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platinumrosetail · 1 year

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Ok this is the Frist disenchantment I ever made cuz no one writes these and I'm finally requesting one

Yandere platonic Dagmar x baby daughter reader x yandere playtonic Bean

Like imagine when she came out of the Stone when being freed her she was pregnant with us!And Bean helps her mom around the castle and everything and when we are born mother and daughter become the evil Queen's to protect us

My first disenchantment post! I can finally start the masterlist! I’m also going to have to rewatch that moment as I forget a few things that had happened and what I want to add on to that.

Warning: noob author, dark theme, platonic yandere characters, female child!reader, and others.

Character: bean, and dagmar.

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Bean had revived her mother but at a great sacrifice. She had to save her mother and she could only do one or the other, she had to choose her mother even if it breaks her heart knowing she couldn’t save elfo either.

When dagmar had awoken and found a teen that had white hair like hers and buck teeth she knew she was her daughter but grown, she wondered if her two children would have had a wonderful time growing up with each other before she trains them to take what was theirs if she hadn’t turned to stone.

Dagmar had somehow become protective over the child that hasn’t been born yet. When bean escorted her to zog and had them reunite she knew she had to keep him away from her precious unborn child.

It wasn’t until later when everyone found out dagmar was pregnant as she was starting to show.

And since we need this to move along let’s say your born before they went to dagmar’s homeland.

You are actually one month premature so you’re small but healthy thankfully. Bean makes sure to keep luci on a leash as they haven’t revived elfo yet. When elfo was revived and had met little (Y/n), he noticed how small she is and had said something about it which got a negative reaction from bean as she said that your perfect the way you are (that goes to you as well my beautiful readers! 😁).

Good thing you’re only premature small and don’t have a illness of any kind cause if so then both bean and dagmar would be more protective and had not let anyone near you even elfo and luci wouldn’t be so close to you than now if that were to happen.

Though the two females are still so overprotective of you anyway, so that doesn’t make a difference at all. Though elfo and luci started to notice bean acting more like her mother by the minute even after they realized dagmar had used everyone, and when the confronted bean about she argued she wasn’t like her mother, until that happened.

Bean or should I say the evil twin of bean that had been inside of her had finally been let out by dagmar and ruled over dreamland a iron fist killing those who opposed to them and that included the ones bean had cherished most.

That includes zog, oona, derik, elfo, and luci.

At first it was just so dagmar can rule the way she had planned in the past but with her little bundle of joy and bean by her side, they had managed to take down any possible enemies and even overthrown satan, becoming queens of around the world even through h*ll.

They both agreed to keep (Y/n) away from prying arms and eyes even making a remedy for when she becomes the age of 8 so she can stay a child for even plus to go along with their immortality.

They would torture anyone who would pass them to get to you, and keep you safe from everything, all you have to do is just stay in their arms.

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speech8ubbles · 2 years

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▫️DAGMAR▫️

Dagmar was annoyed, she supported her large baby bump as she crawled into bed with Bunty's help, huffing from the effort and inconvenient news.

Her feet ached, her unborn children weighed down on her spine and bladder causing her pain and the need to pee every five minutes. It was a hassle, and she didn't think she could bring herself to pretend to love the damned spawn that came out.

She was expecting a daughter, she knew because she used magic to ensure her first-born child of Maruvian and Dreamland royalty was a girl. It was guaranteed. Magic was useful like that.

The prophecy stated that a daughter of Maru would become Queen of Dreamland, would marry the Devil paying the debt to Hell, and become Empress of Maru restoring Maru's wealth.

Of course, Dagmar could've just married Zøg, killed him then married the Devil herself, but she had far loftier ambitions. Ambitions that couldn't be weighed down by literal damnation, an inescapable marriage and ruling all of Hell, Maru and Dreamland. Cloyd was an incompetent ruler, but he did make for the perfect puppet ruler, and she'd been the one making all of the decisions because she was the only one capable of doing anything right. That would soon change, she thought surely as Bunty pulled the covers over her. Soon she'd have a daughter who could be moulded into the perfect leader, she'd be taught to fill all the roles Dagmar required of her, the roles she didn't want to fill.

She murderously frowned in annoyance at her baby bump, a startling juxtaposition to her usual pristine image. Bunty was nervously looking at her Ladyship, hands clasping so tightly they whitened. It was a disconcerting expression to see on anyone's face, but for it to be on her Majesty's meant someone would die.

Of course, nothing could ever go smoothly. She wasn't just having one child unfortunately, according to a Maruvian doctor she had sent over she would have three children. Two daughters and a son.

If it wasn't bad enough she had to push out one child, she had to push out two extras. The girls were guaranteed to inherit magic, she supposed a second daughter could be useful if the first was a dud. Even if the first wasn't a dud an extra pair of hands would be helpful for her own purposes. The real problem was the boy. It doesn't matter if Dagmar has a daughter first, males are automatic Heirs to the throne. She knew what she had to do, and she felt no guilt or hesitance at the thought.

She would kill her son.

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Dagmar was in excruciating pain, she felt like her vagina was being ripped apart. The Maruvian doctor reminded Dagmar to breathe as she pushed. She knew childbirth was painful, but she had thought she could handle it. There was nothing she couldn't handle before.

Murdering her parents and staging it as a double murder suicide was one of the easiest things she had ever done. Complex potions were nothing to her. She was highly intelligent, a master manipulator and actor. She screamed in pure rage and pain, the doctor's reminder to breathe only added to her vexation.

