#Oh my X’hal

[beas-mind]

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[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Okay, I said previously I’d make a post about Mary and John in the Lost Carnival book.

Well, here’s some key moments I found the most interesting and memorable from that book, a further showcasing how close knit of a family the Flying Graysons 1.0 are, no matter which DCU they inhabit

Amazing Acrobats As Per Usual, to the point even Dick (in fairness in this elseworld he’s a teen that’s been performing for a long time with his family) can say it’s boring lol

John catching up with his son after a small incident, part of the larger story of course, making sure he’s alright

This scene ……Oh Me Oh My…Dear God, X’hal and Rao gosh I love this scene so freaking much. Mary being there to comfort her boy and giving life advice (Granted sure it’s an elseworld so meaning it’s not Kory being involved sadly though I state had it been Kory, this advice would still be there. Mary seems like that kind of Mom ya know?)

And finally, these respecting their son’s choices with his life at this story, sure maybe entering college is drastically different from say being a colorful costume clad crime fighter he is canonically but I’m sure Mary and John will be able to respect that one way or another had they been present.

Gosh, I swear these two were such a highlight in this book, it even makes me pardon the fact that romance here isn’t with Kory. Oh well though, I take what I can get lol

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[petalsinmoonlight]

previously on the vampire diaries

It was a freak accident. The two of them had tumbled down the stairs together after a misstep on Jordan's part. Taking her clumsily down with him until she'd landed on top of him. Somehow, in the fall their faces collided. Lips touching. It was not how he wanted his first kiss with Mari to go at all. His face was red with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Mari. Are you okay?"

Mar’i winced slightly as she sat up, dull pain throbbing in various body parts. Over all though, she was alright.  “Yeah I’m okay, you broke my fall. Are you okay?” she asked, looking down at him. Her head tilted at his red face before she looked down realized she was just sitting straddling him. “oh x’hal!” she exclaimed moving off of him quickly, her own cheeks gaining a red tint. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…I’m sorry.” she blushed. “did you get hurt? do you feel alright?” she asked him again, feeling bad he had to break her fall. She touched his face lightly. “I can get you ice?”

[sirenfromthelostcity]

Movie Night (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: OK so i’ve really been into Batman and the DC universe lately and have recently developed an infatuation with our boy Robin aka Damian Wayne here. This is just a little blurb, i’ve been suffering from writer’s block for such a long time now this was just a little something i thought of as i was watching a horror movie by myself lol. I’ve never written for this fandom before so i am a little nervous as i dont want to make the characters too OC so pls let me you know your thoughts on this, feedback would be greatly appreciated!! Alllssssoooo quick lil background for this lil blurb, you’re at the Titan tower you and Damian are like maybe 14-15, this is just fluff and super PG, this is just an idea i had and thought it’d be cute. Also your powers and abilities aren’t really specified here bc it’s not relevant to the plot but what is relevant is that you’re an alien lol but just think alien like Starfire so you still look human but you’re not from here and you only recently came here like maybe a year ago and you joined the Titans shortly after. I think that’s about it i’ve babbled long enough. Enjoy and please let me know if you liked it, thought it was too out of character or if you’d like more Damian content! Toodles! <333

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Being an honorary Teen Titan means training hard, fighting bad guys, knowing how to work as a team, and of course, the biweekly movie nights. It was an idea initially proposed by Beast Boy as a joke but much to his joy and amusement Starfire took it seriously and loved the idea. Starfire saw it as an excellent way for the team to bond and hang out and just enjoy a normal activity. 

Tonight it was Beast Boy’s turn to pick the movie. He of course picked Evil Dead. 

“It’s a classic!” he had said. 

Having not seen it before, Starfire and yourself were rather excited for the film. Quite frankly neither of you have seen an earthly horror film before at all so to watch a classic horror was a most thrilling idea. And then it started. 

The beginning was fine, normal with a certain sense of eeriness but of course that is expected of any good horror movie. The first scene in the woods was graphic and very frightening to say the least. As the film progressed it got even more graphic and frightening. So much so that you were instinctively sinking deeper and deeper into your seat and when you could no longer sink any deeper you’d subconsciously hide your head behind your teammate’s shoulder, Damian’s shoulder. To everyone’s surprise he didn’t say anything or react in any way to show annoyance or discomfort at your closeness. And to your surprise he remained completely composed during the whole film, gore and all. 

“How can you simply watch this with no difficulty?” you asked, head tucked away from the screen next to his shoulder.

“I grew up with the League of Assassins,” he muttered. “Nothing can scare me.”

“I was told about them. On my planet I trained with similar fearsome warriors but never have I seen such horrors that are displayed on this screen. Tell me, are all human films like this?”

You hide again as two of the possessed humans attack the lone survivor.

 “Definitely not. However, for once Beast Boy is right, this is a classic.” 

His smirk was brief but you saw it. It was only a little while ago that you discovered Damian actually did enjoy these movie nights. He was never actively against them but it was nice to know that he wasn’t indifferent to these events either or that he silently considered them insufferable.

“Is it almost over?”

“I suspect so. The final act is almost done.”

“Oh, thank X’hal,” you sighed.

After a few minutes the film finally ended. Damian gently patted your shoulder to inform you.

“It’s finished. You can come out now.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you finally realized how close you’ve been sitting next to him this whole time and for how long you’ve been using him as a shield from the screen. Thankfully Damian didn’t say anything else and you casually inched away a little to give him his space again. 

“That was uh... an interesting choice of film, Beast Boy,” said Starfire. “Would anyone like to watch another movie? If not, you do not have to stay.”

“I’ve got another awesome rec!” chimed in Beast Boy.

“Uhhh....”

“No, really, it’s harmless I swear! Beetlejuice!”

“Okay, that one’s actually not bad,” said Jamie.

“The film that is titled after a juiced insect?” you asked, confused. 

Jamie and Beast Boy laughed and assured you that it’s not exactly what it’s about and that it’s completely different from the movie you’ve just watched. Not feeling quite tired yet you decided to stay for the next strange movie. However, Starfire and Raven decided they’d go to bed instead and bid the team goodnight before heading to their rooms. Now that just left Beast Boy, Jamie, you, and Damian. 

To your delight the new movie was a lot more whimsical and way less bloody than the last. It was funny too yet somehow at some point you must’ve dozed off because the next thing you know you’re being awakened by Damian. You opened your eyes and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. 

“Oh, I am sorry.”

“It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.”

You looked around your surroundings and realized everyone else must’ve left for the night. Surely you other teammates must’ve made some comments about you falling asleep on Damian but thankfully you weren’t conscious to hear it.  Both you and Damian rose from your seats and proceeded to exit the common room. Your room was on the way to his so naturally you both walked together.

“Is it true what you said earlier?”

Damian looked over to you, needing more context to what you were referring to, “Which part?”

“That you fear nothing.”

“I don’t,” he said matter of factly. 

You lightly giggled at his response.

“What?” he crossed his arms against his chest. 

You both stopped walking as you reached your door. 

“Everyone fears something Damian.”

“I am not like everyone.”

“That is true,” you reasoned. “Still, it is only a natural emotion, not a weakness. Should you ever encounter a fear I hope to be there to shield you or help you as you have helped me tonight. Thank you.”

Not really knowing how to respond to your sentiment, Damian stayed silent. However you didn’t take this negatively. You calmly began to step closer to Damian until you managed to capture him into a hug. He felt his heart rate rapidly increase and only hoped you weren’t able to hear or feel it. Right when he was about to lift his hands up to hug you back but he suddenly felt you pull away and recede into your room.

“Goodnight, Damian.”

“Goodnight.”

Your door slid closed.

“.... You’re welcome.”

Falling out of his dazed trance Damian slowly began to walk back to his room, trying not to ruminate on what just happened but his reaction to it. Who would’ve thought that the one thing Damian Wayne fears the most are his emotions. 

Part 2!

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[image: 2 comic panels from the return of donna troy showing koriandr (starfire) holding a quarterstaff while fighting donna troy (as troia, in her silver armor). kory says “X’hal taught me the emotion a goddess should never inspire donna --” and donna thinks “ages ago, back on earth, Kory and I had this game we’d play. Battle staves were never my strong suit, so kory taught me to use them. Winner was the one left standing at the end of the match. Loser had to buy eveyrone ice cream.” Kory swings her stick and donna and donna blocks it. end image]

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oh thank god they remembered those gay-ass sparing scenes (link)

[pandoraimperatrix]

caught between goodbye and I love you

DickKory | Pining | Eventual smut | Two shots | Post season 3 AU

Chapter 1: My heart is a sad affair

Chapter 2: Too many moonlight kisses seem to cool in the warmth of the sun

Kory’s hands slid from Dick’s head, massaging his temples and cheekbones, spreading little butterfly pecks around his face to let him breath between her hungry kisses. Then, her hands kept going down, kneading his broad shoulders, easing away any tension he might still have, he shivered as her long nails scratched his chest downwards until her fingers reached his trousers, popping the button of his fly.

