Like kakyoin and the reader were friends since childhood and the reader has "healing" powers ( the down side is that you take the wounds and or injuries of the one your "healing")
No rushing hope your doing good
Yandere Kakyoin x Gn Reader
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the quiet streets of Morioh. Kakyoin Noriaki walked slowly, his mind drifting back to the memories he shared with you. You had been friends since childhood, a bond forged in laughter and shared secrets. But there was something unique about you—something that set you apart from everyone else. You had the ability to heal others, a gift that came with a heavy price: you absorbed their injuries and pain.
Kakyoin remembered the first time he witnessed your stand. It was during a schoolyard accident when a classmate fell and scraped their knee. You rushed to their side, using your Stand ability to heal the child. In an instant, the bleeding stopped, and the child smiled, but you collapsed, clutching your own arm where a deep bruise had formed. It was a small price to pay for your kindness, but Kakyoin felt a pang of fear that day—a fear that he would lose you to your own selflessness.
As the years passed, Kakyoin became increasingly protective of you. He admired your strength, but he also worried about the toll your powers took on you. You never complained, always wearing a smile, but he could see the shadows lurking in your eyes. He wanted to shield you from the world to keep you safe from harm, even if it meant keeping you away from others who might need your help.
One fateful day, everything changed. You joined Jotaro and his group on a mission to defeat Dio. Kakyoin had begged you not to go, but your heart was too big to ignore someone in need. He watched helplessly as you embarked on the journey to Egypt, a sense of dread pooling in his stomach.
Throughout the journey, Kakyoin kept Polnareff and Jotaro away from you, fearing that their reckless actions would put you in harm's way. When you finally confronted Dio, Kakyoin's anxiety reached a breaking point. He wanted to keep you safe, to prevent you from putting yourself in danger, but you were determined. You were not a coward.
As the battle raged on, Kakyoin watched in horror as you took on the injuries of others—broken bones, deep cuts, and bruises that marred your skin. Your face was pale, and your body trembled under the weight of the pain you absorbed. Kakyoin's heart raced as he rushed to your side, panic flooding his senses. "Y/n, stop! I want you to live," he said, his voice laced with concern.
You smiled weakly, trying to reassure him. "I'm fine, Kakyoin. I just need to rest."
But he could see the pain etched on your face, the way you winced with every movement. It was unbearable. "You're not fine! You need to stop doing this to yourself!" His voice rose, desperation creeping in. "You can't keep taking on everyone's pain. It's killing you!"
You reached out, placing a hand on his cheek, your touch gentle and soothing. "I can handle it. I want to help people. It's who I am."
Kakyoin felt a surge of anger mixed with fear. "But what about you? What if one day you can't heal yourself? What if you die because of this?" The thought sent chills down his spine.
Your eyes softened, and for a moment, he saw the flicker of something deeper—a connection that transcended friendship. "I would do anything for you, Kakyoin. You know that."
In that moment, something inside him snapped. The thought of losing you, of watching you sacrifice yourself for others, ignited a fierce protectiveness within him. "No," he said, his voice low and intense. "You're not going to die for anyone. Not while I'm here."
He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto yours, a mix of desperation and determination swirling in his emerald eyes. "I won't let you. I can't lose you."
You blinked, taken aback by the intensity of his words. "Kakyoin, please—"
But he interrupted, his voice rising with fervour. "You don't understand! I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt. I need you to promise me you'll stop healing others. Just let me take care of you."
Your heart raced as you processed his words. There was a darkness in his eyes, a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. "Kakyoin. That's not who I am."
He stepped even closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Then I'll make sure you never have to heal anyone again. I'll protect you, even if it means keeping you away from everyone else."
A chill ran through you as you realized the depth of his feelings. Kakyoin's love for you was fierce, but it was also consuming. You had always known he cared deeply, but this was something else entirely. It was a love that bordered on obsession, a need to possess and protect you at all costs.
"Kakyoin, I—" you started, but he silenced you with a finger pressed gently against your lips.
"Just trust me," he whispered, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made your heart race.
In the heat of battle, Kakyoin saw the blood seeping from your wounds, and panic surged through him. He wanted to stop it, to save you, but he knew that if he intervened, he would only make things worse. All he cared about was you, even if it meant sacrificing himself.
You were slowly slipping away, your eyes fluttering closed. "No, Y/n, stay with me! Don't close your eyes, please!" Kakyoin begged, his voice breaking.
You smiled softly, warmth radiating from your gaze as you took your last breath.
Kakyoin's heart shattered. He cradled you in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he pressed his lips to yours. No matter how hard the Speedwagon Foundation tried to take your body, Kakyoin wouldn't let you go. He held you tightly, refusing to accept the reality of your loss.
Jotaro pulled his hat down, covering his face to shield himself from the sight of your lifeless body. Polnareff, Avdol, Iggy, and Mr. Joestar stood silently, their hearts heavy with grief. They had all cared for you, and now the group felt incomplete without your light. Kakyoin's cries echoed in the stillness, a haunting reminder of the love and sacrifice that had defined your bond.
Kakyoin took it upon himself to find a way to bring you back, even if it meant locking your body in a massive emerald crystal to preserve it, preventing it from decaying into a lifeless shell. He visited you often, talking to you as if you could hear him, imagining your voice encouraging him, telling him how great he was for keeping your body safe.
"Y/n, I'm back," Kakyoin said as he walked into the dimly lit room. He smiled as he held up a bag.
"I got something for you. It's your favourite dessert..." Kakyoin said, pulling out the treat and placing it in front of your still form. A quiet moment passed before he smiled wider, trying to hold back his tears.
"I found someone who can help you. Mmm, you like that? I can't wait to see you again."
His voice trembled with hope, a flicker of determination igniting within him. He would do whatever it took to bring you back, to restore the light that had been so cruelly snuffed out.
"His name is Josuke."
Thank you for your request. I apologize for the delay, and I hope you like it. Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!
Can you do a ( romantic) Yandere class 1a and Yandere Aizawa and mic(Platonic ) vs Platonic Yandere Hawks with reader who is Hawks sibling
Like Hawk found out you were going to Ua he got nervous since he knows how dangerous it is but he also wants you to have certain friends and wants you to be happy since you wanna be a hero just like your big brother so he lets you go to ua
Then in a few weeks, he started noticing how weird your classmates were acting after observing their behavior and how they would glare at Hawks so frequently so now Hawks is having a battle with these crazy ass students and teachers obsessing over you and trying to impress you or get your attention
Sorry for taking so long. I've been busy with courses, but I want you to know how much I love your stories! I hope you enjoy this request. Again, sorry for ignoring you for so long, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. Keep up with your amazing work, @serxinns
Yandere Class 1-A x Gn Reader x yandere Platonic Hawks
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The bustling walls of U.A. High School echoed with enthusiasm and ambition. As one of the most prestigious hero academies in Japan, it was the perfect place for aspiring heroes like you to hone your quirk and skills. But for one individual, it was the threshold of anxiety; that individual was none other than Keigo Takami, or Hawks, your older brother.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Hawks asked as he lounged against the door frame of your room, his usual laid-back demeanour tempered with a protective edge. “U.A. is tough. The training, the exams… it can get dangerous.”
You looked up from your packing, determination radiating from your smile. “I want to be just like you, Hawks! I can handle it. Plus, this is my dream.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to hide the turmoil in his heart. “I know, I know. But you have to promise me you’ll be careful. And… choose your friends wisely, okay?”
“Cross my heart!” You grinned, sealing it with a playful salute. He couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling that familiar warmth wrap around him. He wanted you to be happy to forge your own path, even if it meant letting go a little.
Weeks passed, and the initial excitement of starting at U.A. began to blend into the routine of classes and training. You were eager to show them your skills, to prove that you belonged there just as much as anyone else—you were Hawks's sibling, after all. But it wasn't long before you started noticing the odd glances from your classmates, the whispers that swept through the hallways.
Hawks, busy with his own hero duties, kept an eye on you from behind the scenes, using his status to subtly monitor your new friends. Having been through the trials of U.A. himself, he recognized when someone was trying too hard to get close. And lately, it seemed like every student in Class 1-A was vying for your attention.
It started with the little things: Momo brought you homemade lunches every day, offering to study together late into the evenings. Bakugo, in his own abrasive way, often found reasons to pull you into training sessions, surprisingly protective whenever someone else approached you. Then there was Todoroki, who, despite his cold demeanour, always softened in your company, his gaze flickering with seriousness whenever he caught someone staring too long.
But what unnerved Hawks the most was the way they would stare at him—those glares filled with resentment, as if you were their possession and he was the intruder. It was unsettling, and each passing day added to his growing concern.
“Hey, you okay?” Your voice cut through his thoughts one evening as you entered the living room, where he was spread out on the couch after a long day. You had just returned from an intense training session, your cheeks flushed and excitement apparent.
“Yeah, just tired. How was your day?” he deflected, hoping you wouldn’t notice the tension in his own expression.
“Pretty good! The class is amazing, and I think I’m getting the hang of my quirk! Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic are really helpful.” You beamed, and for a moment, he forgot about the dark clouds lurking just outside your happiness.
But as the weeks dragged on, the more Hawks observed your classmates, the more he couldn’t ignore the unease. After a particularly intense training session where several of your classmates had raised their voices in heated exchange over who would help you train next, it became clear that their protectiveness was morphing into something much more obsessive.
