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twiceasfrustrating · 11 months

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A Difference of Opinion 2

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Main Character/Reader, Barbatos, Diavolo

Additional Tags: Yandere, Conniving, formally sick burns all around, antagonistic tension, non-consensual kissing

Summary: The only thing that matters to you is that Diavolo thinks of you as an equal. You may not entirely understand the politics of the Devildom, but you know you would be good for him and his ideals if given the chance. Diavolo’s attendant, however, silently disagrees and always finds a way to let Diavolo know.

A/N: One of the enablers won. They basically poked me until this came out. Only a year and a half later.

Word Count: 3919

Diavolo invited you to tea. Just you! Not Lucifer or Solomon or Simeon. Only you! He wanted you enough to ask to see you alone. You were positively delighted as you knocked at the front door of the palace, waiting to be let in. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the pleasure of being greeted by Diavolo as you had wished.

Instead, Barbatos glared at you for only a split moment as he opened the door, eyes burrowing so deep that it seemed he was trying to pierce straight through your eyes and into your brain. Just as quickly, as if he suddenly remembered that he was supposed to greet visitors in his master's stead, he corrected his expression to a painfully formal one. Disappointing. You were hoping to watch him lose his composure a little longer so you could mock his unprofessionalism.

"Welcome," he said with barely restrained contempt. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" The unstated wish for you to remove yourself from the premises hung heavy in the air.

Unfortunately for him, you didn't care what he wanted. "Diavolo invited me. Didn't he tell you?"

"Ah, yes," he smirked, "he did tell me to expect a guest, but from the way he spoke I thought it would be someone important. That was my mistake."

Oh how you wanted to ring his neck. "Are you claiming that Diavolo's precious exchange program isn't important? He would be so heartbroken to hear that."

"Please refrain from spreading falsehoods like that. Such baseless rumors would be the true detriment to his morale." He opened the door wide, motioning for you to step forward. "Lord Diavolo is in the drawing room. You may see yourself there."

“Oh? You won’t see me there? And here I thought you prided yourself on being Diavolo's loyal dog – I mean, his beloved butler.”

“Please,” he tried and failed to hide the annoyance in his voice, “we both know I have better things to do with my time than walk you down the hall like an infant. But if that’s what you wish, I would not deny any guest of the Young Master’s hospitality. I would hate to think that even the most unworthy failed to see the extent of his generosity.”

“No thank you,” you said as you stepped inside to let him close the door at last. “I think I’ll be able to find my way there without the assistance of a nanny.”

“That is wonderful to hear, because we do not have one.” He bowed to you, but it was clearly in jest; not low enough to show respect, his head still turned up so his eyes stayed locked with yours, and he was too quick to stand back up and walk away before you could take your first steps.

It must have been destroying him inside to know Diavolo cared about you enough to invite only you to a private tea with him. The poor butler probably had to realize by now that he would never be able to compete with you, the personification of all of Diavolo's ideals.

It was fun to watch him try though.

You knew the royal palace more intimately than the back of your own hand at this point. Every turn and corridor held a story you could recount with exceptional detail and elegance. That painting on the wall was the one you first asked Diavolo about when you couldn't think how to start a conversation. That wooden podium was the same one you'd stubbed your toe on and Diavolo had worried about you so much that he carried you to your destination. Around that corner was the room where you'd listened to him quietly humming to himself from just outside the door before Barbatos had found you and ruined your private moment of peace. Further down the corridor was where Barbatos had unceremoniously dragged Diavolo after you'd attempted to rescue him from the endless pile of paperwork and forms that kept him away from you.

The drawing room wasn’t far into the palace, but each step reminded you of another precious memory you secretly shared with Diavolo inside of your heart. Everything he did was simply too wonderful to neglect or forget. Soon, you wondered if your heart may just explode from trying to keep them all contained, and, if it did, would Diavolo help you pick up the pieces? You would die of embarrassment if he saw everything inside of you displayed and laid out so shamelessly, so vulgarly.

The thought made your face run hot and you had to take a moment to temper yourself as you finally reached the entrance to the drawing room. In front of Diavolo, you would do him no less than proud. You would be his perfect human through and through because that was what he deserved.

Taking one final breath to calm your frayed nerves, you finally opened the massive, ornate doors in front of you.

And nearly burst a blood vessel as you saw that Barbatos had beat you back to Diavolo’s side.

Despite the unwelcome sight, you kept your face cheerful by focusing on the sight of Diavolo already seated and wafting the aroma of his tea upward to enjoy the fragrant scent that flooded the room.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said as you let the doors close behind you and walked toward him.

His face lit up even brighter than before as you walked closer. “No. You’re never late!”

“Actually, My Lord,” Barbatos interrupted, “they were supposed to be here nearly two minutes ago.”

Pedantic as always.

“What’s two minutes between friends?”

Bless Diavolo’s pure heart.

You took your seat at the table and smiled pleasantly at Barbatos as you dared him to pour you a cup of tea, as was expected. He did so with a polite smile expression on his face, but notably overfilled your cup so that it would spill slightly over the rim if you did not pick it up carefully.

For a moment, you genuinely considered letting the tea overflow onto your hand so Diavolo would fret over you, but that would also allow Barbatos the opportunity to critique your manners. It was better to behave immaculately in front of Diavolo.

You picked up your tea cup with a condescending smirk as subtle frustration crossed Barbatos face at your steady hand keeping the cup level.

“What were you two talking about?” you asked, knowing that they had been speaking of something or other before you opened the doors to the drawing room.

"Oh! Don't worry about it." Diavolo lifted his tea to his lips, seeming to avoid having to speak further about it.

"Do not be so humble, My Lord," Barbatos cut in. "You've managed to finally convince one of the oldest noble families in the Devildom to hear out your vision for the future. Such things should be applauded. Your goal is closer than ever before."

"You flatter me," Diavolo chuckled as he set down his cup. "But I am glad."

