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To Be Hero X || Yandere Lin Ling 'Nice' x Reader

"You always lie to me, sending me a pitiful message that you would kill yourself if I don't return your love!" you shouted, voice cracking as the storm of emotion finally burst free.

You are Lin Ling's childhood friend, but he has never imagined that when you told him about your stalker, that this stalker would turn out to be Nice.

The one he is impersonating right now.

Well, he can obviously see why Nice is obsessed with you.

Standing In front of him, with tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes spoke volumes about your impression of Nice.

But Lin Ling believes he can be better for you because he simply knows everything about you.

Even if Nice stalked you...yet he didn't grow up by your side and know all your dark secrets if you have any.

"I'm sorry,"

He said softly, voice dripping with false remorse, expertly slipping deeper into the mask of Nice.

"I didn’t mean to scare you. I just love you so much that it hurts."

He almost gagged on the words, but the way your eyes widened, the way your guard wavered, it made it worth it.

He couldn't tell you the truth.

Not when this gave him the excuse to stay close to you.

To be what you needed whether you realized it or not.

"I didn't mean it when I said those things," he continued, voice low, and innocent.

"I just get scared too scared that you will leave me."

"You have a girlfriend!"

"I don't love her, I only love you."

It's true that he loves you more than Xiao Yueqing.

"Our relationship is a contract."

You stay silent, before raising a suspicious eyebrow at him.

"Who are you?"

Your question shocks him, as you come to realise that he is not Nice and the surprised look on the imposter's face confirms it for you.

Lin Ling chuckles nervously, rubbing his neck before spilling the truth.

"This might sound strange, but I'm Lin Ling."

Your pupils dilute in surprise, and disbelief.

"Wait? What? How did this even happen? And what happened to Nice?"

"It's a long story, but he killed himself."

Hearing that, caused you to smile in relief.

"Oh, this is great, I'm finally free!"

However, that's not true at all, because you, dear reader, are unaware of your other stalkers.

...Your other heroic Stalkers

And also you are unaware of Lin Ling's obsession with you.

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Hi, I was wondering if you can do a Dark Male! Maleficent x female reader who is the mother of Aurora?

You were once the beloved of Maleficent, the dark and powerful fae lord, before King Stefan, his closest friend, stole you away, marrying you and making you queen.

When you bear Stefan a daughter, Princess Aurora, Maleficent's betrayed heart turns to vengeance.

He curses the child, ensuring she will die when she pricks her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel before the sun sets on her 16th birthday and dies.

Merryweather softened the curse so she would only fall into a deep sleep instead of dying on her sixteenth birthday unless true love’s kiss breaks the spell.

Your husband assigned three fairies to look after Aurora, and they are Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather.

However, you insisted on going with them to look after your daughter, to which Stefan hesitantly agreed.

One evening, as you gathered herbs near the edge of the forest with Aurora, you felt it, a presence, dark and familiar.

"Does Stefan ever visit?"

The voice echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned slowly, your breath catching as he emerged from the trees

Maleficent.

Taller than you remembered, his horns gleaming like polished onyx, his green eyes glowing in the dim light.

His cloak of raven feathers shifted with every step, the air around him humming with restrained power.

"No," you answered softly, gripping your basket tighter. "He never has."

Maleficent's lips curled into a smirk. "How tragic. To abandon his wife and child… just as he abandoned loyalty."

You swallowed hard. "Why are you here?"

His gaze burned into yours.

"I could ask you the same. You were a queen. Now you live in a cottage, hiding like a common thief."

"I'm protecting my daughter," you snapped.

"From me?" He asks.

His gaze turns to the unaware princess as she happily collects the herbs.

"I could remove the curse."

Your heart fills with hope as you quickly demand what he wants.

"What are your conditions?"

"You know what I want," he said.

Your breath hitched.

"I loved you. Before he ever dared whisper your name. I would have razed kingdoms for your happiness, and yet..." His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

"He took you. Lied to me, made me believe you had chosen him."

Your eyes widened. "That’s not true!"

"Is it not?" he snapped, stepping closer, his voice like thunder beneath his breath.

"He told me you saw me as a monster, that you were frightened of what I was, that you were grateful he saved you.”

"I never said that!" you gasped.

"Stefan… he told me you had left, that you were consumed by darkness and no longer cared-"

Maleficent's eyes narrowed, coming to realise what has happened.

"He poisoned us both."

"I would have chosen you," you admit, voice trembling.

"I did choose you. But when he said you were gone, I-"

He was in front of you now, so close, his scent giving you nostalgia.

His hand lifted, hesitated, then brushed a strand of hair from your cheek, the touch was gentle.

"Then come back to me," Maleficent stares firmly.

"You, leave this hollow life behind, the curse remains unless I lift it. But I will not do so unless I know you are mine again."

"I can't just walk away," you said. "She's his daughter too."

"He does not deserve her," Maleficent said coldly. "And you know it. He has not lifted a finger to protect her. You have. You’ve always been the one.”

Your gaze moves to your daughter, thinking matters over.

"Renounce your marriage to him, and I will make you my wife and I will raise Aurora as my daughter and make her the princess of the Moors."

Now, staring back at the Fae king, you make your decision.

You are ready to sacrifice everything for your daughter's safety.

"As long as you keep your promise and lift the curse I will also keep my promise."

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I saw a post that said that authors do, in fact, like to receive validation. So I would like to say that your writing style is amazing and so is anything you write. Honestly, my favourites have to be your percy jackson series. And for the more recent ones, the Male!Glinda and I swear you had a white king one from alice in Wonderland, but I couldn't find it. When I think of yandere authors, you come to mind. I eat, so well anytime you post, and your work is amazing.🫶🏻

(Also, you are my fav out of all the yandere authors)

Your words are so sweet and also motivate me to write, thank you 🩷🩷🩷

Also here is the link to the White King:

https://www.tumblr.com/floatyflowers/771523855645868032/hi-big-fan-of-your-books-if-your-taking-any?source=share

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hi, I hope you are having a wonderful day/night. May I please request Yandere Alexander the Great finding his darling after they successfully escaped a year prior with another man. Thank you for your time :3.

A year of freedom.

A year of believing you had escaped him forever.

And yet here you were, kneeling at his feet again, staring up at him with your eyes.