One evening, Hawks arrived at U.A.'s dormitories, his heart racing as he sensed the atmosphere shift. He had come to see you, but it felt like stepping into a war zone. He spotted Aizawa and Mic at the lounge, their exchanged glances sharp with understanding—platonic yet protective, analyzing every move of the students around you.
“What’s going on?” Hawks asked casually, masking his concern.
“The classmates are getting out of hand,” Aizawa said, his voice low. “They’re fixating on Y/n in a way that’s concerning. I can keep an eye on them, but they’re not budging.”
“Are you serious?!” Hawks exclaimed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “We have to do something!”
Mic stepped in, ever the voice of dynamic energy tempered with unwavering loyalty. "We need to remind them that they're not the only ones who care about Y/n. They need to stop treating everyone like they're a rival for Y/n's attention."
Hawks clenched his fists, setting his jaw. “I’m all for them being motivated, but this is something else.”
That night was tense. You attempted to join your classmates for dinner, but the energy shifted. As you walked into the common area, the atmosphere thickened; their chatter fell to whispers, and eyes darted toward you as if you were an object of desire rather than a friend.
“Momo, what’s wrong?” you asked, the smile fading from your face at their strange behaviour.
“Oh, nothing! Just… making sure that everything is fine.” Her voice held an edge that gave you pause.
“What do you mean?” A vague sense of discomfort prickled your skin.
The tension escalated when Bakugo snapped, his irritation boiling over. “You all need to back off! Y/n isn’t some trophy! They’re our friend!”
The response was immediate—shocked silence followed by murmurs as your classmates turned to Bakugo, glaring penetrating the otherwise friendly atmosphere. Frustration painted their faces, revealing their possessive natures. You glanced between them, heart racing as the realization of their jealousy settled in.
Hawks stood outside the door, the heavy weight of a sibling’s protectiveness washing over him. He realized there was no need for subtlety anymore; he had to step in before your classmates turned into a frenzied mob. He knew he could control the situation without escalating it into madness but felt the primal need rise for your safety.
“Hey!” he called, pushing the door open with an air of authority, his usual confidence on full display. “We need to talk.”
All eyes turned toward him, expressions shifting from surprise to something darker. You could sense a mix of admiration and resentment swirling in the air as your classmates regarded Hawks—some awed by his presence, others glaring at him as if he was a threat to what they all believed should be theirs.
“Can I talk to my sibling alone?” he said, his eyes scanning the room intensely.
“But—” Momo started, her voice trembling with disbelief.
“No,” he interrupted, his gaze sharp, his tone brokering no arguments. “Now. Please.”
Reluctantly, your classmates dispersed, leaving you alone with Hawks. The tension melted away, and he took a deep breath, his brotherly instincts taking charge.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern flooding his eyes.
You crossed your arms, trying to dismiss his worries. “I’m fine. They’re just a little intense. It’s probably just excitement.”
“Excitement doesn’t come with possessive glares and jealousy,” he replied, frustration rippling through him. “They don’t see you for you. They see an opportunity to gain favour, and the moment you don’t meet their expectations…”
“When did you start sounding like Aizawa?” You countered, half-laughing.
“I’m serious! I don’t want you caught in the middle of whatever twisted competition this is!” Hawks stressed, the worry in his voice deepening. “Look, I want you to have friends, but I don’t want you to be a prize in some sick game.”
You stepped closer, meeting his intense gaze. “I know, Hawks. But it’s just how it is in the U.A.; everyone is passionate about their goals. They get a little... dramatic.”
“Dramatic?!” Hawks exclaimed, running a hand through his feathers in frustration, the sense of urgency coursing through him. “You’re my sibling, and I’d tear down the walls of this school if I have to!”
“Wait! No!” you begged, trying to stifle a laugh at the visual. “You’re not tearing down, U.A.! You love this school, and it’s my dream!”
“And that dream is at risk of turning into a nightmare if those kids don’t learn to back off!” he reiterated, his voice low and serious. “You deserve friends who respect you, who encourage you, not ones who treat you like property.”
As the weight of his words settled between you, realization dawned. It wasn’t just concern—it was a fierce determination, the inherent need to protect someone he cherished above all else. With Hawks around, you would always have a guardian.
Smiling softly, you placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “I’ll be okay, Hawks. I promise I’ll handle it. But remember—I’m still my own person, and I want to make my own friends.”
His tension ebbed slightly, and he exhaled, eyes softening as they met yours. “Just… promise me you’ll let me know if it gets too much?”
“Promise,” you replied sincerely. “And I’ll remind the others too—if they get out of hand, you’ll be the first I come to.”
“Good.” He took a breath, the weight of responsibility lifting slightly as he relaxed. “I feel a little better knowing you’re able to stand up for yourself.”
"Thanks, Hawks, I knew you could trust me enough." As you said that with a smile, Hawks couldn't help but smile too, but this wasn't a warm smile he always put on, Hawks pulled you into a hug and you right hug him back for a breath moment.
"I know, kid, but... I think it's best that you stay with me." You stop and look at Hawks, and you were about to question him before he grips you tight, you tried to pull away from his grip, but Hawks is not budging, you started to loss your vision.
You pass out in Hawks arms as Hawks looks at you and gently carries you off. Bring you back home where you are safe and sound under his wings, his precious little sibling.
"It's time for your big brother to take you home, where you are safe and sound as my baby bird."
The world of music was your salvation. As Y/N, the lead singer of the band Dead Sea, you had become a force of nature on stage, your voice weaving stories that resonated with thousands—a stark contrast to the lonely echoes of your childhood in Gotham.
The Batfamily had never truly seen you. Growing up, they had their battles to fight, their own demons to confront. You were often pushed aside, treated like an afterthought. Was the world burning? Who had time for a kid struggling to fit in? “Not now, kid,” they would say, rushing off into the night to save the city. And so you learned to be silent, to hide your hurt with a smile that rarely reached your eyes.
After a lifetime of feeling like a burden, one day, you’d finally had enough. You packed your bags and walked away from the towering shadows of Wayne Manor, desperate to find a place where you mattered. The life of a singer on the road was everything you had dreamed of—freedom, acceptance, and the kind of love that felt genuine, wrapped in the arms of your supportive bandmates who always encouraged each other.
But back in Gotham, the Batfamily slowly began to unravel under the weight of your absence. They felt the void where your laughter used to echo—realizing how deeply they had taken you for granted. Alfred, who had always been a pillar of strength, finally exploded one evening, slamming a hand down on the dining table.
“This silence is unbearable!” he roared, his voice breaking through their casual conversation. “You are all so wrapped up in your own lives that you've completely ignored Y/N! You have lost someone precious because of your selfishness!”
Suddenly, the reality crashed down on them, a flood of guilt pooling in their hearts. They had pushed you away, pushed away their own flesh and blood, and now they yearned to salvage what remained of the shattered bond. Frantically, they began reaching out, but each call and message met with silence. Each time their phones chimed with no response, it felt like a knife twisting deeper.
You had jammed the thought of your family as deep as you could, but they'd never truly left you, not entirely. Their voices haunted you amidst the melodies you crafted with Dead Sea. You were grateful to finally be free, but there was always a twinge of sorrow deep within—a void that echoed memories of hollow attempts at connection.
Weeks passed before the Batfamily decided to confront you in person. They gathered their courage and picked a night when Dead Sea was scheduled to perform at a local venue, hoping to reconnect. In their minds, they envisioned stepping through the crowd to meet you with open arms, ready to apologize and make amends.
As they arrived, the energy in the room was electric, filled with the excited chatter of your fans. On stage, you appeared like a phoenix rising, commanding the spotlight with an effortless grace. The moment the first chord rang out, the crowd erupted in cheers, the atmosphere alive with a pulse that echoed your vibrant spirit. But in the back of your mind, an unsettling feeling gnawed at you.
Had you really escaped from Gotham?
As your eyes scanned the thrumming crowd, they settled on something that sent your heart racing—figures cloaked in familiar silhouettes, standing just beyond the lights. The Batfamily. Panic rose through your veins, an instinctual desire to flee cloaked in fear. You felt every moment spent in their absence flood your mind—their laughter that never included you, the shadows that took up all the space on their shoulders, leaving none for you.
But instinct kicked in, and your bandmates instinctively moved closer, hands on your arms to steady you. “Focus on the audience,” one suggested, his voice a calm balm against your spiraling thoughts. “We’re here with you.”
Taking a deep breath, you channeled that fear, transforming it into music. You sang, pouring your heart into each note, attempting to drown out the looming figures of your past. As the concert surged, you poured everything into the performance, losing yourself in the thrill of it all. But their presence lingered at the edges of your awareness, like a dark cloud lurking just out of sight.
When the final song drew near, you decided to confront the past. Silence enveloped the venue as you stepped forward, your heart thudding wildly.
“I want to dedicate this song,” you exclaimed, your voice steady despite the trembling beneath. “This is for my little brother… but me and him aren’t family anymore now.”
The words hung thick in the air, powerful and raw. A collective gasp swept through the audience, igniting a wave of tension that rippled through the Batfamily. They stood frozen, guilt crashing over them like a tidal wave, each sibling exchanging shocked glances, realizing how truly deep the wound had become. The implications of your words struck them like daggers—they had not just lost a sibling; they had lost you.
Every note you sang afterward felt heavy with regret, hurt, and anger—the culmination of years spent in silence while you wished for acknowledgment. Without looking at them, you poured your anguish into the music, weaving a tapestry of intense emotion in every line. The crowd swayed, engulfed in the moment, swept away by your passion, but your eyes remained burdened, never leaving the shadows that lingered at the back.
