your head.
Jolting awake, you release your grip from him, clutching your hands as if you've been burned. You keep your eyes fixed on his face, not daring to look anywhere below his neck. A familiar smirk greeted you as he lounged lazily against your headboard, one arm draped along the frame. Your felt a familiar heat warm your cheeks.
"And she has risen." Isaiah teased, resting his head on a closed fist. "Good morning, princess."
You cleared your throat awkwardly, nodding. "Well, uh- yes, I should go and um, prepare for the ball later. Goodbye." You tumbled out of bed, making a quick escape for the door as the sounds of his chuckles filled your ears.
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Between getting ready for the ball and overseeing the final preparations for the night, you were swamped. Not that you disliked it, as it served as a wonderful distration from thinking about last night.
Isaiah, continued to follow you around as you went about your day, even helping out with sorting through the documents and relaying your orders. Everything was normal. Everything was fine.
Until you were greeted by the sight of your knight, your escort for the night, waiting patiently for you outside the ballroom. His hair slicked back and neatly styled. His suit, freshly pressed and tailored to perfection, complimented by an elegant and regal half-cape that draped from his shoulder. Your eyes travelled back up to his face. His features were sharp and deadly, much like the sword that was strapped on his hip. The usual smirk and devillish smile you were oh so familiar with was gone, only the dark and brooding expression of a veteran knight remained. The Mad Dog, in his full glory.
And yet, seeing this imposing figure waiting for you, seemingly lost in thought, made your heart race. Not from fear, but a kind of fondness and tenderness you had long forgotten the feeling of.
You set your fluttering emotions aside, filing them away for your brain to pick apart and process later. Your heels clacked against the marble floor as you walked, announcing your presence to him.
Isaiah turned, his eyes travelling up and down your figure unabashedly. "Master," he said at long last, bowing. "Shall we?"
You nodded, placing a hand on his outstretched arm, allowing him to escort you.
The double doors swung open, letting the light, laughter and music from the banquet surround you. It's been months since you last attended such an event but the muscle memory kicked in. Back straightened, smile platered on your face, and one hand waving to the crowdāyou were back in your element.
Everything faded into the background as you made your way around the ballroom, your focus entirely on getting acquainted with the various nobles and royals from the Solaris kingdom. The familiar warmth from Isaiah grounded you, making everything easier than if you had been alone.
One after the other, you greeted your guests. At some point, you had lost count of how many people you've interacted with. Dukes, barons, royals from the Solaris Kingdom, your father and his ministers...
"A break," you finally declared, your voice soft enough so only Isaiah could hear. "If I have to talk to one more person I might just go insane."
"The balcony seems to be empty," Isaiah remarked, his gaze turned towards the quiet upstairs area.
You nodded, quickly excusing yourself from the current conversation you were stuck in for the past ten minutes with some random prince and escaping to the back staircase for a breather.
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You breathed in the cool fresh air as you stepped out to the balcony. Resting your hands on the ledge, you titled your head up, basking in the moonlight. Isaiah stood beside you, gazing into the distance.
"Thank you." You said softly, breaking the comfortable silence you two shared. You watched as the clouds drifted in the wind, covering up the moon which plunged the sky into darkness.
"What for?" Isaiah replied, curious.
"For saving me that day." You paused, turning to face him but your eyes looking everywhere but him. "And for what happened last night. I, uh, don't really know what came over me but I just... I just needed to know you were okay. That you were alive."
You finally looked up at him, only realising how close you were.
"You don't have to thank me, master. It's what I'm here for." Isaiah reassured you. "Besides, I told you, I won't die so easily. Not unless you command it."
"Good. You're not going anywhere." You huffed. The clouds parted to reveal the full moon once more, illuminating the flush on your face.
Your breath hitched as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. The sliver of skin where his finger brushed past burned. There was no hope of hiding the blush on your face now. You could feel the heat rising up your neck.
"Careful, princess," Isaiah teased, noting your reaction. "Or I might begin to think you've fallen in love with me."
