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oooh so did we divorce Bruce, or is this an infidelity type of situation?

a loving family, an unpalatable desire: first meeting (unofficial)

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a/n: a tad bit nsfw. if this sounds messy, spare me. i'm running on like 4 hours of sleep and the will of a thirsty man in front of an oasis. i told yall im going insane for this plotline. ofc a&a still has my heart but I also love to occasionally write for smth else in the sidelines. send in more asks yall hehe.

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definitely an infidelity type of situation, anon! you see, the affair was caused by all mere coincidence. you were to attend with bruce in one of lex luthor's extravagant show of a gala, hold his arm for a brief moment when you walk out of the limousine, only to be abandoned right in the middle of the enormous room.

of course, the right reaction was to be pissed, to badmouth the very man who decided to court and entertain others in front of you; but you chose to stay silent, biting back choked tears by stumbling over the buffet table, only to be met with stupid, overbearing paparazzi and journalists.

so when clark kent rushes in to save you from stuttering over the dozens of microphones and cameras shoved right in your face, granting them access to your pathetic sobs— it's only right that your first reaction was to lean against his body, dismissing the hushed, harsh gossips of journalists.

it was at a time where you're not aware of his identity of superman. well, bruce barely permits you to enter the batcave, only if you stubbornly pester alfred does he let you, only to kick you, his darling spouse right out the moment you step on the cold, hard floors of the lair.

so it's not... a bad thing, right? your husband had a child with another woman, raised him as his own, didn't even bother to notify you with his infidelity— so is it your fault if you slowly start to fall for a man who promises you the world? who actually has the ability to give you the world in the palm of your hands? whose kid lets you pamper him without any fight?

sure, he's coping with... the loss of his previous wife but you're such a perfect spouse, so undeniably attractive, captivating in the hearts of many. your distant eyes, the way you bite the inside of your cheeks, the way your body sways back and forth as if begging for someone, your husband, to provide you a pillar of support in the suffocating heat of paparazzi.

he could be that pillar, could be your support.

when he first came up to you, his intentions weren't to obtain gossip about the oh-so silent spouse of bruce wayne. he didn't even want to acknowledge your marital status, palms already taking your wrist just so he could lead you off to somewhere quieter.

"it's an interview," he whispers an excuse to your reddened ears. but the buzz of his breath, the warmth, the caged arm on your waist tells you it's more than that.

but you don't fight back, you'd rather be anywhere than be the spotlight of a media that eats you up, makes you doubt your marriage even more.

so you're grateful that someone came to your rescue.

this would be the first time you ever saw someone as a savior, and it's not superman, no. it's clark kent, your resident, widowed, journalist.

and for clark's case, you warm his bed better than anything else. you allow clark this sense of respite, a break from heroic activities. allow him to be human, just as he allows you to play your fantasies of being a house spouse; you're perfect for each other.

to hell with useless marriage papers that don't even give bruce a sense of obligation to act as your husband, right? what can it do, when you're absolutely smitten with the current life you're living?

the first stages of your infidelity with clark is confusing, but very much welcomed into your already hectic life.

firstly, you convince yourself, it was all mere 'emotional cheating'. you began texting clark, he does too. an occasional greeting in messages, a passing congratulation for something, then the next it was good morning messages, 'have you eaten breakfast yet?, 'how'd the appointment go?'.

you don't know when it started, when your feelings started, when you began an intimate to romantic relationship with the man— all you knew was that the moment he revealed his superhero identity was the moment he decided to bed you for the night, the moment you grant the man, now your partner, access to every part of your depraved body, made him make you beg for more, giving him all the time in the world to kiss your imperfections, to fondle sensitive parts long untouched, to leave lovebites deeper and darker than the ones you caught bruce with.

you can't help it, he's unknowingly handsome, especially when he invites you over to his ma and pa's farm the next day, pretending to not notice the way your eyes hungrily flit over his topless body, sweat and budding pecs encased in a muscled form. over the course of dinner, you kept biting your lips, warm cheeks at the implications that clark merely wanted to sit next to you just so he could handfeed you, something about him being prideful that you'd definitely enjoy this week's harvest... but his fingers circling your thighs just seems to get you brain all haywired.

yet you stay, and continue visiting for long hours either way, enjoying the man's attention.

you know it's wrong, he knows it's wrong. but the way his son, jon looks at you like you mean the world, the way he's slowly starting to heal the longer you stay over at his place makes clark want to... what's the word? ah, he wants to turn you into his loving trophy spouse. all you need to do is provide jon with all the support in the world.

as for bruce... well, him and his family can deal with your absence for the first few months. but when the lingering feeling of emptiness becomes too much, when bruce no longer feels the worried gazes, or when dick can't hear anymore laughter in one of the supposed 'barren' rooms, or when tim's security systems tracked a missing device, one now in a completely different city.

that's when they start to yearn for someone they purposely let go

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a loving family, an unpalatable desire

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a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.

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Amaris Van De La Rosa

(OC name but will be y/n Van De La Rosa in the fic)

Only daughter of Carmilla De La Rosa and Lucien Van (now deceased) she is the heiress of the Rosa Medtronic companies, the largest creator and distributor of medical equipment in the United States and Van Pharmaceuticals, the largest distributor of medicines in the country and especially in Gotham City, being the current CEO of the latter

She appears to be a young woman despite being over three hundred years old, with a charming appearance and an elegant but delicate way of acting; Amaris is an expert in body language and very skilled at reading the emotions of the humans around her; although, due to the fact that she is still a young Umbratra, she still fails to perfectly imitate human emotions, therefore she can be interpreted as if she had a cold attitude and was emotionally distant

Both her family and she have the mission of increasing the Umbratra influence over the lives of humans, being she responsible for ensuring that Gotham City is under the influence of her species, this is the reason why since "young" her family arranged a marriage with the son of Thomas and Martha Wayne.

Although the death of these last two somewhat altered the plans for Amaris, things still continued as planned, marrying a 14-year-old Bruce thanks to the arranged marriage that the boy felt the need to respect because it was his parents' last will and everything was going to continue as planned until

Bruce Wayne disappeared… to return as someone who did represent a real threat to her.