After the final song, you lingered on stage, adrenaline coursing through your body but leaving a hollow ache in your heart. You wanted to scream, to cry, to make them understand the weight of their absence in your life, but words failed you.
Leaving the stage, you turned your back on the very shadows that once consumed you. Walking away felt liberating, but the ache in your heart would linger long after you left, echoing as you closed the chapter on what was—knowing that family, however flawed, was something you had desperately craved but never truly had.
As the Batfamily stood there, paralyzed by their own regrets, the message was clear: they couldn’t change the past, but they could still hope for a different future. They would stop at nothing to bring you back, to remind you that maybe, just maybe, love could mend what had been shattered.
But for now, you had chosen your path, and the shadows of Gotham would no longer define you. You were Y/N, the voice of Dead Sea, and you would be the master of your own destiny. As the lights dimmed and the crowd began to disperse, you stepped away from the echoes of old wounds toward a brighter horizon, determined to embrace the future you had fought so hard to create.
Your friends decided to go ghost hunting and. invited you to join their spooky adventure. After going through a rough time—especially since your ex left you for someone else—maybe it’s time to get out and have some fun. You could definitely use a distraction from that. loser.
Will you join this...
...Ghost hunt...
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Feeling heartbroken, all you want to do is lie down and cry. Yet, anger bubbles up inside you about that ex who chose someone else over you. You take a deep breath and remind yourself to stay strong. Your mom always said that when life pushes you down, you have to fight back or let karma deal with it.
Just as you’re about to settle in with some TV and ice cream, a text from your friends pops up, inviting you to join a ghost hunt. Initially, you reply with a ‘no,’ but deep down, you know they won’t take no for an answer. They know what you’ve been through and want to show you their love and support.
Some friends might not be as understanding, but these guys are the best. They’re determined to help you forget about your ex, especially since it’s October—perfect for some spooky fun!
A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. Your friends have arrived to get you cleaned up and ready for the ghost hunt. You feel a flicker of happiness, even if sadness lingers inside. At least you have your friends to lean on.
As you chat, one of your friends, Isabella, mentions a haunted mansion outside of town. “I heard it’s pretty haunted! I’m not afraid of scary things,” she says confidently, flipping her long, wavy brown hair.
Isabella is not someone to mess with. She once defended you fiercely against a bully, leading you both to detention while the bully transferred schools out of embarrassment. That’s how you two became fast friends.
“Are you sure? Last time you punched a clown in the face,” Lucille chuckles, causing Isabella to blush.
“Hey! It’s not my fault he snuck up on me!” Isabella retorts, her face turning bright red as Lucille and Oliver laugh.
You met Lucille at an anime event, where you helped her fend off a creepy guy. Now, she’s your nerdy friend who loves *Shrek* and writes fanfiction.
“Well, this haunted mansion is said to be owned by Stephan St. Clair. He had a fiancée who died from poisoning, and he fell into depression,” Lucille starts, but Oliver interrupts.
“Dude, ghosts aren’t real. You shouldn’t believe everything you read online,” he rolls his eyes.
“Hey! There are reports of strange happenings at that house,” Lucille counters, scrolling through her phone.
“What kind of strange happenings?” you ask, but Oliver stops her.
“Bro, nobody wants to live in a murder house,” he scoffs, while Isabella rolls her eyes.
You met Oliver at a party when he saved you from a guy trying to slip you a drink. You’re grateful for his help; he doesn’t tolerate shady behavior either.
As you drive to the mansion, you gaze out the window, feeling uneasy about the woods surrounding you. Upon arrival, you see the big, slightly dilapidated mansion—it’s beautiful in a haunting way.
Stepping out of the car, you notice another vehicle parked nearby. Your heart sinks as you realize it’s your ex with their friends, including Amelia, the one your ex chose over you.
Amelia, who puts on a friendly facade, smirks as she leans against your ex. “Oh! It’s so nice to see you, Y/N,” she says, but you ignore her, letting your friends lead you away.
As you gather your things for the ghost hunt, you hear Amelia giggling and whining, “I’m so scared, Ex/name, hold me,” clinging to your ex, who laughs it off. You can feel their glances; it’s hard to shake off the anger.
“Alright, is everyone ready?” Josh, the kind-hearted emo guy, asks, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Are you ready, Y/N?”
“I’m ready. Thanks for asking, Josh,” you reply, trying to sound more enthusiastic than you feel.
As you step into the mansion, the interior is beautiful yet dusty. Your friends wander, while your ex and their group enter, laughing and being obnoxious.
Isabella points to a stunning portrait in the middle of the room. “Look, it’s so beautiful!” she exclaims, drawing everyone’s attention.
Lucille pulls you close to the portrait. “You look just like that person, Y/N!” she exclaims. You squint at the painting, unsure.
Suddenly, Amelia pushes you. “Oops, clumsy me,” she sneers, but your ex comes to help you up, surprising you.
Isabella and Lucille give side-eye to your ex, but Josh comes over to help you up.
“Hey, you alright?” Josh asks as you get up and wipe the dust off.
“I’m fine, thanks for asking, Josh,” you say, noticing a caring look and a hint of blush on his cheeks before Oliver could point it out.
Isabella comes to your side with a smirk and pulls you to her, making some comments about you two, while Lucille laughs it off.
Oliver pulls Josh to him and teases him, asking if he likes you. Josh straight-up refuses, but Oliver knows because Josh’s face has turned red.
You smile gratefully at Josh as he helps you up. His kind eyes ease some of the hurt still lingering in your heart. Brushing the dust off, you notice Amelia smirking smugly, clearly hoping to cause more drama.
Your friends gather protectively around you. Isabella shoots daggers at Amelia with her eyes. “Maybe you should watch where YOU’RE going next time,” she retorts sharply.
Lucille takes your arm with a smile. “Forget about them. Let’s check out the rest of the mansion!” Wandering further in, the group comes upon a staircase. Creepy portraits line the walls, their eyes seeming to follow you.
“I bet the answers we seek are upstairs,” Lucille hints dramatically. Grins and giggles rise from the group as they head up. But downstairs, shadows seem to stir in the corners of your eyes...
You shake off the unease. With friends by your side, what horrors could possibly await? The upstairs corridors wind like a maze. Bannisters creak under grasping fingers. Is that... a moan in the distance?
The group crowds around an old phonograph, determined to unearth clues. But as the needle drops, a ghastly wail pierces the air! Heart in your throat, you lean into Josh’s comforting arm.
You look around, and this place is so beautiful. Everything is like a fairy tale, but it’s dusty and dirty, and your ex is trying to push Josh out of your arms. But Josh isn’t giving up, and Isabella starts to give daggers to Amelia.
Amelia whines that she isn’t scared and that she needs a strong man like your ex, as if she hasn’t already done that three times.
You glance at your ex and can see they’re starting to snap at Amelia any second now.
Amelia tries to wrap her arms around your ex for comfort, but your ex pushes Amelia away.
You turn to focus on doing the ghost hunt. You enter a room along with your friends.
The phonograph’s cry sends chills through the group. Lucille peers at it curiously. “There seems to be some kind of message etched on the side…”
She wipes away years of dust and reveals a series of symbols. “I’ve seen these before—they’re said to ward off evil spirits. But why would someone carve protections into a phonograph…?”
Her words are cut off by an eerie creak from down the hall. Everyone freezes, holding their breath. Then, a louder groan echoes as if the house itself mourns some old tragedy.
Isabella squares her shoulders bravely. “C’mon, let’s check it out. Ghosts are nothing but air and bones.” She takes the lead with her head held high.
The sounds lead you to a bedroom with peeling wallpaper. An untouched four-poster bed sits beneath shattered windows. Blood-stained handprints mar the walls as if begging to be let out.
An icy draft washes over you all. Josh pulls you protectively against his side. “G-Guys, I think we should g-get out of here. This place feels cursed.”
But the door slams shut behind you with a bang. You cry out and cling to Josh in panic. The temperature plummets further. From the corner of your eye, a shadow drifts.
“MY DARLING!! YOU’RE FINALLY HERE!” a ghost cries, appearing before you and your friends. This sends chills down your spine.
The apparition locks eyes with you. “Darling? Why do you look so afraid?” it asks, glaring at your ex and Amelia. “Are they treating you poorly?”
“HOLY MOLLY, THAT IS STEPHAN ST. CLAIR!!” Lucille shouts and immediately gets slammed into the wall.
“LUCILLE!! NO!” Isabella screams, pulling out a switchblade, ready to attack the ghost, but Stephan stops her with a mere flick, placing the knife to her neck.
“ISABELLA!!” Oliver shouts before running away, but he’s too slow to reach the door in time.
You stand frozen in horror as Oliver collapses, a gaping hole through his chest. Your ex tries to reach you, only to get ensnared by Stephan’s wrath.
As your ex's skin rips away, revealing bloody, exposed flesh, horror spreads like wildfire through the group. Stephan turns toward you, a twisted smile curling on his ghostly lips.
Stephan turns to face you with a loving smile, but you run for the door alongside Amelia.
In sheer terror, you dash toward the door, but Amelia makes a desperate grab for you.
“Don’t leave!! P-Please,” she cries, reaching out with shaking hands. For a moment, you consider leaving her behind, but in your heart, you can’t.
You turn around and help her, but Amelia, with a trick up her sleeve, pushes you toward the ghost.
