Briar Vayne

Prompt: Klarion insists he doesn't need sleep, but is clearly nodding off on your couch.

The apartment’s warm, humming with that late-night quiet where even the city outside sounds half asleep. The TV’s still on, throwing soft light across the lounge; some mindless documentary Klarion said was “pointless mortal trash” before settling in to watch the whole thing anyway.

He’s sprawled across my couch like he owns it, boots hanging off the armrest, cloak half-slipped to the floor. Teekl’s curled up on his stomach, purring like an engine. I can hear the low sound of it even from the kitchen.

“I told you not to touch the thermostat,” I call out, drying my hands. “It’s hot in here.” No response. Typical.

I roll my eyes, still talking as I grab a glass of water. “You know, for someone who claims to be an ancient cosmic being, you sure watch a lot of bad TV. What’s next, soap operas? Reality shows?”

From the couch, there’s a faint noise, half a groan, half a word.

“I’d sooner die than watch mortals cry over roses,” Klarion mutters, voice low and lazy.

“Oh, so you were listening.”

“Unfortunately,” he sighs, stretching an arm over his face. “You talk too much.”

I take a sip of water, sarcastically. “Right. I forgot you prefer silence and chaos.”

"Competence, and chaos,” he corrects automatically, though his words slur just a little. “Neither of which you provide.”

I grin. “You’re cranky tonight. Rough week tormenting the innocent?”

He lets out a small, dramatic groan, like even responding is beneath him. “Mortals are so… boring. I hex one bus and suddenly there’s Justice babies all over me.”

“Maybe don’t hex buses,” I offer.

“Maybe don’t lecture me,” he fires back, but it’s weaker this time, more of a mumble than a threat.

Teekl shifts, purring louder, and Klarion’s hand moves lazily to scratch her without opening his eyes.

“You better not be falling asleep on my couch,” I call, turning off the kitchen light.

He scoffs, eyes still closed. “I don’t…sleep.”

“Right, you just lie very still and make snoring noises.”

“That’s… meditation,” he insists, voice trailing off. “Very advanced chaos technique… You wouldn’t understand.”

I laugh under my breath and shake my head, grabbing my glass to walk over. “Sure thing, master sorcerer. Don’t strain yourself achieving inner peace on my couch.”

No retort. Not even a glare. Just the faintest sound, something between a sigh and a snore.

I pause halfway to the couch. “Klarion?”

Teekl lifts her head, blinking at me like I’ve interrupted something. Klarion doesn’t move. His arms draped over his face, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only thing breaking the stillness.

For a second, I just stand there, caught between disbelief and amusement. The mighty Lord of Chaos, unconscious on my couch, tangled up in a blanket that smells like detergent and me.

I set my glass down quietly and crouch beside him. Up close, he looks almost… peaceful. His usual sharpness gone, replaced by something softer: eyelashes resting against his cheek, hair falling over his forehead, the tiniest crease between his brows that refuses to relax even now.

“Yeah,” I murmur, rolling my eyes. “Definitely doesn’t need sleep.”

Teekl blinks once, slow and deliberate, before curling back up. I settle back against the edge of the couch, the TV still humming low in the background, and let the warmth settle over the room again.

It’s rare for him to be like this. Quiet. Still. And I don’t say it out loud, but maybe I like it more than I should.

“Not that you asked,” I mutter, tugging the fluffy blanket up over his shoulders, placing my glass on the coffee table. Teekl stirs but stays put, purring louder, clearly approving. Klarion grumbles something muffled, half a protest buried in the folds of the blanket, but makes no real effort to sit up.

“M’not- sleeping,” he slurs, eyes still shut. “Just… recharging… chaos…”

“Uh-huh,” I deadpan. “You’re gonna recharge right through my Netflix queue.”

A twitch of his hand, a half-muttered curse, and suddenly the lights flicker. The TV clicks off.

“Seriously?” I groan. “You can’t even pretend to be quiet when you nap?”

He opens one eye lazily, glaring at me with all the effort of someone who can barely lift a brow. Some battles aren’t worth fighting.

Standing up, I pet Teekl one last time before leaning down to ruffle Klarion’s hair gently. The faintest smirk quirks across his half-asleep face, and I press a quick kiss to his forehead, careful not to wake him fully.

“Don’t drool on my cushions,” I murmur.

With that, I step away, glancing back once at him sprawled comfortably on the couch. Teekl twitches her ears at me, purring contentedly, and I let the warmth and quiet of the apartment settle around us.

Dropping another little draft before my streak of not posting returns TAGS: @chrisrue15

Prompt: Klarion struggles to show his emotions, so he does what any rational immortal would, freezes time.

"You’re quiet tonight," I observe, glancing at him as I cross the street. “Did you finally run out of things to complain about?”

I pop another chip into my mouth and finish the carton, crumpling it in my hand. We’d spent the last few hours at my apartment, but when I said I couldn’t be bothered to cook, we ended up walking to a fast-food place instead. Now he’s walking me back instead of teleporting us, which is a miracle. I tell myself it’s fine, I could use the exercise.