“Kory, wait,” he managed to say, using all his willpower to hold her hand from going further.

“Hmm,” she made, her mouth was now sucking his earlobe, Jesus fucking Christ, that woman.

“Wha-“ She somehow managed to step further into his personal space, her thigh rubbed against his crotch and Dick had to suck a breath in. “What do you mean?” he asked again voice trembling, not sure of how he was able to keep coherent.

His heart sunk when she sighed and pulled her hand from his, he was an idiot, she clearly didn’t come to chat and he was ruining everything. But to his surprise, she didn’t escape from their embrace, just pulled her face from the curve of his neck, her now freed hand grabbing his chin to make him look at her. God, she was so gorgeous, and the demanding way she handled his body made his skin sizzle.

“I meant,” she started, her thumb on his lower lip, “that, what I said the other time, I… I lied. I don’t see you as a friend. Well,” she smiled, that gorgeous smile of her, equal parts angelical and full of promises of exciting dirty things. “I do. But not just a friend-”

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As much as her rambling added so much to her charm, since it was so rare to see Kory uncertain of her words, he had been holding all those feelings, for so long torturing himself with the reality in which she told him that she didn’t feel like that for him back, and now, out of the nowhere... He just couldn't let it all go and enjoy. That was not him. It had to be a catch, something wrong. And if he was right about that, maybe he was right about the other stuff too. About how he had been carrying his fear of losing her at any second.

So, he had to ask again. Any bitter truth is better than a sweet lie.

“Why?”

“Why?” she chuckled and then kissed his jaw lovingly, ready to go back to where they were.

“Kor… Why did you lie?” He coached, his voice low, he was barely managing to keep it together, but he needed to know.

“Oh…” her eyes lowered, and she trembled, that helped him to emerge his attention from the pool of desire he was drowning.

“Kory, there’s something happening, isn’t it?” She closed her eyes, a guilty expression taking hold of her beautiful face, Dick held her firmer, he was starting to panic. That was his confirmation; her presence in his life had always been so good to be true. He always knew that. All this time he had been blaming his paranoia on the chip on his shoulder and his broken heart, but he had been correct. He this was a goodbye.

“Kory, please,” he kissed her cheek, and pulled her for a full hug, desperate for her to prove him wrong once more. To laugh at his fatalistic ways and tell him to relax. “Talk to me.”

“I’m going back to my planet,” she said the phrase he feared the most, each word drilled into his heart, he didn’t answer anything, just held her firmer, as if he could keep her forever like that “I can’t stay here.”

He sucked air in, and pulled apart just enough to see her beautiful face. Shiny tears stained her cheeks.

“But you and you sister agreed-“

Komand’r had left a month ago taking with her official proof that Kory was giving up her royal right to her sister and announcing that Earth was her new home.

“She sent me word from Tamaran. They still won’t accept her. I have to go, wear the crown, do my duty.”

“But-“

She was caressing his face again, the pads of her fingers softly following the lines on the surface of his skin, as if she was trying to learn every little part of him by heart…

“I’ve known for a while that would happen,” her voice broke, she pressed her face on his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt with both hands. “That’s why I lied to you” still horrified and confused, he caressed her hair, breathing in her scent, trying to make sure it was memorized, that no matter where she’d go, she’d still remain somehow within him.

“I didn’t want to make this harder than it has to be….” She continued, wiping her tears away. “But I decided that my last selfish act would be you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He couldn’t resist the way she said that last phrase and smashed his lips against hers again, pulling her impossibly close. Kory made a needy surprised noise that alone was enough to make him hard again, and when he pressed her against his dresser he made sure she’d know.

She pushed his chest away, and turned around, Dick understood the message, pulling her hair to the side and spreading open mouth kisses down her neck. She caught his eyes through the mirror, and although her smile reflected pure bliss, the new tears persisted to fall.

That wouldn’t do. He didn’t want their last night to be so full of sorrow.

“You have no idea,” but she continued, as his hands slid down her back, purposely ignoring the zipper of her dress. “When you went back together with Barbara” he answered the bitterness in her voice with a bite, she grabbed of his hands and pressed it against her breast. “I tried to convince me that it was alright,” his free hand reached her hips, marvelling at their perfect roundness, he strummed the silky fabric of her dress, pulling the seam up until his hand lied flat of the skin of her bare thigh.

“I thought…” it was becoming hard for her to keep talking and although he felt a wave of pride for rendering her speechless, his inquisitive mind still wanted to understand, and he wanted her to find relief by dumping all the weight she had been carrying alone all this time “that it was how things s-should be. Oh Dick-“ his fingers found the lacy edge of her underwear and Kory chocked. When he pulled his hand back to her inner thigh she let out a suffering sigh and continued with her explanation. “Even if I hurt. I thought… I thought things would be alright if you were happy.”

He had no idea that she was hurting that much too. He held her closer, resting his forehead against her neck.

“I thought if there was someone else to look after you,” instead of firm and needy, the grip on his hand on her breast became tender, “and help you with our kids... But then Rachel and Gar begged me to stay and you helped me to delude myself that there was a possibility…”

“Me?” One thing was she saying that she had feelings for him, another was she offering sex as a parting gift, and another completely different was she saying that what made her believe she could stay was him. Because that gave him hope, and hope is a very dangerous thing.

She looked shy for a woman who was just seconds before rubbing against his hard-on when she turned in his embrace again.

“You just had broken up with Barbara, and I couldn’t deny you anything because I was…” she swallowed, his heart was beating so hard he could almost hear it. Kory said a string of fast tamaranean words.

“Kory?”

“I can’t say it. Please don’t make me. This is bad enough, if I say it… I am… I… I fooled myself. This, us, it was too good to be true. Our little family, never in my life, I thought I’d ever get something like this. I never thought I even wanted it. But, after everything, when we came home, I knew you still had feelings for me… And X’hal…” she trailed off and looked away for a moment, but then raised her chin defiantly, a fierce expression in her face, green eyes shining with something akin to fury. “I wanted to accept them. I wanted to say fuck my duty, our family is better than that. I’d much better to be obligated to the you and Rach and Gar. Fuck the all our differences, I’d take the little I had with you over eternity with people that would kill children and their own daughter for power. I love my family and Tamaran. But that’s not enough anymore. I was afraid this would happen, but I didn’t want to believe it would be this soon, and now… Now…”

“Now what?”

She held his face between her hands again.

“Now this is all I can offer you. This night.”

“We’ll find a way,” he begged, picking one of her hands and kissing her palm.

Dick had never seen her smile turn up so sad.

“Please don’t this. I don’t want to pretend. I’m so tired of lying to you and I’ll have to pretend to the rest of my life. This might be the last night I will ever have to be myself, to be with you. I need this to be real.”

What else could he do? She wanted real. He’d give her real.

Dick pulled her up as his lips claimed hers again, her powerful legs crossed around his hips. He held her up like that for a while, just enjoying the feel of her body pressed flush against his. His hands giving her support by moulding her round butt with his palms. Kory took one of the hands off his hair, bending her arm backwards so she could rub him through his trousers. Dick let out a moan and she used the opportunity to make a wet path of kisses across his cheekbones, until she reached his ear. She whispered something in her native language and licked his earlobe.

Dick he walked backwards until his chins hit the bed and he fell sitting with Kory on his lap. She stopped her ministrations to pull her hair from her face and look down at him.

“Hey,” she said, her eyelashes were still wet, but her tears had stopped falling, she looked so… No wonder she belonged to the heavens, no being on planet Earth could be so perfect.

“Hello,” he answered.

Kory leaned her forehead against his, and Dick’s hands slid upwards through her back, searching for the metallic pull tab of the zipper, but his hands kept getting trapped by her voluminous curly hair.

“Kory, some help, please?”

She let out that hearty laugh of hers, deeply amused by his lack of skill, and pulled her hair up, the smile never leaving her lips.

“You are so gorgeous,” he vowed against her lips as he reached for the fastening of her dress again, this time having success in his endeavour.

“You are very pretty yourself, Mr Grayson,” she teased between kisses, with the back of her dress open, he started, kissing her shoulders as he pulled the straps of her dress down.

“I should have known that day, when I first saw you in that arcade, that you couldn’t be from this world.”

She laughed again and recoiled when he hit a ticklish path on her neck.

“You were so mad at me,” she giggled.

He forced his lips away from her skin so he could look at her.

“You stole my car!”

Kory pulled his locks away from his eyes with the tip of her fingers.

“I was very rude to you,” her fingers lowered from this forehead to the valley of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose.

“I fell in love right there,” he said, very serious, maybe just realising it.

“Don’t be silly.”

