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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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50 with Kyle Rayner?

shortcake, shortstack, mini me

50. Putting a hand over the other's mouth to shut them up

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“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, looking up at the man above him strapped in his seat, whose brows were drawn together in anger, lips pulled in the darkest frown he’d ever seen.

He scowled down at him. “Mad, is the smallest word for what I am, Kyle Rayner.”

“Babe, I didn’t know the trajectory was going to send us here.”

“You literally jetted us out of the spaceship onto a planet MADE OF FUCKING VOLCANOES! IN THE MOST LOVING WAY I CAN SAY THIS, YOU ARE A GODDAMN MORON!”

Kyle’s lips pulled downwards, so pitiful as he whined, “It was an accident, babe! I said I was sorry!”

He glared at Kyle and unlatched the seat-belt across his waist, catching himself on his hands and knees so he didn’t land on him. “You’re gonna be sorry when I plant my foot up your ass.”

Kyle waggled his brows. “Is that a prom—MMHPF!”

Slapping a hand across Kyle’s mouth, he griped, “Shut up.”

A red light pinged on the door and a voice came through rather worried. GL, BL, come in! Are you two okay?

He raised his free hand to the wall and a blue finger poked the button as he said, “We’re good, Hal.” Glaring at Kyle, he added, “We’re alive, no thanks to Kyle’s landing.”

“Mm smaimd mi mas mormy!”

Do you two need a rescue or are you able to get to the anomaly by yourselves?

“Green and Blue have it under control, Hal. Don’t get your flight suit in a twist.”

Cute, BL. Highball out.

He pulled his hand away from Kyle’s mouth and stood up, leaving the Green Lantern to scramble up behind him. “Babe, I’m sorry.”

“When we get home, you’re making me dinner and dessert for two weeks straight.”

“If that’s what it takes for you to stop being mad, I’ll do it forever.”

He took Kyle’s hand and winked at him. “Sounds like a plan…you’re still a moron though.”

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jasonstodger · 9 months

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masterlist.

Jason Todd

Imagines/drabbles

Hard to crack

Shy! Jason

Oneshots

"Exes Eat Out" [smut]

"Uncorrupt me" [non-graphic smut]

"Old Friends" [smut]

Dick Grayson

Imagines/drabbles

Exhibitionist! Dick

Love of the Hunt

Oneshots

"Coffee's Good" [smut]

Kyle Rayner

Imagines/drabbles

Kyle is a tease

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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Imagine Kyle rayner with a air headed s/o

(There isn't much fics of him on this app.)

𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 ⎹ 𝓚.𝓡.

fandom dc comics / lanterns masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring kyle rayner x gl in training!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog. all characters featured are 18+

content warning all smut, dumbification, use of the word bimbo ( affectionate ), subspace kinda, ahegao

summary Kyle spoils his little airhead

word count 1.6k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

Kyle loved visiting his silly girl on Oa.

he would sneak into your training sessions, just to see your eyes sparkle with excitement when you caught sight of him. how you would stop whatever you were doing, mid-construct or not, and give him an excited wave, chewing on your lower lip. then, without fail, your shoulders would bunch up when your training officer barked at you for losing concentration.

Kyle, trying to stifle his fond chuckling, would simply tap his temple with his forefinger, twice, and mouth the word: “Focus.” he didn’t revel in pissing off your superiors, but he couldn’t help himself.

you were just so damn cute.

but what he really loved about visiting you, was moments like this.

it was much too late, and while Kyle knew he shouldn’t keep you up, it was hard to say no to you when you straddled his lap. your svelte fingers interlaced with his, palms pressing against his much stronger ones, you give all your trust to him— keep you upright while you ride him.

once you found your slow and steady rhythm, taking him deep so you could grind against the his pelvis, you were consumed almost entirely by lust, and Kyle liked to watch you go completely dumb on his cock. if a sight more adorable than your dick-drunk smile, glazed over eyes, and whiny babbling ever existed, than the Honor Guard had never seen it. “Look at you,” he purrs, giving both of your hands a squeeze in hopes to get your attention, but you’re so far gone, it doesn’t matter either way. “Is my silly girl just so happy to ride? Does it feel too good?” your head lolls, which could’ve been interpreted as a nod, and Kyle chortles. “Mm, I know, baby, I can tell.” he shifts underneath you, letting go of your hands to push himself to sit up, and your fingers clamp on to each shoulder, nails biting at the skin as you’re boosted up and down, before he’s face to face with you. whimpering, feeling the swollen tip of his cock prodding at your belly button, your back arches, bringing him closer, deeper still, and both of his palms envelop your warm cheeks. “Your pretty, little head is completely empty, isn’t it?” he croons, allowing his couplet to crest over the bridge of your nose, his panting drowned out by your string of sultry moans. “You don’t even care what I’m saying to you right now, just as long as I don’t pull out of your warm, soft pussy—“ he smiles, dragging his lips down to meet yours. your jaw is already slack, allowing for your babbling to drip from your swollen lips like honey, but they at least make an attempt to kiss him back. you nod, hands careening under his arms and around to grip his shoulder blades, pull him closer. you would never be satisfied with how deep he was— you always needed more when it came to Kyle. “Just my sweet bimbo, aren’t you, cutie?”

another nod, but this time you purred out, “I’m your sweet bimbo!” as you take him hilt deep, clenching around the base of him until he’s smiling with grit teeth. “And I— I—love it!”

“Such a good baby for me,” he mutters, voice husky, eyes heavily lidded, but he keeps his gaze on your countenance. your eyes couldn’t lock on to his, for you were much too spaced out, “even fucking yourself full of dick and completely braindead, you still try to answer me?” his lips are moving against yours, but you’re trying to capture them in a kiss, and he wasn’t having it.

he’d started to guide your movements, rocking his hips to meet your grinding. your walls spasm around his thickness grateful and fervent, as the protruding veins massage the tightening canal “Kyle— baby—“ you mewl, eyes rolling back. “Please…”

you were so close already, too tender to wait on him— that’s what you get for dating an Honor Guard that you rarely see— it becomes exponentially more difficult to keep yourself from falling apart the very second he was inside you.

“What do you want, silly girl? Use your words for me.”

but he was making it so damn difficult; with each firm bucking of his hips, you’re fucked deeper into stupidity— every thought that tried to surface that was irrelevant to the fact that he was buried balls deep in your belly was immediately drowned in the depths of pure euphoria flooding your mind.

“G— gonna cum…” you whine, dragging your nails over the hard pads of muscle against his shoulder blade, “gonna… o—oh, cumming!”

Kyle rained affectionate, open mouthed pecks over your cheeks, edging closer to your lips each time, and he groans, “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” he didn’t have to give you permission, but the neediness in his husky voice sends you over the edge— it was as if he couldn’t wait to see you fall apart, like he was just hardly holding on to a thread of self control. he must be just as close as you were, and you hadn’t even realized it. “Let me… let me feel you shake on my cock…” now, you could hear it. the hiss as he clamps his teeth together. his restraint is failing— he couldn’t wait to cum, either.

and that just made your orgasm hit you that much harder.

you come undone with a squeak of air escaping your lips when the tip of your tongue slips out, dangling over the curve of your lower tier. usually, Kyle would’ve smothered your mouth against his own, but he wanted to hear each and every lusty, broken sound that escaped tonight. huffing, your body arches again, twisted into an S as you whimpered, eyes crossing until you were seeing double, then triple, of your boyfriend. “That’s it,” he murmurs, the rhythm slowing as soon as you dig your knees into his ribs. your body is completely possessed by ferocious aftershocks, from your quivering thighs to your fluttering eyelids, “so good…” you were babbling now, your typical, grateful and affection blithering in his ear. telling him how much you love his cock, and how hard you’ve just cum, and he’s twitching now. both hands fleeing to grip your hips. you slump backwards, your shoulders and the back of your head hitting the mattress, and you moan. Kyle pushes himself on to his knees, using the grip on your hips to pull you to meet a slow, deep thrust. “Look at that, silly girl, taking me so deep, fuck…”

if you could’ve, you would’ve lifted yourself into his motion, but there’s no way your muscles would work— not when they felt like jelly. so, you allow your head to roll to one side, bleating. and then, Kyle’s on you in a minute, pressing his sweat-soaked torso to yours, kissing your neck as he pushes as deep as you’ll allow him to go with a dizzy, grunted, “All mine.” all his muscles go taut, and he’s panting in your ear, your name on a loop, until you feel the tension snap and warmth seeps into your belly.

you’re beaming; a precious, drunken smile plastered on your face as you comb through his damp, raven tendrils. “Promise?” you ask, biting on your lip. “Promise I’m all yours?”

Kyle is only now starting to breathe easy now, and he buries his face in your neck, tracing his initials with the tip of his tongue over your pulse point. “I promise, baby.”

content, you twist a dark curl between your fingers, staring at it. “Do you leave in the morning?” you ask, fighting back a frown. you knew he had work to do, and it was unfair to expect the honor guard to hang around Oa when the galaxy needed saving. still, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment when he nodded his head. you push your lower lip out in a frown and whined an irresistible, “Kyyyyyle!”

a soft chuckle slips from his reddened lips when he pulls back to look at you, tracing your pout with the pad of his finger. he was always so delicate— must be the artist’s touch. “What’s wrong, silly girl?”

“Can we do it again?” you ask, kissing his finger, eyelashes fanning against the warm apples of your cheeks. “One more time?”

exasperated, Kyle smiles, wide. “Again?” he asks, incredulous, “Isny this the third round we’ve gone?”

“Yeah.”

“And don’t you have an evaluation in the morning with your commander?” his brow quirks.

your nod, sheepish, but hold those puppy dog eyes on him. you can all but see him cracking. he’s never been able to resist that look.

finally, he groans with a fond smile, and reaches down to gather both of your legs, bracing his palms at your knees and bringing them together, upwards, he pins them to your chest. you coo, victoriously, and hook both arms around the back of your knees, watching him get into the perfect position, on his knees. you can feel his cum leaking out of you already, while he pumps himself hard again, and you giggle when he looks you over, muttering, “You’re spoiled rotten, baby.”

#kyle rayner #Kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x you #kyle rayner smut #kyle rayner imagine #green lantern smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #green lantern imagine #dc comics #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader

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dearest-dirt · 1 year

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Moments Between Lovers (Kyle Rayner x Reader)

Warning: Very Fluffy

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 507

Masterlist

Author’s Note: Hi! I want DC to know that if they ever hurt my little baby boy, I will gnaw off their heads. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Bestie, please reblog!

Summary: Kyle is very much in love and he has the drawings to prove it.

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You studied Kyle’s face, wondering what he was drawing. You didn’t want to disturb him; he looked too cute with his tongue slightly sticking out and his eyebrows knitted together. You just went back to laying on the couch, mindlessly watching some movie on tv.

Kyle would occasionally look up from his sketchbook. His eyes gazing intently at your body, at your face, the way you were laying on the couch. He would then go back to drawing you half from sight, half from memory. His mind occasionally lingering in memories of the feel of your skin against his, your lips against his, your hands in his.

You were starting to fill all the pages of his sketchbooks. A study of your hands, eyes, nose, smile, hair, etc. A study of you. Various mundane activities you did, were translated into art every chance he got. From cooking dinner, to folding laundry, to brushing your teeth, it was all there. He was trying to capture all the moments he wasn’t there for, all that he missed from being away so much. And he missed the mundane moments just as much as everything else.

