Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots/Imagines

Authority Means Nothing (Iceplier X Fire Powered!Royalty!Reader)

Suggested by: AshCrimsonWolf.

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"Your Highness, the cells are getting full. What would you like to do?"

"Execute them all," you huffed, waving the servant away as you continued to read your book.

"Are you sure? Because most of them are there only because they couldn't pay taxes. Do you really want to get rid of your-"

"I said do it! Tomorrow at daybreak!" you snapped, making your servant jump at the sudden outburst. He bowed and quickly left the room, shutting it behind him.

After that interruption, you couldn't concentrate. Huffing in frustration, you set the book on the table and stood up, fixing your outfit and striding to the balcony that led out from the library. Your kingdom lay in front of your gaze, and as you searched through the city, you saw nothing.

Or was that just what was in your heart?

You shook your head and turned around, deciding to visit the cells.

"Your Highness, please, don't do this!" one woman cried as she reached through the bars. Your gaze was enough to make her cower away.

"You can't do this to us!" One man managed to grab your arm, tugging you towards him in a desperate action to plea for his life. Anger flowed through you, and fire sprung from your hand. Before everyone's eyes, you burned him to a crisp.

"Does anyone else have any more objections?!" you shouted furiously, staring around the crowded jail cells. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Then, your eyes wandered to the man in the corner. That man, the one that you caught three months ago sneaking into your kingdom.

His eyes were cold and glassy, and he was huddled in the corner, away from everyone else. The white hair that he used to have was grey and dirty with dirt and soot.

"Finally lost your tongue?" you asked him. He looked up at you, and then he gave you a small smile.

"For you? Naw, not anytime soon," he replied. "I know you used to like smartasses." You rolled your eyes at the pathetic man and turned your back.

"Just know that your deaths will mean something for the kingdom," you said, as your smile widened. "They get to pay your taxes as well."

"You're such a one-dimensional villain," someone in one of the cells muttered. "Seriously, couldn't the author think of a better past for you to become evil?"

"Shut up," you snarled, and left the damp basement.

When you were back in your bedroom, you stared at your bed, wondering what backstory the man had. Not the man that said you were one-dimensional; that was just the author hinting at the readers that she was running out of ideas. No, you were thinking of the man in the corner.

What was his deal? He acted as though he knew you, at one point at least. But you couldn't have known him. You had never seen him before, or at least, he was killed before you were old enough to remember. Your life had been filled with enough sadness to last a few generations. No more. You weren't going to put yourself through this again. You were going to kill him, and that was going to be the end of any "connections" you had in your past life.

It was selfish, but everyone already knew you as the bad guy. There wasn't any use trying to change that, so at least you could help yourself while you were at it.

You had another nightmare that night. It kept you awake, even though it was only a bit past midnight. You couldn't do anything about sleep now, so you decided to take a walk in the garden.