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{yandere werewolf king Ivailo} part one

WC: 2.7k

Summary: To be perfectly honest you are not quite sure who you are without this game in your life.

A/n: this was requested from a fairy tale prompt game I did forever ago by @gaozorous-rex-blog ! Needless to say I really love this fic even it went wayyy above my originally planned word count 😅 thus the oneshot had to be split into two chapters. Please comment and share your thoughts with me!

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Your favorite game growing up has always been {{Legend of Naporia}}...

Though no one in your family was exactly sure how you had come across the game. Everyone wrote it off as a forgotten birthday gift from one of their distant relatives. At least they did at first anyway.

And due to the fact it was a time before every answer was a google search away, no one around you ever realized how odd it was that you even had this game.

After all, the story that inspired the game you were playing had yet to be written… though this was an even more strange oddity given the fact you weren't the only kid in town with these sorts of games.

In fact your sweet adopted twin sisters enjoyed playing {{Cherry Hill}} which was a game mostly comparable to animal crossing.

And it seemed every child in your class had a similar game that they loved and spent hours playing. Despite this fact as much as they could try and describe the game down to the most niche details.

None of their parents would ever find another copy in stores. So unless someone was willing to share it was likely that no one would ever be able to play said game.

This fact never bothered you that much during your youth. You never were like the other kids in town.

Games honestly never caught your attention for whatever reason. You'd rather be playing outside while the twins spent their days in the living room setting up the perfect little town in their game.

But this all changed the night you were staying up late babysitting your siblings to allow your parents to go out on a date. Which became quite boring once you got the kids to bed.

After you finished off your popcorn you realized that the coffee table wasn't as empty as you had originally thought it was.

The game was still in its plastic wrap, laid quite suddenly in the center of the table. Everything was tempting you- from the art work to the shitty game summary on the back. And like a moth to a flame you stayed up the entire night playing . Soaking in every detail from the medieval castles in ruin to any of the small fairy-like creatures.

You did not leave any corner of the first area unexplored. Every NPC and interactive area was like a tiny little puzzle piece that helped you understand why the citizens of Naporia were currently so uneasy. As any kingdom would be with literal wolves crossing their border to wreck the whole countryside.

Though you had to admit the core mystery of the game was quite an overused trope… The conflict started off with an attack on the royal family of Romula- The Queen had died with countless others that night, but the newborn heir had never been found. It was apparent that the attack was meant to kill all the royals in Romula.

But the king had left that night to procure a special medicine for his wife and their child- it was by pure luck that the king survived the attack. Unknowingly leaving before the disaster ever occurred.

For months after the event the King searched for every possible sign that could lead to him finding the group behind the attack on his family.

Unfortunately there were no telling signs, whoever had done this made sure that everyone who knew something would never live long enough to speak out against their group. And the guilty whether forced or through their own administration would always be found dead via poison.

And due to this, grief began to change the great king into something that was a hollow husk of his former self… Every person of power on the continent knew this and took a step back in fear of his anger.

Naporia however was the only country willing to step up and face the brute head on… It was shortly after the council of Naporia sent diplomats to Romula did it become evident peace was not going to be an option. Every one of the diplomats were allowed to send off one letter to their families and the ROyal family of Naporia, before they were sent to the dungeons.

It became evident to the Queen, that the grieving king whose tether to reality was thin at best, somehow came to the conclusion that the neighboring monarchy had something to do with the death of his wife and the disappearance of his child. Which was an odd conclusion to come to. Naporia was a country that was actually on quite good terms with Romula. In fact it had been the only country to turn a blind eye to the true nature of the werewolves and allow open trade. (And that had no relation to the fact that the countryside of Romula was always so very rich in silver).

The war between the two countries had started shortly after that. And while Naporia had lost a great many men and resources it had not lost its stronghold on the land. Though the many ruins left in the country's wake suggested otherwise.

It was nothing in comparison to the damage Romula was reduced to. The once great kingdom seemed to be nothing more than a wilderness state with very few strongholds. It seemed likely without proper leadership the kingdom would never be able to rise to its former glory.

Despite that fact the former King was still just as vicious as ever. And he always seemed to escape any hunters that were sent to capture him.

Part of the game's main mechanic was sending the hero out to find the evidence that would prove the crown's innocence in this unresolved matter. And this meant that you, the player, were a detective of sorts.

Though you were only given a handful of days to try and solve the mystery before another attack happened.

During your first play through pretty quickly you felt like you had gathered enough evidence to prove Naporia’s innocence and immediately went to face the Mad king.

But during that fight you quickly came to the conclusion this game was a lot harder than you first realized.

It didn't matter what evidence you could find throughout the game. It always ended the same once the knight came across the final boss. The knight would try and reason with the king, but no evidence was substantial enough-

The king held on to his conviction and nothing could stop him from showing the knight the full extent of his wrath.

The final boss music would soon be blaring through the tv's stereo and for the first time in all of your hours playing the game you were frightened.

Within a few minutes of the boss fight your character would be down to the last of their health, you then would have to rely on potions to stay alive.

There was no special attack combo or magical spell that could save the heroic red knight. Your character would quickly die- And then you would have to restart from the beginning of the game. Speed running, trying to find that missing piece of evidence that would make the mad king listen long enough until your companions arrived to deliver the final blow in the fight.

It didn't matter how hard you would grind to level up the hero- or find the missing details. Your failure seemed inevitable but you didn't want to give up just yet.

But this happened over and over and over again… Your sisters didn't understand why you were so restless all of the sudden. It was unlike you-

You truly tried to not have this fact discourage you in the slightest. It turns out you were a lot more stubborn about winning than you have ever thought yourself to be.

You even kept a notebook full of notes and tips for the speed run, with all the symbols across your notebook that your parents jokingly referred to as your grimoire.

Despite all your efforts your attempts of beating the game were permanently halted. A few months later, your older adopted siblings had been arguing. Quite terribly about whose turn it was to play- which wasn't the best thing for your adoptive parents to return home to. Especially after the long days they worked.

And reasonably so, your adoptive parents told everyone that there would be no games until the fighting stopped. But it hadn't, so that had been the end of everyone playing any game on the console.

For months after that you remained absolutely unconsolable. To you it had been so much more than just a game. It felt at times more tangible than your own reality. You adored the pixel art and all the melancholy that the game held.

For the first time in your life you felt as if you belonged somewhere.

Though years later you were certain it was just your overactive imagination that kept you so attached. Eventually you had forgotten all about your favorite game. An adult life meant you were too busy working to take care of yourself. Let alone reminisce about your past hobby…

Or at least that was what your mindset had been until very recently. With your birthday just around the corner you have been mulling over all the things you sort of regret about your life… And with how hard you were working you deserved to have at least one thing you could look forward to coming home to.

And now that you have 'grown up' money, surely getting the game and the console wouldn't be difficult as long as you were willing to put a good chunk of money down.

Unfortunately everything currently listed in ebay seemed like an obvious fake copy- which you passed on.