You set down your tea, using your pinky to cushion the bottom of the cup so it didn’t clink against the wooden table as you had been begrudgingly instructed some time ago by Lucifer and Barbatos when they were teaching you the basics of high class manners. Thank goodness they had too, otherwise you may have slammed the porcelain cup against the table and shattered it in the process.

"I'm sorry," you said with a smile to try and appear more affable. "I don't think I quite understand the good news."

After all, the only thing you heard was that some haughty demon too big for their breeches had made a move on your prince.

"Oh!" Diavolo's face practically glowed as he began to speak. "The House of Lords and I have never quite seen," he paused, searching for the right words, "eye-to-eye on our relationship to the Human and Celestial Realms. They've had issues with my plan from the very beginning and having that kind of strife between me and them has been… difficult.

"But," he beamed, "the House of Abaddon has finally agreed to meet with me to discuss our future diplomacy with them."

"Having their support is a great boon, since they are one of the oldest noble families." Barbatos did not smirk outwardly, but you could hear it in his voice as he silently berated you for your lack of Devildom political structures. "They command a great deal of respect and power among the others."

You shot Barbatos a brief glare that seemed to leave him entirely unaffected.

What was more pressing now was recalling which demons belonged to the House of Abaddon. Considering they were a noble family, that meant they were most assuredly invited to Diavolo's balls and soirees, which meant you had surely seen them at some point since you often attended those same parties as the symbol of Diavolo's precious ideal future. The issue was that the demons from the House of Abaddon weren't coming to mind. Neither their demonic faces nor their human facades came to mind.

Who could they be?

"Young Master," Barbatos intruded in the conversation yet again, "I believe you have forgotten that they are from the human realm. They are not familiar with the noble families or their members."

Diavolo looked shocked for a moment before laughing boyishly and blushing so brilliantly that it made your heart skip a beat. "You're right, Barbatos. I should explain, shouldn't I?"

Oh, Barbatos was a sly fox.

He hadn't pointed out your confusion out of a sense of altruism. He had done it to highlight your ignorance. The divide between you as a human and Diavolo as the future king of the Devildom was now made apparent and seeing you as anything other than an outsider in this situation was now impossible. There was now a fissure between where you and Diavolo stood.

A fissure that only grew wider as Diavolo began to speak.

"The new head of the House of Abaddon took over only a few years ago. He's been stabilizing the family since the last head died unexpectedly." No doubt due to outside influences. "I believe you met him once before. His name is Apollyon."

That name sent an icy cold trickle down your spine because you had indeed met Apollyon. He was a handsome demon with thrice spiraled, corkscrew horns and black-scaled wings that he often kept folded back. He also had an eye that somehow reminded you of that brief moment of panic you had when you found yourself falling up the stairs after missing a step.

"Now that you say the name, I do recall meeting him."

He was one of the leeches that had been clinging to Diavolo lately. Whenever he looked at you, his one good eye was always twinkling with contempt for your presence because you didn't pretend to be swept up in his false charisma. Unlike Diavolo who was so easily taken with even the lowest of scum if they smiled at him and showed even the most vague of interests in his ideals. Despite his ability to tell when someone was lying, Diavolo seemed to overlook all fibs and falsehoods when it came to advancing his planned future.

"I wasn't aware that he was a friend of yours."

"Well," he held the word for a beat too long, "we've known each other for a long time."

Ah! So not a friend. He would be more appropriately described as a potential business colleague. Somehow, that was more frustrating. In order to turn Diavolo’s attention away from a demon that promised to advance his grand plans, you would have to break his innocent heart. Doing something to harm Diavolo like that was outside of your comfort zone. You would have to get creative with sabotaging his efforts.

Every plan you could think of ended poorly though. Either you failed to convince Diavolo, or he overlooked Apollyon’s antics for the sake of furthering his goals, or you ruined your own relationship with him. When you were up against Diavolo’s ultimate plan, you would never succeed. It was that drive that made you love Diavolo, but it also frustrated you to no end.

You set your cup back onto the table and stood from your seat.

“I apologize, but I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back soon.”

Diavolo’s eyes squinted for a moment before he opened and closed his mouth.

“I understand.”

You excused yourself, going into the hall and walking toward the bathroom so you have privacy to think through your next move, but failed to make it there. Instead, you broke down in the hallway out of frustration. Tears started to slowly run down your cheeks as you tried to formulate any kind of plan that would free him from whatever hold this lying demon had on him. No matter what you thought of, though, you couldn’t separate Diavolo from him so long as promised what Diavolo most wanted; the future. And if you tried to push the issue, you would be the one who was pushed away. Not gotten rid of, but you would damage your relationship beyond repair.

The tears only fell faster as you tried not to scream.

How could you show Diavolo that Apollyon was manipulating him just to say he had the future king as an ally?

You felt so lost and hopeless as you stood there.

That was until a voice like nails scraping against your eardrums broke you out of your planning.

“You seem to forget that lying to the Young Master is not an option.”

You knew that voice. Of everyone that had to see you like this, it just had to be him. He was probably loving the sight of you broken down so hopelessly, wiping fat streams of tears out of your eyes with the palms of your hands.

Well screw him!

"Are you already letting your terrible butler facade slip? It's rude to stand around and watch someone cry."

"Do not flatter yourself in thinking I care about what state you happen to presently be in." Barbatos reached into his pocket for a black handkerchief which he held out to you with only two fingers. "Lord Diavolo is kind enough to worry about his guests, but often needs a reminder that he does not have time to waste on their emotional outbursts. Clean yourself up and return to him at once so you stop causing him distress.”

You sneered at him, no longer attempting to play at being civil with him. "They're using him. You see that, don't you? How can you pretend it's not obvious?"

These demons didn't respect Diavolo. Every single one of them saw him as nothing more than a naive pawn in their political games; a piece they called king but that they all danced around as they took the entire board for themselves. He was too kind to see how thoroughly they were trying to use him.

"Unlike you," he spit the word out with so much bile that you thought it would erode the very air around him as he folded his handkerchief up again and returned it to its proper place, "I have faith in my lord. If he believes the next step to achieving his vision is to align himself with the nobility, then I will support him."

