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Dating in a Dream - Jade Leech

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating?

CHARACTERS: Jade Leech x Reader🐬🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda); Kiss; Flirting

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Jade’s dream (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 3.390 words

COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

I hope you enjoy🐬

Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / Floyd / (Jade) / Azul / Jack / Ruggie / Leona / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho announces. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

You, Grim, Silver, Sebek, Ortho, Jamil, and Floyd already appeared in the dream underwater and your aerospheres were working well by all indications. After a little chitchat about Silver's signature spell, Sebek and Floyd hear something, and then everything starts to shake like an earthquake.

“Surrounding water temperature rising sharply.” Ortho warns. “Immediate evacuation recommended!”

Floyd shapeshifts into his mer form and takes everyone away from that place quickly. You managed to came out unharmed from an submarine volcano eruption thanks to him.

After talking about how dangerous submarine volcanoes are, not only because of the temperature but also because of the toxic gases, you all decide to go look for Jade. Floyd asked if Idia couldn't give you all a mer-form too, but Idia explained that he didn't have data to do it and that, unlike him, you had no experience in swimming with mer-folk tails. Floyd understands because it took him a while to learn to walk on two legs so he assumed it would be something similar.

But before you set off in search of Jade, Floyd changes his appearance a bit and starts to glow in the dark. He says it's called counter-illumination and explains how it actually works as camouflage in deep, dark places like that.

You searched a lot without success and with your vision and smell limited by the gases. Until Ortho detects an aether signal 20 meters ahead.

“Look at this hydrothermal vent! Though it's spewing hot water nonstop, you can see it's actually home to a colony of shellfish if you look closely!” Jade says smiling. “How do they survive in a place like this? I'd be boiled alive in an instant.”

“If I might remind you, Jade, we're not searching for shellfish worth less than a sorcent.” Azul says. “We're looking for precious metals that settle in hydrothermal deposits.”

“I'm aware, Azul.” You see the dreamer's silver bird around Jade's head. “But it's still nice to take a moment to enjoy the mountain scenery.”

“Yup, that's Jade and Azul, all right.” Floyd confirms.

Azul talks about them looking for very valuable gold and him wanting to become a leading figure in the mining industry. And Jade seems to be enjoying following him.

Jamil says he thinks that Azul is just like the real one, but Idia and Floyd, who know him better, say there's something strange about him. Floyd even says he doubts that Azul would voluntarily go near a volcano.

The fake Azul sees something shining in a vent, he pluged up the vent for a moment with ice magic to then try to scoop up the gold while the flow's stopped. He puts his hand inside and reach for the shiny thing hoping it's gold, but the water redirected and erupt from another vent, right at him, which made Jade start laughing. The fake Azul didn't seem to mind having his arm a bit boiled to get the gold.

And suddenly, both the way Azul spoke and his facial features changed.

“So, uh...” Idia says through tablet. “Am I the only guy thinking Azul's acting like a sketch comedy actor here?”

Floyd and Idia (and maybe you too) are the only ones who really notice the differences between that exaggerated version of Azul and the real one.

Ortho mentions that there is an NPC version of Azul, but he is not seeing any NPC version of Floyd anywhere.

“Ah! Right near where Azul found the gold dust...” Jade says. “There's a school of small shrimp living in a rock fissure that's venting hot water! Floyd! Come over here and have a look.”

The NPC version of Floyd appears, but with facial features way oversimplified.

“It's like Floyd would be if he were drawn in an absurdist comedy manga...” Idia comments.

“Look at these tiny shrimp, living in such a harsh environment.” Jade continues telling NPC Floyd.

“Ooh you're right! They look delish! Eheheh!” NPC Floyd says in a more childish voice than normal. “Ahaha, lookit how cute and teeny they are! I could eat 'em right up!”

“My, my. What a bold gourmand you are, Floyd.” Jade comments with a mocking smile.

The fake Floyd grebes the shrimp and eats them. Idia comments that that Floyd is scary in a whole different way from the real one, and Floyd says that he's nothing like that, that Jade is the one who eats random stuff he finds on the ground in the mountains, not him.

“Heh heh heh. What fun Azul and Floyd are having.” Jade says amusedly. “I just love the mountains.”

“KYAAA! Poor little shrimps!” An abnormally cute voice says. “Floyd is so scary!”

A new NPC appears: You! Or rather, you in mer-form with a tail like a shrimp's, and you see your NPC quickly swimming up to Jade to hug his arm like a scared child.

“Don't let him bite me, Jade~” Your NPC begs cutely with a tear in the corner of their eye. And your face was also different from your real face, the eyes seemed bigger and brighter, but in a way that was almost pitiful.

“Fu fu fu. Worry not, my dear. You're the only little shrimp I would never let him nibble on.” Jade says, as he intertwines his tail with your NPC's.

“T-That (Y/N)...” Idia says. “C-could it be...?”

“Jade~” Your NPC continues to say, without letting go of Jade's arm and happy that he intertwined their tails. “You'll always protect me, won't you?”

“Of course, my love. You can always depend on me for whatever you need.”

“You make me so happy, Jade! I love you so much!” Your NPC smiles like a ray of sunshine.

“I love you too, my dear.” Jade responds with a cute smile and kiss your NPC's forehead.

But your NPC doesn't seem pleased and tilts their head a certain way. Jade chuckles and kisses their cheek affectionately, which makes your NPC finally smile in satisfaction.

“AH! IT IS! IT IS!” Idea continues suddenly.

“What? What is it?” Silver asks.

“(Y/N)'s NPC in Jade's dream is... is... A CLINGY, DEPENDENT DEREDERE!!!”

“Hm... Sorry, but what is a dere..dere?” Silver asks.

“An openly love-struck character who is continuously sweet, flirtatious and affectionate towards their love interest.” Ortho clarifies. “And it seems that (Y/N) and Jade Leech are each other's romantic interests in this dream.”

Everyone is surprised to find out that Jade has a crush on you. As for Floyd, he simply has no reaction.

“I assume you already knew, Floyd Leech.” Ortho says.

“Kinda. I mean, I wasn't sure, but I think it explains some things.”

“Like what?”

“Huh... Ortho, maybe we'll leave that to them.” Idia suggests and the subject returns to observing Jade and the NPCs.

“I was worried about what to do after climbing every single mountain on land...” Jade says. “But the ocean's far vaster, with a great many unexplored submarine volcanoes.”

“I'll never give up before I strike gold!” NPC Azul says.

“Ooh, ooh, Jade! These crabs are pretty tasty, too! Eheheh!” NPC Floyd says.

“Aw, these corals are so beautiful. Jade~, can we pick them? Pretty please~” Your NPC says.

“Heheheh. I'm delighted you're all enjoying yourselves.” Jade smiles. “May the four of us overcome every obstacle and conquer every mountain!”

“Hip hip, hooray!” Jade and the NPCs celebrate together.

“AAAUGH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” Floyd shouts and charges them right in!

Sebek asks if you should join him, but Jamil says that you are at a disadvantage underwater and it could be dangerous for you all, so it's best to wait for a better opportunity.

“Hey... Jade.” The real Floyd confronts him. “Knock it off with this creepy dream. You're givin' me scale-bumps from gills to tail!”

“Huh? There are two Floyds?”

“Why, it's a perfect mirror image!” NPC Azul claims.

“How'm I a perfect mirror image of THAT? We don't look nothin' alike.” The real Floyd says.

“Who's this guy? It cool if I squeeze 'em and eat 'em? Ahaha!” The fake Floyd says.

“I knew you never paid much attention to other people, but I ain't buyin' this is the best your memory can dredge up.” The real Floyd returns to the subject. “There's no way I'd act all gleeful gobblin' up live shrimp wedged under rocks!”

“Floyd...?” Jade's dream world begins to distort. “You don't eat live shrimp...?”

“Don't let him fool you, Jade!” Fake Azul intervenes. “Look closer. Floyd isn't some menacing-looking gangster. He's more simpleminded and charming than that. Look at this endearing smile!”

“Hey, Jade? I'm bored.” Fake Floyd says. “Wanna ditch this guy and go eat crab somewhere else? Ahaha!”

“Yes... Right.” Jade agrees. “Floyd's always been the endearing type. Our relatives loved doting on him. This has to be the real Floyd.”

“Really, now. How could you ever mix up who your one brother is? Are you getting fatigued? Given your exhaustive knowledge of the mountains, you're essential for my gold search. Please, pull yourself together.”

“Heheheh... Of course. You, Floyd and (Y/N) would be helpless without me.”

The goopy darkness surrounds you and the figures of Azul, Floyd and you become dark silhouettes.

“Come, Jade, let's ignore them and move on.” Darkness Azul says.

“C'mon already, Jade!” Darkness Floyd adds.

“Please, come with me, my love.” Your darkness figure seduces him.

“Yes... Of... course...”

“Oh, is that how it's gonna be?” The real Floyd says. “In that case, you can keep pallin' around with your ‘real’ brother in dreamland. I don't want a brother like that anyway. I'mma knock ALLA you into the volcano!”

The real Floyd attacks all three NPCs including yours, and all three beg Jade for help.

“How dare you hurt them.” Jade defends them. “You will pay dearly for this, impostor. HAAAH!” and he attacks the real Floyd.

“I keep tryin' to tell you, I'M the real one!”

Floyd asks Idia if a good shock to the system wasn't supposed to wake someone up, but Idia realizes that in that case the pattern is different. In this case, Jade had extraordinarily high belief in himself to the point to refusing to budge in his opinion no matter what counterpoints others make.

You all wonder how you're supposed to wake Jade up, but Floyd suggests that you let him sleep forever since he liked that dream so much. He turns back to Jade.

“I'll cut you into chum so you never wake up again, Jade! GYAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“All of you, get back! I'll handle this!”

“Please, be careful, Jade~!” Your NPC tells him.

“He will pay for even daring to touch you, (Y/N).” Jade tells them before attacking Floyd. “*screech!*”

The Leech twins began to fight, attacking each other violently with their sharp nails and teeth, and their fight ends up whipping the water into a whirlpool.

“Their roughhousing is destroying the fragile vents and sending hot water spewing out all over the place.” Jamil says.

All of you take shelter behind a boulder. Even the darkness NPCs are scared and hiding behind rocks. However, the boulder you were holding onto breaks and you are pulled into the whirlpool.

“(Y/N)!” Everyone shouts.

You scream and both Floyd and Jade hear you, making them pause the fight.

“(Y/N)?” Jade looks back, but his vision was limited by all the sand and smoke.

Your aerosphere bursts because it can't resist the heat and gases. Amidst the sand and smoke, Jade sees your silhouette with legs instead of a merfolk tail.

“(Y/N)!!!”

Jade abandons the fight with Floyd completely and rushes towards you. He gets you and sees you holding your breath.

“Did you not take your last dose of the potion? Doesn't matter! I have to get you out of here NOW!”

Jade quickly takes you away from the heat and toxic gases and consequently away from everyone else too. When he thought you were in a safe place, he used his magic to create a bubble around your head. You take a deep breath.

“(Y/N), are you all right?” He asks you calmly with his arms around you in a protective and loving way. “What happened?”

This is your chance to tell him the truth and try to wake him up.

“Jade, listen to me.” You cup his face with your hands. “Would the Azul you know really risk so much for a measly bit of gold?”

“What?” He is surprised that you seemingly completely change the subject.

“And Floyd, your own brother.” You continue. “Between the one who depends on you and the one who attacked you tooth and nail, do you really believe that your twin is the docile idiot one?”

“Floyd...? He... Hrk!”

The world distorts again and Jade's head starts to hurt, but he doesn't let go of you.

“JAAADEEE!” You hear a voice approaching, and then you see... you in mer-form arriving and clinging to Jade's arm. “Jade! What are you doing?” Your NPC whines. “That's not me! I'm right here.”

Jade looks between you and your NPC, confused.

“Is this how you see me?” You say. “Like a helpless and dependent weakling?”