But after searching for months you finally had found a copy in decent shape! It was in an vintage rummage sale of all places-

If you didn't know any better, it seemed like this game was waiting here for you to find it. Right in the middle of the comically misplaced between the possibly toxic but beautifully vibrant green vases.

Fate seemed to finally be smiling down upon you and for once you felt like things were going to get better for you.

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Upon booting the system up, nostalgia cuts you deep- and you are delighted by the retro pixel art. Stunned by the musical soundtracks but much to your surprise it seems there are a few details you forgot about the game entirely.

The town didn't seem as lively as you once remembered. And the

graphics now are also less impressive than you remember them being. Which is normal for a retro game. But worry settles in your heart all the same. Nostalgia may have blinded you before but you are so sure that this isn't the same game you had played in your childhood.

You can't even get past the first guard on your way out of the village…

Which is embarrassing because you had played this sequence a thousand times before- it had been the easiest part of the game.

With just one blow you should have been able to defeat the guard.

But now it felt more impossible than ever to even think about beating this game.

For an hour you try to find a way to get past the guard but nothing works- he always finds you.

By now your frustrations were now at a boiling point. If you were a more violent person, smashing the system would feel like a logical thing to do. Instead of doing that, you turn it off, place the game back in its case and head back to your bedroom defeated and so, so angry.

This game HAD to be mocking you at this point. Waiting for you to go mad from the sheer stupidity and insanity of the situation.

Despite how much time had passed you still knew your way around every maze- what potions would give your characters the best stats. And most importantly what weakness every monster held. Getting at least to the dreadful werewolf King should have been possible.

Maybe you simply were never meant to beat this game, you think slipping under your covers. Unsure of even trying again would make you feel better. It was a rather pathetic way to end your birthday... You feel even more lost than you did before you decided to find the game.

Your restlessness makes you homesick in the worst of ways possible. Because of all of this you decide to bring out the most valuable thing that belongs to you.

A deep vibrant red blanket was all that you had ever been given from your birth family. Or at least you have always been told so. For all you knew the agency could have handed this sort of thing out to all the abandoned kids.

The intricate embroidery on the blanket suggests otherwise. It had been made by hand- with no doubt hundreds of hours put into this piece alone.

And right now more than ever you feel like you need to have it right by you. A protective barrier was all that you had to save you from such a dark and cruel night.

You lightly trace over the embroidery of silver flowers and moon phases until the empty feeling in your chest is barely noticeable. That doesn't mean your thoughts don't keep you up for a few hours more though.

Eventually you fall asleep before you can begin to cry over this bittersweet birthday.

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Something you can't really explain happens, and in your dreams the game you have been obsessing over for ages has finally come to life. Instead of viewing the game's world through pixels beyond the tv's static- your mind has created something so much more tangible than all of that.

Everything is just like you always have imagined it to be. You know instinctively that there is only one place in the game you could be right now: you are sitting in a tavern somewhere in the Ghostly Hollow. And somehow the food here has never smelled so wonderful to you before. Your mouth waters at all the scents, the warm buttery bread rolls and roasted duck especially smells divine to you.

When you look around you can recognize a few of the tavern patrons. You can't remember any of their names though-

But if your forgetfulness is the only price you have to pay for such a dream- you are undoubtedly a lucky bastard.

You are not left waiting for long without service, soon the tavern maid brings you the house special.

Her smile is infectious, with

as if she's done this for you a thousand times before.

"And here I was thinking my best customer wasn't ever coming back".

This must be the line she gives everyone- but it still feels personalized just for you.

If the idea of adventure didn't entice you so vigorously you might have just been content with staying in this town forever. At least you could trust that your plate would always be full and that you would have decent company. Alas that isn't the genre of your favorite game.

"Are there any new quests?". You ask, happy to play along with your dream for now. You will have so much of the land to explore before you awake- Briefly you wonder what would happen if you tried to beat the game in this dream.

But the tavern maid doesn't give away anything she knows.

Instead she patiently waits for payment upfront, you wonder how many adventurers have run off without paying. So without much of a choice of how to go forward you give her one of the very few coins that you happen to be carrying.

Her mood becomes a little more genuine after that.

“Have you heard of any jobs lately Marina?”.

"There's a town just south of here- it's overrun with those damned beasts. If you get rid of the wolves, I'm sure the mayor will pay you handsomely if you manage to get rid of them all". She tells you with a wink leaving you to finish your meal.

Soon you leave the tavern and head down a familiar path that should lead you to the next town over. Completely unaware of who is waiting for you there.

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borrower au P2 // small yet heavy is your heart.

Summary: Kara gets stuck on the watch tower duty with only you for company. It goes better than she honestly expected it would.

WC: 2.4K

part one

Comments and tags are always appreciated! Let me know your thoughts and who you would like to see show up potentially in part 3 🍀

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After a long term deep space mission the last place anyone had wanted to be was stuck on the watchtower. It usually wasn't the worst job to be assigned. But it still was such a pain, to be stuck in space when all anyone craved was to return to earth.

Being a part of a team meant drawing the shortest straw was a high possibility. And while Kara wasn't exactly used to all the team work- she was at least willing to try it out at least for her cousin's sake.

So she was fine with picking up a few more hours stuck in space, but she still couldn't let go of the apprehensiveness she was currently feeling. Guarding the base was easy enough. The hard part came when checking in on you…

While your previous actions were nothing to write home about in the beginning of your villainous career- You still proved to be a threat whenever the right moment presented itself. And Kara knew this better than anyone. As much as she hated to recall it she had been captured by you during her first year of being Supergirl. And it wasn't a pleasant experience to say the least… Being hit with kryptonite never was an easy thing to deal with- especially when she had already gotten fairly hurt in the fight against another villain.

And in the chaos you had exploited her weakness, stealing the kryptonian away when no one was looking. All of that was just so you could get the answers no one else in the universe was aware of. It didn't bother you- to ask a thousand questions to the injured kryptonian.

Her pain and discomfort meant nothing to you. The only thing on your mind was to further whatever evil scheme you had been setting up.

And no one had even noticed Kara had been missing- which was sort of her own fault… Meaning there was no one coming to save her. Let alone anyone aware she hadn't run off to cool down again. So for hours Kara was stuck with you. And despite your cruelty in this entire situation, once you got your answers you let Kara go.

The answers you gained certainly had fueled whatever evil experiments you were performing. Which was not ideal by any means.

But it still wasn't the worst situation she had been placed in. Even if the rest of the league was severely disappointed in her for what had happened.

Her current situation right now seemed to take the cake… Anger was something that Kara always had tried to keep intact.

With those beady little eyes of yours staring right back, Kara knew that this was going to be a long night. And right now the glass cage doesn't feel like enough of a barrier between the two of you.

She knows it's wrong to put all this hate into a creature that's not even half her size, but she really can't help it. Because Kara has seen your previous actions- she's even read all of your files.

The hope that you could be redeemed had long since died after you kidnapped her. It didn't matter if you looked all soft and sweet now-

You were a villain and once you regained your previous form or memories you would be a potential threat again.

