#starfire x black reader

[robinsb8ngs]

Starfire Finds Love Again

Reader is black and plus size

I haven’t read many comics with Starfire in them, so I’m going by the comic book knowledge I have right now

Rude comments will be blocked

Cw: Smut, mentions of a strap, oral and vaginal sex, mentions of homophobia, no mention of y/n

After Kori breaks up with Dick (again), she decides to try online dating. While she was on Hinge, she matched with a woman named Jazmine, who worked for The Daily Planet. Jazmine reserved the back of the restaurant for her and Kori because she did not want to be hounded by the paparazzi. They decided to meet at a restaurant near The Daily Planet, and Koriand’r was mesmerized by her beauty. She was dark skin, had 4c hair that was put into two low afro puffs, and a green tube top with a brown skirt. Kori wore a pink crop top and some blue shorts, and felt that she was underdressed for the date. “You look good,” Jazmine said. Kori replied, “You’re beautiful.”

They ordered their food and started talking about life. Jazmine mentioned she got a raise last week, and Kori congratulated her. “So, how long have you been a superhero? I’ve been a hero since I landed on this planet. How long have you worked at The Daily Planet? I have been there for five years.” Kori ordered key lime pie, and Jazmine ordered the carrot cake. As they ate their desserts, Jazmine asked “When did you realize you were into women?” Kori responded,”I had crushes on several girls on Tamaran, but I could not date them since my sister sold me into slavery.” Jazmine looked at her like she had seen a ghost. “Your sister sold you into slavery because she was mad you liked girls. No, Jazmine, she just wanted the power of the throne, and she needed to get rid of me to get it.” “I’m so sorry, Starfire. You didn’t deserve that,” Jazmine said. “Thank you, Jazmine, but I don’t want to talk about my past anymore. Do you prefer the nickname Jaz or Jazzy. Both nicknames are cool. We should talk about you and when you found out you liked girls.” Jazmine smiled and said,” I kissed my friend Sasha in my room when we were in 6th grade. Our parents accepted us, and we were so shocked.

Turns out Sasha’s grandma was closeted for a while, but she got to be with her childhood friend before she passed away. Some people in our families were bigoted towards us, but we paid them no mind.” Starfire was bewildered over the part about the relatives who were bigoted toward them. “Why would they say such hurtful things to their own flesh and blood over who they loved?” Jazmine called the waiter over to take her carrot cake to go, and Kori said, “We can go back to my apartment and watch some movies, if you want. “I have to get my bonnet, nightgown, and hair supplies if I’m gonna stay the night, Kori. Kori answered,”Well I can fly you back to your place if you want.” Jaz said yes, and Kori flew her to her apartment. She put all her stuff in a bag, and Kori flew her to Star’s place.

Kori had a bunch of movies in a book shelf. Her apartment looked like a small house. Jazmine immediately undressed and was headed toward the shower, when Starfire grabbed her waist. “Would you like to do anything else before you take a shower.” Kori asked. “Yes, I would.” Jazmine smiled at Kori before Kori pulled her in for a kiss. One kiss turned into two kisses, which then turned into a full make out session. Kori undressed herself, and then she told Jaz, “Close your eyes, because I have a surprise for you.” Jaz closed her eyes and waited for Star. When Starfire said, “Open your eyes,” Jazmine was shocked to see a purple strap in Kori’s hands.

Kori adjusted the strap to her hips and told Jazmine, “Get on your knees.” Jazmine obeyed her, and instantly started to suck on the tip of the strap. Kori put her hand behind Jazmine’s head and began pushing her head forward. “Good girl.” Kori continued to praise her. “You’re doing such a good job for me.” After a while, Kori wanted to give Jazmine head. Once Jazzy was on the bed, and Starfire started to suck on her clit. “You taste so good. Thank you.” Jaz said while moaning. Jazzy’s moaning evanescence louder and louder because of Kori’s tongue going up and down her clit. “I’m gonna cum!” In seconds, a white liquid starts to ooze out of Jazz’s pussy. Kori sticks two fingers in her clit and brings them to Jasmine’s mouth for her to suck on. Jazmine takes of the strap, and starts to suck on Kori’s clit, and used her two fingers to fuck her pussy. Kori was in pleasure heaven, and she didn’t care if the neighbors heard her moan like this. Jazmine took the strap and lined it up to Kori’s entrance, and then started to fuck Kori’s pussy slowly. “You like it like that? Yes!” Jazmine started going faster, and his pleased Kori even more. “You’re doing so well for me, princess.” Jazmine looked down to see a small smile had formed on Kori’s mouth when she said that. “I think I’m gonna cum! Then cum for me, princess.” Soon after that, a bunch of white liquid started to flow from Kori’s pussy. With the both of them being exhausted, they cuddled together in bed and went to sleep. Jazmine’s shower would have to wait.

That’s the end of my fanfic

How did you like it

I want Koriand’r to date a woman so bad in the comics, because she’d be the perfect girlfriend

Tell me the weak points in the comments

[robinvomit]

†  peace : various.

♦ request: nope; just a peaceful bath time. ♦ a/n: i wrote this 4(?) days ago.. some of you have never seen me write some of these characters lol enjoy. i'm going to die now.

the bathroom is warm, filled with the faint scent of soap and steam curling against the mirrors. the water sways gently around you, rippling every time your partner shifts, their presence a solid, grounding warmth against you. there is no urgency here - no mission, no city to save, no weight of the world pressing down on their shoulders. just this. just the quiet. just the two of you.

↺ dick grayson is behind you, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, his fingers tracing idle circles against your skin. every so often, he presses his lips to the curve of your shoulder, slow, lingering kisses that melt into a quiet hum of contentment. his voice is low, soothing as he murmurs, "this is nice… should've done this sooner." he means it. he never slows down, never stops moving, but right now? right now, he's exactly where he wants to be.

↺ jason todd insists on washing your hair, gathering the strands carefully between his fingers, massaging shampoo into your scalp with the kind of gentleness that makes your throat tighten. he doesn't talk much, just lets the sound of the water fill the silence as his touch speaks for him. every once in a while, you catch him staring, not in any teasing way, not even with his usual smug smirk but with something softer. something unguarded. and when he notices you noticing, he just exhales a quiet chuckle, pressing a kiss to your damp hair.

↺ tim drake sits across from you, knees knocking against yours under the water, half-lidded eyes softened by the warm steam. his exhaustion always settles into him like an old friend, but here, with you, it's different. he's not drowning in it, not letting it pull him under. he's just here. relaxing. letting himself be taken care of. and when you reach for him, tracing your fingers along his wrist before threading them through his own, he exhales slowly, lips quirking up at the corners. "i think i could fall asleep like this," he mutters, voice drowsy. and maybe, just this once, he actually will.

↺ damian wayne is focused. too focused. he takes bathing like he takes everything else - with a sense of duty. the water is warm, the atmosphere soft, but he is determined to make sure you're taken care of, gently smoothing warm water over your shoulders, fingertips methodically tracing over your skin like he's memorizing every inch. he isn't much for idle affection, but here, in this quiet space, he lets his touch speak. every careful motion, every second spent focused on you, is its own silent love letter.

↺ duke thomas is the first to flick water at you. it's inevitable. the two of you can sit in peace for a while, backs resting against the tub, the weight of the day dissolving into the warmth - but then he grins. and you know. you barely have a second to react before his hand moves, sending a small splash in your direction. the look on his face is downright mischievous. and when you retaliate? oh, now it's war. but eventually, when he's done laughing and you're both comfortably tangled together, he leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a quiet, "you always make everything better, y'know that?"

↺ stephanie brown is the exact opposite of graceful. she's constantly moving, stretching her legs out, shifting in ways that send ripples of water everywhere, and at least twice, she nearly slips. "i am so bad at this," she says through laughter, leaning back against you, eyes fluttering shut. and yet, even with all the chaos, she makes it perfect. she laughs against your shoulder, tilts her head up to nuzzle into your neck, lets herself fully, completely relax. because she doesn't have to be anything but herself here, with you.

↺ cassandra cain is quiet. not because she doesn't have anything to say, but because she doesn't need to say anything at all. she watches the way the water glides over your skin, traces her fingers along your collarbone, gently cups your face before tucking her nose against your cheek. it's not just a bath - it's an entire language. the press of her lips against your temple says, "you are safe." the way she pulls you just a little closer says, "you are loved."

↺ bruce is not good at this. not at first. he's used to routine, used to efficiency, used to treating everything like a mission - including self-care. but the moment you pull him into the warmth, press your forehead against his shoulder, breathe out the exhaustion that neither of you ever admit to out loud - he exhales too. and that? that's rare. his hands are careful, methodical as they move, smoothing warm water over your skin, his touch slow, deliberate, like he's grounding himself in you. he doesn't speak much - not because he doesn't want to, but because this is how he loves. the way his arms circle around you, the way his fingers gently knead at the tension in your shoulders, the way he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, lingering. you are safe. he is here. and for once, he allows himself to stay.

↺ clark melts into you. he's all solid warmth, all steady presence, all soft smiles and gentle hands. he lets you lean against his chest, lets his arms wrap fully around you like a living shield, like nothing in the world could ever reach you in this space. he's humming something low and soft - a habit, a comfort, the sound vibrating against your back as he lets his fingers drag lazily through the water. "this feels like a dream," he murmurs, pressing his cheek against your damp hair. "hope i don't wake up." and the way he says it - so full of wonder, so full of love - makes your heart ache in the best way possible.