“What an idiot you are,” Amelia shouts as she dashes downstairs, leaving you with Stephan.
Stephan, furious at Amelia's betrayal, turns his wrath towards you. “How dare she do this to my darling?” he growls, using some unseen force to make Amelia fall.
Amelia struggles to her feet, barely able to move, but she tries to make it to the door. Her luck is running out.
Stephan looms over her, his voice dripping with malice. “How dare you do this to my wife/husband, my love of my life! I should have killed you the moment I got the chance—” he bellows, voice dripping with rage and madness. He trails off, mumbling incomprehensibly and his gaze shifting towards you.
Amelia looks confused but is still shaking in fear.
In a horrific twist, Amelia screams as her body contorts, her insides wrenched apart as if pulled by unseen hands.
Her head pops out, eyes bulging, her body tearing apart gruesomely.
You watch in disgust as her twisted form drops to the floor, her once charming appearance now grotesque and sickly. You hold your mouth, trying not to vomit at the horrifying sight before you.
With a shocked gasp, you cover your mouth. Was that Josh? He was alive. "Let's get out of here now," he urges.
You nod, and the two of you sneak away. Stephan comes back to check if you were still there, but no—he’s just too late.
Panic sets in as Stephan starts to shout your name. How does this ghost know your name? But you focus on getting out with Josh.
You’re almost at the door when Josh stops you.
“…Y/N, I would like to confess something to you…” He looks down, holding your hand gently.
“Y/N… I like you. Scratch that—what I meant to say is, I love you,” Josh admits as he finally meets your gaze.
You want to say you need time to process everything, but Josh doesn’t let you slip away. He grips your hand tight, not letting go.
“Y/N... stop rejecting me. I know you love me too. I’ve noticed you’ve never let go,” Josh says earnestly, pulling you close for a kiss.
But before he can connect, Stephan interrupts.
“Darling? Who is this… Josh” Stephan’s voice drips with disdain, glaring at Josh like he knows him while you feel panic beginning to creep back into your chest.
“I’m their husband.” Josh says defiantly, tightening his grip around you.
Stephan laughs, a chilling sound that makes your blood run cold. “Actually, I’m their husband,” he retorts, lifting a ghostly hand to reveal a haunting ring. “They belong to me forever, not you, emo boy.”
Josh and Stephan begin to argue, and in the chaos, Josh lets you go to continue insulting Stephan.
“Josh, how many times do I have to tell you? They are my fiancée; they don’t belong to you first! At least my fiancée truly loved me more than you ever did.”
“Oh? They were my fiancée too, Stephan. At least my fiancée didn’t kill themselves on their wedding night,” Josh fires back.
Stephan gasps, his demeanor shifting dramatically. “Well, at least my love didn’t run away from me every chance they got and didn’t end up killed by the bear traps you set up.”
This exchange ignites Josh’s fury, and the two begin to grapple, each trying to assert their claim over you.
You started to connect the spots, you were their fiancé but you don't know them or met them in your life, but is Josh a ghost too.
as the fighting continues, Josh suddenly shifts back, his skin peeling away to reveal his true self: black hair, a good figure, dark green eyes that shine with a warmth, the rotten corpse laying on the floor.
Meanwhile, Stephan retains his polished charm, with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. They both demand your attention, pulling you in opposite directions.
In the midst of the chaos, you suddenly see your chance to escape. As Stephan and Josh fight, your opportunity arises; you dart towards the door.
Both Josh and Stephan reach for you, but they miss, their hands grasping mere air.
You burst through the door, finding yourself outside the mansion. Relief washes over you as you stumble into the fresh air, but your gaze flickers back to see them both glaring through an invisible barrier they can’t cross.
“Darling!!”
“Love!!”
“Darling, come back!!” Stephan cries, banging helplessly against the barrier.
“Sweetie pie, please come back to me!!” Josh pleads, scratching at the transparent wall separating you from them.
Fear grips you, making your legs tremble. You can’t move, torn between the two who call for you. You watch them until the sun begins to rise, and the mansion door slams shut behind them, sealing their fates within.
Finally, you take a deep breath and stand. You turn and begin to walk away from this nightmare. Within moments, that walk turns into a run.
You race back to your car. You don’t have a license, but in that moment, you don’t care. You just need to escape.
In a reckless haste, you crash into the stone edge but somehow still manage to drive your way out.
Roman loved you, but at the end of the day, fate took its course.
After all, what's left of a hero if they can't defeat the villain?
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"My love..! I don't wish to do this to you!.. I have come here to defeat you and put an end to the evils of your cruel world, claiming my victory." Roman screamed out in agony, slashing his sword against you. His movements and his fierce strikes say otherwise.
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"...Let us have this final dance, and we shall walk to hell, hand in hand..." He said solemnly, his eyes going darker as his stance got stronger.
"Well, let's have our final dance, for one of us shall walk in hell together..." You speak as you hold your sword to the side of your waist.
Roman gripped the handle of his sword, breathing heavily as you agreed to the final dance. He took a moment to calm himself down, and slowly made the first few moves.
With grace and elegance, Roman slowly approached, slashing his sword from different directions, dancing around you like a snake to its prey, yet the snake was in love with the prey.
You give a small bow before we can start to swing each other with swords.
Roman, also bowing, smirked behind his mask, admiring your beautiful face, even during a fight. He loved you so much, that he would lay down his life for you if he had to.
He slowly began to do some swings, getting faster, his sword moving as he gracefully danced around you. He was in love with you, no matter what you had done.
we bring our swords and bang on each other and step back from the distance we may look we are fighting and dancing as we slowly walk holding our swords facing each other.
Roman loved the way you looked when you fought, he adored every bit of you, even your sharp edges. He enjoyed this little dance the two of you were doing, he wanted to just drop the fight and enjoy the moment. He wanted to kiss your lips and hold you in his arms, feel your warmth against him.
Yet at the same time, he wanted the dance to keep going. Keep dancing against you, keep feeling alive as your blades strike against each other. Keep feeling this love, this lust he felt for you.
each time their swords clashed together, it made a loud 'clang' sound. It looked like a well-choreographed dance instead of a battle.
He smiled at you while dancing, admiring every part of you. Your hair. Your eyes. Your body. The way you moved against him. The way your body moved and each of your swings made every part of him want you more and more. He had to keep himself composed and remind himself what he had to do. He was a hero, and you were a villain. You had to be slain, yet...
He held back a sigh, focusing to keep himself calm yet the lust he felt for you was almost eating him alive as the dance continued.
You held each other our swords crossed between our chests making some space you held his shoulder and he wrapped your waist.
Roman's heart thumped faster than ever as you held his shoulder, bringing him closer to your body. He quickly returned the favor by grabbing your waist and pulling it closer to his. He closed his eyes, holding back a moan, the lust within his heart becoming harder and harder to keep back. His breaths got heavier as he gently moved his hand down to grab your hips, holding you closer.
You kick him making a distance both of you stare at each other before we hear shouting the hero teammates saying to kill me and you face down to the ground with one tear rolling down before I face him up.
"Well, Let's have our one last final dance end together shall we."
Roman eyes widened as he saw a tear fall down your face, the tears making his heart shatter. He gulped, feeling his throat go dry as the heroes shouted for him to kill you. He watched as you faced down, staring down with his chest feeling like it was burning.
He took a deep breath and slowly nodded to your statement. He could not look into your eyes, the thought of killing you eating him alive. He gulped as he slowly raised his sword.
"Yes... let us... dance our final dance."
You gently twirl and you hold up your sword as you dance making your final move and he knows he has to do it but... He didn't... He didn't want this...
He looked at you as you spun with your last gentle grace of the dance, and when you both reached a point of holding your sword up at each other, Roman didn't think, he didn't have to. His instincts took over.
His sword plunged into you He quickly dropped his sword, rushing over to you as he reached out and He caught you as you fell, holding you tightly, bringing you into his arms, holding you close as he felt the cold air against his arm.
He knew what he had done, his eyes widened with realization and his heart broke. He couldn't speak as he felt your blood staining his arms and chest.
"Cough...Well, hero looks like you won it was fun to have my final dance with you... Hero..."
He trembled, holding you in his arms as he looked at your face, feeling you going limp in his arms, his grip on you loosening.
"I... I didn't- I-... No..I.." He said, his eyes looking at you in pure horror.
"No.. no no no-... I didn't want to win... I didn't want to win like this..." He pleaded, his hand gently touching your cheek as his eyes welled up with tears.
You softly smiled and tried to hold his face.
"I wish our stories didn't end like this...Even ours was different from ours ...*cough* it's terrible to see everyone fear me... Thank you, my dear hero..."
He held your hand close to his face, desperately trying to keep himself calm, yet inside, his heart was being crushed and torn to pieces. Everything in him felt like it was being ripped out and stomped on. He could not stop the tears from falling down his cheeks, feeling utterly useless as he held you in his arms.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered gently, his voice breaking as he continued to hold you.
"I'm so sorry.. my love.." Roman whispers as he holds you dearly close his grips tightly fear consume
him inside of himself.
"It's not your fault... I love-"
before you could speak the hero's teammates come run with cheers to the hero as you lay there dead in the hero's arms.
"HERO!!"
one of the hero's teammates was a high priest girl who wanted to marry the hero she had a crush on him right before she could come close she jumped on him, made him pull yourself dead body away from him, and tried to kiss him.
Roman entire world fell apart in mere moments, and just as he was about to say something, he felt the girl, a hero, and a priestess, come and pull him away from you, his arm releasing your lifeless body.