When you looked back at him again, he looked up from his drawing to meet your loving gazing. You sat up and motioned for him to come to you. He smiled and shook his head, rejecting your offer. You thought for a moment before getting up and walking across the floor to him. He closed his sketchbook and set it aside, just as you sat down next to him.

“Whatcha drawing? Can I see?” You ask.

“It’s not done yet,” he shrugged, playfully nudging you with his shoulder. You smiled.

“Just once I wish you would draw me,” you joked. You had sat for a few sketches before but you hadn’t seen the fact that you had taken up almost every inch of the sketchbook. You didn’t pry into his sketchbooks out of respect for his privacy; plus, if he wanted you to see something, he would just show you. “I wouldn’t mind sitting for you. I could be your muse.” You striked a pose as you conclude your sentence. Kyle laughed and tackled you to the ground with affection.

He caught your lips onto a passionate kiss. His fingers interlaced with yours as you kissed him back with equal passion. Pulling away he rested his forehead against your, eyes looking deeply into yours.

“Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Yes, about every 10 minutes.” You nodded, slightly laughing.

“Hum, not enough,” he pretended to contemplate. “I’m gonna tell you every 5 minutes now. I love you,” he said, wearing a big goofy smile.

You laughed in response, “That was twice in like 30 seconds.” You lifted your head up to kiss him again. Pulling away you whispered, “I love you too.”

Your eyes gazing into his with so much love, affection, and admiration, that his breath hitches. He makes a mental note to draw the way you were looking at him.

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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months

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Can i request the continuation of jason todd and dick grayson yandere ask? Maybe add in smut aswell. (Don't force yourself!, Take a good care of yourself 💗)

-🥚 anon

Yandere Jason Todd x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Part 2

Headcanons

Imagine sitting in a spinny chair petting a cat like a bond villain. I have wanted to write a part two for this for a while. Instead of reader just dating his og universes version of them, what if reader was dating multiple people 👀? Cuz you cant imagine the kid of Thawne being a nice person.

Ill refer to readers original universe as OG verse, and the yandere universe as yan verse cuz its easier to understand.

Part 1 can be found here

In part 1 yan Dick and Jason has pretty much abandoned their former dimension in smithereens after having wiped out the entire justice league, as they tried to stop them from crossing dimensions and tearing a hole in reality itself to find you.

So, when Yan Dick and Jason appear in your OG dimension, different procedures set up by the league notify them about the tear in reality and how unstable it is. They’d rush there and find two bloody and battered versions of Dick and Jason, and thinking they fled some battle or a doomed timeline, they bring them to the tower.

When Jason and Dick wake up, they immediately fall back on the many tricks they had been taught under their batman, who was apparently even better at lying than OG batman, as they believe them when they claim their home dimension was destroyed and they have nowhere to go.

It takes a while to work Yan Dick and Jason into the league and their hero roster, but they never suspect them of being anything less than heroes and stable. They start calling them Rick and Jay since it gets confusing with multiple people named the same thing.

They don’t drop hints that they know you, but they do try to figure out where you are and what you are doing at all times, but its harder than they thought it would be. Who would have thought trying to track a guy that can cross dimensions and time at will would be so difficult.

Rick almost bursts a blood vessel when he hears some of the younger OG league members talking about how “Mach 10 has been dating multiple people at once”, and Jay wants to curl up into a ball and disappear and tear himself apart.

Their obsession finally starts showing through the cracks as they use league resources to find you and stalk you. More and more cracks appear in their masks and fake personalities, as they see you going on dates with other people.

Jericho, Jamie Reyes, Roy Harper, Garth, Kyle Rayner, the list went on. You seemed to be dating multiple people at once, at the same time, as you used your powers to be in multiple places at once.

You weren’t a good person, so you hadn’t even felt bad when Jamie had cried finding out you were cheating on him with multiple people, you just shrugged and asked him what he had expected from Thawnes offspring.

It was common knowledge amongst the younger league members that you were down to a roll in the sheets with most, but there wasn’t a loyal bone in your body, and you could easily turn on whoever you were dating at the time if it was part of a plan.

Of course. Rick and Jay never saw you as the problem. How could you be? You were perfect, you were everything that mattered in the multiverse, and you could do no wrong. It had to be your partners that were the issue, they had to be neglecting your needs and leaving you having to resort to finding different ways to meet them.

OG justice league knew Rick and Jay had some issues, but they had always blamed it on coming from a dimension that had been destroyed by some unknown evil. But as time passed, they started to think that maybe the backstory they had been given wasn’t true.

It came to a head when one day Rick almost gutted Roy after he and Jay had followed you around Coast city, where you had met up with Roy and the two of you had gone on a date, ending with you two back in Roy’s apartment.

Rick and Jay were both cracking as they saw others put their grubby disgusting hands all over you and just doing whatever they wanted. Whenever they heard others insult you, they felt like repeating what they had done in their original universe.

After Rick attacked Roy, he was placed on probation. Jay was more subtle about his plans, as he wasn’t as blinded by rage as Rick and was more fueled by not feeling like he was good enough and blaming himself.

People didn’t even put two and two together for a while when your non league admirers started going missing, only to be found much later dead in many different ways. There was no way to tie the murders together, but it was clear there was a pattern, but no one could figure out what it was.

The league finally discovered just what type of people Jay and Rick were when you one day wandered into the tower. Maybe the league needed your help with something involving the speedforce, or the negative speedforce.

But the moment the two yanderes saw you, it was like they became completely different people, the masks they had been wearing for months shattered as they almost stumbled over each other to get to you first.

You just saw in your seat grinning to yourself as they clambered into your lap, vile threats of what he could do to anyone who touched to passing Ricks lips, as Jay warbled out apologies and begs for you to love him and appreciate him.

The league wasn’t sure what to do, but their suspicions only grew. It got to the point where they somehow track down the dimension the Yans originally come from, to see what really happened. Imagine their horror when they learn Rick and Jay killed all of them out of obsession fueled love for you.

But when they finally figured out the truth, Rick and Jay fully dropped their roles and started chasing you around like lovesick puppies again, butchering anyone who got in their way.

The league could lock them up, but they had also seen what happened when they were separated from you, and as long as they were around you and an had no reason to lash out, they seemed fine for the most part.

You had moments where you would peace out to different dimensions, especially when Rick and Jay started foiling all your attempts to mess around with other people, Rick always exploding in rage and Jay breaking down in tears and wails of misery.

Again, you were never a good person, and they annoyed you sometimes, but it was kinda cute to have them begging for scraps of your attention even as the league tried again and again to capture them and lock them away.

Rick and Jay never find a way to lock you away, you are just too powerful. But they at some point stumble across ways to make themselves stronger so they can keep up. Like making themselves speedsters, or developing gear to follow and track you, they come up with something.

But you learn an easy way to distract them is by piling attention on them for a while, get them comfortable, then you can peace out when they get on your nerves.

Jay is always easier to trick than Rick, as Jay is always aching for any tiny piece of attention and love youll give him, his knees always buckling when you kiss him or hold him, words almost akin to worship always tumbling out from between his lips towards you.

Rick is harder to trick, as hes always suspicious and angry, but an easy way is to dominate him in some way, like tying him up and then leaving him there, leaving him to get out on his own, or get help from Jay if he needs it.

All in all, the league is scared and cautious, but knows they wont be an active threat to the league as long as they have you. And your relationship with your yanderes is nowhere near healthy, with you only loving them like someone would love a pet or a toy, and them loving you way too much.

But what can someone expect from the offspring of Thawne, and two extremely unstable Bats.

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br-kker · 2 years

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Alright, alright, alright! I'm bored, so I'm gonna write down some Green Lantern Headcannons for my two favorite GLs!

Pairings: Hal Jordan X Reader, Kyle Rayner X Reader (separate, romantic, gender-neutral)

Media: DC Comics.

Content and/or Warnings: Just my random thoughts, language, probably OOC for both Lanterns, too much talk aviation in Hal's part.

H. Jordan - Green Lantern.

This motherfucker will take you down to Ferris Aircrafts and force you to ride shotgun with him.

"HAL PLEASE LAND THE JET!!!"

"Just breathe, (Y/N); the fun hasn't even began yet!"

I'm not even kidding there's a GL comic called "Green Lantern Secret Files & Origins 2005" where Hal and Kyle ride in a jet together and it's awesome.

Anyways, you eventually get used to him dragging you out to nowhere at 10 pm on a Saturday just to fly jets.

He even teaches you how to fly...

...in the smallest jet.

The both of you have watched Top Gun so many times that not only do you know the script off the top of your head, but you might be able to fly a fighter jet.

Moving past aviation, I feel like Hal makes really good blueberry pancakes.

Also, this man is canonically 6'2 (182 centimeters) and 186 pounds (84 kilograms), so expect this exchange:

"(Y/N), there's a bed for a reason."

"You're comfier, shut up." You muffled due to your face being buried in his chest.

Wearing his pilot jacket CONSTANTLY, especially in front of him.

That man will die happy if he saw you in his jacket

"Babe, wanna dance?" Hal asked, before the both of you horribly danced to some crappy 2000s' pop song.

Frequently patching him up.

"Baby, how did this happen?" You say as you clean a cut on his jaw.

"...ran into a stop sign."

He never lived that down.

He comes from a Catholic and Jewish (ayo fellow Jew) family, so expect the blending of religions

Ok, but just imagine you being part of one of the Lantern Corps and teaming up with him on missions.

Honey, you could be part of the Sinestro Corps and you'd both would raise hell together.

Anyways, both of you guys would take the piss out of Batman and The Flash

You guys have gotten whacked upside the head a few times.

Kyle Rayner - Green/White Lantern.

Let me just get it out of the way: This boy draws you almost any chance he can get.

Especially if you're doing something and don't notice him.

I feel like Kyle would also be into photography, so there's about 292737 Polaroids of god damn everything on the wall or in a box.

You, himself, both of you guys, nature, a cute dog he saw, space, a picture of a hot dog. Name anything, he has a picture of it.

Same thing with his art: It's all over the walls.

Oh, and if you just so happen to be artistic in the slightest? Hope you wanted to keep the puppy-of-a-man for the rest of your life.

I truly believe Kyle makes the best tacos on the planet.

Before any of you come at me, no I did not say that because Kyle is canonically half Mexican. I say that because I literally thought of it and I can't get it out of my head.

This guy lives like a college student without being a college student, so he knows how to make food with minimal ingredients.

Karaoke nights, but it's y'all and a few friends getting absolutely hammered and singing 1980s' songs.

"DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME!!!"

"DON'T, DON'T, DON'T, DON'T!!!"

I can't get this out of my head but Kyle would be best friends with Dick Grayson send Tweet.

Getting confused every time he comes home with a different Green Lantern outfit.

I ain't gonna lie to you guys, but I think Kyle would love to be the little spoon

There's this GL comic called "Green Lantern #154" where Kyle beats the actual shit out of these homophobic dudes that almost killed a gay man. Kyle supremacy.

Guys, get "80 Years of the Emerald Knight." It has your Hal and Kyle fix.

(A/N: Who was gonna tell me that Kyle paired up with Jason Todd and Donna Troy?)