Last year, he was a man of twenty, never have you imagined that Alexander would go on a journey to conquer the world after his father's assassination.

"He kidnapped you?"

Alexander already knew the answer but was clearly trying to test if you would sell out your lover and make yourself a victim.

But you don't do that.

"I escaped with him."

Alexander crouched before you, his fingers trailing along your jaw with terrifying gentleness.

His thumb brushed your lower lip, and you flinched as his pupils became dilated.

The ends of his lips slowly move upwards as he raises his eyebrows in amusement.

Yet the way his eyes held back tears spoke volumes.

It made you feel guilty.

"You would rather be his whore?" His voice was soft, almost amused. "Then be my wife?"

You swallowed hard. "I am his wife."

His smile twisted, something dark and possessive flickering in his eyes. "Oh, darling." He leaned in, to whisper against your ear.

"Even if we did not hold a wedding ritual, it does not mean you are not married to me, so how come you are married to another man?"

You stay silent, realizing that Alexander is in denial about you loving another man.

Alexander and you have known each other since childhood, simply because your father was one of his father's commanders.

"Whatever pleases you, I will do it, but please let him go; it's I who manipulated him; he didn't know that I was promised to you."

Your pleading eyes did not soften the Macedonian king's heart.

"There is no reason for you to plead for an already dead man."

A choked sob escaped you, tears spilling over as the reality of your loss crashed down.

You had loved him truly loved him in a way you had never loved Alexander.

Alexander pulls you into his embrace, comforting you in the same way he used to do when you were children.

"You will mourn him tonight," he say with a rough tone.

"But tomorrow, you will stand by my side as my queen. And you will never speak his name again."

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Dark! Mark Grayson X Reader

You and Mark have nothing in common at all except one thing, daddy issues.

He might have developed it later in his life but it's something that he managed to use to bond with you.

For him, you are everything he loves, and he wants you to be a permanent part of his life despite you being a human.

He will still find a way to make that happen.

Unfortunately, the thing he bonded with you ended as soon as your father returned back from his business aboard trip.

The old man wanted to redeem his relationship with you, and naive little you couldn't resist.

This enraged Mark as he felt you slipping away from him and you deciding to give someone a chance despite Mark being always there for you when your father wasn't.

Mark was the father, brother, and boyfriend to you, and instead of being grateful for this you decided to stab him in the back and accept your father's apology.

The last straw for the half-alien was when you told him that your father told you to stay away from him.

Considering that Mark is a civilized person, he doesn't kill your father.

He only impregnates you by 'mistake' and manipulates you afterwards.

"Do you think that the man who abandoned you all those years would accept the fact that his daughter is pregnant, he would leave again."

So, in shame, you decided to move out and cut all connections with your father in fear that you might disappoint him.

Thankfully, Mark didn't kill your family and friends in front of you and locked you up like his other Alternates.

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Hello, I have request that can you continue the story of the book "Sauron's daughter"? Since I'm intrigued to know what the story might leads to good or bad end. Thank you

I will continue it when the new season comes out, but right now I have no ideas for it, sorry, and thank you for your support 😅🩷

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Requests are open

❀ Masterlist PART TWO ❀

Part One

1- Dark! Platonic Father Dracula X Kidnapped Human Child Reader

2- Male! Glinda x Dorothy's mother! Reader

3- Dark Jareth X Reader

4-Yandere First Husband Emperor Geta x Wife Reader Empress Lovestruck/Heartbroken x Yandere Second Husband Emperor Caracalla.

5- Dark Erik 'the phantom of the opera' X Reader

6-Disney Masterlist 🩶

7-Dark Classical Characters Men Masterlist 🩶

8-Historical Characters

9-Platonic Yandere Nikki x Child Isekai Reader

10-Dark Platonic Ancient Egyptian Deities X Reincarnated! Reader

Squid Game

Platonic Father Hwang In-ho x reader

Platonic Hwang In-ho x reader

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Dark Hermes X Set's Daughter Reader

You had run for days, weeks, maybe even lifetimes. The desert sands of Egypt roughened you up despite being the daughter of the deity of sandstorms, you still could feel Horus’ golden gaze burning against your back.  

You had played your part perfectly, whispered lies into the ear of the sky god, and weakened his walls, all for the sake of your father, Set. But your cousin does not take betrayal lightly.  

However, you never thought you were so vulnerable as to be kidnapped by the Greek god of thievery.

The wind in Olympus never felt like home.

Not even now, curled in soft silks, golden wine at your fingertips, with instrumental music drifting from distant halls of Olympus.

Halls you are not allowed to wander, thanks to your kidnapper.

Yet he promised to leave you all the privacy you needed in the temple.

Or at least that's what you thought.

"Hermes," you called sharply.

"I know you are watching."

The room seemed empty, but the air shifted, a shadow fluttered, and then there he was. Reclining on your windowsill as if he’d always been there, he smiled softly as clouds.

"You caught me," he speaks.

"But in my defense, you look absolutely enchanting when you're angry. I couldn’t miss the view."

"You said you'd give me space," you snapped.

He shrugged, hopping down, his winged sandals not even brushing the ground l.

"I said I would try. I didn’t say I was good at it."

You clenched your fists. "You are smothering me."

Hermes tilted his head, falsely correcting you.

"Protecting you."

"You are being manipulative."

"You think I’m like him, don't you?"

The words tasted bitter in your mouth, but you let it fall.

“Yes. Like my father. ”

He stays silent.

"I trusted you," your voice cracked.

"You said you were different, that you saw me, not just the daughter of a god of chaos. Not a tool."

"I do see you," Hermes said, stepping closer.

"More clearly than anyone ever has. I see your fear, your need for freedom. I see your pain. And I want..." he touched his chest, eyes almost earnest.

"...to keep you safe. From them. From him. From Horus. Even from yourself.”

You flinched when he reached for your arm.

"You gave me a gift," you said bitterly, showing the golden cuff on your wrist.

"Told me it was protection. You didn’t tell me it was a leash."

His fingers tensed. "I didn't lie."

"You didn't have to. That's the worst part, you play your games in riddles, and you smile while taking everything from me."

Hermes exhaled. The shadows at his feet stretched unnaturally long.

"I could have left you there, bleeding in the sand,” he said quietly.

"Let Horus finish what he started. But I carried you out of Egypt. I crossed every realm to hide you. And this is how you repay me?"

