Had another brain worm. (Edit 4: soooo I’ve started writing a oneshot, it might be booty cheeks but I will do my best to get it out in a somewhat timely manner. It’ll take place in the early seasons with the winchesters.)
Imagine a neglected Batfam reader who was sent away for schooling who becomes involved with the Winchesters
She becomes a hunter and is taken in by them, maybe she’s around a teenager she was sent away when she was 8 years old and she returns to Gotham changed.
Imagine she was sent to a school in a different state so that she would be safe from the villains in Gotham but instead she finds herself under attack of ghosts and demons and the winchesters save her
Imagine she gets the brotherly bond with them and joins them because at the time they helped her she was 18 and now doesn’t go to school.
Imagine a Batfam doing an investigation in mysterious deaths at Gotham and the Winchesters show up with their baby sister who refuses to speak to them because they never reached out to her for all those years that she was gone.
Imagine a reader who was technologically brilliant and could hack better than Tim so she uses it to cover her trail with the Winchesters
Edit: I fear this gained more traction than I initially anticipated
Second edit while at work lol: is there seriously no fic like this??? I feel like Gotham is so spooky yall come on 💔
Third edit: I might make a two parter of this when I have the time currently dealing with some medical issues lmao hate this body (just kidding I love it please don’t deteriorate further 💔💔💔)
FOURTH EDIT LOL: I’ll be tagging whoever comments so yall can read the fic!
Daughter of Aphrodite reader who grows up neglected by the batfam (yes I’m still on my batfam bullshit) and leaves for camp at the age of 11 after a field trip to the museum that she gets attacked at, becoming a missing person but the batfam barely notices until she comes back at age 18 now grown up and back in Gotham to deal with the monsters there.
She definitely takes after her Mother and by that I mean she is very similar to Aphrodite when she was still a war goddess! She has perfect hair is gorgeous/handsome and could absolutely kill a monster without even blinking. Just a thought idk
Yknow what fuck it imma blurb this
Edit 2: ok it’s in the works just be patient with me yall I gotta brush up on my lore and I work full time so it’ll be out I just don’t know when yet but I will tag whoever wants to be tagged!
Here’s the first part posted: part 1
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Growing up you always knew something was different about you. Not only because you were the daughter of THE Bruce Wayne, billionaire, forever bachelor and Prince of Gotham, but because there was just something about you that seemed almost mythical.
The way you never had a bad hair day, your teeth never stained, you had a quiet grace about you and were told numerous times how beautiful or handsome you were. You wrote them off as just luck or being blessed with the Wayne genetics.
That changed on a field trip, you went to Gotham Academy. Only the best for the daughter of Bruce Wayne no matter how much you were ignored by your brothers and father. Never really being included in the conversation or being invited on family outings. Never taught how to be a robin despite your father putting everything into teaching Tim and Damian the ways of being a Robin.
They all ignored your presence no matter what you did to try and garner it. Dick only giving you half truths and promises, only polite smiles in the way you give one to an acquaintance. Jason not even bothering to entertain your childish nature or take part in your art projects.
Forget even trying to engage Damian in a conversation, he would call you an “insolent brat” and be on with his day.
Oh but they would soon learn to miss you after an attack rocks the Gotham Academy field trip to the Museum of Ancient History.
@serenemanifestoscheme since you didn’t see the blurb in the og post
AKA what type of woman he's into, what he looks for in a relationship etc hcs sfw and nsfw if possible? Nothing too intense though
I love this, wait lemme think.
First and foremost, I’m putting this out there that I believe he looks at people more than just their gender. He looks at them, what makes them do the actions and how they uphold their beliefs.
To me, Qifrey seems like someone who appreciates a strong willed person, maybe even tough, but still has a nice heart. We see how he acts with Olruggio and he has all those attributes even if he does bend them a little, especially when it comes to the girls.
I think Qifrey would be drawn to someone who has loose morals, but ultimately leans more to the ‘good’ side.
Morals, especially in this universe, seem to be somewhat loose. At least for Qifrey. We see that he is someone who has a strong sense of right and wrong, but definitely doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty when needed.
A person that would fit well with him would be someone that is kind, caring, but knows where to draw the line and how to make the tough decisions.
Personally, I think that Qifrey would find the gray areas in all things and wouldn’t mind helping his partner with making a difficult decision. Like with Coco in the very first episode of the series. We see that the right thing to do would have been to erase her memories of Magic, but is that the right decision morally? Ethically? Would leaving Coco all by herself with her mother encased in crystal, not knowing how or why she ended up that way been the right decision or would that have lead to Coco falling down the wrong path and becoming a brimhat?
