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[mikkies]

「 I'M SO TIRED ALL THE TIME. 」

Multiple! Forsaken x GN! Sleepy! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: tbh, I kind of got confused(?) but hopefully I did it right🙇‍♀️

SURVIVORS REACTIONS:

• GUEST 1337

   •  "They're...asleep again, aren't they?"

      •  Guest initially tries to wake you up. He’s waving his arms, stomping loudly, and even calling your name. When it’s clear you’re not budging, he sighs and resolves to make the best of it.

      • He might jokingly block your path when you're stumbling half-asleep, protecting other survivors but ensuring you don’t get hurt either.

• ELLIOT

   • "No way, they're literally asleep as the killer?!"

   • Elliot is half-annoyed, half-amused. He takes this rare chance to hand out pizza freely without being interrupted by a rampaging killer.

   • Snarky comments are guaranteed: "Wow, killer of the year material right there."

• 007N7

   • "They’re so tired all the time… Are they okay?"

   • While others might find it hilarious, 007n7 feels genuinely bad for you. He probably even suggests taking a break.

   • He avoids causing trouble, just teleporting around the map to ensure you’re not waking up to chaos.

• BUILDERMAN

   • "Well, at least I can focus on repairs without getting attacked."

   • Builderman uses the opportunity to upgrade and set traps for when you do wake up. He mutters about how the round’s timer keeps extending because of your naps. (even if you don't kill anyone.) 

• Secretly grateful since it gives him time to build without the usual stress.

• TAPH

"🥱🤔��" (Asleep? Again?)

• Instead of waking you, he flutters closer with smooth, almost gliding movements, crouching beside you with a playful flick of his smaller wing-like ear appendages.

• He finds the situation fascinating and a little ridiculous. You, a chosen killer, asleep on the job? It's enough to make him hide his face behind his wings, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

KILLER REACTION (SPECTATING):

• 1X1X1X1

   • "Pitiful."

   • Finds the situation absurd but entertaining. They remark on how "Robloxian incompetence" always surprises them.

   • If allowed, they will target you next round so you can move more instead of sleeping.

• JOHN DOE

• "This is a waste of an opportunity."

• John Doe watches you with cold calculation, his corrupted claws twitching slightly as the binary code seeps off his body. To him, this isn't funny—it's a tactical disaster. A killer who spends the entire round asleep? Unacceptable.

• At one point, he leans closer to the screen, his red eye flickering as he considers how he would have approached the round differently. His voice is a distorted hiss, but you can sense the frustration.

Did this one fast since it's a headcannon🙇‍♀️

[chrrific]

BF RIKI HEADCANNONS !!

thinking about …

bf! riki who silently looks at you as you work — no matter what you’re doing. he does it unconsciously, not wanting to show you how vulnerable and soft you really make him. he knows how much you’d tease him for it if you knew, but he can’t help it when it’s you.

bf! riki who unknowingly ends up moving you to the inner part of the sidewalk, feeling the subconscious need to protect you no matter what. the first time he did it — back when you were friends with feelings for each other — you looked up at him, confused, the height difference adding to how cute he that thought you looked looking up at him like that. he gave you a small, shy smile, and you continued to walk without a word. now you know why; he wouldn’t be able to handle it if something happened to you, not when he was there.

bf! riki who can’t help but grin as you lightly smack his chest every time he makes a pass on you in public. he knows how annoyed it makes you, and he loves it; your pout is his favourite thing to see.

bf! riki who, however teasing or playful he might be, knows when he’s crossed the line. the second your eyes flash with hurt, and your lips form a straight line, a stark contrast to your normal, bubbly smile, he knows he’s taken it way to far. his eyes widen, and his expression softens, his legs moving a step forward. he cups your cheeks with his warm hands, saying a gentle “sorry, baby”, his voice soft and filled with guilt.

bf! riki who, although loving and sweet, has his own limits. there are days where he’s just tired and snappy, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. then, within seconds, he snaps at you, making your heart sink and familiar tears brew in your eyes. the second he realises he made you cry, he would stop talking, eyes immediately flashing from frustrated to guilty and remorseful. he whispered a sorry before moving closer, and wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest, each sob leaving your lips making his heart ache even more.

bf! riki who isn’t perfect, but knows just how much he loves and cherishes you, and would never trade that for anything else in the universe…

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[mikkies]

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[mikkies]

「 DEAR SWEET CHILD, NO NEED TO CRY, I WILL HOLD YOU TIGHT. 」

Various! Forsaken! x GN! Child! Reader

warnings: Mentions of death

notes: anyways platonic (as if it wasn't obvious enough), I'm just using x reader tag since.. there's no platonic version of x reader 😿

➷ — Guest 1337

Fluff: Guest 1337 takes on a full parental role, always ensuring you're safe and happy. He teaches you survival tricks, like how to spot the best hiding places or distract killers, though he keeps it lighthearted. He’s quick to scoop you up when danger is near, carrying you to safety with a protective arm around you.

“Don’t wander too far, kiddo. You’re my responsibility now.”

Angst: Every time you gets into danger, Guest is haunted by the memory of his own child. He’s fiercely protective—watching you fall never gets easier for Guest. Each time, he stiffens, forcing himself to look away. He often wonders how many more times he’ll have to witness it. Though he puts on a brave face, there are moments when he whispers,

“I’m sorry, kiddo. I’ll do better next time.”

➷ — Elliot

Fluff: Elliot is the “fun uncle” figure, always sneaking the you extra pizza slices and teaching you silly tricks. He often tries to make you laugh, doing little impressions or balancing pizzas on his head. He genuinely enjoys your company, even if he pretends not to care.

“Alright, you can have one more slice, but only if you say ‘Uncle Elliot is the best!’”

Angst: Though he tries to act unfazed, Elliot can’t hide his discomfort when the you are hurt or “killed” in a round. Even though yoy always respawn back, the sight of your small, lifeless form makes his jokes falter. When the round ends, he’ll say something like,

“You're a tough kid, huh? But… maybe stay closer next time, alright?”

➷ — Taph

Fluff: Taph’s antics amuse you endlessly. He often mimics your movements or pretends to be startled by your “attacks.” He lets you “chase” his feathers and playfully flutters his wings to create gusts of air for your amusement. He often lingers nearby, keeping a watchful eye.

"✨🎁🫵" (Look! For you!)

Angst: Taph becomes visibly distraught when you're is hurt, his wings flaring out protectively as he shields you with his body. Even after the round ends, he sticks unusually close, as if afraid you might die again.

"🫵💪👤‼️🤷‍♂️💪‼️" (You're strong! Don't lose that strength!)

➷ — 007n7

Fluff: 007n7 sees the you as a chance for redemption, treating you with endless kindness and patience. He lets you ride on his shoulders, telling you stories of his past adventures while trying to filter out the darker details.

“You remind me of someone I loved very much. Let’s make sure you stay safe, okay?”

Angst: Each time you fall, 007n7 is hit with guilt and regret, reliving the loss of his own child. When you respawn, he tries to mask his worry with humor, but his voice always trembles slightly as he says,

“Glad you’re back, champ. I thought I’d lost you for a second.”

➷ — Builderman

Fluff: Builderman is a steady and reliable presence, always crafting little gadgets to make you smile. He even builds you small toys, like wind-up robots or puzzles, to keep your spirits up during tense times.

“There you go, little one. Something to keep you busy while we plan.”

Angst: Though he knows you will respawn, Builderman feels a deep sense of failure every time you're hurt. He works tirelessly to improve his contraptions, muttering,

“Not again. Next time, I’ll make it foolproof.” Despite his efforts, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s always one step behind.

➷ — Noob:

Fluff: Noob becomes fiercely protective of you when you're in danger, even though they’re a scaredy-cat. They’ll clumsily throw themselves into action if it means keeping you safe, muttering, “I can’t let you get hurt—just, uh, stay behind me, okay?” If they have a Bloxy Cola, they’ll hand it to you without hesitation.

“Here! You need this more than me. Go fast and don’t look back!”

Angst: When you're either hurt or "killed," Noob blames themselves for not being braver. They linger near the spot you died, apologizing softly before leaving in case the killer comes back.

“I should’ve been faster, or—or smarter. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

➷ — John Doe:

Fluff: John Doe occasionally teaches the child little tricks, like how to navigate his traps safely or avoid his faint trails. Though his demeanor is stoic, there’s a softness in the way he patiently explains things.

“You’re a quick learner. Keep this up, and you’ll outlast the rest of them.”

Angst: Watching the child die—even knowing they’ll respawn—brings a flicker of old, forgotten pain to John Doe’s mind. When they return, he stands nearby, silent but watchful, his corrupted arm twitching slightly as he whispers,

“Don’t make me watch that again.”

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[mikkies]

had no right to make me cry

Never Grow Up

Warnings: slight mentions of child abandonment, violence, cursing, gunshot wound, weapons, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x batsis!reader

*not my gif*

Summary: Your family might have grown over the years, but your bond always stayed the same

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Your little hands wrapped around my finger

Bruce looked down at you, only a couple weeks old, so tiny. So fragile. So innocent and unknowing to the horrors of the world.

You had woken up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying, so of course he had gotten up with you, especially after Jason threatened to throw you out of the window if you woke him up again.

Bruce couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

Finally, after what felt like hours of crying and screaming, you seemed to calm down and you looked up at Bruce in an innocent wonder.

He reached down and began to adjust your shirt that had moved to an awkward angle with all of your squirming.

He paused when you reached up slowly and wrapped your hand around his index finger.

Ever since your mother had dropped you off here, claiming to Bruce that you were his daughter and she didn’t want to take care of you anymore, he had vowed he would do anything to protect you.

As he looked down at you with soft features, he couldn’t help but smile softly, “Hi, honey.” He whispered.

And it’s so quiet in the world tonight

It was weird.

All night you had been completely silent, no screaming, no crying.

While Alfred, Dick, and Bruce were all gratefully taking this opportunity to sleep without worrying about having to get up every five minutes, Jason on the other hand, didn’t like how quiet it was, it felt as if something was wrong.

As silently as he could, he snuck through the halls and into the nursery that Bruce had immediately had put in as soon as you showed up.

Don’t get him wrong, Jason didn’t like you at all. Nope. No way, no how. You were just an annoying baby that moved right into the manor not too long after him, which was only about a month ago.

He had still been in the process of adjusting to his new life, and then a baby was thrown into the mix, so if anything, he hated you.

As he opened the door and crept into your room, he didn’t really know what he was expecting. But he certainly wasn’t expecting you to be wide awake, just staring at the ceiling, not screaming and not crying like you always did whenever you were awake.

Even as you watched Jason approach you, you didn’t scream out and begin the waterworks that he was inevitably waiting for.

Pretty soon, Jason was standing right over you, staring down at you with just as much curiosity as you were to him.

