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Aaron Hotchner x child!reader

TW: angst, mentions of violence, guns, knifes, glass, Foyet, trauma??? neglect(I think), death, mentions of panic attacks(past), little bit of yelling, ooc most likely.

wc- maybe over 500 i forgot

a/n: trying out a new writing style, really slow in updating. Lmk if I missed any warnings I should add. Reader should be around 11-12. Gn!reader

"Music expresses that which cannot be said on which it is impossible to be silent on." -Victor Hugo

You stood by the musical hall, on your phone trying to text your father before you had to put it away. It was finally the day of your performance and no sign of him showing up. Restlessly you pulled your phone again while clicking on the contact;

Dad :)

Out came out messages only sent from you.

Leaving home soon!

Are you gonna pick me up?

Nvm babysitter offered to drop me off

Dad? You there????

Hello?

Saving you a seat, the usual

Are you gonna come?

I have to enter the building soon, won't be able to text

Dad?

Going inside, remember it's stage 4, seat 20, love you

Your finger hit the erase

You're still coming right?

"Hey y/n ! Hurry inside you have to change, you're the closing musician."

You looked up at the sound of your name, "mhm I will, I just need to make a quick call, I'll be there in a bit." The person simply shrugged and left as you clicked dial.

A few seconds passed by and as you were about to hang up the call connected.

Hotchner.

Dad?

Y/n? Why are you calling did something happen.

A sudden pang ran through your heart, you ignored the feeling before answering

Uh no I just thought you were- anyways are you doing a case right now?

No I'm, I'm with Beth, are you sure you're alright? Is Jack alright?

Jack's fine! He's with the babysitter and I'm- I'm at-

"Aaron is everything alright? They've already called our table."

You could hear Beth's voice linger with a bit of worriness, whether it was something bad happening or their date being ruined.

Listen y/n I have to hang up now, I'll check your messages afterwards if that's okay?

You choked back a sniffle,

Y-yeah no that's fine by me, have fun.

Love you y/n

Mhm

When the call ended you only shoved your phone in your bag and walked into the hall. It was filled with people, you pushed your way through and made it backstage with moments to spare; walking into a dressing room.

Sighing you decided it was time to change. You pulled out a dress shirt, vest and pants, before adjusting the red tie, the one your father gave you. You sat in the room for a bit before you pulled out the piece you were supposed to play. It seemed like almost yesterday....

You were just a small child who picked up the violin as a hobby. Your mother, Haley, had been playing the piano as a young girl but never really pursued it. Rather than wanting to follow her steps you wanted to be closer to her, and you learned that violinists have an accompanist. Your first lessons consisted of learning the basics, and the years after that was learning how to be in sync with your mother, which was easily accomplished.

You wouldn't say you were a prodigy but according to the public you were, and a good one at that. Haley would take you to small competitions and when you won them, she'd take it a bit further, but she would never make you do anything you didn't want to.

However during the events of Foyet you were in witness protection and dropped the competitions completely, only playing small duets with your mother. It was after Foyet had targeted your family, where you lost Haley, your one supporter, your accompanist, your friend, and most importantly, your mother.

bang bang bang

When those shots were fired you wished. Wished that your father had gotten here early. Or maybe your mother took the gun and shot him instead. Or perhaps that you had been shot instead. Instead of being dragged by Foyet. Instead of his knife greeting you. Instead of the stairs you were thrown against, the glass shards that had entered your palms. Right when he had finally finished tossing you around, he was about to step on your hands, the one thing a musician would care about most, your father broke the door and the fight commenced.

You grimaced at the memory, while you pulled out your brown case. Opening it you were greeted with the slight smell of pine.

"Hey kiddo how's practice going?" Your mom stood by your room frame.

"I'm almost done with the piece! I've been thinking if we could do this one together." You pulled out a sheet, ' Liebesleid (Love's sorrow)- Fritz Kreisler' "Love's sorrow? Why do you wanna play that piece?"

"Cause you used to play it a lot when I was tiny, and this time we can play it together!" You giggled while Haley sighed happily.

"Alright, I'll get ready, don't fall behind now." She walked to the common room, where the piano sat. You ran after her, violin in hand, along with a wide grin.

As she sat down, you stood by the open window, a small breeze flowing through. "Remember, when you play, don't feel forced to follow the tempo. Music is to express yourself, I only hope you don't force yourself to play, my love." She gave a smile before starting to play, you playing right after. In the original piece, both instruments begin at the same time, however there was this small pause when your mother started where you managed to catch her soft smile. It was the only time you got to see her properly before you focused on your playing.

'I just hope that with this, you'll get used to sorrow.' Haley thought sadly.

You sighed as you picked up the instrument and bow, slowly placing it on the desk before closing the case. This competition wasn't supposed to be as big as those you've attended before, but at the sight of your name a few people were interested in seeing your reappearance, and your music.

You walked out, heading for the recording room, where you watched the current person on stage play. They seemed nervous and they were off tempo, it seemed that the accompanist was trying to let the violin shine.

"(Y/n) Hotchner? Right after this person you're up." A worker announced, as everyone's head perked at the last name. "Hotchner? They came back!"

You nodded at the worker before turning back to the multiple screens. Even though there were multiple people attending, you weren't able to spot your father, maybe the camera couldn't reach his seating.

The person on screen ended their playing, a few scattered applauses could be heard. They sheepishly bowed before quickly running backstage where their accompanist followed.

"It's your turn Hotchner, be there in 3." You heard the worker as you turned to walk on stage. Once you felt like you were ready you walked through the curtain and onto the stage, your accompanist following behind you.

You finally stopped walking, faced the audience and held your violin in its rightful position.

"Oh wow it's really them! I thought they dropped music completely!"

"I bet they're going to take this competition just like others, did you hear there's judges here!? This is a lifetime opportunity."

"Let's just enjoy the show, I've missed their music so much!"

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Elohim, Essaim... Elohim, Essaim I implore you."

You struck 2 chords before starting the actual piece, Introduction et Tarantelle Op. 43

A minute into your playing you could hear the people murmuring.

"This is their playing? It's so plain, its like it's lost its spark."

"I expected the song to stand out, if they continue like this it's going to be just like everyone else's, painfully average."

'Their words don't matter. I don't care what anyone else says,' You brought your gaze on the audience, slowly looking for a certain spot. Seat 20! And just as you found said location, [video stamp 2:04] you slowed down your tempo, as if you were going to stop playing mid song.

Of course, it was empty

You felt your vision cloud and you repeatedly blinked, desperately trying to stop them from falling.

"(Y/n), kiddo, you know you don't have to do this." Your mother had a sympathetic look as she crouched to your height. "You're free to tell me you're not ready you know, it's brave to go on stage, but it's also brave to say you're scared."

