To avoid unwanted guests from crashing the party, the three of you decide to do the sleepover at your dorm. You spend the afternoon tidying up and making the room as cozy as possible. 

Fairly lights stringing from the ceiling.

Scented candles lit all around the room.

Extra blankets and pillows.

Matching PJs

Jo of course, brings matching pjs that he made himself. 

Jo sets his bag on the floor with a grin.  “Can't have a sleepover without these.”  He pulls out three silk pajamas with vertical stripes. Each in a different color.  “So this is why you asked about our favorite color?”  “Yup!”  You run your fingers over the fabric.  “They're beautiful.” Jo gives a small curtsy. “I’m glad you like them.”   Romeo takes one and immediately inspects it. “Hmm. The fabric’s good quality. The colors are nice. The seams are sewn well.”  Jo smiles.  “High praise from Romeo. I'm grateful.”  .... A few minutes later, all three of you are changed into your matching pajamas.  “We look adorable, don’t we?” 

Snacks & Movie

You volunteer to bring the snacks. This was an errand you actually enjoyed. 

You put together a simple charcuterie board with salami, cheese, crackers, sliced bread, tomatoes, and jam. 

Jo gasps at the presentation. “Wow! This is beautiful.”  “Thanks! I got a few tips from Sho.” Romeo huffs.  “Not bad for a BB.”  You roll your eyes with a smile. “I’m glad you like it, Romeo.” 

Of course you prepared all the other sleepover essentials too. Chips, popcorn, ice-cream for desert, and a few (mature) drink. 

Using a projector you borrowed from Mio, the three of you end up watching a cheesy romance film. 

Jo: “Awww. That’s so cute.”  Romeo: “They’ve only known each other for 48 hours.”  Jo: "Love works in mysterious ways.”  Romeo: “Love? That’s Delusion.” Jo: “Wait…MC, are you crying?”  You: “N-No. Popcorn just went in my eye.” 

Skincare

Now it’s time for skincare. Naturally, Romeo takes charge. 

He has a full suitcase dedicated to skincare. Cleansers, toners, serums, moisturizeers, eye cream. All neatly organized for different skin types and concerns.  

He even brought 3 led face masks for each person. He may or may not have bought it just for this occasion. 

Fun fact: Jo prefers doing his skincare in his male form because it keeps his hair out of his face.

Romeo watches you wash your face in disgust.  “BB…Are you trying to rip your skin off?”  So he reteaches you how to watch your face properly.  Then Romeo watches Jo wash his face. He simply nods.  “...Acceptable.”  ... You’re about to put on some lotion. “Come here,” Romeo motions you to him.  You obediently sit in front of him.  “I’m not trusting you with these serums.”  He pats each product into your skin with skillful hands. It feels like a nice massage.

Once everyone's' routine is finished, the three of you lie down wearing matching LED masks. 

You look like a bunch of villains.

Girls Talk

“There’s one thing we absolutely have to do.”  “What?” “Girls talk!”  The three of you lie on your stomachs in a circle, chins resting on your hands.  “I’ll go first.”  Jo flashes you with a mischievous smile.   “So…do you like any of the ghouls?”  Your eyes widen. Mouth agape.  “N-No way. I'm too busy for that.”  Romeo butts in.  “Good BB. Romance, especially with these GFNFs, is a complete waste of time.”  “GFNF?”  “Good-for-nothing fools, obviously.”  “Oh, right.”  Jo lets out a relieved sigh.  “I’m glad. For a while, I thought you might’ve liked Elias.”  You laugh at the thought.  “Glad we cleared it up because it couldn't be farther from the truth.”  Romeo scoffs, folding his arms. “That man is colored with red flags.”  Jo nods slowly. “I know he’s our member. But I’d have to agree.”  You all laugh at that. 

End of the Night

Romeo and Jo both value quality sleep, so the sleepover ends quite early. 

“It’s a queen-sized bed. I’m sure we can all fit,” Jo says, switching back to her girl form.  Romeo sighs as he slips under the blanket. “If this affects my quality of sleep, I'm leaving.”  And somehow, you end up squished in the middle.  The room falls quiet.  For the first time in days…your mind isn't racing.  You let out a small breath.  “Thanks, you guys.”  Jo turns toward you.  “Hm?”  “I…really needed this.”  Jo smiles warmly.  “Of course. We can do it again anytime. Right, Romeo?”  He lets out a quiet huff.  “Maybe...If I can fit it in my schedule.” 

______

Ghouls Reactions

Leo definitely wants to make content out of it.

Rui pouts all day after that.

Bonus Shion:  You’re at Dionysia. Swish. A card cuts through your sleeve, barely missing your skin. 

“Heard you had a sleepover without me.”  Steps closer.  “Without your husband.” Steps closer.  “You’re a bad wife.”  Steps closer.  “We’re having a sleepover at the heebie-jeebie house. Now. And we'll have so much more fun.” 

___

I remember sitting with either Haru or Haku. I genuinely cannot remember which one because my brain was still lagging when I woke up. Alan was there too. Then Haru/Haku mentioned that everybody THOUGHT Taiga was the troublemaker on set, but the REAL troublemaker was actually Alan.

And Alan just laughed. Not normal laughed either. It was that stupid handsome, drop-dead, bad-boy teen angst rumble chuckle kind of laugh 😭 WHY was my own dream trying to rizz me up????

Haru/Haku then explained that Taiga was actually one of the most polite people on set because he had a lot of scenes with older actors. Everybody apparently found it hilarious because he talked respectfully, used honorifics with everyone and acted super polite despite playing… well… Taiga 💀

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃-𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Then they started talking about Hyde.

