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OH YEAH, HAPPPY PRIDE MONTH TO YALLLL!!!

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⋆˙⟡#A MAN, A MAN, A- MANNN!⋆˙⟡

⭑.ᐟDEMETRIUS PRINCE(OC) X BATSIB!READER

ᯓ★ SYNOPSIS: the times Demetrius showed he’s a man for you!

ᯓ★GENRE: fluff

ᯓ★INFO: This is a superson OC I’ve written for my own amusement. Demetrius is clearly the son of Diana Prince, and being the older brother of Elizabeth “Lizzie” Prince. Reader is the twin sibling of Damian, Damian being the older sibling. He’s canonically handsome cause he’s the son of Diana Prince. He has those Amazon genes.

ᯓ★WC: 1,265

FIRST TIME.

The first time he proved he was a man for you was when you didn’t like your order. It was straightforward: you decided to venture beyond your usual comfort food preferences. You love meat, especially chicken and eggs, but this was an opportunity for something different.

You were at a quaint restaurant, on what felt like a discreet date—one that Damian would undoubtedly take issue with, considering he’d probably go after this Amazon male for daring to date his twin sibling.

But you appreciated the way he treated you. He opened the door as you entered, pulled out your chair, and pushed it in after you sat down. You suppressed a giggle as you noticed a faint blush on Demetrius’s tanned cheeks. The menu offered several enticing options, and while you found one of your comfort foods, another dish grabbed your attention.

Demetrius studied you intently. “Did you find what you want?” he asked, his tone gentle as he set his menu down.

“Uh.. I think so?” you replied, unsure. As you handed him your menu, he leaned in closer.

“What are you getting?” His anticipation was palpable.

You showed him your choice. “Ah, that’s... unique,” he commented, then confidently ordered for himself and included your choice to the waiter.

When the food arrived, you inhaled the delightful aromas, smiling at how delicious everything smelled. But it was clear that Demetrius's dish looked even more appealing. You tasted yours, giving it a chance based on the enticing smell. That was a mistake; the dish was utterly repulsive. You masked a gag and discreetly spit it into a napkin.

Demetrius ate from his plate, feigning ignorance to your struggle, but a smirk tugged at his lips. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, managing to suppress a chuckle as you nervously glanced at him.

“Can... can I have some of your food?” you asked, not wanting to impose, even though you’ve known him long enough in years.

“Sure,” he replied with a chuckle, switching plates with you without hesitation. Your eyes widened in surprise as he took a bite of your distasteful meal.

“Demetri, you didn’t have to do that—”

“I wanted to. I knew you wouldn’t like your food,” he said, leaning back in his chair after wiping his mouth. “That’s why I ordered something I knew you would enjoy.”

He clearly relished the moment, watching your eyes light up with appreciation. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, thank you, beloved. That was very considerate of you.”

“I know. Now eat up, moró mou.”

That date turned out to be surprisingly romantic.

SECOND TIME.

The second time it happened, Demetrius clearly showcased his protective side. You and he were out for another casual hangout, just the two of you. You confidently held onto his arm, appreciating the way his muscles flexed under his sweatshirt.

On that chilly winter afternoon, you strolled through the city, both of you enjoying your time there. However, Demetrius started to look bored, yawning as you smiled and hummed, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. You noticed someone around your age throwing glances your way, but you didn’t think much of it until you caught them staring at you again.

Feeling a shiver run down your spine, you instinctively leaned closer into Demetrius. The unwanted attention made you want to shrink away, but Demetrius sensed your discomfort immediately. He looked down at you and then shifted his gaze to the person who couldn't stop staring.

His jaw clenched tightly as he positioned his large frame in front of you, effectively blocking the person’s view. With a fierce glare from his deep blue eyes, he silently dared them to try anything. The moment the person felt the heat of Demetrius’s intimidation, they quickly looked away.

From that point on, Demetrius took it upon himself to shield you from anyone's gaze for the rest of the day. He grasped your hand firmly in his, making it clear that he wanted you close by and wouldn’t let you wander off.

THIRD TIME.

The third time, and now the present moment—Demetrius demonstrated that even a touch of makeup doesn’t diminish masculinity. His little sister Lizzie, on the other hand, was clearly bored and insisting that he play dress-up with her.

He insists he’s focused on his future spouse—on you. He reclines his wavy black hair onto your lap, leaning in to kiss your hand as you run your fingers through his hair. In the background, Lizzie pouts and storms off to her room. You can’t help but frown; the girl just wanted someone to play with.

“Come on, beloved, she’s just looking for someone to play with,” you say firmly, withdrawing your hand as he attempts to kiss it again.

Demetrius groans, rising with his eyes cast down. “That brat can entertain herself with her dolls for all I care.”

He was struck sharply in the head, coupled with an intense glare from you. “Demetrius Prince. You will play with your little sister; she clearly looks up to you.” With that, you got up and exited his room, shutting the door behind you—and leaving the frustrated Amazon male to sigh deeply.

Running a hand through his hair, he got up and followed you. He might be a jerk, but you were absolutely right about Lizzie admiring him. He found you in her room, engaged in a lively tea party.

Demetrius leaned against the door frame, a confident smile spreading across his face as he watched his cute lover and sister play together. You exchanged a knowing glance, aware he would follow you into the room.

Without hesitation, he plopped down next to you on the rickety little chair that felt like it could collapse at any moment under his weight.

Lizzie pouted. “No! That spot is for Ms. Gloria!” she declared firmly. Demetrius rolled his eyes. “Guess she’s not coming, then.”

The tension between the siblings was palpable, each giving the other a pointed glare until Lizzie’s face lit up with mischief.

“Then you’re Ms. Gloria!” she announced with a cheeky grin.

“What?!” Demetrius exclaimed, his voice echoing, causing you to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

Although he could have protested, he surrendered to the moment, allowing you and Lizzie to enthusiastically apply makeup on him.

He looked surprisingly good with a touch of red lipstick and blue eyeshadow. There was no denying it—his looks certainly made him a pretty boy.

“You know, most guys would rather die than put on makeup, my beloved.” You said decisively as you reached for some blush. Demetrius huffed, crossing his arms defiantly. “Well, I’m not like most guys, babe.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his protest. “You’ve got that right.”

As you cupped his face to apply a hint of blush, Demetrius opened his eyes, his breath steady as he locked onto your face and then traced down to your lips.

“…you’re really close,” he murmured, his voice low. You paused, a playful smile crossing your face. “Am I?” you asked, leaning in even closer. The hint of blush on his cheeks morphed into a genuine flush as he placed his hands firmly on your hips.

“Yep…” he said before pulling you in for a soft kiss. Responding felt like pure magic, but it abruptly shattered when Lizzie gagged dramatically at the sight of her older brother kissing you.

“Eww!! Cooties!!” she exclaimed, her tongue sticking out in mock disapproval.

Demetrius broke the kiss, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Oh, shush it.” But Lizzie couldn't help but giggle afterward, returning to the tea party as if nothing happened.

Demetrius Prince tag: @darkfaethedestroyer @dead-ry-walking @chalkadow @eclecticeaglebluebird @mistake34 @dandelion-delusion

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★NIGHT SURPRISE

Ivan + Jack x Reader

Info; DC OCS, Jack is the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Ivan is the half brother of Jack and is the son of Harley and posion ivy.

You bounced around your room, fully awake at 12:35 am, feeling electrified by the late-night excitement. You confidently made your way to the kitchen, ready to grab a delicious snack. As you opened the fridge—disregarding the need for lights because, why not, you live alone—you reached for some grapes. But then, you dropped them.

Why?

Because two tall figures stood there, one with a buzz-cut and the other with wavy hair. Their piercing blue and green eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. You let out a sharp scream and instinctively threw the box of grapes at the figure with blue eyes just as the lights flickered on.

“WHAT THE FU—” you interrupted the blonde as he crouched down, gripping his head. “JACK?! IVAN??”

Ivan, the boy with green skin and a nonchalant demeanor, shot a deadpan look at his half-brother as he hissed and stood back up. “Hey babe~" Jack purred. Ivan rolled his eyes before using his vine tentacles to pick up the grapes and hand them to you.