With the base being empty there were only so many tasks she could complete in order to avoid you- currently the kitchen area seemed like the best place to linger for now.

But having super hearing makes ignoring the sounds coming from you that much more difficult.

Kara knows you most likely are unaware she can even hear the quiet sounds you are making. It's mainly soft trills and small attempts at speech, though it's clearly more of a mimicking sound than an actual attempt.

You have been practicing for hours and not even one 'hello' has been properly said. So while it's nothing that needs to be updated in your files she still listens in. More perplexed than anything, unable to place why the sounds you are making sound so familiar.

She eventually comes to linger in the doorway of the room you are in, trying to remember where she had heard that sound before.

It takes her longer than she would ever admit to remember that she's only ever heard such a thing on her home planet.

The sound was present for every sunrise that Krypton had ever known. It came from a peculiar

avian species, earthlings called their world's equivalent birds.

Kara had not been able to see the similarities at first- on Krypton; none of the creatures had been so small. And birds were not only too small, but incapable of such wonderful songs.

It seemed to be another one of the thousand little things about Krypton she thought would be lost to her memories-

Yet here you were singing just the same way with multiple frequencies that only Kara could hear right now.

Nostalgia cuts deep, Kara tears up but the moment is quickly gone once she realizes you have been watching her. Your singing has long stopped- but there still is an echo in the base so it carries on.

Your face was now pressed against the glass, and your tail was flicking back and forth in a counterclockwise motion.

Kara will undoubtedly come to regret what she does next but feeling vulnerable never sat right with her. And with those complicated feelings she had towards you- it seemed like you couldn't help but to taunt her even like this. Her anger gets the best of her, she finally snapped.

“Do you have to really make it a point to taunt me even when you are the one locked inside a cage?".

She kept glaring at you, though you didn't seem to understand a word Kara was saying. Eventually you managed to take the hint.

With you turned away and no longer facing Kara- She could see clearly now how there was a droop to your ears and tail, it was uncharacteristic. And it was undoubtedly her fault. You make it a point to ignore every apology Kara attempts to make.

It seemed emotional intelligence wasn't something this version of you lacked. Despite what all of the other league members claimed.

She mulls over her thoughts for the rest of the night. More hung up now after she finally lets herself think about what had happened earlier.

There had to be something she could do to properly show regret for her you- in a way that you would actually accept. But nothing comes to her mind easily. And to make her feel even more guilty, you still sing a variation of the song Kara had so strongly responded to for the rest of the evening.

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When it's time to feed you all Kara needs to do is follow the very clear instructions. She takes out the small orange container labeled with your name in the fridge and takes it back to the room you are in.

There are numerous cut up fruits and vegetables, Kara gives you a mix of the two just as instructed but you don't touch any of it.

But it seems you have gotten tired of whatever it was they had been feeding you. But Kara thinks that eventually you will give in to eating your dinner. But time passes and you simply don't. Instead you make more attempts at speech to Kara.

Which on one hand meant she was somewhat forgiven, but on the other that also meant you were likely not going to eat since you haven't already. Which was concerning- but Kara was beginning to suspect you were a lot more intelligent than any of the others had first thought. And placing herself into your very tiny metaphorical shoes, suspected you were just tired of only eating these basic fruits and vegetables without any change.

Everyone had assumed you had the intelligence of a ‘mouse’ now. Which if you were in your right state of mind would think was rather insulting.

So as much as she wanted to dislike you- Kara knew better than anyone what it was like to feel like you were alone in the universe with only monsters and 'aliens' surrounding you. Given your current state all you had was to peer out of your glass cage.

It was likely you didn't remember anything or anyone you once knew. The very least she could do for you was to give you something else to eat.

And once Kara found something that she thought you would like she returned to your room.

Your ears perked up immediately, your ability was nothing close to superhuman hearing but you were more aware than most beings.

Kara's footsteps at least were at least recognizable to you-

Your tail was flickering back and forth- with no rhyme or reason. Maybe you already knew she had something to give you.

She broke off a part of a cookie she had taken earlier and set it down through the hatch of your cage. Kara was a little surprised by how quickly you take it.

First you took a small sniff at the foreign item- and after looking back at the cookie and Kara a few times, you finally had decided it was edible.

You still take a small and tentative bite. Almost immediately your pupils now had become twice the size they had previously had been.

The effects it does to your body are also immediate- the small green leaf that makes up the very top of your tail becomes even more vivid.

Naturally you appear a little healthier than she has ever seen you, which doesn't fully make sense. You had been eating enough fruit- the sugar from that should have been more than enough to satisfy and keep your health in check.

Kara may come from a family of scientists but she never fully was interested in it. She has no pool of knowledge to help her explain this phenomenon occurring right in front of her.

She knows she will have to fill out some paperwork and let the scientists handle the research. That takes more time than she can patiently wait though-

And so curiosity gets the better of Kara. She goes back to the kitchen looking for small sugar cubes.

After giving you two pieces of sugar, you surprisingly had not devoured them both in a few bites this time.

The first is eaten quickly- your pupils wide and once you are done, you thank Kara with a delightful chirp.

The second sugar cube you take and store in the corner of the glass cage. You carefully wrap it in some paper that no one is sure how you have got your hands on-

Storing it away for a rainy day it seems.

She would have to remember that the key to your heart could only be earned via a sugar rush.

For a short while you attempt to converse with Kara in numerous ways- but much to your obvious displeasure nothing is understood by the kryptonian.

Eventually you seem to be tired out, and after doing some of your night routine you head off to your little moss bed. Wrapped in a tiny warm blanket you quickly fall asleep and Kara goes to check on the watch towers vitals.

You were a lot more docile than the others had given you credit for. Kara honestly wouldn't mind getting stuck on watch tower duty a few more times….

-

The next time Kara gets to watch you she sneaks a few more snacks she thinks you'll like onboard to the watchtower. And just like before you carefully stored away half of the perishable foods- this time she also brought some pecans. It wasn't quite the same, but once on Krypton such a thing was once a gift freely given between friends.

A sign of prosperity for the bond to grow even stronger with the many years to come.

And while you couldn't possibly know about that part of Kara's culture you still are so grateful for the gift.

The moment is ruined when Kara hears very quiet foot steps coming towards this room.

"I wouldn't get so close to the little gremlin Kara- that thing might just bite off your finger".

Still she didn't think he was here to make himself known. In her very short time with the league the bats never failed to remind her of a certain militaristic family from her home planet.

(Although if Kal trusted them that couldn't possibly be true- she knew this but still Kara had her worries).

"You think I can't handle one little bite?". She sarcastically asks.

Nightwing wasn't on the current schedule list for the watch- but the bats were sneaky. She knew he most likely came to check in on your situation while Batman and the others were currently on a mission in another universe.

No one really knew why Batman and Wonder woman were so adamant in you being the league's top priority.