Hyde was the hardest person to mess around with once filming started because the second the camera rolled, this man LOCKED IN. Nobody could disturb him. No matter how silly people acted in the background, Hyde almost never had NGs or bloopers.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐉𝐈𝐍 + 𝐓𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Meanwhile the kings of NGs were Jin and Tohma because they kept laughing every single time Jin went into his dramatic emo mode 😭

Sometimes Tohma would start laughing while delivering his lines. Sometimes Jin would start laughing while laying on the couch. Sometimes BOTH of them would completely lose composure together and ruin the scene for everybody else. They got along really well irl too.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Then Rui joined the conversation and mentioned that Elias was actually the youngest actor on set, which apparently shocked everybody during table read day because he really did not give youngest member vibes at all.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐅 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

The actors who seem to struggle the most with their roles were Towa and Subaru.

Subaru had been personally scouted by the director MULTIPLE times. He originally rejected the role because after reading the script he genuinely thought the character did not fit him and he would not be able to pull it off properly. “Yeah no this character does NOT fit me and I’m gonna flop this.”

But the director kept coming back trying to convince him over and over until Subaru finally agreed, and that was how they got Subaru Kagami.

Towa had the most insane academic background imaginable. Graduated from a top university, high GPA, currently studying MBA, and somehow still ended up in the entertainment industry entirely because his face card was too powerful 😭

Then there was Shion, who was a rising star at the time. Somebody introduced him to the director, although dream me forgot who because that part was blurry.

Production team had been struggling HARD to cast Shion’s role because:

The script was difficult to memorize due to the way the character spoke.

The character himself had really specific vibes and mannerisms.

Not everybody could deliver the role properly.

They went through THREE audition rounds and still could not find anyone suitable until Shion showed up and the director basically went “OH MY GOD FINALLY.”

Edward was one of the struggling actors at the time. He originally auditioned for Shion’s role because it was difficult and unique, but since nobody passed that audition round, he assumed he was done for too. Then the director decided he fit the NEET vampire energy better instead, and thus Edward Hart was born.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 + 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈: 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 + 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Dante was not only acting in the production but was ALSO funding and sponsoring the movie himself 😭

Apparently he was originally supposed to just be a cameo character, but the director loved his acting so much that he kept extending Dante’s screentime and writing more scenes for him.

Alan’s dad, Issei, was also a cameo role AND the technical director of the production.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐉𝐎: 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Jo got discovered in very random way. The visualist team and some staff members went to watch a musical theatre production and bumped into him while standing in line. They immediately looked at him and collectively decided “yeah this one belongs in TKDB.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈 + 𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎: 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Zenji did an interview where he exposed Yuri and Jiro for being complete idiots on set because they worked together so often that they constantly messed around before serious takes to loosen up 😭

Jiro’s hair was actually a wig, which was why Yuri kept bullying him about it during breaks.

These two also kept running around with medical props because they thought they looked cool, yelling “IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?” every five minutes like kindergarten children😭✋🏻

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Everybody on set also said Hyde and Zenji constantly reread their scripts during lunch breaks, especially Zenji because his lines were difficult to memorize.

Zenji could play guitar and drums, but had absolutely ZERO knowledge of traditional instruments, so he specifically learned how to play the biwa for the role.

Haku learned flute for the role too. And he had to wore contact lenses but they irritated his eyes so badly that his eyes kept getting watery, so he had to keep replacing lenses 😭 my poor boy.

Best singer on set was Lyca. He used to be an idol before branching into acting.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Romeo was extremely sweet toward the rest of the cast because he was already one of the seniors with many acting projects under his belt. He constantly apologized to and checked on Taiga after scenes because he had to yell at and curse him so much in-character 😭

They KEPT mentioning how young Taiga was compared to most of the actors he shared screentime with.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Kaito had to cut and dye his hair, which initially made him sad until he eventually got attached to the look.

Lucas had to take etiquette and manners classes immediately after auditions before he even knew if he secured the role or not.

Mio used to lay bricks at construction sites back when he had absolutely zero acting gigs. One of his friends told him to try auditions, so he did without expecting anything major and somehow ended up landing a role that would only appear in Season 2.

Apparently the production crew only contacted him after Season 1 was already halfway through airing. Thank God this man happened to still be available 😭

Mio also had the MOST draft character designs because the visualist team could not decide whether to keep his hair short or make it long.

Ritsu originally only attended auditions because his friend wanted company. The friend got absolutely nothing while Ritsu passed 😭

Rui was already somewhat well-known from romance dramas, so auditioning for TKDB was completely outside his usual image. He said he wanted to shake up his reputation because he did not want to stay permanently stuck “pretty male lead in romance dramas.”

Rui is also EXTREMELY allergic to alcohol and does not drink at all, but still attended bartender classes for the role anyway.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

The Leo Kurosagi character was designed SPECIFICALLY for Leo because he was a rising star everybody wanted at the time. Another character specifically designed around the actor was Moby.

Sho was Dante’s cousin irl, which had absolutely nothing to do with Hyde. Same situation as Zenji and Jiro (no relate).

Sho joked during interviews that he could not cook to save his life, although he could handle basic stuff, so after reading the script he asked his grandfather for cooking lessons to make scenes more believable.

He also got the role pretty easily because he already knew how to ride motorcycles and had actual mechanic knowledge.

People also bullied him because he had the most NGs due to his bandana constantly falling off mid-scene 😭

The weirdest detail in my dream was... MC was not even an actress.

She was literally an INSPECTOR working with the filming crew.

Which made me question WHO THE HELL was playing Honor Roll then???

At some point Rui asked Haru/Haku what they were talking about, and somehow the conversation circled all the way back to Alan being the biggest problem on set.