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hunting vampires: the Batfam x batmon reader fic

I'm going to draw my version of Umbratra batmon and make a little story so we all have a better context when I start my yandere batfam x reader fic (superman might appear to make a spin off)

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Let's talk about Umbratras Part 3/?

Continuing with the line of posts (part 1 and part 2 here) about this species until there is enough lore to start the Umbratra AU the yandere Batfamily x Umbratra reader (either batmom or batsis), in this part we will explain very briefly (because it is not that important actually) how the Umbratras came to Earth and other curiosities of this species and this time I will do this in questions and answers format, to add more variety

So how did the Umbratras end up on Earth?

Although they were already living on a planet that was about to self-destruct (remember, Tenebrae Prime was an extremely old planet) they had no way to escape from the planet and its impending end, (sure, they had magic, but not advanced knowledge of what to do with all that power and potential they had), they left their home planet thanks to "outside help"

Which basically means that a more technologically advanced alien species came to Tenebrae Prime and took the few resources left on the planet (the Umbratras were also considered resources); which means that this species was forcibly removed from its home planet by a superior alien species of conquistadors (but talking about them is a topic for another post)

These aliens initially tried to use the umbratras as food, but when they saw that they were more valuable as for labor than as food (the truth is that in the end they were not completely convinced by the "flavor") and thanks to the umbratras' ability to imitate, over the millennia, they made a name for themselves in the new alien society to which they belonged until they were finally seen as one of them instead of second-class citizens or slaves.

So over time the umbratras and the other alien species went and looked for other planets with resources either to conquer, colonize or control and that last thing is the reason why the umbratras are on Earth

Thanks to their mimicry abilities and high adaptability, they were tasked with patiently beginning to take control of planet Earth and its most intelligent species (humans) so the Umbratra throughout the history of humanity have infiltrated all circles of power all over the world to control humanity (insert any conspiracy theory here, just say an Umbratra did it and in this AU it might be true)

What do umbratras taste like?

Literally nothing, that's why it's not fun to eat them

Why are they called vampires?

That's the name that humans gave them, but they prefer the name that the Kryptonians gave them and that the other alien species later told them that was what they were called (they like Umbratra better because it sounds more mystical)

Why do they like the gothic style?

That was the fashion they imposed when they already had enough control over human tendencies, for them that is the coolest thing that exists (it is not a phase, it is a lifestyle)

Is it true that garlic is harmful to them?

No, but they don't like the smell of garlic and if possible they will try to get away from the source of the smell, even so they can eat food with garlic as long as they don't smell it

Can they eat human food?

Yes, although for pure umbratras human food has no nutritional value and they only eat it to keep up appearances, but in the case of umbratra-human hybrids, human food can feed them but does not increase their magical power

Are they afraid of crosses?

No, but it is something they invented and pretended they were afraid of in order to make humans feel that they had a way to defend themselves from them, the same with holy water or items

Why were they not reflected in mirrors?

This is a misunderstanding, in reality, umbratras are not reflected in silver, in ancient times mirrors were made of silver and it was for this reason that there was a time when it was easier to detect an umbratra/vampire, using mirrors

Why do they drink human blood?

Human blood is the closest thing, not to say that it is exactly the same as the liquid that the Sanguivium flowers produce and that was the main and only source of food for the Umbratras when they inhabited their home planet

Can they only transform into bats?

No, although this animal transformation is their signature transformation (it is literally the first animal transformation they used when they came to Earth) as long as they drink the blood or consume the animal they wish to transform into, they will take its form, although the color of the animal will coordinate with the hair color they have chosen for their human form

Why do they sleep in coffins?

At first, when they were adapting, they used cemeteries or caves as homes to go unnoticed, they would hide in coffins and pretend to be dead in their resting graves (also in cases where they needed to take naps for decades, they would pretend to die and be buried during their resting periods). In the end, it became something cultural for them and they continued doing it (plus it matched the gothic style they created and like so much)

Do they need oxygen or to breathe?

No, umbratras don't even have lungs and some of their hybrids don't need to breathe either, but they pretend to do so

I think that's all for now, see you in the next part or if you have more questions and curiosities I will make another post with this style to solve them

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Hi idk if you write for female yanderes If you do how would Yandere shanks work with Yandere boa who’s Yandere for the reader ? Would they work together or be at each other throats or would would they have a deal like you have them to Monday to Friday but I have them on the weekend 👀love to hear your thoughts (if this request makes you uncomfortable you can delete this no worries also the link for the rules aren’t working) 💗

Well, indirectly I have already answered this question, but hey, for one of my best followers I can always explain again using these posts Link and Link

Although it really all depends on the tastes and opinion of Shanks' Darling (i.e. you), if you are happy with him and do not want to share your captain (husband and father of your future 25 children), he will do whatever is necessary so that Boa Hancock does not interfere with their beautiful relationship to the point of implementing this plan [Third scenario: eradication of the Kujas] if necessary

If you are willing to share Shanks and you are also interested in women, we would be looking at this variable [Option one – Polyamorous relationship], although that will only happen if you convince Hancock (which you know will be very easy, especially if you have read this post of mine), with your words and Shanks' charisma you will all be in a happy relationship (with 50 children, 25 each woman)

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Hello!! Idk if you still making one punch man headcanons,but could you do speed-o sound sonic headcanons? 🙏🙏

Of course I still write for the OPM fandom, if it's on my masterlist it's because I write about it, honey, don't worry about that.

speed-o sound sonic Yandere Headcanons

This guy, like Flashy Flash (let's assume that he is a ninja crush thing, due to all the training put in since early childhood) has a taste for only strong women, so no civilian darlings for him either

But unlike his ninja partner who is a hero, his standards are even more ridiculous thanks to Saitama, since according to Sonic's logic, strength = beauty

So he doesn't really care how you look or what race you are (you can be a monster or an alien) he only cares that you are ridiculously strong… and have a high sense of fashion (he can't date someone who dresses badly, he has an image to maintain)

Also, the only way to get his attention (and arouse his obsession, mind you this is canon) is to simply kick his ass, that's it, that's all