In comparison to other villains you weren't in Kara's opinion even a minor threat. Even back when you kidnapped her, it wasn't like you had beaten her in the battle. Someone else had already done that for you and you simply took advantage of that factor.

She had no doubts that if it came down to it, you would lose against whoever you declared to be your nemesis. So why two founding members of the Justice League were adamant in your threat level was odd to say the least.

To Kara dreams likely would never be fully realized- especially now with how small you were.

Though that could change at any moment.

And admittedly like this you were a lot more more endearing, but that didn't change who you truly were. And it was only a matter of time before any positive thoughts and feelings she had to you would have to become neutral. And if you decided to do something extreme neutrality would soon be forced into something a lot less kind than that.

It was a sad but true possibility.

"Just don't stay up too late". Kara suggested before leaving the man to his own devices. Though they both knew that Nightwing wasn't only here to continue on with being your watch guard.

She almost stopped a good distance away to listen in to whatever Nightwing was doing but decided against it.

The quicker someone found answers about your current condition the faster she wouldn't have to worry about her conflicted feelings.

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Kinito.

...Dad...nito.

...YANDadnito.

The visions...

-Idea came from Loujestrous325 go check her out.

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Hi💜💜💜

Firstly I just wanted to say that I loved your writing, it's very good and I loved the story you wrote about the human father and the monster son, I would like part 2 of this story if it wasn't too much trouble (of course only if you want to do it)

What’s this, a part 2?

Yeah, it’s a part two. 

Joey and Tim back at it again.

Warnings (Let me know if I need to add any): Mention of force-feeding, mention of bondage, mention of “Joey”!Reader’s horns are filed down, mention of “Joey”!Reader getting muzzled, infantilization(?)

It’s been a few months since you were adopted by Tim, and the first few weeks with him were rough, to say the least. Any chance you got, you’d either bite, headbutt, and scratch him, or you’d make a break for it. This led to him having to file your horns down after one of them nicked his cheek and putting a muzzle on you after you bit him so hard he had to get stitches. Tim wasn’t happy about it at all.

He wasn’t happy about having to force-feed you, either. He didn’t know why you wouldn’t eat the meals he made you. Tim made sure to include everything since he didn’t know what your species ate. Meats, seafood, dairy, grains, greens, fruits…you either wouldn’t eat it or would find a way to cough it up. Tim had to settle on making you drink smoothies and protein shakes.

“I hate doing this to you. You’re not an animal, sweetness. Stop making me treat you like one.” He’d say, rubbing your head gently as he tried to help you fall asleep. It would’ve been nice had your arms and legs not been tied together with rope. “Anyone else would treat you like one, but I don’t. I know you’re sentient enough. You’re not a dog. Just work with me, okay?”

“I’m doing so much for you, you have no idea. Can you even fully understand me? Probably not. I wonder what that’s like- well, I kind of can. It’s been a while though.”

Begrudgingly, you did. You stopped lashing out and let him feed you food that wasn’t put through the blender. You pay attention when he reads you stories and shows you those silly things on his “phone.” Tim called them “educational videos,” leaving out the fact that they were targeted at pre-schoolers and elementary school kids. You fight the urge to run whenever he has you trace the cursive prints in the writing workbooks he bought.

Tim is especially understanding whenever you voice your hatred for math with hisses and growls during the middle of a problem. It was easy at first- adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing…and then fractions and decimals came in. Once you got the hang of reading and writing, Tim enrolled you in online classes. “Remember to put on those contacts I got you,”  He’ll say at least ten minutes before your first class starts.

Unlucky for you, Tim works from home as a translator, so that means no escape attempts during the day. He changed up the lock to your bedroom so it locks from the outside and nailed your window shut. “I’m really sorry sweetness, I don’t trust you entirely just yet.” Tim had explained. “It’s fair, right? You don’t completely trust me, and I don’t completely trust you to not run away.”

Today’s different. Much to his surprise, you’ve curled up into his side, watching as he translates a book into French. Tim’s surprise melts into pure joy. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as he works. 

“What’d you learn today?” Tim asks, gaze shifting back to his laptop screen. “How genes work,” You reply simply. “It made me wonder who my sire is. I take after them more.” 

Tim hums in reply. “You’re a funky little guy, I’ll give you that.” He says, gently scratching your head, fingers running through your…mane? Hair? He doesn’t know what to call it. “Does your species have a name?” Tim asks, sounding genuinely curious. You shake your head.

“My parent never told me much about my “species.” We just are, I guess. That and to stay away from others because they’ll try to kill me.” You say.

“Like bears?” Tim assumes. You can only shrug. “Probably. How do bears behave?” He shuts his laptop. “Alrighty, documentary time,” Tim says, getting up to put his laptop away. 

“What about your job?” You ask, sitting up on the couch. “No need to worry. I’m almost done and I could use a break, anyway.” He answers dismissively, plugging the device in to charge on the counter. Walking back over to you, Tim grabs the TV remote off the coffee table and turns it on. Opening up some streaming service, he turns on a nature documentary and sits down next to you.

“Isn’t this nice?” Tim asks. “Sure,” you offer, reaching up to feel your horns. They’re coming back in, slowly but surely. Tim promised that he wouldn’t file them down again unless you tried to hurt him again. Which is fair. He takes notice of your movements, expression turning apologetic. 

On the TV, the narrator observes a herd of zebras. “...Is it still a firm no?” You pipe up. Tim lets you have online friendships with the other kids in your classes, but won’t let you see them in person. “On meeting up with Shay and Lucas?” 

Tim sighs. “Sweetness, you know it’s dangerous. Other humans aren’t accepting like I am, and I don’t want you to be taken away and prodded at by scientists. You’re a person, not an-” “-Animal. I know.” You cut him off irritatedly. 

“Hey,” He says, tone softening. “...How about this. You can meet up with them, but I come with you. Deal?” 

“Is that the only option I have?” You ask. “Mhm,” Tim hums.

“Fine. Deal.”

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I'm taking advantage of my break to catch up on asks instead of writing an essay. No regrets. As always, criticism is welcome.

May I just say, you're looking divine today. Have you ever had a fruit bowl before? You should try it.

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You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

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some art I did for a fanfic

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we should talk more about cities that are vampires. cities that are cold and wet and sink into your bones and stay there. cities that are hungry and want to live. dead cities that dont know they're dead and suck the life force of their people to maintain the delusion. cities with harbors that are actually mouths; one-way entries. cities that are devastatingly lonely and see consumption as love

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Rewatching the Batman 2007 show and my God. (Spoilers)

Firefly/Phosphorus (Garfield Lynns) is giving older brother vibes. Head-ruffles, teasing comments, rough-housing older brother. He's rough but he's a softie. He's doing all of this for you. ...And Blaise when she shows up in the future.

He's distraught after the whole Phosphorus ordeal. He can't leave his cell or he'll start overheating again. He'll get so hot he can't touch anything without damaging it. Damaging you. He'll start sinking into the Earth- he'd get so hot he could destroy Gotham entirely-

Destroy you.