His real personality contrasted SO hard with his appearance that whenever he did something dumb everybody immediately lost their sht.

Some scenes literally removed Alan from set because people would look at him and instantly start laughing uncontrollably, causing endless NGs and bloopers 😭

Meanwhile the director would stare at Alan while everybody else was dying laughing and Alan would just go:

“What? I didn’t even do anything, I swear.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Apparently Alan’s wrists were too big for the accessories prop too, so staff had to run around trying to find replacements 😭

Taiga did his own nails to save hair and makeup time.

Also every gaming console/device used on set belonged to Ren personally because he brought all his own stuff to use as props.

Honestly does this count as nepo baby behavior because I would NEVER trust random people touching my gaming setup 😭

Some cast members were bilingual/trilingual too, including Haru, Kaito, and MAYBE Rui?? Dream me forgot that part. But Towa was a polyglot because this man collects talents like Pokémon cards.

Hodge and Podge were easter eggs named after the chairman of their company.

Yuri and Edward originally had WAY more screentime, but they signed NDAs so they “couldn’t tell me more.”

WHY DID MY DREAM INCLUDE LEGAL CONTRACTS?!!!

Yuri also liked fishing, and so did Edward, so the two of them would sometimes go fishing together.

Haru constantly complained about hair and makeup because the prosthetic arm took forever to apply and he apparently was not the type who could sit still and wait patiently for long periods.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ SMOKING SCENES ⊹ ࣪ ˖

There were originally more smoking scenes for Alan too but the actor himself did not smoke so they cut them.

Jin and Tohma had more smoking scenes as well, but they never knew when or where the director would actually use them. Tohma used herbal cigarettes because they were nicotine-free, but they tasted awful. Jin hated the smell and taste so much that he sometimes just used real tobacco instead.

I almost forgot someone very important: Kyklos and Flower Witch are both screenwriters of TKDB.

There was absolutely no mention of Chancellor anywhere in my dream. That man must be unemployed in my subconscious.

Anyway. That was my dream.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Rereading this made me remember there were actually SO many details in the dream that felt super clear while I was dreaming, but the second I woke up everything became blurry and fuzzy as hell 💀 So here are some scattered extra things I wrote down afterward because I’m pretty sure these also happened on set.

Zenji, Hyde, Jiro, and Ren were apparently the tallest people on set.

But while Zenji and Hyde constantly smacked their heads into door frames and random structures, Ren and Jiro somehow avoided this problem because they naturally slouched all the time 😭

The staff had to put warning signs around set so they would stop walking into things.

Taiga complained nonstop about how hard it was getting into skinny jeans when the weather was humid✋🏻

The person who smelled the BEST on set was Lyca.

Apparently he always carried hand cream around because of old habits from his idol days.

The person who taught Sho how to skate for that one specific scene was Kaito.

Apparently Kaito was super sporty irl which made it even funnier that he somehow ended up playing a character that wheezes after running for 5 seconds

Elias lost EVERY SINGLE UNO GAME.

Elias once accidentally grabbed a lollipop prop thinking it was real and spent several seconds confused about why it had absolutely no flavor.

Shion and Leo got along really well on set.

They were the ONLY actors with personal changing rooms.

The director offered Subaru one too, but he refused because he thought it was fine sharing with everyone else.

Apparently the cast members most likely to accidentally spoil things during interviews were: Jin, Tohma, Jo

Jo spoiled things because he wasn’t familiar with how movie interviews worked, so whenever interviewers asked sneaky bait questions he would just answer honestly 😭

Meanwhile Jin and Tohma mostly spoiled things by accident.

Slapping hands over each other’s mouths every time somebody almost leaked something.

Ren and Taiga were both picky eaters, but they adapted well enough to the filming environment that it never became a real issue.

MC was not only the Inspector on set, but also part of the visualist/costume design department.

Apparently most of the outfit concepts came from her.

And the entire creation/design process for Saburo was heavily influenced by her too.

Mio broke props CONSTANTLY during filming because he had so many fixing/repair scenes and the props were fragile as hell 💀

Subaru could not drink tea or coffee because he was extremely caffeine sensitive.

So most of the tea scenes in Hotarubi were apparently just cups of water.

Ritsu thought the Sinostra set was cool as hell because there were weapon props lying around everywhere inside the casino set.

Tohma may or may not have accidentally smacked other people in the head with his weapon props, especially Lucas since he has a lot of action scenes with the guy. Jin is just so used to it at this point.

Lucas apparently had to lose weight AND train to gain muscle for the role.

The production team gave him detailed workout instructions and even assigned him a personal trainer.

He said his body had never felt this toned before.

Hyde, Zenji and Romeo had more muscular builds than the actual character concept art, so production either made them lose weight or covered them up with clothing.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Lyca said his favorite scene was the prologue balcony jump.

Apparently it was a REAL balcony too

There were safety air cushions below and it wasn’t dangerously high

Haku, Zenji & Subaru

All three of them agreed their favorite scenes were the anomaly fight scenes because they got to use swords.

They all had to properly learn sword handling beforehand too.

Shion said his favorite scene was the fire breathing scene because he had never done anything like that before in his life.

It required tons of post-production and effects editing afterward, but he still nailed the practical part on the first try.

Elias and Lucas refused to answer because “it would violate NDA”

Alan said basically every action scene was fun for him. He enjoyed almost all of them.

He also may or may not have asked Sho to drive him around the filming set on the motorcycle!!

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐓𝐊𝐃𝐁 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤!!

precognition!reader who feels like the grim reaper: a walking visionary who can see people's deaths. After many repeated attempts, they just learn to shut up and walk past; what good does warning people do if none of it works?

