#dark deception x reader platonic

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Spoiled cotten! ||dark deception x child!gn!human!reader|| malak,Agatha & gold watchers || OOC!

A/n : let's get one thing straight, gold watchers are your rich adoptive uncles and malaks your awkward dad. Agatha laughs at you for a bit.

Dividers: https://www.tumblr.com/firefly-graphics/643930238064181248/gold-glitter-dividers?source=share

@firefly-graphics for the dividers.

Warning?: out of character acting,child reader,murder, implications of murder, demons?, blindfolded reader, etc

2nd/3rd person pov!

Your dad, malak. Randomly and very nervously decided to make you go over to your...uncles? You didn't know know what to call them but they were more like sleezy con men that your dad hanged out with. Either way it just made you feel a bit...weirded out? Maybe sad or mad. Whatever you were feeling, it definitely wasn't eased by your dad. "Listen, something...came up and needs to be taken care of. You'll be staying here with the gold watchers. Okay?"

'He definitely was mad. Maybe nervous??.' You thought to yourself. This usually happened when an....uninvited guest came. But you would be with your sister agatha usually when this happens. Why the gold watchers?. Oh well. Nothing you could've done to persuade him otherwise. He left a few moments later. Leaving you with the gold watchers. Blindfold in hand, you put it on. It was see-through enough that you could easily see everything and not bump into anything but thick enough so that the gold watchers could move, some talked to you others just gave you things. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around. "Hey. Come on dinners ready." They didn't to eat but made it for you. Considering malak would melt their greedy Golden as- faces, if you even felt hungry once he came back. It was normal for him to be....worried. your human, this world wasn't made for you. But rather to kill people. If anything happened to you. It would be on the gold watchers heads. One of the gold watchers quickly gave you a plate, it was filled with (favourite food/dish) , you kinda of ate in silence. He kept near you while eating. It was normal for atleast one of them to be near or watching you. After all your a HUMAN CHILD. And more specifically, MALAKS CHILD. They had to watch you. Besides they had grown quite fonde of you. Thinking of themselves as your cool uncles when in reality they were more like the weird rich uncles who you only liked for money.

Either way, they were nice. Most the other realms monsters were. They all were like aunts and uncles or siblings and cousins. It was like a weird family for you. Kinda of like a joint custody. "Hey...here we have some things for you. They aren't as...perfect as they should be and we didn't want them so maybe you'd like them?" The same gold watcher asked. You noded, as he carefully held your hand considering how dark it was and you were wearing a blindfold. Slowly guiding you towards a...some what large gift box, it had (favourite color) ribbons and (2nd favourite color) wraping. "We thought it was would nicer to give you box filled with the stuff rather then just hand it all to you.." He chuckles awkwardly, it was nice of them to do this but at the same time, these things were probably broken or not good if the gold watchers thought it wasn't good enough or perfect enough for them, they were creatures of greed but could be nice sometimes. You lightly shake the box and hear things move inside, you slowly open the box, and see multiple things inside, small gold coins,toys,stuffed animals,broken jewellery,some very semi expensive clothes, and more, you quickly picked up the broken jewellery and gave a quick look of "wtf" to the gold watcher that brought you here, he shrugs and smiles. You put the jewellery back in the box as you pick up the clothes, it was (favourite clothing/dress) , it looked nice and the gold watchers face immediately lights up at an idea. He immediately runs over and picks you. A small yelp from you, not expecting it, considering you were looking at the things in the box and had your back turned. You immediately ask what hell he's doing, and he responds with "a makeover! The clothes your wearing are peasants clothes, you deserve better than that as our nephew/niece!" ...oh well nothing you can really do, and besides. It might mean that you'll get free new clothes...

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*2 hour time skip later*

".....why is my childs clothes dyed gold....and why do you have a bag filled with money???" Malak seemed very confused. You quickly tried to explain before just sighing and saying "makeover, and it's my early birthday money." Or a variation of it. Atleast that's what the gold watchers told you what the money was for. "....your birthday isn't for another 3 months." Malak at this point just seemed even more confused, you shrugged. He just sighed and grabbed your hand. Basically holding it before opening a portal to get you to Agatha. It would be nice for the two of you to get a break and hang out with her. You both go in and see her, in her realm.

"(Name)! .....why are your clothes covered in yellow dye?" Agatha giggled at how silly you looked, "well...dont worry. it looks good on you. Just a bit silly that's all!" She reassured, still gigling as you you started to giggle with her. It was a bit of a silly situation. malak just smiled and stared at his two children.

[sleepingdeath-light]

encountering child reader hcs ; gold watchers

requested by ; ❤️ anon (02/05/23)

fandom(s) ; dark deception

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; gold watchers

outline ; “Hiii could I maybe get the gold watchers with a child reader who just randomly appeared in their world alone?

Thanks in advance

❤ anon”

warning(s) ; canon-typical references to violence, implied child death

the gold watchers aren’t exactly known for their empathy or their paternal instincts — they’re demons born from greed, so why would they need anything other than that greed?

they’re used to enacting punishment on those who enter their hell portal: slashing, bludgeoning, capturing, incapacitating

they live for the indulgence, the sport, the violence

they’re in no way equipped to care for anyone for their own selfishness — let alone a child

so imagine their collective shock when you stumble into their estate

so small, so young, so innocent — how did you even get there?

either way it’s not like they can ask you — you’re terrified of their petrified forms and run whenever they move (which, granted, it must have been startling for you to notice something moving whenever you look away)

they have to improvise heavily to make sure you don’t get hurt or scare yourself to death — which meant fetching and making some friendlier looking masks and using signs to communicate with you

though, naturally, this was very difficult as they had to both explain their predicament to you and try to not terrify you

they didn’t want to hurt you, after all — you were only a kid

but once they got the hang of communicating with you and you stopped running away and started understanding the situation, things started to go much smoother

whenever you wanted to play you’d use a spare scrap of fabric as a makeshift blindfold, allowing your new companions to move freely

they’d leave notes around the manor and gardens with instructions and messages for you

some are kinder — think ‘take care of yourself’ or ‘your new toys are in the foyer’

but most are more basic — e.g. ‘lunch is at 12 sharp, so not be late’, ‘finish your chores’, ‘your bed still needs to be made’

they spoil you with clothes and toys — things that they have no reason to covet as they’re of no use to them, but that they have an excess of for some reason

they can be quite pompous at times, but if you’re particularly persistent then you’ll usually get what you want from them

they’re basically a large collective of rich uncles who make sure you don’t die or get bored

this does mean locking you in a room sometimes when a visitor arrives — but it’s for your own good, they promise

[yurinaa-world]

Platonic Dan heng, jing Yuan, welt yang with a teen reader that's like lyney :3

Characters: Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, and welt yang platonic! x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: with reader that's like Lyney

Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes,

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

Honestly, he’s blank about how he feels, but if you're happy, he’s chill; he’s read a lot of books about magic tricks, and they are just deceptions to his mind, but March and you insist on making an entire show about it. literally making a talent show with curtains and everything and taking everyone the express has to sit down and let curtains unveiled to see the new magic tricks that you've been working on for a couple of months (no wonder you’ve been stuck in your room for a while).

