Its Past Their Bedtime

(12/31/24) — dc masterlist

ft. platonic/romantic! yandere characters x gn! reader

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- this is a yandere-centric blog which focuses primarily on soft yanderes. i write nsfw, platonic yandere, angst tropes, and occasionally dark fics. these are all self-indulgent, so i'd rather no criticism nor hate as all my fanfics published are free to read. english is not my first language.

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✮ — SERIES' MASTERLIST ! ; #series:(series name)

01. — again &. again

(platonic! yandere batfam x gn! neglected reader x romantic! yandere conner kent)

02. — brutus

(again &. again villain au! inspired by arcane) (under construction)

03. — a loving family, an unpalatable desire

(romantic! yan bruce wayne w/ platonic yan! batfam x gn! spouse reader x romantic! yan clark kent w/ platonic yan! superfam)

04. — like him

(platonic! yan al-ghuls x gn! reader x platonic! yan batfam) (uc/discontinued; to be rewritten)

✮ — ONESHOTS, DRABBLES, &. ASKS !

01. — platonic! yan batfam x gn! chronically ill reader

02. — romantic! yan jason

03. — lovefool ; the cardigans ; (yandere! dc characters x gn! reader) ; #series: lovefool

01. — main fic.

02. — socialite! reader.

04. — to you, my greatest passion ; (platonic! yan batfam x gn! traumatized reader)

01. — main fic.

02. — family in every universe.

03. — willing victim trope.

05. — planned fanfics for the future

01. — main link.

02. — poll one.

03. — poll two.

06. — operation dominion ; (yandere! dc characters x gn! isekai'd reader)

01. — concept.

07. — no pain, no gain, right?

01. — main fic.

02. — more concept ideas.

The Metamorphosis Effect

Y/n twisted and turned in her bed, her body writhing as the cold sharpened to a painful, icy sting with each passing second. Sweat poured from her skin despite the chill, slicking her sheets as if she were burning alive. Her head throbbed, each heartbeat pounding against her skull like a hammer, eyes aching with every pulsation. The silence grew deafening, every sound amplified and sharpened to knives.

Crickets outside screamed in her ears. The wind’s howling against the trees became furious roars. Bruce’s typing from distant rooms echoed like gunfire. Snores, groans, whispers, faint cries—she heard them all at once, a maddening cacophony rattling inside her head. Even her own pulse sounded like a drumbeat, relentless and agonizing.

When she finally forced her eyes open, darkness swallowed her. The walls—gone. Her trophies—gone. Her vanity—gone. Even the bed she had been writhing upon was now nothing but absence. She blinked rapidly, pinching her arm only to feel nothing. The chill? Gone. The sweat clinging to her skin? Numb. Even the touch of her fingers rubbing against each other felt distant, like someone else’s hands. It was as if her senses were malfunctioning, betraying her.

Ahead, blinding light pierced through the dark. It swelled, consuming everything until only it remained, brilliant and searing. The sounds of the house faded into oblivion, replaced by the haunting strains of Swan Lake playing from somewhere unseen. As her vision adjusted, she looked down at herself.

She was clad in a pristine white leotard, tights, a pancake tutu, and pointe shoes—costume-perfect, the White Swan. Her breath hitched. Then, from the shadows, a tall figure approached, its presence overwhelming and impossible to ignore.

Before Y/n even understood what was happening, she was dancing. Her body twisted and leapt, propelled by some unseen force that refused her control. Each leap sent shocks of pain through her legs. Each turn grated her feet against the ground until they throbbed. Every backbend threatened to shatter her spine. Her limbs moved without mercy, stretching, breaking. Her ribs ached with each forced arch, her muscles straining beyond their limits.

The black figure shoved her chest back, forcing her to contort, her spine cracking as she bent beyond natural limits. Tears slipped down her face as she faced an empty audience, her back so close to snapping that agony became her only sensation. She closed her eyes, praying for the torment to end.

But when she opened them, her family was in the audience, watching her with cold, disapproving eyes. Their expressions twisted in contempt. They weren’t proud. They weren’t even disappointed. They were disgusted. And still, her body moved, again and again. Bones splintered, muscles tore. The black figure wrenched her leg high above her head, forcing her into a pose that shattered her own bones. Y/n couldn’t scream. She could only cry.