“Listen, we came to check on you because of the recent armed robberies.” You clutched the grapes to your heart and sighed. “You could’ve called ahead.” Jack held up your phone with a smirk. “You left it in your room.” “Seriously?” You shot back, extending your hand.

Jack readied himself to throw it, lifting his leg as if to pitch. “AH! No, don’t throw it.” Jack pouted, grumbling about how you’d ruined his fun before handing it over. Normally, you both knew this was a routine you could have avoided.

Yeah.. this night is not normal at all.

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmossy @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240 @nightblanc @winter-world @valyntime @luxylucylou @timeastronomerdrawer @piratedelusion @existingtoreadfanfics @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @jjoppees @qhevy @dandelion-delusion @ratchetprime211

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⋆˙⟡TWO RED HEADS⋆˙⟡

⋆˙⟡ WALLY WEST X TAMARANEAN!MALE!READER⋆˙⟡

SYNOPSIS: just two red heads who love each other, but they don’t know that to each other…

GENRE: mutual pinning to lovers

INFO: TAMARANEAN!READER IS BACK???! Wally west is such a simp for the tall alien boy that’s such a cute and bubbly person. Call him a munch, he doesn’t care, he loves that man so much!

WORD COUNT: 1,612

Your big mess of curly fiery hair flowed in the wind as you flew above Wally. You both were on a light patrol around Jump City. You couldn’t help but look down at the teenage boy who seemed to smile as he looked up at you, ignoring whatever was in front of him before your eyes widened seeing him crash into a boutique shop.

You let out a soft gasp, “Kid Flash!” You quickly flew down to him as Wally shook his head to get out the sillies from the crash. A nice old lady comes by and smacks him with a broom.

“Out! Out!” Wally gave her an apologetic smile and ran off with you close behind him flying.

You couldn’t help but giggle, not noticing Wally’s tanned cheeks had a faint pink tint to it. Mostly cause of your melodic laughter and embarrassment.

♡

During a relaxing day, or more like a slow day no small crimes and missions were needed. You were relaxing in the base, floating over to the kitchen. Humming a soft tune, not noticing a certain redhead staring at you with such softness.

You tilted your head confused as you looked up at the pantry that you knew that held a very special snack you like. “Where shall it be?” You questioned to yourself, Wally found this as his cue to speed over by you. “Cooley” leaning against the pantry doors with crossed arms and a goofy grin.

“Sup fire, what ya' lookin' for?” He asks, leaning his head more on the door as you float down to the ground. Even if on the ground, you were taller than him. But he didn’t mind. He can climb.

You smiled at Wally with sincere gratitude, “I am looking for the yellow delicacy!” You cupped Wally’s face, and the minute you did that, he melted into your warm hands.

“Mhm…” he says lowly as his green eyes soften. Not caring for what you are now looking for as you tilt your head. A confused look despite your smile, you let go of his face—now he snapped back as he pointed to the third pantry.

“It’s—uh in that one.” He says as you nod and find the mustard. When you first drank mustard in front of the team, everyone gagged. Sure Wally did a bit, but he found it so cool that your stomach is different from others and you can handle anything else that humans can’t.

“Thank you, friend!” You said excitedly, turning to Wally with such respect and softness as your full blazing green eyes looked back to his normal ones.

The word.. “friend.” It doesn’t even seem right to him, but he just smiles as he gives you a thumbs up.

“No problem, Fire…” Getting ready to speed off, you grabbed his face and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“That is for the payment for helping me! Bye, Wally!” You flew off to your room, leaving Wally to immediately look like a lovestruck cartoon character as he places a hand to where his heart is—sliding down to the damned floor.

♡

Robin side-eyed Wally who stared at your glistening body. At the beach, Wally knew you were a warrior on your planet, a warrior prince along with other Tamaranean males. But damn was your tanned body so beautiful.

Robin elbowed Wally who grunted holding his side. “Dude. You’re drooling, literally.” Robin said with annoyance watching his best friend wipe at his mouth. Wally scrunched his face at the short male who scrunched his face back.

“You really can’t go a single day without staring at the Prince can you?” Robin says with a clear smugness in his voice, Wally sighs, loud and desperate. Throwing his head back, he nods.

“How can someone be so cool.. but so hot man..” Wally says as he watches you play in the water with the others. Megan splashes you as you smirk and give her a big splash.

The water droplets run down your toned body, your curly fiery hair wet and more curly due to the water.

Wally snaps out of staring at you again due to fingers snapping in front of his face. “Staring again dude. Stay whelmed.” Robin says.

Wally groans, falling to the sand. He can’t help it! He really can’t it’s impossible as he didn’t notice you staring at him with a flushed expression as Megan whispered into your ear.

She moves away giggling, now you hide below into the water as you stare at Wally being kicked to his harshly by Robin.

♡

It was a soft spring day, you leaned against Wally’s head. Loving the breeze, you looked around the blooming flowers. “This season, you call this?” You asked—turning towards the redhead who just finished his sandwich quickly.

You both decided to go on a nice spring picnic, Wally’s idea. (Robin’s and Megan’s idea actually). But honestly, who can blame the Boy Wonder and Martian when their best friends have the hots for each other but are not acting on it?

“You mean spring? Then yeah..” he says with a soft grin that you mirrored.

“It is beautiful!” Cupping your hands together, you nuzzled closer to the boy who tensed up before relaxing. Coughing into a balled-up fist, he nodded. He felt warm and funny.

Like these butterflies are not letting him down at all!

He never felt like this, he was supposed to be flirting with you, joking with you, easing the tension as he glances at you to see you already staring at him with those gorgeous green eyes of yours.

Ah, shit.

“Is everything okay?” You asked him, sitting up straight and away from him with a small frown that held concern. Wally, finally realizing he hasn’t been chattering off like he’s used to, finally speaks.

“You’re hot.”

Shit. Why did he say the first thing in his head? Cause now you’re shocked, and he is too! He face palmed whilst your face heats up. Groaning in embarrassment all over again, he looks at you.

“I-I’m sorry y/n. That was so stupid of me..” you broke out of your own and shook your head rapidly. “No! It’s fine, I’m just… a little shocked of course.” You lean close to him, taking his hand off his face that he was trying to hide behind.

You saw his green eyes dilate a bit at you before they shrank. He was trying to hide all his feelings as of now, not wanting to ruin this.

Not wanting to ruin any friendship between you two, but he couldn’t do this for so long.

“Fire…can I.. be honest with you?” He says lowly, looking down to the grassy field.

“Of course, I am willing to listen to you, friend.”

Friend. That word again, that word he doesn’t want to be associated with you.

“Okay, well.” He looks at you, biting his lower lip before he just gives up. It was now or never anyway.

“I’ve been crushing on you since you’ve come to earth. Ever since you kissed me to learn English when you came here after defeating whatever those guys were that were chasing you. You.. you seemed and are so cool. You shoot eye lasers like Conner, but like they’re green and you even do these like laser blasts. You’re so handsome and pretty at the same time that I just wanna kiss your face. You’re also so kind and like my jokes, pranks, and everything!” He leans close to you as your eyes soften with each word.

“You’re an incredible guy, and the best guy to ever drop down from space. You literally are out of this world and I hope you can think of me the same way.. without the space part.” He says lastly, giving you a nervous grin, showing his teeth as you stare at him.

He started to get more nervous as you stared, his smile dropping as you stared more intensely.

“Uh.. Fire?”

After he called out your nickname, your face heated up, giving him a big hug, Wally yelped at how tight you held him against you.

“I am above the moons and stars! Thank x’hal you like me as well Wally!” You said with excitement, you leaned back to look at Wally who gave a small grin.

“Wait, so you like me back?” He says, not believing this as you nod excitedly. “Of course!” You then gave him a soft smile, letting him go fully as you played with your curly hair.

“I never had someone there for me always until I came here. I love Earth and our friends. But I mostly love you. Having someone, that cares for me… feels unbelievable.” With your words, Wally frowned before he got closer to you.

“Well, I am here for you... always.” Wally says softly, his lips hovered over yours as he wraps his hand over yours. Your eyes light up more, not believing this as you then relax your eyes. “I see..” you lean close to him, Wally feels his eyes widen before he starts to close them when he feels your breath hit his face.