"I didn’t ask to be saved," you spat. "And I didn’t ask to be owned."

Hermes' smile returned, but colder now.

"You can call it ownership, darling. I call it devotion. I won’t lose you."

You stepped back in fear.

He stepped forward in confidence.

"You don’t get to decide that," you hissed.

He laughed softly, and it chilled your blood.

"Oh, but I do. I’m Hermes, god of thieves. And I’ve stolen many things, You? You were the easiest thing I ever took."

He leaned in close, lips almost touching yours.

"And I will never give you back."

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[PART 1]

This one was a request from my friend @jahascouch on Tumblr, never took requests before so I wanted to try it out!

Reader is part of a circus but it won't be relevant.

Other parts would be posted in a few days or something, this is also posted on ao3, Wattpad and Quotev 💫

Edited : Oh my god I put this in a schedule and it posted it now wth 😭😭

Oh yeah this is multiple yanderes not just Jaha, I'll change the title later

Quotev link

Wattpad link

Ao3 link

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"Well, this certainly is a surprise..."

As the long, dark-haired man stood before the mirror, examining his reflection closely, his eyes grew wide as he took in the cut on his lip and the numerous bruises on his face. However, instead of being appalled by the sight, his lips curled into a wicked grin, revealing his sharp teeth as he let out a low, menacing chuckle.

Jaha Lee did not expect he'd be given another chance, yet here he was, getting sent back in time to his 20-year-old self. Although he felt skeptical, who was he to complain?

After all, he'll finally get to catch his target.

You. 

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"Hmm..."

The man stood in the middle of his inn, taking in the mess around him. Chairs and tables were overturned, tea cups and plates were broken into tiny shards that scattered across the floorboards. The doors were splintered and hung halfway from their hinges...

All in all, the place was a total wreck.

This confirmed at what point in time he was sent back in.

In that case...if he recalls correctly, you should arrive right about now-

"Alrighttt let's start cleaning- what are you doing out of bed!?"

Hearing that familiar voice made Jaha's body tense up, and he turned around.

The man didn't answer.

Here you are...

The man stood there in silence, letting out a shaky breath as he faced your worried expression; this is exactly like his first life...

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"How dare a mere orphan boy without a dime to his name even think of ever laying his filthy hands upon our pavilion's most exquisite and renowned entertainer!? Have you lost your mind!?"

Upon uttering those words, the man seized Jaha Lee's hair in a painful grip and lifted his head, forcing him to face the scornful woman in question, whilst the other entertainers standing behind her were looking on in delight, giggling as he received harsh kicks and blows from the guards surrounding him.

When he met her eyes, he saw only disdain, staring back at him with utter contempt while fanning herself. Filled with despair, the man could do nothing but curse his luck.

How did things come to this...? How did his words spiral out of control so fast?

'To be honest...my dream is to hear a song from Chaehyang at the plum blossom pavilion.'

He wished he had just told those men the real reason he was saving up; he wouldn't have gotten himself into this situation otherwise.

With smirks on their faces, the guards stopped with their attacks and backed up as the leader released his grip, sending his face crashing into the dirt. "You should be grateful a simple beating is all you're getting; you're fortunate we're so merciful." He spat out with another powerful kick to the ribs, sending the man flying across the street. "Now scram before I change my mind!"

.....

Jaha didn't move an inch.

"Why isn't he moving?" One of the men asked, upon hearing that, Chaehyang stepped forward.

"Chaehyang?" 

The crowd of onlookers watched silently as the woman leisurely made her way to the figure lying on the ground with grace. Upon reaching him, she stood over him for a moment before bending down and using her fan to gently nudge his head.

....

"He's just unconscious," Chaehyang said, letting out a sigh of relief.

The woman was well aware that she was attractive, and thus, it was no wonder that many were drawn to her. After all, thanks to her captivating looks and alluring voice, countless men visited the pavilion every night in hopes of getting her to spend the night with them. 

That made her skin crawl with both rage and disgust; she would never have sex with just anyone; she's not a whore.

Still, that doesn't mean she wanted the poor boy dead; she's not heartless.

"HA! The bastard passed out!"

"Just leave him there! Let's get back to work; he wasted enough of our time."

Everyone went back to the pavilion, leaving Jaha unconscious on the streets. Chaehyang halted in her steps, glancing over her shoulder at the errand boy with pity.

Hopefully, he learned his lesson from this and would stop having such foolish dreams.

"Chaehyang, is something the matter?" One of her friends asked.

....

Chaehyang looked down at her fan with clear disdain before tossing it aside. "It's too dirty now; I need a new one."

The woman knew what she was referring to, causing her to giggle as she wrapped her arms around Chaehyang's while resting her head on her shoulder with a sweet smile. "Sister Chaehyang is such a kind soul!" she exclaimed with a cheerful air.

"Hmm."

With a clang, the doors closed and everyone went back to their businesses, as if nothing had happened. People passing by the unconscious man either snickered or just ignored his poor state.

........

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"Agh..." 

"Did you see that?"

"HAHAHA That was hilarious!!"

"Aw I missed it, too bad." 

"There's always next time pal."

.....

The man has woken up long after the night has passed. His shoulders were slumped as he leaned heavily against the walls and trees for support, slowly making his way home with unsteady steps. The immense pain of his injuries caused him to clench his jaw tightly, trying to block out the mocking laughter and insults that were thrown his way.

Jaha Lee's neat hair bun had been disheveled and turned into a tangled mess. His clothes were in tatters, stained with mud and dirt, making him look like a beggar. On top of everything else, the little bit of money he had on him was stolen as well. It couldn't get any worse...

The man was sourly mistaken, because soon after the sky grew dark and rain began to pour down, the clothes offered little protection as the heavy rain drenched him from head to toe, soaking through his ruined clothes. The streets were empty almost immediately as people hurried to their homes, leaving him all alone, which was a relief.

His eyelids felt heavy as he fought to keep them open. Despite the exhaustion, he kept going, the occasional thunder echoing in the distance and the sound of his footsteps squelching in the muddy ground filling his ears while pushing through the strong winds.

Almost there...!

Then finally, in the distance, the inn came into view, his heart filled with relief, his lips curling into a small, shaky smile, but just as he was about to keep going, his legs gave way, and he fell face-first into the cold, muddy ground.

Ah oh.