↺ selina makes everything luxurious. the bath is perfectly drawn - scents of lavender and jasmine, bubbles rising like silk, the absolute epitome of indulgence. and she - she is even more breathtaking. she leans against the edge, hair twisted into a loose knot, eyes half-lidded as she watches you with a knowing smirk. "relax, kitten," she murmurs, pulling you closer, draping herself over you like the goddess she is. her fingers trace slow, teasing patterns over your skin, nails barely skimming along your arms, up your neck. she thrives on the way you react to her, on the way you soften under her touch, on the way she gets to take care of you, for once. and when she leans in, nipping lightly at your earlobe before whispering, "took you long enough to join me," you know that no matter how long you stay, it will never feel like enough.

↺ roy doesn't even try to act cool. he's a mess - all limbs, all easy laughter, all genuine, overwhelming love wrapped up in a man who doesn't always know what to do with it. you're barely settled in before he's already cracking jokes, making fun of himself, poking at the bubbles like a kid. but then - then, when he finally calms down, when the warmth starts sinking into his bones, when he lets out a long, slow breath - he just leans back against you. fully, completely, trustingly. "man," he mutters, voice barely above a sigh, "i think this is the first time i've stopped moving all week." and then, after a beat, softer, more real-"you always know how to make things better, don't you?"

↺ barry moves constantly. even now, even with the water enveloping both of you in its warmth, his fingers drum absentmindedly against your arm, his foot taps against yours, his body always humming with barely-contained energy. it takes effort to get him to relax, to get him to stop thinking about the next thing he has to do, but the moment you slide your hands up his arms, press your forehead against his, and just breathe - he melts. his shoulders drop, his heartbeat slows just enough to match yours, and suddenly, he's still. "you're too good for me," he murmurs, a little awed, a little breathless. and when he finally stops moving, when he just holds you there, arms wrapped around you, body warm against yours, you know you wouldn't change him for anything.

↺ oliver sighs as he sinks into the water, the tension in his muscles easing with every second. he's always carrying something - the weight of his city, of his choices, of his past. but here, with you, in this moment? it doesn't feel as heavy. you're sitting across from him, your legs stretched out over his, his calloused hands slowly kneading at your calves, absentmindedly tracing patterns against your skin. "damn," he mutters, voice dropping into something rough, something unguarded. "didn't realize how much i needed this." and when he pulls you closer, resting his chin against the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair, you know he doesn't just mean the bath.

↺ dinah leans back, eyes half-lidded, a lazy smirk curling at her lips as she stretches out in the tub. "now this," she murmurs, "is what i'm talking about." she's effortlessly beautiful, draped in warm water and soft bubbles, the golden glow of candlelight catching in her hair. you roll your eyes at the dramatic display, but when she reaches for your hand, lacing your fingers together and pulling you toward her, all the teasing dies on your tongue. dinah is bold, fearless, sharp-tongued and quick-witted - but here, with you, she is something else. she is soft. present. yours. she presses her lips against your knuckles, a lingering kiss, a quiet, unspoken promise. "we should do this more often," she says, voice quieter now, and the way she looks at you? you already know she means it.

↺ kori treats everything like it is a wonder. even this. especially this. she hums as she sinks into the water, letting the warmth of it curl around her skin, her bright, glowing eyes fixed on you like you are the sun she revolves around. "we do not have moments like this enough," she says, her voice light, melodic, filled with genuine affection. she reaches for you, pulling you effortlessly into her lap, wrapping her arms around you like it is the most natural thing in the world. "your presence brings me peace." she presses a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, her hands rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back. "please, let us stay here a little longer." and with her warmth, her love, her endless light surrounding you, how could you ever say no?

↺ barbara is fully, completely, shamelessly comfortable. she has her hair pinned up lazily, a book balanced on the edge of the tub, one arm draped over the side, completely at ease in the water. you watch her for a long moment, the way the tension in her body slowly unwinds, the way her shoulders relax in a way they rarely do. "you're staring," she remarks without even looking up from her book, lips twitching slightly. you don't deny it. instead, you move closer, pressing a soft kiss against her exposed shoulder. "mm, that's nice," she hums, finally setting the book aside in favor of turning to face you. "but if you're going to be that sweet, you better come over here so i can kiss you properly." and when she pulls you into her arms, pressing warm, slow kisses to your cheek, your temple, your lips - you realize she's right. this is exactly where you should be.

↺ diana worships you. not in a loud, boastful way - but in the quiet reverence of her touch, in the way she treats every moment with you like it is sacred. she moves carefully, her hands gentle as they smooth warm water over your shoulders, as they trace slow, deliberate patterns against your skin. "the world outside of this place is loud," she murmurs, "but here, with you, i find peace." her voice is steady, calm, like the ocean before a storm. she cups your face in her hands, tilting it toward hers, her lips brushing against your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw - like she is memorizing you, like she is grounding herself in the warmth of your presence. "may we stay like this?" she asks, though you already know the answer. because with her, time is not measured in minutes, but in moments. and this? this is eternity.

[supertrxshwrites]

Cowboy sheriff AU

Jason Todd & The Outlaws

* Jason is sheriff and everyone loves him but the reader.

* Reader thinks he’s a sloppy, careless, drunk who only flashes the badge to get what he wants

*he frequents the saloon the reader bartends at and the second they see that red bandana stumble through the swinging doors they know their night is going to get worse

* he always winds up the crowd which always ends in a bar fight which he conveniently leaves before it gets really bad

* his little posse also irks the reader A LOT

*roy is Sheriff Todd’s right hand man and deputy which meant he also had a badge of sorts

* and the woman her name was Kori she didn’t talk much but every once in a while the reader would catch her tussling with some drunk that made a remark. Breaking a table, putting a hole through the wall or causing any other damage in the process

* Anytime a real crime or disturbance was happening the sheriff would take care of it, but in his own special way

* it rubs the reader the wrong way

*every once in a while they run into each other in town. Whether they are leaving the bank or locking up the saloon and he makes a point to say something just to get under their skin

��howdy, nice day we’re havin’”. He says with a mischievous grin as he follows the reader walking side by side at they carry some groceries

“ oh god not today..” they breathe out picking up their pace

“Woah woah woah now hold yer horses I’m not here to give you any trouble sweetheart” he says standing in front of the reader with a shit eating grin plastered on his face

“ what do you want.” They say flatly

Jason taps the small metal badge

They sigh with an eye roll.

“What do you want, Sheriff”

“You roll em any harder, doll they’ll fall right out” he says with a smirk

“Cmere lemme help you with that” he says taking the bag helping you carry it home. Yeah the sheriff could be an immature asshole but he could also be a gentleman

* when the reader isn’t working at the saloon they make food for the men that work in the mines all day.

*sheriff and his cronies take advantage of that and try to get free food

( I’m prolly gonna add more but if anyone has any other HC’s for Cowboy!Jason feel free to comment or inbox mee)

[punkeropercyjackson]

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?

[latenightreadingpdf]

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]

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

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

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[princesssmars]

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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hello i need more starmora x reader content at once pretty pleaseeee

[bbraefairy]

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[vampiric-child]

Hello everyone and welcome to my castle <3 A bit about me before I get into everything is that I am Genderfluid, I use he/him & she/her but this will be subject to change so just keep that in mind please^^ I am 21 and so I will be posting things for a more mature audience, so I will not be following more interacting with any minors at allHere in this blog, I would like to post all fan content made by me and this will include things such as: - Edits (both photos and videos) - Fanfic (if I ever get confident enough in my writing) - Thoughts about whoever - Discussions And just whatever else is on my mind Fandoms that I am a part of: -Love and Deepspace - Pokemon - Overwatch -DC -Arcane -Transformers That's all for this post, Please have a wonderful day<3 *This post may be remade or updated in the future*

[bananasplit133]

BETROTHED?!?

Invincible | Mark Grayson x Tamaranean(Starfire)!Reader

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(this is kinda rushed, sorry if some things dont match with Tamaranean culture.. i havent watched TT in FOREVER)

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Mark had seen a lot of weird things since becoming Invincible. But nothing—nothing—compared to stepping foot on your home planet.

Tamaranean architecture stretched high into the sky, golden spires glowing against the twin suns. The air buzzed with energy, vibrant and warm, as ships zipped past. But what really threw him off was the people.

They didn’t just fly. They soared. They moved through the sky like it was second nature, spinning and twirling mid-air like it was a casual stroll. Bright laughter filled the air as children zipped past, their hands glowing with neon fire.

Mark swallowed. “Uh. You didn’t tell me everyone here was like you.”

You grinned. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. I just… I thought you were special.”

You nudged his arm playfully. “I am special.”

Before he could respond, a voice boomed across the palace courtyard.

“You return at last, sister.”

Mark barely had time to react before a tall, striking woman dropped from the sky with all the elegance of a hawk locking onto prey. Her black hair spilled down her back, and her armor gleamed in the sunlight.

His stomach twisted. Oh. This was your sister.

“Komand’r,” you greeted stiffly.

Her glowing eyes flicked to Mark, sharp and calculating. “And who is this? Another Earthling?”

Mark bristled. “Another?”

Your sister smirked. “I assumed my dear sibling would have learned her lesson after the last one.”

Oh. That stung.

Mark shot you a look, but you were glaring at your sister. The tension between you two was thick enough to cut with a blade.

“I see your attitude remains as unbearable as ever,” you muttered.

