One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.
β‘ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
β‘ Pairing. Yandere! Various! Otome Isekai Characters x Fem. Reader
β‘ Word Count. 3,171
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who has always been entitled to everythingβland, power, wealth, and most importantly, you. His right to you is absolute, written in blood and ink across every history book that dares to speak of the royal line.
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who was never promised anything but carved his way through battlefields, knee-deep in the viscera of fallen foes, until he stood before you. Not by birthright, but by the sheer will to survive where others fell.
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who sits beside you, hands clasped over yours like a steel shackle. “You don’t need to lower yourself to common filth,” he murmurs, gaze locked on the War Hero. “You were made for palaces, not trenches.”
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who only grins, boots kicked onto the palace table, still stained with the dried blood of a hundred men. “And you were made to sit on your ass while others do the killing. Forgive me if I find that unimpressive.”
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who tightens his grip on your fingers, a barely restrained tremor running up his arm. “Youβre nothing but a hound.”
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who flashes a wolfish smirk. “And yet, she feeds me scraps. Doesn’t that make you feel insecure?”
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince whose smile is all polished gold but whose rage is a quiet execution. “The difference between you and me, mongrel, is that I own what I love.”
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who laughs like the last dying breath of an enemy. “And yet, here she sits, leaning towards me. Looks like your leash slipped, your highness.”
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who has held a blade to his generalβs throat for less.
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who doesnβt flinch at the Crown Princeβs threats because heβs had worse. The last man who tried to kill him succeededβfor five minutes, before he was dragged back to life by battlefield surgeons who stapled his soul to his bones.
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who is obsessed with the way you placed your palm against his blood-slicked cheek after he returned from battle, as if he were still human, as if war had not made him something else entirely. Who still hears your voice over the screams, the thunder, the cacophony of steel meeting flesh. He doesnβt believe in destiny, but he believes in you.
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who stares, seething, as you sit beside the War Hero, dabbing at a cut along his jaw. His fists clench.
βYou forget your place, soldier,β the Crown Prince hisses, voice low, dangerous.
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who meets his gaze, unbothered. βAnd you forget yours, my lord. You are the heir to a kingdom. I am the shield that keeps you from wearing your guts like a sash.β
βYou think that shield will protect you from me?β
The War Hero shrugs. βTry and find out.β
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who very much would love to, if not for your hand on the War Heroβs wrist, grounding him, soothing something feral just beneath his skin. That is what enrages him most. Not the defiance. Not the insolence. But the fact that itβs working. That you can calm the storm with a touch.
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who smirks, tilts his head. βShe chose me.β
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who intends to undo that mistake with blood and fire.
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β‘ Yandere! Archduke who catches you at the opera, dressed in silver and moonlight, sitting in his private box like you belong to him. And then thereβs a crashβ
β‘ Yandere! Master Thief who swings from the rafters like a damn circus act, landing with a bow as if breaking into an event full of armed guards is just another Tuesday.
βReally? This is your plan?β the Archduke drawls, unimpressed. He lifts a glass of wine as if toasting to the sheer audacity. βYou thought you could just waltz in here and steal her?β
βOh no, Your Grace,β the Master Thief grins, flashing something sharp and gleaming between his teeth. βI donβt waltz. I prefer the tango. More hands-on.β
A gunshot. The Master Thief dodges. Your ears ring. The opera continues. Nobody reacts. The nobility is used to bloodstains on the carpet.
β‘ Yandere! Archduke who never misses a shot but isnβt aiming to kill. No, heβs aiming to maim.
β‘ Yandere! Master Thief who laughs, dashing across the balcony with inhuman agility, plucking a jewel-encrusted knife from an unfortunate lordβs throat. βA bit dramatic, donβt you think?β
β‘ Yandere! Archduke who sneers. βSays the one who thinks theft is a love language.β
Yandere! Master Thief who winks. βIt is when you do it right.β
β‘ Yandere! Archduke who places a gloved hand over yours. βShe isnβt yours to steal.β
β‘ Yandere! Master Thief who twirls the stolen dagger. βThen letβs see if she wants to be taken.β
You, who really just wanted to enjoy the damn opera.
β‘ Yandere! Archduke who burns down an entire village because you let the Master Thief steal a kiss from you. “Collateral damage,” he sighs, boot on the charred remains of someoneβs grandmother. “Next time, Iβll aim for a city.”
β‘ Yandere! Master Thief who breaks into your chambers nightly, the smell of fresh blood and stolen perfume lingering in the air. “Shame about the guards,” he grins, slipping a diamond ring onto your finger. “Itβs a perfect fit. Like it was always meant to be there.”
β‘ Yandere! Archduke who sits on his throne, dagger in his palm, knuckles white. “You reek of him,” he murmurs, voice colder than the corpses he stacked just to see you smile. “Tell me. Did he make you laugh?” His grip tightens, knuckles cracking. “Iβd rather tear out your tongue than let you amuse another man.”