You shook your head, "Nuh-uh! I've been practicing all this time. This is my first as an orchestral solist!! We've practiced and I'm ready, I promise mama!"

At age 9 you were already behind stage, waiting to play the assigned piece, Winter (L'lnverno) Op. 8 No. 4 F minor: Allegro Non Molto

You could say people envied you, being a young kid, and already being able to lead an orchestra. It was all fair, you managed to get into various competitions in such a short time because you practically devoted your whole freetime to practicing the violin.

Of course you enjoyed school, but not as much as the violin. You strive to get better, not only because of your enjoyment, but because you felt like you could connect better with your mother.

"Alright, remember, you're going to kill it kiddo. Enjoy yourself and play the way you want to be known as, not like a machine." She left a small kiss on your forehead as you turned around and went on stage happily.

Your felt the grip on your bow loosen and you immediately regained your composure. Whether it was the people's ill words or your bottled up emotions you took a deep breath and immediately sped up the tempo, catching the pianist off guard. [Time stamp 2:22]

"There it is!"

"Their playing is back!"

"They are gonna do it again, she's going to make this composition belong to them and them only."

"This is what I've been waiting for, the clash of an accompanist and a violinist."

You heard the audience cheer but you only shut them off. You glanced back at the accompanist, who only held a confused gaze, but at the sight of your smirk, they immediately regained their posture and chased after you.

So what.

So what if he's not here, you don't care.

You felt the tears fall and closed your eyes, your tempo neither increasing nor decreasing.

You never needed him, only her!

As your turn came to the end you finished the last note and strummed the violin, dramatically holding your bow in the air, panting out of breath. There was only a slight pause before the audience erupted into applause.

"WOOOOOOOO"

"THEY'RE BACK! THE (Y/N) HOTCHNER IS BACK"

"WE MISSED YOU!"

"YOU'RE AMAZING!!"

You were still out of breath when you put your bow down to your side before walking forward, bowing your head and walked to the exit.

"I've found the one."

Once you were out of the audience view you managed to place your violin on the bench but dropped your bow and fell to your knees, workers and competitors approaching you.

They all swarmed you but you only let out a happy sigh and laughed. The thrill came back and they all applauded you. You stood up, ignored your knees shaking and walked back towards the dressing room, placing your violin away and walking out of the backstage.

You sat down on a bench, watching everyone else. The other competitors were waiting for their results, just like you. Except they were waiting with their family, or friends.

You moved your gaze towards the floor, you didn't change out of the outfit you were because you had hope, hope that he would atleast be waiting.

You saw a figure loom over you and when you looked up you were shocked to see who.

"Spence?"

"Hey (y/n)! Glad I managed to find you, there's so many competitors I thought it would take me forever-"

"What are you doing here?" You cut off his rant, you weren't annoyed, rather you were happy to see him.

"Well I came here to cheer on my favorite musician, why else would I be here?" He waved a little flag that had, "go (y/n)" written on it.

"I'm honored! They're about to come out with the results, will you stay?" You stood up and hugged him, which he returned.

"Of course! I'm here to support you. A-and I also took a few notes of the piece you were playing. Did you know that-"

A swarm of people crowded the wall where a worker was setting up a paper, you beckoned Spencer to follow you. You walked up and pushed your way through, you could hear some sighs, some cries and even some celebration.

"(Y/n)......."

The letters to the right immediately lit your face.

"Mom-"

You turned back to meet Spencer, his eyes widening and your smile slowly faded.

"Spencer, I did it, I won first!" You declared with less excitement.

"That's insane! You definitely worked for it kiddo, get over here!" You walked towards him as he held you into a hug, surprisingly.

You smiled as you started to walk back to the bench you were originally sitting on. You grabbed your violin case and bag, debating whether or not to tell your dad the news.

Just as the both of you walked out the building you heard a small cough from behind you.

"Uncle Rossi!" You smiled brightly.

"How was my little niece! I saw you kick butt up on that stage!" He held you in a fatherly hug, one you needed. If you were to choose who to run to, Rossi would be the number one person. At the loss of your mother he was the one you'd turn to, as you didn't want to bother your dad, who was now a single father of two.

"U-um excuse me!" You felt a small finger tap on your back and you turned around, looking down at the small kid, who turned back to their, mother, who smiled at them.

"I-i just wanted to hand you these f-flowers! Y-your music was really a-amazing!" You took the bouquet of gladiolus from the kid's hands. You kneeled down and smiled softly, "thank you, they're very pretty." The kid quickly said welcome and ran back to their mother, who picked them up and told them they did great.

If that kid got a parent's recognition that easily, how come your father hasn't seen you yet.

"Looks like that kid beat me to it," Rossi handed you a (quite) larger bouquet of flowers, dahlias and camellias. You smiled, slightly struggling to carry all the items you held, but you were nevertheless happy.

"Did you know that kid (y/n)?" Spencer came up to you, grabbing onto your bag, you thanked him and shook your head. "I don't think so. I wonder why they gave it to me."

"Truth be told, I saw them in the beginning and they didn't have those flowers." You gave him a confused look, "What does that mean?"

He smiled and ruffled your hair slightly, "They probably ran to the closest place they could buy flowers after the show ended, all just for you."

You blinked, still confused but grateful, that atleast some people could enjoy your music.

"So how about dinner at mines?" Rossi offered.

"Are you sure? I think I'd have to ask my dad first-"

"Nonsense! You're basically my relative, if anything I'll just stick up for you."

"Oh then, I'd be honored." You lit up. It hadn't been long since you had dinner at Rossi's place, not that you minded, the food was always amazing.

"Great, it'd be a shame to waste all the food that was prepared already." He let out a small sigh, as he opened the door to the car. You walked in and he closed it, Spencer running to the other side to sit next to you.

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Once you arrived at the Rossi household mansion, you walked in and was greeted with a few confetti poppers. You jumped slightly, relaxing when you saw the rest of the bau team there, smiling.

"W-what are you guys doing here?" You smiled, for the nth time this day.

"We're here to celebrate, obviously, come on kiddo use that smart head of yours!" You heard a chuckle as a muscular arm draped over you.

"A little bird told us today was your competition and we watched it, you killed it by the way, and then ran over here to surprise you!" JJ sent a small smile at your way. You saw her as a mother figure, she definitely played a big role in getting over your slump.

Immediately a pink blur ran at you and you were held into a tight hug, which you recognized was Garcia.

"Oh my sweet bundle of joy you were amazing out there!" She pecked small kisses over your face, "I held back too much already you were just- words can't describe what I felt during your performance!" She hugged you tighter, if that was even possible.