Only one to drag away because it’s getting dark. He knows you like to entertain kids and all, but since you’re a kid yourself (a technically teen), you should worry about your own bedtime (which is 10:30 PM, buddy).

“(Name)… What are you doing hanging the roof of my room..it’s 3 am?” “Pick a card~” “Get out.” Why are you so weird? he asks himself. If you want him to see your magic tricks, just ask like a normal person (no one is normal on the express).

He does your make-up for you since you don’t have a stable hand to do your magician look (have you seen his red eye makeup? He knows what he’s doing) and also tells you to stop moving around so much just because he might poke your eye out with the eyeliner.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Ha… Aren’t you such a trickster, playing the audience with suspense and making their hearts drop in a moment with your tricks? “Magic,” you say, but it’s just tricks; nothing can fool him, so go ahead and trick Yanqing; he’ll tease him about falling for it.

“The great magician is here to wow your world!” You smirk, appearing at the restaurant stage (where the band would be on), making this whole scene while he’s meeting people; he can’t get mad at you or anything since the restaurant owner asked you to be there!! “Keep your eyes on me since I’m the greatest magician, and no one else.” Well, you got to work on that personality, but good performance.

He gives you a little gift on your birthday that's magic-related, especially a new outfit for you to wear. He can’t have you looking shabby on the stage you've been waiting for so long (he’ll also get you on stage to perform).

Are you a dirty lair playing innocent, like he doesn’t see you cheating while playing chess together? You could fool anyone with those glitter magic tricks or birds coming out of your hat, but did you forget who you were against? Maybe you should’ve thought about it more thoroughly, hmm, don’t you think? A child is nothing against an adult in strength or brain.

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

Your biggest support, he always claps the hardest whenever one of your little magic shows is over, and! I’ll give you advice on what to change, like real advice to make your audience feel better suspense. No matter what you're doing, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats is something every magician should do.

“Mr. Yang! How do you do it? Would you like to see it??” You smile, dragging him away to your room (with magic trick tools all over the room), hyping up your show until it fails and you mess up, which makes you sulk. “How could it not work?!” He comforts you, telling you you could get to work next!

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[nnooahhsworld]

TAKE MY HAND . . . take my whole life too . . .

ABOUT ME

✷ Hi hi hi!! How are u?? Happy, having a nice day? I hope so! My name is Charles but you can call me Charlie, Char, Charls, etc. I'm 14, going on 15 7th March<3

✷ I'm a trans boy and I go by he/him so please don't use she/her pronouns with me.

✷ I'm from Argentina! So I speak Spanish, tho I know English I'm not the best at it.

✷ My hobbies are;; drawing, writing (duh), reading, listening to music and eating jj.

✷ My favourite songs are: “Can't Help Falling In Love” (Elvis Presley) | “Monster” (Skillet) | “Magical Doctor” (Maretu) | “Oh No!” (MARINA) | “HUSHH” (AViVA) |

✷ You can DM me and be friends with me!! I'm kinda shy at first but I get used quick.

✷ Interact if you're fan of: MLP, hh and hb, the black phone, lotr and the hobbit, steven universe, undertale, underverse, puss in boots, Friends, Five Nights At Freddy's, etc.

REQUEST AND BLOG ULES

❥ This is an only YANDERE! Blog.

❥ I write for all readers but i prefer male (cis and trans) readers mostly. I don't write OCS but you can specify Reader is personality, sexual orientation and any physical characteristics that are important.

❥ If Requests are CLOSED don't send me requests, I'll delete it. Tho, my Ask Box is always OPEN <3

❥ Fandoms that I write for:

Hazbin Hotel.

Helluva Boss.

My Little pony.

Kimetsu No Yaiba.

Underverse.

Kung Fu Panda.

Dark Deception.

The Black Phone.

Across The Spiderverse.

Smiling Critters (Poppy Playtime).

❥ What I WON'T write: NSFW (I'm a minor), non-con, Yandere! Reader, Character x OC, Incest, Suicide, Matchs Up, Adult x Minor (only platonic), Dom! Reader x Sub! Character, Stockholm Syndrome, Neurodivergent Readers, Pregnancy, etc.

❥ I'll write Concepts, Headcanons, Drabbles, Scenarios, One Shots and Series (not a really fan but I can try).

❥ I write Romantic/Platonic Relationships and Sharing/Rivalry with multiple characters. I don't write Harem.

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❥ Be respectful and kind when requesting! And I really appreciate knowing your opinion when I already posted your request.

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[cinebration]

Thirty Percent! (Geralt of Rivia x Platonic!Reader) [Request]

Hello!! I love your writing, it's quite immersive and your range is admirable! If requests are still open, I'd like to submit this for consideration: a platonic, close friendship with Geralt of Rivia where the MC has some or significant power and/or skill of her own. Where the relationship is centred on mutual respect and rapport, they work well together, and seek each other out. Feel free to take or leave as much of this as you want, and take as much time as you need. Thank you!!!!—Requested by anon

I think I went hard with the banter-bicker dynamic, but I love that. Apologies if this missed the mark a little. I really ejoyed writing it!

Warnings: monster blood, violence

Gif Source: cavilhenry

Viscous, black blood covered the silver of Geralt’s sword as he slashed at the bloedzuigar. The creature’s leech-like mouth, an oval maw filled with sharp teeth, contracted with a screech of pain, the monster thrashing in the murky swamp water as more black fluid spilled out of its wound.

Geralt leapt back, the water resisting his motion, as the creature swiped with its spike hands, its reach equivalent to Geralt’s. The monster only had an inch or two on the witcher, but the water gave the thing an advantage Geralt lacked as he waded through the morass, feet catching on submerged roots and uneven clumps of mud.

With another vicious screech, the bloedzuigar lunged forward, hacking with its claws. Geralt twisted away, nearly losing his grip on his sword. Hitting the water face-first, he dove beneath the surface and kicked hard, propelling himself away from the creature even as it slithered after him with greater agility.

Geralt gasped for breath as he surfaced, spun around to face the creature.

Gone.

The water chopped in small waves around Geralt from his own hurried escape. With only a half-moon for light, the water was dark, the bottom hidden behind feet of murk and disturbed silt. The creature’s blood floated as a darker patch to Geralt’s right.

Readjusting his grip on the sword, Geralt stood still, minimizing the minute movements of his body sending ripples out through the water. The bank of the swamp rose behind him, cypress trees clustered thickly and preventing easy escape. The attack would come from the front, but whether the creature would surface again when its preferred delicacy—intestines—was still submerged under the water in the witcher’s torso remained to be seen.

Geralt edged toward an open gap between the trees, gaze fixated on the deceptively placid surface of the swamp. His movements sent tiny ripples across the water, marring the reflection of the half-moon.

The witcher’s calf pressed against gnarled roots, the slope of the swamp floor changing underfoot. Geralt glanced over his shoulder at the bank, calculating how long it would take him to haul himself out.

The surface of the swamp broke in a violent fury, the bloedzuigar shrieking as it launched itself at Geralt.

“Fire!”

Something arced over Geralt’s head, spinning with perfect precision. It struck the bloedzuigar on its razor-filled mouth, breaking with an audible snap. Odorous liquid spilled over the creature, stunning and disorienting it.