“Wha- Why are they so mean?” Your NPC whines again. “Jade, darling, please leave this impostor and come back with me, my love. I need you so much.”

“You are a kind person.” Jade tells your NPC. “And your lack of magic makes you more vulnerable than me. But you are not that hopeless.” He looks at them with that rare serious face, a bad sign for them.

“WHAT?”

“If you were, you would never have been able to defeat us and Azul that midterms... Urgh!” The world distorts again. “Midterms... At Night Raven College... on land... Augh, I have a splitting headache! Urgh, augh...!”

Jade remembers what you're really like, what Azul and Floyd are really like too, and what you've all been through in Night Raven College. And the dream breaks.

“Jade! Are you all right?!” NPC Azul says, arriving with NPC Floyd. “Oh, thank goodness you're alive! I was afraid I lost my precious subordinate!”

“Your... precious subordinate?” Jade repeats, surprised.

“If we lost you, I'd cry, Jade.” NPC Floyd says. “Don't go anywhere again, 'kay?”

“...Don't go anywhere?... Indeed... The Azul and Floyd I know would never say such things. How could I have forgotten something so important?” He releases you and makes your NPC release him too. “Floyd is never so docile. He's far more unruly. And Azul would never willingly expose himself to danger. He's send someone else to do it instead. More to the point - neither of them would merrily tag along on my mountain expeditions. What was I thinking?”

“Jade! You would believe this imposter over us?!” NPC Azul inquires.

“Unfair! You said I was the real one, Jade!” NPC Floyd complains.

“I implore you to reconsider!”

The fake Azul and Floyd each grab one of Jade's arms.

“Could you please not touch me? It's sickening.”

Jade attacks both of them without mercy and the two turn into darkness figures and disappear in the goop. Jade looks seriously at your mer-form version.

“And you...”

“ME? Jade, my love” Your NPC begs in tears. “Please, stay with me. *sniff* You are my everything.”

“Do me a favor, dear, and shut your mouth. Your despair disgusts me.” And he attacks the fake version of you as ruthlessly as he attacked the false Azul and Floyd.

“But... my... love...” Were the last words of your NPC, before also turning into darkness and disappearing.

Jade looks at you and his expression softens.

“You... you are the real (Y/N), aren’t you?”

“After seeing what you did to the others, do you really think that I would deny it even if I wasn't?”

“He he he. Sounds like you, at least.”

“Heeey, Jade.” The real Floyd approaches you two. “You finally awake?”

“Yes, thanks to (Y/N) and you.”

The two laugh a little before attacking each other again. But this time, as brothers would do in a fight at home. The others finally catch up to you too.

“(Y/N)!” Grim goes straight to you to hug you. “You need to get stronger!” He complains with a few small tears in his eyes. It even reminded you of when he finally rejoined you in STYX.

Idia takes the opportunity to restore your aerosphere.

“Ah, everyone,” Jade says to your group, after another exchange of punches and words with Floyd. “What an embarrassing brotherly squabble you've witnessed. I'm terribly sorry you had to see that.”

“Dude, that wasn't a 'squabble.'” Idia says through the tablet. “That was a full-blown super kaiju brothers brawl.”

“Um... Anyway, I'm glad Jade's awake and the two of them mended bridges.” Silver says.

“You call that mending bridges...?” Jamil questions.

“Heh heh. Yes, we've made up.” Jade smiles reassuringly. “My apologies for giving you cause for concern.”

“Tch. Speak for yourself. I ain't satisfied yet, but we're not gonna get anywhere arguin' about it in a dream, se whatevs.”

“A dream? Floyd, what do you mean by that?”

“Mind if I field this one?” Ortho asks. “I've got an explainer video here that will help...”

“I see... What a fascinating tale.” Jade says. “So the false Azul, Floyd and (Y/N) were there to keep me anchored in the dream. Neither Azul or Floyd have ever shown any interest in my hobbies, and yet they joined me to trek through a multitude of mountains... And (Y/N)...” He looks at you and then back at the rest of the group. “Excuse me, could you give us a moment alone, please?”

The others look at you to see if you also want to have that moment alone with Jade and when they see your confirmation they let Jade take you by the hand a little further away.

“If my brother felt the way he did when he saw the Floyd from my dream,” Jade smiles kind of awkwardly. “I can only imagine how you must have felt when you saw your version.”

“So... is it true that that means you like me?” You ask.

“Well, thinking how pleasurable my dream with you was... It seems like I cannot deny my fondness for you anymore.”

“Anymore?”

“Oh, don't mind that part.” He smiles with his hands clasped in front of him. “I can only hope you weren't too uncomfortable with what you witnessed. My deepest apologies.”

You remember the dependent, loving fool you saw.

“Do you really like me, or that version of me?”

“You saw the Azul and Floyd versions. Do you really think I preferred those two poor unfortunate souls to the real ambitious and unpredictable ones? Oh my, you don't believe that my tastes are that... rudimentary, do you?”

In fact, you had already seen several dreams, and Malleus’ spell does not always fit with what the dreamer true wishes. Floyd's own dream, for example.

Well, you finding out, against his will, that he likes you, maybe it would be a good opportunity for you to admit that you like him too.

“Oh...” Jade's smile turns from his polite one to a smirk. “Truly...?” He still had his counter-illumination active, so him getting closer to you with that bright eye in the middle of the darkness gave you a nice, different type of chill. “You know,” He swims around you, “I agree with my brother that happy endings are often quite dull.” to stop in front of you again, but now with his tail blocking any escape you could make. “But in this case.” He tilts your head with his fingers on your chin. “Something tells me this relationship would be more... interesting... after these confessions.” He brings his face closer to yours and consequently his lips closer to yours as well. “I wonder what it would be like if we both stopped holding back.” He whispers with your noses touching slightly. “What do you say?”

He's not going to kiss you, he's teasing you to do it. And if you do kiss his lips, you'll feel his tail wrap around your legs, his arms go around your back, and you will feel him deepening the kiss before suddenly breaking it.

“Don't get me wrong, my dear.” He whispers to you. “But unfortunately, we have people waiting for us and I wouldn't like to be interrupted by third parties. Which is a shame,” He brings his lips close to your ear. “You are a delightful taste.”

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Gifts and Messages

Special Birthday Story

featuring — Heartslabyul : Savanaclaw : Octavinelle : Scarabia : Pormefiore : Ignihyde : Diasomnia.

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷

𓇼 Riddle Rosehearts

After finishing dinner at a fine restaurant Riddle had reserved, he handed you a wrapped box tied with a red ribbon. Inside was a stunning fountain pen, your initials delicately engraved on its side.

"You always have so many thoughts and ideas... I thought this might help you capture them more properly. Precision and elegance are important, even in writing." he said softly.

He placed a hand over yours, then leaned in to kiss your cheek.

"Happy birthday, love. I hope this year brings you clarity, discipline, and countless achievements. And… happiness too, with me, of course."

𓇼 Trey Clover

Trey sets down a heart-shaped cake he baked, along with a leather-bound recipe book embossed with your name.

The cake is decorated with tiny versions of things you love, thoughtfully crafted and full of meaning.

“I wanted to bake something that reminded you of us” he says warmly. “And this book? It’s filled with some of my favorite recipes. I hope we can fill the rest with ones we make together.”

As you take the first bite, he leans in to kiss your forehead and adds softly,

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. May your days be sweet, steady, and filled with warmth. I’ll always be someone you can rely on.”

𓇼 Cater Diamond

After dinner, Cater presents you with a custom scrapbook, filled with printed photos, selfies of you and him, group shots with friends, and little notes he’s written over time.

“Tada~! Magicam-worthy memories in physical form” he grins. “I wanted to give you something that reminds you how loved you are, even when I’m not around.”

He leans in to take a new selfie with you, already planning where to place it in the book.

“Happy b-day, cutie! Wishing you a year of aesthetic vibes, genuine smiles, and unforgettable fun!”

He squeezes your hand and adds, “And hey, let’s keep making memories worth framing, yeah?”

𓇼 Ace Trappola

Ace tosses you a bright red box with a smirk. Inside is a hoodie embroidered with your favorite custom design.

“Comfy and cool, just how you like it” he grins. “Figured I’d get you something you would actually wear, y'know? And hey, it kinda smells like me too.”

He leans in, eyes playful, and plants a quick kiss on your lips. “Happy birthday, babe. Let’s make this year full of laughs, dumb ideas, and memories you’ll never forget, especially with me around.”

He bumps your shoulder lightly. “After all, life’s more fun when I’m part of the chaos, right?”

𓇼 Deuce Spade

After a small but charming dinner at Ramshackle, Deuce shyly hands you a small box. Inside is a delicate silver charm bracelet, each tiny charm representing something special to both of you.

“I wanted to give you something meaningful… something that holds memories” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s simple, but I really put my heart into choosing the charms.”

He looks you in the eye, his voice steady with sincerity. “Happy birthday. I wish you strength, success, and peace of mind. And I’ll always be here to cheer you on.”

Then, gathering his courage, he leans in and kisses you gently. “Let’s keep adding to these memories, together.”

𓇼 Leona Kingscholar

Leona casually tosses a small pouch onto your lap. Inside is a rare enchanted bracelet, beautifully crafted and faintly glowing with protective magic.

“Don’t get used to this” he mutters, eyes half-lidded. “But if you’re mine, I’d rather keep you safe. This thing wards off magic, and idiots.”

Before you can respond, he pulls you into a lazy hug and presses a kiss to your temple, his smirk softening just a little.

“Happy birthday, baby. May your year be peaceful… and full of naps with me,” he murmurs.

Then, with a low chuckle, he adds, “Just don’t expect me to share the blanket every time.”

𓇼 Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie hands you a bundle wrapped neatly in cloth, inside are homemade snacks, a budget-friendly charm, and a small plush that oddly resembles himself.

“I ain’t rich, but I got you stuff you’ll like” he says, scratching his cheek with a grin. “I made those treats myself, and the charm’s supposed to bring fortune. Oh, and that plush? Thought you might want a mini version of me around.”

His eyes sparkle as he leans in a little closer. “Happy birthday, seriously. I hope you get everything you want, especially me, heh.”

Then he nudges your side with a wink. “Just don’t forget to share the snacks, yeah?”

𓇼 Jack Howl

Jack offers you a watch with your initials carefully engraved on the back. He holds it out with both hands, looking just a little flustered.

“You’re always on the move” he says. “Thought this might help you keep track of time… and, uh, never be late again.”

He glances away, cheeks tinged red, but his voice stays steady. “Happy birthday. May this year help you grow stronger, physically and emotionally. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Then, after a pause, he gently clasps the watch onto your wrist himself. “You’re important to me… so don’t go rushing ahead without me, alright?”

𓇼 Azul Ashengrotto

After your private dinner in the Mostro Lounge, Azul hands you a velvet box, inside rests a stunning pearl necklace, enchanted to shimmer gently when touched by water

“I procured this with the utmost care” he says, his tone soft and deliberate. “Beauty should be matched with elegance, something truly worthy of you.”

He stands, stepping closer to clasp the necklace around your neck himself, fingertips lingering for just a second longer.

Azul leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek before whispering,

“Happy birthday, my pearl. May your ambitions unfold perfectly, and may I remain by your side through every triumph and every quiet moment.”

He brushes his thumb gently along your jaw with a smile. “Having you near is the most precious treasure of all.”

𓇼 Jade Leech

After dinner, Jade presents you with a glass terrarium filled with exotic, softly glowing moss. Beside it rests a personalized journal, your name elegantly embossed on the cover.

“This little world is ever-growing… much like you” he says with a calm smile. “I thought you’d enjoy watching it flourish, just as I enjoy watching you do the same.”

He steps closer, placing a hand over yours with quiet warmth. “Happy birthday. May each day bring discovery, peace, and just enough surprise to keep life interesting.”

Then, with a slight bow, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“And perhaps” he adds in a whisper, “you’ll let me remain a part of that ever-growing world of yours.”

𓇼 Floyd Leech

After enjoying the food Floyd proudly made for you, he suddenly shoves a huge plush toy into your arms, it looks exactly like him, with a little hat perched on its head.

