#Tamaranean!reader

[nosyrobin]

DOUBLE WHAMMY!

Platonic!Birdflash X Tamaranean!Reader

→genre: fluff!

Summary: trying to understand social media of earth is confusing. Especially confusing when two young boy heroes try to teach you.

“Robin?” You say, walking into his room with your wild fiery curly hair floats in the air. Robin looks up from his phone, despite him wearing shades. You can feel his stare and attention clearly on you. “Yeah, what you need fire?” He says with a warm smile.

“What does GYATT mean? Some person said this towards me?” You say, walking to him closer. Immediately Robin dropped his phone along with his jaw.

“Who?!” Robin says quickly, getting up and shaking your body. You did not get dizzy, though you easily took his hands off you. “I do not remember, but I do wish to require the information about this “gyatt”? Is a bad word?” You say, now frowning thinking it’s a bad word. “What! Of course it’s not a bad word Y/N…it’s just a certain slang around here some kids say..like little ones.” Robin says, trying to comfort the alien.

The Tamaranean teen smiles immediately, “oh! So I see. It’s a wording towards the little ones to get along is it?” Robin gave a face expression that was unexplainable.

“We gotta work on your English wording.”

Wally out of his hero suit who was munching on cookies was standing by his best friend who had a presentation with a pointer. Ready to teach the certain alien on social media language.

“Double…whammy?” You questioned slowly as you looked at the two boys in front of you. “Yes, it’s like when two things go wrong in one setting.” Robin says with a smile. You start to think about it before smiling.

“Oh! So like when you both ran into each other when trying the capture of the flag? You both failed as I succeed.” The two boys looked embarrassed at the memory before Robin got back to business.

“Okay, now fire, what does this say?”

You looked at the word, “alpha.” Smiling you pointed at it with confidence. “Alpha! Like the ones I see winning the battle to the death!” Wally and robin look at each other worriedly.

“Okay next up.” Wally says, pointing a word saying “bet.” You looked confused as you just tilted your head like a confused puppy. “This word ‘bet.’ Is used when someone is like saying ‘confirmed’ or whatever…y’know?”

“I do not know Wally.” You say with a frown. Now Robin facepalms, leaving a big sigh con out of his mouth. “Ight then.” Wally says with a frown. Yeah it was getting confusing by the minute, but you soon were learning a little slow but quickly.

“Okay. Fire, show me what you got” Wally says as Robin just watches the two converse. “Bet.” “Good start.” Robin says smiling. “Why thank you!” You said happily. “I shall now speak the ways of your kind!” You zoom off flying with a fire trail of your hair leaving.

Wally and Robin just stand there, smiling before Robin spoke the truth. “They’ll forget tomorrow morning.” “Yep.”

[venuslarkspur]

The Devildom’s Very Own Tamaranean Exchange Student <3

Summary: After escaping your planet after its hostile take over and your imprisonment, you resume life on earth living amongst humans. However you are unknowingly picked for an exchange program to strengthen relationships between different realms, because of your alien physiology; your arrival caused quite a stir.

- Demon Brothers x Fem!Tamaranean!Reader.

Note: Reader is Bi/Pan, Reader is tall as Tamaranean are canonically quite tall (sending love to all the tall folk you’ve reached your content <3 and sorrys to all the short folk but I’m sticking to Tamaranean physiology), Reader is about 5’9-6’0 I HAD TO USE Y/N I HATE MYSELF.

Warning: Mostly fluff but there’s some angst as well, slight NSFW.

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Lucifer

- Can I just say first of all it annoys Lucifer especially that you’re not intimidated by him or any demon for that matter, you literally have laser vision, super strength, stamina, speed, agility etc. flight, star bolts..do I need to go on 😭?

- Is the first person to learn about your solar/ultra violet absorption which provides you with your power, your power is still mighty even from the Devildom. Is curious to know how powerful it would be in the celestial realm.

- Very confused on how one of Lilith’s earlier descendants somehow managed to land on Tamaran.

- You’re also really shocked when you realise you have human and angel dna.

- Does secretly enjoy when you retort back at him. Pretends it angers him.

- Thinks you’re a really good influence on Mammon oddly enough, sometimes questions if you’re the one looking after him.

- Has to remind you not to fly everywhere or levitate, you’re in the devildom now Mc.

- Absolutely loves watching you try and tame your glowing, fiery hair.

- Secretly love’s your little fireworks shows from your hands.

- Lectures his brothers when they offer kisses to you to help you “expand your vocabulary” although he will ask for one himself later.

- Tries his best not to bring back any tragic memories of your imprisonment.

- Finds your random love attacks surprising but eventually begins to enjoy them.

Mammon

- Spawns in and takes one look at you and is stunned 😦

- You always gently remind Mammon that he isn’t rocking your shit any day now. He pretends to get annoyed at you when you remind him this. (It makes him like you more pft)

- Mammon dies down on the threatening when he first meets you and you immediately match his stance and stand up straight. You’re nearly taller than him wtf. He constantly emphasises he’s your first, you not really getting it straight up say “no you aren’t, I had lovers on Tamaran and on Earth.” Literally sends the rest of his brothers into a laughing spiral and you are wondering what’s so funny. It doesn’t matter you’re still HIS alien.

- jokingly asks you if you have 9 stomachs, since your hunger is almost as bad as Beels at this point and you reply with a serious “yes.” Satan explains to him, putting his book down on the table; (after studying your physiology) that Tamaranean’s have 9 stomachs. He jolts backwards slightly which offends you until he finds some odd way to let you know he’s sorry.

- me and my friend were talking about how Mammon is secretly really insecure so I think reader would beat the negative thoughts out of him on the daily, you can tell when he’s jealous or upset.

- Brags about how strong you are even though he was kind of freaked out at first.

- Now as much as I hate this term, you wear the pants in this relationship. Witches have started to leave him alone because they know you will star bolt them if needed, it doesn’t matter to him that you ward off these people though he just wants you tbh.

- Loves how empathetic you are but knows you can go from kind to brutal if you need to.

- Okay when you first met he was not so secretly flustered at your choice of clothes so you gently remind him of his demon forms lack of cloth. Yeah he’s shut up really quick.

- Love’s your fiery hair, especially when he gets to watch you brush it out.

- Acts like your eyes are freakish but he secretly loves your green alien eyes <3

- Anytime he has to come to YOUR rescue he reminds you he’s the “Great Mammon” and that’s “just his job” yeah you’re gonna be chucking him over your shoulder later.

- Love’s your levitating kisses.

Leviathan

- At first thinks your sweet nature is just an act after you try and fight him back after the TSL quiz incident.

- Kind of scared of you after that, even when you try and talk to him, he walks away.

- Slowly warms up to you, quite literally your warm body attracts him.

- If you go to any conventions together and you wear heels he will definitely LOVE that you’re taller than him, he finds it so attractive I’m sorry.

- The definition of girlboss + loser boyfriend <3

- Is so confused on how another one of Lilith’s descendants ended up on Tamaran.

- Asks about customs on Tamaran and would follow it up with “its like the planet from this anime-“

- Finds your food combos mildly disgusting (I mean even for the devildom that’s messed up.) but keeps his mouth shut.

- You made little fireworks out your hands once and that was enough for him to fall for you.

Satan

- Wow, I think Satan would be so interested in your Tamaranean physiology, he makes it his mission to learn more about you; it’s nice to have someone be interested in you rather than fear you for a change.

- Probably discovers things about you that you didn’t know.

- If you two start dating Satan definitely wouldn’t care if you were taller than him or not.

- when he finds out you can learn languages through kissing he’d definitely tell you he knows a bit of French or smth if you’re interested. (Even if you’re not dating yet 😭) he’s defo sly like that.

- Would ask if you’ve ever thought of returning to Tamaran and as much as you would like to you know it’s not safe for you, you both bond over feeling out of place.

- Loves your warm nature since it’s such a 180 to his behaviour, you use your warm hands to calm him down.

- If he’s reading and has left a hot drink you tell him to sit back down and let you handle it, you use your laser vision to heat up his drink and he’s just like damn. Yeah he loves your powers.

- You guys talk about exploring the cosmos together, since when you came to earth you didn’t really get the chance to from your speeding space ship.

- Will disassemble anyone at RAD if they make fun of you for whatever reason, you’re the one who’s gotta tell him no <3

Asmodeus

- Asmo however loves that you’re taller than him and he openly voices it all the time. He follows all your socials since you’re a model in the human world, he eventually admits you’re almost on par with his beauty.

- Like Satan he’d definitely tell you he knows a bit of Italian or smth just so he can get a kiss from you.

- I tried to avoid this as much as possible but your bedroom life would be crazy. Like he’s the Avatar Of Lust?! You’re an alien with promiscuity literally written into you. I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO CONTINUE 😭

- Would ask if you’re a princess until you seriously tell him your planet already had royalty.

- Immediately sets you up for all the devildom’s social media, you’re so well loved and received in the devildom which is such a contrast to how people first reacted to you on earth.

- Is a bit jealous of your flaming hair but you remind him he’s the fairest in the land.

- Yeah you’re a head turning couple.

- Would say you’d have the cutest kids as a joke but you think he’s serious.

- Needs to see how radiant you look with the sun on you.

- Makes so many jokes about your cloth or lack of cloth, but will stop if it’s making you uncomfortable.

- He loves how eye catching you are, like your vibrant eyes, hair and dress mwah 💋, thinks you have some of the best style ever and always lets you know on your socials.

Beel

- Your immediately in Beel’s good books when you help free his twin, you already were with your shared gluttony so he liked you immediately. You really respect Beel as he’s one of the first you’ve met that’s stronger than you.

- Unlike the rest of his brothers he wouldn’t offer you a kiss, (he’s not weird like that) but would ask you about your 9 stomachs and fiery hair.

- Doesn’t mind your manner of dress, even if Asmo points it out and makes some suggestive comments he won’t pay any mind to it.

- Out of pure innocence you feel his muscles out of curiosity.

- He’s not sure why but he loves just touching your fiery hair, you give him permission ofc <3

- Unironically you’re his favourite snack buddy.

- Also wonders if Mammon is the one looking after you or you’re the one looking after Mammon.

- Is also very curious about Tamaran, feels really bad for the rest of the day when you tell him about your planets plague of war and your imprisonment. You let him know it’s okay and you’re fine now <3

Belphegor

- In this scenario Belphegor wouldn’t kill you, since you aren’t human. He does try and manipulate you still but you sense the deceit coming off him. You refuse to help him at first; but in this case scenario you’d still help free him and actually start off on more neutral terms.

- Belphie definitely naps on you more because of your abnormally hot body temperature, idk but he definitely likes that you’re taller than him I think he’s a freak like that even if you’re not together.

- Since you’re freakishly strong you probably just bridal carry him places he needs to be, he thanks you after.

- Could watch you make mini fireworks out your hands for hours, the sound of your sparks is oddly soothing.

- When he asks if you want him to bring you a star you’re really excited at first and he feels bad crushing your spirit, you ask him if he wants a star though. He can’t tell if you’re serious or not.

- Contrary to popular belief I think Belphie actually does like PDA sometimes, he likes holding your hand wherever. It’s warm.

- Could watch you untangle your hair for hours on end and never get bored.

- You probably change his opinion on humans slightly, not only because of your human DNA but because of your own opinions on humanity; yes you were mistreated at first but slowly you met a couple good ones. He believes you, if you were able to overcome your abuse via humanity, so could he. He won’t tell you that though.

- He looks forward to when you’re alone because he knows that’s when you strike with your love attacks.

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And that’s Fem!Tamaranean reader <3

Side characters are in the works now <3

@waterwyne @planetlotus @girlmachia @fiersworld

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭, 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨'𝐥𝐞𝐤.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴏ'ʟᴇᴋ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴛᴀᴍᴀʀᴀɴᴇᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋɴᴅ- ꜱᴛᴀʀɢɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴜᴅᴇ (ꜰᴛ. ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴇʏ)

Tw: Humans being assholes, grumpy/sunshine trope? confessions, kissing and fluff.

A/N: I missed writing about Tamaranean reader, so here's a fic.

Masterlist

That day was just a normal day for So'lek, he didn't spot any humans near his home lands or anything, so everything seemed to be fine. Despite that, he still decided to patrol around just incase. Then out of nowhere, he saw a flashing red light up in the sky. He was not sure about what it was. Did it have something to do with humans? He wasn't sure. The light was getting closer and closer, as if it was going to land near or on him. It was going fast, before he knew it. He saw what looked like to be a girl, engulfed in that light. Without thinking, he held his arms out, as an attempt to catch her.