Jason hesitated before slowly reaching down and gently picking you up.

All you did was stare up at him, and he continued to stare down at you.

Your little eyelids flutter cause your dreaming

Jason sat with four year old you on his lap, bouncing his knees up and down as you giggled every time you went up, almost flying in the air if it weren’t for his hands holding your sides, keeping you from going airborne.

Dick sat on the other side of Jason, secretly snapping a picture on his phone before turning his head back to the cartoon that the two had put on the tv for you. Though it seemed that they were enjoying it more than you were.

Bruce was out for the day with Alfred and they hesitantly trusted the boys to watch you, after a whole lot of begging on the younger ones' parts.

“Higher, Jay!” You called suddenly, still giggled.

The boy smiled slightly before bouncing you higher, causing Dick to look at the two of you nervously.

“You know, Jay, I think she’s going high enough.” He said, not taking his nervous gaze off of you, ready to leap forward at any moment if you were to fly out of his younger brother's arms.

He just shrugged, continuing to bounce you higher.

Fifteen minutes, and almost a heart attack, later, your giggled stopped and Jason’s leg slowed, and he looked down to see if you were okay, only to see you leaning against his chest with closed eyes and even breathing.

“Dickie,” Jason hissed, trying to get his older brother's attention.

He hummed in return, not looking away from the new cartoon.

“She’s asleep.”

That made Dick look over and he cooed over you in adoration.

“I think she’s dreaming.” Jason continued softly, watching you.

Dick nodded in return, snapping another photo.

So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

“No, daddy!” You screamed, running away from an exhausted looking Bruce.

“It’s way past your bedtime, honey.” He practically begged, just wanting to go and get a nap in before he had to go on patrol.

You ran around the dining room table again, forcing Bruce to try and go after you.

Jason walked into the room calmly sipping a cup of coffee, “Wow, B. The five year old is faster than you.”

“Shut up.” The order man grunted in return, “Or help me get her to bed.”

His adopted son pretended to think about it, “Nah, I’m good.” Before turning on his heel and going back the way he came.

Bruce grumbled under his breath, promising himself that he would give Jason an earful later about respect.

He stopped running when an idea came to his mind, “Hey, n/n. If you get ready for bed then I’ll give you a surprise.”

You slowed your running in curiosity and looked at your father, “What kind of surprise?”

Bruce shrugged, “Guess you're going to have to see.”

The curiosity that you were feeling got the best of you and you quickly ran up the many stairs and got into your pj’s and hopped in bed.

A couple seconds after, Bruce walked in with something behind his back, which made you crane your neck to try and see what he was holding.

He bent down at one of your outlets without saying anything, plugging something in with his back covering what he was doing, then stood up and flicked off the lights.

You looked at him in confusion before he said, “Look up.”

So you did.

The sight above you made you gasp, it was the bat symbol on your ceiling, from the nightlight that Bruce had just placed in.

Batman had always been your favorite Gotham vigilante and you told your family about it all of the time, though your two brothers constantly tried to tell you that Nightwing and Robin were way better.

Bruce was able to slip out of the room unnoticed as you continued to stare up at your ceiling, not taking your eyes off of it until they started to droop.

And pretty soon, you were peacefully asleep.

To you, everything’s funny

You waddled down the stairs, scurrying into the dining room with a large grin on your face, following the delicious smell of Alfred’s pancakes.

When you got there, you were greeted with the sight of your father, Alfred, your brothers, and even your new brother, Tim, who just joined you guys at the manor about two months ago.

Six year old you had been ecstatic to gain a new brother, thinking that you could get away with more than you could with your other brothers.

“Good morning, n/n!” Dick called cheerfully, rushing over and scooping you up in his arms before plopping you down into the seat next to his and across from Tim.

“Morning, Timmy!” You exclaimed excitedly, still in the phase of becoming joyful whenever you would see the new face.

He hummed lazily in return, head in his hand as if he was putting his entire weight into it against the table. There were dark circles under his eyes that insinuated yet another restless night for him.

Sitting in front of him was a bowl of cereal, barely touched, with a spoon resting in it.

Just as you were about to turn to your own breakfast, Tim’s arm fell under the weight of his head and his eyes were closed, making him fall face first into his bowl.

Everyone looked up in surprise as the boy shot straight up in his seat, now fully awake.

Before anyone could even ask if he was okay, you let out a loud laugh. You laughed and laughed and laughed.

You were laughing so hard that you had doubled over slightly against the table with your arms wrapped around your stomach, “Silly Timmy!” You exclaimed, pointing a finger at him in between giggles.

He grumbled under his breath, taking a napkin and harshly wiping milk off his face, “Glad someone finds it funny.”

You’ve got nothing to regret

Bruce stood before you with his hands on his hips and his eyebrows raised so high that they were lost in his hair.

“Care fo explain?” He asked sternly.

You shook your head back and forth quickly, trying to put your hand over your mouth as if it would hide your giggles, “No, daddy!” You cheered back, trying to keep up your innocent act.

“You’re six now, Y/n,” He reminded you, “You should start taking responsibility for your actions.”

“But I didn’t do it!” You protested, though your wide grin told a whole different story.

“I suppose the vase just fell over on its own then,” Your father said sarcastically.

You jumped on that story, nodding your head vigorously, “Yeah! It fell over on its own, daddy!”

He sighed, bending down and scooping you up into his arms, playfully poking your stomach, “You’re too stubborn for your own good…” He trailed off before snickering slightly, “I suppose you get that from me.”

I’d give all I have honey, if you could stay like that

“Jay Jay!” You cheered, immediately hopping into your elder brother's arms as soon as he exited the batmobile.

With a small chuckle, he caught you effortlessly before bringing you to a tight hug to his chest, “And how’s my favorite little sister doing this evening?” He asked jokingly.

You laughed loudly, shaking your head at his silly actions, “I’m your only sister!” You accused.

He pretended to think, “Hmm, is that so?”

Before you could try and reinforce that, Tim and Dick exited the vehicle as well, “Timmy! Dickie!” You cheered, causing Jason to scowl at the pair for pulling your attention away.

Dick squealed excitedly, rushing over and ripping you out of his grip and into his own, “N/n!”

Tim reached over and ruffled your hair slightly in affection.

“Daddy! Daddy!” If it was possible, your face lit up even more as your father appeared, shedding off his cowl and striding over to you.

“Hey there, honey.” He greeted with a small chuckle, gently removing you from his eldest sons grip and bringing you into his own, “Isn’t it a little past your bedtime?” He teased, playfully rubbing his nose against yours.

You giggled at the tickling feeling and pull back slightly, “Nuh uh, daddy! Grandpa said I can stay up to see you!”

“Is that so?” Bruce threw a playfully accusing glare to Alfred in the corner of the room, who held his hands up in surrender with a small smile, “Come on,” He huffed teasingly, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Dickie!” You exclaimed, straining to look over your shoulder at the boy, “Airplane! Airplane!”

With a wide grin, the boy skipped over and carefully removed you from your fathers arms and laid you horizontally so that you could spread out your wingspan and pretend you were flying.

“We should call it the batplane,” Tim snickered.

“Batplane! Batplane!” You chanted in return.

Everyone’s eyes softened as they watched you laugh loudly.

Oh, darlin’, don’t you ever grow up

“Go fish!” You exclaimed sassily, giggling wildly at the feigned expressions of horror that your entire family wore all around the table.

Dick let out a fake groan, dropping his head into his hands, “How do you always win this game?”

You shrugged happily, humming slightly as you picked up the cards, “I’m awesome.” You giggled again.

“Who wants cookies?” Alfred entered the room with a soft smile, it widening slightly at the sound of all the children’s excited squeals.

Dick, Tim, and Jason all shot up out of their seats and began shoving and tackling each other to get to the tray of desserts first while Bruce just ran a hand down his face tiredly.

“Uh, uh, uh,” The older man calmly sidestepped the herd of boys, “Miss. Y/n gets the first one because she is not acting inappropriately.”

You giggled again at their groans of protest, happily reaching for a cookie and leaning up to plant a quick kiss on Alfred’s cheek, “Thank you!” You chirpped, plopping back down into your seat and munching on the treat.

Don't you ever grow up

“What is this thing?” Damian asked in disgust, looking down at your grinning form.

Bruce sighed, bending down and picking you up, you automatically wrapping your arms around his neck in return, “She is your little sister.” He introduced, “Y/n, this is your brother, Damian.”

“More brothers!” You cheered.

Damian scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “That thing is not my sister.” He declared stubbornly, turning a harsh glare your way.

“Don’t talk or look at her like that,” Your father scolded with a scowl, but your smile didn’t drop.

“It’s nice to meet you, Dami!” You giggled a little bit, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes.

“Damian.” He corrected through gritted teeth, “My name is Damian.”

“She’s your sister,” Bruce hissed at him, “You have to learn to deal with that.”

“Dami!” You giggled wildly, making Bruce tighten his grip on you so you didn’t slip out by mistake.

The boy glared at you in a way that promised danger until your father had to step away with you in fear of something actually happening.

“I know you don’t like it,” The man said softly, “But you’re gonna be staying with me at the manor now, and you’re going to have to get used to her.”

The young boy crossed his arms over his chest and began grumbling under his breath. Though, his glare did lessen a bit after those words.

Just stay this little

“What do you think you are doing?” It had been four weeks since Damian moved into the manor, and he had avoided you at all costs.

You whipped around with wide eyes, “Dami!” You squeaked in shock, looking up at your elder brother nervously, “I was just-“

“Have I not specifically informed you not to touch Titus?” He seethed, standing in his bedroom door menacingly.

You looked down guiltily and began shuffling your feet, dropping your hand that had been softly stroking the dog's soft fur from where he was perched on the bed, “I’m sorry,” You mumbled.

The boy scoffed with a roll of his eyes, “I do not want your pathetic apology.” He told you matter of factly.

“Titus is just such a sweet puppy,” You sadly looked up at the dog that had perked up in wonderment as to why you stopped giving him attention.

That made Damian pause, “Oh… yes. He is a good dog.” He replied hesitantly.

“Sorry for bothering you,” You mumbled again, trying to make your way past him.

“Wait,” He surprised both you and himself with his word, but you froze nonetheless, “I suppose it would not hurt for you to pet him for a few more moments.”

A wide grin broke out and your face and you automatically dashed back to the creature and began rubbing behind his ears excitedly.

“I love animals,” You began rambling happily, “They’re so adorable and sweet. I would like to have more pets, I need to tell daddy that we don’t have enough. Maybe I’ll get Jay Jay a snake, I think he’ll like one-“

For the first time, Damian looked at you in a different light. Instead of just seeing some eight year old nuisance, he finally saw a kid only a couple years younger than him that might possibly share some common interests. Maybe having you as a sister wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

“Where are you?” Jason called in a sing-song voice, fighting off a smile as he pretended not to be able to hear your poorly muffled giggles.

