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Generally my preference for writing is to write Alternative Universes! I love fairy tales the most, so expect some degree of magic in most stories. Ofc, yandere is key.
~ About me
I exist! I think that's pretty cool! She/her, btw.
New to Tumblr, so still figuring out intricacies and stuff.
You're welcome! I was trying really hard to find a writable scenario and then the au smashed my head in and before I knew it I had written out a decent plan
I'm honestly surprised, there are way more Leon fans that found it than I thought :0
I didn't really plan for a sequel, but I could try seeing what I have
Tim was headed out to a coffee shop. The others were already complaining about how much coffee he has had today. Heading straight to the counter Tim places his order and then scans the room. There are no empty tables but the table over there has some space. The stranger there is almost done with their drink. Tim doesn’t mind sharing a table and he isn’t working on anything he needs to keep secret at the moment. He grabs his drink and heads over.
“Sorry, I was wondering if I could sit with you?” Tim gestures to the cafe. The stranger seeing that the rest of the tables responds, “Ah, yeah that's fine.”, giving a small smile.
Tim settles down and starts working on his laptop. The stranger pulls out their phone and starts scrolling. This is nice even if they are just sitting quietly the atmosphere here is peaceful.
A tired sigh pulls Tim away from his thoughts. Looks like his coffee buddies soulmate has appeared and the animal is quite the cuddler.
The soul animal that is a bird.
A black and blue bird.
A black and blue robin.
A BLACK AND BLUE ROBIN THAT LIKES TO CUDDLE!
The stranger takes Nightwing and places the bird in their bag. Looks like they are getting up to leave! Tim quickly gets up and starts to follow them out.
“Wait!” Tim manages to get out before they disappear.
“This is my number, perhaps we can text in the future. I know we didn't really talk, but I enjoyed your company.” He smiled. If it wasn’t for Tim’s coffee addiction then he wouldn’t have finally meet the Dove!
Dove takes his card.
“Oh! And before I forget, my name’s Tim.”
Dove responds back and gives him their name. They look a little nervous but they seem calm enough exiting the building.
Hopefully they text him but Tim has enough information now to track them down if he needs to. Finally the mystery of who has an answer!
…
Might as well get a head start and find out where they live. He wants to know everything and since he’s the only one that knows right now he can build a relationship and learn everything about you before everyone else! Maybe he could get you to move into Drake manor without the others knowing…
What a lovely ask! Also Dove is a great name for the reader (I'm stealing it, yoink)
In the mainline timeline Tim is suspicious, but doesn't have confirmation. In this alternative timeline in which Tim did have confirmation... Let's see...
Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal Au.
Chapter Two Alternative Ending:
Summary: What if you were caught by Tim, early on?
April fools! I bet you guys thought I would update again. Well, the joke is that this isn't an actual update, it's an alt ending, so consider yourselves fooled.
I uh, didn't do anything else. I swear!
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Things had been moved in your room. Some items were a few inches off, others were blatantly across the room. A few rarer things were even missing.
It scared you.
It didn't scare Red though. That bird had been cuddling up to you ever since you met Tim Drake. It was not a good sign. It had even annoyed Hood a few times too, being too clingy to you when it was around. As always Wing wasn't bothered at all, if anything Red's actions seemed to encourage it to be just as suffocating.
You hadn't touched the card Drake had given you. There was no point.
Especially now that you've been fired.
You didn't understand why. They didn't even really give a reason either. Just that you were 'underperforming' or some nonsense. Plus, it was a text. A professional business, texting you to say that you're fired. What is life.
There was no way that you could move out currently, not without a job. It really bothered you, your house was broken into and not a single thing could be done about it. The police sent someone round, but found no evidence and said it was probably you that moved stuff around and you just forgot about it.
"Ugh..." You groaned, settling into bed and snuggling into Red. You doubted that you could sleep, considering everything suddenly going wrong, but you owed it to yourself to at least try.
Besides... you were surprisingly tired...
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When you woke up, you felt unnaturally comfortable, which was the first issue. The second was that the ceiling was unfamiliar. There was a sluggishness in your bones, that dragged you down and tried to force you back under. You tried to resist.
"Heart rate increasing, breathing is getting lighter, I wonder if they can already hear me.."
The third issue.. is that infuriating voice. Whatever you're resting on shifts around you, so you slowly blink your eyes open, only to lock them with anothers'.
"Good morning!" The voice of what could only be Tim Drake calls, a touch of playfulness in his tone. "Or maybe good evening? Good night would be most accurate. Either way, it's great to see you awake, you've been asleep about... 15 hours, 12 minutes and 48 seconds."
You have no idea what is going on.
His face is right in front of you, eyes beaming into your own only inches away. You do the first thing that comes to mind, which is shoving his face away. It's definitely a little satisfying, but he barely budges under your strength.
He just laughs, extracting himself from the bed to sit on a nearby chair beside a desk. He's still staring though, a glint in his eye that unnerves you. You swear he doesn't blink.
You're in a large, open bedroom. The bed you rest in is gigantic by your standards, and it's the nicest thing you've ever rested your head on. There is a slowness in your bones, something that goes beyond sleep, and makes your thoughts hard to come by.
This room looks almost identical to your room at home. You almost mistook it for home. But there are differences. The giant bed, your desk, but bigger and more shiny. Plushies, but fluffier, larger.
There is a chair in a corner of the room, where Drake is sitting. It was never there in your original room. It seems Drake gave himself a resting spot. You were certain that wasn't a good sign.
And the cameras. Oh the cameras. In every corner lay a red blinking dot. You wouldn't be surprised if there weren't hidden ones either.
Finally, because why not, Red lay resting right beside you, giving a small 'cheep' when you noticed it. How cute...
You slowly sat up, Red manoeuvring itself to rest inside your lap as it did so. Drake just watched, eyes never leaving your form, not even to blink.
He grinned at you, raising his arms dramatically, you fought the urge to flinch at the motion. "Welcome to Drake Manor! Our humble abode. What's mine is yours, and vice versa. Consider yourself free to wander about the mansion as you please. No room is restricted to you."
Red copied his movements, outstretching it's feathers in the same pattern with a loud chirp. You petted it a bit and until it calmed down, resting under your hand.
"What... about leaving?" You asked.
He snickered. "You're welcome to try." Well that's not a great thing to hear.