“Hehe~ I got you this so you can hug something when I’m not around” he grins. “Not as good as the real thing though!”

Before you can even react, he pulls you into a tight, almost bone-crushing hug and nuzzles into your neck.

“Happy birthday, shrimpy! Hope this year’s fun, weird, and totally unforgettable, with me causing all kinds of chaos, of course!”

He plants a quick kiss on your cheek and adds with a wink, “And if you ever miss me, just squeeze that plush. I’ll know.”

𓇼 Kalim Al-Asim

After enjoying a grand dinner with Kalim, he excitedly drags in a huge box. Inside is a handpicked collection of colorful clothes, trinkets, and sweets from his homeland.

“I wanted to share my culture with you!” he beams. “You make every day brighter, so I picked gifts that reminded me of sunshine and joy, just like you!”

He claps his hands, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Happy birthday! I wish you boundless joy, adventure, and love! Let’s make so many more memories together!”

Then he hugs you tightly and adds with a warm laugh, “Next time, I’m bringing a camel too, just wait!”

𓇼 Jamil Viper

After sharing a quiet dinner on the balcony he personally set up, Jamil hands you a carefully wrapped box. Inside is a soft scarf and a pair of earrings he made himself, with charms inspired by his homeland.

“Something practical… and a little personal” he says, his voice low. “The scarf will keep you warm. The earrings? I thought you’d like something that reminds you of my home, since you’re my home now too.”

He lowers his gaze, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Happy birthday. I hope your path this year is steady and fulfilling… and that I get to walk beside you more often.”

Then he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead.

“And if you ever get cold, don’t just wear the scarf, call me instead.”

𓇼 Vil Schoenheit

After a luxurious dinner at a fine restaurant, Vil presents you with a beautifully wrapped box. Inside are custom-made skincare products he developed just for you, a unique perfume crafted to suit your natural scent, and a delicate pressed flower sealed in glass.

“Perfection deserves to be preserved” he says gracefully. “These will help maintain your glow… though, truthfully, you shine regardless.”

He takes your hand gently and kisses it, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Happy birthday, my beautiful darling. May the year ahead reflect your inner brilliance, and may I be your mirror, always.”

Then, with a soft smile, he adds, “And if ever you forget how stunning you are, I’ll be here to remind you, every single day.”

𓇼 Rook Hunt

Rook presents you with a magical music box. As you open it, a sweet melody begins to play. Inside, you find a small handwritten note, “Mon amour éternel.”

“I made it myself” Rook says with a gleam in his eyes. “Inspired by your laughter… and your smile. Art must be cherished and you, my dear, are a living masterpiece.”

He gently kisses your cheek, the music still playing behind his words.

“Joyeux anniversaire. May life sing you a song of wonder this year, and may you never dance alone.”

Then he places a hand over your heart with a tender smile. “As long as I breathe, you’ll never be without an audience to admire your light.”

𓇼 Epel Felmier

After sharing a simple but cozy dinner at Ramshackle, Epel shyly hands you a small wooden box, carefully carved with patterns.

Inside, you find a handmade wooden comb, a small bottle of apple blossom oil, and a charm shaped like a apple. The scent is faint but sweet, like spring in Harveston.

“I know it ain’t fancy” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I made the box myself, and the oil’s from home. Thought you might like something real... something that smells like where I’m from.”

“Happy birthday” he says, then leans in to kiss your cheek quickly before pulling back. “I hope this year makes you stronger and happier and if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll be right there, alright?”

Then, in a softer voice, he adds, “You’re important to me… and I don’t say that kinda thing lightly.”

𓇼 Idia Shroud

After a cozy night in, spent gaming together in his room, Idia quietly rolls his chair over to you and pushes a sleek, gift-wrapped box into your hands, avoiding eye contact the whole time.

Inside is a custom-made handheld gaming console, the shell in your favorite colors and your initials engraved on the back. When you power it on, the welcome screen shows pixel art versions of both of you, standing under a starry sky. The message reads, "Player 2, press start. Let’s keep playing through life together."

“I-It’s not a big deal or anything” Idia mumbles, tugging his hoodie lower over his face. “I programmed the interface myself and installed all your favorite games. And… there’s a little surprise ending in one of them, b-but you’ll have to find it.”

He peeks up at you through his hair, lips twitching into a shy smile. “Happy birthday. I hope this year’s low-stress, high-score, and… filled with co-op nights. With me.”

Then, with a sudden spark of boldness, he leans in and plants a quick, awkward kiss on your cheek, before wheeling away with a flustered “Don’t look at me!!” as his hair flames pink.

𓇼 Ortho Shroud (platonic)

Ortho zooms up to you, “Happy birthday!” he says with excitement, holding out a neatly wrapped box. “I made you a personalized playlist, a mood tracker, and a virtual scrapbook of our best memories!”

The screen on his chest flickers, showing clips of your adventures together, laughing, exploring, gaming.

“I may be a machine, but my feelings for you are real” he says earnestly. “You’re my best friend, and I’m so glad I get to celebrate your special day.”

He floats up to give you a warm, gentle hug. “Let’s keep making happy data, together!”

𓇼 Malleus Draconia

After a quiet dinner under the stars at a table Malleus had prepared in the garden, he presents you with a small emerald box. Inside rests a silver ring, shaped like intertwining thorns and stars.

“I forged this with my own magic” he says gently. “A symbol of protection… and my devotion. May it guard you, even when I cannot be near.”

He takes your hand with deliberate care, slipping the ring onto your finger with a soft smile. “It suits you” he murmurs, his gaze warm and unwavering.

“Happy birthday, my beloved. May this year be filled with wonder, and may I stand beside you through every step of it.”

Then, slowly and reverently, he leans in and places a tender kiss upon your forehead. “You are, and always will be, my treasure.”

𓇼 Lilia Vanrouge

After a lively home-cooked dinner (questionably edible, but made with love), Lilia surprises you with a music box, playing a soft lullaby he used to hum in his youth.

“I may be old, but I still remember how to make birthdays special” he chuckles, handing it to you with a wink. “This tune once brought me peace during long nights… now, I hope it does the same for you.”

He floats closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Happy birthday, my little bat. May your days be long, full of laughter, and may I be there to tease you through every single one.”

𓇼 Silver

After a peaceful dinner, Silver hands you a pouch. Inside is a small dream charm with a carved moon and feather.

“It’s to protect your dreams,” he says quietly. “I made it myself. You always worry about others… so this is to help you rest easy.”

He gently ties it onto your bag before leaning in to kiss your temple, slow and sincere.

“Happy birthday. I hope this year brings you calm mornings, safe nights, and someone to share them with. If you’ll allow it… I’d like that someone to be me.”

𓇼 Sebek Zigvolt

After a formal but heartfelt dinner he insisted on preparing exactly “to standard,” Sebek presents you with a polished brooch shaped like a dragon crest, embedded with green and gold stones.

“This is not just decorative!” he declares proudly. “It’s enchanted for minor defense, and symbolizes strength and loyalty. I had it crafted to honor your worth.”

Then, quieter and a bit flustered, he clears his throat and steps closer. “Happy birthday. May your days be noble, unwavering… and shared with someone who will protect you at any cost.”

With a sharp breath, he leans in and places a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek. “Which, of course, would be me!”

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷

mwehehe happy bday to me!

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free him

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I'm sorry Im so nosy what Leona art is it? I love that man and I must know.

it was one of him from the back (with Cheka playing with his tail) and, honestly, I get it? because if you're not familiar with the character and you only see him from the back, especially in a more simplified style, your natural assumption would be. well. this is a furryman. (and genuinely it's totally fine, all the comments have been extremely nice and it's always very flattering when people outside the fandom can still appreciate my art! I'm just like...I'm so sorry, he's actually an anime catboy who just happens to be indistinguishable at certain angles, I have accidentally deceived you --)

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Could you write something for undertaker with maybe a vampire lover?

Title: There's no way

Fandom: Black Butler

Pairing: Undertaker x Vampire! M! Reader

Warnings: slight angst, comfort, slight mention of dead relatives

(Name) quietly laughed into his newest fan. His boyfriend always knew how to make his undead heart start to beat. He watched as Undertaker rose from a nearby coffin frightening the small earl who had just entered.

The tall butler beside him didn't even flinch. But from the scent and aura coming from the butler (Name) knew he expected it. (Name) crossed his legs silently. His leather pants not making a sound but apparently caught the attention of the butler.

Who apparently didn't notice him if the surprised and suspicious look he was being given meant anything. (Name) ignored the staring butler. Keeping his focus on his loving boyfriend who was now offering the earl the bone cookies he had just made. (Name) may not eat human food but he still loved being in the kitchen.

(Name) silently eyed the young earl. He undead heart clenching at purple jeweled eye and the very familiar black hair that his own son once had. The unneeded air was knocked from his lungs. His fan falling into his lap as he throat tightened.

"....Vincent?"

The earl and butler tensed as (Name) elegantly jumped from the front counter. (Name) gently reached for the child's face. He quickly grabbed the butler's hand that had gone to snatch his wrist and he squeezed. Easily breaking the butlers hand.

The Undertaker upon seeing the seriousness of the situation pulled (Name) gently away from the now glaring earl. (Name) felt his eyes burn. His once purple eyes now blood red stared. Undertaker gently turned his head to face him and shook his head.

Answering (Name)'s unasked question. (Name)'s unbeating heart broke. His quiet sobs almost silent thanks to the tight hug he was given. The Undertaker glared heatedly at the stunned demon who was staring at his already healed hand. The young earl didn't care about the heavy atmosphere.

"Who are you?"

The demand was clear and ice cold. (Name) was gently pushed back as his boyfriend slowly reach up and cupped his face. (Name) squeezed the hands softly before turning around with a heart broken expression.

Now that Ciel got a good look at his. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd had seen that face in multiple books and paintings locked up in the manor. Ciel couldn't believe his eyes. There was absolutely no way he was still alive.

"You're...."

(Name) smiled sadly.

"You're Grandfather...."

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...BE SURE TO STEP IN TIME !

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Prologue: The Start Pt.2

Previous:

Note: I’m going to start using the first/second person as well. I hope you don’t mind. ALSO your thoughts will be in first person. I’m so sorry to the people reading this 😭 I completely forgot that I posted this🙇🏽🙇🏽‍♂️🙇🏽‍♀️

In a chamber there was mummer among the newbies who had just been sorted, six students stood near each other as they faced the new students.

“Well then, I believe the dormitory divisions are done?” said a petite male with red hair and grey eyes. “Listen new students. In the Heartslabyul Dorm, I am the rule. If you dare disobey...it’ll be off with your head...remember that.”

“Ahh, finally, this tiring ceremony is over.” Yawned a deep voice. The male seemed to have dark locks and emerald green eyes. “We are going back to the dorms. Savanaclaw, follow me.”

In another section a silver haired male wearing glasses congratulated the newbies. “All new students, congratulations on your enrollment. You all can now experience a fulfilling school life. I am Octavanille’s dorm leader, and I will support you as much as possible.”

A blonde male with purple ends looked around the room noticing a certain male not there.

“I wonder where the headmaster went? He suddenly left in the middle of the ceremony,”

“Abandoning his duties....” said a voice from a tablet

“Maybe he has a stomachache?” said another male with white hair and red eyes.

Suddenly the door to the room was flung open, catching the attention of the dorm leaders as well as some of the new students.

“No, that’s not it!” Crowley announced.

“Ah, there he is,” said the redhead

“Honestly, there is a new student missing so I went to go look for them. Now then, you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten your chosen dorm. I will take care of the raccoon for now, so please quickly go in front of the mirror.” Crowley said ushering M/n forward.

“H-hold on! Wait! I think there’s been a misunderstanding!” M/n protested. However, it was in vain as the headmaster had pushed him in front of the mirror.

“State thy name.” said the face in the mirror.

“M/n L/n” you said nervously

“The shape of your soul, I do not know.”