“I mean it.”

And she believed him. Kory kissed him again, rocking in his lap. Then she pushed him, making Dick fall on the bed, Kory looming over his body like a big cat.

“Oh, all the things I want to do to with you Dick Grayson…” she said in a husky tone.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Please what?”

“Whatever you want.”

She giggled and leaned towards his face, Dick moved to meet her in the middle, but in the last moment, Kory kissed his throat instead, making him let out an disappointed whine. She smiled against his skin, going downwards, making him sigh. Dick caressed her soft hair, sliding his hands through the newfound naked skin of her back, smirking when he felt her shiver. As nice as it was to go so slow, he just couldn’t turn off the part of his brain that knew the only reason why they were trying to stretch that night as long as possible, was because they wouldn’t have another.

He found his hands under her dress again, and pulled the shimmering fabric all the way up this time. Kory stopped her work on the buttons of his shirt to raise her hands up to help him. The golden tones of her dark skin glowed under the penumbra of his room, like she was her own source of light, and maybe she was. There was so much he didn’t know about her. So much that he’d never be able to find out now.

Dick pressed his hand against her belly, and looked up to her through his lashes, she was smiling again, observing his reaction. When he noticed that, he gave her a puzzled look and Kory shook her head.

“Come up here.”

He obeyed, catching her lips again, Kory rocked against him, and this time Dick rocked back against her, seeking that so desired friction. His hand slid between then, finding her core.

Oh Lord, he broke the kiss, breathing hard.

“Fuck, Kory, you have a pool here.”

“Yeah?” She said, trying to rub against his hand. “What you’re gonna do about it?”

Dick pressed his fingers against the fabric of her underwear, god she felt so hot, his fingers slid easily over the drenched lace, testing up and down, side to side and round motions to see what she liked best. He decided he found the one when Kory moaned loudly, and her hips started moving, assisting his own movements, her arms wrapped around his neck for dear life. When he felt she was getting, close, he, pulled the fabric aside and inserted two fingers, his thumb continuing to rub her clit and Kory screamed, her nails breaking the skin of his neck. Her other hand grabbing her own breast as Dick continued his onslaught, refusing to kiss her only so he would lose each blissful expression his ministrations created on her face.

He chuckled when her orgasm hit and she seemed to lose control of her movements to a fit of spasms. Dick kissed her temple as she calmed herself.

“Kor?”

“I’m fine.”

“Better than fine I hope.”

She let out a hoarse laugh.

“I can be better.”

“I hope for that too, we’ve barely started.”

She took a deep breath and raised her head from the curve of his neck.

“My turn!” She looked down at him. “How come you are still fully dressed?”

“I have a greedy princess for lover, you see.”

She rolled her eyes and made a quick work of his shirt that was already half-opened.

“Hmmm we have a problem.”

“What?”

“I can’t take off your pants and stay on your lap at the same time.”

“You’ll have to climb off first,” he suggested in a breathy voice.

She just gave him a look as if he said some absurd nonsense.

And then Kory’s eyebrows raised, her expression clearing as she quite clearly had an idea, Dick licked his lips and waited as one of her hands snaked down and ripped the fabric of her own thong. He was breathing incredibly heavy already for someone who did cardio sessions twice a day when her other hand grabbed his neck. His Adam’s apple bobbing against her palm. Looking straight into his eyes, Kory reached into his trousers and pulled his penis off its enclosure. She gave him a couple feeling pumps and Dick closed his eyes hard.

“Look at me,” she demanded.

Dick drew a shaky breath before blinking his eyes open, obeying. She smiled so, so sweetly before pushing her wet folds against his cock, stimulating both of them without penetration.

“Don’t!” she warned in a tight voice when threatened closing his eyes again.

Dick grabbed the sheets of his bed trying to hold himself together for her while Kory mercilessly rubbed her juicy sex against him, until was too much and he pushed her aggressively against the bed making Kory cry out in surprise and frustration. He didn’t let her down, thought, kneeling on the carpet and worshiping her dark smooth thighs. God, he haven’t even noticed before, but she was wearing those translucent knee high nylons. He had spent so much freaking time fantasising about that particular garment when she first appeared wearing them. How he had survived so long without having a hornyness-induced stroke living with Kory was beyond him.

He licked clean the juices dripping from her vulva first, holding his laughter as she let out a string of words he new were curses until he finally decided to take her off her misery giving the attention she so craved to her pussy. Dick fucked her with his tongue, using his thumb to keep flicking her clit at the same time.

He rose his head alarmed when she reached her climax again and he heard a loud crash. His lamp, once on his nightstand, was on the floor across the room, on fire.

Kory started to move to fix it, guilt mixed with tendrils of the pleasure of the mind numbing orgasm she had, but Dick just raised a hand to her. In no time he had put out the fire with a towel from his en suite.

Then he sat beside of her on the bed, and they exchanged a look before laughing together.

“That was pretty dangerous,” he stated after the worst of laughing subdued.

“Shut up and take off your pants already, Grayson.”

He did, well aware of her eyes on him as he worked. His feet were already bare he was about to take his night shower and get ready to sleep when she appeared at his door. Dick noticed she moving towards her own boots, but he stopped her.

“Let me.”

“Really? Last time you couldn’t take them off.”

“Nah, I just wanted to see you come while they were still on.”

“Kinky.”

He grinned and pulled the zipper of the first boot down, unwrapping her leg as if it was a rare fragile antique instead of the powerful murder weapon it could be. Not that he would mind dying between her legs. He actually couldn’t think of a better death.

Dick climbed back on the bed, lying beside Kory, she lazily turned her body towards his.

“Ready to go again?” he asked, one hand under his chin and the other playing with her beautiful curls. When they met they were to bright, he kind of missed it, lately it had been getting redder, he wanted to know what colour they would turn next, but he never would.

“What is it?” she asked, noticing the shadow on his face?

He could tell her and make her sad, he could lie, but she’d know and she asked him to be true. So, he dove for another kiss, covering her body with his and pulling her legs apart to fit better between them.

Her hands travelled across his back as they kissed, her still encased in the high socks feet slid from his calf to his butt pressing against it. When he was getting used of the feeling of her all putty and languid under him, Kory seemed to get over her afterglow stupor and pushed him.

“Up!”

He looked down.

“Has been for a while now.”

She snorted. She loved how free he felt to be silly when there was only the two of them. Kory wished he was more carefree like that regularly, but also felt a bubble of pride for how comfortable she made him feel.

“Dork. Come on, you’re not going to regret it.”

She let him give her another lazy kiss before he pulled off her, standing up, waiting with his hands on his waist. Kory pushed her body up with her forearms and sat down. She gave him an enigmatic smile before falling forward in fours. He was already moaning before her lips even touched him. Kory used one of her hands to hold her upper body horizontally and with the other she grabbed Dick’s hips and pulled him towards her in a powerful motion. She kissed his navel and licked downwards. He held his breath when the nails of the hand holding his hips scratched their way toward his balls, cradling them before she grabbed the base of his impossibly hard penis and sucked the tip.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned as she started swirling her tongue down, spreading kisses through the entire length. “Kory, oh my god-“ he chocked as her hand slid down, stimulating his balls again as she sucked restlessly, until the tip of her fingers rimmed him and pleasure was blinding, his ears were actually buzzing.

“Kor, Kor Kor, stop,” he begged unable to physically pull away. “Jesus, please, stop or I-“

Luckily, she did, he took a few breaths before opening his eyes again, afraid that even looking at her would make him come too soon. He tried to think about Krypto’s disgusting food to calm himself until he was allowed to contemplate actual sex goddess Koriand’r again. Dick could hear her giggling, that siren. But he’d show her.

When he decided it was safe enough, Dick opened his eyes to find Kory kneeing on the edge of the bed, looking at him with so much love – because as much as he understood her unwillingness to say it, he knew, oh he knew – his eyes stung.

“Come here,” he said opening his arms, and she hugged his neck, kissing him as Dick finally unfastened her bra. Hey threw the garment over his shoulder after freeing her, and leaned down to give attention to her breast. Just like everything about her, they were perfect, and he was more than happy to suck one of her black nipples as she caressed his hair lovingly. He gave equal treatment to the other one, but as he could feel her becoming restless, Dick pulled Kory up again. She snaked her hand between them, positioning his cock, and with one swift motion, let her weight descend over him. Dick let her ride him like that, standing up. She cried out, her hips moving against his frenetically, her arms and legs locked against his waist and neck for dear life, he tried to give her support by holding her butt cheeks, but she didn’t seem to need it, it was almost if she was flying.

She came again, almost bringing him with her, but thankfully without setting anything on fire. Dick took advantage of her high to pull her up, rising her to his shoulder and licking her again, overstimulating her until Kory lost all remaining control.

