[A quicker disclaimer to say that after spending two weeks to think over things, I've come to a point where I will no longer be writing for anyone but myself. What I mean by that is, well, recently a few people stated that they owe me nothing in terms of my books, and that I owe them nothing in return. So, I will no longer be stressing out on making sure I update every week. I'll update this book and my others whenever I feel like it. And I won't be going out of my way to say when a chapter is coming out, or if it's delayed. If it is released, it'll be released. I'm writing for me now because I've been told I don't owe people on this website anything, so, yeah...I'm going to take full advantage of that and do things my way now.
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[3rd Person POV]
"What aren't you telling me about the Bat Devil?"
In her life, Makima, the Control Devil, did not fear a lot. After all, what did she have to fear? She was a powerful being that many had succumbed to in one way or another. But over the past five years(?) things seemed to be different for it. It seemed that way ever since she first met...Him. Upon first glance (Y/n) (L/n) may seem like every other human. He had flaws that brought him down, and he had skills that brought him up. But for Makima, she cared very little about the ups or downs. To her, (Y/n) was special on a whole different scale. A scale which he stood on alone. For whereas every other single human she had come across brought her nothing but disgust and a storm of annoyance no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, (Y/n) was the first human to make her do the one thing she never thought was possible...He made her smile.
Now, Makima didn't exactly know what made her feel that way at first. But over time, she discovered that it could have honestly been anything. His smile? The way he acts? The way he could so easily make her laugh without a second thought? Over time, all such things were enough to make her showcase some sort of happiness that the Control Devil had never shown ever before in her long history. It was through these uncharted gates that Makima fell even more in love with the man, leading her to accept the idea a few years back that her life of control and making her perfect world nothing more than an after thought. The only thing that mattered now was (Y/n), and the joy she could bring him in whatever way seemed best in the moment.
To put it simply, (Y/n) (L/n) had become her perfect world... But when such a large commitment in made between two people, you have to eventually wonder how that person must have felt when the inevitable moment came when it seemed that very world was turning against them. By, why? That's the question Makima thought, as she stared deep into the patient, and expecting, gaze of (Y/n). The young man silently sitting beside her hospital bed, waiting for Makima to respond to the one question that previously turned this moment of love and concern from the male, something that made Makima so happy inside knowing he was focused solely on her, to the point where now she feared that (Y/n) had finally found out her deepest secret.
A secret which she had told no one of the human race, well, none that were still alive anyway. But right now, Makima kinda wished she was with those of the unloving. Not because she no longer wished to be with (Y/n). But because the way he currently looked at her, as if he was suddenly given the shocking reveal of a betrayal in a movie or novel. It was most definitely one of the very few looks Makima did not like on his face. And out of all the emotions the charismatic young man had made her feel, never before did she expect to make him nervous in the sense that it was quickly leading to fear. But as someone who became a weaker version of herself when around the man she loves, Makima tried all she could to push past this potential roadblock in her master plan. And how did she do that? Well, by acting cute, of course.
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Let Me In [Male Reader x Yandere Makima]
FanfictionThey say connections make us all. Whether it be the connection of friendship; of family; or even more platonic connections, like a workplace. But for (Y/n) (L/n), someone who made connections on the dime, he'd soon realize that not all connections w...