“ You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you, Wally.” You gave him a soft kiss, the kiss was nice and passionate as Wally leaned more in. Tilting his head a bit as you cupped his face, he had his hands on your hips. Bringing you closer as you giggled breaking the kiss.

Wally couldn’t help but chuckle, cheeks flushed just like you. “ I can't believe you're mine,” he said lastly before kissing you again.

Spring is a beautiful day, for the two redheads.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS, BOY

. ݁ ˖꩜ KOLE ANDERS (OC) X BATSIB!READER

ᯓ★SYNOPSIS: yknow how Starfire was back in teen titans 2003 when Kitty asked robin for a date to her prom and she got jealous badly? Well, you have to go on a date with a son of a drug lord to find out what his father does only for Kole to not hold his jealousy in well.

ᯓ★GENRE: fluff + silly

ᯓ★INFO: takes place in the dcamu universe. this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the adoptive son of Kori/Starfire. Full HUMAN name, Kole Anders. His Tamaranean name is Koldond'r. Reader is the twin sibling of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically, plus freakishly tall like a Tamaranean should be.

ᯓ★WC: 1,131

“You are what?!” Kole exclaims incredulously as you receive your assignment to go undercover and meet the son of a drug lord.

“I’m going undercover to go on a date with a—” you begin, but Kole interrupts you, his surprise palpable.

“That’s absurd! My mother cannot seriously think this is a good idea! Why not send your twin brother, Damian?” He rushes over, gripping your shoulders, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern.

“Because Damian has made it clear he refuses to take on this mission, and frankly, he’d probably mess it up anyway with his liking for Raven,” you reply calmly. Kole's glowing green eyes narrow, and with a flash, he takes off, carrying you with him.

Before you know it, you're standing in front of the team and Kory, who is already aware of the chaos unfolding. Kole releases you, striding over to his adoptive mother, sharing her fiery curly mane of red hair.

“Mother, you must find a better candidate for this mission!” he implores, his voice filled with urgency. Kory anticipated his reaction but understands how critical your involvement is for gathering information about the upcoming ambush.

“I’m sorry, my little Bumgorf, but you know Y/N is the only one capable of handling this successfully,” Kory asserts, crossing her arms.

“He’s a manipulative gremplork, unworthy of Y/N's time!” Kole retorts, pacing furiously behind you. “Language,” Kory interjects, her tone firm as she frowns at him. Kole's frustration intensifies as the realization sinks in that the person he deeply admires is going on a ‘date’ with someone he views as a threat.

“I need to know more about this person,” he demands, his voice steady. Everyone around him—Raven, Garfield, and Jaime—watches in stunned silence as Kole, typically the soft-spoken one, displays an intensity fueled by concern.

“His name is Seth. He’s connected to Miguel, possibly his son. Y/N must approach this mission alone,” Kory explains, presenting the details to Kole.

“Hmph!” he huffs in frustration, floating beside you, his gaze burning a hole through you as he processes everything.

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You sit across from a guy attempting to project a tough image; a skull tattoo sprawls across his left hand, dominating its appearance. His table manners reek of disrespect, and his posture screams laziness. Honestly, you find yourself scolding him in your mind, channeling the voice of Damian as he would at the dinner table back home.

“So, what do you do, sweet thang?” he drawls, putting on a fake accent that’s painful to hear. You mentally cringe but choose to don your father’s persona— a player.

“Oh! I love computer science and mostly enjoy creating designs,” you reply, infusing your voice with cheerful enthusiasm. You use hand gestures to emphasize your points, feigning deep consideration over trivial topics.

The conversation rolls on smoothly until he starts to invade your personal space, attempting to touch your hand. Yikes. You pull back and feign fixing your hair, humming to distract him. The server has just delivered your drinks, so you pivot the discussion to his profession. He hesitates at first, but he eventually can’t resist showing off how "cool" he is. You suppress a smirk, realizing you’ve finally got him to divulge details about his father’s shady dealings.

Men are often easier than you expect; they wear their ignorance like a badge. Just as he dives into tales of his father's crimes, your attention shifts as you catch a glimpse of fiery red hair approaching.

No. Way.

You can't believe it when you see the tall, handsome boy with shimmering golden skin walking toward you. His wild curls are styled in a low ponytail, he’s rocking a green jersey with a purple top, ripped jeans, and Jordans. For someone still figuring out Earth culture, he’s mastered streetwear effortlessly.

“Excuse me! I need to use the restroom!” you state, making a beeline for the tall teen who seems to be scanning the area for you. Spotting you, he raises an eyebrow.

“Kole?!” you exclaim, quickly moving him away from the table you just vacated. “What are you doing here?!”

“My mother’s orders to investigate this boy. I intend to conduct a thorough investigation. Plus, I believe you might need saving. This Seth appears to be a monster in disguise,” he says, glaring at the guy who’s currently picking at his teeth.

“Kole, PLEASE don’t do this,” you implore, fully aware that you can't calm this towering alien.

“I am doing this,” he insists, his soft voice hardening.

“No, you’re not.” You gently cup his face, knowing he melts at your touch. “I absolutely am,” he retorts, grabbing your hands away from his face.

This is a disaster. You understand Kole's jealousy issue, and his stalker-like behavior is far from ideal. He starts walking towards Seth, but you tug at his hair, successfully arresting his attention.

“Kole. Listen, I’ll finish this up quickly, and we can watch those cartoons you love. Okay?” you negotiate, hoping to pacify him. When he turns to fully face you, you release his hair.

“Fine. But if he dares to touch you, I will step in,” he declares, settling back down with his arms crossed. You nod quickly and return to your booth. Kole doesn’t take a seat until a waiter guides him to a table. However, his gaze remains fixed on you as you feign naivety to play the part. This infuriates him, but what ignites his anger is when Seth dramatically wipes something from your lips.

“Here you go, sir—” the waiter starts, but the glass in his hand shatters under the sheer force of Kole’s grip.

The waiter scampers off, clearly spooked by the display of strength. Kole seethes, his glare locked on Seth. Each moment in the booth is torture for him. But as Seth leans in for what he intends to be a kiss, Kole is suddenly up, his hands radiating a green glow, ready to unleash a starbolt, when he finds himself encased in a swirling black ball of magic with purple lines, whisked away to where the team is gathered.

They’ve been keeping watch over you, especially since Damian, the overprotective brother he is, won’t let anyone take their eyes off you.

“Kole, calm down,” Raven advises, releasing him from her hold. He scoffs in disbelief. “How can I calm down when Y/N is being all overrun by some Zarbnof?” Jaime quickly covers his mouth, but that only makes things worse, as Kole thrashes against him, desperate to act.

“Seriously, never let us assign Y/N to these kinds of missions,” Jaime quips, and the others nod in agreement.

After the mission, you find yourself confined to Kole’s room in the Titans' tower, wrapped in his strong arms as he plants soft kisses all over you.

Never again it seems.

Kole Anders tag: @no-bishes @darkfaethedestroyer @dead-ry-walking @chalkadow @eclecticeaglebluebird @mistake34 @dandelion-delusion

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⋆˙⟡THREE “TROUBLES”⋆˙⟡

⋆˙⟡YJ!BIRDFLASH X TAMARANEAN!MALE!READER⋆˙⟡

SYNOPSIS: the three troubles of being in a polyamorous relationship of two human boys and one prince alien. 

GENRE: fluff + silly

INFO: reader is practically Starfire for young Justice cause I wish there was a Tamaranean for young Justice!!! Dick and Wally are such munchkins for their cute and bubbly alien boyfriend that’s so dangerous.

WC: 998

FIRST TROUBLE.

The first problem is who gets to cuddle the damn alien first.

Dick preps his time to know when Wally will try and speed over into your arms.

The minute Wally tried to sneak into your room, smirking like a damn evil Orange cat—his smirk drops seeing dick laugh at his face as he is in the warm arms of you.

The sun’s solar energy you absorb daily is a blessing for cold nights, body warm, he snuggles further as Wally pouts.