"Alright baby girl, you're gonna kill her if you continue hugging her." You felt the hug fade away, while you enjoyed her hugs, they could be intense at times.

"I'm thankful for the support, and the surprise!" You thanked everyone, Rossi finally entering his place, with bouquets in one arm and your violin case in the other.

"Now for the best part, Rossi's cooking" Another voice rung through your head.

"Prenti- Emily." You entered into another hug, and you returned it. She backed away and took your hand leading you into the backyard, where a wonderful aroma hit your nose.

Multiple dishes, mainly Italian, sat nicely on the table, a few decorations adored the room, they were probably up by Garcia.

You sat in the middle of a side on the table, patiently waiting for everyone to sit down so you all could eat at the same time. When everyone was eating you sat still, your gaze looking over everyone who was either engaging into small talk or simply eating silently.

You felt the same emotion from the morning rise up, again you held it down, and started eating. Was it the nice atmosphere? Or maybe it was the small talk. No it was probably your imagination, right?

Why did this feel like a normal family dinner.

You finished eating what you could, got seconds if you wanted, and you thanked Rossi for the food, immediately running to the bathroom to wash your hands and ran back to the living room. Everyone looked confused when you came back in, a familiar case in hand.

You were still in your suit so better now than later right?

You stood by the glass doors that connected the backyard to the kitchen, a few small bulbs lighting up your small stage. You unzipped your case, pulling out your familiar instrument.

Rossi, who also had finished his food, stood by the piano, that seemed to almost be outside in a coincidence.

"During dinner, if it's okay, I would like to play a piece." You whispered the rest of your plan in Rossi's ear, who nodded along. He knew how to play the piano, not full protégé but he could follow the music sheet.

You looked at him, who nodded, as you held your instrument in a ready position.

"Elohim, Essaim... Elohim, Essaim I implore you."

You started to play, Rossi following after you.

Nocturne Op.9 No.2

You saw their faces light up at the source of the playing. The atmosphere seemed more cozy and they talked softer, as to enjoy the piece fully.

Your Uncle Rossi was able to keep up, and you didn't do anything out of the norm to keep the nice tone, maybe it was out of your style, but you also enjoyed playing what the composition was intended to sound like.

As the piece ended, you slowly bowed, and the table cheered, especially Garcia, who grabbed Spencer's hand that held the small flag and waved it around vigorously causing him to let out small protests.

You put your violin back in its case and you felt strong arms lift you up in the air, the moonlight shining brightly on the backyard, illuminating the flowers and the gazebo.

"I'm so proud of you kiddo!" Morgan smiled, and swung you around in the air, the cool breeze hitting you.

It was definitely the atmosphere, right?

You can't keep it down anymore.

A small tear rolled down, then another, and before you knew it you were clinging onto Morgan like no tomorrow, sobs echoing through the yard. The team immediately ran by your side, checking if you were injured, but you kept your grasp tight on Morgan, afraid of letting you.

"You're afraid aren't you?"

You looked at Prentiss with a confused gaze, it wasn't too much after your mother's death when she asked you this.

"Afriad of what?"

"Afraid of deep relationships. I know you don't like being profiled but you've tried to stop calling us by our first name. You've closed yourself off and I understand that but-"

"I'm not scared!" You immediately defended yourself, maybe hanging around profilers did have cons, you couldn't hide anything from them.

"I just ask that you try to keep with the first name basis, at least with me. Spencer already knows, I think it'd be easier to try with him too." She held your hand softly but you immediately recoiled from the touch.

"I'm not scared..."

"I know our jobs aren't the safest but, promise me you'll try?" She stood up, awkwardly cleared her throat and walked away, leaving you in shock.

"I'm scared." You sobbed out. You matured way too early, and your own father didn't notice much of it, in fact maybe he was relieved that you did. You didn't require much attention like Jack. Even then you were scared, of losing your father, or even the bau team.

After a few minutes of letting your bottled emotions out, you fell asleep, Morgan carrying you into a spare room in Rossi's house. Emily had briefed the team what you were dealing with an everyone felt sympathy, it was only a bit after 11 p.m when Hotch entered the yard, slightly out of breath, his hair messy, tie all crooked and a shocked expression, rarely ever seen.

"I got a call that, (y/n) is here." He fixed his tie and looked around the yard, just like he would search an unsub's area. His chest rose and fell quickly, lightly panting as he regained control of his breathing. He continued to walk, making sure to scan the area, trying to find something, anything that would alert him that his child was here.

"Yeah, the kids here." Rossi assured the disheveled man in front of him before crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow. "The real question is where were you?" He speaks in a stern tone, it's almost funny how he's the one acting like a father.

Hotch stares at the older man in disbelief. Why is he being questioned? He's the father looking for his child, can't they just tell him where they are? Hotch breaks from the eye contact, sighing as he runs his hand through his messy hair, removing the strands that fell in front of his face. He sighs once more, knowing he wouldn't win this without answering.

"I was with Beth, we had a date planned. Now where is my child." His voice was cold, but a small amount of panic laced his words. The team around him could only sigh, some seemed almost disappointed. Emily and Spencer sent each other confused looks, both communicating with their eyes.

"What, is it wrong to want to spend time with my partner when there isn't any work?" Hotch asked, almost offended. He too had a life outside of the BAU. Normally he was asked to take a break and now they want him to stay focused?

Rossi could only chuckle while the rest of the team looked at him. Spencer seemed to speak up, "Listen Hotch, we don't mind you spending time with Beth, we're all happy you finally are leaving the shell of yours." His tone seemed to become angrier.

"But when your child, (y/n), is having a competition, and goes out their way to also leave their shell, I expect you to be the first person there, not Morgan, Emily, everyone on this team." His words were laced like poison, and Hotch could feel it crawl through his veins and into his heart. His heart that suddenly felt a sharp jab at it.

"Do you know how much (y/n) stayed quiet about?!" Spencer continued. It was quite rare to see him so agitated. "Hey pretty boy maybe you should-"

"No. He needs to know Morgan!" He cuts off Spencer. "He needs to know how much (y/n) cried, how much they hid that their father never looked their way anymore!" He seemed quite affected by this, his own relationship with his father was also like this at one point. Then he just left.

"(Y/n) has been trying, struggling! They've tried to move on to no avail. Yes they've made a big step in attending a competition, something they quit. It would have meant a lot more to them to see their father there with them! They CRIED while YOU were having an AMAZING time with Beth."

It was quiet. Too quiet. The team stayed silent, the youngest in the team had just yelled at their boss but deep down they all were supportive of his words.

"Do you know their favorite food? Their favorite songs? How about their favorite color, their favorite book? What about their grades? Did you know they had over 6 panic attacks and was sent to the nurse at some point. Did you know that they always woke up after them, asking for their father?!"