Scrambling up the bank, hands and feet slipping in the swamp muck, Geralt shoved his hand toward the creature and muttered, “Igni.”

Fire shot out toward the bloedzuigar. The creature burst into flame as the oil coating its mouth and upper torso caught fire. Geralt hauled himself further up the bank as the creature thrashed, dying screams rending the night air.

You peered through the cypress trees at your handiwork. “See, now wasn’t that effective?”

Geralt seized you by the waist and threw you down. He landed beside you as you issued protest.

The bloedzuigar exploded, spewing acid against the protective line of trees.

You chuckled wryly. “I forgot they do that.”

Geralt rolled onto his back, shook his head. “You forgot.”

“Yeah, I forgot. I’m not a witcher. I don’t have everything about the beasties memorized—that’s what the books are for!”

“I agreed to let you tag along—”

“Tag along?” You snorted, hauled yourself up into a sitting position. “I do not tag. And even if I did, you are lucky I was around. With all the swamp water on that thing, Igni would have done precious little to singe the bastard. You’re welcome.”

Geralt grunted, neither protesting nor agreeing.

“Next time, I’ll create myself an oil bomb, and then I won’t need a witcher throwing signs to destroy a creature.”

Geralt’s yellow-gold eyes flicked in your direction, a shadow crossing his dour features. “You won’t go alone.”

“I can and will do whatever I please. Perhaps next time you can accompany me and see my latest inventions at work.”

“Inventions.”

“Not everything is swords and spells and potions, my dear witcher. There are other things that save time and energy. Think of the trebuchet and the power it delivers across vast distances, doing more damage than any battalion in an army on an open field.” Snorting again, you rose to your feet and stared down at the supine witcher. “But since you saved me from horrendous acid, I’ll buy the first round at the tavern.”

“With what coin?”

“‘With what coin?’ The gods quiver to hear such blatant prevarication. I believe we agreed that I would earn thirty percent of your profit on this hunt.”

“Ten percent.”

“Thirty, and I do not aim to bargain unless you agree to give me more than that. So let us retrieve our reward—”

“Ours?”

“—ours,” you repeated, kicking him sharply in the ankle, “and get some food and ale into us before midnight strikes, thank you very much.”

A mild chuff of amusement slipping past his lips, Geralt took your offered hand and hauled himself to his feet. As you both returned to your horses, he wiped the ichor from his silver blade.

“And dry clothes,” you added, the squelch of Geralt’s soaked boots and the scrape of his soaked pants audible. “You know how much I dislike to see pruned skin.”

The witcher eyed you again. “I didn’t agree to sharing my chambers with you.”

“No, you didn’t, but it is a sad fact of life that plans change.”

“Such as reducing your thirty percent to ten percent.”

Swinging up into your saddle, you shot Geralt a flinty look. “Then I will take a pound of your flesh as the remaining twenty percent.”

The witcher chuffed again as he slid the silver sword back into its scabbard and hauled himself up into Roach’s saddle. “None of the creatures I have fought have managed a pound.”

“Yes, but I know when and where you sleep.”

Geralt mulled this over as you both nudged your horses back to the road running past the swamp. “When I first found you trying to blow yourself up—”

“I was unsuccessful,” you protested, both indignant and relieved.

“—you were meeker than—”

“If you say a field mouse, Geralt, I will personally catch your hair on fire.”

The witcher wisely held his tongue, but a faint smile curved his lips.

“If I was ever so meek as you claim, it was that all my courage and effort was focused on not killing myself with my experiments.”

He grunted. “You still try.”

“With much better results,” you countered. “And if I hear you complaining, I will let the next bloedzuigar drain your blood and eat your partially-digested intestines.”

“You said you would buy the first round?”

“How easily you evade the subject, witcher.”

“From your ten percent of wages?”

“Thirty!”

The witcher’s quiet chuckle carried across the field.

[juneyjubilation]

Hey! Can you write a platonic Barbara Gordan x reader where she as Batgirl saves r from a gang and Barbara takes r under her wing and becomes an older sister figure to R?

thank you so much for the request! i love writing as babs, steph, and hope to expand eventually to cass! this was a blast to write, i hope you enjoy it!

no explicitly stated gender for reader, no use of 'reader' or y/n! hope you enjoy :) . . .

You were making your way through the dark, deserted alleyways of Gotham after a long day at work, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of a warm bath and a good meal. Unbeknownst to you, a group of local thugs had taken notice of your solitary trek.

"Hey, sweetheart," one of them called out from the shadows, his voice laced with a predatory edge. "Mind company on your walk?"

You froze for a moment, your heart beating faster as you realized you were in trouble. You couldn't call for help; your phone was in your bag, and any noise would only attract their attention.

"I'm fine, thank you," you replied, trying to sound confident and unruffled. "Just trying to get home."

You continued walking, your pace quickening, but the men didn't take the hint. One of them stepped in front of you, blocking your path. "Ain't nobody asks for your permission, sweetheart."

Your heart was in your throat, but you refused to show fear. Instead, you pulled out your keys, holding them like a weapon. "You should really rethink your approach. I'm calling the police," you lied, fumbling with your phone.

But, you knew GCPD - you knew that they wouldn’t come for a call like this.

"That's funny, because I don't see a phone in your hand," another man pointed out, moving closer.

You knew you had to think fast. You feigned a laugh and dropped your bag, letting it spill its contents. "Oh, right, it's in here. One second."

While the men were distracted, you grabbed your phone and pressed a fake number, holding it to your ear as if making a call. "Hello? Yes, I'm in an alley near 3rd street. I need help, please."

The deception bought you precious seconds. You started backing away, your eyes darting around for an escape. One of the thugs lunged for you, but you were ready. You swung your bag, hitting him in the face with enough force to stagger him.

"Get her!" he yelled, rubbing his nose as you sprinted in the opposite direction.

You heard them running behind you, their footsteps echoing through the alley. You ducked into another narrow passage, hoping to lose them in the maze of shadows.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a figure in black and yellow appeared, her form a blur as she leaped from a rooftop, landing gracefully in front of you. Batgirl.

"Get out of here," she ordered, her voice calm but commanding. Her body moved with preternatural grace as she engaged the gang of thugs, her batons cracking against their skulls with surgical precision.

You hesitated for a moment, watching in awe as the Dark Knight's protégé took on the men, her movements fluid and efficient. But Batgirl's sharp tone snapped you out of your reverie.

You turned and ran, your heart pounding in your chest as you followed the sound of the skirmish. You knew better than to linger, but the adrenaline coursed through your veins, urging you forward.

When you peeked around the corner, you saw Batgirl standing triumphantly over the defeated gang members, her batons twirling in her hands. They were out cold, their weapons discarded on the ground.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as she approached you.

"Yes, thanks to you," you replied, flashing her a grateful smile. "Thank you for coming to my rescue."

Batgirl nodded, her face hidden behind her cowl. "Stay safe, and remember, Gotham never sleeps."

With that, she turned and vanished into the night, her cape flowing behind her like a bat's wings. You watched her go, a sense of relief washing over you. In a city full of darkness, heroes like Batgirl offered a glimmer of hope.