Yet it all happened so quickly: a new vision. New people, people who they barely recognized. The Flying Graysons. A circus accident, flying in the air like Icarus flying too close to the sun. An orphan, the sole survivor of the family.

In the corner of precognition!reader's eye, they could spot Bruce Wayne—the billionaire of Gotham. Watching, waiting, as if considering something. They don't know what happened in them; the spark that suddenly jolted their hand in writing the letter. Maybe it was the pity they felt for the small child, but they asked—begged Bruce to adopt the poor boy. They didn't mention his name specifically, keeping it as broad as possible.

When Bruce first received the letter, he categorized it as fan mail, brow raised as his eyes skimmed through precognition!reader's pleas. Another delusional fan letter he threw away, nothing new.

Yet when the events that precognition!reader predicted played out right before his eyes, his heart stopped beating for just a moment. A sudden harsh wind of déjà vu hitting him as he remembers precognition!reader's warning.

So, he did as he was told and adopted the boy.

Does he regret it? No. But he waits, waits for another letter—perhaps explaining the sudden urgency and why precognition!reader wrote to him, or perhaps, who this mysterious letter was from. In his mind, he doubted it; maybe it was just a coincidence? Yet the events they predicted seemed to line up too well, even if a little vague.

precognition!reader who gets visions before Batman and Robin patrol, knowing how the whole fight sequence would play out before the two even started moving.

precognition!reader who knows that Bruce Wayne is Batman, and the child they convinced Bruce to adopt, Dick Grayson, is Robin. They watch Dick Grayson grow up, under the new alias Nightwing, and they watch as he starts to inch away from Bruce, growing distant.

precognition!reader who gets another vision: a boy stealing a car tire from the Batmobile. Another poor boy who was doing all he can just to get by.

precognition!reader who decides to write another letter: "Adopt him."

Two words. Two words were all it took for Bruce to start getting suspicious: just who are they? Why were they sending him these letters? The paranoia creeps into his mind.

He needs to investigate.

As he's about to get into the Batmobile, he sees him: Jason Todd.

And once more, he does as he's told. He doesn't know why. How did they know? Why were they doing this?

precognition!reader hearing articles about Bruce's new kid. A new Robin with Batman—they weren't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

precognition!reader who gets a terrifying vision: there lies Robin bleeding as the Joker holds a crowbar in his hand, torturing the poor boy. Precognition!reader heart quickens as they watch Bruce cradle Jason, dead in his arms, blood running across his whole body.

precognition!reader who knows they're unable to prevent it, but can hopefully lessen the pain Bruce would go through.

As Bruce checks the new letter, five letters haunt him to his very core:

"It's not your fault, Bruce."

And as he cradles a dying Jason Todd in his hands, his mind repeats those very same words like a broken record player: It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce. It's not your fault, Bruce.

He spirals into madness reading the letter over and over again, spending his time analyzing every single detail. The handwriting, the parchment of paper used, the pen that was used.

precognition!reader who was smart enough to use gloves, unable to be tracked for now.

Bruce searched the return address. A random location for every single letter, no correlation whatsoever.

When Bruce first found Tim, he initially thought he was the one who wrote the letters, based on the way he accurately predicted Bruce's alter ego.

Though, he soon found out his intuition was wrong when he received the next letter:

"He's not me."

He felt as if he was going mad. He didn't show it, but he was frustrated.

precognition!reader who weaseled through Bruce's fingers like falling sand for so many years—who seemed to have omniscient knowledge based on the letters he was being sent.

Working with his new Robin, he tried to figure out the identity of the mysterious writer.

precognition!reader who stops writing to Bruce.

Bruce starts to gets paranoid. Tim is also intrigued by precognition!reader, and Dick has heard tidbits of them from the small amount of times he would visit.

Even when Jason gets resurrected, precognition!reader refrains from sending a letter, deciding to shake the family off their tail.

For a while, precognition!reader stayed low, up until Bruce and the rest of the family forgot about their existence. They focused on themselves despite the many visions they seemed to get every day—for some reason, it was all centered around Bruce again.

precognition!reader who gets a vision of a random child. Black hair, what seemed to be Arabic roots. They had no idea who this random child was. He didn't seem to be in any innate danger, only training intensively for something they weren't able to make out, so they ignored the vision, thinking nothing of it.

precognition!reader who soon places the puzzle pieces together. The child they were watching was the child of Bruce Wayne.

precognition!reader who decides to write one final letter—their fatal mistake:

"Take care of him."

And just like Bruce expected, he adopted a new son, Damian Wayne. Yet, unlike all the other adoptions, this one was different: he was now dead set on finding who precognition!reader was, the rest of the family involved.

They each scouted their own little sections, Damian scouting with Bruce. They all wanted to meet precognition!reader—the mysterious letter writer who predicted their whole lives before it even happened. They all felt some sort of connection with them despite barely even knowing them.

precognition!reader who goes MIA, much to the dismay of Bruce, and it seemed permanent this time.

Tim who analyzes precognition!reader's final letter very carefully. He analyzed the letters; it was written with a fountain pen. He traced the handwriting carefully with his index finger before scrolling through a database of people in Gotham with similar handwritings.

The way precognition!reader would write a specific letter, or how the words slightly tilted down as they wrote without the red guideline commonly on red notebook sheets. He spent countless nights comparing, reading, testing.

precognition!reader who receives a chilling new vision:

precognition!reader, tied up in the Wayne Manor's kitchen, with Bruce affectionately petting their head, whispering "Welcome home."