After that event you will never be alone again because day and night, behind a tree, in the corners, hidden in your shadow or on the other side of the street, he will always be there, watching, stalking you without any shame (he is one of the most stalkers in OPM)

The type of yandere that he is is obsessive, possessive and sadistic (this can be interpreted from the side where he likes to scare you or see you cry to the other sexual side… where he also likes to see you cry)

He's also aware of how he feels about you, it's an obsession with the power you possess, his need to possess you, (and that he finds you hot, after all) but honestly he doesn't care, not out of selfishness (like Flashy Flash), but because he literally has no idea what a healthy relationship is and he doesn't care to find out

Honestly, his s/o is going to think that Sonic hates her or simply wants to be her rival, since the first few meetings (and a few months of the same routine) he'll look for a way to attack you to show how strong he's become (and he'll fail stupidly in the process)

Once he's better at interpreting his own emotions and feels more prepared to deepen the relationship to make it official, whether you want it or not (whether you're even aware of it or not), Sonic will change his dynamic from attacking you to kidnapping you (again failing epically in each attempt)

Sonic will invite you to train with him from time to time, for him they are dates and yes, it is your duty to go to each and every one of them

He spies on you when you shower and likes to put his special manly seed in your shampoo (he is marking you as his)

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Let's talk about Umbratras Part 2/?

This being the long-awaited second part (for those who love to have a lore to scrutinize) of this post, we will continue talking about this alien species

We previously discussed the planet of origin of the Umbratra species and how they were born (in short, they are a hybrid species that was born from the need of the other two dominant species of Tenebrae Prime to ensure their survival); now this is the continuation of the previous post

The Noctis Arcaiver may have been smart enough to find a solution to their birth problem, but not smart enough to discern that if they keep doing the same experiment, they will have the same result, which caused a massive amount of umbratras as they thought that maybe if they kept trying a Noctis Arcaiver would come out at any moment (which never happened,and that angered that species)

And even though this new species were sons and daughters of the Noctis Arcaiver, for not being of the same species, they were discarded and left to their fate both by their mothers who only wanted beings of their same species (because they are racist) and those of the same species as their fathers, the Abyssale Deinos despite the fact that they could be a little confused since the Umbratras could smell similar to them, they only recognized them as food, which left the poor hybrids out in the open having to learn to survive alone

But even with everything against them on such a hostile planet, the umbratras in their desire to survive, developed intelligence superior to that of their predecessors with each new generation of umbratras that were born, and learned to adapt through imitation of the other species of Tenebrae Prime

They fed on Sanguivium like their mothers and were as aggressive and wild as their fathers, this is how they managed to create a space for themselves on the planet (in addition to the fact that over time the other two dominant species became extinct because they could not reproduce and only Umbratras were born from the union between them) until finally becoming (after a few thousand years) the dominant species on the planet

These also have unique abilities of their hybrid species such as using their fangs not only to tear, but to suck the blood/liquids of other species and being able to transform into those ones they bit after having already fed on them (or just with a little blood and/or meat), remember, their greatest ability is imitation

Now you may be wondering, what does an Umbratra look like? Well, right here I will proceed to describe them both in their true form (the alien one) and their human form (the form they will use the most in the future when they arrive on Earth, which of course, I will explain in another post)

Its alien form appears to be an elegant looking creature with two large, bulbous, glass-like eyes with their glassy surface offering a clear view of its surroundings, plus three other smaller eyes on its forehead, all five of these eyes have black sclera and red pupils (Umbratras with more magical affinity have more than one pupil in their larger eyes)

Their skin is so dark that you can basically say that it is darkness itself (if darkness could count as a color), their neck is long and can be lengthened a little more at will, they have a smooth, featureless body and no visible genitals (in fact, they don't have genitals), they also have two pairs of large, arms with four fingers each, giving them a somewhat spider-like appearance, this species does not have bones but its body imitates the shape of a creature that does have them

As a paternal legacy, they have tentacles growing from their head, which can function as long, thin fingers, with a soft but firm texture these tentacles can move and stretch freely, as if they were made of a living and malleable material, the ends of the tentacles are pointed, with the ability to move or bend around objects in the environment, allowing the Umbratra to use them as extra arms to collect things or defend themselves

Their legs are long and slender, with thin calves that taper to thin ankles. Their legs appear strong and powerful, their feet are a bit odd, with sharp, pointed toes and a great deal of mobility, allowing the Umbratra to walk in a variety of ways (either running like vipeds or using all six of their limbs) and moving quickly across a variety of surfaces (yes, they can easily walk on ceilings or walls like spider people)

The Umbratras also have three tongues, all of them with retractable needles (because most of the time they are hidden inside the tongues) through which they inject poison to paralyze their prey, these are purple and their saliva has healing properties to a certain extent ( they can heal minor things like scratches or small wounds by licking)

As for their human appearance, that is more variable (they will imitate the features of the humans around them to camouflage themselves among them), of course, always taking into account the standard of beauty that is at the moment (until they, over time, managed to impose their standard of beauty on humans), after all, the Umbratras became highly vain creatures (this because they learned that humans are more willing to obey, trust, forgive, listen, follow, among other things, beings that they consider beautiful) below I leave you an example of how they look (there, for free, a drawing of the Umbratras in their two versions)

(If you have any comments or questions, you are welcome to send me a message or ask me through the requests, I will be happy to answer, until the next informative post)

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This is the real reason I wanted to make my own AU with bat mom and bat sis.

This is my favorite fic of batman.

No Prince Charming

(Batfam x Mom!Reader)

Anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like your work.

I saw that you have an open request, so I want to share an idea that has been sitting in my head for a long time.

Reader married Bruce for convenience. (In my head, the reader is a woman, but I'll leave it to your taste) The wedding takes place shortly before the appearance of the first Robin. Bruce and reader have a cold relationship. Reader comes from the wealthy population of Gotham. Therefore, reader is well educated and intelligent. So after a while, when Dick already appears, reader understands what her husband does at night. But reading doesn't say anything about it or hint at it. The reader doesn't want to get involved in any of this, it scares her. And although the reader is planning a divorce, she takes care of all the members of her new family. And although she is neglected in the family, the reader becomes a parental figure for children. But the children won't admit it. When Damian appears, the reader doesn't say a word to Bruce. But Damian treats reader very badly. And that becomes the trigger. The reader slips Bruce the divorce papers.(not to mention that they are getting divorced, since Bruce is likely to protest) and when Bruce signs them, he leaves the estate, leaving the divorce papers and the wedding ring on the bed when no one notices. And only then does the family realize what they have done with their neglect of reader. Their yandere trait is waking up in them and now they need to somehow find their reader.