Dick lied her on the bed again, kissing her neck softly as she returned, his hands sliding up and down her thigs. Kory sighed.

“I don’t think I can come again,” she said, one of her thumbs was caressing the new bullet wound scar on his shoulder, the one Babs gave him. Kory was so mad. He wanted to kiss her so hard that day. If only Gar wasn’t there too…

“I’ll try my best,” he picked the hand on his scar and kissed it.

“Aren’t you so hardworking?”

He chuckled and entered her again, this time going slowly. The sun was rising through the horizon, reminding them that even that night had to end too. She held his face, smiling, but the tears were falling again. He kissed her cheeks, cleaning them with his love. And then, when the morning sun hit her hair, creating an purple aura around her hair, he came.

She was still under him when he opened his eyes again, she didn’t seem no more willing to let him go than he felt of leaving her body.

“I’m fighting for you,” he said, very serious.

Kory sighed, and turned her face away.

“You can’t.”

“Kory-“

“Please, don’t talk, I want to enjoy this just a little longer.”

Dick climbed off her, but pulled Kory’s body for a hug, she lied her head over his heart, fitting, for even universes apart, she was its rightful owner and always would be.

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Where is my clown make up? This thing ended being 6k anyway lmao. But I wanted to take part in the trend of extra-long DickKory sex scenes. It’s a very nice trend, you see.

Well, I hope you all liked it. I plan to make a sequel, but Fortuna knows when it will come out. I do have a lot of WIPs that need attention.

And now I’ll watch today’s episode, I told myself I wasn’t allowed to watch it until this was over.

Please comment!!!! And reblog!!!

[secondgenerationnerd]

Superstar after a long day?

D’aw…some pregnant superstar, cuz I never write with them!

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Long after they’ve put their children to bed, tucked safe between the sheets and stuffed animals, Jon and Mar’i find themselves on the porch swing. Mar’i stretches out on it, legs dangling over the arm rest, while her husband idly braids her curls. A late autumn wind dances through the trees, shaking a stray leaf or two loose. Jon glances at his wife’s belly. Her hands slowly move up and down it, like she’s soothing their growing baby.

“I’m sorry it was a shitty birthday, Star.” He murmurs, resting a hand on hers. They had to go to a bunch of doctors appointments—for her, for their older two kids—and run errands. Aside from getting food from a local diner she likes, they hadn’t done anything special to celebrate.

Mar’i frowns, looking up at her husband, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…we were just doing adult and parent stuff all day.”

“That’s not how I see it.” Mar’i has that gleam in her eye, the one he fell in love with.

“Oh?” Smoothing dark curls from her face, he smiles at her, “Then how do you see it?”

“I got to wake up with the love of my life and our three starlings already cuddled up to us. At the ultrasound, this one,” Mar’i lifts her shirt, showing the definite curl to her middle, “Is growing perfectly. Her big sisters and big brother got to hear her heartbeating, which I get to hear all the time. Then we had a good family lunch with the best comfort foods. Charlie and Peter did great in their group therapy today….”

“Peter’s really enjoying the art portion.” Jon smiles, “I think Charlie fell asleep talking about the therapy dogs.”

“While they were in that, I got one-on-one time with my current sweet baby. We got clothes for her and ‘her baby Laney.’” Mar’i and Jon both laugh at that. M&M was the one they were most worried about when it came to the new baby. She was sold the minute she learned babies love cuddles. “I got to read a story to our starlings after dinner, listened to them talk all about their days before bed. And now? Now I’m getting one on one time with my husband, the father of my babies.”

“Well,” Jon smiles and leans down to kiss her, “When you put it like that…it sounds like a great birthday…”

“It is.”

“I wish I’d remembered to get your present in time.”

Mar’i smiles against his lips, taking his hand and pressing it to her belly. He feels a strong kick against his palm. “Jon, I never thought I’d be able to get pregnant, let alone with your baby. X’hal already gave us three beautiful amazing babies. This one is the only gift I need right now.”

“…so I should send the fancy mustards back?”

“Now let’s not be hasty.”

[snothing]

Mar’iand’r of Tamaran paced about corridor. She chewed on her nails, muttering anxiously to herself. Her guards long gave up the struggle of following her.

She was quite the vision. Titan tresses cascaded down her back, studded with crystal hair ornaments. From a distance, one would think she had little stars in her black hair, but in actuality, each ornament was the flower from each Province. She wore a long lavender grown with billowing, diaphanous sleeves.

Yes, Mar’iand’r was the pride of her people, a princess of both great beauty and intelligence, and yet, she still felt like the biggest failure in the entire galaxy.

It was not long before Prince Jakand’r found her. She was not surprised; he always found her. He, too, donned his regalia. He sported a black high-colored suit. A silver sash crossed his upper body; a magnificent brooch fashioned with House And’r’s insignia fasted it. His crown sparkled in the corridor light.

“Hey, what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your speech?”

Mar’i let out a defeated sigh. “I can’t do it.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I said I can’t do it!” Mar’i snapped. “I’m just going to make a fool out of myself. I can’t address the court, I can’t.”

“Oh, come on, Mar’i, you’ve been practicing your speech for ages! You could recite that thing in your sleep!” Jake insisted.

Mar’i’s shoulders slumped, a slight tremble in her lower lip. “I know, and I still can’t do it. How am I supposed to be a leader if I’m scared of a little speech? X’hal, I’m so hopeless!”

“Hey, you stop that. You’re many things, Mar’i. A know it all, yeah.” He ignored her offended gasp. “Stubborn, sure.”

A pink glow emitted from her eyes. “I’m assuming there’s a point to this, brat?”

Jake held up a finger at her. “Hold on, one more. Emotional, very.”

“Jaki!”

“My point is, Mar’i, is that you’re great. You’re a compassionate person, and you’re super duper smart. You’re going to be an awesome Empress, everyone knows it. Galfore, the court, mom,” he stopped to give her a smile, “me. I’m very proud to be your brother, Mar’i.”

The little Princess dazzled at her brother’s words. A big grin blossomed on her face as she engulfed him in a tight hug. “Thank you, Jaki,” she sighed, feeling all of her nervousness leave her body.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m awesome, I know,” Jake said cheekily. Finally, he held out his hand to her. “Handshake?”

Mar’i let out a laugh and nodded, clasping her hand with his. “Handshake.”

Together, they performed a convoluted series of hand moves, moving with a kind of expertise that shocked the guards.

“Now, let’s go. I’m hungry, and I want to listen to a good speech.” Jake held out his arm for her to take.

“And your true motives reveal themselves,” Mar’i giggled, all too excited to take his arm.

[mejcinta]

*Sweet moment between Gar and Kory that I read from Chapter 6 today after an eternity of not reading my stuff*

“Sorry you had to hear that,” Kory said when Gar peered into her room.

“Oh, Rita and Cliff argued all the time.”

Gar’s laugh was nervous. Masked. He eased his now broader shoulders through the half open door.

“But not like this,” Kory pointed out.

Gar’s forehead creased, as though he were learning that fact just that instant. But she could see plain as day that he was shaken by the argument she and Dick had.

“Yeah, Dick was pretty… intense,” the green haired teenager admitted. His eyes swiftly did a sweep of Kory’s bedroom—at the varying hints of purple in the meagre décor Rachel had collected over the year of her absence—before landing on Kory’s suit spread out on an ironing table before her. 

“Um…what’s that you doing?” Gar asked.

Kory stretched her suit, watching keenly as the Tamaranean fiber expanded like spandex before shrinking back into its unique semi-metallic nature.

“If I’m going to a war, I’d better check my stash of armor,” she said. “And so far so good…the suit will last longer than I expected.” She glanced at Gar. “How about you?”

“Before all this I’d hit the gym room weekly.” Gar frowned with uncertainty, “Does that count?”

Kory felt her lips twitch. Even in dark times, Gar never lost his humor. “You wish!” she remarked, before adding solemnly, “Gar, you’ll need more than just fitness to defeat Trigon. I’m talking mentally. Emotionally.”

Gar’s face dropped. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he lamented, so that Kory stilled. “Not that it’s that bad—I mean, you being back with us is just the best thing ever—but, you get what I mean don’t you, Kory?”

“None of us saw this coming,” Kory agreed. The suffocating regret welling up in her chest, again, soon got its free reign. “I didn’t see this coming,” she blurted, then looked down at her suit, seeing nothing but the black, blind rage behind Dick’s eyes.

Had she listened to him… worked as a team…Rachel would have progressed significantly in her training—as well as Gar. She had been a fool, allowing herself to be reined in by the insatiable thirst to know her family. To belong.

In choosing to depart to Tamaran, she had ignored the fact staring at her face at that time: she already belonged somewhere. She already had a home in Dick, Gar and Rachel.

