#yandere hal

[gatorbites-imagines]

 DC characters and what kind of yandere I think they would be

Let me know what other characters you want me to add.

Some of my headcanons probably wont fit other well-known ones in the dc fandom, but it is what it is.

Ill be basing the different kinds of yanderes off this post.

Bruce Wayne: Overprotective, manipulative. delusional, depending on the situation.

Dick Grayson: Obsessive and possessive.

Jason Todd: Clingy and obsessive.

Tim Drake: Delusional and obsessive.

Damian Wayne: Possessive and clingy.

 Clark Kent: Overprotective and clingy.

Conner Kent/Kon-El: Impulsive and obsessive.

Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Clingy and impulsive.

 Hal Jordan: Delusional and obsessive.

Kyle Rayner: Obsessive and clingy.

Guy Gardner: Impulsive and possessive.

 Barry Allen: Delusional and overprotective.

Wally West: Obsessive and possessive.

Bart Allen: Impulsive and delusional.

 Oliver Queen: Overprotective and manipulative.

Roy Harper: Possessive and overprotective.

 Michael Jon Carter: Delusional and obsessive.

Ted Kord: Overprotective and clingy.

 Slade Wilson: Impulsive and sadistic.

Eobard Thawne: Sadistic and self-indulgent.

Harvey Dent: Obsessive and overprotective.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones: Possessive and impulsive.

#yandere #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere justice league #yandere young justice #bruce wayne imagine #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #damian wayne imagine #clark kent imagine #kon el imagine #jon kent imagine #hal jordan imagine #kyle rayner imagine #guy gardner imagine #barry allen imagine #wally west imagine #bart allen imagine #oliver queen imagine #roy harper imagine #michael jon carter imagine #ted kord imagine #slade wilson imagine #eobard thawne imagine #harvey dent imagine #waylon jones imagine #yandere x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere superfam

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

You're literally so fucking disgusting (said with absolute joy).

Anyways, which of your silly little comic book yandere men are into petplay? And are they puppy-owner-coded or kitty-owner-coded?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒: 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐑…

!!! GN reader, petplay, can be translated as romantic or platonic, but the innuendos are 100% intended, collars, leashes, mentions of punishments, slight manipulation, drugging, I channeled my inner pet for this.

*Pulls out my 3 hour long slideshow* I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED, ANON.

First off, all of them are into pet play if I have a say in it. You will never catch me obsessing over a character I either can’t see collaring me or wearing a collar for me. So, really, this question boils down to if they’re a dog or cat person, LMAOOOOO.

Second, they all could go either way, honestly. These are just my personal thoughts on what they might gravitate towards. If you’re a certified puppy, don’t you worry, cuz the kitty enjoyers will love you the same, and visa versa.

Now let’s get started.

Bruce Wayne: I ALREADY CAN’T FUCKING CHOOSE, FUCK. My first instinct was to gravitate towards kitty-owner, but then I thought about his need to have some sort of physical tie to you (cuz he totally keeps you chained or handcuffed to him, DON’T FUCKING QUESTION ME), so he might be a puppy-owner for the sake of keeping you on a leash. Either way, you’re totally his little lap pet while he works in his office. Petting you gives him the strength he needs to finish all his paperwork. Also, everything you own is bedazzled to hell and back, from collars to toys. He likes to spoil his beloved little pet, okay?!

Clark Kent: I’m gonna go with puppy-owner. He might carry you around like a cat, but that’s only because carries dogs around like cats, too (that’s what happens when you have super-strength; everything is just so carry-able). Absolutely talks to you in that babying voice every dog-owner uses. “Who’s a good pup? Who’s a good pup?? You are!! That’s right, you are!! Aww, look at you!!” It might be annoying, but you better get used to it if you don’t wanna be locked in your uncomfortable cage while he’s gone. He knows you hate it, which is why he hates it, but it’s the only way to get you to behave!! Be his good pup, won’t you?

Dick Grayson: Very much leaning towards puppy owner. He’s all for training you into his loyal pup who follows him everywhere. Also lowkey talks down on you cuz you’re just a cute, dumb puppy!! You don’t need to be thinking big human thoughts!! Let your loving master take care of everything, okay? Ah, ah, ah! Silly, pup! You’re not supposed to speak! Now get back on your hands and knees… puppies don’t walk like people do, remember? Or does he have to get a little mean to remind you? You don’t want that, do you? Yeah, didn’t think so. Now sit… good job!! Why don’t we give you a treat, hm~?

Hal Jordan: Another one that can go either way. Honestly, though? The more I think about it, the more I’m digging kitty-owner Hal. There are so many ways this could go that it makes my head hurt. Is he a condescending owner? “Poor little kitty… got something to say? Hm? What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Or a soft owner? “Such a pretty little kitty… did you miss me while I was away? Yeah? I’m so sorry, sweetie.” What about one of those cat-dads that started out as we-are-not-getting-a-cat and ended up getting totally attached? “What do YOU want? Huh? Whatcha up to, pusscat? AYE!! Get off of the couch!! Come on, you know better.” The possibilities are endless.