Sorry if it's too much.

And I apologize for the English, I am writing with a translator

❤

Warning: Non-consensual drugging, not descriptive sex. It's just mentioned, no details. Hinted at Dick's trauma with his sidekick.

It was a marriage of convenience. That's all it was. Bruce Wayne knew Y/N L/N since childhood, and while they weren’t close, Y/N was the only one who never treated him any differently after his parents were murdered. Maybe it's because her own father was murdered, and she understood that sometimes the greatest support was to act like nothing changed. 

Fast forward to young adults, Bruce Wayne was now Brucie in public, and Y/N was the unstoppable woman leading her own company by the reins. Bruce had come to her with an offer, one that had her brows raised and painted lips smirking. For Bruce Wayne, this will help solidify his position as someone who was not Batman, and for Y/N it would finally silence the hecklers that gnawed at her heels and bit into her shoulders. 

A frigid marriage, filled with cold greetings, Brucie still entertaining women, Y/N still controlling her company with painted lips, and rumors surrounding them. Despite the coldness, Y/N knew a lie when she saw one. She knows a front when she comes face to face with one, and it is why when she saw Batman in the hallways of Wayne manor, staring at her in shock and apprehension, she rolled her eyes and continued to sip her wine as she made her way back to her office. 

“Please don’t stain the carpet. Alfred just shampooed them.” They never brought it up again. Bruce was no Prince Charming, despite the front he put on for strangers. There were no whispered promises, no flowers, no gifts, nothing but ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes.’ 

Then, along came Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson. A child who had blinked up at her with large blue eyes, and Y/N could feel her heart crumble. She had welcomed him with open arms and smiles. She had welcomed all of the Robins in. Her manicured nails getting shorter each time, so she doesn’t have to fear hurting one of them, and her smiles became softer. Y/N had never tried to replace any of their mother’s, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like one. 

But it was Bruce they had a closer bond with. Which is why they started following his behavior towards her. Clipped words and rolling of eyes were common, as were the cold shoulders and tense silences. 

“You’re not my mom! So stop asking how school was!” Y/N stared at Jason in shock and curiosity about where that outburst had come from. Alfred was the only one to say anything. A stern, “Master Jason,” and a look that had even Bruce cowering had the young boy apologizing. Y/N ignored the way her heart slowly broke, as the quirky child full of smiles, sass, and who loved classics, turned his back on her. 

As if she wasn’t the one to introduce those books to him. 

Y/N doesn’t blame them for their cold behavior towards her. She doesn’t blame Dick’s disregard, Jason’s hurtful words, Tim’s cynical looks, Steph’s taunts, and Damian’s heated actions.  

Y/N had cried at Jason’s funeral, she helped Bruce fight for custody for Tim, she had consoled Dick after some of his own traumatic experiences, and she sat there and listened as Damian compared her and Talia. Talia, of all people. She had met the woman once, and Y/N had nodded at her. Y/N never judged Bruce for sleeping with the woman. Hell, Y/N would have too.  Y/N can recall the day Damian came to their manor, and the short look Dick had given her when she and the child made eye contact. 

Y/N doesn’t know if it was a look of concern or mockery, but she knows he did look. 

She was there for Richard when his trauma with his sidekick happened. He may have never told her, but Y/N is a woman. A woman who has known people that have suffered the same way Dick has. That are still suffering like he is. 

“I’m sorry Richard.” 

“What do you even know?! You know nothing! Absolutely nothing so just butt out!” Dick glared at her with blue eyes that had put the arctic water to shame. Y/N stood there and took it all. She stood proudly with her shoulders back and chin up. 

In public, she was a stoic mother keeping the children in check while Bruce goofed off. She was the woman who failed her children, because she chose to continue running her business. Her very, very, very successful business. A business that had taken her and her mother from the bottom of High Society, to the top 10%. A series of great investments, smart marketing, and pretty words have lined her pockets with money that she could easily retire on. 

Yet, all that money couldn’t save her mother. The woman died of a heart attack, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing Y/N could do besides bury her mother. 

“Bruce please.” 

“I am busy.” 

“I know but Bruce, this is my–” 

“Ask Alfred.” He had turned his back and Y/N was stuck staring at the retreating man with a new feeling of heartbreak. The tabloids ate up that she was alone at her mother’s funeral. A private event that no one was allowed into besides close family and friends. 

When she came back, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped, Damian had picked the time to make his disdain known again, “–and my mother would have never let herself go like that. You look horrid, unbefitting of a Wayne. A disgrace.” 

Blank E/C eyes stared into raging green and she sighed, “Thanks, Damian.” She spared him no glance after that, and she walked towards her bedroom to take a hot shower. It was there, under the hot spray of water that she finally cried. She cried for the last part of family she had, and the years she lost from marrying a man who didn’t even like her enough to attend a godforsaken fucking funeral. She cried for the children she couldn’t even call her own. 

She cried for the life she missed by marrying Bruce fucking Wayne. 

“Honey, are you happy?” 

“Of course Mama.” 

“You never could lie to me sweetie.” Her mother kissed her forehead and looked into E/C eyes with nothing but love, “You’ve worked so hard, sweetie.” That acknowledgement alone had her almost in tears, “But please start working for yourself now.” 

Taking a deep breath, Y/N hopped out of the shower and called her lawyer. Divorce papers were in her hands within 24 hours, and her bags packed in 3. 

She stood next to Bruce, ignoring the scowl on his face as she ‘disrupted’ his work. Y/N kept her face neutral, because if she smiled it would give it all away, and handed him the page he needed to sign. 

