#(Platonic)

[la-patrona-magdalena]

Synopsis:

You always wanted your family to look at you, even just once. At least with a bit of the affection they gave to the portraits of your mother. Too bad that when they finally did, you were looking at the pages of a comic that showed the cruel future.

Inspired by the manhwa: no place for the Fake Princess

Warnings: English is not my first language, so I used a translator. Yandere content, neglect, abandonment, angst (?), allusions to death, original character (not the reader), allusions to torture. I try to keep the gender neutral,but in part there are mostly feminine pronouns. If any warnings are missing here, please let me know.

Disclaimer: This fanfic is for personal reading only. The use of this text for AI model training, data mining, commercial purposes, or any automated reproduction is strictly prohibited without the explicit consent of the author. Thank you.

You can read the fanfic in its original language (Spanish) on my AO3

prologue - Next chapter

Masterlist (coming soon)

Chapter one - A glimpse into the family secret

The knight of the night, the man with a thousand plans, Gotham's greatest detective, was holding his daughter, Serelith, with such tenderness and delicacy. She was crying in her arms, scared. And rightly so: Serelith had never lived through anything like this before. Her other siblings had some pity for her now, even Damian showed a hint of sympathy, probably because of the fear they all felt over what could’ve happened to her at the Joker’s hands.

Then there was the other daughter. Batman's illegitimate child, the youngest of the Waynes, no, the youngest of the Valfinsas, watching with tearful eyes from behind the bars as the family she grew up with held their blood daughter close. Leaving her alone.

The Joker just laughed, shoving the girl hard against the bars. -Hahaha! Looks like Batsy's got his favorites- he laughed louder. All the girl could do was stare through tearful eyes, praying, just once. for someone to turn around. To look at you.

-The Joker can wait. Priority is getting Serelith out of here- That’s what Dick said. The perfect big brother. Someone who, like her, had also been adopted. He handed Serelith a pill and a bottle of water. Carefully, they took Serelith away, leaving the building where the two of them had been held captive.Leaving you there. Not looking back. Not noticing you were missing.

The Joker let out a cold laugh, already getting ready to have fun with the new toy Bruce had left behind. -Don’t worry. I won’t take my eyes off you- he scoffed, looking right at you as you cried. How you wished you had gotten out of here, out of a place where no one ever looked at you.

You threw the comic across the bed, looking at it like it was the devil himself.

A few weeks ago, you'd decided to try reading comics to bond with your family. You'd once overheard Stephanie teasing Damian about reading and drawing manga, and maybe Tim might be into it too, right? After all, there are games based on comics. So, you spent your allowance on one, hoping it'd at least end with you arguing with Damian about the difference between manga and comics, or maybe Tim would recommend one based on one of his games.

You'd gone to a store after finishing your homeschooling session with Alfred, browsed a few comics, and then, suddenly, felt a strong bump against your side, right where your bag was hanging. When you looked down, you noticed three comics had fallen to the floor. You tried putting them back, but couldn’t figure out where they were supposed to go. With no other option, you looked for help from the clerk—who didn’t even bother to pay attention to you.

-Another kid trying to sneak in their hero stories? Listen, girl, you're not going to get famous just because someone randomly reads a comic drawn by a 12 years old-.

No matter how much you insisted they weren't yours, he didn't believe you. You got kicked out of the store. Great. But hey, at least you had three new comics to read for free! And not just any comics, they were about Gotham's great vigilante himself! Not exactly what you were going for, but maybe you'd get to connect with someone in your family by talking about the city's crime and its paper version.

You got back to Wayne Manor all excited, and started reading the three comics that had literally fallen from the sky.

And that's how you ended up here.

Batman: Bloodline. That was the name of the comic saga you just finished reading, the one that left a bitter taste in your mouth. At first, after reading the opening pages, you thought it was fake, a bad joke, some prankster who thought it would be hilarious to realistically draw the millionaire playboy dressed as a bat, acting as Gotham’s nocturnal hero. No wonder the shop clerk didn’t believe you. This probably wouldn’t help you get any closer to your brothers, but maybe if you showed it to Dick or Jason, they’d make fun of Bruce with you. So you kept reading.

But then all your siblings showed up, as the Robins and the Batgirls. And then you appeared. Not playing any role, not as a hero, just you. The daughter born from one of Bruce’s deepest loves, a model beautiful both inside and out, who had died just days after giving birth to you. A child who looked nothing like her mother, and even less like her father.

Everything was… eerily accurate. The mannerisms, the backstories, everyone’s personalities, they were spot on. Even the inside of the manor was a perfect match! You kept reading, uneasily, and that’s when she showed up: a girl with Bruce’s same stoic seriousness, and your mother’s same warmth. The drawing copied her features almost perfectly.

The comic was about her; Serelith. How she was found, as the original daughter. How she adapted to the family. And finally, how you and she were kidnapped by the Joker. How the family saved her. And left you behind.

You don’t want to believe it. Even if that girl crying behind the bars looked so much like you. Even if every detail lined up so perfectly. You didn’t want to believe that this family, the same one you beg and plead for even a crumb of love, forgot about you in such a horrible moment.

You hide the three comics under your pillow. You refuse to eat when Alfred calls for dinner, and you fake being asleep until the night falls.

You check the time on your phone, waiting for the right moment to come. You get up from bed and carefully make your way through the giant manor, until you’re standing in the same room where the old clock is. If it’s true, if they’re really Gotham’s vigilantes , they would notice immediately, and all of this will have been for nothing… or maybe they won’t even glance in your direction.

You didn’t see anyone for a few minutes from your hiding spot. You thought maybe they’d glanced in your direction, and were just waiting for you to leave.

Until you saw Tim, Zesti drink in hand, clear signs of sleeplessness under his eyes, dark circles, and wearing his Red Robin suit, walk up to the clock and set the time to 10:47. The same time as in the comic.

You felt your heart beating faster and faster. You wanted to cry just from seeing that time there, right in front of you. Mocking you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You ran off, tripping over a few things along the way.

You got to your room and threw yourself into bed. You could feel the comics crinkle beneath your pillow as you laid your head down, just like your heart crumbled when you realized… that part of the comic was real. Which meant not only that you weren’t the daughter of that woman, but that all these years, and all the ones still to come, meant nothing to your family.

You feel the tears slowly forming in your eyes. You want to do something, think of a plan to avoid the day you end up in the Joker’s hands, but your mind is clouded. You try to sit up, feeling the anxiety course through your body. You need to start planning how to escape the Joker, how to live away from the Waynes. You don’t have time for whatever’s happening to you. Your trembling hand goes to search for the comics under your pillow, but it freezes when you hear someone knock on the door and then open it without waiting for an answer.

You turn to look at the entrance, finding Tim there, clearly exhausted. Your hands shift to clutch the sheets, gripping them tightly as you see Tim in his Red Robin suit standing in front of you.

Tim’s had a rough few days. He hasn’t slept well due to a case, and there’s a small crisis at Wayne Enterprises. He almost went without a shower for more than a week, he was close to breaking his own record. The lack of sleep made his instincts and everything he’s learned as a Robin falter. Even so, he insisted on going out tonight to look for clues. He got dressed and ready to leave with the others, and with a brain half-asleep, he didn’t realize something, or someone, was watching him as he was about to leave. Until he heard a noise that alerted him. By reflex, he turned to look and saw your smaller figure collide with a couch, then get up and keep running.

The sleep vanished in an instant, and on instinct, he ran after you, thinking about how he would convince you not to tell Bruce you’d seen him.

He opened the door without asking, just knocking out of courtesy, expecting to find you excited, shouting with joy at the discovery that your older brother was one of Gotham’s heroes. But instead, he saw you, breathing heavily, clutching the sheets tightly, crying.

You’ve always been sensitive, crying over the loss of your mother or because Bruce didn’t give you attention. He’d always agreed with Steph and Jason that you might be overreacting. Everyone in the family had lost someone, and it’s hard for Bruce to give more attention with so many kids and the mantle of Batman weighing on him. Even if you didn’t know the latest, you should be more patient. Besides, didn’t you have Damian keeping you company? And he was sure that at least once, you’d gone to the library with Babs…

Even though part of him thought you were exaggerating, the way you cried now, the way you trembled and avoided looking at him like he was a traitor, told him this time was different. And it made him feel something pressing inside of him.

He slowly approached the bed and sat next to you, studying you more carefully. You seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack. He tried calling your name to get your attention, but you didn’t respond.

Tim quickly thought about how to calm you down. You weren’t quite in the middle of an anxiety attack yet, so he might be able to stop it from escalating. He scanned your room, searching for something that might help him hold you steady.

…

Has your room always been this… empty? For being the daughter of a model and a millionaire, one would expect your room to be full of toys and luxuries. But it’s almost bare. There are a few things visible: misshapen cushions with exposed threads, a blanket of mismatched colors, and some decorations hanging from the shelves and walls, arranged from the ugliest to the most beautiful.

For your luck, he manages to spot a small blue plush dog on a shelf. He quickly grabs it and forces it into your smaller, more fragile hands.

– Squeeze – He orders. You obey. Your mind, at some point, kept replaying the comic's drawings, where they abandoned you, where the same person in front of you did nothing.

– Breathe with me, at least once, breathe – Tim's voice reaches your ears. By instinct, you follow, tightening the plush toy even more in your hands. The images slowly fade from your mind, what you felt could’ve been worse begins to vanish, and your tearful gaze meets a pair of blue eyes looking back at you with concern.

Tim feels a small relief inside him that you didn’t end up in a full-blown panic attack, but he's still worried about you. Why did finding out it was Red Robin cause that reaction? Why, all of a sudden, aren’t you looking at him with pleading eyes wanting attention, but instead, avoiding his gaze? The silence between you two forms slowly, becoming more noticeable, until you wipe away your tears. You summon strength to look at him and break the silence with a voice firm but trembling slightly.

–I won’t tell anyone you’re Red Robin… I promise… you can leave now – You didn’t feel like explaining to Tim that you found a comic from the future, you weren’t even sure he would believe you, or if he would listen.