Time seemed to stop for those two seconds.
"...And if I have?" Your voice barely a whisper.
His eyes bore into yours, pupils dilated, flashing with longing and something darker you couldn't place.
"Then you should know that I've been waiting for you to say those lovely words," He replied, one arm snaking around your waist and pulling you to him.
"Since the very beginning."
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a/n: it's over... after four long parts that spanned way too many months, a happy ending! i've been procrastinating writing this for so long simply because i love writing isaiah so much and i didn't want things to end. but alas. i hope yall enjoyed this last part, thank you so much for all the lovely comments it really fuelled me and allowed me to write this. love yall!
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You benefitted the most from his suggestion. Fake dating one of the top actors in the country and leeching off his fame only to boost your own career? It was undoubtedly selfish on your part for agreeing, and honestly he had barely anything to gain from this situation. Getting rid of a few stubborn stalkers doesn't seem fair compared to the endless brand deals, magazine covers, and casting calls you were receiving just from being near him. You were just a small, nameless actor who'd been handed the dream life on a golden platter. You'd be a fool to refuse.
Dating him is pretty easy. All you needed to do was spend time together publicly for a few hours, let the paparazzi snap their pictures and then go your separate ways. So far you've been to the movies, the beach, cafe hopping, shopping... the most classic date ideas, straight from a rom-com. 'The fans will love it. Sells the whole idea,' he whispers into your ear, creating another photo op for the press.
He was also a really, really, good actor. Playing the role of boyfriend came so naturally to him.
He'd plan a date, send the details over to you, make all the necessary arrangements (secretly tipping off the paparazzi), and wait outside your apartment to pick you up fifteen minutes before on the day. When you'd meet him downstairs, asking if he had waited very long, he would claim he had just arrived a minute before, all while naturally opening the passenger side door for you. During the drive to your date, he'd pass you the gift that he picked up on the way. Sometimes it would be a fresh bouquet of your favourite flowers, and others would be a gift that reminded him of you. A cute keychain, a little plush toy, or a lovely box of chocolates. During the date, he'd never let go of your hand unless it was to place it around your waist or on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd of fans and journalists. He'd insist on 'giving the people what they want' before planting a kiss on your cheek, your forehead or the back of your hand, or any other place but your sweet lips. "Those are reserved just for me," he'd reply with a wink when the diehard fans scream for a real kiss. When you finally make it home, just before you say your goodbyes, he'd pull you into his arms, burrrowing his face into the crook of your neck as if trying to commit you to memory, savouring every moment of your touch to last him enough till the next time he'd see you again.
It's the ideal arrangement. All the frills of dating, minus the commitment and risk. Once your popularity has risen enough, the both of you would amicably call it quits and never see each other again.
The only complaint was his clingyness. You never expected him to be so...attached. With every date, it would take longer and longer for him to say goodbye to you after dropping you home. He'd make all sorts of excuses to try and linger around you just a while longer. Even after you wave him off, he'd text you one minute later, asking if you got to your apartment safely. Throughout the week, his texting would be almost incessant, asking about your day and what you were up to. Have you eaten? Where are you now? Are you with anybody right now? When you don't reply him within ten minutes, then the calling begins. He'd blame it on the paranoia the stalkers had given him, he's only worried they might target you, that's all.
And if you get annoyed or angry at him, he'll be a quivering, teary mess as he begs for a second chance, promising to never upset you again. He can do better, let him prove it to you. He'll be good for you, he swears! At one point, he started kneeling in front of you, in his own house, while you sat on his ridiculously expensive vintage leather couch, glaring down at him as he pleaded for your forgiveness. It gets a bit much, dealing with him, really.
Yet, each time, you end up relenting. Just this once, you tell yourself, as you let yourself be engulfed in a tight hug. Those puppy eyes were just too effective on you. And you were weak to his begging.
āmad dogā knight x crown princess reader part 3
summary: After months of staying with the 'Mad Dog', it's finally time for you to return home. Will he really let you out of his grasp that easily? (wc: 2.3k)
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The letter crinkled in your hand as you read the lines of ink scrawled on it.
