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[alito234]

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

[alito234]

realmente una deducción que no había pensado

i always assumed that arburian pelarotas rolled up mostly as a defense mechanism, and that they're in the middle of the food chain - both predators and prey.

then i realized cannonbolt has ONLY sharp teeth.

his species is undoubtably built to hunt and kill and rip through flesh with great ease

[alito234]

worthless speculations (a loving family, an unpalatable desire drabble)

ft. yandere superfam x gn! neglected spouse reader x yandere batfam

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist ! ; related post !

all it took was a candid shot of the resident, widowed journalist who's not-so subtly hiding his affair with the infamous spouse of bruce wayne to spark immediately rumors.

for weeks, it seems, the table has once been turned on bruce as you've found yourself the center of attention, spending time with your new family, with the very man who has come to save you months ago from the cruel hands of the paparazzi.

it started with the first picture, which quickly blew up into many photographs in such a short span.

one of a simple date, where some stranger, a fan of you, saw you at a park, having a cute picnic with both clark and jon. at first, most would assume that clark's probably just a close cousin of yours, with just a kid you're babysitting, right?

wrong. the proximity you have with the unknown man is too intimate. someone's got a close shot, and through the lenses, you wouldn't even need a damn interpreter to just see how his palms are rested against your thighs, massaging occasionally without thought nor pattern, as if it's been a natural habit of his; or how in another shot, he handfeeds you the sandwich, then takes a bite in the same spot you have bitten. he doesn't take a napkin to wipe away the remaining condiment on your lips, and—

oh!

he licks at his thumb then quickly brings his lips near yours, closing the space in between with a peck that draws out too long to be even considered remotely platonic.

a kiss packed with longing and desire.

his tongue sneakily swipes at the remaining cream on the side of your tongue. your nose crinkles and you swat his face away, but you don't look disgusted, don't even pull away as you softly swipe away the strands of hair framing his glasses.

some commentor mentions how warm your face looked, another replies with just how your fingers quickly made their way to fiddle with the man's arm in another candid photo.

the child beside you, meanwhile, makes a grossed face, cringing at the obvious romance— then he clings to you, slapping his dad (?) away from you. his hands are wrapped around your waist, and click!

it looks like the kid's looking up at you with puppy eyes, mumbling something whilst you laugh and ruffle his hair. another spectator managed to capture a video.

then a lipreader on twitter made out the words the kid is saying. he's begging for ice cream, he says with a pout, neapolitan, he says, and that he made sure to eat all the vegetables in his sandwich. then he grins when you giggle at him and whip your head to the man beside you who replies with:

"oh, sweetie, don't fall for his lies; he just sneaked junked food last night to his bedroom."

the kid, who's now famously referred to as jon, your precious little baby, as you love to call him — and since the internet is so obsessed with drama, a lot of people were smart enough to piece the puzzle together, the man you're with is clark kent — sticks his tongue out his father, then stubbornly crosses his arm yet just as quickly return to his begging.

the person recording hidden behind the bush had to do a double take, their hands shook when the audio recording picked up your faint whispers, and they were sure to gods that you referred to yourself as... as clark's spouse?!

and did jon just call you his parent?

you're brave— no, scratch that, the people you're with are even braver.

it's like they're making it obvious that you've been claimed into another family; that you oh-so easily estranged yourself from the wayne's to live a mundane, yet peaceful, loving life with the kent's just to escape the constant torment of living under an empty roof.

but still, to be that obvious is a dangerous move, isn't it?

to show up in public, unannounced, in matching trio outfits, sometimes even appearing with another unknown figure who always has shades on, to a crowd of people who take pictures of you every moment is such an iconic, yet ruining admission that you've basically (and rightfully) had an affair with no shame.

after all, who would ever think of cheating on a billionaire, one of the most famous, too!? that's basically asking for a divorce, which leads to losing all your assets. most socialites who marry into old money families are aware that even if your partner cheats, you'll still be strong enough to bear through the pain, but god are you brave for making another scene just some days after, in a cinema no less without a care in the world if the people around you watched your barely disguised pda.

well, you aren't most socialites to begin with, you've only ever married for convenience.

even when news stations were going haywire for the rumors, when so many commentators on tiktok, podcasts on twitch and youtube have you as their main topic of the week— your little family is nonchalant about everything.

it was the number one trending tag, the only headline every person focused on.

and the best (or worst in your case) part of it all, is that this was all perfectly curated by your own affair partner.

a little handholding, soft touches and caresses on your cheeks, muscled palms resting comfortably on your shoulders, and jon's tiny hands latching onto your body, nuzzling on the expanse of your stomach whilst his head tilts up to look at you with the widest puppy eyes, asking you to buy him more sweets with his freckled smiled and toothy grin— it creates this immaculate opportunity for passerby's with enough knowledge about the wayne's messy relationship status to immediately catch on to the infamous face of bruce's poor, naive spouse now in a date.

and it's not even the first date you were all caught together.

who wouldn't whip their phone out faster than the well-known speedsters to conspicuously take shots of your seemingly happy and satisfied composure?

unlike with all the moments where you are with bruce, pictures of your uncomfortable hold on his shoulders, the stares from a distance never directed at you from galas, or the way your hands quickly unwrap from his the moment your magazine pictures are finished— you look refreshed, downright gleaming brighter than the sun that could even make some senile, grumpy man smile.

your small fanbase grows quickly: people never knew just how gorgeous you are not until they see your lips quirked up, mischievously peppering the unknown child with kisses, then standing on your tippy toes next to the hulking figure beside you to give him a gentle peck on the lips.

in your current place at the farmer's market, you are glowing like a ray of sunshine, never before had the crowd ever seen you without a strained smile, never seen your eager eyes at your affair partner's sweet surprises, never seen you so willing to pick up your child and pepper his face with kisses all over his face at yet another cheesy joke he concocted.

and it's perfectly become a topic of gossip for the citizens of gotham and metropolis on the seemingly new, and unexpected affair of one of the richest man in the world's spouse.

well, if they could even call you bruce's spouse, not when his eyes are always elsewhere. not when there's been dozens of news highlighting the gossips about bruce's past affairs.

and right now, it seems you're not even wearing the diamond encrusted ring on your finger anymore. the longer you are exposed to the public, the more people notice the lack of bedazzled jewelry, or even notice

and instead, you sport a simple silver promise band on your left hand, which somehow gleams brighter than your previous ring. you wore more casual clothes, sometimes match color schemes with your little family. most of the time, you wear your affair partner's huge jackets and let it drape across your body.

others say your lazy efforts, your carelessness compared to your rigid styles before felt more befitting for you— and you are... cuter whenever they see you beside clark to assist him with his office work with a matching messenger bag hanging off your shoulders.

some people were so invested in your relationship, a close-up zoom in on clark's wallet revealed a picture of your family with the addition of ma and pa kent in his wallet's clear frame. his fond smile while looking at the photo made fangirls swoon.

and with you always trying to reach atop the nest you call his hair, always ruffling it to fix the mess, people began seeing you two as the couple goals, an embodiment of what years of love looked like despite only being together for months in their; people are unaware of how long your affair has been.

never knew clark has set his sights on you since the day of your marriage with bruce.

but it's alright if people only see the surface level of his devotion to you—

because at least his beloved is thriving.

and at least their support, their obsession over your relationship with him helps in tying you even closer to him—

without your complaints, without your hesitation.

because you love him, and he loves you. jon and even conner has warmed up to you. they all love you, and no amount of material compensation bruce throws at you can amount to the dedication and patience clark has burnt off for years to scoop you in his arms at your lowest moments.

just like a true superhero does.

he loves seeing you as the best version of yourself everyday, and you only do so because you're with him and the people who actually love you, only them.

some people who bumped shoulders with you every time you dropped jon off to school said you even smelled even less intense, like you didn't feel the need to bathe in expensive perfumes anymore. you are softer now, more homely and buzzed with a familial joy none has ever seen or felt in you before.

unlike last time, you're more confident in greetings. reducing your appearances in galas lessened your eyebags. you were the epitome of new beginnings, a symbol for citizens that maybe second chances aren't too scare in the first place.

people whisper that you've probably divorced bruce, or that your previous husband doesn't give a damn about your affair.

a person occasionally tweets questions regarding your affair, if bruce is aware about the entire thing, if it hurts his ego, or if he doesn't care at all. his fanbase still loves him, obviously. they still see him as their beloved problematic playboy, but it's concerning how others sweep your affair under the rug with every new gala published, or how news about his children sometimes overthrows the current gossip of the day about you.

of course, the media feeds off the drama like bottom feeders. there's a resurgence of even more theories regarding your complicated relationships. one person even briefly mentioned what a coincidence it is that the dick grayson is found to be eating at an adjacent restaurant beside the one you and clark were found out.

there was a trending tweet once, one that highlighted the strangeness of your previous children's sudden frequent appearances in metropolis too.

others argue it's just an overreaction, but nobody ever denied that claim itself.

some people are anticipating bruce's reaction to the tweet, too. would he stay silent, would he grovel at your feet, or is this some sort of competition between these two?

there's a conspiracy that bruce is letting all the drama simmer down, that this may be a publicity stunt. a smaller fanbase that liked your complex relationship with the man wanted you both to return together, many argue that you look better off with him— clark feels the urge to find each and every individual who's stated this if not for your current laughs in the kitchen with jon distracting him from darkening thoughts at every annoying theory.

though most of the time, thankfully, others defend your actions and clark's, even stating that it's right that the once silent and solitary spouse of bruce deserves at least decent treatment; because from all the gathered news you before, it's always just you who fusses over bruce's children like a worried hen, it's always you who adjusts and kisses your husband's ties with a fond, yet tired smile.

and some miss those softer moments they've seen on screen, even bruce himself finds his fingers dangling on his past ties in his office, unknowingly reminiscing on the warm lips that once held the same tie. and the hot dinner left cold and diverse snacks untouched always left beside his desk, and your worried coo every night he stayed up late, and...

and just how much of a perfect spouse you actually are.

it's only when it's too late, when you're too deep into your romance with clark that he finally discovers how much he misses you, your concerned whispers, your frustrated quirk of the eyebrows that you hide from him every time he rejects your advancement, your constant presence in his life until it felt like it was never there, the way you weaved yourself so easily into his life and slipped away just as quickly because of his stupidity.

in a moment of weakness one evening, when restlessness and the yearning for your soft touch urged him once more, bruce finally gained the courage to confront all the rage about you—

he tells himself it's out of curiosity, just that.

nothing else, but god, the sight of you with someone else for once hurts more than intended.

it punches him even more in the gut once he realizes that you're with his coworker, his teammate, his trusted friend who displays himself as the perfect puzzle piece beside you in every article. you don't wear your old ring, don't even wear a single piece of clothing in your old wardrobe full of luxury items.

you're different, but you're still you... just better off without him, without his children, without alfred or the comfort and protection of the manor.

alluring as you've always been, but you shine even brighter now, draped in gentle sunlight that dims in comparison to you.

and the longer he stares at your pictures, at your smile, the way your cheeks would slot so perfectly between his palms, and your hair that he knows he'd soon love to bury his nose in—

the easier it is for his hands to make its way to his contacts, ready to call alfred and his children—

and he finds himself concocting a plan faster than the need for rest swept away from his thoughts when he sees your silver band, the same design he found one day on clark's fingers after a mission.

of course, bruce is aware that he has to deal with the consequences of his actions, that his idiocracy led him at a stalemate where he's aware that your chances of returning to him is a measly zero—

but heaven forbid him, for he's still bruce. he's no lesser than the cunning, strategic vigilante he's known to be.

he'll always be one step ahead, and rummaging through the records on his desks reveals no sign of divorce papers, no legal precautions taken for custody and no angry relative of yours (who only sold you off to him to earn their share of profit) angrily contacting him.

it'll be one hell of a night, but it doesn't matter.

why?

the headline and content for the next day on a newspaper for the gotham news—?