“Dude cmon! Move for me!” He says, annoyed as you were already knocked out in the bed as dick just grinned a Cheshire Cat grin.

“You snooze, you lose Wally.” As he said this, dick closes his eyes only for him to grunt when faced with the floor.

“More like, you kiss the floor.” The now redhead smirks as he is on top of you and dick is on the ground.

Dick sits up, clutching his head, giving the speedster a death glare as Wally just smirks.

The cuddle wars have begun.

You didn’t even notice what was going on as your beautiful [color/tanned/golden] skin was shown with beauty due to being shirtless. It was one of those days where you would just fly around shirtless.

Not caring whilst your blazing green eyes scan the living room of the base, you float to the couch, sitting down and letting out a small sigh with relaxation.

Immediately, dick was on Wally’s, hitting him as Wally crashed onto a wall.

“Get off dude!”

“No!”

The two boys had ruined your peace, your eyes showing clear annoyance. Eye twitching, you see the two boys wrestling around the floor like a damn cartoon.

“Boys!” You yelled with a bellow, your voice boomed, hair floating with fiery passion as you huff.

The two teenage boys stopped, pausing as dick had bit Wally’s arm, and Wally was about to punch the boy wonder.

“I have had enough of the fights.” You flew off the couch to grab them both by the back of their shirts. “I wish to have my boys come to peace, and not the drifting as we watch the talking sponge.” You said sternly, floating towards the couch and sitting them down.

It of course ends with the two boys cuddling onto you, loving your warm body as Wally and dick smirk at each other.

What sneaky gremlins you have.

SECOND TROUBLE.

Second problem, is their jealousy for you.

The minute you have to kiss someone to learn their language for a mission, literally Wally is bubbling with a pout as Dick is sooo nonchalantly death staring the person.

Woman or man.

It’s on sight.

It’s so dramatic after the mission as Artemis jokes about how the suspect was cute and how “lucky” you were to kiss them.

You awkwardly shrugged while Wally and Dick are planing murder. Inside their head of course! Who tells their plan out loud?

But no… OH NO.

Their jealousy hits more different if you both are relaxing, it’s a free day from handling crime as the sidekicks of the justice league.

Say a guy comes over to you as you were munching on delicious cotton candy, you’re at a carnival—amused by the sweet cloudy goodness.

“Hey cutie, you alone?” He says as he smirks, acting like a big shot while you just tilt your head confused.

“I am certainly not, my two mates should be near?” Your confused tone confused the male as out of no where, Dick and Wally wrap their arms around you.

Wally having a nice goofy facade while dick also has a grin, but his eyes say something else.

“Hey dude, thanks for keeping our boyfriend company while we get him some more cotton candy. Matter of fact—” Wally gives you another cotton candy, leading for your eyes to light up. 



“Thank you!” You give him a quick kiss, Wally smiles at the kiss as dick keeps his eyes on the guy who seems shocked at you dating two guys.

“Are you dead ass?!” He yells as he points at Dick and Wally. The two said boys narrow their eyes, ignoring your cute confusion.

“I am neither the dead nor the ass. I love both of my boys.” You walked off, eating the cotton candy with a happy expression.

Wally and Dick snicker evilly, following their tall boyfriend who doesn’t even realize how much power he holds over them.

THIRD TROUBLE.

The third most problem, is their clingy mentality. Literally all over you, you love them too!

You use to be clingy to them both and you first came here to earth, always showing affection towards the two boys.

Always on dick’s arm, wrapping your own around his and vice versa with Wally.

But now since you’ve come to the terms of privacy of the human ways. It seems as if the roles reversed after you and the two sidekicks became lovers.

Never in your life have you ever been cornered by midgets, aka your boyfriends who get closer to you with their hands out like zombies.

“Cmon babe.. don’t run. We ain’t gonna harm you~” Wally says smugly

“I don’t condone to your human shenanigans!” You exclaimed, sweatdropping as Robin pulled out silk matching pajamas.

One is blue, one is orange, and one is pink.

You get ready to fly off before Wally ran around you using his super speed, changing your outfit to the pink.

You stood there shocked, looking down at the nice sleek pink shirt with your initial.

You looked back up to god knows what how dick and Wally changed fast, sure Wally could.

But dick? You don’t know how unless dick has Wally changed him.

“Ah!” You squeak, feeling Wally speed off as wind hits your face, your hair hitting your face as dick smirks.

“You can’t escape movie night, Fire.”

You were soon trapped between them both,both teenaged boy had their arms around the Tamaranean male who pouts.

“This sucks more than Pudding of Sadness..”

[deadghosy]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁#FAIR AMUSEMENT. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

⭑.ᐟPair: Damian Wayne x Roth! Male reader

ᯓ★Summary: The small Roth spending time with the small Wayne, the two boys start to have fun until Damian gets annoyed at seeing a boy acting a little too “friendly” with the raven he finds beautiful.

ᯓ★Note || Y/N is the little brother of Raven, hero name is Corvus. The Latin name for Raven.

ᯓ★WC: 613

a rewrite of this

"Roth," Damian says, glancing at the boy in front of him as he walks ahead with palpable excitement. "Huh? Sorry, Damian, what were you saying?" Y/N responds, noting the familiar frown on Damian's face. "Why are you so enthusiastic about...amusement?" he remarks, and Y/N pouts in response.

"Damian, I'm excited because I'm spending this time at the fair with you! I’ve never really had fun at a fair, or is it an amusement park? I honestly can’t tell the difference," Y/N admits with a light chuckle. Damian looks away, feeling warmth creep to his face as he clenches his jaw. "Hey! Niños, don’t wander too far!" Jaime calls out, noticing that the two boys have drifted away from the group. Garfield is already off, likely stirring up trouble or racking up tickets.

"Got it! C'mon, Damian, I heard there's a game where you shoot at fake ducks to win a huge stuffed animal!" Y/N exclaims. Damian maintains his stoic expression, attempting to conceal his intrigue, though his eyes betray him. Y/N’s focus shifts to the surrounding attractions—cotton candy, loud music—yet Damian knows the boy is eager for the shooting game, so he leads him on their "quest."

When they finally arrive at the game stand, the vibrant lights and colors ignite Y/N's enthusiasm. Time slows as Y/N turns to him, leaving Damian in a state of unexpected awe. Is this what those main characters in sappy romance movies experienced during slow-motion scenes? Yes, this is exactly how he feels. With excitement, Y/N points to a large penguin. "Look! They have a huge stuffed animal, just like I said!" Damian crosses his arms loosely. "I see it, Roth."

Without hesitation, Y/N eagerly grabs the shotgun. After handing over the money, Y/N begins, though struggles to hold the gun steady. The worker at the counter seems impatient. Damian shoots an icy glare at the man, making his annoyance dissipate. Just then, another boy, roughly their age, approaches, attempting to guide Y/N.

Damian's eyes narrow; he doesn't like the way the boy is looking at Y/N. Crossing his arms, he glares until the boy leans in to whisper something, prompting Y/N to chuckle. That’s it—Damian makes his move, stepping in and positioning himself behind Y/N. He places his hands on Y/N’s arms, ensuring they’re readied to aim at the ducks.

“Y/N, focus on the ducks. Shoot.” You comply instantly, and Damian can’t help but smirk at your success. As you win the penguin, he steps back, but not before indulging in a little pettiness of his own by trying the game himself. With perfect aim, he shoots and wins another penguin. Y/N's eyes widen in admiration while Damian notices the other boy scoffing and walking away. With a self-satisfied swagger, Damian wraps an arm around Y/N, who beams while hugging the two winning penguins.

“Best night ever!” Y/N declares as they climb back into the car with the team. Garfield is already snoozing, Jaime not far behind. Kory drives, with your sister in the passenger seat. Raven glances back, a smile creeping onto her face as she sees Y/N's joy. "Little crow, where did you get those?" she asks softly.

"I won one for myself with Damian's help. But he got me another one," you reply, grinning. As you lean against Damian, he initially stiffens but soon relaxes, a smile hidden by his hand. He stares out the window, captivated by his own reflection.

"That was generous of you, Damian. Thank you," Raven says, her tone warm. Damian simply hums in response, still lost in thought as he reflects on the happiness of the moment. And in that instant, he feels a sense of satisfaction too.