He stalked down the long aisles of the bookcases in the library, where he had heard your little feet scamper off into during the beginning of the hide-and-go seek game.

Even though you were now ten years old, you weren’t any better at the game than you were at four years old, but Jason never had the heart to tell you that.

“Are you... over here?” He dramatically rounded one of the corners, raising his voice as he spoke even though he knew full well that you wouldn’t be there.

The sound of your laughter only increased at his failure and the smile grew on his lips as he strode closer and closer to your ‘hiding spot’.

“Now,” He mockingly thought out loud, “I wonder where she could be…”

Right on cue, he threw open a small closet that was tucked in between two bookcases, emitting a shrill shriek from your lips at the sudden brightness and your brother's face grinning down at you.

“Found ya,” He teased.

You laughed, “I wanna do it again, Jay!” You eagerly jumped up and skirted past him, “Count again!”

He chuckled, but placed his hands over his eyes and followed your instructions.

Don't you ever grow up

“And how was your day today, Miss. Y/n?” Alfred asked with a small smile, glancing over his shoulder to where you sat propped up on the counter, kicking your legs back and forth.

“It was good, I saw a puppy today!” You exclaimed excitedly, seemingly having waited for that very question so that you could share the good news.

“Did this puppy happen to live in this manor?” The man hummed in curiosity.

You shook your head back and forth, getting even more excited, “Nope! My teacher brought it into school today and his name is…”

Alfred just listened and nodded along with your joyful rambling, loving the way you got so excited about small things, even as you got older.

It could stay this simple

Many years ago, a tradition had started between you and your siblings that every Friday night before they went on patrol you would all have a movie night in your at-home theater.

Bruce had joined you that night and you were all lounged around on various different couches and chairs comfortably, watching whatever movie Damian had insisted upon watching.

Your father leaned back in his seat with a contempt sigh, grateful for some time to relax after a long day and what would surely turn into a long night.

The credits began rolling, and instead of hearing you and your siblings begin to chat loudly amongst yourselves, it stayed dead silent.

He quickly snapped his head over in alarm, only for his eyes to soften.

You were leaning your head against Dicks shoulder with his head on top of yours, sleeping soundly on a nearby couch. Tim, Damian, and Jason were also asleep on their nearby pieces of furniture.

A small smile tugged at the ends of the man’s lips and he stood up silently, he would let them all rest. He could survive one night without them.

I won't let nobody hurt you

“I’m gonna kill you!” Your classmate roared, reeling his fist back and getting ready to release it in your face.

Unwavering, you stood your ground with your arms in front of yourself protectively as you stared him down, completely unafraid.

He was a stereotypical mean boy jock that just so happened to make the wrong comment in front of you. And when you called him out on it, he had been less than happy. Everything quickly escalated from there into a full out fist fight outside after school.

Easily, you ducked and side stepped his pathetic attempt at a punch, sending him stumbling forward because he made the rookie mistake of putting all his weight behind it.

Reaching over, you socked him in the face in one swift motion, sending him flying back down.

“You bitch!” He cried, emitting some laughs from the onlooking crowd due to his embarrassed state.

Quickly, he got up and went to lunge at you.

“What is happening?” Damian’s voice made everyone freeze, your older brother having been able to intimidate everyone in the school.

The boy froze at the sound of the older boy and slowly turned towards him with wide eyes, paling even further at the sight of his glare.

“Sh-she-“ He tried to stutter out.

Damian paid him no mind, calmly turning to face you, “What happened?”

“He tried to hit me after I called him out for being an asshole,” You spit out.

Menacingly, your brother turned to said boy and the onlooking crowd held their breath in preparation for what was to come.

A fury seemed to set in the already embarrassed boys gut, because he let out a scream of rage and went to lunge at both of you this time.

“What the hell is going on here?” Yet another booming voice stopped all further action as none other than Jason Todd came stomping angrily through the crowd towards you and Damian.

If everyone was scared of Damian, then they were down right petrified of Jason.

Everyone in the school had heard the horror stories of when your brother ran amok in the halls and reeking havoc during his high school years.

Quickly, everyone scrambled away from the scene, except for the boy, whose collar Damian was holding onto.

“He tried to fight our sister.” The boy informed your older brother calmly.

“Is that so?” Jason turned to him with his eyebrows raised mockingly before he smiled in a similar manner, “We can’t have that, now can we?”

Won't let no one break your heart

“Where are you going?” It was an innocent question, simple even, but it still made you freeze in your steps nonetheless.

Slowly, you turned on your heel to face your brothers, who all now looked up from whatever they were doing in the living room to stare at you in curiosity.

“You look nice!” Dick chirped.

“Thanks,” You tried your best to keep your voice from wavering, failing.

Jason however, wasn’t as easily distracted as your eldest brother, “Where are you going looking so nice?”

From beside him, Tim raised an eyebrow, piecing it together pretty quickly. Unlike the rest of your brothers, who for the most part were slowly but surely getting it.

It was silent for a moment before Dicks eyes widened in horror and he shot to his feet, “You’re going on a date?” He shrieked in horror.

You blew out a huff of air, “It’s no big deal.”

“I beg to differ!” He had begun dramatically doubling over and hyperventilating.

Jason narrowed his eyes, “Who are you going on a date with?”

“A date?” Damian looked back and forth between everyone in confusion, “You all told me that she was only fourteen and therefore not allowed to go on one until she was much older.”

You threw your head back with a groan, “That’s not true! I am more than old enough!”

“We just don’t want you getting hurt,” Tim tried to reason calmly.

“You’re too young to date!” Dick sobbed, stumbling over and throwing his arms around you in a tight bear hug.

Jason stood, crossing the room and looking down at you sternly, “I agree with Dickie-Bird, I don’t think you should go on this date.”

“What do you even know about them?” Tim offered, “Probably not enough to risk going on a date.”

“I do too know enough about them,” You grumbled, prying Dicks arms off of you.

“Tell me their address right this minute and I will judge if they are worthy enough!” Your youngest older brother declared.

Everyone ignored him.

Jason sighed through his nose, “We just want what’s best for you,”

You softened at that, relaxing in Dicks death grip that was intended to keep you from leaving the manor, “I get that,” You reassured them, “But you also have to realize that I’m growing up. And with that comes different things. Like dates.”

All four of them hesitated, “I still don’t like this,” Tim said after a moment, “But youre right.”

“I want you to text me every five minutes so I know that you’re alright.” Jason said, immediately followed by sounds of agreement from the other three.

“No,” You groaned.

“Fine… every ten minutes.” Tim reasoned.

You stood there for a moment, contemplating his words before ultimately deciding that the only way you would be getting out of there anytime soon was to agree to their terms.

“Fine,” You sighed, “Dick. You have to let go of me.”

He just stood there for a moment, sniffling slightly, before hesitantly pulling away with a look for complete sadness overtaking his features.

“Guys, I’ll be fine,” You reassured them with a small smile before slowly backing away and walking out the door.

“She’s growing up,” Tim stated after a moment with a frown pulling at the ends of his lips.

And no one will desert you

“Hands in the air!” A voice boomed through the building, causing all festivities to halt in their places automatically, “We’re robbing this damn joint!”

Immediately, everyone in the room went to the ground with their hands raised, Jason dragging you down alongside him with a soft curse, “I told Bruce this charity gala wasn’t a good idea.” He muttered.

You locked eyes with your father and Damian, the only other two there, from across the room and he silently begged you with his eyes to do as the people said and stay down.

Multiple figures with masks and guns moved up and down the room, shoving anything expensive- looking enough into some sacks that they carried.

Your entire body tensed when one of the people froze in front of you, slowly looking down at you and your brother.

With wide eyes full of fear, you allowed your hand to latch onto your brother's wrist as he shifted his body to be between you and the man.

“Hey, get a load of this!” He called in a mocking way, “These are those Wayne kids!” Clearly he hadn’t noticed your father and other brother on the other side of the room.

A couple of his friends glanced over at him with nods, not stopping what they were doing.

“You reckon they’re worth anything if we take ‘em?” Another one called out, and you had to physically restrain yourself from letting out a whimper, all other gala guests smartly choosing to stay silent.

The first one shrugged and moved as if to grab you, causing Jason to immediately shoot to his feet with a glare that could put everyone in the room six feet under, “Don’t you dare touch her,” He warned dangerously despite the gun pointed to his chest.

Right on cue, the doors slammed open and in rushed none other than Dick and Tim, suited up as Nightwing and Red Robin, quickly taking over the situation and knocking out all the robbers.

Jason turned to you as guests began to scramble out, “Are you alright?” He asked quietly.

All you could do was nod, throwing your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. You had never been in as much danger as you had just been in that day. And it terrified you.

“You’re alright,” He whispered softly, rubbing your back comfortingly, “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

Just try to never grow up

“Shut up!” Jason snapped, elbowing Tim harder than necessary, making the boy stumble a bit from where he stood.

The younger of the two whipped around and glared at his brother, “Elbow me one more time.” He challenged through gritted teeth.

“You wanna go-“

“Alright, alright,” You got between the two with a huff, giving them each a small push apart, “Break it up, we have bigger things to worry about then you two breaking each other's faces.”

“Yes.” Damian agreed with narrowed eyes, “Wait until after we have surprised Pennyworth, like civil beings.”

Dick just kept on humming happily and mixing the ingredients for cookies in a large bowl that rested on the counter, “I can't wait to see the look on his face! Oh, this was such a good idea to surprise him for his birthday!” He gushed.

“Well, n/n is pretty good at coming up with plans,” Jason momentarily let his fight go and walked back to the bowl and carefully watched it.

“Here,” Tim walked over and picked up the bowl, “Let's bring this over here so we can-“

He cut himself off when his foot caught on the edge of the counter and he was sent stumbling forward, making the bowl tip over and land right on none other than Jason.

Silence rang through the kitchen as everyone froze in pace, mortified at what they had just witnessed.

Jason slowly turned his head up, “Why, you little-“

“Hey! Hey!” Dick scrambled forward and grabbed the arm Jason had begun winding up to punch Tim, “Let’s not get into this again. We can remake the dough-“

Using his other hand, Jason took a large handful of dough off of his shirt and flung it straight into Tim’s face, your eyes widening even more at the sight.

Next thing you knew, dough began flying every which way, hitting everyone in its path. Less than a minute passed before you were all covered head to toe with chocolate chips and unbaked cookie dough.

“What is-“

You all froze at the sound of Alfred’s voice, pausing a moment before all whipping in his direction. The older man was looking back and forth between all of you with slightly parted lips.

“Surprise?” You squeaked out.

Never grow up

You yawned, “This is more boring then the time we had to sit through dads speech about the importance of sleep.”

“Agreed,” Damian grumbled from beside you, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning down further into his seat, “I suppose father has a knack for talking for obnoxious amounts of time and not once making it of any interest to us.”

