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Yandere uzui and his wives where they use kangaroo method on reader and baby reader non stop because to them she's a weak lil babyđ
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YANDERE UZUI TENGEN X READER X WIVES
When you were adopted into the tengen family, you would have never expected this- this⌠you donât even know what to call it at this point your parents died in battle while fighting multiple of the twelve kizuki , they were considered valiant slayers, so it was quite the flashy thing to have you stay with them, in uzuis words. To your surprise, all of the members of the household never mentioned them, they knew it would uoset you, so they didnât bring it up. Ever. Thatâs what you thought anyways.
As weeks passed by of you in their care, you had started to realize a different, the adults all around started treating you fragile, all because you got sick a few fimes. They brought in some odd customs, which you didnât find to be all that odd, mainly because they had told you all parents did this with their children. They made you think your parents were bad ones, all part of the plan.
At some point, you stopped becoming a house guest, and more became a part of the family, they wanted a child, but conceiving one would be rather annoying, considering it would cause may fights about who would actually have to get pregnant. They wanted a child, and bam, uzui brings home a child. It was just so perfect, they couldnât pass up on thsi oppurtunity.
âStop squirming, itâs time for your nap.â The burly man spoke, not harshly, but strictly. It did nothing to stop you from doing so, but the sentiment was there. There was a firm silk wrapped around the two of you, you, being much smaller than tengen, were enveloped by the fabric, while it barely covered his chest. There were diamonds laced through the fabric, they glittered in the pink hue of your room. You felt suffocatingly restricted, your arms and legs pinned in a hug around him, the shiny fabric (which by the way, is very soft) was wrapped in a few loops around your body to attach it to his own. He patted your head slowly, rubbing in circles in attempts to calm you,
âWhatâs the point? Just let me sleep on the couch with sumaâ you complained, your head peaking out of the fabric, he looked down at you with those purple eyes of his, and with a scowl, shook his head. Heâd heard this was supposed to calm down children, through suma, who had been obsessively worrying about your health after that one mission wher you lost almost all of your strength. Yet here he was, left with an annoyed baby, who will not stop trying to get out of the wrap.
âNo, last time I let you do that she wouldnât let go, you are ill at the moment, you need warmth. we are not having this discussion, just relax alright? This is going to help youâ he continued his sores hurt, practically daring you to challenge him again, you didnât, knowing that he would up the babying 100% if you did. So poutingly so, you gave up, and tucked your head under the fabric as he bounced from one foot to the other. As much as you did hate this, hate being here against your will, hate being treated like youâre weak, this was a little calming, just being able to touch someone and feel someoneâs heart beat.
âFine. You owe me, I wanna go outside todayâ you reasoned from under your little pouch, placing a hand on his warm, really warm, chest, and tracing circles around all the scars set in his skin. You could feel him sigh, but you knew that he would give in. Uzui was probably the most reasonable, even if he wasnât very reasonable at all, his wives( supposedly your mamas) were overbearing, they coddled you and took care of you for no reason, around any of them it was like you were a baby again, and not in any peaceful way. It almost hurt how often they took advantage of the fact that you were both smaller, and weaker than all of them.
Maybe thatâs why you like having these calm moments with tengen, where no one else is around, and itâs just you, him, and the wrap around your body⌠you still hated it though, and would much rather cuddle on your own time. Your hand, nails now painted with multicolored polish(the girls doing), punched at his chest to try and get uzui to let you go. He barely budged.6
âIâll give you twenty minutes in the blossom fields, No more than that, I just want to keep you safe, you know that, right pretty baby?â The man took no time in comforting you, knowing that the short period of time outside wouldnât be enough for your curious self, you wanted to explore, to reach to the stars. He wouldnât let you. All he cared about right now was holding on nice and tight to you, And keeping your cute little self safe.
The usually extravagant man was oddly quiet at the moment, oddly calm, you didnât know what it was, but that made this all the more comforting, the fact that even he was quiet and calm. Slowly, his large hands dragged up and down your back, he cooed, watching you snuggle closer to him subconsciously, you pressed your face into his bare chest, soaking in his sharp smellz This was really your first time getting this intimate with any of them, with anyone for that matter. You always thought hugging and cuddling was stupid, you were wrong, usually it takes over twenty minutes for you to fall asleep, but here we are, you pretending like you hate this whole simultaneously cuddling closer into his warmth.
After a few minutes of the man (who was wearing nothing but his uniform shorts and you) rocking you back and forth, you dozed off, dreaming of the three wives of him. Waiting their return home.
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âThat isnât faaaairr I want a turn!â You woke up to a womanâs voice, which very obviously belonged to suma, piped up. You were still bundled up against uzui, now lying down, you let out a groan at the sudden noise, they couldnât have been talking for that long, considering you just woke up. And you are usually a very light Sleeper, considering the fact that you live in paranoia of one of them murdering you. Thatâs got dark really quickly, anywho, it was very obvious that there was an argument going on between the two. Ever since you got sick everyone started arguing. You couldnât place why.
âYou have made her wake up- great! â the other woman piped, pointing at the rustling hall of fabric, a tiny y/n peeping her head out from the cover. Although suma had been the one to actually ask tengen to try this out, to strip you of your clothing and cuddle close bare chested, hinatsuru planted that seed, she was the one to Lead suma right into the gossiping future mothers in the town square. She was the one to talk about it with suma, this is how it always went, she always knew more, she always wanted you to be hers, but she kept it behind that kind mask. She just wants to see you all babied up, all cute and sleepy, and oh boy can she not wait till itâs her turn.
âWeâll look who decided to say hello from their nap, not a very flashy awakening, but acceptable. Because itâs youâ tengen spoke, he heard youâre heartbeat change the moment you opened up those eyes of yours, heard the stop in your breathing for a split second. Of course he was slightly annoyed with the disruption in his moment of euphoria, his peaceful time with you. He wouldnât show it, it was for the best though, later he for sure would get a lecture on how it wasnât fair that he was hogging you.â
âGet me out of this thingâ you reached your arms out, and the woman awed, you just looked so adorable, reaching out for your mama. Obviously the action was intentional, she always bent to your will whenever you looked cute. In the same way that you can never say no to a puppy when they beg for food.
âAw but donât you like it? Maki and I tried extra hard to find a pattern you would likeâ suma squealed, you could see that she would throw a fit if you said you didnât like it, she wouldnât cry or anything, but she would talk your ear off about how she slaved away trying to find the right things and blah blah blah. You loved her, but you did not want to argue with her.
âNo I like it. But Iâm hot, and Iâm hungry. What time is it anyway?â You questioned, trying to stretch out of the wrap, you werenât hot, it was actually quite comfortable, but you were now hungry, being that youâd only ate some mangos this morning.
âItâs around your time for dinner, maki made some of your favorite! â hinatsuru went around the large man you were attached to, starting to undo the complex knot that was tied around the two of you. Uzui staredbdown at you as the fabric came undone, his purple eyes following your expressions closely, you just look so sweet right now, there is not avoiding the inevitable cuteness overload he will get whenever he sees you all sleepy. A sleepy y/n is a content y/n, and a content y/n is someone who is very willing to cuddle. He wished he could take a photo in his brain of this moment, a deep smile spread across his face, watching hinatsuru wrap the cloth around your bare chest. And carry you way, you obviously thought this would be the last time this would happen, this whole kangaroo thing, he knew it wasnât, he knew that this would escalate into more, but he wasnât going to object, he wanted it, but he didnât want to be the villain making you do it.
You were just so small⌠so weak. You were training under him once, along with your little friend group, but he had deemed that your small, unflashy self, wasnât strong enough. That you couldnât handle all the blood and death, not with that innocent mind of yours, obviously you didnât grow up with suffering, that is until almost all of your family died and you started training with your brother. When you got sad when he withdrew you from the demon slayer groups he explained that he was doing this to protect you.
Just like he was making you stay here against your will
And how he overpowered you when you would get upset
And, how he poisons your afternoon snack. Just so you stay sleepy all day⌠itâs to help you
He swears on it
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This took me WAY too long to write,but it turned out okay⌠I think
Iâm literally in love with tengen⌠and maybe Iâve started creating a demon slayer inserted reader, and maybe sheâs a Kamado đ
Anywho, thanks for requesting, thsi was fun to write!
Have a great day today!
SILLY LITTLE BAT
pairings ⸺ Yandere! Platonic! Batfamily x Anti-Hero! Fem!reader.
sinopsis ⸺ In the shadowed halls of Wayne Manor, a girl lost among the darkness seeks the connection she never had. Her mother, a kleptomaniac with a broken heart, vanished, leaving only echoes of empty promises. Surrounded by a family that never sees her, her pain turns into a deafening silence. The void left by her past traps her in a limbo of solitude and sorrow.
One dark night, seeking her own way, she became what she once despised. Now, like the albino bat rejected by its own flock, she flies alone in the twilight. Her pale skin glows in the dark, but her heart still yearns for the warmth of a home she never came to know.
warnings ⸺ Dark Themes, Dead, murdering,Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Discrimination, Violence, Blood, LGBT Content, Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Implicit Sexual Content, Mental Illness, Addiction, Suicide, Torture, Corruption, Isolation, Trauma, Phobias, Paranoia, Manipulation
A/N â English is not my first languageâSpanish isâso there might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there. This is the first part of a story Iâm writing for a friend (Isabel, I love you, you brat), and also an experiment to see what itâs like to write on Tumblr. Please support me! :"((
Nobody is coming to save you
Get up.
Your mother was not a good woman, and that was an undeniable fact, heavy as the shadow that covers Gotham City at nightfall. She was a creature of the underworld, one among the specters that wandered under the yoke of crime, walking among dangerous names like Selina Kyle or Harleen Quinzel, yet always remaining in the background, never reaching their fame or infamy.
She was nothing more than a kleptomaniac and a mythomaniac, doomed to live by cunning and deceit. She took advantage of the men who crossed her path, from the lowest criminals, like The Penguin, to the most powerful man in the city: Bruce Wayne.
You never called him Dad. To you, he was always Bruce, and on the rare occasions you addressed him, you did so with distant formality, "Mr. Wayne." Richard, your adoptive brother, found in him a father figure, while to you, he was just another shadow in the mansion, that huge, cold house you arrived at after your motherâs death.
You remember how, time and again, you tried to warn your mother to stop stealing, to stop lying, that those dark paths would inevitably lead her to Arkham Asylum, surrounded by all the lunatics you feared so much, or even worse: to death. But she always responded with a playful smile, stroking your head with her delicate hands, adorned with stolen jewelry and crude tattoos. "Those are just fantasies of an eight-year-old girl," she would say sweetly, while her ring-laden fingers assured you that you neednât worry, "I will always come back for you," she promised, "because you are the only thing more valuable than any diamond Iâve ever held."
But the cruel truth was that was the last time you saw her. That night she left, and she never returned. It was then that the last vestiges of innocence faded with her absence. From that moment on, you ceased to be a child.
And that was one of the few things you understood with absolute clarity. There were no more empty promises, no more caresses tinged with lies. All that remained was the silence of a life fading away, like a stolen jewel that never returns to its rightful owner.
The only thing you knew after calling the police when your mother didnât show up after two days was that they found her corpse in a back alley far from Gotham, showing signs of having been beaten and bruised by some underground gang.
Commissioner Gordon searched the entire house for illicit substances and signs of debts to mobsters, but he only ended up finding documents, stolen jewelry, and letters from your mother that were never sent, and most importantly, DNA evidence implicating that the cityâs millionaire was your biological father.
From then on, your life was stained with eternal gray, that muted shade that erased all traces of light or shadow. There was no more white or black, only a silent fog that, day by day, enveloped you and dragged you into a madness that seemed inevitable. Gotham itself seemed more alive than the place you called home, although "home" was never the right word.
You didnât love any of the Wayne family members. Bruce, your biological father, never listened to you. To him, you were always just another shadow, a ghost in the vast mansion that he prioritized over his other children, his "true" heirs. There was always something more important, something more urgent, and your presence faded among the cold walls and the echo of his hurried footsteps. With each passing day, you became more invisible to him, as if your very existence were a mistake he preferred to ignore.
Richard, the perfect brother, was kind on some occasions. He spoke to you courteously, but when you needed him, when you asked him to attend one of your performances, there was always an excuse, something that kept him away, as if your passion and accomplishments were insignificant details in his heroic life.
Jason, on the other hand, despised you from the start. He saw you as an intruder, a child of goldâbut not of that pure and valuable gold, but of a dirty and false one, which he always mocked with disdain. And although you never cared for him, when he died, silent tears rolled down your face. It wasnât out of love, but out of respect for what he represented, for the brutal reality of his fall.
Tim, in contrast, was the most indifferent. To him, you were a nobody, so irrelevant that you werenât even worth a glance. Spending time with his friends or being the Robin of the moment mattered more than you did. You lived on his periphery, in a limbo where neither your name nor your face seemed to exist.
Cassandra, Stephanie, Barbara⌠at least they treated you with politeness, but you knew they didnât really remember who you were. They saw you, smiled at you out of obligation, but deep down you knew they had no idea of your name, your story, your struggle to be more than a shadow in that world.
The worst of all was Damian, your younger half-brother. When he arrived at the mansion, Alfred introduced him to you with that serene formality he always had, and you, driven by an almost desperate impulse, tried to reach out to him. You wanted to offer him the support and affection of an older sister, that warmth you would have longed for in his situation. But all you received in return was a cold response: a katana piercing your abdomen. I wish I could say it was just a metaphor, but no, that wound was as real as the blade that cut your skin.
You would have liked to think that the pain was symbolic, that Damian had only rejected your affection with harsh words or his usual arrogance. But no, it was much more than that. The only thing you received in exchange for your attempt at fraternal love was a stab, a scar you still carry not only on your body but also in your soul. Because in that brutal gesture, you understood that the blood that united you also separated you, sharper than any weapon. And that was how you tried to connect.
You strived to stand out, to learn, to shine in your own ambitions, wishing that your success would be enough to earn you a place, a bit of affection. But no matter how hard you tried, it was never enough. Your talent crashed against indifference, your achievements faded into the air, as if they had no weight in the lives of others.
The only light, the only beacon in that storm of gray, was Alfred. The only one who smiled at you with genuine tenderness, the only one you truly loved. To you, he was the real father, the one who was always there, expecting nothing in return, offering you a silent but firm love. You did call him father, and his presence was the only thing that kept your sanity, the only thing preventing the gray from consuming you completely.
But even that love, so genuine and deep, was not enough to fill the void that your own family left you. And in that void, you continue to float, trapped between the girl you were and the woman you are trying to be, searching for a place you can truly call home.
Y/n's small room, though modest, had always been her refuge. The walls were adorned with unfinished sketches, trophies from various activities, and some paintings she had completed with dedication, showcasing her passion for both manual and performing arts.
The dawn light filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the space in golden tones, giving it a warmth that contrasted with the coldness of the rest of Wayne Manor.
On the desk, a small cake rested on a plate, simple yet made with love. Beside it, Alfred, with his usual understated elegance, watched Y/n with a mixture of nostalgia and concern. He, the only one who seemed to remember her birthday, offered her a delicate professional drawing set, wrapped in smooth, elegant paper.
"Happy birthday, Miss," Alfred said with a gentle smile, although his eyes reflected a sadness that was hard to conceal. "I know how much you love art, so I thought this would be helpful for your new projects."
Y/n took the gift in her hands with a genuine smile. It had been so hard for her to find moments of joy lately, but Alfred's gesture filled her with a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She placed the gift into one of the many brown boxes she had prepared for her upcoming move.
"Thank you, Alfred. It's perfect," she said, examining the set carefully, as if each detail were a reminder of the affection he held for her. "It will help me a lot... although, well," she sighed, as if searching for the right words. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that." Alfred raised an eyebrow, attentive, as she continued, glancing at the small space that had been her home within the vast mansion.