────── ₊˚⊹ ✶ ──────

Betas were pretty rare now, they started off as the dominant second gender, but as time grew so did the power of evolution. Everyone starts off in the womb as a beta, then months down the line you unlock your social status. Sometimes, you just get stuck as the runt. There have been few cases of people opening their second gender later in life, though only within a very specific fate of events.

It's not all bad. Apparently, Mydei's and Phainon's scent was so extreme that a lot of people couldn't stand near them for a certain amount of time. Alpha's get antsy, compliment or aggressive. Omegas have gone into heat on the spot, rolling over motionless as their hormones take over. Now, they're pretty good at controlling their smell, or so everyone says.

It never bothered you to begin with, your nose not suited to judge others. You couldn't read emotions if it wasn't present on their face, which in this day and age is more of a talent than anything; at least, that's what Phainon says to make you feel better.

For a beta to get this far in life is pretty astonishing. You realise you had a lot of help from your two friends. They've been able to sniff you out when you're in danger, or their scent that lingers on your clothes is enough to stop any intelligent bandit or monster. However, even when you're feeling down about it, even when the world criticizes you for 'using' two alphas to your advantage, they both have been there to keep you reeled in.

"Why do you even bother trying to lie to us," Mydei huffs, crossing his arms over his puffed out chest, "You have a smell, too. It's not like we don't know what you're feeling."

"That's unfair," you sigh, shoulders slumping, "Maybe I just don't want to talk about it, ever think of that?"

Phainon nods, his arms coming to drape over your shoulders from behind, rubbing his cheek against yours, "Everyone is allowed to have their secrets."

You roll your eyes, going back to polishing your sword with the rag while he lounges against you, "It's not even a secret, just the usual shit." You go silent for a moment, feeling their eyes burn holes into for more information. It should have been common knowledge by now that you won't get out of anything from them, so you gently place your sword down groan, "Fine! I walked past one of your fan groups today. An omega was saying how I was only holding back your true potential, that with me on the battlefield then you can't go all out."

Both of them opened their mouths to speak, you held up your hand to zip them shut.

"And before you say anything; yes, I know that I'm strong too. Yes, I know I can fight. Yes, I know they're just 'jealous' that I get to hang around you." You can't make eye contact with either of them, knowing that you might just crack if you do, "... It doesn't always help. I'm okay with that, though. This is the life I chose and I can deal with all the shit thrown my way."

Phainon buried his face in your neck, sniffling into one of your more sensitive parts, the scent glands. You shivered from the contact, he didn't seem to mind as he practically cried, "You're so strong, (Y/n)! But you know, you still have to take care of your mental health, too. I think you should stay away from those people for a while."

Mydei stood from his spot on the grass and walked over, ruffling your hair with his hand before dragging it down your face and to trace your neck, "We haven't been around because of the recent attacks, so our scent is waning from you. Here, we'll ward them off."

You shook your head out of their grip and rolled to the side, away from them, "I don't need you to scare anyone away by smothering me. I think your scent only makes them more mad."

"It's natural biology for an alpha to cover what's theirs in their smell, you can't just tell us to stop," Phainon argues, shrugging like it's the most obvious thing.

With a laugh, you stand and pick up your sword, "Since when am I yours?"

They both silently looked to each other, communicating in a language you would never understand. Mydei tells you, "You've been our beta longer than you've been alone."

"Yep~" Phainon teases, "Should have thought about that before you became our friend."

Yeah, right. One day these two will find their omegas, they'll create a beautiful family and you can be the cool, beta uncle that showers the kids in annoying gifts to rile up their parents. "Sure, whatever," you dismiss, now taking on an offensive stance, "So, we sparring or what?"

...

Storm season is fast approaching in this part of the land. You three had been sent out patrol the far, outer lands on a 'boys' camping trip'. The trek made you sweaty, the days humid and the nights cold, yet you didn't stop until you reached an open cave near the top of the mountain.

Forests surround you, rushing rivers and falls heard in the distance, and the sounds of insects chirping were drowning your ears. You had abandoned your shirt long ago, rolling yourself in insect repellent that did well to make your two companions scrunch up their noses in distaste.

As you set down the heavy bags in the cave, the sun setting in the distance, you noticed some faded, rock drawings on the walls. Walking up to them, you see crude images of stick figure deaths, a chimera with little hearts around it and a spurting dick. Phainon placed his hand on your shoulder, "Mydei drew the penis."

You both look over to see him skulling his sack of water, giving you both the middle finger. You purse your lips, "Even though I've known you for so long, it's always weird to see such a childish side of you."

After setting up camp, you realise how much you may have missed when you weren't able to accompany them on missions. This place is gorgeous, and they only tell tales of greater environments, it left you feeling a sense of awe and a pang of sadness. When they laugh together, bicker, playfully shove at each other, you can see it the way everyone else sees it.

Two, great alphas Mydei and Phainon - plus you. Little, ol' beta you.

It's nothing to get worked up over. Not a big deal, not an issue at all. You notice they've stopped talking and are looking at you with concern. Fuck. Why are you having this crisis now of all times? They can definitely smell you, they know what you're feeling and they're expecting an answer.

You smile at them widely, "Sorry, I just got lost in a daydream." Can they smell when you lie, too? If so, they speak nothing of it.

...

Being able to swim in such beautiful, clean water was a luxury you didn't know you needed. The baths and streams around Okhema were amazing, there's no doubt about it. Hot springs sent from natural sources, lotions and soaps created from the best ingredients, but this... This was something altogether new.

The water was a cold that made your muscles relax, the flavour refreshing and dare you say, curative. The sound was a delightful white noise of rushing water and splashing ripples from either of you or the fish that swim by.