The two of you continued to stare at Bruce up on stage, giving a speech about one thing or another and trying not to fall asleep.

“If he tired dragging us to one more of these things,” You mumbled, eyes dropping slightly, “I say we pull a Jason and steal the tires off of his car.”

“Agreed.” Your brother grunted.

You're in the car on the way to the movies

“Movies! Movies! Movies! Movies!” You and your siblings all chanted in sync.

Bruce let out a tired groan, running a hand down his face as he pretended not to notice the way Alfred was chuckling slightly from the driver's seat.

“If you all keep being this loud, you’re going to get us kicked out of the theater again.” He reminded you tiredly.

Jason scoffed, “Don’t act like you can’t just buy the theater so that they can’t kick us out!”

“I can't keep doing that everytime one of you messes up.” Bruce stressed.

It was silent for a moment, then the chanting started again, twice as loud this time.

“Movies! Movies! Movies! Movies!”

And you're mortified your mom's droppin' you off

“Dad,” You grumbled, dropping your head into your hands, “I told you not to drop me off!”

Bruce looked over at you sternly, “Is this still about us being billionaires?” He questioned.

“I just don’t want people treating me any differently if they know!” You insisted.

Somehow, you had been able to keep it away from your new, out of school friends that you were the daughter of the Bruce Wayne. And you planned on keeping it that way.

“There’s no reason to be ashamed of who you are.”

“It’s not that I’m ashamed, dad,” You told him, “I just don’t want them being nice to me just because we have a lot of money.”

That made him pause, and after a moment, he pulled over to the side of the road.

You show him an appreciative look and quickly leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before hopping out of the car, “Thanks, dad! I love you!”

He smiled softly, “I love you too, sweetie. Have fun.”

At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do

You threw your head back with a groan, causing Tim to glance over at you sympathetically, “This is so stupid!” You complied with a grumble.

“I know,” He agreed.

“Why do I even have to do this?” You crossed your arms tightly over your chest and sunk farther down into the chair you sat in at a desk in the batcave.

“Cause it’s homework and getting an education is good for you,” The boy hummed.

“Easy for you to say,” You scoffed, “You’re naturally smart. You don’t have to worry about this.”

He sighed, moving his chair over next to yours, “Alright, what do you need help with?”

You perked up immediately, face lighting up like a Christmas tree, “Yes, yes, yes! You’re the best brother ever!” You gushed.

“I said I would help you, not do it for you.” He warned and you waved a dismissive hand.

“Yeah, yeah, same difference.”

And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, “Don’t act as if they didn’t start when they were way younger than me!”

Bruce rubbed his hands down his face in frustration, “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to be like them.”

“I don’t!” You protested angrily, “I want to be like them! I want to help people!”

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, “This is not up for discussion, Y/n.” He told you firmly, “It’s too dangerous.”

Your mouth dropped open and you gaped at him, “Too- too dangerous?” You seethed, “So it’s alright for my brothers to go out every night fighting crime as this city vigilantes with you, but not if I do it?”

“Yes!” He finally snapped, “Yes, alright? I don’t want you getting hurt! I will not let you go out there and risk your life every night. The- the boys have their reasons for doing it, but you don’t have any reason. I need you to stay here. Safe.”

You recoiled slightly at his words, “You think I can't handle it?” You whispered.

His head shook back and forth again, “That's not what I said, and you know it. You can handle yourself, I just don’t want you to need to.”

“I want to help people!” You insisted desperately.

“Help them in a different way.” His tone was final, leaving no more room for discussion, “Because I will not let you fall into this life. I couldn’t stop them from joining, but I sure as hell will stop you.”

You stared at him for a moment in an eerie silence before turning on your heel and storming out of the room, slamming the door shut harshly behind you.

Bruce flinched slightly at the noise and dropped his head into his hands.

But don't make her drop you off around the block

“I just don’t want them seeing the car.” You tried to reason, using your fathers excessive amount of money as an excuse.

“You sure about that?” Jason turned his head from the passenger seat with a smirk, “Sure you’re not just embarrassed of me and Dickie-Bird?”

You groaned, sinking further into the backseat and burying your head in your hands, “Please just drop me off around the corner.”

Your brother feigned worry, “But how will we know that you got to the movies safe, then?”

Dick snickered slightly, but pulled over where you asked nonetheless, “Come on, Little Bird. I know you used to hate this just as much as she does.”

“But we love you!” Jason teasingly called as you hurriedly exited the vehicle and slammed the door with more force than necessary, fear of someone hearing him taking over.

Their laughter did follow you all the way through the doors of the cinema, though.

Remember that she's gettin' older too

“What is it- what happened?” A look of complete horror and desperation painted your features.

You had just been getting ready to turn in for the night when you had heard a lot of commotion coming from the batcave, which was rare considering your family wasn’t normally back from patrol for at least another four hours. And even then, they always stayed as quiet as they could as to not wake you.

Alfred sighed immediately moving to gently grasp onto your arms, “Master. Bruce was shot, but-“

“Dad was shot?” You looked like you were about to throw up, but you tried to stumble past Alfred to go farther into the cave, nonetheless, shaking off his grip.

He gently reached out and grabbed you by the shoulders, trying to halt all further movements from you, “But he’ll be fine,” He continued his previous sentence reassuringly, “And I don’t think it’s wise for you to have to see him like that. He wouldn’t want you to see him like that.”

“B-but-dad-he-“ You began to become overwhelmed as you frantically stuttered things out, trying and failing to form a coherent thought.

“He’s right, n/n,” You hadn’t even noticed Dick approach the two of you until he was right in front of you and speaking.

Your head snapped over to your oldest brother, taking in his soft expression as he gently tried to urge you to calm down.

Vigorously, you shook your head back and forth and pushed away from both of them, heading straight for the room you knew they all went to whenever one of them was injured.

You pushed the door open, ignoring the way Tim shot out of his seat beside Bruce’s bed as you did so, your breathing becoming a shaky and uneven pace.

Bruce slowly moved his head to look at you, and when he did, his eyes turned sad in a way you grew to despise, “N/n-“

“Are you okay?” You asked in a panic-filled tone, rushing over to his side.

A blanket lay over his body so you couldn’t see where he was shot, “Yes, I’m fine.” He had the audacity to chuckle.

“This isn’t funny.” You snapped, “How is this at all funny?”

He quieted for a moment, neither of you paying any kind of attention as Tim slipped out of the room after giving you a small squeeze on the shoulder.

“You’re right, it’s not. I’m sorry.”

For the first time in your life, your father looked small to you, weak. He was always strong and determined, sure. But never had you seen him look like he did now. And it scared you.

“Dad-“ You hadn’t even realized when tears had began to roll down your cheeks, but they did and you tried to bite your bottom lip to stop sobs from slipping through.

“Come here,” He prompted softly, and you didn’t hesitate.

You rushed over to his side and fell into the chair Tim had previously been sitting in, your hand shooting out and holding onto his tightly.

“I-I don’t want to see you hurt,” You admitted tearfully.

“I know, I know.” He reached his other hand over and softly moved a piece of fallen hair out of your face, “I hate having you see me like this.” He paused, “But I would hate seeing you like this even more.”

Your eyes shot up, “Dad-“

“You know how you feel about me being like this?” He continued, “I would feel ten times worse if it was you out there instead of me, that’s the reason I don’t want you out there. Because I wouldn’t be able to handle it if something were to happen to you.”

Silence fell over the two of you like an uncomfortable blanket for a minute before you slowly nodded your head, “Okay,” You whispered, “Okay, I’ll stop trying to go out with you guys. But only if you promise that all of you will be safe. That’s the only reason I ever wanted to go in the first place, to make sure you guys were all alright.”

He squeezed your hand in appreciation, “I promise you, n/n, we’ll all be safe.”

And don't lose the way that you dance around in your PJs getting ready for school

You sang loudly to the song playing over the speaker as you spun back and forth along the kitchen floor, packing your lunch for the day.

Perhaps the music was too loud, or you were too much in your own world, because you didn’t even notice the way your brothers all crowded in the doorway, laughing quietly at your antics.

Naturally, Dick had his phone out and was recording the moment that no doubt would be used as blackmail later, but none of them could shake the soft smiles they felt unconsciously growing on their faces at the sight of it.

You looked so young and carefree, like you were five again.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

“They’re really beautiful,” You admitted with a dreamy sigh, leaning further back into your seat to look up at the sky filled with thousands of stars in complete wonder.

Your father hummed in agreement from beside you, “They are.”

About a week ago, you had been complaining to him that you were hardly ever able to see any stars at night due to the bright city lights, so he decided to surprise you by taking a night off of patrol and bringing you up, over the clouds in the batplane to see them. Just the two of you.

“I can’t believe that I’m seeing them this close,” Your wide, full of wonder, eyes were yet to tear away from the devastatingly beautiful scene.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, each observing the various constellations at your own pace.

“Dad?” The man’s head lulled to the side to find you already looking at him, “Thank you.”

He smiled softly, leaning over and gently kissing your temple, “No need to thank me. I’m glad we did this.”

Don't you ever grow up

They were the loudest in the audience by far. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to be even slightly embarrassed. If anything, your grin only widened at their proud features.

Their claps and cheers of your name were enough to make your legs move across the stage as you graciously accepted your diploma before waving it in the air excitedly at them.

All in the front row, your father, honorary grandfather, and brothers all jumped up to keep their clapping, even Damian didn’t pretend not to care.

Tears shone in each and every one of their eyes as they watched you were about to take your final steps off the stage, officially having graduated high school.

Of course, there was an immense amount of pride and joy in their hearts, but there was also a sinking feeling inside that made the tears keep rolling.

The second you stepped off of that stage, you would no longer be a child. You would be off to college. You would have grown up.

Deep down, they all knew they had been dreading this very moment for as long as they could remember, but they never really anticipated what would happen when the day actually came.

But instead of voicing these thoughts and ruining your day, they continued to let their applause boom through the auditorium.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things @ladyagagaslefttoe @xbergiex @kiyomi-uchiha777

[mikkies]

「 I DO ADORE YOU. 」

Yan! Telamon x GN! Reader

warnings: Subtle Yandere Behavior and Manipulation

notes: I was thinking of making him into this omnipotent God but I was like, if Taph's a silly pigeon bird, he's gonna be a silly owl birb.

➹ — DRABBLE:

THE SUN BATHED the cobblestone streets in warm light, but the marketplace buzzed with chaos. Vendors shouted over one another, children darted between stalls, and somewhere, a lute player strummed a lively tune. You were just another face in the crowd, weaving through the bustle with a basket in hand, searching for fresh produce.

Telamon noticed you the moment you stepped into the square. Among the noise and clamor, you were quiet—a calm presence that drew his gaze like a moth to flame. He stood on the balcony of a towering spire, golden eyes narrowing as he observed you from afar. His feathered ears twitched as he listened, tuning out the cacophony to focus solely on you.