"y/n wayne, spouse of famous philanthropist, billionaire bruce wayne found back in the arms of their old flame—?"

"there's been newer speculations, of y/n's supposed ex-husband and their children finally reconciling with each after after months of rumors regarding whether their divorce is real or not."

"—and after some investigations and a statement from the husband, bruce wayne, himself; it was finally confirmed that their divorce, was in fact, never legally processed— because, as it turns out, it was never filed at all."

a/n: that took a dark turn HAHAHAH you guys think this will be something cutesy? NO! this is my late april fool's attempt at fluff bec i love drama. please comment about what you think about this and let me hope to god this gains interaction </33 i like writing affectionate scenes with a tinge of insanity scattered in between.

also hive minds and parasocial relationships are seriously creepy to think about. that's why i tend to not often disclose personal things relating to me because of how easy it is to track someone and their life down 😭 this has been sitting on my drafts for a long time and i nearly forgot about it until someone reminded me to write for this series soo... transitioning pov's is genuinely such a struggle btw, ugh ☠️ hope u guys enjoyed this bec this is by far the hardest drabble to write.

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[alito234]

You assumed that cloning your boyfriend would be a fun, quirky idea. It was a chance to test your latest invention, and you couldn't say no to a double dose of your sweet, shy, and kind partner.

Except this one was different. He didn't have the usual smile, or the soft, round eyes in which you often found peace. His features were creased in a monotonous frown, save for the scowl he threw your boyfriend whenever he stood next to you.

Was there an error in your calculations? You scanned over the data with mild unease. No, all the parameters were identical to those of your beloved partner. Same memories, same thoughts, same experiences. Something, however, must've tweaked within its artificially birthed mind.

He treats you with the same unwavering affection as the original man, yet there's a tinge of violence that you can't quite explain or pinpoint; The way his grip on you tightens whenever the other one shows up, the way his voice hardens when responding to his counterpart.

Your freeze when you notice the blade in his pocket. What's he carrying that around for?

"You know," he says, noticing your terrified stare. "I've just realized something about myself.

I fucking hate sharing."

[alito234]

Invincible and Dc Crossover.

Mark is Reader’s boyfriend and he comes over to visit her, only to find out how shit her family is.

In this au, Reader could even be the Atom!Eve, since Eve’s family as totally shit as well. Hey, it means she gets a sibling relationship with Oliver.

Bruce when he realises that his child’s boyfriend’s dad is a fucking maniac and so is the boyfriend: 😐

Fun fact the reason I made my last post was because I just got into Invincible and I was like “you know what? This shit slaps”

Change in Family

Okay, let’s do this one more time.

If we go for the Atom Eve!Reader route, then we know what the batfamily is like. More of the same with any other neglected!Readers. But this would be worse as you’re considered to be a Meta and we all know how Batman feels about Metas in Gotham

Let’s say we go with the similar stories of neglected readers. You were ignored and tormented by certain robins (Damien lol), you only had Alfred and/or Duke, you gained your powers in your senior year, graduate and moved away to leave your family behind, with the occasional calls from Alfred and Duke.

You joined the Guardian of the Globe to save people, and that’s where you meet Mark Grayson, this slightly awkward and shy kid who is apparently the son of THE Omni-Man. You were obviously intimidated by this dude, but soon your feelings got the better of you, and you fell for Mark.

Saving his ass was one way to get him to fall for you too. Unethical way for romance, but hey, a big win for you. He fell harder for you, and you both decided to get your feelings out of the way and had your kiss on the battlefield, immediately getting scolded by Cecil.

OR-

We have a none super story where you were the only normal kid in your family, the familiar story goes where you met Mark at college. You needed a fresh start that didn’t involve being in the shadows of the Waynes, so having all this hard work and studies is better than nothing.

You actually didn’t technically meet in college, you met when some villain was in the city and crashed into the campus, where you were almost crushed if it weren’t for Invincible. You had your fair share of attacks back at Gotham, so he was surprised when he saw your calm demeanor before getting back into fighting the villain.

After a while he caught up to you as Mark Grayson, who awkwardly stumbled next to your seat and rambling about the attack earlier, and he mentioned about seeing you almost getting killed, even more shocked to see you shrugging.

“It happens more than you think, especially in Gotham,” He was amazed you moved all the way from Gotham, and it just went on from there. You eventually found out he was Invincible after months of being friends, with in turn became dating.

No matter which path you choose

You are adored by Mark, which extends to his family. Oliver looks up to you, whether or not you’re human or Atom Eve!Reader, he sees the way Mark has heart eyes for you, and he declared you to be the best future sister-in-law ever.

You would always recreate his toys to be cooler, despite Debbie’s raised eyebrow and crossed arms at your sheepish smile while Oliver played with a heat seeking foam missile.

Of course, you kept in touch with Alfred, telling you the adventures you went on as Atom Eve, or your studies if you were human. You never told him about your boyfriend as despite being the only father figure you know (the addition of Cecil and Nolan), you knew his opinions about metas.

Your calls with Alfred eventually led you to work up the courage and confess to him that you have a boyfriend, and you don’t know by the look on the butler’s face that he was proud or horrified.

You could feel the glare of Alfred through the phone when you moved the camera to face Mark. Poor guy was sweating bullets by the stare he gave. “I-Is he going to… kill me?” He meeked asked, “I mean he almost killed Superman with not even Kryptonite… so I wouldn’t be too worried?” You sheepishly replied.

Unfortunately, your confession about Mark was being eavesdropped by Stephanie, who spat out her orange juice and tackled the phone out of Alfred’s hands, shouting into the phone -which in turn the whole manor- about; “(NAME)!! SINCE WHEN DID YOU MOVED OUT?! AND MANAGED TO HAVE THAT DORK BAG A BADDIE LIKE YOU?!”

What a snitch, now your other siblings are freaking out at the fact you moved out. “Yeah, for ONE year!! The fact you didn’t notice is very comforting!” you scoffed, all the while Mark was awkwardly laying next to you.

Bruce was distraught, not just the fact you were far away, but you have a BOY in your ROOM!! It doesn’t matter if you had a girl, boy, genderfluid or non-binary!! Why are you dating?!

“You shouldn’t be dating at your age!” He shouted through the phone, “I’m 21!!” You said in disbelief, making Mark cover his mouth to hide his smile while you elbowed him.

Dick was more distraught than Bruce if that was even possible. He was trying to tear the phone away from Bruce while crying his eyes out. “B-Baby bird!! Why did you leave us?! You shouldn’t be out there filled with overpowered monsters!! You should be inside the manor where it’s safer!! I-in fact, we’re coming right now!!”

You panicked, trying to find and excuse to sway them. If you choose Option A: Confess you have powers and is the hero Atom Eve “I’ve had powers since I was 16!!” You showed them through the phone by making one of Mark’s rock collection into a statue of a middle finger.

Or Option B: Throw Mark under the bus and say you have Invincible as your boyfriend to protect you. “He’s half-Viltrumite! He can protect me more than Batman!” You pulled Mark to your hip.

If you choose either one, congratulations!! Both were the wrong answers!! Now you either have your family freaking out that you had powers and only told Alfred, or they’re freaking out that you’re dating Invincible.

Whatever the outcome, you hid in the home of Mark, where Debbie treated you like you were her child, and Nolan? He approved of you so that’s good.

“Babe, it’s okay! Maybe they actually want to make amends with you!” Mark being the optimist he is he tired to reassure you while you shook your head. “You don’t know my family like I do, Mark! They only care now because of Steph eavesdropping! They wouldn’t even have remembered me if it weren’t for- UGH!!”

If you were Atom Eve! Reader, your frustration would’ve gotten a few items from Mark’s room turned into liquid. Human! Reader would’ve just kicked Mark’s chair to the ground. Mark frowned before holding you close.

“I’m sorry for whatever you been through. I promise you, they won’t take you away from your home. Away from me,” You wiped your tears of frustration and smiled at him, kissing him softly before hugging him again.

Mark wasn’t going to let your neglectful family to finally see you as one of their own, for they had years to do so. He confided to his dad, worried that you will be sent back to Gotham.

“If you want me to give them a total beatdown, I’m on it!” Oliver grinned while the Nolan boys were in an open field to talk about your situation.

“I don’t want to lose them, dad. I love them so much, a-and they want to take that away from me!!” He shouted before sending a boulder into the sky. Nolan simply hummed while floating next to Mark.

“Son… You know how much I love your mother,” Mark nodded, “I would do anything for her. (Name), they mean so much to you as well. They even managed to wiggle themselves into this family,” He chuckled.

“Duh! You gotta show those dorks that we ain’t gonna to let anything slide with us! (Name) is practically family!” Oliver floated upside down while attempting to land.

“They’re yours now Mark, and you can’t let others take what’s yours…” Usually, Mark would question such words his father would say, but he was right. You are his just as much as he is yours, and he’d be damned if he let these neglectful people show up suddenly.

“Don’t worry dad, I won’t let them go. Ever,” Nolan smiled softly, “Good, because between the three of us, your mother got more attached to (Name) than we did,” Mark laughed, but knew that Debbie loved you more.

There would be a dinner, hosted by the gracious Bruce Wayne to show he means no harm, (to you of course he’s going to kill this Mark). It was time to meet the family, the Nolan’s included.

Cecil is on watch with the GotG (not those guardians) as he grew attached to you as well, in case the Bats pull something, and Alfred has the Justice League on command to swoop in just in case things got ugly.

“It’s so great to have the family back together for dinner,” Bruce smiled brightly as you were forced to sit between him and Selina, who was amused by this whole ordeal, but was still happy you were back.

With the state down between Mark and Nolan vs the Bats, Debbie and Selina were casually talking and in their own vibe.

“You must be Selina Kyle. Debbie Nolan, and I must say you definitely manage to hold down this family with a lover who is… delusional,” Debbie chuckled, “No judge though, been there,” Selena grinned while clinking her glass.

“Glad you like my style, truly amazing to see how the men try to pin against each other when we could really need the extra support in keeping them safe,” They already agreed that you were the number one priority between families and that you will be protected.

“Psst, you already got dirt on them?” Steph whispered to Barbara and Tim as they typed on their tablets under the table. They nodded as they gave glared at them, to which Mark glared back before focusing his lovey dovey eyes back on you.

It made them furious to see how he touched you (holding your hand) how he pampered you (gave you a kiss) how vile he is (he blushed when you complimented him).

“Baby bird, may I ask why you’re dating a hero who has the same last NAME as me?!” Dick accused, making you and Mark look at each other before an awkward silence filled dinner. Jason had the decency to stomp Dick’s foot hard to make him shut up.