There was a knowing glint in his eye, a predator who had already predicted your every move and was enjoying his next few turns until checkmate.
"Uhm." You started, hesitantly. "Where is my own soul animal form? If I'm here..."
Drake clicked his tongue, his soul animal making a small click as he did so as well. An expression of displeasure rested on his face, you were surprised by how unfamiliar it seemed. "Removing your soul form from the manor would be too suspicious. There's been far too many kidnappings in the past for me to get away with it for long. They'd eventually search Drake Manor and it would be over."
"Of course." He continued, half to you, half to himself. "I have several plans to shift the blame to others, Jason and Damian being the easier culprits considering their previous actions, but regardless eventually they'd be cleared innocent and I'd be found out. Believe me I wanted to." He grumbled at this, looking the most irritated you've ever seen him.
You felt like you were missing some context here. What were there maniacs doing with your soul form all this time?
"I've commissioned a faithfully made stuffed version of your soul animal form however." Drake gestured to behind you, and you turned around to see the most realistic plushie of a bleeding heart dove you've ever seen. You almost assumed it was a taxidermy, but on closer inspection it was simply that detailed. You were briefly fascinated, taken in by how your soul animal form actually looked like (of course it was a bird, damnit). Red flittered over and started snuggling with it, just as you felt a dip in the bed.
Drake hugged you, arms encasing you into his embrace as he pressed a delicate kiss into the folds of your neck, taking a moment to breath in your scent. You shivered at the motion.
"I'll give you some time to get used to the manor. " He whispered into your ear, unnervingly comfortable with this intimacy. "I'll be in my room, you can't miss it since it's connected to yours. If you ever get lost while exploring, wave at the camera, I'll be watching." And with that, he was off you, opening a door in the wall that you had no idea was there.
You took a moment to catch your breath, Drake's touch sticking to your psyche like rotten toffee, before you pulled yourself back together, hesitantly standing up. You noticed a mirror on the wall, deciding to walk up to it and examinine yourself. You were in silken pyjamas, perfectly fitted and clinging to your figure. There was a small bandaid on your upper arm, upon lifting it you saw the the remains of a needle prick, to your horror. That was not a good sign...
Placing the bandaid back, it was a little itchy, so you meant to scratch it, but your nails were wrong. You glanced at them, only to blanch. They had been cut short and painted in his colours.
'What the hell, that's so creepy...' You bemoaned to yourself. You took a moment to observe your face in the mirror, only to notice something off about your hair.
Wait... Did he trim it? It was slightly shorter, as if you had asked a hair dresser to cut only split ends.
You decided to stop looking in the mirror after that.
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Exploring the manor was the least eventful part of your experience here. It was a giant manor, easy to get lost in, and get lost you sure did. Every time you walked into a new room, the camera would instantly switch on with a red flickering light, and you had to physically ignore it for the sake of your sanity.
Red also followed you, of course. It had decided to rest on your shoulder, occasionally flittering off when it wanted to show you a specific room nearby. You hated how cute it looked when it did that.
The manor was overall pretty opulent. You had found a dining room, several guest rooms, another dining room, peered at the garden from inside, and overall just explored.
Nothing was as notable as the room you had just found though. Outside it looked just the same as a majority of the rooms, but the interior was extremely different.
It was covered in photos. Framed photos. Every space of every wall was covered, even the ceiling somehow. Red gave a little happy chirp as you walked in, flying about and rubbing it's little head against some of the pictures.
The pictures were all of you. One wall was dedicated to recent pictures, you could tell. They must have been taken after you met Tim in the cafe. Some of the photos were security camera footage, some were taken from far away vantage points. A portion of them were from the inside of your house. You could see pictures of you sleeping on the wall, too. You picked up one of them, turning the frame around, it was difficult, on account of your shaking hands.
There was a date written on there, it was recent, along with a small note. 'Tonight they fell asleep 20% faster than previous attempts. Seems like this is the perfect dosage.'
What the fuck. A part of you longed to smash the frame, to destroy everything in this damned room. But then Red rubbed against your fingers a little, cuddling under your fingers as encouragement for you to pet it, and you silently returned the frame to its place.
You turned around and peered at the other walls. Your baby pictures were on there, along with a bunch of other childhood photos, some of which you had no idea was still accessible. There also seemed to be security footage from your childhood too, somehow. How far did he go back?
All of this, however, was dwarfed by a giant TV screen in the middle of the wall, dedicated to playing videos that featured you. It included videos taken by camera by people you knew, security footage, and photos taken by most likely Drake himself.
Your knees felt a little weak, your breath was becoming a little bit rushed so you immediately decided to bail. But when you turned around only forced you to meet with the arbiter of your fate, standing silently in the darkness of the doorway. Blocking the exit.
"Did you like it?" He asked, a smile on his face, head slightly tilted as he stared at you intently. He seemed to love to stare. Red flew over to rest on his shoulder, staring at you with that same chilling gaze.
"No... Not really." You replied, not sure how to react.
"That's a shame. I worked very hard to preserve all this." He didn't stop smiling at you, finding something joyful in your presence even as you were being torn to seams by the weight of his own stare. "There's so much of you we missed, because we didn't know. Why didn't you ever reveal yourself to us? We could have been together much earlier."
"I didn't want to. After Jason... I... I didn't ever want to be a part of that vigilante life. Jason's soul animal he, he died in my arms. How was I ever supposed to want you after that?" Your plea was heartfelt, emotions you never wanted to confront rearing it's head. You just wanted to leave.
"Jason came back." Was his reply, his voice growing cold. "You didn't."
"You never would have been a vigilante, you know." His voice was light, conversational, his eyes weren't. There were unending voids, that never stopped staring. "A bleeding heart dove, never a robin, nor a bat. How could you have been anything but peace?"
"How was I supposed to know? I could have been a robin, easily, I didn't want that for me. The lives you all live are so dangerous, how could I ever rest when all it takes is one bad night and then I have to make another grave!" Your voice grew shrill towards the end, tears welling up in your eyes, hands clutching at your head.
"How were we supposed to rest, knowing that a part of our soul was still out there, experiencing who knows what by anyone who could take an interest?" He had started to frown. Your heart beat fast, racing out of your chest.
"Well you know now, don't you? Isn't that enough?" You tried.
He smiled. You shivered.