“What did you say?” Crowly asked in astonishment.

“I do not sense any magic coming from this one. No color, no shape. Nothing” Said the mirror. “Therefore, this one is not worthy of any dormitory.”

“Well, fuck you too, you big dumb mirror. Harry Potter sorting hat rip-off.” M/n pouted. “At least I have legs! I can actually walk around!” You said aggressively gesturing to your legs.

Mummers started to rise in the background as others whispered among themselves.

“It is not possible for the ebony carriage to pick up a human who can’t use magic. Never in 100s of years has there ever been a mistake in selecting a student.” Crowley stated.

“My, my, is there a flaw in the selecting system,” cut in M/n with a cheeky grin. Crowley gave a semi-glare as he continued. “Why in the world…”

Crowley’s sentence was once again interrupted as Grim managed to break free.

“Then gimme that seat!” He yelled.

“Ah! Wait! The raccoon!” Crowley exclaimed.

“Unlike that human, I can use magic. You should put me in the academy instead!”

“I’ll cook you, you little rat!” M/n huffed.

“If you want to see magic, then I’ll show you!”

“Everyone! Take cover!” the red head yelled as they tackled M/n to the ground. Grim had thrown a fire all and after it shot across the room, it had finally hit a student. The student being the white-haied, red-eyed boy.

“UWA!? Hot! Hot! Hot! My butt’s on fire!”he cried.

“If this continues, the academy will go up in flames! Someone! Seize that raccoon dog!” He ordered.

“Tch...How troublesome.” Said the dark haired male.

“Ah? Isn't one of you specialties hunting?” Said the pretty boy. He then pointed at the rampaging Grim. “Isn’t it plump enough for you?”

“Why do I have to do it? You do it.” the male sneered.

“Headmaster Crowley, please leave it to me,” said the male in glasses. “To injure and capture this small, cute creature.” He smiled. “Everyone else doesn't want to do it, so I will take over this task.”

“Wait! Isn’t injure going a little too far?!” M/n said from the floor.

“As expected from Azul,” laughed the flying tablet.

“Can someone please help me put this fire out?!” cried the white-haired boy.

“Are any of you listening to me!?”

The lion sighed and looked over to the headmaster. “If You want that raccoon captured, then why don't you do it?”

“I said I’m not a raccoon! How many times do I have to say it?” Yelled the demon cat. “I am Grim! The one who will become a magician!”

“A small animal with such a strong will. Riddle if you please?” Glasses said. He and the male that had tackled M/n to the floor stood up.

“I can not let an enemy pass. Let’s get this over with.”

After a bit of chasing Grim, Riddle had pointed his pen and launched a spell.

“Off with your head!” The attack hit Grim and now a collar had locked itself around the cat’s neck.

“Fuggyahh!?” Grim yelped in surprise.

“Queen of Hearts Law 23: We musn’t bring cats to ceremonies. You cat, are trespassing and violating the rule. Leave this place immediately.”

“I’m not a cat! I’ll burn this collar off-Huh? My flames aren't working?”

“You can't use magic with that collar. You are no different than a cat,” Riddle smirked.

“I am not a pet!”

“Do not worry, I don't want a pet like you anyhow,”

‘Ouch that’s mean’

“When you leave the school, I will remove the collar.” Riddle finished.

“ How amazing of you riddle. Your unique Magic is also seal magic. I want it… I mean I do not want it used on me,” Azul smiled.

‘Oh hell no he's got the crazy eye’

“Do something he’s your familiar.” Crowley said.

“He’s not my familiar! I told you already!” M/n protested.

“Huh? He isn’t yours?” Crowley asked.

“Yes! I’ve been trying to tell you that!”

“You were? Ahem, well then, lets get him off school grounds immediately. I will not turn him into soup. Since, I am nice after all.” With that Grim was tossed out.

“I feel bad, he just wanted to go to school.” M/n whispered.

“Despite some trouble, the opening ceremony is now complete. Dorm leaders, please take your new students and go back to your dorms. Hmm? I haven’t seen Diasomnis’s dorm leader Draconia.” Crowley said as he looked around.

“Isn’t him not being here normal?”

“Huh? Don't tell me that no one told him about the ceremony,”

“Well, then why didn't you tell him?”

“I’m not really close to the guy,”

“That’s just being mean,” M/n said as he looked at the people conversing.

Murmurs then started to rise about someone named Malleus Draconia.

“Oh? Just as I suspected, I came here thinking he might show up.” Said a new voice. “But, it seems he didn’t get the ceremony announcement, again.”

‘Again?’

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to leave him out.” Azul said in a sadden tone.

“He just has an unapproachable aura to him.” Riddle explained.

‘I’ll be the judge of that’

“It’s fine. Diasomnia students, follow me. I just hope he isn’t sulking.” With that the new male had taken the newbies with him. After him one by one the other dorm leaders took their new students back as well.

“Well then, I am sorry but...I must ask you to leave the academy. It’s not possible to let in a student who does not have magic powers.” Explained Crowley.

“Its alright, I understand.” said the H/c male.

“But do not worry. The mirror of darkness will send you back home. Come, to the door, and pray to return home.”

M/n stepped up onto the platform of the mirror once more he took a deep breath and thought of home, at least he tried. Nothing but an ofrenda came up, however none of the pictures were clear. He could not recall anything prior to that. No village, no street name, nothing but an ofrenda with blurry photographs surrounded by candles, food, and cempasúchil.

“Mirror of Darkness! Guide this one-”

“Nowhere.” said the mirror “The place where this one belongs...is nowhere. Nothing”

“What did you say? That’s impossible. This is the first time something like this has happened since I became Headmaster. What to do … Where are you from?” Crowley asked.

M/n stood there for a second. Frozen. Trying to recall the name of where he was from, any name for that matter. Nothing but the blasted ofrenda came up. M/n looked to face the headmaster. A deep feeling settling in his stomach. Sending a chill up their spine.

“This is getting even more peculiar by the minute, and an ofrenda you say?...Let’s investigate in the library.” said the bird man as he marched away.

Heyyo… sorry for forgetting this existed 🙇🏽🙇🏽‍♀️ I’ll be better. Lmk what you think! Feedback is always welcome and apologies for any spelling mistakes. Sometimes even Grammarly can’t save me.

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BATFAM X NEGLECTED! MALE READER - PART TWO -

----- Warnings before you read ----- torture, experimentation, angst, death, use of needles

A soft ringing noise wakes you from your rest, you tried to find the cause of it, however you couldn't find the strength to open your eyes. Slowly, the noise got louder. The ringing caused a pounding in your head that made you desperately want to cover your ears, to try and block out the terrible noise. Then, it faded into a low ringing, not exactly perfect but much better.

It was in that moment of peace that everything came back to you, your family, the fight, your death.

You suddenly felt cold; an unbearable chill ran through your body. You weren't sure if the sudden chill was from the fear of your death or if it was because of the temperature. You wondered if this was how your mother felt when she died. No, you don't want to think about her, knowing how disappointed she would be in you. Your heart started racing as panic began to set in, a single thought repeated over and over again, like a mantra inside your head.

"I don't want to die"

"I don't want to die"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE"

You needed to calm down and breathe.

Your body felt heavy as if tons of weight were resting on it, everything hurt. everything but your arm... Why couldn't you feel your arm? You could feel your heartbeat getting faster and your breath getting shorter-

Then your breath caught as you realized something, you could feel your heart beating. That had to mean you weren't dead. With this realization you tried even harder to open your eyes, you struggled for a few minutes before you could finally crack them open. You took a few moments to look around the room. The walls and floor were completely concrete with a red door near the foot of the bed you were in, to the right you noticed a small rolling table that seemed to have tools on it, but you weren't able to see from your current position. A soft clack of metal caused your attention to drift to your left hand; you were strapped down by a thick piece of metal. When you tried to lift that arm you noticed that one of the screws were loose, maybe you could unscrew it with your other hand. Your gaze drifted over, and you noticed a large wrap around your stomach, your heart shuddered as you decided to ignore that, escape comes first. As you looked over, all the hope left you. Your arm was gone, cut off just below the shoulder. It was wrapped in some white gauze that was drenched in blood.

A loud creek caused your body to tense, looking over to the cause of the sound, you saw a man holding a clipboard walk in. He wore a long lab coat and had a stethoscope draped around his neck. His dark brown hair just barely reached his shoulders; his eyes had a bored look to them however, as soon as he noticed that you were awake his eyes lit up.

"Good morning!" he walked up to your right side and looked closely at the bandage. "You woke up a bit faster than I thought you would. Very good" After a moment he clicked his tongue at the state of the bandage. The man then walked over to the small table, placed his clipboard down and rolled it over to the bed. Thanks to this you were able to see most the stuff on it. There were multiple tools that looked like something a doctor would use and a few that you couldn't recognize. You opened your mouth to speak, to ask the man where you were. However, as if reading your thoughts he stopped you. "Try not to speak for a few days. Your throat was damaged a bit during the explosion. But you don't need to worry, you are safe here. I will take good care of you". His soft smile did not match the look in his eyes. "Your stomach was in the worst shape, you lost a lot of important internal organs, but I was able to get some...replacements" You wanted to ask the man what he meant but decided to save the questions for later. The man then began unwrapping the bandage on your shoulder, his touch was gentle, yet it still caused a sharp pain to shoot through your body. You grunted in discomfort but that only seemed to make your throat ache. The man then shook his head and sighed. "See? what did I tell you about speaking?", You wanted to argue that a grunt wasn't speaking, and it only happened because of him but the lingering pain in your throat caused you to instead just give him a glare. The man simply ignored your glare and instead picked up a fresh roll of gauze and rewrapped your shoulder you had to hold back any sounds in fear of the pain from your throat. He then looked at your throat. "This one was replaced a just a few hours ago, and lucky for you I am almost done with the replacement for your arm". At his words you shot him a surprised look, was this something Bruce paid for? You found it hard to believe given the state of the room you were in.

While you were lost in thought, the man then pulled out a needle and stuck it into the side of your neck, the pain was immediate. You let out a sharp yell which only made it worse. You looked up at the man, he was speaking to you, but you couldn't hear what he said. Your eyes got cloudy before sleep pulled you under.

The next time you woke up you were in a different room, this one was bright, the walls were white and there was a large light positioned overtop of you. The man from before slouched in his chair on your right side. He seemed very focused on what he was doing, he hadn't even noticed that you wake up yet. You steadied yourself and watched the man, making sure not to move any muscle more than necessary. You knew that the best thing to do in this situation was to stay quiet, after all this unknown man held a sharp tool against your skin. He seemed to be attaching the nerves to something metal, an arm you guessed, you couldn't see form this angle.

Your gaze was trained on the man as he worked. You realized that you didn't feel any pain from the operation, you realized that it must've been from whatever drug he injected you with before.

It took a while, but the man finished with a satisfied expression. After checking over his work he looked to you, a look of surprise crossed his face as he noticed you awake.

"Oh my, how long have you been awake?" He asked, as if you could answer him with what he did to your throat. Your glare seemed to speak volumes because he let out a laugh "Don't worry, you can speak now. You have an incredible healing speed. Definitely something to take advantage of" The man seemed to mumble the last part.

"Who are you?" Your voice was rough and scratchy from not using it. How long have you been out?? "Where am I?" You tried to sound threating, however given your current situation, you probably looked no more intimidating than an injured doe.

The man smiled back "I am the one who saved you, my name is Dr. Crane. During the fight between Batman and Joker you were left to die, the building you were placed in blew up. Luckly for you I was grabbing supplies for an experiment nearby and happened to be passing through the wreckage", He watched you carefully as he recounted that day's events, "Unfortunately, there was no saving your right arm. After all, it was hardly attached. Not to even mention the terrible state of your stomach, I was surprised you were even alive, it was then that I knew I had to have you as my patient. However, I had to sever the remaining bit of your arm and drag you with me. Once we were safe and far enough, I stitched you up enough to survive and brought you back to my lab."