"Today... today is not just my birthday. It's the day I leave here." Her voice was firm, yet there was a sense of liberation in it, as if this were a long-awaited step. "I am finally no longer a Wayne. I go back to being a L/n."
Silence filled the room for a moment, heavy and dense. Alfred clasped his hands, striving to maintain his composure.
"Miss, I can't help but feel a certain unease hearing this. Are you sure this is what you want? This house, though empty in many ways, has always been your home..."
"Home?" Y/n looked at him with a mix of sadness and determination. "This house has never been my home, Alfred. Not like it was for Dick, nor even for Bruce. I have always been a stranger here, the daughter of a woman who never fit into this world, the bastard child. My mother taught me to find my own path, to not cling to what doesnât belong to me... and being here, being called Wayne, has never belonged to me." Alfred sighed softly, turning his gaze toward the window. He knew there was truth in her words, but that didnât lessen the pain of her leaving. "I know itâs hard to understand," Y/n continued, "but for the first time in a long time, I feel happy, Alfred. Iâve graduated, college is just around the corner, and I want to start anew. I want to find what truly makes me, me... not what others expect of me."
The old butler remained silent for a few moments, nodding slowly. He knew he couldn't retain her, that it was not his place to interfere in the young woman's dreams. But still, he couldnât help but feel a pang in his heart at the thought of the house being even emptier without her. "I just wish you find what youâre looking for, Miss. And if you ever need a place to return to... this door will always be open for you."
Y/n stepped closer to him, gently hugging him, something she had rarely done. "Thank you, Alfred," she whispered against his shoulder. "You will always be my family, but I need this. I need to discover who I am outside of this last name."
The old butler felt the lump in his throat as he tightened the embrace a little longer before letting her go. He knew that deep down, she was doing the right thing. But that didnât make it hurt any less to see her leave.
"Alfred, can you call the movers? Iâll be leaving tonight," Y/n said as she closed the last box with trembling hands, her gaze lost in the empty corners of the room she once considered her refuge. The butler, ever serene, nodded with his unwavering calmness.
"Don't worry, Miss, I assure you they will be here on time." His voice was soft, almost an echo of the ancient walls of the mansion, as if he himself were part of that structure that had seen so many comings and goings, so many lives broken and healed in silence.
Alfred turned halfway to leave, but Y/n's voice stopped him, broken yet sweet, like a melody at sunset. "Alfred..."
The man turned slowly, his eyes filled with paternal warmth, though always contained behind a formal gesture. "Yes, Miss?" he replied, with that tranquility that had always brought Y/n peace in her worst moments.
She took a breath, feeling how the words she had kept for so long fought to come out, to break the shell she had built since childhood. "Iâve never told you, but... thank you. Thank you for being the father I never had, for being there when no one else was."
For a moment, the silence in the room was heavier than all the accumulated boxes, deeper than any word. Alfred, who had been a witness to so many confessions and secrets in that house, stood still, his eyes shining with an emotion he rarely showed. "Miss," he murmured, his voice slightly choked, "it was an honor and a privilege to take care of you. If I ever gave you anything close to what you deserved, then my life has had true purpose."
Y/n smiled sadly, nodding slowly. "You did, Alfred. You did. And for that, I will always carry you with me, even if I leave here."
The butler slightly bowed his head in respect, swallowing any emotion that might betray his composure. "Wherever you go, you will always have a home here, Miss."
"I know," she said, though in her heart, she knew she wouldnât return.
And as Alfred left the room to make the call, Y/n let out a long sigh, as if with it, she were leaving behind a part of herself, a part she could no longer carry with her.
Life in Gotham is like constantly walking on the edge of a razor blade. The city never sleeps, always alert, always dangerous, and for someone with the Wayne surname, the risks multiply. It has been a year since you left the mansion, trying to erase any ties that bound you to that life, desperately wishing the name would fade into the echo of the dirty streets and crumbling buildings. But it's not that easy. The name Wayne remains an indelible mark that the media and the people of Gotham refuse to let fade. The forgotten child, the silent accident of billionaire Bruce Wayne. And although you try to live as if you donât exist under that shadow, the weight of the legacy haunts you.
You left with little, barely enough money to rent a small apartment in one of the worst corners of the city. You share the space with a friend, a plant-loving girl who has filled every nook of the place with leaves and pots, as if trying to make green defy the constant darkness of Gotham. You get along well with her; her love for nature is almost an antithesis to the chaos of the city, and she has taught you that even in the hardest concrete, something can bloom. She always accompanied you on the coldest, loneliest nights, giving you a warmth that, although ethereal, was very welcome. But still, life is not easy. You barely survive, spending the little you have on cheap food and paying the rent. There are days when the cold seeps through the poorly sealed windows, and you wonder if it was really better to be in the mansion instead of this little trench. However, you prefer this rough freedom to the soulless luxury of Wayne Manor.
Freedom, however, comes at a price. It wasn't enough to distance yourself, to change your life, or even to always carry a knife for defense. Gotham does not forget. People recognize you in the shadows, whisper your name, and approach you, sometimes with curiosity and other times with disdain. You have been beaten more than once. Some just for being a Wayne, others because they think they can extort you, even though they have no idea you can barely get by. The scars on your body bear witness to those beatings, but you refuse to give up. You get up every morning, despite the pain, and continue on your way. You donât need Batman. You donât need Bruce. You learned long ago that he wouldn't come to save you.
That night, like so many others, you were heading to the subway for your night shift, with the hood of your coat covering your face, trying to go unnoticed. The sound of the tracks echoed in your ears, a constant reminder of the city's hustle. You had gotten used to walking fast, avoiding eye contact, as if each step was a small battle won against the city. But this time, something was different.
"So it was true, the little Wayne girl is roaming the city... how lovely." The raspy, mocking voice rang out beside you, cutting through the heavy air of the train station. The man speaking wore a suit that, at first glance, seemed elegant, but there was something about his extreme thinness, his skin clinging to his bones and his disheveled hair, that made him look more like a specter of Gotham than a distinguished figure. A ghost from the shadows that had stalked you since you set foot on the streets.
If it weren't for his gaunt appearance and unsettling aura, you might have mistaken him for one of your father's employees. "I'm not a Wayne anymore," you said disdainfully, your voice sharp like the edge of a dagger refusing to be touched. "If you want money, I donât have any. And Mr. Wayne wouldnât give a cent for me either."
Your gaze drifted to the station clock. 8 minutes until the train that would take you away from this corner of Gotham, far from the shadows and faces that always seemed to recognize you.
The man let out a dry, raspy laugh that sent chills down your spine. "I donât want your money, pretty girl," he replied, moving closer, invading your space with the same familiarity that Gothamâs filth slipped into every corner. "Youâre worth more than that." You felt his calloused, scarred hand rest on your hip, with a pressure that was neither violent nor friendly. The contact filled you with disgust.
7 minutes.
You clenched your fist, your jaw tight as you struggled to maintain your composure. "I donât want sex either, idiot," you spat, your words loaded with contained fury. Your hand subtly slid toward your bag, where your knife lay, waiting to be used.
6 minutes.
The man didnât flinch. In fact, he let out a low, mocking laugh. "And I donât want that either, little girl," he murmured, his cold, deep blue eyes scrutinizing you as if they could read every dark corner of your soul. "I want something more from you."
5 minutes.
"What do you want then?" you asked, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, even as the ice of fear began to creep down your spine. Your eyes scrutinized him, searching his gaze for any hint of his true intentions, but all you saw was darkness.
4 minutes.
He let out a long, chilling laugh, tightening his grip on your hip. "Do you know what I want, Y/n?"
3 minutes.
His voice dropped, as if his words were a cursed secret the wind refused to carry away. "I want you."
2 minutes.
The world seemed to stop. You knew there was no time to run. There was no time to pull out the knife or to scream. It was as if the clock itself had conspired against you, reducing those last minutes to mere seconds.
1 minute.
The blow was sharp, a flash of excruciating pain at the back of your head. The cold metal of the station, the hum of the city, everything faded abruptly. The last thought that crossed your mind, before the world vanished into darkness, was that this time, you didnât expect Batman to save you. It wasnât a mere thief or a street threat that was taking you.
Gotham, with all its cruelty, always had new ways to remind you that there is no escape.
That night, when the Gotham subway stopped at the station, there was no one to pick up.
The mansion felt emptier than ever, like a deserted and cold labyrinth, where each hallway seemed to stretch into an infinite tunnel, devouring the light.
The silence was overwhelming, an oppression that enveloped every corner, as if even the ancient walls had run out of words. It was so heavy that the few who remained in the mansion couldnât help but move uncomfortably, trying to fill that void with something, anything.
Bruce Wayne walked through those same hallways with a strange feeling, as if something was missing, though he didnât know what. An unease, a persistent discomfort that he couldnât shake off.
He had been like this for months, with that absence haunting his mind, a gap he couldn't identify. And then, suddenly, like a gust of icy wind, the truth struck him.
You.
His daughter.
His little daughter.
How long had it been since he last saw you? When was the last time he heard your laughter, the one that always seemed too sarcastic, too filled with resentment? He stopped abruptly, frowning. Why couldnât he remember you? He couldnât bring to mind a clear image of your face, not even how you used to look at him... why? How could he have forgotten you like that?
Damn.
It was as if time had stopped. It had been a year, maybe more, since he had really thought about you. He felt a pang of guilt pierce his chest, a heavy, silent guilt that dragged him into the abyss of his own negligence. Not knowing what else to do, he began to check the rooms, one after another.
Each door he opened was another blow to his conscience. Where was your room? The more he searched, the more confused he felt. The mansion was enormous, but how could he have forgotten where you slept? How was it possible that he didnât know where you lived in the house where both of you grew up? Had you been here all this time?
Each door he opened was identical to the last, as if all the rooms had fused into one.
None showed a trace of you.
None seemed to have a hint of your presence. Didnât you decorate your room? He thought frantically, didnât you even mark it as yours? Panic began to take hold of him. Anxiety wrapped around him like a fist tightening on his chest. Were you still living in the mansion? Or had you left without saying a word, like a shadow fading at dawn? But... no, you hadnât mentioned anything. You hadnât said you were leaving. Or had you? And if you had, why didnât he remember? How could he have ignored you for so long that now he didnât even know if you were still under the same roof?
âAh!â he exclaimed in a whisper, unable to contain the dread he felt.
Frustration consumed him from within. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, breathing heavily, and the echo of his voice faded into the empty walls. He tried to remember something, anything about you, about the last time they spoke, about how you were... but everything was blurry, as if his mind was betraying him, hiding you behind an impenetrable fog.
How could he have forgotten so much?
He brought his hands to his head, trying to calm himself, but only felt more confusion, more desperation. The mansion, which had once been his home, now felt like a strange and foreign place.
Had you been the one who made it feel like home? The question echoed in his mind, but he had no answer. Just more questions. More uncertainties. Finally, he let his arms fall, exhausted. He had checked almost all the rooms and had found not a trace of you. Not a clue. Not a sign that you had been there. And at that moment, something dark and painful began to settle in his heart.
Had you ever really been there?
Then something caught his attention as he passed by the cleaning room. In a dusty corner, next to a forgotten bag, something was protruding. Something small, old, and faded. He bent down and pulled it from the dirty clothes. It was a stuffed animal, or what was left of one. The faded black of its suit left no doubt. It was a figure of Batman, but worn down by time, battered to the point of looking forgotten.
Bruce's eyes were fixed on the small piece of fabric hanging from the doll's neck. A tag.
Your name.
Your name, handwritten, in ink that was already fading.
Bruce felt a lump in his throat, a mix of guilt and rage. How could he have forgotten something so important?
He clutched the doll tightly, as if doing so would return a piece of you to him, but instead of comfort, he only felt more emptiness. Where were you? He ran to Alfred, who looked at him with a mix of concern and pity.
"Alfred..." Bruce said, his voice breaking. "Where is she? Where is my daughter?"
The butler, with his always serene face, seemed to age suddenly. A long silence settled between them, as if time was fading away. "Mr. Bruce, I didnât mean to..." Alfred lowered his gaze. "I didnât want to burden you with that truth, but... itâs time you know."
Bruce felt a chill run down his spine. Truth? What truth?
"She left almost a year ago. She didnât say where. She just... she took all her belongings, though they werenât many, and left. She said she didnât want to be a burden. That you and the other family members had too many things to worry about."
Bruce took a step back, as if the words had physically struck him. Did she have enough age to leave? A burden? Never, not for a second, did he think that of you, of his little daughter who, even though she wasnât wanted, he embraced under his wing just like Damian.
You were never a burden.
...or were you?
No, he refused to acknowledge it; he just... he hadnât spent time with you because Gotham needed him!
But when you needed him, where was Batman?
Where was Bruce Wayne when his only biological daughter needed him?
"Alfred, do you know anything about Y/n?" the hero asked, worry clear on his face.
Alfred didnât look at him; he only stared into nothingness. "...I havenât heard anything about her for two months...
And honestly... I'm starting to think...
that she might be lost to us forever..."
A/N â This is definitely apart from being my first official Tumblr post, it is also my first DC post and especially the first from the Lord of the Night xD
Don't hesitate to ask me anything if you want.
Isabel, I dedicate this to you, my love. Eat more to be well, you fucking anorexic, don't suck.
take a bath!
inspiration: @acid-ixx with his Again & Again series, @gotham-daydreams' work, @i-cant-sing's work and @klemen-tine's work, be sure to check them out!
SILLY LITTLE BAT
pairings ⸺ Yandere! Platonic! Batfamily x Anti-Hero! Fem!reader.
sinopsis ⸺ In the shadowed halls of Wayne Manor, a girl lost among the darkness seeks the connection she never had. Her mother, a kleptomaniac with a broken heart, vanished, leaving only echoes of empty promises. Surrounded by a family that never sees her, her pain turns into a deafening silence. The void left by her past traps her in a limbo of solitude and sorrow.
One dark night, seeking her own way, she became what she once despised. Now, like the albino bat rejected by its own flock, she flies alone in the twilight. Her pale skin glows in the dark, but her heart still yearns for the warmth of a home she never came to know.
warnings ⸺ Dark Themes, Dead, murdering,Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Discrimination, Violence, Blood, LGBT Content, Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Implicit Sexual Content, Mental Illness, Addiction, Suicide, Torture, Corruption, Isolation, Trauma, Phobias, Paranoia, Manipulation
A/N â English is not my first languageâSpanish isâso there might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there. This is the first part of a story Iâm writing for a friend (Isabel, I love you, you brat), and also an experiment to see what itâs like to write on Tumblr. Please support me! :"((
Nobody is coming to save you
Get up.
Your mother was not a good woman, and that was an undeniable fact, heavy as the shadow that covers Gotham City at nightfall. She was a creature of the underworld, one among the specters that wandered under the yoke of crime, walking among dangerous names like Selina Kyle or Harleen Quinzel, yet always remaining in the background, never reaching their fame or infamy.
She was nothing more than a kleptomaniac and a mythomaniac, doomed to live by cunning and deceit. She took advantage of the men who crossed her path, from the lowest criminals, like The Penguin, to the most powerful man in the city: Bruce Wayne.
You never called him Dad. To you, he was always Bruce, and on the rare occasions you addressed him, you did so with distant formality, "Mr. Wayne." Richard, your adoptive brother, found in him a father figure, while to you, he was just another shadow in the mansion, that huge, cold house you arrived at after your motherâs death.
You remember how, time and again, you tried to warn your mother to stop stealing, to stop lying, that those dark paths would inevitably lead her to Arkham Asylum, surrounded by all the lunatics you feared so much, or even worse: to death. But she always responded with a playful smile, stroking your head with her delicate hands, adorned with stolen jewelry and crude tattoos. "Those are just fantasies of an eight-year-old girl," she would say sweetly, while her ring-laden fingers assured you that you neednât worry, "I will always come back for you," she promised, "because you are the only thing more valuable than any diamond Iâve ever held."