For a billionaire and for a vigilante, he sure didn’t read the damn paper. Which is fine. Great even, because now, after being here for over a decade, Y/N is free. She laughed in her room, laughing so hard that it almost tore her throat. Leaving a copy of it on Bruce’s bed once he was gone, she grabbed her suitcase and accidentally ran into Alfred on her way out the door. 

The old man took a look at her clothes, her bags, and her expression before sighing, “Shall I drive you for the last time, Lady Y/N?” Y/N smiled, bitterly at the thought of leaving Alfred, her only solace in this cold mansion. 

“To the airport, please.” The ride was silent, and Y/N didn’t look back as they left the gates of the mansion. It wasn’t until they were halfway there that Y/N spoke up, “My lawyer will call in a few days, just to hash out the details.” 

“Is that so?” 

“There’s nothing I want. No assets, no money, nothing will be taken, I just want a divorce.” She just wants the law to recognize that she is not a Wayne. That she will never be a Wayne. 

“Lady Y/N, perhaps a check for compensation for the emotional strain would be nice?” Y/N laughed, bitterly and sad, “I don’t want his money. I want nothing to do with him anymore.” 

“And the kids?” 

“They don’t need me. They never did. I doubt they will even notice.” Gotham International Airport wasn’t crowded, and that may be because it was 1pm on a Tuesday. Alfred helped her with her bags, and the old man stared at the woman before him. He remembers meeting her for the first time, a confident young woman who had a way with words and was unfairly intelligent. Matching wits and able to speak confidently in a room of people who thought little of her. 

It's good to see some of that coming back. 

Y/N hugged Alfred, “Thank you, Alfred. For everything.” The older man sighed and watched as the woman took her bags and walked away. Not once did she look back and Alfred decided to stay until her form disappeared in the building. He sighed heavily and when got back in the car, he dialed a number he knew by heart. It only took three rings before the voice of the man he raised answered, “Alfred, is everything okay?” 

“Master Bruce, I fear you may have lost something precious, and I do hope you, and the young masters, have a plan to make this up to them.” He hung up afterwards as he merged into traffic, and he hoped his message finally hit something within his son’s dense skull. 

When he returned back to the manor, he began the preparation for making dinner. All was silent throughout the manor, until the door opened and the rush of the footsteps began marching towards him. 

“Master Richard, I urge you to not run.” 

“Bruce told me there was an emergency and to hurry to the manor?” Alfred sighed, “While it is an emergency, it is not one you can fix on your own.” No, this was something for Bruce to fix seeing tha all the problems stemmed from him. 

Dick raised a brow, “What kind of emergency is it?” Alfred pursed her lips, “Miss Y/N Wayne is now Miss Y/N L/N once more.” He turned to look the man he has considered his grandson in the eyes, and he could see the revelation sink in. 

“Y/N divorced Bruce?” Alfred nodded, “The papers have been signed.” 

“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Alfred raised a brow, “They are signed and waiting for him to read.” Dick slowly walked out of the kitchen, “Is she still here?” Alfred turned back to the food and Dick began speed walking towards Y/N’s room. As a child it never occurred to him why they would they never slept together, but as he got older he understood. 

He knocked on her doors, calling her name like he used to as a kid. 

Dick had always understood that Bruce’s and Y/N’s relationship was not one of a couple in love. He also understood that Y/N’s treatment in the manor by the residents of the manor was unfair. Whenever he could, he would correct Damian’s harsh words, but even he himself couldn’t fully bring himself to be all that kind to her. 

He tried. He desperately tried, because he saw all that she did for them behind the scenes. He saw the mistreatment and judging looks others would give her as her ‘husband’ was out fooling around. 

Dick saw the blank look she had given Damian after her mother’s funeral. The one none of them had gone too. 

“What do you mean you didn’t go?” His voice panicked as he talked to Tim, “I didn’t go. I was under the assumption someone else would go.” 

Y/N could have been Gotham’s biggest bitch, but not even then would she have deserved that. What made it worse was that Y/N was not a bitch. She wasn’t cruel, or unkind. She was as much of a philanthropist as Bruce was. Always aiding those whose needed it and desperately trying to make Gotham a better place. 

Dick opened her doors and was greeted with an empty room. Gone were the picture frames, and the closet was empty along with the bathroom. Her prized jewlery, the things she took care of almost obsessively, all of it was gone. 

He could remember beng 9 and sitting next to her as she cleaned one of her sapphire earrings. Thin fingers with long nail held the earring next to him, a scrutinizing look on her face before she would break out into a grin, “As I thought, nothing could ever compare to our Dickie’s sapphire eyes.”

“Holy shit.” 

“What’s going on- why is Y/N’s room empty?” Tim looked throughout the room, and Dick could see the wonder across his younger brother’s face. Right, between all of them, Tim and Y/N had the least amount of time spent together. 

Dick stared at his brother as the image of Y/N smiling at a string of pearls entered his mind. She had explained to him when he asked that pearls, while feminine, also symbolized new beginnings. She had gotten it when Tim’s custody was signed over to the Waynes. 

“She’s gone.” Tim met Dick’s eyes, “Like… taking a vacation gone?” Dick gave a humorless chuckle, “She divorced Bruce, Tim. Y/N is gone.” This must have been what Alfred saw when he broke the news to Dick. The confusion and then realization coming to light in those blue eyes. 

“Bruce would never sign those papers.” Dick had said the same thing, and yet here she was. Gone. As if to emphasize his point, Dick made an exaggerated expression and motioned to the empty room. 

Tim looked around and he could feel a headache forming, “Bruce is gonna be pissed.” Dick groaned, “Fuck Bruce for a second, the only stable-mentally healthy-adult figure that isn’t Alfred is gone, Tim.” The boy didn’t look all that bothered, “Well, if she’s happier then I don’t mind.” 

Of course he doesn’t mind. Why? Because this little stalker most likely knows where she’s going. Tim did a good job hiding it, but Dick was raised by Bruce. He is trained to spot the mciroexpressions of people, and even if they are his own siblings. 

Tim is panicking. The very thought of Y/N leaving had not once occurred to them, and for Tim who loves planning, this was not once ever in the plans. 