Duke at least tried to give you his blessings, but even he knew something was up with your boyfriend’s family, specifically his dad. The way he stared at them as if they were mere ants.

Cass noticed too and they both spent called for backup of the Young Justice just in case.

“(Name), I find it absurd you take amusement in this Superman wannabe. Powers only make a being more perceptible to deadly scenarios,” Damien crossed his arms while glaring deadly daggers at Mark.

“Sooo, you’re their little brother? Pssh, I can already tell you’re a spoiled brat who thinks he’s better than everyone else here really he just has mommy issues,” Oliver smiled while stabbing his steak with his fork.

“Shut it, your purple grape!” Damien snarled, slamming his hands on the table, “At least I actually learned not to kill!” Oliver quipped, “Barely!” Both kids glared as you were about to just bolt out of here.

“Nolan Grayson,” Bruce cleared his throat, causing the shouting silence, “While I do appreciate you have given a roof over my dear (Name), I highly doubt it would be safe for them to continue living at your residence. They’ll be better staying here,” He said with a steady tone.

“Bruce-,” You started, but Nolan simply hummed, “Funny, I think it’ll be better for them to be protected by someone who they actually call dad,” Ohhh that made Bruce furious.

If things so seriously bad, then let’s just say that you’ll be seeing superhumans fight to the death just for you.

Meanwhile, Mark took you away from the outright war to give some kissing times with you.

Don’t get me started about the Markverse, that’ll give Bruce a stroke seeing them looking at you with hungry eyes.

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[alito234]

Rex Salazar: *laying on the ground after crash landing*

Rex Salazar: Is that a fucking Dinosaur?

Ben 10: *lands, detransforms, and looks up*

Ben 10: Worse. Its Zak "judgemental, jerkface, I told you so" Saturday RIDING a dinosaur.

Rex Salazar: Oh good, I like Zak. He can tell us what happened. I couldn't see.

Ben 10: *is the reason Rex got wholloped*

Ben 10: Yeah... I bet he did... and I'm sure it'll be a big deal! *whispers*... sorry Reginald... I'll remember your sacrifice...

Ben 10: *tosses a goldfish at Rex*

Zak Saturday: Zon NO!

Zon Saturday: *lands directly on top of Rex*

Rex Salazar: Ok, nevermind, I think he just cracked all my ribs...

Zon Saturday: *purrs and nuzzles Rex's face with her muzzle while eating the goldfish*

Ben 10: OH MY GOSH, REX!!! ZAK HOW COULD YOU!!!

Rook Blonko and Kim Possible: *watching from the Plumber car*

Rook Blonko: I am going to start placing them on different teams.

Kim Possible: It won't make a difference. Our entire group is actually the worst.

[alito234]

YANDERE FLEUR X READER X YANDERE HERMIONE GRANGER

You were sitting in the Great Hall with your friends, Harry, Ron and Hermione for breakfast. Everyone around you was busy chatting about the Durmstrang students and the Beauxbatons students coming to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and that was all anyone could talk about. "I'm actually pretty excited to meet them you know, I think it would be good to have friends from other magic schools too. Maybe if I'm lucky enough I might have a pen pal by the time the tournament is done'' you said with a smile as you munched on some treacle tart. Harry and Ron chimed in with their own opinions about your comment and Hermione simply shot you a curt smile as she sipped some coffee, looking at you with her calculating and piercing gaze. She didn't know why but she didn't like it when you mentioned that you wanted a pen pal from another magic school, she was your friend as well. Why would you need to bother about other people when she was there for you, when she was all you need? 

She felt slightly annoyed at your comment and could feel something dark stirring inside her. No, it wasn't her usual morning grumpiness, she felt a pang of jealousy in her heart when you mentioned you wanted to be friends with other people, she knew you inside and out, she knew every single thing about you and your likes and dislikes as well. She took pride in the knowledge that she knew you better than you knew yourself. However she kept that curt smile on her face as she continued to sip her coffee as her eyes met yours every now and then. She tried to assure herself that no one would be able to get close to you, she'd make sure of it. Besides, no one else knew you like how she did, she feels like your time and attention are supposed to be reserved solely for her

A few days later the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students arrived at Hogwarts and you looked at them in awe while they walked into the Great Hall. After the introductions were given, a blonde haired Veela girl strode over to you and asked you in her French accent whether she could sit next to you and you nodded as you moved your bag to make space for her. Hermione's eyes narrowed as the Veela girl sat next to you and the two of you made light conversation with each other. Of course, Hermione didn't want to appear as a controlling person but why couldn't the Veela girl sit somewhere else? Why did she have to sit next to you? As the Veela girl introduced herself as Fleur with that dazzling smile of hers and shook your hand, Hermione felt an urge to poke her eye out with the fork in her hand but restrained herself. She knew her feelings for you were spinning out of control but she didn't care, you were supposed to be hers. After the dinner was done, you headed to bed and Hermione found herself with Fleur in the library. "You seem to be quite...close to Y/N'' said Fleur as she surveyed Hermione with a judging look. Hermione scowled slightly and narrowed her eyes but heaved a breath and composed herself as she plastered a fake smile on her face. "Why yes.. I am. I've known Y/N for quite a few years...we both are rather close'' said Hermione, hoping Fleur would just get the message and back off from you already

However it irritated her and annoyed her to the core when she saw Fleur hovering around you every time and she started getting rather chummy with you, too close to you for her liking. During breakfast one day when you excitedly mentioned to Hermione that Fleur and you became pen pals and she invited you over to France to her house for the summer next year, she almost spat out her pumpkin juice and she smiled although her smile looked more of a grimace. "How...how nice and wonderful of her'' said Hermione as her fingers gripped the glass till her knuckles turned white. Hermione felt satisfaction in seeing Fleur shoot daggers with her eyes whenever she spotted you both working together on your homework assignments of studying together. Fleur's lips would be curved into a thin line of jealousy while she watched you and Hermione studying together. "You should know that Y/N likes me, I do not know if you cannot take the hint but you need to back off'' said Fleur to Hermione one day. Hermione let out a snarky laugh and looked at Fleur amused. "That should be MY line, Y/N and I have known each other longer, I know everything about them, you're not that significant to be a threat to me with my relationship to Y/N'' said Hermione with a smug smirk

It was like a cat and mouse game between the both of them, trying to compete for your attention and affection. Both of them would start getting possessive of you and seethed inside whenever you'd spend time with someone else. However one day when the both of them overheard some random Ravenclaw guy trying to ask you out and preparing to confess his feelings for you at Madam Puddifoot's teashop in Hogsmeade, a silent begrudging look of understanding passed between Fleur and Hermione. "I hate to admit this but...we might need to team up for this to get rid of that pest'' said Hermione to Fleur as she nodded. "Agreed...but Y/N is mine in the end'' said Fleur as Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night'' she replied in a snarky manner. Fleur struck up a conversation with the Ravenclaw guy to distract him while she sneakily managed to get her hands on the love note he'd written for you and Hermione managed to petrify him before he was about to leave for Hogsmeade. "Stay away from Y/N'' hissed Hermione as she looked down on the Ravenclaw guy with contempt in her eyes before she put her wand back inside her robes and went to join you in the library with Fleur. She felt the overwhelming urge to smack Fleur across the face but managed to control herself. She could deal with Fleur later...she was a problem she'd have to take care of for another day...

[alito234]

ok so obviously i think Ben and the Batfam would be cool, Bruce would be like his third dad (Carl and Grandpa Max are first and second, but order varies), he and Dick get the same genre of jokes, he naps with Tim sometimes, Damian kinda reminds him of Albedo but in a chill sort of way, he gossips with Cass, Steph, and Babs, Duke is fun to hang out with, and he just ADORES Alfred (and Alfred allows him in the kitchen, but granted he can only make 2 things, smoothies and chili fries, so even if he wasn't good at those 2 things, it'd admittedly be a smaller mess), but i think he most loves Jason

he reminds him of Kevin a lot, traumatized, scarred, muscular

he just loves Jason

~~and they also read fanfic together, Ben introducing Victorious, and as such, Jori~~

[alito234]

"Mad Woman"

ok yall im out of school now! this was rushed so don't judge, when i write i just pour out whatever's in my head, that's why it's almost always rushed. i feel like if i don't write it, it'll disappeare! also to everyone hating in my asks, NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY WORK!!!! hating does nothing but discourage me and lower my already non-existent confidence in my writing. pls leave me alone, if you don't have anything nice to say; don't say anything. i LOVE all my positive asks and comments, they make my day. don't ruin it for me.

Six months, that's how long it's been since Bruce exiled you to New York and left you alone once again. It's been 387 days since Tiffany Maverick pulled the rug from beneath your feet and ensnared your family in her web of lies and manipulation. For six months, your family ignored you, only Alfred sending you the occasional care package which you promptly threw in the garbage.

You wish Tiffany and Damian were as content with ignoring you as the rest of the family but unfortunately, they went out of their way to rub their closeness in your face by sending you pictures of family movie night, family game night, and the family attending their school events. It made you angry at first, before you saw how funny it was. A family of billionaires, a family of detectives, a family of vigilantes, sitting next to a spy; obliviously feeding her insider information. The Batman, sitting grinning ear to ear next to a girl who could be his downfall.

Surprisingly, boarding school was amazing. The boys were hot, though most arrogant and dumb, they were all loaded and into you. The girls idolized you from the moment you walked in, your word was law around here and the power felt amazing. You decided what was in and out, who was hot and who was not; a huge difference and change of pace from the years of bullying and ridicule at Gotham Prep.

The charm came with your new abilities, most likely. Sure, the first two months were fucking painful and exposed you to pain you didn't think was possible but it was a small price to pay. It was nothing for the power of being able to charm and flirt your way out of just about anything, being able to eject venom with the slightest trace of your fresh set of acrylics, being able to literally bite people with your fangs and have them enjoy it, sensing heat signatures and feeling emotions and eyes on you, having the ability to give literal bone-crushing hugs, and so many things you haven't even discovered.

Not to mention your random overnight makeover! Suddenly, your figure was to die for, perfect in all senses of the word. Your skin gleamed and shimmered in the light, long shed away were all the blemishes and scars. Your hair always shiny and your teeth always pearly white, albeit a bit sharp. You're the image of beauty.

Who cares about the price when the product was this good anyway?

Who needed familial love when everyone here worshipped you? That new view and utter hatred for the family is what convinced you to accept Ariele, your boarding school bff and roomie,'s offer to spend summer break with her family in the south of france. Of course, you wanted to go back to manor for a week before meeting her there. Alfred asked you to come and though you were angry at him, you missed the old man. You swore to yourself that you'd only stay the night, catch up with Alfred, and ignore your 'family' then promptly spend the summer half naked, tanning on a super yacht with your girls.

Little did you know that you'd never make it to france, in fact, you wouldn't even make it out the manor now that Tim discovered the truth and told the rest of the family.

Tim Drake noticed things. Small things. Minute details that other people might overlook. That's how he found the truth.

It started with the cooking. Tiffany had casually mentioned one evening that she’d found some old recipes in the manor’s archives, recipes that you had once written down, hoping to impress Damian with Arabic dinners and desserts. Tiffany had barely glanced at the handwritten notes before she had offered to make dinner that night—a perfect replica of your signature stuffed cabbage leaves, Malfoof, as you called it.

