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Danny:Some times I got to the bottom of the ocean and pet the fish down there. My favorite is the Dumbo octopus. They have no idea what human affection is for comforting touch so they have no idea what's going on. But the octopus is smart enough to register it. Can you imagine how hard it is for them to convey that to other sea life? Like getting touched by an incomprehensible god that came from the heavens and then dissappeared in the sky.

The rest of the Justice League: ...

Superman: That's a...nice addition to the meeting Phantom. Does anyone have something they want to add?

Aquaman: Yeah, Phantom please stop trying to start a underwater cult or whatever you are doing until I figure out how that effects the deep sea ecosystem.

Barry: I think you should keep doing it Phantom. I would do the same if I could.

Superman: Actually I did that once as well. I just didn't say anything because I knew what Aquaman would say.

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A wife?

Danny did sign something. While he thought he was signing a contract stating he was going to own a truck, it apparently was a marriage contract. Yup in a clear letter does it states that under the husband was his signature. The question is who the hell was his wife? Timothy Jackson Drake was what he read. Did he get married to a dragon?

Nope, apparently he is completely human. This contract was formed in order to retrieve a soul that has been lost in time. Good for him but bad news for Danny.

Ghosts are known for their emotions and are taken very seriously. Sooner or later his people will find out and demand to meet their queen? Haaa... could he just kidnap the dude? He did basically sold his soul to him. After all Ghost vowels are different from human ones and this contract was drafted based on the husband's custom.

But didn't that mean he doesn't get to do all of the paperwork? This is honestly a bad deal for his queen. Though he holds the title he doesn't get the power that comes with it till he can prove himself in front of their people. Danny really doesn't have the time to tell him about this so a letter will have to do.

"Dear Tim Drake, due to some unfortunate events you are now The Queen of The Infinity Realm. Though you hold this title you are not recognized as The Queen until you can prove you are worthy of such power you can hold. The reason you are Queen is because I King Phantom of The Infinity Realm accepted your purpose. Please note that the book attached will explain all you need to know for the basic. There is another book that goes into more of becoming The Queen if you wish to stand by my side. But if you chose not please note that we are forever tied based on ghost culture. The books should tell you everything you need to know. You should also note that this letter and book can only be read by Timothy Jackson Drake.

Best regards

King Phantom"

There that should do it. It wasn't a well written letter but on such short notice this was good. Now to send it and that will be one less problem for him. After all who would be crazy enough to accept such a deal?

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When he woke up Danny was confused. He didn't have the habit of sleeping while standing. As he tried to take a step forward his feet buckled underneath him, as if he had never walked before. He fell to his knees.

Danny grabbed the nearest object to get up again. The tube that he used as help, was the size of an adult sized human, it was glowing lightly, with clothes floating inside. That was when he noticed he was naked. Still his mind was quite groggy, so he slowly stood up and tried to get the clothes inside the tube. He looked around a bit and found a fingerpad-scanner. He put his finger on it and it opened.

After dressing himself in the blue jeans and black t-shirt with a red symbol on it, Danny was a little bit confused, the clothes were a bit big on him, no matter. As his mind slowly became clear he looked around the room. He didnt recognize it, but all the tubes with some kind of fluid including the tube he came out of (it had the same fluid), reminded him of Vlad's cloning lab.

The question formed in his head before he could think further. Am I a clone? But whose?

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Fic Title: Whispers You Barely Know

  “Hello,” breathed the voice. Tim opened his eyes slowly, realizing he'd fallen asleep at the computer again.

 “Hello,” he said back.

 “Where… you….” the voice whispered. Tim sighed. 

 “I’m in Gotham,” he told it. 

 His soulmate didn't answer. Tim tried not to let the same angry twist in his gut affect him. He shut his eyes, breathing in.

 There wasn't a reason to be angry. There wasn't a reason to be mad.

 There…

 “I… in… Park…” the voice said. 

 “I can't hear you,” Tim said. 

 No answer.

 The mantra of no need for anger snapped, and Tim shoved himself away from the computer. He stomped his way into the kitchen, chewing on his lip. He bit too hard and winced as the copper tang of his split skin hit his tongue. 

 Tim’s shoulders dropped. 

 You could hear your soulmate. They could speak to you, and usually it was a good guide. You couldn't say your name, but you could tell where you lived.

 Tim, though, could never hear his soulmate clearly. It was just whispers. Sounds he could never quite make out.

 It pissed him off, even if he tried to hide it. It felt funfair, in the way many things felt unfair to him. His parents always left him alone, barely bothering to hire a babysitter or nanny when he was younger. 

 Bruce had tried everything short of actually beating him to get him to stop being Robin. Stephanie got a free pass and Bruce TOLD HER Tim’s identity. 

 Dick had tried to make him into a replacement for Jason. Jason had tried to beat the shit out of him for being Robin. 

 Damian got to be an aggressive brat to Tim, including trying to murder him, but Tim was a danger because he wanted to hurt the man who killed his father.

 Stephanie faked her death and then basically harassed everyone to get her to talk to Tim after their breakup, despite him asking for space. She then proceeded to try to team up with Bernard to ‘tease ‘ him, and got offended when Bernard shut that down. 

 Then Bernard found his soulmate and Tim got fucking whispers in his head not a voice. 

 It wasn't fair. It was never fair.

 Tim stood in his apartment kitchen feeling drained.

 “Park…” whispered the voice. Tim closed his eyes.