She hadn't met her first-born daughter yet, but she already hated her and was sure she'd resent all of her children for the rest of her life for putting her through this torture not just once but thrice. She teared up at the thought and gritted her teeth, growing hatefully. She hadn't even pushed out her first-born and when that was over she'd have to do it again and again. When this is over she viciously thought she'd kill her son and her lovestruck fool of a husband.

The doctor pulled her eldest out the rest of the way and cut the cord, he asked her if she would like to hold her but one look at her her daughter and fuelled by the lingering pain she screamed at him to get her out of her sight, the doctor hastily handed the girl off to Bunty who left to clean the baby and get her to the nursery.

Her daughter was a disgusting small thing covered in viscera and blood who had the ugliest cry, she'd make the little hell spawn love her and groom her into the competent but controllable ruler she needed. Dagmar had excellent self-control and patience. She could do this. A contraction started up again, she groaned in pain, she could do this after she had expelled the other two demons from her battered body.

The doctor told her to breathe, that the second child was coming. As if she didn't already know, she angrily thought. After this she might just kill her annoying doctor. The violent images of gruesome deaths for him paired with screams and vulgar obscenities helped her through the pain of her second birth, when it was over she cried tears of relief and agony, she closed her eyes and tried to breathe, tried to ignore the loud wailing of a new-born child.

The tears stopped as did her breath when the doctor congratulated her on her son and how pleased the King would be, he thought that her anger at her first-born daughter was because she wanted a son. She exhaled through her nose and opened her eyes. He was as ugly and bloody as his older sister but without the ability to eventually be useful. Bunty entered the room at the exact moment her eyes opened, as she did her Ladyship ordered her in a dangerously calm voice to take her son and hide him until he could be dealt with. Bunty took the wailing baby, wrapping him in a burrito, rocking and soothing him as she hurried out of the room. The doctor was confused, protesting against what his Majesty insinuated but shut up quickly when she glared at him.

She was very clear, "If you get in the way", she painfully hissed, "You'll join him in death". Just then another contraction started, Dagmar screamed through gritted teeth, her frustration palpable, she scolded the doctor, "Hurry up and help me!"

He spinelessly obeyed her orders. The final birth while painful was far less so than the other two, her youngest daughter seemed to pop right out. She sighed in relief. It was over. She couldn't feel pain or even her lower body for that matter, but she ignored it in the joy that the torture was finally over. The doctor quickly wrapped up her baby and thrust her into Dagmar's arms.

"What is the meaning of this?", she growled viciously, glaring at the doctor, not even sparing a glance at her youngest in her arms.

"You're losing too much blood", the doctor fussed fearfully. He knew the Kings brutal reputation and how much he loved his wife. If he learned she bled to death because of his failure to stop it his head would be joining the rest on spikes. He set to work with his medical instruments, medicines and potions.

When this was over Dagmar decided to have the doctor executed promptly and stay on bed rest to recover from this nightmarish ordeal.

Bunty took the Prince to a room that would have been his had he been wanted. She pushed aside the dresser to reveal a tiny door, opened it and placed the sleeping baby on the top step before closing it and knocking thrice as instructed by Dagmar. She covered the door back up with the dresser and with it her greatest shame. She left with a bleeding heart cut by guilt and anger. Perhaps it would have been easier if it had been made of stone.

While the doctor was hard at work saving Dagmar's life she took a tired glance at her youngest girl for lack of a better thing to do. She was an unusual baby. Quiet. Unlike her siblings. If it weren't for eyes like her own looking back at her she'd think the babe dead.

She hated to admit it, even if it was just to herself, but she looked beautiful despite the viscera and blood covering her small form. Though to be fair she got her beauty from her mother. Same blue eyes, elegant nose, beauty mark. The only thing she got from her father was her hair and even then it was just the vibrant red colour, it wasn't spiky like his but rather soft and fluffy.

Her youngest fussed and moved about in the hastily constructed burrito. Dagmar wasn't sure what this feeling was, but she did know she wanted to make her more comfortable. So, she shuffled her into a position she could work with. Her baby held out a hand as high as she could to her mother which wasn't much considering she was still getting adjusted to the weight of her body, but it made Dagmar strangely giddy. How cute, she internally cooed, smiling at her youngest.

She carefully guided her baby's hand back to her side then promptly made a proper burrito like Bunty taught her. She found that she could barely remember the pain of what she'd been through and just watched happily as her daughter sleepily shut her eyes.

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It was the night she would poison Zøg's wine with a drop of stonification potion.

She was so excited she couldn't stop smiling. Odval poured the wine and left. She soothed her fussy Bean and obedient Rose and set them aside before taking the stonification bottle out of her dress and poisoning Zøg's drink with a drop before returning the bottle to her dress.

Everything was going to plan.

She called Zøg over to drink and he came like a dog called by his master. While Rosemary sat watching her parents from her seat, Beans eyes were set on the grapes, in her effort to grab them she accidentally turned the tray around switching the glasses in the process.

Dagmar grabbed their glasses, handing Zøg his and drinking hers. She was so sure of victory. Yet when she tasted the wine she knew immediately something was wrong. She gasped and dropped her wineglass, there was a heavy cold feeling in her chest that quickly spread as she fell to the ground, she held out her hand to her daughters realising upon glance that Bean was the one who switched the glasses, she managed to say her name before completely turning to stone, arm outstretched.

The two girls could only look on in horrified confusion. Rose jumped out of the seat, trying to get to her mother while Bean was frozen on the spot.

Zøg despite his mounting horror and grief was quick to shield his daughters from the visage of their dying mother.

He tried his hardest to stay calm while the girls fought his protective hug and called hopelessly for their mother, for his beloved wife, Dagmar.

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