"Then you'd watch him be torn apart by wolves hungry to take whatever bits of his flesh they can in their pursuit of power."

"I understand that it's not my place to question his choices."

"Oh right," you laughed dryly. "I almost forgot that Diavolo sees you as nothing more than a serv-"

You couldn't finish the statement as your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. Barbatos had your wrists pinned above your head, gripping them tight enough to bruise. His eyes flickered and glowed an eerie, iridescent green as he glared down at you. His gaze danced with loathing and spite at your mere existence. His horns were already protruding from his head, proving that he had lost his calm.

"With all due respect," meaning none, "Shut. Your. Mouth." He accentuated each word, practically spitting in your face, and fangs gleaming in the light as he opened his mouth.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your throat went dry. For once, he actually looked like the demon he was rather than the butler he played at. Still, you refused to show him even the slightest ounce of fear.

"What? Are you going to finally tear my throat out? Poor Diavolo, having his exchange program ruined by someone he trusts. I suppose it's fitting since every other demon around him is a liar too."

"I would never dare to ruin Lord Diavolo's precious program, especially when he's making such great progress." He lowered his head, stopping when his face was only a hair's breadth from yours. "You, however, could stand to improve your manners."

"You mean like this? Get be-"

Again, he quickly silenced you. This time though it was by pressing his mouth against yours, teeth clashing together as he swallowed down your shock. His tongue slipped by the flurry of gnashing teeth as he silently tried to establish his dominance in this exchange, so you bit down with all of your might to punish him for thinking so little of you.

He pulled away not because it hurt but because he refused to let you get away with that. His own fangs harshly teased at your bottom lip, sinking in until you felt them break the skin and the faint taste of iron filled your mouth.

"You-"

No other words managed to leave your mouth as he grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing until your mouth was forced open so he could shove his tongue down your throat again. A deep growl that originated from his chest rumbled all the way through you as he licked the inside of your mouth and sucked at the blood running from the wound he'd given you.

When he finally pulled away, you turned your head to the side and spit out a glob of red just to get his saliva out of your mouth.

"Disgusting." It was the only word to describe him and what he'd just done.

"Spitting is an awful, dirty habit," he chastised with harsh, hazy eyes glaring at you as if he hadn't just had his tongue and, therefore, spit in your mouth.

"Then you better clean it up, Mr. Belvedere."

Again, always mocking him for his role like a spoiled child. It was as if you seemed to assume so assuredly he could never break away from.

"Again, I ask that you kindly shut your mouth." This time, the words sounded sweet, but you could hear the poison dripping from them despite his best efforts.

More so than usual, however, you weren't in the mood to play around with him. Your lips curled up at one side and, with a devilish smirk, you asked, "What would Diavolo think if he knew you were harassing his exchange student?"

What was disquieting was the smile he gave in return. "He'd think you were so very weak and small and in need of protection. Someone that could never stand at his side."

You could feel the deep frown that carved itself across your face as he let you go and stepped back.

His usual distantly polite smile dawned his face yet again as his appearance reverted to his more human facade. "Do feel free to tell him everything that happened here. I will acknowledge my wrong doings against Lord Diavolo's precious, delicate exchange student without hesitation."

He really was infuriating.

Without even sparing him a glance, you wiped the back of your arm against your mouth and stepped around him. As you walked and he followed at a respectable distance behind, you brushed away whatever frustrated tears were left and held your head high.

“Did you really have to resort to putting your revolting lips on me?”

Barbatos walked calmly beside you, as if nothing had happened. “Did it upset you?”

“Immensely.”

“Then yes. It was a requirement. Plus, my hands were full.”

You scoffed. “You really should switch professions. There is nothing about you that seems pleased to serve others.”

“Others? No. Lord Diavolo? Most certainly.”

And someday, you would find a way to ruin their relationship as well. After all, the only person Diavolo needed was you. You could find a way to make his dreams come true without a single other person interfering.

For now, however, you would have to tolerate his liar of a butler.

When the two of you reached the drawing room again, you had both reverted back to fake smiles and formal niceties. He even had the decency to pretend he was joyed to open the door for you and let you back inside.You had the common sense to thank him, despite wanting to spit at him, as you walked inside and returned to your seat with Diavolo.

He looked at you with a face full of concern. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I was overwhelmed by everything you were talking about,” a tactical half-truth so he hopefully wouldn’t see through you, “so I left to get a little space and calm myself down. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

You reached for your tea, finding it had cooled in the interim and smirking internally as you held it toward Barbatos.

“Sorry to bother, but it seems I need a new cup of tea.”

Barbatos smiled politely at you, but you could feel every ounce of anger pointed your way. He poured you a cup without complaint though, so you would forgive him this once.

Now, it was time to establish your position in Diavolo’s life. Rather than focusing on ruining how he saw others, you realized that you had to strengthen your own. Or, better yet, you could accomplish both goals at once.

"Diavolo," you smiled as you picked up your fresh cup of tea, "would you mind if I joined your meeting with Apollyon?"

Both Diavolo and, more importantly, Barbatos looked at you in shock.

"Why would you want to do that?" Diavolo asked.

"When I took my time to process everything, I had a thought. I think it would be good for me to go as an exemplar of the merits of cultural exchange between the realms. It's easier to envision the future when you can see where it leads, after all."

Barbatos frowned, but Diavolo smiled so widely that you could see all of his teeth.

"That's an excellent idea! You should definitely come with me! It'll be exciting for you to see more of the Devildom!"

"I'm looking forward to it," you said as you placed the cup to your lips and took a sip. Now it was time to switch the conversation topic to something other than work and politics. “Oh, did you know that they opened a new charms and curses warehouse in the strip?”It was simple: if the divide between you and Diavolo was about being king of the demons and a random human, then you had to remind him that you weren't a regular human; you were the human he chose. As long as Diavolo never forgot that fact, you could keep the fissure named Barbatos from creating a rift that would tear you apart from your beloved prince.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me main character #yandere chronicles #mine

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xyoonx · 2 months

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Hahahah........ Guys, what the hell.