But the cruel truth was that was the last time you saw her. That night she left, and she never returned. It was then that the last vestiges of innocence faded with her absence. From that moment on, you ceased to be a child.
And that was one of the few things you understood with absolute clarity. There were no more empty promises, no more caresses tinged with lies. All that remained was the silence of a life fading away, like a stolen jewel that never returns to its rightful owner.
The only thing you knew after calling the police when your mother didnât show up after two days was that they found her corpse in a back alley far from Gotham, showing signs of having been beaten and bruised by some underground gang.
Commissioner Gordon searched the entire house for illicit substances and signs of debts to mobsters, but he only ended up finding documents, stolen jewelry, and letters from your mother that were never sent, and most importantly, DNA evidence implicating that the cityâs millionaire was your biological father.
From then on, your life was stained with eternal gray, that muted shade that erased all traces of light or shadow. There was no more white or black, only a silent fog that, day by day, enveloped you and dragged you into a madness that seemed inevitable. Gotham itself seemed more alive than the place you called home, although "home" was never the right word.
You didnât love any of the Wayne family members. Bruce, your biological father, never listened to you. To him, you were always just another shadow, a ghost in the vast mansion that he prioritized over his other children, his "true" heirs. There was always something more important, something more urgent, and your presence faded among the cold walls and the echo of his hurried footsteps. With each passing day, you became more invisible to him, as if your very existence were a mistake he preferred to ignore.
Richard, the perfect brother, was kind on some occasions. He spoke to you courteously, but when you needed him, when you asked him to attend one of your performances, there was always an excuse, something that kept him away, as if your passion and accomplishments were insignificant details in his heroic life.
Jason, on the other hand, despised you from the start. He saw you as an intruder, a child of goldâbut not of that pure and valuable gold, but of a dirty and false one, which he always mocked with disdain. And although you never cared for him, when he died, silent tears rolled down your face. It wasnât out of love, but out of respect for what he represented, for the brutal reality of his fall.
Tim, in contrast, was the most indifferent. To him, you were a nobody, so irrelevant that you werenât even worth a glance. Spending time with his friends or being the Robin of the moment mattered more than you did. You lived on his periphery, in a limbo where neither your name nor your face seemed to exist.
Cassandra, Stephanie, Barbara⌠at least they treated you with politeness, but you knew they didnât really remember who you were. They saw you, smiled at you out of obligation, but deep down you knew they had no idea of your name, your story, your struggle to be more than a shadow in that world.
The worst of all was Damian, your younger half-brother. When he arrived at the mansion, Alfred introduced him to you with that serene formality he always had, and you, driven by an almost desperate impulse, tried to reach out to him. You wanted to offer him the support and affection of an older sister, that warmth you would have longed for in his situation. But all you received in return was a cold response: a katana piercing your abdomen. I wish I could say it was just a metaphor, but no, that wound was as real as the blade that cut your skin.
You would have liked to think that the pain was symbolic, that Damian had only rejected your affection with harsh words or his usual arrogance. But no, it was much more than that. The only thing you received in exchange for your attempt at fraternal love was a stab, a scar you still carry not only on your body but also in your soul. Because in that brutal gesture, you understood that the blood that united you also separated you, sharper than any weapon. And that was how you tried to connect.
You strived to stand out, to learn, to shine in your own ambitions, wishing that your success would be enough to earn you a place, a bit of affection. But no matter how hard you tried, it was never enough. Your talent crashed against indifference, your achievements faded into the air, as if they had no weight in the lives of others.
The only light, the only beacon in that storm of gray, was Alfred. The only one who smiled at you with genuine tenderness, the only one you truly loved. To you, he was the real father, the one who was always there, expecting nothing in return, offering you a silent but firm love. You did call him father, and his presence was the only thing that kept your sanity, the only thing preventing the gray from consuming you completely.
But even that love, so genuine and deep, was not enough to fill the void that your own family left you. And in that void, you continue to float, trapped between the girl you were and the woman you are trying to be, searching for a place you can truly call home.
Y/n's small room, though modest, had always been her refuge. The walls were adorned with unfinished sketches, trophies from various activities, and some paintings she had completed with dedication, showcasing her passion for both manual and performing arts.
The dawn light filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the space in golden tones, giving it a warmth that contrasted with the coldness of the rest of Wayne Manor.
On the desk, a small cake rested on a plate, simple yet made with love. Beside it, Alfred, with his usual understated elegance, watched Y/n with a mixture of nostalgia and concern. He, the only one who seemed to remember her birthday, offered her a delicate professional drawing set, wrapped in smooth, elegant paper.
"Happy birthday, Miss," Alfred said with a gentle smile, although his eyes reflected a sadness that was hard to conceal. "I know how much you love art, so I thought this would be helpful for your new projects."
Y/n took the gift in her hands with a genuine smile. It had been so hard for her to find moments of joy lately, but Alfred's gesture filled her with a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She placed the gift into one of the many brown boxes she had prepared for her upcoming move.
"Thank you, Alfred. It's perfect," she said, examining the set carefully, as if each detail were a reminder of the affection he held for her. "It will help me a lot... although, well," she sighed, as if searching for the right words. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that." Alfred raised an eyebrow, attentive, as she continued, glancing at the small space that had been her home within the vast mansion.
"Today... today is not just my birthday. It's the day I leave here." Her voice was firm, yet there was a sense of liberation in it, as if this were a long-awaited step. "I am finally no longer a Wayne. I go back to being a L/n."
Silence filled the room for a moment, heavy and dense. Alfred clasped his hands, striving to maintain his composure.
"Miss, I can't help but feel a certain unease hearing this. Are you sure this is what you want? This house, though empty in many ways, has always been your home..."
"Home?" Y/n looked at him with a mix of sadness and determination. "This house has never been my home, Alfred. Not like it was for Dick, nor even for Bruce. I have always been a stranger here, the daughter of a woman who never fit into this world, the bastard child. My mother taught me to find my own path, to not cling to what doesnât belong to me... and being here, being called Wayne, has never belonged to me." Alfred sighed softly, turning his gaze toward the window. He knew there was truth in her words, but that didnât lessen the pain of her leaving. "I know itâs hard to understand," Y/n continued, "but for the first time in a long time, I feel happy, Alfred. Iâve graduated, college is just around the corner, and I want to start anew. I want to find what truly makes me, me... not what others expect of me."
The old butler remained silent for a few moments, nodding slowly. He knew he couldn't retain her, that it was not his place to interfere in the young woman's dreams. But still, he couldnât help but feel a pang in his heart at the thought of the house being even emptier without her. "I just wish you find what youâre looking for, Miss. And if you ever need a place to return to... this door will always be open for you."
Y/n stepped closer to him, gently hugging him, something she had rarely done. "Thank you, Alfred," she whispered against his shoulder. "You will always be my family, but I need this. I need to discover who I am outside of this last name."
The old butler felt the lump in his throat as he tightened the embrace a little longer before letting her go. He knew that deep down, she was doing the right thing. But that didnât make it hurt any less to see her leave.
"Alfred, can you call the movers? Iâll be leaving tonight," Y/n said as she closed the last box with trembling hands, her gaze lost in the empty corners of the room she once considered her refuge. The butler, ever serene, nodded with his unwavering calmness.
"Don't worry, Miss, I assure you they will be here on time." His voice was soft, almost an echo of the ancient walls of the mansion, as if he himself were part of that structure that had seen so many comings and goings, so many lives broken and healed in silence.
Alfred turned halfway to leave, but Y/n's voice stopped him, broken yet sweet, like a melody at sunset. "Alfred..."
The man turned slowly, his eyes filled with paternal warmth, though always contained behind a formal gesture. "Yes, Miss?" he replied, with that tranquility that had always brought Y/n peace in her worst moments.
She took a breath, feeling how the words she had kept for so long fought to come out, to break the shell she had built since childhood. "Iâve never told you, but... thank you. Thank you for being the father I never had, for being there when no one else was."
For a moment, the silence in the room was heavier than all the accumulated boxes, deeper than any word. Alfred, who had been a witness to so many confessions and secrets in that house, stood still, his eyes shining with an emotion he rarely showed. "Miss," he murmured, his voice slightly choked, "it was an honor and a privilege to take care of you. If I ever gave you anything close to what you deserved, then my life has had true purpose."
Y/n smiled sadly, nodding slowly. "You did, Alfred. You did. And for that, I will always carry you with me, even if I leave here."
The butler slightly bowed his head in respect, swallowing any emotion that might betray his composure. "Wherever you go, you will always have a home here, Miss."
"I know," she said, though in her heart, she knew she wouldnât return.
And as Alfred left the room to make the call, Y/n let out a long sigh, as if with it, she were leaving behind a part of herself, a part she could no longer carry with her.
Life in Gotham is like constantly walking on the edge of a razor blade. The city never sleeps, always alert, always dangerous, and for someone with the Wayne surname, the risks multiply. It has been a year since you left the mansion, trying to erase any ties that bound you to that life, desperately wishing the name would fade into the echo of the dirty streets and crumbling buildings. But it's not that easy. The name Wayne remains an indelible mark that the media and the people of Gotham refuse to let fade. The forgotten child, the silent accident of billionaire Bruce Wayne. And although you try to live as if you donât exist under that shadow, the weight of the legacy haunts you.
You left with little, barely enough money to rent a small apartment in one of the worst corners of the city. You share the space with a friend, a plant-loving girl who has filled every nook of the place with leaves and pots, as if trying to make green defy the constant darkness of Gotham. You get along well with her; her love for nature is almost an antithesis to the chaos of the city, and she has taught you that even in the hardest concrete, something can bloom. She always accompanied you on the coldest, loneliest nights, giving you a warmth that, although ethereal, was very welcome. But still, life is not easy. You barely survive, spending the little you have on cheap food and paying the rent. There are days when the cold seeps through the poorly sealed windows, and you wonder if it was really better to be in the mansion instead of this little trench. However, you prefer this rough freedom to the soulless luxury of Wayne Manor.
Freedom, however, comes at a price. It wasn't enough to distance yourself, to change your life, or even to always carry a knife for defense. Gotham does not forget. People recognize you in the shadows, whisper your name, and approach you, sometimes with curiosity and other times with disdain. You have been beaten more than once. Some just for being a Wayne, others because they think they can extort you, even though they have no idea you can barely get by. The scars on your body bear witness to those beatings, but you refuse to give up. You get up every morning, despite the pain, and continue on your way. You donât need Batman. You donât need Bruce. You learned long ago that he wouldn't come to save you.
That night, like so many others, you were heading to the subway for your night shift, with the hood of your coat covering your face, trying to go unnoticed. The sound of the tracks echoed in your ears, a constant reminder of the city's hustle. You had gotten used to walking fast, avoiding eye contact, as if each step was a small battle won against the city. But this time, something was different.
"So it was true, the little Wayne girl is roaming the city... how lovely." The raspy, mocking voice rang out beside you, cutting through the heavy air of the train station. The man speaking wore a suit that, at first glance, seemed elegant, but there was something about his extreme thinness, his skin clinging to his bones and his disheveled hair, that made him look more like a specter of Gotham than a distinguished figure. A ghost from the shadows that had stalked you since you set foot on the streets.
If it weren't for his gaunt appearance and unsettling aura, you might have mistaken him for one of your father's employees. "I'm not a Wayne anymore," you said disdainfully, your voice sharp like the edge of a dagger refusing to be touched. "If you want money, I donât have any. And Mr. Wayne wouldnât give a cent for me either."
Your gaze drifted to the station clock. 8 minutes until the train that would take you away from this corner of Gotham, far from the shadows and faces that always seemed to recognize you.
The man let out a dry, raspy laugh that sent chills down your spine. "I donât want your money, pretty girl," he replied, moving closer, invading your space with the same familiarity that Gothamâs filth slipped into every corner. "Youâre worth more than that." You felt his calloused, scarred hand rest on your hip, with a pressure that was neither violent nor friendly. The contact filled you with disgust.
7 minutes.
You clenched your fist, your jaw tight as you struggled to maintain your composure. "I donât want sex either, idiot," you spat, your words loaded with contained fury. Your hand subtly slid toward your bag, where your knife lay, waiting to be used.
6 minutes.
The man didnât flinch. In fact, he let out a low, mocking laugh. "And I donât want that either, little girl," he murmured, his cold, deep blue eyes scrutinizing you as if they could read every dark corner of your soul. "I want something more from you."
5 minutes.
"What do you want then?" you asked, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, even as the ice of fear began to creep down your spine. Your eyes scrutinized him, searching his gaze for any hint of his true intentions, but all you saw was darkness.
4 minutes.
He let out a long, chilling laugh, tightening his grip on your hip. "Do you know what I want, Y/n?"
3 minutes.
His voice dropped, as if his words were a cursed secret the wind refused to carry away. "I want you."
2 minutes.
The world seemed to stop. You knew there was no time to run. There was no time to pull out the knife or to scream. It was as if the clock itself had conspired against you, reducing those last minutes to mere seconds.
1 minute.
The blow was sharp, a flash of excruciating pain at the back of your head. The cold metal of the station, the hum of the city, everything faded abruptly. The last thought that crossed your mind, before the world vanished into darkness, was that this time, you didnât expect Batman to save you. It wasnât a mere thief or a street threat that was taking you.
Gotham, with all its cruelty, always had new ways to remind you that there is no escape.
That night, when the Gotham subway stopped at the station, there was no one to pick up.
The mansion felt emptier than ever, like a deserted and cold labyrinth, where each hallway seemed to stretch into an infinite tunnel, devouring the light.
The silence was overwhelming, an oppression that enveloped every corner, as if even the ancient walls had run out of words. It was so heavy that the few who remained in the mansion couldnât help but move uncomfortably, trying to fill that void with something, anything.
Bruce Wayne walked through those same hallways with a strange feeling, as if something was missing, though he didnât know what. An unease, a persistent discomfort that he couldnât shake off.
He had been like this for months, with that absence haunting his mind, a gap he couldn't identify. And then, suddenly, like a gust of icy wind, the truth struck him.
You.
His daughter.
His little daughter.
How long had it been since he last saw you? When was the last time he heard your laughter, the one that always seemed too sarcastic, too filled with resentment? He stopped abruptly, frowning. Why couldnât he remember you? He couldnât bring to mind a clear image of your face, not even how you used to look at him... why? How could he have forgotten you like that?
Damn.
It was as if time had stopped. It had been a year, maybe more, since he had really thought about you. He felt a pang of guilt pierce his chest, a heavy, silent guilt that dragged him into the abyss of his own negligence. Not knowing what else to do, he began to check the rooms, one after another.
Each door he opened was another blow to his conscience. Where was your room? The more he searched, the more confused he felt. The mansion was enormous, but how could he have forgotten where you slept? How was it possible that he didnât know where you lived in the house where both of you grew up? Had you been here all this time?
Each door he opened was identical to the last, as if all the rooms had fused into one.
None showed a trace of you.
None seemed to have a hint of your presence. Didnât you decorate your room? He thought frantically, didnât you even mark it as yours? Panic began to take hold of him. Anxiety wrapped around him like a fist tightening on his chest. Were you still living in the mansion? Or had you left without saying a word, like a shadow fading at dawn? But... no, you hadnât mentioned anything. You hadnât said you were leaving. Or had you? And if you had, why didnât he remember? How could he have ignored you for so long that now he didnât even know if you were still under the same roof?
âAh!â he exclaimed in a whisper, unable to contain the dread he felt.
Frustration consumed him from within. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, breathing heavily, and the echo of his voice faded into the empty walls. He tried to remember something, anything about you, about the last time they spoke, about how you were... but everything was blurry, as if his mind was betraying him, hiding you behind an impenetrable fog.
How could he have forgotten so much?