“Dick, he…he taught us stuff for a while after you were gone,” Gar suddenly spoke up. “Trigon’s followers were still out there, he said. But I now know the real reason for all that work. He didn’t want to lose us too.”

Kory pushed her curls behind her ear. “He did what he could.”

“He should’ve done more,” Gar snapped, taking Kory by surprise. She didn’t known him to be the rebellious or bitter type. “Continued training us,” Gar huffed. “Now I can’t even protect Rachel.”

“You heard him a while ago, didn’t you?” 

There would be guests, Kory remembered with worry. And if her guess was correct, one of them would be Donna Troy. X’hal, she couldn’t imagine what the lasso bearing Amazonian would do to her!

Gar sighed with exasperation. “He’s sending help and that’s nice. But do you know the reason why he’s doing it?”

Kory morosely shook her head no.

“It’s because he can’t help himself. He’s still struggling, Kory. I—I’ve seen it every day since he returned to the streets, rounding up the bad guys.

“Bad guys…”

Gar’s face confirmed Kory’s hunch. Dick was back to a life behind a mask, but not for the best of reasons.

“He’s not trying to help people—no,” Gar went on. “He’s trying to help himself. Keep himself distracted. The only way to win this battle is if he puts us out there, but he won’t have that because he’s lost hope already in himself.”

*Find more of this post season 1 AU here, currently still in progress*: Mission Critical, @MeJacinta on A03

[starsmuserainbow]

Someone must have found out how to get Starfire ‘back’, because Blackfire found herself startled out of a meditation by a vibration of an alarm that she carried in her pocket. She got up from Starfire’s bed quickly, immediately reaching for a bag that she had long prepared for the case of a sudden leave. On her way to the door, though, it opened already, and Blackfire stumbled back a few steps.

“Sister! You have taken me and held me imprisoned, only to settle in my room with my friends and attempt to destroy as much of my life as you are able to, and then you intended to keep me forced to helplessly watch it all!”

“You always said we should understand one another better! This is the best way of understanding you, if I take over your life! You can take mine in return, too!” “I am not interested in your life, nor your manipulations! I thank X’Hal that our little Silkie has been successful in evading you, and that I am free now to bring the consequences upon you!” Blackfire made a face to that. “Really? You don’t know what you’re missing out on, all these worlds you could see if you just take my-” Green blasts of energy hit her center, carrying enough force to push Blackfire straight through the large windows of Starfire’s room, and she now hovered outside. The other Titans rushed into the room now too, probably alerted by the glass shattering, and everyone glared at Blackfire. “Oh alright, I see how it is. You really should be more open to bonding with your sister!”

Starfire got into the air too, clearly intending to go after Blackfire who now started to rush skywards, but Starfire stopped when her friends called for her. They were glad that she was back, they said, and that was enough to convince her that Blackfire’s consequences could wait until another time. Landing back in her room again, she embraced them all into a group hug. Even Silkie joined in, crawling out of the air shafts and jumping onto the group.

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With posting this post, Blackfire’s Takeover is over! She has been forced back to only having her own blog, @queenofthegalaxxy​​ (a sideblog of here, as are all my other muses, please give them a look if you may, I’d be glad for the chance to interact with them with you too), and Starfire is back to do things and answer asks here!

All the replies from the things with Blackfire that I might still get back will be continued over on her blog by my next reblog, and added to the normal stack of things I owe, so be answered much slower than these last days.

I will reblog this post a few times, just to make sure that people see it.

[blackberrysap]

     it was difficult for her to discern day from night, night from day in what could have been weeks, or months. her way of clocking it is by the company that keeps her. well-rested toubabs in laboratory coats, with electric flickers of innate intrigue in their blue eyes. it would be an hour(s) long chain of harrowing swears in an alien tongue, and summoning sapped brawn to hammer petite fists against a prosaic glass. after which, she sometimes reasons that death is a preferable option to living. 

   only by the karmic force prescribed by x’hal, is she an impuissant prisoner. the notion that she’ll have the power to someday be free to break gore out of the pink-pigmented fleshes of her rat-faced torturers with her bare black-glossed nails was a chance on the decline. it is up until they are finished using their barbaric tools to dissect what kept man in the unknown is when her weary eyelids tend her off into the reprieve of the night. 

     she has no warm memories to fall back on for comfort. no friends, lovers, even family yearn for. she expected no hero dressed up in colorful tights and a cape on broad shoulders to come rescue komand'r. just deep desires to possess a fire like a fish in need of the endless brilliant blue oceanic marvel. she was the unlucky child of her dearest mother's litter of three to be born without one. a bad stroke of genetics didn't hinder her from trying to catch a flame and hold it in her hand though. 

     it was that hardheadedness that swelled her aspirations for more. it was that same hardheadedness that got her lucked up. she scoffs at the grievous irony of it. her eyes may be closed but she has yet to fall asleep, so she plays the tape of her life over in her mental rolodex and hits repeat when she reaches her poignant predicament. a touch of sadness overcame her; a lone tear breach through the dam of her eyelashes and streaked down her dark cheek.

     oh, how she despised this wretched planet and its people—may they all burn to cinders and be nothing but ashes in space! the thought of finding the heaven the earthlings believed they're destined for and the triumphant simper she'll hold when she seduces their god to condemn all their souls to hell tickles her. now, that's a dream worth having, she mused. 

     the sound of a door opening disturbs her out of her nefarious orgasmic meditation. no, she groans, uttering a native obscenity in a whisper. she knows it is not time yet. not time for the big bad and gutless snow roaches to come probe at what makes her, her. she opens her eyes and slowly sits up on her bunk to see just how many people are clocking into work this time. to her surprise, it is just one dark silhouette she sees. what does that matter though? she asked. fighting off even one measly human felt like she was a little tameranean scrapper trying to rock a mammoth-sized warrior to sleep. 

     when he closes the door behind him, the darkness of the room is his coat of cover as her special little cage rendered her exceptional sights a nugatory feat. though, she has does not have to wait long to see her guest. " oh, now what's this? " she hissed. the mystery person is a man familiar she's pretty familiar with. 

     he was not a crusty pale ape, but a handsome soldier with the smooth, velvety skin the color of earth's buttercups. and part of the reason why she ended up as at!

    he seemed to be the head of security. if not, he was the most notable. she did not see much of him, but she felt an eerie presence watching over her, always, when the white coats went back to their homes. the times he did make an appearance, komand'r was able to distinguish the curiosity in his eyes as well, but there was something about it that set it apart from the probers. she just doesn't know what yet. 

    ❝ are we here to save your sweet queen, my prince? ❞ the question was posed sweetly like she was about to break the awkward ice between them with a song laced with honey. but not that was the case. there was a glaring sardonic touch she adds to it. unless he was a braindead grunt that couldn't read the room, he could not mistake anything she says to him as the whimpers of a desperate paltry princess, yearning for a shining knight towed out of a fairytale.   

     the coyness lurking in the innocent mask of komand'r has her lips tugged into a capering small smile. to suggest that her alien nature may be akin to a cat pawing at the caged canary (in this case, a caged cat pawing for the canary) would be an understatement. playful, but one wrong misstep and if she feels so inclined to release her claws to end the game, he'd be swallowed up in seconds flat.      

    ❝ or, have you finally found your spine to say what you have to say to me? ❞ she muses, batting her dark violent violet eyes in a kittenish manner. it'll be a nice break from the suffocation of silence, despite harboring 'creative' ideas for the security guard.

@falsedking

[ofstarshine]

“Is that a bong, [Mar'i]? I didn’t take you for a stoner.” @jaxstorm​

“I’m not. Lian asked me to keep this while her dad came over.” she said still standing with the bong in her hand. she wasn’t sure what it was for until Jax said the word stoner. Then all the pieces fell together. “Oh like drugs?! Oh my X’hal.” Mar’i said putting it down quickly and going to wash her hands.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Got some more questions

1: I know you said Lois and dick definitely would say no to tattoos but what about those stick on tattoos that disappears after a couple of days or goes away when underneath water?

2: let’s say you were writing a manga/comic series about the duo, how would the series end? Happy ending, bittersweet?

3: besides comic books, do they read other types of books?, like goosebumps, diary of a wimpy kid, maybe captain underpants, etc…

4: does the duo create an in-universe comic about them and share it to the world?

5: is the comic series, war of the Superman/new krypton canon to your universe? Like Chris getting aged up and down, thara sacrifices herself to stop a red sun, etc…

1. Now those tattoos are acceptable. Here’s where also Dick and Lois differ in their approaches; Dick will allow Jake those tattoos along as the image is relatively appropriate for the public as he doesn’t want his boy to get into trouble with his school teachers and staff. Lois meanwhile is fairly lenient with whatever of those tattoos Chris wears since she can admit to having less “appropriate” ones she wore herself back in the day.