“And I see your taste in men remains questionable.”

Mark scoffed. “You got something to say?”

Komand’r leaned in, smirking. “Only that you are… soft.”

Mark’s eye twitched. Soft? The last time someone called him soft, he ended up half-dead in space.

You groaned. “Komand’r, please, let’s not do this—”

A loud, wet squelching noise cut through the tension.

Mark turned—only to see a massive, green, multi-eyed blob squirming forward, its trunk-like appendages wiggling with purpose. Its body jiggled slightly as it stopped before you, making a series of deep, guttural gurgles.

Mark stared. Horrified.

“…What the hell is that?”

Your face paled. “Oh. Right. That.”

The blob let out another series of noises, its trunks wiggling in what Mark somehow understood as… pride?

Komand’r smirked. “Did she not tell you? She is to be wed. It is the only way to protect our people.”

Mark turned to you, eyes wide with betrayal. “You’re engaged?!”

“I—it’s complicated!” you said quickly. “I didn’t agree to this!”

The blob burbled.

Mark’s eye twitched. “What do you mean you ‘thought I knew’?? I don’t even know what you are!”

It gurgled again.

Mark recoiled. “EXCUSE ME?!”

Komand’r chuckled. “He says he is deeply honored to take you as his mate.”

Mark gagged. Audibly.

The blob let out a low, vibrating sound that Mark somehow understood as laughter.

His stomach flipped. “Oh, HELL no.”

Komand’r smirked. “You would rather risk war?”

Mark clenched his fists. “Over my dead body is she marrying—” he gestured wildly at the blob “—THAT.”

The blob let out a long, warbling moan.

Mark’s jaw dropped. “I did NOT just insult your lineage! What lineage?! You’re a blob!”

The blob squished aggressively in response.

Mark pointed. “SEE?! THAT'S NOT NORMAL.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Mark, please—”

“NO. NO ‘MARK, PLEASE.’” He turned to you, looking betrayed. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

You groaned. “Because I didn’t think it mattered! I never agreed to it!”

Komand’r raised a brow. “You would rather defy our customs?”

Mark snapped.

“She’s not marrying that thing.”

The blob let out a wet, vibrating honk.

Mark whipped around. “Oh, YOU wanna fight me now?!”

More squelching.

Mark’s eye twitched. “Did—did you just call me a ‘puny, hairless primate’??”

The blob wobbled menacingly.

Mark didn't answer.

He just punched it through a wall.

Gasps echoed across the courtyard. Komand’r burst out laughing.

“Oh,” she purred. “I like him.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “By X’hal, this is going to be a long day…”

[mintyys-blog]

Hellooo! Can I just say that I am in love with your writing? Your work is literally perfection 💕

On that note, could I request Viltrumite!Mark x reader, but reader either being taken back to Viltrum by Mark, or kinda being raised on Viltrum but still rebelling??

So either Viltrumite!Mark goes to earth, falls in love with reader, reader is super strong so he takes them back and they become his “pet” (and maybe they’re so strong/useful that the Viltrumite’s can’t just kill them) But they rebel by having fun, making a radio listening to music, painting, just still trying to enjoy human things. But Mark and the other Viltrumite’s are just confused af

Or reader is taken by a Viltrumite as a child/baby because they’re OP af (Nolan situation, but the Viltrumite adopts their partner’s previous kid). Is kinda raised on Viltrum, still has that human attitude and still rebels in the same way. Is expressive, listens to music, dances, sings, cooks, etc. But now the Viltrumite’s watches as a human turns one of their warriors into a loving parent. Same premise, Mark falls in love with reader, reader still finds ways to enjoy life, confusing Mark, etc.

(Idk what power they would have, maybe something like Yuki Tsukomo’s cursed technique, because she’s OP and I love her. Or maybe reader has like Kryptonian/Starfire abilities?? Idk, you can pick whatever you want. And if this is too weird or confusing then feel free to ignore this. Have a nice day ❤️❤️)

REBEL | viltrumite! mark grayson x reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: kidnapping

Mark found you on Earth. Not cowering. Not running. Standing.

You were radiant—glowing with a heat that cracked the asphalt beneath your feet. Your energy flared like a second sun, brilliant and unpredictable. You didn’t need to throw a punch. The force that wrapped around your body like a second skin pulsed with every emotion. A living aura that bent reality around you, the result of a rare cursed technique shaped by willpower alone—like the universe answering your emotions with violent truth.

And when he tried to take you down?

You smiled. He knew then that he wouldn’t kill you. Couldn’t. And so he took you.

⸻

Viltrum was… sterile. Cold. Brutal. A world forged in discipline and blood. And yet, in the middle of it all, you glowed. Literally. Your power made your skin shimmer like starlight, your eyes ever-burning with that same dangerous emotion they couldn’t understand.

Mark brought you to Viltrum thinking he could break you in quietly. He didn’t call you a prisoner, but the word lingered unspoken. The Council debated your existence in private chambers, wondering if you were a threat or an opportunity. You didn’t care. You were too busy making noise.

Your quarters—technically a suite for a high-ranking soldier—became your sanctuary.

You painted the metal walls with glowing sigils, strokes of cursed energy infused in each color, humming songs from Earth as you worked. You carved a primitive speaker system into the walls, rigged it to play music from memory and vibrations stored in Viltrumite data drives. You danced barefoot through the corridors, trailing light, your hair lit with energy like a comet’s tail.

Mark found you spinning in the center of your room one day, music thrumming against the walls. Your mural stretched across the metal—planets with faces, stars bleeding laughter, and a massive figure in a blue and black suit painted into the sky, a gentle expression on his face. Him.

He stared at it for too long.

“What the hell are you doing?” he muttered.

You glanced over your shoulder, then smiled. “Reclaiming this place.”

His jaw clenched. “This isn’t Earth. You can’t just play pretend here. These people—my people—will tear you apart if they think you’re a threat or a joke.”

“I’m not pretending,” you replied, dipping a brush into light and slapping it across the wall like rebellion. “This is me. I’m not a soldier. I’m not a pet. I’m not some nameless asset in your crusade.”

“Then what are you?” he snapped, stepping closer, expression unreadable.

You turned, meeting his eyes, all the chaotic power in you burning beneath your skin. “I’m human. And that’s everything you’ve forgotten.”

⸻

Word spread fast. Viltrumites avoided your wing of the palace, unnerved by the strange energy in the walls. Some accused you of sorcery. Others whispered that your power could twist minds. You laughed. You built wind chimes from scrap metal and taught soldiers how to play poker. You cursed a general’s boots to squeak for three straight days.

The Council confronted Mark. “She’s mocking our world. Undermining control.”

“She’s not a threat,” Mark replied. “She’s just… different.”

“She’s undisciplined. She does not obey. That makes her dangerous.”

Mark didn’t have a response for that.

Because deep down, they were right. You were dangerous.

But not in the way they feared.

⸻

One night, Mark stood outside your door, staring at the soft music echoing through the hall. Something acoustic. A slow beat. A human song with lyrics he didn’t understand. When he stepped inside, he found you sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, surrounded by sketches and paint-stained cloth. You looked up at him like you’d been expecting him.

“You okay, soldier boy?” you teased.

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes scanned the room—your art, your light, your presence. Something in him clenched.

“You’ve changed this place,” he said quietly. “Changed me.”

“Is that so bad?”

“I don’t know yet.”

You stood, approaching him slowly. You tilted your head, and the starlight in your veins pulsed faintly, echoing your emotions. “You were born here, but you don’t belong here either, Mark.”

He didn’t stop you when you reached for him. Didn’t stop you when your fingers brushed his face, trailing warmth where nothing but blood and war had touched him before.

“You brought me here to break me,” you whispered, leaning closer. “But all I’ve done is show you what it means to be alive.”

Mark didn’t kiss you. Not yet. But he didn’t walk away either. He stood there in the low glow of your self-made sanctuary, surrounded by your colors, your music, your warmth. And something inside him—it stirred. Twisted. Something he didn’t want to name.

The next day, you were gone. Not missing. Not dead. Just… relocated.

They stripped your room bare. Took the paint, the music, even the rugs you’d made from recycled cloth. The walls were scrubbed clean, your mural painted over in stark gray. You woke in a sterile chamber deep below the palace, guarded by soldiers who flinched every time your power flickered.

Mark didn’t show up. Not for days.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t break down. You waited. And when they brought your meals, you thanked them. When they tried to interrogate you, you smiled and asked if they’d ever seen stars up close. When they accused you of sorcery, of manipulation, of corrupting their precious heir, you laughed and said they didn’t know what corruption was. Not really.

Mark finally came to see you when the Council threatened to execute you.

“She’s too unpredictable,” they told him. “She’s not a soldier. She’s not one of us. Either she bends to our order… or she breaks.” He stood in your chamber like he didn’t recognize you, arms crossed, jaw clenched. “You could’ve made this easier.”

“I wasn’t trying to make it easy,” you said calmly. “I was trying to make it real.”

“I warned you.”

“You did. But you also knew I wouldn’t stop.”

He exhaled slowly. “They’re going to kill you.” You stood, the light beneath your skin flickering. “Then let them try.”

He moved before he could stop himself, hand grabbing your wrist, grip firm—but not cruel. “Don’t.” You met his eyes. “Then do something.”

That night, you weren’t returned to your old quarters—but you were moved. Not quite free, not quite caged. The room was quiet, untouched, and large enough to pace. Mark posted guards outside, ones that reported to him. He didn’t say what he told the Council, but whatever it was—it worked.