Then he felt the harsh impact hit him, he wrapped his arms around the girl and pulled her into a hug. As he fell onto the ground, hard. So'lek groaned in pain, that hurt a lot more than he expected, but he's felt worst pain. Carefully he sat up, looking down at the small girl with a huge mane of red hair. Her skin was a copper like orange, as for her attire, he really couldn't tell what she was wearing, but he saw that it was a soft purple. He caught on that you were not human or maybe he's never seen a human such as yourself before.

He heard soft groans and movements coming from you. Slowly you looked up to see who was underneath you. That's when So'lek got to see your face. You had a soft looking face, your eyes were a bright lime green with no pupils, your lashes and brows matched your hair perfectly, and your lips were juicy as well as pretty plumped. He felt his face slightly heat up, he never thought he'd catch a woman that was falling from the sky, let alone a very beautiful woman.

Then you spoke, in a strange language he didn't understand. He couldn't pin if it was English or another human language. Soon after, you leaned up and kissed him right on the lips. So'lek froze as soon as your warm lips touched his. He was not expecting this at all. That's a strange first impression. After a few seconds you pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I'm able learn the same language of others by kissing." You explained, now in a language he could understand. "Right." He responded, still surprised by the kiss. At the moment, you just smiled at him, until you noticed the position you were in. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry!" You apologized, while you got up off him then you helped him up. "It's alright." He responded, while looking down at you. He couldn't help but notice how tall you were compared to another human women, it was obvious that you weren't human.

"Where are you from?" He asked, while looking at you. Who was looking around the forest with fascination. "Oh! I'm from a planet called Tamaran. It's pretty similar to here, except we have cities." You explained. That caught So'lek's interest. Another planet similar to his, but had human related things. "Why... why are you far from home?" he asked. That's what made your face shift from a smile to a frown. "I was exiled, ever since my sister took the throne, things haven't been the same." You told him, it was now obvious that you had lost your home. So'lek could somewhat relate. Quickly your attituded shifted back to a smile. "But, let's not talk about sad things, lets get to know each other. My name is y/n'r." You said to him. This somewhat took him by surprise, your sudden attitude shift, was that something your people did? "Well, since you gave me your name, I'll give you mine. I'm So'lek." He responded, giving you a small heart warm smile.

So'lek decided to take you back to his base. The whole time he would ask questions about you along other things. You were answering all of them. You did the same to him, you'd ask him about his planet and so on. He didn't forget to mention the stuff that humans have done to the planet. How they keep trying to make Pandora into human civilized planet and basically kill the people that are already in it. He explained that it's been happening for almost a decade. He also told you the infamous story about how a human man sided with the na'vi and he manage to get most humans off the planet. He was considered a legend to them. Almost like a freedom fighter.

When you got to his base, you got to him some humans, who were on the side of good and more people like him. That's when you learned that they were called Na'vi, as well as learning how they were of various clans around the forest. But the forest wasn't the only one which had clans. They were clans all over the planet, from the sea, to the desert lands, tundra, and other parts were they were more forests. That's what made you grow curious, now you wanted to fly around the whole planet to meet the other clans. But first, So'lek wanted you to learn how you could get around in the forest. He isn't sure if you and him share that similar knowledge, but he would prefer that you learn so that you can take care of yourself when he can't. It's not like he didn't mind being with you, but he can't always be with you since he has other stuff to take care of.

Your teaching began the next day. You somewhat learned some basic greeting signs and some other stuff, incase you come across other na'vi, you know how to properly greet them. Then came the forest, at first you thought about just flaying around next to So'lek, but he preferers you on your feet. So that you could learn properly. He understands that you were used to flying, but in order to like to be na'vi, you had to connect with the earth with your feet. So you decided to use your feet. It honestly felt great running on the huge tree branches, swinging on the vines and so on. You liked flying, but this felt like a whole new experience. It was hard at first, but you got the hang of it as the time passed. Your feet got stronger and you were able to properly balance yourself on your feet.

Then came weapons, you knew how to use guns, since back home guns were used. But this time, you'll be learning how to use a bow and arrow. You thought it would be easy, but it really wasn't. You had to aim your bow a certain way and had to stay in one position before changing into another. So'lek was very patient, he didn't mind telling you how to hold the arrow and would also position you properly. You'd feel a small tingle when he'd placing his hand on your back and helped you straighten your back for better posture. It almost made your face heat up every time you'd feel his hand on your back. You knew that he was helping you, but you couldn't help but feel flattered when he did.

When you weren't doing your lessons, you would hang out with So'lek, a lot. You were almost stuck to him, since the day you had arrived in Pandora. You just liked his company. At times you'd go with him on his patrols. Often times he'd tell you that it wasn't necessary, but you came anyways. He couldn't help but notice how your good mood was very contagious. You just happen to be in such a good mood al the time, he almost couldn't understand how or why, but he remembered that negative feelings are bad for you. So it made sense, why you were just in such a good mood all the times. They were times where you had been down, but you always managed to make yourself happy again. For some reason, he felt his heart strings getting pulled by this.

Ever since the kiss, he couldn't help but feel some sort of bond building up. Even more since he had decided to teach you how to be na'vi or learn their ways. This bond between the both of you got stronger. As much as So'lek wanted to deny it, he couldn't. He was falling for you for sure. Every time he'd look at you, he'd feel all his stress and worries vanish. He's never had feelings for anyone, especially during a time like this, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to fall in love with a girl that fell from the stars.

That eclipse you and So'lek were together like always. He was showing you around some parts of the forest that you haven't seen before. You seemed so in love with it and that made So'lek fall for you even more. He never thought his type would be someone who loves and appreciates the forest where he lived in. After some time of walking together, he had taken to towards the tree of voices. You couldn't help but already love the huge tree. It was a lovely shade of lilac purple with a neon glow. You couldn't help but run your hands through the tassels of the trees. They were surprisingly soft. "It's beautiful." You commented, then you noticed how the small seeds from the tree began to float down towards you.

So'lek was staring, admiring how you were basically connecting with the Great Mother. You were holding one of the seeds in both palms of your hands, looking at the small creature as close as possible. After a few moments, the seed began to float away with the others. You turned and looked at So'lek, with a huge smile planted on your lips. He wouldn't mind seen that lovely smile for as long as he lives. "Y/n'r, I have something to say." He said, taking both your hands into his large ones. This kind of surprised you a bit. "What is it?" You asked him, while looking at him.

He couldn't help but feel his mouth going dry. He swallowed some saliva and licked his lips before he spoke. "These past few months have been..." He tried saying but was cut himself off. "Have been the best, ever since you arrived here." He explained, you couldn't help but feel his face heat up, turning a tangy orange. "They have?" You asked, almost shyly. "Yes, they have." He answered, honestly. Then he reached out, placing a small strand of your hair behind your ear, making your face warm up and your heartbeat race even more than it already was. "I don't know how to put it." He paused, again trying to find a way to continue further.

"I know, we've only known each other for a few months. But in those past couple months, I've grown to have feelings for you." He finally confessed. You were too stunned to say a word. He felt the same way and he had confessed first. For weeks you've been thinking of a way to confess to him, but he did it first. It made you feel even more flattered. "You feel the same way?" you finally spoke. So'lek was now stunned, you did feel the same way. All he could do was nod in response. You felt your heart about to explode out of happiness. At first you didn't think you and him could be together since you weren't the same species. But that didn't seem to stop the both of you. It was till quiet, until you finally said something.

"Can I... can I kiss you?" You asked him, shyly while looking at him in this pretty yellow eyes. So'lek couldn't help but smile by your question. He too was about to ask you the same thing. "I would love that." He responded. Then he noticed how you slowly began to levitate yourself up towards him, just enough for him to be able to reach you. He got a hold of the side of your small chin and law, both you and him slowly leaned in for a kiss. Both yours and his lips molded into one another's. It was a slow and passionate kiss. You couldn't help but feel a bunch of butterflies flattering all over your nine stomachs. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck, he then placed both hands on your hips, pulling you slightly closer to him. You both continued to kiss for what felt like ages, you could feel how his tail slightly rubbed up against your leg, in an affectionate way. You didn't want this to stop.

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❝pandoras very own alien resident❞

✭ pairing : various x Tamaranean reader

✭ fandom : avatar the way of water

✭ summary : after tragedy struck on (y/n)’s home planet Tamaran she must now leave the destroyed planet, but she was heavily injured and slowly was succumbing to those injures, now as she falls through space she lands herself on a new planet

✭ authors note : got inspired by this post by @aphrodite-feverdream and you have starfires appearance

✭ avatar the way of water masterlist

The skies of Tamaran burned with an ominous crimson hue, a reflection of the turmoil that had befallen the once vibrant planet. (Y/N), the princess and protector of Tamaran, hovered in the air, her eyes narrowed in determination. Her dark hair billowed around her as she faced her greatest adversary—her own sister, Komand'r, also known as Blackfire.

Blackfire's sinister laughter echoed across the desolate landscape. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly power, a twisted manifestation of her malevolent intent. "You always were the favored one, weren't you? The golden child while I was left in your shadow."

"(Y/N)"'s voice was resolute, her powers of solar energy crackling around her like a protective shield. "This isn't you, Komand'r. You're consumed by hatred, but I won't let you destroy our home."

With a swift motion, Blackfire conjured dark energy in her hands, forming deadly tendrils that lashed out toward her sister. (Y/N) countered with bursts of bright, fiery energy, the clash of powers creating an explosive display of light and darkness. The shockwaves rippled through the air, shaking the very ground beneath them.

As the battle raged on, (Y/N) soared through the sky, deftly avoiding Blackfire's attacks while launching her own in return. Their powers clashed in a dance of destruction and defiance. With each blow, (Y/N) felt a surge of pain for her sister, the girl she had once known now consumed by rage.

But she couldn't afford to hesitate. Blackfire's power was growing stronger with every passing moment. (Y/N) channeled the energy of Tamaran itself, her determination fueling her abilities. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a torrent of solar energy, enveloping Blackfire in a blinding cascade of light.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The air crackled with tension, and then, as the light faded, (Y/N) saw her sister's form crumple to the ground. Blackfire's energy had been extinguished, leaving her weak and defeated.

"(Y/N)," Blackfire's voice was feeble, a shadow of her former arrogance. "You... you win."

(Y/N)'s heart ached as she looked at her sister's broken form. She had wanted to save her, to bring her back from the brink of darkness, but the battle had taken its toll. She approached, her voice soft but filled with sorrow.

"I didn't want it to end like this, Komand'r."

Blackfire managed a weak smile. "You were always the stronger one."

Tears welled in (Y/N)'s eyes as she held out her hand. "I'm sorry."

Blackfire's hand grasped hers weakly. "Promise me you'll rebuild Tamaran. Make it better."

"I will," (Y/N) promised, her voice choked with emotion.

And then, with a final breath, Blackfire's body dissolved into stardust, carried away by the solar winds.

As the dust settled and silence descended upon the ravaged planet, (Y/N) looked around at the devastation. Tamaran was no more—a once-thriving world reduced to ruins. The weight of her grief and responsibility pressed heavily upon her heart.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) took to the sky. Her home was gone, and the pain was too much to bear. She flew through the stars, her heart consumed by grief and loss. Tamaran's light had been extinguished, leaving only darkness in its wake. And so, with a single tear streaming down her cheek, (Y/N) left behind her shattered world, seeking solace among the stars.

(Y/N)'s consciousness flickered in and out like a dying flame, her body heavy with pain and exhaustion. Her vision blurred, colors and shapes melding into an indiscernible haze. The injuries inflicted by her sister's dark energy had taken a toll, sapping her strength and resilience.

As her body continued to weaken, (Y/N)'s grip on consciousness began to falter. The world around her faded to nothingness, and her body succumbed to the darkness.

Unbeknownst to her, her unconscious form was plummeting through space, drawn by the gravitational forces of an unfamiliar world. The journey was swift and chaotic, a descent into the unknown.

Her descent ended with a sudden jolt as her body crashed through the thick foliage of a lush forest. (Y/N) lay still on the forest floor, the sounds of alien wildlife echoing around her.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the Omatikaya clan's village on Pandora, whispers filled the air. Word had spread quickly of the fallen stranger, the one who had descended from the sky. Some speculated that she might be a sky demon, others marveled at her unusual appearance—bright orange skin, fiery-red hair, and striking green eyes.

Jake Sully, the leader of the Omatikaya clan, strode purposefully through the village, his keen senses attuned to the murmurs of his people. When he reached the center of the village, he saw a small crowd gathered around an unconscious figure—the stranger from the sky.

Voices hushed as Jake approached, their gazes turning to him for guidance. One of the Na'vi lifted (Y/N)'s eyelid, revealing her unique, mesmerizing eyes. Jake's brow furrowed as he observed the stranger's alien features.