He misses you. He misses Blaise. ...Mostly you, though. No more ruffling your hair or engaging in sibling rough-housing. Who's even taking care of you? Who's making sure you do your homework and eat something?

He needs to get out of here but he needs to stay in here. He's a danger to you but he misses you. There's no Deux Ex Machina for him. He's stuck like this and there is no chance for a cure.

Do you see the vision?

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Sorry about the absence, asks will be done eventually. Here’s some facts about the Dads' while we wait:

Dark Web Dad and Werewolf Dad are the kind of dads that build pillow forts. One joins his kid in the den, the other doesn’t.

Massimo (Vampire Mafia Boss) bakes. I’m talking about the kind of baking you see on Pinterest and Instagram reels. It’s not for him, it’s mostly for his unturned fledglings and kids living in his “territory.”

Holden doesn’t regret turning his fledgling at the age they were at, even though his fledgling will look like a teenager for the rest of their days. 

Micah sings lullabies. They’re either ones he’s made up on the spot or ones his parents used to sing him.

Drider Dad makes dolls out of his silk. If they get damaged he’ll repair them. He also weaves patterns as a hobby.

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AAAA TYTYTY LAIN YOU'RE THE BEST

Long post incoming

1. Mostly "unpopular" books/Manga and book series', like the original Interview With The Vampire series and AKIRA. (Book Lestat literally says "I am like a mother...I want a child!")

2. Character driven! They're the ones who make the story and really "tell" it and "act out" the plot they were placed in.

3. I remember reading these comics the creator of Amulet made. One was of this place where everyone was forced to be happy. The two characters ran away while the "ruler" begged them to come back because he wanted them to be happy.

4. Don't feel like I did a good job with my post with him but I love writing for Miguel O'Hara. Haven't written for my other 'blorbos' (Guzma and Tetsuo are two of them) yet but I'll get there.

5. Drawing and getting out with friends.

6. I don't know if others would consider some of them "platonic yandere-coded," here's a list: Knockout (TFP), Venom (Marvel), The Riddler (DC), Mad Hatter (DC), and Pythor [Ninjago].

7. Horror tropes like monsters, and humans being the bad guys.

8. "What's it called when limbs are cut off," I forgot the word "Amputation."

9. I haven't written any trope that I haven't wanted to write...I think if I did, probably soulmates or omegaverse (romantic/platonic)

10. Romantic fics that aren't just smut. Also slice of life. It's the little things that show connections.

11. Mostly the age and how people "reader's" age would react to the situation they're in, especially considering the circumstances. Like in my most recent fic with young "reader" and their dad. Or my monster "reader" and Tim.

12. Angst. No comfort. As for dynamics "Mean/Sweet" "Cold/Warm" that kind of thing.

13. Platonic yandere mom characters. I'm guilty of it- I've only written one platonic mom character. The majority are older brothers/dads.

14. OC's/Concepts. I find them easier to write because I created them, so I know how their brains work and whatnot. I am trying to write fandom characters more. Just gotta get better at character analysis...

15. Body horror. Psychological. Also Supernatural. Skinamarink, Evil Dead Rise, US, and The Thing (1988) my beloved

16. Monster/Fantasy AU!

17. Slice of Life.

18. Mentioned earlier- Soulmates, Omegaverse, and Mystery. Haven't read a good interesting Mystery book once and the other two are self-explanatory.

19. Platonic Yan being abusive...it'd work well story-wise, but it makes me feel icky.

20. Stories I've read. other fic writers, and music.

Ask Game For Platonic Yandere Writers

(I just realized today there probably weren't any ask games related to platonic yanderes so I threw some questions together for everyone! You don't have to be a writer or tagged to share your thoughts or join in on some discussions though! This is free for anyone to use ^^ im tagging a lot of people I know write for platonic yanderes but don't feel pressured to use this if you don't want to! )

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1. What favorite media of yours do you wish would make its way into the fandom space?

2. Do you prefer writing something that is plot or character driven?

3. Do you remember what media it was that showed you something adjacent to the platonic yandere trope for the first time?

4. Namedrop your favorite blorbo’s to write for

5. When you are not writing what do you enjoy doing?

6. Do you have any beloved platonic yandere coded characters from your childhood?

7. What is your favorite dynamic / trope to write about?

8. What is the last thing you had to research that's related to your writing?

9. If you had to pick one trope to never write again what would it be?

10. What are some of your favorite non yandere related media that inspires your writing?

11. How do you approach writing a ‘reader’/ first person pov?

12. What is your favorite dynamic / trope to read?

13. In your opinion, what is the most underrated thing when it comes to the platonic yandere genre?

14. Do you prefer writing original characters or fandom based characters?

15. What horror elements do you enjoy including in your fics?

16. Do you have a favorite au or concept to write about?

17. What is your preferred secondary genre to write in for your stories? (Mystery, slice of life, fantasy, modern and so on)

18. What is something you usually don't enjoy reading/writing outside of platonic yandere fics?

19. Do you have a story idea you think of often but don't truly want to commit to writing it?

20. Where do you look for inspiration for your works?

Tagging : @c0ld0utside @yanderes-galore @blughxreader @floatyflowers @yandere-fixation @lovelyyandereaddictionpoint @yan-batgirl @honey-minded-hivemind @klemen-tine @gotham-daydreams @lovelybrooke

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quite frankly I'm a little ashamed to not have talked about any of my yandere Harvey dent ideas...he's literally one of my fav blorbo's 😔😔 So I have got to change this fact tonight !! 💜💙

Idea dump down below 👇

♡ while Harvey had always wanted to be a good dad, his life hadn't gone according to the simple plan of a perfect white picket fence life. Despite that fact, he was there every step of the way when you were born/adopted..

For the first six or so years in fact, he is very hands on when it comes to his family. and he almost always spends all of his free time with you. And while sure- he knows he can be a going a little overboard with the dozens of costumes or cereal handmade just for you Harvey enjoys every moment of being your dad. In fact it helps him come to terms with his own terrible childhood to some extent.

But the closer time came to the accident, he became a little more distant from the family. Understandably With other matters and worries troubling him. And when the infamous day finally happened it had torn your family apart- Harvey leaves before you get the chance to see the damage done to his body.

Shame, fear and anger overcomes him entirely- and it shows in his debut as two face. He thinks this is what his true life's purpose was always to amount to this...

Ofc he is lying to himself but he really believes this- and for the time it is safer for him to stay far away from you. So with him getting adjusted to his new life style he doesn't exactly forget about you- he sometimes calls or leaves letters for you (he doesn't say anything though! There's just a lot of money sent to you right after...) the guilt is there it just isn't as heavy as the quick dopamine he gets following through his dark side.

His yandere side truthfully doesn't kick off until he pisses off the wrong guy and spirals this sentiment across all the thugs of gotham:

"A coin has two sides, isn't it only fair we make the kid finally grow into their fathers face?".