Hotch stood there, like a deer in headlights, staring at Spencer as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. How could he have forgotten? The few times you did speak was about the competition. Hell you even asked if you could take Jack that day but he refused, thinking you were just going to keep him home and Jack needed exposure to other people, even if it just was a babysitter.

"Sometimes, you act like (y/n) doesn't exist, and it shows."

Spencer sighed once more before walking , "I hope this is your wake up call, Hotchner." He bumped into Hotch on the way to the house, most likely on purpose as he went upstairs, most likely to go to your room to check up on you.

Hotch stares in front of him, dazed, in disbelief. Had he really not realized how much time had passed? He assumed you distanced yourself because you were growing up. He was quite happy, seeing that you didn't need as much attention as Jack but was he actually hurting you by allowing you freedom? He feels his throat swell as he clears it, slowly looking up at Rossi.

"Have I really been such a bad father? I-I thought I was helping them by giving them space. Have I actually been harming them?" How he hoped that the older man would dispute, telling him no, that he tried his best, but Rossi simply nodded

Had he really been that absent from your life?

"Nothing is so common as the wish to be remarkable." -William Shakespeare

a/n: First time actually finishing a post wooo. Any feedback would be appreciated. I do take requests, just not very speedy at doing them. I'll work on a abt me post and stuff. Hope you enjoyed, feel free to support me if you do it would mean a lot<3

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The hobbit x reader

Bilbo x child reader

Bilbo bagging was known as a play boy in the shire, not just to hobbit lads and lasses.

So when it comes to the dwarfs and Gandalf arrive to Rivendell, they are surprised by Elrond knowing his name, but only meeting him for the fist time in person?

Imagine even more to there suppries to a Gorgon (snake hair) child running to Bilbo yelling father!

Bilbos daughter has been studying with lord Elrond for a year.

Bonus if you put (y/n) asks if Thorin is your new mommy, que the dwarfs laughing.

Thorin x Bilbo

father!Bilbo x child!reader

You didn't precise the gender of the child so I used They \ them. (gn! reader).

waning: My bad writing, this is my first request so I hope you like it.

In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. The name of the Hobbit was Bilbo Baggins.

Bilbo Baggins was a very known hobbit beyond the Shine. He used to be a "playboy" in his "youth", as he liked to call it, but now he had stopped after that God offered him one of the most magnificent gifts in all his life.

Now he was offered a second gift, but this time he was relucted in taking it, but he eventually come around as he saw a small possibility of seeing his baby, his child.

As you may have guessed, Bilbo's first gift was for a child. A child not like the others. They were everything to him, the only person who brought out the best of him.

He could remember every detail about them, every first thing, their first step, their first word, he was there to see it. Unfortunately, he may not watch them grow, as The ugly orc hunted them down, and even with the brown wizard driving them away, they still got caught, forcing them to fight.

"Where are you leading us?" Thorin asked his eyes burning with anger, yet the grey wizard didn't respond, he just turned to him with a scowl planted on his face before he continue moving, and as much as Thorin wanted to argue with the Gandalf, he knew they didn't have time, either they follow him or they die.

They fought their way or rather the Drwaf did, to a cave where they followed a mysterious path, Leading them to a beautiful place, full of immense buildings connected to each other, and everything about it screamed majestically. It was nothing compared to what Bilbo had seen in his life.

"Valley of Imladris, in the common time, it's known but another name" Gandalf exclaimed his face full of joy at the familiar place.

"Rivendell" Bilbo continued for the grey wizard. He felt a sense of relief and happiness for different reasons from Gandalf. He couldn't believe he was standing a few feet away from the place, where…

"Here lies the last and only house of east of the sea" Gandalf interrupted Bilbo's thoughts, explaining to everyone (Biblo) the brief history of the place.

"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy" thorin spitted, his face showing every little bit of hate he had towards the Elvens.

"You have no enemies here Thorin Ocanshild" Gandalf's face turned to a scroll again at Thron, who he felt disappointed for letting his hate cloud his mind.

"the only ill will to fear in this valley is what you bring yourself" Gandalf continued eying the young prince in front of him. While Bilbo stood there, on Gandalf's side, his hand moving in the air. He couldn't help the smile that grow on his face, and he shyly tilted his head in an attempt to hide it until it disappear, yet it never did, not when they walked to the entrance, not even when the Lord addressed him, with knowing eyes.

"Mrs Baggins" Loard unacknowledged the Hobbit's presence, who just nodded his head. Which resulted in suspicious looks sent his way, especially from the grey wizard, who was more than sure that the two never meet.

"I didn't know you were an acquaintance of mister Baggins, Lord Elrond" Gandalf questioned, raising an eyebrow, giving Baggins a quick glance over his shoulder. The Lord only smiled in response.

They all enter and Bilbo didn't even notice, his eyes were busy searching for something or someone. He was absent-minded, that he didn't even notice the grumpy Drawf, passing the map to Lord Elrond, who gave it one look before ordering his man to bring his apprentice, and before Thorin could protest, Gandalf shut him out with a stern look.

"Papa!" Their head snapped toward the voice, to see a child, not like the other. A few feet away was a child running toward them, before throwing themselves on the hobbit who catch them quickly like a reflection.

"(Y/N)" He lifted you up, smiling with watery eyes at your happy expression that he longed for.

Oh, how much did he miss you.

"Who is that?" One of the dwarfs asked, cutting the small father-child reunion.

"This is my child, (Y/N)" Bilbo pointed at the child beside him, who smiled at the company before saluting them in the Eleven way.

"Greetings to Thorin II "Oakenshield son of Thráin II, king under the mountain and his company. I'm (Y/N) daughter of Bilbo Baggins, apprentice of Lord Elnord " You stood high earning a proud look out from Lord Elrond.

"Wait you have a child!!!" the dwarves' jaws dropped, except Thorin whose brain was connecting the dots. He understood now, why Bilbo Baggins' eyes lit up, why he was so eager to enter the palace, and why the Elef seem to know he was.

Biblo turns away hiding from the company glares. How dare he not tell us, that's what they all were thinking about, while you just stood there smiling so brightly like the sun, they had to close their eyes.

"But you look so much different than each other?" Kili voiced thorin question, which earned him a deep blush of embarrassment from Bilbo not like they could see it.

You look at your father, noticing the red on the tip of his ears making you giggle. You knew your father so you decided to explain.

"My father used to be..what was the name.." Your eyes turn to the right side "Ah…a playboy…My father used to be a playboy, he was known as beyond the shire, in all the lads and lasses." The dwarfs again turn to the shy Hobbit as he hides his face this time with his hands, as he remembers something.