On the shore, Phainon was the last to disrobe, the three of you deciding to skinny dip as a fun, good morning. You greet him with a smile as he resurfaces from bombing into the water, shaking your face of stray droplets, "Are you sure it's alright for us all to be here? I really think one of us should keep watch at the cave."

He lays on his back, closing his eyes while he floats around you, "Don't stress, there are others at points around the outer city. Someone is always watching from one direction or another."

"I see... I guess I'm just wor-" your voice is cut off as your ankle is suddenly grabbed and you're yanked down under the surface. You see the blurry image of Mydei, the red tattooed lines on his skin the main stand out for the fuzzy, underwater alpha.

The two of you duke it out - poorly - until you both resurface and you're gasping for air. He huffs out a breath of his own, hiding any semblance of exhaustion, "You're going to need to fight better than that if you want to get on our level."

As if coming to your rescue, Phainon swims over to him, "Oh, please, as if it's normal for someone to be capable of fighting under water." He then winks to you before shoving the blonde's head down, effectively drowning him out.

The three of you relax around the falls, floating idly in the water side-by-side. You think you could fall asleep, except your nose twitches at an interesting smell. You've smelt it before, very faintly and only when they really push it. What can be excruciatingly stunning to others, you only get a whiff of as a beta; the smell of these alphas.

Mydei and Phainon are a rare sort, extremely strong and capable of power beyond mosts comprehension. A few people are rare like that, some omegas even being too intoxicating for the outside world. It's a pleasant smell, to you, something you not-so-secretly indulge in whenever you get the chance. It also makes you feel slightly more normal.

You wade over and gently rest your head on the upper part of Mydei's stomach, closing your eyes and sighing happily, "I don't get why people can't be around you guys if you're too strong. I like your smell."

Phainon playfully pouts at you choosing Mydei, coming over to join you and rest his head on his chest. He inhales the Kremnoan's scent, smiling serenely, "Omega's and Alpha's never really stop developing their senses until their mid 30's. The older you get, even smells like perfumes can become too much, let alone the emotions of someone with tremendous power."

"Does that mean you guys aren't holding back anymore if I can smell you?"

Mydei moves a wet hand to pet your head, "We don't need to hold back up here."

"Besides," Phainon gazes at you with a fondness in his eyes, "It's nice to share something so personal with someone close, don't you think?"

They can't just relax like this around anyone, and since you all spend most of your time in the city, you hardly get a chance to get a whiff of them. A giddy smile decorates your face, your eyes closing as you relax once more, "Yeah, I agree."

...

On the third day you notice something odd. Your friend's seem to be more agitated, little offsets leading to snarling and biting, every twig snap or rustle has them staring in that direction in case of a particular threat.

You've never seen them like this.

They must be stressed by all the work that's been unloaded onto them. An argument broke out five minutes ago about something you didn't understand, the two deciding to take a walk to cool off and collect more firewood. You decide that this is the perfect time to help them out, picking up a sword and attaching it to your waist before heading out on a patrol. When you get back, they can relax at the duties already being fulfilled.

You don't know the area very well, however, you did accompany them the past couple of nights so you have an idea of where to go. You're not too stressed about getting lost, the trail somewhat visible to someone like you, who has been taught overcome these kinds of obstacles. What you didn't expect was that it gets darker quicker under the canopy of trees.

It appeared you had an hour of daylight left, yet only fifteen minutes later and you noticed a dramatic change. The mountains are certainly an interesting place to be, you're usually stationed closer to the city and nearer the fallen towns.

With the darkness comes fauna that arouse at night, a particular croak gaining your attention. You crouch down with interest, seeing a teal coloured frog with a lighter stomach hop into a puddle. It was smaller than the palm of your hand, yet the sound it made was so loud you would never expect it to come from such a tiny creature.

Your admiration was halted as you hear heavy thumping from deeper in the brush. It's fast, leaves and sticks being moved and thrown out of the way to make room for whatever is coming at you. You quickly draw your sword and take a defensive stance, readying for whatever may be in store.

If it's a boar or something similar, you could climb one of the thicker trees and make your way around by jumping branches. If it's something more like a giant bush cat, then you would have no choice but to fight it.

Turns out, it was neither. Before you had the opportunity to lay eyes on it, there is ablur of movement and your weapon is thrusted from your hand, flying off and landing into the dark distance. You're immediately incapacitated, wrist close to snapping and arm yanked back as you're brought to your knees.

Mydei is snarling aggressively in your ear, holding you down like some convict trying to escape. He spits his words like venom, "What the fuck did you think you were doing? Are you stupid?! Leaving the nest like that wandering off on your own!"

You cry out in pain as he tightens his grip, the sound and pheromones you let off making him back off slightly but not letting go.

Before you can ask what the hell is going on, Phainon appears behind you and walks around so he can kneel at your front. He tenderly cradles your face and looks over you for any other injuries, "Don't hurt him, Mydei. He made a stupid decision but it wasn't his fault."

A breath of relief leaves you when he finally lets go. You slump and cradle your aching arm, flinching when Mydei falls to his knees behind you and resting his face in the crook of your neck. He mumbles into your flesh, "Why did you leave like that? You could have gotten hurt."

With a new found annoyance, you flick Phainon's hands away from you and shrug the other off your back, "What the fuck??? Why are you both acting like I just up and left?"

"Because you did up and leave," Mydei growls, only halting when he and Phainon meet with a hard glare. He tuts and stands, making sure you have nowhere to run if you decided to flee, "We should have just been outright with him from the beginning."