He brought his hands to his head, trying to calm himself, but only felt more confusion, more desperation. The mansion, which had once been his home, now felt like a strange and foreign place.
Had you been the one who made it feel like home? The question echoed in his mind, but he had no answer. Just more questions. More uncertainties. Finally, he let his arms fall, exhausted. He had checked almost all the rooms and had found not a trace of you. Not a clue. Not a sign that you had been there. And at that moment, something dark and painful began to settle in his heart.
Had you ever really been there?
Then something caught his attention as he passed by the cleaning room. In a dusty corner, next to a forgotten bag, something was protruding. Something small, old, and faded. He bent down and pulled it from the dirty clothes. It was a stuffed animal, or what was left of one. The faded black of its suit left no doubt. It was a figure of Batman, but worn down by time, battered to the point of looking forgotten.
Bruce's eyes were fixed on the small piece of fabric hanging from the doll's neck. A tag.
Your name.
Your name, handwritten, in ink that was already fading.
Bruce felt a lump in his throat, a mix of guilt and rage. How could he have forgotten something so important?
He clutched the doll tightly, as if doing so would return a piece of you to him, but instead of comfort, he only felt more emptiness. Where were you? He ran to Alfred, who looked at him with a mix of concern and pity.
"Alfred..." Bruce said, his voice breaking. "Where is she? Where is my daughter?"
The butler, with his always serene face, seemed to age suddenly. A long silence settled between them, as if time was fading away. "Mr. Bruce, I didnât mean to..." Alfred lowered his gaze. "I didnât want to burden you with that truth, but... itâs time you know."
Bruce felt a chill run down his spine. Truth? What truth?
"She left almost a year ago. She didnât say where. She just... she took all her belongings, though they werenât many, and left. She said she didnât want to be a burden. That you and the other family members had too many things to worry about."
Bruce took a step back, as if the words had physically struck him. Did she have enough age to leave? A burden? Never, not for a second, did he think that of you, of his little daughter who, even though she wasnât wanted, he embraced under his wing just like Damian.
You were never a burden.
...or were you?
No, he refused to acknowledge it; he just... he hadnât spent time with you because Gotham needed him!
But when you needed him, where was Batman?
Where was Bruce Wayne when his only biological daughter needed him?
"Alfred, do you know anything about Y/n?" the hero asked, worry clear on his face.
Alfred didnât look at him; he only stared into nothingness. "...I havenât heard anything about her for two months...
And honestly... I'm starting to think...
that she might be lost to us forever..."
A/N â This is definitely apart from being my first official Tumblr post, it is also my first DC post and especially the first from the Lord of the Night xD
Don't hesitate to ask me anything if you want.
Isabel, I dedicate this to you, my love. Eat more to be well, you fucking anorexic, don't suck.
take a bath!
inspiration: @acid-ixx with his Again & Again series, @gotham-daydreams' work, @i-cant-sing's work and @klemen-tine's work, be sure to check them out!
Raising Zeus's child
(stay with me)
Imagine these; (reader is/can be both or neither genders but I will be using female pronouns, please change if wanted)
You are a single, unmarried, person in Greece, everyone else's lives are normal but yours, you didn't have sex with Zeus but you do end up raising his kid, the woman he originally had sex with found out Zeus wasn't gonna stay for her so she just... Didn't keep the baby, I mean, she kept in until it could talk and walk before leaving it...
but luckily, or unfortunately, you stepped in and took her place, though you didn't want kids you couldn't leave him there either so you took him in. At this point he could talk so when you tried to figure out where his parents were he had informated you his father was "that man" and pointed at the statue of Zeus, at first you thought it was cute before slowly realizing the boy... Looked... Like.. a younger... Smaller... Zeus. It clicked and now for your own safety your keeping the child, you raise the child as your own, and doing everything in your power to be seen as good in all the gods' eyes in case they came to get him whenever
"hey little buddy, where your mommy? " --R (reader)
"she weft me " --COZ ( child of Zeus)
" oh no, I'm so sorry... What about daddy? Where's daddy? " --R
" his that man mama keeps telling me... " --COZ
" awe.... Oh my-- " --R
(later)
" buddy!-- hey tiny immortal person, we do not climb trees, no no we do not. You can play with sticks safely, you can play with the leafs, you cannot climb a tree because you can fall, get hurt and no one is happy, hmm, yeah. So please come down and eat some bread, then you can throw leaf's as much as you like " --R
Yan!Parents Alicent and Viserys Headcannons (Platonic)
(Forgive me for any mistakes this is my first time)
Mention of death, suicide, obsessive, possessive behavior, manipulation, unhealthy father, force pregnancy, and not good writing.
Pairing: Platonic Alicent and Viserys Ă female reader
To be honest Alicent was looking forward to the arrival of her first child well Viserys was excited. She was still young to have a child but hoped it was a boy for Viserys duty.
When she first gave birth to you and hold you...she felt like she was at the end of the world. Childbirth hurted is what she always said but when she get to see you put in her arms she couldn't help to smile in joy.
Viserys wasn't mad that she gave birth to a girl but he was happy to hold you in his arms. He looked up at your lilac eyes, a combination of his white hair and Alicent brown hair he just couldn't help to cry a bit.
They both swear to themselves to always protect you and your innocence. They turn extremely protective when you grown up close to your marriagable age. Alicent wouldn't let nobody have you. You are HER child and nobody is going to take you away from her even if she have to manipulate you in the process.
Viserys wouldn't let NOBODY Absolute NOBODY disrespect you not even Rhaenrya or any of his family. He feels like he own you, like he's entitle to you since of his inner dragon (per Viserys saying). He would get rid of anybody that do wrong to you, he would even have his guards kill someone if you demand it.
Alicent wants to do as she says. She wants to control you (kinda like how her father did) and not really follow in her footsteps but for you to have a better life then her. She would go a little mad if you get her depending on how mildly it is. If it's a paper cut you'll get caring Alicent if you are seriously injured then you get crazy mad Alicent.
If you want any suitors then they would go through serious questions about them and their house and many other things. If you really like your suitor then they let you marry them only on one rule and that's to kill him if he hurt you in any way.
They would go thick and thin to do anything for you and I mean EVERYTHING. You want this? You can have it! You would get spoiled anytime they can get stuff. Now your suitor on the other hand....
They are just like your mother and father. Another hand to deal with but maybe a less crazy one. Oop nevermind he tried to kill Aegon and Aemond because they was kinda plotting on stealing you away.
He did forcefully get you pregnant and when he heard he was SO happy about it....a little. His plan kinda backfire now you are just giving your baby more time then giving him time with you.
Jealous Boi until you actually give him time in which they just melt in your hand.
Your parents on the other way is happy to have a grandchild despite Alicent having Aegon marry our Helaena and having children. Alicent and Helaena like to make things for them and Viserys just loves playing toys with them. Your brothers are jealous that they don't have their sister love anymore.
When the war started Alicent hid you away and wanted to protect you even if it cost her life. She would do anything to make sure you're safe.
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Despite how everyone around you is acting, your life continues on. To say things have gotten worse is a huge understatement. Lemme give a run down of why, well it all started one week ago.
You had grown to hate the boys possessive behavior, you wanted to leave and go back home. Unfortunately things can never be that easy, you had been working up the courage and trying to find the words to say to let them down easy. Then you finally burst their bubble and told them the truth. You sat them down and told them âGuys I have to say something importantâ Gons smile slowly faded and a concerned look washed over his face. âI want you to know thatâŚ. Iâm not happy here. I havenât been for some timeâ
gon and Killua shared confused looks âwhat do you mean youâre not happy? You have everything you needâ Killua said now slowly getting angry âLook Iâm just tired, tired of well everything. Iâm going back home tomorrow I miss my family and my bed. I hope yâall understandâ you said trying to let them down gently. âIs it us?â Gon said â no as I said Iâm just tiredâ you said in an exhausted voice. âYou sleep 8 hours every night!â Killua said in a somewhat desperate tone. âLook Iâm going back home, Iâm sorry but this is my decisionâ you said now agitated by their responses.
âWe canât let you do that!â Gon said exchanging looks with Killua âThe world is dangerous! There are sick people out there that could hurt you!â Killua said angry that you would even say something such blasphemous. âKillua is right you could get hurt out there!! Let us protect youâ Gon said in a worried tone, âIâm not made of glass I can protect myself! Itâs my choice to leave not yours!â You said angrily â[reader] donât do this!â Gon said
âIM LEAVING, THIS IS MY CHOICE STOP BEING SO DAMN CONTROLLINGâ you shouted then you turned to leave. No longer caring about hurting them. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain at the back off your neck then blackness.
You wake up, confused blinking wearingly. You try and get up but your arm wonât move you blink away the your sleepiness, and see your arm tied to the bed post of the bed in the hotel in Heavens arena you were staying at. Those fucking psychos you think. You look around and spot Gon and Killua sleeping on the couches. âWhat the fuck you guys?!â You scream waking them up.
â[reader] your awake!â Gon said in a somewhat happy tone but there was nothing to be happy about at least not in your eyes that is.
âWhat is happening?!â You shout as panic begins to replace your anger. âCalm down, look we couldnât have you leave us, unprotected itâs safer with you hereâ Killua said attempting to calm you down.
âCalm down?!? I will not calm down what the fuck!?!â You said tugging at the chain hard, causing your wrists to bleed. They rushed over restraining you as you tried biting them.
So thatâs how your life is going right now, they feed you everyday despite your many protests to be set free. You were scared, a week or two ago they were your best friends how did it come to this. You started to back track in your life to try and find out what changed. I mean you currently had a lot of free time. So you thought back on everything trying to find out why they are acting like this maybe it was Hisoka you thought, or maybe it was someone I fought, or maybe theyâre just fucking lunatics you thought.
You eventually stopped caring all you wanted now was to escape and leave this place and never look back. So you hatched a plan, you were going to leave during the night. Killua was your biggest problem he was a fricken trained assassin how do you beat that? So you continued to develop the perfect plan then something unexpected happened. They had made it to the top floor.
Fuck. All that planning out the window, Gon decided to go and visit his aunt mito. They were taking you with them how you ask? By drugging you of course. Killua came into the room holding a needle and a bottle of mystery liquid. You started panicking, Gon rushed over and started trying to calm you down, but you kept squirming so he physically held you down while Killua put the needle in your arm mystery liquid filled your body.
âItâs alrightâ Gon said calmingly âyouâre just going to go to sleep for a whileâ Gon said his voice now sounded like an echo, then darkness.
The drugs were strong but your will was stronger, even in your sleep you fought it. You woke up in flashes then immediately going back to sleep the first time it happened you were on someoneâs back you ever so slightly turned your head and saw Hisoka standing in the hallway. The second time you woke up you were boarding a ship still on someoneâs back.
The third time you were below deck with Gon standing over you feeding you what tasted like soup. The fourth and final time you were be carried bridal style into a house. Which you soon learned was aunt mitos.
You were placed on a bed âf-fâŚ.uckâ you said waking up slowly with the worldâs worst headache. After waking up you felt the weakest you had ever been in your entire life it was horrible. You were in and out of sleep, throwing up, having fever dreams the whole 9 yards.
They hated seeing you like this but they didnât want you to try and run away. Aunt mito became your savior you tried asking her for help but she just thought you were in pain from this terrible sickness you contracted from the ship ride over, at least thatâs what the boys said.
âH-he..lp mâŚmeâ you managed to croak out âawh you poor babyâ Mito said while placing a cold cloth in your forehead. Even though she was clueless of your situation she was the only sane one in that house. She was oh so kind to you it was heavenly it reminded you of your parents taking care of up when you were younger and sick.
You got better and eventually you left agin with them to York new, something about finding Gons father with a game or whatever you didnât care you were still planning your escape.
Yâall were finally at York new the boys still so protective and controlling over you, huddling around as to make sure nobody even got close to you.
They needed money and fast so they could buy the game at the auction. That was your way out, the auction, you had a fool proof plan. Step one act like their helpless little sibling gain their trust back, essentially playing into their delusions.
Step two beg to go to the auction say that you want to be there to support them in their journey to find greed island. Step three once you are there book it to the nearest and buff security guard and tell them about the lunatics keeping you captive.
Of course nothing can ever go as planned can it? The phantom troupe just had to come and ruin your plan.
They had heard that the phantom troupe was worth a crap ton of money so they were hunting them down, unfortunately when they got caught you just so happened to have been in the area.
Fuck your life you thought as they stuffed you in the limo. You sat near the ones called Maci and Phinks. Machi was silent just staring you down trying to intimidate you, it didnât work you were to pissed to be scared, they royally fucked up your perfect plan. Phinks on the other hand kept trying to talk to you you wanted to slap the shit out of him but that would result in your death and you valued your life, sort of.
So you instead kept your mouth shut only responding when you thought he would be angry if you didnât. You looked up and saw this weird short black haired guy staring at you like Machi. He scared you his aura alone was enough to keep you away.
They lead you into their hideout you were almost positive this would be your final resting place.
You surprisingly spotted someone you knew, Hisoka, fucking, marrow. Why of all people him, Gon almost gave away the fact yâall knew him. Maybe just maybe Hisoka could save you from this hell.
They discussed what to do with yâall, suddenly the blond one named Shalnark spoke up saying he knew you. What the shitnuggets you thought I donât know this guy. Suddenly a distant memory flooded into your head you had met him.
At the time you didnât know the tragedy he inflicted on your family. He had killed your aunt, in front of you, kinda lemme take you back.
He had heard about this valuable piece of tech that your aunt had, and of course he needed to have it. You had just so happened to be staying at your aunts at the time he decided to break in. He had broken in, your aunt of course was refusing to show him where it was, heâs a busy man so he placed his pin in her and mind controlled her into showing him were it was.
You had a nightmare and ran out of your room looking for your aunt you ran into him. He looked down surprised to see a tiny lil kid hugging his leg, crying, asking for your auntie. He hadnât accounted for their being kids in the house, he had no problem killing kids, he hated doing it but if the job required it. This job didnât, so in a split second decision he kneeled down to your level and patted your head saying your auntie was out and he was a babysitter.
He calmed you down and brought you back to bed, tucked you in and everything. He told you was watching a horror movie so any screams you heard where the movie. You fell asleep,woke up went out and found your aunt decapitated. Not a fun memory.
You spook up saying âHey you were the babysitter that killed my aunt!â Killua and gon and most of the troupe gave you the âwhat the fuckâ look.
âAh so you do remember meâ Shalnark said smiling âunfortunately yesâ you said under your breath.
This was going to be a terrible interesting mostly terrible adventure. Buckle up!
Thatâs all for today Iâll update yâall tomorrow with part 3! :3 love you all remember to drink waterภ^â˘ďťâ˘^ภ(part one is on my page)
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The phantom troupe is certainly an interesting mix of crazed individuals. All insane in their own way. The guy named Nobunaga wanted yâall to join them, honestly you were just happy you werenât going to die.
Gon and Killua were pissed at not only the phantom troupe but also themselves, how could they be so stupid and get caught like that.
Meanwhile you met most of the group minus their boss. You thought Shalnark was kinda scary not only with the whole killing your aunt thing, but also because you felt this underlining malice in his voice when he spoke. You thought Machi was chill, she was cool and was against Feitan when he suggested killing yâall.
You thought Pakunoda was low key really cool in your eyes she seemed badass. You thought Phinks was annoying he kept trying to talk to you. You thought that Feitan, well is Feitan he is cold to you. He acts like you are a nuisance but he keeps staring at you itâs weird.
Shinzuku and Franklin were alright they didnât really talk to you but they kinda seemed nice.
Letâs fast forward a little bit, Nobunaga had you and the boys in a room in their hideout. He was waiting for his boss to get back so he could approach the idea of adding yâall to the group.
Donât think that your plan to escape them still isnât happening, the phantom troupe kidnapping yâall was a momentary set back. Your plan was still in motion. So there you were clinging to Killua curled to his side, for the first time this was your choice.