With no more strength remaining, the man layed motionless on the ground, allowing the harsh chilling drops to drench him to the bone. He'll...just lay here for a while before using his arms to drag himself to the inn.

Unbeknownst to the man, he didn't hear the footsteps heading his way, nor the way the rain abruptly stopped hitting his body as a shadow fell upon him.

"Oh god... I knew I wasn't seeing things! Hey mister! You awake? You dead?" The voice asked as she nudged him with her foot.

Huh...?

Slowly, Jaha opened his eyes and lifted his head. Next to him stood a cloaked woman, an umbrella held tightly in her hand, shielding them from the rain as she loomed above him. The lower half of her face was covered by a black mask, leaving only her eyes and brow visible as she gazed down upon him.

Breathing out a sigh of relief when she saw him finally move, she spoke. "Glad you're still breathing; do you need help? Where is your home?" Does he even have a place to go? He looks like a beggar.

....

Jaha swallowed hard, gathering up the last bit of his strength to lift his arm and point to his inn. "The..there.." he managed to choke out.

The woman turned her gaze to where he was pointing, spotting the little house in the distance before nodding. "Very well."

Closing the umbrella and stashing it within her cloak, she crunched down, making Jaha blink in confusion before letting out a startled cry as the woman swiftly scooped him up into her arms before standing up, cradling him like a groom carrying his bride. Despite the contact with his wounds making him grunt out in discomfort, he could feel a twinge of warmth spread across his cheeks at the way she was carrying him, firmly yet gently.

Even though the rain soaked her clothes, the woman didn't seem to be phased by it as she continued to walk at a slow pace to keep her footing in the mud, humming a soft tone as she carried him effortlessly, like he weighted nothing.

Her soothing voice helped the man feel more at ease, forgetting about his pain as he relaxed and leaned more into her embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort she provided while listening to her. That is, until she suddenly came to a stop.

"Here we are-...."

???

Jaha's eyes shot open, looking up at her stunned expression before slowly turning his head.

....

Why are the doors broken...?

The woman glanced at him with concern before stepping forward and walking through the doorway.

"Oh god..."

Jaha's eyes widened in dismay as he took in the state of his inn.

"M..my h-home..!" he stammered. His inn, the place he worked so hard to maintain, pouring his heart and soul into, was in ruin. Feeling tears well up in his eyes, he sobbed.

What has he done to deserve this...? All for a silly joke?

The unfairness of it all was too much for the man to bear, and he fainted right then and there.

"Oh god- great, he fainted." 

Her boss is going to be so furious with her when she goes back, but she can't leave the man like this!

 "...Damnit!"

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Hours had gone by, and Jaha's eyes slowly fluttered open, disturbed by the sunlight streaming through the window and the sound of birds chirping loudly outside. Immediately, he let out a low grunt of discomfort as he felt his head throbbing with a pulsing ache.

This was just getting worse and worse, he thought when he brought his hand to his forehead, wincing at the intense heat. Did he get a fever? Every muscle in his body screamed in protest as he struggled to sit up right, aching all over.

At first, he had thought, hoped it was all a terrible nightmare, but the stinging pain and the sight of raindrops trickling down the window proved otherwise.

In that case...his inn..!

Bolting out of the bed, the man rushed to the other room, his eyes darting around; the place was in shambles.

....

Jaha stood motionless, ignoring the sudden sting that shot through his feet upon stepping on the fragments of glass lying beneath him. 

"Alrighttt let's start cleaning- what are you doing out of bed!?"

The woman was back!?

"I..." Jaha trailed off, captivated by your appearance. Gone was the mask, allowing him to see your full face, and god, you were gorgeous. 

Even the so famed Chaehyang paled in comparison to you.

Is this what falling in love at first technically second sight felt like?

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Being part of a travelling circus, you were used to living life on the move, never staying in one place for long. You travelled far and wide across countless cities and villages, and with each stop, you captivated the hearts of your audience with your enthralling performance. You adored seeing the joy and wonder in the eyes of children and adults alike; it made every ounce of effort put in worthwhile, so when your circus came to this small town, you had no doubt that it would be the same old dance.

What you didn't expect was for the rain to pour down the second you arrived, meaning everyone would be cooped up in their carriages for the time being. After doing your skin care routine, you lounged lazily on the cozy chair next to your window, enjoying your favorite drink while reading a novel to pass the time, glancing out the window every once in a while.

As you took a sip of your drink and casually glanced out the window once again, something caught your eye. A lone figure was walking through the rain, swaying unsteadily from side to side until they eventually collapsed to the ground with a splash.

That made you wince, ouch.

....why aren't they moving?

Should you...?? You didn't really wanna move from this comfy position and go out into the cold though....

You shrugged and turned back to your book. "Nah, not my problem."

.....

Seconds later, the door to the carriage slammed open as you stepped out and opened your umbrella.

You shivered, man it is cold out here!!

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Long story short, you took him to his home, which looked like a tornado ran through the place, and with the man fainting right in your arms, you had no choice but to stay and assist him.

Plus, with the rain halting the show and the rehearsal for today you have nothing to do so might as well!

Aren't you such a kind-hearted soul?

Now the guy who turned out to be a cutie was staring at you like a fool.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face. "Helloo? Earth to Jaha!" 

That made him snap out of his daze as he looked at you with surprise. "H-how do you know my name?" He managed to stutter out.

"Heard the village gossip about an errand boy getting his ass beat while I was shopping, plus there's a sign outside with your name on it, sooo...yeah!" You replied, guiding him towards his room and pushing him gently into the bed. "Don't move." 

Jaha obeyed, staying still as he watched you kneel down and gently grasp his foot. Carefully removing the embedded shards of glass before running some alcohol on his feet, making him hiss at the sting.

"Now you lay down and don't move a muscle alright? I'll go clean up."

He wanted to protest, but the pain and fatigue made him shut his mouth, nodding reluctantly and just did as he was told.

Might as well; it's not like he has anything of value you can steal if that was your plan.

He soon dismissed the thought and scolded himself for being paranoid and thinking ill of the kind woman, stupid! If that were the case you would have just rummaged through his belongings while he was unconscious, yet you chose to come back and help him instead.

You finished cleaning sooner than anticipated, and thus you entered the room with a smile, holding a tray in your hands. "I'm done!"

"...That was.. fast." 