2. A happy enough sort of ending that implies future adventures to come for the two, whether it be a mere few in universe days later or probably picking up their story years later with them grown up. They remain friends and allies no matter what, any character development arcs and directions being fulfilled through the story having merit for both future expansion and as reference for any sort of sequel series. I can see also any of the more sympathetic or at least compelling antagonists the two faced in this series having been changed by their various encounters with our heroes, leading to them returning in a sequel series, possibly as allies, either genuine or of convenience.

3. Oh for sure when they were younger, Captain Underpants was one of their go to book series. As they grew older, the Duo diversified their reading levels and portfolios though in differing directions. For example, Chris found himself draw to nonfiction almanacs, factbooks and other encyclopedias about various subjects he’s into ranging from the modern history of countries around the world to the eras of prehistoric life. By contrast, Jake looks up old classic fictional literature that are usually considered ‘grown up’ for his age but nonetheless he can enjoy. As of this writing, he’s currently midway through Charles Dickens’ ‘Oliver Twist’ after just finished with Ouida’s ‘A Dog of Flanders’

4. I can see them giving that a try given Jake being inspired by the aforementioned literary classics and Chris also having some impressive art skills of his own despite a lack of true training. They’d mostly based the stories they draw based on their own daily lives, both in and out of the costume, even basing some characters especially super villains based on their cranky, kill joy school teachers. They just pray to God, Rao and X’hal that those villains don’t become a reality because otherwise, it’ll just be plain freaky and scary

5. Only tiny elements from that arc are adapted into this canon continuity, mainly the existence of New Krypton and Thara Ak Var being present albeit being a preteen more or less about Chris’ age. Aside from Chris and Thara being younger and attending school together, the main divergence comes from the fact both New Krypton and Earth in general have more stable and warm relations between their peoples and ruling classes. It’s just Kryptonians rather prefer keeping to themselves from most Earth affairs unless it’s a crisis that affect both worlds, i.e. invasions from the likes of the Gordanians, Yellow Lanterns or even most likely Darksied and his army of Apokoliptan New Gods

(Phew) Took a while to get to these but It’s sure worth it my friend @gothicghost2000

[pink-bird-30]

RobStar Week 2020- Rescue

How is everyone doing?!  Welcome back to RobStar Week 2020 day 5!!!!  Are we ready for today’s post?!  I know I am!

As always, my stories are connect for this RobStar week.  I do encourage you to go read the last 4 days works before reading this one.

Here is my link to my FF.net if you’d like to read the collection here:

(https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13635654/1/RobStar-Week-2020-All-Works)

Warning, I made a really bad pun in here.  and for my comic book Batfam readers, there’s an easter egg in here for you.  Let me know if you find it!

Happy Reading!

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The party was in full swing by the time Kori and Dick made their way down the main stairs of Wayne Manor.  Bruce was throwing one of his annual galas to raise money for the GCPD.  But Dick was unaware that this would be happening while he and Kori were visiting before their wedding.

Over the past year there had been arrangements made for Robin and Starfire to get married.  But due to being heroes, and everyone scattered around the world, they thought it’d be best to have the ceremony in Gotham.

Starfire and Robin thought it’d be best to go to Gotham to get everything settled for the ceremony.  A simple task to make sure everything they wanted was perfect.

Quick and easy, right?

Wrong.

Really wrong.

Ever since news spread that Bruce Wayne’s son was engaged, the media had been in a frenzy.  Naturally, Bruce took this as an opportunity to make it known the couple would be attending his annual gala.

This was not ideal for both Kori and Dick.

The moment the two stepped down into the ballroom of Wayne Manor, the entire room erupted in applause and congratulations.  Kori buried her face in Dick’s neck trying to hide from the constant flashes from the media.  His arm came up to comfort her, resting on her bare back.

The dress she wore was definitely one of his favorites.  A dark blue halter dress with a low back; it was an inside joke as to why she chose that color.  Unknown to the world, after Dick and Kori get back from their honeymoon, Dick was going to step down as Robin and hand the mantel over to his little brother Jason.  He’d been working hard and Dick knew his time as Robin was coming to an end.

“Dick, Kori, over here.”  Bruce waved them over and passed each of them a glass of champagne.

Brice tapped the side of his glass gathering the attention of everyone in the room, “Excuse me, I’d like to make a toast. To my son Dick, and my future daughter-in-law Kori on their engagement.  I think I speak for everyone here and wish you two a happy marriage.  To Dick and Kori!”

The room cheered for the couple before they all continued their conversations.

Dick and Kori did their best to keep away from other people and stick together.  As long as they stayed together, they wouldn’t have any issues.  Dick was mostly concerned with Kori getting lost with all these people.  

He knew these types, upper class snobs who think they’re better than everyone.  Most of the time they show up to these charity events to get a tax break.  Or get into the Gotham Gazette as the ‘Best Dressed’ of the week.

After an hour of roaming the party, Dick tried his best to keep up the good son charade but it was weighing on his nerves.  He kissed Kori on the cheek and quietly whispered to her, “Hey, wannah get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

They said their goodbyes to the couple they were talking to and did their best to make their way back to the library.  But before they got too far Kori was pulled away by a group of young women Dick recognized as his former classmates from Gotham Academy, and Dick was pulled away by Wally West.

“My my, you’re a hard man to find, Grayson.”  The two men hugged each other.

“Wally, how you’ve been?”  They walked over to the bar, each asking the bartender for a beer.

Wally leaned against the bar, taking a large swing of his beer, “Could be better, Jinx and I split up again.  I think this time for good.”

Dick patted his friend on the shoulder, “I’m sorry, man.  Maybe it’s for the best.”  Dick takes a drink from his beer and settles it back down on the bar.  “Kori told me that Artemis talks about you a lot.”

Wally seemed to brighten a bit at the news, “Really, and is Ms. Crock in attendance tonight?”

Dick let out a hearty laugh, “I don’t think so, I heard she was helping out at the Hall Of Justice today since Bruce was throwing this gala.”

Wally hummed before chugging his beer, belched, which caught the attention of an older blonde woman from across the room, and tipped an invisible hat to Dick.

“Til next time, Grayson.  I got a lady to woo.” And then Wally was gone in a flash.

Dick took one final sip of his beer and glanced around the ballroom trying to see where Kori had gone off to.

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Kori wasn’t sure how she ended up with this group of girls, but she wished someone would come and rescue her.

“So, you’re the lucky woman who tied down Grayson.” The tall brunet woman said.

“Is it true you’ll inherit the Wayne fortune with this marriage, no prenup?” said the short red headed woman.

“I heard he’s amazing in bed.” Was the comment from the blonde leaning against the wall.

Kori’s eyes widened at the questions being pelted at her, she tried her best to stay at Dick’s side, but somehow they ended up separated a few moments ago.

“Well, umm…” Kori didn’t know what to say.  To be completely honest she didn’t even understand half the things these women were saying to her.

X’hal, where did Richard go…

The women started laughing, “Oh you poor dear, out of your element are we?”

The redhead turned to the blonde and snickered, “Look at her, I doubt she is from wealth herself.”

“A mere peasant if anything.”  The Brunette turned back to Kori to glare at her, “So which is it, were you some random tramp he found or are you pregnant with his bastard child?”

Kori’s jaw dropped and was close to slapping the smirk off the woman’s face before an arm settled around her shoulders, unfamiliar to her.

The face of the three snobbish women gaped at the man that was standing next to Kori.

“Ladies,” Bruce said casually.  “I couldn’t but overhear that you were speaking poorly to my daughter.  Now what were you saying about her being a tramp?”

Kori knew that tone, it was his ‘I’m Batman’ voice.

“Well umm…”

“Mr. Wayne, we can explain.”

“Aren’t you so handsome up close.”

Bruce hummed and snapped his fingers at two guards walking through the crowd of people.

“Ah, gentlemen.  Please remove these women from the manor and make sure they never come back.  Enjoy the rest of your evening ladies.”

And with that, Bruce escorted Kori away from the group of women who were crying out their apologies to the bachelor.  He walked Kori down a hidden hallway away from the party and pushed on a false wall before they both walked inside.

Bruce let Kori go and pushed the button in the hidden elevator, bringing them down to the Batcave.  Kori awed in surprise, not realizing the Batcave was located underneath Wayne Manor.  After stepping off the elevator, she slowly walked around looking at all the different weapons on the walls, the various vehicles that were stationed near a long dark opening, and the ops area that held a single chair and a round table behind it.

“How glorious, Richard did not mentioned the cave of bat was beneath your home.”  Bruce could see the awe across the young woman’s face and gestured for her to take a seat at the ops table.

The Bruce that helped her out of her predicament was gone, replaced with the man she knew from Richard’s stories.

“I’m not surprised…Dick did leave here in a hurry.”

Kori looked up to Bruce, seeing that carful façade slipping for a moment.  She got up from the chair and walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“From what he has told me, it was not the easy decision for him.”