He didn’t descend immediately. No, Telamon preferred to watch, to understand what it was about you that captured him so completely. Perhaps it was the way you treated the vendors with kindness or how you paused to help a child who had dropped their fruit. Whatever it was, it stirred something in him—a rare warmth in his otherwise cold heart.

When he finally approached, it was with an air of authority. The crowd seemed to part for him, his black and gold robes flowing like liquid shadow. The feathers poking out from his cloak glimmered in the sunlight, and his towering frame cast a long shadow over you.

"You’re far too trusting," he said, his voice smooth yet laced with condescension.

Startled, you looked up, meeting his piercing gaze. "Excuse me?"

"The market," he gestured lazily. "A place full of thieves and schemers, and yet you move through it as if the world has no sharp edges."

You frowned. "I don’t see the point in assuming the worst of everyone."

He chuckled softly, a sound that rumbled like distant thunder. "Naïve, but admirable."

"Who are you to judge?" you shot back, standing your ground despite the unease prickling at your skin.

"Telamon," he answered, his smirk growing. "Not that my name should mean anything to you, but it will, soon enough."

You took a step back, unsure whether to be wary or amused. He noticed, of course, and his expression softened, though his golden eyes remained sharp.

"I’ve been watching you," he admitted, his tone quieter now. "You stand out in a world that thrives on chaos. It’s… intriguing."

"That sounds a little creepy," you replied bluntly, earning a surprised laugh from him.

"Perhaps," he said, tilting his head like a curious bird. "But I won’t apologize for it. You’re interesting, and I’ve decided to protect you—whether you want me to or not."

Before you could protest, he turned and walked away, his wings shifting beneath his robes. You stood there, bewildered, as the crowd resumed its bustle, none the wiser to the strange encounter that just unfolded.

➷ — HEADCANNONS:

Telamon carries himself with the aura of someone who’s seen and done everything. His reputation precedes him, and while most are intimidated, you’re one of the few who challenge him.

In a chaotic world, your steady nature is what initially draws him in. He finds your kindness fascinating, even if he doesn’t fully understand it.

Telamon ensures no harm comes to you, whether by intimidating potential threats or stepping in at just the right moment. You might not even realize how many times he’s saved you from danger.

He doesn’t want to control you, but he does want you to depend on him. He’s always nearby, ready to swoop in if needed, and his presence is hard to ignore.

His condescending attitude masks his genuine affection. He teases you often, but his actions—like fixing something you’ve struggled with or quietly leaving gifts—betray his softer side.

Though he tries to maintain his cold exterior, there are moments when his feelings slip through. A lingering touch, a rare compliment, or the way his wings unfurl slightly when he’s near you—signs of his growing attachment.

Telamon is the type to observe from the shadows, his golden eyes tracking your every move. He’s not afraid to intervene if he deems it necessary, but he prefers to stay unnoticed unless he wants you to see him.

If someone else shows interest in you, Telamon dismisses them with a sharp comment or a withering glance. He won’t lash out—he’s above such petty displays—but his irritation is evident in how he subtly asserts his dominance.

Despite his aloof and condescending demeanor, he has an undeniable softness when it comes to you. He’ll adjust his tone if he sees you’re upset or sit beside you in silence when words aren’t enough.

Telamon’s wings are a source of warmth and protection. While he’s typically reserved about showing them fully, he’ll wrap them around you in moments of vulnerability or when he wants to shield you from the world.

He’s not as composed as he wants you to believe. His wings can be comically expressive, fluffing up when he’s irritated or folding tightly when he’s embarrassed. You’ve caught him muttering under his breath about how impractical his robes are when his feathers stick out.

He doesn’t force his will on you but nudges you in directions that align with his plans. A missed appointment with someone he doesn’t like, a sudden storm that "coincidentally" keeps you indoors—he’s always one step ahead.

This is kind of my interpretation of BOTH Telamons in Forsaken and Block Tales. 🥸

[mikkies]

「 CHAOTIC LITTLE MUNCHKIN, I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY. 」

Griefer x GN! Chaotic! Reader

warnings: Threats of Violence.

notes: Girefer.

THE MARKETPLACE BUZZED with life, a chaotic blend of colorful stalls, chattering crowds, and the occasional clang of dropped coins. Griefer stuck close to your side, his hands jammed in his jacket pockets as he grumbled about how loud everything was.

You, on the other hand, thrived in the chaos.

You zipped from one stall to another, rattling off jokes to vendors and pointing out every bizarre trinket like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Look at this, Griefer!” you exclaimed, holding up a slightly cracked glass orb. “It’s either a magical relic or a really bad paperweight. Wanna find out?”

He rolled his crimson eyes. “1T’S PR0BABLY JUNK. PUT 1T D0WN.”

Before you could respond, a sneering voice broke through the cacophony.

“Well, look who decided to show his face in public.”

You both turned to see someone standing a few feet away, arms crossed and wearing a smug grin that could rival the most annoying creeper.

They exuded an air of self-importance, their words laced with derision.

“Still hiding behind that tough guy act, huh?” they taunted, their gaze flicking between Griefer and you. “Guess you’ve got someone else to fight your battles now.”

Griefer stiffened, his shoulders squaring defensively. “WH4T’S Y0UR PR0BLEM?” he snapped, his voice sharp but faltering slightly under the tension.

The person smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction. “No problem. Just wondering how long it’ll take before you mess up like always.”

You stepped forward without a word, your manic grin melting into a blank, almost bored expression.

“You know,” you said quietly, your voice calm and monotone, “there’s a funny thing about people who like to run their mouths.”

The smirk wavered slightly. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“They tend to disappear,” you said simply. “One day, they’re out in public, mouthing off like they own the place, and the next? Gone. Maybe they take a wrong turn into a dark alley. Maybe something sharp or heavy accidentally comes flying their way. Accidents happen all the time, don’t they?”

The crowd seemed to blur into the background as you took another step closer.

“And the best part?” you continued, your tone never shifting. “Nobody questions it. Nobody looks for them. After all, someone who spends all their time being annoying isn’t exactly missed.”

The smugness drained from their face, replaced by a flicker of unease. “Y-You’re crazy.”

You tilted your head, your grin returning faintly. “Oh, I know. That’s why you should be more careful. Never know when someone like me might decide to have some fun.”

Without another word, they turned on their heel and disappeared into the crowd, their bravado crumbling with each hurried step.

You turned back to Griefer, your chaotic energy snapping back into place as if nothing had happened. “Well, that was fun! Wanna get a bloxy cola?”

Griefer blinked at you, his red eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and reluctant admiration. “Y0U… Y0U JUST…?”

“Problem solved!” you chirped, grabbing his wrist and dragging him toward the nearest stall. “C’mon, it’s on you. Being scary is exhausting!”

“Y0U’R3 1NS4N3,” he muttered, though his lips twitched upward in a small grin.

“Yep,” you replied proudly. “But you love it!”

Griefer groaned, muttering something about how you were “too much,” but he didn’t pull away.

The chaos of the market continued around you, but for the two of you, it felt like your own little world of madness.

[mikkies]

「 BEFORE, I DO MORE THAN I SPEAK OUT. 」

Forsaken! Survivors x GN! Coil! Reader

warnings: mentions of blood and mild violence

notes: went against my own rules... sigh..

➹ — Guest 1337

He's the first to reach you when the exit opens, sprinting back into danger just to drag you out even as alarms blare.

“You did more than enough,” he says, shaking, trying not to cry while patching up your face with trembling hands.

The sight of you makes him physically ill — covered in blood, barely standing, armor shredded. And you still tried to walk on your own.

In the lobby, even when wounds don't fully heal, he won’t let you out of his sight. He carries you, lets you sleep on him.

Tries to make jokes to lighten the mood. You don’t laugh. He breaks down later thinking it’s because he failed to protect you.

➹ — Chance

He jokes at first, thinking you're just playing a real cruel joke.

“Rough day at the round?”

but you don’t respond, just blink at him through crusted lashes and a split lip.

When you collapse after exiting, he panics like you’ve died and clutches you like you're glass.

It's the first time he’s silent around you. Genuinely shaken.

He watches over you in the lobby like a ghost, just lingering in the corner with bloodied knuckles from punching a wall (or maybe someone).

He knows how it feels to give and give until you're nothing. You don't even have to speak. He just… understands.

➹ — Elliot

Elliot freezes when he sees you. That’s not “a little blood” — that’s trauma incarnate.

“Geez—what the hell did they do to you?”

He’s angry. Not at you. At the Spectre, the game, the Killer, at 007n7 if he happened to be in the round and didn’t help.

If he’s holding pizza slices, he shoves every last one in your hands despite your protests. 

“Eat. Heal. I don't care if it tastes like cardboard.”

Doesn’t normally touch people, but he holds your shoulder the whole time you're in the lobby like it’s the only thing anchoring him.

➹ — Taph

The moment he sees you post-match, he coos lowly and nuzzles you, feathers ruffling.

“🥺😭🤕” (You okay? I’m scared, you’re hurt. Let me help.)

He tries to help by giving Builderman the necessary equipment to heal you with. 

You try to stop him. He shakes his head angrily. You stop resisting.

Sits near you or 3 feet away from you even if you’re safe. No fear. Just trying to make sure you're safe even if you can handle yourself.

➹ — 007n7

The second he sees you, he assumes you died and goes still, pale.

When you breathe, he falls to his knees in relief. “Oh thank god—I'm so sorry—I should’ve—”

He blames himself even if he wasn’t there. He always does.

Cries quietly while holding your hand, too afraid to hug you in case he hurts you more.

If you don’t say anything, he understands. If you cry, he won’t let go.

His whole vibe changes. He starts using himself as bait more in the next rounds so you don’t have to burn out again.

➹ — Builderman

Builderman freezes when he sees you stumble into the lobby. His usual calm cracks instantly.

“No… No no no—”

He drops his tools and rushes over, catching you before you collapse. The blood on your uniform, the broken movement—it makes him panic in a way he hasn’t in years.

He gets you to a cot in the corner of the lobby and immediately starts pulling materials from his inventory — not just medkits, but parts of healing devices, handmade painkillers, repurposed wires for splints.

He's constantly muttering to himself.

“You’re still breathing. Good. Stay with me. I’ll fix this. I have to fix this…”

The other survivors watch in silence. They've never seen him like this. There's blood on his gloves and sweat on his face.

Builderman’s hands shake while trying to patch you up, even though he’s done this dozens of times. Because this time it’s you.

Afterward, when you're unconscious but safe, he stays by your side, arms crossed, eyes never leaving you. If anyone tries to joke or downplay what happened, they get the glare.

➹ — Noob

Noob sees you stagger through the exit and just freezes, Bloxy Cola halfway to their mouth.