He, on the other hand, was shocked. Were you kicking him out of your room? Was this your reaction to finding out he's Red Robin? Did you not care? What's wrong with you? He looked at you, still incredulous. Why were you acting like this all of a sudden? Or had you always been, and I just hadn’t paid enough attention to you? He replayed the events of the week in his mind, remembering that you once talked about going to buy comics, maybe like you tried to talk at dinner… dinner from… how long ago was that? He kept going over what he remembered, what could’ve triggered your near panic attack? Why weren’t you looking at him like before? And why, now that you did, was it with coldness and pain? Then it clicked. Maybe you heard his recent conversation with Jason? Both had mentioned what he talked about with Steph, how sometimes you cried too much and seemed exaggerated. Was that it? That was probably it, right? Maybe not the reason for your near anxiety crisis, but it was definitely why you wanted him out of your room. You didn’t want him to keep seeing you like this, did you? Well, he wasn’t the best at handling emotions, that was more Dick’s thing, but still, he couldn’t leave you emotionally constipated. They already had enough of that from Bruce, Jason, and Damian. So, he left your room, informed Bruce that he wouldn’t go out with them tonight, changed out of his suit into pajamas, and came back to your room. You looked at him confused. He didn’t blame you, he had never been close to you like this before, but now, he wanted to be. He wanted you to stop looking at him like that.

Thank God you took the opportunity when Tim left to move the comics. You couldn’t do much, just toss them under your bed. You were hoping he wouldn’t look there now that it seemed he wanted to sleep in your room. He lay next to you, and you gave him his space. You both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, until he finally decided to break it.

–Are you okay?–

It was a simple question, short and direct, yet you just stared at the ceiling. Thinking about his question and everything else.

Some comics, from who knows where, revealed to you that this isn’t your biological family, that they’re also Gotham’s vigilantes, and that for a girl they’d known for only a few months, they abandoned you; To the daughter who, even if not by blood, had been part of the family all its life

Should you have seen it coming? Yes. Ever since you can remember, no one in this family has really worried about you, paid attention to you, or even looked at you. No parent events, no movie nights, nothing. You don’t have memories of anyone except Alfred giving you ice cream for every good grade on your tests.

Why were they different with you? More than half of the family doesn’t share blood, yet they still love and care for each other. Couldn’t you get just a little bit of that affection? What was different?

Was it because you took the place of your mother’s true daughter? Maybe they always felt like you didn’t belong, like you weren’t what they expected.

Serelith was the original, the real one. That’s why she earned their affection. That’s why everyone else cares about her. Not even your brothers… No, not even Bruce’s adopted sons or his two biological children lied. Only you. You were the only one who entered the family through a lie you never even told.

They’re detectives. Even if they don’t say anything or investigate, their instincts probably tell them you’re not who you’re supposed to be…

And now that you’ve confirmed the comics are real, it means you’re destined to suffer at the hands of the Joker.

In the comics, he finds out about Bruce’s “beloved” daughters, the only ones in the family who aren’t vigilantes, and kidnaps both of you. The family quickly comes up with a plan to search for you… to search for her. Bruce and the others completely forget you exist, leaving you at the mercy of one of Gotham’s worst criminals.

Were you okay? …No, you weren’t. Not while you remained in this family that doesn’t really feel like yours. What you want most now is to get out of here, for the Joker to never see you as Batman’s daughter, for no one to see you at all, until you’re far from where you never belonged. Only then would you be okay. But for now…

– Yeah, I’m fine – you answered, sounding a little too calm for Tim’s liking. He just sighed beside you and turned to face the other way. He couldn’t bear to look at you. Tomorrow, he’d make sure to finish the case and the situation at Wayne Enterprises as fast as possible, so he could focus entirely on figuring out what was going on with you. – Good night – Tim said as he tried to fall asleep. – Good night – you answered, turning your back to him as well, already thinking about how you’d make a plan tomorrow to leave this place as soon as possible.

This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I had trouble concentrating and translating it into English. I’ll try to update this fic every Friday, or at least every two weeks if time allows. If for some reason I can’t stick to the two-week schedule (which probably means I have writer’s block and won’t be writing for a while), I’ll let you know. I’ll probably update on Ao3 first because the fanfic was originally written in my native language, and I’m posting everything there in its original form, in case anyone wants to check it out. On another note, I wonder if anyone will notice that the section dividers are different, one has Batfam and Philomel images in the background, and the other is empty…

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Quarter mile at a time.

Synopsis: Bruce finds out he has another biological kid ,and not only are they a girl but the best street racer in Gotham!!

Notes: reader is described as female and black, poc ,or in this case I guess she might be mixed. I do not hate cops I just wrote them like this for the fic. So please don't take anything to personally.

Warnings: Illegal things ofc. Drugs, mentions of sex and prostitution. Child abandonment. Underage drinking and smoking and prostitution. Not proofread!!

Ride or die.

'Do you understand how much trouble your in kid?'

'Do you ever shut up?'

This was the third time this week you had gotten yourself in this position.

Handcuffed and seated infront of some cop who was writing down your statement.

Still being underaged meant you'd get away with more then adults would.

Sadly that also meant you were usually the one to take the fall for your so called 'friends'.

'You gotta help me out here kid. I'm trying to help you.'

You were sixteen. That age that people would consider 'young and dumb'.

But you knew better then to tell anything to the cops. People got hurt from doing that.

People got killed.

'Cmon kid. Your sixteen and I see you in here three times a week.'

'Don't remind me." You scoff rolling your eyes.

Cops like these almost make you feel bad. Almost. They always claim their just 'trying to do their job'. But you see through that.

You see the way they pin your friends down. Gun to their head. Cuffs tighter then needed and for what?

For power.

And with a gun to a scared kid's head they feel like they got it......

So you stay silent and give them headaches with your words.

'Well I guess all that's left to do is call your mom.'

'Go ahead and try it.'

You've seen this to many times to count. The cop tries to threaten you with him calling your mom. She doesn't answer.

They let you go. Because Gotham's got bigger problems then a kid who they don't have proof did something.

'Ya know kid. If you weren't so caught up with friends like yours you'd have a good life.'

Of course the cop would say that. By looking at your record. Your a straight A student good grades you even tutor for extra credits.

'Am I free to go?'

The cops sighs after getting nothing but a ring from you mother's phone.

'Yeah go ahead.'

You scoff standing up and grabbing your things. Smug like smile planted your face from finally being free.

'Wait.'

You hum turning back around to face the sitting cop.

'Kid, I say this with respect. Going the way your going you won't make it to twenty.'

You knew he was right. Your friends were living proof of that. Some of your friends were dead while others in prison.

More friends came but they never could beat the system.

You didn't blame them and you never would. They were trapped in a system were this felt like the only way out.

Just like you.

'Maybe that's the plan.'

Fear owned Gotham, consumed it like a virus.

Even the wealthy and powerful people slept with one eye open.

Everyone was afraid of something ,and in Gotham your worst fear was most likely to happen.

But your not really helping yourself when you go to places like this. But then again you didn't really care.

It's dark as you walk to suspiciously dark allies but you knew ever road in gotham.... just not like other people would....

By the time you reach your destination the place is already filled with people. Some drunk most high ,and more likely then not they were shit broke with nothing to lose.

So to say this place wasn't a place for a teenager was an understatement.

By now you knew who to stick around. The people who could protect got and the people who couldn't.

So you had no trouble as you walk around and greet your usual 'friends'.

It smells like smoke but not from cigarettes.

Smoke from tires rubbing against the harsh concrete. It's warm but that kind of from car engines and cigarettes.

Girls crowed around cars and boys do too. All looking for attention or money. They'd do just about anything to get cash.

Some of them were mean almost forcing men to sleep with them to get money , but others were soft much to shy to do anything like that.

You felt bad for them but you held your tongue, as both the men and women belittled them infront of you.

Most of them were older then you but some we're your age some even younger. They new you quite well.

Well just about everyone knew you.

You couldn't be seen with them though. No, you were too popular around this place to be seen with them.

You'd be considered a stupid kid to be seen with them. And in a place like this, if you're seen as a kid they'll treat you like one.

A loud voice breaks through the crowned and reaches your ears.

'Looks who's back.'

Mikey your so called 'boss' says. Mikey met you when you were dirt poor and took pity on you.

Instead of giving you money. He gave you a job. Claiming 'you gotta work for your money. Cause ain't shit free.'

Mikey owned a car shop and he taught you alot. Even stuff you shouldn't know. Like how to make a car go the fastest it can with blowing up.

Or how to hide drugs in car seats that even the best canines won't be able to smell.

Eventually he took you to your first street race and from there it clicked.

That was your passion, that was your thing.

You made him teach you stick and eventually you built your own car out of scraps.

And slowly by slowly you came up in ranks.

And bought a better car.

Thanks to Mikey of course. He got in you every race since he knew just about everyone, even the people you shouldn't know.

He started you with small races and moved you up inch by inch.

But the time you were twelve you were the best street racer in Gotham. But not everyone can take losing to a kid well.

So Mikey introduced you to his friends. So atleast you'd have their protection. Their older then you and did just about anything illegal you could think of.

But they were your protection so you didn't complain.

You smile as you see Mikeys crooked smile.

You knew he wasn't a Saint ,or anything but he was the closest thing you have as family.

He's all you got.

He used to pay your rent and bills for you until eventually you could pay them yourself.

Lord knows your mom never did....

'Hey Mikey. Where's my baby?'

'In the back. She's already ready.'

He points behind him and low and behold there she is. Your baby.

Your pink Honda S2000 covered in glitter and with rims that the moon illuminated off of.

She was perfect. The fastest thing in Gotham and it made your opponents even angrier to lose to such a feminine car.

Following Mikey to your car you walk past various people and their cars.

All different cars modified from their colors, to their shapes ,and designs that comstomize them to their owner.

It was easy walking past the cars some you admired for their creativity others you thought looked ridiculous.

Walking past the people wasn't so easy.

Some gave you a simple nod others looked you up and down clearly sizing you for the race.

Grazing your hands against the hood of your car you smile.

You never took your car home with you after a race. The cops would catch you before you could say 'shit'.

Mikey taught you that.

So instead you left it with Mikey ,and he took care of her when you weren't racing.

Opening your door and starting the engine you smile at the noise she makes. Everyone knew the sounds of your car by now. Loud, strong, and confident.

'You ready? They paying good this race.' Mikey says as he looks you over.

It was never about the money. You and Mikey new that. It was about the thrill.

The excitement of the race.

It was exhilaration you felt right before you won. It was feeling of not feeling anything for a moment.

It was the way your stomach dropped as you hit the gas half way through a curve. The way the moon shined on your dark skin and the way the chilly air felt against your face.

It was the fact that when you were racing you didn't worry about anything. Not school, not the cops, not your life, not your mom. Nothing.

It was just you and your car and that was enough....

'I'm always ready.'

The noise from the Crowed died down a bit when the racer girl announced the biggest race was about to begin. This was the most expensive race of the night so of course you were in it.