#dc #dc comics #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan #hal jordan imagines #hal jordan headcannons #kyle rayner #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner imagines #kyle rayner headcannons #kyle rayner is an actual daddy in 154 #green lantern x reader #green lantern #green lantern imagines #green lantern headcannons

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internalsealpanic · 2 years

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An Eternity of Lovers will Make Us No Wiser

summary: Hal gives Kyle the brilliant idea of proposing to you with his pelt. This is actually a good idea if A) it didn’t come from Hal; B) it wasn’t half-baked; C) Kyle remembered a very crucial detail. a/n: I am back with my Selkie bullshit. Happy mermay folks! Selkie husbands are very cute and if you do not know the lore for selkies, here is a quick read. If you are new here, yes, I do in fact give my readers homework for a lot of my fics. warnings: I write Kyle like a shojo protag, he is kind of dumb in this, Reader kind of has a defined personality and work. Misunderstandings.

Kyle Rayner is kind of dumb.

Well, no.

Maybe.

Just a little bit.

Ok, he is. Kyle is dumb precisely because he listens to Hal.

No, there are several reasons, but currently, that's what's making him act stupid.

Aside from the usual reason—you.

It’s been approximately 2 weeks, 4 days, 5 hours, and 45 minutes since Kyle started on his quest. Hal had suggested it as a joke but Kyle... well, he liked the idea a little too much and thought it was romantic, and here he is 2 weeks in and utterly frustrated.

He's been leaving his pelt for you to find everywhere in your shared apartment. With your love of aggressive cleaning, Kyle thought it would take 30 minutes and he'd be sweeping you in his arms. But no, Kyle has watched you squint at his pelt, flex your fingers, then move on for two freaking weeks.

Should he just write you a note?

Would you prefer a human proposal?

Could he afford a ring? How big do you want the diamond? Did he even have money in his bank account?

Kyle flattens his face against the countertop, brain overheating from the speed of his thoughts.

You stare in bewilderment as Kyle checks his bank account, face squished against the aged linoleum of your countertop. It's not weird for people to check their bank accounts. It's weird for Kyle to check his. He isn't a broke art student anymore, but old habits die hard.

Speaking of old habits.

You glare at the green hoodie hanging off of your laptop. You have half a mind to fling the thing into the trash but you know Kyle is attached to the stupid thing so you use your coat hanger to fling it at your still mopey boyfriend.

It lands with a barely audible thwap to his face. You may or may not preen. It was a solid hit after all and your hand-eye coordination isn't exactly something to write home about. The smack of his jacket seems to shake Kyle from whatever mental rabbit hole he's flung himself into.

He looks up from beneath the jacket, eyes big and liquid and inhuman. Pulling your laptop to your chest, you rub your eyes not entirely sure your eyes are working properly. Kyle sets the hoodie aside, dragging himself towards you in a sluggish motion. When he reaches you, he leans his entire weight on you nearly toppling you both over onto the floor.

"Kyle!" you hiss, shoving him lightly. Kyle doesn't budge, simply wrapping his arms around you and dramatically groaning into your hair. It's only through your sheer stubbornness that you two don't fall to the floor.

"Jus' lemme hug yooooouuu," he says, putting even more weight on you. Why does his love language have to involve crushing you under his weight and being a dramatic little shit?

Truth was Kyle just really liked being snuggled up against you whenever he was in a mood. You're always just so soft and huggable even when you're hissing at him.

"Nooooo," he mumbles into your hair. He lets his eyes slide shut, loving the feeling of you in his arms. He leans into your more, huffing into your hair. "You're too huggable, my body can't move away."

"Yes, you can, you big goof," you laugh as he maneuvers you against the fridge. The resulting movement tips your balance and you end up smacking against the fridge. You both wince from the sound. Kyle kisses your forehead. You shake your head grumbling about it being the wrong spot.

"Is it this one?" Kyle asks, kissing your cheek. "How about this one," your other cheek, "this one," your jaw, "this one?" He plants a kiss on your neck.

You giggle, kissing his lips. "That one."

"I see," he hums, kissing your lips. His soft lips meld against your, they feel warm and perfect against yours and you can't help but smile against his lips.

"Better?"

"I might need one more," you say, placing your finger against his lips.

"Your wish is my command," he says, nudging his nose against yours and leaning in for another quick peck.

"Now, I think I'll survive," you laugh against his lips, the reverberations of your laughter making Kyle’s chest flutter. You're too cute for Kyle to resist giving you a kiss to your eyelid.

"Am I forgiven?"

"No."

Kyle gives you those big green eyes. You narrow your own at him. Somehow making his eyes shinier, he wobbles his bottom lip for effect. Your resolve crumbles. This man, the love of your life, is the actual worst. He actually sucks.

"Fiiiiine," you whine, shoving at him lightly, not really hard enough to move him just enough to satiate your irritation.

Kyle croons happily, seemingly content with your answer. Rolling your eyes, you try to fight off a smile. "Now, get off of me. I need to go to the store and you," you say, poking his chest, "need to work on that piece for... what was it?" You glance at the half-finished illustration on the countertop. Kyle blocks your view. "We could just get take out and do other things," he says with a waggle of his eyebrows. You huff laughter into his shoulder.

"Sounds lovely but I do actually need to go." You pat his cheek. He pouts, sighs then lets you through. You push your laptop into his hands. He obliges sighing.

"Oh yeah," you say over your shoulder, "please don't leave your stuff laying around."

Kyle rolls around in the tub, the water splishing in the tiled floor as his round body moves. He flattens his head on the edge of the tub and closes his eyes. He tries to on the way the water skates over his sleek fur, but his thoughts are buzzing.

Maybe he was doing this all wrong.

He rolls again then boops his snoot against the edge of the tub contemplatively. How should he do this.

Aaaaaah, why is this so hard?

He submerged himself underwater, blowing bubbles through his snout in hopes of an idea surfacing. How should he make it more obvious? He can't exactly just ask you to hand him his pelt. Would it count if he did that? Damn it. He should ask John later. He sighs.

As Kyle continues to mull over his dilemma, you enter the bathroom, skin sticky from the summer heat. It was sundown but somehow it was still so humid and gross outside. You have no clue how Kyle can wear hoodies these days. Now that you think about it. You've never actually seen him wear the damn thing. You can ask him about that later. All you want to do is soak.

You pull back the shower curtain and when you open your eyes, a pair of liquid eyes stare at you. You stare back. Your head is still on the subject of bath bombs, so it has to strain to accommodate the aquatic mammal residing in your bathtub.

You reach out, poking it with your finger then recoil when your finger causes the seal's head to smoosh into its body. Its nose feels wet like a dogs, and it only takes you about three seconds to calmly walk away, grumbling about animal control.

This is somehow Guy's fault. You just know it.

Kyle makes frantic plopping noises as he trails after you. You look over your shoulder, brows bunching up as the seal plodding behind you. You watch as its body ripples as it bounces towards you with urgency. The little guy croons pleadingly to get your attention as if anything else could catch your attention right now.

What's the protocol for this? Should you be scared? Should you get to a higher ground? You've read somewhere or maybe you watched a documentary with Kyle about seals being friendly to humans. Maybe that applies to this little guy. You really shouldn't be testing your luck but there you are standing still to face the seal. You do remember this is a predator, right? Don't let the cute smooshed face distract you.

The seal stops in front of you, shifting its weight on its front flippers nervously. Your thoughts stammer. "I can't-- You--" You felt ridiculous talking to a seal at full height. You try crouching down, better but your knees started to ache, so you let yourself sit cross-legged. "How did you even get in here?" you ask, rubbing his face.

Kyle chirps happily and slaps his tail against the floor. When you try to pull your hand away, he stretches his neck to chase the touch then trills when you place your hands back on his face.

You bite back a squeal. You can see why Kyle is obsessed with drawing seals. They're so cute. "You’re so lovely," you say, booping his nose. Kyle slaps his tail faster and spills half of his blubbery body onto your lap.

Kyle smooshes his face against your thigh, wiggling his tail, satisfied that he'd successfully distracted you from calling animal control. You hum as Kyle flattens under your touch, muscles keeping his body from liquifying coming loose and turning him into a happy puddle in your lap.

He looks up at you with big eyes one of your hands pulls away from him. There's this wrankled look on your face that tells him you're sending Guy a strongly worded text with a very thin attempt at diplomacy. He nudges you with his snout and the sour look in your face immediately melts into adoration as you pull his little face up to yours to boop his nose.

You look into those big eyes, familiarity itching in the back of your mind. "You remind me of someone I like," you say, nuzzling the seal.

Kyle perks up.

You pull away from the seal. "He’s a total dork," you say and the seal snuffs in reply, spraying you with a little bit of bathwater. "But he’s pretty ok really." The seal seems to accept this, laying its head back down on your lap. He seems to still be a little huffy about the dork comment though. It's cute how the little guy is offended on behalf of your very dorky boyfriend.

You stroke its back. "He's really sweet too."

Kyle perks up again.

The seal is looking at you with wide eyes, urging you to keep talking. You laugh a little amused by his investment in your boyfriend. "There was one time I told him I really like ducks, I think, and the dork spent all night doodling ducks just to leave one of them on my side table so I can wake up to it." Warmth flutters around in your chest as you recount the events. You were tired from work that day and over take-out, you noticed Kyle was scribbling down designs for an ad that somehow involved ducks. You mentioned about how you used to like feeding ducks when you were a kid. You recalled it fondly along with the one time you'd had a row of baby ducklings pester you for food. It was all honestly a haze but that morning you woke up to a doodle of baby ducks asking for food and Kyle with eye bags the length of Route 66. He's such a dork.

Speaking of which, where was your dork?

You crane your neck to look for him. He didn't have anything to do today, aside from his illustration.

You ring Kyle only to hear his Crazy Frog ringtone blaring from the kitchen. Frowning, you look at the seal. "Do you know where my Kyle is?"

The seal looks up at you and thumps his chest. Kyle's not sure whether his ribs are rattling because of the motion or because you'd called him 'your Kyle.' Ugh, you're too adorable. He can't stand it.

You tilt your head. "You ate him?"

Kyle shakes his head. He thumps his fin harder against his chest.

Your brows scrunch up. "What are you trying to tell me— oh." It hits you at that exact moment that the seal seemed to comprehend your words. Some cosmic things start to float around in your brain as your uptake starts to speed up. Kyle always told you that you were like a computer with too many files. You're pretty smart but incredibly slow on the uptake. "Oh my god," you gasp, putting your hand over your mouth, "Kyle?"

Kyle claps excitedly.

"What—" you wave your hand"— What did Guy do?" Kyle snorts. "What is it Wally? Connor? Hal?"

The fact that you had several suspects in mind is mildly concerning.

Kyle motions with his flipper to give him a second. You agree quietly and watch as he plods away from you then turns back to you.

One moment Kyle was a seal the next he was a man, your mind skipping a few frames due to incomprehension. The human mind is great at that, glossing over the impossible to keep the possible intact. You stare at Kyle's toned body. Blinking, you try to wrap your mind around it. Here Kyle is in all his naked glory instead of the squishy little seal. You feel a headache coming along.

"Kyle, I... I don't even know where to start."

Kyle grins down at you, "my eyes are up here for starters."

"So are your tits, what's your point?"

Kyle chuckles, "yeah, well, I’d like you to look at my eyes."

With effort, you drag your eyes up to meet his. "So... were all your seal illustrations self-portraits?"

Kyle shakes his head. "I have some of Hal, Guy, John..." you stop paying attention after the tenth name. Your brain is starting to glaze over.

After Kyle lists the fiftieth name, you pipe up again, "how do you-- When were you going to tell me you could do that?! I could have been cuddling a seal this whole time?!"

Kyle sits cross-legged in front of you. "You’d want to cuddle me as a seal?"

"You're so squishy and cute," you say, staring at him like he's the dumbest bastard in existence.