Tim had been there when it happened. He’d recognized it immediately. The dish was one of your favorites, one you had made for family dinners. It was too familiar, too precise for Tiffany, it lacked the usual love and effort.

Then came the awards. It was subtle at first, too. Tiffany casually dropping that she had “entered a local baking competition” and how much fun it had been to win. Tim had known that you had been the one to actually win that competition the year before, he remembered rolling his eyes as you foolishly tried to impress him. But when he checked the award Tiffany had won? It looked eerily similar to the one that you had earned. Tiffany didn’t even bother hiding her gloating as she showed it off, calling it “another step toward making Gotham proud.”

Tim’s stomach churned. It wasn’t a coincidence. Tiffany was stealing your life and he was the only one that saw it. Who knows what else she was stealing.

The pieces clicked into place when he found the old photo albums. Tiffany had been snooping around the library one afternoon, pulling out albums that had been tucked away in the back, ones that hadn’t been touched in years. They were full of memories of your achievements, pictures of family vacations, awards won for charity work and academic excellence. Baby photo's, old camera's, journals, even old clothes.It wasn’t just admiration. It was an obsession.

He saw her dig through and read every one of your old entries, saw her stare at pictures and attempt to manuever her body how you stood, but what really creeped him out was when she started tracing over your handwriting.

Tim couldn’t let it go. This was insane. It was almost as if Tiffany wanted to wear your skin.

It wasn’t that he wanted to make Tiffany an enemy or villainize her, quite the opposite actually, he'd been ignoring her strange behavior and smell for a year now because of how fond he was of her. But this? This was crossing a line. She wasn’t just trying to fit in anymore, this was dangerous.

He now suspected there was more to Tiffany than just her obsession with your life and after putting the pieces together, it was becoming clear: Tiffany was playing a much deeper game. She wasn’t just trying to steal your identity, she was stealing information, too.

Tim’s investigative skills had been honed through years of being the tech guy of the Batfamily, and when something felt off, he didn’t ignore it. Not anymore, he started tracking small anomalies—times when Tiffany’s presence seemed too convenient, moments when crucial data about Gotham’s underworld went missing from the Batcomputer, or when confidential mission details were leaked through channels Tim knew the Batfamily didn’t use. Times when the Joker seemed to know the family's course of action and times when villains knew Duke's plans.

That’s when it clicked.

Tiffany wasn’t just trying to fit in with the family. She was spying. Her affections with the family were a cover for something darker. She had been gathering intelligence for a shadowy organization, feeding them vital information about their operations. This was bigger than him—this was a full-blown infiltration. Tiffany was working for someone else, someone dangerous.

Tiffany’s betrayal ran deep, and her spying wasn’t just about information anymore; it was personal. She had been stealing pieces of your life, your successes, your talents , your family. She had slowly taken everything that you had worked for and twisted it into her own false narrative. It was sickening.

Tim couldn’t stand it anymore. He had dug through encrypted files, tracked hidden transmissions, and pieced together cryptic conversations. Tiffany wasn’t just trying to steal your identity for the sake of becoming the perfect family member. No. She was mimicking your cooking and baking skills, down to the awards she had won for those very talents. She had been trying to erase you and replace you with a manufactured version of herself.

It was almost too much for Tim to handle. But there was something even worse lurking beneath the surface: the deeper he dug, the more it became clear that Tiffany wasn’t just feeding information to criminals. She had been feeding off your spirit, your presence and she had nearly replaced you entirely.

Now he just needed to tell the other.

The tension in the Batcave could be cut with a knife as Tim stood before Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, Duke, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Alfred, ready to show them what he had discovered.

“I’ve been tracking Tiffany’s movements for the last few days,” Tim began, his voice low but sharp. “And I found something that’s... unsettling.”

Bruce, who had been scanning a mission report, looked up with interest. Dick turned to Tim, a puzzled expression on his face. Alfred stepped forward, his usual composed demeanor now replaced with a rare concern. Even Damian looked confused.

“What did you find, Master Tim?” Alfred asked, his tone calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

Tim didn’t hesitate. He clicked a button on the computer, and the large screen behind him flickered to life. A series of encrypted files appeared—mission logs, surveillance footage, and even intercepted communications. The Batcave was suffocating in its silence as Tim presented the evidence to Bruce, Dick, Jason, Alfred, and the others. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and every new image, every new file, felt like a punch in the gut.

There was a long silence as everyone processed the information. Bruce’s usual stoic expression faltered for a moment, and Dick clenched his fists. The weight of the revelation was hitting hard, but it wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt. It was that someone in their midst had been pulling the strings behind their backs for a year.

The data was damning. It was all there, proof that Tiffany had been copying your recipes, your designs, your machines, even stealing the culinary awards that you had earned over the years. And on top of that, she had been siphoning critical Batfamily intel to an unknown organisation. The information was so sensitive, it could have jeopardized every single one of them.

“Do you see it now?” Tim’s voice was quieter, but his anger was unmistakable. He flicked the last file onto the screen. Tiffany’s false accomplishments, stolen directly from you. The stolen recipes. The mission intel sent out from the Batcomputer under her watch. “All of us have been blind to it.”

“About a month ago,” Tim said, “I found an odd encryption pattern in the Batcomputer—something I’ve never seen before. When I decrypted it, I found a set of mission details. Ones that shouldn’t have left the system. I traced the origin back to Tiffany.”

Alfred's face tightened as he took in the footage on the screen. It was a recording of Tiffany accessing classified Batfamily data, tapping into their most sensitive files.

“She’s been stealing information,” Tim continued, his voice gaining intensity. “Every single time she’s interacted with the Batcomputer, she’s been sending that data out to an unknown address. I can't track where it's coming from, it's too advanced; even for me.

“Impossible,” Bruce muttered, but his eyes were narrowing in disbelief. “Why would she—?”

“Because she’s a spy,” Tim interrupted, “and it gets worse. She’s been feeding them everything. Our weaknesses, our next moves, our schedules. She’s not just a mole in the manor. She’s been working against us this whole time. She's why so many missions have failed.Tim’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just the family’s accomplishments she’s been stealing. She’s been getting close to each of us, using our trust. She knows things, personal things, and she’s been leaking that information. She’s been feeding it to the highest bidder, giving Gotham’s worst players a playbook for taking us down.”

Dick’s face twisted with disbelief. “She was pretending to be (y/n), taking her accomplishments as her own, but—” He trailed off, his voice faltering. “How could we have let this happen? How did we not notice?”

Jason’s voice cut through the heavy silence, rough and sharp, like a crack of thunder. He stepped forward, fists clenched. “I should’ve known. She’s been playing everyone, pretending like she’s all sweet and innocent, but she was using all of us.” Jason’s eyes flicked to the screen, then back at Tim, his face a mask of fury. “She lied to me. She’s been lying to all of us. And she’s been trying to replace her.” His hand slammed onto the table, and the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “She doesn’t belong here. We trusted her. We all trusted her.” Jason’s anger bubbled over. This betrayal, the way Tiffany had wormed her way into their lives, made him see red

He couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I should’ve known,” Jason spat, pacing in circles, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I let her get close to me. I let her in, we all did! And now look at this. She’s been pretending to be everything she’s not. She’s been trying to take her place, her rightful place in this family!”

Alfred, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat, his voice filled with quiet but growing fury. “I should have seen it,” he muttered, his gaze darkening. “I was too lenient with her. I allowed her to slip through the cracks, to play at being part of this family. I should have known better.” His usually calm demeanor was cracking, and the regret in his voice was palpable.

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line as the weight of Tim’s words sank in. His eyes hardened as he stared at the screen, disappointment creeping into his features. Tiffany had been their guest, their supposed family, and this whole time, she had been playing them all. You had tried to warn them.

Duke, who had been standing quietly at the back of the room, spoke up. His voice was low but steady.

“I knew something was off,” Duke said, his eyes fixed on the screen. “I couldn’t put my finger on it, but... she’d been acting weird around me. Always asking questions—asking about the family, the missions, everything. I thought I was paranoid.”

Damian had always been fiercely protective of what he considered his, no one could ever doubt that. He mocked you, saw you as his pathetic bastard older sister, he had wanted to hurt you. But now, as the reality of Tiffany’s betrayal settled in, something darker began to take root inside him. He remember your unconditional love for him, how you took everything he said did to you with grace and compassion. He remembered how good you were to him. He noticed that everything he thought he loved about Tiffany was what she stole from you. His eyes burned with rage as he thought about how Tiffany had wormed her way into the family and his heart, how she’d stolen your accomplishments, and how she’d attempted to erase his sibling from the very fabric of their world.

She was trying to replace her. That thought alone made his fists tighten, nails biting into his palms.

It had been a long time since Damian had felt this kind of protective rage. He was the blood of the Wayne family, the one who deserved to be at the center of it all, but you; his blood sibling, his equal, had always been ignored, undervalued ridiculed and neglected. And now Tiffany, a mere interloper, had dared to manipulate and tear him away from you.

Damian watched the family, his gaze flicking to each of them as they tried to process the betrayal. The anger from his family was palpable, but there was something else there too: possessiveness. Protectiveness. regret. They weren’t just angry at Tiffany for what she had done to you, they were furious at themselves for pushing you away and leaving you alone and unprotected in New York.

You were his responsibility, his blood, and no one; not even Tiffany, was going to steal you away from him. He had always wanted to prove his superiority to the others, but now that wasn’t his focus. His attention was fixed solely on bringing you back to him, where you belonged.

Cass, who had been silently observing, nodded. Her face was unreadable, but the tension in her jaw told Tim that she, too, had been sensing something wrong for weeks.

Steph, ever the sharp observer, had her arms crossed over her chest, her usual sarcasm now tempered with a cold seriousness. “I knew she wasn’t perfect, but this? This is next-level crazy. Are you sure bout this Time?” She leaned forward, her voice suddenly harder.

Barbra was too shocked to say anything. This was not how today was supposed to go.

Alfred glanced toward Bruce. “Master Bruce,” he said softly, “the level of infiltration, this is something I never anticipated. We should have seen the signs.”

Bruce’s expression was steely. “We were too distracted, too willing to accept her presence as part of the family. We let our guard down.”

“That’s not just her fault,” Dick interjected. “We’ve all been too trusting. Especially with everything that happened with (y/n).” His voice hardened as he glanced at the screen again, eyes flicking to Tim. “What now? What do we do about it?”

Tim stepped forward, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’ve already notified our allies. The information she’s passed is enough to give this organization an upper hand in Gotham, maybe beyond. She hasn't revealed our identities but she might soon. we can’t let her get away with it. She’s been playing us this whole time.”

Steph threw her hands up in exasperation. “So what, we just let her go? She’s been lying to us, manipulating us for months! ?”

Tim’s eyes were cold, calculating. “We’ll have to trap her. Use the information she’s already stolen to set her up. Once we confront her, we’ll make sure she doesn’t get away.”

Bruce’s fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw set in stone. He had failed [Y/N]—he had failed his child. The weight of that was too much for him to bear. “This ends now. We’re going to fix this.”