You knew you couldn't trust him however knowing your family left you to die shattered your heart. You never thought they would just leave. You realized then that you had never truly mattered to them; you were just a tool. You resigned yourself to the painful truth before asking Dr. Crane another question.

"So, what do you plan to do with me? Kill me? Use me against Batman, I'm sure you figured out his identity because of me". You felt tired. Honestly, at that point you wished you had died, at least then you would've been able to see your mother again, feel her warm arms wrap around you, more comforting than a blanket.

At your question the man let out a laugh. "What I plan to do? It is simple. I plan to make you into my greatest project. No one will stand in your way when I am done." He seemed excited at the mere thought of your future success, "Ah, and about Batman. I honestly could not care less about him; I am a scientist after all, my projects are the most important to me".

You squinted your eyes at him, disbelief coating your features. However, you paused when you saw him reaching for a needle. "What is that for?" You demanded.

"Well, I thought since you keep waking up, we can try a few experiments. you seem healed enough for now". With that he injected the needled into your upper left arm. Pain shot through your body. Red dots danced through your vision; you hollered out in pain. You tried to move away from the pain, how? the pain is everywhere, but you were strapped to the table. Dr. Crane only watched as you withered in pain. You thought you were going to pass out, but you couldn't allow yourself to.

Use him. Use this man's smarts and take revenge on Bruce. For what he did to you. Don't give into the pain. Stay awake!

A voice echoed in your head pulling you from unconsciousness, forcing you awake. Forcing you to suffer through the pain.

Someone- Please it hurts. Please, make it stop! Save me! PLEASE!

Your pleading only seemed to make the voice stronger in your ears, refusing to let you rest. Until finally, the pain subsided into a dull ache across your body. You could feel your own face wet with sweat and tears, your body trembled and twitched. Your eyes were blurry as you tried to focus them on Dr. Crane.

"You managed to stay awake?" the surprise evident in his voice, "Interesting..." Dr. Crane rustled around the table, picking up a small vile and holding it up to your lips, "Let's keep going until you can't anymore. Ok, M/n?" Although he phrased it as a question, you didn't get the luxury to answer before he poured the liquid down your throat. You tried to turn your head, but he squeezed your cheeks with his other hand and forced your mouth open and your head still. You could feel the strange liquid slide down your throat as you tried not to swallow. Eventually you couldn't hold it anymore and had to swallow it down.

Dr. Crane did many experiments that day, you don't remember how many, only the unforgettable, excruciating pain. You lost count of the experiments after around number five.

You learned a new meaning of pain that day.

You don't know how long you were out, but when you woke up again you were in the first room you started out in. You realized you weren't strapped to the bed this time. After gathering the strength to move you got up and looked around the room, for a way out. A Sharp pain emerged from your stomach and arm thanks to the movement. Ignore it, you told yourself, there's more important things to focus on. It was obvious that your only hope was the door. So, you walked to it, using the wall for assistance.

The door was locked, you sighed, of course it was. The faint sound of footsteps echoed through the halls; you hurried back to your bed and just as you sat down, Dr. Crane walked in carrying a tray with food. After noticing you sitting back down, he let out a small huff.

"Now, now. If you're going to be trying to escape, I will have to strap you back down". He sounded like he was scolding a disobedient child. Dr. Crane placed the food down on the table that was now cleared of tools, aside from some gauze. He rolled the table over to you. On the tray was mashed potatoes, some kind of soup, and water. You looked down at the food, unsure. Dr. Crane, noticing your reluctance, picked up the spoon and grabbed some mashed potatoes, he made eye contact with you, then ate the spoonful. "See? Nothing to be afraid of, no poison. We well work on poison resistance another time"

You hesitated before hunger took ahold; you quickly scarfed down the food, as if someone would take it away. Dr. Crane watched as you ate, making sure you finished it all. You chose to ignore the obvious hint of amusement in his eyes.

"How long have I been here?" You asked once you finished eating. Dr. Crane seemed pleased that you spoke with him, he most likely assumed you would hate him. You do; you just need information.

"It has been 9 months and 13 days since I brought you here". He answered, "but, who's counting?"

You hesitated for a moment however you couldn't hold the question back. "And my family, do they know?" Your voice was quiet, as if you didn't want to hear the answer. As you met Dr. Crane's gaze your eyes held an unspeakable plea, one not even you could understand. As if Dr. Crane could read your every thought; he left your question unanswered. You laid down on your side, away from Dr. Crane, as though hiding from the truth. Dr. Crane gathered the empty dishes and left in silence; the soft click of the door rang through the air.

The next day Dr. Crane sat and chatted with you as you ate. When you finished eating, he grabbed the tray and pulled a newspaper out of his pocket and set it down on the small table. Once he left the room you cautiously picked it up. After reading the headline you felt your heart drop in sadness? fear? anger? you couldn't say for sure.

"BRUCE WAYNE REFUSES TO SPEAK AT M/N WAYNE FUNERAL"

Your fingers traced the words, then drifted to the article. Your funeral was court and simple, much like your mother's. Her voice soft in your ear as you read.

See? they never cared about you. Take revenge on them. Don't forget all those years of neglect.

The voice was all around you, there was no escape from it. It demanded revenge, you began wanting it to.

Days turned into months, then years. Every day was similar; Dr. Crane would do experiments; he'd keep testing new things until you passed out. After the experiments He would bring you food, during these times he'd always sit and talk with you, it would be about anything that came to mind, you began to feel a type of connection with him. You almost felt like he was your friend, or maybe like the big bother you always wished you had. You resigned yourself to this fate, vowing to one day get the revenge that voice promised you.

After the first couple months Dr. Crane started putting his experiments to the test. He'd take you to what he called the 'training room'. It was a white padded room with vents in all corners. There you would train in strength, agility, resistance and even testing your smarts. The worst experiment that would happen in this room was when he would release a poisonous gas, you were told to bear with it, and you did, past limits you once thought you had.

Other times he put the room to a terrible cold temperature, leaving you with nothing more than your boxers. Even as frost bite gnawed at your bare body, you gritted your teeth and refused to give into the pain.

Everyday Dr. Crane would try injecting you with something new he invented. Sometimes the drug would fail, and he would have to rework it until he deemed it a success, then after that he would take you to the training room to test it.

It was a miserable experience. However, it allowed the betrayal and hatred to build over the years you were there.

You were strong, stronger than ever before. You had him to thank for it, and you knew it. So, you resolved to give him a painless death. You had been planning your escape for years and finally you could leave and extract your revenge. As you looked down to Dr. Crane's smiling face, you knew you did what you had to do. However, you could not stop the silent tears that fell down your face. In one way or another, this man had become someone you learned to care for.

"Wonderful..." Dr. Crane's voice was shaky, he coughed up some blood. So much for a painless death. "No, don't cry over this. You are my greatest success; through your actions I will live on". His voice faded as the fire you caused wrapped around the two of you. However, His eyes remained open, so you leaned down and closed them as a final gesture of gratitude, then you left. You walked through the fire that consumed the lab, the building crumbled around you. The scene almost beautiful in a way, your white pajama pants slightly charred at the ends, you didn't even flinch as your bare feet stepped on the burning embers.

Thanks to Dr. Crane you have truly become a monster, driven only by the need for revenge.

TO BE CONTINUED

Tags @mallowryblog @blover143 @venomsvl @sunnyfield

[4hournap]

BATFAM X NEGLECTED! MALE READER

----- Warnings before you read ----- Child Neglect, Bullying, Death, Violence, Slight swearing, Angst

"My child, my pride and joy" your mother's voice was soft and quiet, she touched the side of your cheek still chubby with baby fat "should there ever be a day when I am not here with you, then you must learn to care for yourself. You must never give your heart to those unworthy". Her words carrying the weight of years of personal experience. She was the wife of the Bruce Wayne, although it was because of an unwanted arranged marriage. her long hair framed her face as she sat in the bay window, overlooking the rain falling down on Gotham, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her face.

"Mama?" your confused face caused her eyes to soften, she picked you up and sat you in her lap. She casted a sad look at you and hugged you tightly.

"M/n, listen to me" Her voice turned stern, you nodded and focused your childish doe eyes on her "you are only eight my boy, you do not yet understand how cruel this world is.", She let out a sigh "I pity you; your father is a busy man, who never spares us the time of day. Your mother is weak in both will and heath. You only have Alfred to truly rely on". Tears were streaming from her eyes as she looked out the window, no longer being able to look you in the eyes. "I wish for you to break out of these chains that bind me. Live a life where you can smile freely. promise me that, m/n".

Over the next few years Bruce brought in many children. Dick was nice, he was cheerful but never had time for you, much like father. Jason was the best brother, you two always spent time together, however, one day he died. Tim... was ok... you were still grieving from Jason's death, and Tim never cared to look your way. Cas and Steph were just... there, Bruce was always training them, and they didn't think you were worth their time. After all, you were simply the spoiled young master Wayne. Lastly, Bruce, he never spent time with you other than at galas. When you went to the galas with your parents and adopted siblings, Bruce would treat you as his precious son. However, your mother could never look at the scene for long, knowing the true neglect that you didn't even know you were experiencing. Aside from that, life was fine. You still had your mother who loved you more than anything, and you had Alfred. Alfred thought of your mother as his own daughter and treated you as his grandson. You did good in school, always wanting to see your mother's smile when she saw your grades.

However, your whole life turned upside down the year you turned 12. Your mother died; her health had been deteriorating ever since you were born.

"Baby..." her voice was shaking, you held the had she reached out, watching as her dazed eyes couldn't find you. The only other person in the room was Alfred, " 'm sorry" Her voice broke into a sob "I'm so sorry for bringing you into this terrible place, please... Please forgive me". Her hand trembled in your grasp; tears streamed down your face.

"I could never blame you mom" you promised, at your words she smiled. With the last of her strength, she spoke again.

"Remember.... don't give... your heart to... these people". Her voice faded and her hand went limp in your hold.

"MOM!", you yelled "MOTHER PLEASE!" Alfred pulled you away from your mother, you cried in his shoulder. Your sobs echoed through the halls of the manor.

Your light was gone.

Her funeral was miserable. Bruce and your adopted siblings came, but only for appearances. As soon as the basic courtesies were over, they all left. You stayed there for the whole day and deep into the night, until Alfred made you get some rest.

After your mother's death, Bruce had you train like all your adopted siblings, it was grueling. He never taught you one-on-one, he had you watch him train the other then practice on your own. He always got so disappointed when you couldn't match pace with the others. However, you wanted to please them. Make them proud. "Foolish child" you could hear your mother say

It was around this time when Jason returned, you were so excited. finally, someone who you could spend time with, you were so lonely. But he was never the same boy you once knew, he was now cold and distant. He looked at you in annoyance... Just like the rest of them.

Days in the Wayne manor passed slowly, you followed your regular routine day by day. Wake up, got to school, go home, do schoolwork, do night watches, sleep and repeat. Things changed when father brought in your half-brother, Damian. Sure, at first you were upset that your father cheated on your mother, but now you had someone you could spend time with and relate to. You thought he would go through the same neglect, instead, he was loved, welcomed. Nothing like you.

"He's had a hard life", they'd say "you wouldn't understand, you've had everything handed to you and all the love you could want". It repeated in your head, all you did was ask why he got more love than you.

It wasn't fair... IT WASNT FAIR!

No... Calm down, take a deep breath. Hold it. Release it. Repeat.

Your mother taught you that when you'd start throwing fits, she was right. There was no use in getting upset over something you couldn't change... You'd just have to prove them wrong, be the best vigilante there ever was.

Damian was the worst. He thought of you as competition, you just wanted to be his friend.

"You know", Damian began, you had asked him to hang out, he was your younger brother after all, and you have to be a good brother like Jason used to be "It's your fault your pathetic mother died".

"...What" It wasn't a question. It was a dare, "Say that again. Do you have a death wish?" Now you were standing right in front of him, your frame towering over him. The empty living room became even more silent.