"There's only the doors left but I'll send some of my buddies to fix it up for ya! So no need to worry about it." You said, walking over and placing the tray on his lap. "I made you some chicken soup, it should help with the fever."

Jaha stared at the steaming bowl before him for a moment, then took a spoonful and cautiously brought it to his lips. As the warm, savory liquid filled his mouth, his eyes lit up in surprise at the taste.

You looked smug when you saw his reaction. "Tastes good right?"

"It's amazing!"

"Of course it does." You said, your voice laced with pride as you turned to leave. "I have to head back now or my friends will get worried. Goodbye for now."

The man was grateful for the help, but..

"Why are you helping me?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.

You halted, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, your brow furrowing slightly. "Pardon?" 

He repeated himself.

"Why are you helping me? I'm a stranger to you, after all."

With a nonchalant shrug, you responded. "....I'm just a bit bored I guess? helping you gave me something to do."

The man blinked at such an answer. "Bored?"

"Yup, plus...why not? You're a cutie." You added with a sly smile, you did not expect to see a handsome and fit guy under all that mud, but it was a pleasant surprise.

Jaha could feel his cheeks growing hotter, and he lowered his eyes. "Thank you." He mumbled.

"No problem! Also, I washed your dirty clothes from yesterday after I bathed you! Bye-bye now!"

He waved as he watched you leave, before freezing as he realized what you just said.

B..bathed him?? So that means...

....FUCK!!

His face burned further with embarrassment as he covered it with his hands. 

How could he possibly look you in the eye after that!?

Oh god...

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Apparently I don't take criticism well so before I make an impolse decision and throw thousands of words down the drain I took what I wrote so far and post it in little parts.

This is supposed to be like a flashback to how you met which is a fic in itself then headcanons right after but I think I'm dragging it so idk

Anyways hope you enjoy what I did manage to write lol.

It was fun for practice tho so it's worth it!

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Butterfly| Dark Samurai X Cursed! Reader

Inspired: Butterfly by Smile.dk

The deadly aura wrapped around the forest like a heavy veil, making it harder to see a clearing.

Yet, you flew through the trees with ease, remembering how you used to walk on land with your two feet, enjoying the sense of freedom you had, but the witch's curse has stolen that from you.

The painful transformation shrank your body, and wings burst from your back. By dawn, you were a butterfly, cured by the witch you insulted.

But she was tauntingly merciful enough to tell you how to break the curse.

'To break the spell, you must find a warrior of steel and shadow. At the edge of his blade, you must stand, and only then shall you be free.'

You had searched for what felt like an eternity, watching as warriors clashed and swords sliced through the air, but none had seemed worthy...until tonight.

The scent of blood and steel clung to the breeze as you approached a lone warrior standing amidst a recent battle.

His armor, though splattered with crimson, gleamed beneath the moonlight.

Long black hair, unbound and wild, framed a face too beautiful for a man who had just ended so many lives.

You, understanding the final step of the witch's riddle, landed on the very edge of the blade, your tiny feet clinging to the cold steel.

A strange energy pulsed through you, a jolt that shattered the illusion of your butterfly form causing the world to swim back into focus, your human senses returning with a rush.

Human limbs tangling as you collapsed against the samurai’s chest.

His arms caught you instinctively, his breath hitching as he stared down at you, a naked, trembling woman where a butterfly had been just moments before.

"What sorcery is this?" he demanded with a voice that is low and dangerous.

You gasped, still shuddering from the transformation.

"A curse," you admitted. "One that could only be broken... by standing on the edge of your blade."

His gaze darkened. Something flickered in those dark eyes, something possessive, and ravenous.

You didn’t understand it. Not yet.

The witch had left out one crucial detail.

Breaking the curse didn’t just free you.

It bounded the ruthless samerui to you.

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Akao was not a man who believed in fate. He believed in steel, in blood, in the weight of a promise.

But from the moment you tumbled into his arms, he knew Kami has chosen you for him.

You were his.

He didn’t say it, not at first. He gave you his haori to cover yourself, he fed you, and gave his protection as you traveled together.

However, his eyes never left you. His fingers lingered when they touched. And when a bandit dared to leer at you, his blade found his throat before you could even blink.

"You didn’t have to kill him," you whispered that night, watching the firelight dance across Akao’s sharp features.

He didn't answer you, as his gaze was unwavering.

You shivered.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when he pressed you against a temple wall after speaking to one of the villagers, his body caging yours, that you finally understood.

"You are mine," he breathed, lips grazing your ear.

"The moment you chose my katana, you chose me."

You should have been afraid. But the heat in his eyes, the devotion in his touch, it melted your resistance.

The curse had bound you to him, yes.

But as his mouth claimed yours, as he vowed to carve his love into your skin and soul, you realized something far more dangerous.

You didn’t want to be free.

Not from him.

Never from him.

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Dark Male Lord Tremaine X Cinderella's mother! Reader

You are living a life of luxury as Lord Tremaine's new wife, residing in his grand estate with servants at your feet doing whatever they can to please you.

On the surface, everything appears perfect, a fairytale come true.

Your daughter, Ella, is treated with respect, a stark contrast to the cruel treatment often endured by stepchildren in such tales.

She shares meals with her stepsisters, participates in family outings, and is included in social gatherings.

Lord Tremaine seems fond of her, often engaging her in conversation and praising her accomplishments.

However, this happy facade begins to crumble three months into your marriage. Your health takes a downturn, a weakness overtaking you.

The cause remains a mystery, baffling both you and the physician summoned to your bedside.

Your decline is gradual, yet relentless, stealing your vitality day by day.

What was once a vibrant bloom of health has now faded, leaving you feeling fragile and vulnerable.

Adding to your distress, your once attentive and caring husband, Lord Tremaine, insists on confining you to your chambers for the majority of the day.

He cites concern for your well-being, claiming that rest is important for your recovery.

While you are granted access to the estate's beautiful gardens for a short period each day, your movements are otherwise restricted.

Adding to your woes, your time with your beloved Ella lessened with each passing day.

Lord Tremaine, citing the importance of your rest and the need to shield you from unnecessary activities, limits your interactions with her.

What were once frequent visits and shared moments now occur only occasionally, leaving you yearning for your daughter's presence and worrying about her well-being under her stepfather's watchful eye.

One day, while your husband was on a business trip, the physician paid you a visit and revealed that you had been given a medicine that weakens your body.