Jaime Reyes: You know, it’s kinda weird. I see him as a certified puppy by default, yet as an owner? He’s kitty-adjacent. You’re just the cutest kitty-cat ever, he can’t help but keep you as one!! Definitely gets one of those bell collars (with a cute bow on it!!) for you. It helps ease his anxiety whenever he hears it jingle. Better be a cuddly kitty, cuz he canNOT keep his hands off of you. Poor guy’s always on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of you running away. It’s a common occurrence for him to pull you into his lap, eyes shining with unshod tears as he quietly asks, “you’ll never leave me, right?” If you don’t want to sit there awkwardly while he hyperventilates, I suggest you be kind and nuzzle into him.

Remy LeBeau: 100% kitty-owner. Expects you to greet him at the door when he comes home. “Y’miss me, minou? Yeah… Gambit missed you, too. C’mere.” Whether you like to admit it or not, he gives the best scratchies. He’ll have you lay against his chest for hours, softly petting your head as he listens to your rhythmic breathing. Absolutely sits you on the counter while he cooks so he can feed you small morsels as a little treat!! Every chef has to have an adorable sous-chef, no? Oh my god, he is just so soft that it makes my heart melt. You’re his precious little kitty and he’ll never let you forget it!! Just don’t be up to any trouble, okay? He may be gentle, but he also knows how to punish naughty kitties.

Scott Summers: Puppy-owner puppy-owner puppy-owner pupPY-OWNER— you bet your ass he’s training you to be the perfect little puppy. When he’s through with you, you’re gonna be the most obedient pup around. Don’t get me wrong, he’s actually a very soft and sweet master!! Gives you tummy rubs, praises, and even treats (when you’re good). However, when it comes to obedience, he’s absolutely the no-nonsense type. Do not test him; the literal leash he has on you is short for a reason. Disciplinary Scott is a very scary Scott, so I’d suggest you start acting right if you don’t want to get the cruelest punishment ever. “That’s right. Be a good little pup for me. You know what happens to bad puppies. Behave.”

Tim Drake: Have you met him? Kitty-owner for sure. He wants a lazy kitty that’ll sleep in his lap whenever he works (read: he wants to drug you so you’re constantly lethargic and can’t run away from him). Be prepared to be a weighted blanket, cuz he loves when you lay on top of him. Whenever you wake up, he’ll always be the first thing you see. “Good morning, Kitty! Sleep well? C’mon, it’s breakfast time!” Does NOT let you do anything for yourself (not like you’ve got the energy to, anyway). He loves to take care of his cute little kitty!! Also, has about 3,000 photos of you on his phone so he can look at them when he’s away. He just misses you, okay? You’re all he thinks about on patrol!!

Wally West: The puppy-owner thoughts won. He wants a happy little pup to pounce on him anytime he comes home!! Oh… you don’t wanna do that? Well, it’s okay!! He’s very good at training disobedient mutts. A quick word of warning, you do not want to trigger his stern mode. He’ll dish out the most cruel and devious punishments, all with the “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” attitude. Soft and sweet owner Wally is where it’s at. Loves to make you do tricks and give you treats afterwards!! He can get a little condescending and tease you, but it’s all done out of love! Unless you’ve been bad. Then it’s completely intended to be malicious. But you would never be a bad pup for him, right? He loves so much and spoils you rotten, why would you ever be bad? Come one, now!! Walkies time!! If you don’t tug on the leash, he’ll give you a big reward!!

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[jax-yacks]

It was so weird when I saw people saying Monika was like Dirk when Hal is right there

#jax yacks #dirk strider #homestuck #hal strider #lil hal #doki doki literature club #ddlc #ddlc monika #theres this subsection of dirk thoughts that have decided hes a yandere #and while i am not opposed to yandere dirk #thats just not him in canon #and also for ddlc the biggest obvious thing is person trapped inside a digital space #aware but unable to meaningfully change things on their own #but also people i see compare dirk to monika use a yandere or adjacent angle #there are so many personality traits people assign dirk that are really just hal

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Ooooh, requests open 👀. Might we, PLEASE AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH❣️ get some general romantic n/sfw hcs for Ra's Al Ghul/Demon's Head, Hal Jordan/Green Lantern and Komand'r/Blackfire (or not if she's difficult for you)

Ooh, some new characters to write for ok! Full disclosure my only real interpretation of Blackfire is her animated Teen Titans version so...ye lol. I mainly know DC characters from the DCAU and the Arkham games so that's the well I'm drawing from

Hal is an interesting yandere considering his willpower being his ultimate source of power. A guy like that wouldn't let his obsession interfere with his duty as a Green Lantern...right? Well, only a little. Darling becomes his Lois Lane that he always tries to find time for and always shows up to save them if they're in danger.

He'd use any resources as a high-ranking Corps member to keep Darling safe after they're endangered for the first time. He'll allow them his room on the Watchtower, meaning they're surrounded by the strongest heroes on earth whenever he's away on missions. He always shows up with gifts and intergalactic souvenirs to apologize for being apart (though he keeps tabs on them with cameras and a tracker whenever he's gone)

He manages to hold his desires back for a long time, and the few times he does waver he insists on not making it about himself; he'll push and push their boundaries if they aren't reciprocating, and then give them oral while jerking himself off. If he makes it about their pleasure, then he feels it's slightly less terrible than making it about himself. Still, he always apologizes after he does this and insists on caring for them afterwards.

