#adorablue answers

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I have an idea for you: what if the reader has to leave town permanently for personal reasons, like an arranged marriage... and with that Jayce, desperate to lose his love, kidnaps and chains the reader, maybe he even says he's with the reader for Viktor (maybe Viktor will feel happy about this). May they both be Yanderes for the reader in the future. Man, I think Viktor would manipulate Yandere Jayce?

gagagagaggaga wow yes.. sorry this took so long!! exam week is HARD

WARNINGS: yandere, mature themes , angst no comfort <3

You never thought it would come to this. The letter, carefully sealed with an elegant wax emblem, had shattered your world the moment you opened it. The arranged marriage to someone you barely knew. It was final, unchangeable.

Your family made this decision without consulting you first, and now you were bound to a marriage for the money.. to a certain Graham Who-Cares-Of-Last-Names.

Tommorow, you would leave this city—your home—for a future not of your choosing. Your love for Piltover, for its progress and potential, could not change your duty.

Nor could it erase your feelings for him.

You hadn’t told Jayce. How could you? His ambition burned brighter than any Hextech crystal, his dreams bound to this city’s destiny.

You could not tether him to your burdens.

A knock on the door startled you. You turned, heart racing. “Come in.”

Jayce stepped inside, the dim light framing him like a hero from a storybook—tall, broad-shouldered, his sharp jawline set with determination. A speak of the devil, and he just arrived.

His dark eyes searched yours, stormy and unreadable. “I heard,” he began, voice low, “that you’re leaving.”

Your breath caught. How did he find out? “It’s… complicated.”

“You didn’t tell me,” he whispered, stepping closer.

The weight of his presence made the room feel smaller. “Why?”

“Because it wouldn’t change anything,” you murmured. “This is my family’s decision. I don’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice,” Jayce said fiercely. He grasped your hands, his grip firm but gentle. “You don’t have to go.”

“You don’t understand,” you said, tears prickling your eyes. You pulled away. “This isn’t about love or dreams. It’s duty. Honor.”

“Forget honor,” Jayce growled, moving away from you. “What about what we want?”His desperation made your chest ache.

“It doesn’t matter.”

His eyes darkened. “It matters to me.”

Before you could react, he pulled you against his chest, his arms circling you like steel. His heartbeat thundered against your cheek.

You remained like that for a few seconds, feeling your heart break. "Jayce.."

He pulled away, going over to the table. His back was turned to you as he pured you both some drinks. You smiled and took your glass, taking a few sips.

The burning sensation made you relax.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered. “I won’t.”His words carved into your soul.

“Jayce…”

He tilted your chin up, his eyes burning into yours. “If you won’t stay willingly, then I’ll make sure you can’t leave.”

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You woke with a start. The room was unfamiliar, the air thick with the scent of metal and oil.

Panic surged through your veins as you pulled against the weight on your wrists—chains. Cold, unyielding iron bound you to the sturdy bedframe.

“Jayce!” you cried out, your voice echoing in the dimly lit workshop. You called out again.

And again, and again. And for hours, you cried. Your cries filled the room, until you physically couldn't yell anymore.

He appeared from the shadows, his expression a storm of emotions—guilt, anger, and fierce resolve. “You’re safe.”

“Safe?” You tugged on the chains. “You call this safe? What are you doing?!”

“I’m keeping you here,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I won’t let them take you.”

“This isn’t right,” you hissed. “You can’t force me to stay!”

His jaw clenched. “I’m doing this because I love you.”

“You love me?” Tears streamed down your face. “This is not love.”

His gaze faltered. “I’m saving you.”

“From what? My own choices?” Your voice cracked. “Don’t you see? You’re taking my freedom, just like they are.”

His hands balled into fists. “I can’t let you go.”

Silence stretched between you. Then, softer, “You already have.”

The weight of your words shattered the air between you. Jayce staggered as if struck.

Every feeling you once had for Jayce- all the love, all the thoughts.. they all went away. Obsession was a curse. It wasn't love. How could hurting the one you love mean any good?