You continued your journey home, your mind whirring with excitement. You'd seen Batgirl in action, and it was a sight you'd never forget. In the chaos of Gotham, she was a shining beacon, a symbol of hope in this god forsaken city.  

. . .

Months had passed since your first encounter with Batgirl, but the memory of her heroics still lingered in your mind. It was a chilly night when you found yourself walking through the same alleys, your thoughts consumed by work-related stress.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar figure, this time engaged in combat with a group of thugs. Batgirl was as graceful and fierce as ever, her batons a blur of motion as she incapacitated her opponents.

But then one of them reached behind his back and pulled out a gun, aiming it at Batgirl's back. Your heart leaped into your throat, and without thinking, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a small taser you kept on your keychain.

You stepped forward, your hand shaking as you pressed the trigger. There was a bright flash, and the thug let out a yelp as the current coursed through his body. He dropped the gun, and you quickly kicked it out of reach.

Batgirl spun around, her cowl concealing her expression. "Thank you," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and gratitude. "That could have gone from bad to worse."

The thugs were now all subdued, their weapons scattered on the ground. Batgirl approached you, her hands outstretching to shake yours.

"I owe you one," she said, offering you a grateful smile.

. . .

In the days that followed, you found yourself drawn into Batgirl's world, a world of shadows and secrets. You'd spend long hours training with her, honing your skills in combat, stealth, and agility.

Batgirl showed you the ropes, her patience and expertise making you feel like you were part of something greater. You watched as she transformed from a skilled fighter into a master strategist, her mind working in ways that left you in awe.

It was then that she introduced you to her other persona - Oracle. Sitting in her state-of-the-art command center, she navigated through an intricate network of surveillance systems, databases, and communication channels.

You watched as she coordinated the efforts of Gotham's vigilantes, her voice calm and authoritative. Oracle's knowledge was vast, her intellect unrivaled. She was the brain behind Batgirl, the driving force that kept Gotham's heroes connected and informed.

In the beginning, your role was small, helping her monitor the city's security feeds and relaying crucial information to Batgirl and the others. But as you grew more adept, she began to trust you with more responsibilities.

Together, you'd track down criminals, plan raids, and decipher complex codes. Oracle's wisdom and Batgirl's combat skills made for a formidable duo, and soon, you found yourself becoming an integral part of their team.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You'd learn to navigate the city's underbelly with ease, your confidence growing with each successful mission. Batgirl became more than just a mentor; she was a friend, someone you could rely on in the darkest of times.

You'd share stories, laughs, and the occasional cup of cocoa as you worked side by side. The mysterious Batgirl you once knew was replaced by a woman who had become a pillar in your life. You'd come to understand her motivations, her passion for justice, and her unwavering commitment to protecting Gotham.

Together, you'd embark on daring missions, taking down notorious criminals and bringing peace to the city's streets. As you grew stronger, both physically and mentally, you'd begin to take on more significant roles in their operations.

Your friendship with Batgirl grew stronger, and you found yourself becoming a part of their extended family. Batman, Nightwing, Robin, and the other heroes would occasionally drop by, and you'd grown to understand them, and their motives behind the caped crusade they’d taken on.

You'd learn to embrace the duality of your new life, balancing your day job with your nocturnal escapades. Each day brought new challenges, new enemies, and new opportunities to grow.

Under Batgirl's wing, you'd blossom into a capable and confident vigilante, always ready to defend the city she loved so dearly. Together, the three of you formed a formidable team, a force to be reckoned with in Gotham's endless battle against crime.

And as the night sky lit up with the glow of the Bat-signal, you'd stand tall, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead, grateful for the opportunity to serve under Batgirl's guidance and learn the ways of Oracle. In the city of shadows, you'd found your place, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

. . . bonus! . . .

One evening, as you both sat in the command center, going over the latest intel, Barbara turned to you, her eyes serious. "There's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat, wondering what she could possibly mean. You leaned forward, your curiosity piqued.

"I know you've seen me as Batgirl and Oracle, but there's another part of me you haven't met," she continued. "I'm Barbara Gordon, and I'm the daughter of Gotham's police commissioner."

Your eyes widened in surprise. She was revealing her true identity, a huge display of trust in you. You'd always known there was a mystery behind the woman in the cowl, but this was more than you'd ever anticipated.

"I'm honored you trust me with this secret," you replied, your voice shaking slightly. "You've become a friend, someone I respect and admire. I promise to protect your secret with my life."

Barbara smiled, a genuine, heartwarming expression that revealed a side of her you'd never seen before. "Thank you. You've proven yourself time and time again, and I know I can count on you."

The revelation brought you closer, a bond forged in the crucible of trust and shared purpose. From that moment on, you knew you'd always stand by Barbara Gordon, Batgirl, and Oracle, ready to defend Gotham and the secrets of those you'd grown to hold dear.

Together, the three of you continued to work in the shadows, a testament to the power of trust, friendship, and the unwavering pursuit of justice. And as the night sky lit up once more with the Bat-signal, you'd stand tall, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead, grateful for the opportunity to serve under Barbara's guidance. In the city of shadows, you'd found your place, a beacon of hope in the darkness.

[chernabogs]

Ames || 24 || Chernabogs is a twst blog where I post my writing and thoughts about the game !! Spoilers will be tagged #twst spoilers

RULES/BIO

Gen.

Ataraxia [Houswardens]

Sortiger [The Dark Mirror Origins]

Erlkonig [Reader-centric; MC has previous history with fae... it goes about as good as you'd expect. Long fic (est. 23 chapters)]

Empty Chairs [Maleficia Draconia; a look at her life to present]

Lapses [Dire Crowley; dimension-hopping theory]

Styx, Fae, & Malleus—Oh My! [Analysis of Styx, BV from war to present, and C7 as of April 2024]

DIASOMNIA

Gen.

Kismet [Lilia, Silver, & Malleus]

Deepwaters [Dia Quartet]

The Woodcutter and The Prince [Dia Quartet and Yuu; Fairytale-esque story]

Lilia

Winter Watch [Lilia & Baul, Sebeks Grandfather; character exploration]

Treppenwitz [Lilia gen.; multi-chapter from childhood to present]

Mead & Ignicolists [General x GN!Reader, not romantic, with Meleanor, Levan, and Maleficia involved]

Stasis [Death of a Queen]

Sunflowers [ xGN!Reader, war-era Lilia and present; a trip down memory lane]

Malleus

Dinner & Deception [Malleus & Queen Maleficia; pre-3rd year Malleus]

Of Obscure Sorrows [Malleus & GN!Prefect; platonic, gen.]

Meet the (grand)parents [Malleus x GN!Reader; meeting Maleficia for the first time]

Growing Season [ x GN!reader; Malleus thinks abt what to write to you while planting roses]

Monody [x GN!Reader, with Lilia & Maleficia involved too]

Caveats [x GN!Reader, can be taken romantically or not; Malleus warning you about interacting with Fae]

Fractal [OB!Malleus]

Saccharine [x GN!reader; from a bookstore to a coffee shop]

The Moon [4 times the moon witnessed Malleus' firsts]

Sin Eater [xGN!Reader, reader has passed on; a conversation between a prince, a starving tradition, and a corpse]

Hop To It [x GN!Reader, read more as platonic; post-overblot daytrip to the zoo]

Silver

Sebek

Resolution [x GN!Reader; Cleaning the cottage after a departure.]