You new mostly everyone you were racing but their was one guy you didn't. No one did. You ignored that feeling that something was off about him. After all as long as he had money to pay that's all that mattered.

The race started of the same motorcycles went out and stopped the traffic and horns from the busy and annoyed people rang through the air as you raced through the city like you always did.

The roads were dark and this was definitely the fastest your car had ever gone.

You hanged in second place the unknown boy in front. But right he could pass that finish line you pushed your secret weapon. And just like always.

You won.

The Crowed was loud and people surrounded you touching you and your car. Compliments filled the air but your eyes weren't on them. No, your eyes were on the new guy.

He looked normal but something about how he acted gave him away. How he kept looking around but tried to act calm.

He wasn't a junky. No, he was dressed to nice and his car was nice enough to prove he wasn't.

He looks almost awkward but people continue talking to him. He doesn't fit In here that's clear as day when you notice how he talks. It's to nice, to cocky.

He's smart you'll give him that. Probably the best at what he does. That's probably why they sent him. He's got that kinda charm that he can smooth talk his way into anything and everything.

But if he was gonna come here he should've known what not to do. And most people are way to high and drunk to notice but you do.

His gaze always goes to people hands first.

People here didn't do that.

No, here you look at their eyes or If you like them their body.

Never their hands. People here throw their hands around but they usually don't mean any harm that's just how the express themselves.

Cops tried to read people by their hands to watch what they were gonna do before they did it.

You knew that from how much you were constantly arrested.

That's probably why most of your friends were treated harsher then necessary by cops when all they were trying to do was communicate.

'Only cops do that shit.' You mutter pushing off your car and walking over to Mikey trying to give him your keys.

'Leaving so soon?' Mikey ask his voice almost concerned but he hides that well.

You always stayed late. Because it was better then going home to empty apartment.

You nod your hands still holding your keys and eyeing the boy.

You don't say anything to Mikey about the boy being a cop incase you were wrong. But your not gonna stay here long enough incase you were right.

You toss your drink, your hand opening to give Mikey your keys but before you know it loud sirens fill the air and blue flashing lights are everywhere.

People scatters like cockroaches when you turn on the light.

Your quick to grip your keys and get in your car. Before you even know what your doing your already racing down the dark streets of Gotham.

You don't have time to count how many police cars follow behind you and for a moment you wonder if they only want you.

They probably did considering how many times you had gotten away from them.

You'd been running from cops since you started racing and on foot you weren't that fast but in your car?

They couldn't get close enough to scratch your paint.

You sigh turning off your engine and leaning your head on your steering wheel as you parked into a dark ally.

You had escaped all ten of the cops with ease but there was still that adrenaline rushing through your viens.

You don't have much time to rest though because before you can think of what to do there's a loud thumb against the top of your car.

'The fuck?' You whisper still out of breath and kinda scared.

Your head still slightly dizzy and your eyes have never been the best so this must he your imagination right?

Because there's no fucking way batman just landed on the back of your car.

You groan muttering a 'just my luck.' Under your breath and put up your hands in defeat.

Because of course your a good driver but your to tired and far to drunk to race against fucking batman himself.

He opens your door and his scowl is cold harsh.

Harsher then the criminals you face on the daily but it softens at the sight of you....

You look like a dream. Not the kind that he falls inlove with but the kind that he's supposed to know.

Someone he's supposed to remember but he cant.

He feels weird but still takes your arm and without a word puts you in the batmobil.

He decides to ignore the way you almost rip out his door handle by how hard your trying to open it.

'Even if you did get out. You won't make it far.' He says as his car automatically buckling up.

'Worth a shot.'

You huff annoyed about your situation and scared even though your trying to hide it.

'Whats your name?'

'Whats your name?' You repeat his question with a question. Ah, so you were that kinda kid.

The stubborn kind.

Well he can't judge he has a handful of stubborn kids of his own. And he thanks God for that on night like these.

It just makes it easier to talk to you.

'Tell me your name and I'll let you go.'

'Huh?'

Your surprised by the amazing deal he's offering you and really can't believe it.

He on the other hand had no real intention of handing you over to the police after all he had sent Dick their as an undercover cop to stop a big drug deal not stop a kid.

Little did he know you were the best street racer in Gotham. But he quickly figured that out as you escaped not one but ten trained cops.

You sigh telling him your name. Even if this was a trap it was worth a shot.

He unlocks the door and you uncross your arms open the door. Confused you look back at him.

'You really gonna let me go?' You ask trying to make sure that he wouldn't chase you down after this.

'A deals a deal ,kid.' He watches as you step out of the batmobil and his gaze locks onto yours as you close his door.

'See ya around, kid.' His dark voice says and something about the way he says it makes you believe it's more of a promise then just a saying.

'Hopefully not.' You mutter as you get in your car.

'Alfred I'm going to need you to check something for me.'

'B, everyone in my unit has been looking for that kid for years! Years! And you just let her go? The best street racer in Gotham and you let here go?! We didn't even know she was a girl until today!'

Dick voice echos through the batcave and Bruce's headache already forming from his sons distressed voice.

'Well being seeing her soon Dick. Calm down.'

He tries to reason with obviously irrated vigilantly.

'And how can you be so sure? What if this was are only chance?!'

Alfred sends him a knowing glance as he hands Bruce some life changing papers.

Bruce sighs rubbing his temples as he carefully reads the heavy papers in his hands.

Even going so far as rereading them just to make sure.

But eventually after reading enough and his headache intensifying he says.

'Because she's my daughter.'

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Dangerous Man

500 Follower Celebration - Day 5

(Castle In The Sky inspired! Is it obvious I love Studio Ghibli or what? TWS: Reader gets drugged, brief vomiting towards the end)

Working in the mines was hard, labor intensive work. Luckily, you weren't actually a miner, but you spent a lot of time keeping everything else up and running and helping wherever you were needed. It was a great way to pick up random skills.

It was the end of another long day. You had already waved your boss out, knowing he had a daughter to get home to who hadn't seen her dad all day. You had been the last one to leave, only half paying attention as you walked along the forest, heading towards town.

It was strange, completely random. You thought you were hallucinating for a when you saw a something stumble out of the woods in front of you. It was a girl, who then promptly collapsed, leaving you to rush to catch her before she hit the ground..

You were an orphan, your mother died in childbirth and your father had disappeared on an adventure when you were 8. Despite that, you were never alone. The townspeople looked after you and you always had enough to get by, they made sure you learned to never abandon a person in need if you could help. Because of this, you didn't hesitate to bring the girl home. You lay the girl down in your father's old room, making sure she was tucked in and safe before heading to bed yourself. Hopefully when she woke up she'd be able to answer your questions.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You yawned as you cooked breakfast, never truly used to waking up so early in the morning. The food was nothing fancy, just some eggs with a bit of sausage you had left over. You made two plates, one for yourself and one for the mysterious floating girl. You gently knocked on the door before entering, seeing her awake and sitting up.

"You're awake. I was worried after whatever it was that happened last night you might be out for longer." You handed her the plate.

"What happened? And where am I? Who are you?" She carefully took the plate but didn't touch anything. You sighed.

"I'm Y/N. You're currently in the town of Shipp's Ravine, a small mining town no ones ever heard of out by the coast in the middle of nowhere." You introduced lightly. It wasn't wrong, hardly anyone who wasn't from here or somewhere close by had ever heard of this place. "As for what happened, you kinda just stumbled out of the woods."

"I'm... Poppy. I come from... far away. The airship stopped to refuel and... I ran for it." Poppy answered, talking slow as she tried to remember what happened.

"An airship? We don't get much airship traffic around here. You must have walked really far, the nearest airship dock isn't for three towns over, and it's military run." You said. Poppy grimaced.

"The military can't help me." She eventually answered. "Not with why I ran."

"Why? Did you do something? Are you a criminal?" She shook her head before taking another small bite. That made you pout a little. Secretly harboring a criminal would've brought some much needed excitement to your life and she seemed nice enough.

"This man he kidnapped me. He's working with the military, or at least he has connections with them. I know he's probably using every contact he has to try and find me." She said. You perked back up, your interest and excitement piqued.

"Well if you're trying to hide, Shipp's Ravine is the perfect place. Trust me, very few people even know this place exists! You'll be safe here."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You hummed as you skipped down the path, waving hello and greeting everyone you passed. You were heading out to buy some more food for dinner having taken a day off to talk to Poppy.

You were halfway to the market when you spotted him. A man with long blond hair in a clean white suit. Next to him were two armed guards. You cursed under your breath as you picked your way through the crowd, trying your best not to stand out.

Of course it didn't work as you were tapped on the shoulder. You turned around with a bright smile, tilting your head in mock curiosity at the outsiders trying to talk to you. "Excuse me, have you seen a young girl? Maybe around your age-?"

"Yeah! There's Lisa, Diana, Gianna, Lily, Winona..." You started to list off all the names of village girls you could think of who fit the description. The man shook his head.

"Her name is Poppy. She has fiery red hair and bright green eyes. Face covered in freckles." You shook your head.

"Nope! The only girls who fit that description would be Mrs. June's daughters but they're both under 7. Anything else I can do for you?" The man shook his head.

"No thank you. Good day."

"You too sir!" You answered, extra cheerily before continuing your shopping. You couldn't leave empty handed without drawing suspicion as to why.

The second you were done, and out of view of the main square, you booked it. You ran up the path, basket clutched in your hand. Poppy jumped when you slammed open the door, shutting it quickly behind you as you drew the curtains shut.

"The man who kidnapped you, does he have long blond hair? Gray eyes?" You asked, the second you dead bolted the door. Poppy froze.

"He's- he's here?" She whispered.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. I have an idea. I have a friend who works at the rail station. I'll get us tickets somewhere in countryside, somewhere even more rural and out of the way. But until then stay here. Avoid the windows and don't answer the door. If you're okay with it, I can cut your hair shorter so you pass as a boy."

Poppy agreed to let you cut her hair so you'd made sure to wash it out nicely before you started. You'd been cutting your own hair for a while, so you made it look as nice as possible. She didn't seem to mind too much and you even caught her smiling at herself in the mirror later.

"It's nice not having to worry about brushing it for hours and hours." She eventually told you. "I wish I had cut it sooner. Maybe you could get a new job as a hair dresser."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The day you left was the day you heard that the military had been getting warrants to search the villager's houses for Poppy. You'd already been dropping hints about taking a vacation so it wouldn't come as a surprise if you left for a little.