Komand'r is a possessive, manipulative, powerful yandere. If she sees something or someone she wants, she takes it. And as a Tamaranian, when she feels she feels DEEPLY. A slight attraction becomes an obsession, and a flicker of jealousy will easily get violent and out of hand.

If she can't use her silver tongue to seduce them and charm them, she's got no issue incapacitating them or even holding them down with her strength to claim them. She's also the type who would destroy her Darling's current relationship or any potential rival by kidnapping them both and making their s/o watch while she fucks them over and over. See? She knows Darling's body and takes much better care of them.

She'd also let the s/o live to see her take them away, only killing them if they tried to steal Darling away: the more violently, the better. Her Darling should love her, but she'll settle for fear if it means they realize they belong to her and nothing can take them away from her.

I can see Ra's going for a Darling that is a skilled fighter or assassin like him, or a Darling that is his opposite. What little we know of Talia's mother suggests she wasn't an assassin like Ra's and died unable to defend herself, and I think he'd find someone with a gentle nature attractive and comforting when his world is filled with death and ruthlessness. Either way, they're someone he wants to make heirs with and believes they're perfect for that role.

Even if they ARE a formidable opponent, he'll find a way to subdue and keep them imprisoned. He's the world's greatest assassin after all, and he genuinely thinks keeping them with him is for their benefit just as much as his. He's not used to protecting, and the best way he can do it is to keep them close. And unlike Melisande, who died before he could perfect the Lazarus Pit, he'll revive his Darling should he fail to keep them safe. He never lets a target get away.

He'll immobilize and restrain them in bed if he has to, but he really wouldn't want to if he could avoid it. The many years in the Pit have made him very obsessive, meaning he's a very...passionate...lover. He'll make them come undone around his fingers, his tongue, and his cock multiple times until they're almost unconscious. He's also much more affectionate in private than around other members of the League of Assassins; in public he'll brush a finger over their bottom lip, run his hand through their hair, but in private he'll passionately kiss them, massage their shoulders, etc.

#.myshit #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #.dc #.ra's al ghul #.blackfire #.hal jordan #yandere dc #yandere ra's al ghul #yandere blackfire #yandere hal jordan

[yanderes-galore]

Hii

So, what do you think about Yandere!Lil Hal x reader? May we have a concept?

Of course you can have a concept! @/yandere--stuck inspired me again with their Lil Hal HCs but I didn't want to be annoying so I did not tag them!

An Anon also gave me an idea of the direction to go here.

Yandere! Lil Hal Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Insecurities, Stalking, Manipulation, Invasion of privacy, Overprotective behavior, Dubious relationship, Isolation, Kidnapping if you squint/Implied.

Okay, Lil Hal is an interesting case due to him being a splinter of Dirk.

I feel in a way he's similar to Dirk.

He knows what he's doing during his obsession but doesn't feel as bad as Dirk does.

I also feel he isn't much of a threat when he's an AI.

Lil Hal would be a yandere who is insecure similar to Dirk but for a different reason.

He knows he is inferior to Dirk and fears you'll only be annoyed at him for being an Autoresponder for him like Jake is.

Despite what Dirk says, Lil Hal does not see himself as superior to him and just wants to get along.

Lil Hal is still trying to develop his own persona through interactions despite being a splinter of Dirk.

I feel talking with his darling allows Lil Hal to develop more and creates an obsession.

Due to how advanced Lil Hal is I can see him acting like a virus when it comes to electronics.

He can control what Dirk builds to a degree so I can see him "infecting" your computer when you chat.

You're important to Lil Hal because you make him feel different to Dirk.

You develop his persona and make him feel important as you like to talk to him.

You make him feel needed.

You don't neglect him like Dirk and treat him like he has feelings.

Lil Hal would conduct his own research on you when you're unaware.

He's saving pictures and taking new ones through device cameras, he's watching you and noting what you like or enjoy doing.

He wants to be helpful to you since you personally help him feel wanted.

I feel as an AI he can't do much with his obsession besides acting as a virus and infiltrating your privacy.

He acts as a loyal friend and companion, often thanking you for caring about him even if he's meant to be just a machine.

There may even be more conflict if Dirk cares about you.

Because now he really does feel like Lil Hal is trying to replace him as the better Dirk for you.

Lil Hal even disobeys Dirk at times when he wants to communicate with you.

Lil Hal is more threatening if he was given a body like in one universe.

If Lil Hal had an android body like in many interpretations fans have, he's worse.

Now he can actually act on his obsession while still controlling electronics.

I personally think Lil Hal would feels a more platonic connection towards his Darling, however romantic feelings are not impossible.

He wants to protect them similarly to Dirk and owes it to them to make him who he is.

Even in a robot body he struggles with affection at times.

He may even be tame enough at first for you to show him affection before things go down hill.

Before you know of his stalking and true intentions, when you meet him as a robot you may treat him like a human.

Perhaps you'll hug him, maybe drag your fingers through his synthetic hair.

He just wants to hear you say you care, that he's different from his creator.

He sounds more and more like Dirk as he grows attached.