"Jake," Neytiri, his mate and a warrior of the clan, spoke softly, "what should we do with her?”

Jake's gaze remained fixed on (Y/N)'s form, his instincts telling him that this was no ordinary occurrence. "Neytiri, help me bring her to the healer's tent."

Together, they gently lifted (Y/N) and carried her to the tent. The healer, Mo’at, spiritual leader of the tribe and mother to Neytiri gasped at the strange girl’s appearance.

Mo'at's eyes observed (Y/N)'s unique appearance, her bright orange skin and fiery-red hair a stark contrast to the natural tones of Pandora. "Where did you find her?"

Jake stepped forward, his voice respectful. "She fell from the sky, right into the center of our village."

Mo'at's gaze remained fixed on (Y/N), her fingers lightly tracing the contours of (Y/N)'s face. "She is unlike anything I have ever seen. Her presence is foreign, yet there is an essence of familiarity."

Neytiri nodded in agreement. "Her energy is unlike that of our world."

Mo'at turned to Jake and Neytiri, her expression thoughtful. "We must be cautious. We do not know the extent of her abilities or intentions."

With a shared nod, Jake and Neytiri excused themselves from the tent, the flap rustling as they stepped outside. In the muted light of the evening, Neytiri voiced her concerns.

"Could she be another form of sky demon?"

Jake considered her words before responding. "She's unlike any sky demon I've seen. The way she fell from the sky, her injuries... it's as if she's not even human."

Neytiri's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Jake's gaze was distant, his thoughts racing. "I mean, she might not be from Earth at all. Her appearance, her energy—it's something else entirely. Maybe even another planet."

Neytiri's eyes widened in surprise. "You truly believe that?"

Jake nodded. "I do. And whatever she is, we need to approach this with an open mind."

With a shared understanding, Jake turned to Neytiri. "I'll assign Neytam to watch over her until she wakes. He’ll tell us when she’s awake and then we can question here and learn more about her."

Neytiri's expression softened, her hand finding Jake's. "Be cautious, Jake. Our world is already fragile."

Jake squeezed her hand, his gaze determined. "I will. We need to understand what brought her here and why."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the village, (Y/N) remained unconscious in the healing tent—a mysterious stranger whose arrival had stirred both curiosity and caution among the Na'vi. And in the heart of Pandora, as the world slept beneath a blanket of stars, the lines between two worlds began to blur, their fates entwined by the enigmatic presence of (Y/N), a being unlike anything the Na'vi had ever encountered.

[witherby]

SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG EL forgeting about my last idea since its kind of generic (this one is also but whateverrrrrhahahsg)

so you know Starfire is an alien right?(tamaranean) how about something where reader is a sort of alien too? (x damian too bc im starting to hyper fixate on him) and like they meet as Damian does patrolling/a mission, kind of how Dick and Star met!!

ill leave if up to there and if you like it!! ANYWAY HI EL!!

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HI SHARKY.

I was gonna finish writing the vampire!Jason prompt but I saw this and immediately fell into a fugue state instead. When I came out, it was with this. I hope you like it 🩷

Flight of Fancy

Damian Wayne x Winged!Reader

Featuring: language barriers (gibberish), a shoulder wound, and a kiss.

It had started out as a routine track-and-report mission. Damian was supposed to investigate the suspicious cargo shipments in Gotham Harbor, try to figure out what was being delivered, and come back to the Cave with his findings.

Tim's bet was human trafficking. Dick's was illegal arms dealing. Jason's was drugs. Damian guessed poaching. Bruce wanted them to stop making bets about what horrible thing of the week was going on and please focus on getting the task done.

(Bruce was just upset that he wasn't allowed to bet anymore because he kept winning.)

As the night drags on and the boredom starts to creep in, Damian wonders if the ship sitting on the loading dock is actually conducting legal business for once. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened, and it would mean less follow-up work to do.

"Red Robin," Damian mutters into his comm, "there's been no activity for three hours. I'm about to declare this endeavor a wasted one and return to base."

"Copy," Tim says in his ear. "There's no spooky stuff happening on the computer, either. Give it ten more minutes and then come back."

"Understood." Damian shifts on his perch — an unsurveilled roof of a tailoring shop — and casts his gaze along the area for the thousandth time that night.

Cold, choppy waters, devoid of any suspicious activity. Dock workers walking around and doing their jobs as they chatter and whistle amongst each other, devoid of any suspicious activity. The cargo ship that docked an hour ago, devoid of any suspicious —

Well. It wasn't suspicious until he realized that the distant ringing he's heard all night wasn't interference from the dinky, little radio one of the workers has been using to blast old, jazzy tunes, but a shrill crying noise coming from the ship. A normal person wouldn't even be able to detect it, but years of training with the League taught Damian to filter and identify any and all noises he picks up automatically.

"Red Robin. I've identified a potential trafficking situation. Stand by."

"Copy. Standing by," Tim says. "Ready to dispatch EMTs on your word and receive that fifty bucks when you get back."

"Yeah, yeah," he grunts, grappling down the building and taking cover in the shadows, maneuvering his way around the harbor men and onto the ship without a sound.

The closer he gets, the louder the crying becomes. He can tell it's just one person making the sound, and that they seem to be locked in one of the titanium crates on the back of the ship. It's child's play to locate the right one and pop the lock open with the small hand laser from his tool bag.

The second it's gone the lid flies open, and Damian gets knocked down by someone he can only describe as ethereal.

You are a collection of stand-out features. Glowing, bright eyes. A wild mane of hair. Well-tailored, form fitting robes. And a huge, breathtaking pair of white wings, that unfurl from your back and shake out into their full width with barely a whisper of sound.

You're bleeding, Damian realizes belatedly. You're bleeding gold. It drips from a wound in your shoulder, running down the sleeve of your robe and soaking the fabric. Small beads trail down your fingertips and stain his chest where you're using your weight to pin him to the ground.

"Whoa," he mutters, because that's the only thing in his mind. Just. Whoa.

You furrow your brow and glare at him, muttering something in a dialect he doesn't understand. The confusion on his face must be evident, because you quickly become frustrated.

"Ira neshmi le-hyr!" You demand, waving the wrist of your other hand in his face, which has a LexCorp-branded tracking bracelet on it. There are faint scratch marks around the skin where you obviously tried to pry the device off.

"Robin? What's the situation? Am I dispatching EMT?" Tim's voice sounds in his ear, startling Damian into taking full stock of the situation again. He blinks a few times, picking up on bootsteps approaching his location, your increasing franticness from where you're knelt above him, and the riskiness of what he's about to do.

"No EMTs," Damian says, reaching for the handheld laser again. He holds it up for you to see, then gestures to your wrist.

You hesitate for only a moment, then offer him your arm and watch him slice the bracelet off and pocket it. With a quick sleight of band, he presses a tracker of his own into the sleeve of your robes, then urges you to get off him.

"Bad people are coming," he says, gesturing to the shadows of figures he can see getting closer. "You should come with me. I can get you somewhere safe."

You stare at him like you don't understand what he's saying. He lets out a frustrated sigh. There's no time for this.

"Me. You. Come with me. That way." He gestures to you, then himself, then points in the direction of the Bat Cave with urgency.

Your eyes dart to where he points, then you nod. He's about to try to figure out how to pantomime you tucking your wings in so you can sneak around better, but you stride forward, wrap your arms around his waist, and use them to take off into the air. Damian clings to you and yelps, drawing the attention of the men on the ship. There's a cacophony of shouting down below that quickly grows faint the farther away you fly.

"The package is escaping!! Someone call the boss!"

"Do we shoot it down?"

"No, you idiot! We need it alive! We'll track it down —"

The rest of their words are lost to the wind. Damian holds onto you with white knuckles and refuses to look down. It's too dark and too smoggy in Gotham to look up at the stars, so the only other thing to observe is you.

If he thought you were stunning on the ground, you're something else in the air. The wind pushes your hair around and out of your face, revealing small markings around your cheeks and eyes. The light your wings catch makes them almost glitter with every beat as you propel the two of you onward. Briefly, you travel over a more illuminated section of the city, which make your eyes look like little constellations.

He's utterly captivated.

"Nirr'm? Luola stesh?" You try to ask him, directing your gaze to him. Damian has no idea how to answer a question he can't understand, so he just points to the ground.

You scan around for a secluded spot to land and gently coast to the ground, setting him down. Damian locks his knees to keep them from buckling and takes several slow, deep breaths.

"I can't understand you," he says after a moment. You furrow your brows again. "And based on your expression, it's vice-versa."

"Robin, come in!" Tim says in his ear, and, oh, he'd forgotten that he stopped responding for ten minutes. "I'm tracking your location and it says you're four miles away from the harbor? What's your status? Do I need to send Batman in for backup?"

"Negative, do not send backup. Don't send EMTs, either."

"You said there was a trafficking situation?"

"Yeah," Damian says, "metahuman trafficking. Don't send anyone until I can figure out how to communicate that they wouldn't be a threat."

"Communicate? What, they don't speak any of the thousand languages you know?"

Damian doesn't respond.

"Oh, shit. Okay. Standing by."

While he'd been talking to Tim, you had inched your way closer and closer to Damian. When he focuses on you again, he almost flinches back after finding you less than a foot away. You perk up when you notice him give you attention and lift your hands up, curling them around his shoulders.

"Um," he mutters, "what are you doing?"

"De-ad'nin," you say, leaning closer. Your eyes don't leave his. "Hmnik?"

"I don't...I can't understand you," he says again. You're waiting for him to do something, he can tell that much. He just doesn't know what you want.

You lean in even more, practically sharing breath. Damian can feel his cheeks warming, but curiosity overwhelms the impropriety, so he doesn't move away. You seem to take this as some sort of permission.

Closing the gap, you press your mouth to his, and Damian freezes.

Soft, he thinks. Your lips are soft. His hands twitch at his sides as he fights the urge to grab your waist, but you have no such reservations as you press yourself practically flush against him and prod at the seam of his mouth with your tongue. A frankly embarrassing whine leaves him, but Damian relents and starts kissing you back with the same level of enthusiasm you show him. Even though his gloves, he can tell that your hair is ridiculously soft as he runs his fingers through it. He's briefly lost in a flurry of sensations, overwhelmed by you, and just when blood starts redirecting itself to other places, you pull away again and clear your throat.

"You helped me," you murmur, slowly and steadily, like you're testing out the words as you say them. "You set me free. Thank you."

"...you're...welcome?" Damian pants, his mind still a little gooey. "Wait, that's English. You're — did you kiss me to learn English?"

"I did," you smile. "I needed to convey my gratitude in your common tongue. I hope I didn't offend you."

Offend was definitely not the word to use. He gently pulls his hands from your hair, but you make no move to separate, so he settles them on your waist instead.

"You're wounded," he says, tipping his head in the direction of your shoulder. The bleeding has slowed, but not stopped. "Let me take you somewhere to get that wrapped."

"Take me where?" You ask. "Not back to the laboratory?"

"No." He doesn't know what lab you're talking about, but he knows he would never willingly put you back in Luthor's hands. "A cave. It has a medical ward where you can have that cut stitched closed."

You seem to give it some thought, idly playing with the hair at the nape of Damian's neck. It takes so much more effort than he anticipates not to melt into it. Your bare skin against his almost burns. You're exceptionally warm, near-feverish.

"Yes," you eventually agree. "You are..." You tilt your head as you search for the right words to use. "Trustworthy. I will go with you there."

Damian relaxes. He presses a finger to his comm.

"Red Robin, send the Batmobile to my location for extraction. I'm bringing the metahuman to the Batcave."

[boypied]

pairings: garfield logan x male reader

request: gar logan’s bubbly butt tamaranean boyfriend riding him while gar is on the phone with dick or starfire and gar is just trying to hold in his whimpers.

warnings: SMUT !, anal sex, swearing.

MDNI + FDNI

"H-Hey Dick!" Garfield whimpers slightly, trying to remain calm as you ride him. The tip of his cock slowly rubs against your sweet spot, "Gar, I was just wondering if you were free to chat?" Dick says over the phone, hearing faint sounds of slapping.

"Hey, is everything okay. What's that noise?" Dick asks curiously, as the slapping sounds slightly increase as your bounces become quicker and harder, which causes Garfield to let out little whimpers."mhm!" He lets out.

"Gar, you okay?" He asks curiously, Gar whimpers out trying to remain calm."I-Im fine".

You stare down at him, a smirk appears on your face as you admire the state of pleasure you have garfield in, sweat covered his body, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, biting his lip to hide back the whimpers.

"Gar, you are so big" you mouth quietly to him, causing him to whimper and his cock to twitch. His cock squirts cum out, causing his whimpers to become louder over the phone.