You ran around your house, gathering only the most important things. You burned Poppy's dress, shoving her into some clothing you'd bought that was clearly meant for a boy. Once you had those all packed away you handed one of the clothing bags to Poppy.

"It'll help you blend in if we're both carrying stuff. Until we're safely on the train I'll call you Pierre, okay?" She nodded, pulling down her cap more as you walked to the station. The train station was empty and you were able to get a private room for a discounted price for the two of you, all paid in cash. The energy was tense until the train had pulled out of the station.

It was a long trip, one that would stretch through the night and into the next day. You and Poppy entertained yourselves with card games and books and other random things until it had gotten dark out. You went to bed feeling safe, drifting off easily to the gentle rocking of the train.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was late -- or was it early? -- when you heard the door to your cabin open. In your half asleep state, curled beneath one of your mother's quilted blankets that you'd brought, you assumed it was Poppy. Maybe she needed air or to go to the bathroom.

You could vaguely make out a silhouette of someone with long hair. Convinced it was Poppy you rolled back over, but the door never closed and the lantern light in the hallway made it difficult to fall back asleep. You yawned, finally deciding to get up and see what she needed when your blood ran cold.

Poppy didn't have long hair anymore because you had cut it. Poppy couldn't be standing in the doorway because you had seen her asleep on the other bench when you opened your eyes.

T h a t   w a s n ' t   P o p p y.

A sudden pinch at the base of your neck made you whine in pain. You rolled over, trying to stand, only for your legs to give out. You never hit the floor, silently being laid back down as you tried to force your body to work.

The man, the same one from the marketplace, shushed you gently as he watched you try to fight the drug. Your eyesight was blurring, your brain turning to mush and you couldn't move. You passed out right as he turned to Poppy, still blissfully asleep across from you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up to a faint humming noise. Your stomach turned unpleasantly and you felt feverish and nauseous. Where you were laying was comfortable though. You were warm and it was soft. You wondered what had woken you up when you finally registered someone shaking you.

Opening your eyes to the dark room you saw Poppy, face covered in tears. She hugged you the second you awoke, crying into your chest. Looking around and letting your eyes adjust to the darkness you realized why. This wasn't your home, nor was it the train car. It looked like the fancy rooms advertised for rich people on airships.

"Poppy?" You whispered weakly. She held you tighter, still silently crying. You looked around noting anything that could be important. It was a large room with two beds, one of which you were laying on. There was a small heater in the middle of the room as well as a table and chairs. Your bags were placed on the table, including your mother's quilts which were neatly folded.

There was a small window in the room, barred from the outside, not that it would do anything seeing as the only view out the window was clouds and the night sky. You looked towards the door, ignoring the way your head spun. It must be a side affect of whatever he'd drugged you with, this lethargy and pseudo-sickness.

"It's locked. Everything is." Poppy whispered to you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I never meant for you to get caught up in this."

Both of you turned at the sound of voices in the hallway outside the locked door. There was the sound of a key before the lock finally clicked open. It was the man, holding a small oil lamp. He was no longer in the white suit but in some kind of lounge wear, possibly some kind of rich person pajamas you'd never even heard of.

"You're both awake. I'm glad the drugs finally wore off, I was getting a bit worried. Then again, they were military grade sedatives." He smiled calmly, almost like he was trying to be comforting. He was dangerous, no amount of smiling would change that.

"Where are we? What did you do?" You asked. You cursed your voice for not only betraying your fear but also your compromised state.

"Y/N L/N, the beloved orphan of Shipp's Ravine. I asked around about you after our little interaction at the market. The townspeople really love you there, it's a shame you won't be going back. As for lying to me, we can discuss the repercussions of that later."

"Let them go! They never did anything to you! This has always been about me, you don't need to drag them into this as well!" Poppy yelled. The man just chuckled, approaching the both of you.

"My sweet, naïve, little Poppy. You trust so easily and you're lucky this time it turned out well for you. Imagine if you'd been found by some creep instead of some poor child playing adult who wanted nothing but companionship in return." He said, and you didn't even have the strength to be offended at his description of you.

"As for them not doing anything to me, they lied to me. Albeit, they did so to protect you, which is just so precious. It made he change my mind on what should happen to them. Rest assured, they will be cared for, just as you will be cared for. You'll finally have the sibling you always dreamed of."

"Just because you kidnapped us together doesn't make us siblings! This isn't some heartfelt family reunion!" The man smiled and tilted his head.

"Oh, but wouldn't it? I happen to have a letter from the commander of the royal military, which makes it more than just simple law. Would you like me to read it to you?" He held it out of reach when Poppy tried to snatch it from him, a satisfied smirk on his face. "It says, 'Seeing as Y/N L/N and Poppy Demonium lack legal guardians as both parents are either deceased or missing, I, General Kingston Grant hereby give all legal guardianship to one Caspian LaRue.'"

Those words proved to be the final straw for your stomach as you hunched over, gagging as you threw up on the floor beside you before slumping over onto Poppy.

"Oh dear. I suppose I should've guessed that such a large dose would've been too much for your body to handle." He murmured. You could only cry as you closed your eyes, trying to stabilize yourself.

You didn't even know when he'd called in cleaning staff, but they were already there when you opened your eyes again, leaving quickly once it had been dealt with. Poppy cradled your body close, protectively glaring at Caspian when he approached the bed and sat down beside you.

"You'll feel better in the morning. We can have a real talk then. Good night Y/N." He brushed some of your sweat stuck hair off your forehead before turning to Poppy. "Good night, Poppy. Sleep well."

He turned to leave, grabbing his oil lamp from where he'd set it, when a small smile crossed his face as he stood in the doorway. "Poppy, short hair suits you. Even if you did cut it for a silly reason." With that, the door closed and locked behind him and the two of you were left alone in the dark to ponder your new lives.

[holorform2009]

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Heads-up: Guest 1337 and 007n7 might be a little bit too OOC here Anyway, here's the food

When he covered his face with his hands as he started to count, you quickly runs away from him, running as far as you could and hopefully you'd found a spot to hide where he will never find you.

You looked left and right, hoping you'd find a better spot to hide before he'll start to find you out.

Back to CoolKid, he lowered his hands from his face as he smiles. "Ready or not! Here I comeee!!" He laughed, pulling out a sword as he begins to look for you. "Oh this is going to be. so. Much. FUN!!" And so, it begins. Let's hope he won't find you....

Now back to you, you've been looking a spot to hide for a few minutes. Though all of it can be easily be spotted and you're not risking it hiding there, like the open spaces area are not your go to. Behind a vending a machine?– no. That won't do. You hummed as you tapped your foot, hand on your hip while the other is holding your chin. In a thinking position.

Wait. You've been looking for a hiding spot for– how many minutes exactly? Oh no.. you guest that CoolKid is done counting now, and he's going to seek you out. Well this is bad, you're not great at hiding. Not at all.

TICK

TOCK

TICK

TOCK

You raised a brow at the sound and looked up above you only to see a timer that reads "0:45" you prayed the timer runs out fast and hoped tha— "found you!"

How did he find you that fast?? This time, you barely doged– at least he's not aiming at your head but it slightly aimed at your arm instead– a brick unlike last time you got hit in the head. Well there he goes– wait a minute is that a sword—? You didn't have time to think when his sword swing at the side of you abdomen, almost impaling you.

Okay maybe not almost. "AACK—!!" You screamed in pain as you clutch your side, thick blood bleeding heavily out your wounds –that's a lot of blood lost– as you feel yourself on fire. Wait. Fire?!—

You fall to the ground with pained yelp, the wooden tiles were tainted with red. Your vision were getting blurry from the blood lost. Where is the med you found earlier when you needed it..? You should've brought it with you...

Your fingertips were getting colder as black spots begin to filled your vision, and before you knew it... You're out cold, your body went slack not moving an inch, not even a twitch of your finger. CoolKid looked down at your curled up figure in confusion, wondering why aren't you standing up. You're it! It's your turn to seek him now and he'll go hide, so why won't you move?... "Friend... why aren't moving? It's your turn now..!" He plopped down beside your dead unconscious body, his leg criss crossed as he poked your back.

"Heyyy, are you tired already? But we're not even done playing!" He whined as he poked again at your back, he didn't noticed the blood pooling around your small body.

In the distance where Coolkid and you who is now dead– won't see the two adults who is arguing from afar, 007n7 is holding Guest 1337 in the arms, he was about to bolt towards his son and punch him square in the face.

The two of them witnessed you died by the hands of a killer, which is 007n7's son and that made Guest 1337 mad that he almost marches up to him to punch stun him if it weren't for 007n7 to stop him from doing so. "Let go of me 7n7!" He elbowed 007n7 on the side causing him to let go of Guest as he yelped at the impact and clutching at his side "urgh–! Don't! Please! He doesn't know what he's doing!–"

"Your son killed a child. An innocent child, 007n7!" He huffed angrily as he gestured his hand to your dead body from afar. "He's a child too Guest. He's innocent and he doesn't know anything, dammit!" 007n7 talked back. Guest's hands balled up into a fists as he grits his teeth, his eyes narrowed at him. "Your son is not a child but a monster." He hissed.

Offended by this, 007n7 frowned. "My son is NOT a monster, I'll talk him just give him a chance!" He glared at Guest. He scoffed before replying; "Fine. I won't be surprised if you're killed by your own son" He walked away leaving 007n7 behind.

As his figure slowly turning into a dot, 007n7 sighed and looks back at his son who's still nudging your body as if he was trying to wake you up even though you're dead he is oblivious to what he caused. Oblivious to the fact he killed and that you are dead. He walked towards them as he called out his son's name gently. "Hey.. Coolkid– ahem. Son... I don't think your little friend won't wake up." He gently laid his hand on his son's shoulder as he looked at him a bitter smile.

"Why? Why won't they wake up..?"

"It's because they're in a deep sleep and you shouldn't bother them, son." His eyes soften.

"But I want to play... All of your friends suck! They won't even play with me, at least [Name] wants to!"

007n7 grimaced at the mention of the others being his 'friends', he wouldn't called them as friends. Especially Elliot, who hated his guts so much and 007n7 understands why.

"Because they are adults now CoolKid, and adults doesn't like like to play childish game.." He gently pats the boy's shoulder.

"Would that mean you're not going to play with me anymore, Dad..?" The father sweated at his response. "No no! I still want to play with you just— maybe don't play too rough..." The boy's eyes lit up hearing this. "You'd still play with me dad?" His smile widen with joy evident in his face.