For now. But you were still a fire. One they didn’t know how to contain. You rebuilt your radio. Pieced together wires with nothing but touch and memory. You played songs that echoed down the halls. You painted on stolen scraps of metal and used energy to etch patterns into the floor. You whispered stories to the guards who didn’t speak to you. You hummed lullabies that made them shift uncomfortably.

Mark kept coming back. He never said why. Sometimes he brought questions. Sometimes he just sat in silence, arms resting on his knees as you sang or told him about things that no longer existed on Earth. Things he never cared about until now.

“Why do you care about all this?” he asked once, watching you sketch a bird mid-flight. “It’s meaningless.”

“It’s everything,” you said softly. “It’s freedom. Emotion. Beauty. It’s the reason not to burn everything to the ground.” He didn’t respond.

But the next day, he brought you a paintbrush. One you hadn’t asked for. You took it without a word, fingers brushing his as you did. He didn’t move away.

One of the guards eventually reported that your energy output was growing—steadily, but without aggression. The Council demanded another evaluation. This time, they watched from behind thick glass as you levitated mid-air, body pulsing with raw, radiant energy, yet never attacking. Instead, you painted stars in the air, one by one, until the room shimmered with constellations.

“She could destroy us,” one whispered.

“But she hasn’t,” Mark said.

“And if she does?”

“She won’t,” he answered, voice low. “Not unless we give her a reason.”

You saw him watching you through the glass. His expression unreadable.

You floated down slowly and stared straight back at him. Then, without fear, you drew a simple shape in the air with your fingers. A heart. He couldn’t stop the twitch of his lips— a small smile coming on his face.

[kookieskookiejar]

A Nightwing x Starfire (reader) AU

Synopsis:

Jungkook said goodbye to you years ago when the two of you were just on the cusp of adulthood, he swore he'd never love again if it wasn't you, but fate gives him another chance when you return to earth, he just didn't imagine that it'd feel like there's galaxies between the both of you despite being right next to you.

Warnings under the cut!

Warnings: extreme levels of down badism, brief pining, fluff, smut, unprotected sxx, manhandling. Jungkook calls reader the nickname, Star multiple times.

Jungkook feels alive as he speeds down the streets of Gotham at nearly midnight on his bike, the wind blowing past his face is an exhilaration to him, still within the speed limit, for now, while there's yet to have any crime that he needs to tackle.

Gotham is quiet at this time, crime rate has been driving people away from staying out in the streets after 10pm, sometimes people would choose to linger at busier streets where police are deployed to keep crime at bay, unfortunately for Jungkook, that means he needs to pick up the slack, there never seem to be enough troops, the number of officers decreasing by the year as crimes rates increase, no one wants to risk their life, Jungkook understands, that's what the bat family and the titans are for, as long as his families stand, then Gotham would never end up in the clutches of injustice.

Suddenly, Jungkook picks up a scream at his 9 o'clock, immediately revving his bike to go faster, his head scanning left right and up down to look for the source of the distress.

When he finally locates suspicious sounds coming from an alleyway after several turns, he sees a faint neon green glow ascending into the sky.

Jungkook gets off his bike to inspect the opening of the alleyway, a woman leaves the dark alley with a huff, swinging her handbag back onto her shoulder. Jungkook waits till she leaves before he goes into the alleyway.

A man in a full black attire comes into view, tied up with his own jacket, cursing something about some glow stick bitch.

“Who tied you up?” Jungkook asks while texting Commissioner Gordon with his burner phone to send someone over.

“Some bitch with green powers,” the man says with a huff, having given up escaping at this point, putting up a fight with Nightwing would be suicidal.

“You're sure? Red hair?”

“Didn't see, too dark,” he mutters, squirming in his spot.

“Sit tight, someone's coming to get you,” Jungkook says before pocketing his phone.

Jungkook takes his leave, climbing back onto his bike to wait for the police car.

While he waits, his personal phone rings, he has received a notification, he notes, retrieving his phone, he swipes it open to reveal a text from Barbara.

‘Wanna come over after your patrol?’

‘Can't, got a project I need to finish up tonight after the patrol, next time.’

Jungkook then pockets his phone and focuses back on what the guy said, green powers, and from what he had seen, a figure that flies with a green glow that's all too familiar, if his assumptions are correct, that means you're back on earth.

Does Jungkook actually have a project to finish up? No he doesn't, but did he lie to Barbara in order to get to the bottom of your likely appearance? Yes.

But to Jungkook’s defense, he and Barbara are a strictly no strings attached kind of situation, even though Barbara has always dropped hints about being keen on the idea of taking what they currently have going on to the next level, Jungkook just can't.

It's an open secret at this point, why he's not open to a relationship, and it's also the same reason why he's now taking off to the titans’ tower after the arrival of a police car.

Jungkook immediately dashed into the tech room where he keeps track of all the latest news and happenings within Gotham and other neighbouring cities, including the atmosphere, but before he could check if there was any unusual activity other than Superman's daily fly out for the sun's direct rays, the monitors that show the tower’s live security footage picks up something out of the ordinary, Jungkook clicks onto the panel to enlarge the footage, and immediately he recognises the lock of unnaturally bright red hair flowing in tune with the breeze, the helipad area has always been the windiest.

Jungkook runs out of the tech room and takes the fire escape to the helipad, foregoing the lift. When he finally reached the top, he takes a deep breath to calm himself before he pushes the heavy metal door open.

Jungkook’s eyes lock onto your figure, calmly sitting by the edge of the building with your legs dangling over the air before you caught the sound of the door opening, your head whipping back, your eyes wide as you recognise the person standing behind you, so different yet you still recognise the energy that radiates off of Jungkook.

“Didn't know you still lived here,” you say before patting the spot next to you, “join me.”

Jungkook silently walks to you, taking a seat next to you, as close to you as possible before he scans your face, you've grown into your features so beautifully from when he had last seen you when you were both teenagers, a little bit more mature, more woman, for a lack of better wording, not that Jungkook could think up of anything right now other than that he's glad that you're back.

“You came back,” Jungkook says, still in disbelief, he thinks he's dreaming and fears that he might wake up at any moment.

“Yeah, the whole ruling over the planet thing isn't really my thing,” you say with a shrug.

“How did you convince your aunt and uncle to let you go?” Jungkook asks before he realised that he still has his mask on, yanking it off his head and pocketing it quickly, he even catches a ghost of a smile on your lips before you school your face back to a neutral expression.

‘Why are you being so distant towards him?’ Jungkook wonders to himself.

“My other cousin offered to take over the throne through a battle that I lost intentionally,” you explain, the throne would've been yours ages ago if your sister hadn't framed you for killing your own parents, but he knows you never wanted to rule the planet.

“How long have you been back?” Jungkook asks, you don't look like you just got back, you have regular clothes on, why didn't you look for him first thing you got back?

“Almost a week, crashed at Raven’s place,” you say offhandedly, as if you didn't send Jungkook’s mind spiralling, the most forefront question in his mind on repeat right now questioning if what the two of you had was merely a fever dream.

“I'm glad you're back, I really am, the team isn't the same without you,” Jungkook says, but he feels like he's got a mouthful of sand weighing his words down.

“I thought you're more of a solo act now, Raven’s told me all about your promotion, Nightwing,” you tease, your first smile of the night, Jungkook notes, at least you're genuinely happy for him.

“Yeah, Bruce had me promoted because he wants to spend more time with Selina,” Jungkook jokes, laughing at his own joke, but when he realises what position he's in right now, he sombers up, suddenly things aren't so funny anymore, if Bruce could get his happy ending, then could he get his?

“They seem like a happy couple, can't wait for the wedding,” you say while nodding your head, as if you're very certain that the two would end up being wedded.

“I sure hope they do end up together forever, the last thing I'd want is for Bruce to be in a pissy mood all the time,” Jungkook says with a sigh, knowing Bruce's temper, “speaking of forever, will you ever return back to Tamaran, or are you staying on earth permanently?” Jungkook asks, he couldn't help it, he has to know if he has a chance with you.

“It depends, I'll stay on earth if I'm given a reason to,” you say with a quick glance to Jungkook before you quickly change the topic, “how about we get back to your patrol? I'm sure you stopped halfway because you saw a glimpse of me during it, I'll join you, it's been so long since we last did this,” you say before getting up and walking back to the fire escape.

Jungkook follows you wordlessly like a lovesick puppy, he can't help it, he finally feels like he has something to look forward to other than catching crooks and passing tests.

When he follows you down the stairs, he sees your fit more closely under the help of the fluorescent lights, and Jungkook curses internally when he catches sight of your bubble butt in no other than the iconic juicy couture tight sweats that have a bejewelled juicy stamped across your cheeks, the pink velvet material sticking close to your skin.

A little too soon for his liking, the both of you have reached the living area, and to Jungkook’s shock, you strip right in front of him, revealing a new suit underneath the matching set, a bodysuit with tiny gems of many shades of purple and green, the familiar red gem from your old suit remains its position beneath your clavicle.

“Wow,” Jungkook says, starstruck, your suit, your body, he'd get down on his knees right now to beg if you asked, and your new boots, they go as far as your uppertighs, how did he not catch the tip of your boots just now?

“Yeah, the old suit doesn't fit all that well anymore and it was customary for me to get a new one once I became ruler, is it too much?” you question with a twirl and Jungkook feels the breath being knocked out of himself at the sight of your body being wrapped up so prettily in your new suit.