@misto713 you were onto smth with that Cael and PL emotions fic.

#like... Luminary yandere and Cael feeling at unease with MC because he finally let out his feelings for her and then MC had to reassure him #that everything 's alright when it's usually him. he is slowly turning to his feelings #and here this luminabitch and Kale are fighting over a woman. doing war crimes for a woman. guys.....#yoon lost their shit #lovebrush chronicles

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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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Idea / Request for Edmund Pevise where he sided with Janus (who is like actually working WITH him and won’t betray him) being in love with a darling who is on the side of his siblings

The White Hope

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! King Edmund Pevensie! X f!Reader

Summary: Fifteen years had passed since the siblings found Narnia, but Jadis's reign continues. No, it is not Jadis's anymore. The reign of Edmund, The White King. And he takes a special, twisted interest in you.

Warnings: Yandere, dark, kidnapping, manipulation, obsession, possession, depression, trauma, past abuse, minor deaths, dub-con touches, implied future non-con, implied emotional abuse, implied future violence, enjoying/taking pleasure from emotional suffer/crying/power, grown-up characters, sorry if i missed anything

The White Witch's reign was not over. It had been fifteen years since the siblings came to Narnia. Everyone believed that the prophecy would come true, but one of the brothers had a coldness in his heart. Edmund became more angry, more distant and more withdrawn towards his siblings over time. It was not known who was to blame for this, but he thought that everyone had a share, including himself. There was also a share of his parents, whom he could no longer remember. He saw everyone as guilty, himself too.

The prophecy necessitated that all the siblings had to be together. But Edmund had chosen his own path once. At first he regretted it and wanted to return to them, but the White Witch had prevented him from leaving with her manipulations. He used Edmund and treated him like a slave. He was not a king, but a poor prisoner. But little did she know Edmund would one day rule her.

A king was always a king.

There was always a flame in Edmund's heart. It had grown over the years just to spite the freezing cold which became stronger every passing day. This flame wanted power, wanted revenge, and justice. Of course, his concept of justice was quite dubious. But he felt that he had the power to get what he wanted. As he got older, he became a strong man. Whatever the White Witch did to keep him naive and defenseless, it didn't work. The prophecy may not have come true, but it certainly gave birth to a darker prophecy.

No one knows how it had happened, but after ten years the White Witch had let him rule. She considered Edmund as her king and gived him all her authority. Though, she can't give him the right that he already had all along. The White Witch realized that she would never be able to rule completely, because this wasn't her destiny. She was not a daughter of Eve. But Edmund made her see the truth. The human siblings couldn't destroy her because Edmund wasn't with them. The White Witch couldn't destroy them because she wasn't the real ruler.

As Edmund sat quietly on his throne she thanked him with trembling admiration in her cruel heart. After all those years of cruelty, the King could have punished her if he wanted, but he didn't. He was also grateful to the Witch. Without her and her cruelty, he would not have become the person he was today. But he didn't share this with her.

He remembered the first time he sat on this throne as a child. The Witch had thrown him into her dungeon. And there she was now, kneeling before him, for five years.

Peter and his sisters had lost hope. They felt their chances of defeating the White Witch became impossible with Edmund's accession to the throne. He had declared himself the White King. It was wrong, it was dark. Something went wrong, but no one could figure out why. What would happen if there was no prophecy? The Great King Peter, who had no choice but to prepare for the unknown, worked nonstop. Five years. For exactly five years, he had been trying to end the cruel rule of his younger brother, whom he once believed to be grumpy but deep down inside well-intentioned. He didn't want to believe he was a bad person. He and Lucy were convinced that Edmund was a victim of a skilled manipulator. But Susan argued that he chose this path. He had had countless opportunities to return to them over the course of ten years, but he didn't take any step. Lucy was the only one who believed that Edmund was still a good person when he took the throne. But even she had started to think this was now a childish hope. Peter had finally realized his little brother had left them a long time ago.

And you, you were a dreamer trying to add ridiculous excitement to your ordinary life. You'd never been able to leave this spirit inside of you behind. They wanted to kill this side of you and cast you out for your whole life, but you never stopped dreaming. You wanted to explore a wardrobe in one of these hide-and-seek games you'd been playing with yourself. "I want to hide in this wonderful wardrobe and have the coats wrap me up!" Ha! You were a strange girl. There was probably a reason why this peculiarity of yours was accepted by Narnia. Because you found yourself in the snow.

The hospitable beavers who were talking had hurriedly invited you to their home. You were so scared when they told you that this wonderful world was not so wonderful anymore. You wanted to go back home, wished you'd give up your ridiculous games. But everything had a reason and a price. It couldn't be brought back.

They have taken you to the High King Peter. A daughter of Eve who came in Narnia fifteen years later must had had something to do with this war.

You had arrived after a trip full of delicious jams. A king and two queens who tried to defend their people and their land, but were betrayed by their brother Edmund. The dead flame of hope in their hearts began to burn again with your arrival. They were supposed to hide you from the White King. But Peter knew deep down that they were too late for that.

Edmund had heard of your arrival. He knew about a lot of things thanks to the White Witch. She protected him against all diseases and made him immortal. She gave him all the powers she could give. She turned Edmund, who was a king by birth, into an invincible king.

"Witch, give me your wand." Edmund said, without taking his eyes off the faun, who was trembling with fear. His eyes were on the ground, he did not dare to look at the White King. No one could, not even the White Witch.

Jadis bowed her head and held out both hands to present her wand. Edmund stood up, taking his time, and went down with slow steps. There was something in his eyes. Far from the old Edmund. He took the wand that Jadis held out. He spun it in his hand and hit the ground. The sound echoed powerfully on the soulless walls. The poor faun almost fainted on the spot.

He titled his head and said in a half-whisper, "Lost?"

"P-p-please h-h-"

Edmund turned the wand in a way that contrasted with his still form and pressed it against the faun's back. "Lost?"