You didn't like the sound of that. Without a word, you look to Phainon for an answer, Mydei is acting too impulsive for your liking right now. Phainon stands before you, both of them now crowding any escape with how close they are, "In truth, we brought you up here because we knew our ruts were coming and we wanted you with us."

"P-Pardon?" It was so incredulous you were sure you heard wrong. But, what else could he have said? "You do know what I am, right? We've only known each other for a couple of decades so be honest if you need a reminder."

Mydei scoffs and grabs you by the back of your shirt, hefting you to your tippy toes to growl, "Our Beta's got jokes. If you can jest then you can mate."

"WHAT?!" You kick your feet comically in the air, trying to find some sort of purchase, "I can't mate - I physically cannot mate! Not with an Alpha!!"

Phainon chimes in giddily, "Two Alphas! Don't worry, we'll ensure you're thoroughly pregnant by the end of this rut."

Body limits aside, being a beta means your reproductive organs aren't open to be used. They're sitting inside you, dormant. For some reason, you don't think they see that as a drawback, instead viewing your biology as more of a challenge to be tackled.

...

Day six and you're sore. Your legs, which have been in every position possible. Your arms, which are restrained when they're doing anything that's not fucking you. Your poor, poor hole, which hasn't been dry in days. Your oversensitive cock, now you can't tell what liquid comes out, your last orgasm streaming like piss on the rock below.

Phainon drags his hot, wet tongue up your neck, moaning as he slips his erected cock into you again. Your mouth hangs open, arse clenching when he's stopped by his knot hitting your rim. He's got you in a full nelson, your thighs over his own, a sound of discomfort coming from you at the stretch of his knot trying to enter you.

He shudders, lightly humping upwards, "Do you smell that, Mydei? He's changing."

Mydei flops his own dick in your face, tracing his leaking tip along the bone of your cheek before he slips his length between your lips, "How interesting. All our darling beta needed was a little push."

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as they fuck you again, your pretty, little hole gaping ever larger to accommodate them.

...

The cold, wet soil near the falls was blissful on your overheating skin. You've never felt this hot before, you assume it's a fever coming on from being under these two for however many days now. Mydei has you on your back, tongue swirling and mouth slurping at your puckered arse.

It was nice to just relax and be tended to, as fucked up as that seems. Phainon was behind him, washing his own body and admiring the scene before him.

Mydei licks a stripe from your hole, up the length of your taint and to your flaccid cock. He coos patronisingly, kissing the sensitive tip and making you jolt, "Poor sweetheart, have we been too rough with you?"

It's too little too late to ask you that now. You stick with your mission of giving them the silent treatment unless necessary, turning your head away and closing your eyes, thinking back on the coolness of the soil.

Until, "A-Ahh! S-Stop!" You moan, hands going to his hair and yanking as hard as you can, trying to stop him from swallowing your cock and drinking it over and over again. The way his tongue and cheeks move against your flesh has you throbbing and twitching in his mouth. "I can't, I can't," you breathe, swaying your head side to side as if to deny the oncoming torture.

But you can't, even half-hard he has you spurting your cum down his throat. You hold his head down with each half-hearted thrust, only to pull again before another tingling jolt of your hips.

When you can open your eyes again, you pleadingly gaze to Phainon, who had paused his washing to stare solely at you both. His eyes dart to meet yours, mind working overtime to bring him out of his daze and pull lightly on his companion, "Hey, save some for me, okay? Let him recuperate a bit."

Mydei flies his elbow back, not getting off you. At this, Phainon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and locks the blonde's head with his elbow, flipping him back into the water.

You take a deep breath as they start to wrestle. Now you can rest again, you rarely get time to yourself now. When they sleep, sometimes, you're still plugged with one of them inside you, cockwarming throughout the night. Otherwise, when they go hunting, you might be tied tightly inside the cave, though there is usually at least one of them with you.

A gentle rain starts, the drops hitting your heated face. You need this, the rain a lot cooler than the falls as it collects in the sky. Lately, you've been feeling weird, unwell, hot. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

Not to mention their scent. The boys' sweat, bodies, just everything about them is becoming less off putting and more desirable than ever. If you're honest, you're scared with what's happening.

...

They had both left you in the cave, the rain a perfect mask for hunting good meat right now.

"Need to keep our darling's energy up!"

You're not sure when, but some time after they left you were reeling in some sort of pain. Not like being slashed by a sword, or thrown by an enemy, but more like a strange punch to the gut. It blossomed within you and bloomed around your body, effecting your head and pelvis the most.

Breathing became difficult, your chest rising and falling quickly, you couldn't focus on how to fix it. No, not with the gnawing pain and discomfort in your gut.

You had wormed your way towards the entrance but the rope only let you go so far. They didn't give you enough leeway to get more than halfway through the cave, which meant you couldn't get any rain to cool you down.

What you did find, however, was their sashes they didn't wear today. Your nose twitched, and you reached your tied wrists over so your fingers could grab the red fabric and scrunched it to your face, moaning in absolute delight. Quickly, you secured the blue and gold one and weaved it between your legs, covering as much of your body as you could.

You're not sure when they came back, only realising they were standing ominously at the entrance of the cave when their musk started to seep heavier than the sashes you were breathing. The rain hadn't let up, both of them drenched and Mydei holding the antlers of a dead deer beside him.

Your jaw trembles, tears running down your cheeks as you whimper, "What's happening to me?"

It's only when you talk do they enter, dropping the carcass to the side before carefully kneeling down to cradle you. Your ropes are torn off and you sit between the two men, both leaning so they can run their teeth over the scent glands in your neck.

You whine as Mydei gently nibbles you, a low groan causing your cock to leak rivulets down your shaft, "Perfect for biting now."