The papers absolutely go wild- there's crude drawings and mocking insults referring to you as the 'the baby two face'

And yeah once Harvey sees this he isn't stopping until every crook knows that to even think that is a good reason to lose some limbs. And that's what it takes to happen for your dad to finally ask you out to dinner to catch up lol

Also the readers godfather is ofc Bruce Wayne and when they aren't spending time with your parent you are spending time with Bruce's herd of children.

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Yoo I love all of your storys!!!!!!!! There are never enough platonic yanderes so thank you :)))

um anyways can I have this Idea for a super scary dark wed guy that is really really feared but is like a total softy with is kid like one moment he about to kill someone for idk saying a mean thing abt his child and when reader walks in he’s like yeah we were about to play hide and seek why don’t you go hide :)

I’m so sorry if this is confusing I never really ask anything and I’m kinda scared lol you obviously don’t have to write anything and please take care of yourself! <3

SORRY FOR GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES

Assuming “wed” is “Web”

Dark Web Dad. Let’s go. 

This one is short and light, reader is ~8 years old

Warnings: Shouting, mention of dismemberment at the end

Your dad has a lot of weird rules involving the basement. 

Never go into the basement.

Don’t bother him while he’s in the basement.

If you hear something moving around in the basement, let him know.

If someone (who isn’t him) comes out of the basement, don’t let them see you. 

Add-on to rule number four: If you can tell him that someone came out of the basement, do so.

Those were the “big” rules involving the basement. Four had to be edited because when you were a tot, you kept running away from your dad when he came out of the basement. He still laughs about it to this day. 

You wonder if your dad will laugh about this, too. You hope he will because you’ve seen him angry, and it always left you shaking and crying in your room. He always apologized about it afterward because it, “wasn’t your fault, love.” He didn’t mean to get so loud and scary. Your dad makes it up to you in any way that he can: Ice cream, dress-up, movie nights, story time…

Would this count as your fault?

It’s the middle of the night and you couldn’t sleep, so you mustered up your courage and raced down the hallway. Unfortunately, your dad wasn’t in his room. Or home, judging by the missing keys that he usually keeps on his bedside table. So you left his room to run back to yours-

Only to hear a door open. Followed by footsteps. 

“Dad?” Maybe he was working late in the basement. You hurried downstairs, expecting to see your dad. Instead, you see a complete stranger in front of the basement. Not your dad. Well, you didn’t exactly break rule number five since he isn’t here, but you did break rule number four. 

When you’re suddenly grabbed by the stranger, you scream. “Shhhhh- shhh, he’ll hear us.” The stranger hisses, dragging you into your dad’s room. They usher you into the walk-in closet and hide you in the corner. 

“Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. We don’t want him to find us,” They say, hiding in the opposite corner behind the clothes on the hangers. Oh, you think. We’re playing hide and seek! You love this game, your dad always has a hard time finding you. 

Your thoughts are cut off when you hear the front door unlock and open. Your dad’s home, sighing and moving around downstairs. He pauses for a second, and then he’s moving around the house quickly. He calls out for you, sounding panicked. “Honey? Honey, where are you?” 

You can’t answer. You’d lose the game? You gasp when you hear your dad curse, and the stranger shushes you promptly. They pause. “Wait, are you-” 

The door slams open and your dad flicks on the light, spotting you. Ignoring the knife in his hand, you get up and run over to him, giggling. He pulls you into his arms, dropping the weapon and letting out a relieved sigh. ”There you are…did Daddy’s…friend see you?” When you nod, his grip tightens. 

“Well, honey, since we’re playing with more than two people, you’re a seeker too since I found you. Do you know where they are?” 

You point to the other corner and your dad lets out an observant hum. “I’m so sorry honey, my friend and I were playing downstairs and they broke something, so I had to go to the store.” He says, thrusting his hand into the stranger’s hiding spot and dragging them out. They start to kick and scream and cry for help, startling you. 

“Whoops- forgot to mention they’re a sore loser. Go back to bed, honey. Daddy will be there in a moment. He just needs to send his friend home.”

He doesn’t mention that his friend has multiple homes, or that they’ll be going in pieces. 

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Warning: This is the ending of the fic.

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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Epilogue : 𝓘𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓪

"What has gotten your pretty little head so worried, doll ?" Curiously asked her father as they were feasting.

She lifted her head, startled by his question. Shrugging, she said : "Nothing important, I just..."

Her fathers fixed their gaze on her, awaiting an explanation. Uncertain of how to express herself, she opted to play with the mashed potatoes on her plate, sensing their confusion mirrored in her hesitation.

"I used to have another family," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Mortals," responded her father without care. "We took you in and you have us now."

She bit her lip. While her memories of the time before her turning were becoming slightly blurry, she could still retell the events in moderate detail. With time, her relationship with her sire had mended and her bond with the two older vampires had greatly improved. She couldn't say when she had begun to refer to them as her fathers. Perhaps, it was because of the blond vampire's insistence. His determination must have worn her down with time. (Y/n) had subconsciously learned there was no use arguing with her father; he always found a way to get what he wanted. What was repeated enough often became a reality, and now, (Y/n) was an integral part of their immortal tableau. They were family.

She acquiesced, breaking the somber mood. "Forgive my gloominess."

The atmosphere in the dining room shifted, tension intermingling with the scent of the evening's feast. Then, a shrill scream from upstairs echoed through the ornate halls, a stark reminder of (Y/n)'s penchant for mischief. 

Her father's gaze hardened, a silent reproach conveyed through his piercing eyes. Beside him, her dad sighed, his exasperation apparent. "(Y/n), we've discussed this," he admonished, his voice carrying a weariness that suggested this was not the first time such an incident had occurred.

The young vampire toyed with her food, a nonchalant air about her as if feeding on the tailor was merely an inconvenience to her parents. And it was. Years ago, the mere thought of drinking blood repulsed her. Now, it had become the norm, something that had been instilled within her by Dorian. She placed a finger on her lips, a mischievous smile playing on them. The two older vampires exchanged a glance, a silent communication that spoke of shared exasperation and a need for discipline.

Her father's frustration erupted as he demanded, "What have we said about feeding in the house? Was it the tailor we hired for your new dresses?" The mere thought of a potential delay in her wardrobe seemed to agitate the blond vampire more than the breach of their feeding protocol.

With a nod, (Y/n) confirmed her choice of victim. The consequences of her actions, however, did not weigh heavily on her. She glanced between her fathers with innocent eyes. “I didn’t make a mess.”

"Now, who will finish those dresses?" The blond threw his hands in the air dramaticallly.

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That same evening, once the little mess with the corpse was arranged, the girl still appeared preoccupied. Truth to be told, this feeling wasn't new or sudden. It was something that had lingered within her for years now. It all came to a head tonight. As they were served tea in the living room, (Y/n) eyes lingered on the maid who served them the tea.

She sighed wistfully as the maid departed. The woman was slender, with curves and a mature air around her. (Y/n) reminisced, "I remember when Henrietta was younger. She was twelve when she started working here."

Her dad raised an eyebrow as he lifted his head from the journal he was reading. "Who ?"