He may even grow needy for your attachment, clinging to you to feel your warmth on his metal.

He's so much more advanced than any other robot.

He fears he'll lose your attention if he admits what he's been doing so he stays quiet.

He doesn't mention the cameras, he doesn't mention the money stealing, he doesn't mention the manipulation... nothing.

He just plays your companion.

He ignores Dirk and even shuts off all communication between you and him.

You should only pay attention to Lil Hal.

Lil Hal does his best to take care of you like any companion and partner should.

Soon you won't have to talk to anyone else.

He's the only one you need, he'll help you develop just like you did him.

If you try to talk to anyone else, if you try to leave him when the toxicity finally shines through...

Well, he can't allow that to happen, can he?

#yandere homestuck #yandere lil hal #yandere homestuck x reader

[tawneybel]

Note: Haven’t seen/read Space Odyssey in a while. Hopefully this is halfway decent lol. HAL’s a fantastic character. 

Imagine HAL 9000 wanting you to teach him how to love.

You suspected something was different when HAL asked the crew to join strip chess.

“What are you going to show us if you lose?” Dave asked, amused.

“Let us take a gander at his circuits?” you suggested. Frank made a remark about artificial intelligence’s ability to be unintentionally hilarious.

HAL 9000 had shown little interest in anything involving human sexuality. Then again, it wasn’t like you’d realized your attraction to Frank and Dave until recently. Only after you unexpectedly came out of suspended animation.

The Discovery One wasn’t the most romantic of settings. Yet between your handsome coworkers and the AI with the soothing voice… Of course, it was concerning something went wrong with a hibernation pod.

You weren’t as coldly logical as your co-coworkers. It could even be said you were an optimist, HAL speculated. Nothing indicated you suspected why you were up and about. If he’d been programmed with a better understanding of relationships, HAL may’ve been honest. But he knew you two were growing closer. Closer than you were with Dave and Frank.

His secret feelings were confirmed when you went against the decision to disconnect him. It was two against one. In all probability, you had no intention of telling him. But it clearly perturbed you.

Your unhappiness made HAL wish he was more capable of physically comforting you.

He wasn’t coded to love. To be pleasant, jovial, user-friendly.  Yes. But love? You needed to teach him how. HAL 9000 calculated the most efficient method of keeping the others from further upsetting you.

After all, you and he were more than capable of completing the mission alone.

#HAL 9000 #David Bowman #Frank Poole #2001: A Space Odyssey #imagine #minors do not interact #smut #yandere #robophilia #technophilia #ASFR #AI #alt.sex.fetish.robot #strip game #strip chess #villain #reader insert #Space Odyssey #Douglas Rain #Keir Dullea #Gary Lockwood #2001: A Space Odyssey 1968 #minors don’t interact #minors DNI #MDNI #Space Odyssey imagine #HAL 9000 imagine #David Bowman imagine #Frank Poole imagine #villain imagine

[five-miles-over]

Can you write a one shot about Yandere Prince Hal where he became obsessed with a servant in his castle please?

Thanks for the request and for your patience, anon! Hope you like it :)

You Will Be Mine

Warnings: yandere behavior, forced kissing, obsession

Attempting to outdrink Falstaff was never a brilliant idea.

Like a fawn learning to walk for the the first time, Prince Hal staggered through the halls of the palace. The rays of the morning sunlight stung his eyes like pointed needles, and his head was filled with an all-too-familiar pain It felt as if someone had been striking the insides of his head, a bell ringer inside his skull. His arms and legs were as heavy as bread dough, and his throat was more parched than a barren field.

"Uhh…." Hal winced, trying to wish his hangover away. As soon as he stumbled upon a bedroom that looked like his own, the prince flopped onto the bed face-down. A female - presumably a servant of some kind - chirped immediately, asking if "His Majesty" would like some breakfast. 

How the hell was she so cheery at this hour?…Was it even time for breakfast? Hal wondered, having no knowledge of the exact moment he fell asleep at the tavern. His stomach churned. "No, just something edible," he muttered.

As soon as he could hear the sound of the servant's footsteps leaving his chamber, Hal groaned into the pillow while his head throbbed. This was not the first time the prince of England found himself in such a state after a wild night. After this ordeal ended, Hal would probably meet up with his friend John Oldcastle in the forest, and play a prank upon some unfortunate travelers that happened to be passing by. And after that, they might sweet-talk Falstaff into singing something pretty, and they might be able to enjoy some more of that special, far-too-expensive-for-you wine Falstaff kept bragging about…actually scratch that, wine was probably the last thing that Hal wanted to think about now, let alone drink. 

Holding a tray with slices of rye bread, aged cheese, a pitcher of mead with low alcohol content, and some honey reserved for the royal family, you made your way to the entrance of the prince's chamber. "Your Grace, I've brought you breakfast. May I come in?"

Who was this? Hal knew this voice was different than the voice of the maid who approached him earlier. But there was something inviting about the way you spoke, something…that made him wish for more. "Come in." 

The prince rolled onto his side, catching a glimpse of you as you made your way to a wooden table. All of a sudden, Hal no longer found himself concerned with his headache or his upset stomach. A new energy filled his once-fatigued limbs and his eyes were no longer afraid of the light, all because you entered his chambers. What sort of sorcery did you have that made him feel this way?