007n7 nodded, nervously smiling at his son before his eyes landed on your body and his smile slowly changed into a frown. This was your first death...

0:03

0:02

0:01

SURVIVORS WON

You woke up with a pain in your abdomen, you whined as you fluttered your eyes open. Only to be greeted by a red shirt and a yellow face that looks at you worriedly. "You okay there kiddo? I was worried when I heard Guest said you were... Um.. sleeping.... During your round.." Ahh.. it's Elliot. You lazily nodded before sitting up, however your action caused a pang in your abdomen and you reacted with a pained yelped.

"Oh dear, just lay down for a while and don't move. I'll go get you pizza." A hand was on your chest and lightly pushed you back down, your small back was gently collided with the soft mattress.

Elliot left the room as he closed the door., once he is gone in sight you sighed, you should've not jinxed CoolKid hitting you with a sword....

More like he killed you with his sword.

[phoenixblaze1412]

I hope no one has requested this already, but after seeing Dottore with Child! Reader who is a bit too much like Pantalone, and after Child! Reader getting along with Scara, I was wondering about a child! Reader who either is a bit too much like Childe, or hell, gets along veery well with the 11th Harbinger...

I love your writing btw!

Dottore should have known better.

He designed you—engineered you, even—to be a perfectly logical being. Someone who could assist in the lab, perform delicate procedures, absorb knowledge like a sponge. A little protégé to mirror his brilliance.

Instead, he got... you.

You were chaos incarnate. Wild, reckless, and insatiably curious, but not in the way Dottore intended. You tore through the laboratory like a thunderstorm in boots, sticky-fingered and louder than a thousand malfunctioning test tubes.

And then you met Tartaglia.

That was when the real trouble began.

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You bounced up to Childe the first time you saw him in the Citadel’s corridor, wide-eyed and full of energy.

“You look strong,” you declared, tiny fists on your hips. “Wanna fight?”

He blinked, then laughed—a loud, full laugh. “You remind me of my little siblings back home.”

“I’m better than them,” you said proudly. “Bet I could beat you.”

“Oh? You think you can take me?” Childe knelt down, grinning ear to ear. “That’s big talk from someone half my size.”

“Bet,” you shot back, and tried to punch him in the leg.

From then on, the two of you were inseparable.

To Dottore’s everlasting horror.

You and Childe were a whirlwind of pranks, mischief, and poorly timed explosions. Dottore would leave you alone for ten minutes. Ten. And return to find half the lab scorched, Childe clapping you on the back while you grinned with soot on your cheeks.

“You put volatile chemicals in Pantalone’s tea,” Dottore seethed one day.

“Just a little color-changing agent,” Childe said, utterly unbothered. “No permanent damage. He looked better with green teeth, anyway.”

You giggled. “He was so mad!”

“Do you want me to die of a stress aneurysm?” Dottore hissed.

You tilted your head innocently. “Maybe?”

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Even Dottore’s Segments weren’t spared from your antics.

Beta was constantly dragging you back from chaos. “You are not allowed in the weapons vault,” he barked, holding you under one arm like a misbehaving puppy.

“But I wanted to show Childe my bomb!”

“What.”

Theta hovered protectively near you anytime Childe was around, arms crossed like an angry parent. “He’s dangerous,” he warned.

You pouted. “You’re just jealous ‘cause he’s cooler than you.”

Delta walked in on you and Childe mid-prank once, stared blankly, and slowly walked away. “I saw nothing,” he muttered.

And Sigma—poor Sigma—accidentally helped disable security cameras so you two could sneak out to go monster hunting.

“Technically it was an educational field trip,” you argued when caught.

“You brought home a severed hilichurl head,” Sigma said flatly.

“Exactly!”

Omega, meanwhile, gave up entirely. “If you die,” he told Childe, “don’t expect a resurrection.”

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It all came to a head when Dottore found you mid-duel with Childe in the training grounds, both of you bruised, laughing, and soaked in rainwater.

“You are not a Harbinger!” Dottore shouted, storming over. “You are not a soldier! You are MY creation! You were meant to study, not fight like a bloodthirsty fool!”

“But fighting is fun,” you said, lifting your chin stubbornly.

Childe rested a hand on your shoulder. “Kid’s got a spark,” he said. “Let ‘em find out what they’re good at.”

“You’re corrupting them.”

Childe chuckled. “You made them with a mind of their own. They’re choosing this.”

Dottore wanted to argue. He wanted to demand you return to the lab, continue your studies, become the tool he had designed.

But when he saw the way you lit up around Childe—how you laughed, how you moved like the world couldn’t touch you—something cracked in his chest.

You were happy.

For all the headaches you caused, all the explosions and pranks and gray hairs… you were thriving.

And it wasn’t Childe’s influence alone. It was your choice.

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From then on, he stopped fighting your nature.

He still lectured you, of course. He still punished you with chores when you caused a mess. But the edge in his voice softened. The anger dimmed.

Sometimes, he even smiled watching you and Childe spar.

Only a little.

Maybe you weren’t the precise, obedient assistant he had imagined.

But you were his.

And somehow, against all odds.. he was proud of you.

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Later that week, Childe arrived to take you out again.

“Back by curfew,” Dottore said, eyes narrowed.

“Sure, sure,” Childe waved.

You bounced beside him, sword strapped to your back, grinning up at Dottore, “Love you, Father!”

Dottore froze. You rarely said that.

“…Try not to die,” he muttered, looking away.

And with a laugh, you ran off with Childe—your big brother in chaos, your partner in crime, and the only person in the Fatui who matched your madness.

Dottore sighed.

One little Harbinger of Chaos was bad enough.

Now he had two.

And strangely…

That was okay.

[platonicyanderereverie]

Enjoy!! :3

{Platonic yandere! roommate! Sonic the hedgehog}

[Warnings!: none (?)]

He's definitely the popular jock of the school, star athlete with that signature grin. In the track club and hell- probably a few others just cuz. Always wearing that red varsity jacket like it's part of his brand, carrying that "too cool" attitude with him.

You're the new kid on campus, a bit nervous to be here and new to rooming with someone for so long. But he seems super chill at first, a bit hard to keep up with, sure... but at least he's charming? (There's a lotta chili dog wrappers laying around.)

He rushes most of the chores, why bother with the details when he can clean up his side of the room in seconds? The mess on the couch? Don't worryyy, he'll make it go poof after he gets back from practice!

All in all, he's not the WORST roommate. And he seems to have grown a liking to you, waking you up before he goes for his early morning jog so you're not late. (just snickering at your grumbles and giving your hair a rough tussle before bolting out the door). He even offers to carry you to class when you're running late! Truly a gentleman.

Surprisingly enough... he knows your class schedule pretty well. He's just looking out for you though! He doesn't think skipping chem class is worth hanging out with... that bunch. You only have what- one period left? Why don't you just stay with him and watch a movie? Just you two!

Admittedly, he can get a bit... protective? Not to mention oddly clingy at times. But he means well! You know he does... what's one more hangout before he has to go to practice? (You don’t get to answer before he already has his hand clamped around yours, bubbling with energy, dragging you towards whatever it is he wants to do.)

You’ll be there at his next match, won't you?? He needs your support to win! (Doesn't matter how many fangirls are already cheering for him or the fact he wipes the floor regardless.) It's only right. Don’tcha wanna be a good roomie..?

[selineram3421]

Deer Demon Child Headcanons

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor & Child Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ protective Alastor, gn child reader, Disney mention, Brothers Grimm mention, cussing. ⚠

"Good morning my little royal/prince/princess!", Alastor greets you in the morning.

He's set up a nice little place for you in his room, something he conjured up but you picked out everything that was your favorite.

Originally, you were supposed to have a whole hotel room to yourself but Vaggie had said it would be safer with him. Which wasn't wrong. No stranger would dare enter his room unless they wanted to die a second death.

So, with a cozy nest (bed, it's a bed) and willow leaves acting as canopy curtains, you had a place of your own.

One day you ask him for books while eating breakfast with the hazbin crew and they all suggest fairy tales, Disney books that are very fanciful, and more.

He gets a range of books for you and suggests reading one story from each to see which ones you like more.

They watch and read along with you, Charlie picking out some with bright covers.

However, you end up picking out a book he recognizes. The Brothers Grimm fairy tales.

"Oh, uh. That one's a little scary, don't you think?" Charlie says and lifts up one of the books she picked. "Why not this one? It's got really nice pictures!"

"But I like this one..", you pout and hold the book closer. "It has a lot of stories in it, not just one."

Alastor smiles and pats your head. "Whatever pleases you my little fawn! Might I suggest one?", he says and hands you another book. "It has poems and short stories."

"That's fucking Edgar Allen Poe!", Vaggie says. "Why are you giving them that book?"

"Just a suggestion. If they don't like it, they can always get rid of it.", he counters and snaps a paper into existence. "If anyone else has suggestions for them, write it down."

You have your own little bookshelf of your favorites by the end of the month.

Then there is the day when Lucifer comes over.

"And these are our hotel residents!", Charlie says and begins introducing everyone. "Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and-", she looks around for you, noticing you're hiding behind her. "Oh, there you are."

Lucifer finds you adorable.

"Why, hello there!", the King says and kneels down to meet your gaze. "I'm Lucifer, and you?"

You mumble out your name and hide a little more behind Charlie.

Then Alastor shows up soon after.

"I'm Alastor! The Radio Demon. I'm sure you've heard of me from my broadcasts.", he says grinning down at the King. "You're much shorter in real life."

"Never heard of you."

The two butt heads with sarcasm, insults, and Alastor covers your ears as he curses at the short King.

"Haha! Fuck you."

"O-K!", Charlie quickly pushes the two away from each other. "Let's get back on with the tour.", she guides her Dad away quickly.

Alastor pats your head before lifting you up, resting you on his hip for a moment to adjust you in his hold.

"Were you two fighting?", you ask.

"Oh no, we just had a small disagreement my deer.", he says and boops your nose. "Let's join Charlie on the tour, yes?"

You nod and snuggle into his chest.

With a gentle smile and a wave of his hand, he poofs your stuffed voodoo doll in his hold before giving it to you.

"Ok, why is no one else concerned about this?", Lucifer gestures to Alastor and you.

Vaggie speaks up. "Alastor is their main caretaker, and he does a surprisingly good job. The little one hasn't made any complaints about him."

The King "sneakily" hands a note to you, and Alastor looks at the paper confused.

You unfold it and end up reading it out loud. "Blink twice if you need help-"

"Oh for goodness sake-!", Alastor holds his hand out for the note.