Kyle narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. "I'm squishy and cute as a human too," he huffs, some of the lingering seal behavior showing on his features.

"Less huggable," you say, poking the solid wall of muscle on his chest.

"I thought you liked my body," he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Are you gonna tell me how you do that or am I gonna have to conduct some tests?"

"Babe, I'm not software," he says with a wink.

You slap his shoulder. "What are you then?"

"I'm a selkie."

You stare at him, not a thousand-yard stare of incomprehension. It was the kind of stare you give him when you were sorting through your catalog of usual responses and don't find anything appropriate, so you're stuck generating a new one. Kyle has induced this reaction enough to know that look.

Kyle shifts his weight anxiously waiting for your reaction.

You run your hand over your face. "I thought you were an alien. Damn it."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to kill Hal. Excuse me," you say standing up and heading for the door.

Kyle follows you confused. "(Y/n), what's going on?"

"Hal and I made a bet on whether you were an alien. I... lost," you explain, fishing the keys out of your key bowl.

Kyle stops then shakes his head, staring at you in disbelief. "You thought I was an alien?!"he asks, hand on his hip.

"Kind of... maybe... a little... Look, I love you but I find you asleep at the rooftop pool sometimes," you say, rubbing the back of your neck. You tilt your head the other way and say: "well the selkie thing kind of explains that, huh?"

You turn to look at Kyle whose brain cells have completely fizzled out.

"You love me?" he asks, tone too fond to be teasing. It's not often you say 'I love you' verbally. It was just something you left hanging in the air like the sweet smell of rose water.

You stare at Kyle. "No, Kyle, I just buy random people expensive art supplies when it's not even their birthday just for fun." You know it looks cheap to other people to put your love into gifts but Kyle understood it and was content with letting you express your love the way you want. He was still extremely happy when you expressed your love explicitly, the sucker for grand romantic gestures that he was.

"Yes, you dork, I love you." You bristle under the intensity of his stare, so you quickly pivot to another topic. You glance towards the green hoodie heaped on the floor where the seal was. "So... what's with the jacket?"

Kyle glances towards it. "It's my pelt... I was kind of hoping—" realization hits him like a fastball. In hindsight, Hal's suggestion may have been a bad idea. What if you didn't want to be his mate after finding out what he was? He would have trapped you and you would have hated him. You said you would want to cuddle his seal form but being mates is an entirely different story. His stomach hurtles to the ground. "Nevermind."

"Kyle."

"It's nothing."

You take a step towards him.

"It's nothing I promise."

You take another step.

Kyle rocks back, deciding whether to let you reach him.

Before Kyle can really decide, you close the gap, wrapping your arms around him and softly pressing him into a wall.

"Don't worry about it, baby. It's just stupid. Promise."

"You're stupid--"

"Hey!"

You huff, "and I still love you. Now, please tell me why you've been so mopey."

"It's--"

"Please," you murmur into his chest. You press your lips over his heart and Kyle is such a sucker for the move. He sighs and fesses up, burying the words in your hair. "Was trying to get you to pick up my pelt so you could be my mate."

He patiently waits for the words to sink in. His arms hover around you, scared to put them around you.

Your forehead crunches up. "So I'm not technically your mate yet?"

Fighting through his own confusion, Kyle nods his head.

"And the pelt makes it official?"

"It binds us."

You sigh, "you also see the problem with your plan?"

He nods looking like a kicked puppy.

"You're so so dumb. You're so lucky that I think your stupidity is endearing."

"I'm not that dumb," he scowls.

"I know," you huff, " and I’m sorry, but seriously, being a magical seal person sounds like a date 3 kind of thing." You press your cheek into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Date 3? "

"Date 3," you confirm, pushing off of him, slipping past his arms. You pivot towards your bedroom. You pause by your little living room and Kyle watches in slow motion as you bend down to pick his pelt up. The reaction is instantaneous, a match on gasoline. Power thrums beneath your fingers as you stroke the silky, fur-like cloth. The vibrations travel up hand, wrist, then arm spreading over your body. An overwhelming feeling of being lit up surges through your veins but you don't falter, bunching the hoodie up in your hands. The sensation settles down into a feeling of connection and one-ness with Kyle. You pull the cloth to your chest and look at his shocked expression and for the first time, you're uncertain of whether you did the right thing but that quickly disappears when his face breaks into a smile.

You throw the hoodie in his face but this doesn't deter the ten thousand-watt smile taking over his face.

"Get dressed, you're helping me murder Hal."

Kyle follows you to the bedroom. "Happily."

You grin. "Thought you of all people would vouch for him."

"Let’s just say he put a very dumb idea in my head," Kyle says, pulling you into a side hug.

"Yeah, that sounds like Hal."

#kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner imagines #Kyle Rayner #selkie x reader #selkie AU #green lantern x reader

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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24 with Kyle Rayner?

You really are that tiny <3

24. Hugging with a height difference

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“If you say one word,” he warned. “I will punch you so hard you’ll see into next week. And I can punch that hard. I’ve trained to.”

Kyle fought viciously to keep himself from breaking into laughter, lips wrapped around his teeth as he watched his boyfriend stomp past the line of people waiting to get on the roller coaster.

“Un-fucking-believable,” he griped. “Too fucking short to ride my ass. I’m not that fucking short.”

“Hey babe?”

“I’m perfectly sized for who I am. I’m not fucking short.”

“Babe.”

“I mean I am short, but I’m not that fucking short.”

“Babe!”

He spun around and glared at Kyle. “What!”

Kyle thrust his thumb towards a ride near them. “Wanna ride that one?”

Glancing over, his glare darkened as he saw the caterpillar kid’s ride and he turned back to Kyle, hissing, “You motherfucker—I AM NOT THAT SHORT!”

“Babe,” Kyle chuckled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s head, pulling the shorter man to his chest, and his head rested right at Kyle’s clavicle. “You are that short.”

“I AM NOT SHORT!” he howled, halfway between stamping his foot on the concrete and Kyle’s foot.

“Go off, Short King.”

He reached up and jabbed Kyle in the ribs, smirking darkly when Kyle yelped in pain and let him go; he turned and started for the concession stands. “I’m going to get food.”

“Wait for me!” Kyle gasped. “I’m hungry too!”

#kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x reader imagines #kyle rayner x reader imagine #kyle rayner imagines #kyle rayner imagine #kyle rayner #green lantern x reader #green lantern x reader imagines #green lantern x reader imagine #green lantern imagine #green lantern imagines #green lantern #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc comics #dc

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jasonstodger · 9 months

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Thinking about how Kyle Rayner is this shy & nervous guy but when he gets you in the bedroom his personality switches instantly. He's a tease, he's coy, he's an unmistakable asshole. His favourite thing to do is edge you until you're crying with frustration, to tease you with his fingers and drag his nails over your skin. He gives you just enough to keep you writhing beneath him, begging for more. But he can't let you enjoy it too much. That's his game. And he's fucking good at it.

#— birdie thoughts #kyle rayner #green lantern #kyle rayner x reader #green lantern x reader #kyle rayner imagine #green lantern imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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— ⟡ 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

characters i will write for

hal jordan, guy gardner, kyle rayner

characters i will not write for

john stewart, jessica cruz ( for now! i just don’t know them well enough yet )

↻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 // minors dni. never repost or translate. reblog if you like it, please don’t spam like. thanks for reading < 3

𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧

galaxy’s edge au

spending the night headcanons

fuck around & find out

𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐫

airheaded girlfriend blurb

#green lantern smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #hal jordan smut #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan x you #hal jordan #Kyle rayner #guy Gardner #John Stewart #Jessica Cruz #dc imagine #dc imagines #dc comic #dc comics #vc

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Intergalactic Superhero

Kyle Rayner x batsis!reader

“Alright Dick, I’ll be there soon. I’m on my way. Love yah to-“ you said before making a little yelp.

“You okay?” Your brother said in your ear.

You were far more distracted by the glowing green man currently holding you bridal style high over the street. A green lantern in Bludhaven? He sighed and carried you over to the roof you had just leapt from and sat you on your feet.

“There are always other answers to whatever problems you may-“

“Wait a second. You think that was a suicide?” You asked him incredulously. He looked at you confused. Noise in your ear had you pulling the comm out and holding it in your hand.

“You jumped from an 11 story building. That would have killed you,” he said and you realized how young he sounded even with his glowing green mask on. Probably your age.

“Grappling gun,” you showed him your hand.

“Oh. I’m so sorry. I thought-“

“It’s okay. You probably didn’t see the mask and I’m in street clothes,” you explained. “But thanks for saving me.”

“Yeah. Well, I’m glad you didn’t need it,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks even though you are a space cop,” you said with a grin. He huffed a little.

“I’m usually seen as an intergalactic superhero on earth,” he muttered, definitely red in the cheeks. His black hair fell over the top of his mask.

“Well my dad is Batman and you are a space cop,” you grinned.

“Ouch. Tough crowd,” he said catching on with your teasing and you laughed, touching his elbow.

“Buy me coffee. Change my mind,” you said biting your lip a little hoping it looked sexy and not nervous.

“Sure, -is that you making that noise?” He asked suddenly and you realized what it was.

“Oh shit, hey Dick, I’m fine. No seriously. Just ran into a friend. Yeah, on a rooftop. I’ll talk to you in a little bit,” you said into the comms before putting it in your pocket. “Sorry, my brother.”

“Wait, you’re really Batman’s kid?” He asked surprised.

“Yeah, did you think I was lying?” You asked.

“No, just more that Batman is like a father to all of Gotham’s vigilantes or whatever,” he defended himself.

“Oh, nope! Literally my adoptive father,” you said brightly. “How about that coffee, intergalactic superhero?”

“Oh man, that won’t die will it?”

“Not today,” you said with a wink before jumping from the roof.

#batsis #batsis!reader #kyle rayner #Kyle Rayner x reader #Kyle Rayner x batsis!reader #green lantern #green lantern x reader #green lanterns are space cops #and wish they were intergalactic superheroes #dc fanfic #Kyle Rayner x y/n #dc imagines

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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Jealousy

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader, Kyle Rayner x Bestfriend!Reader Warnings: 😱 Word Count: 576 Requested: @bat-bois (I think, tumblr keeps putting your name whenever I type the other soooo, you’re getting tagged 😂)

“I just don’t understand.” Kyle whined as the two of you sat in your living room munching on pizza.

“What do you not understand?”

“The whole concept! That’s just not how space works.” Kyle gestured at the tv.

“Well clearly they were a little behind the times. Oh and don’t have fancy glowing rings to show them the depths of space.”

“Hey,” Kyle mumbled out between chews. “Not my fault they just weren’t worthy.”

“Oh shut up.” You punched his arm before turning back to the screen.

Movie night was a tradition that Kyle rarely missed. He usually could find a way to come back from missions once a month to catch up with you. The problem was, it was only once a month. That wasn’t enough time to rely everything. Which is why Kyle was caught by surprise when Jason strolled through your apartment’s front door.

“Oh hey, didn’t realize you were back from space.” Jason commented as he waltzed into the living room snatching a piece of pizza from the counter.

“Yeah…” Kyle glanced at you, confused. “It’s movie night.”

“Oh right, forgot you guys still did that. It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah, couldn’t get away last month.”

“Right. Well, I’m going on patrol.” Jason walked over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he walked out the door. Kyle was left speechless. The remainder of the movie was watched in silence. Kyle left in silence.

Morning came too quickly and you were awaken by a knock on the front door. Groggily you kicked back the sheets and swung your feet over the bed. You shuffled over to the front door and were caught by surprise as Kyle pushed passed past you.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You went into the kitchen to start making coffee. “Why are you here?”