[deadghosy]

my hero | dante x reader

(dante sparda x reader | can be set in DMC'S game universe or anime! inspired by re4.)

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

When Dante was hired to rescue the daughter of a powerful, fortune-telling family, he expected someone pristine. Proper. Maybe soft-spoken, mysterious, and grateful to be saved.

Not... this.

He had slayed demons—multiple demons, mind you, just to reach the creepy, crumbling church where you were kept. Solved a ridiculously hard puzzle, nearly got impaled by a swinging axe trap, and had to put up with the scent of brimstone and rotting pews the whole way.

And this is how you  greeted him?

With a candlestick. To the chest.

Dante staggered slightly, looking down at the now-bent bronze stick protruding from his jacket. His eyes flicked up to the girl standing in front of him, panting, your expression twisted in panic. Her eyes were wide. He could practically hear your heart racing.

“Not the hello I was expecting,” he muttered, yanking the candlestick out of his chest and tossing it aside with a clatter. The wound was already closing.

Honestly, you were kind of a sight, even if your first impression was... intense. He glanced between you and the photo your had given him. Same eyes. Same pouty lips.

Definitely her.

“Who... the hell are you?!” you snapped, stumbling back and dropping to the floor, scurrying away like a terrified cat.

He placed a hand on his hip, unimpressed.

“I’m Dante. I’m here to save you.”

“No, you’re not! You’re-you're one of those things! You’re here to finish the job!”

Dante sighed. “Your father hired me to save you, princess. You can chill.”

But you weren’t having it. You grabbed a piece of broken wood like a sword and aimed it at him, still shaking.

“That’s it.”

Before you could react, he darted forward with lightning speed, hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, and threw you over his shoulder.

“Put me down! I swear to God - let go of me! This is kidnapping! You animal!”

“Yeah, yeah. Screaming won’t help your case.”

You flailed and kicked and pounded your fists against his back.

“I’m going to curse you! I’m going to curse your entire bloodline!”

“Aw, that’s cute,” he said with a smirk. “You think I haven’t already been cursed.”

And with that, Dante walked out of the church, the echo of your outraged shrieking following behind him as he carried you straight into your unwanted rescue.

He already knew this mission was going to be a pain.

But hell if it wasn’t going to be entertaining.

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Okay... maybe you weren’tthat bad.

After he explained the situation to you—albeit while covering your mouth mid-scream—you started to calm down. A little. And after he saved you from, oh, multiple demon attacks, you finally stopped stabbing him with random objects.

Now, you followed his lead like a wary cat, tiptoeing behind him through the ruins of a quiet village. At first glance, it looked abandoned. Peaceful. But you knew better. Dante had warned you, some of the villagers weren’t villagers at all.

Demons. Disguised. Watching.

You stuck close, barely breathing.

Suddenly, Dante stopped and motioned toward a metal trash can.

You blinked. Confused. “What?”

He kept his voice low. “Hide.”

You looked from him… to the trash can… then back again.

“Seriously?” you hissed.

He turned to face you, clearly baffled. “Yes. Seriously. No choice, princess.”

You groaned and dragged your feet toward the bin like it was your destiny.

“This is so disgusting,” you muttered under your breath. “Ew. Ew. Ew.”

Dante smirked as he heard the faint, pitiful complaints from within. Then, without missing a beat, he drew Ebony and Ivory from his holsters.

“It’s showtime, baby.”

Gunfire erupted just as you hunkered down. Inside the trash can, you flinched at every bang, every crack, every roaring screech from the demon horde. Then you heard it:

“WOOHOO!”

You couldn’t help it,you laughed. A wacky wohoo pizza man saving your life? Not exactly what your cards had predicted. But fate clearly had a wild sense of humor.

The noise outside started to fade. Silence crept back in. Your heartbeat rose.

What if it wasn’t Dante who opened the lid next?

But a moment later, the top popped open and there he was—grinning like a devil who just cleaned house.

“You good there, princess?” he teased, but there was something softer in his tone now. A flicker of concern.

You sighed, brushing your hair from your face.

“Not the best, but it can do.”

He chuckled and offered a hand, easily lifting you out and carrying you from the filth like a damn knight in blood-stained leather.

“You don’t have to worry,” he said over his shoulder. “We’re near the castle. We’re almost out. I’ll have you back to your pops in no time.”

You looked up at him, something warm blooming in your chest. You clasped your hands together.

“Dante?”

He glanced back. “Hmm?”

“Thank you. For saving my life.”

He paused. Just for a moment.

“No need,” he said casually, turning away again. “It’s my job. Come on now—time’s valuable.”

And off you went.

You, the trash-can princess.

And him, the demon-slaying, woohoo-yelling knight.

Yeah… maybe you guys were a nice team.

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You were cursed, a demon’s blood was injected inside you while you were unconscious.

One moment, you were walking beside Dante through the castle’s silent halls, chatting about exit plans and the next, your feet froze.

Your body stilled.

“Hey,” Dante called casually from ahead. “You good there, Princess?”

He turned, eyebrow raised. But when he took a step toward you, your hand shot up, swift and deadly. Before either of you could react, your fingers wrapped tightly around his throat.

The grip was monstrous. Not yours. Not truly.

“The girl… is mine,” a voice growled through your lips. Hollow. Unrecognizable. You watched in horror, unable to scream, to cry, to stop.

Dante choked beneath your hold, eyes never leaving yours even as he struggled. He could’ve fought back. He should’ve. But he didn’t. He was afraid of hurting you.

Then just as suddenly, the grip loosened. Your knees buckled and you collapsed, only to be caught by warm, steady arms.

“W-What… happened?” you gasped, blinking rapidly.

Dante smiled at you gently. “Nothin’ much, princess. It’s good to have you back.”

Now, the two of you were in the underground levels, taking a breather in one of the rare safe zones. A “save point” you called it, after one of the video games you played. A friendly mercenary from above had set up a dummy shooting range and Dante took to it like a kid at an arcade, blasting each target with confident ease.

And your cheers? They only made him better.

“Woo! Ten in a row!” “Nice shot, cowboy!” “Is this your secret stress relief?”

Your laughter echoed off the stone walls and Dante couldn’t stop the smirk tugging at his lips. He never thought babysitting a rich girl would be this… fun.

He wasn’t gonna lie, it felt nice, having you around.

But behind your claps and witty quips… something was stirring.

As he reloaded for another round, he noticed the silence. No clapping. No teasing remarks.

He turned, and there you were, staring at your hands. Your expression was distant. Haunted. The veins beneath your skin looked darker. Angrier. Your smile was gone.

“Hey,” Dante called softly, walking toward you. “You good, princess?”

You looked up at him, guilt swimming in your eyes.

“I hurt you,” you whispered.

“You had no control over that.”

“But still!” you snapped, frustration breaking through. “What if I do lose control? What then?”

You looked around the area, eyes glassy. Tears were beginning to pool, and you hated it.

“I’m sorry, Dante…” Your voice cracked. “I’m just… so scared.”

His eyes softened instantly.

“When that happened… I was there. Inside my body. Screaming, but no one could hear me. It was like… like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from!”

You stumbled forward, leaning into his chest. He didn’t hesitate—his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly, protectively.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Just the sound of your quiet sobs, and the steady beat of his heart.

Then he smiled into your hair and whispered:

“You’re the strongest girl I’ve known, (Y/N). What you did back in the castle while I was trapped and unable to reach you? You handled yourself like a damn pro. You’re gonna beat this. I know you will.”

He gently pulled back to look at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I’m gonna bring you home safe.”

Your eyes met his.

For once, the fear inside you faded just a little, replaced by something warm. Trust. Hope. Maybe even something more.

“Now come on, don’t you wanna try this shooting game?”

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It had taken over.

Veronica. It was the name of the demon that had fully consumed your body, turning you into a twisted mirror of yourself. Black veins streaked across your face, eyes glowing an unnatural red, your voice dripping with venom as she mocked Dante with every word.

But the hardest part wasn’t the speed of her attacks. It wasn’t the razor-sharp accuracy or the maddening, taunting laugh echoing in the chamber.