You give it to him and watch as he burns it in a green flame.

"Let's get on with the tour already, we are wasting time here."

Then a flapper barges into the hotel singing and Alastor tells you to stay away from her.

"She may be a friend, but she is a reckless one. Mimzy won't care if you get hurt. Stay clear of her, understand?"

"I understand.", you nod.

After leaving Mimzy at the bar, Alastor hands you off to Vaggie when Husk stops the deer to talk.

Lucifer asks why you're in the "red place" and Charlie pulls him away to talk.

Vaggie continues walking with you in her arms and pats your head. "So.. Do you like your books?"

"I love them!"

"Really? Which one is your favorite of favorites?"

You excitedly told her your favorite.

Charlie and Lucifer return with small smiles.

When you are all on the balcony, and the conversation turns more serious, the hotel suddenly shakes.

Vaggie holds you tight as she runs down and gets her spear. She passes you along to the King.

"Uh.., hi.", the blonde man says awkwardly, holding you at a distance. "Let me just..", he adjusts his hold on you and now carries you like a football on his hip. "Yeah, that's fine."

The King walks over towards the bar and tells you to hide under the counter before going to the front door near Charlie.

It's loud outside.

You sit on the floor and wait. Things somewhat calm and then you hear Alastor do his radio noises.

"￦h€re ar€ +he¥?"

"I gave them to Lucifer.", Vaggie says.

"I put them behind the bar counter.", the King replies.

Alastor walks around and finds you hiding under one of the corner shelves and picks you up. Mumbling about how dusty your clothes are and brushing off the dust bunnies from your clothes.

"None of you lot know how to take care of children.", the deer grumbles.

Alastor and Lucifer end up arguing about who is a better caretaker. Then you're surrounded by stuffed toys, blankets, books, clothes, and games.

Charlie finally has enough and scolds the two for messing up her lobby.

You do get to keep some things but most of it is poofed away.

Lucifer gives you a duck before leaving.

At the end of the day everyone is in the dining room. You are sleepy and finish what you could of dinner before placing your utensil down.

The Radio Demon notices and stands up, going over to take your plate.

You hold your arms up at him as soon as he is within reach. He chuckles and picks you up. You quickly get comfortable as he holds you close.

"Niffty, be a dear and take care of the clean up."

"Ok!", the little bug demon says and scurries around the room, cleaning up.

Walking back to the hotel room, Alastor speaks up. "Did you enjoy today my little deer? I hope you ignored that silly stuff the small man was saying. He doesn't know anything."

You yawn and sleepily rub your eye. "Hm? About what?"

"The King, dear. Nevermind, it's alright. He just wanted to feel better about himself.", the deer demon rolls his eyes. "I'm obviously far more skilled than he is."

"It's ok. I know you are a good Papa..", you nod off to sleep.

Alastor stands in the middle of the hallway, shocked.

He gently pats your head before continuing to the room. Once he gets to your little nest, he sets you down, taking off anything that might hurt you in your sleep or cut off blood flow, and tucks you into bed.

"Good night my little royal/princess/prince.", he whispers softly and pecks your forehead.

Finally got this done! Yay. I wanna take a nap now.

~Seline, the person.

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[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

could you shrimpo and a child reader who is a fan of him hcs

Shrimpo With A Child Reader Who Is A Fan Of Him!

Ohhhh, this was fun(ny)! I can just sense the unhingedness from Shrimpo here sksks here you go, dear! Thank you for requesting! <3

This is probably ooc but oh well-

-Anna

-Who would have thought Shrimpo would ever have fans? Yet here you were, really admiring and looking up to him. Looking up at SHRIMPO of all toons in Gardenview! It really baffled everyone else (even Shrimpo if we are being honest here) but you really didn't care. Shrimpo just seemed.. way too cool compared to everyone else! And since you were a part of this massive cast of colorful characters, you could come visit him whenever you can! Even if he was never cheerful and always yelling, it didn't bother you too much, really, sometimes you even mimicked him!

-Oh how the other poor toons tried to help you.. you were a fan of Shrimpo, that is baffling by itself! Some were even concerned about your ears because Shrimpo just can't stop yelling about everything! Some toons were even convinced you didn't hear well or you just simply didn't care about it. It was actually funny how they would try to distract you every single day either by telling you to hang out with them or with various other activities but you just weren't interested! Some of the toons had even formed a group to try and brainstorm ideas, it slowly stopped when they kept seeing you how much you truly looked up to Shrimpo, they just slowly gave up, as nothing worked.

-No matter how much Shrimpo yelled, you weren't really bothered, even trying to mimic him as said before. He just comments on how he hates how low your voice is! And that's when you really put the effort to scream louder, even attempting to do his own voice. He just rests his fists on his hips as he glares at you trying again and again. It was a loud but kinda funny sight to see as he gave legit criticism, even if it was with a loud voice. He just rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms when you were proud of yourself for doing it right, as Shrimpo didn't correct you this time. He still does anything better than anyone though!! Don't get your hopes up!!

-And it doesn't even stop when you see him punching the wall or headbutting things. Of course, you never really tried hitting walls but you kept looking up at him in awe when he punched something rough and didn't even flinch. He just scoffed when he looked back at you but didn't talk, just a small glare. You really like seeing how hard he can throw a good punch at his punching bag! Watching at how hard he hits it, trying to calm down his anger from you following him pretty much everywhere now, not even being bothered by him. It annoyed him so much to think about just why? Why did you look up at him?! It made him furious, making him give a good one to the punching bag.

-Once, he even saw you try and punch one of the bags but your punches were weak and barely moved it. He crossed his arms as he watched you try again and again. He only huffed as he yelled at you to punch harder!! Your punches are pathetic!! He can do it much better!! He even gave you a good example to the other punching bag and you saw how he moved his shoulder to give a good strong punch. You just jumped as you got inspired and tried the same, making.. some progress, at least! Come on, no one expects a literal child to give punches as strong as Shrimpo now!! The guy has been doing this for who knows how long!!

-Honestly? Shrimpo does stop yelling.. too much around you or even straight up stopping insulting your skills and abilities. He just talks in literal caps all the time. He mostly stays with that annoyed expression on his face when you were around, he was annoyed but no matter how much he yelled, you just looked up at him with your innocent eyes, compared to his own that only held anger. He quickly gives up on attempting to make you go away, don't stick around him, it annoys him!! Don't walk behind him!! But you just giggled as you kept following him around, it made him growl but he stopped pretty much immediately, placing his hands on his head and glaring, feeling his head hurting.

-Despite all that, Shrimpo does have a kinda soft spot for you, he never really had any fans, everyone just avoided him or made fun of him in his face, especially some of the visitors. But you? He genuinely doesn't understand what makes you be his fan so much, he stays up at night to think about it all and it angers him, are you trying to mock him, perhaps?! If he thinks about it more, he will feel himself going absolutely insane, he doesn't want to think, he HATES thinking!! Why were you so unbothered by his yelling, huh? You know he is better than anyone in this place, right?! Though he can't lie, it does feel.. a bit nice having someone look up at how cool and amazing he is, at least someone realizes it!!

-There was this time where you got sleepy and slept on his bed. It had happened when he was showing you how to punch the best because he can't stand seeing your weak punches. When he turned around, he blinked as he stayed quiet, mouth in a thin line as he raised an eyebrow, his eyes glaring. He let out a big long sigh before sitting on the floor, resting his back against the wall and crossing his arms. If anyone was there and ever told him how quiet he was, he would yell at them annoyed. He absolutely hated that you slept in his bed though, how is it that you are SO comfortable in his room?! It drove him insane!! It was full of holes and a mess, any other room would be better than.. this!! He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at you and then looked at the floor in front of him, he hated thinking.. just what made you see him so highly like this?!

-Shrimpo even holds his voice back when you gently tug on his shirt, asking him politely to show you how to punch better. His lips trembled as he does his best not to yell exactly in your face and he just huffs as he loudly goes to his room with his loud confident footsteps, with you following behind happily and excited to continue training your hands! If you ever injure yourself, he calls you an idiot as he goes to bring you ice or whatever else you need, just don't cry!! Don't you want to be strong like him?! Then stop tearing up!!! He hated hearing you crying!! He only sighed in angry relief when you seemed to be feeling better, don't scare him like that ever!!! He hates that!!!!!!

-As time goes in, it can even be said that Shrimpo, in a way, took care of you. He always let you sleep on his bed while he sleeps sitting up on the floor, always yelling and telling you to punch and yell louder and didn't even need to say anything when he walked because you just followed close behind, sometimes even allowing you to tug at his shirt. If you ever offer your hand to him to take, he just retreats his hand back with a small "tch" and tells you that he hates being touched!! The truth is that he fears his anger, strength and might possibly crush your poor little hand with his strong one. He yells at someone to shut it up if they ever make a comment about Shrimpo not being aggressive towards you like everyone else. Even though it takes forever, you do feel like Shrimpo has changed a lot with you around!

Thank you for reading! <3

[sumthinganarchy]

Hi! Do you do any platonic requests? If so, a platonic Milky Way Cookie x Reader would be great! Thank you :]

yip yep we do (platonic) children x readers

most adult x reader stuff is platonic leaning romantic (you can think of it as ether or), children/ child x reader are strictly platonic (we usually make the reader more akin to a parent tho again you can think of it however (siblings, adult friend, the only adult in the room lol))

[jailbimbo]

This is a short fanfic about a headcanon of mine; Jason Todd doesn't have the habit of crying, for heaven's sake. He's 10 years old already! He's an adult, and he's a robin! The boy wonder! The boy wonder doesn't cry. But when on a private mission, after a fight with Bruce, and after a punch from one of the neighborhood thieves, his feelings were hurt..time to run back to his mom, and maybe shed a feel tears.

THE AGES IN THIS AVERAGE ARE NOT SIMILAR OR IDENTICAL TO OFFICIAL DC COMICS. The ages are highly changed to the sole purpose of fitting the narrative and my "Universe" of the batfam.

All the dividers are obtained from this post and account: https://www.tumblr.com/saradika-graphics/782098177236123648/mini-moodboard-headers-dividers?source=share

Jason Todd was angry, particularly angry today, after some yelling, stomping, and a "You're not my father!" during an argument with Bruce. he REALLY wanted to hit someone right now..And that's how he ended up in this unfortunate situation, tick tock, tick tock was the noise of the bomb in the head of one of the Riddler's hostages, leaving without the greatest detective being a child— imean... pre-teen..that only knew fists and kicks wouldn't be a good plan. His mind was racing, the sound of the clock, the civilian's crying, the criminals circling him, the echoing laughter of the Riddler, god! It was all too much..he really wished Bruce was here..he wished that..He shakes his head.