“While I was gone, what happened?”

“Still need to be a little more specific there…”

“Jason? You’re dating Jason?”

“I thought you liked him.”

“Not for you.” Kyle mumbled, inaudible to you. “Can I have some of that?” He instead pointed to the coffee.

“Sure, so how long are you back for this time?” You decided to change the subject. The two of you chatted for a few hours before Kyle left. What you didn’t know, was he left to find Jason.

“So how long?” Jason heard a familiar voice as he sat on the rooftop, staring at the city below.

“Kyle, joining me on patrol?”

“No, just came to chat.”

“Well that’s no fun. Anyways, how long what?”

“Have you and Y/N been together?”

“Eh, a few months. It’s so much easier when they already know about your double life.”

“Why?”

“Seriously? Dude, you’re never here. You can’t be mad at me.”

“Can’t I?”

“Not really. Especially when she doesn’t even know.”

“You did.”

“Well you aren’t exactly subtle about it.”

“Then why doesn’t she?”

“I dunno man, people tend to blind themselves towards that kinda thing. Plus I see you more. The whole hero thing. You see her, maybe once a month for a few hours. Can’t even talk besides that since who knows where in the universe you are. You can’t expect her to just wait. And sorry to tell you, she didn’t.” The last comment landed Jason a punch square in the jaw. Kyle stumbled back, realizing what just transpired.

“You’re right. Tell her I’m going to Oa. And if you hurt her…I will find out.”

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90s-belladonna · 5 years

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Safe: Guy Gardner x Civilian Fem!Reader

“Could you do a fluff piece for #19? Guy Gardner x Fem!Reader”

Requested by: @nerdstuffandactivism

#19 from the prompt list: “A civilian. Really? You’ll be bored within a month.”

He never expected to fall for a civilian, he never expected to fall at all. But when he saw her yelling profanities at the tv which was showcasing a football game at the sports bar he and the other earth lanterns frequented it was love at first sight. Well... kind of, she was cheering for the rival team.

After a not so sweet exchange of words he offered to buy her a drink to make up for being so rude and they decided to “agree to disagree.” because he believed everyone, even she was entitled to their ‘wrong’ opinion.

As the night went on they shared a couple more drinks a d got to know eachother better. Guy couldn’t help but be in awe of the effervescent woman before him. She was perfect.

The way her (color) hair bounced when she’d laugh at one of his jokes, the way her nose would scrunch up whenever she wanted to disagree with him, the way her cheeks would puff whenever he explained why he didn’t like one of her favorite sports teams, the way her smile seemed to light up the entire building, the way her eyelashes would flutter as she’d listen intently to his stories, the way she’d pout when she’d explain why she didn’t like one of his favorite sports teams, and most of all he loved her dramatic hand genstures which made her seem so into their conversation.

He had to see her again, he just had to.

“Well it was nice meeting you Guy, if that’s even your real name, but I have to work tomorrow morning and my ride is here so I need to get going” she explained with a smile as she checked her phone which held an ‘I’m outside’ text from her Uber driver.

“The pleasure was all mine (Name). Mind if I give you my number? Because I really think we should do this again sometime.” He replied, his blue eyes never once leaving her own (color) eyes. His signature cocky smirk was no where in sight, instead it was replaced by a soft smile and coral adorning his cheeks.

“I’d like that as well.” She replied with a toothy grin as they exchanged phones and typed in eachother’s numbers.

Guy couldn’t help but watch as she walked out of the crowded sports bar. He could swear that the light and the appeal of the place walked out the door along with her.

“I think I’m in love.” He murmured to himself after a few minutes of staring at the doorway, hoping the sassy girl would come right back in and bring the light back to the boring bar.

“A civilian. Really?” Kyle asked his friend as he took a seat on the empty stool on the right of Guy. “You’ll be bored within a month.” Hal informed him as he took a seat on the empty stool at the left of guy, where (Name) had previously been sitting.

“What’s that supposed to mean flyboy.” Guy asked the veteran lantern in a huffed tone as he turned to face him. Hal just rolled his eyes and turned to look at Kyle who just shook his head and gave him an ‘I’m not getting involved in this bullshit’ expression.

“It means you’re Guy Gardner. You’re a cosmic daredevil, a civilian’s life would be to dull to keep your interest for too long.” Hal explained to his ginger friend. Truth is he’d love to see Guy happy with someone but he didn’t want his friend hurting some innocent girl’s feelings.

“It’s not about her life. It’s about the type of person that she is, her personality is what matters to me. I’ve seen the universe and after speaking to her, even if it was just for two hours, to me she’s the most interesting person in it so far, after me of course. She may not be a hero, an alien, a meta human, or a vigilante but that doesn’t matter to me. She gave me the two most interesting hours of my life.” Guy explained as he kept his eye on the doorway once more.

What had this girl done to him? In a matter of hours she had him wrapped around her fingers. Although he didn’t mind, not one bit.

Guy was taken out of his thoughts by sniffling coming from Kyle. “That’s beautiful you big lug.” The younger lantern said as he threw himself on Guy and gave him a tight bear hug. Guy sighed and hugged the younger man back. “At least you’re a better hugger than Stewart.” The ginger grumbled.

The next morning he texted (Name) in order to set up a date for later that week. Soon months had gone by and he found himself confiding in her with everything in his life.

She made him feel safe. He was usually the one going around protecting people all over the universe but with (name) he felt like he was being protected. Her hugs were impenetrable and her kisses never failed to sooth him when he was stressed out.

Months soon turned into years and the loud mouth beauty he met at a sports bar soon turned into his loud mouth beautiful wife, and he couldn’t be happier with the outcome.

She was the most perfect being in the universe to him, even if they did disagree on sports teams.

All his life all Guy wanted was a strong and loving family, and he got a taste of that with the lanterns but now he had a chance to start his own with (name) and there was no chance in hell he was ever going to mess this up.

Bonus:

“A civilian wife huh?” Hal asked Guy as he took a seat next to him as they both watched his two twin daughters play in the backyard with Simon and John.

Louise and (your mother’s name) were the perfect combination of (name) and Guy. They had his fiery ginger hair and personality and (name)’s (color) eyes and (complexion color) skin tone.

“And what about it flyboy?” Guy replied teasingly. “Nothing. Maybe you just have the right idea is all.” Hal said with a soft smile.

“Guy? With a right idea? Don’t make me laugh Jordan.” (Name) teases as she handed the two men their glasses of lemonade. “You’re right. What was I thinking.” Hal replied sarcastically.

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kyleraynershair · 5 years

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So like, I made this blog for myself bc there's like no content for Kyle and I wanted to change that.

I'm really not good at writing so don't judge me thx!

#kyle rayner #my boi #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner fanfic #kyle rayner imagine #Im really crap at writing sorry #made this for myself #i love kyle with my whole heart

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kneesheee · 6 years

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Did it mean anything?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, DEPRESSION, CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE, REFERENCES TO UNDERAGE SEX, PROSTITUTION, IMPLIED/REFERENCE TO RAPE

Lamia Marley Wayne was many things. She was a former Gotham street rat. She was Jason Todd’s best friend. She was Bruce Wayne’s first adopted daughter. She used to secretly be the second Batgirl. She was international supermodel. She was Cyan.

She was absolutely fucking done with this family of hers. -- Her story started years ago when she met a small street rat with bright teal eyes harden by the life they live trying to pickpocket the money she had just pickpocketed from Dopey Don. She didn’t barely spared him glance except for the glance at his eyes before her fist connected to his face.

Honestly, it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

They shared more punches and kicks and curses with each other than anyone else. And if you asked, they’d always say the other started it. He tried to steal from her (with a 50% chance of succeeding) and she’d catch him (with a 50% chance of failing) and then she’d beat the shit out of him while he defended himself accordingly but only with enough punches and kicks and grabs to restrain her and make her back off.

It wasn't until Pig Head Patrick tried to make a move on her did everyone realize (and this included the two of them) that the fights between them were more friendly than antagonizing. Like a street fighting version of Catwoman and Batman without all of the sexual tension.

Patrick had caught her while she had been distracted in her scheming (one of those Uptown Gothamites ventured to far away from their castle) and she was planning on making her move on that pretty diamond bracelet on the lady’s wrist when he nabbed her. She put up a good fight, but she was small, starving, and exhausted and he eventually overpowered her. She nearly gave up all hope until her golden brown eyes caught sight of incredibly familiar teal eyes. She gave a small, almost unnoticeable nod and her teal eyed friend came flying out of the shadows armed with Batty Bryan’s favorite bat and swung it right upside Patrick’s head. He went downwith a painful yelp that was followed by another as the two of them both aimed a hit at his private.

They escaped down the side street (with Lamia still managing to slip off with the diamond bracelet) and eventually came to a stop at one of her various hideouts. It was awkward for a couple seconds before she mumbled out a genuine thanks.

“Names Lamia, by the way,” she included as she placed the bracelet in the box with the other valuables that she played to go sell the next morning. She had turned her back to him a sign of clear trust breaking one of the number one rules of the streets. Don't trust anyone.

“Jason,” the boy replied after a while. She peeked over at him and noticed the way he was looking at Meghan. The only working girl besides Christina and Erica and Rocky that fought in their heels for their respect and own protection. She was also one of the only girls around that cared about the children running around. Always bringing food for them and making sure they had some place warm to stay during the winter months.

“I'm going to regret this,” she sighed mentally. She didn't say anything, but grabbed the bracelet and handed it over to Jason before pushing him over to Meghan. She watched with a small smirk as Meghan caught him before he fell and how her mouth dropped open in shock at the bracelet he presented her. Her smirk only grew wider at the embarrassed smile and blush that made its way to his face as Meghan kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his hair as he slip the bracelet on her wrist like a true gentleman.

When he came back with the blush still on his cheeks and mock-glare thrown her way at her amusement, they both really understood that it really was the start of a beautiful friendship.

After that, they played lots of schemes together and causing mayhem all across Park Row. Even to be street rats, the two of them were incredibly beautiful. But they were also pain in the asses that were hard to catch. JT and Marley were what they were called. Little shits is what they were mainly named. Bonnie and Clyde is what the working girls called them. Neither cared what they called them, so as long as they did not catch them is all that mattered.

You couldn't take on one of them without expecting the other to come out of nowhere and beat the shit out of you. It happened before plenty of times. The older kids that staked “claims” and called “dibs” on Lamia tried cornering Jason once only to get a bag full of rocks falling on their heads and faces as she stood above them on the fire escape of Grandma Perkins’ apartment building. Or the time when Jason’s female fanclub decide to mess up that pretty face of hers because she was able to used her looks to get better deals. And Jason showed up and started flirting and distracting them only for Lamia to give them all nice and pretty dates with her fists because fuck that, JT. These littles bitches have pocket knives. They were fully prepared to slice me up.

They were best friends. But they were also more than that. They were the only things they had left. His father was a deadbeat and his mother was dead. Her mother and father were both assholes that tried to sell her for drugs and end up meeting their maker when she instead hid on the fire escape under their apartment before she took off. Some nights she can still hear the gunshots ringing in her ears.

She was the one that came up with the plan to do something big to get better pay. Batman was the only logical choice. You couldn't get near any of the other big bads around Gotham that ventured into the East End without ending up in one their little games. She planned for something simple like a batarang. Jason did one better and aimed for the tires.

She had been sitting on top of the third tire calculating the worth of each one and which dealer they planned on selling them to when Jason had came back with a scowl on his face. And not too far behind was the Bat himself.