“No, not at all, you look beautiful,” Jungkook sputters before pressing the button that calls the lift up to this floor, and fortunately for him, it arrives sooner than expected so he doesn't have to look like a loser in front of you anymore.

“Thank you, your new suit looks great on you as well,” you say, complimenting him, and Jungkook has never been more glad about his mop of hair covering the tips of his ears, you've never said the same for his Robin costume, in fact, sometimes you'd say it was cute because of all the bright colours, just to annoy him, “a bit different from the Robin suit, but not in a bad way, just makes me realise how much we've grown,” you say say with a bittersweet sigh, in a blink of an eye the two of you are now in your 20s, and Jungkook has grown into a man so suddenly.

“I'm still the same Jungkook you've always known, nothing’s changed, Star,” Jungkook insists, stepping closer to you, but to his misfortune, the lift doors slid open and you moved away from him, excited to see the changes of the garage after so many years.

“We've all changed, Jungkook, change is inevitable, see, you even have a new bike, I love the blue highlights,” you gushed, taking a closer look when Jungkook turned it on through the comms on his suit.

“I could take you for a spin instead of flying,” Jungkook offers as he leans on his bike, gazing at you intently to scan for your reaction, but he's quickly sidetracked, god, you're so pretty.

“It's better to scan from below and above, Kook,” you explain, brushing off his offer without a second of hesitation, but Jungkook isn't the type to give up, he's Nightwing, for fuck’s sake.

“I'll drop you off after the bridge, how's that sound? You've never ridden this bike before, I swear it's even better than the old one,” Jungkook says, even throwing in his puppy eyes that he knows you can't resist to convince you.

“Fine,” you lament with a roll of your eyes, “and you said you never changed, you used to hate it when I asked to go for a spin behind you when we were kids,” you say with a huff as you watch him swing a leg over the huge thing, why is his suit so damn skintight, it's too distracting.

“That's because we were kids and I was being a dick, I let you ride behind me when we started-,” Jungkook cuts himself off, he doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that the two of you are no longer together, that he might never be yours ever again.

“This does feel sturdier than the last one,” you say offhandedly as you climb up behind Jungkook, trying your best to leave a gap between your bodies.

“It goes faster too, Bruce had the old one made to be ‘teen safe’, so you gotta hold on tight,” Jungkook says, albeit still distracted by the messy thoughts in his head.

‘Get your head out of the gutter, damn it,’ Jungkook cursed at himself as he puts on his helmet, then with a kick of his leg, he started the engine and took off.

Immediately he hears you curse by his ear and feels your body fall against his due to the force of the sudden speed, the feeling so familiar but so different, and intrusively, Jungkook thinks it'd feel even better if both of you didn't have any clothes on right now, but he quickly buries that thought into the back of his head before he sports a half mass in front of you, and he before he knows it, the connection bridge between the tower and town comes to an end, so he hits the brakes and lets you fly off on your own, tailing your route via his bike, your beautiful silhouette painting the night sky a pretty shade of neon green wherever you go.

To Jungkook’s surprise, Gotham is quiet tonight, as if all the criminals, other than the one from earlier, decided to take this random Tuesday night off, and so the patrol was coming to an end, that is, until he sees you flying down to check something out a few meters away, and so Jungkook speeds down to meet you, expecting to beat up someone, he quickly unseaths his pair of escrima sticks, quickly advancing to where he'd last caught your green glow, but instead of seeing you in action, he sees you crouched next to a thin and frail old woman next to a dumpster.

“Hey, how about I give you some money for the night to find somewhere to stay for a few days and have some actual meals-

“I can't accept that, child, I'm a nuisance enough as it is, homeless at such an old age,” she says with a shake of her head at her own misfortune.

“What's up?” Jungkook asks you, trying to assess the situation at hand now that he's not in offense mode, putting his escrima sticks away.

“This grandma here, her husband recently passed away and the old man didn't leave her anything in the will and instead signed everything away to the mistress’s family, including their own home, she's been trying to look for a job, but no one's willing to hire an old woman for all the jobs she went interviews for,” you explain.

“Hey, it's not the end of the world, ma'am, do you know the stew kitchen in Chinatown? They have rooms above the store for people who need a place to stay, as long as you're willing to help with the volunteer work in any way in your capacity, maybe you can help with the kitchen work?” Jungkook suggests, and the old lady thanks him profusely for the suggestion, “here, take the money and look for a nearby hotel to stay for the night, order some food for tonight and tomorrow's breakfast, then take a cab to Chinatown tomorrow, alright?” Jungkook says as he fishes out his wallet from the side, pulling out enough money to last her a few days, just in case she needs to rest up longer at wherever she's staying at.

“Thank you so much, you two youngsters are too kind, thank you,” she says with a bow before the two of you guide her to the nearest hotel, which is only a few blocks away.

“So much for ‘I’ when you clearly don't have any money on you,” Jungkook teases, and for a moment, you don't know what he meant, until you recall the moment when he joined the conversation and what you had said.

“Oh come on, I'm not the heir to Wayne Enterprise here,” you say as a defense, shoving Jungkook playfully before you take flight again, but before you could get too far, Jungkook calls out to you.

“How about a race on the rooftops? First one to reach the bridge wins,” Jungkook suggests, and he knows it's an offer you won't turn down, the two of you used to love being a menace on all the rooftops, sometimes you'd run to the Wayne Tower just to piss him off.

“Oh you're going down, Jeon,” you say before you fly down to grasp his arms with your hands, Jungkook’s gotten much heavier than when you last did this, but you still manage to toss him up the nearest roof and begin the race.

Running side by side until a building is too tall to be reached by foot, you would fly and Jungkook would employ his trusty grappling hook gun, and you haven't felt this free in ages.

Jungkook could tell that whatever worries you had are now momentarily faded to the back of your head as you laugh at a particularly odd office garden rooftop landscape.

Soon the race comes to an end, and it seems like you were about to win, but Jungkook had purposefully fell back to do this, instead of reaching for his grappling hook gun for the final leap, he reaches for his lasso gun, aiming it at you, letting the ropes encase you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck are you up to, oh my god,” you demand in disbelief, you can't for the life of you put up with this man and the antics he springs on you, and to think he did some growing up while you were gone.

“If I didn't lasso you up, you'd fly all the way back to the tower,” Jungkook says with a tut as he reigns you in, until he successfully pulls you into his embrace, a gasp leaving your lips at the lack of distance between the two of you.

“Okay, cowboy, I think it's time to let me go, you caught me, breaking the rules to do it by the way, I don't think I agreed to a chase but a race,” you say as you wiggle in his hold, seeing if you can break free without breaking his new toy.

“It was too tempting, thought I'd try out this new tool, you know,” Jungkook says with a shrug and that smug expression on his face that unfortunately for you, still gives you butterflies.

“Aw, did daddy get you new toys?” you tease, but you regret it in an instant when you see the way his eyes darken.

“Don't you call him that,” Jungkook warns as his grip on you tightens, almost bruising, and you really shouldn't say what's on your mind right now, but you can't help but give into the temptation, blaming the fact that being so close to Jungkook derails all common sense from your head.

“Why not? Who should I be calling that then?” you retort, chest heaving in anticipation of Jungkook’s next move.

But when his eyes snap to your lips, you feel like a bucket of cold water washed over you, waking you up from whatever charm Jungkook had you on, pushing him away with both palms on his sturdy chest.

“We shouldn't,” you say as you try your best to loosen yourself from his hold with no avail, you forgot how annoying you used to find his little toys to be.

“Why not? Why are you acting so distant? Why can't we go back to how things were between us? You said you're not leaving, are you planning to leave earth again?” Jungkook asks as he feels his heart sink, like his whole world is crumbling around him, which is ironic because his whole world now resides in his arms.

“Kook, I don't want to get between you and Barbara, I don't want to wreck whatever you have going on with her, it's wrong and unfair to her,” you explain, after giving up on escaping his hold.

“Sweetheart, whatever I have going on with Barbara, it's casual, just an easy stress relief for me, she's nothing to me, whatever I have going on with her, it comes to an end, I feel nothing for her, it's always been you, all this time, since we were kids, I love you, Star,” Jungkook confesses, he sounds like such a jerk to Barbara, but he doesn't give a fuck as long as you get the message that he's all in for you, that he'd give up the world for you.

“Really? You don't have any feelings for Barbara?” you ask again, just to be certain, you could always tell when he lied as a kid, you just have to look into his eyes closer, just to see if he has even a sliver of doubt.

“No, but I do know that I love you, with all my heart,” Jungkook says once more before he steals a quick peck of your lips, god, he can taste the grape flavoured lip balm on you, and he thinks he's found a new addiction.

“I love you too, Jungkook, now if you could be a gentleman and let me go, that would be great,” you say before you feel the ropes around you loosen, but just as quickly, Jungkook’s arms are around you again, that bright smile that you missed all these years is back on his beautiful face.

“How did you find out about Barbara anyways?” Jungkook asks, head tilted to a side like that would instantly help him think clearer about the situation, cute that he still has this habit, you thought to yourself.

“Raven,” that one word and Jungkook makes a fuss about how she's always so privy to her own privacy and never about his.

“Oh come on, I would've found out one way or another, could've just tailed you myself,” you say with a shrug, and both of you know you're right, it's how you found out all the surprises Jungkook was planning for you back then when you were dating after all.

