#kyle rayner white lantern

[messenger-of-babel]

Green With Infatuation

Summary: Kyle hopes with all his heart that you like him back after rumors begin floating around. (Kyle Rayner x reader)

Word Count: 1.5K

Notes: Kyle just being a love sap (I know he's a more fleshed out character than that but sometimes I want to curse his romance).

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Kyle Rayner was many things.

He was a green lantern, a defender of Earth. He had carried the white lantern mantle for a while as well, until he tried to resurrect the Blue Lantern Corp. He was a friend to many, and when he felt like it, a pain in Hal Jordan's side (even though the other man took it in good mirth). However, nothing was a strong as what he knew himself to be at the core: A man head over heels for you.

From the first time he had seen you, he couldn't help but be captivated. The way that you smiled at him made him feel like he held up the sun, your eyes crinkling at the corners. He didn't often come by the Justice League headquarters, mostly just when Hal or John put a request in for extra backup. However, he found himself going back repeatedly when he wasn't needed, pacing through the halls just for a chance of seeing you again.

You were a secretary hired by the Batman himself, keeping things orderly and neat to the eyes of the public. He'd come to get coffee with Hal, looking through the glass wall of the second floor to the reception you manned. He'd watch how day after day you dealt with angry members of the public or crazed fans trying to get past you. Not that they could, everything beyond a certain point was access restricted so they wouldn't be able to do so much as call the elevator. With a sigh and a calm smoothing of your shirt you'd click the call button under your desk, security coming to whisk the person annoying you away.

He also saw you at some of the work functions, little get togethers that Superman held to try and encourage a team environment. You were invited to those too but seemed wildly out of place among all of the superpowered (or in the Bat's case, heavily armed) figures in the room. Since Kyle had been dropping by more and more frequently for months now, they invited him along. Every time they didn't, he asked to come along with Hal.

He yearned to talk to you, yet there was a pit of worry clawing at his gut. He wished he could take off the mask and talk to you normally, like you were both casual civilians bumping into each other on the street. He had debated that exact scenario multiple times, but he didn't want to be a stalker. If you two ever did end up together, he didn't want to have the foundations of the relationship be a lie. That wouldn’t be fair to you.

So, he watched from a distance, studying the way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you held yourself. Catching sight of Diana coming towards him, he nodded his head in polite greeting. The Amazonian returned the gesture, drink in hand as she leans on the wall next to him. "Rayner," she greets quietly, lips quirking into a grin. "I've been seeing you a lot more at these kinds of things. Don't tell me you're actually starting to enjoy them?" she teases. he shrugs his shoulders, smiling back.

"It's not like the corps are gonna throw a Christmas party anytime soon, I'll take what I can get." he chuckles, raising his glass to hers in a toast. She clinks her own cup against his, and they both take a sip in silence. Automatically his eyes seek you out again, picking you out of the crowd as you talk to Superman. Diana's eyes follow his.

"Have you met our secretary yet?" she asks, curious. He shakes his head, throat feeling dry.

"No, I don’t think I have." he replies, trying to control the thudding of his pulse. She clicks her teeth at his answer, humming lightly.

"They're a civilian that helps us out. Batman hired them to try and manage PR, you know, when people think we aren't doing anything. They help keep those tabloids from running rampant, and they do a pretty good job of it." Kyle turns to look at her, eyebrow raised.

"Doesn't that make them a target?" he asks. "If they're a civilian at the front desk of the Justice League, isn't there enemies of you all that would love to get the chance to take a free hit?"

Diana shrugs in response. "There was at the start, and truthfully it was quite scary." she says. "But our enemies realised rather quickly that to be a mistake. There's always someone at the headquarters, and they just better hope that it isn't Batman's shift." She jokes, waving her hand. "Besides, everyone figured out pretty quick that they've got a guard dog watching 24/7. No one's coming to get them knowing that."

He huffs out a laugh, grin gracing his lips into a smile. "Who's that? Don't tell me it’s the Bat, I won't believe you."

Diana laughs, shaking her head. "No, it's not Batman." she says, eyes sparkling as she smiles. "I thought you would have known."

"Why?"

"Because he's a lantern." she says matter of factly, pushing off the wall as waving as she heads back into the small crowd. His heart thuds in his chest, world slowing down around him momentarily. Did she know about how he felt? rushed around his mind, making his hands twitch nervously. He excuses himself politely, wondering just how often he had to have been caught staring for Diana to put something like that together.

