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latenightreadingpdf · 18 days ago

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Hi! I know this request sounds completely crazy but do you think you could do a yn that's like starfire coded? and Lily finds her and ends up kinda taking care of her (kinda like yn crashes falls into the forbidden forest and lilly finds her) because she's so confused on their world and has that weird type of speech. anway she gets super close with the Marauders and the rest, they're so curious by this new life form. and simply it's all of them, trying protect her from the 'bad houses' slytherin

Out of this World - Marauders Era

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Summary - Lily Evans and her friends discover an injured, otherworldly girl named Y/N in the Forbidden Forest. She claims to be from the planet Tamaran, having crash-landed after her ship was struck by lightning.

A/N ~ sorry if this really sucks, i haven't written anything in a while

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The Forbidden Forest was unnervingly silent as Lily Evans led her group of friends through the underbrush. She had come here on a whim, dragged along by James Potter’s insistence that the Marauders had discovered something fascinating that evening. The air was damp and cold, the moon casting a silvery glow over the forest floor.

The snap of a branch broke the quiet. Lily turned sharply, her wand already drawn. The sound came again, followed by a faint, pained groan. Frowning, she pushed through a cluster of trees, the others following closely. When they came upon the source of the sound, they all froze.

A girl—or at least she appeared to be a girl—lay sprawled among the roots of an ancient oak. Her skin glowed faintly, as if kissed by the light of another sun, and her hair spilled around her like liquid fire. Her clothing, strange and tattered, clung to her figure, and her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Blood seeped from a gash on her arm, staining the ground beneath her.

"Merlin," Lily breathed, rushing forward. "Someone’s hurt!"

"Lily, wait!" James called, but she was already kneeling beside the stranger, her wand hovering over the wound. The others approached cautiously, forming a loose circle around them.

"Who is she?" Sirius Black asked, his gray eyes narrowed. "She doesn’t look like a student."

"That’s because she’s not," Lily said sharply. "Help me turn her over."

Remus Lupin stepped forward to assist, gently rolling the girl onto her back. Her face was ethereal, her features unlike anything they’d ever seen. Her lips moved, forming words in a language none of them could understand.

"What’s she saying?" Peter Pettigrew asked nervously, glancing around as though expecting an ambush.

"I don’t know, but she’s hurt. We need to help her," Lily said. She muttered a quick healing spell, her wand glowing softly as the gash on the girl’s arm began to close. The stranger stirred, her eyes fluttering open. They were an otherworldly shade of green, brighter than any human’s.

The girl gasped and sat up abruptly, wincing in pain. She looked around at them, her expression a mix of confusion and alarm., her expression a mix of confusion and alarm.

"Who... where am I?" she asked, her voice melodic but tinged with an odd cadence. Her words were strangely constructed, as though English was not her native tongue.

Lily offered a reassuring smile. "You’re safe. We found you here in the forest. Can you tell us your name?"

"My name? It is... Y/N," the girl replied, her brows furrowing. "I am from the planet Tamaran."

The group exchanged bewildered glances.

"Tamaran?" Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. "You must’ve hit your head pretty hard, thinking you’re from another planet."

Y/N’s eyes widened. "No, it is truth! My ship was struck by the light. I fell from the skies and landed here. I am most distressed!"

James crossed his arms, looking skeptical. "Right. And you just happen to speak English?"

"It is not the language of my people," Y/N explained. "But I have the gift of... what is the word? Absorption? When I hear the words, I learn them."

"I believe her," Lily said firmly, her eyes scanning Y/N’s glowing skin and otherworldly features. "She’s different. You can’t deny that."

Remus sighed. "All right, but what are we going to do with her? We can’t just leave her here."

"Exactly," Lily agreed. "She’ll come back to my dorm. I’ll clean her up and figure out what to do next."

"Hold on," James said, stepping in front of Lily. "What if she’s dangerous? We can’t just let her into the castle."

"She’s injured and scared, James. I’m not leaving her here," Lily snapped. "If you’re so worried, you can come with me."

James hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. But we’re all going."

Lily rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Sirius and James moved to Y/N’s sides, gently helping her to her feet. She winced, leaning heavily on them as they supported her.

"We’ve got you," Sirius said, offering her a lopsided grin. "Just don’t start glowing or shooting beams out of your hands or anything."

"I possess no beams," Y/N replied earnestly, though her phrasing earned a snicker from Sirius.

As they made their way back to the castle, Y/N glanced between her unlikely rescuers, her heart swelling with gratitude. These strange humans had shown her kindness, and though she was far from home, she felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps, on this unfamiliar planet, she might find allies.

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The girls' dormitory was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the canopy curtains as the group settled in. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter perched awkwardly on the edge of the beds, clearly out of their element in the girls’ space. They glanced around at the floral decor, feeling strangely out of place but too curious to leave.

Meanwhile, Lily guided Y/N into the adjoining washroom, shutting the door gently behind them.

“Here,” Lily said softly, pulling out a set of her own clothes. “These should fit well enough for now. You’ll be more comfortable than in those ripped things.” She gestured toward Y/N’s tattered attire.

Y/N tilted her head, inspecting the clothing with curiosity. “These garments are strange to me, but I thank you for your kindness. You have much generosity, Lily of Evans.”

Lily smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

It took some time, but with Lily’s help, Y/N was soon dressed in a cozy jumper and a pair of soft leggings. Her glowing skin seemed to dim slightly as she relaxed, blending in a little more with her surroundings. Lily brushed through her fiery hair, taming it into a neat braid, and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“All right,” Lily said, smiling. “Let’s head back out.”

When they re-entered the main dorm room, the boys turned their heads as one. Sirius let out a low whistle.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice,” he said with a teasing grin. James elbowed him, though he, too, couldn’t hide his curiosity about their otherworldly guest.

Y/N looked between them, her expression unsure. “I feel... strange. These clothes are most peculiar, but they are warm. I thank you again.”

“You’re welcome,” Lily replied, leading Y/N to sit down on one of the beds. “Now, we need to figure out what happens next.”

James leaned forward, his brows furrowed. “So, uh, how exactly are we supposed to get you back to your planet?”

Y/N blinked at him, her green eyes wide. “I do not know. My ship was destroyed in the falling. I am... stranded, as you say.”

“Right,” James muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s a problem.”

“A bit of an understatement, mate,” Sirius added. “How do we even hide someone like her? No offense, Y/N, but you’re not exactly inconspicuous.”

“None taken,” Y/N replied earnestly. “I am not of this place. It is clear to see.”

Lily crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful. “We’ll figure something out. But for now, the most important thing is keeping her safe. If anyone finds out about her, especially someone like Slughorn or—Merlin forbid—Snape, there’ll be chaos.”

“Not to mention the Ministry,” Remus added. “They’d lock her up faster than you could say ‘alien.’”

Y/N’s eyes filled with worry. “You believe I am in danger?”

“Not as long as we’re around,” Sirius said confidently. “But yeah, we’ve got to keep you under wraps.”

James nodded. “We’ll need a plan. For now, she stays here with the girls. Lily, can you keep an eye on her?”

“Of course,” Lily said, her tone firm. “But you lot need to help too. We’re all in this together.”

Peter, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. “What if someone comes looking for her? Like, from her planet?”

Y/N’s expression softened. “I fear no one will. I was sent here because my people are in peril. My mission was to find aid, but I have failed.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Remus leaned forward, his voice gentle. “You haven’t failed, Y/N. We’ll help you, one way or another. You’re not alone anymore.”

Her eyes shimmered with gratitude. “Thank you, Remus of Lupin. You are all most kind.”

“Well, we’re not letting anything happen to you,” James declared. “Even if it means sneaking around and keeping you hidden. We’ve gotten away with worse.”

Sirius smirked. “He’s right. If we can manage full moon escapades with Moony here, we can handle this.”

Lily shot them a warning look. “Let’s not get overconfident. We’ll take this one step at a time. Y/N, you’re safe with us. We’ll figure it out together.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with hope. These humans, so strange and yet so kind, were unlike anyone she had ever known.

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains of the girls’ dormitory, casting a warm glow on the room. Lily stirred first, glancing over to see Y/N sitting cross-legged on her bed, gazing out the window. Her fiery hair shimmered faintly in the light, and Lily was momentarily reminded of just how otherworldly her new companion was.

“Good morning,” Lily said softly, sitting up. Y/N turned to her, offering a small smile.

“Good morning, Lily of Evans. Your greeting is most welcome,” Y/N replied, her cadence still slightly unusual but endearing.

Lily stretched and stood, reaching for her wardrobe. “We need to get you some food. But first, let’s get you dressed in something more... inconspicuous. If anyone comes in here, they’ll think you’re a new student.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Inconspicuous? I do not wish to cause alarm. I will wear these garments you provide.”

Lily handed her a Hogwarts uniform, complete with a Gryffindor tie. The sight of Y/N awkwardly adjusting the robes made Lily chuckle. “It suits you. Now, stay here. I’ll go to the Great Hall and bring back a plate for you. Don’t wander off, okay?”

Y/N nodded earnestly. “I shall remain. Thank you, Lily of Evans.”

Lily smiled and left the dormitory, heading down to breakfast. In the Great Hall, she spotted the Marauders gathered at their usual spot. James waved her over, a curious look on his face.

“How’s our visitor?” he asked as she sat down.

“She’s fine,” Lily replied, grabbing some toast. “I left her in the dorm. I told her I’d bring her food, but we need to figure out what we’re going to do next.”

“Has she said anything about how she got here?” Remus asked, pouring himself some tea.

“Not yet,” Lily admitted. “But she’s mentioned her ship. If it’s still in the Forbidden Forest, we might be able to fix it and send her back.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Fix a spaceship? Lily, we’re wizards, not engineers.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Lily shot back. “We can at least go look for it. She’s not safe here, especially if anyone finds out what she is.”

James nodded. “After classes, we’ll head back to the forest. If her ship’s there, we’ll figure something out. Until then, we keep this quiet.”

The group agreed, finishing their breakfast quickly. Lily piled a plate with food and excused herself, heading back to the dormitory. When she opened the door, she found Y/N standing by her dresser, examining the trinkets and photographs with wide eyes.

“Oh!” Y/N gasped, startled by Lily’s return. She stepped back, clasping her hands together. “I did not mean to intrude. Your artifacts are most fascinating.”

Lily chuckled. “It’s fine. Here, I brought you something to eat.” She handed the plate to Y/N, who took it cautiously, peering at the food with a skeptical expression.

“This is nourishment?” Y/N asked, tilting her head. “It is unfamiliar.”

“It’s good, I promise,” Lily said reassuringly. “Try it.”

Y/N hesitated, then picked up a piece of toast and took a tentative bite. Her eyes lit up. “This is most delightful! You call it... toast?”

“That’s right,” Lily said, smiling as the boys entered the room. “Enjoy your breakfast while we talk.”

Sirius flopped onto one of the beds, grinning. “Morning, Y/N. Sleep well?”

“Your beds are most comfortable. I am grateful for your hospitality,” Y/N replied between bites of toast.

“Glad to hear it,” James said, leaning against the wall. “Now, about your ship. You said it might still be in the forest?”

Y/N nodded, setting the plate down. “Yes. It fell when the lightning struck. If it remains intact, I may be able to repair it and return to Tamaran.”

“And you’re sure it’s safe for us to help?” Remus asked cautiously. “We don’t want to make things worse.”

“I will guide you. Your assistance is most appreciated,” Y/N said, her expression earnest.

“Right then,” James said, clapping his hands together. “After classes, we’ll head out to the forest. If your ship’s there, we’ll figure out how to fix it.”

“And if it’s not?” Peter asked, his voice quiet.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Lily said firmly. “For now, let’s focus on finding it. We’ll meet back here after dinner and head out together.”

Y/N’s face brightened with hope. “You are most kind. Thank you, all of you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Sirius said with a wink. “We’re just getting started.”

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The evening air was crisp as the group made their way out of the castle, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone path. Y/N walked in the middle, flanked by Lily and Remus, while James and Sirius led the way with Peter trailing behind.

As they neared the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a voice called out, stopping them in their tracks. “Well, well, what have we here?”

The group turned to see a cluster of Slytherins, with Severus Snape at the forefront, his dark eyes glinting suspiciously. Beside him stood Mulciber, Avery, and a few others, their expressions smug.

“Out for a nighttime stroll?” Severus drawled, his gaze flicking to Y/N. “And who’s this? A new friend?”

Y/N, thinking they were more friends of the Marauders, stepped forward with a bright smile. “Greetings! I am Y/N of Tamaran. It is a pleasure to meet more of your companions.”

The Slytherins exchanged confused looks, but before Y/N could say more, Lily quickly pulled her back. “She’s just visiting,” Lily said curtly. “None of your business.”

“Visiting?” Mulciber sneered. “From where, exactly?”

“None of your concern,” James said sharply, stepping forward. “Now, why don’t you lot run along before you get hexed?”

“Hexed?” Severus’s lip curled. “Big words, Potter. Maybe you lot should focus on dealing with your new friend .”

Sirius smirked, his wand already in hand. “At least I don’t have to deal with greasy hair like yours, Snivellus.”

Severus’s face darkened, and before anyone could stop him, he raised his wand. “Expelliarmus!”

The spell missed as James deflected it with ease. Chaos erupted as wands were drawn on both sides, spells flying through the air. Lily stayed close to Y/N, shielding her from the fray.

“Stay behind me,” Lily urged, her own wand ready just in case.

The duel between the Slytherins and the Marauders was over almost as quickly as it began. The Marauders fought with practiced ease, countering the Slytherins' hexes with skillful precision. James and Sirius worked in tandem, their spells complementing each other in an almost choreographed way, while Remus and Peter provided backup, casting defensive charms to keep the group protected.

“Petrificus Totalus!” James shouted, his wand aimed at Mulciber, who froze mid-attack and toppled over like a plank of wood.

“Rictusempra!” Sirius cast with a wicked grin, sending Avery flying backward into a bush.

“Enough!” Severus snarled, his face twisted with frustration as he blocked another hex from James. Realizing they were outmatched, he barked at the others, “Let’s go!”

With a final glare, the Slytherins retreated into the shadows, muttering curses under their breath. As the dust settled, the Marauders turned to Y/N and Lily.

“You okay?” Sirius asked, brushing off his robes as he approached.

“I am unharmed, thanks to your bravery,” Y/N said, her wide eyes filled with awe. “Your magic is most impressive.”

“Yeah, we’ve got plenty of practice dealing with those lot,” James said, tucking his wand back into his robes. “They’re always causing trouble.”

“Who were they?” Y/N asked, her gaze flicking to Lily.

“The worst,” Lily said with a sigh, shaking her head. “Severus Snape and his cronies. They’re Slytherins, and they’re not exactly the friendly type. It’s best to avoid them whenever possible.”

“I understand,” Y/N said solemnly. “I shall steer clear of these Slytherins.”

“Good plan,” Remus said with a small smile. “Now, let’s keep moving before they come back with reinforcements.”

The group continued their trek into the forest, the atmosphere growing darker and more ominous with every step. The towering trees seemed to close in around them, their gnarled branches casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Despite the foreboding surroundings, Y/N seemed calm, her glowing green eyes scanning the area with curiosity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking, they reached a clearing. In the center lay a sleek, silver ship, its surface glinting faintly in the moonlight. Though it was partially buried under branches and leaves, it appeared relatively intact.

“There it is,” Y/N said, her voice filled with relief. She hurried forward, kneeling beside the ship and running her hands over its surface. “My vessel! It is not as damaged as I feared.”