A TV lay on the ground, static crackling and hissing. Drawn to it, Y/n knelt and touched the screen. The static ceased, replaced by a pair of lips painted in deep Russian Red lipstick, grinning with a gleaming, unnatural smile. They spoke in Japanese, their voice lilting and unnatural.

The audience vanished. The scenery twisted and melted until she was standing in her favorite spot—the abandoned subway. But it was changed, overgrown with flowers and swarming with butterflies. The air was thick with the scent of petals, sweet and suffocating.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

“Y/n. You made it. The metamorphosis is nearly complete. But before you leave, there are things you must understand. You were infected by the Butterfly’s venom yesterday. Now you are undergoing a painful transformation.

“Yet pain is not without purpose. The transformation grants resilience, like the flowers that thrive here. It grants strength, like the Sydney funnel-web spider. It grants beauty, as you emerge from your chrysalis, a butterfly reborn. It grants power—power over nature, over life. Power to save the world... or to destroy it. You will decide what becomes of you once your transformation is complete.”

The lips curled into a cruel smile. Y/n felt terror coil in her gut, the voice lingering in her mind like a dark seed.

A loud ding echoed, the subway’s ancient speaker crackling to life. “You have reached your destination.” The TV returned to blaring static as the ground beneath her feet rumbled.

The floor split open, and Y/n plummeted. She tumbled through the air, skyscrapers and buildings flashing by as she fell. The wind tore at her, her stomach lurching as if she were being ripped apart. The woman’s words rattled through her mind. Was she really changing? Was this just a nightmare?

Y/n jolted awake, tangled in her blankets, the sunlight clawing through her curtains. Her trophies glimmered from their shelves, her vanity mirror intact, her door shut just as she had left it.

Darkness took her before she could find an answer.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

Breakfast was a blur. She moved mechanically, her senses dull. Tim and Damian avoided her with narrowed eyes. The rest of the family ate in uneasy silence. Bruce shot her a glance now and then, awkward and suspicious, his guilt still thick from their last argument.

“What the heck just happened?” Y/n whispered, her hand pressed to her chest, feeling her heart thundering beneath her ribs. The thumping was violent, rapid, unnatural.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

“You look like hell. Bad dream?” Bruce muttered, his gaze fixed somewhere past her shoulder.

Y/n didn’t respond. Her eyes flicked to him, her stare glassy and distant.

“What day is it?” she asked, her voice raw and strained.

“It’s Saturday,” Barbara answered gently, her eyes swimming with concern.

“Actually, that’s a good thing. You should go to a salon and get your makeup done. You need it... badly.” Stephanie chimed in, her attempt at humor falling flat.

Y/n sighed, her gaze dropping to her untouched food.

Then, a sharp ringing echoed through her ears. The doorbell.

“Ugh, someone’s at the door,” she groaned, clutching her temples.

The family glanced at her, confused.

“No one knocked or rang—” Tim started, only to be cut off by the sudden chime of the doorbell.

“I’ll, uh, get it.” Alfred’s confusion mirrored everyone’s.

“Master Tim, your friend is here.” Alfred announced as Conner stood behind him, awkward and hesitant, offering a half-hearted wave.

Tim rose to greet Conner, his eyes darting back to Y/n with uncertainty. “Let’s go to my room. I gotta show you my latest invention.”

They left the kitchen, but the air remained thick. Barbara and Bruce exchanged uneasy glances, whispers traded like secrets. How had Y/n known someone was at the door before the doorbell even rang?

Y/n retreated to her room, her head aching, senses frayed. Whatever was happening to her, it was only getting worse.

She would soon find out.