Ok yall since apparently 8 ppl think my work is absoulte shit and and SURE i knew how they felt this is pretty rushed and i feel like it sucks! anyway!! i hope at least some people enjoy <33 send in nice aks and questions and ideas pls. its so fun answering them. yall are mind readers and are so creative!! lmk if there's any typos bc I copy-pasted half of it from my notes app. yeah i did write half of this when i was supposed to be in class, and??? Next chapter Tiffany gets confronted, reader comes home, Batfam start groveling and regretting their actions, sort of on their way to yandere-ism and make reader move back to gotham to be closer to "family"

[alito234]

I’m not sure if you do these but

An imposter!sagau with a creator (gn??)who just keeps resurrecting when they die, like their body disintegrates and reforms in the same spot like a minute later

Anyway Zhongli’s reaction to killing the creator, then watching their golden blood spill everywhere and realise with horror what he did

Only for creator to resurrect not even five minutes later, but with massive obvious trust issues (and Zhongli’s subsequent extreme guilt)

It’s a guilt fic im asking you to write a guilt fic

𓆩♡𓆪 Divine Retribution 𓆩♡𓆪 (Genshin SAGAU Scenario) (Imposter AU!)

Summary ➵✬ Mislead by a false idol, Rex Lapis commits the ultimate act of heresy. It’s only when the blood of the real creator stains his hands a golden color that he realizes what he just did. 

Warnings ➵✬ Heavy Yandere, Mild depictions of blood/violence, Worship/Religious practices, Dark Topics, Depictions of emotional distress, Reader dies but not really

Despite how much your legs ached and your lungs seemed about ready to combust, you were slowly but surely starting to realize that you’d never be able to outrun him. If anything, it was as if he was toying with you, his disembodied voice whispering fury filled words into your ears as tears streamed down your face. 

“Sinner, Miscreant! You vile creature will meet your justice at my hands today”

You never asked for any of this. The initial excitement of discovering you’d awoken in the world of your favorite game, surrounded by the many characters you’d grown to know and love, soon turned into icy fear once you saw the look in their eyes. From the very first moment any of them met you, they looked at you with such disdain and malice, they’d curse at you, call you “Imposter” or “Monster”, and chase you away. So far you managed to outrun them all, hiding in the rural regions of Liyue without showing your face to a single soul. But as soon as he was informed about your existence, your life was running on limited time. 

“Their eminence will be delighted to see your head on a stake, hung above the walls of their palace. Demons like you should know that only death awaits you in the land of the creator”

A loud cry erupted from your throat as you felt a piercing pain in one of your legs. One look back revealed a golden spear embedded deeply in your flesh. Although you tried to keep running, it resulted only in a pathetic limp before you collapsed to the ground shortly after. The black cloak you had grown accustomed to wearing hid your form from the archon that was drawing closer and closer to your shivering body. The countless scrapes and bruises that covered you from head to toe after running for such a long time felt more painful than ever before. The golden blood flowing through your veins ever since you first came to this world was absorbed by the dark cloth, remaining as nothing but a barely visible stain. 

His steps were slow and silent as he lazily stalked up to you. To him, you were wounded prey - and he was the predator about to devour you whole. Finally stepping in front of you, his gloved hands reached out to harshly grab your chin, forcing you to look straight into his amber colored eyes that were burning with resentment. 

“It seems as though the little pest has finally been caught in the trap. Speak, Rat. Dare you defend your actions of besmirching the divine creator’s name with your hideous attempt to copy their form?” 

He always seemed like such a grounded and wise character, yet as you were met with his perfect features pulled into a dangerous snarl, it was difficult to believe that this was the same person. An involuntary whine spilled past your lips as his grip on your jaw grew stronger to the point that you thought your skull would break apart. 

“I don’t know what crime you keep accusing me of. I never hurt anyone!”, it came out as a desperate plea for mercy, yet something inside you told you that it didn’t matter whether you were to beg on your knees or spit in his face - the archon of geo remained as unmoving in his resolve to kill you as mountain, ever unfazed by its surroundings. 

“Pathetic.” - He all but growled this word as his eyes seemed to grow as hard as gold. Before you could even realize what was happening, a harsh push had your back painfully colliding with the muddy ground below. The tip of his golden spear dematerialized from its place embedded in your thigh, instead appearing only inches from your (e/c) eyes. You were scared to blink, even scared to breathe - in fear that the spear would come crashing down on you before you knew it. Your face - the face that everyone seemed to resent you for - was staring right at the archon who would be your killer. 

For only a fraction of a moment, his amber eyes seemed to soften, their color appearing gentle and warm like molten pools of caramel. Yet this moment was soon over, as an even harsher scowl appeared on his features. 

“How dare you? You really thought you’d be able to fool their grace’s most devoted worshiper?”, he hissed, as if it was somehow your fault that you looked similar to the deity they revered. 

“You don’t deserve to utter any last words”

Before your mouth could open to let out one last defiant scream, before your muscles could contract and roll you to the side, away from danger, a sharp pain shot through your forehead - all but seeming to split your head in half as the spear found its place in your skull. The last thing your tired eyes noticed was a single splatter of shimmering, golden blood - before finally… your vision faded to black. 

In all his years of seeing war, bloodshed, famine and death, the archon of Liyue never once faltered in his conviction toward his creator. Even after losing those who held close to his heart, his faith gave him the strength to carry onward - his body seemingly fueled only by sheer devotion. Yet in this very moment, as a single splatter of golden blood hit his face, he never felt more pathetic. Not a single muscle in his form dared to even so much as twitch, as the only feeling aside from his own heartbeat thundering painfully in his chest was the warm liquid sliding down his cheek. It seared him, felt so hot against his skin that he was sure it was a warning of what hellfire would await him after what he had done. 

“I- Your grace?”, his words were barely above a whimper, hand outstretched as if to touch them, assure himself that he hadn’t done what he feared he had. Although he tried to convince himself that he must be mistaken, the endlessly empty feeling in his chest confirmed what he deep down already knew to be true. He had killed them. 

ɢᴏᴅꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ - ʜᴇʀᴇᴛɪᴄ - ᴅɪꜱꜱᴇɴᴛᴇʀ

The words kept repeating themselves endlessly in his mind. With a broken sob his knees gave out under him, allowing his body to fall onto the cold ground. He felt like he was burning from the inside, hellfire coursing through his veins, yet his shaking hands still reached out for his creator’s limp body. His gloves had long since been discarded, thrown aside and forgotten in the damp grass. “What a fool I am, your grace. What hubris led me to believe that I could be your most devoted servant, the one to lay the world at your feet when in the end… it was I who fell for a false idol?” 

He wanted to cradle his deity in his arms, let the tears that spilled from his eyes wash away his sins and their blood. His face felt tainted, dirty - sullied with the blood of his one and only god. Blood that he had spilled. When his hands should have touched the body lying motionless on the ground, he was met with nothing but shimmering dust. The creator had disappeared. 

It mattered little to Rex Lapis what would become of this world, of the inhabitants of Liyue and all those he swore to protect. Nothing in this world would ever matter again without the gentle guidance of the creator. 

“Please, I beg you! Please punish me! I deserve a punishment worse than death”- He bowed down so deeply that he could feel the cool ground against his face. He was ready to beg and atone for as long as it took for you to punish him. He would accept anything, anything at all - but he couldn’t live knowing he’d been abandoned by you. A life without your presence was a greater torture to him than his mind could even fathom - if you stayed gone… he would break apart. 

“Please… come back”, he had yelled and cried to the point his lungs started to hurt, and by now his voice was nothing above a raspy whisper. What a pathetic shadow of himself the archon had become. 

You often wondered what the afterlife would be like. Would you end up waking up in yet another game world? Or… would dying perhaps give you a chance to go back home? Home, where you belonged and many friendly souls were waiting for you, people who wouldn’t curse and spit at you, forcing you to go into hiding for so long. Yet death did not come to you as easily as you expected, as when you opened your eyes again…

A cloud of shimmering golden dust was surrounding you like a cocoon. When it all at once burst open, you were met with a rather startling sight. Before you knelt Rex Lapis - or Zhongli as you’d first come to know him in the game. Yet to your surprise, nothing seemed to remain of the unshakable mountain he appeared as before. He was shivering, near silent sobs racking his body uncontrollably. 

The slight golden shimmer in his peripheral vision made him freeze. His teary eyes raised themselves at a snail’s pace - too scared was he that it was a mere illusion of his desperate mind. Yet when he met your mortified gaze, he couldn’t help but cry out in relief. 

“Your grace! I will repent! Whatever you want, for however long you see fit-”, the male practically flung himself at your feet, hands grasping all too eagerly at your stiff legs. His touch was gentle, but you knew it would be impossible to get him to let you go if he saw it fit to hold you in place. He was looking up at you with such… passion? It felt as though you could see right through his eyes, into a burning fire of devotion. This was far different to how anyone ever looked at you before in this world. They tended to gaze at you with either disdain or a twisted kind of pity that made you feel sick to your stomach. It scared you far more than if he had been angry, swinging at you with that spear of his. 

“L-let me go! Don’t touch me!”, you frantically cried out, moving backwards so quickly that you fell over.

His expression immediately fell, an almost empty look replacing his formerly so fiery expression. 

“I understand, your grace”, his breath shuddered as he instantly let you go, hands retracting so fast, it seemed as though your skin had burned him. 

“I will prove my worth to you. Command me as you wish. No matter what you order me to do, who you want me to kill. If you want me to mutilate and torture myself I will be happy to do so, I’d burn all of Liyue down in a heartbeat if you so desired -  if only to cleanse myself of the sin I have committed” 

His fervent, desperate devotion was far more terrifying than his wrath could ever be.  Word count ➵✬ 1850 Note ➵✬ Thank you for my very first request

[alito234]

this is part 2 of this https://www.tumblr.com/alito234/773127463416070144/platonic-yandere-hsr-x-reader-with-the-omnitrix?source=share

astral express

obviously when you realized that penacony was not safe you escaped using jetray... you never thought you would be hit by a space train, it was just an accident you were flying too fast to notice it just like them and they collided, pom-pom obviously got scared When it hit Jetray's body which was like a mosquito obviously unconscious, he was quickly taken inside the express while everyone saw the strange creature... until you returned to normal and there was an unconscious child for getting run over quickly welt made sure you were alive or at least had a pulse after feeling it he sighed before slightly panicking why god did they just run over a child

When you finally regain consciousness you find yourself in the infirmary with a worried welt obviously surprising you but you settle down and look at him it's a deep silence until you ask where are we? - you asked disoriented

You're on the astral express, now young man, don't you mind answering some questions? - Welt's voice was serious but not threatening.