The group gathered around, examining the strange craft. “This is incredible,” Lily murmured, her eyes wide. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Neither have I,” Remus said, his tone awed. “It’s... definitely not from Earth.”

“Guess that answers any doubts about her being from another planet,” Sirius said, crossing his arms. “Not that I had any.”

Y/N looked up at them, her expression earnest. “If I can access the power core and repair the guidance system, I will be able to return to Tamaran.”

“Can we help?” James asked, crouching beside her.

“I appreciate your offer, but the systems are quite complex,” Y/N replied. “I will do my best to explain if assistance is needed.”

For the next hour, the group worked together to clear debris from the ship and hold lighted wands for Y/N as she tinkered with its inner workings. Her hands moved with practiced precision, her knowledge of the advanced technology evident.

Finally, Y/N stepped back, her face glowing with triumph. “It is done! The ship is ready.”

Lily’s smile faltered slightly. “So, this is goodbye?”

Y/N nodded, her expression bittersweet. “I must return to my people. But I will never forget the kindness you have shown me.”

Lily pulled her into a tight hug. “Promise you’ll try to visit. You’ll always have friends here.”

“I promise,” Y/N said, her voice thick with emotion.

James and Sirius stepped forward, each clapping Y/N on the shoulder. “Take care of yourself,” James said. “And if you ever need us, you know where to find us.”

“Yeah, don’t let any Slytherin-like creatures push you around out there,” Sirius added with a grin.

Remus and Peter waved as Y/N climbed into her ship, the door closing behind her. The group stepped back as the engines roared to life, the ship lifting off the ground and ascending into the night sky. They watched until it disappeared among the stars, a faint streak of light the only trace of its departure.

Lily wiped a tear from her cheek, her smile returning. “She’s going to be okay.”

James slipped an arm around her shoulders. “So are we.”

The group stood in silence for a moment, their gazes fixed on the sky, before turning and making their way back to the castle. Though Y/N was gone, her brief time with them had left an indelible mark, one they would carry with them always.

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clemberryfriends · 1 year ago

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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….

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princesssmars · 2 years ago

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joining the guardians of the galaxy and falling in love with peter and gamora.

you were a princess on your home planet, elegant and beautiful but still trained for battle. deadly when needed.

unfortunately before you can take your rightful place on the throne you're betrayed by your sister and your planet is destroyed, leaving you with no option but to flee and eventually end up dealijg with the wrong people.

so here you are, being held captive and in servitude by some royal dickhead with a weirdly shaped head who has hired some "galatically renowned assholes" to retrieve something stolen from him that he stole first.

maybe it would have worked in his favor if two of the group members (who you had to admit were a pair of the hottest creatures youd ever seen) hadn't been observing and taken a liking to you during their stay, the paler one admiring your hidden kindness despite your situation and the green one who looked at you with understanding when you told her about your sister.

when their stay after completing their job ended the dickhead invited them to his throne room, ready to give them their payment. but he was, as stated, a dickhead, so he was actually planning to gun them down and make amends with the guy he just stole from. but you'd heard his loud mouth blabbering about his plan to one of his troops in his room.

before his guards can even blast their guns the guardians haven already struck them down, leaving you to dispose of the king with a fake smile and a blast to the head.

after that, you're basically a member of the team. peter and gamora cant really hide their attraction to you, and rocket and drax admire your strength and willingness to dispose of those who have wronged you. groot is just taking his first steps and you think he's adorable and coddle him every chance you get, and he likes the attention. you're a perfect fit.

the couple are thinking the same. they havent put a label to their relationship, but know they have feelings for each other and you as well.

its the little things, bonding with gamora over your lost cultures and family problems, how you felt like since your familys betrayals you were alone in the universe until you met each other this team.

one thing she likes to keep a secret between the two of you is her insistence on the two of you trying a new dish and drink when you visit a planet. if anyone asks she'll act like she does it out of your begging, but she will wait at your door and stare at you when you dont head out into the market with her.

peter introduces you to earth music and will happily say he falls a little in love with you when you immediately take a liking to it. if you like singing you'll sing along to the tunes every chance you get, and will pull him up with you to dance during down time traveling through space.

after the trauma he's been through, i think he would deal with nightmares every other week. you were the second person he told about it after gamora, and since she preferred solitude at night he didnt want to pressure her into helping him when she was dealing with her own problems. (doesnt mean there wasnt the rare night where she would calmly go into his room at the sounds of his whimpers and whisper to him and run her hands through his hair until he soothed into a peaceful sleep.)

but if its been a rather rough day and he felt stressed out, you wouldnt even need him to ask before you were climbing into his bed and cuddling him from behind, reassuring him that you and the team believe in and care for him deeply. that he's safe when you're there. peter thinks those are some of his best nights of rest.

after a mission gone wrong nearly kills you, the pair know they cant keep dodging their feelings. its late at night when the rest of the team have gone to sleep when they sit at the table in the middle of the communal/eating area, just having finished eating some dessert you had previously picked up with gamora on a market trip and talking and laughing with the two.

after the stress of nearly losing you and the smile on your and gamoras faces, peter cant help but blurt out his feelings for you. your faces are in shock, and its in the middle of peter ranting and trying to backtrack that you grab both sides of his face from across the table and connect your lips.

when peter told stories of his past frequent sexual escapades, you were at first amused while slightly disgusted, but a small part of you was also intrigued. luckily that part wasn't dissapointed, because he reciprocates the kiss like his life depends on it.

the kiss is so good it makes you light-headed, but no matter whats happening around you, you could never ignore the small noises of annoyance gamora lets out, breaking the kiss and turning to her clearly upset but trying to hide it face. she looks away as if to keep her dignity, but when you slide your chair to the side with a smile to keep eye contact, she mentally damns you both and kisses you before doing the same with peter.

its the morning after, your messy-haired self exiting gamoras room while wearing peters shirt early in the morning while heading to the bathroom when you bump into rocket, heading to get an early start on a new invention

"called it. keep it sown next time, would ya?" he walks away, cackling at your flustered face as you hurry into the bathroom.

you rest your back across the door and smile to yourself. you loved these assholes.

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bbraefairy · 1 year ago

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punkeropercyjackson · 5 months ago

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And if i said Book!Percy Jackson would obviously have had crushes on Brandy's Cinderella and Starfire because he's a millenial afrolatino from NY with undiagnosed audhd,a hate for traditional manhood and solarpunk so they shaped his taste in women(black,princess-y,Andromeda-coded).What then,poser Percy truthers?

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rbfclassy · 7 months ago

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STILL IN LOVE! #2 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

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It’s been about three weeks since you found out about Toji’s new girlfriend. You still haven’t met her or properly seen her yet, but from what the kids tell you, she seems nice. It still felt weird having to get used to the idea that your ex had actually moved on. It was silly to think about, you know. Having been married over five years and getting a divorce, you’d think that means you would be done with your ex, but no, it was quite the opposite. Toji and you were still at each other, flirting, kissing, having sex. Neither of you had essentially ‘moved on’ from one another. It was normal for the both of you. It just never clicked in your mind that he would actually leave and live his life like a divorce is intended to do.

You’ll pin that blame on yourself, thinking too much into what you had with him is what caused you to feel this jealousy in the first place. Having remembered how you were once her spot, being the girlfriend that he took everywhere and did everything with. Hell, shes even met your kids before she’s even met you. It was clear Toji felt serious about her, otherwise he would’ve never brought her around Megumi and Naya. That thought made something twist in your chest.

“Mommy?” Your daughter’s little voice pulled you from your thoughts. Her big eyes watching as you applied your moisturizer in the bathroom mirror, a stuffie in her arms.

“Yes, baby?” You smiled, kneeling down so you were eye level with her.

“Daddy is at the door. He’s asking for you.” She blinked, squeezing the stuffed animal in her arms. Usually Toji just comes on in announced, startling you when he suddenly speaks, but you found it weird that he was now waiting at the door to speak to you. You grabbed your daughter’s hand, walking her to living room where Megumi was watching teen titans and eating popcorn. “Ooo, is that starfire?!” You daughter ran towards her brother, letting go of your hand.

Your eyes landed on Toji who leaning against the door way, dressed in a black hoodie and gray sweats, a stoic look on his face. “Hi, mama,” he greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“Can I talk to you really quick? Outside?” He nodded his head in the direction behind him.

“Yeah.” You nodded, following his footsteps as you shut the front door behind you. “Something wrong?” You looked at him.

“I won’t be able to take the kids this weekend,” he sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean? Why?” Your brows furrowed, standing there confused.

“I got…things to do,” he meekly answered. He kept his answer as vague as possible leaving little to nothing for you to go off of, but deep down you had a feeling it had something to do with his new girlfriend.

“Things to do? Like what?” You questioned, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

“Nothing important,” he quickly replied, sucking in a breath.

“If it’s not important then why can’t you take the kids? They’re not gonna be happy about this,” you try to explain. You couldn’t understand why he was being so secretive towards you all of sudden, especially when it came to his time with the children.

“Can you just accept the fact I can’t take them? Please?” He seemed to be getting impatient, rolling his eyes every time you questioned him on something. It was obviously bothering him.

“Does it have to do with your new girlfriend?” There was no harm in asking him, curiosity getting the better of you.

“That’s none of your business.” He tone was rough and stern, almost like you hit a nerve.

“Oh?” Your brows raised in surprise in his sudden change of attitude. “I think it is my business considering this involves your time with our children and the fact you bring her around our kids, Toji. It’s a simple yes or no question.”

He let out a scoff, averting his gaze in a different direction. A sigh left his lips as he ran his hands down his face. “Here you fucking go,” he groaned. “You’re getting jealous.”

“I’m sorry?” Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him.

“You’re getting jealous of her, aren’t you?” His question hung in the air for several seconds as you stared at him in disbelief.

“Here you go assuming shit like always. See this is why we can never have a normal conversation, cause you always wanna start something! Where the fuck did that even come from?” You were starting to see just why you and Toji got divorced. There was some truth to his words, about being jealous. Though, you were too stubborn to admit such a thing to someone like him. What good would it do you anyway? He’d probably just laugh in your face and walk off. “Have your weekend to yourself, Toji. I’ll find someone else to take care of Megumi and Naya.” You turn around to enter the house, not having the energy to argue with him.

“Woah, what do you mean someone else?” His hand is wrapped around your wrist as he pulls you back towards him. “Why can’t you?”

“Cause I have things planned! Pretty sure Shoko won’t mind watching them.” You snatch your wrist back from him, only for him to grab onto you again, pulling you back. “What, Toji?!” You ask in annoyance, sighing loudly.

“You got things planned? With who?” It almost made you laugh how he was the one asking so many questions, trying to peak in on your life.

“That’s none of your business,” you casually say as you stare him. His jaw clenches, finally letting go of your wrists. Both of you stared at each other for what seemed like several minutes when in actuality it was only a mere second. You had a date on Saturday night, someone you met while you were out shopping for groceries. He was handsome, and kind enough to ask you to a dinner, even offered to pay. It would be wrong if you said no because you wanted to say yes, so you did. His name was Kento Nanami. “Goodnight, Toji.” With those words, you walked back into the house and shut the door behind you, locking it.

“Mommy, what did daddy want?” You daughter asked, peaking up from behind the couch.

“I’ll tell you two tomorrow, just keep watching your show.” You smiled at the both of them, quickly rushing to your room to try shake off the funny feeling that you had. Why couldn’t he just be upfront with you? Tell you the truth? You wouldn’t mind if you he needed time to himself, but to come out and be secretive about it was a different story. Then, to start arguing with you simply reminded you of the times he and you fought over the stupidest things. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so defensive, but you couldn’t help it.

You tried not to dwell on the situation too much, instead thinking about the date you soon had. You got walked over to your closet, skimming through the hanging clothes in search of a perfect dress to wear. Something elegant yet sexy is what you were going for. You didn’t want to wear anything too over the top in fear of scaring him away, but you wanted something that also showed him you weren’t a prude.

Finally, you landed on your favorite black dress, the corners of your mouth forming into a smile as your eyes scanned over the piece of fabric. “Perfect.”

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sleepingdiaryzzz · 1 month ago

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Hello!! I was reading some of your Yandere Dick and Starfire and I was wondering if you could do something where mc was a brainwashed black widow assassin from Marvel? Essentially black widows are little girls who were human trafficked and brutally trained to be assassins by a man named Dracov? Like they know what they’re doing and are fully conscious but don’t have a choice because of the brainwashing?

Extra points if Yandere Dick and Starfire never knew about the training and abuse until it was revealed

Yandere Nightwing x reader x yandere Starfire

The Tower was quiet, save for the faint hum of the training room’s lights. Nightwing and Starfire had just finished a light sparring session when they found you. At first, you had been distant, stiff, and cold, never truly letting them in. There was something about the way you moved, the way your eyes flickered over everything in the room as if scanning for threats, that unsettled them. Yet, they pushed it aside, chalking it up to your mysterious past.

They didn’t know about the black-and-red tattoos on your inner wrist, symbols etched into your skin like a constant reminder of your past life as a trained weapon. They didn’t know that every time they held you, their touch made you flinch, a deep-rooted fear ingrained in your muscle memory from years of abuse. They didn’t know that, deep down, you never truly felt free, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself.

It wasn’t until one evening when you tried to slip away in the middle of the night that everything unraveled. Your attempt was subtle, a trained movement learned over years of escape. But Nightwing had been watching you, his gaze trained on your every move since he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He followed you, and Starfire had done the same when she realized something was off.

The sound of your soft gasps echoed in the hall as you tried to push through the door. "Where do you think you're going?" Dick's voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to stop you in your tracks. Your breath caught in your throat, body going rigid as the instinct to flee screamed through you.

"I... I don't want to hurt anyone," you whispered, voice hoarse, raw with emotion you couldn't fully express. You weren’t sure if you were even allowed to feel this way, but it didn’t stop the panic from surging. "I can’t—"

Starfire appeared behind him, her green eyes wide with concern. "What is it you do not want to do, dear one? You are not alone here. You are safe."

You froze. Your heart was pounding in your chest as old programming kicked in. A mission. A target. Your fingers twitched, aching to grab your weapons that you didn’t carry anymore, but the fear of failure paralyzed you. "I’m not safe," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I was never safe."

It was then that they saw it—the crack in the armor that had kept you distant from them. The fear, the betrayal, the vulnerability hidden so carefully under layers of emotional control. Dick's breath hitched as he moved closer, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made you want to turn away.

"Who hurt you?" Dick asked softly, voice trembling with barely contained fury. His hands hovered near you but didn't touch—he had learned that much. You flinched, and it didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

The truth came out in pieces, in fragmented thoughts that didn’t quite make sense. You told them about Dracov. About how you and the other girls like you were torn from your families, forced into training to become tools of violence. You spoke of the endless nights of abuse, of never being allowed to have a real childhood. The truth was so ugly, so horrifying, that neither Dick nor Starfire could comprehend it all at once.

Starfire knelt before you, her eyes full of empathy and something darker—something protective. "We will help you," she said gently, her voice unwavering as she reached for your hand, "no one will hurt you again."

Dick’s eyes, though, were darker with rage, but not at you. "We’ll make sure you’re never alone again," he promised, his voice low, dangerous, and full of a possessive warmth you had never known. "Not anymore."

