🌑　lotus / donnie

[klarikisser]

Hi hello hola Bonjour!!

Thought I should make a little intro /get to know me :-)

!!! Hello! I go by Donnie or Lotus, and I love all things Klarion. I made this blog because I am SO incredibly fixated on him and nobodies writing about him. So I’ve come to save the four other living Klarion fans

I go by he / it / she mainly. No they/them please ! (*´-`) I hope I can meet some nice oomfies on here

[klarikisser]

They put Teekl in a little kitty astronaut suit oh my god😭😭🩷

[briarvayne]

No Time Like the Present

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

Words: 1505 8/10/2025

[klarikisser]

IM SCREAMING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[aedenrt]

OH KY GOD LLARION IS SO CUTE I CANT TAKE THISS ANYMOREEE WINSJAJSHFJEJFHT

[klarikisser]

ffFFUUUCKKKKCK

[klarikisser]

Oh my god dude he’s actually the cutest thing ever I CANT DO TJIS

[klarikisser]

Why hello Klarion and what are you doing even!😭

[aedenrt]

WAUHHH KLARION AND CHILD DOODLES…. SORRY I HABENT BEEN ACTIVE…. I KIND FOROGT ABT TUMBLR………. UT ITS OKAY…… HOPEFULLY….

[aedenrt]

HES SO FREAKING CUTE I ACTUALLY CANT TAKE TIS NAYMOREE SOMEONE PUT ME DONW BEFORE I GO CRAYZ HEPKS PSLS PSLS PS SPKCDNVJKNDSLVHDSUIV KLAIRON

[klarikisser]

AWWWW AW AW AWWE

[phantamic-moriori]

Bro the stick and bag combo is frying me😭😭

[klarikisser]

LEAVE HIM ALOONNEEEE

[trucksandtrucks]

[sailorsunnyfun101]

Yeah, a little break for these two...

[luvteekl]

Klarion's YouTube channel real not fake

[klarikisser]

Not the smartest out there but I love him anyway

[eclair-creampuff]

Imagine this exchange with Klarion and Y/N.

⬇️⬇️⬇️

Klarion💬 Hey, Y/N.

Y/N💬 What is it, Klarion?

Klarion💬 I’ve been thinking.

Y/N💬 Yeah?

Klarion💬 Would you like it if I share a kiss with you?

(Y/N gets uncomfortable)

Y/N💬 …. Uhh… Thanks, but I’m not ready for that kind of relationship.

Klarion💬 Huh? What are you talking about?

Teekl💬 Meow!

Klarion💬 What? No! Gross! Not that kind of kiss!

(Klarion takes out some Hershey’s Kisses)

Klarion💬 These kisses.

Y/N💬 Oh…

You can tell I got lazy at the end, anyways this is super funny I like it

[klarikisser]

A guide to mortal feelings

Klarion x reader

Authors notes:: oh my gosh. I’m going to need everyone to take this with a grain of salt because i haven’t written anything since i was like. Checks my watch. Twelve 😭😭. This is mostly just for fun. Apologies in advance for any ooc

Klarion was many things. A lord of chaos, a symbol of power. He knew many things as well, given that he’s been around since the beginning of the universe. So. Why couldn’t he just figure this out.

It didn’t start immediately as he met you. You were just as every other mortal here on earth, dull, boring, sickeningly predictable with your hope and your justice.

You were powerful, he’d give you that. Powerful enough that he actually has to put some focus into your fight together. He eventually won, of course, but he found himself not taking the final blow and putting an end to your pitiful life. “Only because you turned out to be an entertaining plaything”, he’d told himself.

But then. Even after those stupid heroes came in for backup and he had made his leave, he was still thinking about you. And he couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t want you as an ally, that’s for sure. Nor did he find himself wanting to kill you. So what was it?

Not knowing was infuriating. He was a lord of chaos, for gods sake! He should know everything! He had checked off every list in his mind on why you could still be lingering there, and then even checked to make sure you didn’t put some sort of hex or curse onto him just to be safe. Still. Nothing.