That's how you told her how you were escaping from Stelaron's hunters and using Jetray you crashed into their train. Welt stays silent... who doesn't do it is March, she automatically tries to console you thinking that they wanted to kill you which is true but not for the reasons she thinks

So now you are temporarily a Road Tracer until you recover from the concussion you got when you crashed, although the relationship starts tense little by little they gain confidence. March 7 is the one you spend the most time with because she is the most excited about having a new companion, she actually likes a lot of your aliens, especially the cute ones like ditto, upchuck or Pesky Dust. She finds them adorable and almost always asks you to transform into them, taking lots of photos of these little girls. creatures, she simply sees you as a lost child that although you were raised by the dekeng (a fictional species of tree dragons that took care of Reader until he was 12) you still don't know how to interact with your own species perfectly that's why she is determined to show you after all who better than her that I spent who knows how long in the cold of space, she takes care of you like a little sister and although she is overprotective she gives you your space even though she is the first one who suggested that you share a room in which tea They give one, they almost always sleep hugging you obviously transformed into a ditto to give them body heat with your clones as if you were a cat

With Dan Heng, it took you longer to get along with him due to his too serious attitude and your too carefree personality, which generated certain friction until you transformed into a vidyadhara, being very similar to your base form but with obvious differences such as your longer fangs. that your claws, your two horns, which unlike normal, were a little more pointed, and a nice tail that ended in two fins (like toothless's tail from how to train your dragon) and although He still didn't have his memories of his past life. He automatically becomes softer on you, seeing you as a helpless and abandoned baby dragon. While you are in this transformation and also after it ends for the first time, he personally trains you something that you dislike. since you prefer to fight using your dragon attributes but you still pay attention because it is fun enough, he in particular explains to you about the past of his species (which he still does not remember), he is your responsible older brother making sure that you do not you get poisoned by any strange thing you eat with Stella

Now the relationship with Stella is very strange...but for the better, her first interaction was peculiar to say the least. I invited you to look in the trash cans...and you accepted or rather Upchuck did. Devouring the trash quickly, normally They have silly competitions from looking for shiny things or seeing who can collect the most things from the trash in the shortest time. Your relationship with her is also one of brotherhood, after all, she doesn't remember her past and you have to get away from your past to protect your loved ones. darlings make them connect quite well she He takes care of you especially after telling him how Blade tried to kill you like 10 times.

now welt is the most confused with you obviously when he came to this universe he knew there would be differences but he never heard of such a powerful object (it would have been useful in his original universe) but still at first he watches you not knowing if you are dangerous or not.. Although he quickly dismisses it when he sees you struggling to try to open the jar of jam, he comes over and helps you still with a smile on his face, clearly dismissing you as a threat. He's practically the cool but strict dad who teaches you why you're average. illiterate (you grew up in a very late than I expected) but you learned quickly, normally he chooses what you eat so that you grow strong and healthy except for one day a week when he lets you choose what to eat He is very interested in your powerful forms like Atomix or Gravattack. He actually teaches you some tricks like how to make stable black holes with Gravattack or with Atomix he teaches you how to make powerful attacks with less energy and with fire because he practically saw Himeko's will (the from honkai impact) on you and I teach you the best I can to use element being more powerful than some Valkyrie and finally Himeko

The beautiful lady was the most worried when you crashed into her train and she was the one who stayed watching over you to wake up. Unfortunately, she was the last one to see you wake up since she went out to the bathroom, but obviously she takes care of you. She shows you how the train works when you ask. She even gives you coffee. (obviously decaffeinated by welt's orders) they share moments together especially when you help her with the car with upgrade, gray matter or brainstorming (she prefers free matter) in general they share beautiful moments mother and daughter on the express seeing you as A somewhat rebellious daughter even convinced you to dye your hair red (this annoyed Welt who prefers your natural shade of brown that resembles hers)

Normally you spend the mornings with Stelle looking for treasures in the trash or eating strange things, then you have breakfast with March 7 and finally you train for a while with Dan Heng and the rest of the afternoon is pure stupidity with welt and with Himeko the nights are you investigate the train with Himeko or just hanging out reading books or moments of her playing with your cute red hair (if welt is still annoying and I increase your exams)

of course there are also cons for example the missions for you are very few and you have to convince or escape even welt is normally against another thing they do to make you leave is simply give you health problems explaining that if you use your flying forms you could get sick even more (obviously they are lies but you believe them like the good child you are) although they finally let you go on a diplomatic mission but hey that's something they finally go down to the new world you, welt, Stelle and March arrived in "Xianzhou"

[alito234]

platonic yandere hsr x Reader with the Omnitrix

This work was translated since I don't know much English.

to begin with you are an anomaly you should not exist but hey here you are, you were born on a planet deserted by humans you grew up with a species although intelligent it was not human you lived well until a meteorite fell and there was the damn watch that obviously sticks to your arm and voila now you are a super hero, for the next few years you practiced with the watch for two years and although your family was happy for you and your new powers they knew that you would eventually leave but they were happy for you after all you are their little baby from another kind, you finally get ready to leave the planet at only 12 years old, transformed into a jetray and with a last goodbye you are going to exploit the universe without knowing what awaits you.

stellaron hunters Their first meeting is simply disastrous. They had to kill someone in Elio's name but you stood against them. They clearly didn't take you seriously after all. You're just a brave brat who doesn't know what he's doing. They were shocked when you blinded him before he could see. you transformed into gravattack, you fought transformed into gravattack and you sent him flying obviously none of them were happy but they were still interested in you after all I had never seen anything like you, for Kafka you are interesting I had never seen someone like you a shapeshifter plus I had many questions why a little boy like you had that kind of Power, for Firefly she is curious about your behavior, how you defended a stranger without hesitation. That seemed adorable and noble of you, although she was also upset with you for harming Sam. For Blade, it's simple, she wants to kill you, it doesn't matter much that you are a child. you are a threat and he will It could be for two reasons, one because you humiliated him by simply making him float and not really fighting him, finally, Silver Wolf is interested in the Omnitrix and wants to try to hack it.

when they told Elio about you... he just stayed silent before laughing and asking if they were serious... if he wasn't happy at all, you are an anomaly neither you nor your aliens should exist and now you are a damn threat for your "destiny" In their second meeting it is in Penacony you were simply enjoying the music and the show with your little savings (being a hero is a very poorly paid job) when Kafka tried to use his Spiritual Whisper on you...of course it didn't work against the Sonorosian (echo echo) and you simply multiply to leave her stunned with your sonic screams

Due to his second failed attempt this time it was Blade who tried to cut off your arm directly...he came back with a strong radiation infection but he was pretty calm after all you finally took him seriously...of course his immune system was completely screwed but at least this time it was a fight, silver wolf and firefly were together....both ended up hacked by upgrade and without technology Sam will be out of service and silver wolf's chip was improved...unfortunately it was also destroyed winning the eternal hatred of the lady So if they hate you a lot, after all, you always get in the way of their plans, of course, until that time.

In one of their missions in Penacony they had to kill a slaver on his vacation but there you were they thought you were going to stop them again... but not this time, surprisingly you wanted to stop him because they almost discovered your little home planet and you weren't going to. Allow me, in reality you get along very well with them, they simply have a lot of interests in common like video games with Silver Wolf (you almost always beat him) this makes them have a rivalry, he finds it interesting how you are so good even though you are only If you haven't been playing for a short time, she becomes something like a cool cousin or with the cute firefly who now owes you her life, why guess that you cured her of her entropy loss (bless the creator of the Omnitrix and the genetic repair function) and that's how you won the affection of the girl who is the one you get along with best after all, she only sees you as a little child, she gives you little things like toys that you can't afford because of your miserable hero salary or candy being an amazing big sister

With Blade and Kafka the relationship is more complicated, Kafka asks you many questions about yourself that you awkwardly answer. His questions range from your favorite color to whether you are no longer a virgin. He is clearly interested in your past and how, technically speaking, you are an orphan, which only makes that they are much more interested in you the simple fact that you are so trusting with them something that they love after all it would be very easy to manipulate you and guide you to the "correct" path at their side guiding you like a mother, and finally blade....the evil bastard does not miss the opportunity to try to kill you, from pushing you off a building or in front of some criminals with weapons, he has already tried to stab you and he has done it only for the Omnitrix to transform you into swampfire to resist his stabs and put a strong punch for the attempted murder against you, yes well he simply wants to discover how difficult you are to kill, yes they have a quite complicated relationship after all if you were not so heroic or they were not murderers they would probably be almost friends (except blade that guy he just wants you dead)

They finally have the exslaver and although you only try to take him to a desert planet as punishment... Kafka puts a bullet in his forehead, something that bothers you, although not too much, if it causes the conflict of ideals to start, after all, you are still a problem due to your existence...unless you join them,

Kafka is the one who proposes it simply with a "if you want to stop us from continuing to murder, just join us and you will know why we do it and you will have someone to trust"

Obviously you refuse, you can't just become a Villado, this will disappoint everyone, especially Firefly, who had already become attached to you...the only one who's happy, let's say, is Blade for the simple fact that it means he can keep trying to kill you, the unfortunate one still I try to meet him with a punch from Atomix in the entire stomach, sending him flying, it seems that the fight is going to begin but Kafka stops you with a simple warning "eventually we will come for you little one so either you come for us by the good and we will give you certain freedoms or you will not like what happens when we find that beautiful world where you come from "

you freeze at their threat you trusted them and now this was your punishment they knew about your family and most importantly they knew about you dear home you hesitate for a moment as you consider your options the idea of killing them crosses your mind but you simply dismiss it You're not like that...but if you're a little cheater, you quickly change to amphibian, erasing her memories of your planet from Kafka's head. This surprises the group and angers Kafka, who already grabs the tentacle to pull you towards her and give you a strong punch. "You thought it would be so easy, little brat" Firefly quickly changes to Sam and holds you... you apologize before electrocuting her and fleeing from there transformed into xlr8 and although Firefly wants to go after you Silver Wolf stops her "let him go "Eventually we will meet again" Silver Wolf said amused "after all if that little boy wants to play cat and mouse we will play with him"

coming soon astral express

[alito234]

Hello! Hopefully your requests are Open, I looked around your pinned but couldn't find anything, but I might be blind. If they ARE closed, feel free to ignore this Completly.

So, you remember you Yandere! Knights of Favonious series? Well... I thought of something, a COMPLETE opposite of it in fact (kinda)

Yandere! Fatui Harbringers with reader who is a low ranking Fatui Agent, only doing their job becouse it pays well...

Reader in this would be constantly passed around the Harbringers, changing who he works under at LEAST once a month... And usualy longer than that. Of course, they have no idea the Harbringers know as little as his name, much less that the Harbringers are obsessed with them!

So yeah, sorry if its doesnt make sense or just goes against one of your rules, simply ignore it if it does, and I apologize in advance.

HEIDJXJZIHXJX CRYING SCREAMING SOBBING I LOVE THE IDEA!!! And yes my requests are open <3 I may just take a while to answer though.

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Yandere! Fatui Harbingers x Male reader

>Signora, Scaramouche, Childe, Regrator, Dottore, Capitano, Arlechinno, Columbina, Pierro, Tsaritsa<

{Pucinella is kinda your protector in this lmao}

(Tw: yandere, obsessive and possessive behavior, mentions of quitting your job ((fatui debt collector)), mentions/talk of kidnapping, stalking, Arlechinno kinda ooc)

Let me know if I missed any!

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You are a simple Fatui debt collector, you wish you could say you joined the Fatui for some noble cause, but in reality, you were simply broke, introverted, and too intimidating for your own good! So you took up the role of Fatui debt collector in hopes your job would be easy, with the intimidation factor of being in the Fatui as well as your general aura/vibe. Many people, including your family, told you that because of your quiet and observant nature, that you were intimidating, eventually after being told that so many times it simply became something you lived with, it made it hard to find friends or really connect, since people were too disturbed by your… general attitude.