β‘ Yandere! Master Thief who laughs at the execution order with his name on it, flipping the royal decree between his fingers like a cheap playing card. “Itβs cute, really. You think bars can hold me? Your Archduke should know by nowβI steal more than just gold.”
β‘ Yandere! Archduke who drags you to the highest tower, the wind howling like the ghosts of everyone he’s butchered in your name. “Look down. See that? Thatβs what happens when you pick the wrong man.” He tilts your chin up with the edge of his blade, smile thin as a razor. “Luckily for you, Iβm still willing to forgive. If you beg.”
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β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who doesnβt need to see through dimensions to know when a threat is coiling around you like an unseen parasite. Who can taste betrayal like an iron tang in the air. Who can hear the pulse of magic in every living being, except when you smile at him, because that? That is utterly dead inside.
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who materializes in a crack of golden light, robes billowing with unspoken fury, and says, “Ah. So youβve taken to harboring rats in your bed. How quaint. Should I fetch the plague doctor, or would you prefer to let it fester?”
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who grins at him from his place on your couch, casual as a corpse cooling on the battlefield. Who doesnβt bother to get up, just keeps one hand on your thigh like a brand, like a claim, like heβs daring a man who can rewrite reality to try something.
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who lifts a hand and waves lazily. “Well, if it isnβt the arcane psychopath. I was wondering when youβd show up. You always get so twitchy when she has company.”
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who doesnβt react, because he doesnβt need to react. The air warps with unspoken threats. Your entire apartment creaks, the walls tightening as if reality itself is afraid of what he will do. “Your presence here is a mistake, spy. One I am going to correct.”
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who exhales, all long-suffering patience, and pats your knee. “See, this is why we canβt have a healthy social life, sweetheart. Your little pet magician thinks anything that breathes near you is a threat.”
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who steps closer, not bothering to touch the ground, because why should a god walk when he can hover like the nightmare he is? His voice is a blade wrapped in silk. “That is because everything near her is a threat.”
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who rolls his eyes, leans in closer to you, and mutters, “Heβs not wrong.”
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who obliterated an entire country in a fit of rage once. Who still has the map with that nationβs name scribbled out in blood. Who claims it was a scientific experiment in large-scale elemental magic. Who insists it had nothing to do with the fact that you had been taken there as a prisoner of war.
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who personally designed the magical chains shackling the enemy spy to his dungeon wall. Who carved sigils into his flesh with a surgeonβs precision. Who watches, with the detached amusement of a scholar, as the spyβs body twists and heals around the enchantments. Who calls it “an intellectual curiosity.” Who calls it “a favor” to you.
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who sneers through bloodied teeth. Who only laughs when Supreme Mageβs spellwork attempts to break his mind. Who survived the war solely on instinct, subterfuge, and the kind of unholy endurance that makes lesser men shudder. Who grins, sharp and defiant, as he croaks, “You should let her decide, shouldnβt you?”
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who nearly detonates the entire fortress at the mere suggestion.
“Decide?” His voice is an earthquake barely contained. His robes ripple like liquid shadow, edged in embers. “What is there to decide? A parasite does not negotiate its way into a hostβs body. A stray dog does not ask to be let inside. You think yourself an equal? A competitor? You’re a mistake of nature, a statistical anomaly.”
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who only grins wider, spitting blood onto Supreme Mageβs pristine white marble floor. “You sure talk a lot for someone whoβs scared.”
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who moves too fast to track. One moment heβs across the room, the next his hand is buried in the spyβs chest, fingers curled around his still-beating heart. Who leans in, slow, deliberate, his breath scalding. “I could make you forget her name,” he whispers. “I could wipe every last thought of her from your mind. Your love, your obsession, your entire selfβgone.”
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who, despite the pain, despite the mind-breaking agony, still smirks. “And yet,” he wheezes, “you havenβt.”
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who yanks his hand back, seething, as the spy collapses into ragged, victorious laughter. Who turns to you, his golden eyes alight with something feverish, something frantic. “Say it,” he commands. “Tell him he is nothing. Tell him he does not exist to you.”
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy, gasping, wheezing, forcing himself to sit up. “Or…” he rasps, tilting his head, “tell him you like me better.”
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who is one syllable away from setting the entire continent on fire.
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β‘ Yandere! Demon King who built his empire on charred corpses and centuries of conquest. Who sits upon his throne of ivory bones, fingers idly tapping against an armrest carved from the skull of a fallen archangel. Who looks at you like a relic from a past life, something fragile, something beloved, something that must be locked away lest the world taint you. Who commands with absolute authority, but speaks your name like a prayer, like a secret only he should be allowed to know.