Klarion kicks a rock down the street, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. The streetlights cast that weird orange glow on the pavement, and for once, he’s not talking.

“I’m thinking,” he says eventually, grumpy as usual.

“Dangerous habit.”

He shoots me a glare. “You’re very smug for someone who can barely handle their own kitchen.”

“You burned popcorn last week,” I remind him.

“It was experimental fire magic!”

“It was a microwave. You should’ve just asked me to show you how to use it.”

He huffs, looking away, “You’re lucky I tolerate you. And that stupid microwave.”

“Oh, tolerate, is it? That’s sweet. Really warms my heart.”

He mutters something under his breath, too low to catch. I smirk. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” he answers quickly. Then, after a beat, he floats to catch up to walk next to me. “You could do worse, you know.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Worse than what?”

“Then me.” He keeps his gaze fixed forward, tone annoyingly casual. “Mortals throw themselves at all sorts of useless, boring creatures. At least I’m interesting.”

“How much worse could a Lord of Chaos possibly be?” I say.

He tilts his head, pretending to think. “Well, you could end up with one of those dull little Justice babies.”

“So, my options are you or a guy in spandex?”

“I’m simply saying I’m a catch.”

“You just admitted to almost setting my kitchen on fire.”

“That was controlled chaos!” He gestures with both hands, a little too dramatically.

“Pretty sure it screamed when you pressed the start button,” I remember the weird sound I didn’t think a microwave could make.

“Machines are weak,” he insists, crossing his arms. “They fear me.”

“So does my smoke alarm.”

He glares, and I can’t help but laugh. “You think this is funny,” he mutters.

“A little.”

“I’m trying to be nice!” he blurts out suddenly, and it takes me a second to realise how sincere that sounds coming from him.

“This is you being nice?”

“What do you expect? Flowers? A serenade? Mortals are so particular.”

“I’d settle for a new microwave.”

He sulks, “You’re impossible.” He’s quiet, hands deep in his pockets. After a pause, he says, more uncertain,“You could still do worse.”

“You’ve said that.”

“I was making sure you heard it.”

“Oh, I heard it.”

“And?”

“Still thinking about the guy in spandex.”

He groans loudly, tossing his head back like I’ve personally offended him. “Ugh, why do I bother blessing you with my presence.”

“That’s a question for both of us,” I say. “Would you stop coming over?”

“And deprive you of my company?”

“I’d survive.”

“You’d suffer.”

“Not really. I’d probably get a new microwave.”

“You’re obsessed with that machine,” he declares. “It’s unhealthy.”

“Says the immortal chaos gremlin who visits my apartment uninvited.”

“Visits?” He scoffs. “You should be honoured. Do you know how many mortals get my attention for more than five seconds?”

“I don’t know- three?”

“Less!” He points at me, triumphant, like he’s proving something. “See? You’re special.”

“Because you decided to loiter in my kitchen?”

“Because I chose to!”

“That’s… not the compliment you think it is.”

Klarion stares at me, clearly offended. “You mortals are impossible to impress.”

“Maybe don’t lead with ‘You could do worse.’”

“It’s true!”

“It’s not flattering.”

“It’s factual!”

I grin at him, just to make it worse. “So factual, it’s romantic.”

“I can be romantic,” he snaps.

“Oh, sure.”

“I can!”

“Alright, then, prove it.”

“Fine, I will!” He stops walking, throwing his arms out dramatically like the street’s his stage. “When the stars burn out and the seas run dry, I'll be there!”

I blink. “That’s… kind of intense.”

“It’s poetic!”

“It's sounds like a war declaration.”

He glares. “I hate mortals.”

“You keep hanging around one.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because you’re-” He stops, grimacing like he just bit into something sour. “Never mind.”

I smirk. “Because I’m what?”

“Don’t.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Say it, Klarion.”

“I will not-” he starts, but then his voice cuts off.

The world cuts off with it. The engines of cars pause, and I notice because the city has never been quiet.

Klarion exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “I can’t do this when you won’t take me seriously.”

I blink, glancing around at the silent, motionless street. “You froze time because...?” I drawl out.

“Because you mock me!” He points an accusing finger, expression somewhere between furious and mortified. “Do you have any idea how difficult this is?”

“Talking?”

"This!” He gestures between us, pacing a few steps before spinning back around. “You! You make jokes, and you roll your eyes, and then you smile and I-” He stops himself, groaning into his hands.

“You’re the one who hangs around me, you know what I'm like,” I remind him softly.

“Exactly!” he snaps, voice cracking a little. “That’s the problem.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’m the problem?”

“Yes! No- ugh, don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you think this is funny.”

“You’re yelling at me in a frozen street. It’s a little funny.”

