Yandere One Shots

All The Kings Men

King x Reader
{Child Abuse}

Sneaking around late had always been the young girls favorite hobby, enjoying the whispered talk of things she shouldn't hear behind doors. Even if she didn't understand what they were saying, listening to the members of the court behind closed doors was exciting.

But tonight was different, tonight she did not hear talk of affairs, hatred for the king, or moans of pleasure; the cries of a child filled a wing of the castle she had not been to before.
Sneakily, the young girl held her dress before darting down the hallway, listening to the conversation behind the door

"B-but father!-" A smack was heard and the cries became louder.
"Do not call me that, boy!" A stern voice snapped, a voice that Y/N knew well... the voice of the king.
Her eyes grew wide, realizing she was peeping on the king himself... nervousness filling her. She knew she could get in big trouble... especially with how stern the king was.

"I am not your father, and you will remain in this room, quietly," he hissed, "if I hear you yelling out for help again, I will have you killed, understood?" The king snarled, the cries of the boy now quiet.
"I... I understand..." The boy replied meekly, a loud thump then sounding.
"Good. For the child of a whore, you are privileged to be kept in a room like this. It disgusts me how you treat my kindness." The older man scowled. "This is why you will never be considered my son."

The sound of harsh footsteps started to lead towards the door that Y/N was leaned against. With a little gasp she darted behind a potted plant in the hallway, narrowly avoiding the stoic king walking out the door, his hands behind his back.
She held her breath, afraid he may hear her breathing.
But, he did not, and continued down the hall.

Once he was out of sight and she could no longer hear those footsteps, the young girl slowly came out of hiding, glancing around for good measure. Her eyes went to the doors.
Biting her lip, she knew she shouldn't go in... but curiosity was hard to resist, especially for a child like her.

Steeling her nerves, she padded over to the door, having to reach just to be able to turn the handle, before peeking into the room.

Crying in a heap on the floor was a little brunette boy, she assumed the one she heard earlier. The sound of the door opening alerted the boy, and he looked over to her with big hazel eyes.
Young Y/N immediately noticed the trails of blood coming from his mouth and nose, causing her to gasp and hurry over, dropping to her knees beside him.

The boy gasped in fear scooting away, and she shook her head, not meaning to scare him.
"I want to help!" She exclaimed, gently cupping his cheek and looking at the blood, not noticing the pink that crept onto his cheeks. "Oh my my... this isn't good... let me clean you up." She grabbed the bottom of her pink dress before gently wiping up the blood, his eyes growing wide

"B-but... your pretty dress..." He whispered, causing her to only shake her head.
"It's okay! My mommy buys me lots of pretty dresses, I have more." Y/N smiled, rubbing his cheek gently, the little boy leaning his head into her hand, having not been touched like this before. "My mommy also kisses my scrapes to make me feel better..." She chirped, before gently pecking his nose and the corner of his mouth- the boys face flushing with red, having not been kissed before either.
Y/N thought nothing of it, and took her hand away, leaving the young boy feeling cold.
"There! All better now!" The girl hummed, while the little boy stiffly nodded, slowly sitting up; his body aching.