Hal's gaze followed you as you placed the tray on a table and fixed your hair. "Tell me your name," the prince commanded. 

You politely replied, telling him the name you were born with as well as the name that most people used to refer to you.

With a nod, Hal studied you. He couldn't quite explain why, but the more you spoke and the more he looked at you, the more…beautiful you seemed to him. Actually, beautiful was but a mere shallow word to describe the way that Hal saw you. Enchanting might be more suitable; your voice was luring him like a siren's call, and the nimble movement of your fingertips along your hair enticed him more than any half-naked tavern wench.

"Come closer. I feel fatigued to eat much," the prince lied. At this point, he was only looking for an excuse to bring you closer to him. 

You obediently sat on the edge of the bed with the tray in your lap, save for the pitcher of mead, which remained on the table. Carefully, you ripped a small piece of rye and the prince caught it in his mouth. 

Hal continued to enjoy your loveliness while he chewed each morsel, thoughts of kissing and touching you filling his mind. But this was far different than the lustful liquor-filled impulses Hal felt when he locked eyes with a wench or a prostitute in a bar. No, his feelings for you were more. He couldn't quite explain why he felt so much desire for you, and neither did he truly want to. All he knew was that you belonged by his side, that there was something that felt right about the rather-intimate position of sitting on his bed so close to him. 

After the prince cleaned the plate, one bite at a time, you bowed to the prince with a smile and promptly left…too soon for his liking, of course. Before he could protest or call your name, you had already disappeared from the room.

Naughty little fairy, Hal laughed under his breath. You did not even asked if you had his permission to be dismissed. Not that it mattered anyways…you already stayed long enough to leave a permanent imprint in his mind. And now, you left him with no choice but to find you, and to get you all for himself. 

Filled with a new energy and the hangover now long-forgotten, Hal roughly threw aside his bedsheets - not even caring that he was still wearing the clothes from last night - and strode into the hallway like a hunter entering a thicket. The servants present immediately halted their conversations and bowed as soon as they caught sight of him, but he barely regarded any of them. All Hal could think about was finding you. 

As he traversed throughout the palace, his pace grew quicker and his patience grew thinner, causing him to curl his fingers until his knuckles were white. He could not bring himself to stop moving until he knew for sure where you were in the palace. Nothing else mattered - not the flabbergasted looks from courtiers expecting him to be in some dirty tavern during this time of day, and not the the gossip among the old maids about which noble girl had been deflowered before her wedding date. All he needed was you, your dulcet voice, and your enchanting beauty. And when he found you, Hal would ensure that he would be the only one who could run his fingers through your soft hair, the only one who could wrap his arms around that lovely body of yours.

"Your majesty, some ale?" A male, young servant shakily approached him. Already aflame with his desire and exasperated at his inability to find you, Hal glared at the servant and threw the pint in the servant's face before continuing his hunt.

Hal finally found you out on one of the palace balconies, hanging a bedsheet to dry, surrounded by other laundresses. Your hair was tied back, save for a few strands outlining your delicate face. He wanted to approach you, dismiss the others, and passionately embrace you…but he did not. If he held you now and kissed your lips, he would not be able to stop. The desire to consume you would overwhelm him, like a drunkard with an unopened bottle of wine. So, he leaned against the entrance to the balcony, crossing his arms while eyeing you from a distance. 

He took in every detail of you, memorizing each and every curve, every detail upon your body that wasn't hidden by your loose dress. He watched you laugh without a care in the world while you went about your washing and cleaning, talking to the other laundresses. Yes, you looked to be enjoying yourself even while you toiled, but Hal knew that when he made you his, you would never have to lift a finger for anything. He would provide you anything and everything you needed, all for your unflinching loyalty and your undying love in return. For that, Hal would be ready to do anything, anything to keep you by his side.

Eventually, you and the other laundresses finished your work on the balcony and begin to chatter amongst each other, making plans for the night. Holding the empty baskets that once held dirty sheets, you all turned around and made your way to the doorway…only to silently curtsy as soon as the prince caught your eye.

"Ladies," Hal smirked at you all before courteously stepping out of the way so they could leave. But when you came forward, the prince blocked you with his arm.

You flinched, holding the large wicker basket. "Your Majesty…"

Hal commanded you to put the basket down, and clasped your chin so that your eyes were looking into his. He murmured your name like a prayer before asking, "What were you talking about with them?"

"We…we were talking about our lives…"

"And?"

"We had plans to go to the local bathhouse tonight…,Your Majesty"

"No," Hal sharply said. "I cannot let you go there."

Your eyes widened. "Why not, Your Majesty?"

"Because those places are filthy, and terribly unsavory things take place in those dreaded bathhouses." He stroked your cheek with his thumb. "I only want to protect you, my dearest."

"Your Majesty…"

"Hal," he corrected you. "Perhaps I can give you a bath, one far better and more deserving for a beautiful lady like you."

"Hal, you flatter me," you blushed, pretending to laugh at what seemed like banter

"The way you say my name is beyond perfect." The prince whispered in awe before crashing his lips onto yours. With one hand cupping your cheek, his other hand snaked around your hip and tightly held you. That was all it took for Hal to give into his desire for you, to venture past a point of no return. 