 -

 “Amity Park,” Danny begged his soulmate. “Please, please hear me!” 

 The despair and hurt from his soulmate ripped apart Danny’s heart. 

 Ghosts were weird with their soulmates. Unlike living people, the voices were barely there. Johnny had described it as if you were trying to speak on the opposite side of a canyon. 

 However, you could feel your soulmate. Their emotions vibrated in you. Not enough to influence you, but enough that you knew what their pain felt like.

 Danny hadn't been sure what would happen with his soulmate, not until he'd turned eighteen and gotten whispers along with emotion. 

 It burned, feeling how it broke his soulmate. It clawed at Danny, and he couldn't breathe. He hated it. Hated how it hurt whoever he was bound to. 

 “Danny?” A knock at his door. Danny wiped at his eyes, feeling some wetness. 

 “I… come in,” he said. Tucker opened the door, looking sad to see Danny’s tears.

 “Your soulmate?” Tucker asked.

 “Yeah,” Danny sniffed. “It's so dumb-”

 “No, it isn't,” Tucker said. “You’ve been through so much shit and then the one thing you looked forward to sucked so hard.” Tucker sat down on Danny’s bed, nudging the other with his shoulder. “Want to focus on the positive or vent?”

 “Positive,” Danny decided. “We’re moving to Gotham next week. Leaving behind my parents.”

 Leaving behind their disdain for him. One that Jazz and Sam kept insisting was fixable. No matter how much his parents insulted him or said, ‘if you weren't our son’. 

 “It’ll be a blast.” Tucker jumped into the conversation, trying to convince Danny Wayne Enterprises would be the best choice in their lives.

 Danny sure hoped so.

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Me: (trying to work on actual fics but feral prompt muse escapes from holding cell and I run for a broom) NOooo-

Me (few minutes later after beating muse back into holding cell but the idea has been born regardless) UGhhhhh whyyyyyyyy

ANYWAYS

Another DPxDC idea (what else would my muse go for?) With

Reborn Danny and Ellie (Danielle) with dad Kon and dad Tim!

The old Young Justice gang should had know one day, one of their old enemies would had done something like this. And yet here they were.

In a now abandoned underground facility. A facility that had been under the control of a evil organization/foe that YJ had fought years ago and had been hiding in the shadows since their last confrontation. In fact it's been so long that when Tim had found small blips of its existence still around it had taken a few days for him to remember where he heard their name from again.

And just for old times sake, and knowing his old team would love to kick butt together again, he had contacted the others to join him for this mission and now...

Well...

It was a long time coming to what they found.

"Honestly... I thought this would had happened a lot sooner." Bart said unhelpfully as they stared at the sight in front of them.

"Same." Cassie snorted out, arms crossed and then sent a teasing smirk at her other two team members who were staring in disbelief and shock.

"So... what'cha gonna name them? If they don't have actual names yet that is." She said teasing.

"Oh! I volunteer to be named Godparent!" Bart cheerfully piped up.

Tim and Kon stayed silent for a while, their minds needing to reboot as they watched two little toddlers play with the few toys that they had in their 'room', but was actually an observation room from the one way large plain glass and the obvious science notes, charts, laptops, whiteboards and clipboards that had been left behind when YJ managed to find the place and had sent the place into a panic as everyone involved tried to leave.

Tim took a breath when he read the clear charts that named both him (Robin, but was now Red Robin) and Superboy (now Supernova) the toddlers parents.

Toddlers that were made from their DNA this facility managed to somehow get.

Oooh...

"We're parents..." one of them said, tone in shock and disbelief.

Tim took another breath at that but froze when he noticed one of the toddlers stopped playing with the 'testing blocks' they had and said to the other "Dan-ee I'm hungree. Whens da means peoples comings to feeds us?"

"Soons Ellies... Wants som mys candies I gots when's I dids really goods on my tests?"

"Buts...Yous hads to be shockedted to gets them... Mores than me. It hurted."

"Yeahs... Buts I gots dem for yous!"

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Ok so remember that comic where a girl was taking sleeping pills to avoid the harsh realities of her life? Like arguments with her parents, bad grades, etc. And every time she took the pills she had an amazing dream about a boy. So she kept taking them to visit him until one day she took her life and turns out the boy was actually the Reaper/Death?

(Found it, plot is from the animation: Rendezvous Storyboard)

What if the characters were based on our tired couple? Danny obviously being the reaper and Tim just getting tired of all the crap he is going through with the Bats (storyline would most likely be after he saved Bruce //

Though I can also imagine the story starting from Tim’s time as Robin. He kept taking sleeping pills whenever he could in hopes of being energized the next day to continue on with his responsibilities of being Robin and his school life. Meeting Danny in the dreams was a plus, but he probably made a promise to Danny (the one who insisted) to take less sleeping pills in the future. Tim‘s mind probably subconsciously knew what each meeting meant but he didn’t want to focus on that and only on the fun and relaxing time he was having a dreamworld).

Danny would do his best to make Tim stay alive but seeing how Tim is getting more tired and lifeless from each dream would make him slowly stop insisting in him waking up. He couldn’t bear to see Tim alive but not truly living, knowing that Tim can be safe with him in the Realms.

If Tim does die and the Bats ask Constantine to bring him back, I want the man to downright refuse. He probably saw Red Robin’s soul slowly lose his spark and doesn’t want to risk the kid being subjected to the same treatment again.