Finally.
"Pack my things up. We're going back to the capital." You ordered, not wanting to waste a second. The maids bowed before quickly leaving the room.
"I must say, princess," Isaiah spoke up from beside you. "I'm almost hurt to see you so eager to leave my residence. Did the time we spent together mean nothing at all?"
You could hear the smirk in his voice. Sighing, you began organising your desk, separating the things you needed to bring back with you and those you'd leave behind. "I've been stuck here, unable to help during the war while my father and my people risk their lives to fight. Of course I'm eager to go back."
"That's not entirely true," he replied, making you finally look up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You've been researching all those herbs and medicines, and sending your research back to the doctors in the capital. You never stopped helping."
You smiled sadly. It felt nice for him to acknowledge your efforts at least. But it didn't feel sufficient. If it was up to you, you'd be in the capital like everyone else, not in the far countryside, safe and sheltered from the bloodshed. "We'll depart for the capital as soon as we can. Get everyone ready."
"The sun is about to set, I suggest waiting till the next morning to depart," Isaiah suggested. "It'll be safer."
You gave him a look.
He shrugged. "Worth a shot."
An hour was all it took to get everything in order. You sat alone in the carriage, while Isaiah and ten other knights rode on horseback, surrounding you in a protective formation.
You stared out the small window of the carriage as you sorted through your thoughts. A habit you've acquired from young, organising and planning kept your mind clear and unclouded by your emotions. Soon, you had worked out every single action you'd take as soon as you returned to the palace. Including backup plans for every possible scenario you'd encounter upon your return.
The carriage ubruptly jerked forward, nearly lauching you out of your seat. "Wha-" You steadied yourself, turning to check the situation from the window. The sun had fully set by now, which made the perfect cover for some uninvited guests, judging by the clashing of metal and fighting outside the carriage.
You squinted, trying to force your eyes to adjust to the darkness outside. A splatter of blood covered your field of vision, painting the window a dark red. Immediately, you stumbled back, your breath quickening.
Deep breaths. Think clearly. Get to safety.
Before you could scan your surroundings to find a way out, the door yanked open.
"Princess."
Your eyes landed on a familiar face and you heaved a sigh of relief. Clad in bloodstained armour, Isaiah stepped into the carriage and closed the door behind him. The smell of iron filled the cramped space.
"What's going on, Isaiah? Do we know who's behind this?" You asked, skipping all formalities.
His eyes widened a fraction before he began explaining . "Assassins. Likely from the Solaris kingdom. They must've gotten wind of your return to the capital."
"But isn't father negotiating a peace treaty with them?"
"Which is why they aren't sending their own soldiers to attack us. They hired mercenaries so we can't trace their actions back to them." Isaiah scowled. "A desperate last attempt to gain the upper hand. It seems they're not as keen on a peace treaty as we are."
As you processed the information, he gently reached out for your hand and closed your fingers around a dagger. You stared at the weapon, the weight in your hand growing heavier by the second.
"I'm going back out there," Isaiah spoke gently. With his hand around yours, he guided your weapon towards him. A soft 'clink' as the tip of the dagger met his metal armour, right where his heart was. "If anybody opens that door, I need you to stab them right here."
You stared at him in horror.
"They have no armour protecting them, but the human flesh is tougher to pierce through than you think." He continued, his fierce gaze never wavering from your frightened one. "Put all your strength into it, right 'till their last breath. Even if they beg you for mercy, no matter how they cry and plead, keep pushing and do not let go."
"Can you do that for me, my precious little master?" He smiled. "I'll protect you so you won't have blood on your hands, but just in caseā"
His grip around your hand tightened.
"Aim for the heart."
You watched as he reluctantly let go of your hand and returned to the fight, closing the door once more.
There was no time to agonise over the possibility of your death. Or the possibility of you having to kill someone. Or the possibility-
You shook your head. Enough. The knights outside, Isaiah, all of them were sacrificing their lives to protect you. You couldn't die here.