"I'm Gorgon(child with snake hair) just like a mother" You elucidated when you notice the looks of disbelief in their eyes.

"That explains a lot" They nodded to each other, before turning back to Bilbo.

The hurt on Thorin was evident, and you notice it, as he glared at your father. Like he was ready to kill him. At first, it scared you until you notice the jealousy, and that is when it hit you. Thorin was in love with your father, and think that he's married. but does your father reciprocate this feeling?

Yes, he does! He was giving an apologetic smile to Thorin, who scoffed, and you saw an opportunity so you took it.

You tugged your father's sleeve before asking "Is he, my new mama?" You turn to Thorin when your father just kept looking at you with wide eyes "Are you my new mama?" Thorin'eyes almost popped out of his skull. He starts stuttering before he turned to the laughing dwarf with a glare that could shut up anyone, but they couldn't stop.

It was too hilarious, seeing flustered Thorin. Rare sight!

"(Y/N)!" Bilbo run to your side, "What?" you blinked innocently, "You luve him, he luves you and you are my pap so he is my new mama" You explained in a matter-of-fact tone, just causing the dwarves to laugh more and more, some were even on the floor, crying!

Even Lord Elnord and Gandalf were laughing, their heart out at the two flustered males.

#thorin x bilbo #father bilbo x child reader #xreader #xchild reader #The hobbit x reader #company x reader #request #first request #Dwarf #x child female reader #x child male reader

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 9 months

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Derek Morgan X Victim child reader P1

Can't believe I've written more than 40 oneshots fir Criminal minds already.

Request: Hello! Could you please do one with Morgan or Spencer x victim (boy) reader? If you don't want to or don't have time it's okay!

Of course I can

This is part 2 ⬇️

Third person pov...

Y/N was tired, he was scared, he was covered in cuts and blood, the 10 year old had been kidnapped and He wasn't going to be let go anytime soon.

It was a few weeks ago when Y/N was walking home from school it was late almost 5pm, the 10 year old had tennis after school, the practise ran late and his parents where still working and older brother was at his part time job, so the boy walked home alone, he was careful and kept to well lit roads and stayed near homes.

Weeks before when the killings first started the FBI were called in as a serial killer was out kidnapping kids when they are alone, Y/Ns school had gotten a visit from the agents themselves and they told them what to do if it happened to them.

They also gave them a profile of the killer. He was a while male, in his late 30s, he would seem quiet, trusting and liked kids a little to much, but was quick to anger and would use force if his victim wouldn't listen, he was a preferential killer and only took and killed young boys aged 10 to 13.

His house wasn't far from the school, the boy was thirsty as he was getting his water out of the bag someone from behind approached him, the boy looked out of the corner of his E/C eyes, he saw a man, he had a friendly smile on his face as he watched Y/N, it was creepy.

"Hey there, you okay son" he asks Y/N nods slowly not trusting this guy one bit. "Just getting some water" says Y/N remembering the profile, if this guy was the killer, he didn't want to make him angry.

The man still didn't leave but was watching the boy, once he finished drinking, the man moves his hand towards the boy, Y/N moved back slightly 'bad move' he thinks eyeing the guy carefully. the man only smiled tightly and pet his head it was rough as if the man was trying to not show his anger.

Just as Y/N goes to stand up the man moves closer, and Y/N moved back the hand on his head didn't move but he gripped the H/C locks tight Y/N cries out in pain. "Let go of me!" he tried to yell but it comes out as a whisper.

the man's face turned angry, Y/N tries to twist out of the hold, but the man was strong, the 10 year old then kicks the guy shin as hard as he could. "You little brat!" he exclaims letting go of the boys hair to hold his leg.

Taking this chance Y/N quickly abandons his bag and everything in it and started sprinting he made loud sounds and yelled loud hoping the people in their homes would hear him but was unsuccessful, he ran and ran until he tripped over his laces.

The boy went forward, his chin hit the pavement first along with his hands then his knees, they were defiantly scratched up, he cries in pain but stands up he cant stop running, he looks back but the guy isn't there confused he stops running, which wasn't a smart idea.

A hand covers his mouth an arm wraps around his arms and waist trapping them he g=can only kick his legs, with in seconds he was out cold, the man smiles at the unconscious boy in his arms and begins carrying him to the conveniently parked van.

Time skip...

When Y/N woke up he was lying on a mattress it was dark, he didn't know where he was, the scared 10 year old sat up shivering he was cold, still only wearing his tennis uniform from practise, Y/N stands up the room he was in was small and the ceiling was low.

His chin aches as well as his hands and knees, the man hadn't bothered to patch him up and just left the child to bleed. As his eyes adjusted Y/N looked around him he saw a window a small window but big enough for a 10 year old to squeeze through, only thing is he was high up at least two stories if he was too jump the boy would mostly likely brake his legs, The room didn't have a lot in, but was covered in dusty boxes to Y/N it looked like an attic.

He was in an attic. "oh god" he whispers horrified, he's been kidnapped by the Unsub and couldn't escape, hot tears begin falling from his eyes but he makes no sounds, HE wouldn't be happy if he heard the boy crying, Y/N doesn't know how many hours go by until the man came upstairs.

His face appears scaring Y/N, the man had a smile on his face but Y/N knew it was fake, the boy wipes his face from tears. "come here Y/N" says the man in a kind voice, Y/N hesitates but crawls over to the opening.

The man is pleased at him obeying, Y/N knew about the victims before he just needs to play along until he is found. Soon he is led downstairs by the man still not knowing his name. "Why am I here" askes Y/N but is ignored.

The creep leads him to the kitchen. "What do you want for dinner Y/N" asks the man keeping his voice kind his eyes search the boy in front of him, the child is confused why is he acting like this, Y/N is beyond confused. "I-can I have spaghetti and meatballs?" asked Y/N after moment of silence he is met with a slap to the face.

It was a powerful slap the H/C boy is forced to the floor no sound escapes him; he holds his reddening cheek as terrified E/C eyes filled with tears watch the man. The Unsubs eyes are dark with anger his hand still raised, then suddenly he is back to normal and as if nothing happened, he helps Y/N to stand.

'what a psycho' thinks Y/N as the man now known as 'Ben' apologises to hitting him, Ben helps the boy to stand "I'm sorry Y/N can you ever forgive me im such a bad father" says Ben, Y/N freezes. "Father?" he questions inching away he was ready to be hit again.

This time Ben onlysmiles and ruffled Y/Ns head a smile on his face. "of course, im your fatherY/N" he speaks anger lingering as he watches the boy, Y/N then quickly playsalong he smiles fake. "yes of course im sorry father" he cringes as he callsthe Psycho infront of him father.