Youe sobs filled the room. Your vision was so blurry you never even realised when Jayce left.

He hadn't hurt you physically, of you don't count how the weight of the chains made your hands go numb. But mentally, morally..

And he was nowhere near done.

[adorabluesposts]

Hi I saw your post 3 days ago saying that your commissions were open. Could you please write anything about Bruce Wayne and the reader with a Mr. and Mrs. Smith dynamic? Could be the 2024 version or the 2095 version, either works.

Summary: Married by day, adversaries by night. You and Bruce Wayne live the picture-perfect life in Gotham’s upper echelons—charity events, gala appearances, and morning coffee rituals. But behind closed doors, your worlds collide as secret assassins working on opposing sides. Tonight, the truth comes to light.

note: sorry if this isn’t how you pictured it!! i had some fun with it..

The soft rustle of silk and the scent of expensive bourbon filled the room. You stood by the bar, your hand steady as you poured yourself a glass of wine, swirling the dark liquid as your eyes flicked to the reflection in the window.

Bruce’s tailored silhouette loomed behind you, a tension coiled between his broad shoulders, eyebrows furrowed intensely.

“Late night at the office again?” you asked, voice smooth and calm, just like honey.

He didn’t answer immediately. His footsteps were measured as he crossed the floor, the weight of his presence settling in your chest like a held breath.

He slipped off his cufflinks, placing them on the marble counter with the careful precision of a man used to concealing his every move.

“Work never ends,” he replied.

You turned, leaning against the bar as you met his dark gaze.

His eyes, always so difficult to read, held a spark of something new tonight—suspicion, maybe. You felt it like a dagger poised at your back.

“I noticed,” you murmured, lifting the glass to your lips, the wine matching the shade of your lipstick.

A sharp silence stretched between you. Maybe to some it would be awkward. To you, it was calculated.

You had been trailing a target for weeks, a notorious underworld figure whose dealings had led to whispers of weapons smuggling and political manipulation. The name you received in your mission dossier sent a jolt through you—Batman.

Of course, being -- undercover -- one of the best assassins the world has lived to see, such a job should not be hard. But when Batman was so good at hiding..

And Bruce… Bruce had been more absent than usual. You knew the patterns of his disappearances too well. The small bruises he didn’t bother to explain, the fatigue hidden behind a charming smile, and the telltale scent of leather and smoke that clung to him when he thought you were asleep.

Bruce Wayne was Batman.

You weren’t supposed to know.

But that wasn’t the real secret between you.

Setting your glass down, you tilted your head, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

“How was the fundraiser?”

“Productive,” he said evenly.

“I heard some interesting things,” you continued, circling around him. Your fingers brushed his sleeve as you walked past, feeling the tension coil tighter beneath your touch.

“About a new player in Gotham. Someone… dangerous.” You hid your smirk.

He turned slightly, his eyes following your every move.

“Dangerous how?” You didn’t miss the way his voice dropped, a quiet growl of warning that might have made a lesser opponent flinch.

“Someone with a penchant for precision.” You stopped in front of him, your eyes locked on his. “And secrets.”

A flicker of something dark passed across his face. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you wondered if he would break first. His fists tightened, bit he left the tension when he took your glass of wine from the table.

But he didn’t. Bruce Wayne never broke.

Neither did you.

“I suppose Gotham has its share of secrets,” he said, voice smooth as velvet.

You chuckled, stepping closer. Your hand grazed his tie, loosening it with a slow pull.

His eyes narrowed slightly, watching your every move as if you were a threat he couldn’t quite pin down.

“Some secrets are more dangerous than others,” you whispered.

The air between you thickened, crackling with the kind of tension that came when truth teetered on the edge of a blade.

“Are they?” he asked, his voice barely a breath.

Your hand dropped to your side, your fingertips brushing the hidden blade beneath the slit of your evening dress.

He knew. You knew.

The unspoken truth hung between you like a noose, tightening with each passing second.