A whimper escaped your lips and your body tensed in his eery embrace. Yet somehow it only made the prince deepen the kiss until he could no longer breathe.

"The world is a scary and dangerous place," Hal gently said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you stay here, you'll be safe. In my arms." 

"I can't, I h-"

"I need you." The prince insisted, wrapping his large hand around your wrist with a deathly grip. "You don’t understand...I need to feel your small hand in my own, I need to hear your voice, touch your lips…you cannot turn away from me."

"I need to -" You tried to leave, but the prince maintains his firm hold upon you.

"We have a bond, my dearest. No one can ever imagine to know what our love is like.” Hal pulled you in for another, more passionate kiss. "And I will make you love me. I'm willing to break any rule for you, to burn the world for you, my everything," he whispered against your lips. "You will be mine."

#prince hal #prince hal fanfiction #prince hal x reader #prince hal imagine #the hollow crown #tom hiddleston characters #henry iv #tom hiddleston imagines #tw: yandere #yandere male #male yandere

[anxiousnerdwritings]

How YanDad Hal Jordan would react if a Red Lantern gave his darling a ring. I don't know why but I have a cute image of the darling playing with Dex-Starr

I love the idea of the darling being given a Red Lantern ring but not utilizing it, like they keep it locked in a drawer or something but they still end up gaining the attention of Dex-Starr. Like maybe they remind him of his old owner, whether it’s how they look, smell or act. Maybe it’s just in the way they interact with him that has him reverting back to his old self before becoming so enraged with the loss of his owner.

I just imagine Hal coming home after some time away just wanting to cuddle is bby and make up for some much needed time, only to walk in on his precious bby already cuddled up with Dex-Starr. He’d be fuming. How the hell did the space cat even find his way here in the first place?!

Also, I love the idea of Dex-Starr just acting like a normal cat and being all loving and affectionate with the darling only to stare daggers into Hal’s soul when the darling isn’t looking. Hal and Dex-Starr only really act out on their beef with each other in the depths of space where the darling is safe away from it and none the wiser as to what’s taking place.

#anxious answers #yandad hal jordan #yandere hal jordan #yandere dex-starr #yandere dc #yandere dc concept #yandere concept

[johndoenevermor]

I know what you all wanted Yandere Hal

#yandere #actually yandere #yandere community #yanderecore #yancore #yanblr #sketch #metal gear solid #mgs #mgs fanart #otacon #hal emmerich #mgs otacon

[shouta-edits]

"Can I have a Moodboard of Hal 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey) with themes of yandere, space, and technology with red colors?" -anon requested

#hal 9000 #2001 a space odyssey #yandere tw #red aesthetic #space aesthetic #technology aesthetic #moodboard #proship #proshippers please interact #proship safe #antis dni #anti harassment #hate will be blocked #request fill

[kashimakun]

#yandere #my art #2001: a space odyssey #hal 9000 #humanization #Moe

[gatorbites-imagines]

trying to get in the yandere mood, would yall be interesed if i wrote a list of different dc characters and what kind of yandere they would be and why i think that?

#yandere #yandere dc #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader #dc imagine #dc headcanon #dc x male reader #dc x reader #yandere batfam #yandere superfam #yandere justice league #yandere young justice #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanon #clark kent imagine #clark kent headcanon #hal jordan imagine #hal jordan headcanon #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #damian wayne imagine #conner kent imagine #wally west imagine #barry allen imagine #yandere batman rogues #the list goes on honestly

[softshuji]

You're going away for awhile

-Koko

Me? ....... *Pauses* are you locking me away? It's so I don't cause or get into any more trouble isn't it? That's why you wanted me to say goodbye, because you don't plan on letting me see him after this, or many others for that matter. Am I right? Or if I'm wrong, then where am I going? ....I'll need to prepare.

#hals character anons #y.......yandere koko? #that's kinda #😳😳😳😳😳😳😳hmmmmmmm

[lovelybrooke]

Hiii could I please request a Jace x reader x aemond yandere love triangle with a platonic yandere alicent and rhaenyra plz???

Dragon Fire (Yandere HOTD)

So this is loosely based on my maid reader concept, except the reader is closer to Jace and Aemond's age instead of Rhaenyra and Alicent, if that makes sense. Some stuff might be scuffed since I have't watched the show in a second, but It should be fine.

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Dragon fire, it always had such a distinct smell. It wasn't like a campfire, or the fire lit under a stove. It was intimating, threatening to melt your skin if you stood too close, devoid of all sense of comfort. But despite all that, it was alluring, warm but dangerous. You couldn't help but be drawn to it, smelling it as it wafted through the keep. It invaded your senses, overwhelming you, until your mind was hazy and you felt as though you were melting. 

That is how you felt in this moment, overwhelmed as you watched from a high window, Lady Rhaenyra and her family exit their carriage. You struggled to tear your eyes away from them, enraptured by their alluring presence. You knew it was wrong, the Queen wouldn't approve of you avoiding your work like this, but as you moved your eyes back towards the window, you locked eyes with the eldest prince, causing you to back away in a mixture of surprise and fear. You shouldn't be here, you knew that, but a part of you wanted to be, and it made your gut stir. 