He makes a strangled noise of frustration, pacing a few steps in a tight circle. “You don’t get it. I don’t do this. Mortals, friends, whatever this stupid thing is. And you- you act like I’m just some… stray cat that won’t leave you alone.”

“Well,” I say carefully, “you did break into my kitchen that one time.”

“Because you said you missed me!” he blurts out and then looks like he immediately regrets it.

I blink. “I said I missed Teekl.”

“Same difference!”

“Not really.”

“It is!” He drags a hand through his hair, muttering to himself. “You’re infuriating.”

“You’ve mentioned that.”

He stops pacing. For once, he’s completely still, eyes on me, expression oddly serious. “I don’t want to be your friend,” he says finally.

The words hang there, flat and blunt and a little too honest. And I feel even myself pause at his seriousness.

I open my mouth, but he keeps talking, voice lower now. “I don’t want to be the annoying thing that shows up when you’re bored, or the chaos you feed fast food to. I just-” He hesitates, struggling for words. “I want to be something else.”

I stare at him for a moment. “Something else,” I repeat.

“Yes. Something that’s not… this.” He gestures vaguely between us, then grimaces. “See, now it sounds stupid out loud.”

“It’s cute,” I respond, smiling before I can stop myself.

He groans, throwing his head back. “You see?! This is what I’m talking about! You never take me seriously!”

“Because you say it like a riddle,” I reply. “Just- what are you trying to tell me, Klarion?”

He falls silent. Then, through clenched teeth, “I like you.”

The way he says it, clipped, like it physically hurts, makes it somehow worse and better at the same time.

I blink, trying to process that. “You like me.”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“How else am I supposed to say it?”

“Like it’s not embarrassing!”

“You stopped time to tell me you like me. We’re way past embarrassing.”

He glares, red creeping up his neck. “I could leave this whole planet right now and pretend it never happened.”

“You could,” I say, smiling faintly. “But you won’t.”

He hesitates, and that tiny moment of silence is the closest I’ve ever seen him come to shy. Then he waves his hand, muttering something under his breath.

The world slams back into motion. Sound, wind, the city breathing again. A car horn blares in the distance like nothing happened.

Klarion immediately starts walking again, faster this time, head down.

I jog a few steps to catch up. “So… you like me, huh?”

“I will turn you into a frog.”

“That’s not a no.”

“It could be if you keep talking.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I don’t blush!”

“Sure, sure.”

He glares over his shoulder. “Be quiet.”

“You like me, though.”

He groans, picking up his pace again, muttering something about “mortals and their stupid faces.”

I grin to myself and catch up, looping my arm through his. Our hands brush, brief and warm, and neither of us says a word. For all his power and posturing, he sure doesn’t pull away.

TAGS: @chrisrue15 @jade-digital Random Klarion fic as I work on longer ones

Klarion x reader one-shot Overview: Klarion x magical user - They meet again after a long time with history between them.

Centuries ago, I stumbled into him.

...Or perhaps, he stumbled into me.

I was tracing the leylines across dimensions, charting the magnetic pulses of dying stars. He appeared like a glitch in the pattern. At first, I thought he was a nuisance; nothing more than a chaotic blip in the universe’s hum. A child with too much power and too little direction.

He called me a pet of the universe, laughing like it was the greatest insult he could conjure. I ignored him. I thought if I didn’t engage, he’d disappear. He didn’t. If anything, he seemed delighted by the challenge.

Then came the duels.

He’d appear without warning - pulling me into magical standoffs, riddles woven into curses, games that threatened to tear apart the threads of reality. And I played along. Not because I wanted to... but because he made it impossible to refuse. Each time, he made it interesting. I once spent three cycles unravelling a spell that turned all time around me into a looped song. Another time, he forced me to chase my own name through twelve shifting realms. It was always chaos - but clever chaos.

Then the gifts appeared.

First, it was a doll. Stitched with thread spun from discarded hair, woven through with starlight pulled from a collapsing nebula. A prism left silently in the stillness of my chambers. It sang only when I was alone, humming forgotten lullabies in a language no one had spoken in millennia. It had no use. No power. Just… sound. Just something to fill the silence when no one else was there.

I knew what he was doing, of course. In the old traditions, lovers offered tokens, ribbons, gloves, and locks of hair. Klarion, being Klarion, just twisted the practice until it bent into something more… him. More strange. More real.

These were his ribbons. His whispered declarations. Unasked for. Unwanted. And yet... deeply intimate. Intimately wrong. But something about them lingered. Not just the gifts, him. He’d begun to press into the folds of my life like a crease in time that wouldn’t smooth itself out.

We were something then. I don’t know what to call it - a pairing, perhaps. Though, we never said the word ‘love,’ we never had to, not with how he looked at me when the stars bent our names into the dark.

We orbited each other, never fully colliding, but always pulled back together in the end. We spent a considerable amount of time together - a privilege, or perhaps a curse, of being immortal. During those centuries, we put our work aside. We existed only for each other, in our own pocket of warped time.

