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spacemammal · 2 months ago

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How About Breakfast In Bed?

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Part 2: Bruce Wayne?

It was a dream. He’d never released the ghosts or revealed his identity. When Superman said he would catch Phantom, Danny had just sat there. Empty. When he realized the crowd and the Justice League were gone and he was standing there alone, he’d just gone home. It had been a month since then. Phantom retired after their declaration. He didn’t want to deal with them on top of everything else. So he gave up.

The Justice League had been gone for a long time. It was over. So why was he still dreaming about it? He continued to lay in bed even though he was awake. Even with his ghost hunting days over, he was still empty. He was still so tired. He dreaded the day ahead, he just wanted to stay here. He didn’t want to leave the comfort of his pillows. They were so warm. They almost made him feel a little better. Maybe he could close his eyes and pretend he was in Batman's warm embrace like he’d been in the dream.

“DANNY!” his mom broke him from his delusions when she called him downstairs. He didn’t want to get up, but what choice did he have? He had to leave the warm embrace of his bed for the cold and cruel air awaiting him. He got ready for the day again. This time, he didn’t bother with picking an outfit or anything. He just shoved on his binder and went in what he slept in.

He didn’t bother getting breakfast either. He just left his room and headed straight out the door to go to school. He hated school even when he didn’t have to fight ghosts in the middle of it. The teachers were still mean, he was still getting bullied, he still had no friends, and his grades were still shit. The classes were so boring. The teachers just yapping on and on about things he didn’t care at all about.

“Mr. Fenton!” Mr. Lancer's yell pulled him from his sleep. When had he fallen asleep?

“Mr. Fenton, it’s not nap time. You’re 17 for god’s sake. Pull yourself together! Your junior year is the most important year of highschool. Pay attention.” As Lancer finished yelling at him, he heard snickering from behind him. It was Dash. The hypocrite. He knew Dash had never paid attention in class a day in his life. Oh well. He didn’t have the energy to call him out.

The rest of the class was torture. He just couldn’t get himself to absorb any of what Mr. Lancer was saying. Something about a rich guy’s party? A girl named Daisy? He rested his head on his desk. It was cold and he was looking at the messy ground. He hated being there. Sleep was dancing at the edges of his brain and core again when the bell snapped him back to reality.

He was the last to get up, and starting to leave when Mr. Lancer called after him, “the counselor would like to see you.” Right. They’d gotten a counselor after that ghost had posed as one.

“Sure.” Danny knew why the counselor wanted to see him. He knew how the discussion would go.

“You wanted to see me?” Danny feigned ignorance to the topic of the conversation even though it was obvious what this meeting was about. His grades were shit because he wasn’t doing any class work.

“Yes. Come on in, sit down please.” Her voice was warm and gentle, which suprised him. He’d thought that she would be harsh and give him a lecture about how he’s slacking and needs to get his grades up.

“I’m Ms. Perry.” She gestured for him to sit. He hadn’t realized his feet were still firmly planted in the doorway.

As he took a seat, he began to examine her office. The room was homey. It smelled like the ground after rain and the lights weren’t harsh. The chairs were plush with a soft floral pattern on them.

“So, Danny, how have you been feeling lately?” her question sounded far too genuine to be simple small talk, but it didn’t feel like she was pushing for the information. She wasn’t the mean, aged teacher he’d thought would be hired. She was young, probably fresh out of college, and her face showed authentic kindness.

“Oh! I almost forgot, do you want any snacks? I have a ton to choose from.” She pulled out a bin of snacks from under her desk. There were so many, and… he wanted some. When had he gotten so hungry?

“Sure,” he hesitated, he didn’t even know what he wanted.

“Can I have.. uhh… juice?”

“Of course.” She gave a small, light hearted laugh with the reply, and handed him a capri-sun.

He left the meeting with the counselor a little confused as he left her office. What had just happened? She had asked him about his home life and hobbies and basically everything but school. He hadn’t had a real conversation like that in a really long time.

It didn’t really matter though. It’s not like his life would get better. His hope for that died when he realized quitting as Phantom didn’t do anything but let him stop fighting ghosts.

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“Alright, thank you.” Maddie said as she hung up the phone.

“Jack dear!” she called out to her husband, who was working on a ghost-hunting invention.

“Apparently Danny isn’t doing very well right now. The counselor suggested we do something.”