He walked over to you, small, measured steps. "You're right, it is for me. And eventually it'll be enough for you too."
He leaned over and hugged you, chaining you with his arms. You didn't feel strong enough to move in protest, let alone struggle. "For now... Get some rest."
There was a prick in your neck, and it was all over.
Summary: In a world where soulmates swap bodies once per lifetime for a few hours, you are unfortunate enough to swap during a mission. You do not have a good time.
Yandere batfam fans you do not perceive this post. It's not here. Unless you like Leon, then perceive all you like :)
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"What the fuck."
It seemed like you were in a mansion. Opulent ceilings, fancy decorations, all that jazz. Yep, just casually, in this mansion. Great.
Why were you in this mansion, you may ask? You would love to know! Because as far as you knew, you were chilling in bed, about to go to sleep, and now you're in this freaky mansion with distant groans that were really starting to scare you.
"Where am I?" You mumble, staring at your hands as if they belonged to an alien. They might as well of, because they were not your hands. These hands were calloused, littered with scars that spoke of a lifetime of violence. You experimentally clenched one of them, it responded.
Despite these hands not being yours, they certainly acted like they were, responding to your panic and shaking alongside you, as you stumbled forward into a nearby bathroom.
It was not a great bathroom. The lights were mostly dead and is that.. Yep. A dead body lied on the ground, empty eyes staring into your soul. A circle of blood surrounded her. You tried to step around it.
Oh. A distant part of you thought, looking upwards. I'm in the women's bathroom.
You looked up, making eye contact with the person in the mirror, with this stranger that could never be you.
And I'm a man.
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You were not proud of the monumental freakout you proceeded to have. Honestly, you were just thankful you didn't need to use any of the nearby toilets. You could only pretend to have not seen a bathtub full of blood once before it shreds your blissful ignorance. As long as you don't look at it again, it's not there, that's what you decided.
Unfortunately, what you couldn't ignore was a buzzing in one of your ears, a feminine voice suddenly speaking through them.
"Leon? Are you alright? You haven't checked in, and it's been a while. Is there a problem?" The new voice sounded kind, and while that was reassuring this whole situation was far too outlandish to calm you down. Maybe she'd be able to help you?
"Uhm.." You spoke instinctively, only to be startled into silence by the shock of hearing a voice so unlike your own speaking instead. You tried to shake off your suprise and continued.
"Hey. So um, this Leon guy, I am... not exactly him. I'm someone else." Well, you can't say you didn't try.
"What? Leon, what are you talking about?" There was concern in the woman's voice, maybe she worried that you were concussed or something, though you can't imagine that a man as built as you were currently ever getting a head injury.
"Are you okay?" She continued. "The virus shouldn't be having any effects like this, do you know what's going on?"
"No?" You tried. "No I have no idea what is going on. I was in bed, about to go to sleep, and now I am in what I can only view as literal hell with some very weird groaning going on and a dead woman at my feet. I am not doing well, and I would like to go home, right now actually." Your response gradually progressed into feverent ramblings, the panic starting to eat away at you again. You couldn't handle this.
There proceeding silence was so potent you felt like it would eat you alive. You clutched at the sink below you, but that only reminded you that your hands weren't even yours and you had to let go.
"Fuck..." You muttered.
"There's no way.." The woman responded. "Are you... Could you be Leon's soulmate? This late..?"
"Maybe?" You responded, voice feeling tight in your throat. Everything was wrong right now, and you just wanted to be right.
"I- look, this is going to be a lot to ask, but. Have you ever had any combat training?"
"Nope."
"Any stealth training?"
"Never."
"Used a gun?"
"This is the first time in my life I've even seen one in person."
"What about an axe?"
"Nah."
"Oh dear." She muttered, before a brief pause. Eventually she came back to you though.
"I hate to do this to you but, could you have a look at Leon's- sorry, your neck?"
You decided to look, considering there was not much else you were willing to do. You spotted horrible black marks, seeping through the skin there, and leading throughout the rest of your, uh, his body?
"What the hell is that." You asked, more of a demand than a question.
"That is our problem. It's this virus every survivor of Raccoon City is now facing. It's killing us, and it's only a matter of time before it kills Leon too." You blinked, surprised. You didn't even know Raccoon City had survivors. So you got your soulmate swap right before his death? The world sure is cruel...
"So why are we here then..?" You muttered.
"Because this is our only hope. We have reason to believe that this man has knowledge about the virus that we don't. It's our last shot."
You were not liking where this is going.
But she continued anyways. "Leon is investigating right now, we have no one else. Maybe you could find a safe space and wait for the switch to end but.. to be honest, I'm not sure if Leon has that kind of time. He's.. in the terminal stage."
"So.. so what, explore this creepy mansion in hopes of finding a cure? With what I'm seeing I feel like I'd die way more I find anything!" You cry out, feeling the injustices of the world weighing on your back. Why, oh why did you have to be soulmates with a fucking madman.
"Look, Leon is trained, the body you are in is trained. I have no doubt that you can get through this, you just have to try. Hey, what's your name?"
You gave your name, reluctance coating your tongue. You hated this.
"I'm Sherry. It's nice to be working together. I'll follow along with cameras when I can okay, you can do this."
"..." You didn't respond. You didn't feel like you could.
You slowly trudged out, feeling the walls narrow in on you. You felt like crying.
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Okay you were definitely not the only person that had been here.
The rooms were littered with corpses, zombies dead a second time due to bullet wounds or knife stabs. You didn't look too long, and you didn't need to, it was certainly a sight.
You had found one zombie alive, but it didn't seem to see you, only responding slightly when you walked a little too loudly.
So you tried your best to ignore all the bodies, carefully stepping around them when you could, and inspecting any interesting looking bits of paper. You had found nothing on this mysterious neck virus.
You had however, found a corpse that was spontaneously erupting.
"Wha... Sherry...?" You began, limbs beginning to tremble. "What's happening?"
"Oh." Was the response. It was not very reassuring. "It seems like they're mutating."
"What. What does that mean." You stumble backwards, pulling out your- Leon's axe from your back and holding it up in front of you like a shield.
The body grows a red, bulbous head. Its pulsing. It notices you, grating out an ear piercing screech.
"Hey. Hey!" A voice calls out in your ear. It's your voice? At least you think it could be, but you're extremely distracted right now.