"W-wait! Beavers! I believe t-they took her to... t-them."

If he had looked into Edmund's eyes before he turned to stone, he could have seen how "insane" he was. Out of his mind, empty, dark.

He gave the wand back to Jadis. He didn't speak. He didn't need to talk. The Witch could understand what was going through his mind. She could figure out what he wanted. There was an almost wordless but deep relationship between them. He thought the only person who understood him was the White Witch. After all, she raised him in some way.

He rested his hands behind his back and walked away in silence. Jadis knew what she had to do.

"How much time do we have?" you said when Peter gave you a dagger.

"Enough to get you out of here."

"I'm not running away."

Peter took a deep breath and looked out from the huge castle windows. Snow. There was snow everywhere. Could he end the freezing winter? It's been a month since they found you, but there hasn't been a single improvement. It was as if everything was getting worse. The winter was harsher, Narnia was more dangerous. A wild wind that signaled that the White King was looking for you and would find you eventually. But why didn't he come earlier? Why didn't he start a war to capture you earlier? It was as though the trees listened to everything and told him that the right time had come. Now that you were Peter's only hope, he couldn't lose you either. But there was more. One month was enough for him to realize that there was more. Maybe... one day, he thought.

He looked at you, holding your hands. "You're not running away. You're just hiding."

"It's the same thing!"

"You are a hope that has come to Narnia after a decade. It is my duty to protect you. And I have the final word."

There was a brief silence. "I see. Narnia needs me, so no harm should come to me."

You weren't looking at him anymore. Your eyes wandered over the ground and then over the beautiful, eerie snow. He thought how beautiful you looked. But sad. "Yes, Narnia needs you and I have to make sure that you are safe."

You turned your offended face to him. He put your one hand on his heart and the other hand on his face. You were so full of life and pure. Since the first time he saw you, his sisters have noticed that there was something changed in him. And it was their fun to make fun of it. But they were so happy for him. It was the first time they had seen their older brother so full of love in fifteen years of cruelty. He definitely became attached to you in a short time and had no intention of leaving you. He didn't know the extent of his attachment to you, all he knew was that his heart ached when he didn't see you even for a second. "But Narnia is not the only reason."

You felt your face got warm. To be honest, you've been waiting for this moment. He was a charming person. Brave, patient, caring, leader... Your mouth fell open while your eyes widened. Maybe... one day, you thought.

"He's here! We're too late!" Lucy shouted from the outside.

"You were wrong. Enough to confess." You said, smiling.

He caressed your hands and smiled. "Still enough."

Edmund; the oppressor, the ruthless, the fierce White King. Even if their High King was Peter, they were afraid of him. They couldn't ignore him or disrespect him by saying, "you're not our king." It was known that he made collections of them.

He had not seen his siblings for fifteen years. While he was a prisoner of the White Witch, he had a chance to escape and go back to them, but he didn't. He was afraid to change his mind. But on what? At that time, he didn't have the wish of becoming a king in his mind. There was a boy who just wanted to go home. A boy who missed his mother and hid from the war. But he could not ignore the growing darkness in his heart. He loved and embraced this darkness. He was afraid of losing this mysterious self he had if he returned to his siblings.

Was he nervous? Was he angry? Was he excited? He didn't know. His mind was pensive as he approached the sheltered castle. Was he happy to see them? He wasn't sure about that. He wanted to be happy, he wanted to feel something. Instead there was no life in his cruel heart.

He was sitting alone in his sleigh. He looked straight ahead. Neither to the right nor to the left. He had a white fur and cloak that could easily disappear among the snow. It did not belong to any living thing. It was a big, magical fur that his witch created especially for him. Every single garment and every single precious jewel of his was white. It was not just any ordinary white color. It was magical and ominous, cursed like snow. On his head was a crown of ice similar to that of the White Witch. But it was much larger and disproportionate. A crown that was almost as sharp as a knife and reflected his unstable inner world. The only thing that made him look distinctive in white was his natural hair and longing eyes.

Jadis was on another sleigh next to him. She was also dressed in white and had a sharp crown of ice on her head, but smaller than before. She had taken off her crown when Edmund became king, but he had let her keep it on condition that she would make it much more smaller, like a little insignificant accessory. She put the reason down to his generosity, but the main reason was that the White Witch, whom he knew and was used to, had that crown. He couldn't quite get rid of his past. His heart and mind had been damaged. It was hard to let go of the people and things he was used to. He had chosen to lose his family. At least now he could choose not to lose some things.

"The new hope of Narnia" he said, smiling vaguely.

Susan took Peter's hand. They were little, they were children. Now they had all become young adults. Young kings and queens. No one said anything, but what they were feeling and what was going through their minds was the same. After all those years... What was going to happen?

And here he was. The White King and his White Witch. Their big sleigh stopped side by side. There were only two of them. There was no army in sight. It was a frightening display of force. It meant that their younger brother had became so powerful that even the High King Peter the Magnificent could not afford to stand against him. To come without an army was to despise him. Since it was certain that he did not come there with the intention of peace, this was an insult.

Susan took her hand from Peter's and waited with one hand on her arrow. She was ready to stop Edmund, and maybe to stop him forever. As if she could. Peter couldn't foresee what he wanted to do, so he waited. His army was on standby for his order. An army against two "person". Peter knew that it would take more than a whole army for two person with these powers.

"Where is Lucy?" Edmund's voice wavered like a song in the maddening silence. The wind somehow perfectly conveyed to them his voice, which was impossible to hear at a distance. There was no need to shout, there was no need to get closer. There was no need for unnecessary family reunions. And they had no way of inviting him to their walls anyway. He was too unreliable for that.

"She preferred not to see you. Her heart is broken, you know. Because of you." he said it a little loudly, but there was no need for it. Edmund had sharp ears now, he heard Peter with ease.

"You betrayed us." Susan said. She thought her heart wouldn't soften when she saw him, but she couldn't take her eyes off his brother, who had become a young man, even for a moment. The cold air dried her tears quickly. She missed his little brother very much.