Lamia scowled herself and threw a glare over at her partner in crime, “Dude, you never suppose to lead the victim back to the hideout.”

Jason scoffed, “He followed me. He wants to me to put the tires back.”

And that just won't do.

“Alright, B-Man, the only way you're getting these tires back is if you pay for them. And I don't care how tough you are or how quick you can get these wheels back, I’ll follow you all around Gotham until I get my payment,” she sneered. She was bluffing, but no one ever called her out on her bluffs.

“Oh,” Batman stated as if he was talking to some child.

“Yeah, oh, you big boob. You gotta be rich considering that car is built like a freaking tank and from the glimpse I had at it earlier, you must of had to weapons built in it. Especially that taser skin that shocked the shit out of Pig Head Pete when he touched it. That’s dumb by the way. You set that up to have your wheels snatched.”

“Yeah, that was stupid,” Jason chimed in from where he was leaning on the stack of wheels by her legs.

“So what is the price for my ignorance then,” Batman inquired. And Jason and Lamia had to really stop for a moment because what the fuck? Batman can literally be doing anything else, but here he is discussing tire deals with two notorious street rats.

Then Lamia looked at Jason and she remembered the look on Jason’s face when he saw one of the working girls. The look on his face when she used her looks to play over males and sometimes females hormones to get what she wanted without giving up anything. Or when the look on his face when he saw how the older girls succumbed to system of the streets and took claim of their own corners. Then she remembered how Jason looked when one of the other kids mentioned being hungry and too tired to do anything but not trusting going to sleep because they didn't know if they’d wake back up. How one of their hideouts became a safe haven and Meghan and Christina and Erica and Rocky and Punzie and Noelle sometimes came over and taught them how to read and how to write and how to even spell their names. And suddenly, Lamia knew exactly what she wanted.

“Help. Real help. They are so many kids around her that need help. And hope and love. You’re not helping us by fighting all of those criminals. The real help comes in when all of us kids around here can sleep peacefully at night without having to worry about if it's our last night and who we’d have to steal from in the morning. Real help comes when Meghan can finally get enough money to pay for nursing school and Erica can stop working her corner because none of the desk jobs called her back. When Rocky and Cristina can open the daycare they wanted and Punzie and Noelle can bring in enough money to feed their own kids and pay their bills. That’s what you can pay us.”

Jason glanced up at her and a look was shared. She hopped off the tires and helped him as he put them back on the Batmobile.

“We might not be big and bad like you, old man,” Jason started.

“But if you show up around this end without trying to make a better chance, we’ll find a way to run you out and make you pay, she finished before the two of them walked away.

It came to a surprise to them and near full blown out breakdown from her when Bruce Wayne came around to adopt them. Punzie was the one to convince to give it a go. She was always encouraging the kids around to go to orphanages and foster homes anything to get them off the street. Jason accepted it and he refused to leave her behind. So she accepted only after she conned Bruce into giving away a couple hundreds to the working girls that had flaunted and fluttered around the two of them making them presentable. They gave away all the stuff they managed to steal and kept hidden away to Doc and extracted a promise that he kept the safehaven running with his crew. Lamia even gave them her book of schemes of that she written down from one of the notebooks Noelle slipped her with a list of who were the easiest to steal from, alleys to escape through, hideouts they had, who to avoid, and which working girls deserved their respect and which ones didn't (Jason hadn't liked that part, but Lamia had been damned if she showed them respect when they treated her gum under their heels because she lived on the streets). --

The two of them struggled to fit in with the Wayne name. Their years on the street making them brash and rude and downright snarly to anyone they didn't know. They eventually mellowed out, but they didn't lose the edge the streets gave them. Honestly, the two of them spent more time with Alfred than they did with their new dad though the two of the would later realize that it was because he was the Batman and he was busy. But he still managed to find time to spend with them. Just not a lot, but enough that they could see he was trying.

It didn't even take long before the two of them started training. Jason to be Robin and Lamia because she was used to fighting and running and she had all the excess energy and anger bottled up. So they trained and trained and took their anger and frustration out on each other before Jason was flying across Gotham as the new bird in town. And then Lamia joined him as Barbara eased away from Batgirl and focused more on being Barbara Gordon.

Gotham had two new kids in town. Kicking ass and taking names later all across her rooftops.

In the media and in the public, the two hated being Wayne kids but they played their roles well. Lamia more than Jason because he wanted to spend all of his time reading and she wanted to spend all of her time wondering which rich prick she could slipped something completely unnoticeable off of and how much it’d cost one of the kids on the streets if she dropped it off to them. (She didn't succeed most of the time. Bruce and Alfred frowned upon such behavior and were always watching to make sure she kept her hands away from the prudes’ belongings).

It was a joint and conscious decision to fuck their older brother’s life up whenever he came around. Dick was well a dick. He was incredibly rude to the two of them because the costumes and names they were sporting. Because he was treating them like unwanted kids caught in the middle of a nasty divorce he was having with their dad.

She ran him away from the manor more than his arguments with Bruce did. No one picked on Jason in that manor but her. And if he thought she was going to let some circus brat treat her Jace like shit, then he had another thing coming. And that's what she told Bruce and Alfred after they questioned her on why she dyed Dick’s hair bright pink with orange highlights after he called Jason street trash.

The two of them flourished at Gotham Academy after they cut down on all of the fights they had been in and after Jason gave Jeremiah Sionis a breakdown of how to respect women after Jeremiah made a comment about how Lamia had probably gave her body up while they had been staying on the streets. And they flourished even more when Lamia punched Sionis in the face and broke his nose,

“Even Daddy’s money can't fix that, Jeremy. The only thing I gave away on the streets were beatdowns for comments less than that remark. Remember that the next time you mention anything about me or any of the girls down in the East End.”

She had been suspended but Janus Cosmetics ended up under Bruce’s control, so she figured it had been a win. Even after his dad went crazy and criminal and Janus Cosmetics ended up being Jeremiah's inheritance (and the weird moment when Jeremiah decided he liked her feistiness and they’d be a beautiful couple).

It wasn't long before someone noticed how insanely beautiful the two of them were. Their looks on their own rivaling with their older brother and father. Companies all over wanted a Wayne for the face of their products, but they couldn't find Richard to make the deals. Bruce Brucie declined most of them and Jason didn't even bother to reply. But Lamia took it with favor. She quickly dominated the modeling industry and became America’s Sweetheart by giving away most of her money to the betterment and rebuilding of Park Row. And it was delightful. With the drug lords too busy trying to establish their rule in high class areas of Gotham, it kept a lot of attention off the East End which made it easier to rebuild some of the buildings in the area.

Lamia got Bruce to pull some strings and she and Jason both were the ones (with a shit ton of body guards even though they didn't need them regardless of their training) to track down Rapunzel Towers and Noelle Olaf and give them the deed to their new daycare center. And that same night, they both came back and placed their tags to let people know that the daycare was under their most noticeable protection. Lamia with the standard golden batgirl symbol and Jason with the famous Robin symbol.

One thing was certain though was that one never went too far from the other. She had a modeling gig in Metropolis… guess who was coming with her? He had test to make up for fourth period because he had been out with the flu… guess who was staying with him? She had detention or he had detention after school… guess who was finding a way to get into detention with the other. They were inseparable even the kidnappers knew that. Even Gotham’s Rogues knew that… ask Penguin what happened the one time he managed to nabbed Robin. She had him dancing like Happy Feet as he tried and failed to dodged her fist and the swings from his own umbrella she managed to grabbed before Batman called her off. Or ask Scarecrow how hard Robin punched him in the face enough to knock off his hat and break off his mask when he sprayed Batgirl with his fear gas. He had the wrong bird if thought Robin was going to be afraid of him.

They could survive without the other. They weren't codependent on each other at all. They just like being in each others presence by each other’s sides.

They were teammates. They were partners in crime justice. They were best friends. They were family. -- It was after another one of Jason’s horrible visits to the Teen Titans that they came to the decisions to start their own superhero team. Modelling gigs had been slow because Bruce made sure they understood that she was still a kid and that school did exist. The two of them were the top of their classes. Jason more so than her because he had a passion for school and learning that she didn't even see when they were running around Crime Alley.

It had been the weekend before school started back after Fall Break when he returned from his visit to their dear older brother. He had scowl that matched the one he wore the first time she caught him stealing from her and she punched him. He didn't say anything to Bruce and Alfred, but she managed to draw the story out of him. They treated him as if he was invisible even though the Robin suit was brighter than all of their futures and only paid attention to him when he did something wrong. When he did something JasonRobin and not DickRobin and Lamia can admit that she was insanely protective of Jason. Of Bruce. Of Alfred. Even Barbara (she looked at Barbara with stars in her eyes. She was so cool but the stars dimmed and exploded into black holes whenever she makes a comment about Jason never being Dick Grayson. As if anybody would want to be that asshole).

“I hate going there. And worse because you're not there because even though Dickhead doesn't say anything to me when I'm there; he makes them leave me alone when you're around for some reason,” Jason muttered bitterly.

“He’s scared of Barbara and if he insults me, then I twist his words around, make it believable and tell Barbara that he insulted Batgirl in general,” Lamia shrugged. Her words didn't even bring a small smile to his face like she hoped. “Forget the Teen Titans. Who would want to be apart of thier stupid group anyway? Seriously, who's bright idea was make their headquarters a giant T? That's not suspicious at all.”

Her words brought out something that she was not expecting. She wasn't expecting at all. Her instincts were screaming at her to abort, but before she could Jason dropped a bombshell.

“Let's start our own team,” he told her as if he didn't just state that he wanted to start a team of teen partners even though there was already a group for that and neither of them liked working with anyone that didn't wear the Bat Symbol or worked in Gotham (Nightwing not included).

No, there was no way she was agreeing to that. One of the had to be the mature one and dammit if it had to be her then--- “Okay. Let's do it. I know the perfect place to have a headquarters.”

And that's how the two of them started brainstorming their own team even getting Bruce in on it because they weren't going to be like Dick and started a team out of spite and need to prove anything. One thing Bruce taught them as heroes they had to learn how to accept help even if he couldn't seem to follow that advice himself.

While Dickhead had his team in New York in their T, Lamia came up with the idea of having their team in Happy Harbor hidden in that mountain that Bruce had once used as warehouse. He didn't look shock that she knew about the location, but he did managed to look shock when Jason pulled up the schematics on the Batcomputer and the two of began outlining what they planned for it look like. And even more shock when they pulled up potential candidates for their team.

Connor Hawke-Queen Age: Fifteen Alias: Argent

Kyle Rayner Alias: Ion (Green Lantern) Age: Fourteen

Christopher Kent Alias: Superboy Age: Thirteen

Dove Lance-Queen Alias: White Siren Age: Fourteen

Artemis of Bana-Mighdall Alias: Artemis (Wonder Woman) Age: Thirteen

Bruce only chuckled. Trust his children to already be ready to start their own team and have most of the details already worked out. He also made a mental note to tighten the security around of the files he has on the members of the League. The knowledge of their new partners hadn't even went mainstream all of them still in training.

“No speedsters?” He questioned mockingly as he moved closer to help them with everything. Both of them snorted.

“Unless Barry or Wally have an aged up kid somewhere, then no. Besides, we have a White Siren. Someone trained by Black Canary which means they also learned some moves from Wildcat. Personally, it don't get no better,” Lamia stated as she expanded the size of the training room.