"I said", He didn't back down, instead, he stood tall "You caused your mother's death. I mean, think about it. If you hadn't been born than your mother wouldn't have fallen ill". you pushed him against the wall, pinning his shoulder with enough strength to break it, if he were a normal person. "Never mind, it wasn't your fault" Oh? was he back down? No... his smirk spread "it was your mother's fault for being so weak"

WHACK

you punched at his face; he moved but you still hit the side of his cheek, then he started punching back. it became a back and forth of fists. The two of you scuffling on the floor before a voice rang out.

"What the hell is going on here!?", you both looked over. It was dick, he was followed by the rest of your adopted siblings. Both of you let go of the other, your breathing ragged. You noticed Damian's breathing was steady, as if he hadn't just been fighting. Monster

'"He-" You tried to explain yourself, but Dick cut you off. He stormed up to you, his expression was furious, and he smacked you...hard. You stood shocked, your head turned to the side and your eyes wide in disbelief, you put your hand to your burning cheek.

"You are older than him! I don't care what excuse you have, you should know better!" Dick yelled, he grabbed you by your wrist and began pulling you. "We're going to see Bruce, you can explain yourself to him". Dick dragged you to Bruces's office, his grip was painfully tight. When you two stood Infront of the doors to his office you felt dread fill you. It wasn't your fault. It was Damian's. you repeated in your head. Dick pushed the doors open quickly, Bruce looked up at his arrival, waiting for an explanation. He always just ignored you; he'd say that he was too busy and to come back later. "He was fighting with Damian. The kid just started punching him." Dick explained. You froze as your father's disapproving eyes turned to you.

NO! that's not how it happened! You had to defend yourself, say something...ANYTHING. "He-he said mother was weak! That I was the reason she died!" You stuttered as you tried to explain. He'd understand, surly. However, your hopes were crushed when Bruce's expression didn't change, when it didn't soften in understanding.

"Dick, Leave us. I'll talk with him". Bruce instructed. Dick sent you a quick disappointed glare then left, the door closed with a slight slam. The office was quite before Bruce let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "I understand that you were upset. However, that is no reason to hit your younger brother". His gaze turned to you, then back to the papers on his desk. "Aside from that, I've been meaning to talk to you".

Oh? He wants to talk to you? That has never happened before. You felt yourself getting excited, forgetting all about the scuffle with Damian.

"I have decided to make Damian the heir to the Wayne Enterprises". Bruce didn't even look at you. He never does.

"...What?" You couldn't stop the question from slipping out. No, you had to defend your position, Mother's position. Consequences be damned. "No, you can't! He is an affair child; I am supposed to take over the company!"

That was a mistake. Bruce glared at you, his piercing eyes shutting you up quickly. "Do not fight with me child. The decisions already been made. Now go get ready for your night watch". That was it. The conversation was over. When you walked to your room you passed by the living room full of your adopted siblings, all joking with each other. You watched them for a moment before made eye contact with Damian, then, he smirked.

After it became public that you were no longer going to take over Wayne Enterprises, people outside the manor stopped being kind to you. After all, you were no longer the heir to the company, why should they care about you?

That leads us a couple years in the future, to tonight, the night was hauntingly beautiful. On this night Batman and his crew of sidekicks were all out because the Joker had gotten a new toy. Some beasts with something akin to tendrils. You all had to split up, Cass and Steph, Dick and Jason, Tim and Damian. you were sent off on your own, like always. But it was fine, you were used to it. You had gotten stronger, both emotionally and physically.

but tonight was different, you couldn't handle it. you and Batman were in the same general area; however, you were both distracted with your own fights. Then a quiet voice could be heard, one that was not the joker's, you looked over and saw an elderly lady in the middle of the shopping district you were fighting in. A tendril flew at you before you could run to her, you blocked it and turned to the lady.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?", you yelled at her, she looked at you, a helpless look in her eyes. She was confused. "EVACUATE!" At your yelling, Batman looked over to you two, his eyes widened as he noticed the lady. Batman quickly finished off the beast he was fighting then turned to the lady, a tendril rushed towards her. Batman rushed to grab her first, it was close, but he successfully caught her and dropped her nearby safely.

However, the tendril turned and rushed towards you. Too fast for you to react, all you could do was yell. "DAD!" The first time you had said that in such a long time.

It was too late. The tendril pierced through your stomach.

It went quiet. You couldn't hear or see anything. Couldn't hear Batman's yell of your name, couldn't see him rushing to you. All you could see was the black tendril in your stomach. your vision got hazy, and you dropped.

You were caught, but you couldn't see who. It was terrifying, the cold you felt. Did mother feel the same way?

There was a voice... Who's? Their tone was begging. Was there anyone who cared enough to beg you to stay?

You were so, so tired... Then you saw her....

Mother

"DAD!!" Your voice cut through the air; Batman looked to you. His eyes widened at the sight of you being pierced through.

"M/N!!" Batman didn't even know he could sound so desperate. His son was going to die, just like Jason. He rushed to your side, pulling off his cape to wrap the wound. when the cape was tight enough, he grabbed you, carrying you to a distant building, one untouched by the enemy. He had to fight his way through the area, it was difficult with you in his arms, but he made sure you didn't get hurt any more than you already had. "Don't you die on me, m/n! I promise to treat you better. Don't leave me, not like your mother". He mumbled pleas as he carried you, and even more after he set you down. After he was sure you were still breathing (Although shallow and rough) Batman spoke into the communication device all of his children shared. "M/n is injured. Clear your area and hurry to [-----]. I have him resting safely in an abandoned building, we need to take him back to the manor, I'm not sure how much longer he'll last". It was less than a minute before multiple worried voices came though the mic, promising to be there soon. Batman pushed the hair from your sweaty face, "I won't let you die". With that he rushed back to the thick of the battle.

It was less than 20 minutes later when the rest of the Batfamily arrived, with them all working together they were able to take down the beasts and the joker relatively quickly. As soon as the battle was over Nightwing turned to Batman.

"Where is he!? Where is M/n?!" Nightwing's voice was rushed and out of breath from the fight, the others behind him listened closely for Batman's answer, they were all in a similar state as Nightwing. Batman pointed to an abandoned building, still untouched by conflict. No words needed to be spoken; they all took off in that direction. However, they paused as a laugh cut through the air, they all looked over to the source, it was the Joker. In a weak voice, Joker spoke.

"Boom" At his word many nearby buildings exploded, including the one batman set you in.

"NO!" Red Hood yelled, he felt terrible, he took his anger for Batman out on you, his baby brother. The same brother he swore to protect. They all took off, rushing to the building, holding onto hope that you somehow survived. The building you were set in was completely destroyed, but they all keep searching, they needed proof you were truly gone.

Damian paused his search, before quickly moving stones. His sudden hurry caused the others to all join him. they found something...

bits and pieces of batman's cape, then.... an arm... your arm...

You were gone, and they never had the chance to apologize, to spend movie nights with you, to take you out to eat, to celebrate your birthday.

It only took your death for them realize they failed you.

TO BE CONTINUED

[4hournap]

Batfam x male reader

Angst. Comfort?

Prologue Summary (I forgot to save): Constantine travels to Gotham because he felt powerful, raw magic. Batman and the batfam try to help. Again they tried because none of them knew anything about magic.

Batman was someone that didn’t like metas and magic on his city. It almost never happens, but it seems that Gotham was a little bit too peaceful and calm… really weird.

It was a quiet night, you and the family decided to take some time off the vigilante life, but Bruce didn’t like that. He decided to stay on patrol all night with robin, AKA Damian Wayne.

Things got really messed up when Bruce brought Damian to the manor, the only one that seemed to stand him a little bit was Dick.

Jason and Tim on the other side were kind of not fucking with it. Tim didn’t care, he understood why he was born and it wasn’t exactly Bruce’s fault. Jason lost all the little trust that he was building up with Bruce, once he saw Damian.

He wasn’t pissed off because of having another brother. He was mad because not only did he make another child suffer, but he cheated on you, again.

Dick loved all his brothers, although while time passed he seemed less talkative, less energetic and enthusiastic. Every time Bruce tried to talk to him he would just say hi or just wave awkwardly. He tried his best to be positive and supportive as he was, but he couldn’t help himself from lashing out on Bruce.

The night Dick came back to the manor he thought it was just going to be another kid Bruce found. But as soon as he saw you throw your ring at Bruce’s face with tears on your eyes. His whole world changed. He screamed like he never had before. He couldn’t blame Damian. After all he was the product of Bruce’s infidelity.

You couldn’t hold it anymore, all the emotions you felt when Bruce stabbed you in the back over and over again… you felt trapped. The healthy way of solving things were if you got a divorce and left him behind, but you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t leave your boys and Alfred alone in this mess of a family.

All that thoughts and emotions seemed to bring something back on you. Something more powerful and dangerous than everything you’ve seen before.

3 days after you found out about Bruce secret child, Dick decided that you would stand up and have some fresh air. After all you can’t stay in your room for more than 3 days without coming out of your room. You somewhat agreed and wore the biggest jacket you could find in the manor.

“How about we have some ice cream? Oh remember that place where we used to go every day when I was younger?” You smiled at the memory, Dick begged you to take him there every Friday afternoon. And then there was him… how he would hold your hand and kiss it. How he changed for you and Dick.

As soon as he saw you tear up, he grabbed your shoulder and sprinted to the old ice cream station. “Hey how about we get your favorite?” Dick nervously smiled and didn’t let you think of anything before he interrupted you.

On Dick’s mind, he thought that if you forgot about everything that happened in the past you would feel better. That’s why he didn’t let you think of anything.

“How about we go watch a movie later! Didn’t you use to watch those old movies about magic and fantasy?” You opened your mouth to talk, but you were interrupted again. “A Disney movie? Or maybe a Dreamworks movie?”

“Dick…”

“I do usually prefer Disney movies”

“Dick”

“But if you want to watch-”

“DICK!” You screamed with the energy you had left.

“I know what you’re trying to do… helping forget about the past won’t help. I am so stupid, to think that I could have a happy life with a play boy. I can’t handle it! I mean I forgiven him about 4 time now, and if I forget about what Happened it will just happen again!” You finally let your tears out all those emotions hidden deep inside you.

“You’re right… no matter what I do. I can’t fix anything! I thought I could make a difference. That maybe this time Bruce would learn. But I’m always wrong!” He hugged himself and tried to hide his face.

“It’s okay… really, but I don’t think me and your father will be the same ever again. Don’t hurt yourself because of our decisions… Dick you are always there when I was in my lowest moments, when I felt like my world would crash down… and you were there for me.”

You smiled with some tears running down your burning cheeks. “Soon… I realized that you were my world. You and all of your brothers… that’s why I never give up. I couldn’t afford to see all of you hurt because of me. I’m strong because of you…”

“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry that I could realize that I was wrong… since the first time I met you dad, I thought I wouldn’t move on of my parents death, but you showed me love, you showed me what Bruce couldn’t give me. You showed me a family.”

After a long 10 minutes of hugging, you noticed something strange. The cashier that you knew was the old, ice cream man’s daughter. She seemed sad and sorrowful. You thought it was just something that happened to her or something, but when you looked around the store.

You panicked, you were ignoring the signs at first, but now it started to worry you a lot. Not only were you controlling everyone’s emotions and thoughts.

“It’s everything okay?” Dick looked at you worried if something happened. Your mind quickly went back to your body making you shiver.

“Yes just this ice cream has sprinkles and I don’t like sprinkles!” You awkwardly and nervously answered. “Hey what do you say about we go watch the movie that you suggested, I’ll help me forget about what’s going on.”

You stood up and walked to the exit not noticing a pair of eyes that were watching every move you took.

“Seems that I have found our magic source…” the man smiled and also stood up to the exit.

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So… it’s been a while. I wanted to write a little something for my children. Anyway I had this idea for a while, Batdad that has the power of an alicorn from MLP or something like that. NOW HEAR ME OUT, I PROMISE IT WONT END UP LIKE SHIT.

This is just a short prologue to see if it has potencial. Also cuz this has been in my head for a long time. Anyways bye people.