“Ride back with me,” Jungkook suggests, and you give in, letting him hold your hand, leading you to where his bike is parked, camouflaged with its invisibility feature.

“Did this thing drive itself like the last one?” you ask as you spot the bike right in front of you knowing that it sure wasn't half an hour ago, to which Jungkook tells you that it does in fact have a self driving mode, and so you formulate something in your mind that probably breaks like ten traffic laws at once.

When you told Jungkook to lie down facing you instead of the road on his bike, he thought you were joking, until you straddled him and told him to put the bike on self driving mode, that's when he pieced two and two together, and Jungkook’s never been more grateful for technology, oh and also his strong thigh muscles, because he's damn sure if he's any weaker, he would've been faced down on the road right now instead of groaning into your lips as he indulges in the feeling of having you grind down on his boner as the two of you zoom past empty traffic, he needs to tell Alfred to wipe the traffic cameras later, he thinks to himself before he feels your hand gripping his cock through his suit, breaking his chain of thoughts.

“Baby, when did you get this adventurous?” Jungkook asks with a shake of his head in disbelief as he feels your hand wander from his length to his chest, groping around, trying your best to find his nipples as you take his earlobe between your lips, biting playfully.

“Just making up for lost time,” you reply quickly before you finally found one of his nipples, lightly pinching the sensitive bud, which garners quite the enthusiasm from his junior down there, twitching beneath your clothed core.

“We have all the time in the world, and also, we're back to headquarters,” Jungkook notifies you before he tells you to shift so he can park his bike.

In the meantime, you let your eyes wander around the garage, taking in the changes, there's way more vehicles here now, in the past there was only Jungkook’s bike and the Cyborg truck that Mingyu used to ferry all of you around town, now there's a fleet of supercars lined up next to each other.

“They're all yours?”, you ask as you let Jungkook carry you down his bike, even though both of you know damn well you're more than capable of getting off yourself.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says with a shrug like they're mere toy cars, well to him they might be, especially in terms of financial value.

“Nice, it's been so long since I drove, can't wait to take them for a spin,” you say offhandedly, but you see Jungkook tense up immediately.

“Babe, come on, the last time you drove-

“Oh come on, I just suck at parking, that's what boyfriends are for anyways, and yeah it's been years but I'm sure it'll be fine, I have a license, remember?” you deadpan, ignoring the million dollar jackpot look Jungkook is currently sporting.

“What did you just say?” Jungkook asks, that stupid goofy smile still on his face as he reaches for you, resting his hands on your hips.

“That I'm driving one of these bad boys, so you can either panic in the passenger seat or not be in the car at all,” you say with finality, you'll steal his car keys if you have to, you're sure you can find his car keys somewhere in this damn building.

“Nuh uh, you're not getting out of this, missy, repeat the first part,” Jungkook says, but before he could corner you to the nearest wall, you escape from his embrace.

“Only if you catch me!” you holler as you run to the lift at top speed, shutting the doors in Jungkook’s face.

“God damn it, I forgot how she drives me mad,” Jungkook mutters to himself as he watches the lift stop at the 4th floor before he dashes to the fire escape to track you down, but knowing you, you would take the stairs to other floors to throw him off your trail.

‘I got my work cut out for me, don't I?’ Jungkook thought to himself with a sigh.

There isn't much at 4th floor, just a storage room for weapons, numerous floors before the top floors are for storage, not enough space for anything else, even though he catches a whiff of the scent of your perfume, he knows you're long gone, as confirmed by the lift’s panel now showing that you're at the 35th floor, where the main floor resides, Jungkook decides to take the lift this time round, just in case you decide to play a prank on him and head back down the lower floors.

When he reached his destination, he catches a glimpse of green glow in the dark at the corridor which leads to the rooms, he knows you're leaving him crumbs to follow, so he plays along, chasing the green glow until it disappears down a hallway, when he sees the observation deck at the end, he wonders if you're waiting for him there, that's where the two of you had your first time after all, but when he gets there, it's empty, so Jungkook goes to his next best guess, your room, scanning his face at the security pad before the automated doors slide open to reveal you, standing in the dark other than the light emitting from your hand as a makeshift torch light, looking at all your old photos that you had hung on the wall.

“Caught you,” Jungkook says as he wraps an arm around you, noticing that you've changed into an old sweater of yours, and suddenly he feels like nothing really ever changed, you're still you and he's still the Jungkook that has always felt love and affection towards you.

“Took you long enough,” you say with an exasperated sigh.

“Well, someone decided to change routes last minute, speaking of change, I didn't move any of your stuff, just came in here to clean from time to time,” Jungkook didn't let the cleaners go in your room, he didn't want anything out of order if you ever came back.

“Thank you, thought Mingyu would've converted my room into a gaming room by the time I got back,” you joke, but deep down you always had a gut feeling that Jungkook would leave your room as it is.

“He's moved in with Sarah and they only come back to visit from time to time during semester break or long weekends, so a gaming room would be Sarah’s issue now,” Jungkook explains with a chuckle knowing damn well Sarah isn't going to let him have a gaming room.

“I'm glad they finally got together,” you still remember the days of Mingyu downloading random foreign languages to impress Sarah when they volunteered at the pet shelter together.

“Mhm, I think you owe me a label too,” Jungkook says, laying kisses on your neck where the sweater is swooped down, trying to get as much exposed skin as possible.

“How about you show me you're worthy of the label first?” you retort, turning to face him because you know he'd be caught off guard, and true to your assumptions, he looks damn cute with his mouth popped open in shock and eyebrows shot up his forehead before he quickly composes himself, now his gaze is dangerous, like a predator that stumbled upon his prey.

“Oh baby, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into,” Jungkook says before he pushes you onto your bed, caging you with his arms, but before he could take things up a notch, you push his lips away with a palm.

“Not in front of my kids, babe,” you say before Jungkook looks at you all confused, that is until you reach a hand out to ‘pet’ your snoopy plushie, one of the many plushies on your bed.

“Seriously?” Jungkook questions ludicrously, eyeing all of your plushies with a frown, he's getting cockblocked by plushies, of all things.

“Seriously, it's either we're doing this in your room or you're not getting no pussy,” you say, definitely not up for debate with that stern tone of yours.

“Fuck it, fine,” Jungkook says before he scoops you up in his arms without any strain, as if you weigh as much as a feather.

“Fuck, you could've just let me walk, it's just two steps,” you say as you hold onto Jungkook’s shoulders for dear life, shaken up by how quickly he had you up in his arms.

“Can't risk you running away again,” Jungkook says as he scans his palm to unlock his room, crossing the last few steps to toss you on his comfy bed unceremoniously before getting back into the previous position he was in back in your room.

“Have you ever brought her here?” there you go running your mouth with something stupid, but you couldn't help it, scanning his face.

“I'd never bring her up here, the Titans Tower is our place, even if by some miracle, I managed to move on enough to marry someone, it'd still feel wrong to bring them up here, that's such a jerk thing to say, but I'll never have to worry about that anymore,” Jungkook says before he resumes kissing you, all the anger and longing pouring into the kiss, he isn't mad at you, he'll never be, but the thought of him needing to settle for someone who isn't you struck a nerve, his hands are grabbing every every slither of skin he could get even though his fingertips are sealed in his suit as he dominates the kiss, rolling his hips into yours, cursing at the way his cock is straining in the confines of his suit.

“Does it hurt?” you ask after your hand stills the movement of his hips, clenching your thighs as close as you can at the sight of the bulge he's sporting.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says with a shake of his head, huffing at the fact that he probably looks like a hot mess right now.

“Let me make it feel better, where's the zipper of this suit?” you ask as you use your question as an excuse to feel him up, Jungkook could tell what you're up to with the way your eyes seem to get lost tracing his body, but he lets you indulge in this moment, all those gruelling hours training are suddenly so fucking worth it.

“It's at the back,” Jungkook tells you before he reaches a hand back to locate the zipper, but you stopped him in his tracks.

“I'll do it, but first, could you do a bit of quick spin, couldn't admire this suit on you before you had me distracted,” you say with a twirl of your index finger as emphasis.

“Someone's being greedy tonight,” Jungkook comments, but obliges to your demands, doing a slow turn with his arms up like he's surrendering himself to you, and in a sense he is.

“Famished,” was the first word to come to mind when your eyes landed on the absolute globes that is his butt, unable to hold back, you land a smack on one of his cheeks, in complete awe when you hear the resounding smack along with the recoil of the meat.

“You did not just,” Jungkook says as he looks back to see you still staring at his butt like he's got a million dollars stacked on his butt, and he's still in complete shock at what you just did.

“It was too hard to resist,” you say before standing up from the bed to wrestle Jungkook onto the bed, his stomach connecting with the bed with a huff, internally groaning at what he's gotten himself into by falling head first with an alien being with inhuman strength.

“This is the comfiest cushion ever,” you say after you straddle Jungkook’s hips, taking a seat right on his butt.

“How much time are you gonna spend admiring my ass, Star?” Jungkook questions with a sigh, he's going to have a long night ahead of him, he's sure.

“Who said anything about your ass? It's just easier to take off your suit this way,” you lie through your teeth as you wiggle your hips, but nonetheless, you began unzipping his suit, revealing golden tan skin, and to Jungkook’s misfortune, he feels your hand tracing each ridge and curve of his back muscles, he wants to flip you over and get it on with, but he knows he has no match for you in terms of physical strength, at least not when you're in such a position.