No, no. He's not a baby anymore, he can't run back to mommy every time something doesn't go his way, just because he's the current son of a millionaire doesn't mean he's going to be a rich boy. Focus, it's time to focus. He thinks while his eyes travel to every corner of the place to try find a correct answer for the enigma.

“NIGH—” BOOOM!

He whispers an enigma, the voice of arrogance echoing and beating in your ears like church bells and melting everything becomes clear. The small, still malnourished body is thrown against the wall, colliding and breaking the heavy cement. Thanks to his training, not much damage is done, he manages to sit on the ground, at least his body is safe.Their hands are joined together in a white-knuckled fist, while his hands slap his thighs like a petulant child who has just been scolded, like a failed security guard who has been responsible for a death.

A large shadow covers his body, A very big one to be just one person, he knows exactly what he is, he is just very afraid...no, ashamed to look at his faces, the faces of the people who welcomed him and taught him.

“Hi, mom.”

He whispers in shame, his eyes downcast and dejected, trembling and watery, but no tears falling when he looks back, A hand, which soon becomes two, lifting him from the ground, the melancholic gaze of his mentor and his mother figure filling his vision and pulling him into a hug. Her gentle, calm voice whispering

“Hello, my baby..”

You say with a sigh, stopping your sentence in the middle and correcting it with a quiet "Robin." And Jason doesn't react, normally he would argue a little.. 'Mom..not now, I'm Robin.' But this time nothing comes out of his mouth other than a quiet, clearly shaky and shy "hum." Your hands pulled him close, embracing the slender, weak body of the child in front of you, your husband doing the same thing, Hands bring the little boy into a familiar embrace and he finally lets go. As he always does after an unsuccessful patrol, his feet thump against the ground petulantly, His hands beating against his chest as he cries and thrashes, like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum..yes. That's what he is, a mama's boy throwing a tantrum. Not robin, not boy wonder, not even Jason Todd, just..Bruce's son..just ..Your..son. Crying and apologizing for not being able to do it again, apologies that are ignored..your son did nothing wrong, he never will. He is just a child..just your baby.

[panerasbox]

You Grew Anyway

summary: Not everyone had the kind of mother worth celebrating. Melissa still thinks you deserve something

pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x fem!reader (platonic)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family

content warnings: mother issues, mentions of alcohol

a/n: Hey, I know this isn’t my usual style or tone, but I felt like it was something I needed to write, and maybe someone else needs it today too. Sometimes, the people who are supposed to be there for us don’t show up in the ways we need, and that can hurt. But we don’t have to go through it alone. Even when it feels like it, there’s always someone who sees you, who will show up for you, and who thinks you’re worth it. So, this is for anyone who’s been struggling with a tough Mother’s Day, or any day when it feels like the love you deserve just isn’t there. Melissa’s not your mom, but she could be your family. And that, I think, is more than enough. Take care of yourselves. You’re more than enough, too. 💜

You didn’t think anyone would notice.

It wasn’t like you were crying in the corner or skipping class. You were still showing up, still smiling when needed. But the second Sunday in May always hit like a bruise that never fully healed.

You didn’t hate your mom. That would’ve been easier.

She was just… cold. Critical. The kind of person who made you feel like love was a thing you had to earn with perfect grades and never being a burden.

So yeah, Mother’s Day wasn’t your favorite.

You’d been quiet all day, ducking out of the lounge before anyone could ask questions, waving off Janine’s offer of a cupcake with a weak smile. You figured you could just get through it like always. Push it down, bury it under lesson plans and grading.

But you should’ve known better than to think you could hide anything from Melissa Schemmenti.

“Hey.”

Her voice stopped you just as you were about to slip out the side door with your bag slung over your shoulder.

You turned. “Hey, Melissa.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You makin’ a run for it, or are you just tryin’ to avoid the Hallmark circus goin’ on in the lounge?”

You gave a weak laugh. “Little of both.”

She didn’t laugh with you. She just looked. Eyes sharp, unreadable. Then she jerked her head toward her classroom. “Come on. I got leftover hoagie from lunch and half a bottle of red in my desk.”

You blinked. “You keep wine in your desk?”

She gave a half-smile. “Figure if I get fired, it won’t be for just the wine.”

You followed her inside.

It was quieter in her room, the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of her perfume, earthy, warm, something like cedar and vanilla. She sat on the edge of her desk and handed you a plate with half a sandwich on it.

You weren’t really hungry, but the gesture made your throat tighten.

She watched you pick at the bread for a minute before speaking again.

“You don’t talk about your mom much.”

You froze, fingers curling around the paper plate.

“It’s fine,” you said quickly. “I mean, she’s not a bad person. Just… not good at being soft. Especially with me.”

Melissa leaned back slightly, arms folded. “Lemme guess, everything was about not making a fuss, toughening up, brushing it off.”

You blinked. “Yeah. Exactly that.”

She nodded like she knew the type intimately. “Some people think love’s about keeping things in line. Quiet. Polished. But you know what I think?”

You glanced at her.

She softened, just a bit. “I think love’s loud. Messy. Gets under your nails. And if you didn’t get that growing up… that ain’t your fault, kid.”

Your eyes stung before you could stop it.

Melissa didn’t reach out, not right away. She just let you breathe. Gave you space to feel whatever you needed to feel without rushing it.

Then, finally, her voice came low. “You’re good, y’know. Real good. With those kids. With this job. And if nobody ever told you that before…” She paused. “I’m tellin’ you now.”

Your hands trembled slightly around the plate. “Thanks, Melissa.”

She gave a small shrug, but her tone was anything but casual. “You ever need someone to be proud of you? You got me.”

You nodded slowly, the lump in your throat giving way to a quiet smile.

Because Melissa Schemmenti wasn’t your mom.

But she could be your something-like family.

And that was more than enough.

She didn’t say anything else after that, just let the silence stretch between you like a blanket instead of a wall.

You sat with it. Sat with her. Took another small bite of the hoagie just to keep your hands busy, just to feel normal. Whatever that meant.

Melissa sipped from a coffee mug that definitely did not smell like coffee and passed it to you with a tilt of her head. “If I offer you a drink, that’s technically mentoring, right?”

You snorted. “Sure. Emotional support in a cup.”

She smiled again, small, real. “Exactly.”

The two of you sat there like that for a while. Sharing quiet sips, letting the day drift past. No forced conversations, no pastel decorations or awkward questions. Just the hum of the overhead lights, the muffled sound of kids still laughing in the distance, and the soft thrum of something like understanding.

Eventually, you looked up. “Can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“Did you… ever wish someone had been that for you? Like… someone steady?”

Her eyes softened, not in that sad, pitying way, but like she understood the ache in the question. “Yeah. I did.”

You didn’t push. Didn’t need to. It was enough that she’d said it.

“Guess that’s why I try to show up now,” she added after a moment. “For the ones who need it.”

You set the empty plate down beside her desk. “You do. Show up, I mean.”

She bumped your shoulder gently with hers. “So do you, kid.”

There was a pause, and then she reached into the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a tiny gift bag, plain brown paper with a bit of twine tied around the handles. Nothing fancy. But it looked so Melissa you couldn’t help but smile.

“Got you somethin’,” she said, like it was no big deal.

You blinked. “What? Why?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you for a second, like she was weighing something in her chest.

Then she said, “Y’know, today’s hard for a lotta people. And we always talk about the moms. The ones who gave birth, who packed lunches, who showed up at recitals. But there’s a lotta folks who didn’t get that. People who had to mother themselves just to make it through. People who still do.”

Your throat tightened.

Melissa looked down for a second, then back at you. “You’ve been takin’ care of yourself a long time, haven’t you?”

You nodded once. Couldn’t really speak past the lump in your throat.

She nudged the bag closer. “Then you deserve something. Not because you had the perfect mom. But because you kept goin’ without one. You still show up. Still care. That counts for somethin’.”

You opened the bag with trembling fingers.

Inside was a tiny potted plant. A bit of green in a chipped ceramic pot with a hand-painted ladybug on the side, wobbly and sweet, like it had been picked for the way it felt, not the way it looked.

“Thought you could keep it on your desk,” Melissa said softly. “Something alive. Something yours. A reminder that you grew anyway.”

You didn’t mean to cry.

Really, you didn’t.

But when you looked up at her, watery-eyed and holding that little pot like it was the most delicate thing in the world, Melissa just nodded like she’d expected it.

And this time, she did reach out, one strong arm around your shoulders, steady and warm.

You leaned into her without thinking.

Not your mother.

But someone who saw you.

Someone who stayed.

And maybe that was what love looked like after all.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N and Venom walk up to John Walker…

Y/N puts a hand on his shoulder…

Y/N: I’m only gonna say this once, Walker, but you’re not Steve Rogers-

Walker: gee thanks

Y/N: let me finish. You’re not Steve but you are still a good man deep down

Walker: (tears up a little) t-thank you

Walker holds up his taco shield…

Walker: do you think you and Venom could maybe-?

Venom forms over Y/N and bend the shield slightly back into place, not perfectly…

Venom: fixed! All better …well better-ish

Walker:

[on1knee4marksmen]

Quick thought while I'm trying to prepare for my goddamn exams, but Logan would be the type of father figure to go "What'cha doin'? Oh, math?? You want help? I mean, surely, it couldn't have changed since I managed to get the jist of it." and then ten minutes in he's throwing hands in the air and yelling "THEN WHY ISN'T IT WORKING!?" and you're there, as agitated as he is, like "I DON'T KNOW THAT'S WHAT I'M ASKING YOU!?!?"

Would later apologise he yelled (a muttered "'m sorry.." with the same energy as a cat that scratched you without thinking) and quietly cut up some fruit for you in the hopes that you'd forgive him (you can see the guilt on his face🥺)

Anyways I hate functions KILL ME.

[acosmicbee]

Would you be willing to make a platonic yandere head chef at like a very baller restaurant. And reader is just like the hostess or a waitress. And some big mean guy starts yelling and throwing a fit about something. The food being could or the wait time?????

Yes Chef

500 Follower Celebration - Day 6

"Y/N-?"

"Ah!" You jumped, whirling around with your hand clutched to your chest. "You scared me! Make some noise when you walk, please and thank you!"

Your boss just sighed, already exasperated, as he crossed his arms. He was the head chef and owner of the restaurant you worked part time at. Chef Adonis, or as you called him Donny/Don Don, was some former semi-famous chef who had decided to open a restaurant. He raised an eyebrow as you dramatically straightened your apron, making a show of recovering from being startled.