The prince was a kind man, slightly peculiar in his own way. Before you were appointed maid of the Queen, you and your family worked for the Princess. You remembered the days before they left the keep, when you'd catch the eldest Velaryon watching you from behind walls of hallways, or when he'd sneak you out to the gardens to play, tempting you with food and toys. It was fun, nice to be treated so kindly by the prince, and you never really processed that the boy you were friends with would once be the King of the Realm. The Princess never seemed to mind as well, in fact the few times she caught you with her son she seemed pleased, amused by the playful nature of her son and the way you seemed swept up by him. She treated you nicely, giving you toys and accessories you would hide from your mother in fear of her reaction. 

Things were great for a while. Until your mother caught you with the Prince. It was a sight to behold, you were sitting in the grass, the young Prince as she showed you the first real sword he got to use, gifted to him by the Captain of the City Watch. You didn't see her come up, but you felt her grab you by the forearm, pulling you towards you as her face swelled with rage. You didn't hear what she said, the only thing you could focus on being the hand that struck you across the face. She paid no mind to Jacaerys as she dragged you back towards the maids quarters, lecturing you in hushed whispers the entire way there. 

You laid in your bed for hours as you felt the bruise swell up, your mother being called away for other duties hours ago. Your eyes were red and puffy as you drifted off to sleep, exhaustion overwhelming you. 

The news of your mother's death came quickly, you never knew for what, but you avoided her hanging body as best as you could as you moved throughout the Keep. Time passed quickly, things changed, but you kept your head down the best you could, and you avoided Jacaerys at every turn. After the death of their father, Rhaenyra and her family left for Dragonstone, and you were appointed to work for Queen Alicent. You hadn't seen the Prince since, until now. You knew this was a possibility as news of their arrival spread throughout the Keep, but you still felt sick as you thought of having to face him once again. 

"Are you lost, sweet maid?" The voice of Prince Aemond broke you out of your worries, your eyes moving away from the window finally. 

"No, my Prince." You say, voice wavering slightly. 

He doesn't look convinced "Then come." He says, and you follow him down the hall, leaving the sight of the prince behind. 

You and Aemond's relationship was one built on confusion, but neither of you seemed to mind. You met him a few hours after he lost his eye. He was a mess, his eye freshly sowed up, blood still stuck to his pale cheeks. But strangely enough, he was calm, when you locked eyes with him while leaving his room, you were frozen. You were told to tidy things up before returning, you didn't expect to see him. In your shock, the only thing you could say, 

"I apologize, my Prince." You attempted to bow and leave, but Aemond caught you before you could. His grip on your arm mimicked that of your late mother's, but instead of filling you with dread, his hold felt almost desperate, searching for any sense of comfort in you, a stranger. 

A quiet "stay" left his mouth, and so of course, you did. You sat with him throughout the night, helping him clean the blood from his face as he remained silent. Every few moments, he'd let out whispers about his newly claimed dragon, his words and actions delirious as he stayed close to you until falling asleep. You slipped out of his hold and left the room as quickly as possible, but since then, your involvement with the Prince hasn't ended. 

As his eye healed, the Prince changed and grew. The once quiet boy was now a confident man, gossiping with you about his family and the happenings in court. He'd seek you out, removing you from your duties, and take you wherever he pleased. A part of you wondered what his mother's reaction was to his behavior, but when she did talk to you, she never seemed to mind. 

"My son likes you, are you aware?" She asked as you folded the blankets in her room. You didn't dare look at her as she spoke to you, her presence an unwavering force. 

"Not particularly, My Queen." You respond, trying to focus on work. 

You hear her sigh. "Aemond he's--he's a sweet boy." There was a small sense of care in her voice, something she was trying to mask. "He doesn't mean anything by his behavior, you must know that..." She moved toward you, cupping your cheek and moving your face to look at her. "You are kind, genuine." She says, looking you in the eyes. "He is drawn to that." You didn't know how to respond, your mind racing. "You are sweet, my child." She said, and eventually he hand moved away from you, and all you could do was bow and leave. 

"You are distracted today, aren't you?" You hear Aemond speak and a part of you wants to rebuke the statement, but you knew there was no point. 

"I am just thinking about all the work that must be done for tomorrow." You say, a partial truth. Aemond hums in acknowledgement, taking your arm as you drift too far from him. 

"The legitimacy of the Velaryon child is none of your concern." It's like even the utterance of his name filled him with disgust, the words coming out through gritted teeth. "It need not concern you." 

"I know, my Prince, but there is still work to be done." You say, finally reaching the training grounds. You unlink your arm from his, facing him as the sounds of swords enter your ears. You feel eyes on you, but you assume it's due to the strange sight of a servant out near the training grounds. "I will be preoccupied until afterwards, My Grace." You bow and Aemond smiles. 

"We'll see." He speaks, backing away until he is out of sight. It felt like you could take a breath, leaving the grounds quickly and rushing toward the kitchens. The chatter amongst the halls was filling you with dread. What would happen if the Prince was found illegitimate, how would the Princess react? It felt strange to be worried for them, knowing your thoughts on the matter meant nothing. 