But it changed when Klarion turned his gaze toward Earth. At first, it was typical theatrics. Then it became more violent, more cruel. He unleashed plagues of chaos on children, and cities; laughing as he did it. Hundreds died. Perhaps thousands. Maybe millions.

As a deity, my grief was not for the mortals - not in the way humans understand it. But even I, an embodiment of a concept older than form, had doubts when the rivers ran red. That much death… leaves an echo.

Then I learned of Vandal Savage; an immortal tethered to Earth. Klarion killed him a different way each day, until, on day one hundred, he declared Vandal had 'finally gotten interesting.' But I saw through it. I saw instantly how Vandal played him, fed his arrogance, and used his chaos like a weapon.

I warned Klarion. Told him Vandal saw him as nothing more than a tool with a tantrum. But Klarion wouldn’t hear it. Wouldn’t hear me.

Years passed like walking through deep snow. I stayed. For too long, I stayed. And in staying, I began to lose myself - slowly, painfully, piece by piece. I grew. I had to. Time makes you softer, smarter, or colder.

He didn’t take it well. I’ve never seen him so utterly undone - anger, denial, bargaining, all the stages of grief flickering across his face in a heartbeat. Lost in the storm of his feelings. And for a moment, I truly felt for him. My Klarion.

.

..

...

400 years

That’s how long it had been since I’d last seen him.

Though, I visit Earth now and then, wander its magic-laced corners, exchanging pleasantries with those who've intrigued me. One of them is the Phantom Stranger: calm, unreadable, like mist wrapped in velvet. Our connection is quiet, unspoken, laced with riddles and long silences. I understood him, though. I've always understood riddles.

This time, we met in a quiet little magic shop tucked between realities. He was showing me an artefact, etched with runes that shifted beneath our gaze when the shop’s bell chimed a soft jingle.

Then, him.

Klarion steps in, the door swinging closed with a whisper, finalising his presence. Teekl lays smugly across his shoulders, one hand stroking her.

"Fancy seeing you here," he purrs as if I’d simply wandered into his domain. His eyes land on me - sharp, lingering, and barely flicking to the Phantom Stranger before drinking me in. Klarion was never one for trinkets- only his anchor mattered. He wasn't here to browse. He was here for me.

He takes one look at the Phantom Stranger and scoffs. "Oh? This is who you replaced me with?" His tone is sweet poison, deadly and smooth. "Bit of a downgrade, don’t you think?"

Klarion’s taunting is nothing new. But something about his presence, the way he's stalking around us, makes everything feel heavier, suffocating. The air between us crackles with power and frustration, and I know I have to do something to calm him down, a matter of time before he bursts with a tantrum. I clear my throat, voice steady.

"Phantom," I begin, my calm eyes meeting his, "I think I need a moment… Just with Klarion. -Alone, please."

The Phantom Stranger regards me for a long moment, a flicker of understanding passing through his unreadable eyes. He nods slowly, but before he can move, Klarion’s voice slices through the air like a blade.

"An ancient riddle machine - too bad your answers are as outdated as your tricks, gramps." He snickers, a sharp, mocking laugh escaping him.

The shop door clicks shut again, leaving the two of us standing in heavy silence. Klarion’s eyes never leave me, glinting with the kind of intensity that can burn through stone. His lips curl into that familiar, teasing smirk.

"Well, well," he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "It’s been how long? Four hundred years? And this is how we meet again? A quiet little magic shop, and you with someone else?" His eyes narrow and his smile drops into irritation.

"You can't be annoyed that I've had connections now," I reply, gesturing to where Phantom had been. "Do you not understand that I can be social too? Or is this the part where you start whining about how I've replaced you?" I add with a sharp edge of sarcasm, though I don’t truly believe in replacing anyone. That’s not what this is about.

Klarion leans against a nearby shelf, and air of arrogance. "Why, yes, it is. As I'm a little curious about this... new partner of yours. Tell me, what does he offer that I couldn’t? Old age, riddles, and mystery? How charming." He flicks his fingers, and Teekl lazily jumps down from his shoulder, eyeing me. "And incredibly dull"

"Enough," I snap, meeting his gaze. "You know this is pointless. You’ve always done this - mocked me, pushed me, tried to provoke me." I exhale sharply, referencing our earliest interactions. "Why? Just for a little attention?" I know it is low to say, but after our last argument, before we parted ways, it felt necessary.

Klarion’s voice cut the air, mocking, defensive. "I don't need your approval. I don’t need anything from you," he retorts, voice colder now. "But I always wanted your attention, you specifically. I’ve spent centuries waiting for you to come back. And what do I find? You’ve run off and replaced me like some toy you got bored of. How typical."

I take a step forward, the tension between us practically crackling. "I didn’t run away. Not entirely. You never-" I stop myself, my words stumbling as the old pain bubbles up. "You never understood, just too self-absorbed"

Klarion tilts his head, a flicker of something darker crossing his face, but it is gone as quickly as it came. "Oh, I understand just fine," he grumbles slowly, voice low and dangerous. "I understand that you never cared about me. Never about the us that we were. That I was too... too wild. Too chaotic."