A beat passed. Another.

And then, in perfect synchrony, you moved.

The blade in your hand met the gauntlet hidden beneath his sleeve, sparks flying as metal clashed against reinforced armor.

You spun, using his momentum to twist free, your back hitting the wall as he pressed forward, trapping you with a strength that stole your breath.

“Who sent you?” he growled, his voice no longer the polished veneer of a billionaire but the raw, unfiltered anger of Gotham’s Dark Knight.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you shot back, your eyes burning with defiance. His grip tightened, his body a wall of heat and tension against yours.

“Try me.” For a heartbeat, you were nothing but silence and stares. The perfect couple unraveling, masks torn away to reveal the truth beneath. And God, the truth had never felt so thrilling.

“Let me guess,” you said, your breath uneven as you smirked up at him. “Wayne Enterprises' sudden surge in covert surveillance tech wasn’t just business. You’ve been keeping tabs on me, haven’t you?”

Bruce’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark with unspoken fury. “I had my suspicions.”

“Suspicions?” You arched a brow, twisting your wrist just enough to loosen his hold. “That’s a dangerous word.”

“So is assassin.” His voice was sharp, cutting through the space between you.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across your lips. “I prefer specialist.” You chuckled.

He leaned in, so close that his breath warmed your skin. “And I prefer my enemies alive. But you’re making that difficult.”

Your heart raced, adrenaline and something far more intoxicating surging through your veins. “Good.”

The moment snapped like a wire under too much tension. You pushed off the wall, twisting around him with practiced ease, your movements a fluid dance of precision and power. Your blade sliced through the air, narrowly missing his cheek as he ducked and countered with a blow that sent your weapon clattering to the floor. But you didn’t need it. Not with your bare hands.

You lunged, grappling him in a blur of strikes and blocks, your bodies colliding like storm-tossed waves. The world narrowed to the pulse of your heart and the rhythm of your combat, each move a deadly symphony of force and finesse. For all his strength, Bruce was calculating. Controlled. But you—

You were chaos. And chaos had always been his weakness.

Finally, you found yourselves locked in a brutal stalemate, breathless and bruised, the heat between you burning hotter than ever.

“You’ve been lying to me,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

“So have you.” The words hung there, a challenge, a confession, a promise. And then, slowly, deliberately, Bruce’s hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing a stray lock of hair from your cheek.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Was any of it real?”

You stared at him, your chest heaving, your heart a thunderstorm inside your ribs. A few beats passed. And you thought it was long, but when you replied, to Bruce it felt instant.

“Every damn second.”

He kissed you then—hard, fierce, desperate. The kind of kiss that tasted of betrayal and longing. And as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, you knew this was the beginning of something far more dangerous than anything you had ever faced. Because love, like always, was a game. And neither of you knew how to lose.

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I saw you changed youre profile to be more Dick Garyson themed?? Idk when that happened honestly and I'm probably late but whatever😅

I'm going to send a request for dick x reader later probably but for now I really want to know your thoughts on him? like how much do you love him? WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER OTHER THAN HIM.

.. are you Batman?🙃

Hey anon!!

Ahh I love Dick. He's my baby in every way. I would DIE for him🧎‍♀️

I honestly used to not be a very big fan of hero's but my dad introduced me to Iron Man when I was 9 and it all just... evolved from there! I used to be in denial and say i liked My Little Pony more, though. we don't talk about that (I'm an equestrian)

Took a break from Marvel when i was 11 and for half a year I didn't watch ANYTHING related to heroes. And then I started with DC... and..

Yeah. I watched so many movies and series and read so many comics at this point. My brain is filled with all the backstories of every character and yet I can't remember what 2+2 is

And out of all the series and such, I honestly love Titans. I find myself rewatching it every few weeks/months. God, I love Rachel. And Dick and Jason (who made them so damn fine)🔛🔝🧎‍♀️

But, yeah, other than Jason and Dick I really like Rachel Roth(raven) and Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)

And yes, I'm Batman. How did you know?