It was you.

You,whose body Veronica now wore like a trophy, was why Dante hesitated. Each bullet, each strike, each blow brought him closer to ending the fight… and possibly hurting the one person he didn’t want to lose.

You, who had laughed with him in the darkest of places. You, who was the clear representation of why he saves humans. You, who made even a devil feel a little more human.

Then came the moment.

Veronica, grinning wickedly, spotted the flicker of hesitation.

“Jackpot,” she hissed. “So this is the weakness of Sparda’s son…”

She lunged for him—fangs bared, blade raised—but she stopped.

She froze.

From inside the shell, you fought. Screaming in silence. Pushing against the darkness. Your hands trembled mid-strike, and your knees gave out. Her control faltered.

“No… no!!” Veronica howled in rage.

As Dante effortlessly slices through the demons, his eyes never leave you. He could feel it, too, the pull, the connection, even though you were trapped inside that monster. But now, he had you back. You were fighting for control, resisting the demon’s urges to hurt him, and damn, if that didn’t make him proud.

The demon smirked, but it faltered when it realized you weren’t backing down. Dante grinned, his confidence returning like a wave crashing over him. "That’s my girl," he muttered under his breath. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he entered his Devil Trigger, the power surging through him.

The demon howled in defiance. “NO! I am the queen of everything! I WILL NOT FALL!”

Dante shot a look full of cocky confidence. "Yeah? Well, guess what? You’re about to get dethroned."

With one final slash, the demon’s body was sliced in half. You fell, but before you could hit the ground, Dante was already there, catching you in his arms. You blinked, your vision blurry, then you smiled up at him, warmth flooding your chest.

“D-Dante…?”

He smiled. “Gotcha.”

You blinked at him, dazed, but safe. Then you grinned weakly. “My hero.”

“Good to have you back, princess. I missed you.”

You looked up at him with a teasing smile. “Yeah?”

Before he could answer, static crackled through his comm. Lady’s voice cut in.

“You’ve got exactly five minutes before this place goes boom. Underground tunnel. Vehicle’s waiting. Move your asses.”

Dante rolled his eyes. “Buzzkill.”

He looked down at you again, cocky grin back in place.

“Well, what do you say, princess? Care for one last ride?”

You smirked, brushing hair from your face. “I’d be honored.”

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

The jet ski roared across the water, moonlight shimmering off the waves. You screamed in exhilaration, clinging to Dante’s back as the wind whipped through your hair.

Finally, he slowed, stopping right in the middle of the vast, open sea. The stars above were glittering. Everything was still.

Dante leaned back slightly, looking over his shoulder.

“Not bad, huh?” he said with that familiar cocky lilt.

You chuckled breathlessly, cheeks flushed.

“What a crazy first date.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You consider this a date?”

You hummed. “Mm… yeah. I mean, you picked me up, saved my life, took me for a ride—kinda romantic.”

Dante chuckled, low and smooth. “Damn. Guess I’ve still got it.”

Then you leaned forward, close to his ear.

“You’ve been putting in work all day, Dante. How about some overtime? I’m sure you’ll enjoy this shift a lot more.”

He tilted his head slightly, that cocky smirk growing.

“I don’t think that’s in the company handbook... but to hell with it.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he twisted the throttle, sending the jet ski speeding ahead. “Hang on tight, princess.”

The engine roared, and the two of you shot forward, the water crashing around you as your arm found its way on his waist. Dante’s grin widened, his satisfaction palpable, especially when he glanced at you, a loving look in his eyes.

So this is what his father felt when he fell in love with his mother, Eva.

And Dante knew it all too well..

He hit the jackpot with you.

[deadghosy]

Writing for Wattpad about an iseaki’d OC x atla x isekai’d male reader ima do one day, should the reader get bending or stay a non bender. The oc will be a fire bender but like it will only come at the right time. I NEED YOUR OPINIONS

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"Caleb becomes a wet rat (and gets unpixelated?!)"

Chapter 7: Helpless

Pairing: Caleb x GN Reader

Word count: 1105

Genre: Reverse isekai, fluff, romance, comedy, supernatural, angst, slow burn

Rating: General Audiences

Triger Warnings: none

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The following night, once dinner had been served and dishes cleaned up, Caleb settled down by himself in a corner of the couch. After inviting him to join you in the warmth of the bedroom and Caleb refusing to budge, you gave him one last glance and retired to your room by yourself for the night.

The living room lamp left a warm and ambient glow around the room. Silence filled the air and Caleb’s thoughts started to wander off. You had left him with much to think about.

For whatever reason, the last scene you had played through came to his mind.

He had watched himself kiss the hand of a sleeping woman (MC, you had called her.. He thought.) and left to deal with the cleanup operation.

Caleb was starting to understand a bit of the premise for this game that you seemed to like playing. The main character, which you, the player was taking the role of, was a hunter “he” had grown up with. From the orphanage to his days in the DAA. Someone his other version was fixated on his entire life. Someone important.

It was a stark contrast to his own reality. The people in his life came and went. None of them were a constant, just a fleeting memory, ending on a sour note a lot of the time. The classmates who envied his genius and followed him in the hopes of getting attached to his name, the researchers that wanted a piece of his strength. The soldiers who betrayed him at the end of their lives. Even the woman who took him in got murdered.

Most of them forgotten, locked away in the back of his mind, never to witness an ounce of his attention again. Others, dead. For the better. According to him, anyway.

Caleb couldn’t wrap his head around the thoughts of wanting to protect someone to the point of obsession. There was a certain level of intimacy and understanding you would need with someone, to reach that point in your life where you would do anything to protect them. He never got to that point with anyone. The closest form of mutual understanding he had with anyone was that if he crossed them, he would be killed, and if they crossed him, they would be killed. 

The only time he felt close to someone was when he was dreaming. A one sided, yet deep understanding of the other’s emotions. And even those dreams, of someone that might or might not exist, were blurring visions. It was a ridiculously lonely situation.

Yet, there was possibly a version of him out there who had the chance to experience mutual understanding, instead of seeking one seemingly crafted by his mind. Even if it was in a story, playing out on the screen in the form of a roleplay game.

For the first time in his life, 

Caleb envied the thought of what could’ve been.

…

Caleb, to his discomfort, woke up hungry. Before, whenever this happened, he would’ve just gotten straight out of bed and whipped up something quick for himself. Now, however, the story was different. And his tiny cat paws couldn’t hold a single thing, much less a knife or chopsticks. He was stuck like this unless he somehow magically gained human hands again.

It had only been very few days since he came into this world, and he didn’t know how long he would be stuck like this before you woke up and served breakfast. Or if you woke up for breakfast at all. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands (paws).

He hopped off the couch and walked over to the kitchen area, sniffing the air. He was trying to remember where you put the cat food when the familiar scent of the food from yesterday’s dinner hit him. You had served him some kibble in a bowl, which was currently lying with the rest of the clean dishes next to the sink.

He jumped up onto the counter under the cupboard that smelled like cat food, sitting there for a moment and eyeing the cupboard to figure out his next move.

I should be able to reach it, right?

He jumped with his front paws aiming for the door handle.

As soon as the door opened, a box of cat kibble came flying out, spilling like rain everywhere.

…

You were brushing your teeth in the bathroom when you heard a loud thud and a “MREOW!” which suspiciously sounded like the cat in your living room. The speed at which you then proceeded to run out might've put even Usian Bolt at shame.

“Mmph-!” You stared at the scene in front of you with the brush still in your mouth.

Caleb was sitting on the kitchen counter, with cat kibble lying everywhere. From the counter to the floor. The cupboard on top was hanging open with the cat food box lying on the ground. And Caleb sat there, with his little paws tucked close to his body and his ears drooping low. He looked guilty as hell, not even looking at you. Just staring down, at the counter, at the evidence of the crime he just committed.

Your shoulders slouched and you shook your head. What a start to the weekend.

You went back to your bathroom and rinsed your mouth quickly, wiping your face as you walked back to the crime scene.

You looked at the cat which was now trying to push the kibble together, his paws doing an absolute amount of nothing against the food. It wasn’t even angering at that point. You just pitied him.