"Close your eyes." It calls. "Now."
"What?" You mutter.
"Now!"
So you close them. Not being able to see the monster in front of you was almost worse, honestly, but if this was how you were going to die, so be it.
"Raise your left hand." The voice demanded. "And wait for my signal. When I say, swing down."
You did, waiting for the executioner's call.
"Wait, wait. NOW!" It exclaimed.
You swung down, hearing an awful squelch of firm metal hitting flesh. A warm, sickening liquid coated your face. When you opened your eyes, the creature in front of you was dead.
You felt tears well up. You shook.
"Well done." Your voice called. "It's as Sherry thought. You have my training, but not the mental ability to use it. When you remove your ability to make judgement calls, the only thing you have left to use is my training."
"I.. really do not want to do the rest of this nightmare blind." You trembled. "I'm sorry... If you're my soulmate, can you come back here now... Please? I can't do this... I really, really can't."
"I would've if I could." Leon? Responds. "It was tough enough getting through to Sherry already with just your phone."
"Please..."
"Here, breath with me." Leon walks you through a few grounding techniques. It barely helps.
"I don't understand how you can do this. It's a complete utter nightmare. There's... There's blood all over me, this body is completely unfamiliar, my voice is weird, I walk differently, there's some kind of terminal condition apparently!" You hug yourself. It's all you have. But even that is strange, longer limbs wrapping around a much bulkier body than you're used to.
He sighs. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect to be linked to a civilian. Missions like these are the norm for my life."
"I didn't expect to be soulmated to an agent either." You reply, voice dull after all your previous panic.
"When this is over, I promise, you will never have to worry again. I promised to myself ages ago I would never make my soulbond go through what I did. I mean it." Leon's determination is clear to hear, although in the cadence of your own voice it provides a strange effect. You don't take him too seriously.
To be honest, you aren't expecting him to live.
You blink, and you're at home.
There is a phone in your hand. It's your phone, it's displaying the live feed of a camera, focusing on Leon.
Your ID is on your bed nearby. Everything else seems undisturbed.
The man on the camera produces a whetstone, scraping it one handedly on his axe.
He speaks. "Sherry." He calls out. "Cut the live feed, they don't need to see anything more. It's too much already."
Your phone cuts to home screen.
You are left alone.
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You enjoy a week of peace. Enjoy is a strong word though. And actually, so is peace.
You suffer a week of nightmares. That's much more accurate.
Your soulmate is a man borne of survival, coated in scars that speak of countless tales that you can't even imagine. He is a man you cannot fathom even existing.
And yet, he is bound to you.
You don't want him to be. The brief period of your swap had been the worst hours of your life. The fact that soulmates only ever swap once is your salvation. You never wanted to do it again.
He doesn't contact you. You don't know if he survived. From what you knew, it's very likely he died. You were just thankful you didn't get him killed, or worse, die as him. It's happened before to people.
You sighed, turning to look out your window.
There is a Porsche. Outside your house. Why?
A man steps out. He is wearing black, no trace of weapons at all. And yet, you feel a shiver go down your spine.
You feel in danger.
You watch him walk up to your door and knock.
You don't move.
He sighs, and reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a key, pushes it into your door. You hear your door unlock.
"Hey!" His voice calls out. You slowly stumble over to the stairs, making eye contact with him.
"I'm here to get you. It's time to get going."
You stare at him. "Where?" You ask.
"You've seen too much. You can't live a normal life anymore, no one would allow it. I've tried. So, you're getting the next best alternative."
He walks up the stairs, firm, confident steps as he strides up to you.
"You'll be staying with me." His hand locks around your wrist, and he pulls, taking you with him as he pulls you out of your house.
"What? I can't just live with you! And what about my life, my things!" You screech, clawing at the hand that feels like an iron bar. It doesn't budge.
"Everything's been arranged." He responds, completely ignoring your struggles. He opens the side door of his porsche, pushing you in. It locks behind you, an ominous click that sends a shiver down your spine.
He opens his own door in the front, sitting in the driver's seat and starting up the car. "Anything important from your house will be taken separately to our house, and your family has been informed that you are going into witness protection."
"Witness protection?" You shout, yanking at the unmoving car doors. "I- seriously I just met you, I can't go with you!"
Leon sighs. He pulls down the glove box revealing a syringe.
"We are currently doing this the easy way." He informs you, his stare burns into you, freezing you down to the bone. "You know what I'm capable of. Do you want the hard way?"
You remain silent.
"I meant what I said. I'm never going to allow my soulmate to experience the pains that the world showed me. I'm protecting you. Even if you never understand that, I'm never going to stop either." His eyes narrow, memories clouding his gaze.
Hi omg this is so random but I had struggled to find your SOS lights blurb because i unfortunately could not remember your username just the colors and what the blurb was about and i also remember the camera plush one too im so happy i found it though!
Have a nice one!
I really try my best with the tags but yeah ultimately the best method is always gonna be direct links.
I'm so glad you were able to find it anon! I'm hoping that the soulmate au asks are easier to find now too
Damn it. That book is way too high. What's with the bats and putting up all the books you want way too high!
You sigh, glancing around. Maybe there's a ladder or something nearby.
You reach up one last time, going on your tiptoes a bit as you reach then abruptly you're picked up.
"Wha- what?" You stutter, staring down at the smug face of Jason.
"You looked like you needed the help." He smirked.
You snatched your book immediately, a frown formed on your face.
"Thanks. Can you put me down now?"
"Hmmm." Jason hummed, slowly lowering you to the floor, then pulling you back up and smoothly transitioning you into a piggy back.
"Dude!" You shout, flailing a bit on Jason's head. "Let me down! Aren't I a bit heavy?"
"Like a feather." Jason remarked, starting a slow slaunter about the library. The rocking of his movement causing you to sway a bit, before you clung to his arms.
Jason takes an arm off one of your thighs to pull out his chair, then sits down, with you still on top of him. He takes out a book from his pocket.
"Uhm." You mutter.
"Hmm?" Jason has opened the book up and started reading.
"Uhhhh." Jason turns a page.
"Are you going to let me down...?"
"No." Is his smooth reply. "Figured you could enjoy the height for a bit."
That and Dick's inevitable jealousy, you frown. You really hoped this wouldn't become a thing, you don't know if you'd survive that many piggy backs.