As he heads for the bathroom to wash his face, he fails to notice that you've since stopped your conversation with Superman, instead conversing with the Flash and Hal. If he had paid attention just a touch closer, he would have seen the way you stood a little closer to Hal than usual, and the respectful hand that snaked around your waist to sit on your hip.

Since the night of the party, Kyle found himself inextricably coming back to the Justice League base, day after day. Just for a chance to talk to you, a chance to see you, for your hands to accidentally brush against one another when you go to get water from the cooler. You'd give him a smile and a thank you each time, his heart softening after each one. He couldn’t help the daydream of what it would feel like to have you in his arms, and to wake up with you beside him. What your face would look like as he made your favourite meal after a long day of work or flying you up to the tallest building in the city so he could see the lights reflected in your eyes. Hearing the passing chatter of others did nothing to quell his racing heart either.

The rumours that floated around that you were getting close to a Green Lantern made his heart leap from his chest, hands tingling with excitement and blood rushing to his head. When there was any tearoom chatter that you were dating a Lantern, he brushed it off. He hadn't been that forward, had he?

He tried to push past it, smiling and striking up conversation with you a bit more. His lips longed to ask you questions about what the two of you were. He had just seen it as friends, but did you see it differently? Did you want to be with him even a fraction of the way that he wanted to be with you?

When you mention your respect for the work that the Lantern's did, giving him a genuine thanks, he swore that the sun came out in a halo behind you. Of course he played it off as well as he always did, lovesick smile pulling his lips back and dark hair flopping over his eyes as he laughs and tells you not to worry about it. Every compliment you give him, every time you talk about how much you liked a certain lantern in particular made his chest pound. His throat felt tight, brain racing at the way that you brought it up so casually.

Was this your way of signalling your interest in him? Was he being too dense?

Hope fluttered weakling in his chest each time, making him giddy. When he saw you with Hal, he waved politely at the two of you, carrying on his business. He so desperately wanted to say that if you wanted to get to know him better, that you could just ask him, not Hal. He didn't bite and he didn't have any intention of being rude to you. He chalked it up to you just being scared, a nervousness that he could relate to all too well.

That's why when he sees the two of you leaving one evening, he can only sigh dreamily from the sidelines. So in love and heart fluttering with hope he can barely register the arm Hal has thrown around your neck, or the fact that it's his jacket covering your shoulders. He doesn't take note of the way you kiss Hal's cheek rounding the corner, or the way his coworker smirks and leans down to whisper something in your ear.

Kyle Rayner was a man well and truly in enraptured, with eyes that were lovestruck and hopeful.

Even if that hope was a false one.

[bearforceone3]

i have an excuse to post this because kyle’s a white lantern again

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

Another chapter of my "The Waynes on Twitter" work on AO3

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[llmsos]

THE JAYKYLE FANDOM IS DEAD. REPOST TO KEEP IT DEAD!

[stardayzzing]

[Another twt request]

So I wasn't supposed to colored like any of these like this but somebody asked for white lantern Kyle and I got too excited

I may consider actually relining and coloring it properly sometime but for now it got somewhere djdjd

[soranatus]

GREEN LANTERN/GURREN LAGANN By Jo Cheol-Hong (Mi-Gyeung), the artist of The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance, Rangers Academy, Beastlands comics

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

DC finally remembering that Kyle and Wally are friends

But also forgetting that Kyle's mom died years ago

(Holiday Preview Taste of Justice #1)

[glitter-stained]

I need a jaykyle enemies/rivals to lovers where the tension between them is expressed most violently through the dynamic of: "I could write RPF of you pregnant" VS "I could draw fanart of you pregnant", which eventually bleeds into "i'm gonna get you pregnant just you wait" which they did not intend to turn out the way it did

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

Batlantern and Jaykyle fans don’t use Guy Gardener and Dick Grayson as a chaotic duo enough, because what do you mean there’s no fic where Batlantern and Batlantern jr vacation at the same alien planet by “coincidence”

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Kyle and Jo

[messenger-of-babel]

Conversations

Summary: You wished that Kyle could distinguish between argument and conversation.

Word Count: 1.3K

Notes: Aaaahh I’m new to Kyle Rayner as I’ve just started reading his runs but I really liked him and wanted to give him a spin. He’s probably my second fav lantern (after Hal) and I’ve got some kinks to work out with nailing his personality, but I’ll get it with a bit of practice. I was trying to keep him in line with his dreamer/romantic side ya know? Anyways, first week down already folks!

(Additional side note: posting this early tonight cause of a killer migraine so please be patient with tomorrow's upload. )

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Even if you were yelling at him, Kyle thought you were beautiful.