Sorry, let’s get back to the topic.
Qifrey, to me, would want a partner that doesn't mind getting their hands dirty. Someone that sees the world in gray and not necessarily black and white. He makes questionable decisions at times, has done some very irredeemable actions that I will not specify for the anime only.
I think Qifrey would want a person that takes care of themself, but still has things that they rely on someone else for. Qifrey to me seems like a provider, he loves to provide things for people. He helps others at no expense of himself.
I don't think he would mind if a person was quiet or loud. He seems to me like someone who values time spent with a person, I think his love language would be quality time spent together.
He probably feels that he's on borrowed time so any time he gets with his partner he will gladly take.
On the same note of him feeling like he's on borrowed time, I think he has a bit of a pervy streak. Walk with me.
If the both of you find yourselves alone in the atelier I could see him bending you over and just playing with you a bit. He rubs your chest over your clothing, not quite giving you the touch you want, but letting the heat of his palm warm you through your clothing.
He could slip a hand underneath your skirt if you're wearing one and just let the warmth of his hand settle on you as he lightly toys with you through your undergarments.
If you're busy cutting food up, he'll slink behind you and push you so that you're pressed against the counter and he'll push himself so that you can feel the hardness of his cock against your butt. He'll try to distract you so that you give in to him, he just wants to feel you.
Summary: You’ve lived a long life. Over three thousand years and over that time you’d become entangled with the Targaryens. After the Dance of the Dragons you’d been lost in time until one day the Kingsguard come to bring you back at the request of King Daeron the Good.
Word Count: 735
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Seventy-eight years. Hardly anything when compared to how long you’ve lived, but you still feel the passage of time regardless. It’s been seventy-eight years since the dance of the dragons. Seventy-eight years since you’d left your place in the Targaryen courts, since you’d left their muddled and crazed home.
You now found yourself living in the woods. Far from court and from the expectations of royalty. You simply wandered the lands for years, collecting spells and then returning home. You’d only just returned home and had gone out to replenish your supply of herbs when you’d been approached by a group of knights clad in white armor.
You lift your head up with a bored look on your face, not at all eager for humans to come onto your land.
The knight in front sits tall on his horse as you look back down at the herbs, rifling through them to pick the best.
He steps down and approaches you carefully, left arm resting on the hilt of his sword.
“If you’ve come for the witch of the woods, I’m afraid you’ve arrived ten years too late.”
You crouch down in front of your patch of oregano and start to pluck the ones you need, picking off brown leaves here and there.
The knight stands tall, clearing his throat.
"You are the elf, (Y/n) the Slayer, correct?"
You chance a look at him, "I haven’t been called that in many years. I wasn’t aware that there were still humans alive that knew of me. Plus, it seems rather rude to ask ones name before introducing yourself, no?"
The knight stares down at you before sighing.
"My apologies, I am Ser Roland Crakehall of the Kingsguard."
"I figured you were with the Kingsguard, the armor gives it away. I may have been gone from court for half a century, but I still remember the knights."
You glance up at Ser Roland with a flat face. Your ears twitch lightly, betraying your blank expression.
“King Daeron the Good has requested your presence.”
You hum.
“And if I refuse?”
“He politely asks for your presence.”
He tightens his grip on the hilt of his blade.
You glance at his blade before flicking your eyes to the other knights behind him.
"I see."
You bring forth your staff, in a flurry of magic causing the knight to clench his hand and start to pull out his blade.
"I have no desire to fight you, I'm sure we both know how that would fair," you stand, brushing the dirt from your dress as you turn to your home.
“I’ve lived a long life, Ser Roland, seen many kings live and die.”
In a burst of light, your home goes from lived in and well kept to a decrepit state. Wood rotting, foliage and overgrowth over the doors and beams that were once upright now fallen over. You wave away your staff as you crouch back down.
You pick the herbs you need, flicking dirt off them as you place them in your basket.
“I’ve no interest in the way you humans live in court, it doesn’t matter to me if the Targaryens call me back. I haven’t been interested in the last seventy eight years, not after Rhaenyra.”
You inspect another herb you’ve picked, bringing it close to your eye. You stand, bringing your basket close to your hip as you level the knights with a stare.
"Why has Prince Daeron requested me back?"
Ser Roland arches a brow as the knights behind him, still on their horses, shift lightly at your words.