Feeling a weight settle in my chest, I pause. "I didn't want you to change, Klarion, not for me. But... I couldn't stay in that madness. You never took anything seriously or into consideration"

"I took you seriously," he growls, his fists clenching. "But you? You are too soft. Too controlled. Too proper." He mocks in a higher pitch voice.

"You think this wrinkled enigma of a man is any different?" Klarion sneers, stalking around the room, his voice almost a hiss when talking about the Phantom Stranger. "He’s just another antique with nothing to offer."

"Maybe. But he’s not like you," I retort quietly, glancing away before meeting his gaze again. "He doesn’t demand anything. He doesn’t take from me. He listens."

Klarion freezes, a twitch in his eyes, a quick red flash of something- maybe regret, maybe anger. But he recovers quickly, pushing himself off the shelf, his hands raise in mock surrender. "Oh, so you’re too good for me now?"

Despite rolling my eyes briefly, I don’t respond, lost in thought as I sift through my words - and his.

He steps closer again, his presence overwhelming. "You never understood why I did it. Why I kept fighting for your attention, for your... affection. All those centuries. You thought you were too good for me then. You think you’re better now?"

The words stung, but I refuse to flinch. "Maybe I’ve grown. Maybe you haven’t." Repeating what I've always told myself.

His face twists in an expression I couldn't quite place, something between amusement and bitterness. "Grow? Do you think that’s it? Do you think you’ve outgrown me? That’s rich."

I shake my head, my voice quieter now. "I’ve learned what happens when you refuse to grow up. And I left because I had to. Because if I stayed, I’d lose myself to your chaos."

For a moment, his eyes soften, just the slightest trace of vulnerability breaking through the mask of arrogance. But it disappears just as quickly, replaced by a dangerous glint.

"I never wanted you to leave,” he murmurs. “I wanted you here. With me."

My thoughts swarming with doubt, watching him intently. "Your chaos will always-"

"Enough," Klarion interrupts, his voice sharp as a blade. With a flick of his wrist, the air around us begins to twist, bending and warping with a familiar dark magic.

I open my mouth to object, but the words die on my tongue as everything around us suddenly shifts, the magic pulling us into a different realm- a place pulled from memories I never wanted to revisit.

An old realm, long gone, one where we had spent most of our time.

A field of wild nature stretches beneath floating mountains, a garden suspended among stars. Gravity had never mattered here. Time had always bent to our will. Maybe that’s why Klarion liked it here, no real creatures, no need to prove his chaos. He could if he wanted though.

But now, the flowers bloom in the wrong colours. The constellations are out of place, unfamiliar. It’s nearly perfect- almost. But the colours are muted, more grey than I remembered. The air feels heavier now, stifling in its stillness. The grass grazes against my body, but where it once brought warmth, it now leaves a dull, tingling sensation, like something trying too hard to feel real.

It's Klarion's version of the past, warped and twisted. He dragged me into a memory. I take a breath, letting my gaze sweep the not-quite-right sky.

"You've changed it," I say quietly, seeing how he remembered this ancient world.

"It’s better now," Klarion insists, crossing his arms, his sharp look dotting around the landscape. "You always liked the stars here. I made them shine for you."

"They’re not in the right places." I quickly add, enforcing the idea that this world is false.

He turns toward me, a raised eyebrow with unamusement, crossing his arms. I look at him fully, also turning in his direction. "You think taking me here changes something?"

"Don't pretend you're not happy to see me," he cockily argues, his voice as sharp as mine, though a lopsided grin tugs at his lips, one that never quite reaches his eyes.

"I'm not pretending anything"

He stalks closer, each step deliberate. Teekl lounges nearby atop a sun-warmed rock, her tail flicking in slow, silent annoyance.

"You missed me?" Suspicion threads through his tone, one brow raised, uncertain if I'm lying, though he knows I'm not.

"Of course, I did," I admit. "But missing someone doesn’t mean going backwards"

"You think I haven't changed?" He snaps, suddenly too close, scowling, red sparks of magic flicker briefly from his palms. "You think I haven't felt the time?"

"You've felt it, but have you lived it?" I hold his stare, firm. "You're making us stand in these ruins pretending it's a palace." I gesture around, seeing him falter for a split second. Then it twists, sharp again.

"And yet you're here. With me. Not with that old cloak-and-whispers coward."

I don’t rise to the bait. Instead, I look past him, to the mountains drifting overhead, the fractured starlight that doesn’t quite match the sky I remember.

"I'm here because you didn’t give me a choice."

He scoffs, eyes drifting to the side, but his feet stay planted.

"You could’ve fought me off. Told me no."

"You wouldn’t have listened," I add again.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out... For once. Just for a moment, silence. A rare thing between us.