To escape you needed to play into their delusions that you are their helpless little sibling. So you tried your best to seem like you actually tolerated them.
Gon and Killua eventually started arguing, they made up and with you on Gons back they charged at Nobunaga. Last second they turned and broke down the walls, escaping. Smart you would give them that. (This is where I change the original plot a little)
As they were running also happened to be the time Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Phinks, and Feitan happens to be coming back. Yâall ran right past them as they turned the corner.
Yâall were close to the fence that fenced of their hideout from the rest of the world. Panic overcame you if the boys successfully escaped which they were you. Would be trapped yet again, screw my plan you thought you were going to escape NOW.
So you started to thrash around on Gons back he tried to hold on to you. As he jumped up to hop the fence you jumped back pushing his back with your feet hard. You flipped off his back and instead of landing over the fence like you hoped, you landed right into Shalnark.
âFUCKâ, you said angrily. In your rashness you had forgotten that the frickin phantom troupe was right behind you.
He caught you hoisting you up by your armpits like you were a cat. When you finally got your since back you started thrashing. âNO NO THIS ISNT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DOâ you yelled, but he just held you tighter.
The boys were frozen, what do they do? Should they try and save you? I mean the ficken phantom troupe had you literally in their arms. They were too powerful for the boys to beat. So they ran, they would save you. What kind of big brothers would they be if they didnât?
They walked you back to their hideout, except they wouldnât let you walk you were held rather tightly by Shalnark to prevent you from moving.
You thought about activating your nen but you had heard from a friend of a friend that their boss Chrollo could steal Nen abilities and you didnât want to find out if those were just rumors or not.
Honestly you were so fucking tired why was life doing this to you?
You officially believed you were cursed, you wanna know why. Because the fucking phantom troupe were becoming like Killua and Gon sorta at least thatâs one of your theories, or theyâre just lunatics.
You talked with their boss Chrollo he was actually kind of nice to you. Although he treated you like you were younger it was refreshing to not be treated like you werenât made of porcelain.
It was the rest of the troupe that were starting to treat you like the boys did and you had no idea why. It was mainly Shalnark and Phinks.
âSo what do you want from me?â You asked putting your head in your hand, despite your situation you were insanely bored.
âTo talk, you know the chain user donât you?â He asked speaking slowing as if to make sure you heard and understood every word. âFor the last time no I donât know who youâre talking about. I know your goonies went through Killuas brain but I am not Killua. I donât know who you are talking aboutâ you said making sure to say Goonies extra loud so the whole troupe heard you. At this point you didnât care if you made enemies.
Chrollo looked at your eyes intensely as if to catch you in a lie. You stared back equally as intense, no longer caring what happens to you.
You and Chrollo talked more, eventually you were in the center of the whole troupe they were conversing with their boss. You occasionally butted in when it was relevant to you.
Pakunoda was ordered to make sure you really didnât know the chain user. She walked over and put a hand one your head, looking through your memories. She stopped took her hand off your head and just stared at you with wide eyes like she say something she wasnât supposed to.
You didnât understand, did you live through something that involved them. You couldnât have the only on you have history which is Shalnark.
She paused before turning to look at her boss saying that you didnât know the chain user. She followed up with saying âthis child isâŚ.. i-importantâ she said stuttering. The troupe looked at her strangely
âTheir memories, were run of the mill but itâs just that thereâs something up with her something strange she isnât telling us she knows somethingâ Pakunoda said sounding unsure.
âWhat could I possibly be hiding?â You asked now angry. âI just wanna go home can I please just leave?â You said tired.
They didnât let you leave instead they held you there because you were âsuspiciousâ or whatever you didnât care you were so tired of everyone.
They started acting weird like the boys, âfuck fuck fuckâ you thought when you realized that they were becoming scarily attached to you.
They smothered you with affection (mostly Shalnark) and talking. They became weirdly protective even Feitan was becoming possessive. It was like a virus spreading to the people you talked to.
Machi was more protective towards you. When she had to watch you see kept you close tho her side, when you strayed she would literally pull you too her and pushed you against her side.
Shalnark was always with you talking he even started talking and acting like you were his fricken child!
Hisoka just sorta stared at you but his eyes spoke a thousand words.
Phinks on the other hand was trying to get you to warm up to him. News flash it didnât work. Feitan surprisingly became a sort of breath of fresh air. Whenever you were with him he didnât talk just stared. It was scary but at least he wasnât being clingy like the rest of them.
They were soft with you it felt weird and out of character for them. But seeing how the boys suddenly started acting with you nothing was impossible.
Thatâs all for today Part 4 tomorrow! Love u all drink lots of water! Bye bye! (All parts are on my page)ŕźź 㤠ââĄâ ŕź˝ă¤
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Another day with the phantom troupe and you are already losing it. They are so smothering, physically and socially.
Letâs just say you no longer fear death.
Shalnark is the worst. Always with you doing something, everything Shalnark says was a hint of malice behind it he scares you.
Let me walk you through an average conversation with Shalnark â[readerrrrrrr] what are doing outside, you know your not supposed to be outside without a troupe memberâ he says as if you were a toddler caught in the cookie jar.
âI think you and me both know why Iâm outsideâ you say, wasnt it obvious you hated it here and wanted to escape?
He walks up to you, you step back out of reflex âNext time you leave without a troupe member Iâll break your leg, as punishmentâ he says smiling. He pats you on the head before taking your hand and dragging you back inside.
So in short you are basically fucked, after that warning you stopped trying to escape. You now had little regard for your own life, as I said you no longer fear death. After what you have been through I canât blame you.
Meanwhile with Killua and Gon they are currently scheming trying to find away to get you back. âThey must be so scared!! What if they are torturing them or worse?!!â Gon said almost to tears at the thought of you being tortured.
Gon was like a chaotic mother hen, always stressing over you twenty four seven. Killua on the other hand was more calculated, in short heâs the brains of the two.
Kurapika and Leorio were with Gon and Killua the boys insisted on helping Kurapika with his revenge journey, mostly for you but also because Kurapika is a close friend and they want to help him.
Meanwhile with you, you were currently talking with Chrollo. Just about random things yâall liked it was weird to have such a normal conversation with them.
Chrollo had informed you that you were going with them to catch someone that worked with the chain user. Apparently he was working with a team of bodyguards. They were going to some hotel to find them.
So off you went, you were chilling by Machiâs side walking down some random street. Suddenly you felt a very familiar presence, the boys they were here. You had a knack for sensing peopleâs presence.
As much as you wanted to say something, you knew that this was your chance to escape from both of the groups of psychopaths.
So you devised a plan of escape, it was simple run when the boys attacked.
And soon enough they striked, sure enough you booked it as soon as they jumped out. The phantom troupe were caught off guard but recovered quickly. Unfortunately for them you had already started running and you didnât plan on stopping.
The phantom troupe was to focused on the boys they didnât notice you had already run off. After catching the boys Machi looked around âhey whereâd the kid go?â Machi said confused despite you being right next to her she was too focused on the boys to notice that you slipped away.
The boys shared a look with each other a look of relief despite them being caught you had escaped thatâs all that mattered.
You had run and didnât stop you were finally free and this new found freedom gave you an adrenaline rush. It was euphoric, you were hopping on top buildings, going left, right, left right. Trying to make it hard for anyone following you to follow.
You were scared to look behind you what if you saw they chasing you. So when you were positive they couldnât have followed you, you looked, no one was there. A wave of relief waged over you, you stood there in the rain for the first time in months, alone.
It was so nice you started crying, tears of joy it was amazing. Crying in the rain alone not having to worry about psychos smothering you.
After you stopped crying you realized how all that running made you insanely hungry. So you wondered the streets, you were broke so your only hope was to either dumpster dive or steal someoneâs wallet. You were so hungry you didnât care about the law.
With this new found wallet you bought your favorite food in the whole world, sat down and ate alone in peace. It was pure bliss you didnât even care about the rain.
Eventually you found a nice ally way to sleep in, better than the phantom troupe you thought. As you found a flattened cardboard box to lay on a door creaked open slowly. You shrunk back scared. âHello?â A childâs voice asked. You looked to see a kid that looked your age, blond hair and a big pink dress.
She scanned to ally and found you âoh are you alright?â She asked in a kind voice. âYes miss dong worry about me Iâll be leaving nowâ you said rushing out of the ally but someone had snagged your shirt collar âI donât want trouble honestâ you said pleading.
âIâm not going to hurt you!â She said in an almost annoyed tone. âMy names Biscuit Krueger just call me Biskyâ she said holding you up by your shirt color like you were a kitten.
She inspected you intensely before staring at you wide eyed. After her shock wore off she put you down and ushered you inside despite your protests.
âCome alongâ she said leading you into her house âsorry miss bisky but i donât even know youâ you said planting your feet in the ground to stop her from dragging you.
âYour right how rude of me, what your name?â She asked as if she didnât just shove you into her house. â[r-reader]â you said unsure if you should truthfully answer or not.
After getting more aquatinted she sat you down on her couc, brought you a towel and tea. âThere is something very important I need to tell youâ she said sounding like she was about to tell you you had cancer or something.
âThere is something I sensed in your aura, something badâ she said worryingly âwhat do you mean?â You asked now worried âwell this might be a stretch but I believe you have been hit with something that is affecting not only your aura but your entire beingâ
You were officially scared, could this explain the way the people around you have been acting?
âIâm entirely sure what is happened to you but I know that something is terrible happening to youâ bisky said thinking about what could possibly be plaguing you. ââŚ.â You were lost in thought at first you thought she was insane dragging you into her house like this big the more you started thinking the more things made sense.
âCould this thing you are talking about could it, it affect the people around me?â You asked hopeing that you werenât stuck with some type of virus making people act like this.
âPossibly, I need to do more research before I can answer, anything strange happen to you lately?â She asked.
I could name a mountain of things you thought. But how do you tell someone that not only did your closest friends turn psycho but the fricken phantom troupe kidnapped you and started playing a fucked up version of house.
âWellâŚ. The people around have been acting strange⌠like possessive strange, always around me trying to keep me safe but it hurts me more than it helpsâ you told her trying to beat around the bush that you had been kidnapped.
âWell that is certainly strange, Iâll research it more, you should get some sleepâ au said getting up âwait!â You said grabbing her hand âlemme help you, Iâm not tiredâ you said trying to plead your case.
âThe bags under your eyes say differentlyâ she says pointing at the grey-purple blobs under your eyes.
âYou can shower here I have spare clothes Iâll lay out a mat for youâ
She leads you to a bathroom, giving you spare clothes to change into. You hopped in the shower, pure ecstasy washed over you. Finally peace, you thought washing yourself.
You had a sound sleep for the first night in months.
You woke up to Bisky shaking you, you opened your eyes looked up at her. She had a grim look on her face, big a good sign.
âWhatâs wrong??â You said now fully awake and worried.
Bisky sat you down and shared the grim news. âI didnât want it to be trueâ she said sadly âbut Iâm almost positiveâŚâŚ[reader] I believe you have been plagued withâŚ. A nen curseâ
âWhat is a nen curse??â You asked with a mix of curiosity and worry
âSome people in the world have the nen ability to give others curses.. of sorts. Itâs complicated but a nen curse usually affect the persons nen but in your case it is affecting your entire beingâ
ââŚâ you didnât know what to say is this why people are treating you like you are made of glass?
âIt most likely happened if you recently got into a fight with someone who can use nenâ Bisky continued âIâm so so sorry this is happening yo youâ Bisky says sympathetically.
You feel a strange stinging in your eyes, you were about to cry.
Then something went through your head bisky was most likely going to become like the rest of the people you talk too, âI-I need to leaveâ you say getting up in a hurry.
âWait [reader]!â Bisky says grabbing your hand. âLook your going to become like everyone else I meet for mine and your own safety stay away!â You said grabbing your hand back before running out the door no longer even caring.
You life was over this stupid curse has ruined your whole life.
â[READER]!!â A male voice calls out, oh no itâs him RUN.
Suddenly you hear biskys voice â[reader]!! There might be a way to remove the curse!] she says desperately
To late.
Thatâs all for today, sorry to leave you on a kinda cliffhanger. BUT I will update tomorrow so donât worry. Love you all have an awesome day remember to drink water!!(â･â˘Ěâżâ˘Ě･)â
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You know just before something bad happens, and that split second before it happens you feel intense regret. Yea thatâs happening right now.
You turn towards the male voice and see none other than Phinks, Feitan and Shalnark. You now regret running out of miss Biskys house like that.
Phinks had shouted your name so loud it made you straighten up and forget about your sadness. Regret overtook your body instantly, RUN was all you could think.
So you started running, âwait!â Bialy said running after you âI can help you!â She says still running after you.
âBISKY PLEASE STOP CHASING ME THEY WILL KILL YOUâ You said desperately. Bisky looked behind and say the 3 men catching up to yâall at record time.
âIâll help you I PROMISEâ she said diverging left, jumping up onto buildings. They didnât chase after, because of her form they didnât think she was a threat.
Suddenly you were tackled to the ground by Feitan. You fell with a thump, âGET OFF OF MEâ you said now panicking. Feitan held on to you not letting you run away again.
Suddenly you were pulled away from Feitan, you zoomed up into the air. âAHHHHHHHâ you screamed scared.
Why were you suddenly in the air? Well letâs all thank Hisoka.(THATS RIGHT IM WRITING HIM BACK INTO THE STORY)
âWHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?â You said now in Hisokas grip.
He raced off with you bridal style in his arms. Hisoka looked down at you and smiled one of his terrifying smiles.
Hisoka had run with such sped that you had gotten whiplash. You thought about struggling but him dropping you at the speed he was going is basically the equivalent of barrel rolling out of a car.
Yâall had outrun the phantom troupe, Hisoka stopped at the back door of a bar placing you down softly. The security guard tried to stop ya from entering but he got a card to the throat.
Yâall had entered the bar gaining strange looks, yâall sat down and you unloaded everything you had when waiting to ask him. Why had he taken you from his own group, why were yall at a bar, where were the boys.
Hisoka explained everything, he had double crossed them, the boys had escaped and he still didnât answer your question about the bar.
It was a lot to take in all at once, but suddenly a question popped into your head. âHow did the troupe know where I was?â You blurred out suddenly.
Hisoka smiled a sick smile âwell thatâs quite simpleâ he answered in his signature smooth voice. âThe troupe was always cautious with the things they lovedâ you shuddered at his words. You wouldnât call what they put you through to be love.
âThey put a tracker in your armâ Hisoka said like that was normal. You stoped breathing for a second, a tracker? You thought, once again you were speechless.
Hisoka grabbed you arm pointing at where it was. âW-whatâ you said in a painfully sad voice.
âWhile you were sleeping, thatâs how I found you after leaving a happened upon one of the tracking devices they used to follow youâ he said holding it up.
In a daze you lifted up your arm and used your nails to try and dig it out of your arm. You scratched through your arm, blood dripping down your arm. You had dug it out of your arm and threw the blinking sphere on the table.
You arm started shaking, your adrenaline wore off and it started to hurt but you didnât care.
Hisoka smiled once again, you were intriguing. But he didnât want to fight you, it was strange he saw you as somewhat family. The only reason you werenât cooped up in some apartment was because Hisoka was to sure he could protect you.
He stood up signally yâall where leaving he took the tracker and as yâall left slipped it into a waiters pocket. People have you strange looks as yâall left, understandable I mean you are still bleeding out.
You grabbed napkins and trued your best to dab the blood. As yâall started walking you started zoning out. You mind began to wonder, you knew about his nen ability bungee gum thatâs how he grabbed you, but what if it was still attached to you?
You use gyo on your eyes and sure enough it still was. He knew you were gonna run like you always did. But you knew that you could play to your strengths, feeding into their delusions until he let his guard down then you run.
That was your plan with everything because it worked so well. You needed to find Bisky and get this curse off you.