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𝕯𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 19:

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ( 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ( 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? ( 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐇𝐂'𝐬 ( 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐅 𝐭𝐨 𝐌 )

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐬 ( 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ( 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 ( 𝐩𝐫𝐞- 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘:

𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐠 ( 𝐉𝐃 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ) 

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐉𝐃 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐉𝐃 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒:

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐦

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖞𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆:

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 )

𝕯𝕮:

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫:

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐝

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞

You got any jiuyuan fics to recommend? 👀 I haven’t been in that tag in a while but I got this strong urge to go back and completely devour everything

Btw your art is lovely ❤️

Aww thank you 🥰 As for fics, in no particular order:

The Tiger of Hu (and it’s companion POV) - @ruensroad

has to go at the top of the list despite what I just said XD

The Upstart King and his Golden Concubine - @ilthit

Press A to romance the Scum Villain - @bamboospirit

Lonely Boy - xnemone

Falling for a Villain - princeless

the places where others gave you scars - Blue_tea06, Chesra, SteamingOwl

whither and bloom - tskmo

another of my top five, in the middle of updating tho

It was for the books - EssenceOfAnnoyance

Across the Stars - also ruensroad

It says it’s incomplete but it has such a satisfying ending

Dear Future Husband, rough draft - embercookie 

Three Wishes - Kasasagi

also unfinished but a great reverse transmigration

Severus getting a prep cook job in Cokeworth one summer and picking up solid mf knife skills. Like those culinary school chopping videos. Just fast asf precise knife work and handling.

He gets back to Hogwarts and it’s just business as usual until he’s DEAD tired one day and is prepping ingredients in Slughorn’s class. He gets to something that needs to be sliced uniformly and is similar in shape/size to food he prepped at the restaurant and muscle memory just kicks into overdrive.

The whole classroom freezes and looks at him because idk if y’all know this but that shit is LOUD compared to hesitant knife work. It smacks the cutting board and has a way different rhythm than normal kitchen noise.

Yeah it’s a skill no one has encountered unless they have been back of house at a restaurant.

Severus is too exhausted to process that anyone is paying attention to him so he just keeps going. Ingredients? Prepped? Potion? Brewed with gusto, like he was born to do it. His brain isn’t online so he’s acting like it’s a dream and adds in some flourish and flair, a trick to catch a knife, a fancy stir to help aerate the brew, a crazy amount of multitasking just because he can.

Jaw dropping behavior.

Slughorn doesn’t know how to react honestly, and is spared needing to praise him considering Severus is half awake when he hands his potion to his head of house.

You are not Special- DC X DP Prompt

Interdimensional God-like beings are not known for their patience, however it looked like they had gotten lucky.

This being that had been summoned against its will to their universe was actually quite calm. They sat back on a makeshift throne made by the cultists that had brought them here. Its body was the form of a young man draped in silk. He paid little mind to the cult bowing and scraping at his feet as he absentmindedly examined his nails for anything under them. They were as pristine as his marble-like form.

"You know cults get a bad reputation in these modern times." He said not looking up at the heroes who had invaded his sanctuary intent on sealing him away. "Not without cause of course. But not every cult is evil. As oxymoronic as that sounds. But it used to mean a group of people devoted to their god of choice, no different than any other religion except they lived solely to dedicate their lives to it. No tricks or schemes, just beliefs. None of that sacrifice or blood here though. I like cleanliness and a good batch of dessert for my alters."

"We aren't here to give your offerings." Batman said simply.

The teen stretched lazily and shrugged.

"You are free to just pray, take a rest, eat, or do whatever you want."

"You don't belong here. You must return to your own realm." Superman said fimly but cordially.

The cultists panicked as they looked between their god and the heroes. Some had disdain etched on their faces others had sadness.

"Don't belong? I do what I want. Who are you people to tell ME what to do? Do you own this planet? This universe?" The god challenged.

"We are the protectors of this planet. Surely you understand that we can't let you stay here using humans like servants." Superman retorted.

Constantine had a bad feeling about what came next as he got between everyone to speak.

"Sorry, forgive him. We don't want to offend. It's just that our universe has had enough beings like you causing issues in the past. We are a bit exhausted because every major event seems to hit our planet. We are a bit defensive."

The teens's lip curled.

"Do you think you are the only planet with such woes? How conceited. What you believe that your little planet is so special that it is the only one subject to the powers of beings you can't control? As we speak there a thousands of beings influencing this world that have a bigger effect than what I'm currently doing. Are you tired of being the playthings of the universe? Bah! The universe doesn't care one bit what goes on on this little planet over the billions of planets in this universe. You are no more special than a bit of algae on a frozen world." The teen sneered.

"But that doesn't change the fact that we would like one less threat to deal with," Batman said as Constantine tried to shut him up. "Even if you do not care about humans, we care what you can do to us."