"I'd like to go to the bathroom." You lie.
He turns another page. "Good try."
You hate vigilantes.
(It did become a thing in the manor, to your eventual horror. Dick couldn't hold you as long as Jason, but he sure made up for it in hugs. Tim couldn't either, nor could Damian. You did attempt to hold Damian instead as a compromise but it turns out his solid muscle was not compatible with your... everything.
The less said about how long Bruce held you, the better.... It was far too long, and now Jason and Bruce have a slight rivalry over it).
In a world in which the soulmate bond manifests itself as animals that represent your bonded's personality, you have the plight of having countless robins in Gotham city.
Hiding your soul animals away when you can, you are soon discovered and have to deal with what you've been refusing to confront.
The Batfam.
Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64404826/chapters/165355654 (Hasn't caught up to Tumblr yet.)
All Chapters:
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
Extras:
- Chapter 2 Alternate Ending
Asks:
- What happens to soul animals when soulmates meet.
- How many soul animals are in the bond?
- Who do the soul animals visit?
- Types of bonds.
- Visiting Reader
- Time period of the Au.
- Take your soul animal to school day.
- Can soul animals be harmed?
- Killing soul animals
Ask tag - #soul animal au
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The bird was beautiful, you absentmindedly noticed. It was a brilliant white, decorated in countless fluffy feathers. Those feathers were very evidently well groomed, you could tell that this bird was absolutely spoiled.
But that wasn't what caught your attention, what froze your gaze and filled you with silent, chilling, dread.
There was a collar. On that little dove.
That wonderful little animal, filled with life, spirit and desperation and that was you, wasn't it, that little bird was yours and yet, and yet!
It was collared!
"W-why?" You stuttered, gaze locked on to that single bird as if this horrific sight would go away any time soon.
"Well, you already know of our nighttime jobs." An arm slithered onto your shoulder, Dick pulling you close as he spoke these words. He pushed you into the room, gentle, but forceful, as if he was a shepherd guiding a lamb. Drake followed in behind, closing the door with a distinctive click.
Your gaze abruptly snapped to him, shocked by his acknowledgement of the secret. He was just going to say it?
"Secret identities are already a pain enough to maintain without animals tied to your soul. They're pretty identifiable, birds are." His eyes trapped yours in eye contact. "It's a shame, but we can't just let you roam, it wouldn't be safe for us, or for you."
You glanced back over, to the bed. Damian Wayne remained sitting there, seemingly fussing over you? The dove? Whatever.
"It's taboo." You spoke, voice quiet but firm. "Soul animals are supposed to be free, to go wherever they desire, regardless of whether that's to a soulmate or not."
"Oh don't worry about that." Tim goddamn Drake chimed in, smiling at you. "Everyone visits this room daily, and even when we can't, our soul forms certainly do". He gestured over, and you looked, only to be started by the sight of what could only be a bird pile squishing your lil soul form. Damian Wayne was frowning in indignity, his own soul form resting on his shoulder with a distinctive upset look, as upset as a bird can be anyways. When the hell did they all show up? The only one to not join was Bruce's, instead choosing to loom from afar.
"It's still taboo, no matter if you visit the soul animal or not. It's freedom of soul, not freedom to see specific people." You frowned. Was he intentionally being obtuse?
"You're pretty popular, you know." Grayson's voice drawled. "We knew everyone but you, so your soul form was the only remnant of 'you' we had. Things got a bit chaotic."
"Chaotic." Drake scoffed. "Jason beat me up and stole you whilst shouting about robin and worthiness. The less said about Damian, the better."
Damian clicked his tongue. “And yet, Drake, you seemed to have no problem monopolising them immediately upon my entrance to the manor. Interesting standard of fairness there.”
“I’m not going to leave them out where you can reach them!” Drake retorted back. “You were actively trying to murder me, and they’re a civilian, you'd hurt them too!”
“So you'll just barricade them away in your manor instead-”
“Ooookay!” Grayson cut in. “Let’s calm down a little bit. The past was the past, we’ve put our squabbles behind.”
Damian and Tim glared at one another but said nothing else. Evidentially there was some history there, you weren't sure if you really wanted to know.
You sighed. This was ridiculous. "Have you considered that there would be less slap fights if you just let my soul form visit whoever it wanted to?"
"That was worse." Grayson replied. "It's not exactly great to have a soul animal show up in a secret society full of assassins, no matter who it belongs to."
"What..?" You muttered. What was going on in these people's lives? This sort of stuff was exactly why you stayed away.
"Let's just say a lot has happened, and what we've done is for the best of not just us, but for you too." Grayson's voice turned soothing. "There's no need to worry anymore, we've got it all figured out. You'll never need to again. Not now you're with us." The words were honey coated, a sweet sensation that did its best to leave you blind to the bitter aftertaste. You didn't like it. But it didn't seem like you had any other options.
You just had to swallow.
—-
It turned out that the room you were in was called the Nest. To keep it simple, it was the room where everyone primarily kept their soul animals (or more specifically, where yours lived) alongside a ton of equipment and toys for birds. It was a community room, and somehow it even had video games.
Just how much time did everyone spend in this room? Or rather, how much time are you going to have to spend in this room? You disliked either question.
Right now it seemed the answer to both questions was ‘a lot’. Case in point, you, sitting on the giant bed (which was both ridiculously comfortable and silky- how did they do this?) as Grayson of all people braided your hair. Damian Wayne was right beside you, fussing over your soul form with a bird sized brush. (Drake had to leave for patrol apparently).
Grayson’s own robin was fluttering about from you to Damian, occasionally rubbing against your cheek. You’d hate it but it was unfortunately very fluffy. Sigh.
You’d always found the sight of Damian to be intimidating, but it was a little hard when he was fussing over a little bird with an even smaller brush. It was some sort of behaviour called ‘preening’, you guessed. Privately, you almost felt a little bad. You had never spoiled your soul animals like this, never fed them, never cleaned them. They were always a little too intimidating, their ties to the dangerous bigger picture. You guessed the family didn't have those same reservations.
Regardless of any guilt, it was kinda weird to have Grayson fuss over your hair whilst Damian fussed over your soul form. You didn't enjoy the parallels. Please stop it.
If they would collar your soul form, your soul’s essence, just to protect it, then what of yourself? What boundaries would they cross for you? …What have they already done?