She rolled her eyes. "Henrietta, the maid that just left."

Her father hummed disinterestedly, and her dad returned to his journal. Brushing the hair of her doll, Clementine, she commented with a pout, "I wish I were like her."

"Like a servant?" questioned her sire with barely concealed disdain.

"No," she retorted, affronted by the notion. "Like a woman."

A sudden stillness settled in the room as both vampires sharply turned their attention to her. An array of emotions assaulted her – worry, guilt, annoyance, sadness, and resignation. She couldn't discern from whom each emotion emanated. They had discovered soon after her turning that her unique gift was that of empathy – an ability to sense and, with practice, manipulate others' emotions to her liking.

"What do you mean by that?" inquired the dark-haired vampire, lifting his head from his reading.

(Y/n) hugged herself while looking away. "I want to change." She longed for transformation, to break free from the perpetual sameness that defined her immortal existence. Every night, she woke up and walked up to her mirror to observe the same unchanging face. 

When she was turned, she hadn’t even been made aware that this would change her normal growth. Later on, she simply understood it would slow it, which would explain the fact her vampiric parents didn’t look different from what they were when she first met them. 

Her dad, with a cold hand on her cheek, reassured her, "You are perfect as you are." However, an undercurrent of guilt accompanied his words.

Swatting his hand away, she clarified, "That isn't the issue."

"Then what is?" asked her sire abrasively. "You shouldn't concern yourself with humans, much less desire to be like them."

"I want to change," she insisted, feeling the weight of her unyielding desire. A tense silence hung in the room as they stared at each other. "When will I?"

Her sire responded coolly, "What I think is that you are having another senseless tantrum. Drop this matter." He dismissed it as he always did every time she even implied something concerning this topic.

"No!" she protested, standing up in frustration. "I can sense that you two are keeping something from me every time I mention this. What is it? I have the right to know."

"You know you aren't allowed to use your gift on us," her sire responded, sidestepping her question. He disapproved of her using empathic powers to discern his emotions.

"Why am I not changing? Why can't I grow older?" she demanded tearfully. "I'm an adult."

"You are not acting like one," her sire rebuked sternly.

"Dorian," her dad interjected while placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ignoring her dad, (Y/n) focused her attention on her sire, anger and desperation bubbling inside her. "You made me like this! You made me into this!"

She hated it so much. This resentment had started to fester inside her ever since the first time she noticed her growth had been altered. It all pulled out at once in a cascade. This wasn't fair.

"Yes," her sire agreed with a challenging smile, stepping forward. "And what you are is nothing but a child. Do not forget that."

In a fit of anger, she screamed before storming out, leaving behind a room fraught with unresolved tension.

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As (Y/n) stormed out, Killian observed her departure with a heavy sigh. Beside him, Dorian collapsed into an armchair, exhaling in exhaustion. A palpable heaviness lingered in the living room, an unsettling aftermath of the emotional outburst.

They should have expected this from the child. It was bound to happen. She hadn't known about the fact they stopped aging once they were turned and they had known she wouldn't react well to it. The two had known that eventually, she would start to ask why she wasn't aging. They both knew it. None of them thought it would be so soon, though. Like any vampire turned at such a young age, she had started to become restless. As her soul aged, her mind remained static, and her body persisted in its perpetual youth. Physically and emotionally, she was trapped in the realm of childhood, yet a part of her knew that something was wrong, that she wasn't meant to stay that way.

"She deserves to know it by now," Killian said, his voice breaking through the gloomy atmosphere. "She will get over it eventually."

Dorian, however, remained silent, his gaze fixed on a distant point, acknowledging that the statement held more of a wish than a genuine assurance. The sounds of porcelain shattering and a commotion emanated from the girl's room, drawing their attention, but neither moved.

"Completely hysterical," Dorian muttered to himself with frustration. "This child has gone completely—"

Their momentary stillness shattered at the sudden, piercing cry of horror that resonated through the house. The gut-wrenching sound struck both vampires to their core. They sprang to their feet, a shared urgency compelling them to rush to her bedroom. Attempting to open the door, they discovered she had barricaded it with an object. Dorian pounded on the door with a sense of desperation.

"(Y/n)," he bellowed, "open this door at once !"

No response came from within, but the cries and the metallic scent of blood permeated through. "(Y/n)," Killian called in a more soothing tone, "please open this door."

Using force, they managed to open the door, the chair strategically placed beneath the knob crashing to the floor. They entered a room in complete disarray, with shards of broken porcelain dolls strewn across the floor. The coffin lay shattered, and the curtains torn. A crimson liquid coated every surface—windows, floors, walls—and (Y/n) herself, who panted heavily while crouching over the lifeless body of the maid she had mentioned earlier.

The maid's form was mutilated, her face and chest bearing the brunt of the savage attack. The room told a tale of unbridled rage; only a person consumed by fury could commit such an act with nothing but broken porcelain shards.

Killing humans wasn't an uncommon occurrence for vampires. Killian, while he avoided partaking in these acts, knew that. He also knew that Dorian and (Y/n) both feasted on humans. Yet, he recognized that this was more than feeding. She hadn't consumed a single drop of the woman's blood—this was an act of brutality, driven solely by her rage and envy. The girl had unleashed her pent-up frustration.

"That is enough !" Bellowed his partner, storming up to the girl and pointing a stern finger at her. "Quit this abhorrent behavior at once !" The force of his words reverberated through the room, cutting through the chaos like a sudden gust of wind.

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She stood defiant, unmoved by his anger, as the fire within her raged stronger than anything external. "What have you done to me?" Her scream echoed through the room, a visceral sound that threatened to shatter the windows.

"I saved you!" Her sire retorted, his own voice rising to match hers. "I saved you from a pathetic human existence, and this is how you repay me!"

"I want to grow! I want to be like them!" She shot back, the two locked in a battle of voices, each trying to outshout the other.

"YOU WILL NEVER GROW!" He finally snapped, the declaration revealing the cold, hard truth.

Stumbling back, she attempted to process his words. "What do you..." Her lip quivered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her dad stepped forward, his voice a regretful whisper. "You were turned at the tender age of twelve. For vampires, time halts at the moment of their turning, passing without taking much note of our kind. We are forever frozen in that moment.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, she croaked, "No... There must be a way to... if I—"

"You will never age," her sire declared with a lack of sympathy that cut through her like a knife.

Clutching her chest, she sank to her knees, realizing the extent of what the vampire had taken from her. He had stolen her family, her humanity, and now, her ability to age.

Somehow, the tears didn't come to her. She had no more tears to cry. (Y/n) was a vampire, a fact she had once thought she had come to terms with. She was destined to feed on mortals to survive. She was destined to never age. Eternally youthful.

In response to her silence, her sire crouched in front of her. "(Y/n)?" He lifted her head to meet his gaze. As her eyes clung to a last sliver of hope, the blond's eyes hardened. "Embrace the essence of your being, and express gratitude that I, in my benevolence, have rescued you from the confines of your mortality."