"A good point but I never said I didn't care. I'm actually fond of humans but no more fond of them than any other lifeforms. There are billions of aliens in this universe alone. But not one is special because all life is special. Not one is better. But any damage I could possibly do to you could easily be done by the many unseen gods of this realm. These beings have built this world from those that actively created it, ignore it, and those that don't even realize it exists. Could you believe that your own creator doesn't know you are there? It's actually very common."

"You're dodging the question and talking in circles. We just want you to leave." Batman sighed irritably.

"You keep telling me to leave. I have just arrived but I've also always been here. Is this how you greet me?" The teen crossed his arms.

"Are you a god of this world?" Wonder Woman stepped forward this time. "You dress like that of a Roman god."

"Do you like it? I got it from Rome a few thousand years ago."

Well, he never failed to turn something into a compliment, that's for sure.

"But that's a complicated question. If you're asking if I made your universe then, no. If your asking if it exists because of me then, yes. It exists because I do. It's my nature. So I'm not a god. I'm a law of nature." The boy leaned back and kicked his feet childishly.

"You look like a kid." Clark blurted.

"Well... you're right. But you didn't have to point it out." He pouted.

"I mean, you just look...like a person. Not a force of nature." Clark quickly corrected.

"I look like what you can perceive me as. Can't ask a two-dimensional creature to understand three dimensions. Think of me as an anthropomorphic personification of a concept." The teen stood up finally and walked around his bowing worshippers.

"And what are you?" Batman said stiffly as the boy reached him.

"I am the Void. The absence of force or untethered space and infinite possibilities. A place of raw unprocessed energy. So if I exist then a tethered space with one string of possibilities exists. Think string theory." The boy laughed.

"Wait, I know what you are. You're an Ancient, an Endless. I thought I'd get a break from your lot after Morpheus." Constantine said.

The group turned to Constantine in surprise, not surprised that he knew what the kid was but that he had done this before.

"Look, kid. Your lot don't show themselves often. Especially not in front of so many people. You'd usually lay low among mortals." Constantine said suspicious of the young Endless. "Do the others know you are playing around?"

The teen presses his lips together. He glares like someone has ruined his game.

"Should I try summoning them and ask." Constantine smirked, he knew he found his in.

"You wouldn't." He frowned.

"I would." Constantine said "Unless you want to go home on your own."

The boy tried to protest but a portal opened on its own and a hand reached out grabbing the boy by the ear.

"What are you doing in the mortal realm this time?! I told you to focus on fixing the timelines not playing god like a child!" The voice boomed.

"But Clockwork-" The teen whined as he was dragged through the portal "I was just pulling a prank. I swear!"

The boy's voice was muffled and distant as he got to the other side. Then the prtal closed and it was over.

The room went silent.

"He was right. There is nothing special about any life form over another. But that also means he is no different than a human child and held to the same standards." Constantine said lighting a cigarette before leaving the ruins. "You can handle the rest right?"

The only logical option left.

Danny covered his nose with his hand. Where ever he landed smelled absolutely foul, like rotten fruit and burning tires mixed with chem lab.

"Remind me to bring a face mask the next time I explore the Infinite Realms." He muttered, before kicking a soda can down the alley he was in and being repulsed by the squelch sound it made when it came into contact with a very questionable looking puddle, "Better yet, a gas mask." He glanced at the puddle again, "Or I could go full Hazmat." Clockwork had told him this world was full of superheros and villians and to steer clear of it, but once he learned there were aliens in this world he couldn't help himself. Danny had always been weak to his curiosity, but he liked to believe he was cautious, and chose to stay in his Phantom for for added protection.

Turning on his heel he exited onto a deserted street lined on one side by a chain-link fence. The sky above him was filled with clouds so ominous and dark that Danny honestly couldn't tell you if it was night or day, all he knew was that it was going to rain soon and hopefully these awful smells would be drowned out by the downpour.

Danny got his wish only minutes later. Thankfully Phantom was unbothered by the cold and could just bask in the rain as it fell apon him. A lesser known fact about ghosts is that thier clothes are made from thier ectoplasm and are part of thier bodies, much like a second layer of skin, so one would be able to feel things on thier clothes as easily as they would with thier bare skin. The level of sensitivity varies with the type of clothing however. All this to say Danny loved the feeling of the rivulets of rainwater traveling down his ghostly hazmat suit.

