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your the only one who remembers. your the one that the girls hate. your the one that the boys love.

(M/n) has been hired at this circus. The clowns he meets are animatronics though.. why is that? Will he survive? Will he learn to love them? Read to see~

As you walk into your own bathroom, you spot five males all of a sudden! They look pretty good looking at that as well! But wait a second....four of them arn't even human! They're half ocean in fact! How strange!

No, these are not the gods in the pjo series. They're just the gods straight outta greek mythology.

you finally found a job to work at in the summer, good for you! but a little thing happened to lead you into a weird path..lets just say, you got fired from the job. blush blush x reader fanfic no characters belong to me, all of the characters belong to SadPandaStudios!

After M/n died, a system attached itself to his soul...but this wasn't any ordinary system, this was the yandere system, the first of its kind. Watch as M/n takes on many forms, whether its mobs or side characters. One thing is for sure! M/n couldn't escape the yandere routes! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ as you saw with the title of the story i have adopted this story, the first few chapters will be sorta the same as the original after that i will have to make up my own plot because i don't know what the original author had in mind.

Where a former doctor finds himself trapped between the hold of four men, all battling for his love. Azrail lived a cheerless childhood that went on until death. From birth, his mother died, and from infancy, so did his father. Everyone he regarded as family, or just anyone who he cared for, all perished. At first, others considered it as just another unfortunate occurrence, but over the years as more deaths were displayed upon Azrail's eyes, the more others thought of him as some sort of death magnet. Even so, Azrail-like many others-had a passion. And that passion was to become a doctor; a surgeon, to be more precise. Azrail devoted six years as one, and in those six years, eleven deaths were put on his name, and on his heart. Day and night, he was tormented by this. He killed them. He killed all of them. It was all his fault. And so he died with this notion implanted into his heart. But when he woke up, he found himself face-to-face with death, and it turns out that the haunting reaper wished to retire for good, so he required someone to take over. And as fate should have it; four other divine beings had also thought the same. Now Azrail was associated with four other men: The God of Life The God of Nature The God of the Night. And, The God of the Day. With each passing day in the ever-changing world of his own, Azrail gradually noticed something... odd. Why was it that these four gods, who he had at first thought as ordinary ex-humans, were now acting like love-crazed lunatics?

The Highest Priest, His Divineness, His Saintliness, and yourself. Words to describe the most powerful being within the three countries yet he was still executed by the next Priest... or Priestess, actually. She gained the trust and love of the kings, they allowed her to overthrow him. So many times, one after another. Maybe she couldn't be fixed. Maybe he couldn't help her... Maybe you couldn't help her... but you'd be an awful Saint if you left your people in the hands of a manipulator and the Gods were on your side.