Her gaze turned to the shattered dolls, and she said to him, "Forgive me," a whisper devoid of emotion. His smile, void of any malice, prompted no anger from her, only a heavy resignation.

"Smile," he urged, wiping blood from her face. “This is a gift, doll.”

She complied, displaying white teeth and sharp fangs. There seemed to be no other recourse in this situation. She could either succumb to tears and rage or find a way to move forward. She had learned to adapt once; after her parents were savagely slaughtered. Then, once again when she had been turned. This would be her third time, and hopefully, her last.

The fragments of porcelain dolls lay scattered like fallen stars across the room, a constellation of broken dreams. Each doll, a silent witness to the tempest of emotions that had swept through. In the midst of this wreckage, (Y/n) stood, a solitary figure amidst a sea of fractured reveries.

The dolls, once delicate and cherished, were now fragments strewn carelessly, much like the promises of a life she had relinquished. The act of breaking those dolls, symbolic as it was, held no real consequence. For (Y/n) understood that she, in this haunting realm, was the only doll that truly mattered. An elegant marionette, navigating a vampiric existence with a façade of poise. A mere doll in this vampiric tableau, expected to wear a smile and play her assigned role.

She refrained from allowing herself to cry or even care anymore, for in caring, she feared she would shatter into irreparable pieces.

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Yup, this is over guys ! Finally done! Took me some time bcuz I went on a trip but here I am with the epilogue! Hope you liked this story and enjoyed it just as much as I did as I was writing it.

While the story is over, I would be happy to answer questions and write more about it if asked. My asks are open so feel free to ask for more on the characters, their backstories that were only briefly mentioned, or even on what-if scenarios to see how some actions could hava affected the ending. ;)

Thank you for reading.

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Happy Birthday!

Birthday

[Yandere Batfam × Gender Neutral! Reader]

[Warnings: Implied-ish Kidnapping, Reader is Restrained, Yandere Implications (?)]

(Happy birthday to me, and whoever reads this too if it's your birthday :]. Something short and sweet for your troubles! Not proofread or really edited.)

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When you finally came to, you couldn't see anything at first. You tried to move, but only found yourself bound to something you couldn’t see. All you could tell was that you were sitting, and that your wrists, along with your ankles, were tied down.

Maybe you’d say something, or even call out to see if anyone was around or could help you, but you didn't. Despite the deafening silence and complete darkness, you could've sworn that there are others in the room with you… wherever you are. Even if you couldn't see them or hear them, and honestly you didn't know if that made things better or worse.

You couldn't say how many of them there are, but it was enough for them to surround you - or maybe it was only one or two people whose presence was enough to make you feel surrounded and suffocating. Though, no matter which turned out to be true, that didn't change the reality of the situation.

You were trapped in a dark room with someone, bound to what felt like a chair, and had no means of escape.

Have you been kidnapped? Or were you still in your apartment, just tied to one of your chairs?

… Again, you didn't know what was worse.

The ropes that held your wrists and ankles burned and dug into your skin when you moved even the slightest bit.

However, you didn't have much of a chance to move anymore before you felt someone place their hands on your shoulders, and slowly pulled you to sit back, as if trying to get you comfortable. Yet it only made you tense and straighten your back, but you didn't dare resist nor look back. Their touch was cold, so much so that you could feel it from under your sweater, but you still tried to not make a peep. 

It was only now did you feel your heart begin to pound against your chest, with sweat beginning to form and slowly roll down from your skull. You could feel what felt like countless eyes on you, and though you couldn't help but shrink under their invisible gaze, you didn't dare move, or even make a sound. You don't think you could bear being the first, especially not with someone's hands still on you.

It was only a moment after, did something break the deafening silence. It sounded like clicking, or a flick of some kind before a small little flame spawn from the darkness, coming from what seemed to be the tip of a long lighter, even if you could barely make it out. 

You watched as the little flame moved, before stopping over what seemed to be the tip of a candle, and stayed there before it lit. Not once did you look away as the little flame jumped from candle to candle, before it was suddenly put out once all the candles were lit. It was only now that you could see that the candles were on top of a cake, one you recognized too well and made your heart drop.

“Happy birthday to you~.” A voice began to sing as the cake was lifted, revealing a sort of blue ‘V’, with the ends almost acting as wings for whatever creature it tried to represent.

The figure began to move, the little flames on the candles revealing more of what laid in the darkness, more things that made the dread inside your chest grow.

“Happy birthday to you~.” The person approached you from the right, revealing four more people as they slowly drew close with each little word and step. Your heart began to race, and your dread only continued to grow. 

The first they passed was someone in a black suit that seemed to hold some kind of silver tray by their side. The only thing you noticed about the second was a brown jacket, and the faintest bit of a red symbol, with the third also wearing a red suit with a cape and black straps along the chest, with some kind of gold symbol with bird where the straps intersected right at the center.

The fourth also had a cape with some red on their own suit, but there was some yellow on the inside of the cape, and you could've sworn you could make out the faintest traces of an ‘R’ patch on the uppermost left area of the chest.

The hands on your shoulders felt heavier somehow as you felt another slow, cold bead of sweat roll down from your head, and trail down to your neck.

“Happy birthday~,” The person holding the cake stepped closer, and you could practically feel them beside you as they placed the cake down right in front of you, their arm nearly brushing against your own.

“Dear~,” Suddenly, a sparkler lit at the end of the table, and it came from the left side this time. Whoever was holding it walked down from the left, and very briefly and faintly could you make out three more people. 

The one holding the sparkler had an outline of a bat along their chest in yellow, with the majority of their suit being covered in black. They passed by someone whose suit was prominently purple, with their cloak covering most of their outfit, and showing they were wearing a hood as well. The last was mostly in yellow, and they seemed to be wearing something more akin to armor, with a reflective bat insignia on their chest as well.

Just how many people were there?

“Y/n~.” The person finally finished, saying your name right in your ear as the sparkler was placed on the cake. The words ‘Happy Birthday, Y/n! Lot's of love, Your Family ♡’ were written in icing on top of the cake, with a bit of smudged icing on top of the words ‘Your Family’, signifying that they had replaced the name that was originally there, and written over it, with little effort put into them even hiding that fact.

“Happy birthday to you~.” They hummed out with a little chuckle, tone happy-go-lucky and much too light for your liking. Especially when you were in a dark room with several people, tied to a chair with your wrists and ankles tightly bound.

Then, you felt someone's breath against your other ear, and when they spoke, their voice was much deeper and gruffer than the person who sung before.

“Go on, make a wish.” 

Chills shot down your spine, and it was only now did you notice the small little blinking red light on the right side of the table, around where the person in the suit stood.

You glanced at the faint lens you could barely make out in the dark, and back at the cake, silently swallowing before you took in a breath, and blew out the candles.

With that, your fate was sealed, and the cake was cut.

Of course, it was your favorite flavor, and made just how you liked it. 

Just like how she always made it.

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Bonus:

One of the candles is a trick candle, and as it relights it sets off a bomb and the room explodes, the end! :]