Hope everyone suffers like me and Writers. . . I hope you can see this and make it come true!

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DC x DP - Two of a Kind

Danny running away from his home dimension for such and such reasons (GIW, bad reveal, etc, etc) cue him stumbling around Gotham because holy mother of ambient ectoplasm, Batman.

So anyways he’s just chilling in crime alley, as a struggling guy in Gotham does and then. And then there’s someone else. Looks exactly like him. Not like how he and Dani look similar, her features just softer and rounded with babyfat, no, no, this guy looks exactly like him. Down to the barely there scattering of freckles on the nose bridge.

It’s Jason Todd. Danny is his dimensions version of Jason Todd.

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Pitching Pearls cause I was re-readng the Suave and the Awkward again and now I've gone down the rabbit hole AGAIn

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One Bad Day? Now That's Actually Funny DPxDC

TW: mild gore

It was a typical 'Joker escapes and captures a bunch of people to torture them into insanity to become just like him' routine, but that didn't make it any less heinous because it was routine. When the broadcast came on like so many others, the Gothamites were ready to turn away and hope the Bats got there before too many were lost to the clown's twisted games.

Except one of the captives wasn't following the standard script. The mouthy ones usually shut up quickly, but this one kept going. Every time the Joker thought he'd made his point and went to pick out a new plaything, the boy would fire off another insult or taunt, anything and everything from questioning the Joker's clown credentials to weaponizing the color wheel. This Wayne adoption bait stooped to every extreme, nothing was off the table.

Seeing the Joker lose a little more control each time would have been hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying. But it worked. The Joker was too fixated on the boy to care about the rest.

"Everyone is just one bad day from becoming me."

The kid stilled as if he finally remembered to feel fear, then he threw his head back and howled with laughter through bloody teeth and broken bones. "One bad day? Now that is actually funny." Tears of mirth left clean stripes down his bloody face.

Tired of the comedy sketch, Joker decided he'd had enough of being upstaged. "Gas him."

A mask with a canister of Joker Venom was forced onto the boy's face by the masked goons that had been beating him. He cackled as the boy coughed in lungfuls of his latest mixture. It was a bit early to pull the big guns. Batman was always so broody and boring when one of the toys died before he got there, but c'est la vie.

He turned to the camera continued his show with the kid as a cautionary tale. Until he was interrupted yet again.

"Woooooow. Talk about a cop out. You need drugs to make people laugh at your jokes? That's just sad." It came out breathless and labored as the kid shook his head in mock sympathy.

"Oh how interesting. I'll guess there are a few more kinks in the formula I need to work out."

"Nope, I'm seeing some wild shit like no tomorrow, but after the incomprehensible horror of the afterlife and Dash's gym locker? This is a relaxing spa day. AKA: booooooooring. FYI, sharing your kinks with a minor is very frowned upon in our society. You should read up on your local laws." The strain in his voice was evident, but still no laughter came out.

An eerie calm settled over the Joker, before his grin returned with a vengeance. "I was going to save this for the finale, but our very special guest has volunteered to go first." He whipped a curtain off a clear tank attached to hoses and tanks. "This will take but a moment so hold on folks. This will be quite the show."

The Joker dragged the limp boy toward the tank.

Colors danced in Danny's vision, but he had a lot of practice separating reality from the lies.

He hated clowns on a good day, and this was not a good day, and this was the same kind of scum as Freakshow. He didn't need his powers to make his point.

Seeing his moment, Danny twisted and caught the edge of the curtain with his foot. He kicked it over the Joker's head and bucked out of his grasp. His hands slick from blood slid easily out of the ropes.

He now free, he ripped the mask off with a gagging sound. "You should know better than to brake someone's thumbs. Makes it easy to slip out of bonds, you know?"

In moments, Danny had the clown's face rammed against the tank's wall with one hand on the back of his neck. The other wrapped around the bastard's wrists, lifting them painfully upward.

Danny ignored the grinding of his finger bones. "You're right. Everyone is a lot closer to becoming you than anyone wants to admit. But there's something that you are too weak to understand. At the end of the day, it's always a choice. You choose to spread violence and destruction."

Making sure his back was too the camera, Danny released his hold on his facial muscles, allowing the manic grin of insanity on full display. The single eye looking back at him widened. Lifting to his tip toes to reach the coward's ear, Danny leaned in close and whispered coldly, "As for me, I balance on that knife's edge every Ancients forsaken day. And you should be very, very glad I choose not to." He let a little echo and a hint of the infinite leak into his tone, as a treat.

Danny pressed on a specific neck vein until the bastard crumpled to the floor unconscious.

Danny swayed then doubled over to dry heave and spit. "Uuuuuuugh, I'm gonna be sick. That stuff tastes worse than Dash's underwear."

Of course, that's when the Bats bust through the skylight.

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Dead on main idea

Cult member: we shall sacrifice you to the Ghost King!

Hood: been there done that, lost my virginity, please don’t call my ex husband

The other bats: your what?

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Finding a Baby and Weird Laws Part 3 (Twisted Wonderland x Female Reader, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

Vil: Y/n honestly thought it was a jab at her and/or Vil that Crowley made them go town together when Y/n needed feminine supplies. Vil was a model who could be mistaken for a woman but he'd claw your eyes out of you said that to his face, especially if the one to say that was Y/n. They did not get along, at all. They simply hated each other. Vil was always telling Y/n her fashion sense and such was appalling. To which Y/n responded by ramping up the tomboy attire and attitude to an 11 just to annoy him.