Their whole face twists. It’s not the scared, “uh-oh” kind of expression you’re used to — it’s pure horror. They whisper your name, slowly stepping forward, food dropping from their hands.

They don’t even know what to do. They’ve never seen that much blood on anyone.

Tries to hand you their medkit right away.

“Y-You—you need this more than me. Please. Please use it. Please...”

They panic when you collapse and yell for someone — anyone — to come help. They grab medkits even if they don’t know how to use them right.

Once you’re resting in the lobby, they hover nearby with tearful eyes, trying to feed you food slowly like you’re a dying patient.

“Do you want burger? No—wait, too much chewing—uhhh jello? I can— I’ll mash up pizza. Do you want mashed pizza?”

Even if you’re half-unconscious, they refuse to leave your side. They keep talking quietly, nervously, trying to keep you awake.

➹ — Two Time

Two Time is still smiling when they see you. That dagger is twirling lazily in one hand, blood on their boots, head slightly tilted.

Their first words? Not “Are you okay?” but:

“You almost crossed over, didn’t you?” “...What did you see?”

They're fascinated. Not in a cruel way — but in a morbid, reverent, terrifying way. You were so close to the edge. To death. To respawn.

They crouch beside your mangled body, brushing bloody hair from your face gently, eyes wide and sparkling.

“You bled for them. You broke for them. And you came back... You’re beautiful like this.

While others panic or cry, Two Time is calm. Too calm. Holding pressure to your wounds, whispering verses about rebirth under their breath.

Offers you their own second life. You’re too weak to understand. Their dagger is in their palm. They’re ready to sacrifice themselves if you die.

Builderman and Guest have to intervene. They drag Two Time off of you when their chanting gets too intense.

“Glory to the Spawn…! Let them rise! Let them—AAAH—LET GO OF ME—THEY’RE MEANT TO ASCEND—!!”

After you stabilize, they don’t say sorry. 

But they do sit by your bedside, humming. You’re bandaged, half-asleep, and they’re staring at the ceiling, fingers twitching.

➹ — Dussekar

Dusekkar appears behind you like a ghost, no footsteps, no warning — just a gentle flare of orange flame inside his head.

“Tattered soul and broken skin… What a storm you’ve weathered in.”

He kneels beside you as your head droops, your blood soaking into the floor. He doesn’t flinch.

“I see the wounds that none can bind, I see your heart — still brave, still kind.”

He doesn’t heal like Builderman, but comforts. He pulls bandages from his belt and quietly, skillfully wraps your arms.

His rhymes are soft. Like lullabies for the half-dead.

“Rest now, flame that burns so bright… Not all heroes end the fight.”

When the others avoid your gaze, Dusekkar speaks for you.

“Do not fear what blood may say — this one bled to light your way.”

He never calls you foolish for sacrificing yourself. He calls it divine.

➹ — Shedletsky

Shedletsky is busy making some dumb joke when you come limping in, covered in red, barely recognizable.

Mid-sentence, he stops. His wings twitch.

His smile vanishes. In seconds, he’s at your side. His goofy swim shorts barely move with how fast he crouches down.

“Hey, hey, hey—no dying. That’s my thing. You don’t get to steal my bits.”

He calls out over his shoulder: “Get Builderman. Now.” His voice? Cold. Commanding. Not funny anymore.

Carefully he would pull off his “BLAME JOHN” shirt and presses it to your worst wound, like it’s all he can offer. 

“This is gonna hurt, but you’re tough. Tougher than me, maybe. Just hang on, alright?”

Once you're stabilized, he sits with you, blood drying on his arms. He tries to crack a joke — then swallows it when you flinch.

You ask, “...Did I do okay?” Shedletsky stares for a beat, then gently flicks your forehead. 

“You did better than okay. You saved us, you stubborn pancake. Now rest.”

[mikkies]

fck the gepard and blade one were so fcking cute that it might make me crave for a relationship like it

he does it so well

summary ⎯ hot things they do.

includes ⎯ dan heng, gepard, blade, sampo, & jing yuan.

tana's words ⎯ struggling with writing requests rn so i wrote something short to clear writer's block. im sorry guys i'll get to them soon i promise 😭

dan heng

⎯ waits for you before turning the page on a book. he notices that you are reading along with him and waits for you to signal that you're ready before carrying on.

⎯ private > public. he will brush your hand in public but he will be all over you in private. instead of only brushing your hand, dan heng will be brushing up on you. more touchy in private than in public.

⎯ pushes the hair out of your face when it's getting in your way. but he does it in a more sensual way. his fingers graze your lips as he agonizingly drags his hand through your hair.

⎯ long day? melts into your body at night. runs his hands up and down your arms as a way to relieve stress?? leans his head into your neck and sighs so dreamily??? like hello?? lips grazing your neck???

⎯ hot morning voice. raspy and rough. also kind of scratchy. when he tells you, "five more minutes," how could you say no to THAT voice? he knows of this effect and makes sure to use it to his full advantage

⎯ very observant. knows everything you like; knows your routines; knows you. he's the first to compliment you if you got a haircut or new outfit/nails/whatever. it always make you blush bc how is he always the first one to figure these things out?!?@#$%

⎯ gets jealous a little too easily. doesn't do anything verbal about it. opts for being a little more touchy than usual. he thinks it's embarrassing and he wants to hide his face into his pillow when you tease him about it.

⎯ lip biter. not when y'all are kissing, but when he tries to hide his smile or his laugh he bites his lip. you find it so cute and you just want to grab him and just connect your lips with his.

⎯ nerd. hot sexy nerd. he'll tell you about animals and mitosis and python and he's just so intelligent. helps you with problem solving things (probably puzzles idk) and he stands/leans over you with his breath dancing on the back of your neck.

⎯ jawline kisser. if he wants something from you he gives chaste kisses to your jawline. he does that when he's bored too ig. very big on jaw kisses and secretly loves when you flush because of them.

gepard

⎯ blushes when you compliment him. he looks so adorable you just wanna pinch his cheeks and smother him. he gets even more embarrassed

⎯ big domestic guy. ntm on casual stuff or situationships. if he wants you, he'll let you know (even if he's blushing his way through it).

⎯ he is not shy. in the beginning he might be a little shy, but later on the relationship he'll get bolder. chaste kisses on the lips becomes long make-out sessions on his bed after a rather tiring day on the front lines. and if he hasn't seen you in a while... i will let you guys interpret.

⎯ leans down to listen to you. he's literally gigantic and when he LEANS DOWN just to hear what you say... and it's so innocent too but the way you look up at him doesn't make it so innocent anymore...

⎯ pins you to the wall on accident. may or may not be inspired by teenage dream. anyway, he does a lot of hot things on accident and doesn't even realize it. so you are trying not to explode while gepard is enjoying his merry day while caging you underneath him.

⎯ acts like a knight since u always make jokes that he's your "knight in shining armor." so dedicated that he kisses your knuckles out of nowhere and it makes you want to FAINT. like you could be reading and (out of nowhere) he takes your hand away from your book and kisses ur knuckles. AND HE HOLDS EYE CONTACT WHILE DOING IT.

⎯ flirty without knowing it. says something cute and flirty but doesn't realize it until you say something. and he says it so calmly too; like drops it into a convo

⎯ runs a hand through your hair before you two sleep. he just wants to keep you close and he just wants to feel you because he never gets to come home often.

⎯ ROLLS UP. HIS SLEEVES. TO HIS FOREARMS. he does this when he's particularly stressed. like come here i can show you a way to destress (i'm so sorry).

blade

⎯ he's only shirtless when YOU are around. he trusts you enough to show all of himself around you. you are reliable and trustworthy enough to be able to know the entirety of him: his body, his mind, his past, etc.

⎯ intensely loyal to you. like if he had to choose between the world and you he would obviously choose you. would do anything for you, would buy anything for you, would steal anything for you: you guys get the gist.

⎯ he's so loving only towards you. silver wolf and kafka like to tease him for it (especially silver wolf... bc how can he play a game with you and not her). he does little things for you, like picking lint off of your outfit or pulling your hair back when you're eating something. or pulling your hair back when you're doing something...

⎯ LOVES when you wear his clothing. his shirt his jacket ANYTHING. whatever it is, he will be going crazy for it. has a thing for when you wear his shirts; you just look so good and you're wearing something that's HIS. not anyone else's; HIS SHIRT.

⎯ has a little possessive streak. it's not a weird and overprotective possessive thing tho. more so, "no silver wolf you are not going to force them to play games with you." maybe it's more overprotective than possessive, but secretly he wants you all to himself and he does NOT want to share.

⎯ speaking of being overprotective, he is also just regular protective. he walks on the side near the road so you don't have to. he grabs your arm to pull you away from something dangerous. he shields you so he'll get hit before you. yk, cute stuff like that. your safety is his priority, no matter what.

⎯ he is the type to be like, "who did this to you??" and he WILL be hunting that person down. but not without urgently caring for you first.

⎯ his touch is so filled with emotion, genuineness, earnestness, and sincere. i hc that blade doesn't have much relationship experience and he isn't very wordy, so when he hugs you or touches you, all of his emotions are poured into his hands/fingers/etc. all of what he feels for you (which is very much) is shown in his physical touch.

sampo

⎯ MANSPREADS. i said it. HE IS A MANSPREADER. elbows resting on top of his knees as he says something super coy or flirty towards you, and sometimes you even have to PHYSICALLY avert your eyes away.

⎯ a tease. if you lean in for a kiss, he'll lean backwards. if he's missing you, his fingertips will dance along the bare skin of your sides, and then he'll pull away to make you want him as much as he wants you. he is so INFURIATING.

⎯ if he flusters you and you blush n try to cover your face with something (literally anything), he'll grab whatever you're holding so he could see your face. to him, you look the prettiest when you're smiley and flustered, such as in those situations.

⎯ if you're going on a long tangent about something, he'll kiss you on your lips randomly. he doesn't mind your rambling, he thinks it's adorable, which is why he does it. it always leaves you with your jaw dropped before you could continue what you were saying.

⎯ the type to lock himself in a closet with you but on accident. you guys don't know how you two even got into that situation, but sampo is with you, so he couldn't be happier. big quality time guy.

⎯ brings you little trinkets or gifts based on his "business" adventures. whenever he sees something, he gets it for you. his mind is usually racing about you anyway, so he can't help himself when he develops a spending problem because of you

⎯ sings with you to songs. you could be singing in the shower and then you hear this agitating, grating voice. he's a terrible singer, but he'll do anything as long as you're there with him, so he sings with you anyway.

jing yuan

⎯ wakes up and the first thing he does is admire you. he studies every single one of your facial features, acting as if he's never seen them before when he wakes up to your face every day. he finds beauty all around you: in your sleeping face, on the bridge of your nose, the pout of your lips when you're asleep. he just loves all of you.