And GO TO SLEEP.

[4hournap]

I'm sorry Im so nosy what Leona art is it? I love that man and I must know.

it was one of him from the back (with Cheka playing with his tail) and, honestly, I get it? because if you're not familiar with the character and you only see him from the back, especially in a more simplified style, your natural assumption would be. well. this is a furryman. (and genuinely it's totally fine, all the comments have been extremely nice and it's always very flattering when people outside the fandom can still appreciate my art! I'm just like...I'm so sorry, he's actually an anime catboy who just happens to be indistinguishable at certain angles, I have accidentally deceived you --)

[4hournap]

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Asleep ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

featuring — Trey : Jack : Jade : Jamil : Rook : Idia : Silver.

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𖦹 Trey Clover

The two of you had been talking about pastries, specifically, what kind of desserts you would like to bake together for your second anniversary. Trey was calmly listing the best fillings for tarts while you murmured your agreement, curled under your blanket with your phone pressed to your ear.

“What about lemon curd?” he asked, his voice soft in the quiet night.

You didn’t answer right away. He paused, then smiled softly when your steady breathing filled the line instead.

“You fell asleep on me again, didn’t you?” he whispered fondly. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

The next morning, you woke up to a message,

Trey: You must’ve been tired, huh? Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll make us something sweet tomorrow. Goodnight ♥️

𖦹 Jack Howl

You both are talking about favorite hiking trails and places, Jack enthusiastically describing the best mountain view he had ever seen in his hometown. He loved wandering around, and you genuinely enjoyed hearing him open up.

“One day, I’ll take you there,” he promised. “You’ll love the sunrise from the ridge.”

Your tired murmurs slowly faded until your soft snore reached his ears. He blinked, a quiet laugh escaping him.

“Hmph. You always fall asleep when I’m getting to the good part,” he murmured, his ears twitching gently. “Good night, shorty.”

The next day, you saw his message,

Jack: Hope you had a good rest. Sorry if I rambled too much. I’ll tell you the rest later, and I meant what I said. I want to watch that sunrise with you. Sleep tight, shorty.

𖦹 Jade Leech

Your topic of the night? Mushrooms and his latest adventure with the Mountain Lovers Club, something Jade spoke about with unusual affection.

“Did you know certain bioluminescent fungi only glow under moonlight?” he asked, his smooth voice almost lullaby-like.

You loved hearing the quiet excitement in his tone. But eventually, your responses began to slow until silence spoke in your place. Jade tilted his head, amused.

“Oh? My, how cruel of me. I bored you to sleep, didn’t I?” he teased, though the fondness in his tone said otherwise. He listened to the sound of your light breathing and smiled to himself.

“I suppose I should feel honored,” he murmured, “to have accompanied you into slumber. Sweet dreams, dearest. I’ll tell you more about the glowing ones when you wake.”

The morning brought this message,

Jade: You drifted off so peacefully, I didn’t dare wake you. May your dreams be full of quiet adventures. Sleep well, my dearest.

𖦹 Jamil Viper

You were venting about your day, petty annoyances, classwork, and how someone in the cafeteria kept taking your favorite snack. Jamil listened intently, offering his usual dry wit and soothing replies.

“If that happens again, I’ll make something for you myself,” he said. He was about to suggest more food options when he realized you weren’t answering.

“…Huh. Did you seriously fall asleep mid-rant?”

He sighed, though there was fondness in his voice. “Of course you did. You always push yourself too hard.”

After a pause, he whispered, “Rest easy, my charmer. I’ve got your back, even in your dreams.”

The next morning’s message read,

Jamil: Sleep well, drama queen. I’ll cook something for you later. You owe me the rest of that rant. Sweet dreams, (name).

𖦹 Rook Hunt

Your late-night chat was filled with poetry, he recited romantic verses in French, and you shyly tried to keep up.

“Ah, très charmant!” he praised your attempt, his voice gleaming with delight.

You giggled softly before your voice faded completely. Rook paused, then grinned.

“Ah��� my beloved has fallen into slumber, lulled by poetry. What a vision,” he whispered almost theatrically.

When you wake up, your screen lit up with a message,

Rook: You looked so radiant even in sleep… like a rose at twilight. Sleep as long as you wish, mon trésor. I will be waiting with the dawn and a sonnet just for you.

𖦹 Idia Shroud

You had been talking about your favorite game lore, with Idia chiming in from his room, his blue flames flickering as he explained a hidden cutscene you’d missed.

“And then, if you collect the right shards, it unlocks...wait, hello? You still there?”

Static and soft breathing met him.

“Did you seriously log out on me IRL?” he muttered, half-flustered, half-laughing.

He stared at the screen for a long moment before speaking in a low voice. “Good night, Player Two. Sweet dreams… and may your HP stay full. I’ll finish the story when you’re up.”

The next morning, your screen lit up with a message,

Idia: You snored at the best part… but it was kinda cute. Let’s co-op again tonight, yeah?

𖦹 Silver

You were talking about dreams, his recurring ones and your favorite ones. It was one of Silver’s favorite late-night topics. His voice was gentle, already laced with drowsiness even before you began to yawn.

“Dreams are strange, aren’t they?” he mumbled. “But when I talk to you like this, I feel like I’m already in one.”

When he noticed your breathing had turned rhythmic and your replies had faded into silence, he smiled softly, not surprised in the least.

“You always drift off so easily with me…” he murmured, his eyes closing as he began to rest too. “Sleep peacefully. I’ll meet you in the dream, love.”

He sent a message before dozing off himself,

Silver: You sound peaceful… like the kind of dream I’d never want to wake up from. Rest easy. I’ll be right here when you open your eyes. Good night, love.

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𖦹 taking a break from doing requests ˎˊ˗

[4hournap]

I’ll pop in and request Igris from solo leveling x reader if you’d be up for it 👀

of course! ;)

(side note: i’ve only seen season one of the anime and took some liberties with how anyone other than sung jin woo would wind up in igris’ dungeon in the first place.)

You should never have entered this fucking dungeon.

The double doors at your back are the only thing holding you up, and only because you’re making a conscious effort to press your shoulder blades into the wood, the pain just sharp enough to stave off the blackness creeping in at the edges of your vision. 

Those fucking knights had really done a number on you. They were slow, cumbersome creatures, but their armor had been thick enough to snap your favorite blade in two, and there had been so many of them -

“Fuck,” you muttered, halfway between a sob and a laugh. This was really how you were going to die, wasn’t it? Wounded and alone and bleeding out in this godforsaken dungeon. At least there weren’t any of those knights in the room. Just you and a path lined in columns leading to a large, empty throne.

Snic.

Alerted by the sound, you struggled to lift your head, blinking the sweat and blood from your eyes as you took in the throne at the far end of the room - empty still, but blocked from your line of sight by a figure that had definitely not been there when you first staggered in and slammed the door shut behind you. The form was recognizable enough as belonging to another knight, but he was so unlike what you had just faced that you were drawn up short - tall and slender, clad in crimson armor and sporting a helm that boasted a long plume of blood-red hair. In his right hand was clasped the hilt of a dark blade - a blade leveled right at you.

Gritting your teeth, you pushed yourself to your feet. Your head swam at the movement, a cold numbness creeping up your spine, but you forced yourself to take a step toward the approaching knight, and then another, and then another. If you were going to die, it wouldn’t be while you were crumpled up pitifully on the floor. You’d earned better than that, goddamn it.

This knight was strong - of that, you were certain. Far stronger than you could take on in this state. Far stronger than you could take on at your peak. You were a decent rank, but even one of those National Level Hunters would have trouble with this guy, you were sure. There was just something about him - something about his stance, his aura, that spoke of just how powerful he truly was.

There were worse creatures to fall to, you decided, grunting as you dragged your body closer to the crimson knight. His cape flared out around his shoulders as he drew to a stop, blade held aloft in your direction. His eyes gleamed white within the darkness of his helm. 

“Why’d you stop?” you murmured, voice strangled with the weight of the pain coursing through you. It occurred to you that someone as powerful as this knight might find an opponent in your sorry state an unworthy foe, and you bared your teeth at the thought, stumbling forward even as blood poured from the wound in your side. “I’m not dead yet. I can still fight.”

The knight’s head tilted - just a touch, the muted clang of his helm barely able to penetrate the rushing in your ears. 

“You heard me,” you bit out, reaching for the edge of his blade, uncaring as the steel sliced into the meat of your palm. You could barely even feel it. “I’m not dead yet.”

It was as though you were trying to convince yourself along with the knight, and you pushed back a surge of tears as he continued to watch you, white eyes burning, not speaking, not moving. 

“Just do it already,” you sobbed, angry, afraid. You pulled on the blade at the same time that you pushed yourself forward and closed your eyes before you could feel the steel rip through your flesh, only to gasp and pitch forward as the knight wrested his sword from your grip and held it well out of your reach.

You fell against his chest, grunting at the impact of his crimson armor against your bruised and tender flesh. Abruptly, your wrath depleted, almost as quickly as it had flooded through you, and you sobbed out a curse as you slumped into the knight’s hold, realizing with belated surprise that his gloved fingers had come up to press against your spine and keep you standing.

“Damn you,” you croaked against his chest, only for your breath to catch on a gasp as the knight sheathed his blade and lifted you into his arms. The room spun around you, yet as your vision settled you found yourself the focus of those strange, white eyes, the muted hush of the knight’s breath mingling with the rapid gallop of your heart as he turned away from the door and carried you further into the depths of his sanctum. 

You didn’t know where he was taking you, or even if you would survive the trek there, no matter how short - you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, the pain fading as your body grew numb to it. Yet the sensation of the knight's arms remained - strong, steady. Warm. 

It wasn’t such a bad way to go, you decided.

[4hournap]

Just my brain thinking.

Batfam dabble???

-What if one day Jason came back to his apartment to find a guy in a red charro suit with gold embellishments holding a clipboard 📋

-Jason is (understandably) freaking it in his head.

-"Who the hell are you?" Holds up 🔫

-"Im death"

-"wat"

-and then "death" goes on to explain that he's here to check up on Jason since it's been a while after the whole resurrection.

-"The bringing you back to life left everyone puzzled back in the... afterlife. But since your soul is no longer in need of harvesting *cough*for now*cough* I'm just here making sure you're functioning properly. Now, I see you have the correct number of limbs, doesn't have 2 heads, speaks coherently, check, check, check."

-Jason just keeps the 🔫 up, threatening to pull the trigger.

-"Please, that's not going to do anything, see?" Death then proceeds to make the clipboard disappear into gold dust, take off his head, and hold it out Shakespearean style.

Not really sure where I was going with this

┐('～`;)┌ Just my brain thinking random thoughts. Another dabble(?) was death bringing back loved ones for one night (Day of The Dead) The Book of Life style.

Okie that's all bye

[4hournap]

The Forgotten Twin

°Part1 °part2 °part3

Y/N loves being at school, talking, and finding people who share his interests, like reading and playing games. He loves school even more because Damian always skips class, saying the city needs him more than the school. This makes him feel more at ease now that Damian isn't there to be teased and teased.

After school, he also goes to the park to swing. He feels amazing when the air hits his face, like flying high. But he doesn't stay on the swing for long.

Last week, while exploring the mansion because he was bored and no one was giving him a chance to talk, he found an opening behind one of the huge paintings hanging on the wall. He was afraid to go inside at first, because it looked dirty and full of insects and spiders, but he gathered his courage and took a flashlight and a mask to cover the lower part of his face to prevent him from getting a dust allergy.

He was careful entering the opening; it was small, but not for him, but for people the size of his father. He closed the hole with the board again so no one would scold him if they saw him like this. After walking a distance, the hole inside began to get larger, allowing him to stand and not crawl, until he reached a wall with a ladder leading up. Y/N pointed the flashlight upwards and realized that the distance seemed long, so he hung the flashlight above his head and began climbing the ladder up. The wall was dirty and the place was full of spider webs. It seemed that Alfred hadn't come or hadn't cleaned this place before.