Hisoka suddenly stopped he looked around before grabbing your hand and walking towards the right. He leaned against some ally wall while holding your hand.
Suddenly someone appeared, he had the palest skin you had ever seen you would think he was sick if he wasnât to built. He had long black hair and a weird crop top get u, but who were you to judge his fashion.
He looked at you before looking at Hisoka in a questioning way. âThis is [reader] their staying with meâ Hisoka said as if he hadnât ran away from the phantom troupe with you.
Yâall started walking with the weird man, he spoke rarely but he said enough if that made sense. You gathered from his limited words that he was an assassin and he needed help with a job.
You felt something strange with him, you started tuning out their talking focused on the assassin. You closed your eyes and focused, you could hear his heartbeat it was playing a melody of death. The more you focused the more you realized how much death surrounds his overall aura.
He scared you, kinda like how Feitan did but differently. He was lean and towered over you it was intimidating.
After walking for awhile Hisoka told you to stay with the man you now know as Illumi. He turns to leave.
âWait what? Where are you going?!â You shouted as he walked away. âHeâs gonna babysit you for a little bit.â Hisoka said with a smile.
When you knew he was out of earshot âfuck youâ you said lifting your middle finger towards Hisoka. You stuck your tongue out but quickly put it back in when you remembered Illumi was right there.
Yâall started walking again, it was awkward and illumi was too menacing to talk to.
You thought about everyone you met in the past months, Hisoka, Bisky, and mito were the less obsessed. Despite Hisokas weirdness it felt like a breath of fresh air talking to them you felt almost free.
You suddenly spoke up âHey man look I know you donât want to watch me and I donât want to be watched, how bout you let me go and I just leave? How does that sound?â You said hopefully.
He simply gave you a look, grabbed your arm and pulled you closer as you looked like you were about to book it and he didnât want to chase after you.
You shaked around in an almost playful manor. He gave you the run down you where joining him on his mission, while Hisoka went to the auction.
Here you were in some underground club, âstay hereâ Illumi said coldly before leaving to find his target, it was some rich male loser.
You saw his picture he looked like a loser, thatâs what you thought at least. Suddenly you spotted the rich loser and by some chance he planted himself right next to you.
âHey sweet cheeks~â he said in a voice that made you think he was a discord moderator.
He put his hand on your back and started rubbing your back. âOh fuck meâ you said under your breath.
He tried and failed to flirt with you, âIâm actually a minorâ you said coldly âage is just a numberâ he said leaning in.
You decided you were tired of waiting for Illumi and decided to take care of this yourself.
You lead the perv to some back room, saying you were curious about body stuff. You held back the puke as you spoke.
He closed and locked the door, you activated your nen into some random nail you picked up of the ground, held it between you fingered and shot it at him. It hit him right in his forehead, he fell with a thump.
(Letâs say your nen is you can focus your nen into objects and shoot them out like bullets)
You unlocked the door and ran right into Illumi he was standing in the door way. He looked down and say the rich perv dead.
âWhoopsâŚ?â You said in an unsure tone.
It was an interesting night you and Illumi talked more. He surprisingly wasnât mad you snagged his target. Yall talked about his job as an assassin, and you talked about how gay it was that the phantom troupe kidnapped you.
You felt comfortable telling him about you being kidnapped you didnât know why.
As time passed and you talked, you felt tired and fell asleep completely forgetting about your nen curse the very thing that got you into your situation.
You woke to Illumi staring at you, yâall were in some shitty motel. Yâall left going god knows where, you tried asking but he didnât answer.
Fuck your thought, what if he becomes insane like the rest?
After several trains yall arrived at the infamous Zoldyck manor. You knew after last night Illumi was a Zoldyck like Killua, you avoided mentioning you knew his brother that but for some reason you think he knows already.
Yâall stopped at the testing gate, he stepped back, âopen itâ he said blankly.
âWhat? Are you kidding I canât open that?!â He didnât seem to talk no for an answer and he would let you leave so you had no choice but to try.
You weakly pushed at the stone wall and of course it didnât open. âUse you nenâ he says from behind you.
âUghhh fineâ you say pulling the many nails you collected last night out of your pocket.
You channeled every thing you had into the nails you decided to actually try this time. You put everything into it and shot them out they clustered together and with a loud bang they landed in the stone wall.
The dust blew back as the gate slowly but surely began to slowly move.
âHOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT ITS MOVINGâ you shouted turning around to Illumi âLOOK ITS MOVINGâ you said like an excited toddler discovering ice cream.
The gate stoped but you didnât you fired more nen charged nail into the gate and with each nail it moved until it was open.
You later on the ground sighing in relief, that took a lot out of you.
Illumi pulled you up and dragged you inside before the gate closed again.
He practically dragged you up the hill to the giant mansion , after catching your breath you questioned him. âWhy are we here?â You said tiredly.
He didnât say anything, you passed a girl that guarded the way. She gave you a confused look you returned the look.
Suddenly a women with the puffiest dress imaginable showed up and started asking an insane amount of questions all at once to illuminate mostly about you.
After she settled down she grabbed you inspecting you closely. She pulled you inside, suddenly you wished you were back with Illumi. You all sat down on the many couches, with some old man named Zeno.
Illumi explained that you opened the testing gate, he talked bout your abilities saying you were capable. It would be nice if his mom wasnât all over you it was suffocating.
Y he started talking about you staying here for a little bit. Suddenly dread washed over you, here we go again.
Sorry for not posting part 5 in like four days Iâve been busy my bad, love you all bye bye(â˘Ěá´â˘Ě)Ů
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(Hey guys sorry I havenât been active it has been a ROUGH few days, to cut a long story short Iâm back in therapy. You know what that means that means MORE UPDATES đŞ Iâm doing better so Iâm gonna try and update more love yâall so much â¤ď¸)
Life with the Zoldyck family surprisingly wasnât as bad as staying with the phantom troupe. The Zoldycks werenât openly threatening you but they gave you a look that said âtry me and Iâll kill youâ type look.
It was low key creepy staying with them because of how quiet most of them were.
Kalluto was quiet and reserved but he always lingered around you, following you around. He is good at sneaking around but you being on edge all the time allows you to feel his presence.
Kikyo was how do I put this, smothering. She was always asking you questions and having you try on outfits and dresses. (even if you are a boy sheâs making you try on dresses) She treated you like a doll it was VERY annoying.
Milluki never left his room and therefore never bothered you, but you did see him occasionally he always gave you a look.
Illumi was well strangely suffocating, not in a physical way he never touched you but his overall presence just feels a bit suffocating.
Zeno was chill, you thought he was cool. He would share stories with you about his past mission and such he was actually really nice to you. He even at first helped you train your nen.
Silva was a character, he had a glare like a mountain lion but treated you with kindness. He was nice to you but was always standing over you, watching you as if you were about to make a move.
You knew your curse was slowly infecting the family. You even for a split second considered staying cause of the luxury of their mansion but you knew it would only lead to more pain for you in the future.
So for the millionth time you created a plan, you knew that they would be almost impossible to escape, from their butlers to the cameras to the big fuckin wall of theirs escaping is virtually impossible.
So you decided to smooth talk your way out of here.
You were currently eating dinner with kikyo, Zeno, Kalluto and Illumi. Kikyo was ranting about various things. You had been poking at your food while lost in thought.
âDear? hello? [reader]?â Kikyo said trying to get your attention. You snapped out of it and were greeted with them all staring directly at you.
âHuh what?..â you said confused. âAre you feeling alright dear?â Kikyo said putting her hand on your head checking for a fever.
âYea just⌠distractedâŚâ you said trying to find the words.
Kikyo didnât seem to take this answer well she bombarded you with various questions.
You looked at Illumi desperate for him to do something to get his mom to stop but he just stared back blankly, same Kalluto except he just looked sad.
You then started at Zeno with pleading eyes, he seemed to get your message âmaybe theyâre just tired from all the stuff theyâve been doing todayâ Zeno said interrupting Kikyo.
In reality you hadnât done much of anything today, just try on clothes, walk with Kalluto, talk with Illumi about his upcoming mission and talk with Zeno. It was a mostly uneventful day.
But you simply nodded in agreement and left it at that.
Kikyo sent you off to bed, while walking away you turned to Zeno and mouthed a thank you. He simply nodded.
You laid in bed restless, you had been up thinking about what to say and who to say it to. You needed to leave before this infamous batch of assassins got to protective.
You decided you needed to talk with the head off the house, Silva. You got up and attempted to leave your bedroom, key word attempted.
You got stopped by the butlers immediately. You started struggling âlemme go! I have to uhhh bathroom!â You said frantically.
âLet them goâ Illumi said from behind you the butlers paused. You could have sworn you say fear on their faces.
They dropped you, you told Illumi you needed to talk with Silva and it was very important. You said some lie bout the phantom troupe and he let you pass.
The hallway was long and dark the butlers eyed you like you were the scum of the earth. Finally you got to Silvas room.
You knocked 3 times announcing it was you. The door creaked open and you slowly shuffled in.
He was sat on a bed of pillows, his room was strange.
He invited you to sit, you explained your predicament with the whole nen curse thing. âAnd i can get the curse removed but only my friend knows how to, itâs kinda an unknown thing so like sheâs the only one who can do it.â You said trying to sound as convincing as possible.
You had also maybe told Silva that the curse was slowly killing you. In your defense this might have been the only way he would let you leave.
You hadnât lied, just bent the truth a little. âI seeâ was all Silva said he thought for a moment on what to say.
âIâve noticed your nen there is something wrong with it, you may leave to have the curse removed.â He said calmly.
âReally?!â You said excepting for him to say no.
âYes, but after the curse is removed you are to return to us at once.â He said with a hint of sadness.
âThank u thank u!!â You said happily. âYou may leave tomorrow morningâ he said closing his eyes he seems to be thinking quite intensely.
You slept happy that night. You got up bright and early, you snuck out of your room tiptoeing as to not wake the others.
You ran into Kalluto on your way down the hallway. âWeâre are you going?â He said with genuine curiosity. âOh hi?.. Iâm going through something pretty bad right now and I need to leave to get cured of something that is plaguing meâ you said trying to sound professional.
He didnât say anything, you just sorta left he watched you as you walked down the stairs slowly.
You passed by Zeno on your way out. You looked at him and he nodded as if to say goodbye.
âHOW COULD HE LET THEM LEAVE LIKE THAT!â Kikyo said running around the house frantically. âWHAT IF THEY GET HURT?! Oh it just isnât fair!â She said crying.
She had gotten quite attached to you.
âWhat if they are lyingâ Illumi said to his father, âthey were telling the truth there is a curse attached to themâ Silva said in his usual calm voice.
âWhat if they donât returnâ Illumi said despite his calm demeanor he was mad you left. âWe can get them back easilyâ Silva said.
âAh sweet freedomâ you said enjoying the sunshine. You needed to find Bisky and find a way to get this stupid nen curse out of you.
You took several trains and a blimp back to were you had last met bisky. You walked towards the direction of her house.
â[reader]?!â You whipped you head around and found Bisky standing there. She ran up to you giving you a hug. âI thought they kidnapped you!â She said softly.
After a heart felt reunion, you and Bisky sat down at a coffee shop table together. She told you about something that might help you.
âIâm not positive it will work but itâs worth a tryâ she said drinking her coffee.
âThereâs this game greed island have you heard of it?â Bisky said. âOh yea I know what you are talking about! Itâs that game you can go in right?â You said almost happy.
âYes! Look at the auction this guy bought it and heâs looking for contestants to play it, whoever completes the game takes home 3 cards from the game with them!â Bisky said now exited.
âItâs all really interesting but as I was saying thereâs this card angels breath itâs a healing card maybe if we go into the game and find angels breath it can heal you of your curse!â She said now incredibly excited.
âYou think it will work?â You said hopeful.
âWe have to try, first of all do you have a hunters license?â Bisky said âyea I earned it a little while ago it was rough but totally worth itâ you said proud of your accomplishment (for those that havenât read my other parts, reader meets the boys in heaven arena so that means you got your license by yourself)
âGood good because to even have a chance you need a licenseâ
After eating yâall left towards the building Bisky said would get yâall in the game. Of course the guards didnât take you seriously but a beating and showing of yâall licenses was enough to get yâall in.
The guys that bought all the copyâs of the games, interviewed yâall and eventually yâall were let in.
Everything was going smoothly a bit too smooth.
As yâall waited in the room guess who you spotted or rather they spotted you.
None other than Gon and Killua, Gon practicly jumped on you. â[READER]!!!!!â He screamed as he tackled you.
Of fucking course you thought.
They bombarded you with so many questions it made Kikyos question look like a breath of fresh air.
They held onto you so tightly it was impossible to breath. You started thrashing and screaming, guards rushed over and threatened the boys that they would be kicked out.
The guards stood between you and the monsters, they started arguing with the guards saying that you were their sibling and they had a right to talk to you.
You simply ran back to biskys side(she wa sin the bathroom so she didnât see them jump on you)
âAre you alright?â Bisky said concerned âyea Iâm fineâŚâ you said keeping your head down as some strange attempt to make yourself small.
The guards explained the rules and how the game works the entire time the boys were staring at you intently.
A quick rock paper scissors game happened to see who would go in first. Gon of course won, you had placed 17th and bisky was 16th she said she would wait for you.
As you entered the game you met a weird lady that let you know the jist of how the game works and off you went. You landed and almost instantly grabbed biskys hand and ran. Lucky for you Gon was occupied with some random guy that was talking to him.
Luck seems to hate and love you.
All you could do was hope Bisky was right, what wonders await you here?
Thatâs all for today I want to right more but Iâm so tired rn so Iâll try and update yâall tomorrow. Love you all bye bye(p.s sorry if there are spelling mistakes my phone hates me)âĄÂ´ď˝Ľá´ď˝Ľ`âĄ
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I Just readet you're Whole Story from hxh... And i LOVE It, i dont really Like gon&killua thats why i skipped Most of the Part but AHHH the Others one? LOVE IT.
And shalnark is such a cutie potato i Hope we becom them. Can you Tell me what IS in your mind? How should the Story going? Are there multiple endings or just one? I wish you a good night and drink a lot <3
Sooo sorry but english is Not my native lanugage
Thank u so much, as of right now Iâm planning multiple endings mostly because I have a hard time ending my storyâs and they end up going on for too long lol. As of rn Iâm not sure were I wanna direct it. Iâm not sure if I should end it in the green island arc or not, Iâm going through really bad writers block rn so any suggestions or input is appreciated Iâll credit u if I end up going in the direction yâall suggest. I might have a fight between the boys and the phantom troupe cause in the show most of the troupe goes into the game. What do yâall think? Thank u for ur supportđâ°(*´︜`*)âŻâĄ
YANDERE PLATONIC TENGEN AND HIS WIVES TW: Yandere, Possessive Behaviour, Injuries, Mild Gore(?), Violence
You probably drew Tengenâs attention first and foremost. How? Youâre not entirely sure, all you know is that you were going about your day when the massive, flamboyant Sound Hashira crashed into your life.
You were awestruck, I mean how couldnât you be? Youâve just barely reached the rank of Kanato, and before you stands a Hashira, one of the strongest members the corps!
Tengen doesnât understand his feelings right away, denying his new-found obsession for you. He only insists on you going with you on every mission, spending every single minute possible with you because of how flamboyant you are.
But his jealousy flares every time you gush about Rengokuâs strength, or Shinobuâs intelligence.
Heâs the one who recognized your flamboyant potential. Heâs the one who improved your swordsmanship skills. Heâs the one who raised you to the rank of Hinoe with just two months of training.
Still unable to recognize his growing obsession with you, he finds the solution to all his problems, you can just become his Tsukago! His and his alone. And of course, youâre elated. Not just because of the promotion, but rather because Tengen thinks youâre worthy enough to become his successor.