Of course, when Lord Tremaine returned you faced him with the truth.

You know what he did?

He only smirked before grabbing your hands into his large ones.

"Don't worry, the medicine will not kill you; it will keep you in check." He places one of his hands on the side of your cheek.

"I don't want you slipping from under my grasp like my first wife. The poor woman passed away so young."

You want to pull away, to scream, to do anything but sit here and listen to his morbid confession.

Yet, you only continue to listen to him as he speaks.

"She didn't understand,"

"Didn't understand the importance of our bond, the necessity of my...guidance."

He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, his touch lingering too long.

"But you, my dear," his eyes lock onto yours, a strange intensity burning in their depths,

"You are different. You will understand."

Seeing you stay silent boosted his threats.

"Beautiful little Ella is my third daughter; imagine what will happen to the poor, sweet girl if you disobey me?"

"You wouldn't," you whisper, your voice trembling, though you know better. The cold calculation in his eyes tells you he would. He will.

"Of course not," he says smoothly, his tone almost soothing, as if he’s trying to calm a frightened child.

"Not if you remain compliant."

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Dark Single Father! Male Faerie x Reader

The air of the forest hung heavy with the scent of damp grass and pine, a blissful eerie sound of rustling leaves and nightly creatures adding to the forest's beauty.

You had heard the warnings about wandering too far into the woods, especially at night, but you needed to collect herbs for your child who suddenly got sick in the middle of the night.

And your empty jars of herbs forced you to wander far into the forest.

A journey you had to undertake alone due to your husband being an awful, useless man who never showed support in maintaining your household and instead shirked his responsibilities, leaving you to bear the burden.

That night, as you stepped over twisted roots and through patches of glowing mushrooms, you felt the air shift

A strange hum echoes through the air, raising goosebumps on your skin and sending a shiver down your spine.

It seemed to emanate from the woods around you, growing louder with each passing second.  

Before you could turn back, a shadow detached itself from the darkness beneath the trees.

It moved with an unnatural swiftness and silence, gliding over the forest floor like a phantom.

Then, two points of eerie light ignited within the shadow, piercing the gloom like malevolent stars.

They locked onto yours, holding you captive in their unwavering gaze.

The last thing to register in your terrified mind was the faint sound of laughter echoing through the trees, a chilling notable contrast to the frantic beating of your heart.

                              𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Your eyelids fluttered open, and you found yourself in a room that seemed to defy logic.

The walls shimmered as if woven from starlight, and the air carried a faint, sweet scent of flowers.

But what truly caught your attention was the weight on your chest.

You looked down, your breath catching in your throat. Nestled against your chest, swaddled in a blanket of silken gossamer, was a baby.

Their skin glowed faintly, and tiny, delicate wings, translucent and shimmering, rested against their back.

The child slept peacefully, their tiny fingers curled around the fabric of your dress.

Your heart swelled with an inexplicable tenderness.

Despite the baby being of a different species, their innocence and vulnerability reminded you of your own son.                      

Before you could fully process the situation, you felt a presence in the room.

Your eyes snapped up, and there he was. The figure from the forest.

His dark green eyes watched you intently, and his expression was unreadable, a mask of calm that only deepened your unease.

"You’re awake," he said, his voice low and smooth, holding an enchanting effect on your ears.

It was not a question, but a statement, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

You tightened your hold on the baby instinctively, your voice trembling as you spoke.

"Where am I? Who are you? And why… why is this child with me?"

He stepped closer, his movements filled with grace, like a predator circling its prey.

Yet, there was something in his gaze something that softened the edges of his intimidating presence.

"You are in my realm," he said simply.

"I am Cathal, lord of the Seelie court. And the child… she is mine, her name is Gwen"

Your breath hitched at his words, knowing very well that Faeries are horrid creatures due to their mischievous and cruel behavior towards humans like you.

Their wild nature made them unpredictable, and their magic, while beautiful, is used for wicked deeds that brought harm to unsuspecting mortals.

The baby, his daughter, stirred slightly in your arms, her tiny wings fluttering before she settled again.

You looked down at her, your heart aching with fear at what he might do to you.

"Why did you bring me here?"you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kael’s gaze lingered on the child, his expression unreadable for a moment before he spoke.

"She needs a mother," he said, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place.

"Her mother is gone. Dead, leaving me to raise her alone. But I can't take on that role."

"I have a child of my own, sick one that needs my care, I-"

"I know,” Cathal interrupted as his dark green eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you felt like shrinking back into yourself.

“I have seen your struggles. I know of your child, your husband, I have been...watching for months."

"I don't care why you've been watching me," you forced out.

"I need to go back. My son needs me."

"I have sent someone to care for your child, but if you want to reunit with him, you will have to be the best mother to my Gwenn."

The Faerie Lord smirks mischeviously, as if he'd just delivered a particularly delightful jest.

"However," he continues, his voice turning sharp and cold,

"If I feel like you don't care for my daughter as you should, that you do not love her as fiercely and devotedly as you love your own son, I will have him killed. And not a quick death, either."

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Dark! Dracula x Single! Mother Reader

           

After the mysterious death of your husband, you meet the man he had been working for at the funeral, and it turns out to be none other than Count Dracula.

He offered you refuge at his castle, claiming your husband was a dear friend. He insisted he could not possibly allow his friend's widowed, pregnant wife to live in a financial crisis.

At first, you reject the idea, claiming it is improper. But after much pressuring, you accept his offer, feeling ashamed of yourself.

You only want your baby to avoid suffering from poverty.

Things seemed like a dream at first.

Dracula's servants treated you like a countess rather than a guest; anything you needed was granted to you on a plate of gold.

However, things take a sinister turn when Dracula begins to assert a possessive claim over your unborn child, referring to it as his own.

This unsettling behavior escalates as he prepares for the baby's arrival, going so far as to construct a nursery within his castle.

Disturbingly, he has even chosen both a male and a female name for the child, further solidifying his intention to claim it as his own.

You understood why the count had been acting so strangely when you walked in on him one day, catching him in the act of drinking the blood of one of the servants.

He hadn't noticed you as he drank, a look of predatory satisfaction on his face.

The servant didn't even have the energy to scream, their skin drained of color.

At that moment, the horrifying reality crashed down on you. All the strange deaths happening in town, the whispers of a bloodthirsty creature lurking in the shadows, it was him all along.