After Y/n shopped for her unavoidable feminine stuff Vil tried insisting on Y/n getting make up and more feminine clothes. Y/n smiled at him and simply walked out the store. Vil did not follow her. Through the window Y/n could see Vil shopping, and she sincerely hoped it was for himself.

She guessed it would be awhile but an hour later though she was still outside waiting on Vil when she saw someone dressed head to town in black dart into the alleyway behind her with a box. She thought that was weird as she watched them just was quickly exit without the box. However she shrugged it off until she heard the baby crying from the alley.

She immediately spun around and bolted into the alley. She found the box and inside it was indeed a baby. She was horrified as she picked up the abandoned infant. It appeared it was girl who looked about a week old at most, as she still had a dried bite of umbilical cord attached that could be seen through her thin pink onesie.

Y/n started trying to soothe the baby. She wrapped her in her hoodie in a mock swaddle. She was about to go into the store to get someone to call authorities when she heard Vil's voice hissing. "Y/n, put that down. You don't want to have to keep that baby. Put her down now.", says Vil as Y/n eyes him as if he's crazy.

Vil darts towards her and tries to pluck the infant from her but just as he gets his arms around the baby a throat clears behind them. They turned to see a cop and middle aged woman starring at them. Then Vil actually cursed.

Y/n had to have it explained her painstakingly slowly that in twisted wonderland if you were the first person seen holding a baby other then a doctor or nurse then you were legally considered that babys parent from then on, no exceptions. Her response was, "Well, that weird. Why would you want a law like that?", and the officer rolled his eyes at her before walking off.

Vil had filled a birth certificate while Y/n was being explained too. He'd chosen the name Celeste Schoenheit. Now he was glaring at Y/n who once again held the baby. "Well, there is no fixing this. Let's just go get baby stuff. I'm picking all the clothes.", says Vil turning on his heel.

Idia: Y/n was pretty sure Crowley just wanted to make Idia blush as hard as possible. Which is what had been continuously happening since Crowley told him Y/n had to go into town with him to get female supplies. Y/n and Idia hardly knew each other, making it especially awkward.

Y/n was able to get her things quickly without much fus but he insisted on facing the other way the entire time so as to give her privacy. After she had her stuff they walked to a gaming store Idia had to pop into for a minute. Y/n waited outside. She saw someone dressed head to toe in black rush into the alley behind her with a box and just as quickly rush out without the box. She found this strange but not a cause for concern til she heard the baby crying.

She walked into the alley and found the box. She was absolutely floored to see there was indeed a newborn baby wrapped in a blue blanket inside. She picked him up and attempted to soothe him.

She intend to get someone with a phone to call the authorities. Then Idia stepped into the alley and saw them. "Y/n, what are... No. No. No. You put that baby down now before it's too late.", says Idia looking terrified.

Y/n was confused by his words. Her grip tightened slightly on the infant. Idia came forward and to quickly remove the baby from her arms. Y/n didn't want to let him take the baby. Then there was the sound of a throat clearing.

They looked to see 3 police officers. Y/n spent the next half hour being explained the weird law that basically stated to if you are not a doctor or nurse and you're seen touching a baby first by anyone else you're are legally considered that babies parents, no exceptions. Meanwhile Idia had shakily filled out a birth certificate for the newly dubbed Morpheus Shroud.

Once the cops were gone Y/n was almost certain Idia would pass out. Instead though he took several deep breaths. "Let's uhh... Let's go get Morpheus necessities.", says Idia after a moment though he was still shaky.

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Finding a Baby and Weird Laws Part 2 (Twisted Wonderland x Female Reader, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

Azul: Y/n and Azul didn't like each other. It was quite obvious though people seemed to find it hilarious watching them argue. She supposed that was why Crowley insisted she go with Azul into town when she had to buy supplies she couldn't get from Sam or anywhere else on campus.

Now she'd bought everything she needed but Azul was talking to a supplier of his for the Mostrou Longue. Y/n chose to stay outside for that. Then she heard an infant crying, from inside the garbage can directly behind her. Horrified she ripped off the lid. There was indeed what appeared to be a baby boy of about a month old inside. Instantly Y/n picked him up.

She planned to just tell Azul to call authorities when he got out. Instead though the instant Azul saw the baby he looked terrified. "Put him back wherever you found him, Y/n. Before anyone else sees you with him. You don't need to be a teen mom.", says Azul. Y/n was very confused by his words.

Before she could ask what the heck he meant Azul decided she wasn't moving fast enough. He tried to pluck the newborn from her arms. Then the sound of a throat clearing made them both turn to see two police officers and a nosey looking middle aged woman.

It took 40 minutes to them to explain to Y/n the law regarding the first people seen touching babies besides doctors and nurses legally being the parents, no exceptions. Then they had to fill out a birth certificate for the baby. Azul had dubbed the baby, Aalto Ashengrotto.

When the cops and the busy body were finally gone. Azul looked ready to explode. He finally looked at Y/n and the baby. "You owe me now. I will collect.", says Azul with a tight smile. Y/n glared back at him. "How was I supposed to know what would happen? There's no law like that in my original world. It's utterly ridiculous.", says Y/n.

"I don't care. It can't be undone. Now, let's go get baby stuff.", says Azul.