Phainon reaches to gasp your cock, smoothly jerking up the length before circling his fingers along the glands, "I knew your unawaken second gender was this. You just had to be an omega, what with the way you were taunting us; begging to be bred."

Unawaken... Omega? No, that's-

"Hah~ Please..." You lift your hips when you feel fingers enter inside you, easily stretching you open now.

"Please...mommy please put it on..."Jake begged,tears coming out of his eyes,over stimulated by you fingering him with almost your whole hand.You coked at him as you continued with the scissoring motion with your fingers "Awn puppy,I have to stretch you properly or my strap won't fit"you tell him, teasingly rubbing a digit on his abused prostate.

To give a bit of background information,after seeing a few videos on the internet,you proposed the idea of you pegging your boyfriend Jake.The man at first was taken aback since he had never even thought about being a sub in his life,but he did agree to it after some talking.You two looked for strap on and ended up buying a twelve inch one per your partner's request,which did surprise you.

Despite his initial skepticism,Jake was taking a submissive position really well,better than he thought,he even found out he had an extreme mommy kink and that he loved being called puppy.

You finally removed your fingers from his hole,hearing him whimper at the feeling of emptiness."Are you ready pup?"You ask him,stroking his thigh "Put it in...put it in mommy"Jake replied even though he was already overstimulated.

You smiled softly at Jake, pulling him into a kiss as you slowly put the strap in him, muffling any sounds from coming out.As you wanted,it slid in easily,already hitting deep in him.When you finally pulled away from the kiss,you had left the man breathless "I-I- didn't expect it to be t-that big"he breathed out exasperatedly.

Before he could say anything else,you started thrusting inside him,making sure to hit his prostate.Jake moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets "Yes.Yes.Yeees~"he repeated over and over,letting the pleasure take over his body.

Jake was in heaven, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes.His body was on fire,his tummy filled with sparks of pleasure,he couldn't even breathe since he was being suffocated by lust.Sweat dripped from his skin,making loose hair stick to his forehead.His insides were becoming mush.

"M-m-mommy~ I feel s-so good~"Jake moaned "Please please~ harder~"he begged, arching his back and throwing his head back."I knew you would like this pup"you comment,speeding up your thrusts just like the other begged.Tears streamed from the man's eyes from the overwhelming feeling,moaning even louder than before.

This went better than you thought it would,you're kind of relieved,you thought you'd be met with extreme rejection.It turned you on how submissive Jake was to you,moaning your name,squirming around the bed and rolling his eyes,all of it could make you cum untouched,but today will all be about him.

"I'm so close..."Jake breathed out,feeling his cock twitching,nearing his orgasm "Then cum puppy~ Cum for mommy~"you growled,slamming into his prostate.The only thing that could be heard in the room were both of your sinful sounds and the bed creaking as if it was breaking in any moment.

With one final cry,Jake came all over your stomach while arching his back.He collapsed afterwards from all of the exertion,his body trembling from the orgasm."You did such a good job Jakey~"You praise him,pulling him into a warm, comforting hug "I told you you were going to like it"you added,giving him a quick peck on his lips.

Jungwon strokes himself, your eyes catching the motion as he lines up and sinks back into you without warning. The stretch is overwhelming, his cock dragging against your soaked, swollen walls, and you arch, dizzy, a gasp tearing from your throat. “Please,” you whine, half-begging, half-lost, not even sure what you’re asking for anymore.

“Still so tight,” he mutters, hand sliding down your belly, pausing just above your pelvis, pressing like he can feel himself inside you. “Fucking made for me.”

Your mind’s a haze, words slipping through your fingers like water. All you can do is feel—him, the pressure, the heat. His fingers dip lower, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit while he’s buried deep, and you jerk beneath him, a sob catching in your throat. His grin widens, wicked and proud. “You know what I’m gonna do to you, right?” he breathes. “We’re not stopping until you’re pregnant.”

You shake your head—maybe no, maybe yes, you can’t fucking tell—and his grip tightens on your waist, holding you still. He means it, and the thought sends a pulse of heat through you, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. “Look at you. Can’t even form a sentence,” he says, mock pity dripping from his tone as he thrusts slow and deep, savoring the way your body trembles. “All fucked out and I haven’t even cum yet.”

His lips find your collarbone, kissing, nipping, sucking until the skin blooms red. Then, voice low and steady, he says, “Relax, love. You’re going to be a mother by the time I’m done with you.” It’s not comforting—it’s a promise, and it makes your breath hitch, a mix of moan and sob that only spurs him on. His hips snap harder, more purposeful, his hand cradling your cheek as he forces you to meet his gaze.

“You want it, don’t you?” he whispers, eyes dark and unrelenting. “Want me to fill you up, make sure you feel me dripping out every time you try to walk?” Your hips buck up, greedy despite yourself, legs folding tighter against your chest in a mating press that feels too intimate, too raw.

“Greedy thing,” he mutters, kissing the corner of your mouth, his voice softening just enough to make your heart stutter. “You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you? All of it. Again and again until I’m sure it took.”

Your cries are softer now, helpless, each one fueling his hunger. His breath quickens, hips stuttering as the pressure builds. “So good for me,” he pants, hands gripping your thighs, parting them wider. “My perfect little breeding toy. Look at you…”

You lose track of your orgasms, each one blurring into the next, your body shaking, mind blank. He keeps going, whispering filthy promises, and even when you think you can’t take more, he’s not done. But after every round, he kisses you—soft, slow, tender—his lips the only part of him that’s gentle.

“You did so good for me,” he murmurs into your hair, even as his hands slide back to your thighs, spreading them again. “But we’re not done, baby. Not yet.”

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