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You’ve been working for the Fatui for 2 years now, rarely interacting with other Fatuus unless you were being transported to the same region.

It was another day in Fontaine as you collected the debts of criminals, simply asking them for money, the people usually folded in 2 seconds flat, handing you the money and asking you to leave them alone. You wish you could say that it hurt you when they were scared of you but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care after all these years of the same reactions from people.

After the people run away you count the money and return to your Fontainian apartment provided, for free, by the generosity of the Knave (only your apartment in Fontaine is paid for by Arlechinno). Using the keys to unlock your apartment you are shocked to find the Knave herself sitting on your small couch, you felt embarrassed that someone as prominent as the Knave was in your measly apartment. You couldn’t even put away your dirty laundry or sweep your floor before someone came to your apartment (not that Arlechinnos complaining).

“Uhm- hello?” You say, not hoping to be rude towards the fourth Harbinger, but also very curious as to why she’s in your apartment, and curious as to how she got in as well.

“…you will accompany me to Sneznaya this coming week, pack all of your belongings as you be moved there indefinitely” Arlechinno says, her smooth, yet stern, voice reaching your ears.

“May I ask why? I would like to know the details of this new assignment please” you felt weak for talking back to her but she didn’t seem to care any more or any less, just a weird sort of indifference towards your questions.

“Your new assignment will be discussed there in greater detail the basics if I may speak so crudely are that the Tsaritsa has taken an interest in your very effective negotiation with criminals regarding their debts, she wishes to discuss the tactic better with you in Sneznaya, along with a new mission that will be executed by Childe and Signora.” Arlechinno ends her speech regarding what’s happening, you felt a little better about it so you decided to ask more questions.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but may I know just how long the mission with Master Childe and Master Signora will be? I also wish to know the specific date of when my departure shall be, so I can get ready accordingly?” You ask, not even realizing that you’ve gotten closer to the Knave, now towering over her with your tall stature, the shadow evident over her face as she watches you get closer to her, she can tell it is not out of malice, more so curiosity regarding why you are being so suddenly moved. In her heart of hearts though, if she even has one, she hopes that it means you are just as obsessed with her as she is with you.

“Your boat to Sneznaya will arrive in 3 days, expect the boat ride to take around 2-3 days as well, the boat will be a standard Fatuus transportation boat and you will be able to bring your own pillows or blankets if you so desire, however there will be no one on your boat as the Tsaritsa sent out the boat for you, and you only.” Arlechinno finishes, almost speaking of the Tsaritsas name with a bite, it seemed she does not like the Tsaritsa in this moment.

“I appreciate you letting me know Master Knave, and you will be in this boat with me I presume?” You say moving even closer to Arlechinno, your so close behind the chair that she can smell the conditioner, shampoo, and body wash you use, as well as the cologne and the deodorant, maybe she was just imagining it but she could even swear that she saw you lean in a little more when she started talking again.

“I will…however, for a reason you may know, we will have separate sleeping quarters, the bathrooms are communal and the common rooms are unisex as well. You will most likely not see me for those 2-3 days, as I will be busy arranging for your welcome to the Tsaritsa” Arlechinno says, her words registering in your head, a blush slowly rises to your cheeks.

“O-oh- I dont think- I mean- Well I uhm I’ll make sure to leave you alone!” You manage to get out after stuttering a lot, for some reason it didn’t bother Arlechinno as much as she thought it would, in fact she found that timidness of yours to be, quite frankly, adorable.

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3 days later-

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You can’t believe it! You are going to Sneznaya! Arlechinno stands beside you as you both wait for the boat to arrive, she doesn’t appear nervous at all, something that you expected from the fourth harbinger, shifting with your baggage on the side you can’t help but notice the boat sailing along is far grander than any Standard Fatuus transport ship you’ve ever seen, which you’ve seen a fair few because of your work as a debt collector in different regions, so far you’ve been to Mondstadt, Liyue, Sumeru and Fontaine. In all honesty you thought that your next station was going to be the nation of Natlan due to your proximity to the desert that leads to Natlan but perhaps, as Arlechinno said, the Tsaritsa has something else planned for you.

In your daydreaming haze you didn’t notice that the ship had already pulled to dock, throwing their rope so that you and the Harbinger can board safely, the wind was calm enough to not rock the boat entirely and the day was bright and sunny, a really nice day to be sailing you think. Pulling all you belongings into your arms you huddle aboard the ship carrying the bags, only for Arlechinno to notices and comment.

“You are aware that there were lower ranking Fatuus to take your bag (reader)?” Arlechinno makes a point of saying your name, the chilling way she said it sending chills down your spine.

“W-well yes I’m aware but I feel like I’m on the same level as them regarding rank and placement among the Fatui, so I wouldn’t start just handing them my bags because the Tsaritsa told them too! I would feel terrible.” You say finishing with a shudder, despite how Arlechinno thought you were previously cold and stoic, she sees now that you just didn’t have the opportunity to be more yourself because of your occupation. If you looked really hard then, you would almost see a smile forming on Arlechinnos normally calculated face.

“Alright let’s head off shall we?” You say wiping your hands off from carrying the bags. You didn’t mean to sound so casual with the fourth harbinger of all people, but you really didn’t want to overthink anything and she didn’t show any disdain or discomfort yet, so you would like to think that Arclechinnos ok with you, little did you know that she was more than fine with you, dare she say, she was becoming obsessed with you! And this boat trip, being alone with you for 3 days is not helping, believe it or not!

Pt, 2 is just gonna consist of Arlechinno struggling to not be yandere when you are taking a shower, and your clothes are looking mighty tempting lying on the floor like that, then you reaching Sneznaya and being none the wiser to people wanting you to be their little pet with a gold leash and collar (that they already bought)

[alito234]

(Dangerous monster!) Neglected Omnipotent fem reader x Yandere Batfam

Part 2

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Waking up was both a blessing and a curse because of the fact that someone was waiting for me at the school but also the thought of seen your so called family down stairs in the kitchen eating breakfast so you got up early and got dressed quickly and made your way down stairs and saw Alfred already in the kitchen marking breakfast the smell of eggs and pancakes is like heaven as you got closer to the kitchen

“Hay Alfred how are you” comes your timid and tiredly voice as he slowly turns to give you a warm smile that made you feel just a little better about today since Alfred was always kind to you and even gave you candy sometimes due to your love for sweets

“Hello master (name) good to see that your up before anyone else to eat your breakfast so you have time to get your stuff ready for school” Alfred calmly says as he places a plate of eggs,pancakes and toast in front of you and you give him a small smile as you start eating

As you were eating you hear someone coming down the stairs and you use your powers to see who it is and you groan in frustration and tiredly when you saw that it was Damien so you just continue to eat your food and try to ignore him and just quickly finish and get your backpack

Damien glared at you has he sat down at the table and you can tell that he’s ready to criticize you just by reading his mind just as Alfred placed his food in front of him

The silence tension that followed is hard to shake off but you just finished eating and clean your plate before running back upstairs to your room and grab your bag and quickly leave the manor and run down the street to Gotham high school

As you get closer to the school gate you caught sight of other teenagers walking to the school in their expansive cars and good looking clothes and you couldn’t help but groan with envy and awkwardness at how the other kids look to how you look with your casual and mundane clothes (thanks to your poor excuse of a father Bruce Wayne)

But just as your mind wonders to the back of your head you hear a familiar voice that always made your heart flutter,feel safe, and loved extremely deeply

“Hay! (name) wait up!”

You slowly turn around and once you did your pink and blue eyes met beautiful green ones of a handsome tan skinned boy with brown hair in a green and white jacket with the number 10 on his left chest, black shirt,dark blue pants while wearing a green,black and white device on his hand

You smiled as he makes his way to you the happy look on his face almost made you almost ferget the troubles you have to deal with like your family,your bullies and the sad thoughts in your head but it almost goes away when you look into those eyes

“Hay…Ben nice to see you” you say your voice laced with the stressed of what’s to come and timidly when you look at your boyfriend gorgeous and kind eyes

Once he had gotten close enough to you he pulls you into a warm and loving embrace against his bulky chest and you realize that over the years since you’ve met him back in middle school he had changed a lot from a skinny boy to a attractive bulky boy who had always been in love with you from day one

Ben was persistent and never given up on you or leaving you behind/alone always protecting you and defending you from bullies to comforting you during your breakdown about how your family had never loved you at all Ben was there to hold you tight and make you feel like you were loved by someone

Tho you loved that he was overprotective of you and always came to your aid when you needed him the most he was there

And you love him so much for that

“Hay sweetheart I’m so glad I got to catch up with you before class starts. I wanted to see your beautiful face before the day started” he said as he places a lovely kiss to your lips and you lean in close to him as you close your eyes and savor the moment

But the moment was ruined when once the school bell rings signals the start of school and you had to stop yourself from making a pouting face as Ben pulls away from the kiss also not happy about the interruption but pulled away nonetheless

“Well that’s the bell I guess we should head to class now sweetheart” Ben told you as he takes your hand in his hand as he starts walking towards our classes as you give him a gentle smile and let him lead you

As you two walked to class you failed to notice the eyes of someone watching you with a scowl on their face and was about the walk off but not before making a call to someone

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Ben and I walked to your first class which was math(I hated it even tho I exceeded expectations and was ahead of my class mates) as I walked into the room with Ben I could feel that there was a tension in the room and how some heads glare at me which left me confused and cause me hold Ben’s hand a little tighter to which he noticed and gave a smile of support while he glared back at the others just as we took our seats

Just as class had started and the teacher was taking role the glares where getting harder to ignore and you try to focus on the teacher or on Ben but there was a knot in my throat when the teacher says that there will be new students in our class from now on

As the teacher finished calling out role he walked to the classroom door and said with enthusiasm and anxiety as he called out the new students

“Listen class I like you to meet our new students and their dad, Tim drake-Wayne, Damien Al Gaul-Wayne and their father Bruce Wayne!” Those words almost causes me to jump from my seat and yell (what!) but Ben grabs my hand quickly and puts a concerned hand on my shoulder as if to say (keep calm I got you)

As the teacher and the whole room clapped for the three with excitement but I could feel my hands shaking and and my breath going hollow as I narrower my eyes at them but tried to hide it

I look over at Ben and he had a glare on his face too when looking at your ‘family’ and held my hand tighter at an attempt to protect me from whatever they are up to.

