#brother!reader

I think he'd be a great dad to racoon reader! May actually help them learn some manners and communication skills <-(silly) plus Brucie Wayne with his baby racoon? Adorable!

#RACCON IS OUT OF THE BAG!

BATFAMILY X RACCOON!READER

Local animal shapeshifter found by rich father

AU: robins au || all batboys are robins

Sleeping peacefully, the robins had gone to school. You(6) were in raccoon form.

Damian (14), had specifically made you sleep in his room while dick (17) gave you fruit snacks in a small bin for you whenever you woke up.

Jason(16), lent you a simple pajama set of Batman pajamas, but it was too big on you. But omggg Jason felt his heart soften at how cute you looked.

Tim(15) had put a small camera in Damian’s room, just for you because who knows what could happen. And while you slept peacefully, that’s when the ‘keep the racccoon’ secret spilled over a simple afternoon.

The big bat had found you, curled up with your tail over your stomach. He’d just assume you’re some feral animal that, in fact, Damian took in without his permission again.

Sighing, he picked you up by the scruff of your neck, making you wake up so scared.

You were so scared that you poofed into your human form, still keeping your precious tail and ears. Your cute beady eyes and still with baby chub to the face.

You could kill a villain with your looks.

And you killed his stern face immediately as he soon found himself spoiling you rotten.

The robins came in shocked to see you sitting on their father’s lap, eating the fruit snacks with a whole handful and you watching Bluey.

Bruce wasn’t even mad, just disappointed that they kept a potential member for the family.

He soon realized you had no manners and had broken English when speaking.

Your English was fine, it’s just you couldn’t speak it well to put it into words.

So he would hire a professional speech therapist or have Alfred teach you some simple phrases.

No longer you speaking, “me no like” or “y/n doesn’t”. It’s more of you actually speaking to people.

Now you're learning manners was hard.

When Bruce says hard, he means hard.

He tried to teach you table manners, only for you to crash out and throw your hands up and down while making gibberish words.

Sometimes you try to run away in raccoon form, only to get caught easily.

Bruce was sure you were mentally 4 while being the physical age of 6.

Either way, he loves you despite the weirdness you bring to the table.

He’d sometimes even bring you to a meeting, and no one would say a damn thing.

Could be at a meeting as Bruce Wayne or as Batman, but his child comes first.

He’s likely to have his door open so you can come into his bed whenever you have nightmares. It’s that simple.

He loves his rodent shapeshifter child.

Your not a bad influence on your younger brothers you swear you just need them to live a little (platonic!batboys x wb!reader)

School’s almost over, and somehow all three of my little brothers have managed to go their entire academic careers without skipping a single class. Not once. Not even a harmless “oops, I missed math because I was totally in the library” kind of skip.

Take Tim, for example. He’s the perfect student smart, polite, and way too considerate for his own good. With all his medical conditions, he could easily get away with sneaking out of class. All he’d have to do is say he’s going to the nurse, and no one would question it. But no, not Tim. When you suggested it, he said, “What if someone actually needs to go to the nurse and I’m already out just wandering around? It wouldn’t be fair.”

A solid retort to that? “We have like four different nurses, Tim. Is it really that big of a deal?”

Then there’s Duke. Poor guy’s terrified of breaking any rules. He’s genuinely afraid to walk around the school because he thinks his coach might see him or someone might ask, “Why aren’t you in class?” or “Are you skipping?” or “Didn’t I see you last during track and field?” He’s so scared of being caught that trying to turn him into even a slightly rebellious kid is a full-time job.

Damian, on the other hand, is the easiest to sway. When there’s a substitute teacher, all it takes is grabbing him by the collar like a bear cub and saying, “Hey, can I borrow this one from you?” Before the teacher can even respond, we’re already gone. Damian doesn’t even get mad civics class is boring anyway. You take him to all my favorite skipping spots and hideouts around the school. One day, when he’s a senior, he’ll need a good place to take a break.

Eventually, You manage to rope both Tim and Duke into it with Damian’s help, of course. Duke’s rambling the whole time about what’ll happen if we get caught, while Tim’s trying to embrace his inner rebel. “What if we get detention?” Tim asks, half excited, half horrified. Duke’s practically shaking behind you, terrified someone with any authority might notice him.

“Relax,” you tell him “We can just skip detention too. Don’t worry—I’ve got the perfect hideout.”