“Then what should we do?” Jack hollered from behind the machine, not bothering to look up.

Maddie thought about it.

“I don’t know.” She really hadn’t the slightest idea what to do.

“I wonder if a change of scenery would do him good?” he had put down his tools and was peeking past the machine.

“He can’t go to Alecia’s.” she considered, “He hates it down in Arkansas.”

They both thought about it for another moment.

“I do have a cousin. I could see if he can take in Danny for a while?” Jack offered.

“That sounds nice!” With that the conversation was finished and they continued to focus on what really mattered. Their ghost tech!

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Danny went straight up to his room after school like he’d been doing every day since he retired. He went straight for his bed and let himself sink into it. He could finally breathe. Sometimes it felt like he was suffocating when he was at school or with his parents. It was finally the weekend though. He didn’t have to get out of bed for a while. He just stared at the ceiling. He’d put up those tacky glow in the dark star stickers on there when he was 10. A lot’s changed since then. He didn’t really have the time or energy to study the night sky like he did before the accident. He really missed it though. If only he could turn back time and-

There was a knock on the door.

“Danny?” It was his mom. He pulled his blanket over himself and rolled over, pretending to be asleep. They came in anyway.

“Daniel, we have to talk to you.” his dad nudged his shoulder. The same shoulder he’d shot at just a month before. He hated it when they called him Daniel.

“I don't want to get out of bed.” He wanted them to go away.

“That’s alright sweetheart. We can talk to you from here.” His mom didn’t take the hint and started talking anyway. He didn’t really listen to what she’s saying, but caught some of the words and phrases.

“Blah blah blah, call from the school, blah blah blah, bad grades, blah blah blah, cousin, blah blah blah, Bruce Wayne.”

He stops them at that last bit. “Wait, Bruce Wayne?" That seemed super off topic, even for his parents.

“You need to listen better. Bruce Wayne is your father’s cousin.”

WHAT?! Bruce Wayne? How was that even possible? Danny was trying to wrap his head around this, but failing. This didn’t make any sense. How was Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, related to his dad, the crazy scientist of Amity Park?

“You’ll be staying with him for a little while. We think it will be good for you. Ok?”

Oh.

They were pawning him off on someone else so they didn’t have to deal with him. That made a ton more sense.

“Alright then.” he felt the words leave his mouth.

“We’ve arranged for you to leave in a week.”

Wow. They really wanted him gone.

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It was really a strange request.

Bruce’s cousin had gotten in touch with him after all these years. It was strange for multiple reasons. He had only met this relative once when they were small children and he wasn’t asking for money, or fame, or any of the things one would think. He was only asking for Bruce to take care of his son for a few months. The reason they cited was that he was struggling with his grades. Why would the man trust his son to a cousin he hardly knew?

A normal request to Bruce was for lots of money. A normal request was to leave your child with someone you actually knew and trusted.

The bizarre nature of the favor drew his curiosity so , naturally, he did a full Batman-style background check on the entire family.

It would seem that the couple were scientists specializing in ghost-based study. They were considered irresponsible and conspiracy theorists in their town even after the existence of ghosts was confirmed. They developed anti-ghost weapons and Maddie Fenton had a background in martial arts, but that was about the extent of their ‘battle prowess’ if you could call it that. They had 2 children. Jasmine Fenton, a college student studying psychology, and Daniel Fenton. When he pulled up the kid’s photo, Bruce recognised him as the teenager he’d noticed in the crowd. Something about that day still didn’t feel right to him. He’d made sure to give Clark a lecture after what he had said. He was trying to make people feel at ease, but he could’ve done that while dodging the question instead of speaking on a case that wasn’t closed.

Bruce was interested in knowing what Daniel was doing with Phantom’s thermos. As well as why he was so injured. Though he now had a suspicion it might be neglect or even abuse. The way his parents were so dismissive of him didn’t exactly inspire confidence.

Having the boy stay with him could give him more insight into the situation.

“Alfred?”

“What is it, Master Bruce?”

“Could you prepare a guest room by next week?”

“Yes, but might I ask why, sir?” Alfred’s face showed clear suspicion.

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he knew he would get an earful from his children for this.

“We’ll be housing my cousin’s child for a time.”