"I meant what I said just now, I never wanted you to change," I announce softer now. "I only wanted you to see what you were pulling me into, with Earth, Vandal, the destruction... To see me."

Klarion doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t snarl. He just looks at me. Eyes burning like the void, like he’s still deciding whether to set me alight or pull me in.

"You think I don't see you?"

"No. I think you see what you want."

His fingers twitch like he’s reaching for magic, for something to undo this moment. But then his hand falls limp at his side.

"I missed you too... much." A confession from Klarion. Obviously, it's very clear from the start.

A comfortable silence settles. We glance at the greenish space around us, only to find our way back to each other's eyes. After a few moments, I'm the one to speak first.

"This place was brighter," I point out, relaxing my shoulders as I fold my arms, my tone is more curious than cruel. Funny how his memory dims it. I wonder why he doesn't remember that.

"You used to visit more."

That lands heavier than I expected. Maybe that's why he doesn't remember this place, us, it's all too far gone. Faded in his mind, and so the colours faded with it.

"You make it sound like I vanished without reason."

"You did vanish," he comments flatly, the edge creeping back in, a slight twinge of his childish manners. "One day we’re wandering stars, the next I’m talking to shadows and pretending it's enough."

I look at him properly now. He’s not pouting anymore. He looks tired, in that strange, eternal way only someone like him can.

"It wasn’t easy for me either," I truthfully admit. "But I never stopped thinking about you."

Klarion shrugs, avoiding my gaze. "Thinking doesn’t change much."

"Neither does dragging me here."

That gets the smallest laugh from him- genuine, if reluctant.

"You're still fun to argue with."

"You're still exhausting"

He smirks at that, his menace and charm flickering back to life. "But you're still here, aren't you?" He adds "Couldn't stay away forever. Not from me."

I raise a brow. "Maybe I was just curious of what you’d say, maybe all grown up," I say, referencing earlier- though this time, I mean it softly. And clearly, we're making some kind of progress in our strange little reunion.

"Again with the growing up?" He says slightly annoyed, with a roll of his eyes he adds. "Next you'll be expecting me to start apologising and paying taxes."

I laugh, and he watches the sound with something close to awe before disguising it in a sneer.

"Admit it," he demands, tilting his head, eyes narrowing. "You missed how fun I am." A sweetly charming mock, teasing me, yet needing the validation.

"I missed a version of you. The one who didn’t throw tantrums when someone else had an opinion." I hear Teekl purr in agreement. Klarion shoots her a dirty look before looking back at me with a roll of his eyes and a dismissive hand.

"Rude," he objects before grinning. "Incredibly accurate. But rude."

He’s closer now, and the starlit grass shifts under our feet, softening. Something in the realm bends like it’s reacting to the mood. Not his chaos, but his hope. I take a breath, tilting my head more to him, intimate in the proximity.

"I missed you, yes. But I also remember you" I study his face carefully. "The parts you forget about yourself"

He doesn’t flinch, just clicks his tongue and looks away, crossing his arms again like a child.

"Ugh. You're ruining the moment."

“Good,” I say, smiling softly. “You ruin everything else.”

He laughs then, a real and unguarded cackle. Loud and wicked and boyish. Teekl stretches on the rock, unimpressed.

His laughter lingers in the air, crackling like static. Then, without warning, he fishes something from the inside of his coat; a charm, jagged and slightly glowing, bound in twine and something that might once have been silver.

"You kept it," I say, recognising it instantly, my face dropping into one of care, and instinct. It's one of the strange tokens he used to leave for me - gifts during his version of courting. I had made one similar to show my appreciation to them.

"Of course I did," he says, rolling his eyes, but there’s a flush of something proud in his tone. He tosses it to me. "Consider it… a restart. Or whatever sentimental nonsense you need to hear."

I catch it. The charm is still warm. Still pulsing. I admire it in my palm. Keeping it safe.

"Don’t make me regret this," I say, a playful warning, falling back into his grasp like old times, but better. Giving him another chance.

"You already do," he smirks. "But I’ll make it fun anyway, just like I always do."

TAGGED: @chrisrue15 , @jade-digital This oneshot ended up being less of a jealous Klarion fic- though there was a pretty big section of jealousy, to be fair. I tagged you anyway! If you only want tags for the really jealous ones, just let me know. :) If any one else would like to be tagged in future fics, just drop a comment - I really don’t mind at all!

Klarion x reader one-shot Got inspiration @writing-prompt-s

There’s a reason you were added to The Light - a reason Klarion adores and despises in equal measure.

You’re an assassin, but not in the way most would expect. Your weapon isn’t a blade or a gun; it’s seduction. You don’t kill your marks directly. Instead, you charm their spouse, twist their minds, and persuade them to kill their husbands.

Brilliant. Devious. Klarion loves that part.

But the other part? The part where you’re charming them instead of him? Oh, that drives him mad. Because, honestly, you should be flirting with him - not "wasting your time on those dull mortals."