Red River [Prince AU; Young Silver meets a washerwoman in the woods]

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Ortho

POMEFIORE

Vil

Halcyon [A moment of musing together; x reader]

Rook

Epel

SCARABIA

Jamil

Kalim

OCTAVINELLE

Jade

Rhodomel [Jade x GN!Reader, Gen.]

Floyd

Azul

SAVANACLAW

Jack

Ruggie

Leona

Lights Out [x GN!Reader, not really romantic, with Ruggie involved]

HEARTSLABYUL

Cater

Trey

Deuce

Ace

Riddle

[yanderes-galore]

Can you please do a yandere ilima x reader from pokemon?

Look at him, actual pretty boy vibes- Aged up as usual. Going with his behavior in game as I don't watch the anime-

Yandere! Ilima Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Manipulation, Blackmailing, Jealousy, Deception, Vague obsession motive, Slight possessive behavior.

Ilima is/was a popular student in Alola's Trainer School.

He's often called a hero and a prince around it for being so skilled in battle.

The man often shows a friendly and polite nature towards others.

He's dignified and gets fired up during Pokemon battles, studying them closely.

Ilima could've met his darling as another student.

He's often around the school, specializing in normal types to teach the kids even if he is a graduate now.

Students of all ages attend the school and you two are the same age.

Feeling nervous about Pokemon battles?

There's no need to worry... Ilima will help you out!

Ilima in this acts like an assistant to the teachers at times.

You're already pretty intelligent on Pokemon knowledge like him, yet he does like to share facts he's found.

Ilima also talks to you about Pokemon battles and the little side research project he does about it.

Ilima on the surface appears to be a teacher's pet, an attractive man who wants to help you in your studies.

Although pretty faces tend to hold ugly lies.

Despite his pretty features Ilima holds a dark secret.

Ilima would be Manipulative, Possessive, Jealous at times, and Obsessive towards his darling.

When he met you he couldn't take his eyes off you.

He had felt you two had a future together.

You could be friends, rivals, maybe even lovers if he waited long enough.

All Ilima cared about was situating himself into your life once he saw you.

He's good at playing the role of guide.

He'll show you around the school and he'll help you when you need help, it just seems like he wants to help!

In reality while he helps you, he's stalking you behind the scenes.

His slate eyes hold twisted kindness.

It may not all be an act, but he is a damn good actor.

Ilima manipulates you by his side by saying he'll help you with everything.

If he's lucky you'll rely on him for everything.

He most likely has some charisma due to his looks and popularity.

You must be lucky if he wants to help you out.

Ilima can be possessive, such an ugly feeling in someone like him.

Any time he sees you talk with anyone else he feels such a disturbing feeling in his stomach.

Ilima likes the idea of being your only friend.

It's a selfish thought yet a desire of his.

He never usually lashes out at others.

His jealousy brews and he only seems to vent it out during Pokemon battles.

He never wants you to see him angry as it's so uncharacteristic of him.

You may become scared of him afterwards, you only deserve his perfection.

Even though Ilima is far from perfect ever since you arrived in his life.

Not only does he socially isolate and lie to you, he blackmails others around you.

For someone meant to be a perfect and normal person... he has dark inner demons within him.

He's good at playing a facade, you may never know he's ruining your life.

He isn't really a yandere who'd physically hurt you or anyone.

Kidnapping seems like something he'd do but he's against it.

Ilima is still moral enough to not allow his obsession go that far.

He's more like a manipulator.

He gathers dirt on rivals and threatens to show it if they talk with you.

He's more like someone who'd manipulate his darling's life behind the scenes.

Ilima seems like a normal guy who loves to hang out with you...

In reality he's pulling strings to control you more than you think.

[speckle-meow-meow]

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

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Edit: 2024 July 9th

*#1: NSFW is gonna be a no sorry it makes me a bit uncomfy but dirty jokes and mentions will be in some writing depends

*rule #2: if you ask for a request, don't expect it to be out that same day or within the hour. I'm probably procrastinating or to busy depends, don't be rude to other anons and their requests etc. Requests are always open unless said

*rule #3: no incest please 🚫. I can do platonic

*#4: you can ask questions bit not personal ones and if it doesn't seem personal but I still don't want to answer please don't be pushy or I will shut down my request page and you will ruin it for everyone.

*#5: no hate on my posts please

*#6 I will do poly like character x reader x character no ships this is a character x reader blog, sorry❤

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The mᥱ᥆ᥕ-ძ᥆ms:

Black butler

Bna

Resident evil games

Batman games

Dc

Marvel

Dark deception

Tssm

USM (ultimate spiderman)

Some things wrong with sunnyday jack

John doe

House hunted

Red dead redemption 2

Rottmnt

2012 tmnt

Fnaf

Disney villains

Twisted wonderland

Repo! The genetic opera

The evil within (first one I have yet to play the second one )

The devil in me

Genshin impact (I'm not so good with the lore so please forgive me)

Cuphead (I'm in and out of the fandom)

Ducktales

Darkwing duck

Supernatural (though I'm only on season 6)

Undertale (most aus

Deltarune

iZombie

Bee and puppycat

Arcane

HxH

Some slashers (Hannibal 1991, Pennywise 1990 & 2017)

Hocus pocus 1 & 2

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Ps4 spiderman

Btas

Ghostbusters

The real Ghostbusters

People busters

Nope

Welcome home

Owl house

Most cartoon Network cartoons (just ask me if I've seen em and if I have I'll write for what ever character!)

Those are the fandoms for now, I most likely will update it later on, but for now this is it.

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I can do genderbends

Romantic, platonic, & friendship stuff I can do as well

Yandere content I will do but I might not be amazing at it

I can do most readers but it really depends on the reader I'm doing, if I say I can't/won't be able to do it PLEASE don't take any offense by it I either don't know how to write that reader or just don't have any experience with it so forgive me.

Head cannons, one shots, imagine, scenarios etc

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

[moncey-imagines]

hello!can you make yandere dark deception x teen reader?platonically, of course.like,imagine that absolutely everyone is expecting only Doug,but suddenly a cheeky,daring teenager appears with him.have a good day 💜

i dont do child x adult, sorry. im not gonna age doug down...plus im not that much of a fan of doug. sorry, no. :/ if you wanted, i could do imagines of the monsters as yans? some not in a romantic way obvi (agatha, dread duckys etc)

[ichirothehallow]

I’m Bored, So Send Me Your “x Reader” Requests.

(Unfinished: Work In Progress)

Rules:

NO NSFW, The Author Is Repulsed By Anything Retaining To THAT Topic.

Both Romantic & Platonic

Angst Is Allowed: “If It Hurts It Works!”

Fluff Is Always Welcome!

Any Character, Even Background, I Don’t Judge!

Any Gender!

It’s Fiction, You Can Be Anything.

No Incest, Underage, Just Be A Decent Person.

