{Yandere male x female chubby reader}
In a world with magical beings, there is a kingdom, far, far, away where a servant named Y/n lives.
You work in the Palace and one day when you're tending to the flowers your friends come up to you saying that t...
I'm glad that I didn't try to leave, besides who knows how many people that work for him are here.
I had started making dinner right after he left and when he came back it was about halfway finished.
"What are you doing?" Ethan asked while walking up to me from behind.
"Making dinner," I said while turning around, stopping me from finishing cutting the vegetables. "Why do you ask?"
"You know that I could have cooked," he said while taking the knife from me so he could finish cutting the vegetables. "You should rest since you had a hard day."
"The girls can't see you cooking," I said while trying to get my knife back. "So give me that knife back!"
"Why?" he asked while blocking me from getting the knife back.
"Because I told the girls that you were bad at cooking," I said while crossing my arms. "So if they see you cooking they going to be confused."
"Why did you tell them that I was bad at cooking?" he asked while turning around to finish cutting the vegetables.
"It's a long story," I said while working on a different dish. "I guess not that long."
"I have time!" he said with a smirk.
I don't miss that smug attitude of his.
"Fine," I sighed. "Ashton and I were talking about you and Scarlett said something and Ashton was going to say that you were a horrible person but I cut him off saying that you were a horrible cook."
"Really?" he asked as he looked surprised.
I don't know why he looks surprised.
"You know what," I asked while finishing up what I was doing. "Can you finish making dinner while I go get the girls?"
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"Sure," he said as he got back to what he was doing. "If you want I can also set the table."
"That would be nice," I said while washing my hands. "Thank you."