But as they moved to comfort you, as their hands brushed yours, something shifted in you. You didn’t want to be touched. You didn’t want to be loved. It wasn’t that you didn’t crave it, but you had been taught to push it away, to keep people at a distance. The only choice you had ever known was to obey, to fight, to survive. To let yourself fall into their arms would mean relinquishing control, something you weren’t sure you could ever do.

Starfire and Dick noticed the hesitation, the way you held back, even when they spoke softly of a future where you could be free. They had never known the extent of your brainwashing, and now that they did, it only fed the fire of their obsession.

They were going to "help" you, but their version of help would never be what you needed.

As Nightwing pulled you into his arms, the same instinct that had saved you so many times before kicked in. You didn’t fight it, not fully, but the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. You were trapped—your body, your mind, your heart—all of it had already been claimed, and now they were here, claiming you, too.

You didn’t know how to stop it. You didn’t know how to say no when you were all too aware of the unspoken promise in their eyes: they would never let you go.

(A/n: I have no idea of who character u r talking about yet😔 so correct me if I'm wrong because I just researched black widow for like a glance hehe)

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nosyrobin · 2 months ago

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Hello👋

Can I request a TTG Robin x male reader where reader is speedy twin brother and and robin has a secret crush on reader and he know.

Whenever Robin and Speedy meet reader like to tease robin like some good pick up lines robin is trying to not blusing that hard.

Speedy like:Brother what the heck are u doing??? 🤨

If that ok?.Well feel free if you want to do it have a good day/night

-Blue sea🔵🌊

“QUICK CRUSH”

TTG!Robin x Twin of Speedy

Summary: Robin meeting the twin of speedy, Quiver makes him think that maybe a quick crush will pass. Only for the crush to grow and grow.

Speedy and Robin were in the main teen titans tower, relaxing even if they did fight over starfire before. Totally relaxing and nothing against each other, the two sidekicks were ranting about their teams before speedy had gotten a call from us cell phone.

“Eh, hold on bird brains. It’s my twin calling me.” He says, making Robin raise a brow. ‘A twin? He never told anyone or him about his twin…’ Robin thought as he just looks at the sporting channel. Speedy laughs and hangs up the call, putting his phone up as he looks at the tv. “He’s coming over, he’s bringing me some fish tacos if that’s okay with you.”Robin only shrugged, not really thinking about it since the sporting channel changed to gymnastics. As minutes pass, the elevator dinged. Bringing the attention of the two domino mask wearers.

When the door opens, Robin swore he heard angels sing when he met speedy’s twin. Yeah they’re twins, but you can obviously tell the difference between them in the outfits as you wore black and red with a black domino mask. Smirking holding up a bag of the suppose “fish tacos.” If Aqualad seen them now, he would’ve thrown up. Speedy smiled at his brother, hopping over the couch to greet him.

“Quiver! Man thanks for the tacos.” Speedy says going to you, daping up which you did back. “No problem man.” You smiled, looking to the side to see a black haired boy shyly peaking over the couch to look at you. You smirked, jumping over the couch and landing smoothly by the boy.

“Well don’t you make my heart quiver. What’s your name?” You said, holding a hand out towards the boy who seemed a “little” flustered at your quick pick up line. “I’m…I’m Robin. Yknow, like the sidekick of Batman.” He laughs nervously. Taking your hand as he keeps shaking it, he started to sweat along with his hand.

“Is it hot in here, was it always this hot here?” Robin said, using his other hand it pull at his collar of his hero costume. “I mean you’re hot too—” you raised a brow with a sneaky smirk. Making Robin immediately tweak out and run away screaming as speedy just sighs and smack you in the back of your head.

After that whole encounter with each other, you two always met up, making Robin kinda run away. He didn’t think he would be in-love with a guy really. Sure he was bi-curious. But damn were you attractive with your charms and your quick pick up lines.

Most encounter you two have is just you flirting with him as he tries so bad not to blush or show it’s getting to him. Meanwhile speedy was just like “bro, wtf are you doing?” Smacking the back of your head for flirting with the main leader of the titans. You were aware of his crush on you, it was damn obvious of how he checks you out. The small comments he thinks he can’t hear about how fit your body is.

He may has well have a gay panic attack when you were sweating, panting as you finish shooting down a foe that tried to sneak up behind him.

As these encounters and small conversations kept going. You got tired of this little cat and mouse game. Robin was doing a night patrol by himself in jump city, tired of his team not listening to him and mocking him. He sits against the edge of a roof of a building.

That’s when a red arrow shoots by him, making him jolt from it. He picks it up immediately recognizing it’s your arrow. You’re close. His cheeks start to heat up as he sees that there’s note to it.

“You shot an arrow to my heart birdy.” With a red heart having a red arrow through it. Robin immediately covered his face with his cape. Holding the note close to himself as you dropped down smirking. “Did I get you?” Robin jumps again, standing up to look at you with a still flustered look.

“Quiver! I— uh..” “cmon, I’m tired of playing as if we don’t want each other.” You said, walking to him. Robin felt frozen to his feet before feeling you pull him from the edge of the roof. His heart beating. His palming sweaty as well. He felt like he could throw up but couldn’t. You lean in, he leans in. As the two of you get ready to kiss.

A “ahem” ruins the moment. You curse under your breath. Lookin at speedy who shakes its head at you. “Cmon bro, you can play Romeo another night. Titans East needs us!” Speedy says, jumping from another roof. Waiting for you. You sighed, and Robin frowned. But that frown changed when you kissed him and left. Robin felt fireworks explode in his stomach as he put his hand to his lips. He watches you and your brother leave him there. Just smiling dumbly that you are definitely something that makes his heart quiver.

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dreamersworldduh · 29 days ago

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Omg hiii, firstly, I really like your two workss so far they're soooo good 😩. Hopefully, you continue writing, and secondly, I want to request for Dick grayson at one of those parties he has to attend with his friend that he liked for a while, and he sees reader getting hit on by a person he hates so he gets jealous, and he holds it for awhile till he couldn't anymore. If you can complete this, thank you for your time spent on my request. If not, it's completely fine. 🙏. Thank you for even reading my request. Keep up the good work, and have a good day/night!

JEALOUSLY, JEALOUSY

• Dick Grayson x Male!Reader

SUMMARY — Jealousy is an evil disease that most people deny having, but it can also be a great motivator if used properly.

WARNING! FLUFF. Suggestive Langauge.

WORDS! 3.6k

AUTHOR’S NOTE! Thank you so much for putting in your request! I appreciate you so so much—I hope you enjoy! 😚

The Titans' Tower was a beacon of light against the night sky, its glowing windows revealing the lively scene unfolding within. Inside, the air was charged with excitement, the kind of energy that came from heroes finally allowing themselves a moment of reprieve. The main hall was transformed into a party space, with colorful lights casting vibrant patterns across the walls, the music pulsing in time with the rhythm of the crowd.

You stood near the entrance for a moment, taking it all in. The sight was almost surreal—heroes you'd fought alongside, legends in their own right, were here in their most unguarded states. Starfire's radiant laughter rang out as she teased Beast Boy, who had just shapeshifted into a parrot to mimic her voice. Raven, ever the observer, sat in a corner nursing a drink, her normally stern expression softening as she watched the festivities. Even Cyborg, the tech genius of the team, was manning a makeshift DJ booth, nodding his head to the beat as he expertly transitioned between tracks.

You weren't used to seeing this side of them, but it was a welcome change. The Titans weren't just warriors—they were people, and tonight, they were letting themselves be exactly that.

When Dick Grayson—Nightwing himself—had invited you, you were a little surprised. Sure, the two of you had been close for a while, colleagues who had become genuine friends through countless missions. You'd spent hours fighting side by side, but more recently, you'd found yourselves sharing moments outside the chaos—grabbing coffee after a long night, cracking jokes about patrol mishaps, or just enjoying each other's company. Yet, an invitation to the Titans' private party felt personal, almost intimate.

As you stepped further into the room, the music grew louder, the bass vibrating through your chest. Dick wasn't hard to spot—he had that presence that naturally drew attention, even when he wasn't trying. Dressed in a simple black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, he moved through the crowd with an ease that was almost magnetic. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, and a grin spread across his face.

"There you are," he said as he approached, his voice warm and familiar despite the music. "I was starting to think you weren't going to show."

"Miss a party at Titans' Tower? No way," you replied with a smirk. "Besides, you're the one who said I needed a break."

"And I was right," he said, nudging your arm playfully. "You deserve a night to relax. Just... don't let Beast Boy drag you into one of his dance-offs. He's surprisingly competitive."

You chuckled, already feeling more at ease. Dick had that effect on people—his presence was grounding, even in a room full of larger-than-life personalities. Before he could say more, someone called his name, and he gave you an apologetic smile.

"Duty calls," he said. "But stick around, okay? I'll find you later."

With that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you to explore the party. You grabbed a drink from the refreshment table—something fruity but deceptively strong—and started making your way through the room. Everywhere you turned, there were little snapshots of joy: heroes laughing, friends reconnecting, moments of normalcy in lives that were anything but.

It was in the middle of this whirlwind of activity that you found yourself drawn into conversation with Brandon, one of the Titans' newer members. His easygoing demeanor made him instantly likable, and you found yourself relaxing even more as you chatted about everything from patrol stories to how strange it was to see the team like this.

What you didn't notice, however, was the way Dick's gaze followed you from across the room. Standing near the edge of the crowd, he watched as you laughed at something Brandon said, the two of you leaning in closer to hear each other over the music. His smile from earlier had faded, replaced by a subtle but unmistakable tension in his expression.

For the first time in a long while, Dick Grayson felt something unfamiliar twist in his chest—jealousy.

Brandon was mid-story, his hands flying through the air as he described a mission that had apparently gone off the rails in the most chaotic way possible. His voice was animated, carrying over the music and noise of the party as he recounted the moment he had to leap from a collapsing rooftop to grab a fleeing criminal.

"And just as I'm mid-air," he said, his grin wide, "I'm thinking, 'If I miss, this is how they're going to write me off the team.' But somehow, I managed to grab the guy's ankle, and the two of us went tumbling into a dumpster. Starfire still hasn't let me live it down."

You couldn't help but laugh, the image of Brandon sprawled out in a dumpster vivid in your mind. His enthusiasm was contagious, and his self-deprecating humor made the story all the more enjoyable.

"What about you?" Brandon asked, leaning casually against the counter. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What's the craziest thing you've seen out there?"

You paused, your mind flipping through the mental catalogue of wild missions you'd been on. Finally, a grin tugged at your lips as you landed on one that stood out. "Okay, so there was this time I ended up dodging missiles while trying to stop a rogue drone. It was absolute chaos—explosions everywhere, smoke, the whole nine yards. And, of course, Dick was there, just doing his thing, making it all look effortless."

Brandon let out a low whistle, his eyebrows raising in mock disbelief. "Missiles and a rogue drone? That's next level. I swear, with him involved, it always sounds like a movie."

You chuckled, nodding. "It felt like one. But yeah, Dick's like that—calm under pressure, always two steps ahead. It's kind of ridiculous how good he is at this stuff."

Brandon grinned, leaning in slightly. "Must be cool, working so closely with someone like him. I bet you've picked up a thing or two."

You shrugged, a warm smile spreading across your face. "Yeah, it is. He's a good guy—one of the best. I've learned more from him than I ever thought possible."

As you spoke, you glanced over at Brandon, but your words brought Dick to the forefront of your mind. It wasn't just his skill you admired—it was his unwavering dedication, his ability to lead, and the way he always seemed to have your back no matter how dangerous things got. It was easy to talk about him, easy to share the respect and appreciation you'd built for him over the years.

Brandon nodded, clearly impressed. "I get that vibe. You two must make a hell of a team."

You smiled, raising your glass slightly. "We do."

Across the room, Dick leaned against the wall, his silhouette partially obscured by the shifting colored lights of the party. His sharp brown eyes, usually calm and calculating, were locked onto the two of you, his gaze unwavering. In one hand, he held a drink—something dark and untouched, the condensation dripping down the glass as it warmed against his grip. His free hand clenched at his side, the slight twitch of his fingers betraying the tension he was working hard to suppress.

You were laughing at something Brandon had said, your face lit up in a way that seemed to magnify the ease between the two of you. Brandon leaned closer, his posture open and relaxed, his confident smile suggesting he was thoroughly enjoying your attention. You leaned in as well, your head tilting slightly to catch his words over the pounding music, your body language unconsciously mirroring his. It was a small detail, but it didn't escape Dick's notice.

A knot twisted in his chest, sharp and unwelcome. He couldn't pinpoint the moment it had started—this feeling that clawed at him every time Brandon was near you—but tonight, it was undeniable. His jaw tightened as he forced himself to look away, but his eyes betrayed him, darting back to you within seconds. He told himself it was nothing, that he was overreacting, but the rational part of his brain was no match for the jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.

Dick had never liked Brandon, though he'd never said it aloud, not even to himself. He'd brushed it off as a clash of personalities, an instinctive distrust of the newcomer. But as he watched Brandon lean closer, his laugh carrying easily over the music, it became clear: it wasn't just Brandon. It was Brandon with you.

His usual composed demeanor was faltering, the effortless confidence he carried on and off the field slipping away as his emotions bubbled to the surface. His chest felt tight, his thoughts an uncharacteristic jumble. Was it jealousy? Frustration? The fear of something unspoken slipping out of his grasp?

The answer didn't matter, not in that moment. All that mattered was the impulse driving him forward. Before he realized it, his body was already in motion, his steps purposeful and direct. Each stride carried the weight of his emotions, the tension in his shoulders palpable. He weaved through the crowd without so much as a glance at anyone else, his focus entirely on you.

Dick didn't have a plan, no rehearsed words or carefully crafted excuses. All he knew was that he couldn't stand there any longer, watching you laugh with someone else, seeing the effortless connection that wasn't with him. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say when he reached you—all he knew was that he had to do something. Anything.

The music and laughter of the party hummed around you, a lively backdrop to your conversation with Brandon. You were mid-sentence, describing one of your wilder missions, when a familiar voice cut through the noise like a blade.

"Hey," Dick said, his tone even, but carrying an unmistakable edge.

You turned, surprised to see him standing there. He was close—closer than usual—his sharp brown eyes flicking briefly to Brandon before settling on you. His presence seemed to suck the air out of the space, a silent tension rolling off him in waves.

"Mind if I borrow him for a second?" Dick continued, though it wasn't really a question.

Brandon blinked, clearly caught off guard. His usual easy grin faltered for a moment as he looked between you and Dick, before offering a hesitant nod. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Go ahead."

"Dick, what—?" you began, but before you could finish, Dick placed a firm hand on your shoulder and started steering you away. His grip wasn't rough, but it was unyielding, his fingers curling just enough to make it clear this wasn't up for discussion.

You glanced back at Brandon, who shrugged and turned to mingle with someone else, his confusion evident. Meanwhile, Dick's hand remained on your shoulder, guiding you through the crowd and toward the staircase.

"What's going on?" you asked, your voice tinged with confusion and growing irritation.

Dick didn't answer. He stayed silent, his jaw tight, his pace quick. His grip on your shoulder tightened slightly as you reached the stairs, and he led you upward, away from the noise and light of the party. The music and chatter faded with each step, replaced by the steady hum of the tower's systems.

You could feel the tension radiating off him, his normally composed demeanor slipping with every second. It wasn't like him to act this way—so abrupt, so on edge.

When you reached a quiet hallway, you finally pulled free of his grip, stopping in your tracks. "Dick, what the hell?" you snapped, your confusion now mingled with frustration. "What's going on with you tonight?"