"I- I..." Edmund murmured. He frowned, looked confused but he wasn't really. He smiled slightly. "...really want to see Lucy."

"As I said earlier, she doesn't want to see you. What is the reason you come here after all those years?" Peter said, this time more quietly but confidently.

Edmund stared at the beautiful castle. His smile was more visible. "White... It's nice to see your warm home dressed in white. And do you like it, my brother? Do you like my beautiful cold gift? Does it fill my absence in your warm home?"

His calm and soft voice filled the ears of both of them. Something was wrong. There was an odd feeling inside them. They looked at each other for a moment.

"You could have filled your absence yourself." Peter said. "Why are you here?"

"To become a family again." He let out a small laugh.

"Stop it! Don't play with us!" Peter shouted.

Edmund took a deep breath and closed his eyes as the cold filled his lungs. Becoming a family again? Even his joke felt impossible. It felt like a bitter taste on his tongue. It sounded like a forbidden sentence. Becoming a family again? Even the thought of it was unbearable.

"Why these stupid questions that you already know the answers?" He let out a deep breath, making it sound like he was extremely bored.

Peter took out his sword. "Answer me!"

Edmund slowly opened his arms and showed around. His thin and long fingers were rather pale, but strong. "I came to find a new... hope."

Peter gulped. There was no trace of goodness on his brother's face. He seemed more full of evil than the White Witch. He wore a mask looking like compassionate, but he was cruel behind it. "There's no hope left for you."

Edmund raised his head and stared into the blinding whiteness. 'It's too late for me, isn't it, brother?' he thought.

"Tell Lucy that I really would like to see her. And tell her that... it wasn't her fault." He said. The smile on Edmund's face didn't go away. It wasn't an empty, numb smile, it was a smile of victory. "It was yours."

As their sleigh returned in the direction from which they had come, Peter put back his sword and looked at Susan. He didn't know what to think, he was confused about what to do. When did his little brother turn into such a dark and deceptive person?

"What did he mean?" Susan asked anxiously.

"I don't know."

Cold, icy, soulless. It's like these walls wanted to kill your soul. It's as if these chains have chained you to your terrible fate. The wait was painful, but was it sweeter than what was going to happen to you? The sculptures of poor Narnians with whom you shared the dungeon had agreed you.

The unnatural cold has forced you to sleep. You didn't know how long it had been when you woke up, but it had been long enough for your body to hurt from the hard ground.

"Oh, no!" You shivered when you heard the Witch's shout. She said the king wanted to stay alone. "Get out!"

The sweet comfort of painful waiting had come to an end at last.

The White King, tall and unnaturally pale-skinned, stood in front of your cell. You wondered if there was any trace left of that old brother Lucy told you about. You wondered how much he had changed. Lucy thought that why Edmund lied to Peter about seeing Narnia when they were a child was only because he was a bully. If she had known that Narnia would become what it was today, she would never have told her siblings about her secret world.

You looked desperately into his eyes. Imploringly. You never stopped looking into those firm eyes of his for a moment.

"The new hope of Narnia." He said. "Why do you look so hopeless?"

"I- I'm not h..." The longer you looked at him, the more hypnotized you felt. You shook your head and kept your eyes on the ground. There was something about him that attracted you in a scary way. "Peter will save me."

He tapped his ring rhythmically against the bars. "Peter... Why Peter?"

You didn't answer.

"Oh, I know."

You turned your head.

"Of course I know."

Would you end up like these beavers standing next to you?

"You've had time enough to take a fancy to my charming brother."

You looked at him when he opened the dungeon. His long white cloak and fur were touching the ground. They looked so warm. You wished you had one of them.

"Are you cold?" He asked, already knowing your answer.

You nodded. He released you from the chains and helped you to stand up. You couldn't help but tremble with fear. What was he trying to do?

He wrapped you inside his cloak and made you disappear next to his body. You leaned your head against him and put one hand on his chest. It was warm. So warm, perfect.

He led you out of the dungeon. After he sat on his throne, he placed you on his lap. You were warm and sleepy. You rested your head on his chest. The cloak and fur he wrapped around you made you feel incredibly peaceful.

This, this was not normal.

"Do you know what the best part is?" he talked to himself while you were on that strange line between sleep and wakefulness. "To imagine that my brother is devastated because he failed to protect you."

He rubbed your back. "Sometimes I close my eyes, sometimes I focus on a point. But what I do is the same. To imagine." He smiled, was lost in thought again. "He is now a desperate man whose loved one has been stolen from him. 'The magnificent king of Narnia', who lost hope, found hope and could not protect it."

He pulled you a little towards himself. He held your chin and turned your face to him. You were sleeping. Peaceful, beautiful and vulnerable. You were like the other innocent beauties he destroyed. He had never wanted to see a flower or a sparkle, he had destroyed them all. It shouldn't have been hard to kill you. As Peter had said, there was no longer any hope for him. Edmund had already killed his hope, with his own hands. Why would you be any different?

But you were. He took you to his quarters and put you in his bed, which kept you warm like his cloak. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked your hair softly. "I am cruel." He said. "Oh, my poor little hope. I am a very, very cruel monster."

He smiled and kept caressing your hair for a while. Poor sweet girl. Why did you even come to Narnia? Did you like little games like her sister Lucy? He imagined you in the hide-and-seek game they were playing. You ran laughing and followed Lucy. She wanted to get into Edmund's hiding place, but Edmund got annoyed as usual, telling her to find another place. So you grabbed Lucy's hand and ran to the room where the wardrobe was, saying this way. Yes, it could have been a nice memory.

Whatever the innocent reason, this could not change the fact that you were trapped in the cold kingdom of The White King. You were going to spend every day, hoping, to get away from him, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

"I'm afraid I will break your heart and lock you in here." He whispered.

He gently tucked your hair behind your ear. Looked at your beautiful skin. "I will chain you up and never let you go."