He didn't react as she tried to kiss him, he couldn't even look at her, all he could see was your body lying on the ground. He couldn't even move, he barely registered what was happening.
Eventually, the tears just started to flow from his eyes, and he felt the world around him slowly crumble. All he could think was about you, and the last moments with you. How he couldn't bring himself to kill you, only to accidentally do it himself. How he wanted to just hold you, keep you in his arms, protect you from the world.
He fell on his knees while the girl held on to him, the tears falling down his cheeks as he quietly sobbed.
Roman body went slack, allowing them to easily hold him up and pull him away, bringing him somewhere. He was a mess, tears staining his cheeks as he just cried while being taken away from your body.
He just wanted you back, he just wanted you back in his arms, to hold you, to see you, to apologize for everything, to just feel you next to him. Yet at the same time, he felt guilty for his feelings, he felt guilty for loving the Villian.
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Your task was to spy on the heroes in the academia to learn about the new heroes and discover other heroes' identities, but you were somewhat clumsy in your spy jobs. However, you managed to bring back good reports to your job, and that's why the League of Villains has sent you to the hero's academia…
Being the new teacher in the school and getting good reports on the heroes and the students some like Deku thank him for his notes But seems too to hard get it because one of the teachers has watched you at your beginning...
It seems like Mr. Aiwaza has always disliked you, but is that really what you think?
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Aiwaza thinks you're absolutely pathetic. An adorable type of pathetic. As a spy sent to infiltrate the Hero Academia, you're tasked to send intel on their strategies.
It's just... you're just clumsy. As if they sent you as a last resort. You're not fit to be a spy, or a Hero for that matter. It didn't take long for Aiwaza to take matters into his own hands.
"What should I do with you?" he sighs heavily. You're an enemy, but Aiwaza finds that he has no urge to kill you. It's peculiar.
"You're a terrible spy, you know that?" he sighs again with an exasperated expression. He had only been watching you this entire time. He's grown familiar with your clumsy tendencies. Even if Aiwaza tried to look away, his eyes always ended up snapping back to you.
How odd. You were supposed to be enemies yet he finds himself thinking how adorable you are.
"Well thank you."
"No need to thank me for stating the obvious."
Aiwaza crosses his arms, looking down at you as you sit before him. You're quite literally tied up and chained. He can't help but let his eyes glance down at your lips, noticing how plush, soft, and kissable they are.
He clears his throat, snapping out of it and refocusing.
"I don't know what to do with an incompetent little thing like you. My first instinct is to kill you, but the thought of doing so.."
Aiwaza furrows his brows, his gaze softening as he looks at you.
"My god, you really are adorable, you know that?"
"... Wait what?"
"...What?"
Aiwaza raises a brow, somewhat surprised by your cluelessness. He leans close, close enough that you two were practically touching.
"Are you deaf as well as incompetent? I think you're adorable."
"... Since when you think of me like that."
Aiwaza leans in closely.
"Since the moment I laid my eyes on you. I have a fondness for adorable things, and you, you my dear, you.. are definitely one."
His eyes dart down to your lips, his thumb gently rubs against them.
You headbutt him.
"Oomph-" His head jerks back, and he stumbles. A little startled from the sudden headbutt. He furrows his brows, looking down at you with an unimpressed look.
"Really? That's your response to me confessing my fondness for you?" He lets out an annoyed tsk as he gently rubs his forehead.
"Have you forgotten that I'm your enemy."
"I haven't forgotten, I'm not stupid." He sighs heavily. He reaches out, gently lifting your chin up. He leans in once more, close enough for his breath to gently flutter upon your cheek.
"And yet, all I want to do right now is to hold you, and kiss that silly little head of yours."
"I will rip your face and put it on a stick like the Vikings did to their enemies."
"Is that a promise? I would love to see you try." He grins, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He found your threat adorable. How cute. He moves even closer, his body practically on top of you.
"I don't think you understand how badly I want to kiss you, and how badly I want to keep you by my side, as my property. I've never been so obsessed with someone as much as I am with you."
"You're insane."
"Maybe I am."
Aiwaza chuckles lowly, before claiming your lips in a feverish kiss. He bites your lip, slipping his tongue in. It's rough, possessive, and demanding. It wasn't until you bit him by his tongue that he begrudgingly pulled away.
He looks down at you, his gaze dark, full of possession. It seems a line has been snapped. You're his now, he's sure of it. There's no letting you go now.
He leans down, nibbling on your ear.
"You can struggle as much as you want, you're mine now. You belong to me, my adorable little thing."
he whispers hotly in your ear. He loves the way you blush hotly upon feeling his hot breath tickling your ear, making shivers go down your spine.
Aiwaza threatened to attack my friends and family, speaking in an obsessed, dark tone.
"You don't want that do you?"
I pause and Aiwaza smiles widely as he continues talking.
"I give you two chances, one is you be mine and you are willing to obey me every order and love me, the second one is if you keep refusing I will leave you here until you are broken and will kill your friends and family."
"Do I remind you of me?"
His eyes gleam with a possessive dark glint, staring down at you with a feral look. He's absolutely insane.
Hi girly!! I'm not sure if you've answered this already but what do you use for editing your blog's yandere aesthetic pictures? What program, I mean :))) (I call everyone girly regardless of their gender btw)
Uuuhhhh I use Picsart for editing some of the pictures, while for others, I use other trending replays to achieve the desired outcome.
This is mine
The tending replays
There's an app that pops up if you try to post or click "next", which gets annoying. The app offers effects and stickers that you can use, but some of them are only available if you have a VIP membership. I can't afford the VIP membership, so l've been using other effects and stickers, which makes it really hard to find ones that look good.
The replays on the trending list are free, so no need to worry about that. However, keep an eye out for VIP effects and stickers on the trending replays.
Just search up Yandere and you get some sticks and tending replays of course if you are new make sure to watch Youtube or TikTok.
To get good keep practicing, do the challenges and watch YouTube
The challenges look like this.
And if you want to use photos, you can find them on Pinterest, X, or Google. You can also use other photos on Picsart.
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The website loads, and finally, it brings you to the main page. There's a pinned by the admin of this website, it features a photo of a man covered up by the shadows. He was lying on his side, revealing his upper back and his shoulder. Underneath the photo was the caption that read, "Don't you think my darling is so pretty, everyone?" as well as a file attached.
You see the amount of reactions on the pin skyrocketed. More and more people were coming onto the page and liking the pin, as well as commenting on how 'pretty' the darling looked while also asking who the darling was.
You continue scrolling, and you finally make it to the feed. It's live, and it was updating as time continued. It seems as if everyone was sharing pictures of the same man, all having different captions.
There were hundreds and thousands of screenshots of the person from his social media, and some of them were of him during the livestreams he did. There were pictures of him while his streams were live, and there were pictures of him in everyday life. He even looked pretty when he went grocery shopping.
The feed seemed to update, and a new set of pictures of the same man came up. It seemed as if he was having some sort of interview on a live video chat.
You continue to watch the man as he sits across another person holding some sort of camera. The person seemed to be asking him questions left and right, seeming to be mostly personal questions. They seemed to have a strong focus on his love life. The comment section was filled with 'I want him!!', and 'He'd look amazing in my closet!'.
You continue to scroll, and you end up seeing the tag 'auction'. Clicking it, the feed updates, and you're immediately met with a live auction. A picture of the same man was featured, but he had a different outfit. He had a black turtleneck with a collar wrapped around his neck, as well as some tight black leather pants.
You were just watching the live auction, and the bid was getting higher and higher. Someone had bid a total of $500,000 just for the darling in the picture. You could also see the comment section filled with people begging and begging that they get the bid this time.
You get out of the stream and continue scrolling. You end up seeing the tag 'tips' show up, and you click the tag.
You see multiple different blogs under the feed, all with different tips on how to catch 'the darling'. It was like people were obsessed with one person, and everyone wanted to find them. 'How-to videos' showed up on the feed, as well as blogs filled with 'step-by-step' instructions on how to get this man or woman to love you.
Somehow, the blogs managed to garner a lot of interaction. Comments were filled with people thanking the author of each of the blogs, as well as people talking about how 'obsessed' the person looked. It almost seems like people liked this person on this website. Maybe a bit too much, but what could you do when the person was so... Interesting?
"Wow, it's like everyone is obsessed with this person... Even the women are here too."
There were a lot of people obsessed with the darling, and not all of them were straight women. The darling's beauty had no limits, and the people were very much aware of such a thing. The website was made specifically for Yanderes, but everyone seemed to be just as obsessed and interested in this person darling.
You finally get out of the 'Q&A' threads and continue scrolling. Not a long time afterward, you see the tag 'Auction' pop up. It seems as if another live auction is going on. You click it, and you're immediately met with a picture of the darling again; him wearing a completely different outfit from the last auction, the only different thing was the collar he had on. The bid was also higher than the last time, already reaching $600,000.
You see the amount of interactions on the auction continues to rise. The bid only got higher and higher, and the comment section was very much filled with people getting desperate to win the bid. But, suddenly, one person wins the bid, and the thread suddenly gets hundreds and thousands of comments congratulating the winner who had bid $1,000,000.
You scroll past the threads, and you see the tag 'blog' pop up. It wasn't just a regular blog, this was the 'How-To Catch a Darling'. You decide to click 'How-To Catch a Darling', and suddenly you're sent to a full blog with a multitude of different pictures featuring the darling.