After that happened Y/N had to play along with Bens delusion that he was Y/Ns father, every time the boy did or said something Ben didn't like he'd punish the boy.

The 'punishments' consisted of him beating the boy until he was bleeding or passed out, the one Y/N hated was when Ben would tie him to the roof of the attic by his wrists and run a knife along the boys skin.

Torturing him for hours with different sharp objects, before long Y/N had learnt to stay quiet until it was over he forced himself to stay alive, he had to see him family again.

After he was done, he turned back into the kind man Y/N first met, he would take care of Y/Ns cuts like a parent would and then leave him in the attic for hours and hours, sometimes he forgot to feed the boy so Y/N was left alone to think off a plan of escape.

Once the 3 week mark had hit Y/N had his plan, it was well thought out, he needed to be quick and sneaky, as usual his 'father' would let him out of the attic for food lead him to the kitchen and ask "what would you like Y/N?" he asks a smile on his face.

'now' thinks the boy, he groans and curls into himself making a pain expression, just as he thought Ben acted just as he knew he would a worried father. "Y/N! son what wrong?" he yells holding Y/Ns 'limp' body, the boy continues to groan in pain,

Pained eyes look up into Bens eyes. "father I'm not feeling well, I need to go to the hospital" Y/N manages to say before 'passing out' in his fathers arms. "Y/N! wake up!" yells the worried dad.

Ben then walks outside the boy held gently in his arms, there weren't any houses around for miles so no one saw the boy, he then puts the car into drive and they begin making their way to the hospital, from his seat in the back Y/N smirks his plan had worked perfectly.

To be continued...

So sorry for the wait but I decided that I liked writing this so much that it should have a part 2! Hope you have liked it so far, sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes!

Word count: 1600

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #angst #kidnapping mention #heavenly delusion #derek morgan x child reader #derek morgan #x victim child reader #xmale child reader #unsub is creepy #ubsub #trauma #xchild victim #derek morgan x child victim reader

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tr4gictea · 1 year

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OMG HIIII

its so hard finding writers that do xchild!reader or teen!reader

.·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

Can i request a sagau where the creator is a teenager?

How do you think the difference genshin characters would treatg them ?

Love yaaaa!

❥ Masterlist

Summary: You land in Teyvat after trying to play your favorite game. After trying to keep your age a secret the dendritic archon somit he’s on you.

Tags: Mostly fluff, teen!reader, platonic

A/n: Thank you for the suggestion 0rah-s! :D This is kinda short but there will most likely be a part 2. There are definitely spelling mistakes in here, please let me know how i can improve pls. Love u all <3

Part 2

After a long day of school, (y/n) relaxed in their chair and powered up their PC to play their favorite game: Genshin Impact. But as they clicked on the icon of the cute mascot the icon’s color inverted. You only brushed off the glitch as a weird bug. When the window popped up it looked different then usual with the sky behind the floating pillars a scarlet red.

“Wtf… is my game glitching?” (y/n) thought to themself as they tried click the x in the corner of their window to close the screen. Key word ‘tried’. The window refused to close while the game started to build the door into teyvat. (Y/n) watched the screen as a blinding white light surrounded their vision until there was nothing.

………..

When you landed in Teyvat you none questioned you appearing as a teenager because it’s quite rude to ask someone their age. They will treat you as if you are an adult. But the truth will eventually come out but it wasn’t how you expected.

“Your grace, are you sure you can sign contracts?” Nahida asked as you while you were meeting with the Acting Grand Sage, Alhaitham and the Dendro Archon, Lesser lord Kussinal.

Shit. Nahida knew that you were 14. She looked in Irmensal the moment you arrived. “Yes I should be.” You said looking at her with eyes that said PLEASE DON’T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY AGE PLEASE PLEASE.

But apparently she didn’t get the message “Well I only ask this because of your age.”

Alhaithem’s eyes shifted towards you and raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t mind me asking your Grace but how old are you exatctly?”

“...”

“No comment.”

“There Grace is 14!”

“Nahida!”

Alhaitham stair went blank and was most likely was forming a million questions in his head when he asked “Who else knows?”

“Just Nahida and now you too.” You gestured to the small archon than Alhaithem.

“Hm, I will inform the other leaders of this and Lesser Lord Kussinal will you please inform the other Archons of this matter.”

“Wait- What?!”

……………..

Day passed and you left Sumeru to visit people in Monstat. You were greeted with a parade of people waving and throwing gifts at you. After a little while the crowd dispersed and you saw a familiar green bard sitting on a statue of Barbatos.

“Ah! Your Grace!” Venti said as he got up from his spot sitting on the statue’s hands. He used his anemo abilities to float himself without hurting himself. “Or should I say my young Grace?” He said smirking

“What?”

“I take that back, it sounded cooler in my head.” Venti said as he slung his arm over your shoulder as you chuckled. “But, back on topic! YOUR 14?” Shouting the least part a little too loud catching the attention of a few bystanders.

“VENTI SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You whisper yelled at him as he chuckled. “And yes I am 14.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” the bard asked with sincerity in his tone.

“I don’t know, I just thought it would be a little awkward and I didn’t know what would be the right time to do so.”

“Understandable, we all thought you were older than at least 30 from the way you act, but what about your family?”

“What do you mean? They’re probably back at my home living their life.”

“Not on your planet but here on teyvat, from what I can tell you have no single person to have as a parental fig-” You shove a hand in Venti’s face before he finish, knowing what he was going to say.

“No, absolutely not, I don’t need a ‘parental figure’ in my life telling me what to do.” You said putting air quotes up for parental figure. “And like you said I act older than I am.”

“That doesn't mean your still not a kid.”

“Doesn’t matter, point is that I don't need someone looking after me.”

……………..

Once (Y/n)’s finished their business in Mondstat she left for Liyue since the Lanturen Rite festival was about to take place. Little did they know that they would be met with the Liyue Qucixe.

Ganyu, Keqing, and Nigguang were standing right on the entrance of the harbor, when you came into view Ganyu was the first to run toward you. She grabbed your cheeks in her hands with a worried expression on her face.

“YOUR GRACE YOU’RE 14?!” She said slightly shaking you “WITH THE AMOUNT OF WORK YOU’VE BEEN DOING IT ISN’T GOOD FOR A CHILD!”

“Ganyu calm down, and let them go.”The bold voice of Ningguan said from behind Ganyu. She then turned to face you “Your Grace, it’s lovely to see you again.” She said with a smile on her face.

“It’s great to see you again too.”

“If you would like to come with me I have reserved a spot at the Liuli Pavillion if you would like to join me for lunch.”

“Of Course, I would love to join you.”

Time skip d:

After a bit of talking and eating Ningguan cleared her throat and asked if she could have a serious talk with you about something.