Jamil: Y/n and Jamil often considered killing each other. Sending them into town together was not a good idea but Crowley said she could go with Jamil or no one and she needed certain supplies for herself she could get no where on campus. Jamil and her parted ways once they reached town with the agreement to meet up and 2 hours later in front of an alley.

Y/n got there a few minutes early. Then she saw a cloaked figure dart into the Alley and then back out again without a box it had been holding out of the corner of her eye. She didn't think much of it until she heard a baby crying. She turned immediately around and ran into the alley, horrified as she realized what she'd witnessed.

She found the box easily and picked up the infant. It appeared to be a girl of about a month old. Y/n was attempting to soothe the abandoned infant when Jamil found her. "Y/n, listen carefully. Put the baby down and back away, now.", says Jamil. When Y/n makes no move to listen Jamil growls.

He walks up to Y/n and tries to take the baby from her arms. The sound of a throat clearly causes them both to turn in that direction. A cop and a couple middle ladies were at the mouth of the alley.

It took almost another hour if it to be explained to Y/n that whoever is first seen touching a baby other then doctors or nurses is the parents legally, with no exceptions. Jamil filled out the birth certificate and named the baby Jalila Viper. Once the onlookers and cop were gone Jamil simply glared at Y/n with his arms crossed.

"Well, now we're stuck together permanently. There is no undoing this. I swear you're even troublesome then Kalim. Let's go get baby stuff.", says Jamil rubbing the bridge of his nose.

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Finding a Baby and Weird Laws Part 1 (Twisted Wonderland x Female Reader, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

Riddle: Y/n had to leave NRC campus to gather feminine supplies she couldn't get on campus due to it actually being an all boys school and she was required to have a escort due to her being a first year, and because technically she was not from that planet. Riddle was assigned the job. Y/n was fine with that because she assumed it would stop anything too strange from happening since Riddle was strict. Riddle had to run into a store too and Y/n chose to stay out.

She heard an infant crying from the alley behind her. She immediately turned around at the out of place sound. It was coming from a box. She prayed it wasn't what she thought it was as she approached the box. There was indeed a crying baby in the box though.

A boy judging by the blanket color. He looked about a month old at most. Y/n picked him up to soothe him and she say the baby quiet down. She planned to tell Riddle too call whatever Twisted Wonderland had for abandoned children when he came back out.

However when Riddle came out of the store he looked horrified at the sight of the baby in Y/n's arms. "Put that thing back in what you found it before anyone sees you, quickly. Unless you to be stuck being it's parent.", hissed Riddle.

Y/n looked at him in confusion and when she didn't do what he demanded he attempted to to take the infant from her. She tried to back away but Riddle attempt to pry the baby from her arms. They heard coughing and turned to see two police officers.

Y/n then had it painstakingly explained to her that the first people besides a doctor of nurse to be seen holding a baby were legally considered to be the child's parents. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. They were made to sign a birth certificate and Riddle chose to name the infant Quinn Rosehearts.

When the cops were finally gone all Y/n could think to say was, "I'm sorry." Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose. He clearly wanted to actually take her head off. "Come on. We'll need baby supplies.", hissed Riddle.

Leona: Y/n and Leona were not even friends. They were stuck together thought on a shopping trip in town for important things she couldn't get on campus. Leona stopped to talk to a street vendor when Y/n heard an baby wailing behind her. It was only a dark alley behind her though. Then she realized the sound was coming from the dumpster.

She felt horrified and immediately rushed to the dumpster. She opened it. She pulled out the little infant, a girl judging by her pink onesie. She tried to soothe the baby but then she heard Leona. "Herbivore, put that back before anyone sees you with it. You don't don't need to be a mom yet.", hissed the lion beastman.

Y/n starred at him like he'd grown a second head. When she made no move to listen. Attempted to pull the infant out of her arms quickly but a throat clearly caught their attentions. Some cops and the street vendor all starred at them.

Y/n had encountered many weird laws since ending up in twisted wonderland but the fact the first people other then doctors and nurses to be seen holding an infant were legally the baby's parents with no exceptions was an extremely weird concept to her that had her rubbing her temples even after filling out the birth certificate with Leona for the newly dubbed Scarlet Kingscholar.

"I...", started Y/n but Leona quickly cut her off. "Be quiet, Herbivore. What's done is done. There is no fixing this. Let's go get baby stuff.", says Leona.

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Twisted Hearts: The DLC

Gender Neutral Reader x The Draconia Fam Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: In which the Isekai Truck Driver of Fate sends you right into the messiest Briar Valley Sitcom you never could have asked for. Found family wasn't meant to come with a kill count, you don't think.

Twisted Hearts was a game that had grown so popular that it had veritably wound up eating itself along the way.

What had started as a simple but effective love story spanning the social hierarchy of a medieval world had shot off into horror game emulators, snack brand sponsorships with weird, integrated advertisements straight out of The Truman Show, and so many DLC character packs that the original cover art boys had all but been drowned in a sea of pastel ikemen with tragic backstories each more miserably sad than the last.

The creators had concocted sweeping romance routes for every available NPC down to the distant, foreign merchant mentioned exactly once in a letter you could unlock during one of seven royal escapade routes. They’d even introduced technology—technomancers, technically. As if a fancy name suddenly made the idea of dragging beep-boop squeaking robots into a world still living without modern plumbing less of a desperate bid for relevancy. They’d run through a hundred heroes and a hundred villains. Written ‘I object!’ into so many wedding scenes that it ought to have been basic tradition for nuptials by this point. The spited lovers laughing in glee could all be overlayed into their own goddamn harmonized symphony, and the list of tropes lined up and ticked off like an itemized to-do list could have made a bureaucrat wince.  