It didn't take long for their secret hideout to be built. It was also one of the best kept secrets of the League on Jason and Lamia’s request because they didn't want Dick to come and throw a hissyfit about it before it even started.

It took a little convincing for the other mentors to agree to the plan, but Lamia and Jason basically told them that didn't plan on being like the Titans. Spending weeks on end in their little city and barely visiting the mentors and forgetting their roots, and to make the point even more known they agreed that the Zeta Tubes that Bruce included in the blueprints were synced to the transporters in the Watchtower and Den Mothers Black Canary and Wonder Woman.

“So what's your name, kids,” Green Arrow asked as he fussed over the stupid hat that was perched on top of Connor’s head. Jason and Lamia shared a look. Definitely getting rid of that.

“We were thinking the Outlaws,” Jason commented daring anyone to argue on the name.

“Why,” Flash had questioned.

“Being vigilantes is illegal for one. And because we didn't follow behind Nightwing and joined his little merry band of misfits and turn our backs on our mentors. Like Outlaws,” Lamia shrugged. “It's not really a good reason, but we’re not changing our minds.”

And just like that, the Outlaws were born and took on fighting crime in Happy Harbor. And it worked for everyone as if fate made the conscious decision to make sure they all spent their time there. Summer had officially started so Jason, Lamia, Dove, Connor, and Kyle had more time on their hands to spend in Happy Harbor. Especially with Lamia taking on more gigs in the area to make up for her time there and Jason never went without her.

And the friendship that between Brucie Wayne and Ollie Queen was made way for the incredible friendship between Oliver’s son and stepdaughter and Bruce’s children. In an effort to not have Artemis there by herself, Bruce paid the way for Kyle and his mother to switch to Happy Harbor which included giving Miss Rayner the job of being the live-in Den Mother of the mountain. He even paid for one Meghan Hills to be the live in nurse for their medical wing. It ended up including Chris to switch to Happy Harbor High School on a baseball scholarship which was just so Artemis still wouldn't be by herself when Kyle had to take his trips to space.

Of course, the Outlaws received a lot of backlash from the Teen Titans whenever the two teams end up meeting up in the Watchtower for diagnostics exchanges. But they all just let the insults roll off them and ignored the older kids. Though that was because the last time they gave them attention, Lamia punch Roy hard enough in the face for his comments about Connor that she dislocated his jaw.

“Argent could have caught my fist before it even got close to his face. Guess they were wrong to give you the name Speedy,” she had scoffed before she walked off and joined her teammates to go back to the Mountain.

Like the Titans, the Outlaws were a family. Unlike the Titans, the mission of being heroes and proving they were independence didn’t stop them from enjoying their lives. Outside of the hero business, they lived normal lives or as normal as they could get. Dove like her mother took on a love for flowers and she joined the gardening club at her school. Connor, despite his aloofness, took on being a playboy like his father except his relationships lasted longer. They were all good relationships but they ended whenever the girls got too comfortable and thought they had succeeded in getting a hand in Queen’s Family Fortune. Artemis ended up joining the swim team at their school. Chris did end up joining the baseball team and enjoyed it. He had more fun when practicing in the mountain with Kyle making constructs to help him with his batting and pitching.

They had scheduled movie and game nights. Sleepovers at each other houses. There was even the time when they all became each other's first time.

They were teammates. They were partners in crime justice. They were best friends. They were family. -- Lamia had been the first person that Jason told about his plan to track down his mother. She had wanted to go, but he managed to convince her to stay. She did have a big show to do that week so she stayed behind but only if he promised to let her know when he made it, when he found the woman, if he ran into any trouble, and when he was on his way back. And he made her promise to tell Bruce after three hours which gave him a better head start on him.

And three hours after he left, she told Bruce and waited patiently with Alfred for the two of them to return home. It wasn't until the fourth day of the showcase when she received the news about Jason’s death, she broke down and left in the middle of the show to rush home because she couldn't believe it.

While she was on her way home, she was desperately checking her phone for messages from Jason to say that it was some prank. Only to find out that fate decided it hated her because messages began pouring in hours late of Jason telling her how he and B had tracked down his mother. About her shady past. About how he planned to help her. About how B told him to stay behind while he chased after Harley.

That was when she could tell the messages switched from him typing on his phone to him switching to the voice command that connected with his mask that finished his messages as he put his phone back in his utility belt. And then more messages came. His mother had played on his emotions and vulnerability of wanting to know her. She had sold him out to the Joker and stood and smoke a cigarette while Joker beat him.

Lamia couldn't believe the words on the screen. Just like she couldn't believe that Jason was dead even after she was standing and crying over his body.

Jace, how could you forget the number one rule? Don't trust anybody.

Lamia lost herself. She didn't make anymore appearances. Why should she when her number one supporter was gone? Most of her time was spent huddled in Jason room or staring absently out the windows of her own room. Or she’d go to the mountain and stare at the pictures of Jason in his Robin suit that littered their walls. And damn sure putting more effort in ignoring Dick because how fucking dare he try to play big brother now!

And Batgirl? She became more frightening than Batman. And he was scaring the shit out of everyone in his anger. Her punches became harder and words became sharper and deadlier. She made more criminals run just by the cold fury in her heart. Especially when that fury got punched to an all time high when she caught word of what Joker did to Barbara.

Nothing had been more satisfying to her when she had fell off the map locked in an abandoned apartment in Old Gotham where she beat the hell out of Joker every day with a crowbar. And whenever she got tired, she remembered how pale and cold and bloody Jason had looked like on the medical table in the Batcave. How peaceful despite the way he was killed in his coffin. She remembered the despair in Barbara’s face when it became clear that she’d never walk again and she got pissed and energize all over again. And her swings only got harder every time that damned clown laughed.

Honestly, she couldn't remember much about that week but she did remember the moment when she was bringing down the crowbar for another swing and Flash… Her Uncle Barry pried the crowbar out her hands as her Uncle Hal (to Bruce’s horror) lifted the Joker away. She remembered how she broke down in her Uncle Barry’s arms as he carried her away and back to the Batcave where her dad had grabbed her and wrapped his cape around her as she cried into his arms.

Jason was her teammate. Her partner in crime justice. Her best friend. Her family.

How could she managed to live without him? -- Time passed as fickle thing to her. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. She didn't seem to notice at all.

Batgirl had retired after word got out about her beating the Joker that landed him a coma. A coma that lasted for two months before he was thrown back into Arkham. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

She didnt noticed anything outside of her little bubble. She moved only enough to eat, shower, and use the restroom. And the few things she did manage to concentrate on was the Outlaws as she lead them from the base because it was the only place besides the manor that she could bask in the presence of Jason and focus on the life around her. It was as if he was still by her side in his Robin uniform leaning against the console trying to look cool and inconspicuous as he stared at Kyle and Artemis with hearts in his eyes.

She didn't even notice when Tim came into the picture. In the deep part of her subconscious, she registered his presence as the Scrawny Stalker. But on the outside, it was as if she didn't even noticed he existed. And the same could be said when Cass was brought into the picture. She didn't even blink when Barbara asked her how she felt about letting Cass be the new Batgirl. Just let her do her thing.

She was completely bitter in the her mind as she subconsciously took note of how Dick doted on his newest siblings. How she wanted to go over to him and tear him apart limb by limb because he never treated her and Jason like that. He never looked at Jason liked he was precious jewel worth keeping locked up and safe. She hated him for it. Especially when he came forward with that stupid nickname Little Wing. The one he gave Jason after the two of them let their guards down and trusted Dick when his only time trying to be a good sibling produced a nickname only to ruthlessly throw their trust back in their faces when he got into another argument with Bruce and threw Jason into the crossfire. Lamia had never wanted to kill someone as bad as she had wanted to kill Dick that day. Now all of her murderous tendencies are for Joker, but the point still remained.

But that was her subconscious and she dutifully ignored it.

Her depression went deeper when Maura Rayner. She barely managed to keep up a brave face for Kyle, but she did. Her love and dedication to the young Lantern and her love for Maura was the another lapse in her depression. It didn’t stick and she fell deeper into the recess of her mind whenever Kyle wasn’t around for her to provide comfort.

Maybe it was a respect thing that Tim didn't try to hang out with the Outlaws. Though it was probably because Dick was stealing Tim and taking him on trips around the Titan’s Tower instead. That was fine with Lamia. No one from the Bat Family besides Alfred and Bruce were allowed in the Mountain anyway since before Jason died. It was under mutual agreement to make Nightwing’s life hell whenever he or his friends tried. With the exception of Donna though that was more of Jason and Artemis joint puppy dog eyes and because Lamia was also a fan of Wonder Girl even though Artemis was to take on the title whenever Donna ascended the name.

She remembered the day her subconscious caught up to her conscious and all hell broke loose. She had finally suck up the courage to go down to the Batcave only to see that horrifying memorial and Tim in a Robin suit. Lamia could feel that rage bubble over the surface especially after she caught sight of the engravement. A Good Soldier.

She didn't recall much of what happened after she released all of her anger, but she vaguely remembered cursing in every language she knew. She remembered attacking Nightwing and Tim as she aimed to attack her dad. She remember how she froze the second the name “Gem” tumbled from Dick’s lips. She remembered how all of her muscles tense with a burst of pure undisguised anger and hatred as it registered in her ears. The nickname that only Jason called her in reference to her middle name. One of the few precious treasures that she had left from Jason. How fucking dare he taint it? She vaguely remembered the punch to his gut that landed Dick flat on his ass. But she vividly remembered with she grabbed one of Nightwing’s escrima sticks and swung it as hard she could and the satisfaction she had when it cracked the glass case. She knew she didn't say much of anything else but she stormed back up into the manner, packed her clothes and belongings and some sentimental items out of Jason’s room and escaped to the Mountain throwing her key to the Manor behind her.

She was done with them.

-- It was after she had some therapy with Dinah and learn to meditate from Artemis did she managed to control her anger and finally grieve properly. It was after the encouragement of Dove and Kyle that she took up training again. So she traveled to the Middle East and tracked down Bruce’s exgirlfriend Talia. If she was going to train, then she was going to train for the best she had to offer. She trained under many people like Lady Shiva, Richard Dragon, Deathstroke even Talia herself. And even though Talia was against it, she went to train with the All Caste. She ended becoming a member, but ended up leaving to return to her friends.

She returned to the hero business, but this time she went by Cyan the color of her magical sword from the All Caste and the magical camouflage cloak that she wore.

It was Chris that encouraged her to make amends with her family and she did so reluctantly. It was around that time that she learned of all of the craziness that had happened while she spent time away. Tim became Robin. He became an orphan and then turned around and got adopted then he quit. And then his ex girlfriend who only had a couple lessons of martial arts from the kung fu dongo in Old Gotham that joined the hero business as Spoiler to stop her dad had became Robin, the girl wonder. Then she ended getting fired and died at the hands of Black Mask. (Lamia couldn't help but to wonder if that was how she would’ve ended up if she had dated Jeremiah) So Tim became Robin again and rumor has it that he plan on starting his own little hero group called Young Justice out in San Francisco since Dickhead and his Titans moved their base to New York and Dickhead permanently left Bludhaven behind. And apparently, Cass found out she was the daughter of Lady Shiva (huh, now I know who the assassin had reminded me of) with her mother proclaiming that her destiny is to one day kill her.

She was so done.

The reconcile was messy and sometimes downright violent especially whenever the cautionary tale of not being like Jason creeps into conversation. Which led Lamia snapping at the breakfast table that no one besides her, Alfred, sometimes Bruce, and the other Outlaws really fucking knew Jason and the next person that says anything out of line about him can't hold her responsible for her actions. Most of the time she and Dick were fighting especially when he tried to play big brother.