And obviously, as his only successor, you should meet his wives. Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru all adore you. Youâre just the sweetest thing, arenât you? All flustered with the attention theyâre giving you. So humble too! Adamantly denying your skills. You got to where you are because of Tengen, only because of his training were you ae to accomplish all that you have.
Tengenâs heart swells with pride watching you with his family, you and his family. It is perfect and flamboyant, because you are with him and you are safe until suddenly you arenât. Until suddenly youâre on your first mission together as his Tsukago, and itâs harder than anything youâve ever faced.
Itâs perfect until one of the many demons that swarm you endlessly manages to land a hit. And suddenly, youâre in his arms bleeding. Thereâs so much blood, your blood. He gently cradles your body in his arms, trembling with anger at your pitiful form. In a blind fit of rage, Tengen slaughtered the remaining demons.
He angrily demanded the Kakushi to give you the best treatment possible, as your breathing became slower and steadier.
Tengen has Shinobu treat you, and he remains by your side along with his wives until you finally regain consciousness. Immediately, everyone sprang to action, Suma began sobbing tears of joy, Makio shouts alternate between demanding for a doctor and questioning your condition frantically, Hinatsuru attempts to soothe you, reaching to place a placating hand on your shoulder.
All of this overwhelms you, which is noticed by Tengen, who orders his wives out of the hospital room. Tengen manages to calm you down and explains your condition. Youâve been injured, badly. He says Shinobu orders at least two months bed rest. You try to sit up to protest, but the pain sears through you at the sudden moment. Begrudgingly, you agree.
Tengen remains by your side, caring for you, and when he canât, his wives are more than happy to step up. Soon, the realization dawns on Tengen that he likes you being like this. A little baby who relies on him and his wives, on their papa and mamas. The delusional gears begin to turn, and his protective instincts are driven to a high.
After two months pass, youâre still being babied by Tengen and his wives, despite you feeling fine. And itâs not that youâre ungrateful for their care, but you want to go out on missions again, you want to do your job. But Hinatsuru shuts down all talk of being better by masterfully changing the topic of your conversation. Makio always scolds you, albeit gently, because donât you recall the severe pain you felt? And Suma is by far the worst, she begins bawling at the thought of you being potentially in danger. So really, you have no other choice but to ask Tengen.
âNo.â
âNo?â You repeat dumbly, baffled by the audacity he held.
âYes, no. I forbid you from going on missions.â Tengen declares, leaving you speechless.
He forbids you?! Who does he think he is? Sure, youâre grateful for all his and his wives help, but that doesnât mean he can just forbid you from going on missions. Youâre a member of the corps, just like he is. And while you may not be a Hashira, you are certainly skilled. Besides, whatâs the point in all his training just to not go on missions anymore?
âYou are my flamboyant Tsukago,â Tengen says, âand as your flamboyant master, you must respect me and my decisions.â
You felt mild anger surge through you at the implication of you not respecting him. All you have felt since you meet the swordsman was respect and admiration. You honed your skills so you could fight alongside him and be a worthy successor.
âI do respect you!â You protest. âBut you trained me so I could be your successor, the next Sound Hashira!â
Tengen gives an irritated sigh. Your stubbornness was flamboyant, but rather troubling.
Huffing, you turn to leave, âThis is my job, so Iâm going to get my next mission, no matter what you say!â
Tengen lets out a soft sigh once more, before swiftly landing a hit to back of your neck. He silently catches you and holds you in his arms. If only you could be a little less difficult. Donât get him wrong, he loves your flamboyant spirit, but he just canât let you get hurt again. And you were correct, being a demon slayer was your job, but not anymore. You wonât need a job. Youâre a baby, his baby. So he and his wives will take care of you. As he glances down at you, slumped in his arms, a serene look on your face. Yes, he assured himself, this is what you needed.
Hi I really enjoyed reading YANDERE PLATONIC TENGEN AND HIS WIVES ,do you think I could request yandere platonic tanjiro and nezuko hcs pleaseđ
Yup and Iâm so glad you liked Tengen and his wives.
TW: Yandere Themes, Overprotectiveness, Violence, Potential Anime Spoilers
Yandere Kamado Siblings
â˘Youâre the third eldest of your family, a responsible and caring child. You and the Kamadosâ had a wonderful and peaceful life. You would help Nezuko care for your younger siblings, and aid Tanjiro with selling coal.
â˘But all that changed when you and Tanjiro went out to sell coal and came back to discover that Muzan had killed your family- all except for Nezuko. Although sheâs been turned into a demon, Nezuko doesnât attack you. Itâs as if her instincts are telling her not too. When Giyuu arrives you beg and plead for sister, only to be shoved aside. This angers both Tanjiro and Nezuko. However, Giyuu outmaneuvers both of them and knocks them out
â˘After that Giyuu directs you all to Urokodaki. During your journey Tanjiro holds your hand, until the demon attack and Nezuko kills it. Once they arrive at Urokodaki, Tanjiro comes to the conclusion that your safety comes above all else. Heâs training to be a demon slayer, and Nezuko is a demon; but you? Youâre their baby sibling, the only one left. They canât lose you.
â˘Much to your protest, Tanjiro forbids you to become a demon slayer and makes you stay with Urokodaki when he isnât there. Due to the danger he faces on missions, Tanjiro decides that you should remain with Urokodaki. And as much as it hurts him to leave you, and separate you and Nezuko, it has to be done. No amount of pleading or begging will change his mind.
â˘With Urokodaki, you find some semblance of peace. You miss your siblings, truly, but you enjoy the sense of freedom you found here. But that doesnât last long because youâre reunited with them during the events of rehabilitation training arc, curtesy of Giyuu.
â˘Tanjiro and Nezuko are ecstatic to see you again! Theyâve missed you so much. And youâre happy to see them too, of course. Itâs just that, theyâve changed a little.
â˘Nezuko clings to you, constantly hugging you and patting your head. She will start sobbing if you try to leave her. And Tanjiro is no help considering heâs just as attached. You love them, you really do, but you need personal space.
â˘Theyâre also insanely protective, youâre barely allowed outside of Butterfly Manor when theyâre there. You can just go outside for five minutes and theyâll be on your case. Nezuko will be wailing and cuddling you tightly while Tanjiro will scold you for leaving without them. What if you had gotten hurt or worse?! Theyâd never be able to live with themselves!
â˘Tanjiro wants nothing more for you to be happy, but your safety takes priority. Plus, youâve got him and Nezuko and theyâre all youâll ever need. So just be good and let them take care of you.
Yandere Platonic bakudaku x reader could it be fantasy au please ,maybe reader found them all beaten up after the boys were fighting goblins ( or their could have saved her/them from the goblins) and they all travels together only for them to prevent the reader from dating anyone?
Yandere BakuDeku Fanatasy AU
tw: Yandere Themes, Suggested Orphan Reader, Protectiveness, Obsession, Violence
You had been travelling with your companions for nearly two years now. Katsuki Bakugo was a strong warrior and his partner, Izuku Midoriya, or Deku as he was more commonly known, was a skilled alchemist. You donât know what string of fate lead you all together, since your meeting was completely coincidental. Although it mostly was because of your foolish actions- something you prefer not to think about.
Youâve always been a free-spirited child, running amok and causing chaos wherever you took up residence. That chaos often lead to you being kicked out of the villages and towns that took you in, leaving you to fend for yourself. The day you met Bakugo and Deku, you had been journeying through a forest in search of another place that would take pity upon you. You were frolicking along the path in the forest which was cleared for travellers. That was until something caught your eye.
It was a lovely flower sitting just past the side of the path. The flower was so pretty and you wanted to see it up close. You bit your lip lightly dur to your apprehension. Youâd heard the cautionary tales told by travelling merchants and adventurers, warning not to venture into the forest. You decided it couldnât be that bad-it lay merely a few feet ahead. Humming, you went to inspect the flower and plucked it. You would have turned around to leave but then you saw another flower which looked even prettier a few feet ahead. You pondered whether to return to the path or not. The flower was gorgeous and you could still see the path. So you decided to venture a little bit deeper into the forest to pick that one as well.
You saw yet another flower more striking than the previous, and after considering less carefully this time around, opted to go pick it. It became a pattern as you threw caution aside and happily ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. As the sun begins to set, you finally decide to return. However, youâve gone too deep into the forest and you have absolutely no clue which way you came from. You gulp nervously. What creatures and monsters lurked and prowled in the cover of the night?
Your question would be answered when you saw a hoard of little impish creatures- goblins. Long pointed ears and equally pointed teeth. Short, green bodies with disgusting boils all along their rough skin. They howled at you, although it really was more of a shriek. You screamed out if fear and ran as fast as you could through the forest. You didnât know where you were running too, but you couldnât care less. All that mattered was escaping those horrid little beasts. Then, you tripped over a root you hadnât seen. You hissed in pain, clutching your foot. The goblins caught up to you, much to your horror. You scuttled away into a thick tree, ignoring the intense pain. You let out a pained whimper and squeezed your eyes shut. Suddenly there was a yell, and flashes of colour that dizzied you. You were too exhausted and shocked to comprehend what wad happening. All you could make out was someone coming up to you before the world faded to darkness.
You groaned as you awoke, a bright light shone brightly. You blinked to adjust yourself to the light. Once you finally adjusted your vision, you furrowed your brows in confusion. were in a room, a nice one at that. The light was from the window on your right, the sun had risen already. Did that mean it was midday? You put aside your musings as you awed at the room itself. The room was the finest youâve ever been in, for youâd never amassed enough money to stay in an upperclass inn. The bedding was soft and warm. You took a moment to enjoy the small luxury before snapping back to reality. How did you end up here? What happened to the goblins?
âYouâre up!â someone exclaimed as they opened the door. You tensed slightly and they put their hands up to reassure you. âAh, Iâm sorry you must be surprised. My name is Izuku but everyone calls me Deku.â
âOh, okay Mr. Deku, Iâm alright. Did you bring me here?â You asked relaxing.
âMmhmm, my partner Kacchan and I heard your scream. We ran to find you and those goblins. You fainted after we found you so we brought you to the inn.â said Deku, âWhat was a kid doing out there anyways?â
âWell I was walking along the forest path and then I saw this really pretty flower that was just a bit off the path.I know youâre not supposed to wander off but it was really close! So I went to go pick it. Then I saw an even prettier flower and I went to go pick that flower. The deeper I went, the more beautiful the flowers were and I didnât notice until the sun began to set. Thatâs when the goblins attacked me and I ran.â You recounted.
Deku couldnât help but laugh. Honestly you were so adorably naĂŻve! Youâd pranced into a forest known to be filled with dangerous monsters to pick flowers. You blushed furiously and pouted at him but that only caused Deku to laugh more. As your face reddened with childish anger and embarrassment, Deku ceased his laughter and apologized to you, an apology you barely accepted. Your stomach growled with hunger and you became flustered once again. Deku smiled gently and offered you to join him for lunch. An offer you eagerly accepted. You made your way to the dining hall of the inn, a warm and jovial place, filled with the scent of warm food and booze.
âHey, so the kid finally woke up, huh.â Spoke a gruff voice which caused you to squeak.
âKacchan! Be more gentle,â Deku admonished.
Bakugo huffed before glancing at you. You really were small and weak. Why you would ever go into that forsaken forest was beyond him. Well it didnât really matter because he was just going to drop you off at the orphanage here. Nursing his ale, Bakugo watched Deku fuss over you. Honestly, what did he think he was doing? Deku had tried to convince him to take you with them, but Bakugo couldnât do that. You were to fragile to travel alongside them, you would only be a hindrance. That was something Deku couldnât- or refused to see.
However that plan came to a halt when the orphanage told him that they simply just didnât have the room or the funds to take in another child. Frustrated, Bakugo was told that they next town over had a good orphanage. Bakugo groaned while a wide grin enveloped Dekuâs face, you were going to stay with them for a little while longer it seems. You were excited of course. I mean they were adventurers! You were practically going on a quest. Bakugo shut that dream down quickly, letting out too many some ground rules. You became crestfallen until Deku distracted you with some basic alchemical creations. Deku glared at his partner but Bakugo remained unmoved. They would drop you off at the next town over and be done with you.
But alas, fate didnât seem to share the same idea. As you traveled with them, you grew on them, more specifically Bakugo. You were just so happy and energetic. Your smile put the sun to shame, it was that bright. You truly fit in to the little family that Bakugo had made with Deku, but it was finally complete. Bakugo was raised with the barbarian traditions. Barbarians treasure their children, never abandoning them. So with Deku so insistent, and in accordance with barbarian traditions, he couldnât leave you at the orphanage. Once you all arrived at the town, you and Deku didnât part tearfully. Instead, Bakugo told you both that you were just here to pick up supplies, leaving you and Deku overjoyed.
Youâve travelled with them ever since. Youâve learned everything they could teach you, and even taught yourself some skills. Bakugo and Deku have watched you grow and they couldnât be prouder. Recently, youâve all stopped at a quant village. More notable than anything else in the village, is the charming farmhand that resides there. The adorable freckles dotting their face and their playful smile that makes your heart flutter. At first, it was passing glances which evolved into fleeting touches. But soon it became a relationship, one that you were keeping secret.
Now, Bakugo and Deku arenât idiots, they can tell something is off with you. And when they find out about your relationship, Bakugo is livid. He wants to end the farmhands miserable life right then and there. Deku, on the other hand, knows how heartbroken youâd be if they ripped you two apart. Your heart may have to be broken, but who says it has to be them who break it? With a little threatening and a few minor injuries, the farmhand finally understands that theyâre unworthy of you.
And when they finally do break up with you, youâre utterly devastated. When Deku and Bakugo find you sobbing, they immediately comfort you. Deku reassures you and asks you whatâs wrong. You tell them everything, apologizing for keeping it a secret. Deku hushes you, while Bakugo, in a low murmur, asks for a name.
Donât worry, theyâll always be there for you. Always.
Yandere Platonic Sukuna
tw: Yandere Themes, Overprotectiveness, Attempted Murder, Massacre, Concubines/Harems, Poison, Mentions of Killings, Torture, Child Murder, Child Neglect
â˘Sukuna is definitely one of the most unexpected platonic yanderes. I mean whoâd expect the might âKing of Cursesâ to have an attachment to another being? Well, the sorcerers didnât and thatâs for sure. Sukuna was human before he was defeated. He wined, dined, and lusted to his hearts content.
â˘It wasnât a surprise when Sukuna found out he sired offspring, afterall with all the woman he had slept with there was bound to be some. Originally, when he discovered your existence, Sukuna planned to kill you. He didnât want any children, even if he didnât have to raise them. Your mother was wise. She fled from her life as one of Sukunaâs many concubines once she learned that she was pregnant. She knew what happened to the other women who bared Sukunaâs children.
â˘Your mother kept to herself, giving birth to you in a village then packing it up and moving along after just two weeks. She knew that if he found you, Sukuna would kill both of you. But no matter how cautious she was, even your mother grew careless as time passed. Around two years had passed and Sukuna still hadnât found you. So she settled down in a quaint farming village, raising you with the help of the kind village people.
â˘Unfortunately, your cursed energy grew extremely and it was detected by Uraume. They investigated the source, then reported back to Sukuna. So he set out on his way to âtake careâ of you and your mother. Your mother awoke to the sounds of screaming and crying with the smell of smoke wafting through the air. Heâd found you. She ran to get you but was interrupted by Sukuna barging through the door. He began to choke your mother as she struggled. Then you toddled out, having been wakened by the loud noise outside.
â˘Instead of screeching and sobbing out of fear like Sukuna expected you to after you saw him, you sleepily walked up towards Sukuna and motioned for him to pick you up. He dropped your now dead mother, who went motionless awhile ago, and held you up by your sleep kimino. He was fascinated by you. Why were you not scared? Sukuna inspected you, searching for a tell as to why you were unafraid. Perhaps itâs because of youâre unusually high cursed energy, Sukuna thought as he poked one of your chubby cheeks. That made you pout adorably, puffing your cheeks which caused your father to laugh. Maybe it was because you were his child, Sukuna mused playfully. You truly were entertaining. He could keep around for a little longer, couldnât he? You provided more amusement than any of the women in his harem did.