⎯ a flirt and PROUD. he's bold with his quips. not afraid of initiating affection in public but he prefers private which i think is much sexier.

⎯ neck kisser. heavy on neck kisses (especially in the morning). practically an entire body kisser tbh. he can't get enough of you, and in a world where loneliness strives (immortality), he's grateful that he has you for the time being.

⎯ grabs your chin and tilts your head up if he wants you. he doesn't do it forcefully, more like a gentle smush. he locks eyes with you and omfg it makes your heart beat sm. like why are you looking at me LIKE THAT. so sensually or whateva....

⎯ urges you to come closer to him so he can whisper something in your ear. when do you come closer to him, he pulls you by the waist and gets super close to your ear. like lips brushing your ear. and he blows a raspberry in it. so stupid but too lovable.

⎯ lies down in your lap if you two are lounging together. since he's so busy, he doesn't get to lounge around often, so he likes to be as close to you as possible.

⎯ if he wants to kiss you, you will know. not because he'll tell you. but because of the specific LOOK he gives you. his eyes are narrowed under the spell of seduction, focusing only on your lips. his mouth is slightly parted like he is ready to kiss you, and the way he tilts his head down...

⎯ patient for you. will wait for you even when he is dying to feel you once again. he has to deal with yanqing so he holds a lot of patience. but he won't rush you with anything, lets you move at your own pace, and gives you help if needed. overall sweet guy.

i hope this motivates me into finishing my requests

[mikkies]

「 MOON, TELL ME IF I COULD SEND UP MY HEART TO YOU. 」

1x1x1x1 x GN! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: I'm running out of title ideas gng, to the point I'm turning to song lyrics as titles *cries*

THE NIGHT WAS unusually quiet. No crickets chirped, no wind rustled the trees; only the faint hum of your porch light kept you company as you stood on the back deck.

You had always loved the stillness of nights like this, but tonight, there was an unease in the air, as if the world held its breath.

That’s when you saw it.

A faint glow appeared in the night sky, growing larger with each passing second. It wasn’t a star or a plane; it moved with a strange, almost deliberate, descent.

Before you could even process what you were seeing, the object hurtled down, crashing into the woods behind your house with a deafening impact that shook the ground beneath your feet.

Your heart raced as you grabbed a flashlight and ventured into the woods, the beam cutting through the inky darkness.

The air was thick with an unnatural energy, and as you drew closer to the crash site, a faint, otherworldly glow lit your path.

Finally, you found it: a green domino crown, cracked and battered, lying amidst the scorched earth.

You hesitated, then carefully picked it up. The crown was warm to the touch, pulsating faintly with green light.

Despite its damage, it radiated an undeniable presence, as though it were alive.

You brought it home, placing it gently on your kitchen table, unsure of what to do next.

Days passed, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that the crown was watching you.

It didn’t make sense, of course, but every time you entered the room, the air felt heavier, charged. One evening, as you sat with your head in your hands, wondering if you should call someone about your strange find, the crown began to glow more intensely.

Before your eyes, it shifted.

The air around it shimmered, and with a blinding flash, the crown reformed into a figure. You stumbled backward, heart pounding as the being collapsed onto your kitchen floor.

They were tall, their black cloak tattered and singed, their white ponytail spilling over their shoulder.

Chains draped over their form like broken ornaments, and their translucent green chest revealed a skeletal structure inside.

Black and green flames flickered weakly around their body, and in their hands, they clutched two daemonshank swords.

They stirred, red eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

Their gaze was sharp, wary. “Who are you?” they rasped, voice weak but laced with suspicion. “What have you done to me?”

You froze, holding your hands up in surrender. “I haven’t done anything. You… you crashed into the woods. I brought you here.”

Their expression darkened as they attempted to sit up, only to collapse back onto the floor. “Liar. No one helps out of kindness. What do you want from me?”

The accusation stung, but you kept your voice calm.

“You were hurt. I couldn’t just leave you there.”

Their red eyes narrowed, flicking over you with palpable distrust. “If you think I will owe you anything, you’re mistaken. I am not your charity case.”

You sighed, kneeling beside them cautiously. “Look, you don’t have to trust me. But you’re injured, and I’m the only one here who can help. So, let me.”

They turned their head away, their pride clearly battling their condition. Finally, with a reluctant nod, they muttered, “Fine. But don’t think this means anything.”

Over the next few weeks, caring for 1x1x1x1 was a challenge.

They accepted your help begrudgingly, often snapping at your efforts or questioning your motives. He would flinch when you came too close, her chains rattling faintly as though in warning.

Their black and green flames, once fierce, barely flickered now, but he still seemed to guard what little strength they had with a ferocity that was hard to ignore.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked one evening, their tone sharp as he watched you adjust a bandage around her arm. “What are you hoping to gain?”

You looked up, meeting their gaze. “I already told you. You needed help.”

They scoffed, his red eyes blazing. “No one does anything without an agenda. You humans are all the same—deceptive, selfish creatures.”

You frowned but didn’t rise to the bait. “Maybe you’re right about some people. But not everyone is like that.”

She stared at you for a long moment, their expression unreadable. Finally, he turned away, muttering, “We��ll see.”

As the days turned into weeks, 1x1x1x1 grew stronger, though their demeanor remained guarded.

Her flames burned a little brighter, their steps grew steadier, and the swords he had once wielded with ease began to hum faintly with power again.

Yet, despite their recovery, they kept their distance, his distrust never fully abating.

One night, as you sat together under the stars, she broke the silence. “I will leave soon.”

You nodded, trying to hide the pang of disappointment. “Where will you go?”

They didn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the sky. “I have battles to fight. Scores to settle. This… respite has been an inconvenience.”

You smiled faintly, leaning back against the porch rail.

“Glad I could inconvenience you, then.”

Her eyes flicked to you, softening slightly. “You are… unusual. Not like the others.”

“Is that a compliment?” you teased gently.

They didn’t respond, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was fleeting, but it was there.

“Will you come back?” you asked quietly.

She hesitated, their chains clinking softly as they shifted. “If I do… it will not be as your charity case.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Fair enough.”

And as he gazed back to the stars, for the first time, they didn’t seem quite so distant.

[mikkies]

「 I WANT A PEACEFUL LIFE WITH YOU, AND LOOK AT EVERYONE FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD. 」

Telamon x GN! Overworked! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: Wrote this really fast (Telamon is my top 3 fav so it was really easy to flow the words a bit) since I know you're having a bad day, it'll be useless if I don't prioritize someone having a really bad day🙇‍♀️ anyways, take care of yourself Illumina!!! I don't want one of my favorite writers burnt out:(

THE GOLDEN GLOW of Robloxia’s sun was dimming, signaling the onset of evening.

Yet, your work was far from over. 

Stacks of reports, code debugging, and tedious administrative duties piled up like an unyielding mountain before you. 

Your eyes burned from staring at the screen for hours, your fingers aching as they moved robotically across the keyboard.

The soft rustle of feathers broke your concentration.

“Do you even remember what the sun looks like?” The familiar, slightly condescending tone of Telamon drifted to your ears. You didn’t bother looking up, your mind too sluggish and your focus too buried in the endless tasks.

“Not now, Telamon,” you mumbled, rubbing your temples. “I’m busy.”

There was a brief silence, and you almost thought he had left until the corner of your vision caught his robe swaying as he approached. 

His large wings were concealed, but the smaller ones on his head twitched in a manner that betrayed his irritation—or concern. It was hard to tell with him sometimes.

“Busy doing what, exactly? Trying to work yourself into the ground?” His voice was sharp, but his gaze softened as he looked at the tired lines on your face. “Even gods don’t push themselves this hard.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. Instead, a yawn escaped, betraying your exhaustion. Telamon raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes gleaming with knowing amusement.

“I thought so.”

Before you could protest, Telamon grabbed the chair you were seated on, wheeling you away from your desk effortlessly. Despite your resistance, his actions were deliberate and firm.

“Telamon!” You twisted in your seat, but his grip on the backrest was unyielding. “I don’t have time for this. There’s too much to do!”

He huffed, the sound revealing his irritation. “And you’re doing none of it efficiently in this state. You mortals have an uncanny way of destroying yourselves over trivial tasks.”

“Trivial?” you snapped. “This isn’t—”

“Trivial compared to your health,” he interrupted smoothly. “You’ll be no use to anyone if you collapse.” His tone softened as he added, “Even I know that much.”

Your protests fizzled out as he led you away from your workspace. 

Telamon guided you to a quiet corner of Robloxia, a serene grove nestled between towering trees whose branches glowed faintly in the twilight. 

The gentle rustling of leaves and the soothing hum of birds was the only sound. It was a stark contrast to the chaos you left behind.

“I…” You blinked, suddenly overwhelmed by the tranquility. “I don’t have time for this.”

“You do now,” he said simply, conjuring a blanket from seemingly nowhere. With a deft flick of his wrist, he laid it on the soft grass, then gestured for you to sit. 

His wings shifted beneath his robes, feathers brushing against the fabric as he made himself comfortable beside you.

You hesitated, but the weight of his gaze—and your own fatigue—won out. Sinking onto the blanket, you sighed, your muscles finally relaxing.

Telamon’s small winged ears twitched again, and for a moment, he looked more owl than god. “See? It’s not so hard to rest.”

“I’m not used to it,” you admitted, pulling your knees to your chest. “There’s always something that needs to be done.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm. “And yet, here you are. Alive. Functioning. Despite it all.” His tone softened as he added, “You’re stronger than you realize.”

Your heart ached at the unexpected kindness in his words. 

You watched him for a moment, his golden eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the grove around you.

Telamon rarely showed this side of himself—a quieter, softer presence. It was disarming, and yet, comforting all the same.

“Do you ever rest?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Telamon chuckled, a low sound that resonated in the stillness. “I’m a god, remember? Rest comes differently for us. But even gods need a reprieve now and then.” 

He leaned back, letting his wings shift beneath his robes, a few feathers escaping to catch the faint breeze. “Mortals like you remind us of that.”

You smiled faintly, leaning against him. “So you’re saying I’m helping you, too?”

“Perhaps,” he replied, his tone teasing. Then, more seriously, “You’re a curious thing. Stubborn, driven, but… fragile. It’s admirable and maddening all at once.”

The admission surprised you. Telamon wasn’t one to express his thoughts so openly, and you found yourself touched by his words. 

The fatigue that had weighed so heavily on you felt lighter now, as though his presence had absorbed some of it.

The minutes stretched into hours as the two of you sat together in silence, the grove’s calming ambiance lulling your overworked mind into a rare state of peace.

Telamon was known for his sharp tongue and aloof demeanor, but moments like this revealed the depth of his character—a god who cared, even if he rarely showed it.