"Remember my rule, boys: y'all better not snitch!" They nod their heads eagerly.

Pairing: male!brother!DannyPhantom!reader x brother!Mark Grayson, platonic Graysons and everyone.

Warnings: experiments (mentioned), bad parents, crazy Cecil as always, death, bullying (mentioned)

Authors note: I’m a fan of Mark Grayson. And I love Danny Phantom. And I just HAD to pair this shows up somehow. It’s not like Danny weren’t in every god existing fandom, right? It was supposed to be a series but I’m a lazy BUM. Also, how are we feeling about this new look?

Mark Grayson, who learns from Cecil that he has a younger brother whose existence he was unaware of. The first thought that crossed his mind was that his father had been unfaithful, but Cecil refuted that theory.

Mark Grayson, who becomes even more angry about the whole situation when he learns that it was an “experiment” in which Cecil’s people took DNA from his father and a female scientist at the lab—who was willing to participate—and created a human being. Not exactly a test-tube baby, since the woman did carry the child to term. Just so they could grow their own Viltrumite in the lab—one that wouldn't resist and would always obey orders. Without a doubt. Without a question.

Mark Grayson, who nearly strangled Cecil but held back only because—as Cecil went on to explain—the experiment had, to some extent, failed. Yes, they had managed to create a human being from viltrumite and human DNA, but the woman became attached to the child and refused to continue cooperating or participating in the experiment, so she ran away. Then they pretended to let her and the test subject go, but continued to keep an eye on them.

Mark Grayson, who had heard the story of how the boy was born and how his mother — a crazy woman, a scientist who believed in ghosts—turned out to have already been married to a like-minded man, and they already had a daughter. The man was even crazier than his wife. He told how both of the parents would constantly lock themselves in the basement of their own house and run experiments, creating new inventions to catch ghosts, and live inside their own little world while their daughter looked after her younger brother.

Mark Grayson, who breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that, despite everything, the boy had grown up to be normal—as normal as one can be with parents like that. He is now 14 (almost 15) years old and goes to school with his friends just like any other kid.

Mark Grayson, who also discovered that the boy lacked the potential for Viltrumite powers when scientists found out that, for some reason, Viltrumite DNA had mixed with human DNA and neutralized the part responsible for superpowers.

Mark Grayson was only too happy about this, since he didn't want his brother to suffer the same fate as he had, or to become a pawn in the hands of the organization.

Mark Grayson, who—before leaving—threatened Cecil one last time, telling him not to pull that kind of bullshit again and not to ruin the kids’ life, then flew to his mom’s house to tell her about his brother, whose existence he had only just learned about.

Debbie Grayson, who had listened to the story about the inhumane experiment and the poor boy and girl with anger and a mother’s righteous indignation, but told Mark that he shouldn’t scare the boy. It would be a huge shock for him, and she didn’t want the boy to have to go through that.

Mark Grayson, who looked down but nodded in agreement with his mother. He really shouldn't have any contact with his brother—even though he wanted it very much—because it would be a huge emotional blow to the child. I mean, who wouldn't go crazy upon learning that they were created in a lab using an alien's DNA—and that their mother agreed to it—only to end up as a mindless soldier for the organization? Thank God that didn't actually happen, of course, but the fact remains.

Mark Grayson, who disobeyed his mother and "just happened" to run into his brother while taking a walk near his brother's school. "It just happened by accident, I swear!" he kept telling himself as he chatted with his younger brother, and he told himself the same thing when he grew closer to him and started spending time with him often.

Mark Grayson, who loves his brother and is ready to protect him from the whole world if necessary.

Mark Grayson, who actually doesn't know much about you or your family.

You, who lived a more or less normal life,—if you don't count your crazy parents—went to school and had friends. Sure, one jock bullied you and his friends laughed at you, but that doesn't matter! You had loyal friends and a loving older sister.

You, who were happy with that kind of life and didn't want to change a thing. Well, except for becoming more popular and going on a date with your crush… but that's just typical teenage stuff.

You, who were in the basement with your parents, watching them build a portal to the other world. Listening skeptically to their stories about a breakthrough in science! About how they would finally be able to see, catch, and study a ghost! But wasn't surprised to see that the portal didn't even turn on.

You, who, watching your parents' backs as they walked away, decided to check for yourself whether it worked or not, put on a protective suit, went inside, and examined the invention. As you ran your hand along the cold, iron walls, you suddenly pressed a button by accident—and the portal sparked to life.