â˘Sukuna ended up taking you back with him. He ordered some maids to prepare a room and to take care of your basic necessities. Nobody understood what purpose Sukuna had for you. Some pitied you, some envied you, while others ignored you. Sukuna visited you almost every day, just to bother or tease you. He enjoyed your reactions and his visits became longer and more frequent. The maids continued to care for you to the best of their abilities. They saw that you were just a helpless child, an adorable one at that. However, the concubines of the harem grew jealous of you.
â˘The concubines yearned for the treatment you received. Many of them felt entitled to it and began to plot for your death so that any children they sired would receive the same treatment. So they snuck poison into your dinner with the help of a bribed maid. When Sukuna found your pitiful form he went ballistic. Carefully, he first healed you, then he slaughtered and tortured everyone in the harem and all the maids. All while cradling you in one of his arms.
â˘After that incident, Sukuna became hyper protective of you. He would have only Uraume care for you when necessary. Otherwise you would spend all your time with him. You grew up under Sukunaâs watchful eyes. Your childhood was a luxurious one, all your whims were quickly met. Sukuna absolutely doted on you, spoiling you to your hearts content. Eventually, you blossomed into a beautiful and kind young lady, all the more reason to keep you locked away from the world in Sukunaâs eyes. He would rather die than have someone take you from him.
â˘You never once complained though. You understood what a terrible place the world was, at least according to your father. You had everything you desired here. Besides, there was always Sukuna and Uruame to keep you company. But then came the day where your father was defeated and sealed away. You were utterly heartbroken. One particular sorcerer who helped defeat him, saw you and instead of exploiting your powers, he helped you. He gave you freedom. You fell in love with the sorcerer and married him, living a long happy life without your father.
â˘Eventually, when Yuji ate Sukunaâs finger and that whole mess got over with, all Sukuna could think about was you. Youâd gotten married, according to the smug white-haired annoyance, to one of the sorcerers who helped defeat him. Sukuna was livid. Perhaps he was a little irked at you for marrying that traitor but he mostly blamed that sorcerer. First he sealed Sukuna away, then he steal his precious child?! But youâd long passed alongside your husband, Sukuna grimaced.
â˘Sukunaâs mourning was cut short when Yujiâs elder sibling walker through the door. It was you, an exact replica. Sukuna watched in amazement. This person didnât just look like you, the sounded like you and acted like you. You had the exact same mannerisms, the same smile and laugh. Now, Sukuna doesnât believe in reincarnation, but right in front of him was living proof. Youâd been reincarnated, and you were the exact same as when he left you. Sukuna had another chance with you, and even though you didnât know it yet, heâd be damned if he let his child slip through his fingers a second time.
Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child
Yandere Platonic Douma
a/n: Iâm so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!
tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha
â˘You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. Thatâs when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didnât make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!
â˘Even though Douma canât feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- youâre such a tenacious little thing. Youâd grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, youâd be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!
â˘Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started ďżźto panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantlyâ who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.
â˘Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldnât though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotohaâs situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, heâs always been fond of children, so this isnât that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.
â˘Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new lifeâ not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, youâd never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had âlessonsâ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didnât really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.
â˘That day youâd woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldnât expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then âaskedâ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasnât actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldnât penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didnât. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.
â˘Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didnât want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldnât let you go, not now.
â˘Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didnât want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.
Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldnât remember how long youâd been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldnât rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.
You felt numb, for youâd been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.
Honestly, how could be so stupid? Youâd always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldnât stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You werenât going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldnât die. Youâd get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!
You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldnât turn back now, not when youâd made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of itâ a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.
âMy, my, (Y/N), youâve gone quite far, havenât you?â
You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you couldâve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you couldâve done, shouldâve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.
Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldnât hide the anger in his eyes. âCome along now (Y/N), itâs time to return home.â
You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he shouldâve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, youâd be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing heâs ever loved, the one person who made him feel.
âItâs alright (Y/N). Youâre forgiven, I wonât hurt you,â cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.
Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.
Who is your favorite character to write for?
tw: yandere themes, very brief references to sexual themes, potential spoilers(?)
As of now itâs Douma. Iâve written him as both a platonic and romantic yandere, which got deleted, and I absolutely love writing him. The funny thing is heâs my least favourite character in the KNY-verse. Like, I utterly despise him, all I feel for him is pure hatred.
The main difference I see between platonic and romantic yandere behaviour is that platonic yanderes is the lack of attraction and desire for you in general. They want the things that you give them such as love or loyalty, they want to protect that and protect you. But romantic yanderes want to have you, own you, inflict whatever that pleasures them onto you. So generally, romantic yanderes are more harsher than platonic. Most importantly, platonic yanderes donât want to break their darlings, they do not want them to become mindless creatures, and while there are romantic yanderes that donât wang this as well, they tend to let it happen more than
And thatâs where Douma comes in. Characters like Douma, that are emotionless, donât have that difference in their views. Their darling is the one who gave them emotions, so your basically an extension of what theyâre feeling. Although they do kind of differ the treatment.
For Douma the only difference is that there is no s***al gratification he gets from his treatment for a platonic darling, so it isnât really done for pleasure I guess. More-so for peace of mind when it comes to his treatment of you. It basically cements your dependency on him, in his mind.
Yandere Platonic Ryukyu with Quirkless Child Reader
a/n: for @k1ngm1nt
tw: yandere themes, child neglect, child abuse, reader is like seven, canon-typical quirk-based discrimination and mistreatment, bullying, social services, maybe a little ooc
â˘As long as youâve been alive youâve dreamed of being a hero. Youâd always play games of heroes and villains with your friends, pretending to have powerful quirks. But all of your dreams were shattered when you were told you were quirkless. You were devastated, as were your parents. They tried everything they could to âcureâ you of your supposed disease. Yet all your parents accomplished was furthering your newly found self-loathing. Eventually, as a year or two passed, your parents gave up, not only on trying to manifest your quirk but on you as well. You were miserable, living with neglectful parents and constantly being bullied about your quirklessness.
â˘However, you found solace in heroes, watching their courageous exploits. In particular, the dragoon hero, Ryukyu, also known as Ryuko Tatsuma. She was your absolute favourite hero, you thought her quirk was amazing. But you would never be like her, or any hero, whispered a cruel voice in your head every time you felt an ounce of joy, forgetting your plight. And every time, you would be reduced to tears that everyone would either make fun of you for or ignore you with disdain in their hearts. Your situation made you become a mature child, handling things on your own. You knew that everyone regarded you as a burden, but you wanted to prove them wrong.
â˘Then one day, while you were walking home by yourself, a villain attacked. People were scattering in all directions, pushing and shoving in their desperation to find safety. Nobody paid mind to you as you were trampled over, then shoved into the reach of the villain. The villain noticed you immediately, and grabbed you. Cackling madly, he gleefully said that youâd be the first to go. Tears welled up in your eyes, but then a large dragon-shaped creature emerged, Ryukyu! You gasped in amazement, forgetting your fear. The villain stupidly let you go, opting for a greater kill of a Pro-Hero. You watched excitedly as your favourite hero took down the villain. Immediately after she won, people clapped and cheered for their saviour. However, she didnât pay any attention to them, Ryukoâs mind was more occupied with the little child trembling.
â˘Ryuko made her way over to you, asking if you were okay. Still stunned silent, you nodded as a smile grew on your face. Ryuko felt her heartstrings being tugged. You were such a sweet and adorable child. Yet something felt off, not you but your situation. Where were your family? Usually someone related to a child would come running up, frantically searching for them. But nobody had come for you. Concerned, she inquired where your family was. Then, Ryuko saw your face fall as you explained that your mom and dad didnât like you anymore because you didnât have a quirk.
â˘Feeling her heart drop, Ryuko decided that she couldnât stand by idly as you suffered. She walked you home, shocking your parents when they saw the pro-hero at their door. Ryuko calmly greeted them, although rage was boiling inside her. Your parents made fools of themselves stammering and trying to act as though youâd been missing. Ryuko maintained a polite smile throughout their entire performance. When they finished, she bid you goodbye. A small sense of amusement and fondness formed in her chest seeing your wide grin as you waved bye. Immediately after your house was out of sight, Ryuko made a quick call to one of her contacts in social services. Relief swelled-up inside her after she was finished, you would be safe soon.
â˘However, Ryukoâs work wasnât done yet. She had to be sure youâd be alright until your parents were arrested. She came to pick you up after school, surprising both you and the kids that bullied you. They immediately ran up to her, starting to ask questions and squeal praises as your teacher tried to calm everyone. Ryuko shocked them further when she announced she was here for you. Gently, she outstretched your hand which you happily took. This started a routine of her dropping you off and picking you up from school. Your parents let her do as she pleased because they thought you were finally worth something now thatâd you made friends with the pro-hero. You loved spending time with your favourite hero, Ryuko allowed you to be informal with her and took you on fun outings like to an amusement park or restaurant. Sometimes there would be someone who asked questions about your parents, but Ryuko always took you out for a movie after so it was fine.
â˘Soon, a case was built against your parents and finally, it was the time to act. Your parents were arrested and charged, while you were thrown into confusion, sobbing for them. Ryuko pitied your sadness but this was for the better. Still, you would go into foster care which could be just as bad, of not worse. Ryuko couldnât condemn you to that, not after youâd been through. So, she decided to adopt you. She could do it quite easily as a high ranking pro-hero with a good reputation. And so it was done, you became her child. You were hesitant at first, but you quickly, and quite happily, accepted her as your new mother. The kids at school stopped picking on you and your teachers started behaving more formally. After all, you were the child of a pro-hero, Ryukoâs child and you would live a life filled with happiness, Ryuko swears it.
You write really well! I have a question thoughts on platonic yandere nighteye as your dad?
Thank you for the compliment! Iâm thrilled that you like my content and find it well-written.
As for yandad Nighteye, I think heâs definitely one of the more controlling yanderes in the BNHA-verse. He keeps tabs on you at all times, he has the resources to do so. Not to mention his quirk granting him the gift of foresight which he constantly uses on you. Even though he is strict, yandad Nighteye has a soft spot for you. Youâre his pride and joy. Pictures of you and your accomplishments, drawings, trophies, medals, ribbons, crudely made macaroni artâ you name it, ha hangs them up in his office, sweltering with pride when he looks at them. Nighteye also has quite a bit of money, so he does gift you expensive things often.
Included in the yandad Nighteye pack comes yandere grandpa or maybe uncle All Might. Either way, the symbol of peace adores you, constantly spoiling you with gifts and giving you piggyback rides to show his affection. Eventually, when they part ways, yandad Nighteye tries to block All Might from keeping contact with you, afraid for both him and how his destruction would devastate you. Try as he might, nothing will stand in All Mightâs way in terms of you.
Pride Month Special- How Yandere Parents React To You Coming Out
a/n: happy pride month everyone!
tw: coming out, implied/mentioned homophobia
Gojo- This giant absolute menace of a man I swear to god, you donât have to worry about him being supportive or anything like that, no. What you have to worry about is how over the top he goes. Manâs organizing parades, making banners, literally everything. It doesnât matter how many times you beg him to stop because heâs embarrassing you, youâre his baby and heâll be damned if he doesnât show his unconditional support and love. Heâs definitely telling everyone too, if youâre out that is, just wonât shut the hell up. Nanami cannot count the amount of times Gojo has gushed about you and how proud he is of you. Of course youâre dying of embarrassment in the corner, but heâs doing this all out of love for you.
Sukuna- Heâs definitely a little confused. Not in a bad way or anything, he just doesnât understand immediately. Youâll have to take the time to explain it to him but once he gets it heâll be so supportive, but more subtle about it. He wonât be throwing over the top parades or anything like that, but he will 500% find a way to mention in it in all his conversations. Like heâll be doing curse king shit or something and then one of his vassals will start talking about the most irrelevant topic in regards to your sexuality. But those that stop Sukuna from worming in how his precious child is queer and how amazing they are? Nope! Heâll talk about it for hours then make it seem like the vassal has committed some sort of deadly crime when they try to change the conversation back to the original topic. Itâs even better if he finds out with reader whoâs reincarnated into Yujiâs older sibling because theyâre in their twenties and have been out for a couple of years now, so itâs not a big thing and probably comes up in casual conversation. Sukunaâs gonna rupture poor Yujiâs eardrum because he yelled so loud. He was utterly shocked, he was fine with your identity, but how could you not tell him?? And your poor brother is gonna have to deal with all of Sukunaâs tantrums about you not telling him whenever you walk into the room. Eventually he mellows out though, heâll deal with your lie by omission once he has you in his grasp again.
Oberyn Martell + Ellaria Sand- Original bi disaster couple, no one can convince me otherwise. Anyways both are pretty chill with it, I mean they probably knew already, theyâre very supportive of course! Your siblings, the sand snakes, are too. Dorne is a very free and modern country in terms of opinions, not to mention youâre a child of a prince so you enjoy a lot more freedom to express yourself than others. And if someone does have a problem with, they best keep it to themselves or else theyâll have a furious red viper and his equally enraged sand snakes after them.
Levi Ackerman- Heâs quite mild about it, to be honest. Heâs not unsupportive, just quite about it. Not out of shame but just that heâs generally closed-off. Also, he believes that you should be able to share your identity based on your own terms. Heâs very happy that you felt comfortable enough to share it with him though. He definitely made you tea when you came out too. Of course if he hears anything about anyone having a problem with it, well letâs just say that you will be the least of their problems from then on.
Tengen + His Wives- Theyâre all so happy! Especially since you trusted them enough to tell them. Tengen definitely brags about his flamboyant kid and how spectacular they are. He buys you and himself a ton of pride shit, I donât care that demon slayer takes place in the Taishou period, this man will make custom pride merch, just for you. Suma cries as per usual, I headcanon all of them as queer but Suma is canonically bi! So, I imagine her crying tears of happiness and joy that youâre like her in a way and that she understands. Makio is aggressively supportive, like shove it down your throat kind of supportive but supportive nonetheless. Hinatsuru is pretty calm about it, she just wants you to know that she loves you unconditionally.
Muzan- Heâs kind of like Sukuna in a way, as in heâs confused. Unlike Sukuna he probably understands what it means heâs mostly confused on how he didnât know immediately. He is supportive though! And if his confusion hurts you, heâll immediately apologize. Youâre his sweet child, no matter how old you really are, so heâll support and love you regardless of anything. After heâs done apologizing and you forgive him, you can guilt him into doing pretty much anything for you, which you probably could do just with a hug and puppy dog eyes! If thereâs one thing Muzan wonât tolerate, itâs people slighting you, so you can guarantee that you wonât be receiving anything less than the highest praises from everyone.
Light Yagami + Misa Amane- Theyâre both completely supportive of you, though they show it in different ways. Misa is over the top enthusiastic about it. She starts doing LGBTQ+ campaigns, wearing pride merch, signing brand deals promoting it, basically everything and anything she can to prove she is the greatest ally in the entire world, all for you. Light is subtler in his approach. Heâs happy thar youâre happy and thatâs pretty much it. Heâll do little things to support you, such as boycott homophobic brands and celebrities, wear small pride pins and all that. Either way, they both support you unconditionally. And if anyone says anything to you, you can bet their getting the most painful and humiliating death possible.
Erasermic- Oh! Theyâve been expecting this forever! Aizawa has probably known since the start and subtlety let Hizashi in on it, who was extremely excited. They support you and make sure to reassure you about that every day. Theyâre like Light and Misa in the aspect that Aizawa is very calm regarding your identity while Hizashi supports you with over the top gestures. You know they love you though, and are grateful for them.