Bruce smiled slightly and draped a blanket over Kori’s shoulder before ushering her back to the chair.

“I’ll locate Dick for you.”

Kori nodded and swiveled back to face the array of computer screens taking up the largest portion of the cave wall.

“And Kori,”  She turned to face him.  “I’m glad he has you.”

He turns to step back into the elevator, letting it shut behind him.

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No longer than ten minutes passed before Dick rushed out of the elevator and made his way to Kori.

“Kor!  I tried looking everywhere for you.  What happened?  Bruce only told me a little bit of what the women said.”

Kori got up from the chair and took Dick’s suit jacket from him, draping it on the back of the chair before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Slowly, they pulled apart.  Kori rubbed her nose against his and places a gentle kiss on his cheek before stepping back.

“It does not matter.  Bruce did the rescuing of me from those…” Kori scowls. “…unpleasant women, they do the reminding of Kitten.”

Dick groans, “I remember those girls from the academy.  They’re really just a bunch of leached trying to find their way into the upper class.”

Kori nodded, knowing the type.

“I am the grateful Bruce was there, I was close to hitting the blonde one.”

Dick laughs before pulling Kori close again, resting his forehead on her’s as they slowly sway together.

“That, I would have loved to see.  These galas were always so boring as a kid.”

Kori giggles and presses a soft kiss to his lips.  They stayed like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company away from the world above them.

“Richard?” Kori looked past Dick’s shoulder to the corner of the cave.

“Yeah, Kor?”  Dick wrapped his arms tighter around her and started to trail his lips down her neck.

“Why does the cave of bats have a dinosaur?”

[slightly-nerdy-rambles]

Robstar Week Day 6: The Start of Forever (Prompt: Wedding Bells)

I love weddings. They’re just these big, happy, fun parties! So for this prompt I ended up going full self-indulgent mess and just sort of jumped in with very little plan... and I think what little plan I had didn’t even make it into the fic, whoops. The end result is less a single cohesive story than it is a series of events meant to evoke a sort of snapshot of these dorks’ wedding, and I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

(Note: You’re going to see a certain character here whose presence would make the Royal Family Verse go very differently, as I’ve had pointed out to me. Rest assured that I have not forgotten him in that ‘verse, and simply have different plans for him there than I do here.)

The Start of Forever

Penguin was really not having a good day.

It should have been an easy heist, or at least a relatively low-risk one. The Bat’s brat was getting married halfway across the country, which meant the whole posse was out for a couple days. And, sure, he’d made the mistake of getting cocky while Batman was away before, but this thing was a big deal – something about alien royalty, he hadn’t been keeping track of the specifics – and the way he figured, the only buddies of the big guy who wouldn’t also be there were the small-fry or the newbies of the Justice League. Still formidable to common criminals, of course, but to veterans who’d been dealing with the Bat himself for years? His gang could handle it.

But now here he was, his thugs already captured, his trick umbrella wrecked, and fleeing for what was beginning to feel uncomfortably like his very life. He could hear footsteps behind him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before –

There was the lasso. Before he could even try to dodge it, he was bound up tight and thrown flat on his face.

Penguin glared at his captor as she stepped into view, calmly looping up the other end of the rope bound to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be at a wedding?” he grumbled.

Wonder Woman gave him a flat look. “This was the only way to convince my colleague it was safe to go. I was watching the ceremony live, and I’d like to get back to that, so let’s get this over with.”

With one hand, she pulled him up by the loop of rope around his torso and glared deeply into his eyes. “Where are you hiding the loot?”

********

“Yeah, I really can’t help but feel sorry for anyone who tries to mess with Gotham right now,” Wonder Girl said, pausing to take a drink from her glass. “Di might be tough in the field, but she loves a good wedding. I’m kind of surprised she even volunteered to city-sit.”

Batwoman chuckled and leaned back in her chair. “Part of me kind of hopes a supervillain shows up there, if one hasn’t already. Not only would it make a great story, but it would prove the old man right about not leaving the city vulnerable and Wonder Woman won’t have to be mad at him.”

The two women shared a good laugh at that, before settling in to watch events around them. The wedding was a very… unique affair, which was inevitable when one considered the couple in question. Starfire was still technically Tamaranean royalty, after all; her marriage to a prominent hero (or rather, another prominent hero) meant too much for relations between her home planet and Earth to host it under the privacy of civilian identities.

Not that most of the Titans Network weren’t used to going around in uniform off-duty, but it made things interesting when fancy tuxedos and dresses were paired with the masks. The resulting “badass masquerade” feel of the party was oddly suited to both the many superheroes and the handful of boisterous Tamaranean dignitaries that had managed to attend.

Across one very active dance floor, over at the head table, Beast Boy and Cyborg were starting up a chant. They’d already had all their silverware taken away after one too many rounds of “tapping the glass to make the bride and groom kiss,” but this had only slowed them down for about twenty seconds.

Amidst an increasingly disruptive chorus of “Do it, do it, do it,” Raven leaned over to Starfire’s side. “They’re going to keep doing that until you give in,” she muttered.

Nightwing looked over from her other side and pointed out, “If we do, it’ll only encourage them.”

Raven shrugged. “Your call.”

Starfire just smiled and turned toward her husband. (Her husband! X’hal, that sounded good.) “I believe it all depends on whether we want to,” she declared, right before leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the mouth. His half of the table promptly erupted into cheers.

“Mmm.” Nightwing gave her that goofy little smile that never got old, and then stood up and held out a hand to her.

“Come on, let’s head back to the dance floor before they start up again.” His smile widened as he added, “As much as I enjoy kissing you, I’d rather do it on our own terms.”

Starfire laughed a little as she accepted his offer, and together they made their way into the throng.

As befitting its hosts, the wedding reception was a mixed bag of American and Tamaranean traditions. In a general sense, there was plenty of overlap – good food, energetic music, and a whole lot of dancing. But it was still worth noting when the couple made their way past several tables of casually chatting guests only to come across a traditional Feasting table sprawled over with several Tamaraneans (and one specially-invited reporter who’d wanted to sample the local flavor of the royal half of the wedding).

The free-for-all had died down significantly by now, but one youth had planted himself cross-legged in the middle of the table and was munching happily – and completely in leu of a fork – on a slice of wedding cake. He perked up upon seeing Starfire, and promptly flew over to her.

“Sister!” he chirped, still clutching his cake. “This Earth dessert is very good! Do you think I can bring some back home after this?”

Starfire smiled good-naturedly and shared a knowing look with her husband. “You might have a hard time getting a wedding cake, but a normal one shouldn’t be a problem,” she said. “I can even give you a recipe Cyborg and I came up with that uses Tamaranean ingredients, if you would like.”

“Why don’t you join us when you’re done?” Nighwing offered. “Star says you’re pretty impressive on the dance floor, and I don’t think you two have had much family time yet.”

Wildfire grinned and nodded, but as he returned to the table, Starfire lifted a few inches off the ground and swung around to face Nightwing. That was another Tamaranean tradition – for the happy couple to fully embrace their rapturous joy by spending as much time in the air as possible – and one she was all too happy to indulge. A little impish smile crossed her face as she pulled him out to the center of the reception hall.

Oh, but he did look fetching. They had opted to dress in the wedding wear of each other’s cultures, and as much as she loved her lacy wedding gown, she loved even more how well it paired with the long, loose white sleeves and classic armored accents of his suit. Even his mask had been altered for the occasion – narrower and sleeker than normal, with a dark silver replacing the usual black edges and tiny flared accents at the corners.

“I must admit, I do not at all mind you having to wear such a handsome mask on a day like today,” she thought out loud, pulling close to him as the two began to move in beat with the music. Then, leaning in and speaking in a voice too low for anyone but him to hear, she added, “I wouldn’t mind if you continue to wear it tonight, either.”

Nightwing smirked at that, resting a hand on the back of her neck and pressing his forehead against hers as he twirled her around the dance floor. “Sorry Your Highness, but I fully intend to see you properly for our wedding night.” He considered that train of thought for a moment. “Although we might be able to bring it on the honeymoon.”

Starfire held back a snort of laughter, instead schooling her face into a mock pout. “It is less fun when you refuse to be flustered.”

A little smile crept into the edge of her expression. “And this is a poor time to start calling me ‘Highness.’ You’re technically a prince now.”

Nightwing’s smile broadened. “I still can’t quite get over the thought of that. Please feel free to remind me whenever you like.”

Now Starfire did laugh. Rising a little higher from the floor, she wrapped both arms around his waist and looked to him with a silent question.

Her husband (and thinking that was still absolutely delightful) knew her well – he just smiled again and secured both arms behind her shoulders in answer, allowing her to lift him off the ground with her. Together, they joined the flighted guests that twirled whimsically high above the rest of the party, sharing in the joy of their union for both their worlds to see.