The sun caught your hair in the morning light, and his eyes traced the sleep still in the corner of your eyes. There were lines on your face from the pillow, and your lip was sucked between your teeth.

"Kyle? Are you listening?" you sigh softly, and he responds with a faint smile.

"You're beautiful."

You pinch the bridge of your nose, exhaling. "Great. So, you're not even listening." you sigh. His smile wavers slightly. He knew you wanted to talk about something heavier than he would like for the first thing in the morning, but he couldn't help but try to steer it away from that. After all, you had said that you didn't intend to stay the night last evening, that you came over just to talk, but you ended waking up beside him the next morning. Surely, he could talk you out of this if he swung it correctly. His lips quirk up again, making his eyes light up with a playful warmth.

"I am listening," he defends. "I just can't help if you look beautiful this early in the morning."

"I'm not in the mood for flattery, Rayner." you sigh, hands on your hips. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation right now. You're not taking anything into account, which is the exact reason we keep having this argument." You throw your hands up in the air, clearly frustrated.

He puts his hands in front of him, making a soothing motion. "Woah, woah, we haven't been having arguments, we've been having conversations," he corrects sternly. "Those are two very different things, babe. We're okay."

"You always say that," you groan. "What kind of discussion ends with the tears, Kyle? This isn't a conversation if I'm the only one talking. You keep dodging the questions, the situation, and it just gets worse!" you say frustrated, hands coming to cover your face. "I shouldn’t have even stayed the night. I knew I shouldn't have stayed the night." you groan, a well of regret and shame writing around in your stomach as your pinch at the bridge of your nose again.

"Hold on," he interjects. "It's not a mistake. We're a couple, that’s what couples do."

You sigh through the nose at that. "Yeah? If we're a couple, why have I been sleeping at my place for the last week? Why haven't we gone on any dates? Why haven't we been calling? This is more than a rough patch, which you already refuse to acknowledge. We're essentially broken up. It was a long time coming, and if you actually stopped to listen for a moment, you'd realise that too. We need to break up." you say a matter of factly, slightly out of breath from your rant.

You didn’t want to say that. Hell, if you had asked yourself from a year ago if you wanted to break up with Kyle Rayner, the answer would have been an immediate 'Hell no'. You just couldn't do it anymore, the constant speed that your relationship had been progressing. Kyle took you on dates like he wanted to be married to you yesterday, despite only recently hitting your one-year anniversary. Don't get it wrong, you weren't complaining about him being in love with you, especially after the disappointing string of partners before him. He made it seem like you held up the sun and kept the world from collapsing. Like you were some goddess that could solve anything with a simple touch.

But that was exactly the problem.

He treated you like a martyr, like someone who could do no wrong. You were sick of being the princess stuck in the tower. Want to go to Gotham for a show? No, too dangerous, didn't you hear about the crime rate recently? How about going to Metropolis to visit your old college friend? You've got to be joking with him. Do you know how many superpowered maniacs tear through those streets on a daily basis? Coast City? It was essentially the walking dead every now and then and he wasn't going to risk you being there when it happened (plus Hal Jordan). No, you were to stay right here, in Los Angeles.

That kind of care was endearing at first, until you began to feel disconnected. from everything. You weren't some damsel that needed to be protected, god damnit, you were a fully functioning adult, not a child. But no. Kyle Rayner had to be there, had to be your knight in shining armour, had to keep the walls padded. It started to feel like you were dating a parent instead of a partner in the way that you would act and lash out to try and get him to relax his reins a little. He'd always just stand there, taking blow after blow without actually listening to your words. Just throwing back compliments, dodging the conversation skillfully and downplaying the situation. It was like dating a broken record, the same dismissive positivity on loop 24/7.

You were going to snap eventually.

It was wearing you down, the constant affirmations that everything was fine when it was not. Then it had begun the months of him putting you on that pedestal. Like all things it was fine at the start, but soon you became your own worst enemy. Soon you were chasing the perfect version of yourself that only Kyle could see, burning yourself out to be that person until you turned to see the damage you'd done to yourself. When you'd ask him to stop, that you were human like everyone else and had negative emotions, there was a small upset flicker across his face. He just couldn't understand why you'd be sad or angry or frustrated after a long day of work. Don't you love your coworkers? Why are you mad at your cubicle partner? You were the most understanding person on the planet, so surely you understood where they were coming from.

You had decided that you were done with the love bombing. You could see in the way his eyes looked at you, the dreamy expression on his face even in the midst of your fights that he was in love with the idea of you, not actually you.

And you would be lying if you said that it didn't hurt.