After they introduced themselves to the class and started talking about Wayne enterprise and other stuff that didn’t catch my interest at all but what did was they was Damian and Tim stared at me with a look I didn’t understand because they had already look at me with hatred,disgust and finally annoys but there was a know kind of look behind their gaze something more sinister and dark that made you uncomfortable and causes my powers to be on high alert

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After a while class finished when everything was done and I made my way to lunch where I saw Ben already in our favorite sit where we eat during lunch and it made me smile as I sat close to him and lean my head into his shoulder and for a moment everything seemed to fade away and it felt good but of course it just had to be ruined when me and Ben noticed that the lunchroom went quiet for a moment and once I turned my head to find out what was happening that when I saw it and I wished it didn’t

There walking into the room were Damien, Tim, and Bruce in their expansive suits and the commanding glares that is the only thing that could silence a room full of bratty and selfish teenagers

The scanned the room for someone and once their gaze lands on me and Ben I had to hold back the feeling of my eyes changing color of crimson red and the way my hands glow with anger as small yellow lightning sparks appear around me

But just before anything could happen a hand quickly grabbed mine gently and firmly as the other pulls my close to a warm chest Ben had thought fast when he saw that I was getting upset and so he quickly calmed me down before the three could see and know about my powers

“Sweetheart please calm down is ok I’m right here” Ben spoke in his calm voice when I always get upset when it comes to my family but I didn’t miss the frustration in his tone seeing the Wayne’s faces here

Bruce,Damien,and Tim walked over and sat at the table opposite of us giving them a clear view of me and Ben and close enough to hear what we are saying so I quickly telepathically mind read to Ben begging him to please make a distraction something to lighten the situation

“Hay (name) did you know that their a delicious brand new cake that you love is on sale down the street from the school” Ben asked you trying to lighten the mood and help you take your mind off of the situation while still looking at the three from time to time knowing that they are trying to eavesdrop on our conversation

“Yeah It does and it looks great I hope to be able to buy it soon” I said with a small smile on my face as I looked into Ben’s eyes and almost forgot about your family for a moment and even ignoring the stare from Tim the glare of Damien and the cold and silent gaze of your father Bruce just for the one moment

As lunch dragged on me and Ben continued to talk and hold hands and when it came to an end by the sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch just as everyone started to clean up and get ready to leave

Ben gave me a kiss on the head before leaving to go to class as I waved to him and quickly walked out of the room avoiding the looks from my father and brothers if I can even call them that

-

As school soon ended after the class were finished Ben and I held hands outside of the front of the school just as teenagers were leaving to go home in their parents fancy car and bikes

“I am go glad that school is over I am so tired ugh” Ben groaned tired and glad that the day is over as he looked at me with love in his eyes and giving me a loving and gentle kiss on the lips that made my heart melt with joy

“Well looks like we got some homework to do tonight which is so boring. I hope you have a good afternoon sweetheart see you tomorrow” Ben says as he gets on his bike and leaves as I wave to him goodbye

Just as I was about to leave as well but was stopped when someone calls out to me and once to hear who it was my blood run’s cold when I see that it was Bruce he had a cold and angry glare on his face and I swear I could see his vains thought his skin

“Your not riding back on bike (name) get in the car we are taking you back to the manor. We need to talk”

I wanted to argue and yell back No but I did want to risk it with my powers so I just agreed and took my bike with me into the car as the car started and I know that it was going to get worse from here just from the glares I received from Tim and Damien only confirmed my thoughts even more.









[alito234]

Remember when Optimus tried to convince Unicron not to destroy Earth because humans are low-key his children?

What would he have done if Unicron was like "You know what? You're right I'mma go play catch with my kids now." Would prime just let the evil demi god hangout? He would be such a terrible influence on us (affectionate) and seriously if humans are really mini-Unicrons you guys are fucked. What do you think is going to happen when dear old dad gives us some Cybertronian tech? We're going to reverse engineer that shit and turn it into an anti-black matter 100x deluxe bomb or something. That's not even including Unicron's probably rage out involving humanity in your guy's petty war. You fucked, especially the decepticons.

Well maybe not totally, I bet most humans would like our new robot cousins. I'm just wondering what would have happened if Unicron did like us? Honestly could make for a killer series plotline.

[alito234]

In The Eye Of A Hurricane

Requested By: No one. Original Work.

Includes: Dottore, Scaramouche, Arlecchino, Capitano (separately)

CW: Mentions of Characters wanting to hurt or kill you, manipulating, experimenting, the harbingers are a warning themselves, the typical golden blood for the Creator lol

Summary: You’re dropped in Teyvat and hunted down due to your likeness to the Creator. You decide run from your hunters until you run into a Fatui Harbinger camp.

Note: Trying to get back into the gist of writing and i love the harbingers so enjoy this for now :)

INAZUMA + SCARAMOUCHE

- Inazuma was a dangerous place to be hunted. Once the Shogun laid eyes on you the real archon, Ei, left the plane of euthymia and tried to attack you. However the lighting fast swing of her sword seemed to only graze your shoulder, her foot fell into a conveniently placed hole that threw her off balance.

- You took the chance to run away, not without Kujou Sara quickly chasing after yelling at her soldiers to ‘seize the imposter’

- You managed to escape, somehow. You didn’t want to question the absurd amount of luck. Once you were finally able to settle against the bottom of a large cliff, the wound on your shoulder began to sting.

- You let out a wince, pulling back the cloth to assess the damage.

- … How curious… your shoulder seemed to be leaking …gold? You shake your head quickly, you couldn’t focus on that right now. You were sure Ei would search behind every rock to find you.

- And you weren’t exactly sure what her intentions would be once she had you.

- However you had no time to relax before you were surrounded by multiple people, their faces obscured with masks. They all wore coats and gloves despite the weather

- “How dare you stumble upon our camp? There’s a lord harbinger here you know.”

- They seemed almost boastful by that statement until they noticed the blood spilling out of your shoulder.

- The color drained from their faces. “…I it can’t be… right? Surely this isn’t…”

- The group immediately fell to your feet spilling out apology after apology for speaking out of term. You could only look down at them with wide eyes, feeling a wave of awkwardness as they treat you like a deity.

- “You’re incessant blabbering is hurting my ears. Keep it down.”

- Another young man appears behind the kneeling group. Despite his stature, you could tell he was insanely powerful. His eyebrows were creased as he stares down at them, he then looks up to meet your gaze, then your wounds before his face softened.

- “Lord Harbinger! I-It’s…!”

- “Your Grace, it’s you.” Scaramouche finished. “You’re hurt. Who did this to you?”

- He begins to approach you, but when you take a step back he putting his hands up as a sign of peace.

- “It was Ei… she striked me and then the Tenryou Commission chased me all the way here.”

- The Balladeer lets out an amused laugh, “foolish Beelzebul… can’t even see the truth when it’s right in front of you…”

- You decide not to reply to his chiding remark, it didn’t seem like he was talking to you.

- Scaramouche turns his head to look back at his subordinates a cold glare in his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing? Can’t you see Their Grace is injured? Go get the medical supplies.” He barked.

- The group gets up and immediately scatters, running off to the tents a few meters away with the signature Fatui insignia embroidered in the side.

- The puppet looks back at you, “You can follow me Your Grace. You can stay in my tent for the time being and I can tell you just how unfaithful the Shogun has been.”

SUMERU + DOTTORE (experimenting & blood)

- For once in his decades of living, Dottore would admit he was a fool.

-The akademiya declared you as an imposter to Their Grace and he knew he had to get his hands on you. Someone stole the face of the Creator? How interesting… he wanted to peer beneath the surface himself to see how it was possible.

- He had noticed you the second you haphazardly stepped into his camp. Subduing you was the easy part, but once he had dragged you into his tent telling his subordinates not to bother him, he began to hesitate.

-He look down at you on his table, looking blissfully unaware he couldn’t even pick up the scalpel.

- What? No! He would killed Kusanali if he had to, what made you so different?

- He curses at himself before grabbing the scalpel pressing it into your forearm. Once blood pours out of the cut he immediately pulls back the sharp object.

- So you were the true creator. Dottore’s eyes were fixated on the small trail of gold blood spilling down your skin. He touches it with his gloved hand inspecting it closely.

- It was just as the scriptures said, blood as gold as the sun with a shimmery look to it.

- The Doctor begins to stitch you back up, picking you up bridal style placing you on a nearby soft surface.

- He sits down next to you, even while sleeping, you look absolutely ethereal. Like Her Majesty the Tsaritsa had said.

- With you in his grasp he could accomplish anything, using you as a bargaining chip to obtain the gnosis would be all too easy

- Perhaps if you believe he was your only faithful acolyte, you would bless him with the knowledge of the stars or even the deepest secrets of Celestia.

- All he had to do was be patient and he was a very patient man.

FONTAINE + ARLECCHINO

- The House Of the Hearth is usually shrouded by darkness. No one knows what happens inside and anyone who wants to escape don’t make it out alive (allegedly).

- Even though children weren’t used to having visitors, Father always tells them how to treat their guests.

- So when Father returned to the house holding you in her arms, your body soaked with your own golden blood. The children immediately sprang into action.

- Her face was unreadable as they quickly began to grab all the medical supplies they had bringing it to The Knave.

- With a steady hand, she fixes you up until you were stable.

- While she was in the room, her hand grasping yours. The children left to buy many gifts they believed you might like.

- The House was good at obtaining and withholding secrets, and Arlecchino will do everything in her power to make sure no one knew of your presence in the house, in Fontaine, or even in all of Teyvat.

- She wanted you all to herself, she wasn’t even afraid of admit it. She will be as sweet as honey, drawing you in closer and closer until you were stuck in her trap.

- Although she would never hurt you! Ever since she was a child and went by a different name she was sure having you would make everything better.

- Arlecchino’s fingers brush your face, her nails dragging down your cheekbone. Even being this close to you now, made her heart race.

- When the children come rushing back in, she immediately shushes them. She wouldn’t allow them to disturb your sleep, but you would soon wake up to healed wounds and as many sweet treats you could handle.

NATLAN + CAPITANO

- It is… unclear what Capitano’s intent is in Natlan. Did he just want to battle the Pyro Archon? Prove that even a human like himself could strike down a God? Or maybe he just wanted the Gnosis. Maybe even both.

- Natlan was considered the nation of war and once you were considered an imposter, your fate was undoubtedly sealed.

- It was like a nationwide bounty hunt, everyone was after your head and no matter where you hid, no where was safe for long.

- Until you ran into a broad chest knocking you down to the ground. You look up with wide eyes.

- You could tell this man was powerful. Way more powerful than anyone else you had ran into (and ran away from). His face was obscured but his long dark hair went down to his shoulders.

- At first he watches you closely, not saying a word then he kneels down to get a closer look at you.

- You squeeze your eyes shut. This was it, this is the end.

- “Your Grace…?”

- You open your eyes, “w—what…?”

- “Are you alright?”

- You were confused, why wasn’t he attacking you?

- He seemed to notice your confusion. “Youre bleeding your Grace. Did someone attack you?” he gestured to the cut on your cheek.

- You didn’t even notice the cut, your adrenaline had been at an all time high that you hadn’t felt any pain.

- You touch the cut, feeling the wetness on your fingers. You lift it up noticing that your finger was coated in gold.

- “I uh… i don’t know…” you say your eyes fixated on the anomaly. 

- He left out a huff, sounds slightly disappointed you didn’t know. “I can protect you.” he says. “I won’t allow anyone to harm you.”

- He holds out one of his large hands and hesitantly, you take it.

- Capitano was extremely gentle with you as he helps you up leading you to his camp. It was like having your own personal knight, you were sure that if anyone came looking to take your head, he would handle it.

- Capitano wouldn’t show it in front of you, but he was livid. Seeing you hurt, knowing that he couldn’t protect you while the two of you were in the same nation sickens him.

- He keeps his anger on the inside, not wanting to scare you as he brings you into his personal tent. For now, he’ll stay with you making sure you’re alright and that all your needs are tended to.

- His righteous nature couldn’t let this go unanswered, he would make sure the Pyro Archon pays for her sins.

Note: So I am officially back with writing! Trial by Combat will be out soon!

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