Deep breaths. Think clearly.
You extinguished the oil lamps in the carriage and the tiny space plunged into darkness. You shuffled to the corner, positioning yourself next to the door, leaning as far back into the wall as possible. If anyone entered, you would strike them from behind. That was your best chance at survival.
Clutching the dagger to your chest, with both hands on the hilt, you waited. The fighting seemed to go on forever but the adrenaline coursing through your body kept you alert.
Footsteps.
You pressed your ear against the wall, picking up the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs drawing near.
Someone's coming.
The door creaked open, allowing moonlight to shine into the carriage, casting an imposing shadow on the floor. The silhouette wasn't an armoured knight, but a man holding his sword, with blood still dripping off it. The outside was completely silent now. Was everyone dead? Were you next?
You held your breath as the shadow moved. Now!
You striked, swinging the dagger down towards the intruder's vital spot.
In one swift motion, the intruder grabbed your wrist, stopping your attack without even turning his head.
"Lovely attempt, princess." Isaiah remarked. "I was almost tempted to let you go through with it."
The dagger clattered to the ground. "Isaiah!" the tension in your body dissipated. "You're alive, thank gods."
The knight chuckled. "My life is belongs to you. I would never let some pesky assassins take it that easily."
You smiled despite yourself. "What happened to the others?"
He shook his head slowly. "We were outnumbered. I'm the only one left."
"Oh." You swallowed, trying to rid of the lump in your throat. In a blink of an eye, so many lives lost.
Isaiah tilted your head up. "Don't. They knew the risks when they joined."
"If we had waited till tomorrow-"
"But we didn't. It'sā" He broke off, turning away in a coughing fit.
You grabbed his shoulder, turning him back towards you. "What's wrong?" He waved you off, but you caught sight of the blood on his hand.
Instinctively, you forced him onto the seat and lifted up his shirt. You scanned his body for signs of an internal wound, desperately trying to ignore how his toned muscles looked or how that one droplet of sweat was trickling down from his neck to his chest and all the way down...
"Enjoying the view, master?" Isaiah smirked, wiping the blood from his lips.
With a death glare and a click of your tongue, you tore a long strip of cloth from your dress and got to work. "Were you just going to keep quiet about this?" You nodded towards the long gash on his abdomen.
"It's just a flesh wound. Nothing to write home about." He shrugged.
You sighed deeply. "Right. A flesh wound that's making you cough up blood." You took a seat next to him, turning him to face you. "Hold up your shirt and don't move."
"Master, I didn't know you were always so demanding~" He teased, obeying your orders nonetheless.
"Don't you like it when I order you around?" You grumbled, leaning in to wrap the cloth around his waist.
Isaiah brought his lips close to your ear, his voice low and husky. "Oh, you have no idea how much I'm enjoying this right now..." He trailed down the side of your neck, his breath gently caressing your skin. "... and how much I'm holding back, my dear master."
Pushing him off, you averted your gaze. "It's done," you announced, promptly stepping out of the carriage before he noticed how flushed you were.
"I should've let them get one more hit in..."
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Carnage.
That was the only word to describe it. Sending so many assassins...they must've been desperate. You could see the glimmer of armour scattered under the moonlight. The knights who died for you. After muttering a quick prayer, you set off in search of a horse to ride into the capital. With the carriage reduced to an unsalvageable state, it was your only way to get back home.
You checked the front of the carriage. Nothing.
"Master... you're too cruel."
You whipped your head around to find Isaiah with an oil lamp in his hand, likely having detached it from the carriage to use as a light source.
"How could you leave your poor, injured, patient in there all alone?" He stepped closer to you, giving you a clear view of his sad puppy eyes act.
"We still need to find a way back to the capital before they send any more people after us." You huffed, trying to scour for any traces of where all the horses ran off to.
Isaiah grabbed you by the arm, nodding in the other direction. "River's that way. We'll have a higher chance of finding one there."
Was he...sulking?
You tried to get a clearer look of his expression but he began leading the way into the forest. You raised a brow in confusion as you trailed behind him.