You shifted uncomfortably, accidentally applying some pressure onto a bandage on your leg. It throbbed a little. Sensing the movement, Grayson patted you a little on your shoulder. Ugh.
These guys are weird, you thought to yourself. Why'd I have to be soulmates with weirdos? You thought of their insane protectiveness. It was like they took all their self preservation, and thrust it upon you. Forcefully. Associating with them is the dangerous part of your life, not anything else.
Escaping is definitely the first priority, you wouldn't be able to stand these people all your life. It would be a one way ticket to the grave, just like what happened to-
The doors slammed open, a built figure stomping into the room. Damian instantly sighed at the figure, while Grayson lit up.
“Hey Jason!” Grayson called out, a smile on his face. “See, they're doing great, you saved them.”
“Jason..?” You mumbled, thinking. “Jason…Todd?” Jason Todd, as in Bruce Wayne’s dead son. You remembered cradling a robin in your hands, as it took its last breaths. You remember the grave you built.
“Aren't you supposed to be…”
“Dead?” He replied with a bitter smile filling his face. “I can’t say I'm surprised you remember, I guess I'm just glad you didn't end up this way too.”
You paused. “Were you… the one who saved me from the Joker?”
He frowned, his palms clenching. “You shouldn't have been out there to begin with. It was an Arkham breakout, and you were supposed to be safe at Wayne Enterprises.”
Ah. He had addressed the elephant in the room, then.
“...I wanted to go home.” Was your only reply.
He laughed, it was a genuine sort of laugh, but you only felt sick in your stomach. “Well you've certainly managed that now. Home will be the only place you'll ever be.”
“Jason!” Grayson called out, hugging you with a move that pushed you into his chest. “You can't just say it like that, you'll scare them!” He cried.
Jason held up his hands, shrugging. “You make dangerous decisions, you get the consequences. They're lucky they're not hurt.”
“Stop. Just stop please.” You called out. “I get it. But Jason.. you actually died right? How did you come back? Not to mention your soul animal at that time…” You trailed off.
“Hell if I know.” Was his only reply. “But I ain't staying around here a moment longer, not with demon brat glaring at me.” He gestured at Damian. Damian took out a knife from his sleeve…? Uh???
“See ya later kid, maybe we’ll discuss some self-preservation.” And with that, Jason was gone.
Huh. You figured there were likely some unspoken things between you and him. Revival does that.
There was a bit of awkward silence left in the room after his departure, but Grayson was very quick to pick it back up, filling both your and Damian’s ears with his nonsensical topics.
It wasn't that bad.
—-
Bruce Wayne had called you into his office.
Alfred had informed you, a while after Jason’s visit. You were still stuck in the Nest, of course, Grayson’s grabby hands had seen to that. You suspected that would be where the majority of your time would be spent in the future, especially considering it was right next to your room. But that was beside the point.
You weren't exactly happy about visiting Bruce, given that it was entirely his commitment to vigilantism that had turned your life into a seclusion from general society, oh and, of course, HE KIDNAPPED YOU.
But beggars can't be choosers, right? Haha…
Hell, even the soul animals had bailed on going to his office. Either choosing to stay with Dick and Damian or vanish off to someone else. That being said though, it seems Bruce’s own soul form had no such qualms.
You turned your head slightly, noticing a small figure in the darkness behind you. Yup. Still looming. Yay…
It was bad enough going to his office, did his soul animal need to stalk you too? Ugh.
You silently opened the door, looking eyes with Bruce Wayne. He gestured to a grand yet comfortable looking seat. You sat down.
He spoke your full name. “How have you been finding Wayne Manor?” He inquired.
“Very intrusive.” You replied, deadpan. “Mr. Wayne.” You started, only to be interrupted by Bruce’s interruption of “Father.”
“Mr. Wayne.” You tried again, placing emphasis on the mister portion. “I appreciate that you have given me a place to rest and recover after the Joker attack, but I have a life I need to attend to. I need to go home. I have a job.”
Bruce Wayne smiled. It was a perfect smile, a sort of paternal warmth that you'd never seen on Brucie Wayne’s face, nor on the cowl of Batman. It was something private, something secret. Yet it was being shown to you.
“You will find that as of yesterday you have verbally and formally submitted your resignation to your job.” He reached down and produced a phone. It was your phone. He pressed a button on it.
A voice called out, it was your voice, clear and concise. You were resigning, effective immediately. Your manager was replying confusedly, asking about this sudden change, what happened to the Wayne Industries collaboration, she didn't understand. You didn't understand either.
“What..? How?” You were gobsmacked. How did he?
Bruce Wayne produced a piece of paper, and slid it across to you. Your house had been sold. The signatures were crisp, the paper was new, but it was legitimate all the same.
“But… my things?” Was your only attempt at a response.
“All moved over to Wayne Manor beforehand, of course.” He smiled again, you flinched at the sight of it. “As long as you're here, you'll have nothing to worry about, never again.”
He reached out, cradling your cheek in a delicate touch. You felt nauseous, eyes locked onto his.
“I’m so, so glad you're finally here.”
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Okay yeah I did another break again I'm sorryyyyyy it's hard to write sometimes. I keep getting non-soulmate ideas lol. Ah well. It is how it is.
Regarding tagging! To be frank it's a right pain to tag everyone, and it slows down updates a fair bit. I've decided I will be uploading chapters to ao3 instead, and clicking the subscribe button on there will do the same thing. That being said I will maintain the current list as is, until I finish this series.
That being said, I think I'll most likely wrap up soon. There are unaddressed things that can be easily addressed in special separate chapters, or just bullet points.
Oh, and some people send in great asks, I'll definitely answer them but first I gotta zzzzzzzz
The bird was beautiful, you absentmindedly noticed. It was a brilliant white, decorated in countless fluffy feathers. Those feathers were very evidently well groomed, you could tell that this bird was absolutely spoiled.
But that wasn't what caught your attention, what froze your gaze and filled you with silent, chilling, dread.
There was a collar. On that little dove.
That wonderful little animal, filled with life, spirit and desperation and that was you, wasn't it, that little bird was yours and yet, and yet!
It was collared!
"W-why?" You stuttered, gaze locked on to that single bird as if this horrific sight would go away any time soon.