Once Y/N reached the top, the place was very spacious, filled with boxes and furniture. There was a very small window through which light came. Since the sun was about to set, Y/N decided to look for a flashlight for this place, if there was one. He found small LED lights wrapped around the room, but they weren't working because the battery had died. So he turned off his flashlight, took the battery, and put it in the LED lights. Once the place was lit, it was even larger than Y/N had seen with the flashlight. Y/N was fascinated by the place and curious to explore the boxes, but he was worried. Would his father be angry if he found out? Had his father hidden this place for a reason? What if his father didn't know about it?

After thinking for a few minutes, Y/N decided that he would explore the place first. If he found anything that might cause trouble or something dangerous, he would leave and forget about this place. So he started exploring, and surprisingly, Y/N found a lot of things, all of them damaged. Like his father's weapons and equipment, but they were all damaged. There were some antiques and paintings that looked very old. Hhe also found a bed, but it was broken and dirty. Suddenly, a great idea came to Y/N. What if... What if he cleaned this place so it could be his secret place? What if he fixed the bed and added more lights so this place could be his room? Y/N trembled with excitement. He wanted to do this. He wanted this place to be his, his property, something that belonged to him.

And that's what happened. Y/N came to own that room, which he later discovered was the mansion's attic. He started going there every time he came home, and he even found passages leading to the kitchen, the cave, and even the garage. There were a lot of passages leading to random rooms, so Y/N made a map of the passages. And hung it in the attic. His room.

Now he's walking home. It's a long way, but he doesn't want to call Alfred. The last time he called Alfred, his father got angry at him because he needed Alfred for an errand. So he started walking home. He wanted to quickly get back to his attic. Today he'd be disassembling appliances. He's not a mechanical expert, but he loves taking things apart, so he'll take them apart and reassemble them, of course. He doesn't want his father to get angry if he finds out he's disassembling his appliances. But there's a problem that's bothering Y/N right now. Someone has been following him for five days. He may not be an expert in combat, but the League of Assassins has trained his senses to observe. He's not sure what to do. He's tried to tell his father, but he refuses to give him time to talk. He's tried to tell Alfred, but he's afraid his father will get angry if he keeps Alfred busy. And he definitely won't tell Damian; he'll make fun of him and won't help him. Dick's busy in Bludhaven, Tim doesn't talk or look at him, and Jason's scary, so no, he just has to deal with it on his own. The thing is, he doesn't know who or why. Maybe it's one of the ninja from the League of Assassins, maybe it's not. The strange thing is, they haven't attacked yet, or even tried to get close; they're keeping their distance. But as soon as he reaches the edge of Wayne's mansion, the person watching him disappears, as if he just evaporated. Y/N doesn't care as long as he's okay, but he still has to find a solution without hurting or upsetting anyone. He wants to resolve this peacefully. Maybe... tell the police? From what he'd heard from his father and brother Damian when they'd spoken before, the police in Gotham were just a name, and they all worked for the villains... so maybe not. He wouldn't tell the police... so who would he tell? Who would he seek safety from?...

Y/N reached the attic from the parking garage so as not to run into his father, not wanting to upset his father. As he sat on his bed in the attic and looked out the window, a thought came to him... maybe a thought that would anger his father and his brother Damian, or perhaps the entire family, but... he couldn't deal with the unknown person stalking him alone... so he grabbed his bag and took out a notebook. Then he took out a pair of gloves he'd put in the attic while cleaning. He grabbed the pen and began writing on the paper:

"Mr. Batman, please read my letter seriously. This isn't a prank or even a trap. If it were, I would have put a line in my letter. So, please help me with my problem. Someone is stalking me, and I'm worried about this. I have no desire to fight or hurt anyone, and I'm unable to even defend myself. I don't have any enemies, but my family does, and they may be planning to kidnap or even kill me. I haven't seen this person's identity or even their features, but I have a strong feeling. This stalker has been stalking me every morning, and as soon as I return to my family's home, they disappear completely. This has been happening for five days and is still happening. If you can help me, please write "yes" in this same letter and write some questions, if you have any. Return the paper to its place when you're finished."

Y/N tore the paper from the notebook and folded the letter. It was impossible for him to write his name; he knew how his father would react if it was him. Then he thought... where should he put it? Maybe on a bat signal? No, maybe he'd see it, and maybe the paper might get damaged by the wind and rain... As he thought, a thought flashed through his mind... His father's cars... Maybe if he put them there... If he put them there, someone would see them, Alfred or his father, and then he'd have to deal with it! Yes... The garage doesn't have many cameras, especially the secret passage he'd discovered, and even if his father put a camera after he discovered the message, there were other passages where he could place other messages.

With hope and determination, Y/N immediately got up, went to the secret passage leading to the garage, and then got out. As soon as he arrived, he looked at the cars and chose one his father would use soon. He then placed the message on the windshield and returned to the attic from the passage. He would then go down to his room, see what happened, and try to hear his father's reaction. Indeed, he went down to his room and then came out pretending to go to the kitchen to get water. Tim and Damian were in the cave, and his father was talking to Alfred in front of the door, ready to leave for the company... Y/N looked expectantly as he saw his father and Alfred go out to the garage. Y/N waited on one of the chairs in the kitchen holding a glass of water and drank slowly. Not ten minutes passed until his father came back quickly with Alfred and went to the bat cave. Then he knew that his plan had succeeded. He immediately rushed to his room, then to the attic, then to the secret passage to the bat cave. The passage in the bat cave was blocked by a huge stone hiding the passage. He could roll it but they might hear him. So he would stay put and listen to what they said.

"Tim, I want you to scan this paper immediately for fingerprints, right now!" Bruce said with a tense jaw.

Tim turned to Bruce curiously, and Damian stopped training upon seeing his father's expression. "Aren't you supposed to leave for the company with Pennyworth?" He took the paper from Bruce and, as soon as he read it, looked back at Bruce. "I don't understand. It's a letter. What's wrong with it?"

This time, Alfred spoke. "We found it in the garage in one of Mr. Bruce's cars." Bruce continued. "This person knows my identity as Batman... Scan the paper and find any fingerprints you can find."

Tim was shocked. "Oh my God!" He immediately took the paper from Damian to scan it and find any fingerprints.

"How so? Maybe it's a prank!" Damian said, but Bruce shook his head. "No... because this person placed the letter so that the cameras would sound the alarm, which means they know where the cameras are in the garage. And of all the cars, they placed it in front of the car I'm going to leave in. So it might not be a prank."

"But... the letter said he needed help. Does that mean this person is in danger?" Tim spoke.

Bruce sat back in his chair, thinking, "Yes, it's possible. The letter said his family has a lot of enemies, so it could be one of two things: his family is very influential, or maybe his family is heavily in debt and could be in danger. And most likely he's from a wealthy family, because he'd have to have a skilled hacker to hide his escape from the cameras, or maybe he paid someone skilled at disguise to place the letter."

"There are no fingerprints, there's some dust, but... the ink used... you might be right, Bruce, that ink isn't cheap. A family in debt might use it..." Tim said, reading the results on the screen.

"So what do we do?" Damian looked at his father.

"There's no other solution but to answer this person and see what happens, but we have to search the place first. I want to make sure he's not watching us."

Y/N’s heart pounded as he pressed his ear against the cold stone of the hidden passage, listening to every word. His father’s voice was sharp, urgent—nothing like the dismissive tone he used with him.

"Tim, I need you to cross-reference any recent threats against prominent families in Gotham. If this person is being targeted, it might connect to one of our cases."

"On it," Tim replied, fingers flying across the keyboard.

Damian crossed his arms. "This could still be a trap. The League has used similar tactics before."

Bruce’s jaw tightened. "Maybe. But if there’s even a chance someone innocent is in danger, we can’t ignore it."

Y/N’s breath hitched. Innocent. The word stung. They didn’t know it was him. They wouldn’t care if it was him.

"Tt. But if this fool is being followed, they clearly lack the skill to handle it themselves."

Y/N clenched his fists. Of course Damian would say that.

Tim frowned at the note again. "Whoever wrote this sounds scared. They’re not asking for Batman to fight for them—just for help. That’s… not how most villains operate."

Bruce nodded slowly. "We’ll leave a response. If they’re telling the truth, we’ll find them. If it’s a trap, we’ll be ready."

Y/N’s stomach twisted. They’re actually taking this seriously.

Because it wasn’t him.

Because to them, a stranger’s plea mattered more than their own son’s existence.

The Next Morning Y/N forced himself to act normal. He dressed for school, smiled at Alfred’s breakfast offer, and ignored the way his hands shook.

Damian wasn’t at the table—probably already in the Cave, discussing the mysterious letter.

Tim barely glanced up from his coffee.

Bruce was gone.

Same as always.

But today, Y/N couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt.

The moment he stepped into Gotham Academy, the weight lifted.

"Y/N! Over here!"

His friend, Lucas, waved from their usual spot. Y/N forced a grin and joined him, letting the chatter about video games and weekend plans wash over him.

This is what normal feels like.

But even here, the fear lingered.

Because they was still out there.

The stalker.

The shadow that followed him every afternoon, vanishing like smoke at the manor’s gates.

After school, Y/N didn’t go straight home.

He went to the park.

The swings were his secret escape—the closest thing to flying.

He kicked off, soaring higher, the wind whipping through his hair.

For a few seconds, he could pretend he wasn’t Y/N the Forgotten

Just a boy.

Just free

But then—

A flicker of movement in the trees.

His blood ran cold.

He’s here.

The stalker.

Watching.

Waiting.

Y/N’s grip tightened on the chains. He didn’t run. Not yet.

Because for the first time, a dark thought crept in:

What if I let them take me?

Would anyone even come looking?

Y/N shake his head.

no, i shouldn't think like that...

He stood up and walked back home.

That night, Y/N didn’t sleep.

He worked in the attic, dismantling an old Bat-computer component with trembling hands.

If I fix this… if I make myself useful…

But the wires blurred.

Tears fell onto the circuitry.

Why am I even trying?

Bruce had never cared about his skills.

Only Damian’s.

Always Damian’s.

The next morning, Y/N almost dropped her bag when he saw it. The letter. In his father's hand.

His father was heading to the garage. Y/N immediately walked after Alfred And Bruce, and...

YES

he saw the word YES on the letter.

That was all.

No questions.

No demands.

Just… YES.

Batman was going to help.

But Batman didn’t know it was him.

And when he found out?

Y/N’s breath came in short, panicked gasps.

He’ll be furious.

They all will.

Because he’d dared to waste their time.

Because he’d dared to ask for help.

Y/N’s heart pounded violently as he walked to school, his mind racing with what to write next. Details… but not too many. His father is a detective, after all. He couldn’t risk giving himself away.

At school, hidden in the back of the library, he pulled on his winter gloves, took out a fresh sheet of paper, and began writing in careful, measured strokes:

"Thank you for accepting my request, Mr. Batman. The person stalking me is usually at Gotham Park, and sometimes hides on the rooftop of ‘Hello’ Café. They appear in the afternoon and follow me until I reach home. Please, just stop them. There’s no need to hurt them."

He paused, rereading the words. Too vague? Too obvious? No—it had to be enough.

Now, where to leave it?

The garage was no longer safe. Bruce would have added cameras after the first note.

His father’s room.

That was the only place that had no cameras

After school, Y/N didn’t go to the park. He went straight home, slipping inside unnoticed.

Up to the attic.

Through the hidden passage.

Into Bruce’s bedroom.

The room was empty, untouched—just like always.

Y/N placed the note on the pillow, then hesitated.

Proof.

He needed proof someone had been here.

Carefully, he cracked open the window—just enough to suggest an intruder.

Then he vanished back into the walls, leaving no trace but the whisper of paper against silk.

Y/N sat in the living room, pretending to read.

Waiting.

Watching.

Will he notice?

Will he even care?*

The front door opened.

Bruce walked in, Alfred behind him.

Y/N’s breath caught.

But Bruce didn’t even glance his way.

He just headed upstairs.

To his room.

To the note.

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