Luckily, both of you soon found a horse whose reigns had snagged on a branch on the way towards the river. Without wasting any time, you bent down, tearing the skirt of what used to be a very beautiful dress and creating a slit all the way up to your upper thigh. Satisfied, you grabbed the reigns from the hands of a stunned Isaiah, and hoisted yourself up onto the saddle.
You glanced down at the knight, who was still staring with his mouth agape. "You're injured, so just sit behind and rest." You explained, patting the space behind you.
"Master..." Isaiah swallowed. "Swear to me you'll never do this in front of anyone else."
You frowned. "Why?"
He hoisted himself up with ease, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him. "Because I'll kill anyone who sees you like this."
"You're insane."
"I'm surprised you've only realised this now, princess."
You didn't have to turn to know what kind of expression he was making.
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"I am beyond relieved that you are safe, my little jewel." Your father's voice echoed around the throne room.
It'd been a hectic night after finally reaching the capital. Isaiah was quickly escorted to the infirmary while you were taken straight to your quarters to rest for the night. You barely slept, thinking of all the things you wanted to say upon reuniting with your father in the morning.
"As am I, Father. We had been ambushed on our journey back to the capital, and the knights accompanying me had sacrificed their lives to ensure my safety." You bowed your head. "Please allow me to reward their families and lay the knights to rest." The words coming out of your mouth felt formal and stiff, but with so many ministers and nobility in your presence, you couldn't let yourself slip.
The king nodded slowly. "Yes, they have served you well. I will leave this matter in your hands."
"Thank you, Father." You stepped away from the middle of the room, back to your usual position at the side of stairs to the throne.
"Now, Sir Isaiah. You may rise."
Isaiah, who had been kneeling beside you, finally rose to his full height, standing confidently berfore the King wearing his usual commander's uniform. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"I've read through the report. You've done well in protecting the Crown Princess." The King remarked. "I will need you to continue doing so."
You stared at your father upon the throne. What?
"The war may be ending, but as proven yesterday, threats against the Crown Princess' safety continue to arise. As the strongest knight in this kingdom, it is your duty to protect your future Queen." He explained, as if sensing your shock.
You rushed to the middle to speak. There must be something more important, more useful, for Isaiah to be doing. Fighting battles and leading his soldiersā not stuck indoors playing babysitter. Once the peace treaty is signed, there wouldn't be anymore threats to your safety. This was too much of a waste.
"Father, you can't-"
He held up his palm, silencing you. "My decision is final."
Isaiah knelt once more, with a hand over his heart. "I pledge myself to the Crown Princess, future Queen of our kingdom." You turned to see him kneeling before you. "Till my last breath, I shall protect Her Highness and ensure no harm befalls her. May the gods strike me down should I fail to honour my oath."
You watched as he lifted his head and smiled up at you. Shivers ran down your spine.
The mad dog of the kingdom had officially declared you as its owner. Permanently.
And something about that smile of his gave you the feeling that everything just went according to his plan.
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a/n: finally... finally... guys i am SO sorry this took so long i hope yall like part 3!! after 2 parts of Isaiah driving reader crazy, i decided to let reader drive him crazy for a change. part 3 concludes the main arc of this story but hopefully this wont be the last we see of mad dog Isaiah! thank you so so much for all the love and support love yall
I LOVE love love top student x smart readerā¦ and basically everything youāve written. Itās so hard to find good sfw soft yandere content and you are FEEDING ME!!
I especially like how ātop studentā has an emphasis on friendshipā¦ I know heās a romantic yandere but itās vague enough for me to pretend heās platonic if wanna (Iām aromantic and itās really difficult to find platonic yanderes that arenāt familial/familial inspired)
š¦š keep writing!!! Iāve been looking for your niche for so long
anon..... i'm in tears this is so sweet thank you so so muchššā¤ļøā¤ļø this is fueling me to write more muahahahaha
love your interpretation of yan top student!! (he's one of my favourite characters tooš¤)
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