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Danny didn’t like change very much, and this was all happening so fast. Before he knew it the week was over. At first he had packed to last around 2 weeks, but his parents told him that he’d be staying for the rest of the last month of school and all of summer. So he decided to pack not just essentials but also other things that he just liked. He grabbed his astronomy books, his bass, his notebooks, along with a few other things to keep his mind occupied. He wished that he could pack his bed, but he settled for his blanket and most comfortable pillow. He also made sure to pack his extra binder, first aid kit, and other ‘in case of emergency’ things. This included the Fenton Thermos. He really didn’t want to leave it, but he decided he would need it if it came down to it. All of his things were packed, and he was scheduled to leave in an hour. His room was left without much in it. There wasn’t much in the first place, but it looked even more empty. Especially since his mom made him clean his room earlier in the week in preparation for him leaving.

He looked over at his bed where a stuffed bear was sitting. Tucker had given it to him when he turned 16. They hadn’t been friends anymore when he’d turned 17. He missed seeing them. He missed being their friend. It dawned on him that he wouldn’t get to see them in the hallways of school anymore. Why was he even upset about going? Nobody liked him in this town even if he wasn’t Phantom. It wasn’t like he was leaving any friends or big relationships behind. The only person he was on good terms with was Jazz, and she’d moved away for college.

“Daniel, let’s get going.” his dad came into the room without knocking. “You wouldn’t want to miss your flight.”

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The flight was not the best. He’d been sat in a middle seat next to an asshole who decided to hog up his armrest and invade his personal space. It also didn’t help that Danny hated flying in planes. He could already fly by himself and it made him super uneasy when he wasn’t in control. It made him super airsick.

Luckily he was out of the plane now, so he didn’t have to deal with it anymore. Now he had to figure out how to get to his next location. Mom and dad had said something about someone picking him up, but they were super vague about it. He was just standing in the pick-up zone at the airport, stranded.

“Daniel Wayne?” He was put off by the use of his full name but still turned to face the man who’d said it.

“Yeah, I prefer Danny though.” He tried to keep his tone light but could tell that he still sounded uncomfortable.

“Ah. I will make note of that.” The man was older, maybe in his 60’s, and he was dressed way too fancy for a Saturday afternoon. “I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne’s butler. I will be escorting you to the manor. Please follow me to the car.”

“Thank you.” Danny tried to make his tone as polite as possible. He didn’t really know rich people etiquette, but he could do his best to not be rude. Alfred led him to a really fancy black car and opened the door for him (which he’d made sure to thank the man for). He said the drive to the house would be around 30 minutes. Luckily he didn’t try to start up any conversations after that. Danny really didn’t want to talk right now. He just had to survive this car ride.

That’s right. He just had to bide his time until he got to the house, then he could go up to his new room and avoid people again. Go back to laying in bed.

He wanted to be in bed so badly. He didn’t want to meet the Waynes. He didn’t want to leave home. He just wanted to stay in his bed forever. That way he could avoid ghosts, and his problems, and people, and life in general.

He stared out the window, in an attempt to get out of his head. They passed run down warehouses, shady businesses, and apartment buildings that definitely weren’t to code. Slowly the architecture got more stable and clean until they were passing huge gothic style buildings that looked incredibly expensive to maintain. Eventually, the buildings stopped appearing, and nature took it’s place. Not so long after that happened, they reached the overly extravagant gates of the Wayne’s Mansion.

He hadn’t realized just how big their house was until he stood in front of it. He didn’t even want to be here. Why couldn’t Bruce Wayne have picked any other kid to be his charity case of the year?

“Master Bruce isn’t home right now, but his children are here so they will be greeting you in his stead.” Alfred already had his hand on the doorknob, ready to open it.

“Alright” At least he wouldn’t have to deal with meeting Bruce Wayne right now.

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Thank you for reading! I haven't started working on the next chapter yet, but I'll get it out as soon as I can! :)

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aventurineswife · 10 days ago

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“Failure Is a Stepping Stone”

Summary: In the quiet hours before a major exam, you’re overwhelmed by period pain and the dread of being unprepared. Anaxagoras — the eccentric, infamous scholar — finds you in your distress. With his unique mix of irreverent wit and unspoken warmth, he comforts you through the night, easing your pain, grounding your panic, and reminding you that even chaos can be a stepping stone to brilliance.