“I have a feeling this is about my age.” You said while cleaning sauce off your mouth with a napkin.

“Yes your Grace,” Ningguan said “I’m afraid that’s the problem.

Part 2?

#Genshin Sagau #Genshin x teen reader #Genshin impact x reader #Genshin #genshin #Sagau #sagau headcanons #platonic genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Ngl this is my first time requesting so I’m kinda nervous

ANWYAYS

could I maybe request a (or any Hashira/character of ur choice :3) Gyomei xchild!reader?

Gyomei(or like I said , any character of ur choice idk ) comforting reader during a thunderstorm?

SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE :((

(also I don’t mind if you don’t do this request :3, remember to take care of Urself!)

Oh holy shit. Ofc I am gonna write Gyomei, Gyomei is literally the best dad out there so I will write him comforting child us in a thunderstorm! :D

Himejima Gyomei- Typoon Shelter

“I know it’s loud… but it won’t hurt you” Your beloved adoptive father, Gyomei’s loving yet powerful voice weaved through like silk as he brushed a big but somehow comforting hand past your hair as you land flat on his lap. From thigh-to-thigh, you took up the whole space and Gyomei could have you on his lap in this fashion without you spilling off onto the ground, thanks to his enormous size

Gyomei was awoken by your hysterical crying and it sent him to spiral of alerted thinking, charging through his Estate’s hallways with his weapon and guards all the way up in preparation to crush in the demon but no. You weren’t being attacked by a demon unjustly, you were squeaking in horror at… the sounds of the thunderstorm

Now, that makes a lot more sense than he had ever suspected… you’re always safe from demons but the weather is blaring and irritating

Gyomei had dropped his weapon instantly and approached you, brushing a hand over your back softly to pick you up and lay in his lap, flash forward to the current state with your lovely father patting your head and back, showing zero signs of exhaustion despite both of you being up so early in the morning.

He didn’t even care how early it may be. He only cares to make his beloved child sleep peacefully so it doesn’t matter how many hours it takes to put you to sleep again as he continued to stroke your hair in a calm and calculated pattern, slightly massaging your skull with skilful fingers. You’re so precious…

Your terrified hiccups and sobs died out throughout the minutes Gyomei stayed still with you propped up in his lap and his hands comfortingly stroking your body as to truly sign to you he will always be around to protect you. From absolutely anything that scares you and you always knew that

Gyomei nursed you everytime you had even so much as a bleeding scratch, Gyomei always helped you get through the foods you didn’t like. He is so soft and gentle, you love him so much

As you felt your exhaustion kick in with your intense fear over the thunderstorm fading alongside the booming strikes of thunder, Gyomei couldn’t help but smile at you as he picked you up from laying down to prop up on his chest and cuddled him. He didn’t need to be able to see you to know you’re such a cutie. You felt even more safe and comforted in your father’s huge warm arms…

“Don’t worry, my precious. That storm nor anything in this world, will ever do anything to you… I promise”

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bingbongsupremacy · 5 months

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Marvel

The Non-romantic/Platonic/Family stories will all have (xchild!reader), (xbaby!reader), or (Platonic)

Bucky Barnes

Series

Forget Me Not : After an unexpected encounter with HYDRA, Bucky is left without memory of who you are.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 To Be Continued

Steve Rogers

Gumball Machine : All you want is a gumball. Unfortunately, you're out of change. (Pre Super Soldier)

#fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel #marvel x reader #avengers #marvel x you #marvel x y/n

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alexa-fika · 1 month

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Papa to the Rescue (Mihawk x child!reader)

Teasing Distractions (Mihawk x child!reader)

New Begginings (Mihawk x Winged!Child!reader!) Part Two~

Escape, Friend, Return (Mihawk x Winged!child!reader x Zoro, Sanji)

Fruitless Negotiations ( Mihawk x blind!child! Reader)

Baking Fails (Mihawk x winged!child!reader)

Repercussion Stance (Mihawk x child!reader)

Parties and falls ( Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)

Menace ahoy (Whitebeard pirates xchild!reader)

Enemies Yesterday, Babysitters Today (Whitebeard pirates x Dracule!winged!child!reader)

Monkey Sitters (Dracule!child!reader)

Cuddly Dangers (Crocodile x child!reader)

Bye Family, Hello Family ( Luffy x brother!reader)

Lost Sight ( Sanji x child!blind!reader)

Ghostly Mishief ( Sanji x ghost!child!reader)

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kining-the-evil · 1 year

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Heathers(1988) Masterlist

Masterlists

Request

Jason Dean-

Headcanons

Valentines Day Headcanons

Oneshot

A Little Bit Crazy- Y/n finally gets the chance to speak to the infamous Jason Dean, and finds they have quite a bit in common.

Movie Night Promises- Jason Dean had a little sister(xChild!reader)

Cough Syrup- You get sick at school and Jd is the only one who can pick you up(sister reader)

Heather Chandler-

None yet

Heather Duke-

Headcanons

An s/o who plays basketball

Heather McNamara-

none yet

Veronica Sawyer-

none yet

#jason dean #jason dean x reader #heather chandler #heather chandler x reader #heather duke #heather duke x reader #heather mcnamara #heather mcnamara x reader #veronica sawyer #veronica sawyer x reader #heathers (1988)

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solartape · 2 years

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Genshin Impact ⁀✦

Series/AUs

Fem x Thoma - Strum my heart strings (ongoing)

synopsis: Being everyone’s dream guitarist girlfriend and being in a trio band “YXK” with your friends xiao and kazuha is a hard career. You also stream sometimes making a fanbase for yourself. Your fanbase made basic content of you but one particular hit in your fanbase was a ship between you and cooking streamer Thoma, you never really minded the ship till one gig you got where he attended just to see you

Oneshots

Kazuha 📕🍁

Bandages [GN!reader]

Kill me once, Kiss me twice [x Heizou]

Fainting in school has its benefits [GN!reader]

Choke. [GN!reader]

Xiao 🎐🏮

Let me hide your tears [GN!reader]

extraordinary [GN!reader]

Kujou Sara 🏹🌩

Bad habits [GN!reader]

Nilou🌺🌊

Dance with me! [GN!reader]

Ballet AU [GN!reader]

Scaramouche ☔⚡

Aftermath [GN!reader]

Moments like this [GN!reader]|

Thousand times more Thousand times again [GN!reader]

Gas Station shenanigans ft. gamer bf [GN!reader]

Out of nowhere [xKazuha]

Checking up [GN!reader]

Busy mistake [GN!reader]

Finding my heart [GN!reader]

Crystal Heart [GN!reader]

Your voice, my name [xChilde]

Thoma 🍡💌

Autumn outside the post office [GN!reader]

Confess Coaster [GN!reader]

Drafts

Genshin Scenarios - On again Off again , Love you like Oxygen PT1

Oneshot - Ceilings by Lizzy MacAlpine [Xingyun]

TAGLIST: OPEN

@minyoungieee @artemfication @raely-study @mayasshitposts @melodyyamino @racoonlvr

(art credits kinneticto) (removal of taglist please dm me)

#solartape #solartape writes #solartape masterlist

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queendominion · 6 years

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Like Father Like Daughter |Antisepticeye x Child! Reader|

One thing you will quickly learn about Anti’s child is that they are no different than him.