. . .

The next time you two crossed paths, it was because Teekl had ran off somewhere while he was doing some business at night. (Stupid cat! Running away from me like that, I should just fly away instead of looking a gift hound in its snout!)

Instead of finding Teekl chasing down a mouse or something of the sorts like he’d expected, he found her— ? Sitting in your lap as you pet her on a bench in the park?? And as if his mind wasn’t already reeling, when you looked up and saw him standing there, instead of attacking you just? Nodded your head and smiled at him?

“Oh, great. Another justice baby. Is this the part where you demand a rematch??” He barked sarcastically, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes

“Nah, I’m off duty.” You replied, “Plus, it doesn’t seem to me like you’re doing anything ‘villainous’ as of this moment.”

Klarion uncrossed his arms and blinked at you once. Then twice. You- didn’t seem to be lying?

“This is your cat, right?” You asked, looking back down at the purring feline in your lap “..Yes. Her name is Teekl.” Klarion answered skeptically, as you responded with a hum and went to stand up “Well, it’s getting late. It was nice to meet you Teekl!” You chirp, stroking the cats soft fur once more before walking away, leaving Klarion standing there.

“..What …. Just happened?” Klarion spoke to no one in particular — very few people had caught him off guard like that before. Deciding to simply not think about it, Klarion snapped his fingers and teleported himself and Teekl away.

Only. It seems that plan isn’t actually working out so well, given the fact that it’s now been three weeks since his run in with you at the park and he’s STILL thinking about you. In fact, it had only gotten worse from your first meeting.

Why did you act so unbothered upon seeing him? Is this all some sort of big master plan to take down the light? ..or …. Did you truly just see him as some guy, instead of a great entity? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that thought, nor what answer he preferred more.

You definitely seemed..odd. In your own way. Odder than some of the other heroes he had met. You had an odd fighting style in the way that he couldn’t predict what move you’d use next. Irregular. A little risky, but also coordinated in a way that seemed to only make sense to you.

Odd that normally those goodie two shoes heroes would seem to hold a grudge with him after a battle, but you didn’t. Odd in the way that you were treating him like any other average joe— which he would normally be offended by, feeling the need to prove his power. But for some reason, with you, he didn’t seem to mind.

He was panicking, pacing back and forth, overthinking if he had lost his touch and gone soft when Teekl spoke to him. “Mmrrroooww”, she said calmly, as if she was asking about the weather

..Klarion, on the other hand, was not so calm about her suggestion. “WHAT?! Are you CRAZY? Of course I don’t like them! Don’t be a balloon!” “Meow” Klarion stopped dead in his tracks and angrily turned in the direction of his cat “BUFFOON, BUFFOON, YOU KNEW I MEANT BUFFOON!!!”

. . .

As much as he tried to laugh off what his familiar had said, he couldn’t shake it. Stupid cat. Of course Klarion didn’t like you— You’re a HERO! He HATES heroes! Plus! He’s a lord of chaos, and lords of chaos don’t do such mundane things as having crushes.

He doesn’t understand what Teekl could think he saw in you. All you stupid heroes are the same! With your— with your shiny gadgets, and stupid speeches, and fancy moves, and.. and …your pretty smiles… and….. shit.

And suddenly everything had made sense to him. Why he seemed to be so drawn to you, why he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

It made sense, but at the same time… it didn’t. For the first time in over a millennium he was experiencing something new. New feelings. He thought he had learned everything in his time both on earth and off of it, but apparently not.

He knew of romantic relationships, of course, he wasn’t stupid. He had just.. never really thought about it much or shown interest until now. He had never felt this way before.

And honestly? It was scary. He didn’t even know where to begin with things like this— he didn’t know why you were so different. What if he messed it up? What if this is the only shot he gets at something like this?

There were so many unknowns, but he did know one thing for certain. He was going to try. It might be a little chaotic, yeah, but what isn’t when he’s around