And you hated it.

The miserable, repetitive, corporate slop it had become. A money tree blooming from what had once been a seed of genuine greatness.

No, the original plot had never been anything to write home about. A tale of lovebirds finding solace in one another in a world where pairings were made off practicality and romance treated as a tool. The King falls for his Lowly Servant, and his Vengeful Fiancé will ruin them. The Second Prince falls for his rival royal’s Lowly Servant, and his Vengeful Betrothed will ruin them. The foreign dignitary falls for his host’s Lowly Servant—and on and on. But what had made that generic garbage so worthwhile had been the golden shine of the characters buried beneath it all. True gems hidden just there, right beside the sludge.

So you’d stuck around. For them. As ridiculous as that sounded.

Endured all the pay-to-play walls, and the looping circles of cliffhangers, and the product placement. Scoured each new route like a weary archeologist searching for the creaking remnants of a lost civilization. For just five keys you can unlock a special dialogue branch off the main route with [Selected Character]—

And maybe the original story had just happened to come along at a time in your life when you’d needed it most—had offered up lovely, warm promises of forever when a scarred, fragile heart had wanted that gentleness so terribly. It’s hard to forget the first person who tells you that they love you, that you’re worth something to the world. Even if the voice behind such a sentiment is filtered through the tinny grain of a laptop speaker and their soft smiles grew pixelated at the edges.  

But anyways.

The point of all of that was to say that you knew this goddamned game. You knew every ending, every dialogue pitfall, every enemy, everything.

So you would certainly know when you’d wound up as one of its most reviled antagonists.

‘Brother Complex,’ as they were so often called, did not have a set name. Like Professor Oak so often forgot the moniker of his own flesh and blood, the player was expected to look the littlest Prince or Princess of Briar Valley in the eye and dub them whatever they wished. It was one of the first examples of an otome game so flagrantly allowing their player base to project their most hated foe onto its antagonist. Middle school nerd drama had found a new battle ground in Twisted Hearts: The Regency Routes.

‘Brother Complex’ was a character that hadn’t existed in the original series, but had been incorporated along the line as an extra level of challenge for those who saw Lord Rune’s reign as an obstacle too easily toppled. ‘Brother Complex’ was Malleus Draconia’s adopted sibling—a rare, draconic fae, just like him. One of perhaps the last in existence. ‘Brother Complex’ doted on Malleus, and expected just as much rabid devotion in return. They were expected to grow together, age together, and eventually wed—restoring the dragon race to the land and ruling as a beloved king and queen for all time. And that was what made ‘Brother Complex’ so much more of a fight.

Because the original Malleus hated Lord Rune. Playing the main character in that tale was more a fight to avoid the petulant fae’s attempts on your life than it was to win the male lead’s heart. And no one liked Rune in those timelines. So sneaking your way into the dragon’s arms didn’t leave many dissenting voices in the crowd.

But ‘Brother Complex’ was not that. Malleus adored his sibling, and on top of that, they were two dragons. Veritably destined to wind up mated and married. Childhood friends to lovers with just enough of a sprinkling of forbidden ‘oh, step-bro, what are you doing?’ to make things juicy. So when you played as the MC in that story, you were out there fighting for your goddamned life. Battling with an antagonist who had the male lead wrapped around their little finger, and the entire government body of their world rooting for their success.

On one hand, it made for a genuinely intriguing story. Particularly as the MC uncovered more and more about ‘Brother Complex’ and all of the dastardly deeds carried out in the name of keeping their favored sibling all for themself. On the other hand, it had landed ‘Brother Complex’ at the top of everyone’s villain shit list. They had the worst deaths, the cruelest ends, and the most fandom antagonism you had ever witnessed on god’s green earth. Unlike in many other otome tales where the hero’s failure just meant spiraling into their own demise, you could snap in this one. Kill the scheming sibling when you saw no other option to end their reign of terror, and in doing so, lose the love of your life in the process. Or said sibling could even off themself in the name of laying blame on your weary shoulders—backed into a corner with no way to victory, so deciding to simply take the MC down with them. It was complicated, it was dramatic.

And now your life, it would seem.

Because when you had first woke with teeny, tiny claws for hands and fluffy wings at your back, you hadn’t thought anything terrible at all. Just that Heaven was pretty cool, and you would love to be a dragon. Even if you were only the size of a housecat for now.

But then you’d seen him. Lilia Vanrouge. A man who needed no introduction but received one in every iteration of Twisted Hearts that had ever been released nonetheless. Adopted son of Maleficia Draconia, companion and brother to Maleanor Draconia, father figure and blood uncle to none other than Malleus Draconia, himself—the Cover Art Boy. The hallowed night general who had reared not only the future dark prince, but his sibling.

Brother Complex.

Fuck.

“Oh, you poor thing,” the fae frowned, leaning down amidst the heavy droplets of a Very Convenient Rainstorm to shield your teeny head. “What are you doing all the way out here?”

‘Not letting you pull me into Plot Hell, is what!’ you hissed, instantly scrabbling for a tree, a big rock, anything.

Lilia yelped out a ‘hey!’ and was diving after you before you could blink. He almost got a hand around your tail, but you turned around and bit him square along the wrist until he was cursing under his breath and dropping you back into the mud.

“Get back here! You little—!”