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. His shoulders were rigid, his lips pressed into a thin line as if he were struggling to find the right words. For a moment, you thought he might brush it off, make some excuse and leave you wondering.

But then his expression softened—just slightly—and he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. His piercing gaze searched yours, as though he were looking for something, some unspoken reassurance.

"I couldn't take it anymore," he muttered, his voice low and raw, almost like he was speaking to himself.

You frowned, still not understanding. "Take what? Dick, you're not making any sense."

For a second, he hesitated, his breath hitching as if he was caught between moving forward or retreating. Then, as though something inside him snapped, he closed the distance between you in one fluid motion.

His hands came up, gripping your face with a kind of desperate urgency. Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours. It wasn't tentative or uncertain—it was firm, almost overwhelming, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt.

You froze, your mind racing to catch up with what was happening. The feel of his lips against yours, the heat of his hands holding you in place—it all hit you at once, a wave of intensity that left you breathless. There was a weight behind it, a frustration, a longing that spoke of something he'd been holding back for far too long.

The hallway seemed to shrink around you, the hum of the tower fading into nothing. All that remained was him, the kiss, and the unspoken emotions that seemed to pour out in that single moment.

When Dick finally pulled back, his forehead gently rested against yours, his breath ragged and uneven. The heat of his hands lingered on your face, his thumbs barely brushing your jawline as if he couldn't bring himself to let go entirely. His eyes were closed for a moment, and when he opened them, they burned with an intensity that made your chest tighten.

"I couldn't stand seeing you with him," he admitted, his voice low, raw, and unsteady in a way you'd never heard before. It wasn't anger or frustration—it was something deeper, something vulnerable. "I've been trying to ignore it for so long, but I can't anymore. I like you—more than a friend. I needed you to know."

His words hung in the air, heavy and charged, as if the world itself had paused for this one moment. Your heart was pounding, each beat louder in your ears than the faint hum of the tower around you. You felt like the ground had shifted beneath your feet, your balance precarious in the wake of his confession.

You stared at him, trying to process what had just happened—the kiss, the weight of his words, the raw emotion in his eyes. All the nights you'd spent together came flooding back to you. Fighting side by side in the field, your movements always in sync. Late nights eating takeout, his laughter echoing in your ears as you shared stories. Quiet moments after missions, when he'd patch you up with a care and focus that seemed almost too much for a friend. All of it suddenly took on a new meaning, the threads weaving together into something you hadn't allowed yourself to see before now.

"Dick..." you began, your voice soft, barely above a whisper, your chest tight with the weight of everything you wanted to say. But before you could get the words out, he shook his head, his forehead still pressed against yours.

"I get it if you don't feel the same," he said quickly, his voice filled with quiet resignation. His hands dropped slowly from your face, as if letting go was physically painful. "I just... I couldn't keep it in anymore. Not after tonight. Not after seeing—" He cut himself off, shaking his head again, as if the thought alone was too much. "You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know."

You stared at him, the man who had been by your side through thick and thin, who had earned your trust in ways few ever had. And for the first time, you saw something behind the confidence and control he always carried—a vulnerability, raw and unguarded. The man who was always so composed, so unshakable, was standing in front of you now, his emotions laid bare.

He wasn't Nightwing in this moment, the hero who always had a plan and a backup plan. He was just Dick—a man who had taken a risk, who had laid his heart on the line for you. And in that moment, as you saw him so clearly for the first time, something inside you shifted.

You stood frozen, your thoughts spiraling as Dick's words echoed in your mind. Your longest, closest friend—someone who had been by your side through countless battles, sleepless nights, and quiet moments—had just confessed feelings you had never seen coming. It felt like the ground beneath you had shifted, leaving you unsure of how to regain your footing.

Your breathing was shallow, your chest tight as you replayed his confession in your mind. "I couldn't stand seeing you with him. I've been trying to ignore it for so long, but I can't anymore." The rawness in his voice, the vulnerability in his eyes—it was all so unlike the Dick Grayson you knew, the man who always seemed so steady, so composed.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. How could they? This was Dick—your partner in the field, your confidant, your constant. The person who had always been there, who had stitched you up after injuries and made you laugh when things felt too heavy. And now he was looking at you, his heart laid bare, waiting for a response you weren't sure how to give.

Your mind raced through the years you'd known him. The late-night missions, the quiet moments after a battle, the inside jokes only the two of you understood. You'd always thought of him as your rock, the person you could count on no matter what. And now, he was telling you that he saw you as something more—had seen you as something more for a long time.

The weight of his confession pressed down on you. This wasn't just a casual admission—it was the culmination of something deep, something that had clearly been building within him for years. The thought hit you like a freight train: while you'd been leaning on him as a friend, he'd been feeling this all along. How had you missed it?

Dick's expression was impossible to read now. He was standing there, his forehead no longer resting against yours, his hands hovering by his sides like he wasn't sure whether to reach for you or step back. His eyes, normally so guarded, were wide and searching, as if trying to gauge what you were thinking.

But you didn't know what to think. You didn't know how to react. Part of you wanted to speak, to reassure him, to tell him that this didn't change anything—but that would be a lie, wouldn't it? Because everything had already changed.

Before you could fully register what you were doing, instinct took over. Your mind was still spinning from Dick's confession, from the raw vulnerability in his voice, from the way his hands had trembled ever so slightly when he let you go—as if he'd already braced himself for rejection.

But you couldn't let him walk away—not like this. Not when your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from your chest.

In one swift motion, you closed the space between you, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The material was soft but sturdy beneath your grip, grounding you in the moment as you tugged him toward you with a sudden urgency that surprised even yourself.

Dick's eyes widened, his breath hitching, but he barely had a second to react before your lips met his. The kiss was fierce, intense—a collision of bottled-up emotions finally set free. Your fingers clenched tighter in his shirt, pulling him closer as if you were afraid he might vanish if you let go.

For a moment, the world seemed to fall away—the distant hum of the tower's systems, the muffled bass of the music still thumping from the party below—it all dissolved into nothingness. There was only him, only the warmth of his mouth against yours, only the heat of his hands finding your waist and holding on like he'd been waiting for this as long as you had.

Dick let out a sharp breath against your lips, a sound caught somewhere between relief and longing. His arms wrapped around you fully now, one hand sliding up your back, the other cupping the side of your face like he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go again.

The kiss deepened, fueled by everything unspoken between you—years of trust, shared danger, late-night talks, and quiet moments when words had never been enough. Every suppressed feeling, every glance that had lingered too long, every touch that had meant more than it should—everything finally broke free.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, your foreheads rested together, your fingers still clutching the front of his shirt like a lifeline. Dick's eyes were half-lidded, dark with emotion, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours.

"...Quite the confession, Grayson," you voiced, your voice low and shaky.

A slow, disbelieving smile spread across Dick's face, softening the sharp intensity of his expression. His thumb brushed your cheek gently, almost reverently. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."

His words sent warmth flooding through your chest, and before you could respond, his lips found yours again—not desperate this time, but sure and steady, like he was memorizing the way you felt in his arms. This time, there was no hesitation, no fear—only certainty.

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toulousewayne · 8 months ago

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🌿🍃Toxic Lover: Pt: I

Nightwing X male!reader with a former team who had become Poison Ivy like meta-human.

Summary:Your a former Titan teammate, you and Dick have unresolved feelings and you become infected with the same toxins and chemicals that turned Poison Ivy into a meta-human.

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It was a simple mission. Get in and get out. It wasn’t supposed to go the way it had.

Y/n was a skilled fighter and vigilante, he trained with Black Canary, WildCat, Wonder Woman and the League of Assassins. He operated as solo vigilante since he could remember.

He worked with most of the league and helped them as much as he could. He helped Batman and Robin a lot since he did very similar missions to them. When Dick formed the Titans and went solo as Nightwing he asked Y/n to join him. Y/n worked well with Starfire and Raven, he had fun playing games with Cyborg and Best Boy. He often hung out with Dick and Donna and Wally would visit often too.

Y/n took some time from the team and did solo missions for a while before being called by Dick to help him,Wally and Donna with a rescue mission in Metropolis.

“We just need to find the data bank with the information containing Ivy’s records and research. Luthor was help to gather and stored it in his lab. We need to get the information and destroy any bioweapon schematics.” Dick instructed.

“Anything we should be aware of,”Y/n perked up from his seat in the jet. Donna adjusted her sliver lasso to her waist,”Is Ivy herself involved?”

“As far as Batman’s intel can confirm she’s been missing for the last three months.” He confirms.

“Great so no giant kale bushes to crush us, noted.” Wally quipped. Y/n chuckled as Donna and Dick rolled their eyes.

——-

The Quad split into pairs;Wally and Donna and Dick and Y/n. Donna and Wally took the research offices upstairs meanwhile, Dick and Y/n took the lower levels.

Dick sneak into some of the office while Y/n found a hidden lab. He took photos, and took a flash drive to take the data from the server. He found several vials, tubes and plants on a desk and took photos.

“Nightwing, I’m in this lab. It looks they’ve extracted some of Ivy’s original pheromones and try to weaponize them.”

“I’ll be there soon…kinda busy.” He heard a loud bang and a punch. Y/n turned around to see a scientist and three guards at the doorway.

“Sorry you found this, but unfortunately Mr. Luthor doesn’t what this getting out. Boys don’t let him leave.” The scientist quickly fled as the guards moved in.

“Sorry lapdogs,but I’m leaving with the drive.” Y/n sprang into action and started fighting.

“It’s a trap,you have to get out of that room.” Nightwing’s voice filed the hero’s ear. Y/n managed to take out two goons but the last one was the biggest and blocked the only exit. He rushed Y/n and managed to forcefully shove him into the computer and servers. Knocking Y/n off his balance and disorienting him. He had cuts on his faces and blood trickled from his lip.Then, while he was stunned he took him and threw him into the desk with vitals and pheromones.

The two guard got the their feet and assisted in beating him to a pulp. Y/n was loosing his consciousness and went in and out. “..Dick—help.” He winced.

The large goon took the remaining vitals and smashed them over the hero. He threw the plant cart on him too and took out a lighter.

“Mr. Luthor sends his regards.” He threw the lighter at the spilled chemical and engulfed the room in flames.

——

The fire spread through out the facility and Nightwing managed to find the source. Toria and Flash managed to get to him but the flames were to high.

“We need to save him!” Nightwing tried to go towards the labs but Toria stopped him.

“You can’t go in there you’ll die!” He tried to push her but she wasn’t budgeting. Tears streaming down his face he begged his friends.

“Please, we have to try, please.” Wally nodded.”Get him to the surface I’ll try to get to Y/n. Go now!” He barked. Toria grabbed Nightwing and sped out of the lower levels as Flash created tornados to clear up the flames.

—-

Dick set on the jet without his mask, tears, bruises, and soot. Donna stood guard watching as the building’s flames were put out by firefighters. Wally entered the vessel with a stretcher with a white sheet on top.The form on it was Y/n’s body. Dick didn’t say a word as more tears formed in his eyes.

“It’s all my fault.” He hissed. Donna placed a hand on his shoulder,”It’s not Dick, you can’t blame—“

“It is. I asked him to come, I asked both of you to come and it nearly killed you all. I—l..” Dick broke down in tears and shouted. He rocked hisself and sob and Donna comforted him. Wally placed a hand on his other shoulder and talked him through it.

——-

Dick sat in his seat at the cemetery in Gotham. The small crowd of heroes dressed in black one by one left the small private ceremony for Y/n. Dinah gave a worried look at Dick whose gaze hadn’t left the spot where Y/n’s casket had been lowered into the earth and covered with fresh soil.

Bruce stood next to her and they didn’t speak right away but Dinah broke the silence. “Diana told me what happened from Donna. He hasn’t been the same.” Bruce didn’t reply.

“Well he be okay?” She hummed. Bruce turned to his friend and looked back at his son.”They were in love Dinah, it was obvious to most of us but not them. I’m not sure he if knew he loved Y/n as more than a friend, but I know he won’t stop until he can give him justice.”

“You think he’ll kil-“

“I hope not but I can only help him through this, I’ve learned a long time ago to not try to pressure him into a decision.” He walked to Dick and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“Let’s go son.”

——-

Y/n saw his life flash before his eyes during his attack. Between each rib being fractured, another punch to the back, or kick to the stomach he felt his favorite memories flood his eyes.

From training the younger members of Young Justice with Dick’s little brother the third Robin, game nights with the Titans, going to a concert with Dick he practically dragged him to.

That concert was the best night of his life he felt so carefree, not birdied with the responsibilities of being a more experienced hero. Not feeling like he couldn’t tell his best friend how he truly felt, and just watch from a distance as he went out dates with other girls or laughed with the guys at games nights.

Y/n knew he was in deep shit from the moment he met the Last Flying Grayson, and he didn’t care.

The band was one he like since he was in Middle school,and he begged Dick for weeks to go with him, eventually he agreed to go because he felt bad for missing so many plans to help his family with their own missions.

“I hope they aren’t a snooze fest because I could have stayed home and listened to Tim explain Quant-Time travel.” He joked as Y/n pulled on his hoodie he just purchased.

He shoved his shoulders,”Don’t even Grayson these guys are the best. You’re not gonna regret it. Plus, don’t act like you don’t love Timmy’s rambles.” Y/n fired back.

He held his hands in surrender. “Hey I had to think of something.” Y/n took Dick’s hand and dragged him into the arena just as the music blared through the speakers. Y/n was unaware of the crimson color that painted Dick’s face. And to busy to notice the stole glances Dick took through the night.

—-

The smell of smoke burned Y/n’s nostrils and he chocked on it. But the blood in his mouth took out some of the harsh smells. The flames were roaring in the room and shortly everything began to spin. Y/n barely regained consciousness before everything swiftly went to black.

Then it went Green.

The green light became paler and paler and the sound of a heartbeat echoed. Almost in slow motion. Most of the light became closer too. Became bright white and the sounds of Gotham City came hard and fast like a gunshot.

Y/n stood up in the middle of the street and he noticed something wasn’t right. The last thing he remembered was dying in Metropolis and now he’s in old Gotham. To his left was the build up of traffic and to his right was Gotham Cemetery. He tried to move but fell to the ground.

“The fuck.” His hoarse voice choked out. He noticed his arms were covered in slime of some kind and leaves. He saw a small puddle and took a glance at his reflection. His face was the same but more beautiful, sharper features, deep green iris, and fuller lips.

“Hey freak,get outta the way!” A voice shouted and honked his horned.

Y/n snapped his head up and grew easily frustrated,his head was still spinning and blaring horn was causing more pain.

“Ugh, can’t you be idiotic somewhere else.” With his hand on the ground it began to shake and large vines jumped through the concrete and began to crush the car. The driver managed to get out before it was crushed to pieces. Y/n slowly got to his feet and stumbled.

“That’s new.” Several other drivers fled their cars and screams. Two officers drew their weapons and order Y/n to freeze. Something in Y/n slowly turned and began to change in his feelings toward the police.

“Freeze Freak!” The older officer hisses,Y/n cocks his head to the side with smirk.

“Pathetic pigs, you never appreciate the things you take for granted. You worthless meat sacks.”

The two officers look at each other,”Meat-what?” It’s short lived as vines bursted through the growing and take them prisoner. Y/n strolls over to them. He chuckles.

“Mother Earth wouldn’t be to proud of you. Nature will always win.” He takes his nails and scratches both across the face and then plants begin to grow out their faces and they gag. More large vines rise and take Y/n underground.