The images of the darling kept flooding past, showcasing more and more of Darlings. The author of the blog has an addiction to the darling. However, when you get past all of the pictures, there is a text body at the very bottom that showcases a detailed step-by-step process on how to get this exact darling to love you.
"Those darlings are kinda skinny..."
The darlings showcased in the pictures were all extremely skinny and slim, almost to the point where it worried you if they were eating anything at all. They were all dressed up in beautiful clothes from head to toe, and their bodies were all slim. It was very obvious that these darlings were very well taken care of, but still, it worried you how their bodies were like that in the first place.
These darlings were such eye candy, but there was something strange about these darlings. They seemed so helpless and clueless, almost as if they were like puppets to some extent. It's almost as if they were forced into this lifestyle. It's almost made it very... disturbing.
You continue to scroll, and suddenly the tag pops up. Clicking on the tag brings you through various threads of different Yanderes. Yanderes, both girl and boy, and all of them talking about their darling. The threads were both filled with pictures and text, but the main thing that was in common amongst all of them was the same darling who seemed to be the 'obsession' and 'passion' of every 'yandere' on the website.
You suddenly see a different tag pop up, as well as a live feed. It was the 'Dressing Room'. The tag had a live feed going on, showing the darling on a webcam trying out multiple different outfits.
You continue to scroll, and suddenly the tag 'Interview: Fanmade' pops up on the feed. It was a livestream of some young girl asking the darling questions while using the webcam. Fans seemed to love live streams featuring this darling, and it all seemed to be the 'admin's' idea. You could just hear the desperation and obsession in the girl's voice as she continued to interview the darling in question.
One of the very first things the girl asked was, "What got you into steaming and doing the things you do?"
The darling simply answers with a small yet sincere smile across their face. "I just wanted to make people laugh, and make them happy, you know? I always wanted to make people feel better; make people feel loved by seeing my streams."
Those words were sweet and innocent. The very last thing you'd expect to hear from someone of their looks.
You continue to scroll, and suddenly you see a tag 'Stream' on the live feed again. It seems as if the darling was continuing to livestream. This was the most watched stream on the site, as it almost had 'hundreds of millions' of views. The comments were flooding fast, all trying to get the darling's attention. The comments were mostly all girls and boys saying how 'pretty' the darling was.
The darling seemed to have a soft voice. Their voice was almost alluring, and it added to his charm. Their voice just added to the appeal, and it made their fans go even more crazy. Some of their fans even seemed to have a 'voice kink', going as far as saying they loved the darling's soft voice and wished to be serenaded by darling lovely voice.
You finally get out of the stream, and you see the tag 'Photos' pop up. You click the tag, and you're immediately met with tons of different photos of the darling. Them being in different settings, during different times; darlings were so pretty, that people just couldn't stop taking pictures of them darlings.
You continue scrolling and suddenly a tag 'Sites' pops up out of nowhere, and it piques your interest. The tag showed up alongside a button that said "Visit Sister Sites". You were intrigued and clicked it, as you've never heard of there being other sites from the same owner.
You decided not to, and you continued to scroll. You continued scrolling until you saw 'Blogs', 'Streams', 'Archive', 'Blockchain ', and 'Authentication' come up. Clicking on the 'Blogs' tag showed several different blogs, most of them belonging to Yanderes and their obsession, or admiration. There was also 'Streams', which seemed to be the same live shows as the 'Streams', but with the added feature of chat replays.
You scroll as you drink some water until you spit it out. "What the fuck!!!"
You saw a picture of yourself, as well as basic information. Things such as your name, your address, your age; everything a Yandere would need to find you. There was also a huge amount of comments on the picture, as well as a few pictures of you from various camera angles.
There were a concerning amount of pictures of you in different areas. As if a stalker were following you around and taking pictures. You were horrified at how easily people knew where you were, and how many pictures there were of you. It seemed that a Yandere found you.
There were pictures of you in the bunny cosplay as well. People seemed to like it. They were calling you 'pretty' and 'alluring' in the pictures you wore the bunny cosplay. However, despite the compliments, you were still in fear of the stalker.
There were also some pictures of you working out as well. However, these pictures didn't show a happy side of you; they showed your 'vulnerable' side. It showed you at your lowest, doing something embarrassing, and yet all of those moments were captured on the website's pictures for everyone to see. It made you feel violated and ashamed. It also made you feel sick and uneasy, knowing a stalker took all of those pictures.
Despite the disgust and horror you were feeling with all the pictures of yourself, you continued to scroll through the comments. All of the comments were filled with praise about how 'cute' and 'pretty' you were. It was disturbing, yet made you feel flattered at the same time, even though the flattery was coming from a stalker.
There were 'pictures' and 'videos' of you in the shower, as well as some in the changing rooms. It seemed as if you had no privacy whatsoever, and it made you feel even more disgusted and uncomfortable seeing how close some of the other photos were to your body. Knowing that someone had the 'audacity' to take those pictures and put them on a website for everyone to see made you furious.
You continued to scroll through the site, and saw 'Archive'. Out of curiosity, you clicked the 'Archive' tag and were greeted with a bunch of files all compressed into one folder. You recognized some of it to be your online 'presence', and you became even more horrified that your stalking had been going on for quite a while now.
You were furious. Your stalker, or even stalkers, were obsessed with you in a way you couldn't fathom. They were extremely devoted to you and obsessed with you to such a disturbing and crazy extent that they would go to extreme lengths to learn everything about you. They even had some of your stuff and even some of your hair.
Your eyes widen when you see the prompt on the screen saying 'Authenticate'. How did they even get a picture of you like this? You hesitantly click on the prompt, which prompts a camera to open.
It looked like the site wanted you to authenticate yourself. It was now forcing you to show what you look like. Just how did the site get your picture without you even realizing it? That's very... creepy.
You continued to scroll the 'Archive' tag and found different files full of all the pictures and videos your stalker had been gathering of you over the years. There were almost hundreds of different files, ranging from pictures you had in middle school to pictures you recently took. It was horrifying to see just how long you've been stalked for, and how long your stalker has been taking pictures of you without your knowledge or consent.
You were right; there was a whopping total amount of 'over Ten Million' followers that have been looking at your pictures and commenting about you. It was unnerving to think that there were over 'Ten Million' people who had been stalking you for who knows how long. You suddenly felt even more unsettled, knowing that all of those 'Ten Million' people were constantly looking at you from time to time and commenting on you, without you even knowing.
You were flabbergasted as well as creeped out when you saw the song you made the other week. You had no idea that your song was even uploaded on the website, and it made you feel even more violated and creeped out knowing someone has been going through your stuff and uploading them without your consent.
You suddenly felt your heart beating faster and faster as your anxiety and fear set in. Seeing your stalker going through your stuff taking all of your materials and uploading them to the website was creepy and unsettling, especially knowing how long this has been going on. At this point, you were at the brink of having a mental breakdown, and you were at the brink of losing your mind.
You were horrified and shocked that there was a book on how to 'catch your darling', as well as the fact that it was only '62.000' for such valuable knowledge. You felt even more violated and paranoid as you continued to scroll down.
What you found shocked and horrified you even more. There were hundreds of pictures, videos, and files of you, all of them under '[User Name]' in the archive.
You were horrified that there were millions of followers all looking at you, and thousands of people in 'Live Chat, all of them talking about you whenever the admin went on a 'Live Stream'. It felt like a living hell to know that millions of people were looking at you, talking about you, and even more people to come. It was just the beginning of your paranoia and fear.
You get a closer look at the 'Subject Bounty Hunting' tag, and it seems as if someone out there has officially set a bounty on someone, and that anyone who can take that person down will be rewarded with a great sum of money. You click the 'read more', and you get a better look at who set the bounty in the first place.
As you look through the list, you suddenly find yourself on the 'Available Darlings' list. You also notice the list had your general information and a picture of you. This is getting even more and more scary.
The 'Available Darlings' tag listed your price and how much you were estimated to be bought by other yanderes. It showed your 'Cost' and 'Price' as well as 'Popularity'. Apparently, you were pretty popular really popular on this website.
You immediately shut off the website and were shaken by what you had just experienced. It was horrifying and violating to know that you were being followed and stalked by so many people and that your every move was being closely monitored. You felt violated, paranoid, anxious, and scared for your safety.
The reader returned to their village, and the sight of their survival after encountering the monster in the forest left the villagers in shock. Since that fateful day, the villagers had been praising the reader for their courage in stopping the monster from killing one of them.
The reader, grateful for the villagers' support, suggested that they offer food and seek peace with the monster in the woods. The village heeded the reader's advice and made offerings of food, resulting in a peaceful resolution with the creature. The villagers' admiration for the reader grew even stronger, and they continued to offer gifts to the monster.
However, amidst the praise, a sense of jealousy arose in the heart of one villager, a girl or boy who desired the attention that the reader was receiving. This person started spreading a false rumor, accusing the reader of practicing witchcraft and being responsible for the existence of the monster. Sadly, the rumor took hold, and the village began to believe it.
The villagers, driven by fear and anger, gathered with torches and spears, and charged towards the reader's house, convinced that they were a witch or sorcerer. Unaware of the impending danger, the reader sat calmly in their home, enjoying a meal. It was only when they looked out the window that they saw the furious mob approaching.
As the villagers reached the reader's house, they forcefully broke down the doors and seized hold of the reader. They dragged them out of their home and prepared to burn them at the stake, declaring them guilty of witchcraft. The villagers shouted and screamed, repeatedly chanting, "Burn the Witch/Sorcerer."