Not once. Y/N had been a staple within the manor, and to imagine her not being here was rough. Evenw hen she left for business trips, it was fine because they all knew she was coming back. SHe would come back with souvenirs, handing each of them something that reminhded her of them, before running upstairs to get out of the family’s judgemental line of sight. 

“Fucking hell.” 

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Bruce entered the condo with ease. His steps light as he walked through the dark room, noting the all the furniture. There was no Y/N in the living room or kitchen, but when he looked out the balcony door, he could see her back. She was leaning against the edge of the infinity pool, without doubt a hot tub of some sorts because it was too cold to be swimming in a regular pool. 

She didn’t even turn around to look at him, her attention focused on the view of the snowy mountains and raging seas in front of her. Bruce could see the wine bottle left on the side of the pool and the glass that looked like it was finished only a short while ago. When she did turn around, E/C reflected the stars and dimly lit light around the pool, making them shine and sparkle like they were the galaxy.

Bruce isn’t blind. He knows Y/N is an attractive woman who had many people lusting after her even when they were married. Talia even made a note of it, “You should see if she wants to join next time.” He should have known that his clipped response was a sign. 

It was all there, and yet he did everything within his power to ensure that he would not fall in love with her. Falling in love has always been out of the question, and when Y/N came into his life, Bruce made it his mission to do just that. The woman before him had never complained, and she never seemed to fault him for it, but he could tell there was resentment. If he couldn’t have allowed himself to fall in love with her, he could have at least offered her friendship. One that made life more bearable for the both of them, and set a good example for the kids. 

“What are you doing, Bruce?” She didn’t seem shocked that he was here, let alone in her vacation condo. Bruce took off his shirt and pants, stripping down to his boxers before joining her in the hot tub. He had grabbed two glasses of wine before doing so, handing her one and taking a sip from the other. 

 “Is it wrong of me to want to join my wife on her vacation?” 

“Ex-wife. The documents are signed, and besides this is a girl trip.” Bruce re-read those documents and kicked his foot for not fucking reading them when he first signed them. He should have known she was up to something. 

“Y/N, come back to the manor.” He stared into E/C eyes as she took another sip of the wine. Bruce had come with a speech prepared, ready to convince her to come back with him, but it was all lost as he stared and observed the woman in front of him drink delicately from the glass. Y/N L/N has always been a woman of class, even when she was near the bottom of high society. It wasn’t her good looks that landed her in the top 10, possibly even top 5%, and like every classy woman, she was only allowed to regret a few things. Their marriage is one, but leaving is not even an option on the list of things she wants to regret but can’t. 

He knows this. She knows this. 

And yet, Bruce could only focus on how beautiful she looks, and how beautiful she would look sprawled on the silk bed sheets. Y/N has aged like fine wine, looking even more beautifully and worth more and more with each passing year. Aging gracefully and beautifully as the years passed and still catching the attention of others. 

It's a shame his younger self was more into whiskey than wine. 

He wonders how different their relationship would be if he had gotten to know her before and during the early years of their marriage. Without a doubt it would be easier to talk to her. Easier to convince her to come back to a manor that now misses her.

“And why should I?” It’d be easier to answer her with a compelling reason, one that would have her actually debating on whether or not to come back. Bruce reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and he’s shocked that she even let him do that. She didn’t flinch, nor did she lean into his touch. Y/N stood still as he moved the H/C lock behind her ears. 

“The manor misses you.” He’s never heard her laugh the way she did in that moment. Throwing her head back and exposing unblemished skin to the night air as she laughed, and continued to laugh. Her shoulders shaking from the force and slightly distilling the wine. 

Once she was done, her cheeks were red from the laughter and she was gasping for breath, “Yeah, okay. So Alfred misses me, I’ll make sure to give him a call then.” She turned her back to Bruce and began walking towards the edge of the pool. 

“The boys, girls, and I do too.” Chateau Petra was on his lips and the feeling of cold wine hitting his face and upper chest had him closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, Y/N’s wine glass was empty and on her face was a hard expression. Cold E/C eyes glaring into his as she pulled herself out of the pool, and grabbed the rest of the wine bottle. 

“Sleep on the couch. You’re going home tomorrow.” Her steps quiet as she stalked into her home and she headed for the bathroom. Bruce sighed, and stared at the night sky with a new look in his eyes, ‘Desperate times call for desperate measures.’ He would like to believe that he is above this. He wants to believe that this was the worst case scenario happening and therefore this needs to happen. 

Has to. The very thought of Y/N being away caused an itch to form under his skin and a burning fire in his chest. A fire he never knew blazed in him until it went out. Now, more aware and protective of it, Bruce found himself craving the warmth in ways that had his mouth foaming and muscles tensing. He looked down at the water and saw the red wine diluting and sprawling throughout the pool water, looking like blood for only a second. 

A smile curled on his lips and he pulled himself out of the pool water, drying himself off before making his way into the shower with his ‘ex-wife.’ They may have never been lovers, but they were two adults living under the same roof. 

So, of course they have had sex. 

Hate sex is the best and worst sex. It is the best because Bruce can go as hard as he wants to and Y/N will love it. It is the worse because hate sex is all Y/N will see this as. Y/N will only see it has hate sex and not for the love Bruce feels for her. She won’t feel it in the way he caresses her skin or in the way he leaves his bite marks on her thighs. All Y/N will see this as, is hate sex. 

Which is fine. If hate sex is what Y/N needs to see this as to work then Bruce will take it. He has time. He has plenty of time to show her how much he cares and loves her. Those divorce papers will be long gone, every single one of those copies non-existent. He loves her. He loves her in the way a cactus loves the sun, or how the stars love the moon. 

Bruce was so enamored by her, that he couldn’t help but to fall deeper. Her soft hands, that have never broken a bone but have broken many hearts, cradling scarred shoulders and sharp cheeks. She didn’t flinch when his own rough hands gripped her’s, bruising and secure, and she didn’t flinch when intense blue eyes met hers. In fact, she smiled, like this was all a joke he was the butt of it. 