Fandoms I’ll Do:

Comics:

Sonic The Hedgehog Media

Web Series:

Hazbin Hotel

Marble Hornets

The Walten Files

The Mandela Catalog

Cartoons:

Pac-Man And The Ghostly Adventures

Huntik Secrets And Seekers

Marvel

Avengers

Justice League

Hazbin Hotel

Ever After High

She-Ra Princess Of Power

The Dragon Prince

Winx Club

Games:

Sally Face

Little Misfortune

Fran Bow

Resident Evil

Dark Deception

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Slenderman Games

Lego:

Legends Of Chima

Ninjago

Elves Secrets Of Elvendale

City

City Adventurers

Friends

Dreamz

Anime:

Glitter Force

Bleach

Naruto

Bungo Stray Dogs

All Yugioh Series’s(Except Sevens)

[sleepingdeath-light]

their child dies hcs ; joy joy gang

requested by ; anonymous (17/05/22)

fandom(s) ; dark deception

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; hangry the pig, lucky the rabbit, penny the chicken

outline ; “Omg your 'joy joy gang with a kid reader' are so good! But wait wait wait, I want a part 2! how about a mortal came in and then ACCIDENTALLY kill the child on the process. How would their react seeing their child- i mean... The KID dead ? Ignored my request if it's make you uncomfortable :D”

note ; continuation of this post

warning(s) ; child death, canon typical levels of violence

they thought you were safe — you were meant to be safe

they’d made sure you were comfortable and contained in your bedroom before the human even got there — giving you strict instructions to stay there until they came to get you

but the mortal found you first — following the trail of duplicates into the main building and breaking into your room

he probably thought that there was a weapon or a secret escape route there given how many of them were guarding you

but no

it was just you — a tiny, fragile, helpless little human child with your joy joy gang plushies and your merchandise shirt that was four sizes too big

innocent, vulnerable, weak

and he killed you despite it all; slaughtering you in his panic before raiding your play/bedroom for everything it had

convincing himself that you were just another demon and not a child and it was fine — it had to be fine

searching for anything that could help him but finding nothing but soft toys and crayon sketches and fluffy blankets that frayed at the edges

you really were a kid

their kid

and you were dead

and they had seen it all — penny had seen it through the flickering eye of a felled duplicate

and when she saw your blood she screamed — a harrowing, deathly wail that only mourning mothers can make

and lucky and hangry’s metal hearts sank because they knew — of course they did, how could they not?

they’d failed you and you were gone and they would sooner die than let that mortal get away with it

and, rest assured, they didn’t — he never made it out of their dimension and anyone who would have seen what remained would have never even recognised it as human

but they never got over their loss, most people never do, and they mourn you every moment of every day

seeing you in every smile and every sunset and every laugh and tree and soft thing

they never buried your body as you never rotted, instead putting you back in your bed and letting you rest before boarding the room back up

they still visit you, though, as often as they can — but they never mention it to the others

because above it all, despite it all, you will always be their kid

penny’s little squishie

hangry’s chief taste tester

lucky’s tiny mischief maker

their baby, their human, their child

in life and in death

[hauntedwitch04]

Scary house

🎃Halloween party🎃  

platonic!Loki x platonic Stak!reader

Words: about 0.65k words

Warning: a bit scary, sarcastic reader (how a Stark can’t be sarcastic?), a scared Loki ?

Author’s note: hi loves! day 21th! Here  I’m so sorry but i was really busy this week. I’ll try post everything this weekend.  I choose to write this with Stark reader, because I really love tha idea of the daughter of Tony getting along with Loki. Hope you like this one I really enjoyed writing this one.

✒️:  “You won’t be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house.” “Okay.” “What, you don’t insist?” “No, because apparently you’d rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere.” “Fuck you.”

Requests are open I  Ask  I  My masterlist   I  Join the Taglist

Loki still could not believe how weak he had been and how he had been persuaded by you, in following you in this, to say the least, stupid venture.

"You are a little Stark witch, and you will not be able to convince me otherwise." He says, following you as you enter the woods, now in darkness, with only a flashlight to light your way and the light of the moon, dimly coming through the dry branches.

"They also call me Morgana, as well as Y/N." You say laughing as you realize you are almost there. It took weeks to convince the God of Deception to follow you on your quest: to visit an abandoned house you had seen might be cursed. You didn't know why you were so intrigued, but you felt you had to go through with it, and besides, it was the time to try out the new powers gained from one of the gems: the ability to communicate with the afterlife. The fact that it was October 21 and therefore ten days before Halloween was purely coincidental.

"Really?" Asks the stunned god as he sees you pause, which can only make him let out a sigh knowing his impending doom.

"No, I was being sarcastic, I summon the dead, it's not like I'm King Arthur's sister, at most they can call me Nico of Angelo."

"Sister of whom? Nico of what?" Loki asks even more confused than before.

"Nothing, quiet, fangirl things." You say as you roll your eyes.

"I don't understand you young humans." He continues.

"At least you have the excuse that you're from another planet, here even our parents don't understand us." You say before walking toward the abandoned mansion. It's bigger than you expected, but that certainly won't stop you.

"You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." He says distantly, since he is still not following you. You smile, knowing that you will succeed one way and another, and begin your game.

"Okay." You say quietly as you continue walking toward the house. You're a little afraid too, but you try not to show it, and you succeed brilliantly.

"What, you don't insist?" Loki asks in amazement as he takes a couple of steps toward you. He knows inside that he loves you more than he cares to admit, and that somehow this young daughter of Stark has managed to warm his little icy heart and now seems almost like a daughter or younger sister to him, and so he can't help but be concerned about you, which is precisely why he agreed to come.

"No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." You say simply, turning around and smiling at him, before continuing walking and arriving at the front door of the house.

"Fuck you." Loki shouts, only to run and arrive in seconds beside you. "Sometimes I really hate you more than your father."

"I love you too little snake." You respond by opening the door, which is opened with an eerie squeak. "Besides, I want to practice conjuring and talking to people, and I need your help. Maybe even see some ghosts!" You continue excitedly, as he widens his eyes, and begins to scream.

"YOU'RE CRAZY IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LET YOU CONJURE UP GHOSTS IN MY PRESENCE IN A CURSED HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!"

"Are you finished?!"

"YOU LISTENED TO WHAT I SAID!"

"No, and I don't care, now we want to go in or what."

"Sometimes I wonder if you have any survival instinct at all."

"How tragic we are. Remind me never to let you see a horror movie."

"WHAT WAS THAT NOISE."

"Your breath Loki, your breath. God even Disney you can't see at this rate."

[daliain]

Hello! I'm sorta new to this blog? I'm gonna do x reader or post random stuff in this thing.

So for today's menu is:

Character x reader. One shot and scenarios! (Maybe)

Rules for this menu that are allowed are;

●Fluff

●Platonic relationship

●Child reader (Platonic)

●Female reader

●Male reader

●Nb Reader

●Romance

●Au

●Angst/Sad one shot or scenarios (Maybe)

●Yandere 👀

And The things I will not and never write are;

●Smut or any sexual content

●Character x character( this is a x reader)

●Nsfw request

●Incest (A BIG NO)

●Pedophile (ANOTHER BIG NO)

I think that's all of it.