In the midst of the chaotic crowd, the reader spotted the person who had started the false rumor—a friend whom they trusted. The person stared back at the reader, wearing an evil smirk, and the reader was devastated to realize that their friend was responsible for their dire situation. Thoughts of the monster in the forest crossed the reader's mind.
Desperate to make the villagers understand the danger they were putting themselves in, the reader cried out, begging for their attention. "Please listen to me! You will be in danger if you kill me. Please don't hurt them! They don't know what they're doing... Please don't hurt them..."
Despite their pleas, the villagers remained indifferent. Some may have heard the reader's words, but they chose to ignore them as they watched the flames consume the reader's life. The reader screamed in agonizing pain, and the villagers cheered callously as they witnessed the reader burn to ashes.
Meanwhile, in the forest, the monster caught a whiff of burning and looked up to see smoke rising from the village. The creature swiftly followed the scent and heard the reader's anguished screams. It rushed towards the village, only to find the villagers dancing and celebrating, oblivious to the monster's presence.
The monster's heart shattered into pieces, witnessing the betrayal and cruelty of the villagers. It recognized the person who had once been the reader's friend, blissfully chatting and laughing, completely ignorant of the havoc they had caused. The monster knew that this person should never have harmed their companion, and now the entire village had paid the price.
The monster, filled with grief and rage, cared little for the reader's earlier plea to spare the villagers. They had learned a painful lesson about who they shouldn't have dared to provoke.
I have been working overtime at the Hunters Association, and I feel exhausted. I am determined not to give up on stopping the wanderers, even though I have neglected to take care of myself. Zayne would scold me if he knew I wasn't taking care of myself.
Suddenly, I feel my eyes growing heavy, and I struggle to keep them open, but sleepiness overtakes me.
Unbeknownst to me, Xavier was watching as I fell asleep at my desk.
The next morning, I felt surprisingly comfortable.
As I began to wake up, I realized I was in a bed that wasn't mine, and panic set in.
I glanced around and noticed that I was in Xavier's place, but I couldn't understand why I was there, in his bed.
I got out of his bed and as I went, I ran into a mirror. I saw that my clothes had changed into bedtime pajamas.
I heard some sounds and saw Xavier standing at the front door holding a tray of burned food.
"Sorry, I did try to cook, but I think I burned the food," Xavier said as he put the tray down near the desktop.
As Xavier is about to step closer to you, I take a step back. Xavier stops as he stares at you, creepy. Xavier stares at you for a long moment.
This made me uncomfortable. After a long silence, Xavier broke the silence, "This is getting awkward."
"Yeah," I say as I stand awkwardly.
"Umm, thanks for letting me crash at your place and use your bed," I spoke. Xavier chuckled for a moment.
"You are so cute," Xavier said coming closer to me. I stepped back a little, and Xavier grabbed hold of me.
I could be shocked by Xavier holding me this close as if I am some kind of lover, but I know him only a little bit, and one thing is for sure.
I know Xavier can't cook, but why is he acting so weird? Xavier holding me so tight, I began to struggle out of his grip, but he held me even tighter.
This is getting more uncomfortable with Xavier's behavior, Xavier shoves his face into my hair smelling my hair, "Xavier, could you let me go?" I ask.
"Oh, sorry," Xavier hesitates to let go of my warmth and doesn't want this moment to go away.
"Thanks, I should go now, Xavier."
I could feel my face burn up a bit from Xavier's grasp, at first I thought it was cute but Xavier's grips became tight and he was showing me too much affection, Xavier smiled while looking at me as he pulled me close to him.
As Xavier pulled me even closer, his smile turned into an unsettling grin. His grip tightened, and I could feel his fingers digging into my skin. Fear began to consume me as I realized that something was seriously wrong with Xavier.
"Xavier, please, let me go," I pleaded, my voice trembling.
But Xavier ignored my plea. His eyes, once warm and friendly, now held a sinister glint. He leaned in, his face just inches away from mine, his breath hot against my skin.
"I can't let you leave, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness.
My heart raced, and I struggled harder to break free from his grasp. I could feel the panic rising within me, and I knew I had to find a way out of this situation.
Desperately, I tried to reason with him. "Xavier, this isn't right."
Xavier's grip loosened slightly, and his expression softened for a brief moment. But then, a flicker of madness crossed his eyes, and he tightened his hold once again.
"No, my love. We are meant to be together. I've watched you from afar and admired your dedication, and your beauty. I won't let anyone take you away from me," he declared, his voice filled with a disturbing mix of obsession and determination.
Terror coursed through my veins as I realized the depth of Xavier's deranged infatuation. I had to find a way to escape, to get back to safety.
Summoning all my strength, I mustered a fake smile, hoping to appease him. "Xavier, I understand your feelings, but we need to take things slow. Let's get something to eat?"
Xavier's grip relaxed slightly, and a glimmer of hope ignited within me. Maybe I could reason with him, buy some time until I could find help.
But Xavier's smile turned into a twisted smirk. "Oh, my love, we have all the time in the world. I'll make sure of that."
His words sent a chill down my spine. I realized that reasoning with him was futile. I needed to act quickly before things escalated further.
In a moment of desperation, I feigned affection, leaning in closer to Xavier, my voice dripping with false sweetness. "Xavier, why don't we have a nice meal together? I invite you to a restaurant I know. They have amazing food."
Xavier's grip loosened a bit more, and a glimmer of excitement danced in his eyes. "A restaurant? That sounds delightful, my love. Lead the way."
Relief washed over me as I saw an opportunity to leave the apartment and hopefully find help. I carefully stepped away from Xavier, maintaining a composed demeanor.
"Great! Let's go," I said, my voice steady. "It's just a short walk from here."
As we walked towards the door together, I discreetly reached for my phone in my pocket, ready to call for assistance at the first chance I got.
As we stepped outside, I subtly glanced around, searching for any sign of help or a passerby who could intervene if needed. The streets were relatively quiet, but I remained hopeful that someone would appear.
Xavier walked close beside me, his gaze fixed on me with an unsettling intensity. I tried to maintain a façade of calmness, my mind racing with thoughts of escape.
As we made our way down the street, I noticed a few people in the distance. My heart skipped a beat, and I knew this was my chance.
"Xavier, I forgot something back at your place. Could you wait here for a moment? I'll be right back," I said, my voice filled with urgency.
Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion flickering across his face. "What do you need to get? I can go with you."
I quickly thought of a convincing excuse. "It's a surprise for you. I don't want you to see it until it's ready. Please, just wait here."
Xavier seemed momentarily torn, but after a moment, he nodded. "Alright, but make it quick. I can't wait to see what you have for me."
I forced a smile, thankful that my plan seemed to be working. "Of course, Xavier. I'll be right back."
With that, I turned and walked briskly back towards the apartment, my heart pounding in my chest. I fumbled with my phone, dialing the emergency number as I went.
"Emergency services, how can I assist you?" a voice answered on the other end.
"I'm in danger. I need help immediately. I'm at 123 Oak Street. Please hurry," I whispered urgently into the phone.
The operator assured me that help was on the way and instructed me to find a safe place to wait. I thanked them and hung up, feeling a glimmer of hope.
As I reached the apartment, I quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, locking it behind me. I then rushed to the window, peeking out to see if Xavier was still waiting outside.
To my relief, I saw him standing on the sidewalk, looking around anxiously. I knew I had bought myself some time, but I couldn't let my guard down just yet.
I moved away from the window and searched the apartment for any potential weapons or means of defense. My eyes fell on a heavy vase on a nearby shelf.
Grasping it tightly, I prepared myself mentally for a confrontation. I knew that if Xavier discovered my ruse, things could escalate quickly.
Minutes later, I heard the sound of sirens approaching. The flashing lights reflected off the walls, signaling the arrival of help.
Relief washed over me as I realized that I had made it through the ordeal safely. The authorities would handle Xavier now, and I could finally put this terrifying experience behind me.
As the door burst open and the police rushed in, I dropped the vase and stepped forward, ready to provide them with the details of what had transpired.
They told me that they couldn't find anyone and gave me a fair warning.
@myluckymoon Hey, I did it but the story and your message got deleted because of my wifi so I have to remake it again from scratch it again, so tell me how you like the story.
Raphael x gn creator reader
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Raphael: *shoving people away, breaking cameras* Stay back! Get away from the Creator!
Simeon: *whispering to Luke* We need to do something. Raphael is getting too possessive.
Luke: I agree. Let's try to sneak Mc over to the Creator.
Raphael: *notices Mc approaching the Creator* No, they can't... I can't do anything.
Simeon: *to the Creator* We'll protect Mc. We care about them.
Creator: Well, that's good to hear. I know you have their best interests at heart.
Creator: *patting Luke's head* And don't think I forgot about you, Luke. Good job.
Raphael: *furious* Why is everyone getting attention except me?
Barbatos: *approaching Raphael* Don't worry, Raphael. Your time will come after the festival.
Raphael: *confused and worried* What do you mean?
Mc: *chatting with the Creator, unaware of the demon brothers listening*
Creator: So, how have the brothers been treating you?
Brothers: *listening intently*
Mc: I'm doing fine, but I've been through some dangerous situations. I almost died.
Creator: *forced smile* Oh... I see.
Creator: *looking at Simeon and the demon brothers* I might have a chat with Diavolo and Barbatos after the festival.