“Thank you,” you murmured, leaning slightly against him. His feathers were softer than you expected, and his presence radiated a quiet strength that eased the tension in your chest.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, but the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

For the first time in days, you felt truly at peace. And as the stars began to dot the sky, Telamon stayed by your side, a silent guardian ensuring you found the rest you so desperately needed.

[mikkies]

「 I'M A MESS, I'M A LOSER, I'M A HATER, I'M A USER, I'M A MESS FOR YOUR LOVE, IT AIN'T NEW. 」

007n7 x GN! Reader

warnings: none I think

notes: wow I didn't think n7 is THAT loved by y'all since this is like the 6th time I've done a n7 request I think and I still have more in my inbox

THE FOREST WAS quieter than usual tonight, its silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The cabins behind you buzzed with low conversation and the faint clink of dishes, but the edge of the camp was desolate.

That’s where you saw him.

007n7 sat slumped against a tree, his figure almost blending into the shadows. His burger hat sat crooked, his pink glasses reflecting the faint light of the moon. He didn’t move when you approached, seemingly lost in his own world.

You paused a few feet away, debating whether to leave him alone.

The others had warned you about him, their whispers tinged with disdain. But something about the way he sat—shoulders hunched, head down—made you take another step forward.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly, breaking the quiet.

His head jerked up, his eyes wide with surprise before narrowing slightly. “What do you want?”

You shrugged, sitting down beside him without waiting for an invitation. “Nothing, really. Just saw you out here.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Of course. The camp’s favorite newbie, checking on the camp’s least favorite loser. How thoughtful.”

You didn’t respond right away, letting the quiet settle between you.

“I don’t think you’re a loser,” you said finally.

He snorted. “That’s because you don’t know me.”

“Maybe,” you admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t sit here.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression guarded. “You don’t have to. Go back to your fans or whatever. I’ll be fine.”

You stretched your legs out in front of you, leaning back on your hands. “If you want me to leave, I will. But you seemed like you could use some company.”

He didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the ground.

Minutes passed in silence, the kind that would have felt awkward with anyone else. But here, it just… was.

Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not a good person.”

You turned your head slightly, watching him.

“I’ve done things,” he continued, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “Things I can’t take back. And no one lets me forget it.” His voice cracked, and he quickly cleared his throat. “I don’t blame them. I wouldn’t forgive me either.”

You didn’t say anything, unsure of what he wanted to hear.

“I thought… maybe I could make it right,” he muttered, his fingers curling into fists. “But I just keep screwing it up. Every time.”

There was no grand response you could offer, no magic words to fix what he was feeling. So you did the only thing you could: you stayed.

After a while, he glanced at you again, his brows furrowed. “Why are you still here?”

You shrugged. “Seemed like you needed someone.”

He let out a shaky breath, the corners of his lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile but wasn’t quite a frown either.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

You didn’t say anything, just offering a small nod.

And for the first time in a long while, 007n7 didn’t feel completely invisible.

The silence returned, but it was different this time—less heavy, less suffocating. 007n7 shifted slightly, leaning back against the tree and letting out a long sigh.

“I used to have someone,” he said after a while, his voice softer now. “A kid. My son.”

You didn’t react outwardly, not wanting to interrupt. Instead, you kept your gaze on the horizon, letting him speak at his own pace.

“He was… everything,” 007n7 continued, his voice cracking slightly. “Smart, funny, way better than I ever deserved. He looked up to me, you know? Called me his hero.”

His hands fidgeted again, picking at a loose thread on his pants. “But I wasn’t one. I made mistakes. Big ones. And in the end, I couldn’t protect him. I failed.”

You felt a pang of sympathy in your chest but stayed silent, knowing this wasn’t the time to offer platitudes.

“I think about him every day,” he admitted. “Wondering if he’d even recognize me now. If he’d hate me like everyone else does.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “He probably would. And he’d be right to.”

Finally, you spoke, your voice low and even. “I don’t think he would.”

007n7 turned his head to look at you, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You don’t even know him.”

“No,” you agreed, meeting his gaze. “But I know how it feels to love someone enough that it breaks you when you can’t be there for them. And I don’t think someone who loved you like that would ever truly hate you.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he looked away, his shoulders sagging.

“Maybe,” he murmured.

The two of you sat in silence again, the cool night air wrapping around you both. After a while, you shifted slightly, pulling your knees to your chest.

“Do you ever… talk about him?” you asked hesitantly.

007n7 let out a short laugh, though it lacked any real humor. “Who would listen?”

“I would.”

He looked at you again, his eyes searching yours as though trying to find some hidden motive. When he found none, he gave a small, hesitant nod.

“His name was c00lkidd,” he began, his voice quiet but steady. “He was… a lot. Always laughing, always running around. Didn’t matter what was going on; he had this way of making everything feel… lighter.”

You tilted your head, watching him as he spoke.

“He didn’t need a reason to smile,” 007n7 continued, a small, wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It was like… just being alive was enough for him. Every little thing was an adventure, even the boring stuff. Especially the boring stuff.”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “I used to tell him he needed to slow down, but honestly? I think I needed him to keep going. He made the world seem a little less… heavy.”

His voice faltered slightly, the smile fading from his face. “I don’t know how he did it, but he always believed in me. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

You stayed quiet, letting him take his time.

“I failed him,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I let my mistakes catch up to us, and he paid the price.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, but you didn’t move or speak, giving him the space he needed. After a long pause, he glanced at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sorrow.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that,” he admitted.

You looked at him for a moment, considering your words carefully. “I don’t think he’d want you to carry that,” you said gently.

007n7’s brow furrowed, his gaze dropping to the ground. “Maybe not,” he murmured. “But I don’t know how to let it go.”

You leaned back, letting your gaze drift to the treetops. The faint rustle of leaves filled the silence. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now,” you said finally. “Sometimes, it’s enough just to keep going.”

He looked at you again, his expression unreadable. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Talking to me. Listening. Everyone else avoids me like the plague.”

You shrugged, offering him a small smile. “Maybe I don’t think you’re as bad as you think you are.”

His lips twitched into something that might have been the beginnings of a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re either brave or stupid.”

“Maybe both,” you replied lightly, earning a soft chuckle from him.

The two of you sat in silence for a while longer, the forest wrapping around you like a cocoon. Eventually, 007n7 pushed himself to his feet, brushing off his pants.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, looking down at you.

“For what?”

“For not running away,” he said, echoing his earlier sentiment.

You smiled up at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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「 I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I COULD CRY. 」

Taph x GN! Reader

Warnings: none!

Note: I was just watching tiktok then saw this one video of Taph giving people he cares about his feather or something like that. I got so many ideas so I wanted to write it down.

THE SOFT GLOW of a lantern filled the room, its golden light flickering gently over the worn wood and stone walls. The bed creaked slightly as Taph shifted, his robed figure perched cross-legged near the edge. His smaller ear-wings fluttered now and then, catching faint drafts in the still air. His larger wings, usually hidden beneath his robes, peeked out slightly tonight, the golden-tipped feathers ruffled from a long day.

You sat behind him, hands delicately working through his feathers. Preening his wings had become a quiet ritual between you two—a moment of peace after whatever chaos the round had brought. Taph wasn’t great at keeping his feathers tidy; his pigeon-like tendency to hop into places he didn’t belong and his subspace trip mines often left them dusty, painted pink, bent, or even slightly frayed.

“You’re impossible sometimes, you know that?” you teased as you gently straightened a stubborn feather.

Taph turned his hooded head just enough to look at you—or at least you thought he was looking. His hood’s shadow concealed his face, but the tilt of his head was unmistakably playful. His smaller wings flitted briefly, like a bird puffing up in mock indignation.

"🫵🙄❓" (Me? Impossible?)

“Yes, you,” you said with a chuckle, smoothing the feather back into place. “You run around like you own the place, dive into things you shouldn’t, and somehow still expect me to clean this mess up afterward.”

Taph let out a low hum that sounded suspiciously like a coo, leaning forward just enough to make his point. "😇🕊️" (I’m innocent!)

You laughed, shaking your head. “Sure you are.”

Despite his antics, he was unusually still as you worked, the weight of his wings relaxing into your hands. You reached a cluster of feathers near the base of his wing that was particularly knotted. His shoulders tensed at the gentle tug, and his ear-wings gave a quick flutter of surprise.

“Sorry, sorry,” you murmured. “Almost got it.”

Taph hummed again, this time softer, like an apology wrapped in a sound. He leaned his head forward, giving you better access to the trouble spot. His trust made you smile, and you worked carefully, smoothing out each feather until they glowed faintly in the lantern light.

After a while, you felt him fidgeting. His hands disappeared into his robes, and you paused, curious about what he was doing. “Taph?”

He didn’t respond immediately, instead pulling something from the folds of his robes. When he finally turned toward you, he was holding a single feather—small, with a radiant golden tip.

Before you could ask, Taph leaned closer, the motion deliberate but shy. His hooded face tilted, and with careful fingers, he tucked the feather behind your ear.

You blinked, startled by the gesture. His gloved hand brushed your cheek as he adjusted it, making sure it wouldn’t fall. Then he pulled back, his ear-wings fluttering rapidly, almost nervously.

"🫵🪶✨" (For you.)

“Oh, Taph...” you whispered, reaching up to touch the feather. It was soft and warm, and it carried the faintest glow, like it held a piece of him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shook his head quickly, his wings flapping in little bursts as if to say, "Don’t argue with me."

"🙅🫵❤️" (I wanted to.)

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Taph nodded, his movements slower now, more at ease. He turned back around, folding his hands in his lap as you resumed preening his wings. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft rustle of feathers and the occasional coo-like hum from him.

After a while, you couldn’t help but tease him. “You know, this feather is nice, but it doesn’t exactly make up for the trouble you got us into earlier.”

Taph’s ear-wings flapped indignantly, and he twisted slightly to face you again. "😠🕊️➡️😌" (Hey! I’m innocent.)

“Innocent, huh? Is that what you call sneaking into the kitchen and stealing pizza crusts?”

He froze, his whole body stiffening like a child caught red-handed. Then, slowly, he reached up and scratched the back of his hood. "😅➡️🙊" (Oops... Can we not talk about that?)

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

At that, Taph puffed up his chest proudly, his smaller wings fluttering in triumph. He twisted his head in a full circle, mimicking the dramatic flair of a preening bird.

"🫵😊❤️➡️👑" (You’re the best. My favorite person.)

You smiled, leaning forward to rest your chin lightly on his shoulder. “And you’re my favorite birdbrain.”

Taph let out another cooing hum, and you swore you saw his hood dip slightly, as though he was hiding a smile.

The lantern’s light flickered softly, casting the room in a warm, golden glow. For a while, there was nothing but quiet companionship as you finished tending to his wings. Moments like this reminded you why you cared for him so deeply—beneath the silliness and the antics, Taph had a heart as golden as the feather he gave.

Might've been OOC, but it's okay I guess hope you enjoy though. 🤷‍♀️