And the fandoms I am in are;

●Skullgirls (unfortunately)

●Dark deception

●Hetalia(Sadly)

●Identity v

●Scp (I'm questioning myself)

●Creepypasta (I'm gonna need therapist)

●Deltarune (a little bit)

●Undertale (shhhhh)

●Hazbin hotel

●Helluva boss

●Mystic Messenger (do not asked how I'm doing)

●Genshin impact (sorta)

●Blush Blush (😭)

●Mob Psycho 100

●etc

Do not question some of these fandoms I am in.

Warning;

Grammar mistake

Slow updates (Losing motivation and feeling like a burn out most of the time)

Maybe out of character?

(there are some characters I'm trying to get Information correctly)

That's all. ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)ᵇʸᵉ

Oh I forgot. I might add my oc in this blog to especially make them have romantic or platonic relationship with the reader.

★Good bye! And Good night *Bonk*

(Even though it's morning-)

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　.・゜-:　

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~MASTERLIST 3~

In order of oldest to newest. The ones at the top are the oldest and the ones at the bottom are the newest.

Starts of exactly where the last masterlist left of.

(Dark deception) Gold watchers with a gn!s/o who has a 3rd eye both physically and magically and can see the future but has to mediate daily (very short) hcs :

(Beastars) | plant fertiliser. | beastars OOC!tem x murder!plantobsessed!insane!human!reader | PLATONIC.| :

(Welcome home arg) | Shelfs | Howdy pillar x gn!Reader | really short fanfic | :

(Welcome home arg) Howdy pillar with a reader/ s\o that just came into the neighbourhood [headcanons] :

(Welcome home arg) Howdy pillar with a reader who can be very skittish at times hcs :

(Welcome home arg) Julie joyful and howdy pillar (separate) with a short s/o:

(Welcome home arg) Julie joyful & fem!reader doing a girls night hcs:

(Dark deception) Spoiled cotten! ||dark deception x child!gn!human!reader|| malak,Agatha & gold watchers || OOC! :

4th MASTERLIST (starts right where it left off) :

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[writing-the-stars]

klaus mikaelson x fem!reader where shes been his best friend basically since birth (she's an original) and she thinks klaus likes cami and gets jealous but hes just trying to distract himself because he likes the reader and its just a rlly fluffy/angsty love confession

It Has Always Been You

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After all these years, you realize your feelings for your best friend a little too late

Warnings: Angst, Camille Slander, Canonical Violence, Reader Is A Tad Bit Dramatic, Maybe A Shitty Ending (Shitty In The Way That I Don't Know How To End Things). Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi Kayla! Thank you so much for this request. I was in a bit of a writing rut and writing this one-shot rekindled my passion for writing, so thank you for that! I know it was a bit of a wait, but I hope this is worth it. Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

Masterlist | TVDU Masterlist

You don't know how it happened, or when it even began. You can't seem to recall when the conversations and stories shared between two friends began holding a heavier value or when the amicable gestures and platonic exchanges started carrying a deeper level of intimacy with them. When gazes started to linger and your heart rate started rising. When your thoughts began drifting more and more to tresses of dark ash blonde and pools of blue and green. When being apart for more than an hour began to feel like torture and the only time you ever felt safe was in his presence.

It happened so slowly— that feeling of love— creeping up on you when you least expected it. You had no idea it even found you till just this moment. As you stand in his doorway, heart sunk to your stomach, you realize that somewhere along the millennium together your heart lept over the line between love and friendship and your brain is just now catching up.

You watch your lifelong friend, the man that you have admired and adored for as long as you can remember, get ready for a date you didn't even know he had with a girl you already despise— simply for the fact that she isn't you.

"So, who is the lucky girl?" you ask— a forced grin painted on your face as you try to be enthusiastic. His reflection looks back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he finishes buttoning his dress shirt. A smirk stretches across his lips, almost as if he is toying with you. A predator stalking its prey— a sick satisfaction from the dread that's filling your bones.

"Camille," he informs you— the pride in his voice not going unnoticed. Your heart clenches and your brave facade begins to crumble.

She is a beautiful woman. Intelligent, spirited, and compassionate. It's no surprise that he's taking her out, she is exactly the type of woman that draws in the Original Hybrid, and yet, you feel absolutely blindsided. All the times you teased him about the blonde— unknowingly gaging just how much she meant to him— with Klaus always assuring you she was "simply a means to an end." How foolish you feel now for having bought into what was obviously a blatant lie. If you hadn't been blinded by your own swelling emotions, perhaps you would have seen right through his deception.

You curse yourself for your own naivety. Klaus has been your best friend since you were both children, having always been the most reliable man in your life. You have seen every part of each other, watching as he grew from the timid, meek boy you first knew to the fearsome, courageous man he has become. No one on Earth knows you better than he does, no one in the entirety of the universe understands him better than you do. You have shared your entire lives together, experiencing even the darkest depths of each other's souls; and you have loyally remained by his side through it all because you know there is no one who will care for you as deeply and protect you as fiercely as the Original Hybrid. And now you are losing your best friend— possibly the greatest love of your life— to a pathetic human whose biggest accomplishment in life is her psychology degree.

How could this have happened? How could you have been so ignorant of your own emotions? It felt like some sick, cruel joke— a punishment for all your years of shaky morals and reckless behavior. In a way, you guess you deserved this. After all, you spent years toying with the emotions of countless lovers, using them to distract from the boredom your overextended existence tended to bring. 

It's not like you had always intended to crush their hearts, it's just that you believed love was something that would always evade you. It's clear to you now that's because love had already found you, you just didn't recognize it. 

And now, here is the man that you love, embarking on his own quest for something that is standing right behind him. The universe is fiendish like that. 

Using what's left of your composure, you swallow the lump forming in your throat and wish him well, turning your back to return to the solitude of your bedroom. In doing so, you miss the own flare of disappointment in Klaus's eyes who had hoped going on this date would spur some kind of reaction in you— some sign that you shared an inkling of the love and devotion he has for you. But alas, the two of you were blinded by your own foolish oblivion. 

-*-

Three weeks. Three insufferable, excruciating, and tortuous weeks. That's how long that stupid little bartender has been flaunting her budding romance with your hybrid. You've seen more of her face in the Compound these past couple of weeks than you care to see for another millennium. 

Her mocking smile every time she greets you, letting you know she has something you can't have; her taunting voice— the sound of nails on a chalkboard— every time she calls his name or shares in the same laughter you used to indulge in with Klaus; and the stars in her eyes whenever she looks at the Mikaelson makes you want to claw them right from their sockets.  You know the hatred you hold towards the blonde is spiteful and unjust, but when has the world ever been just towards you? 

Due to the same fear your parents held towards the men who turned into beasts that the heads of the Mikaelson Family held, you had been forced into the same ritual the rest of the siblings had been subjected to, turning you into this immortal being. Then, you were thrust into the life of a fugitive, spending years of your life on the run from a crazed barbarian who sought to kill you for becoming the very creature he made you be.  And finally, in the cruelest twist of fate yet, the universe had you realize your deep-rooted love for the man you have spent the entirety of your life with the moment he falls into the arms of another woman. 