No, no, no, no. Absolutely not. You weren’t going to face down the isekai gods just to wind up as the most hated antagonist in all of bodice-ripping literature. Because what else could you be. With your useless, fat wings and snuffling, silver snout. Made to be a literal foil to Malleus’s sleek, black hide and sharp edges.

You jumped for it—dove into the air like a fat caterpillar dreaming of its wings—and Lilia snatched you out of her freefall with a squawk.

“You—” he gasped, winded, and you smacked him square in the face with the feathered tufts of your tail.

He spat the downy fluff from his mouth and you screamed enough obscenities at him to make the devil blush. But all that came out of your pointy toothed maw was a cacophony of shrieks, and bleats, and growls that were infuriatingly squeaky.  

Lilia huffed, eyes narrowing as you hissed, and spat, and chewed at his fingers.

“You’re not making this easy, you know,” he complained, bordering on good natured, and you wondered if you could force herself to shit in his lap. “I don’t know how you managed to get yourself stuck all the way out here,” he continued, and you were really focusing now. You swore you could feel your stomach starting to churn. “But for a hatchling—and you—you’re a—"

You opened your mouth and promptly vomited all over his vest.

Lilia gawked, you preened. You burped, a cloud of funky, unpleasant mist that had Lilia wrinkling his nose.

“…Such a baby,” he rumbled under his breath, and you turned up your nose.

But then his palm came down to rest between the buds of your new horns and you froze. Because Lilia was smiling. Small, and crooked, and amused.

“You have a lot of manners to learn, I see.”

You gulped.

Lilia reached up to tweak the point of your snout between his black-tipped nails and you burped again in a miserable effort to burn off his hands. He snorted and tucked you into the loose hood of his cloak, wrapped up like a burrito and restrained. You wiggled, miserable, and Lilia shot you a smirk.

“Nice try, beastie. But I’ve had more than my fair share of experience with unruly children already. You can’t beat me.”

You scrunched up your nose in irritation and then tipped open your silver maw with a yelp. To wail, and wail, and wail the whole way home.

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You arrived at the Wild Rose Palace in the same sort of way that you pictured children sneaking frogs into the house in their back pockets.

Lilia kept you tucked in the folds of his cloak the whole while, whispering promises of treats and toys if you just kept quiet for a little longer. Your lip curled, and you would have screamed out of spite alone. But you’d roared your teeny throat so sore that you couldn’t do much but croak in miserable complaint. A proper pocket toad, indeed.

Eventually the flashes of light from windows, and chandeliers, and who knew what else came to a steady standstill. Soft, repetitive flickers of pale green licking the walls rather than wispy streaks of smudged embers whipping by. Lilia shifted, pulling you from the makeshift cradle of his arms, and you were rumbling on a snarl again all at once. This time he was clever enough to keep his fingers well out of reach, but surely there were more ways you could manage to wiggle free.

“You’re late,” a silken voice trilled, far too amused at something so simple, and from above you, Lilia’s mouth curled into a smirk.

“Oh? We had a prior engagement? Other than you simply taking all your dedicated periods of counsel to tug at my pigtails?”

“I’d cut them right off your head if you still had them,” the other lamented. There was a shfft, expensive fabrics slipping against each other in a waterfall of velvet. “What have you got there? Another mortal bauble for your collections?”

Lilia puffed, and you gnawed determinedly at the buttons on his vest.  

“Not exactly.”

There was a pause—telling, somehow. And the air of whomever Lilia was sparring with shifted alongside it. Into something focused and stern.

“Well. Go on then. Out with it.”

The night general held you aloft in your burrito prison like a baker presenting his most prized loaf of bread out of the oven. And the whole room went silent all at once. Even the crackle of the flaming sconces seemed to fall muted beneath the sweep of… whatever had settled over the hall. You blinked, dizzy from the height, and promptly sneezed in a burst of sparking, silver embers all over the floor.

“…this cannot be.”

“That’s what I thought as well,” Lilia returned, gently lowering you flailing self back down to the floor. You rolled around in a mess of feathers and clumsy wings—scrabbling at the black marble and flopping over face first when your little claws slid right out from under you. Lilia scooped you gently beneath the arms to right you again, and you bowled right back over in an attempt to swat him away. “But I found them. Abandoned by the borders of the Verduous Moors.”

“The Moors?”

Another pause.

You bolted forward, running in place against the slippery floors, and Lilia calmly reached out to pull you back by the scruff with a screech of nails over tile.

“…it’s been years,” the woman continued. Maleanor, you realized. There had only been a few portraits of her shown throughout the whole of the game—that, at least, had been kept sacred no matter how the IP descended into degeneracy—but her regal visage and youthful, sharp face would have been enough to give it away.

She was meant to die, as all Mother’s were in games like this. More space for a soft touch later in life, when the poor, lonely hero needed it most. But clearly whatever tragedy befell her had not yet had a chance to sink its teeth into this happy, blooming family and rend it apart. She looked down at you with narrowed, emerald eyes that crackled with a power that you could feel all the way from across the hall. You shivered before you could help it, curling down into a teeny, tiny ball of scrunchy fluff and feathers.

“And there was no one else? You’re certain?” she pressed, something anxious twisting her lovely features. Her claws drummed against the seat of her throne, sending off sparks of spitting, black static into the air.

Lilia shook his head, already bending to work away at easing you out of your armadillo squat.

“No one, Melly.”