You, who died in this very portal. But not completely.

You, who woke up lying on the cold floor, feeling strange, as if you weren't supposed to be there. Alive. As you slowly stood up, leaning against the wall with your hand to keep from falling, your hand suddenly passed right through it. Like a ghost.

You, who were supposed to be dead but woke up in the world of the living, changed.

You, the one who became half-ghost. Defender of the world of the living, and king of the afterlife.

You, who hide your true self from your parents—you know they'll kill you.

You tried, honestly, to tell them about it—but, to no avail. The words of your friends and sister’s, along with your own assumptions, have led you to lead a double life.

You, who befriended an older teenager, Mark Grayson, and the two of you quickly became friends—without yet realizing how it would change your life.

But would it be for the better?

You were adopted after the battle of New York by the Bishops, having lost your own parents in the battle. It was a bond that you and Kate could share and one of the first things you really talked about together once you were ready.

It was a rough transition for everyone and you didn't settle in easily. Things were awkward and tense and everyone didn't really know how to act about it. Kate mostly just wanted to talk a lot and show you whatever she was passionate about, which was most of the time her archery stuff.

Kate was the one who ended up somewhat haphazardly managing to get you social.

She was a little awkward, but she was also incredibly stubborn.

Kate was excited to have a brother and was a little overly enthusiastic, at least in your opinion, about trying to be your friend. She invited you to all her archery things and tried to get you into it as well but you were never interested like she was.

It was a weird balance where you wanted her to like you but trying to keep her at arm's length because you didn't want to risk getting close just for her to leave. You wanted to trust her and be her friend because it was nice to have a friend but you were always afraid that she would never really see you as family and would treat you different when she got the chance, maybe even simply leave you and stop talking to you once you didn't live in the same house.

For a while, you bounced between following her around and avoiding her as you tried to work your way through your own complicated feelings about the situation. Kate struggled with the flip-flopping but ultimately was always there, whether you wanted her to be or not. And her continued insistence on showing up for you really helped your relationship.

There were lots of fights in high school as the two of you got through those difficult times and those moments where she insisted on being around when you tried to push her away but you never held them against her, nor she against you.

Truly the best thing for your relationship was when she met Clint, though you wouldn't have said that at the start.

At first it terrified you that she was going to go off and join his family and leave you. After all, she was so excited about meeting him, her hero, and getting to work with him on their mission.

Of course you were worried for her safety, but the threat of death honestly just didn't seem real, working with an Avenger. No, your fear of her leaving was much bigger, even if you knew it was irrational and you probably should be more concerned for her life and not her picking Clint's family over you.

You guys had a big argument about it the first time she was away for too long without saying anything and you almost had a crisis about never seeing her again. She was so excited about the opportunity and all you saw was your sister and probably favorite person in the world leaving you for another family. Fortunately she was able to see the fight for what it was and assure you that she didn't want to leave you, she wanted to bring you with her.

But instead she was so excited to introduce you to Clint and his family. She practically dragged you to their place at the first opportunity.

It also doubled as keeping you safe when things got bad but mostly she just wanted you to meet her awesome mentor.

After Yelena became not an enemy, Kate was ready to play big meshed family with all of you.

It was weird at first but given the amount of trauma the whole group had, you found yourself bonding with them faster than you'd ever expected.

Kate of course was helpful for getting you initially talking to people. She provided introductions, funny stories, and usually some favorite awkward encounters.

Clint and Laura were happy to have you around and their kids were excited to have another brother around too. 

After everything that had gone down with Mrs. Bishop, you were hesitant about them, but a part of you just needed something to cling to in that moment. And Kate was vouching for them so you found yourself letting it happen, even if part of you fought back against it.

For that one Anon who requested little brother!reader but taking place during 'About a Boy', and instead of Dean being aged down it was reader. I really had fun writing this and I hope y'all like it!

Summary: basically Sam and Dean were able to baby their baby brother once more.

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Sam and Dean were very confused when they got a call from the police station about a 4 year old who claimed to be their brother. Hell, the kid even gave the cops the right phone number too. Having to face the inevitable, they headed out.

You were sitting there kicking your feet back and forth, waiting for your brothers to come and get you. Dear lord, you remember being this age and it was kind of shitty. It was the year before Sam left, he started distancing himself from you and your family. It hurt because you didn’t know why he was doing it but in retrospect you understood he didn’t want it to hurt you too much when he left. But then you had to grow up with Dean and your Dad bickering over the smallest thing. Sam leaving hurt you more than he expected, growing up you had to watch John drinking himself beyond recognition and Dean finding any excuse to get away, even if that meant leaving you with the drunkard of a Dad you shared.