It pissed him off that even she could have secrets and inside jokes that he doesn’t know about. As she laid there, her eyes now closed and body relaxed, Bruce pulled out a syringe filled with something that will keep her asleep. Only for a few days. Barbara is already working on getting rid of the divorce papers and the kids were preparing for her return. 

Bruce kissed her forehead, smiling down at his Sleeping Beauty. If need be, the manor will be her castle and the kids her vines covered in thorns. Bruce, in all his daunting and terrifying glory shall be the dragon, keeping her locked within her castle because nowhere was safer than the castle. Only she could keep him calm, and only she could make him feel human. 

Batman was never Prince Charming.

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Ao3 version that lets you open the 'director's cut' where I, the author, explain every detail in excruciating detail to you and what it is in reference to.

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Love the yandere! Batman and neglected! Reader trope cause I go FERAL for that plot in the manwhas I read.

ITS JUST SO GOOD.

The hurt? The angst? The tragedy of a young child not understanding why the family that is meant to love them overlooks them and thinking they just have to try harder. Surely they are just not doing something right enough. Only for that child’s patience, and longing to finally break into indifference as they find connections and bonds with others who truly care for them.

But slap in that yandere and it’s got a horror feel instead of a good-feel-found-family situation.

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Let's talk about Umbratras Part 1/?

All this is a reference to this post where I published this idea in case anyone was interested in knowing, and seeing the positive responses from people, well here we go.

In this post I will leave the basic information (that I have invented) about the umbratra species (basically the alien version of vampires) so that when I name them in future stories or requests we are all on the same page and no one gets lost wondering what is an umbratra? Ok? With that clarification in place, let's begin

Tenebrae Prime, the planet that does not know the light

We begin by talking about a planet located in the most remote parts of a dark galaxy that humanity has not discovered, which is why it has no name in human language. The only ones who more or less had knowledge of this place were those from the planet Krypton, who in a stroke of overwhelming originality they called it that place the dark zone, (honestly, I wouldn't complicate my life by giving names, there, I'm with the Kryptonians, good job Kryptonians), they were doing research to explore this mysterious galaxy before its inevitable destruction, (at least they managed to give the planet a cool name before they died, again, good job Kryptonians)

In this galaxy where the stars never became so big or bright to be considered suns like the sun that illuminates our planet, so at most there were only red suns and their light did not reach the planet we are going to talk about, which is the one the Kryptonians named Tenebrae Prime, the only planet with signs of life in that entire dark galaxy; but it is a very old world reaching its moment of extinction, where it is mostly jungle and mountains, where instead of technology there is magic, in this place two dominant species inhabit

One of these species were baptized as the Abyssale Deinos, enormous monsters consisting of a large mouth with rows and rows of sharp teeth, beings that were a type of black rubbery mass, (let's say they were a physical manifestation of darkness itself), with tentacles, of reduced intelligence, almost primitive that act under instinct, these ferocious beasts feed on all other species that inhabit the planet and can even eat each other, after all, only the strongest among them survive, this species was mostly male since the females being a little weaker were eaten first, the few survivors were raped for reproductive purposes and usually died giving birth to several litters where most were born males (because they ate their sisters at birth)

The other species was called Noctis Arcaiver, these individuals unlike the previous ones, had more intelligence so much so that they developed magical abilities, they were harmonious and beautiful beings (by the standards of Tenebrae Prime that honestly were not very high those standards, at least the Kryptonians found them somewhat pretty), extremely connected to the nature of the planet, since they depended on it to feed themselves, especially on certain trees from which the Sanguivium flourished, some flowers that stored the precious red liquid from which the Noctis had as their main source of food, this species was mostly female since they were a species that reproduces through magic and the females were more receptive to absorbing enough magic to be born, but the most notable thing about this species was their way of speaking (it was basically like listening to flutes) their voices were melodious and their songs very enchanting

These two species at some point began to relate and (because previously each species was on its side of the planet) when they saw themselves in imminent extinction since there were no beings of the opposite sex in each species to continue reproduction (that is, all the females of the Abyssale Deinos had already died or were devoured and no more males of the Noctis Arcaiver were born)

Basically the Noctis Arcaiver hypnotized the other species using their melodious voice to basically kill them and absorb their life energy to transform it into magic and thus give birth (to make it clear right here from now because I don't know when I will explain this in depth, in Tenebrae Prime, morality does not exist, neither do the concepts of rape and those things that we see as bad okay?, is it clear? Okay, let's continue)

But oh, surprise surprise, from that encounter no more Noctis Arcaiver were born but a new species, those who would later be called Umbratra.

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The desire to insert myself with this man is strong, very strong, he could be my malewife

Jealous Pretty Boyfriend Part 2

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Hiii !! can you write some generals yandere headcanons about flashy flash from one punch man please ? Nsfw or sfw or a mix of both it doesn't bother me ^^ Off course take your time you have the right to refuse the request, good health to you ^^*

I love ninjas and I really like One Punch Man (my favorites are Saitama, Sonic, Amai Mask, Flashy Flash and Zombieman), so much so that I have an OC for this series (which I'm still looking for a good name for her)

This request was definitely made for me

Flashy Flash Yandere Headcanons

Ok, as I mentioned before, I like ninjas and I like Flashy Flash, but let's be honest, his personality isn't the best, in fact, it sucks

This guy doesn't even consider people weaker than him, he doesn't pay attention to them and basically acts like they're stones in his way, he's proud, arrogant and borders on rude

So sorry to all the civilian darlings, this ninja won't even notice you beyond saving you and leaving you in a safe place

So at the very least, to get his attention you have to be an A-class heroine in the highest ranks (top 3) or be an S-class heroine like him, and even then it takes more than just power to get his full attention, with power you get his interest, but if it were only that he would have noticed Tatsumaki in a more romantic and not challenging way

This ninja's level of narcissism can rival Amai Mask, so in addition to being a strong heroine you must be very pretty, to the level of beauty that as soon as you appear in a room all eyes turn to you

Basically you have to be a mix of supermodel and strength equal to or greater than him, oh and you must also be incredibly fast because he doesn't wait for anyone

