ℳirabelle

you're just like an angel 🪽

o(>ω<)o ℳirabelle !! he/him !! 9teen !! i mainly write oneshots n drabbles, n many of my stories contain yandere or nsfw themes !! unfortunately i will only write male characters n i dont write female reader :(

fndms ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ mha , hxh , jjk , baki hanma , kengan ashura , monster high , one punch man , kakeguri , blue exorcist , black butler , black clover , dc / marvel , oc's

masterlist | rules

your skin makes me cry 🎶

yandere!werewolf who nurses you back to health, hand-feeding you soup, making sure the fur pelts are always up to your chin, providing his own body heat with you.

yandere!werewolf who doesn't let you leave even though your fever has significantly gone down. if you went.. out there without him again, you'd surely die!

yandere!werewolf who treats you like he imprinted on you. he doesn't need anyone else. this imprint may not have happened, but he feels it.

yandere!werewolf who, on the full moon, finally reveals his true form. he's massive as a wolf, bigger than a bear, with paws bigger than the size of your face.

yandere!werewolf who chuffed at you, nuzzling you with his snout to prove he wasn't dangerous. he was proving he could protect you.

pairing : yandere!guardian angel | gn!reader

word count : 808

synopsis : after waking up in your unusually quiet apartment, ready to make coffee, you meet an unexpected acquaintance who claims he known you your whole life.

authors note : im liking soren so far! if you have any ideas on what pt.2 could be, lmk!

You awoke with a whine, a closed fist coming up to rub your eyes as you yawned. You lived alone in the big city, so the sound of beeping traffic outside usually awoke you. But this time, it didn’t. You had rested well and finally sat up. Then you noticed the fridge wasn’t making the humming noise it usually did for hours on end; instead, there was pure silence in the little apartment you had. It was as if the entire world had paused for you, leaving you alone in your small bedroom.

With a huff, you finally stood, throwing the quilt lazily over the rest of the mattress. You told yourself you were making the bed- you were not. Your eyes were still half-lidded as you flicked the kitchen light on, ready to make your morning coffee. Then the lights flickered. Once. Twice. A warm breeze swept through the room despite the windows being shut. Was the electricity playing up again?

Golden feathers drifted lazily from nowhere, dissolving into shimmering dust before they ever reached the floor. You furrowed your brows. Were you still asleep? Your bunched fist rubbed at your eyes more harshly, as if it would snap you out of this hallucination. “Don’t do that, pretty thing,” a soft chuckle answered, holding your wrists gently with warm, thin fingers and tugging your hands away from your eyes.

Okay. You were for sure dreaming- and about to have a panic attack. You blinked, once, twice, three times too many, as your vision finally unblurred to look at the man in front of you. He was tall, dressed in white and gold that seemed woven from sunlight itself. Massive ivory wings rested neatly behind him, though not a single feather touched the furniture. His pale hair framed a face that was almost unfairly beautiful.

“You finally get to see me,” he muttered, leaning forward so your faces were impossibly close. His eyes were tracing the details on your face as if he was memorising it. Your pulse hammered, and you knew he could feel it under his thumb, where he still held your wrists. “W-Who are you?” For the first time since appearing, the serene expression on his face faltered. “You don’t recognise me?” It wasn’t a question, just an observation. He sounded heartbroken.

“I- of course you don’t. You were never meant to, precious.” He laughed quietly to himself. Instinct screamed at you to back away, to harshly tug your limbs out of his hold. Instead, you froze. Not because you couldn’t move, but because you felt impossibly safe. "I've watched your first breath." His voice was gentle. "I watched you learn to walk. I caught you before you fell down those stairs when you were six."

Your stomach twisted, and you finally brought the courage to tug your wrists out of his hold, fingers coming to fidget with the hem of your pyjama shirt. “What?” You gulped, voice cracking. You had never seen this guy in your life- this guy with a false costume, impeccably large, wings. “You nearly drowned when you were twelve,” he said, his hands coming up to instead tangle at the roots of your hair, massaging your scalp as he held the back of your head.

“I-I was rescued by a lifeguard.” You cut him off. “I made sure he watched the water,” he whispered back. Your breathing became uneven. “There was a drunk driver who ran a red light when you were sixteen.” Most of what he said was true, but you didn’t remember that one. You knew he was lying this whole time. You shook your head. “You never saw the truck.” He continued.

The memories flashed through your mind, close calls of death practically knocking on your door. You knew you had been lucky this entire time, but no way he could influence your fate. Moments that everyone had called miracles suddenly weren’t- they were him. "My name is Soren." He hesitated, as if saying the next words broke every rule he had ever lived by. "I am your guardian."

“…Guardian?” You gulped. "Angel." Your laugh came out shaky. "No." You closed your eyes tight and opened them once more, expecting him not to be there. He was. "It's difficult to believe." He muttered, his other hand coming to rest on your lower back, soothingly stroking up and down. He was practically hugging you now. "No, this has to be..." You rubbed your eyes. "I'm dreaming."