"King Daeron, and he wishes to see you for reasons he has not disclosed to us. He simply requested we bring you back."
You look to the sky and watch the birds fly away, before bringing a hand to your hair and push it back.
"When I last saw him, he was still Prince Daeron. Though I doubt he remembers me, he was still a baby."
You walk to your now decrepit home and enter, placing the herbs inside a luggage you bring on your travels and exiting your home, locking the door behind you. You approach Ser Roland with a still blank look on your face.
"I suppose if he requests it I cannot refuse."
He nods his head as mounts his horse and extends a hand to you.
There comes a tale, a myth, of a flower that can grant life. Heal even the worst of wounds. All you had to do was sing a simple song and the flower would bring you the life you wished for.
Long thought a myth, there were those that would speak of it the same way you would speak of faeries or mermaids. With awe and wonder, but knew better than to truly believe in the myth of it. There was no such thing as a magical flower that could grant life, heal wounds or reverse time. That was all just nonsense.
Folk tale that grew beyond the villages it originated in.
But one person knew the truth.
Her name is more of a fading wind. Whispers of a long forgotten name, those that knew it once have long gone over the years. Never seen with anybody longer than a few hours. Not memorable enough to let her form fester in your mind, despite her youthful appearance.
She knew the truth of the flower, she harbored the secret and loathed that word of it had spread. For hundreds of years she'd used the flower to keep herself youthful all by singing a song. A simple song and years of her life were given back to her. Her wrinkles gone, age spots faded, skin back to the elasticity that she had in her youth.
Yes, she knew the truth and she knew that her time with the flower was limited. More and more people had been asking about it and word was now spreading to lords and ladies that wanted to use the flower for themselves.
So, she came up with a plan. A strange, horrid plan. She fell pregnant from a lord. This lord had influence and was a widow, no one would care that he got someone pregnant. But she didn't know that he would care, that he would search for the mysterious woman and his daughter, for many years. But that is to be spoken on later, later in your life when you finally meet your knight and your prince.
For your mother, she finally had the piece needed for her plan and during her pregnancy at the end of her term when her health had declined she ingested the flower in a tea. Now with the flowers power coursing through her veins to her baby, all she had to do was wait. Wait and see if her plan was going to come to fruition.
Once her baby was born she waited. Patiently she waited for her daughters hair to grow. Long, healthy hair flowed from her daughters head and so she sung. She sung the same song that would grant her the flowers power and saw as her daughters hair glowed from root to tip, her plan had worked.
She brushed her fingers through her daughters hair and felt her skin tightening, her youth coming back to her and she knew then that she needed to do everything in her power to keep her daughter here. Far away from those who would abuse the flower's properties.
The woman kept the child locked in her small cottage, far away from any prying eyes and hidden past an alcove. You would have to go out of your way to find the cottage and with no one knowing that you were there, it would be nearly impossible to find you there.
This isn't to say she kept you from the world. She taught you many things! She taught you that people weren't to be trusted, that people had sharp teeth and that people would use you for your power. They would never see you as a person only as a conduit for the flower that gave you your power.
Then the years passed, you got older. You read all the books that she got you. Painted every inch and corner of the cottage that you lived in and finally you got a chance. One chance to leave. All it took was her leaving for three days and a knight passing through that you got your chance to live. To finally live a life past those walls of your cottage.
And you took it. Now you find yourself at a crossroads: expose yourself and the power you possess or run away, leave the tragedy to play out as it should and return back to your lonely life.
Neglected reader x batfam where reader is brilliant, a prodigy but just happens to fall into the wrong crowd. Knows all about the family and how they’re vigilantes and loathes them for never seeing her never seeing how she shines and in turn she leaves one night to get her head cleared and finds herself caught in danger, danger that leaves her nearly killed but she’s saved by a mob boss or by some under ring leader think Silco and Jinx’s relationship where she is saved by a new drug that makes her sharper and more dangerous
Picture a bat fam x neglected reader who gets kidnapped they obviously don’t notice and when they come back after escaping something is off. They’re not quite there it’s almost like they’re a ghost now.
I’m picturing a Danny phantom type reader some experiment gone wrong type deal and now reader is half human half ghost
I’ll probably write this once I get the time
Edit: I’m expanding on it yall it’s in the works, if it’s booty cheeks let me know please orz
Okay so here’s a poll cause I need this question answered since it’s pretty imporitant
Do I include the Fenton family and other key characters?