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who has killed more kings than he can count, but never this one. Who has worked at the Demon King’s side for millennia, yet the moment you entered his line of sight, he knew he would tear down empires for you. Who moves in silence, in shadows, in the spaces between light and dark, but his voice is a rasp against your ear, whispering things he knows the Demon King will kill him for saying. Who stands with knives in both hands, one for his enemies, one for the man who dares to keep you from him.
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who does not know the meaning of sharing. Who watches you speak to the assassin with a gaze so searing the air warps around him. Who clenches his jaw hard enough that his fangs pierce his own tongue, and the taste of his own ichor only fuels his fury. Who has conquered dimensions, obliterated civilizations, and yet the worst betrayal he has ever known is watching you, his beloved, listen to another man.
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who has spent centuries perfecting the art of killing, but only now does he feel alive. Who watches the Demon King unravel with a sick sort of amusement, knowing he alone has gotten under his liegeβs skin. Who stands just close enough to you, his presence a silent claim, his movements too fluid, too casual, as though daring the King to react. Who lets his fingers brush against yours when handing you a blade, his smirk widening as the Demon Kingβs aura cracks the stone beneath them.
The throne room is a masterpiece of destruction. The walls still drip with the remains of some poor fool who displeased him. The air is thick with the scent of burning marrow, but it is not enough to drown out the suffocating silence between the two men.
βYouβre awfully bold today,β the Demon King murmurs, voice like smoldering embers. His clawed fingers drum against his throne, slow, deliberate, like a war drum before the first strike. His eyes, the color of old blood, do not leave you. βAre you enjoying this?β
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who grins, unbothered by the killing intent in the room. βImmensely.β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who stands, and the entire castle groans in response, the weight of his wrath fracturing the very foundation. Who does not appreciate amusement unless he is the one indulging in it. Who steps forward, each movement a barely restrained act of violence, a king whose patience has run dry.
βCome here,β he commands, but it is not to his assassin. It is to you. To his treasure.
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who laughs under his breath, stepping in your way before you can move. βSheβs not a dog, your Majesty.β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King whose smile is a thin, sharp thing, carved from disdain. βNo, but you are a corpse.β
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who tilts his head, eyes gleaming. βTry me.β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who does not lungeβkings do not lunge, kings do not brawl. No, he merely lifts a hand, and the walls explode with jagged obsidian, the floor splintering into a pit of hellfire at the assassinβs feet. The room screams with infernal energy, a tangible force meant to bring lesser beings to their knees.
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who does not flinch. Who rolls his shoulders like this is a game and he is a predator that has just caught the scent of something fun. Who flicks his wrist and summons a thousand shadows, each one an extension of his will, a sliver of darkness with a killing edge.
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who clenches his fist and the assassinβs shadows shatter.
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who raises a brow, impressed but not deterred. βTouchy.β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who does not take well to insolence. Who does not take well to you still standing beside the assassin.
You, who sighs in the middle of the impending bloodbath, utterly unphased. βAre you two done?β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who turns to you like youβve personally betrayed him. βYouβre defending him?β
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who smirks, nudging your shoulder with his own. βAdorable, isnβt it?β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who snaps, his power manifesting in a cacophony of screams from the walls themselves. Who reaches for you, but the assassin is faster, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you into his grasp, pressing a blade to your throatβnot to hurt you, never to hurt you, but to taunt the king.
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who grins against your ear, voice a ghost of amusement. βSo, who do you think would win?β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King whose eyes glow with hellfire, whose fangs glint like a beast denied its prey. βYou will die screaming.β
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who kisses the top of your head, just to make it worse. βMaybe. But Iβll die with her.β
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who does not like that answer. Not one bit.
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But hereβs the thing.
Did they really think you were an idiot?
You, who has watched their egos clash like titanic beasts, who has dangled yourself like a prized trophy between them, knowing full well what you were doing. You, who let them think they were winning.
You, who used every second of their pathetic posturing to plan your escape.
β‘ Yandere! Crown Prince who turns, realizing youβre goneβ
β‘ Yandere! War Hero who curses under his breath, scanning the battlefieldβ
β‘ Yandere! Archduke who demands his spies find you immediatelyβ
β‘ Yandere! Master Thief who suddenly wishes he had locked you in a cage when he had the chanceβ
β‘ Yandere! Supreme Mage who reaches out with his magic, only to findβnothingβ
β‘ Yandere! Enemy Spy who grins, because honestly? He saw this coming, and he’s a little impressed.
β‘ Yandere! Demon King who roars, shaking the very foundations of the underworldβ
β‘ Yandere! Demon Assassin who merely chuckles, licking a stray drop of blood from his blade.
You, vanishing into the night, leaving behind nothing but chaos, war, and the memory of a coldblooded glare.
After allβ¦ if you canβt fight the system, might as well use it.
Let them tear each other apart.
You? You have better things to do.
You walked away.
Free.
Fucking imbeciles.
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