“You.. were you hungry? You should’ve woken me up earlier instead of trying to get this on your own, smart boy.” You said as you gathered the kibble together. He stepped back as he watched you clean.

As soon as the area surrounding him was clean, you looked at him. Surprisingly enough, he looked back at you, meeting your eyes. His ears were still drooping. 

“You could’ve gotten hurt.” You said firmly. He looked away as you kept staring.

He can’t really understand me, can he? 

..I wish he would trust me more.

You sighed as you reached out for him slowly. He didn’t flinch or move away, just staying still, looking down. Does he feel guilty?

You pet him gently. His paws shifted a bit as he leaned in towards you, head still hanging low.

For a reason you didn’t understand, your heart sank.

He looked so.. Helpless.

Like a child who was struggling to fit into his surroundings.

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"Caleb becomes a wet rat (and gets unpixelated?!)"

Chapter 6: Homecoming Wings

Pairing: Caleb x GN Reader

Word count: 1180

Genre: Reverse isekai, fluff, romance, comedy, supernatural, angst, slow burn

Rating: General Audiences

Triger Warnings: none

A/N: I recommend replaying through Homecoming Wing's first part of chapter 1 while reading this !! i've also made a tag for this fic called fic: wet rat caleb which will be used to post updates on the future chapters and bonus content related to this story, just for fun

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Caleb was knocked out of his thoughts by your excited chattering.

“Let’s goooo!!! Caleb’s chapter released!” His head whipped towards your direction.

You looked up, sensing the stare. “Oh, not you, Caleb. I meant, like, Caleb-Caleb, you know? The actual Caleb from the game.” You lifted up the ipad to show him your screen. It was only for a brief moment, and Caleb was unable to catch what was written on the screen.

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. This was his chance.

He walked over and jumped on the couch, sitting right next to you. He glanced at the ipad and then back to your face.

You were staring at him in shock.

Oh. Oh my god. He’s sitting next to me.

He blinked at you with his purple eyes, not saying anything. His tail flicked to his side.

Okay. Okay. Stay calm. You don’t want to scare him away by reacting too loud.

“You really are interested in Caleb, huh? I knew it.. Even cats are going to like him.” You turned your focus back to the ipad in your lap, which was currently on the chapter selection menu for the main story.

Are we really talking about me? This much enthusiasm.. It’s unsettling. 

Caleb was a bit confused. He knew for sure that the man on the screen was him, but he didn’t understand why you were so excited when you saw him. Both of you had watched the same video.

There was still a lot Caleb didn’t understand about the video. The man was him, but it wasn’t him. 

“Did you honestly think I would always be the kind hearted boy from your childhood?”

He was talking to someone. Someone from his childhood?

There was no one. No one worth remembering, anyway.

What disturbed him more was the experiment report.

[They are the optimal weapon for destroying each other. This experiment is never to be restarted.]

One thing he was sure about was that there was no one, absolutely no one, who had been turned into a weapon the same way he was. That is how he rose to the ranks of Colonel, and that is how it’s supposed to remain. There was no one who had been able to endure the experiments long enough to be as powerful as him. 

And that is why he didn’t understand what was going on in the video.

Or what was going on in general, to be fair. He had turned into a cat. A cat!

And here I thought things couldn’t get any worse when grandma was killed.

Snapping back to reality, he read the text on your ipad screen.

Homecoming Wings: Vanishing Skyward.

He watched your eyes twinkle.

“The background is so beautiful. That’s Skyhaven, I think..” 

You were right. It was a picture of Skyhaven from a distance. He could recognize the layout of that island anywhere, it was his base after all. Or his prison. Depends on how you look at it.

“Let’s find out what you’ve been up to while MC has been suffering, Caleb.” You poked his head gently.

He narrowed his eyes on you. It was amusing how you talked to a cat, but the cat was still him. The situation was somewhat laughable, he thought.

You tapped on the block titled “01 Story: Infiltration”.

He read the text on the screen alongside you. It looked like it was written from someone else’s perspective.

“She’s dreaming about the explosion?” You muttered, focused on the screen.

Caleb’s eyes widened as the words “Aether Core”, “Ever”, and Bloomshore District Explosion” appeared on the screen one by one.

The scene seemed to switch from an office to the scene of an explosion. 

Reporter A - “It’s been a week since the explosion in the Cascade District. The Farspace Fleet still has the region under lockdown.”

Caleb was baffled.

…

You stared at the screen in silence for an entire minute once the cutscene ended.

“Did you see that?” Caleb wasn’t sure if you were talking to him or yourself. Frankly, he didn’t care. He was just as shocked as you.

“I think infold really loves to introduce their characters while they kill someone.” You said, referencing a certain white haired man with a crow.

Caleb, on the other hand, was lost in thought.

The scenes that had just unfolded on the screen hadn’t happened too long ago to him. He had killed the man who had tried to sink his ship in the deepspace, on his first mission as Colonel. It had been a couple months since then and Caleb had adjusted well to the endless attempts at people trying to dethrone him, courtesy of Ever.

It was a weird experience watching it unfold from a different perspective, however. And even weirder when it’s from an ipad screen of a random person who didn’t know he was right there, next to them.

At this moment, his life felt like a fever dream.

…

Currently, you’re having the biggest crash out you’ve had since you started playing this game. And a cat was witnessing it all, sitting at his place next to you on the couch.

“Girl, oh my god..” 

“You did not just get drugged by that guy. You did not—” You cut yourself off.

You looked at the cat next to you.

“Caleb, Do you see this shit? Do you???”

Caleb did, in fact, see the shit. And saying that he was flabbergasted would be an understatement. 

“They deserved a better reunion scene. What the fuck was that?? “It really is me.” Who says that after being declared dead?” You mimicked Caleb’s voice line, clearly annoyed.

“And the MC just.. Accepted it? And then proceeded to stay at his home?”

That was not what Caleb was worried about. He was more so focused on the fact that he was a video game character in this world. And with a story which was eerily similar to his own, at that.

Just without the hunter.

I have no idea what you’re talking about. Caleb continued watching as you ranted.

“There's so much shit going on in this story, man..”

Strangely enough, Caleb didn’t think that his actions in the story were out of character for him. He didn’t resonate with the need to protect someone like the MC in the game, but in the end, he had still ended up in the same position as the other version of himself, regardless of whether that hunter was in the picture or not.

He had been forced to survive on his own either way. The only difference was that he had no one waiting for him at the end of it all. His desperation was fueled by his need to feel even a semblance of control over his life, which had been thrown into disarray since he was young.

And it was happening once again. This time, with an obviously cat-shaped dilemma.

Yet, maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind it as much.

A certain someone sitting next to him was altering his reality, oblivious to it all.

And he was starting to accept it.

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"Caleb becomes a wet rat (and gets unpixelated?!)"

Chapter 5: Cat Instincts and Open Skies

Pairing: Caleb x GN Reader

Word count: 1043

Genre: Reverse isekai, fluff, romance, comedy, supernatural, angst, slow burn

Rating: General Audiences

Triger Warnings: mentions of human experimentation (nothing graphic)

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You looked like you were about to defenestrate Caleb. He (Caleb. The cat.) looked at you with a certain level of smugness only a cat could achieve to express as an animal.

Defenestrate

verb (rare) To throw someone out the window.

How did you get here? Well..

…

“Apple themed items for our apple themed cat!” You declared.

An apple shaped silver name tag, matching with a thin red collar with a cute little mini apple charm, an apple chew toy plushie. Caleb was having visual overload from all the apples.

“And an apple themed cat headband.” His ears perked up in alarm at that and his eyes narrowed at you.

You picked up the head accessory. Caleb watched in horror.

“So, Caleb, which one will it be first? The headband?” You then picked up the collar in your other hand. “Or the collar?”

I’m not a cat. This can’t be happening right now. I Am. NOT. A. Cat.

He watched as your face broke out into a mischievous grin.

He backed away.

“Which one? Come on! It’s dress up time!”

And then broke into a full blown sprint.

…

That leads you to your current predicament. 

“This is foul play..” You muttered, cross-armed and staring up at the cat basking in his victory.