Jungkook is anticipating your next move, but at the same time, he can't help but bask in the attention and care you're showing him, the way you'd caress every bit of skin you can get your hands on then he feels a flutter of a quick peck of your lips, as if you can just tell he's been pushing himself to the max just to do his best in protecting the city, but as you trail lower, Jungkook’s arousal once again stirs as he feels the zipper reach the end of the line, to which he just realised, he recently had Alfred tailor it to end below the curve of his butt because he was tired of yanking the suit up his butt when he's in a rush, he groans internally at the thought of you poking fun at him for having the zipper this low.

“I've never even seen dresses having zippers this low, holy shit,” you comment before landing another swat at his butt, giggling to yourself at Jungkook’s groan of annoyance, but he's willing to put up with this if it means he hears you being all joyful, even if it means he has to endure your new obsession with his butt.

What he didn't expect, however, was the feeling of canines sinking into his cheek.

“Babe, what the fuck?” Jungkook questions as he whips his head back to look at you, your head now resting on where you had just taken a bite, it wasn't by any means painful, just a mild chomp, but it took him by surprise regardless.

“Sorry, the intrusive thoughts, you know, couldn't help it, I love the texture,” you say offhandedly before taking another bite on his other cheek, lighter this time, all while Jungkook looks at you with disbelief and slight arousal swimming in his eyes, the mild ache of your teeth sending a jolt to his cock, biting back the moan that threatens to leave his lips.

“I'd like to see how you'd react if I had you spread out like this while I take a bite of your butt,” Jungkook says with a roll of his eyes.

“Jokes on you cuz I'd love it, now roll over, you promised me a ride,” you remind him with a gentle pat on his butt to get him moving.

“We're not even naked yet,” Jungkook says with a chuckle before he quickly shucks off his suit, sitting back down on the bed with a gesture for you to turn, but you shake your head, not needing his help, quickly unzipping your suit from the side.

“I should've had the zip on the side too,” Jungkook mutters, but all thoughts immediately cease from his head when your bare body is revealed, he had no idea you were nude under your suit.

“Cat got your tongue?” you ask as you cup his cheeks in your hands, amused at the way his eyes seem to be in a daze.

“I'm the luckiest man in the world,” Jungkook says before he stands up to maneuver his mirror to the front of his bed, a giant smile on his face like a child in a candy shop.

“Why are you suddenly redecorating your room in your boxers while I'm standing here naked?” you ask, confused at his sudden enthusiasm that is no longer directed at you.

“Wanna see the pretty faces you'll make and every little movement from this gorgeous body while I make you feel good,” Jungkook explains before he manhandles you to take a seat between his thighs on the bed, facing the mirror, and you understand Jungkook’s enthusiasm now, you've always been confident about your own body, but seeing Jungkook’s broad built behind your smaller body sends a shock southwards, the last time you've seen the two of you in front of a reflection was ages ago, and needless to say, Jungkook bulked up a lot while you were gone, you used to enjoy how the two of you were around the same height and built, but Jungkook’s new image sends a new thrill down your spine.

While you're distracted by the view in the mirror, you fail to see Jungkook’s fingers trailing to your lower lips, surprised when you felt cold air tickling your clit before Jungkook gives it a few twirls with his fingers, testing the waters, your legs shaking with the sudden pleasure running through your body.

“Still so fucking sensitive,” Jungkook mutters with a groan by your ear, his cock chubbing up beneath you, just seeing you react to his touch like this has him growing.

He rubs circles on your bundle of nerves while his other hand is occupied with fondling one of your breasts, thumbing your nipple with his fiery touch, but it's his gaze that has you dripping into his palm, the way his eyes zero in on your body, locking into every little movement, and soon he dips two fingers inside you.

“Ride my fingers, beautiful,” Jungkook commands, to which you oblige, a hand laying on Jungkook’s muscular thigh to support yourself before you begin riding his fingers at a mild pace, lifting up until just before his fingertips show before you sink down to his knuckles, moaning his name wantonly, back arching, you haven't had fingers fill you up so full in so long, your fingers petite in comparison to Jungkook’s.

You don't know what's hotter, the fact that you have Jungkook’s fingers inside you when you didn't think you even had the chance anymore, or the way he looks like he wants to devour you in the best way possible.

“Should I feed your greedy pussy one more finger? Can't ever get enough until you have my cock, am I right?” Jungkook taunts his hands still occupied with your sensitive parts, but his left hand is now on your other boob, showing the girls equal amount of love and attention, but when you're too enraptured by the pleasure clouding your mind to answer Jungkook, his hand on your breast goes to your throat, choking you lightly, getting your attention, your walls clenching on his fingers tighter, his brow quirked up in surprise, he's definitely saving this information for later.

“Answer me, baby,” Jungkook demands.

“Yes, want everything you have to give me, your fingers, your cock, anything,” you say in a rush, eager to please, especially with the promise of more pleasure.

Jungkook smiles proudly before he slips one more finger next to his other two, cursing at the way you just swallow him up, mind drifting to imagining how good he'd feel later if you feel this wet and warm around his fingers.

When you increase the pace of your hips to chase the impending high you can feel on the horizon, Jungkook pulls his fingers out with an obscene wet pop sounding between your legs, whining at the sudden loss of your pleasure.

“Patient, wanna fuck you now,” Jungkook says with a light spank, to which he's awarded with a strangled moan and a delightful jiggle of your cheek, manhandling you off his thighs to shuck off his boxers, sighing in relief, his hard cock finally free from its tight confines.

“Come sit on my cock, baby,” Jungkook demands after taking a seat back on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, watching you as you take your position above him, hovering over his length, but since you're feeling bratty, instead of immediately sinking down, you summon your powers to keep yourself aloft, his cock nudging at your core, just a little bit more and he'd be greeted by your tight walls.

“Are you being fucking for real, now, babe?” Jungkook questions, feigning annoyance, but you can right through his act.

“If I'm being real, I can do this all night,” you joke, drumming your nails on Jungkook’s muscular chest just to rile him up further, what you didn't expect, however, was that Jungkook would hook his right leg over your back to flip you over, your back hitting the bed with a soft thud, and before you can even protest about the sudden switch of positions, Jungkook restrains your wrists above your head.

“It's been years, sweetheart, I've been building muscle, we're not that far apart in terms of physical strength,” Jungkook says with a smug smirk on his face.

“You have to own up to what you just said, love,” you say, poking at the bear that is his ego.

“Oh baby, you're gonna regret teasing me,” Jungkook says with a shake of his head before he's sinking into your core with a groan, a hand bracing against the headboard as his inches bottom out, you try your hardest not to whine at the way he's filling you up so nicely, he's definitely grown from the last tryst the two of you shared before you left if that's possible.

Jungkook gives you some time to get adjusted to his size before he begins thrusting at a brutal pace, he has a point to prove and an impression to make tonight, he's going to use every ounce of strength to satisfy you if that's what it takes.

He thinks he's doing a good job at it at this moment, with the way his name is leaving your lips in broken crescendos of your beautiful moans as your walls pulse and clench around his length, and not to mention, the sweet pain of your nails digging into the back of his hand as he continues his hold onto your wrists.

“Don't want you to hold back, baby,” Jungkook says before he frees your wrists to hitch your legs higher over his back, this angle allowing him to go even deeper, and instead of the mild taps of the tip of his cock on your sweet spot, he is now hitting the spongy sensitive spot inside you with hard consistent thrusts.

You let out an almost scream of a whine as you claw the side of Jungkook’s back with your nails, to try your best to grasp onto reality as you're getting your shit absolutely wrecked.

“Am I living up to my words, darling? Or should I add more action into the mix?” Jungkook taunts before he trails a hand down between your lower lips to locate your clit once again, drawing quick and rough circles around the sensitive nub.

“Fuck,” you curse with a moan as you clench your walls around Jungkook, your release drenching his length as Jungkook increases the pace of his hips to chase his own high, his jaw clenching as he takes in the beauty of your nudity and the way you're basking in the pleasure he's giving you, your eyes fluttering as you let yourself enjoy the slight pain and immense pleasure that comes from being overstimulated, the way you just lay there and take anything Jungkook gives you, Jungkook cums inside you with a groan, giving himself a few more shallow thrusts before he sinks his cock deep inside you once more, giving into his carnal desire of wanting to have you warm his cock post fucking, the warmth of your combined releases sending a shudder down his spine, he could never deny the possessive streak he has over you, especially now that he has you again.

He thinks you're just as bad when it comes to this possessiveness when you claim his lips with your own, chewing his bottom lip before dipping your tongue into his mouth, a fight of dominance ensues before the two of you give up to pull away for oxygen with the sillies erupting from your bellies, it's so awfully familiar and refreshing at the same time, feeling this in love again after so long, all those lonely moments and yearning to be with Jungkook all don't matter now that you're back in Jungkook’s arms.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the twitching of Jungkook’s length inside you.

“Seriously?” you ask in disbelief, looking at the man beside you ludicrously.

“You told me to prove my physical strength to you and I did it, how about I show you how much training I had on physical endurance?” Jeongguk asks with a quirk of his brows and a stupid smug smile on his face that you find all too annoying and endearing at the same time.

“Oh you're on, Jeon,” you retort before proceeding to switch positions to flip him on his back, this is going to be a long night, you think to yourself giddily.

*Meanwhile at the Wayne Manor*

“Master Bruce, my apologies for interrupting your slumber, but I had just received a message from Young Master Jungkook to erase some traffic footage from tonight, you told me to keep tabs on young master, so I just thought I'd let you know about this update,” Alfred informs a sleep riddled Bruce Wayne.