—————

He re-emerges in the old Gotham Greenhouse in Robinson Park. More vines and flowers bloom in the old building giving it a new look. The old overgrown plants become green and flourish again with life.

“Men have ruined you, I don’t know what yet, I know can revive you. But I promise you will be avenged. I am Mother Nature’s new branch and I will take Gotham first then, we will cleanse the rest of this planet.” He laughs to himself before the sound of glass shatters.

He worlds around to see Nightwing.

“Y/n,what happened to you. You were dead.” Y/n felt conflicted. On one hand he wanted run to Dick and get his help, but on the other hand he wanted to crush him and turn him into mulch.

Nightwing drew closer, “This isn’t you N/N. I don’t know what happened in the last 72 hours but you aren’t yourself. I can help you but you have to let me.” His voice was strained like his had been yelling or not speaking. It didn’t go unnoticed but something in Y/n didn’t care and he was constantly fighting a battle within himself.

“Dick—what?”

“I can help you,Y/n you have to understand I care about you. But you have to stop.” Nightwing earpiece buzzed and Y/n could heard the voice of Robin from a nearby plant. The words: Cops. Killed. Poisoned. Y/n.

Nightwing turned to him with a blank expression and a tighter grip on his weapons.

“Y/n, let me take you get help. I promise I won’t let anyone harm you.” His voice wasn’t as raw as it was. It was stern yet cautious.

The switch in Y/n flipped and the smirk and sultry voice returned.

“Dick, join me,” he persuades, “Become my Adam and help me flourish this place into a new garden. Just for the two of use.”

Nightwing took a defensive stanch. “Can’t do that. I’m sorry.” The last part was a whisper but Y/n caught it.

“Well then I’m sorry too.” With the flick of his wrist and two large flowers sprouted. The plants around Nightwing were now healthily and quickly attacked him.

Y/n rose several feet in the air on a seat of large leaves and petals. Nightwing dodged the vines but is eventually became captured after miscalculating a step after trying to not harm Y/n.

He’s wrapped in vines and is unable to move. The vines bring him closer to Y/n who purrs.

He runs a thumb across Dick’s lips. “I never noticed.” He whispered.

“What?” Dick huffed. Y/n takes his face and brings it closer. He has a soft smile and Dick is conflicted.

“How much I wanted to do this.” He kisses Dick. He tries break free of his binds but after a few moments he stops and kisses back and soon the kiss deepens and Y/n has to stop. He places his forehead against Dick’s and sighs.

Dick’s eyes are glossed over and his blue eyes are a pale green.

“Dick?”

“Yes, my Love?” He says deadpans. Y/n sighs to himself and releases him.

The virus in Y/n grows stronger. And he laughs to himself.

“We have a few housewarming gifts to give out. Fetch them for me Darlin.” Nightwing mindless obeys and leaves Y/n who glances at his appearance in the water fountain for the first time noticing the torn up suit he was buried in.

“It’s time for a new Harvest.”

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okasuka · 29 days ago

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Damian wayne x Reader - just a practice write!

Chapter 1: A New Addition

The Titans Tower buzzed with anticipation as the team waited in the main hall. Y/N leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her electric knuckle dusters resting on her belt. She had been part of the Titans long enough to grow accustomed to its quirks, but today felt different.

“What’s the deal with this ‘new member’?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with skepticism. “We’re fine as we are.”

Nightwing, standing at the head of the room, glanced at her with a small smile. “Give him a chance, Y/N. He’s Bruce’s son. That carries weight.”

“Bruce Wayne’s son?” Beast Boy cut in, his ears perking up. “That’s huge! Wait, is he, like, super rich?”

“Focus, Gar,” Raven muttered, flipping through a book without looking up.

Before Y/N could press further, the elevator dinged. All eyes turned toward the doors as they slid open, revealing a boy no older than fourteen, clad in a dark green cloak over a sharp red and black costume. His demeanor was sharp, his emerald eyes scanning the room with an intensity that immediately set Y/N on edge.

“Everyone, this is Damian Wayne,” Nightwing introduced. “He’s our new Robin.”

Damian stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back. “I’ll make this simple. I’m here to lead this team and ensure it operates at maximum efficiency.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Starfire, who looked equally taken aback. “Lead the team?” Y/N repeated, pushing off the wall. “Don’t you think that’s a bit presumptuous for the new guy?”

Damian’s gaze snapped to her, his eyes narrowing. “And who are you?”

“Y/N,” she said coolly. “I’ve been part of this team for years. You might want to learn how things work around here before trying to take charge.”

“Years?” Damian replied, his tone dripping with condescension. “Then you should know how often teams fail due to weak leadership. I won’t let that happen here.”

Y/N bristled, her fists clenching. “Listen here, Wayne—”

“Enough,” Nightwing said, stepping between them. “Damian, you’re here to work with the team, not dictate to it. Understood?”

Damian held Nightwing’s gaze for a moment before giving a curt nod.

“Fine.”

Chapter 2: Sparring and Sparks

A few days later, Y/N found herself in the Titans’ training room, wrapping her hands in preparation for her session. She had been avoiding Damian as much as possible, but today, their paths crossed.

“Need a partner?” Damian asked, stepping into the room.

Y/N looked up, surprised to see him. “You want to spar with me?”

“I want to assess your skill,” Damian replied, his expression unreadable.

Y/N smirked, slipping on her electric knuckle dusters. “Careful what you wish for, Wayne.”

They squared off, and Y/N immediately noticed how methodical Damian’s movements were. He analyzed her stance, her breathing, and her every twitch.

“Impressive form,” Damian said, circling her. “For an amateur.”

Y/N grinned. “You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t landed a hit yet.”

She lunged at him, throwing a feint before following up with a rapid combination of punches. Damian dodged and blocked with precision, but Y/N’s electric knuckle dusters crackled as one grazed his side.

He winced slightly but recovered quickly, countering with a sweep that knocked her off balance. Y/N hit the mat with a grunt but immediately rolled to her feet.

“You’re fast,” she admitted, adjusting her stance.

“And you’re predictable,” he replied, his lips quirking into a faint smirk.

Their sparring continued, each testing the other’s limits. Y/N managed to land a solid punch to Damian’s shoulder, the electric charge making him stagger slightly.

“Still think I’m predictable?” she teased, breathing heavily.

Damian didn’t respond. Instead, he launched himself at her, pinning her arms to her sides and pressing her against the wall.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as his intense green eyes bore into hers. For a moment, the room felt unnaturally still.

“You’re… better than I expected,” Damian said softly, his voice losing some of its usual sharpness.

Y/N blinked, her heart racing. “Uh… thanks?”

Realizing their proximity, Damian quickly released her and stepped back, his cheeks faintly pink.

“Let’s call it a draw,” he said stiffly, avoiding her gaze.

Y/N watched him leave, a confused smile tugging at her lips.

Chapter 3: A Growing Bond

Over the next few weeks, Y/N noticed subtle changes in Damian’s demeanor. He was still curt and guarded, but he began seeking her out during missions and sparring sessions.

One evening, as they worked together to disable a rogue drone in downtown Gotham, Y/N couldn’t help but comment.

“You’ve been less of a jerk lately,” she said, smirking as she zapped the drone with her knuckle dusters.

Damian raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Take it however you want,” she replied, grinning.

Damian shook his head but didn’t hide the small smile that crept onto his face.

After the mission, as they walked back to the Tower, Y/N glanced at him. “Why’d you join the Titans, anyway?”

He hesitated before answering. “To prove myself.”

“To who?”

“To everyone,” he said quietly, his usual confidence giving way to vulnerability.

Y/N softened. “You don’t have to prove anything to us, Damian. You’re already part of the team.”

He looked at her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Thank you.”

Chapter 4: The Kiss

One late night, Y/N found Damian in the Tower’s observation deck, staring out at the city. She approached him cautiously, sensing that something was on his mind.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, leaning against the railing.

He glanced at her, his expression softening. “Something like that.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the city lights reflecting in their eyes.

“You’ve changed,” Y/N said quietly.

Damian turned his head toward Y/N, his gaze curious but skeptical. “Changed? How so?”

Y/N shrugged, her hands gripping the railing. “When you first joined, you were all… ‘I’m the leader, follow my orders,’ and now…”

“And now what?” he prompted, his tone guarded.

She smirked, turning to face him fully. “Now you’re tolerable.”

Damian rolled his eyes, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “High praise coming from you.”

“I mean it,” Y/N said, her voice softening. “You’re not just tolerable—you’re… pretty great, Damian.”

His eyes widened slightly at her words, his usual sharp demeanor faltering for a moment. “You think I’m great?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Wayne,” she teased, but her cheeks were warm.

Damian hesitated, his hands gripping the railing tightly. Then, as if gathering his courage, he turned to her.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice quieter than she’d ever heard it.

“Yeah?”

He looked at her intently, his green eyes searching hers. “You’re… different from anyone I’ve ever met. And I don’t mean that in a bad way.”

Y/N blinked, her heart thudding in her chest. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He smirked faintly, but his expression quickly turned serious again. “I’m not good at… this. At saying what I mean. But I need you to know that I…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening.

“That you what?” Y/N pressed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I care about you,” Damian admitted, his voice so soft she almost didn’t hear it.

Her breath caught, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Y/N stepped closer to him.

“Damian…” she began, but she didn’t know what to say. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing his.

He met her halfway, their hands hesitantly intertwining. The contact sent a jolt through Y/N, but she didn’t pull away.

And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Damian leaned in. His movements were slow, deliberate, giving her plenty of time to back away—but she didn’t.

Their lips met in a tentative, gentle kiss that quickly deepened as they let their emotions take over. Damian’s hand cupped her cheek, his other arm pulling her closer, while Y/N’s fingers tangled in his cape.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting together.

“That…” Y/N began, her voice shaky.

“Was long overdue,” Damian finished, his lips quirking into the faintest of smiles.

Y/N laughed softly, her cheeks burning. “Yeah. It was.”

Damian stepped back slightly, his hand still holding hers. “You realize this changes things, right?”

“I figured,” she said, squeezing his hand. “But I’m okay with that if you are.”

“I am,” Damian said firmly, his green eyes filled with determination.

The Next Day

The team noticed almost immediately that something had changed between Damian and Y/N.

At breakfast, Beast Boy nudged Raven, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, “Do you think they finally kissed?”

Y/N, who was pouring cereal into a bowl, nearly choked.

Y/N coughed, the sound sharp and awkward, as she quickly placed the cereal box back on the counter. She glanced toward Damian, who sat at the kitchen island with his usual stoic expression. His hand paused mid-reach for his tea, his green eyes narrowing in Beast Boy’s direction.

“What are you babbling about, Logan?” Damian asked, his tone clipped.

Beast Boy grinned, completely undeterred. “Oh, nothing! Just wondering about the chemistry in the air lately. You know… between certain teammates.”

Y/N shot him a glare, her cheeks flushing. “Seriously, Gar?”

“What? I’m just observing,” Beast Boy said, holding up his hands defensively. “It’s hard not to notice when someone’s acting all… glowy and happy.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Raven, who sat quietly nearby with a book in hand, turned the page without looking up. “For once, I agree with Damian. You’re being obnoxious.”

“Thank you,” Damian muttered, though his posture was unusually stiff.

Starfire floated into the room, her energy as vibrant as ever. “Good morning, friends!” she said cheerfully. “What is this talk of glowing happiness?”

“No one’s glowing,” Y/N muttered, her face heating even further.

Starfire tilted her head curiously. “Are you sure? Because I sense something wonderful has occurred! Perhaps love has—”

“Enough,” Damian snapped, his voice sharp but not loud.

Everyone went silent, the tension lingering in the air. Y/N stared at him, her brow furrowed. She wasn’t upset—she knew Damian well enough to understand that he was just uncomfortable. Still, she wished he’d handled it differently.

“Wow,” Beast Boy muttered under his breath. “Touchy.”

Y/N sighed, grabbing her bowl of cereal and sitting down next to Damian. She nudged him gently with her shoulder.

“You okay?” she asked softly, keeping her voice low enough that the others wouldn’t hear.

Damian’s jaw clenched for a moment before he let out a quiet sigh. “I’m fine. I just don’t see why everyone feels the need to pry.”

“Because they care,” Y/N said, offering him a small smile. “And maybe they’re curious. It’s not every day Damian Wayne shows he’s… capable of affection.”

His gaze flicked to hers, the corners of his mouth twitching upward for a fraction of a second. “I’m more than capable. I just prefer not to advertise it.”

“Noted,” she replied, stifling a laugh.

Sparring: Round Two

Later that afternoon, Y/N found herself back in the training room with Damian. This time, it was his idea.

“You’re not holding your punches anymore,” she teased, adjusting the straps on her gloves.

“Why would I?” Damian asked, tossing her a set of focus mitts. “I’ve seen what you can do.”

“And you think you can beat me?” she challenged,

Y/N’s smirk grew as she slipped on the mitts, holding them up in front of her. “You talk a big game, Wayne. Let’s see if you can back it up.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed, his posture shifting as he readied himself. He was usually controlled in their sessions—focused, precise. But today, something in his stance seemed tense, his movements sharper than usual.

As they began, Y/N threw a playful jab at the air. “Come on, show me what the great Robin has got.”

Damian didn’t respond, his lips pressed into a tight line as he launched a quick series of strikes against the mitts. The force behind them was stronger than usual, the sound of his hits echoing through the training room.

“Whoa,” Y/N said, laughing nervously as she adjusted her footing. “Ease up, will you? These mitts aren’t indestructible.”

Damian grunted in response, his punches growing even faster. Y/N frowned. “Seriously, what’s your deal today? Did I—”

Before she could finish, Damian misjudged his strike. His fist bypassed the mitt entirely, landing squarely on Y/N’s face. The impact was immediate and harsh.

“Ah!” Y/N yelped, stumbling backward as pain exploded across her nose. She ripped the mitts off instinctively, her hands flying to her face. Blood trickled between her fingers, and she blinked, her vision blurred.

Her glasses were askew, the frame cracked and one lens missing entirely.

“Y/N,” Damian said sharply, stepping toward her. His tone was more annoyed than concerned.

“What the hell, Damian?!” she snapped, her voice muffled by her hands.

“You weren’t paying attention,” he said curtly, though his eyes flicked to the blood dripping from her nose. “You should’ve dodged.”

“Dodged?” Y/N repeated, incredulous. She pulled her hands away, glaring at him despite her blurry vision. “How was I supposed to dodge a punch you didn’t mean to throw?”

“I wasn’t aiming for your face,” Damian said, his tone clipped.

“Well, congratulations, because you nailed it,” Y/N shot back, her voice thick with frustration. She turned away from him, heading toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Damian called after her.

“To fix my glasses and my nose,” she said without looking back. “Don’t bother following me.”

The Rest of the Day

Y/N spent the next few hours avoiding everyone, especially Damian. She holed up in her room, carefully tending to her broken glasses and icing her swollen nose. Her reflection in the mirror showed a faint bruise beginning to form, and she winced.

“Great,” she muttered to herself. “Now I look as bad as I feel.”

Her thoughts kept circling back to Damian—his sharp tone, his lack of an apology, the sheer force of his punch. She knew sparring accidents happened, but this felt different. It felt like he hadn’t cared.

Meanwhile, Damian was pacing in the training room, replaying the moment in his head. His frustration at himself bubbled under the surface, but he didn’t know how to express it. Apologies weren’t his strong suit, and he hated the thought of admitting he’d been in the wrong.