You started crying, tears swelling in your eyes and lip quivering. Shaking your head, mentally thinking to yourself ‘Man up, you don’t get to cry’ as you’ve heard so many damn times growing up. You snapped your head in the direction everytime the door to the station opened, but this time it was them

“Sammy! De!” You jumped out of the chair and started running towards them with your arms open. They looked confused at first, but then a recognixed you. There was their little brother; looking the same as when Sam left(for the first time) and Dean had taken care of when he could.

Dean bent down and picked you up, “Hey buddy,” glancing around at the officers that were staring at the scene. “We’re gonna take you home now, alright?”

“You’re going to need to sign a waiver and sign him out. What were you thinking letting a child walk around all by himself?” The snippy secretary cut in.

Sam apologized and signed what he needed to while Dean carried you to the impala. He placed you on the hood just staring at the sight. Why the hell would a witch do something like this?

Sam walked out and joined the two of you over by the impala. He looked between you and Dean. You were just so little, he forgot what it felt like to see you like this. You just sat there with a pissed off look on your face, which was really hard to do being a 4 year old.

Clearing his throat Sam and called your name, “Did you see anything it’ll help us? Did you see who- or what- was doing this?”

“No, I was-was leaving a bar and then this f-flash of wight, SHIT. I can’t speak right,” You struggled to say while trying to sound serious. “A bright light just happened and then I’m like this!”

Dean chuckled a little, “So what, big flashing light and bam you're a tot again?”

“Well, yeah! But that’s not all, I woke up in this woom. Dammit. And there was this guy, a big scary guy. He took the girl in the other room next to me, she was kicking and screaming.

Sam was following tentatively but on the other hand, Dean was trying to control his laughter, “Dude you can’t even speak right! It’s hilarious!”

“De, now is not the time. We’ve got to get to everyone-” You tried to continue but again were cut off by your older brother.

“No, you’re not going to help with this one. You’re literally too young to handle this one,” Sam ordered, raising his hand up, “You’re a four year old for god sake.”

You threw your head out of frustration, starting to kick your feet up, “This is so unfair! I didn’t ask to be turned into a kid!”

“Yeah, well you’re actually throwing a temper tantrum right now,” Dean retorted and cocked his head to the side.

“Can we just go to the motel room and discuss this there?” You pleaded with them.

Sam and Dean nodded. The three of you hopped in the impala and went back to the motel. There, you discussed the case with your brothers

You yawned, stretched and then rubbed your eyes. Sam and Dean shared a look and quietly chuckled. They missed seeing this; their little brother just being a kid.

Dean walked over and placed you on the bed, “Alright champ, get some sleep. Looks like you need it.”

“I don’t wanna. We were getting close-”

Sam shook his head, “No, seriously you need to sleep. Gotta be well rested if you want to grow being and strong.”

“Now you guys are just being assholes.” Muttering you laid down on your side, trying to keep your eyes open, “Can we get lucky charms tomorrow?”

Your two older brothers shared a look, then Dean softly agreed, “Yeah kid, we can make sure you got lucky charms in the morning.”

Words: 2,738

POV: 1st & 3rd person

Pairing: John/Dean Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader [Platonic]

Warning(s): Language, John Winchester, John Winchester's parenting

Summary: In the third installment of (Y/N) Winchester's Journal, he recounts the first hunt that he ever went on with his dad and oldest brother.

A/N: I'm sorry this is getting out a day late! My grandmother wouldn't let me leave the living room for longer than five minutes yesterday and I was exhausted by the time we finished the first part of Season 5. Anyway, I had this typed up prior to the requests coming in, so I'll post this now and get those requests out starting next weekend :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

~Much Love!~

call of the abyss

Ajax had returned to Snezhnaya after being abroad for work. Ajax’s brother, Y/n had just turned eighteen and Ajax got to celebrate it just a few days late. Y/n and his friends went out to celebrate him finally becoming an ‘adult’.

“Oh come on!” One of his friends nudged his arm. “The night barely began!” His friends laughed. They had been hanging out in an old fort they’ve had since their younger years. The old building somehow surviving the harsh weather of Snezhnaya for multiple years.