While you're standing on the other side of the bedroom, lip worried between your teeth his thoughts are running wild. However, no matter how fast they race, there isn't a pulse of panic that can course through his body. You both had always managed to fix any bumps in your relationship, and Kyle knew you were the best thing that happened to him. He wasn't going to let go anytime soon, and he was convinced that you wouldn't either. When he sees the start of the tears on your waterline though, his heart clenches. His lips tilt into a frown and he comes around to your side to lift your face, but you gently tip your chin out of his grip.

"Babe, why are you crying?" he asks, heart sinking at just the idea of you being sad. Sure, you sometimes cried during your conversations, but he knew that was just your way of expelling energy, of getting the bad emotions out of your system. They were disrupting your perfect relationship, so you were releasing them, he knew that. You just shake your head, choking down a hiccup.

"That's it, Kyle." you whisper. "This is it. You just don't get it." You frustratedly sigh, turning away from him to get your keys and purse thrown on his dresser from last night. "I'm gone. This has to be an official break up, we can't keep doing this." you choke out, voice thick as you throw your coat on, not caring that you look ready for the walk of shame out of his apartment. He tilts his head curiously as you pass him, your throat bobbing as you swallow.

"Goodbye, Kyle Rayner." you say, before you all but sprint for the door.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. As he hears the front door slam, he exhales, disappointed. He was hoping he could take you out to that brunch place you liked near the park, and then go feed the ducks. It always seemed to make you smile, radiant and full of life. He mulled your words over in his head, a flash of panic shooting through his heart for a second. Were you actually going to leave? No, you wouldn't do that. Not to the perfect arrangement you two had. You were made for each other.

Break up?

Surely you just meant that you were taking a break.

[bearforceone3]

black lantern guy gardner vs white lantern kyle rayner, or as i like to call it, “a heated argument between friends”

[punkeropercyjackson]

Tim and Duke being Robin at the same time but Tim is Batman's Robin and Duke is The Outlaws' Robin and Duke getting insecure over how he's a 'poser' Robin because he ran away from Gotham as he hears about Tim's accomplishments for the city on the news and bottling it up until he gets especially upset overthinking maybe Jason would rather have Tim as his Robin than him until on homemade milkshakes night at The Fortress when he overhears Jason telling Kyle about how he hated the Robin mantle after he died but Duke brought the magic back into it in his eyes with his spark and says he's only reason he thinks the Robin legacy is worth keeping and going on and that he's the realest Robin since Dick himself.Cue him getting tumbled out of his seat by a streak of opalescent yellow light in an iron grip hug and the sun pocket in question refusing to let go of him,not that he had any protests,until they wake up together in Jason's bed in the morning and Kyle waking them up with loaded breakfast burritos and rootbeer floats and mocking Jason going soft yet telling Duke he's the best Robin anyone could ever ask for in the same breath as he ruffles his hair and smiles smugly at him like a proud older brother

[twobatsies]

me when period cramps

[ruershrimo]

softness- kyle rayner x reader

nighttime is a gateway to a different reality. past seven o’clock, the evening sky opens, and with it the stars descend into visibility, covering the world as you know it in a diamond-studded veil. hues of all sorts mix and run across it like a borderless field, and you’re not an artist, but it sure does look beautiful, and you ache to create something to commit it to memory.

you may not be an artist, but kyle is. you wonder how he feels now, because if this awakens an inkling of creativity within you of all people, he must be itching to grab a pen and a sketchbook at the moment.

from your balcony window you gaze out into the skyline, searching for him as if you somehow had the ability to. if you could see him, you’d fashion him the evening star in your head, glowing green or white, depending on the day. when you’re too tired to continue, you head to bed. maybe your attempt tonight, like it has been recently for all of these few days, is futile once again.

kyle rushes back after he’s done with today’s tasks. new york city, buried in its slumber, is oblivious to green lantern as a flurry of energy follows behind him, until he’s back in a dingy apartment that’s only maintained by you. this whole week he’s conjured up his sketchbook and pencil with the ring, drawing you more than fifty times— which is a new record, according to hal. the strokes to form your features and the shading of your face under the sunlight have been ingrained into his brain like second nature. he’s passed through the stratosphere, and now by air planes, skyscrapers and the like. from his ring he constructs a bouquet of flowers— they’re the ones you love, save for the fact that it’s completely green and would disintegrate once kyle willed it to.

“hey, honey,” he goes, landing on the balcony.

“hi.”

kyle holds the flowers out. “here, for you.”

“oh, my favourite,” you smile. constructs are translucent, so when you keep a petal between your index and your thumb, you can see through the bouquet.