"I wish you were." He mumbled, suddenly averting his eyes with a solemn look. "...What?" You were confused. He’d made a spectacle of how many times he’d saved you, how many times he’d provided for you. And now he regretted it? "Because then I wouldn't have broken Heaven's oldest command." Something unreadable crossed his face.

yandere!emperor who needed someone to marry to continue the legacy. he wanted someone who'd go without a fight, who'd go and not miss their family. what better way to do that then get someone poor?

yandere!emperor who obviously chose you. he's hauled you onto the front of his horse with handcuffs, making sure you wouldn't protest his choice. not like you had any autonomy, anyway.

yandere!emperor who kept whispering in your ear for the long journey.

"you're lucky i chose you, doll."

"no one else could provide for you like i could. you should be grateful."

yandere!emperor who made you wear silks, bathe in fragrant oils, and sit on his lap on the throne. he didn't know how you'd never get used to this- especially coming from a poor family.

yandere!emperor who treated you more like a pet than a human being. he made you sit at his feet during dinner, feeding you morsels off of his fork, stroking your head like a dog.

REQUESTS → OPEN requesting : i'll only write for male/gn reader (no female reader) and i'll be able to write upto three male characters (+y/n) at a time! i'm mainly a platonic yandere blog, but i won't be against romantic yanderes either!

yandere!bruce wayne who wasn't thinking on adopting another, but your cute personality had him enamored. how could someone so ugly like your father produce someone so angel-like, you?

yandere!bruce wayne who'd purposly put you in danger, yet not let any harm get to you, so he could make a show of protecting you and showing you how capable he is.

yandere!bruce wayne who may have spiked your fathers drink at the met gala. looks like you're an orphan now? he'd just have to take you in. he has the money anyway.

yandere!bruce wayne who takes you in kindly, yet never lets you leave the house without you being under his watch. he's just protecting you! now you're his child, you have all sorts of targets on your pretty face.

𝒪riginal characters

yandere!fae x gn!reader

yandere!dragon x gn!reader

yandere!emperor x gn!reader

yandere!guardian angel x gn!reader

yandere!werewolf x gn!reader

ℬlue excorsist

yandere!mephisto x gn!dragon!reader

ℳy hero academia

yandere!bakugou x gn!reader

𝒟C universe

If you're alright with requests, then...could I humbly request for an (aoex) Mephisto x reader? With the reader being a dragoon but also actually kind of a softie that doesn't like to resort to violence against demons despite being an exorcist and that somehow catches Mephisto's attention and he ends up trying to understand this fairly new recruit from a little too close, by any chance?👀

Thank you for your time reading through this ask, and I wish you a lovely day!!<3

pairing : yandere!mephisto pheles | dragon!reader

word count : 1091

synopsis : after joining halfway through the semester to be an exorcist (persuaded by your rich parents), you catch the eye of the owner of true cross academy; a real achievement.

authors note : i'm super sorry i didn't mention reader being against harming demons in action, and only in speech :( i made them a student, so having missions totally slipped my mind! you can request again if you like, maybe a pt.2 where they actually go on a mission!

With a huff, you adjusted the straps of your backpack. Yukio was on your left, his uniform clean and tidy, unlike yours. It was your first day at True Cross Academy, and Yukio and his brother, Rin, were currently escorting you. Rin trailed behind with a sulk on his face, which you didn’t take personally. You’d heard Rin was the son of Satan, so you didn’t expect much of a lively personality from him.

But didn’t that mean Yukio was… never mind. You didn’t want to dwell on the thought of it. You, yourself, were an anomaly to humans. You hid it quite well, unlike Rin’s demon tail and flames-for-ears. You were half dragon. You didn’t have ears or a tail (unless your emotions were heightened and extreme), just a few shimmering scales trailing along your spine, knuckles, and knees.

Only then had you realised Yukio had been talking, and you hadn’t listened one bit. “This is our class,” you hadn’t realised you got there so quickly. It was a long walk, yet you must’ve dissociated the whole time. “And I’m your teacher,” Yukio let out a smug smile, awaiting your reaction. You weren’t surprised, though; he looked too sophisticated to be a student.

“That’s nice,” You muttered, hanging your head low as your fists tightened around your backpack straps. You wondered what your class would be like: whether it would be a bunch of brooding know-it-alls who passed you in every way, or if it would be lively.

You didn’t expect them to be so… quiet upon seeing you. You expected a dramatic round of applause for a new student, but they just sort of looked and went back to their conversations. You sat at an empty table near the back, neck flushed with embarrassment. You didn’t prefer the attention, but you’d like just a little bit of acknowledgement.

You rested your chin on your palm, half-lidded eyes paying little to no attention to Yukio. You didn’t want to be in this class anyway; your father had convinced you to join so you’d be ‘higher up in the world ranks’. That was all he ever cared about: class.

Fidgeting with your pen, you furrowed your brows once a Scottish white terrier came up and sat on the seat next to you, pawing at your leg. Did Yukio know a dog was in here? The thing would probably get kicked out if you told…

With a pout, you settled the dog on your lap underneath the desk so you could hide it, nervously fidgeting with the paper in your book. Class was over before you knew it. Stroking the dog the whole time helped your nerves and made class seem quicker.