“What the fuck was this kid up to?” Bruce asks before Alfred hands over a tablet, knowing that his master was going to ask.

Bruce squints at the bright screen, zooming in on the two familiar figures and their wild antics.

“Fuck’s sake, wipe this shit clean, Alfred, thank you,” Bruce says before sighing disapprovingly, Alfred holds in his laugh as he leaves his master be, bidding him goodnight.

“Don't be so uptight, Bruce, we did the same thing in your mobile just a few months ago,” Selina brushes off with a chuckle, putting the tablet aside to pull her lover back to bed.

“We did that in a car with a covered roof, love, it's not the same,” he says with a sigh, but he relents, going back to bed with a groan.

Jungkook wakes up to the warmth of your body pressed against his, breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn't a dream last night, that you are indeed back on earth and back to being together, things are finally back to normal now.

Jungkook recalls that very painful night where he had to say goodbye to you, how he felt like his world was falling apart as he was waving at your ship, it was just last week when he felt like his life had no meaning and that death would make no difference. There's days where Jungkook would just stare at the night sky at the helipad, hoping that your ship would suddenly appear to come back and pick him up, he would've chosen to live in a foreign planet if it means he could've gotten back the cosmic love he had shared with you.

Sometimes he'd stare at the Gotham skyline with a sense of hollowness, haunted by the memories of the two of you and your rendezvous around the city.

Jungkook shakes himself out of those painful memories before he allows himself a moment to bask in the joy of having you in his arms a little longer before he gets up to wash up and get an early morning workout in before you wake up.

When you finally come around, you're all freshen up, looking beautiful with a glow like no other when you come bounding in the gym with some short shorts and his tee that you slept in, wordlessly, you get on with your own routine at the side before you decide that you had enough for the day and shower off.

“Should I make brunch or you wanna head out?” you ask when you spot Jungkook coming into the kitchen with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, choosing to direct your attention to the boring pantry instead, but what greets you is empty cupboards with nothing but cereal and instant noodles and some eggs in the fridge.

“Brunch it is,” you mutter to yourself.

“We can stock up on groceries after brunch,” Jungkook promises with a peck on your lips as he leads you back to your rooms to get dressed, trying your very best to not jump Jungkook’s bones again.

“I could've driven us, you know,” you say with a huff before you eye Jungkook’s English breakfast with slight interest, for some reason your pancakes need more time than his huge plate of breakfast food.

“Let's practice with my cheapest car on an emptier street before you start driving us around, love,” Jungkook says before he picks up some of the champion mushrooms you've been eyeing on his plate with his fork, feeding you.

“Fine,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“I would've never thought you'd actually go through with piercing your ears and getting that whole sleeve, you were still very much on the fence when I left,” you say as you reach out to gently run a finger through his piercings.

“Kinda used them as a coping mechanism if I'm being honest, but I don't regret any of it,” Jungkook says with a shrug, he doesn't need to tell you his gruelling hours at the gym to stay sane, you've known about that bad habit of his for years.

You were about to ask Jungkook to explain each and every one of his tattoos’ meanings, but you were interrupted by the arrival of your pancakes accompanied by your friends.

“I can't believe the team is back, baby!” Mingyu bellows as he slides in next to you, followed by the others, and suddenly, you feel right at home now more than ever, surrounded by the titans that you spent your youth with, looking forward to the future that's brighter than any star you've ever laid eyes upon.

[sourcherrybites]

Till time breaks apart. (1 out of 2, probably)

Character: Dick Grayson x Tamaranian! Fem! reader

Submission by @mourakitana "Please do if you are Starfire's sister and you love Dick very much and he is her ex, (if on one of the missions Dick and y/n's son come from the future)"

Disclaimers: Sorry for the sloppy ending. I imagine Reader being black (like Kory). Sweariing. Probably two chapters cuz I want to explore this reader more. DICK IS ROMANI RAAAAGHHH!!!!!!! (This is not relevant to the story but yes)

a/n: Chapter one of legally binding affairs is almost done, babes. I post this, and maybe in one or two days I'll post the chapter one.

Word count: 1,179

Masterlist

You were never quite like your sisters (also not planned, ijbol). Of course, being the youngest meant you had traits of both of them. Komand'r had taught you her ambition and Koriand'r her curious nature, but there was also something really weird about you. You were just too quiet. You lived in your own world, unbothered by your older sisters' doings, but you still had some special spark.

But let's talk about your time on Earth, that's what matters, after all.

Earth was fascinating, in your eyes, those childish, big and curious eyes, the soft warmth of the sun, the fields of grass, the melodic sounds of the countryside your new earth friends sometimes took you and your sister to, the stupid romance movies you saw to which everyone fell asleep to halfway, but not you, you saw them from beginning to the last credit rolling in the big screen of the titans' tower... and you were also fascinated by the smiley dark-haired boy who your sister fell for, but human movies and books had told you humans only loved one person for all their life (you were so young that you just rolled with it, slowly losing the free nature of Tamaran to the human culture) so you weren't even in the picture in your head.

So you kept the smiley face, teased and laughed as Koriand'r told you about her 'boyfriend', never telling her how much you wanted to be in her place, because he was just a boy and Earth had a lot of boys, and Kory was your sister, and you loved each other more than either of you would love anyone else, your love for Dick would never overcome your love for your sister. But Kory knew, and it pained her so much to see her little sister suffer for something normal in their homeland to human taboos.

As your friends turned into adults, you slowly drifted away from the superhero lifestyle, focusing on your studies of human art and music, though you still helped the Titans from time to time. You explored your curiosity with the help of your outworld gaze and became a renowned historian half the time and a bar singer the other half, living away from the public spotlight.

It was during one of those friendly reunions, the ones in which you just talked about your lives and catched up, at Wally's place that it was brought up a weird ancient dungeon found on the outskirts of Central City by a construction group.

"That's your Major, right?" He had inquired. "Actually, it isn't; my major is in art., so I don't think I'd be of much help," You chuckled nervously, sipping on your drink.

"Out of all of us, you are the one who understands this the most, Sweetcheeks." Garfield ruffled your hair. "Touch me again and I'm burning off your hand." You raised your fist before letting out a soft laugh and looking at your sister, who had placed her warm hand on your shoulder, making you sigh. "But...I guess I can give it a look." You reluctantly gave in, making the team cheer and clap and earning you a playful nudge from Grayson, whom you had, in fact, not forgotten in all these years, not even after his breakup with Kory.

The next morning you had all gotten into a jeep and driven over the said location, a drive during which Dick had sat incredibly and uncomfortably close to you, and during which his hand seemed hesitant to touch yours, you hated it, in every single one of your partners.

Luckily, your Stanford ID came in handy to allow you and the crew in the cave once you arrived. It was a big space, with long, thick pillars made of dark stone and a big platform right at the end, pretty similar to every ritual room you had seen during your college years. It is left unsaid that you warned the group not to touch anything.

It wasn't Something you'd recognise, even when you pulled out your phone to check for similar constructions on your university's database you found absolutely nothing. The architecture and the engravings on the walls weren't Native American, not pre-hispanic, not even Nordic or anything that made sense in this specific zone!

"Any ideas in that big brain of yours?" Dick said from behind you, making you squeak and jump in surprise. "Don't- do that, Grayson." You huffed, making him chuckle as you attempted to focus back on the room ━That's when Garfield, ever so smart, shouted, 'Check this out!' While pointing at a weird artefact that looked spot on like an hourglass.

"Looks like an hourglass," Wally murmured.

"No fucking shit, Sherlock." You huffed as you bent over to look at it closely. It was made of pure stone, and the crystal looked pretty much clean, but the thing that caught your attention was not only the weird appearance of the sand, like small stardust that produced UV light just by existing.

"There's something written on the edges, but I don't know what it means..." you mumbled, looking back at the group, accidentally meeting Dick's eyes, the same pair of sapphire eyes that had haunted your life since the first time you saw them. "Sorry. As I said, my major is not in ancient caves." You smiled sheepishly before the sound of the stone turning snapped your head right back to the hourglass.

The scripture on the hourglass and the walls started glowing far too brightly, cycling through every colour under the visible spectrum. The hourglass started spinning, gaining speed with each passing second.

"Out. Out. Out, " Dick grabbed your wrist; the rest of the group followed and quickly began sprinting away from the cave as the time seemed to slow down. Why was he touching you? Why did he look so concerned? Why did your heart flutter and your stomach spin? And why did you hear a sound similar to an arrow's whistle approaching you?

And then there was pain... Like a stab on your heart.

It was hot... Like you were in a sauna for far too long

And then there was light... Flashes of scenes that seemed oddly familiar.

And then silence and quietness... Before you felt the familiar warmth of your sister's hands pressing down on your chest over and over, you turned your head slowly to look at the man next to you, his hand still tightly wrapped around your wrist and a young, black-haired teenage girl doing chest compressions on him as well until he coughed out and gasped to which the girl threw one of her arms around Dick, hugging him tightly and the other went to grab your arm.

Between the blurred sounds of the chaos and the paramedics rushing into the space, you managed to make out.

"I thought I had lost you and mom..."

Mom? Mom!? This was worse than any low-budget drama you had ever seen. You had a daughter with Dick Grayson! And the little shit looked just like her father.

©sourcherrybites 2025

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

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)

[rbfclassy]

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

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

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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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.