“Get the hell out of my way, Dickface. The only brother I have is Jason. So you should stop trying to squeeze into shoes that you could never fill,” she had snapped on more than one occasion.

Her anger and bitterness she had with the family led to her moving permanently out of the Manor and into an apartment in the City Hall District. She barely stayed there, but she had zeta tube built into the basement of building that she bought out and is “under construction”. The security of her home rivaled Barbara, Tim, and Bruce mainly because she spent years studying the security of the Batcave and Barbara’s Clocktower and she learned a good amount of things from the Shadows and a touch of magic though not much she learned from the All Caste kept her “family” out of her home. And she enjoyed the looks she got whenever she went to the Manor and she noticed the frustrations in their eyes and she couldn't help but wonder which annoying preppy song they ended up being forced to listen to whenever they hit one of her firewalls.

Her anger was still there dancing like fire under her skin, but she kept it under control. She ended forming a bond with her new sister and brother. She spent a lot of time with them outside of the suits. Cass and Tim hung onto her every word whenever she spoke about the trouble her and Jason used to get into. They could easily see that his death still affected her after all of this time and felt undeniably guilty for keeping the secret of his existence from her. But they said nothing and complied to Bruce’s orders to not telling her.

Her entrance back into the limelight was one that took the world by storm. It was as if she was preteen again as she quickly ascended back to the top pedestal in the modeling world and having more interviews than days of the year. She dropped the Wayne part of her name though she knew she couldn't escape the legacy, but whenever she was on the runway…. She wasn't Lamia Wayne. She was just Lamia. --

The Red Hood. She had heard many things about the crime lord and of course none of them were good. He stayed away from Happy Harbor and that was fine by her. She had heard of how he beat Tim within a inch of his life and the time he blew up Sionis’ headquarters with a rocket launcher. She heard about the headless drug dealers and many other things. She learned of how he had settled in Bludhaven as the kind of hero that she and Jason would have love when they were kids. She knew that the superhero community did not like him and were planning to take him out without damage to their reputation.

What she hadn't known was that he was her very much alive and not-dead best friend.

She had been visiting the Batcave to use the computer to cross reference information on a drug dealer showing up in in the Harbor when she saw it. Descending down the stairs, the first few things she noticed were her father and her siblings standing around the computer. Oracle was showing on one screen with the not actually dead Spoiler standing slightly behind her. And on a larger screen was:

Jason Todd Alias: Robin, Red Hood Status: Alive

She dropped the tray of drinks she had been bringing down for Alfred.

All eyes turned to her, but she paid no mind because all she could pay attention was the fact that Jason was alive.

“Mia,” Dick called out hesitantly as their father hurriedly closed the tab. Still she paid him no notice. Not even when Alfred, drawn from the sound of the crash, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“How long,” she heard herself ask. “How long have you known?”

No one spoke for awhile. Then her father Bruce stated, “Shortly after he arrived on the scene.”

“I'm not wrong to assume you all knew,” she asked to the room as a whole. At their sheepish nods, she felt her fists clench together. “Why wasn't I made aware of this?”

“I fail to see how it concerns you,” was what Bruce stated.

“BULLSHIT!” she screeched. “Jason is MINES! I should've been the first person you told.”

Bruce paused. And Lamia faltered when she saw the sparks from her fist as her swords fought to be free. She took a deep breath and reigned in some of her anger. Just enough keep it from happening again.

“Why didn't you tell me,” she stressed. Her voice sounded broken and lost to her own ears.

“Mia,” Dick started and nearly paused when her intense gaze focused on him. “He’s not the Jason you remember.”

A snarl made its way to her face at his words, “You don't know the Jason I remember.”

Dick winced because yeah, he sought himself up for that. “I deserve that, but Mia, this Jason kills people. He tried to kill Timmy!”

She scoffed none too gently, “Dick, I tried to kill Timmy. I tried to kill you.”

Tim winced because it was true. He remember the look of pure murder in her eyes when she first saw him in the Robin suit.

“Your connection to Jason leaves clouds your judgement and compromises your safety,” Bruce stated in his Batman voice booking no argument.

“Pot meet Kettle,” she shot back. “Or did you forget about all of the scum that you put in the hospital?”

Bruce growled and glared and if she was the same girl she was years ago… if she wasn't so fuel by her anger and grief these days then she would've flinched and submitted to his every demand. But Lamia wasn't that little girl and even that little girl was defiant. She glared back at him and pulled herself up to full height. Which actually wasn't that much. She was basically the same height as Cass.

“You will stay away from the Red Hood. Thats an order,” he stated effectively ending the conversation.

“Fucking watch me,” she hissed before spinning on her heel and walked right passed Alfred on the stairs. She’d be damned if anything was going to keep her from Jason. Death itself did not managed.

What made Bruce think he could? -- Lamia pulled into Bludhaven on her bike with her cape flying dramatically out behind her. She had a dark scowl on her face that shown even through the domino mask. She looked around the streets before driving down an alley and stashing her bike. Pulling herself onto the rooftops, she put down the box of extra and new supplies and waited. Because Jason was a Bat no matter how long he and how far he flew from the Cavern. And all bats did everything in their power to kick unwanted heroes out their turfs. She pulled out her phone as she waited and noticed the very extensive list of missed calls and text messages just waiting and screaming for her attention. Scoffing, she turned her phone off and gaze out into the city.

It wasn't much. It wasn't Gotham nor Happy Harbor. It didn't hold the same beauty she had for either of her cities. She absently traced the remembrance rune with Jason’s name tatted on around that she got on impulse with the other Outlaws during Dove’s obsession with the Mortal Instruments book series.

“Who are you,” a small voice questioned shocking Lamia out of her daze. She calmly turned her head to the size to see a small girl staring up at her clutching tightly to a phone.

That's right. Jason uses a number for the kids to contact him for help.

“I'm looking for Red Hood. Do you know where I can find him?”

“No,” the girl said immediately. “You're a cape. You're just going to hurt him.” “I'm not going to hurt him,” she denied and lied immediately. She was going to kick his fucking ass. “I need to talk to him. It's important.”

“About what,” the girl inquired.

“None of your business,” Lamia snapped irritated before she took a deep breath. It would do her no good if she pissed the little girl off and that meant she’d probably have to actively search for Jason. And then she can't even promise that she wouldn't send him back to a grave if she had to do that. “Look, doll, I need you to call up Hood so that me and him can talk. And if it makes you feel any better, then you can stay here and listen. I promise not to fight him.”

The girl stared at her phone a few moments before dialing a number on the phone and walking a little further away to speak quietly to who she was guessing was Jason. Few moments later, she hung up but she kept her distance so Lamia could only guess that Jason was on his way.

She felt nervous to what she was going to actually say to him when he showed up. She didn't really know how to feel. Relief and happiness were quite evident, but she was angry and sad and confused. And quite honestly, she was so tired of secrets.

She heard him before the acknowledgement was made. She was glad that she brought supplies because that grappling hook sound horrible.

“Izzy said you had something important to tell me, he stated after a while from behind her. She slowly turned and came domino to domino with the bestfriend she had once loss. He had ditched the red hood and the white streak in his curly hair shined brilliantly. Lazarus Pits, a voice whispered in her head that sound a lot like Talia and Ra Al Ghul. He was taller and buffer than she remembered. He had filled out nicely and it was evident that his thunder thighs he had as a child were even thicker and delicious. The stray thought of how he’d fit into the Outlaw dynamic now flittered around in her mind before she chased it away.

“Yes. First, I want to say, sorry Izzy for lying,” and before anyone could process her statement, her fist connected with his face like all of those years ago when they first met.

“How fucking dare you,” she hissed dangerously. “You left me!”

Izzy froze in her spot. Seemingly wanting to interrupt and hit her back but refraining from doing so because Jason was there and she knew he could handle himself.

“Four years and nine months, Hood. You left me for four years and nine months! Do you know how fucking lost I've been without you!”

“What the hel-”

“SHUT UP! YOU DON'T GET TO SPEAK! NOT NOW! FOUR YEARS AND NINE MONTHS I HAVE BEEN GRIEVING OVER YOU. ON THE VERGE OF LOSING MY FUCKING SANITY BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE! I CRIED OVER YOU! I BEAT JOKER INTO A COMA FOR YOU! I GAVE UP MY LIFE BOTH OF THEM FOR YOU! I NEARLY KILLED ‘WING AND ROBIN FOR YOU!” Her voice rose with every word until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. She forced herself to stay rooted in her spot. She wouldn't continue to attack him. Not with the little girl on the roof that could catch the brute of it if they were careful. And if it came down to it, careful was going to be out the window.

“After everything we have been through together, why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to be last person to know? Forget everyone else. You’re my brother. You're mine. I thought we were family! But all of them knew about you before I did! I swear to the gods of Olympus that I want to kill you right now.”

“G-”

“Its Cyan now,” she snapped. She glared even harsher at him, “I have so many things I want to say to you. I had a whole speech ready when I was on my way over here. But honestly, right now I don't know what to say but to wonder if all of those years together meant anything to you? Because they meant everything to me.”

Tears were gathering in her and streaming down only to be captured by her mask. She clenched her fist together. “Be honest with me.”

“Fuck,” he growled. The two of them seemingly forgot the little girl standing on the roof with them. Jason began to pace around in agitation. “You don't think they meant anything to me? Those years with you by my side mean more to me than anything else in my life. You don’t know how hard i've been beating myself and stopping myself from traveling over to Gotham and the Harbor to come see you. Tell you that I was back.”

“Then why didn't you,” she cried out.

“Because I'm not the same person you remember!” he yelled back. “I'm not the little kid form you memories. I'm a monster now. A killer.”

“I don't care what the hell you think you are,” she spazzed. “I don't care if you’re a monster. You don't think I look myself in the face and think the same thing every time i snap and black out in anger? You're my best friend, Red. You always have been and I don't care if i have to come to say every day to stick it in your head. You are mine and I am yours. And nothing can change that.”

He shook his head and took a step away from her as if he was going to leave. She shot forward and latched onto his wrist as she looked him in lenses of his mask as if she was looking into his eyes.

“I am so fucking happy that you're alive and that you came back. I don't want to ever lose you again,” she pleaded. Her voice choked up on words and she left the sob stuck in her throat out as Jason pulled her into a tight hug. “I missed you so much and I'm just so happy you're back. Please. Please. Don't leave me again.”

She could feel him shaking as he pulled her closer and she held onto him just as tightly. “Never again, Gem. I promise.”

They stayed that way for awhile longer before the sound of a camera clicking drew their attention to the little standing to side looking sheepishly at them. “The other kids wanted to know what was going on. Im posting it on the website.”

Jason groaned softly before chuckling and pulling away from her. He looked over her shoulder to the box still sitting where she had first stood before she punched him. “You brought gifts?”

She scoffed lightly. Her whole being still overcome with emotions, “A peace offering if it came to the point of us beating the mess out of each other and throwing each other off the buildings.”

“You were prepared to lose,” he teased and she let a smile dance across her lips. “If anyone was going to lose, it was going to be you.”

He smiled at her. “Wait here, let me get Izzy back home and we can catch up.”

“I’ll like that,” she smiled back. The long suffering amount of anger that burned like fire in her veins simmered down and cooled as she finally felt true happiness in her being after so long.

Because Jason was back and everything was going to be okay. She finally had her family back and that was all that mattered.

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