Dick's voice becomes confused and concerned "Hey I'm coming over! You don't sound good. " he hangs up the phone as you gently buck your hips back and forth, taking our every last drop.

You lean down to kiss Garfield as he whimpers into the kiss, "we should probably get cleaned up before Dick comes over" I whisper into his ear, we both let out a laugh.

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[solar-wing]

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⚣👊 A/N → @natef458 Last request from my previous account. Now, I can focus on one inbox (at least for now)! Shorter than what I've normally done, but I wanted to keep it simple. Hope you enjoy it! Tamaranean male image generated by AI. WARNINGS: Canon-Typical Violence | Tamaranean Male Reader | Dick Is Nightwing |

⚣👊 Summary → It's Y/N's first mission as a part of the team since he came to Earth. The Team and their leader Nightwing soon found out just how capable Tamaraneans are in a fight.

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Under the harsh glow of the moonlight, the Young Justice team converged around the abandoned warehouse where Vandal Savage and his cronies were holed up. Nightwing was co-leading the mission with Aqualad, coming far in his leadership and skill since they had founded the team along with their friend and teammate Kid Flash, and new friends Superboy, Miss Martian, Artemis, and eventually Zatanna.

Many of the original members had grown much from their early days as a part of the team, moving away from their past titles as sidekicks and coming into their own identities as heroes.

One of them was the former sidekick to the Dark Knight, previously known as Robin, who’d realized he wanted to separate himself from Batman and forge his own path and identity. Thus, within a few years after the team’s founding, he left his position and title as Robin and took on the persona of Nightwing.

He’d come a long way from the kid he was before, becoming more of the leader his mentor, and friend Aqualad saw in him. So much so, that the Atlantean had decided to start letting him help co-lead missions, seeing that was their original deal during that first fateful mission on Santa Prisca. And it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Batman had alerted the Team about a new mission concerning Vandal Savage who had just stolen a prototype weapon from a top-secret government facility. This weapon, codenamed "Project Eclipse," was not only a formidable tool of destruction but was clearly another attempt at trying to make humans evolve as a race due to his crazy beliefs in Social Darwinism and survival of the fittest.

By now, the Team knew this could only be the minor puzzle piece to something bigger. But, a weapon of that capability was way too dangerous to be left in his hands. Thus, they were tasked with intercepting Savage and recovering the stolen weapon before he could carry out whatever twisted experiments he had planned.

Only now, their team had grown much larger, bringing in various new members. Some were sidekicks to other heroes a part of the League while others were just regular people who had developed powers and abilities, whether intentionally or not, and were recruited into the team so they could learn how to control them and use them for good.

They’d lost a few along the way, some choosing to leave the team on their own while others had met a different and more grave fate, one of them being the new Robin, Jason Todd, who’d taken Dick’s place after he’d given up the position of Batman’s sidekick. Of course, the team mourned the loss of their fallen teammates, but it didn’t take away from their strength, especially with the other new members who had joined.

One of them being Y/N, an alien refugee who’d made quite the entrance to Earth just two years prior. He’d escaped from the captivity of the Gordanians, an intergalactic race of slavers who’d attacked his home planet, Tamaran, and abducted him as a slave in the process.

But, the slavers were ignorant of the fact that Tamaraneans gained strength from sunlight. So, when traveling closer to Earth within view of the distant sun of the solar system and after encountering the inherent unpredictability of space travel, Y/N seized his opportunity for escape, breaking free from his confines and escaping the vessel.

They’d pursued after him, hot on his trail as he made his way onto Earth, landing in the unsuspecting municipality of Happy Harbor. Unknowingly, but thankful in the end, his arrival had caught the attention of the Young Justice team, whose base was located in the nearby mountain and had come to his rescue.

It’d definitely been an interesting first meeting, considering none of the Team could understand him since he was speaking an alien language they’d never heard of. That’s when Y/N took it upon himself to lock lips with the Boy Wonder, who had yet to give up his identity and position as Batman’s sidekick.

Apparently, Tamaraneans possessed the ability to learn language through skin contact. It didn’t have to be done explicitly through kissing, but they were also a very direct and forward race when it came to their feelings. Being a race ruled more by emotion than reason.

Simply put, Y/N found Dick attractive and planted one on him so he could learn English, much to the then Boy Wonder’s surprise, but also enjoyment. He didn’t know much about Tamaraneans, but, judging by YN’s appearance, it definitely had to be a planet full of attractive people. But, he only had his eyes on one at that moment.

Now, two years later, Y/N had become an integral member of the Young Justice team, his journey from alien refugee to valued ally a testament to his strength and resilience. Despite the initial language barrier and clear cultural differences that in the early stages separated him from his teammates, Y/N had quickly adapted to life on Earth, his determination to learn and grow matched only by his unwavering commitment to the team.

Y/N brought a unique blend of strengths and abilities to the Team, complementing and enhancing the skills of his fellow teammates in various ways. His Tamaranean heritage bestowed upon him powers and abilities that were on par, if not equal, with those of Superboy, making him a formidable force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

Like Superboy, Y/N possessed superhuman strength, allowing him to perform incredible feats of physical prowess and to go toe-to-toe with even the most powerful adversaries. His invulnerability made him virtually indestructible, able to withstand the most devastating attacks without so much as a scratch.

But what truly set Y/N apart was his extreme proficiency in hand-to-hand and weapon combat. Trained from a young age in the art of combat on his home planet of Tamaran, Y/N was a master of various fighting styles and techniques, able to hold his own against opponents of any size or skill level.

In addition to his formidable combat skills, Y/N possessed the ability to generate energy bolts and blasts from his hands and eyes, a power known as star bolts on Tamaran. These powerful energy blasts were capable of incapacitating even the most resilient foes, adding a deadly edge to Y/N's already impressive arsenal of abilities.

Together, Y/N's strength, combat prowess, and energy manipulation abilities made him a major asset to the Young Justice team, capable of turning the tide of battle in their favor with a single well-placed strike. Whether facing off against street-level criminals or cosmic threats, Y/N stood ready to defend his teammates and protect the innocent, his unwavering determination and indomitable spirit serving as a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

As the Team faced off against Vandal Savage and his henchmen in the abandoned warehouse, the air crackled with tension and anticipation. Nightwing and Aqualad led the charge, their years of experience and leadership guiding the team through the chaotic fray.

Superboy, Miss Martian, and Zatanna with a few of their other teammates had split off to retrieve the stolen weapon, leaving Nightwing, Artemis, Kid Flash, and Y/N to hold off Savage and his goons. The battle was fierce and relentless, with Savage's forces proving to be formidable adversaries.

As Nightwing faced off against Vandal Savage in the dimly lit warehouse, the villain was proving himself to be a most formidable foe. Savage's millennia of combat experience and immortality made him a threatening force, his strength and resilience far surpassing that of any ordinary adversary.

The two circled each other warily, each seeking to gain the upper hand in the deadly dance of combat. Nightwing moved with the grace and precision of a trained acrobat, his nimble movements a stark contrast to Savage's brute force and relentless determination.

With a calculated look, Savage launched himself at Nightwing, his fists crashing down with bone-crushing force. Nightwing barely managed to dodge the blow, rolling to the side and countering with a swift kick to Savage's midsection.

But, he shrugged off the attack as if it were nothing. With a savage grin, he came at Nightwing again delivering multiple strikes that drove the young hero further back towards the edge of defeat.

Even with his own experience and endurance in battle, Nightwing found himself struggling to keep up with the relentless assault. His movements grew sluggish and tired as his body began to succumb to the pain of the attacks, his mind racing as he searched for a way to turn the tide of battle in his favor.

As he staggered back from Vandal Savage's brutal onslaught, his muscles burning with exhaustion and his mind reeling from the relentless barrage of attacks, he knew that he was on the brink of defeat. With Savage bearing down on him, his fists raised for the final, devastating blow, Nightwing braced himself for the inevitable impact, steeling himself for the pain that was sure to follow.

But just as Savage's fist came crashing towards him, a streak of emerald energy shot through the air, intercepting the attack with pinpoint precision. Nightwing's eyes widened in astonishment as he watched Y/N swoop in, his Tamaranean abilities allowing him to move with speed and agility unmatched by any ordinary mortal.

With a powerful surge of energy, Y/N deflected Savage's blow, sending the immortal villain stumbling backward with a grunt of rage and frustration. Nightwing could hardly believe what he was seeing as Y/N stood before him, his expression determined and his eyes blazing with determination.

But the battle was far from over, and Savage wasted no time in launching another furious assault. As he lunged towards Y/N, his hands outstretched for the kill, Y/N met him head-on, his own strength and resilience proving to be more than a match for the immortal foe.

With a swift movement, Savage managed to grab Y/N mid-attack, his grip like iron as he sought to crush the life out of the young hero. As he tightened his grip around the Tamaranean’s midsection, he was despondent to see Y/N unfazed by his move, his expression calm and determined as he looked Savage straight in the eye.

"I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am stronger than I look," Y/N declared, his words resonating with undeniable strength and conviction no matter how soft they were spoken.

As he spoke, a flicker of determination ignited in Y/N's eyes, the vibrant emerald glow intensifying until his eyes shone with a brilliant radiance. The Tamaranean brought his foot back before unleashing a devastating kick to Savage's chest, the force of the blow sending the mastermind staggering back. His expression contorted with pain and surprise despite his strength and healing as he struggled to maintain his footing against the onslaught.

As Savage stumbled backwards, Y/N seized the opportunity to press his advantage, launching a relentless barrage of attacks that left the immortal villain struggling to keep up. Meanwhile, Superboy, Miss Martian, and Zatanna had succeeded in securing and disabling the prototype weapon, turning the tide of battle in their favor.

As the battle raged on and the rest of the team rallied to their side, they watched in awe as the Tamaranean held his own against Savage and his goons, his strength and resilience shining through with every strike.

He was relentless, pressing his advantage with unwavering determination as he launched into a relentless barrage of attacks. Each strike fueled by an inner fire and a fierce determination to protect his teammates and emerge victorious against the forces of evil.

Also, no one was allowed to lay hands on his leader like that without repercussions. Vandal truly did not know who he was fucking with.

As Nightwing watched Y/N in the heat of battle, a wave of admiration washed over him, mingled with a sense of awe that bordered on reverence. His eyes traced the contours of his form, noting the fluid grace with which he moved and the unwavering determination etched upon his features.

In the flickering light of the warehouse, the Tamaranean seemed to glow with an inner fire, his emerald eyes ablaze with determination as he faced off against the immortal menace of Vandal Savage. Nightwing couldn't help but be captivated by the sight, drawn to the raw strength and resilience that seemed to emanate from Y/N's very being.

But it wasn't just his physical prowess that impressed Nightwing. It was the strength of his spirit, the unwavering resolve that burned brightly within him even in the face of overwhelming odds. There was something undeniably magnetic about Y/N, something that stirred a longing within Nightwing's heart that he couldn't quite put into words.

With a determined nod, he rose to his feet, his own resolve renewed as he prepared to join the fray once more.

Together, Nightwing and Y/N fought with a synchronicity that bordered on instinct, their movements fluid and coordinated as they launched a devastating assault on Savage and his forces. As they drove their adversaries back, the rest of the team rallied to their side, their collective strength and determination proving to be more than a match for the forces of evil.

As the battle raged on, Nightwing couldn't help but feel a stirring of something deeper than mere admiration. There was a connection between him and Y/N, a bond that transcended words and defied explanation. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, each complementing the other in ways that went beyond the battlefield.

In that moment, as they fought side by side against their foes, the acrobat couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to truly be with the Tamaranean, to share in the triumphs and trials of life as partners, as equals, as something more.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. There would be time to explore the depths of his feelings later. For now, he fought alongside Y/N with a renewed sense of purpose, his heart filled with admiration and longing for the alien hero who had captured his attention in more ways than one.

Y/N used his incredible strength and ability of flight to help launch Nightwing into the air, while Nightwing used his light and agile nature to deliver a series of lightning-fast blows against the villain. Together, they worked to bring the villain to his knees, their combined efforts finally proving to be too much for the immortal.

As Savage finally admitted defeat with a promise and retreated into the shadows, the Young Justice team stood victorious, proud and relieved smiles etched onto their faces from their hard-earned victory. They all surrounded their co-leader and teammate, making sure he was okay while praising Y/N for his prowess in his battle with Savage.

"Dude! That was like total badass moves out there!" Kid Flash exclaimed, his eyes wide with awe.

"Yeah, I know you've been on the team for a while now, but I haven't seen a more well-deserved ass whooping like that in a while," Artemis agreed, her lips curling into a smirk.