“couldn’t get you the real ones, though.”

“the real ones aren’t my favourite anymore,” you say, “it’s these ones, specifically.”

his heart overflows with adoration at that, nearly bursting. “sorry I was gone so long. I didn’t get to tell you, but something came up, and I had to be gone for a few days, I—”

“it’s okay. I’m happy you’re back,” you reply, “by the way, I told them to extend your deadline because of a family emergency, so I hope that’s okay with you. —oh, and I was about to sleep. are you tired?”

he glances around. the kitchen counter is all pristine and clean, his and your room tidied and the bedsheets freshly washed.

“no, no I’m okay,” he says, voice instantly getting softer, “thanks for taking care of everything,” he continues as he kisses your forehead, “you should go rest. I’ll handle whatever else is left in the morning, I promise.”

“you don’t have to promise anything,” you comment, “if you don’t know if you can keep it, it’s okay. being a hero is important.” gently, you pull him into a tender embrace, until the two of you are swaying from side to side a little, languidly and smoothly, and the ring changes him from his uniform to the shirt he was wearing a week ago. he strokes your hair. for the past week he’s been green lantern, a hero, a soldier, a member of the corps and the justice league, and now all he is is a man who wants to be home. a man who’s happy he’s returned to you now.

“is it tiring, having to pick up after me like this?”

you shake your head. “not in a bad way. it makes me feel exhausted, but I still want to do it. you come back at night when I’m asleep and leave in the morning when I’m barely awake, but I can understand. they say that when things are sparse you appreciate them more, so you just become more precious to me.”

“but if it tires you out—”

“then you can help me do it tomorrow. I’m not going to leave,” you reassure him, “not now. I don’t think I will until you want me to, because I’m taking the chance that you feel the same way. to me that’s what this is about. so always remember that I’ll stay here.” you turn your head, looking up at him, boring into his eyes, sweet and brown like chocolate. “—hey, that was good. I think I summed it up pretty succinctly. it was good, right?”

“yeah,” he agrees, “it really was.”

his hand slides down to the small of your back, rubbing it over with his palm. “I love you.”

“I love you too, kyle. let’s go to sleep.”

tomorrow, he’s going to stay. he’ll go pick up the clothes from the dry cleaners, and then he’ll draw until he makes his deadline. he’ll coax you back to sleep when you wake up, and kiss your eyelids when you do. he’ll ride the subway and hold the handle wishing it’s your hand in his, then he’ll come back and make sure there’s breakfast ready on the stove for you.

when he was younger, he would have ruined it in some way— jumped to conclusions, taken you for granted, or something. he’s in his thirties now, and he hasn’t felt his hand without the weight of the ring or the burden of green lantern in ages. you’re his respite from all of that. and in the past, he wouldn’t have wanted to keep you chained, would have let you go somehow.

now he’s different, perhaps wisened by age or by being with you, someone akin to a steady stream of water, ever stable and calm. it’s good for him, and now he knows that it’s not the time to let you go. he knows he can change, to be more fluid the same way you are, to hold on to you and mold himself into someone who can support you and not shackle you. you said not to make promises, so he won’t. the last one he makes is the only one he needs, the one he’ll always keep. that he’ll always be there for you, that you’re all he ever needs these days.

the next morning he leaves the bed only to start cooking in the kitchen. not to set out into the galaxy, or to the watchtower, or to oa. just to the kitchen in your tiny shared apartment, or to his workstation so that he can get his next paycheck. his fingers brush through your hair a little, and the callouses from his pencil and art supplies graze against your cheek and lip. you’re still asleep.

he decides he’ll save the money in the bank (he guesses age has taught him how to be a little smarter with money, too) for the right time to spend it on you or on buying a better place. then when things are settled enough, he’ll finally be able to put that ring on your finger.

for now, though, he’s satisfied that he has this. so he’ll do everything to show you that; to make sure that you feel just as lucky.

some notes about this short piece

I actually like kyle a lot. he’s my favourite green lantern and probably my second favourite dc character of all time. however, I haven’t actually read a lot of his stuff.

right now I’m reading his 90s issues, and they’re really fun to read. but I’ve also read kyle rayner and the omega men, and I’m not sure if it’s ooc or not, but there was such a big gap in personality from his 90s comics and the omega men. I wanted to touch it on it a little, which was what I mentioned here.

still, although this piece may be ooc, I hope you enjoy it either way. I enjoyed writing it a lot, and I really do love kyle

thank you so much!

[soranatus]

WHITE LANTERN KYLE In Green Lantern (2023) #17