But as the hours dragged on, the weight of guilt became harder to ignore.

The Apology

That evening, Y/N was sitting in the common area, a book in her lap and her repaired glasses perched crookedly on her nose. She wasn’t reading, though; her thoughts were too preoccupied.

The sound of footsteps made her tense, and she glanced up to see Damian approaching. He hesitated a few feet away, his usual confident demeanor replaced by something more uncertain.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice quieter than usual.

She raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. “What do you want?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “I… wanted to talk.”

“About what? How you almost broke my nose?” she said, her tone sharper than she intended.

Damian flinched slightly but held her gaze. “I was out of line.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by his words. “Excuse me?”

“I said I was out of line,” he repeated, his jaw tight. “I shouldn’t have let my frustration affect our sparring session. It was unprofessional and…” He hesitated, the word sticking in his throat. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, processing his apology. She could tell it wasn’t easy for him to say, and that alone softened her anger.

“Why were you so frustrated?” she asked, her tone gentler now.

Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not an excuse, but… things have been tense lately. With the team. With my… father.”

Y/N nodded slowly, setting her book aside. “You could’ve just said that, you know. Instead of turning me into a punching bag.”

He winced at her words but nodded. “You’re right. I should have.”

Silence stretched between them before Y/N spoke again. “You really hurt me, Damian. Not just physically.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “You’re lucky I’m forgiving.”

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Then I am very lucky.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head. “Just… don’t let it happen again, okay?”

“It won’t,” Damian promised, his voice firm.

She held out her hand, and he took it without hesitation, giving it a brief but sincere squeeze.

“Now,” Y/N said, smirking slightly, “if you’re done apologizing, how about you grab me an ice pack? My nose still hurts.”

Damian’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “As you wish.”

As he left to fetch the ice pack, Y/N leaned back in her seat, a small smile playing on her lips. Damian wasn’t perfect, but he was trying—and that was enough for her.

The common area grew quieter as the evening wore on, the rest of the team either retreating to their rooms or getting lost in their own activities. Y/N stayed curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over her shoulders. Damian had returned with the ice pack, which she now held lightly against her nose, the swelling mostly gone.

To her surprise, Damian had stayed with her, settling into the armchair beside her. He wasn’t saying much, which wasn’t unusual, but his presence was steady and oddly comforting.

“You know,” Y/N began, breaking the silence, “you don’t have to babysit me all night.”

“I’m not babysitting,” Damian replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “I’m ensuring you’re properly cared for after my… earlier mistake.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. “So this is guilt-driven chivalry?”

“Call it what you like,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Well, thanks for sticking around, I guess. It’s… nice.”

Damian glanced at her, his expression softening. “You should rest. Your body needs time to recover.”

“Bossy as always,” she teased, setting the ice pack on the table.

Without much thought, she shifted to lie down on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around herself. Her eyes fluttered closed, the exhaustion of the day catching up to her.

“You’re really not leaving, huh?” she murmured sleepily, glancing at Damian through half-lidded eyes.

“No,” he said simply, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll stay.”

At some point during the night, Damian found himself shifting uncomfortably in the armchair. It wasn’t the most ergonomic place to sit for hours, and his legs had begun to cramp. He glanced at Y/N, who was sound asleep on the couch, her breathing steady and peaceful.

After a moment of hesitation, he stood and moved quietly to sit on the far edge of the couch. He leaned back, careful not to disturb her, and closed his eyes. His body relaxed almost instantly, the quiet hum of the tower lulling him into an unexpected sleep.

Morning: The Interruption

“Uh… should I knock or something?”

Dick Grayson’s voice cut through the stillness, light and teasing. He stood in the doorway of the common area, his arms crossed and a knowing grin on his face.

Behind him, Kori—Starfire—peeked in, her vibrant hair framing her amused expression. “Why would you knock? It is a communal space,” she said, though her tone was playful.

“Yeah, but…” Dick stepped forward, gesturing to the couch.

There, tangled together under Y/N’s blanket, were Damian and Y/N. She had shifted in her sleep, her head resting on his shoulder, her glasses slightly askew. Damian, still fast asleep, had an arm loosely draped over her waist, his normally tense features relaxed.

Kori clasped her hands together, a soft laugh escaping her. “Oh, how adorable! Little Robin has found the warmness of companionship!”

Dick snorted, pulling out his phone. “This is too good not to document.”

As the camera clicked, Damian’s eyes snapped open, his instincts kicking in immediately. He bolted upright, nearly knocking Y/N off the couch in the process.

“What the—Grayson?!” Damian growled, his face darkening as he registered the smirk on his older brother’s face.

“Morning, sunshine,” Dick said, clearly enjoying himself. “Sleep well?”

Y/N stirred beside him, blinking groggily. “What’s going on?” she mumbled, pushing her glasses up her nose.

“You two,” Dick said, pointing at them with his thumb, “were looking awfully cozy there. Didn’t want to wake you—looked too cute to disturb.”

Y/N’s face flushed a deep red as she quickly sat up, pulling the blanket higher around herself. “W-we weren’t— It’s not what it looks like!” she stammered, shooting a wide-eyed glance at Damian.

“Grayson,” Damian growled, his voice low and dangerous as he stood, his fists clenched. “Delete that photo. Now.”

Dick raised his hands in mock surrender, his phone still in one hand. “Relax, baby bird. It’s just for… family archives.”

“Family archives?” Damian snapped, taking a threatening step forward.

“Absolutely,” Dick said with a grin. “You know Bruce will want to see this. And Alfred. Oh, and Jason. Maybe Tim—”

“You’ll regret it if you show anyone,” Damian warned, his voice ice-cold.

Before things could escalate, Kori floated between them, her hands on her hips. “Now, now, there is no need for threats. It is clear that you and Y/N simply fell asleep while… bonding.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Oh my God. Can we please not make this a thing?”

“Too late for that,” Dick said cheerfully.

“Grayson, I swear—” Damian began, but Y/N cut him off with a tug on his sleeve.

“Damian, let it go,” she said quietly, her cheeks still burning. “They’re not going to stop teasing.”

“She’s right,” Kori said, smiling brightly. “Besides, it is lovely to see you allowing someone into your heart, Damian. It brings us all joy.”

“Joy?” Damian echoed, his tone flat.

“Yes!” Kori said, clasping her hands together again. “Now, let us go find breakfast. I believe Alfred’s cooking is waiting for us at the manor.”

Breakfast at Wayne Manor

The teasing didn’t end when they arrived at the manor. If anything, it intensified.

The dining room was lively as Alfred served pancakes, eggs, and fresh fruit. Bruce sat at the head of the table, his expression stoic as ever, though his eyes flicked toward Damian and Y/N more than once.

Jason lounged in a chair, his feet propped up on the table until Alfred swatted him with a disapproving glare. “So,” Jason began, cutting into a pancake, “heard you two lovebirds had a sleepover.”

Y/N nearly choked on her orange juice. “Seriously?”

“Grayson told us,” Jason added, gesturing toward Dick with his fork.

“I provided context,” Dick said, looking entirely unapologetic.

“You mean you exaggerated,” Damian muttered, glaring at his older brother.

Jason smirked. “Doesn’t sound like an exaggeration to me. You two were literally wrapped around each other, right? That’s what I heard.”

“Wrapped around—?” Y/N started, but her voice faltered as her face turned bright red.

“Y/N, dear, don’t let them fluster you,” Alfred interjected, placing a plate in front of her. “Master Jason and Master Dick have a knack for embellishment.”

“Thanks, Alfred,” Y/N said, offering him a grateful smile.

“But,” Alfred added, his tone sly, “it was rather sweet, wasn’t it?”

Damian groaned audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I can’t escape this, can I?”

“Nope,” Jason said, grinning.

Bruce finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “That’s enough, all of you. Let them eat in peace.”

For a moment, silence reigned, and Y/N dared to relax. But then Bruce added, “Though I admit, it is… nice to see Damian opening up.”

Y/N dropped her fork as Damian’s glare turned toward his father.

“Not you too,” Damian said, exasperation lacing his voice.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “I’m merely making an observation.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breaking through the tension. “Okay, okay. Can we just move on to another topic?”

“Fine,” Jason said, leaning back in his chair. “But this isn’t over. You know that, right?”

Damian groaned again, muttering something under his breath, but Y/N smiled. Despite the embarrassment, it was nice to see everyone so relaxed and teasing.

Even Damian, for all his scowling, seemed a little more at ease. And as they continued breakfast, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the strange, chaotic family she had somehow become a part of.

After breakfast, Damian and Y/N found themselves walking through the Wayne Manor gardens. The cool morning air and the scent of blooming flowers offered a much-needed reprieve from the teasing at the table. Y/N adjusted her slightly crooked glasses, her cheeks still warm from all the comments.

“Do they ever stop?” she asked, glancing at Damian.

“They don’t,” Damian replied bluntly. “They thrive on being insufferable.”

Y/N chuckled. “Well, at least they seem to care about you… in their own, slightly humiliating way.”

“They care too much,” Damian muttered, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

They walked in companionable silence for a while, the only sounds coming from the soft crunch of gravel underfoot and the distant chirping of birds.

“Thanks for, you know… apologizing last night,” Y/N said after a moment.

Damian looked over at her, his gaze softening. “It was the right thing to do. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

Y/N shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. “It happens. Besides, you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Oh? And what makes you so certain of that?”

“Because if you were, you wouldn’t have stuck around to make sure I was okay,” she said simply, meeting his gaze.

For once, Damian didn’t have a retort. Instead, he looked away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Back in the Training Room

Later that day, Y/N and Damian ended up back in the training room. It had become a ritual of sorts—testing each other’s skills, learning each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

This time, however, Y/N was determined to avoid a repeat of the previous day’s incident.

“All right, Robin,” she said, slipping on her electric knuckle dusters. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Damian smirked, stepping onto the mat. “Don’t hold back, Y/N. I won’t.”

The sparring started slow, both of them gauging each other’s movements. Y/N threw a quick jab, which Damian easily dodged, his counterattack swift but controlled.

“You’ve improved,” Damian remarked as Y/N blocked his strike and twisted out of reach.

“Flattery won’t save you,” she teased, aiming a well-placed kick at his side.

Damian caught her leg, his smirk widening. “Not flattery. Observation.”

He tried to use her momentum to flip her, but Y/N anticipated the move, twisting her body to land on her feet. She took advantage of his momentary surprise, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off balance.

In an instant, she had him pinned, his hands pressed behind his back as she straddled him.

“Well, well,” Y/N said, her face close to his. “Looks like I win.”

Damian’s green eyes met hers, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. His cheeks turned faintly pink, and Y/N realized just how close they were.

She felt her own face heat up, her confidence faltering for a moment. That hesitation was all Damian needed. He shifted his weight, attempting to reverse their positions, but the movement was clumsier than usual. Instead of flipping her, he stumbled, and they both ended up on the mat—Damian landing squarely on top of Y/N.

Her glasses flew off, attering to the side as Damian froze, his hands braced on either side of her head. Y/N blinked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. His face was inches from hers, his dark hair falling slightly forward, the faintest blush dusting his cheeks.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them charged with an intensity that made Y/N’s stomach flutter.

“Uh… Damian?” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

He snapped out of whatever daze he was in, his eyes widening. “I—” Damian quickly rolled off her, sitting up with his back turned as he ran a hand through his hair.

Y/N sat up too, her face burning. “I think my glasses went flying,” she said, trying to break the awkward tension. She squinted, crawling a bit as she searched for them.

Damian turned his head just enough to catch sight of her on all fours, and his breath hitched. His gaze lingered for a fraction of a second too long before he shook his head, mentally chastising himself. Focus, Wayne.

“Here,” he said quickly, grabbing her glasses and holding them out.

“Thanks,” Y/N said, taking them and putting them on. She turned to face him, her cheeks still pink. “You okay? You kind of froze back there.”

“I… miscalculated,” Damian muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Y/N smirked, some of her confidence returning. “Miscalculated? You mean you tripped and fell on me?”

He shot her a sharp look, though the embarrassment in his eyes betrayed him. “I don’t trip.”

“Sure you don’t,” she teased, standing and offering him a hand. “Come on, let’s call it a draw before we accidentally break more than just my glasses.”

Damian hesitated but took her hand, allowing her to help him up. The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt through both of them.

The Kiss

As they cleaned up the training room, the earlier awkwardness still hung in the air. Damian was quieter than usual, and Y/N found herself stealing glances at him, wondering what was going on in his head.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay, seriously, what’s up? You’ve been weird ever since…”

“Since I fell on you?” Damian interjected, his tone dry but his ears tinged red.

“Well, yeah,” she said, crossing her arms.

Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair again. “It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Y/N pressed, stepping closer. “Come on, Damian. You can talk to me.”

He glanced at her, his green eyes searching hers. For a moment, he seemed to wrestle with himself, torn between keeping his walls up and letting them down.

“You… frustrate me,” he finally admitted, his voice quiet but firm.

“Frustrate you?” Y/N echoed, confused.

“You challenge me,” he clarified, taking a step closer. “You’re stubborn, you don’t back down, and you’re… distracting.”

Y/N’s breath caught as his words sank in. “Distracting?”

Damian didn’t respond with words. Instead, he took another step, closing the distance between them. His hand brushed her cheek, tentative but purposeful, as he leaned in.

Y/N’s heart raced as their lips met, soft and hesitant at first, but growing more certain. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N was breathless, her cheeks flushed. “Well… that was unexpected,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damian smirked.

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rapz-rites · 2 years ago

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Cats

Damian Wayne x reader

Black cat x orange cat relationship

What happens when you and Damian get turned into cats for a day

Word count: 631

Warnings: Cute

Of course you and Damian both had to be turned into cats accidentally by Raven. She was trying a new spell, Gar distracted her and it went sideways. Damian was turned into a black cat and you were turned into an orange cat. Fitting. Luckily it would wear off after a day.

Damian, as a human or cat, was very reserved. He wanted his own space, isolated from everyone, peace. Unfortunately for Damian you were a very affectionate person. You would cuddle with Gar, comfort Jaime when he was homesick, reminding Raven she’s cared for.

Damian was the only person you couldn’t show affection. It was almost like he was allergic to it. But you were going to fix that.

As cats, if Damian was somewhere, you were right there with him. You loved it. He hated it.

Throughout the day he would try to avoid you, but you didn’t accept the hint and stayed near him anyways.

One would think Damian hated the affection you gave him, but that wasn’t the case. He kind of liked it, but he just didn’t know how to react to it. In the League of Assassins his mother never hugged him, his grandfather never asked him how he was, or ask how his day was going. But you did. You always checked up on him. Even though he acted like it annoyed him, deep down he really appreciated it.

Damian would never admit this but he got jealous when Gar would transformed into a cat play with you.

As previously mentioned, you were attached to Damian at the hips. Even when he tried hiding on top of the fridge, poof, there you were. He actually got startled by you and fell. Luckily for him, he still had his ninja agility even as a cat.

You and Damian were playing with yarn, well Damian was. No body knows what you we’re doing. Damian pushed his black yarn ball left and right between his paws. When he look over at you, that’s when he saw. You were completely entangled in purple yarn. He couldn’t help but snicker. Thankfully Raven was there to set you free. Sadly for you, she took the yarn away from you. When Damian noticed you pout he kind of felt bad. In no way was he going to give you his yarn to get tangled in, but he just his paw on you and you immediately felt better.

At one point during the day you thought it would be fun to pounce on Damian and tackle him. He just let you.