And the two puncture marks on your husband's neck, the ones you had attributed to an accident, were from his own sharp, elongated canine teeth.

"You are the devil," you hiss, the words escaping your lips like a venomous breath.

Moments before, you had fled the noise and chaos of his study room, seeking solace in the quiet of your chambers.

He had followed, his presence as unwelcome as ever.

"Devil? No, my dear," Dracula chuckled, his voice calm.

"I am merely a provider, ensuring the continuation of my lineage."

His words sent a shiver down your spine.  

Lineage. Your child.

This wasn't about friendship or kindness; it was about possession.

He saw your unborn child as his heir, a thought that made you feel physically ill.

"You won't have my child," you spat, clutching your swollen belly protectively.

Dracula's eyes, usually filled with a charming warmth, turned cold.

"You have little choice in the matter," he stated calmly, taking a step closer.  

"You are under my roof, under my protection.  This child," he paused, his gaze piercing through you,

"Will be raised as mine, and you will become my wife."

Panic welled up inside you, choking you with its icy grip, as he reached for your face. His long, cold fingers with perfect, long nails traced your skin.

"I don't want to stay here any longer. I will leave, and you won't hear about me anymore," you declare, your voice trembling with determination you hope your body will soon follow.

"You are not going anywhere," he scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Because you have nowhere to go, have you forgotten how people view widows? Especially pregnant ones who refuse to remarry? You will be shunned, left to fend for yourself and our child. This is your new and better reality, and you will learn to accept it."

A sharp pain forms in your abdomen, causing you to quickly place your hand on it.

Feeling witness, you look down only to acknowledge that your water has broken.

The vampire count also takes notice, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"It seems our child has decided to grace us with their presence a little earlier than expected," he purrs, his voice laced with an eerie excitement.

He claps his hands together once, and two servants immediately appear at the doorway.

He commanded in a sharply authoritative tone.

"Prepare for Lady (Y/n)'s delivery. And ensure that everything is perfect in the nursery for our child."

You try to protest, to fight against the iron grip that seems to have closed around your arm, but your words are lost in a wave of pain as another contraction rips through you.  

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The piercing cries of a newborn echoed through the stone halls of the castle.

The sound should have brought you relief, but instead, dread coiled tightly around your heart.

Sweat clung to your skin as you lay exhausted in the grand bed of the lavishly prepared covers.

Yet, as you gazed at the tiny, delicate features, the baby now is calm against your chest.

While Dracula stood at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes drinking in the sight before.

He has a family now, a wife and a son.

Walking to your side, he slowly leans down, placing a gentle hand on the baby's head, his touch lingering for a moment as he admires the sleeping child.

Not having the strength to fight him after a long labor, you allow him to have his way this time.

Dracula's smile grows wide as the child opens his eyes, finally deciding on what to name the baby.

"His name shall be Alucard."

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Dark!male Kim Possible and female reader and dark male Shego headcanon ?

The trip to the local café shop was supposed to be quick and simple, and you refused to inform Kim of it, as you were tired of the over-protective spy, despite him being assigned to protect you.

But again, Kim stomped over your boundaries and claimed it was 'I need to do this because it's my responsibility to keep you safe'

Well, Kim is hot and any girl would want to be with him because of his athletic body and fearless attitude.

But you want to get away from him in any way possible.

"How can I help you?"

You sighed, pushing aside the thought of Kim and his suffocating protectiveness, and focused on the barista in front of you.

"I'll have a..." you tell her your order, tapping your fingers on the counter as you pulled out your wallet.

The barista nodded and began preparing your drink, while you took a moment to appreciate the rare freedom you had away from Kim.

It was peaceful, no lectures, no hovering, no overbearing presence watching your every move.

And surely no unnecessary flirting.

That peace, however, was short-lived.

The café door swung open with a loud creak, and a tall figure walked in, dressed in a black and green attire.

You barely had time to register the sharp emerald eyes before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you backward.

"Not a sound, sweetheart," a smooth, amused voice purred in your ear.

"Wouldn’t want to make a scene now, would we?"

Your heart pounded as you struggled, but your captor’s grip was hard.

Shego.

You had heard of him before.

The infamous mercenary who worked for Drakken, someone Kim had warned you about repeatedly.

But hearing about him and experiencing his strength firsthand were two different things entirely.

“Looks like I just got myself a little prize,” Shego mused, dragging you toward the exit.

The café patrons froze in shock, some even whispering, others too afraid to intervene.

Nobody is going to stop him.

What a bunch of cowards.

Just as Shego reached the door, the glass window shattered.

A blur of red and black slammed into Shego with full force, knocking you from his grip and sending you stumbling to the ground.

"Not on my watch!"

Kim’s voice was sharp, his expression dark with anger as he positioned himself between you and Shego.

Shego's confident smirk widens, as he holds you against him by the waist.

Kim’s jaw tightened, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Back off, Shego." He orders.

"You’re not taking her anywhere."

Shego chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

"Relax, Kimmie. I was just gonna borrow her. Not like they actually want you breathing down their neck all the time." He tilted his head toward you, smirking.

"Isn’t that right, sweetheart? I bet a little excitement sounds way more fun than being babysat 24/7."

"No, it doesn't, especially if you are trying to kidnap me." you point out.

Shego chuckled, tilting his head in amusement.

"Ah, come on, sweetheart. Kidnap is such a harsh word. I prefer ‘taking.’ it's much better" His grip on you tightened as he shifted his weight, clearly ready for another move.

Kim didn’t hesitate, he lunged forward, throwing a punch aimed straight for Shego’s jaw.

But Shego was fast...too fast.

He sidestepped at the last second, using his free hand to catch Kim’s fist mid-air, the impact causing a sharp gust of wind through the café.

"You always were predictable, Kimmie," Shego taunted.

You took the opportunity to act, stomping hard on Shego’s foot and elbowing him in the ribs.

He grunted in surprise, his grip loosening just enough for you to break free.

You scrambled back, heart racing, pressing yourself against the counter as Kim launched another attack.

The two fought harshly in a blur of movement punches, dodges, counterattacks, until Shego, with a knowing smirk, suddenly stopped and held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright. I’m done playing around."

Kim hesitated, eyes narrowing.

"What’s your true motivation?"