"It truly was a sight to behold. Well done, Y/N," Aqualad added, his voice tinged with pride.

"I'm so glad you're both safe," Miss Martian added, relief evident in her voice.

"Yeah, that was a close call," Superboy chimed in, his expression serious.

Nightwing couldn't help but chuckle at their enthusiastic praise, his gaze drifting to Y/N. The Tamaranean smiled, his eyes sparkling with appreciation and gratitude at the praise.

"Thank you. Though, I think my friend here is deserving of just as much credit," he replied, gesturing to the former Boy Wonder.

"Oh, no, you definitely did most of the heavy lifting," Nightwing insisted, shaking his head. "If it weren't for you, I would've been a goner."

"I do not know about that. You were holding your own quite well before I arrived. But, we make a good team, do we not?" Y/N mused, his smile widening.

"Yeah, we do," Nightwing agreed, his cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment.

"And now we know, the next time we need to save our butts, just throw Nightwing into mortal danger and Y/N goes into god mode," Kid Flash teased, breaking the mood.

"Dude!" Nightwing hissed, punching his best friend on the arm.

"Yeah, payback, Robby-Poo," Kid Flash, still using his old nickname for his friend despite his name change.

"Well, we should probably head back to headquarters. We need to get this weapon back to the cave," Aqualad interjected, ever the voice of reason.

"Sounds good to me," Superboy agreed, already heading for the exit.

As the Team made their way out of the warehouse, a warm feeling settled over Nightwing's chest, his gaze lingering on the Tamaranean. There was no doubt in his mind that they would continue to make a great team, both on and off the battlefield.

"Hold on a sec, Y/N. We'll be right behind you, guys!" Nightwing called out to his teammates.

The rest of the team shared a knowing glance, a few snickers, and suggestive grins exchanged between them. But they didn't say anything, opting instead to give their friends some privacy.

Except KF who was giving the vigilante a thumbs-up and a wink.

Nightwing rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the blush didn't fade.

Once they were alone, Y/N turned his attention to the former Boy Wonder, his expression curious.

"Is everything okay, Dick? Are you still hurt?" He asked, voice lilting with curiosity.

The acrobat tried not to blush at Y/N's use of his name, the way it rolled off his tongue like liquid gold. Even though they were technically still in the field and should be addressing each other by their alias names, he didn't mind it. Not one bit.

"No, no, I'm fine. Really. Just wanted to say thank you," Nightwing assured, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"For what? Defeating Vandal Savage?" Y/N questioned, confusion written across his features.

"Well, yeah, that, too. But, I meant, thank you for saving me," Nightwing explained, his tone growing soft.

"Oh," Heat growing under the Tamaranean's golden cheeks.

"I'm not gonna lie, I was worried for a second. But, then you came swooping in and turned the tables. I knew I was safe," the acrobat confessed, his gaze locking with the Tamaranean's.

"You are most welcome. It was an honor to fight alongside you. I would not have let any harm come to you, Dick," Y/N replied, his expression earnest, though he wanted to say more.

Ever since he came to Earth, he'd grown into the Earthling culture, which meant he was a lot less direct with his feelings, which proved to be much more frustrating than he thought. Especially when it came to expressing the lingering feelings he had for his leader.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks," the acrobat said, offering a small smile.

"Of course," the Tamaranean responded, returning the gesture.

"We should probably get going. The others are waiting for us," Nightwing pointed out, though he didn't want the moment to end.

"Yes, they are," Y/N agreed, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"Maybe after we're finished filing our reports and debriefing, we can hang out? Catch up on things, or whatever," the acrobat suggested, his heart racing in his chest.

"I would like that," the Tamaranean replied, his cheeks flushing pink.

"Cool," Nightwing nodded, trying his best not to grin like an idiot.

"Yes. Cool, indeed," Y/N echoed, his eyes sparkling with gleefulness.

"You two coming or what? Let's go," Kid Flash yelled from the warehouse entrance.

"Yeah, yeah, we're coming!" Nightwing called back, rolling his eyes.

With a final shared smile, the two heroes made their way toward their teammates, the promise of a new beginning and a blossoming relationship hanging in the air.

☀️ | Dick Grayson/Nightwing | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

I am obsessed with your yandere dick and kory!

how would they react if reader wasn't really into girls?

Yandere Nightwing x reader x yandere Starfire

At first, they wouldn’t take your feelings seriously. Kori’s bright smile wouldn’t waver as she gently brushed her fingers along your cheek, her voice warm and full of optimism. “Oh, [name], perhaps you simply have not had the chance to see how much love we can give you—together.”

Dick, standing close beside her, would chuckle softly, his tone light but tinged with determination. “Kori’s right. Relationships are about trust and connection, not just preferences. You’ll see that we’re perfect for you soon enough.”

They wouldn’t see your lack of interest in women as an obstacle, but rather a misunderstanding you simply needed their help to overcome.

From that point on, they’d both work together to subtly mold your perspective. Kori would overwhelm you with affection—soft kisses, warm hugs, and constant reassurances of how deeply she and Dick cared for you. Her physical affection would be framed as natural, part of her Tamaranean culture, and she’d always have an excuse ready if you hesitated.

Meanwhile, Dick would take a quieter, more strategic role. He’d gently guide conversations to remind you of everything Kori brought to your life—her kindness, her beauty, her unwavering love. “You don’t have to decide anything now,” he’d say, his hand lightly brushing yours. “Just let us show you how much we care.”

They’d carefully orchestrate moments where you’d rely on them—whether through Dick’s protective nature or Kori’s nurturing care—until you began to feel like there was no one else who could love you the way they did.

As your resistance persisted, their obsession would grow deeper, their possessiveness more apparent. They’d start limiting your interactions with others, especially anyone they felt might “confuse” you. Kori’s grip on your hand would tighten when someone lingered too long in conversation, and Dick’s charming demeanor would shift into something darker if anyone tried to challenge their claim on you.

“You’re safest with us,” Kori would say one evening, her voice soft as she rested her head on your shoulder. “We love you more than anyone else ever could. No one else can understand you like we do.”

Dick would nod, his arm wrapping around your waist. “We’re a family, [name]. You, me, Kori—and eventually, you’ll see that this is where you belong.”

They’d double down on their affection, working as a team to drown you in love and attention. Kori would bring you thoughtful gifts and shower you in praise, while Dick would go out of his way to ensure you felt protected and supported. Together, they’d create an environment where their presence felt inescapable, yet comforting.

In their minds, your lack of interest in women wasn’t a rejection—it was just a hurdle they’d overcome together. For them, the solution was simple: love you so deeply, so completely, that you’d have no choice but to stay. And with the way they worked in perfect sync, it was hard to see how you could escape their grasp.

(A/n: I suck at making characters talk, sorry y'all)

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

the little princess (g.l.)

Pairing: Garfield Logan x Tamaranean!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None i think

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: If the Titans had a nickel for every time one of Kori's sister's, that she apparently had a very bad relationship with, landed on Earth, they'd have two nickels. Which isn't much but it's weird that it happened twice.

A/N: This is just a little ode to the Starfire that was in the OG Teen Titans show because I just love her so much. She's just a little cutie patootie and I loved all of her quirks and antics. I wanted to make the oneshot a little longer and end with both Gar and her getting together but I realized that it would've been far too long and I didn't want to write all that in the same one-shot.

It was in Dick's poor judgment to listen to the police radio while they were taking the cross-country road trip while getting back to San Francisco. Well, if we're debating Dick's poor judgment, he really should have taken the jet but not like the team could do anything about it now.

They were in Nevada, near Las Vegas when the chatter on the radio went wild. He spared a glance at Starfire, wondering if they should respond but she shook her head. So far, all alerts on the police radio had been insignificant things like disruption of business or public intoxication. Nothing that required their intervention.

So, Dick didn't bother to turn his indicator on for the exit from the highway. That was until they heard something cut through the static, clear as day, "Attention all units, need immediate backup! There's some sort of human flame thrower here! Like that superhero chick!"

They shared a glance and Dick swerved off the road and into the exit, nearly hitting another car in his hurry.

It took longer than it should have to get there, considering Starfire was driving while Dick changed into his Nightwing suit in the bathroom. To say that LVMPD were surprised when an RV rolled up with five superheroes inside was an understatement.

They directed them to the building, the perimeter heavily guarded by multiple officers, all armed.

Once they entered the building, everyone froze, noting how the girl on fire in the middle of the room looked much like the one standing beside them. Her hair was glowing and floating along with her body as she clenched her molten fists.

This never would have happened if they just took the jet.

Before any of them could even come up with a game plan, their target noticed just who was standing there and stopped. When the flames and the nearly blinding glow had subsided, they noticed all that was remaining was a young girl.

"Kori?" She asked curiously, wondering if that was really Starfire or just someone who looked exactly like her. After all, it was a new planet, she didn't know much about the inhabitants here.

"(Y/N)?" Kori breathed out, equal parts shocked and relieved.

The girl's face crumpled, and she broke out into sobs before flying right into her arms, "Kori!"

It was kind of amusing to see Kori attempt to hug you back, considering that you were floating off the ground but once you were consoled, she let you go, and you remained floating a couple feet off the floor at her side.

Kori gestured to the rest of them, and you bashfully hid behind her, scared of the newcomers. Ever since you landed on this planet, they had been nothing but cruel to you. All you had done was use your powers to reheat the tea you were served and suddenly there were men who had pointed weapons at you.

You looked at Nightwing's escrima sticks apprehensively before tucking yourself further behind her back. She spared you a glance before turning to her teammates with a tolerating smile.

"Guys, meet my sister."

"Another sister? Is she gonna try and kill us too?"

"You know Komander?" You asked curiously, floating a bit higher so that your head peeked over Kori's.

"Vaguely." Conner answered and you tilted your head, watching him with a deliberating pout. He seemed a little uncomfortable by your piercing stare, so you averted your gaze before whispering in your sister's ear.

"Are they holding you hostage?"

She chuckled and shook her head before introducing all of them to you by name. You listened attentively, noticing how neither of them bothered to give you smiles aside from the youngest girl and boy named Rachel and Gar.

They had pretty hair. You liked them already.

***

"Another sister you didn't tell us about?" Dick pressed, leaning over the centre console and Kori sighed, running a hand down her face. You were floating in the back of the RV, listening intently to Tim's conspiracies about aliens and attempting to explain your history and more to him.

"I didn't think I had to. I never thought we'd actually have to run into her." She explained and he gave her a hard gaze.

"Yes, but a little heads up would have been nice."

"Well, I didn't know she was going to be here, now did I?!" She snapped and the RV was immediately silenced. She sighed and turned to give the rest of you a reassuring smile and you reluctantly went back to your conversations.

When she was sure they weren't listening, she turned back to Dick, "She's the youngest. After Komander was born without powers, the public and nobles pressed for my parents to have another child. She was born with powers and also the first one in like 5 generations to be born with the power of flight. She's considered a gem in the public eye. She can do no wrong. And she's too young to assume the throne so she's never pressured like Komander, and I were. I'm surprised they even let her off the planet."

Dick cast an uncertain eye on the woman beside him. It was obvious that she had some unresolved issues with you, although he couldn't exactly put his finger on why. From what he gathered, you were pretty delightful and made a cute first impression, unlike the time he met Jason.

"What's this?" You asked loudly, pointing to a hole in their table.

"Um, it's a sink." Gar answered, flustered that you didn't know about its existence, "It's where we wash our hands and dishes and things."

Your face scrunched up, "Well that sounds unhygienic. Can't you just acquire new ones?"

Kori rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?" She asked, finally acknowledging you now that she had wrapped her head around it.

Your brows furrowed at her tone as you flew closer to her, "Maybe I'm assuming but are you perhaps angry with me?"

She scoffed. Of course, you didn't even know when you upset someone. People back home usually jump through hoops for you, so it was no wonder that you had absolutely no idea of other people's feelings or thought that you could do any wrong.

"Yes! What the hell are you doing here?! You can't just come to a planet like Earth and then go around causing trouble!"

"Excuse me?" You asked cautiously, trying to reason with her. You had come here to find your older sister because you thought she would know what to do. The more you spoke with her, the less she seemed like the rightful ruler and more like Komander, "What was I meant to do, Kori'Ander? Our parents were murdered, the crown princess disappeared. People began looking toward me for an answer. What was I meant to tell them?"

She scoffed once again and you were starting to get very irritated by the sound, "Of course, couldn't even run a kingdom for a while."

This struck the wrong chord. You were never quite close with your older sisters; they both considered you the runt of the family and frequently made comments about how you were too young to join them on their excursions. Kori would seem like the doting older sister to the public, but you never really connected.

And Komander hated you since birth.