You could have sworn that the Great Queen’s lip wobbled at that. Something quick, and jerky, but there. And then she was clenching her jaw and lolling back against the high back of her throne with a put-upon sigh.

“Well then, do whatever you like with it. It’s hardly my concern.”

You paused in your cycle of burrowing and biting to rear up, startled. None of her concern? But Brother Complex had done nothing but wax on and on about Maleanor’s grace and sweetness—how the dragon queen had so readily brought this new hatchling into her fold. Maybe that little bitch had really just been a liar through and through, or maybe you had already managed to make such a poor impression that Briar Valley’s Matriarch was happy to throw you out on your ass.

You perked up, tail nearly wagging, as you turned to trot towards the nearest window. Ready to take a plunge to freedom.

But then there was another noise.

A small, squeaky yawn and a leathery flutter not unlike a bat’s wings.

You turned before you could help it, serpentine eyes narrowing in on the sound like a second instinct. There, rising from a heap on Maleanor’s lap the same color and sleekness of her ebony dress, was Malleus Draconia. Or, well, the creature that would one day become Malleus Draconia. Right now he was just… a lump. A small, black and purple drake with the proportions of what a dragon might look like if drawn from memory by a toddler. Thick and round at the middle with eyes far too big for his head and wings far too stubby for the rest of him. He yawned again, high pitched and whiny. And instantly Maleanor was bending down to fuss over him with big kissy faces and head scritches.

But Malleus was looking at you..

With those stupidly vacant eyes and head tilted like a dog.

A sharp ‘what the fuck are you looking at’ came out as barely a chirp—like an angry baby bird. And Malleus blinked again, out of sync and slow. Your hackles raised and you paced in place, stomping your little feet and swishing your tail. Because this was the man who would lead to your end in all but a select few timelines. And on top of that, there was some new, core, instinctual part of you that was rearing up afraid over the idea of a strange dragon snuffling around your very delicate self. You bared your fangs and Malleus showed his in a strange, gummy display that almost looked like an attempt at a smile. But awful.

You stomped again and Malleus hopped down from his mother’s lap like a spoiled house cat. He fell half-way off her knees and the Queen had to give him a proper scoop to help him to the floor, but he just rolled forward with it like a pill bug. Used to the coddling.

Your feathery hackles arched up and up the closer he trotted, and off to the side Maleanor and Lilia were sharing an entire, silent conversation in terse looks and astonishment.

Malleus plopped himself down about a foot away, forked tongue flicking past his canines. And he just… stared. There was a low, slow rumble coming from somewhere in his throat, and you Did Not Like It. You curled around yourself with a growl, ears flat and claws kneading anxiously into your tail feathers.

And then the future Dragon King and Demon Lord folded over onto his side like a deflated balloon—head against your furred hip and stared up at you with the most braindead, green eyes you had ever seen in your entire life.

“…Sevens,” someone gawked, and Malleus’s tongue flopped out of his mouth like fucking road kill.

“Do you think he—”

“—Maybe it’s—”

“—And if that’s really—”

You glared down and Malleus returned your bitter leer with something so endlessly empty for a moment you wondered if he was even alive in there at all. He reached out with one of his clawed toes—syrup slow and lazy. And then his talons were kneading into your tail alongside your own, and he sighed contentedly. Burrowing into the fluff there with a strange thrum almost like a purr.

“…well,” Maleanor choked. “I suppose that decides that.”

“It does indeed,” Lilia echoed, sounding distantly astonished.

The princeling hummed again, low and long, and Maleanor murmured something that you did not want to even think about.

“Do you hear that, beastie,” Lilia called, warm. “You’re going to be staying with us now, hmm? How’s that sound?”

You lunged forward and bit Malleus straight in his Cover Boy snout.

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[littlebugg13]

Twisted Wonderland Imperial AU!

For you that want to read about Imperial AU! Feel free to do so. Free of charge (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Scenario:

Imperial Heir Fanart! || FANART 1 || FANART 2 || FANART 3 || FANART 4 || FANART 5

Does Imperial Heir have God Complex?

This is why I’m called the Imperial Heir

Imperial Heir Eyes Idea || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Yu Yan (2) (3)

A child? (2) (3)

A little sneak peak (1)

A gift A doll Doll part 2

A little pat in the head never hurt, right?

Imperial Heir In-Laws

Fics or Headcanons:

Information (1) (2)

Background Story (+Dorm Leaders) (Cater & Floyd)

What do people think about them after they got inside the Harem? (+Dorm Leaders)

The Meeting (1) (2) (3)

The Chosen Partner.

The date with Neige

Am I to late? (Neige Backstory)

Riddle Teaching

[littlebugg13]

So. Ghost pregnancy. Aka incubating ghost cores.

Fun trope. You get to have misunderstandings and mild body horror, topped off with extreme confusion if your chosen character is a cis man.

I usually see this trope done with Danny, Jason, and Tim, so I started wondering who else would be a fun, more unexpected option.

One of the ones I thought of has, of course, taken root in my brain and begun to sprout fic, but I wanted to hear other people's takes on the same question.

If you had to pick someone outside of the usual suspects to get ghost pregnant, who would you pick?

[littlebugg13]

Affliction of Blood Master Post

Prompt/Prologue: It's Just the Spice in My Eyes

Ch 1: Say Shawarma Right Now

Ch 2: I promise the Tea Isn't Poisoned

Ch 3: Shakespeare in the Park Got Nothing on This