"Well, you already know of our nighttime jobs." An arm slithered onto your shoulder, Dick pulling you close as he spoke these words. He pushed you into the room, gentle, but forceful, as if he was a shepherd guiding a lamb. Drake followed in behind, closing the door with a distinctive click.
Your gaze abruptly snapped to him, shocked by his acknowledgement of the secret. He was just going to say it?
"Secret identities are already a pain enough to maintain without animals tied to your soul. They're pretty identifiable, birds are." His eyes trapped yours in eye contact. "It's a shame, but we can't just let you roam, it wouldn't be safe for us, or for you."
You glanced back over, to the bed. Damian Wayne remained sitting there, seemingly fussing over you? The dove? Whatever.
"It's taboo." You spoke, voice quiet but firm. "Soul animals are supposed to be free, to go wherever they desire, regardless of whether that's to a soulmate or not."
"Oh don't worry about that." Tim goddamn Drake chimed in, smiling at you. "Everyone visits this room daily, and even when we can't, our soul forms certainly do". He gestured over, and you looked, only to be started by the sight of what could only be a bird pile squishing your lil soul form. Damian Wayne was frowning in indignity, his own soul form resting on his shoulder with a distinctive upset look, as upset as a bird can be anyways. When the hell did they all show up? The only one to not join was Bruce's, instead choosing to loom from afar.
"It's still taboo, no matter if you visit the soul animal or not. It's freedom of soul, not freedom to see specific people." You frowned. Was he intentionally being obtuse?
"You're pretty popular, you know." Grayson's voice drawled. "We knew everyone but you, so your soul form was the only remnant of 'you' we had. Things got a bit chaotic."
"Chaotic." Drake scoffed. "Jason beat me up and stole you whilst shouting about robin and worthiness. The less said about Damian, the better."
Damian clicked his tongue. “And yet, Drake, you seemed to have no problem monopolising them immediately upon my entrance to the manor. Interesting standard of fairness there.”
“I’m not going to leave them out where you can reach them!” Drake retorted back. “You were actively trying to murder me, and they’re a civilian, you'd hurt them too!”
“So you'll just barricade them away in your manor instead-”
“Ooookay!” Grayson cut in. “Let’s calm down a little bit. The past was the past, we’ve put our squabbles behind.”
Damian and Tim glared at one another but said nothing else. Evidentially there was some history there, you weren't sure if you really wanted to know.
You sighed. This was ridiculous. "Have you considered that there would be less slap fights if you just let my soul form visit whoever it wanted to?"
"That was worse." Grayson replied. "It's not exactly great to have a soul animal show up in a secret society full of assassins, no matter who it belongs to."
"What..?" You muttered. What was going on in these people's lives? This sort of stuff was exactly why you stayed away.
"Let's just say a lot has happened, and what we've done is for the best of not just us, but for you too." Grayson's voice turned soothing. "There's no need to worry anymore, we've got it all figured out. You'll never need to again. Not now you're with us." The words were honey coated, a sweet sensation that did its best to leave you blind to the bitter aftertaste. You didn't like it. But it didn't seem like you had any other options.
You just had to swallow.
—-
It turned out that the room you were in was called the Nest. To keep it simple, it was the room where everyone primarily kept their soul animals (or more specifically, where yours lived) alongside a ton of equipment and toys for birds. It was a community room, and somehow it even had video games.
Just how much time did everyone spend in this room? Or rather, how much time are you going to have to spend in this room? You disliked either question.
Right now it seemed the answer to both questions was ‘a lot’. Case in point, you, sitting on the giant bed (which was both ridiculously comfortable and silky- how did they do this?) as Grayson of all people braided your hair. Damian Wayne was right beside you, fussing over your soul form with a bird sized brush. (Drake had to leave for patrol apparently).
Grayson’s own robin was fluttering about from you to Damian, occasionally rubbing against your cheek. You’d hate it but it was unfortunately very fluffy. Sigh.
You’d always found the sight of Damian to be intimidating, but it was a little hard when he was fussing over a little bird with an even smaller brush. It was some sort of behaviour called ‘preening’, you guessed. Privately, you almost felt a little bad. You had never spoiled your soul animals like this, never fed them, never cleaned them. They were always a little too intimidating, their ties to the dangerous bigger picture. You guessed the family didn't have those same reservations.
Regardless of any guilt, it was kinda weird to have Grayson fuss over your hair whilst Damian fussed over your soul form. You didn't enjoy the parallels. Please stop it.
If they would collar your soul form, your soul’s essence, just to protect it, then what of yourself? What boundaries would they cross for you? …What have they already done?
You shifted uncomfortably, accidentally applying some pressure onto a bandage on your leg. It throbbed a little. Sensing the movement, Grayson patted you a little on your shoulder. Ugh.
These guys are weird, you thought to yourself. Why'd I have to be soulmates with weirdos? You thought of their insane protectiveness. It was like they took all their self preservation, and thrust it upon you. Forcefully. Associating with them is the dangerous part of your life, not anything else.
Escaping is definitely the first priority, you wouldn't be able to stand these people all your life. It would be a one way ticket to the grave, just like what happened to-
The doors slammed open, a built figure stomping into the room. Damian instantly sighed at the figure, while Grayson lit up.
“Hey Jason!” Grayson called out, a smile on his face. “See, they're doing great, you saved them.”
“Jason..?” You mumbled, thinking. “Jason…Todd?” Jason Todd, as in Bruce Wayne’s dead son. You remembered cradling a robin in your hands, as it took its last breaths. You remember the grave you built.
“Aren't you supposed to be…”
“Dead?” He replied with a bitter smile filling his face. “I can’t say I'm surprised you remember, I guess I'm just glad you didn't end up this way too.”
You paused. “Were you… the one who saved me from the Joker?”
He frowned, his palms clenching. “You shouldn't have been out there to begin with. It was an Arkham breakout, and you were supposed to be safe at Wayne Enterprises.”
Ah. He had addressed the elephant in the room, then.
“...I wanted to go home.” Was your only reply.
He laughed, it was a genuine sort of laugh, but you only felt sick in your stomach. “Well you've certainly managed that now. Home will be the only place you'll ever be.”
“Jason!” Grayson called out, hugging you with a move that pushed you into his chest. “You can't just say it like that, you'll scare them!” He cried.
Jason held up his hands, shrugging. “You make dangerous decisions, you get the consequences. They're lucky they're not hurt.”