If I’m going to get treated like a cat, I’m going to use being a cat to my advantage.

And so, he was now resting on the top of your kitchen cabinet, way out of your reach.

“Get back down this instant.” You said firmly.

Caleb stared down at you, amused. His tail flicked to his side as if to mock you.

“Meow.” No.

“Fine, then. I see how it is.” 

Time to bring out the big guns. You smirked. The cat’s eyes narrowed down at you in suspicion.

You went back to the shopping pile and scanned the different foods you had bought for Caleb. Picking out a snack stick that read “PREMIUM MEAT”, you went back to the kitchen area, grinning to yourself.

Caleb watched as you cut it open with scissors and swinged it in the air like a flag in his direction.

What.. she thinks that’ll convince me? He sighed, feeling unimpressed.

Until the smell of the snack wafted in the air. He was done for.

Caleb had truly turned into a cat.

…

It was late into the evening. You were tired from running around all day, but the end results were satisfying enough for you to stay in high spirits. You watched the cat trudge around the house in his little apple themed collar and name tag. A sight to behold.

He looked annoyed as hell, but you had won fair and square. Unless you count tempting an animal with food foul play. Then, you should probably stop counting and start thinking.

You stretched your limbs as you finished putting away the various items you had bought today. There were still a few items you had in mind, like a cat bed and a few toys for him, but they would have to wait for another day. You had the necessary food and grooming items for now, which was enough.

It was time to wind down and relax. This was the start of your much deserved weekend, and you were planning on enjoying it to the fullest.

You sat down on the couch with your ipad in hand. A familiar game theme song filled the air.

“Some long for longevity, before fading to dust.. Some long for eternal sleep, and eulogy chanted by stars..”

…

Caleb was realizing that his behavior was starting to feel just like a cat’s. It was not the most joy inducing thought for him. 

It was difficult to control his cat instincts. His cat instincts.

What a weird thought. Turning into a cat while your mind was still human was fucking with his brain. He couldn’t control whether he was attracted to the smell of cat food or not, hence his defeat which was hanging around his neck. He hadn’t realized it yesterday (read: he was too busy with coming to terms with his human-turned-cat-in-the-middle-of-nowhere-and-then-getting-picked-up-by-a-random-person situation) but he was feeling repulsive to water when you tried to bathe him. It came so naturally to him that he hadn’t even questioned it.

His senses felt sharper, his movement was more fluid. Like a cat’s. Of course. He was a cat.

Another thing he was starting to realize was that this world was different from his own. There were no wanderer attacks, no deepspace tunnels. No protocore powered technology. In conclusion, the Chronorift Catastrophe never happened here. 

It reminded him of the older districts in Linkon, in a way. People still lived like the old times there, without a focus on technological advancements. They had resumed their lives as they were even after the tunnels had opened and wreaked havoc, though it was more of an imitation of the past as some adjustment to the state of the world was inevitable.

As a child, he had wondered what the world would be like if the skies had never opened up. Would the people around him be more.. Normal? Would he have never ended up turning into a lab rat? What would his life be like if he didn’t have any value as a weapon?

He couldn’t imagine it. His earliest memories were filled with wanderers, chaos, and then eventually, people in lab coats. Everything that had led up to the moment he became Colonel was a wanderer induced chain of events, or at least that’s what made the most sense to him. Life without all of that wouldn’t be his life.

Yet, what he was experiencing now, and the world he was in, was exactly what he had wondered about as a child. He wasn’t a weapon in this world, and he provided no value in discovering the origin of monsters that broke the skies open.

And the biggest contradiction was that despite it all, he was still being taken care of by a certain someone. He didn’t have to fight to keep anyone’s attention on him. 

He had dropped straight into the hands of someone who accepted him and took him in without having any reason to do so.

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Raccoon!reader + Robin!Jason bonding on a study night.

Raccoon!reader who always stumbles on their tiny human feet towards Jason’s room. He’s studying but his attention is soon driven onto the small raccoon shifter who chirps at him. Raising their tiny baby hands, Jason’s eyes widen before he feels like he could cry. Cry because why the fuck is this baby so adorable.

“Come to me you chunky thing.” He says, opening he arms and pulling from his desk. The baby soon waddles, smiling wide with their chirps, not learning human language yet. Their soft raccoon ears flicking upon their head, and their ringed tail just swishing around when they finally reach the male.

“Geez.. you’re getting heavy.” He says jokingly, ignoring how the small shifter pouts, the baby then noms onto Jason’s finger. Teething apparently since Jason wasn’t affected by the slight chomps.

Jason continued to study, patting the child’s back—making the racoon shifter softly fall asleep on his lap. Best night ever.

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Me fr

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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Batsibling!reader who’s the true middle child as they are a close age between Tim and Jason but further from dick and Damian.

They think they have no use around the house, but everytime they try and go out for their own thing, suddenly Damian wants to do puzzles with his older sibling.

Suddenly Tim wants help with a case, he locks his door subtly while you stare at the board filled with pictures and notes.

Suddenly Jason wants to take you out for dinner, or maybe a little stay home lunch as he has an apron on already. That’s weird..

And then dick suddenly wants to watch a movie with his cute baby bird! I mean who can deny such a good hang out with him.

What’s the point when Batsibling!reader is insecure, having the boys force them to depend on them even if they’re all grown up.

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❥𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.

⭐︎𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐱 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⭐︎Genre: drabble/ fluff

⭐︎Word count: 177

Jack stretched confidently, lying in bed with his stunning lover, the one he knew was the best in the whole wide world. Y/N Al-Ghul Wayne, his beautiful future spouse, would always stand by his side, no matter the challenges ahead. He turned his head, his blonde hair falling seamlessly against his face, and took in the sight of their peaceful, slumbering expression, a smile tugging at his lips.

He gently brushed his hand against their soft cheek, the contrast of his rough hands only emphasizing their delicate beauty. It dawned on him that he had never truly considered that someone like you would choose to stay by his side. His sweet obsession lay beside him, and he couldn't help but wonder how he had been fortunate enough to win your heart.

As he continued to think, sleepiness began to seep in. Jack scooted closer, firmly wrapping his arms around your body and pressing a tender kiss to your head. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing moment until, finally, he succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmossy @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240 @nightblanc @winter-world @valyntime @luxylucylou @timeastronomerdrawer @piratedelusion @existingtoreadfanfics @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @jjoppees @qhevy

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Hii could you pretty please do some headcannons of jack Quinn with a chubby partner 😻

♡⸝⸝𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

genre: headcannons ofc cause it says in the title lol

info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. But all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome

Call this man mark grayson cause he is in no rush if you want to lose weight. He lives for any body type you have cause he loves his partner.

Literally loves to lay on you or you lay on him, good god this man would go nuts!

His blue eyes go dark when you feel so confident to wear something and it fits so nice and snug on you. He’s just behind you, rocking you back and forth in his arms as he smiles. Loving that you’re all his.

He loves his chubby partner cause there’s more of them, and damn does he love kneading on them like a cat.

If anyone dared to talk shit about his partner, they aren’t even alive, they’re 6 feet under, never seeing the sun again.

You still his hoodies? Oh he dares you. Only for him to look like he’s a damn sick as he runs after you and trips like a complete dumbass

He’s always more excited than you when you show off a new outfit to wear, bro’s clapping his hands as he now goes through the clothes for you

100% has told so many compliments to your face, loving how you just stroll

He’s a good guy, of course he’ll always make sure you feel confident, he’ll do methods of it. And you can think of the methods.

Is the type of motherfucker to literally pick you up if you dare say “I’m too heavy :(“ like no tf you are not to that man, he’ll lift you. And if he can’t, he won’t complain, he’ll just work out for you more to lift you up like the prince/princess you are. No problem

Love you no matter what, ima say this again, and he will as will to his face. He loves you for you, no matter the size, gender, and, race, you are his lover.

And no one can say other than that or else they are getting the Jason todd treatment. (I’m sorry 😭😭)

Will always kiss the stretch marks, god he could look at the stretch marks for hours and describe them in way to the point to have it stop him as it starts to get too cheesy

But that’s the headcannons for now! Thanks for requesting this!

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