Having already specified how to get his attention, we are going to go to the behavior as a yandere, he is aware that his feelings are not normal, due to his upbringing as a ninja (where they were taught to suppress all emotion and become perfect weapons), but on the other hand, he feels that he has suffered enough and he also deserves to be happy and have a relationship (because first him, second him, third him)

His darling won't notice that he's interested in her thanks to his poker face and cold demeanor, she won't even notice that he's following her, because yes, he's a high-level stalker, when he wants to meet you to get closer to you he'll investigate your entire life and past so that there are no surprises for him

Also, it's a good way to know how to approach you and court you, even though he's terrible at it because he has zero experience in that field

When he finds out what city you live in, he'll patrol the area you live in so that both you (although it's not necessary since you're strong) and your home are safe from any monsters that decide to attack the city, consider it an act of love

Although he's a solo worker, you're a clear exception to the rule so whether you like it or not you'll work as a team with him (although he'll try to do everything just to keep you safe/impress you), basically you'll be there to cheer him on

At some point he would have considered kidnapping you if it weren't for the fact that you're strong and very famous, your disappearance would attract a lot of unwanted attention so he discarded the idea

He watches you at night when you sleep (when he has free time to do so of course), he knows by heart what your home looks like inside and sometimes he uses drugs to make sure you don't wake up so he can lay down next to you and on the nights when he feels extra naughty he can touch you inappropriately, he's a tits man so they'll get his most attention (size doesn't matter, boobs are boobs)

Even so, he'll wait for both of you to get into a relationship to initiate sexual relations (not because he's respectful or romantic but because he's a virgin with very little interaction with women and is just researching the female body)

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Anyone interested?

I've been watching a lot of DC animated movies lately (Justice League and especially Batman) as well as reading all the Batfam and Superfam yandere content I've been able to find on tumblr

and I've been thinking about making my own yandere AU with a Bat mom and Batsis, but the "original" detail is that they're both vampires, well, basically aliens that act like vampires (for the fact that they can reproduce it makes sense because they're not dead) and they have vampire weaknesses (weakness to the sun, dislike for garlic, not reflecting on silver, stuff like that)

later I'll go into more depth about this species that I've decided to call Umbratra

(if anyone is interested in this idea you can message me with your own ideas of what this AU could be) We already have part 1 (link), part 2 (link) and part 3 (link) of this idea, I think we can start with the AU and the requests

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welcome back ! Hope you’re doing ok !

would it be ok I request the bad ending for boa ; with the darling being to sold the celestial dragon (I’m curious to see what would happen 👀) please

Yandere reaction of s/o bought by a Celestial Dragon [THE BAD ENDING]

Thanks for the warm welcome!

Warning:

the following post contains graphic descriptions of abuse and violence of various kinds, as well as sexual abuse and/or mutilation among other horrible things, by reading this you are aware and take responsibility for any psychological damage that affects you, you are warned (so I don't want people complaining or little kids yelling on my blog, by the way, what the hell are you doing here?, go away! MDI)

Well, here we will continue with the same scenario from the previous post (link here, get used to spam because I love to make references to posts I've already made) where everyone will do a raid to save Hancock's beloved and end once and for all the tyranny of those celestial dragons

But before that happens, we have to go back a little in time to glimpse the miseries that have happened to s/o after being bought by a celestial dragon, since in this case luck is not on your side and everything bad that you think is going to happen happens

After being dragged to Mary Geoise against your will with a bomb chained to your neck to prevent you from escaping, the ordeal begins and believe me it will be an ode to the pain and misery that you will experience firsthand

If these people had no mercy on Koala when she was a young and innocent girl, much less will they have mercy on you, a grown and obviously attractive woman (you are Boa Hancock's lover, you can't be ugly, no matter how you look, if you caught the attention of the pirate empress, you will obviously catch the attention of these bastards)

Beatings will be your daily bread when they, men to be more specific, get bored, (believe me, it will be faster than you think), of admiring your beauty, and by admiring, you, me, even the neighbor know that they will rape all possible orifices to desecrate, or some celestial dragon women envy how you look better than them and will make sure that you can never be called a beauty again in the near future

You will be forced to do maid work while being sexually abused in full view of everyone for the sick amusement of these people, don't you dare bleed even if they are tearing you apart internally (because obviously they are going to choose much bigger partners than you so you can really feel it, but it's not your pleasure they are after, it's your pain, that's what get them off), bleeding means more torture and please don't forget to smile all the time, you have to be grateful to them for how well they are treating you.

When it is already noticeable that your body is no longer useful for their entertainment and you are no longer considered a beautiful woman (no one ends up pretty after constant beatings and mistreatment to which you have been subjected), you will be sent to fight so that you can serve at least as a punching bag and prize to the winner of the turn, if you are lucky after the beating you will be raped again and here you will be allowed to cry, the ugly thing will be if they are given the freedom to do what they want with you, many of those fighters are not even well fed and you are fresh meat, I hope you are not too attached to your limbs, you may lose one

If you are still alive, either because your will to live is high or because this is simply One Piece and dying is not as easy as it seems in the series, you will be taken to forced labor, either so you can work like the other slaves or to be their entertainment

Without going into further detail (since I have ideas but they would be better for a fic or drabble) you will no longer be the darling that Boa fell in love with, since the celestial dragons will have taken away from you everything from your virtue, through your mental and physical health until ending with parts of your body (which you will be basically 70% person, in the sense that you may no longer have eyes, you may be missing an arm and a leg, your intimate area looks like a cave where a civil war occurred, things like that)

When the Pirate Empress finds you, you'll either be on the verge of death or begging for it. In fact, the latter hurts more, since you'll be begging your beloved to please end your misery, and Hancock, understanding what you've been through and seeing how much they've hurt you (how cruel those sons of **** were to you), with tears in her eyes and her soul being torn apart every second, out of love, she'll take your life and send you to rest forever while the poor woman gains yet another trauma

After an agonizing scream that sounds like that of a demon or a banshee, the pirate empress will go into berserker mode and kill everything that gets in her way, there are no friends or allies in her eyes, there is only pain and she will continue to fight until she is knocked out (which will be almost impossible at that point) or because she dies spontaneously from broken heart syndrome, since we all know how emotional she is, losing her darling is basically dying for her.