Shego’s smirk deepened.

"I just needed to confirm something."

"Confirm what?" You asked, confused.

Shego tilted his head toward you, then to Kim.

"That she is important to you. And guess what? Now that I know exactly how much, this just got way more interesting."

And then, before Kim could react, Shego threw a small metallic sphere onto the ground. It exploded in a burst of green smoke, obscuring everything from view.

You coughed, eyes watering, as you felt a sudden gust of air, Shego was escaping.

By the time the smoke cleared, he was gone.

Kim cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

"Damn it."

You turned to him, your chest still heaving.

"What did he mean by ‘confirming something’? Why would he care about how important I am to you?"

Kim clenched his jaw, avoiding your gaze for a moment before finally speaking

"Because… if he knows you’re valuable to me, it means you just became leverage."

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach.

"You mean—"

Kim nodded grimly.

"This wasn’t a random attack. Shego and Drakken have plans for you."

And that’s when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

A message from an unknown number.

See you soon, sweetheart. This is just the beginning. – S

Your fingers tightened around the device as dread curled in your stomach.

Shego wasn’t just after you, he wanted you.

However, there is something Kim didn't tell you and that is...Drakken is your father, that's why your mother tasked him with your protection.

But he can't tell you that and just made up an excuse.

Kim sees your worried expression, and wraps his hands around you from behind, placing his chin on your left shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will protect you from him even if it means I have to kill Shego."

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Dark Platonic Apollo and Hermes X Child! Reader X Dark Platonic Father Horus

You were flying in the sky cheerfully, disobeying your father, Horus' words as he wanted you to stay at the temple while he had a meeting with his fellow deities.

And you weren't allowed to attend because you are a child, but you didn't mind as it gave you a sniff of freedom from your father's overprotective behaviour.

You enjoy the feeling of moving through clouds, the wings on your back and head helping you ease your way through the sky.

Yet your enjoyment of freedom is cut short when you are grabbed by the back of your wings.

Letting out a squeal, you turn around to be met with the sight of a stranger who is wearing winged sandals and a winged helmet.

"Well, look what we have here brother, a fledging."

Another stranger with flowing golden hair rode on a golden chariot led by fiery horses.

"Did our father bed another mortal?"

Apollo mocks while you try to flee the hold of his half-brother, but his grasp on your wings makes you whimper in discomfort.

Also, you don't know what the two gods are talking about because you don't understand their language.

"Hera would have killed her long ago, maybe we should just bring her with us to Olympus."

Hermes suggests, looking at you mischievously.

"She’s got Horus’ eyes," Apollo remarks, his voice dripping with amusement.

"But those wings… those are something else, do you think she’s even aware of what she is?"

Hermes chuckles in a taunting manner.

"Doubtful. Look at her; she’s just a naive child; she doesn't seem to understand us."

Apollo looks at Hermes, noticing his greedy expression.

The same expression he has on whenever he is thinking about stealing something.

"You know, we could just take the child with us home?" Apollo points out.

Both brothers have toxic traits.

Apollo with his possessive attitude.

And Hermes with his thievery corruption.

When Hermes begins dragging you with Apollo, you decide to finally take it.

A loud chirping wail escapes your human lips.

Apollo winces at the shrillness.

"By the Fates, that sound-"

Hermes, however, only grins wider.

"Interesting, there's power in her voice." He chuckles, shaking his head.

"What a delightful find."

Summoning every ounce of the divine strength coursing through your veins, you flare your wings wide, twisting sharply in Hermes’ grasp.

The sudden movement forces him to loosen his hold, giving you just enough room to snap your teeth at his hand.

Hermes yelps, jerking back.

"She bit me!"

Apollo bursts into laughter.

"You got bested by a child? That's rich!"

Using their distraction, you escape.

Your wings catch the wind, sending you flying downward through the clouds, your heart beating in your ears.

You don’t know where you are, but you know one thing, and that is you need to go back home.

But the gods are not so easily escaped.

"You're fast, little bird, but not fast enough!"

Hermes' voice rings out behind you, and a flicker of movement warns you that he is already on your tail.

You push your wings harder, but even as you move through the endless sky, a new presence makes itself known.

A shadow passes over you.

A large, looming figure...a familiar figure.

The skies tremble as Horus descends.

You fly towards him with tears in your eyes, before hugging him as he covers most of your body with his large left wing.

Horus' heterochromatic eyes glares at the two greek gods.

"We are going to die?" Apollo asks.

"We are going to die" Hermes confirms.

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Made an Interactive story with options, and added the king of hearts

Hi! Big fan of your books!

If your taking any request rn can you please make a romantic white king head cannon for your Disney master list?

I really hope that we see a lot more of him in your yandere Disney book!

Dark Male! White King X Alice's Mother! Reader

You are the mother of Alice, and after her sudden disappearance, you search for her until you accidentally fall down a rabbit hole and find yourself in Wonderland.

Desperate to find your daughter, you wander through Wonderland’s strange, ever-changing landscapes only to meet the White King.

He helps you in reuniting with your daughter and even allow you two to stay at his castle.

Right now, you and Alice’s stood before the White King, his alabaster figure glowing in the soft light of his grand hall.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," you say, your voice filled with sincere gratitude.

"You’ve been most kind to us, but it’s time we return home."

The White King’s light coloured eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his lips curling into a polite yet unreadable smile.

"Home?" he repeated, his voice smooth as silk.

"My dear lady, you are already home. Why wander back to a world so mundane when you could remain here, where beauty and wonder know no bounds?"

Alice looked up at you, her wide eyes betraying an awe at the idea of staying in Wonderland.

You shook your head, your grip on your daughter's hand tightening.

"We’re grateful for your hospitality, truly, but I have a husband waiting for me and Alice."

The White King’s serene expression faltered for a brief moment before solidifying into something colder, sharper.

"A husband?" he echoed, his tone laced with disdain. He stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you.

"Surely you jest, no man could ever care for you or Alice as I would, you belong here, with me, I will make you my queen, and your daughter shall have a life of luxury as a princess."

"No, I-"

The White King places a finger on your lips, his whimsical smile appearing.

"The potion should work now."

When you realise what he meant by potion, it was already too late, as you have fallen unconscious into his arms.

The white king picks you up into his arms, before looking down at Alice.

"Now come, Alice, we should bring your mother to her bed."