It was undeniable that your parents treasured you. I mean, how could they not when you constantly strived for their attention. You didn't have any friends growing up and your sisters scorned you when you did nothing wrong, so you depended on your parents for intimacy and connection.

It wasn't rare for you to be floating around the throne room, giggling when your father teased you by attempting to catch you, even though you were way out of his reach.

The people treasured you as well, you realized that very early, when you were first introduced to them as a young girl. You had been hiding behind your mother's gown, intimidated by the sheer amount of people and held her skirt in a tight fist.

You remember your parents cooing at you as they slowly revealed you to the rest of them and then the deafening sound of the crowd cheering. Your parents watched with pride as you began flying to try and see just how many people were there and they cheered louder.

You were adored.

And even though you did want to spend time with your sisters and play with them, you were eventually steered away from them by your parents after you had returned to their room in tears and inconsolable when your sisters had slammed their door in your face when you had just asked to play.

"I'm not the one meant to be running the kingdom, Kori. You are the crown princess. It was your duty to be take over the throne or officially abdicate it. Not mine." You explained, not quite understanding why she was being so negative. This had been her birth right and her path, way before you were even born.

You didn't realize it when you were younger but as you came of age, you understood that your role in the royal family wasn't one of politics or even running the kingdom. You were nothing more than a symbol to the people. Of purity, peace, and hope.

That had been made clear, so why was she suddenly expecting you to take over?

Everyone stared out the window, trying extremely hard to blend into the surroundings. While all of them respected Kori a lot, they all knew that she was impulsive and often said things without thinking them through. While Kori was excellent at giving advice, she herself was awful at controlling her emotions and lashed out often.

Tim began making prayers that they would make it through without something catching on fire.

"I realize that (Y/N)! But you're still the princess in our absence! You should have done something instead of running away and make someone solve your problems for you!"

You gasped, "My problems?! The kingdom that you're the ruler of is my problem? I'm the one who's running away? You're the one who ran so far that you went to a completely different planet! You—You zarbnarf!"

Kori froze, watching as your eyes glassed over with furious tears. Immediately, she regretted speaking to you that way, feeling panic build in her system. It was probably because growing up, she had learnt to grow terrified whenever you began crying around her.

Because you were the golden child. The fragile flower among molten rocks and you were treasured by your parents beyond anything. If either Kori or Komander had made you cry, they usually faced a punishment. That was something that you took advantage of, as an immature, mischievous child. When had you grown up so much?

She wanted to apologize, take it back but her pride was swelling so big in her chest that it clogged her throat. She was still angry and humiliated and all the things she felt as a child began coming back to her.

How could she be so immature? She had no idea what happened on Tamaran, and she had been foolish to think it was still the place she considered home. But it was inevitable for the people to ask about their ruler. She had been running away from the thought for too long.

She had completely forgotten that you were left behind in the chaos.

"You abandoned our family! Our people! And for what? A servant’s quarters on wheels?" You spat, turning away from her. She expected you to throw open the door and fly out but instead you stomped over to the seat beside Gar, not noticing the way he began scrambling to wiggly himself out of the booth and away from you.

He was too slow, and you ended up plopping down onto the seat beside him and he stared apprehensively at you from the corner of his eye.

Kori scoffed, "Why don't you just leave?!"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms, "I'm done with this conversation but not with you. If your first response to confrontation is to run away, then I can see why you weren't gifted with the power of flight in the first place."

She swelled, puffing out her chest, "You know what—?!"

When Kori realized that you weren't in the mood to talk anymore, she returned to her seat even though she wanted to keep yelling at you. Why did you get to decide when the argument was over? You both weren't on Tamaran anymore and your parents weren't around anymore to scold her for picking a fight with someone so much younger but still, she fumed silently in her seat.

You turned to Gar with an apologetic pout, "I apologize for calling this a servant's quarters. You have a lovely home."

He chuckled at your guilty face, "Yeah, this isn't where we live, we're just using it to get back home."

You gave him a smile, "So you're not feeling hard with me?"

He blushed furiously, ignoring Conner as he laughed quietly into his hand, "Yeah, no hard feelings here."

***

Since you were an "unwelcome" guest in Kori's eyes, you were confined to the couch when you reached the tower. She was expecting you to throw a fit or whine about having to sleep like a servant, but you didn't mind, didn't complain, didn't say anything as you sat silently on the couch.

They didn't know what caused the sudden damp in your mood, you had been smiling the entire trip back, asking questions and making conversation but it was like everything vanished the second you entered their home.

Gar came out of his room in the middle of the night for a snack when he saw you sitting up on the couch, knees pulled to your chest. He thought he would just grab whatever he needed and leave quickly but he heard you sniffle.

"You okay?"

You looked up at him startled, and quickly wiped away your tears before plastering a fake smile on your face, "I am fine. Thank you for asking."

He should have just nodded, giving you an awkward smile before retreating back to his bedroom but he seemed unable to get the apathetic words out at the site of you hiding your faltering smile behind your pink hair.

Superman had kryptonite. He had pretty girls.

"Would you like some ice cream?"

Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Iced screams? What is that?"

He chuckled, finding the way your nose scrunched up absolutely adorable, "Not 'iced screams'. Ice cream."

"Like cold milk?"

"Cold, sweet, hard milk."

You looked mildly repulsed, "I shall decline. Thank you for the offer."

He just breathed out a laugh, sitting next to you with a bowl of cookie dough and two spoons, "Just try it."

You kept giving him cautious glances all while lifting the spoon of the sugary treat to your mouth, watching as he nodded encouragingly and tentatively took a tiny taste (wow alliteration).

Gar had the absolute pleasure of watching your face scrunch up immediately, not expecting it to be that cold but it slowly faded into a small smile at the flavour.

When you had taken another spoon, he glanced at you and noticed your swollen eyes and red nose, "Is everything okay?"

You gave him a small smile and nodded, "I am merely just sick of your home."

He froze in disbelief before reminding himself that you were a literal princess. You were probably very used to luxury and had a literal castle to yourself.

And you're Komander's sister. That part explains a lot.

He shook the thoughts from his head before smiling politely and taking a spoon of ice cream himself when he didn't know how to respond. Luckily, he didn't have to because you continued.

"I know I have been here only a short time, but I miss Tamaran deeply."

The tension in his spine melted away and he slouched with a sigh of relief, "Oh, you're homesick."

You gave him a refined smile, "Yes, I just mentioned about the home-sickness."

"It's not exactly--nevermind."

There was a moment of silence while you quietly ate a couple more spoonfuls of ice cream before Gar spoke again, "No offense but if you miss it so much, why don't you just go back?"

You bit your lip, "My planet is in political instability. I'm unfit to take the throne. So, I vowed to bring the true heir back home."

His brows furrowed, "Why are you unfit to take the throne? You seem smart and powerful."

His compliment had heat raising to your cheeks and you felt a small smile grow on your face before it was dampened by the heavy topic and you sighed, resting your head against the back of the couch.

"My people wish that I take the throne because they see me as a beacon of hope but that is the very reason I am unable. My gift of flight has made me different from the rest of the Tamaraneans, so in a political sense, I have become a figurehead for nobility, equality and neutrality."

He nodded even though he wasn't quite understanding where this was headed.

"Because of this I have been trusted to be a mediator between my planet and others. I am but a symbol of peace. The rulers of other planets trust me because I am not part of the political party on Tamaran. I have never even made my debut into noble society. If I take my place as the ruler, those alliances could fall apart. The common people couldn't possibly understand that."

"So, you're supposed to be this unbiased figurehead but if you acquire any actual power, you think your alliances with other planets will fall apart?" He summarized, wanting to make sure that he actually understood, and you nodded.

"Well, why don't you just tell Kori that? I'm sure she'd understand."

Your eyes drifted to your feet that were folded up onto the sofa, "I was going to, but I lost my temper when she accused me of not taking initiative. She never acknowledged the work I did for my people. I suppose I got defensive."

He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze, "It's alright. Second time's the charm."

Your face scrunched up in confusion and he laughed quietly, "I mean, you should try again tomorrow. Maybe it'll go better this time."

"Ah."

"Hey (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Garfield?"

He offered you a small smile, "If it makes any difference, I really do believe that you did the right thing."

You felt the corners of your mouth tug up, "Thank you, Garfield."

***

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Battle Scars

Reader is from a planet of warriors. A planet where each scar is seen as honourable rather than ugly. When she accidentally sees Jason's scars, she can't help but look at them in amazement, much to Jason's surprise...

I really hope ya'll like this one...lmk!!

"Come on, lift you arms."

With an agitated sigh, Jason did as Dick asked and raised his muscled arms. Dick quickly pulled Jason's bloodied and torn shirt from his body and threw it to the floor, analysing the gash that sat across Jason's chest.

"What, did you get into a with Catwoman or something?" Tim asked, grimacing as he looked at the gruesome scene.

""I'll break your nose replacement." Venom coated his words, and Jason's expression read that he wasn't joking, so with that, Tim shook his head and left the room.

Just outside wandering the empty halls of Wayne manor was the girl Batman had found just a month prrior. Tall and toned, carved muscles on your arms and legs. A slick scar the colour of pearls ran down the side of your jaw to the top of your neck. A few more decorated your back and arms. A stern expression and soft eyes. You were a warrior from another planet Bruce had told everyone. He wasn't sure what planet though, seeming as whenever you told him the name, no records of it could be found. Not even those on the Justice League could find the unusual planet you were calling home. .

You weren't Kryptonian and you weren't an Amazon, even though your ideals and principles aligned with theirs. Nor were you a Martian, or an Atlantean or a Tamaranean. So what the hell were you?

Well, you kept telling them over and over. You were Idorian, from Idoria, but your home planet was apparently non-existent. 'A part of another timeline' was the theory.

"Non-existent as far as you're concerned." You had muttered with the roll of your eyes.

All they knew was that you'd accidentally been dragged to Earth when an incident a few months back involving portals and timelines threw you down from the sky into Bruce Wayne's garden. They also learnt that you had immense strength and durability. You could fly. You almost bested Wonder Woman in melee combat, almost. And electricity didn't affect you one bit. Other than that, you were a complete mystery.

And a certain seemingly uninterested vigilante seemed to liked that.

Tim watched as you looked out the grand windows lining the hallway, still amazed by the fact that Earth only had one sun.

A warm smile grew on his face. "Hey y/n, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much. You?"

Tim shrugged. "I was helping Dick mend Jason until I was threatened." He scoffed, trying to mask it with a bitter laugh.

A warmth grew in your cheeks at the mention of his name. Why? You had no idea.

"Why, what happened to him -?"

"Tim! You took the antiseptic with you!" Dick suddenly called out from the room, Jason's annoyed mumbles following.

Tim let out a huff, much to your confusion, "I don't wanna go back in there with that son of a bitch."

"It's alright, I can if you want." You offered, holding out your hand and questioning what a son of a bitch was. Humans were easily injured compared to your people, so it would be interesting to see the healing process.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked, his brow raising, "He can be a real ass, especially when people are trying to help him."

"Yeah, I'm sure." You replied, so Tim placed the odd looking bottle in your hands before you walked into the room.

Your footsteps echoed through the atmosphere. Instantly, Jason's eyes snapped up to meet yours, his cheeks burning a subtle red before he quickly looked away. A wince escaped him as he tried to subtly cover up his body. Too bad my shirt is on the damn floor he thought to himself. Picking up on Jason's change in demeanour, Dick turned to look at you, a charming grin appearing on his face immediately.

"Y/n! I haven't seen you in ages, how are you?" Dick had just finished pulling out the last shard of glass from Jason's slash and dropped the bloody tweezers on the tray beside him.

"I'm fine thank-you. Here is...well, this." You said, holding the bottle out to him. "Tim gave it to me."

"Thanks, y/n." He grabbed the bottle from you then looked back at the array of medical supplies sprawled across the table beside him. Hands cupped together in his lap, Jason stole glances of you here and there, glad that you were more interested in the odd looking tools Dick was focusing on rather than him.

"Shit, I just realised I forgot the stuff for the stitches," Dick turned to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "I'm just gonna run and grab some things. Can you watch him for me real quick?"

"I don't need a babysitter Dick." Jason quipped, his eyes trained on his brother. Please just let her leave.

"I don't mind." You responded, and that usual glint of joy passed through Dick's eyes.

"Thanks, I'll be back in a sec."

With that, Dick left the room, leaving you two alone.

"Why did you do that?"

You looked over at Jason with a puzzled look, "What do you mean?"

"You don't have to watch me. You can go if you like." Jason swallowed hard, doing his best to act unfazed by the fact that you were standing right there.

"It's alright, I'm kind of curious to see how this all works on your planet."