Slinging your backpack over your shoulder to head to lunch, the rest of the class already in their groups in front of you, you noticed that little dog following you. Or- you began to follow it. You felt like it was leading you somewhere. You walked and walked until you were at the very top of True Cross Academy, eyes wide in awe at the view.

From here, you could see the whole academy and then some. Bustling streets filled with students, cars, and buses. You heard the dog yip at you, so you scrambled to follow it once more. There was no one in the hallway the dog led you to, and it was a dead end. Where was this dog leading you?

You were about to clear your throat and ask something (as if the dog could understand you) before a poof of pink smoke left Mephisto in the dog’s place. The tips of your ears flushed red as you finally realised you’d brought Mephisto on your lap and stroked him for the whole class.

“Follow me,” he smirked, and with a similar poof of smoke, there was a doorway in front of the two of you. You slowly entered after him, eyes trailing over the… unusual things Mephisto kept in his office. He sat at his desk, legs up as if he was relaxing at home. “Sit.”

You quickly complied. “S-Sir- I hadn’t meant to-” You played with the hem of your uniform as he cut you off. “Nonsense, I quite enjoyed the pampering.” He spoke, preoccupied with a green hamster on his desk. “As you know, I am Mephisto, the owner of True Cross Academy,” he held his arms up dramatically. “I know what you are. There’s no need to hide it here, darling.”

Mephisto was excited that there was someone other than human in his academy, someone fascinating and different. He knew he’d have fun with you. “I was thinking… with your abilities,” he looked you up and down, eyes lingering on the scales on your knuckles. “How about I personally train you? Killing demons isn’t an easy task, you know- but for someone like you, it could be.” He hummed.

You averted your eyes nervously. How would you tell the owner, the one who installed the exorcism class, that you hated it? You’d seen it once when you were younger: someone like Yukio, exorcising a demon. It hurt your own soul so much you vowed to never do that yourself. Of course your parents didn’t agree, sending you to True Cross Academy anyway.

“Uhm… how so?” You mumbled, eyes looking everywhere but his face. “I-I’d rather not, anyway, sir. I don’t… believe in harming them.” You saw a glint in his eye whilst you spoke, and you tried not to look too much into it.

“Well, that’s unusual, isn’t it? An exorcist who doesn’t believe in harming demons? I do say, I find you quite intriguing.” He smiled, yet it didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned his chin on his palm, face much closer to yours now. “How would you like to…” He seemed to look up, scouring his brain for something for you to do. “Sit in my office? You won’t have to go back to that nonsense class. You can help me, of course!” He beamed.

You furrowed your brows, biting your bottom lip. It was better than sitting in class, but what would you do? He answered before you even asked, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “You’d entertain Amaimon for me. And help me with the occasional paperwork and blah, blah, blah.” He rolled his eyes, yet gained a sudden burst of energy as he looked to you. “What do you say?”

yandere!bakugou who'd then start noticing your little quirks, mannerisms, realizing you were far more interesting than the external let on.

yandere!bakugou who's friends dragged you into his group, he reluctantly let you sit with him at lunch. yet he didn't scoot away when you sat too close.

yandere!bakugou who'd start making an extra bento for you after you'd complimented his cooking once. who'd start bringing extra things like plasters, umbrellas, stationary- just in case you needed it.

yandere!bakugou who began isolating you from the rest of the class, walking you to school with his hands in his pockets, a glare let on for anyone who dared to even glance at you.

yandere!bakugou who would anonymously report you to the school to get you kicked out. hero school just wasn't safe for you! he couldn't bare to see you get hurt.

yandere!fae who's heart clenched painfully at watching you trip over a thick tree root. he had the magic to stop that- he had the magic to- no. he shouldn't. he hadn't gotten this infatuated since...

yandere!fae who eventually made his way down, his wings effortlessly carrying him to land on the mossy forest floor. "what's someone so precious like you doing in these lands?" he'd ask, his silver eyes inspecting your every facial twitch.

yandere!fae who'd eventually look forward to your regular visits. he'd provide you with everything you need! baskets, foraging materials, rare seeds, berries and fruits. you needn't depend on anything-anyone else.

yandere!fae who'd convinced you to allow him to provide you with dinner. he'd make you follow him into his surprisingly large mushroom cottage, the smell of healing and home entering your senses.

yandere!dragon who finally spotted you, his yellow eyes and slit pupils zoning in on you before you even knew. he was camouflaged quite well, his scales a harsh grey colour to match the background of the cave he was stood in front of.

yandere!dragon who didn't move an inch when you walked right past him, clueless. you were just skipping along with a basket of flowers and plants, unknowing there was a literal predator beside you.

yandere!dragon who finally made himself known with a huff, small puffs of smoke emitting from his nostrils. he was ready to devour you, ready to enjoy the smell of your fear.

yandere!dragon who blinked once your hand came up to stroke his snout, unsure of what to do. he could get used to this.

yandere!dragon who looks forward to your visits everyday, eventually luring you into his cave with the promise of hoarded luxuries humans went crazy for.