“Stop. Just stop please.” You called out. “I get it. But Jason.. you actually died right? How did you come back? Not to mention your soul animal at that time…” You trailed off.
“Hell if I know.” Was his only reply. “But I ain't staying around here a moment longer, not with demon brat glaring at me.” He gestured at Damian. Damian took out a knife from his sleeve…? Uh???
“See ya later kid, maybe we’ll discuss some self-preservation.” And with that, Jason was gone.
Huh. You figured there were likely some unspoken things between you and him. Revival does that.
There was a bit of awkward silence left in the room after his departure, but Grayson was very quick to pick it back up, filling both your and Damian’s ears with his nonsensical topics.
It wasn't that bad.
—-
Bruce Wayne had called you into his office.
Alfred had informed you, a while after Jason’s visit. You were still stuck in the Nest, of course, Grayson’s grabby hands had seen to that. You suspected that would be where the majority of your time would be spent in the future, especially considering it was right next to your room. But that was beside the point.
You weren't exactly happy about visiting Bruce, given that it was entirely his commitment to vigilantism that had turned your life into a seclusion from general society, oh and, of course, HE KIDNAPPED YOU.
But beggars can't be choosers, right? Haha…
Hell, even the soul animals had bailed on going to his office. Either choosing to stay with Dick and Damian or vanish off to someone else. That being said though, it seems Bruce’s own soul form had no such qualms.
You turned your head slightly, noticing a small figure in the darkness behind you. Yup. Still looming. Yay…
It was bad enough going to his office, did his soul animal need to stalk you too? Ugh.
You silently opened the door, looking eyes with Bruce Wayne. He gestured to a grand yet comfortable looking seat. You sat down.
He spoke your full name. “How have you been finding Wayne Manor?” He inquired.
“Very intrusive.” You replied, deadpan. “Mr. Wayne.” You started, only to be interrupted by Bruce’s interruption of “Father.”
“Mr. Wayne.” You tried again, placing emphasis on the mister portion. “I appreciate that you have given me a place to rest and recover after the Joker attack, but I have a life I need to attend to. I need to go home. I have a job.”
Bruce Wayne smiled. It was a perfect smile, a sort of paternal warmth that you'd never seen on Brucie Wayne’s face, nor on the cowl of Batman. It was something private, something secret. Yet it was being shown to you.
“You will find that as of yesterday you have verbally and formally submitted your resignation to your job.” He reached down and produced a phone. It was your phone. He pressed a button on it.
A voice called out, it was your voice, clear and concise. You were resigning, effective immediately. Your manager was replying confusedly, asking about this sudden change, what happened to the Wayne Industries collaboration, she didn't understand. You didn't understand either.
“What..? How?” You were gobsmacked. How did he?
Bruce Wayne produced a piece of paper, and slid it across to you. Your house had been sold. The signatures were crisp, the paper was new, but it was legitimate all the same.
“But… my things?” Was your only attempt at a response.
“All moved over to Wayne Manor beforehand, of course.” He smiled again, you flinched at the sight of it. “As long as you're here, you'll have nothing to worry about, never again.”
He reached out, cradling your cheek in a delicate touch. You felt nauseous, eyes locked onto his.
Okay yeah I did another break again I'm sorryyyyyy it's hard to write sometimes. I keep getting non-soulmate ideas lol. Ah well. It is how it is.
Regarding tagging! To be frank it's a right pain to tag everyone, and it slows down updates a fair bit. I've decided I will be uploading chapters to ao3 instead, and clicking the subscribe button on there will do the same thing. That being said I will maintain the current list as is, until I finish this series.
That being said, I think I'll most likely wrap up soon. There are unaddressed things that can be easily addressed in special separate chapters, or just bullet points.
Oh, and some people send in great asks, I'll definitely answer them but first I gotta zzzzzzzz
"Hehehe..." You snickered quietly to yourself, rapidly pressing the buttons on your remote. The ceiling reflected your desire, rapidly changing colours as you did so. Smart lights were so cool.
A knock sounded at your door.
"Hello!" Called the bane of your existence.
"Not here!" You called back.
"I'm coming it anyways!" Dick sauntered in through your door as if your four individual locks meant nothing to him. Damn. Next time you're buying a barricade. Jason could probably be persuaded to install it. Stick it to the old man and all.
"Get out." You stated.
You changed the light into a deep, dark red.
"I'm here because Bruce is busy." Your unwanted visitor explained. "It's great that you're having fun and all, but using your light to flash SOS in morse code is going a bit too far, wouldn't you think?"
"No." You replied, a deadpan expression on your face.
"Well Bruce thinks it is, so this is your warning. Stop flashing in morse code, or he's talking the bulb out."
"You would take this away from me?" You pleaded, tears welling up in your eyes. You had gotten extremely good at that lately. "My one solace in this cruel, lonely-"
"We're always extremely happy to hang out with you." Dick cut in, bemused.
"-mansion." You continued as if he had never spoke. "You would really do that? To me? ...your sibling?" The tears were perhaps getting a bit out of control, but you'd rather be overacting than under.
"Unfortunately yes-"
"Unfair!" You shouted. "Besides, Tim taught me how to use the light this way, if anything you should be blaming him! Favouritism!" Yous screeched. If tears didn't get him out volume would.
Dick winced, so you were clearly doing your job.
"I'll.. see what I can do." He muttered, turning away.
You breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, alone once more.
"Oh by the way!" He turned back.
Damnit!
"It's family movie night tonight! You know the rules, whoever caught you in your last escape attempt gets to cuddle you for the whole night, and you know who that was!" He laughed. You hated him. That attempt was one of your best yet, until he showed up.
Dick left, laughing all the way.
You sighed, a deep and long breath. How frustrating.
After a little bit, you looked up again, turning your room into a brilliant pink.
"Hehehe..." You continued fiddling with your remote. It was really fun.
Okay I've heard from at least two people now that it'd be cool if the soul animal was a 'bleeding heart dove'. I am a very malleable person and it does still carry the metaphor
So!
Regular Dove or Bleeding Heart Dove?
Regular pure white dove, the classic, the pure.
Bleeding Heart Dove, the unexpected, the tragic.
Voting ended onApr 25, 2025
Pictures are attached for reference.
(idc that I already described the dove to be pure white okay writing can be changed if need be)