Damian was on the couch just sitting there, watching everyone. Even as a cat Damian was still intimidating. You could tell he was tense.

You sat on the opposite end of the couch. Damian didn’t know why considering how you’ve been all up on him since you two got turned into cats. He wanted you near him. As if on cue, you made your way towards Damian and rubbed your head against him. You could feel him relax from your touch. And you laid by his foot until you fell asleep.

That night Damian went to his room. Of course, you followed him. You laid on the bed just watching him. He was on his desk just looking at his thinks. He leaped down by his easel. He knows what his next painting is going to be. Being a cat for a day has really given him some inspiration.

When he was done looking around he saw you fast asleep by his pillow. He decided to join you. He laid there, cuddling with you, slowly drifting off to sleep. And that's how you two were in the morning, as humans. Starfire was sure to take a picture to send to Dick.

This was just a cute little blurb I thought of in the shower... I just wanted it to be something sweet. ☺️

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 1 year ago

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On thin ice (Hockey Player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure Skater! Fem! Reader)

Omg y’all, first I know i said I’d post this on Halloween, but… I couldn’t help myself! Second, the time has come… the last chapter😭. I just wanted to thank you all for reading and for all the support! It means a lot to me. The usual, not proofread.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Alcohol usage, mentions of cannabis, cursing, no smut but a small small smaaaall make out bit. Miguel finally learning to use his words.

Word count: 1.6k

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Chapter 15 [Final]: Maybe I’m too busy bein’ yours to fall for somebody new.

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It felt like you were in the opening scene of a cheesy 80’s horror flick. Psycho Killer by The Talking Heads was blasting through the frat house you were currently at, a red solo cup with spiked punch in one hand, and the other grabbing on to Kate’s hand while she dragged you through the crowd with a laugh, your purple cape swishing behind you as you make your way through the sea of drunk college students, all dressed up in different costumes.

Eventually you found yourself in the kitchen of the frat house, it was small and despite the only people in said kitchen being you and your group, it still felt a bit crowded but what room wouldn’t feel a bit crowded when you were tipsy from alcohol, and every room had either someone in a costume, Halloween decor, or both. You took a sip of your drink as you looked over at Xavier with an amused experience as he playing around with his collapsible staff he got for his costume, letting out a small laugh when he almost knocked over a spider decoration that was hanging off one of the kitchen cabinets, before he let out an embarrassed cough and sheepishly collapsed his staff. You knew that you shouldn’t have let Kate give him an item he could use as an actual weapon when he was going to be drinking.

You were dressed as Raven, Logan was beast boy, Kate and her boyfriend were starfire and Robin and Xiaver’s roommate who you couldn’t remember the name of was cyborg. You’ve got to admit, the cape was fun, and you were thankful that Kate didn’t force you and Logan to paint yourselves gray and green respectively. You 5 have been making your way down frat row for the past 2 hours at this point, hopping from one party to another, and were planning on leaving for the next one, but wanting to raid the candy basket and take a few beers for the road (aka, the 4 minute walk).

Tonight was great, a nice way to unwind after the absolute roller coaster of emotions you’ve been on recently, school was starting back up, skating practices have only been getting more intense as you and Logan practiced for sectionals, and you still had absolutely no idea what was going on between you and Miguel, despite the good terms you two have been on recently, you two would be relatively snarky with each other, but there wasn’t any underlying malice like there was before a few months ago. Your thought were pulled pulled out of your head and your hand was tugged and you found yourself following behind Kate and the rest of your group and you all exited through the back door in the kitchen, and makes your way to the next frat house, Logan unlocking the gate that separated the front yard with the back one.

As you entered the next party, the song Goo Goo Muck was finishing up before transitioning to The Create from the Black Leather Lagoon, both from The Cramps. Despite your best efforts, and both your and Kate’s tight grip on each other’s hand, you had found yourself becoming separated from a majority of your group and you wondered deeper into the crowd, the stench of alcohol and weed filling your senses as you felt Logan’s hand tightened on your shoulder, you had officially lost the others.

You and Logan decided to make your way up to the second floor of the house, wanting to see if there was a way to get out to the balcony that you saw on your way in, knowing that you’d get a good view of the night sky. Eventually you two did make your way outside on it, Logan leaning against the railing while you were sitting down on the floor, using your cape as a makeshift blanket to keep your ass from touching the wood. Both of you sipped on your stolen beers as you both talked.

“I think I saw your ex on the way up here.” You throw out the information to him nonchalantly, causing him to choke on his beer a bit, a hand coming up and patting on his chest to try and help regain his composure.

“Um, you-you did? Where?” He stuttered as he attempted to act normally, but you noticed as he straightened up a bit from his position against the railing.

“By the bathroom-“ you didn’t get to finish before he ran back inside, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you were left alone outside, knowing it was better to not follow him and attempt to stop him. Taking a sip of your beer, your eyes drifted back to the night sky, how you wished you could actually see the stars, but due to all the light pollution that was only a simple wish, grabbing your cape and wrapping it tightly around yourself in an attempt to help warm yourself up, mentally cursing yourself for not wearing tights as you looked up at the gray night sky.

“¿Qué estás haciendo aquí solita, princesa?” A deep voice asked you from behind you. [What are you doing here all alone princess?]

“Hey to you too, Miguel.”

A silence fell over you two, before you heard his heavy footsteps make their way over to your direction, you didn’t glance over to look at him until you saw him entering your peripheral vision. Your lips pull up to a small smirk, a hmph leaving your mouth as you glance up at him, before you finally break the silence.

“A vampire? I was expecting more from you.” You teased with a snort, causing his to scoff in response, before moving to go sit next to you, which surprised you slightly but you decided not to say anything.

“I’m the phantom of the opera, and I don’t wanna hear it from you, (Y/N). What are you supposed to be? Some sort of witch?”

“No. I'm Raven from the teen titans! Ya know, the DC character?”

“Oh, sorry. All my superhero knowledge comes from Peter and he’s more of a Marvel guy-“

“I’m more of a Marvel person too and even I know who that is!”

“Well I’m not a nerd like you are.”

“Rude! Says the one dressed as a character from a musical.” You giggled with a scoff, and it wasn’t until your giggles subsided that you realized that you’ve two gotten closer in proximity during your little back and forth. You thought, maybe it was just you and the alcohol in your system, but when you noticed the sudden shift in Miguel’s eyes, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallowed some saliva.

You both just sat there for a while, staring into each other’s eyes, neither one daring to move, afraid that if you did, the moment of tension between you both might disappear, so, for what felt like an eternity, you both just stared at the other. Eventually, you grained enough control over your body to open your mouth to say something, to say what? You weren’t sure, but before a single syllable could even leave your mouth, Miguel took the opportunity to lunge towards you and smash his lips into yours. Immediately, you melted into the kiss with a sigh, your hands going up and snaking around his neck before pulling him closer, causing a quiet groan to leave Miguel’s mouth. Small whimpers and moans escaping your lips as his rough hands landed on your exposed thighs, the goosebumps that were already forming on your legs became more prominent as Miguel slipped them down and onto your ass, giving your cheeks a firm squeeze, before pulling you into his lap. You let out a squeal as your hands drop down to his chest instead, your knees landing on either side of his hips, the thin cape of his phantom costume doing little to help cushion them from the hard cold wood of the balcony. Your head was swirling, both from the alcohol and the make out session, and it didn’t help that you could feel his bulge from where you were sitting straddled on top of him, he pulls away first, given you both a chance to grasp for air, before his head dips to begin peppering kisses down your jaw and neck.

God, you’ve never wanted this man more in your life then you did right now, and you know that Miguel was feeling the same way about you, but you both knew there was a better time and place for you to both succumb to those urges, so with a final kiss your neck he pulled away from you, you shift to sit on his thighs, both of your chest rising and falling rapidly in attempt to catch your breath. Miguel’s hand goes up to wipe some saliva and lipgloss from the corner of his mouth.

Once you were able to get yourself back under control, you cleared your throat before speaking.

“Look, Miguel. As much as I love making out with you on a bi-weekly basis, I don’t think I’m in a place, mentally for this to continue without at least knowing where we stand with each other. I-I don’t care if you only wanna be fuckbuddies, or make out buddies, or if you want to try for something serious-but I just want to know what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“I want all of you, (Y/N). I want you to be mine, and only mine, and I wanna be yours.”

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Within The Darkness, There Was You - Garfield Logan (Beast Boy) X GN Reader

Title: Within The Darkness, There Was You

Garfield Logan (Beast Boy) X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Cyborg, Robin (Mentioned), Raven, Starfire (Mentioned), Slade, and Terra (Mentioned)

WC: 4,871

Warnings: Teen Titans canon violence mentioned, can be ead fo any Garfield/Beast Boy, Reader had been kidnapped mentioned, nightmares, Slade, yelling, crying, brief mention of death, teasing, banter, flirting, friends to lovers?, italics, slight angst, and fluff

You pulled your coat closer around you as a cold breeze flew past you. It was eerily quiet in Jump City. Your ears could only pick up on crickets and occasional cars in the distance. You shivered involuntarily, feeling goosebumps rise on your neck as you continued your trek down the sidewalk. The street lamps were bright against the dark sky above, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight, which was a bit odd. Dropping your gaze from the sky, you lightly surveyed the dark buildings around you. Nothing seemed out of place, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness.

"All alone, are we?" You heard a deep voice, and you swiftly turned, your eyes flickering rapidly around you, but didn’t see anyone. You took another few steps before you heard the voice again, "Wandering about without your little friends?" You knew that voice, another shiver ran down your spine as you whipped around once more; the voice seemed to echo all around you, off of every corner and brick.

You brought your hands up, they shook as you tried to activate your powers, but they refused to obey. Your chest constricted with fear, and tears threatened to spill from your eyes as it became harder and harder to breathe. You frantically looked around you, your wide eyes darting across the buildings, as you desperately tried to use your powers; nothing was happening. Panic rose in your throat, and you found yourself gasping for a breath.

Suddenly, you were pulled backward, falling face-first onto the hard, cold sidewalk pavement. You scrunched up your face as a sharp pain erupted in your nose, bringing tears to your eyes. Your arms stretched out, your hands grasping at the concrete, your fingers digging painfully into the rough surface as the hand wrapped around your ankle began to drag you along the ground. You struggled against its grip desperately, your body jerked as you twisted around onto your back. Upon seeing the black and orange mask, you felt all the air leave your lungs. Slade. It was as though the world around you vanished, leaving you staring up at the creature from hell.

This had to be some dream - some nightmare - as your wide eyes stared up at the man in horror. His body was replaced with a black fog, or mist, swirling all around his form. In response to your terror, Slade laughed darkly, his deep, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine, "There's no point in fighting."

Tears streamed down your face as you attempted to struggle to free yourself from Slade’s grasp. "Let me go!" You cried out, desperate and scared.

Slade chuckled again as he pulled you even closer. "Hmm," He hummed, the swirling fog around him expanded, slowly beginning to encase you completely, like a thick blanket of night. "Not so brave now, are you?"

As the fog surrounded you, you felt the pressure around your ankle slip away, allowing you to curl up on yourself. You wrapped your arms tightly around your leg, digging your face down into the crevice between your chest and knees; your breathing coming in short bursts as you struggled to not hyperventilate.

Sucking in a deep breath, you jolted forward, your eyes opening. Your wide, teary eyes frantically flickered around the room, finding yourself in your room in the Teen Titans tower, on your bed. You pressed your hand to your chest, feeling your racing heart beneath your sweaty palm. You turned your gaze to the window, your curtains partially closed, the morning sun was just beginning to rise. You let out a puff of air, dropping your tired and wet eyes down to stare at your blankets, your hands curled around the soft fabric in fists.

Just a nightmare, you rationalized. Just a nightmare.

But it wasn't just a nightmare... It was a memory. A terrible, terrible memory. Ever since you had been kidnapped by Slade, over a month ago, you had been having nightmares ever since. Thankfully, not every night plagued you with such horrifying nightmares, but whenever your brain allowed the nightmares to enter your mind and invade, you would wake up shaking. Every nightmare left you feeling drained physically, mentally exhausted, and emotionally scarred. You would wake with a headache, sore muscles, and exhaustion written all across your features.

Usually after such nightmares, you would get up for the day and maybe even get a start on breakfast, but this nightmare was different. It left you wanting to hide under your covers, curl into a ball, and never emerge from them again. But you weren't going to do that. No, if you wanted to live in Jump City, you needed to be able to help people. You needed to be strong. And being weak would get you killed. But, you couldn't be strong all the time. Sometimes, you would need a break - or a breakdown.

And so you let the tears fall, bringing up your legs to wrap your arms around your knees; pressing your face into the crevice between your chest and knees. But, at the sound of your bedroom door opening, you shot your head up, blinking furiously to force any remaining tears away. Beast Boy - or Garfield as he had revealed to you - stood in your doorway. His dark green eyes were wide in concern, a frown on his face before he spoke up.

"Uh, I heard you scream," He looked away sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head, "Are you okay?"

Ever since you joined the Teen Titans, you and Garfield have grown quite close. Normally it took you a while to get used to people, but Garfield always made you feel comfortable in his presence. When you looked into his warm green eyes, you couldn't help but feel like he truly understood you. You could confide in him, joke around with him, rant about the weirdest things, and he wouldn't judge you - not ever. And he made you laugh... He makes you laugh when you think you wouldn't be able to. He made you forget everything else that was happening in the world, if only for a few minutes.

You quickly brushed the tears from your wet cheeks, clearing your throat as you turned on the switch on your bedside table lamp, "I screamed?" You asked, somewhat embarrassed. You haven’t woken up screaming before, and you’ve been having these nightmares for a little over a month now.

Garfield looked back over at you, and gave you a nod. "You sounded... Kinda terrified," He explained, approaching the side of your bed.

You let out a small sigh, pushing your hair behind your ear as you thought, before speaking, "I- I just had a nightmare." You began to fidget with your soft blanket, "I'm sorry if I woke you up."

Garfield shook his head vigorously as he moved to sit on the edge of your bed, "Dude, you don't have to apologize. I'll admit that I wasn't actually sleeping." He fiddled with his fingers, sounding a bit awkward, "I was up trying to beat Cy's high score on ‘Mega Heroes.’"

From that admission, you felt the corners of your lips turn up, "That's nice... Did you do it?"

Garfield shrugged his shoulders, "Nah, I was close though." He answered, cracking a small smile. Moments of silence passed by, leaving you to twist the soft fabric of your blanket between your fingers as Garfield glanced around your room. Your room was rather bare, compared to his mess of a room, and the others, but you did have a few things here and there. A large bookshelf was filled with all of your books near the window, along with one plant on your bedside table, and your desk and computer in the corner. You didn't have any rugs, or posters on your walls, though the walls were painted your favorite color; he remembered that was one of the first things you requested when you moved into the Tower over a year ago. "So..." Garfield spoke up, almost hesitating, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Hmm?" You asked looking up from your blanket, before fully comprehending what he was asking, "Oh, uh, about my nightmare?" You asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but your voice was betraying you.

Garfield quickly shook his hands, becoming panicked as his eyes widened, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I know I talk a lot, but I am actually an awesome listener-"

"Gar, it's okay!" You interrupted him, finally cracking a small smile as you reached out and took one of his hands into yours, "I think it is best that I do talk to someone about this..." You began, dropping your hand from his to resume playing with the fabric of your blanket; you dropped your eyes, taking in a deep breath, "My nightmare... It was about Slade."

