Yandere! jjba x male reader

Santana x m! reader

Santana had just managed to escape from the lab, feeling utterly exposed as he walked down the street, only partially clothed. He couldn't help but notice the strange looks and blushing faces of the people around him, all fully covered in proper attire.

Lost and alone without his group, Santana longed for the guidance of his leader Lord Kars. His soul yearned to reunite with his fellow pillar men, to continue their quest for the red stone. The streets provided no comfort, as Santana found himself ignored by the indifferent passersby. Tired and hungry, Santana curled into a ball, hoping for solace that seemed unattainable.

As rain poured down, drenching Santana to the bone, a stranger approached him. Holding an umbrella, the man looked concerned, his head slightly tilted. Santana's gaze met the man's eyes, and he noticed they were an unusual shade of red, reminiscent of blood. This realization struck Santana - the man before him was a vampire, as Lord Kars had described.

Santana remained silent, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected encounter. The vampire chuckled, reassurance lacing his voice as he spoke, "I'm not going to hurt you. Here, you need this." Placing a bag of food on Santana's lap, the vampire then proceeded to place a plaster on Santana's face, murmuring, "All better. I hope to see you again, little pillar man."

A glimmer of gratitude shone in Santana's eyes as he nodded, grateful for the newfound friend amidst the chaos of the streets. This encounter served as a reminder that even in the darkest times, a flicker of kindness could bring warmth to one's soul. With a renewed sense of purpose, Santana embarked on his journey to find Lord Kars, fueled by the memory of y/n and the determination to fulfill their destiny as the pillar men.

Santana couldn't help but reflect on y/n, a figure from his past who had a reputation for engaging in dark and twisted activities. While Santana had never witnessed any harm to animals at y/n's hands, it was clear that your influence had spread far beyond just that. In fact, you had managed to establish a cult and a dedicated temple in their name, becoming a prominent figure in history.

The impact y/n had left on the world was astonishing. Their name had become synonymous with power, mystery, and the allure of the unknown. Their followers, unwavering and devoted, carried out rituals and ceremonies in the temple, seeking y/n's guidance and blessings. The temple stood as a testament to y/n's enigmatic nature, drawing countless people who yearned to understand and connect with their dark charisma.

But y/n's followers didn't stop there. The need to immortalize their enigmatic leader had led to the creation of countless pieces of art depicting y/n. Paintings, sculptures, and even statues were crafted in intricate detail, capturing y/n's essence and magnetism. These artworks adorned the temple's walls, walls that whispered the tales of y/n's infamous deeds but also showcased their undeniable presence.

As Santana reminisced about the past, the duality of y/n's legacy became apparent. Their dark actions, although not directed towards animals, had sparked fear and curiosity among those who had only heard the whispers. Yet, there was an undeniable allure that drew people to y/n, propelling them to build a legacy that surpassed mere notoriety.

Inevitably, y/n's influence had trickled down to every facet of history. Their name had woven itself into the tapestry of time, becoming an integral part of the collective memory. While their true intentions remained shrouded in mystery, there was no denying y/n's larger-than-life presence in the annals of humankind.

Santana wondered what might have driven y/n to tread down such a dark path, y/n could easy defeat Kars and everyone for himself there. Their legacy was both captivating and unsettling, enticing worshippers and historians alike to delve deeper into the enigma that was y/n. Regardless of the secrets and controversies that engulfed their story, y/n would forever be remembered as a captivating figure who had left an everlasting impression on the pages of history.

Santana, determined to reunite with y/n, knew he had to find his group first. He understood that y/n had been a part of Lord Kars' group for a while, but things were different now. Y/n had left behind their evil ways, and Santana was determined to bring them back, even if it meant going against Lord Kars' plans.

With this goal in mind, Santana came up with a daring plan. He decided that he would propose to y/n and marry them, whether y/n wanted it or not. Santana knew this was a bold move, but he believed it was the only way to ensure y/n's return. He would stop at nothing to make y/n his own once again.

Returning to the city where y/n now resided, Santana determinedly made his way through the bustling marketplace. The city was unfamiliar, but he knew the family's house was somewhere in the distance. Ignoring the distractions around him, Santana pushed through the crowd until he finally reached the door of y/n home.

Taking a deep breath, Santana raised his hand and knocked on the door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knew that this encounter could change everything. Would y/n accept his proposal? Or would they reject him and side with Lord Kars instead? Only time would tell, but Santana was ready to face whatever fate had in store for him.

Santana waited anxiously for five minutes until y/n finally opened the door. "Can I help you?" y/n asked, puzzled. "It's me, Santana. Remember?" Santana nodded, and y/n managed a small smile. "So, you've found your group. Are you here to kill me?" y/n questioned. Santana's grin widened as he forcefully entered the room, causing y/n to step back, bewildered. Gripping y/n's wrists tightly, Santana's insane grin remained. "We're gonna be mates, and 'no' isn't an option."

Y/n chuckled, thinking Santana's words were a joke. But Santana's face remained serious. Y/n's laughter faded as they realized the truth. "Oh, you're not joking," y/n said, their voice filled with surprise. Santana nodded solemnly. "Y/n, I'm aware of your past, but I fell in love with you the moment we met, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since."

Y/n asked, their expression serious, "What made you fall in love with me when we first met?" Santana's gaze turned obsessive, and a chilling smile formed on his lips. "Everything, y/n. Your every word, every gesture, every breath. You consumed my thoughts from the very beginning."

Santana's eyes narrowed with an unsettling fixation as he continued, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Your captivating smile, y/n, it bewitched me instantly. Your gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, and your laughter echoed like music in my ears. Every conversation we had made me crave your presence even more. I became enamored with your quirks, your flaws, and all the little details that made you uniquely you. I knew from that moment that I had to make you mine, no matter the cost." His words hung in the air, revealing the depths of his dangerous obsession.