His gaze averted back onto the floor, his body instinctively turned from you. You, however, were watching him. The wound had stopped bleeding, and it didn't look too deep, but it stretched across one side of his chest and onto his bicep. Looking at his arms, you couldn't help but think about how he looked like those perfect sculptures back home.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." So curt. So closed off. You were going to remain quiet until you did a double take. Silver streaks painted his chest. His abdomen and arms. There were even some on his back that caught your eye.

"Wow." The words fell from your lips, and Jason's eyes cut back to you.

"What?" He asked, meaning to sound more curious than defensive.

You walked over to where he sat, eyes trained on all of his scars. All of his accomplishments. Back at home, whenever someone attained a scar, it meant they had cheated death. They had been lucky and strong enough to survive. It was why you never hid yours. A scar is a victory. A glorious one too. And Jason had many victories.

A sickening tightening sensation began in Jason's throat as you neared, still obviously oblivious to personal space, especially Jason's. He watched as you stared at his biggest insecurities, the things that would taint his body forever and remind him of the horrors he was forced to endure. Immediately, he grew even more self-conscious. Sick. Angry.

"What the hell are you doing?" He snapped, but you ignored it.

"If the elders back home saw this, they'd call you a war hero." You let a light laugh.

His frown faltered a little, his glistening eyes watching you intensely. It was as though your eyes were tracing each and every tarnished bit of his skin. "You have so many."

His frown was back, a shot of anger burning through his chest at your comment. Why did you of all people have to say that? Jason drew in a deep, shaky breath, but before he could speak you told him how impressive it all was, and now the frown was even deeper than before. "What?"

You looked up at him, and suddenly his head was reeling. Jason found that some part of him, a hidden away part that was deep deep down, wanted you to look at him like that for the rest of his life. A look that said he was worth something. That he wasn't this ugly, scarred monster. Skin crawling and muscles tensed, he managed to ignore it. Just for now. Just this once. He quickly cleared his throat as he waited for your explanation.

"Your scars...they- you have so many victories." You repeated, "Many more than me." You pulled the sleeve of your shirt back to show him. Jason's eyes ran along the silver lines on your arms before his attention turned to your skin. The muscles on your arms. The glossy hair that ran over your shoulder. His eyes drew up your neck to your lips...

He quickly looked away, shame and bashfulness so blatantly evident on his face.

"What do you mean..." His tone was distant, until he paused. "Victories?" Now he was curious.

You frowned. "What do you mean? Scars are honourable. They show strength. Tell stories. You must be a valiant fighter. A survivor." You smiled at him gently, pointing your finger at them. And it was like something got caught in his throat.

Silence washed over the room like a soft wave. Jason kept to himself as his big, bright eyes watched you. He turned your words in his head, amazed at how you viewed this topic. He almost waited for you to correct yourself or take the compliment back. Because there was no way. No way you were truly being honest about how you viewed the ugliest parts of himself. Everyone had always looked at his scars that same way, with pity and aversion. And yet you...

"You really think like that?" He asked, looking up at you through his dishevelled, raven hair.

"Doesn't everyone?"

A soft, subtle smile tugged at Jason's lips, and suddenly your heart was hammering in your chest, faster than a hiccup. Jason watched you attentively now, still shy, but not as ashamed or ill at ease. Since when was he so comfortable around others, especially a stranger? Especially about the things that kept him up at night? Especially with someone that was on his mind 24/7....

Dick suddenly bursted back into the room, a needle and bobbin of nylon string in his hand. "Sorry Jace, had to get Alfred to look for it."

Jason shook his head at Dick as he got started on stitching him back up. "I can do it myself you know -"

"Shut it." Dick responded.

Jason's gaze fell back onto you and he almost felt like collapsing when you said you'd leave them be and see them later. You realised the longer you stood with him, the lighter your head was becoming. So with that, you left the room, and all Jason could think about for the rest of the day was you.

[nosyrobin]

Male Tamaranean!reader always lifting up Tim air borne just like how 2003 starfire always did to 2003 Robin. The alien male is secretly crushing on the smart detective as Tim is also secretly pinning for the male. Tim coughs into his hand to bring the alien’s attention to him, he can’t help but smile when the alien hugs him. It’s even cuter to Tim when the male alien is so happy to see Tim after missing him. It’s like a dog happy to see its owner.

Dick asks Tim does he like the Tamaranean, bluntly Tim confirms as he was doing a report case to show his team. Dick pats tim’s back hard, saying about how “you’re just like me fr.” Tim ignores what dick says as his cheeks are not tinted pink.

[gardens-light]

OOOOH THE TAMARAN ASK WAS SO GOOD YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING!!

My brain immediately thought of the idea of Tamaran rulers finding out how corrupt Sentinel Prime is. But before they could do anything, Sentinel Prime declares all Tamaran’s enemies of Cybertron and should be arrested/executed on sight. How would Orion Pax, D-16, Starscream and B-127 react to that?? Their significant other is now technically enemies of the damn planet because of Sentinel Prime’s corruption.

Thank you so much! That was honestly the first time I've done a head cannon. So your feedback is really appreciative :) I absolutely love this idea! And couldn't help but immedictly come up with some ideas. I added Sentinel S/O, of how they would react to his betrayal.

Transformers One x GN/Tamaran Reader (Rebellion Headcanons)

When the rulers of Tamaran uncovered Sentinel Prime’s corruption, they intended to act carefully. But before they could make a move, Sentinel struck first.

With a single decree, Sentinel labeled every Tamaran as an enemy of Cybertron. Arrest on sight. Execution, if necessary.

Part 1

Orion Pax

At first, Orion couldn’t believe it. Sentinel had always been strict, but this? This was tyranny.

The news reached him as he was sifting through old files in Iacon’s Hall of Records. His spark nearly stopped when he heard Sentinel’s voice echo across the city's holograms:

"Effective immediately, Tamaran and its people are enemies of Cybertron. Any Cybertronian found aiding them will be branded a traitor and dealt with accordingly."

Orion dropped everything and ran.

His optics scanned every corner, searching desperately for you. Finally finding you at one of your usual spots—an abandoned balcony overlooking Iacon’s golden skyline. There you were standing still, back turned, arms crossed. Clearly... you've heard.

Once hearing his footsteps approach you, eyes shining with pain as you met his gaze. “Orion… what do we do?”

Without saying a word, he simply held you close. Pressing soft kisses upon the top of your head, hoping that it would provide you some sort of comfort.

---

At first, Orion tried to use legal channels. He poured through archives, trying to find a loophole, a way to revoke Sentinel’s order. He contacted old mentors, tried to rally officials— surely someone else saw how wrong this was? But he was met with silence. Fear. Only to realize how deep Sentinel’s grip was.

That’s when Orion knew—Cybertron wasn’t listening.

So he changed tactics.

He began whispering among the people. At first, quiet murmurs—discontent spreading in hidden circles. Then, stronger words, fueling those who had already begun questioning Sentinel’s leadership.

You stayed with him every step of the way, offering insight, sharing knowledge of war tactics—because Tamaran had seen tyrants before. Teaching Orion that fighting oppression wasn’t just about weapons. It was about hope. About showing the people that there was another way.

When Sentinel’s enforcers began actively hunting Tamaraneans, you both fought back. Stealing transport ships, smuggling refugees out of Iacon, dismantling surveillance systems—turning Sentinel’s own strategies against him.

But it came with a price.

You were attacked, without warning. Sentinel’s enforcers surrounded you in an alley, weapons drawn, optics cold. Orion arrived just in time, his voice sharp as he ordered them to stand down.

“They are under my protection,” he said, stepping between you and Sentinel's guards.

“They are an enemy,” the enforcer replied.

Orion’s fists clenched. Not to me.

As the guards lurched forwards, Orion protected you with fierce defence. Using his surroundings and the weight of his enemy to his advantage.

There was no going back now.

“You need to leave the city,” his voice breaking. “I can’t—I can’t let them take you.”

But you shook your head. “Not without you.”

Orion felt something deep inside shift. He had spent his life believing in Cybertron’s system. Now, he realized it was broken beyond repair.

His revolution wasn’t just for Cybertron anymore. It was for you.

D16/Megatron

When Sentinel’s decree reached D-16’s audio receptors, something inside him snapped.

He had known cruelty. He had suffered the caste system’s brutality. He had seen the weak crushed under Cybertronian rule.

But this? This was personal.

Sentinel had just painted a target on his partner’s back. His sparkmate.

He found them you in his quarters deep within Kaon, a city that he claimed since renaming himself 'Megatron'. But your usual fierce expression was shadowed with unease.

“They’ll come for me,” you lowly spoke. Hugging yourself.

D-16 reached out, gently tracing his fingers along your face. “Let them try.”

---

His rage was unstoppable. He declared Kaon a sanctuary for Tamaraneans. He sent squads of his most elite warriors to intercept Sentinel’s enforcers before they could capture anyone.

He stormed through Kaon, his optics burning with fury, his fusion cannon primed. He ordered his Decepticons to spread the word—any Cybertronian who so much as looked at a Tamaran wrong would answer to him.

And that, he made a promise.

“I will rip him apart!,” he growled, holding your face between his servos, his touch gentle despite the rage in his voice. “I will make him suffer for every spark he’s condemned. For every Tamaran who has suffered under his hand-”

Usually you where the voice of reason, but this time... you hesitated. “D, you can’t—”

“Can’t?” He let out a low, bitter laugh. “Watch me.”

As promised, Kaon was a safe haven. Any Tamaran who managed to flee was given protection, weapons, shelter. He sent squads to hunt Sentinel’s enforcers, eliminating them before they could report back. He turned the hunt on them.

But it wasn’t enough.

D-16 wanted Sentinel dead.

He started planning his execution.

One night, you caught him alone in the war room, staring at Sentinel’s holographic image with murder in his optics.

“This... isn’t just about saving my people anymore... is it?”

D-16 didn’t answer at first. But in a low, dangerous voice, he said, “I will rip the throne from beneath him. I will watch him beg—” his servos clenched into fists—“I will crush him.”

You placed a hand over his chest, right where his spark pulsed. Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Promise me... you won’t lose yourself.”

His servo softly covered your hand, pressing it tightly against him.

“I promise you,” he murmured. “That I will never forgive him.”

It wasn't about Cybertron anymore, or the false prophets. It was about revenge.

And he would burn Sentinel’s empire to the ground for you.

Starscream

Starscream had seen Cybertron’s corruption firsthand. But even he was surprised by Sentinel’s decree.

When he first read the official notice, he scoffed. A declaration of war against an entire species? How predictable.

But then—he realized what it meant for you.

His Tamaran partner.

His Sparkmate.

Wasting no time, Starscream erased your records. Tamaran's had unique energy signatures, yet he? He was an expert at falsifying data. As far as Cybertron’s systems were concerned, you had never existed.

Records? Gone. Surveillance footage? Altered. As far as Cybertron was concerned, you had never existed.

When he returned home that night, he found you waiting for him, arms crossed.

“You erased me,” your voice was filled with hurt. Something that made his spark ache, more than he cared to admit.

“I saved you,” he corrected. “You’re safe.”

But you didn’t look relieved. You looked… disappointed. Angry.

“Safe?” you whispered. “Or hidden?”

Starscream’s confidence wavered. “Both.”

You reached out, cupping his face. “I don’t want to be your secret, Starscream.”

His wings trembled.

He knew the only way to protect you was to play Sentinel’s game better than he did.

So, he made a decision.

Starscream began manipulating Sentinel’s own system against him. He forged false reports, sent Sentinel’s enforcers on wild goose chases, created fabricated confessions from high-ranking officials claiming that they were the ones aiding Tamaraneans.

All the while, he kept his you hidden. His once-spacious quarters now had concealed compartments, energy dampeners, emergency exits. Holding you tight against him, as you cuddled into his side every night. Falling into a calm, comforting sleep while he whispered heartful promises of keeping you safe.

B-127

B-127 wasn’t a strategist. He wasn’t a warlord.

He didn’t understand why Sentinel had done this. But he understood what it meant. You—the one he had laughed with, danced with, loved—was now a target.

Bee’s only instinct was to protect you.

The moment he heard the decree, he panicked. He searched the entire city of Iacon, until he found you hiding in the shadows of an ally, eyes wide with fear.

Without thinking, he pulled you into his arms. “You'll be safe,” he sighed, his servos shaking. “I promise.”

He smuggled you onto a cargo train that ventured to the surface of Cybertron, using encrypted codes to scramble the location, taking you both far away from the warzones. He set up camp in a forgotten, abandoned wasteland where no Cybertronian dared to go.

But even in hiding, he still loved.