"Oh," Garfield muttered out, deciding to stay quiet as you continued to speak.

"I've been having nightmares about... About what happened ever since it… Happened." You let out a scoff, shaking your head lightly, "Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I can avoid a nightmare or two, but they just won't go away." You finished, your shoulders slouching forward slightly as you let out a defeated sigh. "I hate how he still has a hold on me." You felt angry tears well up in your eyes. "I am just so tired... Tired of waking up in the middle of the night, only to not be able to get back to sleep, and then worry throughout the day, wondering if I'll have another nightmare." Your voice broke, and you bit down hard on your bottom lip, willing the tears in your eyes to remain hidden. You tightly gripped onto your blanket with both hands, your knuckles turning white as you shut your eyes. "I hate him."

You opened your eyes when you felt a hand resting itself against yours - your clenched fist relaxing at his touch - your eyes locked with Garfield's sympathetic gaze. "I'm sorry I- we didn't get to you sooner."

He, and the team, were the ones that saved you from Slade. He was the one to break you out of the chains that restrained you in his gorilla form, and he was the one to carry your unconscious self back to the Tower. He knew that it wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but feel that he could've done something to prevent Slade from taking you. He was there when it all happened. He was there, and he couldn’t do anything… He hated Slade. Hated him for taking you. First Terra, and then you… He’d kill him if he saw his face again… He could still remember the fear that filled him when he first heard that you had been taken. Determination, anger, and adrenaline fueled him; he didn’t stop until you were safe in his arms. He felt his chest tighten at the memory of it

Overall, every mention of Slade made his blood boil. Garfield liked you... Like really liked you. And the whole Slade kidnapping you thing made him realize that he cared about you a whole lot more than just a friend should.

Your eyes visibly softened at his statement, your own chest tightening before you gently shook your head, "None of this was anyone's fault, Gar," Your voice became low and somber, "It was all Slade's doing. He got the jump on me." Garfield nodded, though somewhat reluctantly as you spoke up again. "Gar," You paused, giving him a small smile as he met your eyes again, "Thanks, for getting me out of there. For saving me."

A smile slowly formed on Garfield's lips, reaching his eyes as a warm blush spread across his cheeks; he scratched the back of his head nervously, "You're welcome, Y/N."

~~~

Finally, you woke up from a night where nightmares didn't plague your mind. A night of just somewhat peaceful sleep that was occasionally interrupted with a bathroom break, and a midnight snack. You finally had enough sleep to feel actually refreshed and ready for the day.

Entering the main room of the Tower, you headed over to the kitchen. It was quiet, as it usually was at nearly seven in the morning. You couldn't count the number of times you had woken up hours before everyone else. It was actually nice - the quiet. You sighed heavily, staring at the fridge... What were you going to make today? You reached for the fridge's handle but pulled open the cupboard to grab a mug instead.

You poured yourself some coffee before you began to prepare breakfast for you and your friends; deciding on pancakes. You normally made breakfast for them when you woke up so early, and you usually made pancakes; sometimes french toast if you were craving it. The first time you made them all pancakes, you were pretty surprised to receive many compliments from each and every one of them; even from Raven.

It wasn't until you were actually flipping the last of the pancakes, that Garfield entered the room and interrupted your thoughts. "Dude! Are those pancakes!?"

You turned around, glancing over at the green Titan before turning back to the stove; flipping the pancake before it had time to burn. "Yep. And I made sure that I made a lot of extras." You gestured with your spatula to the large plate with about thirty pancakes stacked upon it. “And I made yours vegan. No eggs or milk.” You then gestured to another large pile of pancakes on a separate plate.

"Dude! This is the best day ever!" Garfield quickly sat down on one of the stools in front of the kitchen counter, unable to sit still, eagerly awaiting a taste of your amazing pancakes. Turning around, you slid a couple of fresh, steaming pancakes onto his plate, the corners of your lips turning up at the sight of his excited grin. You began cleaning up the counter as he scarfed the pancakes down - almost comically so - making you chuckle softly.

"So," You began, resting your elbow against the counter, your hand propping your head up; watching as he continued to devour the pancakes, drenching them in syrup. "How's your morning been?" You asked, making Garfield look up at you, pausing mid-chew to answer.

"Pretty good!" He answered with a mouthful of pancake, "Got plans with Cy to play this new game called 'Kangaroo Chaos' today." He swallowed, continuing, "What about you? What are you doing today?" He asked, and for a moment, you thought his green eyes were sparkling from excitement, awaiting your answer.

"I might go to the mall, maybe, but if not, I might just have to watch you and Cy play that game of yours." You shrugged a shoulder, moving to clean up the small mess you made while baking.

He fist-pumped the air, grinning widely, "Sweet! I hope you’ll root for me. I’m totally going to beat him this time."

A few hours later, Garfield sat on the couch with Cyborg, game controllers in hand; Garfield was doing his best to defeat him, but Cyborg was really good at the game. You sat beside the green Titan, reading one of your books, occasionally looking up from the pages to watch the game play out on the TV.

"Boo-yah!" Cyborg exclaimed as he fist-pumped the air, the TV screen flashing a giant 'Winner' over his character, Garfield visibly slouched, pouting at another loss.

As Cyborg did his little victory dance - as if he doesn't win every single round of every single game. You turned to Garfield, placing your book aside, a small smile tugging at your lips, "You did great." You told him kindly. “A lot better than what I could do.”

Garfield only shrugged as he turned to you, a smile plastered on his own face. "Thanks." He then nudged Cyborg in the side once he sat back down, “Rematch?” He asked, with a new-found determination.

“You’re on.” He answered with a grin.

Staring intently at the screen, he reselected his character as Cyborg chose his, and then the match began. You lowered your book, now pretty invested in the game, hoping that Garfield would win at least once. After a few minutes of waiting, however, it became clear that Garfield was having no such luck; he had fallen behind, his health critical, and Cyborg, on the other hand, seemed to have everything under control. Garfield looked defeated as Cyborg gave his character a final punch.

"Awe, man…" Garfield groaned as Cyborg jumped back up to dance, hearing him yell out a 'boo-yah.' "Hey! Cy, I want another rematch!" He exclaimed, and the man in question placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head. “I’ll beat you this time.”

"Again? You're gonna need some stroke of good luck if you wanna beat me again!" Cyborg stated smugly, causing Garfield to huff indignantly.

Crossing his arms, he mumbled to himself, "Good luck? How will I get good-" He trailed off, his words becoming incomprehensible before his eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up. Garfield's eyes sparkled mischievously as he turned towards you; a grin on his face. "Hey, Y/N, how about lending me some of that good luck of yours?" He asked, a playfulness in his tone, poking at his cheek with a finger, wiggling his eyebrows.

You looked up from your book, meeting his gaze with a look of surprise, becoming a bit nervous. His request caught you off guard, but you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your chest at his question. After a moment of contemplation, you spoke, "My good luck? I don't think I got much of that, Gar." You were the one that Slade was able to kidnap after all. What good luck did you have? 'But it wouldn't hurt to try, maybe he’d win,' the voice in the back of your brain replied, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions swirling within you.

You knew that he was probably just joking, just fooling around like he usually did, but it still managed to give you butterflies. And as you watched him become somewhat chest-fallen, his grin dropping, you made your decision. And so, without saying another word, you leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your lips. Garfield's eyes widened in surprise, his downhearted demeanor momentarily replaced by a look of astonishment. The room fell silent, as you pulled back to look at Garfield who was staring right at you with his big, green eyes; a bright red tint spreading across his cheeks. You smiled softly as you then reached up to gently shut his unhinged jaw before pulling away slightly, your own cheeks flushed.

The eye contact - the tension between you two - quickly dissipated as Cyborg loudly clapped his hands together, causing both of you to turn your heads to see him standing in front of you, his robotic arms crossing. "Ready for that rematch?" He smirked as you ducked your head back into your awaiting book, biting your bottom lip to hide your growing smile.

"Heck yeah!" Garfield cheered, the blush still evident on his cheeks, before grabbing his controller and starting up another match. And it wasn't long until he let out a triumphant yell, fist-pumping the air. "Yes! I won!" He cheered, jumping up from the couch with a bright smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at his victory as he continued to celebrate before he suddenly reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the couch and right into a bone-crushing victory hug. "We did it! We did it!" He chanted as you ignored the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment.

Robin leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, and a knowing grin on his face. Starfire floated softly beside him, her hands clasped together with a joyful smile on her own face as they both watched the moment between you and Beast Boy unfold before them. Slowly, Raven floated over to the both of them, pushing her dark blue cloak aside to reveal her awaiting palm.

"I won. Hand it over," She spoke, sounding a bit smug as Robin slapped a twenty-dollar bill in her hand, making her grin.

~~~

You found yourself in darkness, this empty abyss that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to move, but you felt as if you were glued to the ground, your hands and your feet were chained. You struggled, pulling and twisting your body in every direction to no avail. There was nothing you could do. Your heart rate sped up as you pulled at your chains, only for a burst of dark, malicious laughter to echo throughout the emptiness around you.

"Once again, I have got you within my grasp." Above you, a light flickered on, giving you some light, before one by one, light flooded the once abyss. You seemed to have found yourself in some sort of abandoned warehouse. And he stood - Slade - hand clasped behind his back, standing tall as he stared right at you. "How pathetic," He tilted his head to the side, "You're not as powerful as you think you are, child."

"I'm not a child," You growled, narrowing your eyes at the man, tugging on the chains holding your hands together.

Slade raised his hand, showing off a small controller, "You and your friends sure act like children." He remarked dryly, pressing a button on the controller, revealing you one singular cage; hanging, slightly swinging in the air. “Especially this one.”

Your eyes widened, seeing Garfield in the cage, he was trying to shapeshift, but it wasn't working, "No! Let him go!" You begged, thrashing violently, but Slade merely chuckled.

"No," He began, stalking closer to Garfield in his hanging cage, "I don't think I will."

You could hear your heartbeat racing and drumming loudly in your ears as you watched him approach Garfield. His movements were slow and calculated - as if he were stalking prey. You quickly shut your eyes, squeezing them shut, trying your hardest to activate your powers, but once more, you felt nothing but a dull ache in your body. You felt a rush of pain and hopelessness fill you as you heard Garfield's screams echoing throughout the empty building, followed by silence. No matter how much you cried, pleading with Slade to stop or to let him go, he just laughed and laughed, and laughed-

You jolted up in your bed, breathing heavily as your eyes darted around your bedroom frantically, scanning it for any signs of danger. Your hands shook as you raised them, feeling the familiar tingle of your powers coursing through you; you dropped them, letting out a deep breath through your mouth. You blinked the tears from your lashes, before brushing them off of your cheeks. You rubbed your cheeks, trying to calm yourself as you looked out your bedroom window - past the curtains - the sun wasn't even in the sky.��

Suddenly, your bedroom door opened, and you quickly went into defense mode. Your hands raised, but as quickly as they went into the air, they dropped into your lap once you saw who was at the door. Garfield stood, his hand pressed against the doorway; deja vu came over you in waves - along with tears. You tried to hold back the tears, but a sense of relief and sadness overwhelmed you all at once. You bit down on your bottom lip hard, copper burning your taste buds as you stared down at your lap; meanwhile, Garfield entered the room, your door sliding shut.

"Another nightmare?" He asked, his voice soft as he took a seat on the bed.

"Yeah," You muttered, clearing your throat, "Another nightmare." You repeated his words, looking up at him finally.

Garfield nodded, before - again - seeming slightly hesitant before speaking, "You screamed again… For me."

Your eyes widened, and you blinked twice, "I- I… Screamed for you?" You asked, and he nodded.

"Yeah," He rubbed the back of his neck. Your scream three nights ago had instantly woken him up, sending him running towards your room without hesitation - which didn't take long, since your room was right next to Raven's, which was beside his. How you didn't wake Raven up, he would never know. But tonight, when he heard you scream for him, the concern that he felt, the fear, the dread he felt... He ran faster than he ever thought possible. "What happened?" He then asked, his brows furrowed.

He sat in front of you as you stared at him, opening your mouth to respond, but closing it soon afterwards. You glanced down at your hands, wringing your fingers together anxiously, before you gave a shaky exhale, looking back up at him, "It was Slade again," You began, scoffing lightly, "Obviously because that's all my dreams consist of now… And I was having such a good day too…" You tried to make a joke of it, but Garfield simply stared at you, waiting patiently for you to continue. "He captured me, and... And you." You added quietly, looking away from him again, your fingers picking at the loose threads of the edge of the blanket, "And he hurt you." You swallowed thickly, tears stinging your eyes at the memories that flashed across your mind. "It felt so… So real..." You whispered, sniffling.

"I'm here," Garfield leaned forward, taking your free hand in his, "I'm right here." You closed your eyes briefly as you felt a gentle squeeze from Garfield's hand, allowing your emotions to overflow and wash over you. "It was just a nightmare. I know me saying that isn't going to make them disappear completely, but I want to be there for you whenever you need me - you don't have to do this alone. I promise you that." His voice was soft yet determined as you opened your eyes, gazing straight into his emerald eyes. "Whatever you need, Y/N, I'll be there for you."

His words made your heart flutter, as a small smile graced your features, causing Garfield's lips to curve upwards in response, causing you to giggle softly before wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your pajama shirt. "Whatever I need?" You asked and Garfield gave you a nod, still grinning. "Can I have a hug?" You asked, and Garfield immediately responded by opening his arms out wide for you.

"I'm always down for a good hug." He said happily, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you returned the embrace, resting your chin atop of his shoulder and shutting your eyes. You breathed in deeply, smelling the familiar scent of pine trees and earth, that just was so uniquely him. "Anything for you, Y/N," He mumbled, and you tightened your grip on him just a little; your face burning, your stomach erupted into butterflies; you felt so safe in his arms.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments until Garfield reluctantly released you from his embrace, and you both became very aware of how close your faces were to each other. You averted your gaze, feeling your face heat up even more, and you cleared your throat; remembering the good luck kiss you gave him hours ago. Garfield continued to gaze at you, his eyes softening as you bit your bottom lip. He rubbed his warm cheek with a hand, the same cheek that you had kissed, "So, you'd probably want to get back to bed." He then gestured to the door with a jab of his thumb, "I should get going."

At the sudden feeling of your hand grabbing his, Garfield paused mid-step, looking back over at you. You couldn't quite meet his gaze, instead choosing to stare at the wall, "Could you stay?" You asked, "Just tonight."

Garfield, though slightly taken aback, gave you a grin and a nod, "Of course! Sleepover!" He exclaimed before suddenly shifting into a large green lion. You blinked in surprise, before bursting into giggles as he leaped up onto your bed. “I’d be lion if I said I didn’t love sleepovers.”

"You're ridiculous, Gar." You sighed, watching as he stretched out, and let out a large yawn, before plopping down and rolling on his side - which was overall very adorable in your eyes, just an oversized, green kitten. You couldn't help but laugh a bit as you flopped onto your bed beside him, your head landing on one of your pillows.

He let out a small laugh, "You love me." He teased you, his lion tail swishing back and forth.

Your smile softened - forgetting about Slade and your nightmares completely. "Don't remind me," You playfully rolled your eyes, before yawning yourself. Lifting his large, green paw, you snuggled right into the fur of his chest, your smile widening when the fur tickled your nose. "Thank you, Gar," You muttered, before shutting your eyes. "Goodnight."

Garfield sighed in contentment, letting out one more yawn before nuzzling against the top of your head affectionately with his wet nose, "Goodnight, Y/N."

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