[bluerene]

a study of separation anxiety

Discord musings result in a sudden spark of inspiration! @dar-draws knows how to make a bearded Dick Grayson that is simply *chefs kiss* divine.

Warning: baby cuteness, mentions of bearded!Dadwing, and a persuasive Tamaranian momma. 

a study of separation anxiety 

In all his life, Richard John Grayson had found he possessed only four weaknesses. The first was his father and brothers, who were put together because he managed his feelings for them about the same. And Alfred, though truthfully, Dick sometimes felt Alfred was the most important of them all. The second was his team, the people he had grown up with. The third was his wife, whose glimmering eyes never failed to capture his when she walked into a room. And the fourth was his daughter, the light of his life and the greatest source of his joy.

The very same daughter who was unashamedly squirming in his arms and punching him with her tiny fists while he tried to put her to bed.

“Ease up there, starshine,” he muttered, wincing as another blow made contact with his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently, pacing back and forth beside her crib. “Some help would be nice, Kory.”

His pajama-clad wife, who had been standing idly near the bedroom door, stepped into the room and shrugged.

“It is your fault for choosing to go back to work.”

Yeah, she wasn’t going to make it any easier either.

Dick groaned and moved to lay Mar’i down in the crib.

“I would not do that,” Kory warned, a smug smile crossing her face when their daughter began to wail.

“Well, what would you do then?” 

Kory rolled her eyes and stepped closer, adjusting his arms so that he cradled Mar’i close to his chest. Miraculously, the wailing stopped, and he looked down to see her tiny fists curling up against his shirt, her head snuggled into his warmth.

“Wow,” Dick said quietly, a slow smile spreading across his face, “nine months and I still haven’t learned a thing.”

His wife sighed and rested her chin on his shoulder, studying the line of his jaw and the dark stubble he had taken to wearing since Mar’i was born. 

“It will not get any easier when you go,” she said. 

“C’mon, Kory, we talked about this. I took an extended paternity leave. Those don’t come around too often. I need to get back on the force.”

“You did not take a break from being Nightwing,” she shot back, “you have been working this entire time, Richard, you are spreading yourself too thin. It will not be easy for Mar’i. X’hal, it will not be easy for me.” 

“We need to get back into a steady routine. I need to go to work. I need to start shaving so I don’t look homeless -”

“You would not dare,” Kory gasped, sounding horrified.

“ - need to get used to me being away for work because we want her to grow up with a somewhat normal life. I can’t keep taking vacations, and I’m not going to quit my job.”

He felt a hand slide up to his shoulder and along his collarbone, coming to touch the stubble at his neck.

“So,” Kory said softly, “what you are saying is, if you went on the paternity leave once again, you would stay home and be with us?”

“As much as I love the practice, I can’t keep getting you pregnant so I can get out of work, Star,” Dick said in amusement, catching her fingers with his hand and bringing them to his lips. 

She frowned and drew her hand away, “I do not see why not. And I do not see why you must shave your beard.”

“Because it’s unprofessional.”

“But the chief has a beard, as does your head detective.”

“And that’s their style, not mine. I have a beard for two reasons. One is sleeping in my arms, soundly, for the first time in weeks. And the other is to entertain your weird beard fetish.”

“It is not a fetish,” Kory said heatedly, “you are simply incomparably attractive to me when you wear your facial hair.”

Dick grinned. 

“I love you, babe. But the beard is gonna go.”

“Mar’i will not recognize you without it.”

“Yes, she will.”

“Fine. Then I will not recognize you without it.”

“Oh really?” Dick asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek, “wouldn’t you recognize this?”

“I would never allow a stranger to get so close to me,” she replied haughtily, crossing her arms.

He rubbed his jaw teasingly against the side of her face, smirking when he felt her body rumble in response. 

“Even if they can make you purr like I do?”

Kory blushed and shook her head, dropping her gaze to the sleeping child nestled in her husband’s arms.

“You are certain I cannot convince you to stay on the paternity leave?” she asked mournfully, changing the subject before he could tempt her further. The dim glow of the stars they had covered Mar’i’s bedroom with lit up the lines of his face marvelously, drawing her into his warm blue eyes. 

“Not unless you can have a baby in the next few hours.”

“We can make one,” she tried, widening her eyes pleadingly, “have you not enjoyed these last few months with us?”

Dick sighed and stepped away from her to settle Mar’i into her crib, pleased to see his daughter sleeping soundly. 

“Come here, Star,” he said softly, bringing his arms around her waist and holding her in a standing snuggle, “I have loved every minute of being with you two. But we both knew it wasn’t going to last forever. One of us needs to work to keep up with all the shopping you do with Donna and Babs,” he added cheekily.

“But -”

“I won’t be going back full-time for at least a month. Half-days and case breaks only. And when Mar’i is a little older, I’ll ease into a more regular schedule. It’ll be gradual. And we’ll be able to get back into our regular patrols in no time.”

Kory sniffled and buried her face in the curve of his neck, breathing deeply.

“I am sorry,” she said sadly, “I am being unreasonable, and I know that. I just...I will miss you. And I will miss your perfect beard. And I will miss seeing you hold her at all hours of the day. I hate it when we are apart, I am always worried something will happen to you. I never know when to say goodbye.”

Dick sighed and tightened his grasp on her, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. 

“We knew what we were getting into when we signed up to be heroes, Star. That much hasn’t changed. And I know it’s scary to wonder, but we can’t be in this bubble forever. That’s not who we are. And that’s not the kind of example we want to set for Mar’i.” 

Kory pressed her lips against his jaw, cupping his face with both hands.

“I love you so much,” she said fiercely, “and I will do my best to make this easier for you if you would only just -”

“I’m not keeping the beard, Kory.”

She pouted and unwound herself from him.

“Clorbag.”

“I love you too, dearest,” Dick said drily, “it seems your separation anxiety was quick to disappear.”

“The only separation you need to be concerned for is that between you and all of your razors,” she said mischievously, darting into the hallway to beat him to the bathroom, “and every other sharp object I can hide will be hidden.”

“Don’t touch my shurikens!” Dick yelped, groaning when a sudden cry sounded from behind him.

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled, bending over to pick up his daughter and cuddle her into his chest, “Kory and her hormones, you and your...well, you’re a baby, so it’s not really your fault. I mean, of course, you’ll miss me. We spend all day together.”

Mar’i looked up at him with wide, curious eyes, as if encouraging him to go on.

“You let me talk about pretty much anything. Your mom does it too, but sometimes she falls asleep or gets bored and she’s not terrific at hiding it when she’s not interested. You also threw up on your Uncle Jason the first time he held you, which was pretty cool.”

She babbled something in baby and gripped his shirt, pulling herself into an easy float above his arms.

“You seem to like my music more than anyone else’s. And you fall asleep on top of me when we’re watching the game,” he continued, bringing his fingers up to tickle her tummy. 

Mar’i giggled and lost her balance, falling back into his hands.

“Let’s see...you’re definitely the cutest baby the world has ever seen. You behave perfectly with all your uncles and aunts. Even when Damian tried to kill you. You just zapped him with a little starbolt and laughed.”

Dick stared into her perfect green eyes and couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness come over him. Nine months did feel too soon, in some ways. Mar’i had only just started walking. And her babbling was becoming increasingly more frequent. How long would it be before she said her first words? Would he even be there when she did?

“I’m going to miss being home, just so you know. A lot. But I definitely have to go. So you and your mom can’t try anything funny, okay?”

Shit. Were his eyes wet? Was he crying?

“I won’t be gone for too long tomorrow. Just in the morning. And then we can spend the rest of the day together.”

Mar’i raised a palm and rubbed it against his beard, showing him a gummy smile that was punctuated with two tiny baby teeth. 

He was definitely crying. 

“Anyway, I’m going to put you to bed now and stop your mom from destroying all the sharp things in the house, because I’m going to have to shave in the morning and that’s just a reality she’ll have to face -” 

He pulled Mar’i away from him slowly, lowering her back into the crib, retracting her immediately after the shrieking began.

“It’s bedtime, starshine, please, please go to sleep.”

But Mar’i, with a stubborn sense of persistence rivaling that of her father and mother, continued to scream and cry until Dick was snuggling her close to his chest, her fingers curled up in the cotton of his t-shirt.

Which is exactly how Kory found them thirty minutes later, having thrown out every razor-like thing she could possibly think of. Dick was still standing there in the center of the room, in the glow of the stars they had painted together, staring down at his daughter with tired, watery eyes. 

“Ah,” Kory said smugly, “I believe I am not the only one with a case of separation anxiety.”

Her husband looked over at her, something unreadable in his expression.

“How serious were you about making another one?”

Kory smiled wickedly. 

“I am always ready for you, my love.”