Klarion paces the room, his boots clicking against the stone floor as his arms flail dramatically. Teekl perches lazily across his shoulders, her tail flicking back and forth like she shares her master’s irritation. Red sparks of magic crackle in Klarion’s fingers, fizzing out occasionally as if even his power can’t decide whether it wants to explode or simmer.

“Are you done yet?” he snaps, his voice sharp and petulant. “All this ridiculous… cooing and battling of eyelashes with those stupid mortals is making me sick.”

I lean casually against the wall, adjusting my jacket and flashing a smirk that only seems to rile him up more. “Jealous, Klarion?” I tease my tone light and knowing.

Klarion turns to me, his eyes glowing faintly red as he jabs a finger in my direction. “Of them? Ha! Don’t make me laugh! They’re pathetic worms grovelling at your feet! But you - you’re supposed to be working for us! Not giving heart palpitations to dimwitted fools!”

I raise an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving my lips. “It’s part of the job,” I say, my voice smooth, almost taunting. “The Light brought me in for this exact skill, remember? You should be grateful.”

“Oh, I’m so grateful!” Klarion spits, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he throws his hands in the air. “Watching you giggle and play nice while I’m stuck here babysitting Teekl! What a delight!”

Teekl swishes her tail, purring irritated at that jab, seeing as it's mostly the other way around. “Mrrrow.”

My smirk deepens. “Careful, Klarion, you’re starting to sound attached.”

“Attached?!” Klarion’s voice rose, a vein visibly throbbing in his temple as red fire briefly flares in his hands. “I’d sooner turn you into a tree than admit that! And don’t even think I’d let you be a nice tree - no apples, no shade, just some scraggly little thing no one wants to sit under!”

That makes me laugh, and I step closer, tilting my head. “Relax, Klarion. You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?”

His cheeks turn a faint shade of red against his light blue skin as he scowls, visibly flustered. Teekl hops down from his shoulders, landing gracefully on the floor, but Klarion barely seems to notice. “I don’t care about being ‘cute’!” he snarls. “I care about loyalty! You should be using those ridiculous charms on me, not wasting them on… losers!”

I lean even closer, my voice dropping to a soft, playful tone. “Why would I need to use my charms on you? You already can’t stop looking at me.”

Klarion lets out a noise that is somewhere between a growl and a scream of frustration, his hands lighting up with magic again before he clenches them into fists, snuffing out the flames. “Gah! You’re infuriating! You’re like… like… a tick! Yes, a tick that I can’t get rid of! A very… annoyingly attractive tick!”

I grin, clearly enjoying his tantrum. “Well, ticks usually burrow in deep. Guess you’re stuck with me.”

Klarion staggers back as if my words physically hit him, and his scowl deepens. He points a finger at Teekl. “Teekl! Tell them something insulting!"

Teekl stretches lazily, her tail flicking as she looks up at me with half-lidded eyes. She doesn't bother to even purr before licking her paw.

“Ugh!” Klarion throws his arms up in the air, spinning on his heel. “You’re both useless! Fine! Just… just go flirt with another idiot already! But if they so much as touch you, I’m turning them inside out! So have fun! Snap an arm!”

I can't help but laugh as he storms off, Teekl trotting dutifully behind him. “I think you mean, ‘break a leg’” I call after him, the laughter evident in my voice.

“I DON’T CARE!” Klarion shouts from the distance, his voice echoing through the hall as he disappears in a swirl of red smoke.

Klarion:... Teekl?

This is my first post on Tumblr (not my first post overall as I have Wattpad, but I'll post my username here when I've added my Klarion one-shots on there unless people want it lmao

You grabbed his interest when you were hanging out with your friends near the old cinema.

He seemed intrigued at first when even Teekl became slightly amused by your hyper personality.

Klarion may or may not have stalked you for a bit because of that

Eventually, Klarion did admit you seemed fun to Teekl, and wanted to get to you know you better in person.

Both of you finally met each other when you were walking around the harbour, taking photos of the sea and the horizon even if you knew you would delete them later.

Teekl thought this would be a great time for Klarion to introduce himself to you.

She half prayed that Klarion wouldn't freak you out, and the other half wanting you to not make Klarion too annoyed.

Somehow, it went really well.... A bit too well, as you two then talked as if you had known each other for years

Lets just say, you're both extremely hyper. I mean, it's Klarion.

You being a hyperactive person and him having chaos magic while also wanting mischief? It's a perfect yet dangerous match.

Teekl rethinks her choice about you two being together, as she now has to deal with two children and not one.

This also means that the Light have to deal with another 'kid' as well, since Klarion will definitely bring you to at least one meeting.