He still played music for you. He still collected little glowing Cybertronian flowers from the outskirts of Iacon, placing them in your hands like he always did. He still wanted to see and hear your laugh, even when the universe wanted to tear you apart. Bee still danced with you under the neon glow of the surrounding energon rivers.

And when you laid together at night, curled up in the quiet safety of the old energon mine, he'd take your hand and pressed it over his spark. Kissing you with a tender touch, pouring all his love into that single moment.

Sentinel Prime

When Sentinel Prime first courted you, it was a calculated decision. A political move. A strategy.

He painted himself as a strong, noble warrior—an honorable leader who valued power and unity. To the Tamaraneans, he spoke of alliances, of diplomacy, of a future where Cybertron and Tamaran stood side by side.

And to you? He whispered words of devotion. Promises of loyalty. Declarations of love.

And you, being his fierce, passionate, and noble partner— you believed him. Trusted him.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Sentinel branded your people as enemies of Cybertron.

No warning. No explanation.

One day, you were the Prime’s beloved consort. The next? You were a traitor?

The moment you heard the decree, you couldn't help but freeze. Standing in the great halls of Iacon, surrounded by towering Cybertronians, listening as Sentinel Prime himself declared your people to be hunted!

Your heart pounded. Eyes widened. Surely—surely—you... had misheard him?

You turned to him, desperate, searching his face for some kind of explanation. But... Sentinel didn't even look at you.

He stared straight ahead, voice cold, commanding. "All who harbor Tamaraneans will share their fate."

It felt like your entire world shattered.

Everything—everything—you two had built together. The future you both had envisioned. The love you had believed in.

It was all a lie.

“Sentinel,” you whispered, stepping toward him. “Tell me this isn’t real.”

Only then did he turn to face you. And the look in his optics— unbothered, calculating, utterly indifferent—was what finally broke you.

“This is the path Cybertron requires,” he said simply, tone filled with coldness.

And that was when you realized— Sentinel Prime never truly loved you

You had been a pawn in his game. A tool to gain Tamaran’s trust, to keep your people in line while he tightened his grip on Cybertron.

But now?

Now, you were inconvenient. Expendable.

You didn’t even have time to grieve. The moment Sentinel was done speaking, his enforcers turned toward you.

Weapons drawn.

“By order of Sentinel Prime, you are under arrest.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Hands tightened into fists. Arrested? Executed?

By him?

By the mech who had once sworn to cherish you?

Rage and heartbreak burned inside you, but the only thing you could was run.

Blasters fired behind you, while sprinting down the golden halls of Iacon. The once-loyal guards chased you through the city streets.

Everything you and Sentinel had once ruled over together, had now turned against you.

By the time you finally escaped into the wastelands of Cybertron, your body was trembling. Mind spinning.

There was nothing now.

No home. No allies.

No Sentinel.

And the cruelest truth of all: The mech you loved had never truly existed.

[i-starcreamed]

Hey can I get three different scenarios if, Optimus, Mirage and bumblebee from Rotb, had met a tameranean who is like Starfire in a way, and is a princess. How would they react when they meet her and learn how strong and powerful she is, and what would their romantic relationship be like. Also the reader acts like starfire too, but I would find it funny if she kissed the Autobots to learn their language when she too comes to earth cause they were the nearest thing near her. Sorry if this is a lot I just love the idea since she too lives in space, that they may know a little bit about each other. Also I would find it adorable if they had sparklings with her since I head canon tameraneans can practically mate with anything. (I’m gonna scream if you except this, cause I don’t think you will but thank you for at least reading this! 🫶🏾)

i actually thought this idea was super cute, anon. I decided to do long-ish headcanons because I wasn't sure how to fit everything into one scenario for each.

[ tameranean!reader post includes: ROTB Optimus, Mirage, and Bumblebee

OPTIMUS

once he assesses that you're not a threat, I imagine he'd be super curious about your powers and abilities. Once he finds out you're too from space, I feel like he'll be able to confide in you a bit more than he would with humans?? Like, you're an alien like him, possibly stranded on Earth as well

he respects you so much, because wow you're a princess? He admires your bravery, especially if you're willing to help them. Despite being reluctant at first

Just imagined Optimus Prime bowing down to you a little, started going crazy

anyways

The Autobots were the first you came across upon landing on Earth, you didn't speak their language nor did you speak English. You proved you weren't a threat, but they didn't understand you or know your motives yet. You realized you landed on yet another civilization that doesn't speak nor understand Tamaraneans. And so, you did the only thing you could do. Optimus was the closest, so you gave him a simple peck on the mouth. The other autobots around were trying not to giggle at the look on Prime's face. He was shocked, confused, and maybe a bit flustered. You swore he didn't answer for a couple minutes when you greeted everyone.

He's suchhh a big fan of your Tamaranean features, you're so unique and yet so human as well. Again, he admires your bravery and strength and your attitude. Genuinely enjoys your company. If you're somewhere secluded, he'll go on a drive with you maybe flying next to him as you talk :3

I think Prime would be one to want sparklings with his significant other, he could only hope they will live in a world outside of war. He would never want them to experience what he and many others did. Also deep down, the Orion Pax in him that would've never thought about fighting in a war would've wanted to happily settle down somewhere. Knowing that you're a bit stronger/resilient than normal humans (or most types of aliens he knows of) he feels a lot more secure with having sparklings with you. How many? No one will ever know.

MIRAGE

okay so imagine you meet in the middle of a fight accidentally. You've been trying to blend in like a normal citizen of Earth ever since you got here, you were shocked to see that humans were in fact not the only species that lived here. Unfortunately for you, the same city you were staying at was being attacked by giant evil alien robots.

You're in the middle of the street, not really knowing the extent of what these robots can do. One second you see a Porsche, a semi truck, and a camaro speed past you and transform into more alien robots...but this time they're fighting the one destroying the city so they're good you think? The next second, you were too frozen in admiring these aliens when suddenly a car goes flying towards you.

It happens in slow motion, Mirage is the only one who sees it go straight for your face. But he's confident, he knows he can catch it and save you. Except...it slips through his servos. His spark nearly stops. Instead of seeing a poor 'human' go spat on the ground, he can't believe his optics when you reach out and catch the fucking car??

After that whole incident, he's asking you a bunch of questions. You give him a lil kiss so you can answer him in his language, you're slightly surprised when suddenly you know english and cybertronian, whatever that is

Honestly, I could imagine Mirage never letting go of that kiss, like he's going to joke about it for years.

You're a princess? hell yeah, he thinks you're super badass and wants to see you in action tbh. He's still gonna act like a knight in shining armor but he knows you can handle yourself, he wants to impress you fr

Wants you to teach him your language, he will try but it'll sound like gibberish. Either that or he will learn it immediately because uhh cybertronian super advanced robot?

He's definitely an excited father to your sparklings, you will need to make sure he doesn't teach them to be troublemakers because HE WILL raise them into little fuckin risk takers

BUMBLEBEE

Unfortunately he would not be able to learn your language since there are no tameranean radio stations.. but hey you can still kiss him!

once he gets to know you and where you're from, he's a huge fangirl I think

definitely hypes you up and praises you when you chuck a car at a deception or something. Once he knows you're probably as strong as they are, you guys do some cool combos out in the battlefield.

power couple !?!?!

jokingly does a little bow every time he greets you, then crushes you in a hug. Probably plays some cheesy line from some radio station

he lovesss how you're so kind and compassionate to species you don't know and a planet that isn't yours, but also the fact that you're brave in the face of danger. He knows you can defend yourself and still come back to give him a lil kiss afterwards

he asks if you can carry him. you probably lift him up by one hand and he's going crazy that you might drop him.

you will both learn about Earth together, as well as each other's home planets :3

laying out in the middle of nowhere, staring at the stars and reminiscing about your home? of course

he'd be sooo nervous about sparklings, nervous but excited. He'd be the most caring boyfriend and equally as caring father

thinks your sparklings are the cutest ever ever

[fl3shm4id3n]

ᵀᵃᵐᵃʳᵃⁿᵉᵃⁿ! ʸ/ⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ

𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻

[recreationalfanfics]

Tengen with a Tamaranean! Reader

Fandoms: DC, Demon Slayer

A/N: YEAH, NO, MY BRAIN HAS BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS. If you don't know what Tamaraneans are; they are an alien race in DC comics that Starfire comes from. Obv a Tamaranean would be too OP in Demon Slayer. ANOTHER GREAT THING ABOUT TAMARANEANS IS THAT POLY RELATIONSHIPS ARE NORMALIZED

Warning: Reader kisses characters out of nowhere (this is because Tamaraneans CAN speak other languages but they have to kiss someone in order to do it)

- NAH, BRO, HE AND HIS WIVES ARE INSTANTLY IN LOVE AND YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

- THE WAY YOUR HAIR SETS ON FIRE!? AMAZING. THE BEAUTIFUL GLOWING AND CALM AURA AROUND YOU!? IMMACULATE. YOUR STRENGTH AND KIND HEARTED NATURE!? FLASHY.

- He was probably fight a demon and you had just crash landed on Earth and while you had no idea what was going on, you stepped in when you saw the large and ferocious demon looming over him and used one of your star bolts.

- To be honest, I honestly think Tengen wouldn't think too much about aliens (my guy is wearing crystals) probably thought you were a demon at first but then you smiled at him and his brain went blank. Yeah, no, definetly not a demon.

- HIS WIVES CATCH UP, THEY'RE CONFUSED ABOUT WHO YOU ARE but are very fascinated by you. But then when they ask you questions, you can't understand them and you try to signal that to them with your hands but then you sighs and kiss the nearest one.

- That one happened to be Suma and she was shocked and when you pulled away, her face was beat red and she looked like she was about to faint. EVERYONE ELSE WAS BAFFLED BECAUSE THIS HAPPENS IN THE SPAN OF, LIKE, 30 MINUTES.

- "I'm sorry about that, I couldn't understand you before and I could not speak your language. My people overcome that obstacle through lip contact, I hope you understand."

- And they just accept it tbh. You seem very earnest and noble and you did save Tengen's life.

- NO BECAUSE YOU STAYING WITH THEM AND HELPING WITH CHORES. Lifting Hina up when things are too high for her to reach so she doesn't have to deal with smug Tengen, Holding Suma because you're so warm and your arms feel so strong and safe when she gets a bit too hysterical, and Makio getting all flustered when you tell her how beautiful she is when she's angry and she reminded you of a fierce war queen.

- TENGEN LITERALLY THINKS EVERYTHING YOU DO IS FLASHY. The way you can lift up all three of his wives and HIM with ease, the way you fly around with such joy and look so angelic as you do so, and how you try to support his fellow Hashira against demons and is always impressed by your strength in battle.

- BRO, IN ALL FAIRNESS, They were hesitant to confess to you because yeah, you were kinda flirty and free in your own sense due to the nature of your people, but then when they ask about polygamy and stuff and you tell them that it's not uncommon on your planet and that you wish to find your love or lovers, then they all perk up and bring up the idea of you becoming their partner.

- AND OF COURSE YOU ACCEPT. They have been nothing but kind and gracious to you and it didn't hurt that they were all so attractive.

- At night, they all definetly cuddle as close as possible to you because of how warm you are so you often times have to be in the middle (Tengen and/or Suma are the blanket stealers, I know it-)

- Your people are very affectionate so sometimes your lips might heat up during kisses and leave light burn marks on their skin. You apologize as Makio just pouts and gives you the silent treatment, Tengen is just smirking because tbh it's kinda hot to him, and Suma is a flustered mess along with Hinatsuru whose currently helping apply ointment.

- But yeah, no, Tengen would be showing you off all the time and ALSO, THE EGO BOOST HE'D GET WOULD BE INSANE BECAUSE HE'S LIKE: "DO YOU SEE THIS!? I HAVE FOUR WIVES, ONE OF WHICH IS AN ALIEN WHO CAN EFFORTLESSLY KILL DEMONS." to anyone who'd be listening.

[clemberryfriends]

Heeyy anyone wanna make a Mark x Tamaranean Reader fanfic like she’s a Princess and had to flee her home planet with her family when she was young to earth and has been living there since but she’s still not accustomed to earth whatsoever BONUS she’s a hero a really loved one at that….

But yeah another concept if anyone wants to make any use of and also put their own ideas in it go aheaddd I am not a fic writer whatsoever and I’m bad at writing in general so yeeerr😭

Also I see y’all when y’all put comments under my post and please don’t be afraid to share anything you want in my comments I promise I’m not ignoring y’all I’m just not a talkative person on media like that😭😭

Anywhoooo have fun live long and if anyone decides to use this PLEASE TAG ME I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT AND ANY OTHER INVINCIBLE FANFICS TAG MEEE PLZZ😌