TW: Blood, violence

Anti never thought he would be in this situation. He never would have thought that the hero would actually be able to pin him. How could he? After all he thought he was the most powerful, and in a way he is. So how is it that Jackie is on top of him, ready to “kill” him? The answer was simple: The demon let his guard down in his most vulnerable state. The fans weren’t as excited about him recently, which made him weaker and the other SepticEgos stronger. So now here’s Jackie, pinning him down, ready to kill him and his beloved knife too far to reach. Anti would of course struggle if it wasn’t for the fact that Marvin and Chase shot at him and landed a few hits on him in his leg, arm, and somewhere around his abdomen. Luckily for the Glitch he managed to do damage to them as well before this happened.. So at least some of his pride was still intact. Anti continued to stare up at Jackie with a blank stare as the room quickly silenced for this moment, Jackie simply looked at him with anger and pure and utter hatred. Putting Jack in a coma must have been the final straw. Soon the silence completely shattered by the sound of Anti’s disoriented and maddening laughter, causing the hero to glare at him,

“Y͘ou ̧re͘ally th̀i̡nk ̛t̵ha͞t I͢ ̧a̵m̵ ҉go͢i̴ng͝ ̵t̷o d̶ie͘? Í a͠m e͢t̷er͘n̕a͢l,͢ ̸i͡m͟m̴ort͢al! ҉Noţh́ín̡g͞ ͟can̡ ̧k̸ill m̵é! Not ͡év͜e͠n͢ yǫur prec̨io̧us ̀J͏a͢cka̧b҉o͘y̡- ” Jackie didn’t want to hear anymore the moment he heard Jack’s name come out of his mouth. All he could feel was rage as he began to punch the demon’s face, feeling satisfaction when he felt or heard a crack.

“You NEVER talk about him! You never deserved his kindness! He only allowed you to live because the fans kept wanting more of you! He was the greatest friend and, and...” Jackie lost his words as tears went down his face as images of Jack popped into his head. The other egos just watched from the sidelines. Marvin wanted to so badly go over there and help, but he knew Jackie might accidentally lash out at him. Henrik, who was treating an unconscious Chase, watched on with worry. But the doctor’s eyes went from the them to the now stirring problem that began moving in the corner. Henrik always questioned what a child like yourself was doing here. His immediate thought was that Anti had abducted you from your home in order to use you against them in some way. Marvin and Chase did everything they can to avoid hitting you and Henrik tried to grab you in an attempt to take you to safety.

But that wasn’t quite the case.

What they didn’t know was that you weren’t taken from your family, Anti IS your family. You somehow came out of Anti’s mind or body, neither your nor him really know. And the others never seem to have realized that you glitched like your dad did or realize that the black velvet choker on you neck hid your strangle mark. You stared blankly ahead at Jackie and Anti, as if analyzing the scene. You knew he was losing this time.. And it made you both angry and scared. The other egos weren’t important to you, hell you didn’t even like them.. Even at the time of your creation you always had this deep resentment towards them. You never even met the egos up until this point, the only reason you knew them (although you didn’t know who was who) was by what your dad told you. Your gaze soon fell to the bloody and still knife that was only a few feet from you. Something inside you told you to pick it up, like it was a desperate need. You slowly made your way over to the knife, no one really paying attention to you as you did. You let your fingers gently grasp the knife handle, glitching slightly, and looked at it with an emotionless stare. You tilted it slightly and watched the blood drip down to your finger and then looked back at Jackie, who the latter was still punching and shouting at Anti. You didn’t appreciate the fact that he was still hurting your dad and without knowing, you started walking over to them. Not running. Not jogging. Just slowly walking to them, with dull eyes staring at Jackie. Marvin and Henrik noticed you moving toward the two, yet they weren’t sure what you were doing.. Weren’t you scared? But neither of the two knew your dark intentions. Soon you were directly behind the unaware ego, knife at your side and your gaze flickered between a dull one and insane, blood thirsty one as your body glitched.

Anti was sneering at Jackie with black soulless eyes until he saw the knife raised over Jackie. The hero noticed his confused look until he felt an agonizing pain in his side. With a small scream of pain, he fell over and moved off of Anti, clutching his now bleeding side. Anti stared at Jackie before looking back at you with a slightly shocked expression as his eyes went back to being a dark blue. He never knew you would actually stab an ego, he always thought you just stared and watched him... Meanwhile, without another word, Henrik immediately ran over to the injured ego, making sure he stayed clear of you. You watched him for a moment and saw Marvin try to get up, but it was already too late.

You grabbed your dad and glitched away.

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As soon as you teleported back home and away from the chaos, you found yourself in a staring contest with Anti. Nothing was said, nor was anything done. The bloody knife was still in your grasp, blood was dripping off it and onto the floor, but it didn’t matter to you. The satisfaction of stabbing Jackie was still there, but not as strong. Anti soon crouched down to your height and nuzzled his head into your hair and closed his eyes. You did nothing as he did and let him do it. He then pulled away and gently grasped the hand you were holding the knife with. Thinking your dad wanted that back you loosened your grip on it until he made you grip it again,

"T͘h̀e ͠ha͟r҉d̛e҉r ̸th́e g̡r̵ip ́ţh͘è ̵more ̧con͏t̡rol̨ y̶ou͟ ҉ha̢v͘e ̨o̢n͢ ̀i̛t͘." He tells you as he re-positions your hand and fingers on the knife that way you were holding it more properly,

"͞Sa͝m͟e ͞w̛a͘y ͟with͏ h̕o̢w y̷òu'̸r͠e ͟h̶old͏ińg̴ ͠i͠t̕.͠" He said quietly as he examined the way you were holding the knife and nodded when you were holding it correctly. Anti then looked at you again and gave you a small proud smile as he ruffled your hair and walked away. You watched him leave with a look of shock before turning your attention back to the knife. You stared at it for a bit before a small feeling of happiness filled your body. After that you walked to your room without another word.

You didn’t need another word.

You didn’t need to do anything else...

What just happened was all you needed.

It was all you needed to know what your pa͟th ͘wàs̶.

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