He was so preoccupied with enjoying the sensation that he didn't notice anything was wrong until he was jolted forward from the weight of someone landing on his back. The person was quick and precise, taking no time at all to have his wrists pinned behind his back and- weirdly enough- thier teeth digging into the material around his neck.

His parents designed the Hazmat suit Danny was wearing not only to deal with dangerous chemicals, but to fight supernatural foes. The area around the neck was reinforced with the intention of protecting against fatal gunshots and decapitations so naturally someone's jaw wasn't going to be enough to break through to his neck.

Danny let out a laugh as the person kept chewing on his neck like a confused puppy. Oh, Danny thought, they've gone feral. It was odd for someone to go feral but it could occur when a person has gone through something traumatic recently or through extreme stress. It made sense since the person ridding piggy back on him was dressed like a superhero. Danny wondered if that was why the person didn't have a scent. Danny learns facepalmed when he remembered that scentblockers existed and not everyone's scent dramatically changed whenever they went out as a hero. The scent change was probably one of the few things that have kept him alive up to this point to be honest.

"So, I guess you're not going to tell me why you're chewing on my neck like the worlds most pathetic vampire, are you?" No one deserves that title more than the fruitloop to be honest. He made a mental not to use that one against Vlad the next time he saw him.

Chewy whined at this, seeming to slump a bit from the apparent failure to bite him. What was that about? Was this actually a vampire? How would a vampire even react to Dannys ecto-blood combo meal anyway? Would it be like food poisoning? Or would it taste amazing from one undead to another. "I'm not exactly human, are you sure you wanna bite me? I might not taste so good." Danny warned, but the moment he mentioned letting the person bite him they were eager again.

Danny chuckled and unzipped the material only a bit before it was loose enough to move out of the way. The vampires bite came with a sharp pain like he expected but there was no suction. No drinking of blood. Just some weirdo biting Danny on the neck. Huh.

Danny hoped he didn't get rabies from this.

He must have accidentally said that out loud as there was a small laugh from the rooftops above them. There stood another person in a superhero outfit with some really tall dude dressed as a giant bat, and that was when Danny decided to bail. It was one thing to let a maybe vampire bite you in a random street in the middle of the night but more of them? And ones a big scary furry? Hard pass.

Phantom did as Phantoms do and went invisible and intangible, escaping from Biteys jaws and startling the heros. He ignored the distressed whine Munchy let out after loosing their spookyest chew toy and quickly rubbed the scent gland near dannys jaw on the top of thier head as an act of comfort before bolting.

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Danny poked at the bite mark on his neck. Screw rabies, he better not get turned into a werewolf. He didn't need that on top of his ghostly crap. Sam seemed fascinated by the mark, after all, it wasn't every day that Danny got a scar, especially one so obvious. Most injuries heal quickly and leave no trace of him ever being injured in the first place which helped a lot in keeping his secret identity.

Luckily Danny hadn't needed to lie to mom and dad. He truthfully told them about some wierdo jumping off of a nearby rooftop and plunging thier teeth into his neck and that two other people had tried to corner him during this. He assured his mom that he had gotten away quickly but was a little shaken by it and his dad praised him for being brave and managing to escape.

That was nice. But he still had to figure out what was up with this bite...and why he felt so compelled to go back to that city.

Back to that hero.

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Aka an A/B/O au where in Danny's universe all the Alphas are extinct and the betas followed soon after and the DC universe all the Omegas went extinct and betas followed after . Not like a "they finally went extinct in the 1700s after centuries of thier numbers dwindling" thing and became a myth/fairytale (tho I like that too) but a "this might be the missing link between cave men and modern humans" kinda thing.

Its up to you which bat bit Danny and exactly what that means. I love abo aus without smut cause there's so much potential for chaos and I am very much ace.

Erica: You’ve reached the Hale Harem, you got the dough, we got the ho, how may I service you?

Derek, from the other side of the loft: GODDAMN IT, ERICA, STOP ANSWERING MY PHONE.

Spider Shen Yuan Masterpost

...spider yuan, spider yuan, does whatever a spider-yuan does...

Oh shit he a spoder

He's gotten real chummy with the locals

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas (I'm Black, I can say it)

Visual Art:

Fanart by clericofthedragon