They're a bit cautious about you on first impression, not too sure if you're using Klarion to get information about the Light

But after a while, they see how much you deal with when you're with Klarion, and figure out that no one can put up a façade for that long

Yeah, even the Light know that you're one hyper son-of-a-b*tch

I wouldn't say you're obnoxiously loud, it's just being in a Light meeting no one is really talking except you, so it's dead quiet other than that. Nevertheless, you can be extremely deafening without realising it

Klarion's magical powers gives you a lot more freedom when being with him. Like, a lot more freedom, he's a lord of Chaos, you basically have no limits.

You can now do all the crazy sh*t you've ever wanted to do with Klarion by your side, and he's more than willing to join you in whatever ideas you have

A couple of times Teekl has to warn him that you're still a mortal, so he does lay off a bit from time to time to avoid getting you seriously injured

If you do get hurt, Klarion is gunna freak tf out, trying to play it off cool but failing

All adventures go out the window if you get hurt. And if you try to get up saying "I'm fine", he'll magically trap you in your bed to rest.

Don't test him, he will do it

A lot of things may break, and it's whether or not Klarion will fix it with his powers or not after... Probably not, it's not like either of you really care

If the Young Justice team do meet you, it's because you were in a forest with Klarion, messing around while climbing from branch to branch in the trees while Klarion floated next to you

The two of you were ambushed by the team, as Zatanna had sensed Klarion's power in that area while the team were nearby

They would have saved you, but you're surprisingly very good at climbing trees for any of them to grab hold of you, something that actually made them impressed

Klarion was very unhappy, so unhappy that you had to mention about going back home to hang out there to calm him down

Couple of times you'd wander off too far that Klarion isn't able to find you and would have to teleport you to him in order to know where you are, the only big thing that does get him slightly annoyed.

^ If you can make Klarion take responsibility (other than over Teekl) and act like a parent, my respect goes to you

You two don't have any rules apart from when you're injured, although there is one thing that bugs you both

2 hyper devils + "Calm down"= Death stare with Klarion hexing whoever said that

No one is allowed to tell you guys to calm down

Klarion x homicidal hyper reader ⚠️Mentions death⚠️

You met each other like the first one, except that you seemed more wanting to go into danger and edge your friends into doing bad things than actually have fun

This time, Klarion was intrigued before Teekl

He noticed your cold yet intense gaze on everyone that was near you

Something about you was odd. Klarion knew that but he didn't know what was making you seem so odd

It's not until you become best friends that he finally realises your love for murder

While you got along with Klarion before him knowing this, wow he's ecstatic that he finally knows what seemed off with you

He tempts you into murder as well, seeing that you showed to be very refrained from not doing anything about your homicidal thoughts

Catches on very quickly how manipulative you can be with your friends, friends that Klarion now wants to be your first kills

Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take that much convincing from Klarion to make you agree to killing your soon-to-be-dead mates

He helps of course, trapping them all and giving you all sorts of weapons to use on them

It's like a holiday for both of you

You even asked Klarion at one point to make their screams quieter since they were annoying you

And after you had finishing butchering your friends, Klarion realised that he like-liked you and confessed right there

Yep, Klarion did just admit to liking you while standing in the middle of dead bodies scattered around at your feet

Soon after that, you both start doing more destruction together

Limits? F*ck no

Hell, if you asked for half of the moon to be destroyed, Klarion would snap his fingers and bam, moon gone.

One time you asked Klarion to give you powers like superman, just so you could fly and mess around in the city

It started off as just throwing cars as far as you could, not exactly caring if people were inside or not

Which then turned into full blown 'lemme jump/crash into one sky scrapper to another', looking like a monkey swinging from vines in a jungle

While the heroes didn't enjoy your hyper and destructive personality nor Klarion, the news loved you. The amount of reports you and Klarion got in the news just boosted both of your ego's

"Double trouble strikes again!" "Witch boy causes havoc with anonymous villain" "League fail to stop villains, have they met their match?" "Criminals cause devastating downfall on the city" "61 lives lost in under an hour" You felt prideful in the last one, a new record in your books

If you two ever go out to have dates, it'll 100% always end with something, mostly a building, being completely destroyed

Whenever the 'kiddie' team as Klarion calls them, or the Justice League come; they're always too late to stop you two

Even if Batman claims they were so close to stopping you, he's wrong. The heroes don't even manage to get you two to notice them arriving, already going off to have some fun somewhere else

You've mentioned about wanting to kill at least one of the heroes out of spite and because you felt like it on multiple occasions

Klarion would love to snap his fingers to have every hero there for you to choose from, yet he couldn't do that because of Vandal wanting some of them alive. Especially Lex with Superboy.

You get along nicely with the Light, as they trust you enough to know that you can calm Klarion down and that you're classed as a criminal

Occasionally, you have unnerved them with the gory deaths about some of your kills, Klarion kissing your cheek out of pure happiness from hearing the defined details

Teekl doesn't really care about it as long as you get the blood off her fur if you get any on her later.

A lot of lives are lost when you two are together... Which is all the time

(Secretly, the young justice team have envied how much freedom you get when with Klarion-> This is after they have to tidy up the mess you two make)