Tags: Anaxagoras x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Period Comfort, Academic Stress, Soft Anaxa, Reader-in-Distress, Eccentric Mentor, Established Relationship or Developing Bond, Protective Anaxagoras, Late-Night Vulnerability, One-Bed Trope (Gentle), Pretty much Self-indulgent.

Warnings: Mentions of Period Cramps/Pain, Academic Anxiety/Stress, Emotional Distress, Brief Mention of Nausea and Insomnia, Soft Angst, Anaxagoras Being Incredibly Tender (Emotional Damage Warning If You're Not Braced for It).

A/N: I kissed the brick this time. ☺️💖🫶

It was past midnight. The moon hung like a pale coin in the black velvet sky, half-shadowed — much like how you felt.

The Grove’s once-lively corridors were still, only the distant hum of magical wards and an occasional echo of an owl punctuating the silence. Everyone else had long buried themselves in their tomes, or fallen asleep atop them.

You, however, sat curled up at the foot of your bed, cradling a heat pack to your stomach, eyes bleary and red. The textbooks lay open around you like a battlefield, pages dog-eared, highlighted, and forgotten.

Your abdomen throbbed with an unforgiving ache, like molten weights swirling inside you. And the panic—

It crept up your spine like a parasite.

Exams. Tomorrow. You're not ready. You're failing.

You pressed your forehead against the cold bedpost.

A knock echoed on your door.

You didn’t respond, hoping the night would swallow you whole instead.

The door creaked open anyway. A familiar voice, laced with exaggerated flourish and an undertone of sincere concern, followed:

“Am I interrupting a ritual of self-destruction, or is this the ‘mourning of motivation’ I’ve read so much about in your kind’s textbooks?”

You groaned. “Anaxa... not now.”

“Oh, perfect. You can still speak. That means the gods haven’t claimed you yet,” he quipped, stepping inside, a glint of mischief in his eye. But then, when he took in the state of your curled posture and tear-streaked cheeks, the humor slipped from his face.

He sat beside you wordlessly, not asking for permission. For someone accused of so much blasphemy, Anaxa knew the sanctity of silence.

“…Cramps?” he asked softly after a while.

You nodded.

“And exams,” you whispered. “I’m… I’m so screwed. I didn’t study half the material. My brain’s mush. Everything hurts. I can’t—”

You didn’t realize you were trembling until his gloved hand took yours, grounding it.

"Shh. Take a breath." His thumb stroked over your knuckles in deliberate, slow circles. “Pain warps the mind, compresses time. Right now, it’s telling you you’re doomed. But that’s a lie, and you know it.”

You shook your head miserably. “I feel doomed.”

“I’m not dismissing the feeling,” he said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are hurting. That’s real. But I would not allow any student of mine to be truly doomed — especially not you.”

You looked up at him, eyes glistening. “Anaxa…”

He gave you a soft smirk, but his eye was painfully tender. “Have I ever told you what I did the night before my Divinitas Trials?”

“…Failed spectacularly?”

“Absolutely not. I threw up on my notes, accused my invigilator of divine fraud, and passed with the second-highest score in the cohort.” He tilted his head. “Chaos is the seed of innovation.”

You huffed, a weak laugh spilling out despite yourself. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet I’m here,” he murmured. “Lie back.”

He helped you onto the bed gently, pulling a pillow under your knees, fetching your heat pack and placing it just right. Then, surprisingly, he took off his jacket and draped it over your blanket, as if adding an extra layer could shield you from the weight of the world.

“…Stay?” you asked softly, almost afraid.

His reply was immediate. “Until the stars forget how to shine.”

He sat cross-legged beside you, muttering small comforts as he summoned a soft, golden projection of your textbook pages into the air, slowly flipping through them. The way he read aloud — softly, dramatically, emphasizing the ridiculous and the relevant — made even dry theory feel like myth and magic.

You watched him between bouts of pain, something deep in your chest loosening. You still felt terrible — but you no longer felt alone.

At some point, your eyes fluttered shut. You weren’t sure when.

But long after you drifted off, Anaxa remained. A pale flame flickered in his visible eye as he looked at you — not with pity, but with reverence.

He whispered, not to wake you, but as a promise to himself.

"Even if the world tries to crush you under divine law and temporal torment, I’ll be here — until you’re ready to set it ablaze."

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