No, life was not fair and life was not kind, so why shouldn't you get to treat the thieving blonde just as cruelly? 

You had hoped that your maltreatment of the bartender would be enough to drive a wedge between them and drive her away, but she was infuriatingly persevering. No amount of nasty comments, purposeful isolation, or continuous reminders that she would never belong in the family of the most powerful supernatural beings on the planet were enough to deter her. 

She continued to return to the compound with the same insulting smile coloring her expression as she waltzed into Klaus's arms, showing you what you could've had. Finally, you had enough. 

That's why your hand was now wrapped tightly around her throat— her eyes wide and bulging, begging to be released from your strong grip. You smirk sadistically to yourself, enjoying the feeling of how precariously her life rests in your hands. One twist of your wrist and you will eradicate the only thing standing in the way of you and Klaus Mikaelson. 

"Y/N, please, put the girl down," Elijah's steady and calm voice requests, but you pick up on the sense of urgency dancing in the undertone. 

"Ah, come now, brother. The night just became entertaining. Let Y/N have her fun," Kol petitions from behind you, clearly amused by the night's sudden turn of events. Your outburst was rather unexpected— even for you. You weren't even aware of what you were doing till the bartender's back slammed against the brick wall— her scream getting caught in her throat as you cut off her airways. 

You could end it all right here, right now. Put yourself out of your misery. You want to, you are about to when a hand is placed on your shoulder, reminding you of the gravity of the situation. You can't kill the girl, no matter how badly you wish to— not without ruining everything you have spent a millennium building with Klaus. 

No matter how much you wish it wasn't so, he likes the intolerable blonde, maybe even loves her. If you were to take her away from him, he would never forgive you. The Original Hybrid would probably spend the rest of your life hunting you to your end, and that's not something you could handle. You rather have half of him, watching from the sidelines as he finds happiness with someone else than have none of him at all. 

"Y/N, let her go," Klaus's voice rings out in the tense silence. The room watches with bated breath, wondering what your next move will be as your fingers twitch over the blonde's throat— her pulse weakening under the strength of your grasp.  With dissatisfied resignation, you slowly retract your hand; the girl immediately plummets to the floor. As you back away from her crumpled figure, the surrounding atmosphere lightens as if the room has let out a breath of relief. The two older Mikaelsons surge to her side, checking for any severe injury. It's enough to make you want to scoff, but as your eyes meet the widened, shock-blown blues of Rebekah, you realize just how grave of a mistake you almost made. 

And as you fully begin to comprehend the situation before you, you can't help but feel the weight of the ignominy you subjected yourself to. The walls of the compound appear to be closing in on you— the air getting harder to breathe. The weight on your chest strengthens and it feels as if the room itself is trying to snuff you out, telling you that you no longer belong. 

Perhaps the room was right. What if you were the one who did not belong? Looking at the scene before you, it would appear that way. The manner in which the siblings are huddling around the blonde bartender, attending to her with the utmost care and soothing all of her fear. It seems that you have become the outsider looking in— your time with the Mikaelsons reaching its end. After all, what more could you offer after spending a millennium together? You were old and played out, essentially a walking reminder of a life most of them have preferred to forget. 

Camille was new and exciting— a terrain yet to be explored. She holds an intrigue you no longer have, and probably have not had for a while. It is clear to you now that you had lost this war long before you even started fighting. So, surrendering your battle, you launch yourself into the streets of New Orleans, giving you time to grieve the only life you have ever known. 

-*-

You return to your room, a heaviness in your heart, ready to pack up the life you had loved so dearly. It's easier this way, you have to convince yourself, else you will never leave. 

"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Klaus's voice fractures the silence of your bedroom, startling you in the process. You had been so distracted wallowing in your own misery that you hadn't even noticed his presence. In fact, you had assumed he would not even be in the compound, thinking he would be off somewhere comforting his darling Camille. 

Your eyes meet his— darkened by the anger shrouded in them, just as you had suspected. You wonder just how much groveling you will have to subject yourself to in order to gain his pardon. Or maybe it would be better if he did punish you. You had somehow managed to evade the silver daggers all of these years, but maybe a century of darkness wouldn’t be so awful. 

"Klaus, I'm sorry about Camille. I don't know what came over me. I usually have better control over my emotions, you know that. I just-," you pause, bracing yourself for what you are about to say next because you know once you speak it, it'll become real and the course of your life will be permanently altered. "I've already made plans to leave. I'm just here to pack up my belongings. All I can do is beg for your forgiveness and I promise you if you show me mercy this one time, you will never see or hear from me again. It will be like I never existed at all," you vow to the hybrid, your voice wavering under the weight of your emotions. 

"Leave," he hisses as if the words themselves burn his throat— the thought of you leaving him completely unimaginable to the hybrid. You have been the one constant throughout his several lifetimes. The anchor keeping him grounded in the chaos that surrounds him, the beacon of light that guides him when he finds himself slipping into darkness, the fire that warms him when he believes he's grown too cold. 

Your loyalty and tenderness towards him have often reminded the Mikaelson that he is not pure evil or an irredeemable monster— that he too is worthy of love and affection. You remind him of the man he used to be, the man he often wishes to become again. You remind him of all the good that he is capable of. You are his heart, his humanity, and to live without you is simply unfathomable.

"You think I'm just going to let you leave?" he questions in utter disbelief— your heart dropping at the query. Of course, it would not be that simple. You have seen time and time again what happens to those who cross the Original Hybrid. He was merciless and cruel, having no tolerance for people who disappoint him; and your act of treason has to be one of the biggest disappointments Klaus has experienced. 

"I know what I did is unforgivable, but I-"

"You think that I care for one bloody moment about what happened with Camille!" Klaus roars, stunning you into silence, "She means nothing to me. You could have killed her tonight for all that I care! But you, love, you're not leaving me. I will not allow it."

He towers over you menacingly, but as you look into his eyes you see the fear shining through his anger. He is terrified of losing you. And as much solace as his words and the emotion that drives them brings to you, it also leaves you baffled, struggling to comprehend the contradiction. 

"Klaus, I don't understand. You've been seeing that blonde wench for three weeks, parading her around the compound, showering her in affection, and granting her all of your time. You practically replaced me with her," you tell him— your words bitter, coating the hurt that you feel. But just as easily as you can see through Klaus, he sees straight to the root of your acidity. 

His face contorts as he lifts a hand to lightly brush over your face, pushing your hair back and resting his palm against your cheek. "Y/N, no one could ever replace you. You are unparalleled, utterly priceless," Klaus tells you, his voice soft and warm with pure love and adoration. His eyes burn with sincerity as if to imprint his words on your skin so that you will always be reminded. 

"You have captured my heart from the very beginning. Camille was merely a distraction— a means to an end. But you, my love, it has always been you."

You're frozen, his confession leaving you breathless. You can't even begin to comprehend the surge of emotion inside of you; incognizant of how to process his profound declaration of love. You had spent the last three weeks in absolute agony over a man who has loved you just as ardently. Without wasting another moment of time, you bring your lips to kiss feverishly against his own, pulling him into you as closely as possible. Your body molds perfectly into the curves and ridges of his framework as if you had been carved from the same stone— torn apart for so long and finally melding into the other once again. 

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