"Look, your stepdad called. Said something about being late to pick you up from your shift, so do you want to cover for Lindsay so you're at least getting paid instead of sitting in the staff lounge? She was supposed to work a double but no-call no-showed for her first shift and I doubt she'd be here for the second one."

Your nose scrunched in annoyance as you considered it. You didn't like Lindsay at all, she was super bossy and the kind of person who peaked in high school, but you kept your opinions to yourself. The servers, and even some of the cooks, were a gossipy bunch and anything told to one person would soon be known by the whole restaurant.

You were one of the younger servers, being a high schooler yourself. You worked part time, thanks to a favor your stepdad had cashed in so you'd stop annoying him and your mother for money.

"Eh... Sure, why not? As long as I get paid. Is Jade helping out tonight?"

Jake was the boss' daughter who sometimes did random stuff around the restaurant for some money. You went to the same school but never really talked outside of work due to her being a senior while you were a sophomore. You also weren't in the same social circles with her being a cheerleader who usually hung out with the sporty kids and you only really talking to your close friends and having the athletic proficiency of a cooked noodle.

Inside the restaurant though? The two of you were past the point of work besties. If there was anyone you'd consider gossiping with, it would be her. However, you refuse to add to the gossip already flying around. Last you heard, apparently one of the cooks was dating some older lady who was basically his sugar mommy.

"Yeah, she'll be here tonight. I expect you two to actually get work done this time." Okay, so maybe the two of you had spent the last shift you'd shared having a deep discussion about whether or not a root beer float was a soup. (It was, by the way, and you would die on that hill).

"Sure thing, Chef! We'll be good employees." You cheekily promised, grinning at his exasperated eye roll.

If Jade was your work-sister, Adonis was your work-dad. It helped he was one of the sole positive male influences, your stepfather didn't want to be your dad, and you didn't want him either. With the chef, you found it easier to relax a little.

"Y/N!" The door to the staff lounge swung open as Jade ran in. Her eyes were wide and she'd obviously been running. A cup of iced coffee was held in a death grip as she stared at you catching her breath. "Baklava. Is it a sandwich?"

"Lasagna." You answered. "It has layers with stuff in between."

"Oh my god. Y/N, get to work. Jade, you're serving today." Adonis said, sounding like he truly regretted his life choices.

"I serve everyday." Jade answered, taking a long sip of his coffee and dramatically flipping her hair.

The long-suffering sigh Adonis let out would have been concerning but you had heard it enough times for it to be normalized. You blew a platonic kiss to Jade as you grabbed your notepad and made your way to the hostess stand.

You'd likely be serving food during the shift you'd picked up from Lindsay, but for now you got to rest easy. It was still early, and everything was empty so you barely had to get up. It was quiet enough that Jade eventually came to stand over your shoulder as you both worked on a crossword while talking about school.

"He does realize he isn't our only teacher, right? He assigned an essay due the day of the AP Bio test. 5-Down is 'emu'." Jade complained.

You penciled it his answer, glad you weren't a senior who had to deal with that teacher yet. "That mega sucks. What's the essay on?"

"Something about the key themes in Frankenstein and what it says about society." He answered before pointing at one of the clues. "That one is luna."

"Oh that reminds me. What are you doing for halloween this year?" You asked, scribbling in the answer as well as another one nearby you'd figured out.

"No idea. Probably gonna check with the team and see what they want to do. Maybe we'll do something matching." She said before looking at you confused. "Why did that remind you of Halloween?"

"Oh, I was thinking about maybe doing something Sailor Moon related at first. I changed my mind though, so now I'm trying to find a new costume idea."

"Y/N, Jade! You two have jobs to do, you know!" Adonis scolded, appearing behind you two. You, once again, startled, yelping and throwing the pencil.

"Stop it!" You huffed, glaring at Jade when she burst out laughing. "It's not funny!"

"You sounded like one of those small dogs." She giggled, wiping away an actual tear as you huffed.

"Does this count as workplace harassment?" You asked Adonis only for Jade to hang off your shoulders, making you stumble.

Adonis sighed as one of the regulars entered the restaurant, not even giving a second glance at you trying to fight Jade.

"Afternoon. Table for one." He said, Adonis grabbing him a menu as you were still attempting to squirm away from Jade. "You kids ever decide whether or not a root beer float was a soup?"

"It is!" "Is not!" Were shouted simultaneously, which only started up the argument again. At some point in the middle of it all the phone rang and you picked it up, shushing Jade as you did.

"Hello, you've reached Elysium Dining, how can I help you?" You asked sweetly, flipping off Jade who silently made a dramatic show of crying in hurt.

"I need a table for six tonight." A man demanded, already sounding pissed off with you.

"Alright, let me put you on hold while I see if we have any availabilities." You said, hitting the button to make the hold music start playing.

When you found the options you connected the line again, ignoring how he was already angrily muttering about something. "Alright sir, we have openings at 6, 6:45 and-!"

"I'll take the 6:45." He cut you off. You wanted to hang up on him but didn't, forcing your best customer service smile even if he couldn't see it.

"Alright can I please have a name for the reservation?"

"James." He hung up on you before you could even say anything about the late policy. You just huffed, adding the reservation into the system.

"He sounded pleasant." Jane said sarcastically. You chuckled as you grabbed a menu for a couple of guests who had just walked in.

"Pleasant, Jane? Don't make me laugh. Hope he's not in the section I'm supposed to cover."

⟡🍽️₊˚⊹♡

You should've known this shift would turn into a disaster. The second your second shift had started Lindsay had shown up, clearly hungover, and openly argued with Adonis about working the shift you were now covering. She had quickly been sent home, thankfully right before the dinner rush started and the restaurant was full.

Now both you and Jane were running around, taking orders and carrying dishes. You were in the middle of running some drinks over when you were pulled aside by the guy working the hostess stand.

"You were the one who put in this table for six at 6:45, right? Well, they're here and making a fuss because they're over 15 minutes late for their table so their reservation was canceled."

You groaned, before handing your tray of drinks to him. "You run these drinks to table 5, I'll go deal with it. The beer is for the lady and the margarita is for the man."

Jane briefly spared you a glance as you made your way to the hostess stand where a man was there, fuming. Behind him were a couple of others, looking equally annoyed.

"Hello sir, I was told you had a problem with your reservation?" You said, the epitome of perfect customer service person.

"You were the one I talked with on the phone earlier, so you should know that I have a reservation!" He said, glaring at you like he was daring you to say no.

"Sir it is currently... 7:09. Our policy states that there is a 15 minute window where tables are reserved past their reservation time. You are almost 25 minutes late so unfortunately, your table has likely already been given to another party seeing as we're currently full." You said, already preparing yourself for whatever he was going to try and say.

"Are you serious?!" He explodes. You back away a little when he starts angrily gesturing as he gets even angrier. "You're going to find me a table right now because I reserved a table! So what if I'm a little late?! I have a life, unlike you!"

By this point the restaurant has gone silent, everyone is looking at the two of you. You're trying your best to keep your cool as he continues yelling at you, as if him being late was your fault. "Get me your manager! I want to speak to someone who actually knows what's going on here!"

You made the mistake of partially turning to ask Jane to get Adonis to handle this. In a split second you were on the floor, your cheek burning as black spots danced across your vision. Jane was at your side in an instant, helping you up as Adonis stepped between you and the man.

You were led back to the staff room where Jane pressed an icepack to your face. Outside you could hear yelling and eventually sirens. You felt in a state of shock as Adonis led a police officer to the staff room, speaking to you softly as he wrapped a blanket around your shoulders.

You gave your statement, Jane also giving a statement as a witness. It was a long and tiring process and when it was over you just curled up on the staff room couch, letting yourself drift off.

You woke up being helped to the back of a car, not even questioning when your head was gently supported by someone's shoulder. You let your mind drift as you watched the city fly by outside the window, not even noticing that the buildings were turning into larger and larger houses.

Jane carried your bag as Adonis picked you up, letting you curl into him as he carried you into a nice foyer. You were eventually led to a room you assumed was Janes. She eagerly picked out some pajamas for you to change into, even letting you shower in her bathroom.

After that she led you to her bed, letting you curl up beside her as she turned out the lamp. You were asleep by the time Adonis checked on you, looking fondly at the two of you cuddling.

"You make such a good big sister Jane. Take care of them tonight, yes?"

"Of course dad. As if I'd let anything else happen to them after tonight. I should've been quicker." She said regretfully, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"We both should have been. But the past is the past. Tomorrow, we can get them settled here. Now, go to sleep honey, I have some calls to make."

Jane nodded, settling into the pillows as she felt your gentle breathing against her cheek. "Don't worry, Y/N. Your big sister has you and she's never letting you go. Not again."

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There's one thing I also forgot to tell you guys about Killer!Child reader

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If a survivor get hits by your sword-umbrella or using the ability "Look" to throw at them vines, thorns, yellow flowers, and mushrooms will start to sprout from their body. It also gives them nausea and poison for 1 second and slowness for 2 seconds.

Imagine that child y/n is a killer

In an alternate universe, then yes.

Eyeless Child (Child!Y/N)

That little umbrella you're holding is secretly a sword. And your eyes? It's in a plant on your head, not in your face.

Eye Plant

"I will get you! Hehe"

•The plant on your head can highlight any survivor in the area for only 5 seconds, though you have to wait for 90 seconds to use it again to see them.

Smile

"Why don't you turn that frown upside down?"

• If you're near to any survivor you'll encounter and you used this ability, their vision will darkened, closer to distorted and tons of eyes will appear in their view with voices whispering in their ears, telling them to smile– that last for 5 seconds, giving you some time to land a hit on them. Cool down for 80 seconds.

Look

"HEYYY! Look over here!

• You can throw a water-shaped-like-leaf at them, if hit then they'll receive poison | and slowness || for 5.10 seconds and they'll get 20% damage, but if you miss your target then you will get slowness | for 3 seconds. Cool down for 70 seconds

Teardrop

"You're a meanie! I hate you!"

• This ability can make you heal yourself if your health is low whenever shedletsky, chance, Taph, guest, and Two Time (bro got buffed up now because of new update) stun/hit you making your health lower. However it can be only use once.

Umbrella

"Need shelter? Too bad!"

•This will make you dash forward and swing your sword at your target, giving them bleed | that last for 3 seconds and 15% of damage they'll receive. Cool down for 15 seconds