He stroked your cheek. "I will make Peter suffer only to see the despair in your eyes." He held his breath when he imagined the tears streaming from your eyes and pleading sobs escaping from your trembling lips. He had really turned into a very twisted person, and he had no complaints about it.

He leaned and rubbed his nose to your skin, inhaling your smell. "I will make him watch how I own you to see the desperation in Peter's eyes." He liked that thought. It was something that thrilled him very much to show Peter his strength and leave him helpless. The idea of seeing his own brother miserable, leaving him no choice but to beg because there is nothing he could do was perfect.

"But don't you scared, my beautiful hope. I wouldn't harm a single hair on your head."

"Lucy?!"

Peter and Susan spent hours searching for their little sister Lucy and you. Their plan was to bring you back when Edmund left. Lucy was supposed to take you to a safe place just for a while.

"I'm here!"

"Lucy!" She was tied to a tree, sitting.

"Are you okay?" Peter rescued her and helped her to stand up. Everyone who was supposed to protect the girls had been killed.

"I'm okay but..." Lucy cried, hugging Peter. "I'm so sorry."

Peter felt bad enough already. For hours, he couldn't even take a sip of water out of concern for Lucy's safety and yours. He found one of his loved ones, but what happened to the other?

He hugged her tighter. And it was all his fault.

He caressed Lucy's hair. "It wasn't your fault." He whispered.

In the weeks and months that followed, Peter didn't stop trying to find you. Narnia had lost hope once again. Peter had once again lost a person he loved. It hurt him even more that his own brother was the one who put him through this pain. But that was just the beginning. Edmund, The White King, now had a wife. The White Hope.

#dark edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie #yandere edmund pevensie #king edmund the just #just king of narnia #king edmund pevensie #the white witch #yandere edmund pevensie x reader #dark edmund pevensie x reader #dark narnia #yandere narnia #edmund pevensie x reader #narnia x reader #peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #x naive reader #x kidnapped reader #narnia #the white hope

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kanzuus · 4 months

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Ñam ñam, Doodles

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explorevenus · 10 months

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Yan!Leon knocked me up, and for the baby he bought a bunck of djungelskog bears, and said it was because ''i want our baby to grow up sorrounded by stupid lookin bears'' AND THEY DO BE STUPID

NO WAY STOP I LOVE THIS

DJUNGELSKOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#goddess on the mountain top #yandere!leon kennedy #the ai leon chronicles

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xbalayage · 4 months

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——The GARDEN of EDEN

Yandere!Alkaid/Reader

The aura of innocence you gave off, the pureness in those eyes and your petite form as you waltz into my garden of secrets.

I tended to the flowers that were held captive under my trained, delicate hands as I let you leave, my gaze followed your absence because I knew from the look in your eyes and from your lack of knowledge, you'd return to me; back into my cage of flourishing life.

I knew then, I must make you mine.

And, as it typically goes, even though you were warned by the man you came with, my hospitality and kind demeanor brings your curiosity right back into my lair disguised as a luxurious mansion in the middle of the night for sanctuary.

Oh, you pretty flower you, don't worry.

Now passing the threshold of my home, my sweet words were the bait and now your wings were clipped to stay in the greenhouse. I'll water and take great care of you if only you submit fully to me and me only. The flowers in that room release a sleeping spell, numbing the mind of all fears and worries — you'll be mine completely, a full fledged flower in full bloom. You'll stay with me way past the countdowns end, right? Of course you will.

There's a reason I've been alone all this time and everyone vacates my abode. After all, it's because nobody leaves the garden of Eden.

#i wrote this on an impulse on my phone #lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #for all time #alkaid x reader #alkaid #eden alkaid #fics.#my fics.#yandere!alkaid x reader

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yoonrambles · 4 months

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I may be dumb but... Yandere much, Alkaid? 🥱

#lovebrush chronicles #alkaid mcgrath #lovebrush chronicles alkaid #yandere lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles yandere #yandere x reader #lovebrush chronicles eden #yandere #‎ ‎ ‎ ✎‎ ‎ ‎ | yoon's reveries

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maehemthemisfit · 10 months

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Mae since Mikey keeps on gatekeeping you from Sanzu everytime yall stay in a hotel, do you think that it's possible that he's going to make a powerpoint presentation and the main point is to persuade Mikey to let you share the room with him.

Imagine the Haitanis looking at him like 🤨 because he's typing away on his laptop instead of popping pills and they asked him what is he doing and sees his powerpoint presentation 💀

By the way Mikey said no despite all the effort.☂️

RAN IS GONNA CLOWN TF OUTTA HIM.

I feel like Sanzu would pull this up at the end of an important meeting and everyone just deadpans. At one point it seems like Mikey's agreeing with him, nodding along to Sanzu's hypotheticals and not-so-valid points he made in his presentation and Sanzu gets his hopes up so he's like "does this mean [name] gets to stay in my room??" and mikey's like "oh, no." and just moves along.

sanzu fr

꒰⚘݄꒱₊YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ

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twiceasfrustrating · 2 years

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hi can i please request

23. "Sorry for the restraints. Are they hurting you? I can take them off if only you don't try to run away again."

with yandere lucifer ? tysm 🖤

Contents: Lucifer, imprisonment, GN!MC, yandere, broken spirit

Lucifer ran his fingers over the cool metal wrapping around your wrists that kept your arms uncomfortably positioned above your head, frowning slightly at the dried blood and old wounds that had been opened anew just underneath. It seems he had shackled them too tightly. Poor thing. It must have hurt.

"I apologize for the restraints. Are they hurting you?"

You were barely responsive as he stood over you, blocking the light that flooded in from the door he'd left open just behind him. The only reason he even knew you were still alive was because of the ragged wheezing coming from between your cracked lips. Did you even realize he was speaking to you?

"I can take them off only if you don't try to run away again."

You still didn't respond.

He wondered if your mind was even here anymore. Humans were very delicate with sensitive spirits that shattered so easily. They were prone to wandering away from their bodies when left alone for too long. Perhaps yours had gone somewhere far away to escape what your body could not.