Creator: *giving Mc a device* Here, take this. It's a teleportation device. Blue button for the Celestial realm, red for DevilDom.
Mc: *noticing the 'S' on the device* What's the 'S' for?
Creator: Oh, that belonged to Solomon. I took it away after he caused some trouble in the Celestial realm.
Solomon: *chuckles* Yeah, my bad. It won't happen again.
Creator: This device is for humans, not demons.
Raphael: *standing between the Creator and Solomon* Back off, Solomon. It won't work on you.
Creator: *laughing* Raphael, thank you for sticking by my side during the festival.
Raphael: *blushing* My grace, what's so funny?
Creator: *smiling kindly* I appreciate your dedication. Mc told me how helpful you've been.
Creator: I want to show my appreciation to you.
Raphael: *happiness evident* Thank you, my Creator.
Creator: *leaning in for a kiss*
Raphael: *surprised but pleased*
Creator: Bye, Raphael.
Raphael stood there in shock, his lips tingling from the unexpected kiss from his creator. He watched as you walked away, a smile on his face as he couldn't believe what just happened.
Simeon and Luke approached him, grinning from ear to ear as they saw the happiness on Raphael's face.
"Well, looks like someone had a good time at the festival," Luke teased, nudging Raphael playfully.
Raphael blushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I-I guess so," he stammered, still in disbelief over what had just happened.
As they walked back to the House of Lamentation, Raphael couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and the kind words from his creator. Maybe taking a break and enjoying the festival wasn't such a bad idea after all.
And as he lay in bed that night, a smile on his face, Raphael couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events and the special moment he shared with his creator.
Umm, you can request anything you like, like some TV shows or anime shows, anything you like about.
But if you gonna make a request you gonna have to give me details on what story you want and trust me on this I suck at making NSWF if you want something like that, I would try my best.
You can request a female reader, a male reader, or a GN reader. Lately, I have been posting GN readers and I may need to know who the character is and what they like, what is their personality.
If you are wondering I can draw I can't but love to edit some photos I get from Pinterest and these photos I'm using are not mine. ☺️
As I went about my day, working on papers and attending to my usual tasks, something felt off. Every time Luke walked into my office, a strange familiarity washed over me. He bore a resemblance to my past lover, and there was a hint of myself in his features as well.
As I continued my work, the nagging thought of our possible relationship lingered in my mind. Should I conduct a DNA test to determine if Luke and I were related? The idea consumed me, and I decided to act on it.
In a fit of desperation, I stood up and grabbed a pen, driving it into my hand to draw out a drop of my golden blood. I collected it in a bowl and proceeded to do the same with Luke's blood. Staring intently at the mixture, I hoped for a sign.
The bowl remained devoid of any shine, dashing my hopes momentarily. But then, a sudden bright glow emanated from the bowl, and realization struck me like lightning.
"... Luke is my child."
Discovering that Luke was indeed my lover's child left me in disbelief. Tears welled up in my eyes, and small stars cascaded down my cheeks. I swiftly left my office, determined to find Luke at The Royal Academy. I entrusted Adam with the responsibility of managing everything in my absence.
"Adam, I'm heading down to The Royal Academy to find Luke. You're in charge here, understand?" I shouted, freezing all the angels in their places. Intrigued, they bombarded me with questions.
The angels followed me until we reached the golden gates. As the gates swung open, they stood still, watching me descend into the devildom. The sight of a human visiting their realm shocked the demons, witches, and reapers, but I paid no heed to their surprise.
It had been a while since I last visited, mainly because of the brothers. I continued walking, ignoring everyone who bowed in reverence. My sole focus was reaching The Royal Academy.
As I walked down the hallway, I noticed numerous young demons, witches, and reapers staring at me in awe. Some even attempted to capture the moment by taking photos. However, their pictures turned out blurry, with a blinding light obscuring their screens, rendering them temporarily blinded. Unperturbed, I kept walking until my eyes caught sight of Levi.
Levi's face turned bright red as he stared at me in shock.
"Your grace..." he stammered, his eyes wide with a mix of astonishment and happiness. It was as if he couldn't believe his luck, thinking he was trapped in a simulation or a game. He pinched himself to confirm that it was indeed reality, missing my gaze that he had yearned for so long.
Ignoring Levi's presence, I continued my search, with Levi now following me like he used to. His intense longing for me made it clear that he would never let me go, both in the past and in the present.
As I pressed on, I encountered two demon brothers, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Their astonishment knew no bounds.
Beelzebub's face lit up with joy; it had been so long since he had felt this way. He couldn't stop smiling, his eyes taking on a crazed look, much like Levi's earlier blush.
Belphegor rubbed his eyes, half-convinced he was dreaming. However, the reality sank in, and he froze on the spot. His innate desire was to run up to me and indulge in endless cuddles, as his pillow tightly clutched against his body hinted at his excitement.
I stared at both demon brothers and Levi, who had just caught up and accidentally bumped into me with his face. I observed them for a brief moment, making Beelzebub and Belphegor blush even deeper.
Levi stood awkwardly, attempting to wrap his arms around my wrist to feel my touch again. However, I swiftly moved away, walking up to the demon brothers. Placing my hands on Belphegor's shoulders, I gently pushed him aside, creating space for myself to pass.
Belphegor's heart swelled with happiness as my touch lingered on his shoulder. He could hardly contain himself, yearning for more cuddles with me. Meanwhile, Beelzebub noticed Belphegor's excitement and held him back, preventing him from leaping toward me.
As I continued my journey, I crossed in the hallway with Satan and Asmodeus. Satan dropped his book in shock, while Asmodeus radiated an overwhelming sense of lust. His eyes transformed into heart shapes, brimming with desire. Asmodeus had missed me immensely and longed to cling to me like he used to.
Satan, on the other hand, felt an intense rush of love for me. All his anger dissipated, and he became completely obsessed with me once again, reminiscent of our first moments together.
I kept a safe distance from both Satan and Asmodeus, not wanting to encourage their obsessions. Instead, I continued my search for Luke, who I knew was waiting for me somewhere within The Royal Academy.
Finally, I reached the grand auditorium, where the students gathered for their classes. The moment I entered, the room fell into a stunned silence. Every gaze was fixed upon me, even the instructors paused their lectures, captivated by my presence.
And there, standing at the back of the room, was Luke. His eyes widened as he saw me, a mixture of surprise and confusion crossing his face. I made my way through the rows of students, ignoring the whispers and gasps that filled the air.
When I finally reached Luke, he spoke, his voice filled with uncertainty. "Your grace!! What are you doing here? "
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Luke, I believe I am your (mother/father/parent,)" I said, my voice trembling slightly.
Luke's eyes widened further, and he stared at me in disbelief. "My (mother/father?)" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," I replied, tears welling up in my eyes with small stars. "I had a relationship with (your mom/dad/lover) in the past, and now... now I believe you are my son."
I hesitated for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "I didn't know... I only recently discovered the truth. And I couldn't believe you my child after so long." my voice choked with emotion.
You smile again and begin to cry with small stars coming out, you hug him so tight and even kiss his cheeks. This shocked Luke, he enjoys getting this much attention from you and this feeling of love and warmth.
Simeon and Raphael stood in shock while watching this they didn't know what to do seeing you showing your love and warmth too not Luke they felt so dark, they wanted what Luke was getting the love.
They eyes darkly staring at Luke with envy as you pick him up and spin around and throw him up and down caring for him like a baby.
"... You look just like my darling." when you said that part Luke paused as he looked confused about what you said.
"Aww Luke, your my child," you told Luke. Simeon and Raphael's experiences changed into stunned moments.
Luke couldn't believe it he was so happy as he clung to you wrapping his arms around your neck.
As Lucifer and the demon brothers, along with Diavolo and Barbatos, watched the scene unfold, they felt they should this and your attention.
You still hold Luke you begin to wonder if you need help because it is a child that needs two parental figures.
"My grace, I could help with Luke because I have been with him since he got here."
Simeon spoke up, Simeon saw his dear creator's experience so maybe if Simeon could help you maybe he could finally have you that no one can.
"Your grace I will help you too, not with Simeon doing all the work," Raphael said giving a small smile. Simeon looks at Raphael mad.
Solomon and Thirteen saw the creator and Luke clinging on to the creator.
"Huh, is someone gonna tell me why is Luke holding my love-. I mean holding his grace." Solomon spoke along with thirteen.
Raphael tells them and they both are shocked about this news.
"So you telling me that Luke is the creator son!?" thirteen said shocked alongside Solomon.
"Yeah, Luke is pretty lucky to have this," Simeon said of jealousy. As Raphael watched as well Raphael, Simeon, the demon brothers Diavolo and Barbatos, and Solomon, Thirteen all wanted the Creator's love.
i request the creator reader to obey me reaction How will they react when they find out Luke is the biological son of the creator from the human lover that Asmodeus killed
Okay I do that just hold on for while I need to edit a photo of Luke and other photo and begin to write this amazing idea of yours. 😁
But right now I need to go to bed because I have things to do and I don't want to be in trouble.
With the newest post of Monster x gn! Reader, what does the “I’ll see how far you come on good behavior” part mean?
The monster periodically inspects the town. If it discovers that the town has remained unchanged since killing the reader, it will kill everyone once more. However, if the monster finds that the town is behaving well, it will spare them and allow them to continue their good work.
The spared children must grow up to ensure the town's future. Unbeknownst to the people, the police chief has launched advertising campaigns to retain residents, unaware of the hidden monster.
I Hope that help.
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