Mayhaps he'd gone too far, but you deserved this. After that last stunt of yours was beyond foolish. Didn't you know he only kept you here out of concern? How could you worry him so much by trying to go out without him? No, not simply go out. You had been trying to flee, he was sure of it. He knew it. Now part of you had done it again.

He would have thought you'd learn by now that escape was futile, but it seemed not. It seemed he would have to drag your spirit back to him screaming and wailing if that's what it took.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #yandere chronicles #obey me fanfic #mine #dark fic

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dualityvn · 1 year

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"Why you littl-"

Chases him around the house before finally cornering him, bodies almost touching as my gloved hand grabs a hold of his shirt.

"Got you, now. Think of escaping and I'll straddle you if I have to. Now about that cute comment you made, I was going to let it slide until the last part. But I can't say no to a request like that, right?"

Loosens the tie around my neck with my other hand.

"Though, I'm just more tempted to simply gag you at this point. That way I wouldn't have to hear your cute laughter anymore or your little teasing comments, dearest.

So, how about you be a good boy and stay still for me? If you're good, I'll even think about giving you a small kiss."

"Really?! You will?? I-I'll be good! I'll do whatever you say!" - Keith

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel #duality keith #art response #tsundere chronicles

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xyoonx · 3 months

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*shakes you* yandere Cael… yandere… Cael… Cael yandere… (combusts)

Knight in Shining Armour

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 ! 𝙲𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Whilst traversing across Godheim, the Little Painter befell upon many problems. Many disputes left her poor mind tainted, and she was on the brink of collapsing – then, the person she opposed held out a helping hand.

Little painter opened her eyes and greeted a new, peaceful day as the soft streams of light seeping through the curtains hit her face. Letting out a soft grumble, she rubbed her eyes and sat upon the soft mattress of the bed, sliding the quilt off her side. Yet another day rolled by in her life – a continous and mundane circle she could barely escape from.

Her mornings usually proceeded with getting ready, going downstairs to have breakfast, greeting her guardian Cael’s familiar face– wait, speaking of Cael: she vaguely recalled seeing him in her dreams the previous night

Cael, and his magnificent commander-like attire glowing under the moonlight. He was taking her away from a group of powerful mages, who were trying to hunt her down, and Cael saved her – or so she thought. “Don't trust them,” Cael said. “I'll protect you.”

The painter girl snapped back to reality upon realising that it was only a dream. Cael was simply her guardian, appointed to take care of her and help her grow into a successful individual.

Not to mention, he was appointed by the little painter’s mother herself – therefore, Cael was someone trustable and suitable for the given role. She shouldn't be having such frivolous fantasies regarding him; they sound ridiculous, amd Cael wouldn't perhaps approve of them either.

Little painter only proceeded to brush it off with a shrug and went downstairs. Surprisingly enough, she only noticed Beanie on the couch – curled up and sleeping without a worry in the world with no Cael in sight. Little painter let out a sigh, walking towards the couch to at least find some company from her cat. If Cael was there, he would've greeted little painter followed with a slight scolding of how she woke up without even taking proper care of her hair and appearance – but that remained undone, at least, without his presence.

“Where could he be?” Little painter mumbled, slumping down near Beanie and running her hand through its soft fur. She did remember Cael saying he had important “business” to handle, but surely whatever task he had related to the academy wouldn't take this long.

“Oh, well…” A gentle smile came upon the painter’s lips when Beanie began to purr gently in its sleep. “I hope he's safe.”

***

The endless winter prevailed across the continent of Godheim, haunting each and every part like a cruel disaster – looting the land of its heartfelt vitality and vigor. Reports from the Magi Tower read that the numbers of Glacial Butterflies had increased, and so had the casualties as well. Numerous mages defected; the statistics of loyal soldiers plummeted in a night – and it was all because of the otherwordly Goddess. The Silver Knight had won; he took her away – rightfully snatched the Emperor’s bride away from right under their watch. Thus, the people knew they were doomed – Godheim would be no more than a blizzard, covered in cold, bone-shivering snow.

And Cael watched as the final futile attempt of a Daphnephoria ritual happened – where the people, who urged to live a life, struggled against their inevitable fate of doom; quite a sight to behold, honestly.

Cael watched them with a smirk; knowing that he was the one with an upper-hand. The land of Godheim would fall into despair – the inhabitants’ emotions eradicated and the land cleared off all sorts of threat against his mission. Their emotions harvested without mercy.

He also managed to protect his beloved little painter. Cael felt the edges of his mouth twitch upwards at the thought of her – for some reason, it seemed to him that, it didn't matter whether or not he lost or won his mission; he was happy, only because he took her away from their dirty hands.

Was that the right thing to do?

Of course, it was. They only wanted the painter dead; subdued for their own selfish desires, and Cael couldn't allow that. He only watched as the little painter befell upon many traps and burdens. She was either sacrificed, left to bleed on the bleak fields of snow, even brutally murdered, or even worse – and Cael could only watch, inspect the scene as his beloved one suffered, a pitiful scene to behold.

And, he finally was able to protect her, he managed to stir her away from giving away her precious life. Cael only smiled to himself as he witnessed the world around him slowly turn into a blur, and soon enough, static covered his surroundings – time and space manages to block his path; standing between him and the outcome he wished; perhaps fate didn't want that. Fate never worked in favour, it never did. The continent of Godheim would survive to see a happy ending, but not Cael. Perhaps he should try harder, or maybe in another parallel journey – where he'd continue to live on as the protector; the knight in shining armour for his beloved his little painter.

A/N: here you go, cressie, enjoy!! Sorry if it's a bit short and not to your liking. I kind of went on braindumping mode and just... Sadistic Cael ✨ /hj. Anyway, thank you for the request, love ya 🫶

#this feels like a brain dump honestly...#no beta read we die like those mages #lovebrush chronicles x reader #yandere lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles #cael anselm #cael x reader #yandere cael #‎ ‎ ‎ ✎‎ ‎ ‎ | yoon's projects ♡ ₊ ⊹

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