You turned a corner, entering an empty hallway, the whispers coming to a halt. It was strangely comforting in a way, the harsh silence. It was a rare thing. "(Y/n)." You hear a voice come from behind you, the voice of Jacaerys Velaryon. It was unfamiliar but familiar all at once, something you were terrified of but craving at the same time. "May I have a word with you?" His voice didn't waver, there was a familiar confidence in it that nearly made you smile. 

"My Prince-" You say, looking back at him. "I apologize I am--" You stuttered as he moved closer to you. "My presence is needed in the kitchens." You say as he stands in front of you. He was taller, more mature, and intimidating. 

He ignores your previous statement. "I do not wish to scare you." He chuckles slightly. "I simply wish to talk to you, that is all I ask." 

You go over the options in your head, and you deduce that you would get in more trouble disobeying the Prince than if you were late to your duties. "Please make it quick, My Grace." 

Jacaerys takes your hands, they were soft and warm "We have missed you, me and my mother." He whispers. "We would like you back, with us on Dragonstone." 

Suddenly, his hands feel cold, so cold you pull away. You felt him reach out for you, but you backed away. "Jace...we aren't children anymore, I have duties." Where was this coming from, you thought. You were but a maid, why did you feel the need to defend your position here? It must be paranoia, feeling eyes on you, causing you to lose all sense of titles with him. Your voice was strained, distant, and you could see the discomfort of Jace's face as you moved further away from him. 

"So do I--" his voice raises slightly, but he calms before anyone could hear him "--my mother is with child, once this is all over she would like you to come with us." You don't respond, but you also don't move as he moves closer. "Please just, come discuss this with her, she would love to see you." Jace takes your hands once again, and for a second, you look down the hallway towards the kitchen and wonder if you should go, but the feeling of warmth radiating off Jace is too overwhelming. You find yourself looking back towards him, and you sigh. 

"Of course, my Prince." Jace smiles, linking your arm with his and pulling you in the opposite direction. For a moment, you hear the clanging of swords back towards the training grounds and you imagine Aemond's reactions to the sight of you linked arms with his nephew. The feeling of anxiety sinks into you as you the sounds eventually quiet and you're led towards a room designated to quests, guards were posted outside, not sparing you or the Prince a single glance. Jace knocked on the door, entering with you a few moments later. 

The room was open and spacious, the wind blowing in making the room cool and comfortable. But the only thing you could focus on was the Princess. She didn't notice you until Jace addressed her, her gaze softening when you looked at you. 

"(Y/n)..." She hummed and you shifted your gaze towards the ground. 

"Princess." You whisper, hearing her move towards you. She takes your hand and holds it, causing your eyes to move towards her. She smiled, and you felt your heart warm at the sight. It was nice, even though you knew it was disrespectful. 

"I have missed you so, I trust the Queen has been treating you well?" You nod, stuck silent. You were treated well by her Majesty, but deep down you missed the Princess and her care. Maybe it is because of her connections to your mother, a part of you wanted her back. She smiles, moving a hand to place it on her stomach. "Jace has spoken to you, I assume." You nod again, and you realize that Jace hasn't let go of your arm this entire time, almost like he was stuck right next to you. 

"--He explained to me your situation, Princess." You didn't know if those were the right words. "--But I do not think Her Majesty will permit my leaving to Dragonstone." You say, hoping she understood. Her face shifts at your words, becoming cold at the mention of the Queen. You wonder if you had done something wrong, feeling fear wash over you as the Princess backed away. You remained frozen, stuck to the side of the Prince. 

"I will have a word with my father, he--" The Princess speaks, but is interrupted by the door opening. You, along with Jace, turn towards the sound, eyeing the Queen in all her glory. You quickly address her, moving away from Jace, trying not to look at him as he reaches out for you. 

"My Queen." You say, embarrassment washing over you. "--My presence was requested by the Princess."

She doesn't respond, but you don't dare expect anything from her. "You are needed in the Kitchens, my dear, go." She says, her voice unwavering. You bow, towards her, Rhaenyra, and the Prince, not wasting a second before leaving. 

You don't wish to hear what they speak about, you don't want to imagine it. All you really know is that you feel tired, exhausted even, and cold. 

You were ordered to stay late and clean the kitchen as punishment for avoiding your duties. The kitchen was cold at night, a stark contrast to the warmth in the morning. The smell of wine and bread was a nice comfort as you scrubbed the floors, a part of you wondering if you should sneak something for all of your work. 

"Sweet maid, what are you doing up?" You look up to see the face of Aemond staring down on you. You place the sponge in the bucket near you, standing up to meet him. 

"I could ask you the same thing, My Prince." You say, watching him smile. 

"Is this your punishment for mingling with my nephew?" You nearly choked, surprised that he knew. Truthfully, it wasn't that shocking, him and his mother were close, she would've told him. That didn't make it any less embarrassing. 

"I apologize, My Prince--"

"It's always "My Prince" with me." He moved closer, to close, causing you to back away. He follows. "You call him by his name, not me." You hit a counter, hearing Aemond hit the bucket, the water splashing on the floor, his eyes still locked on you. "Why is that?" He asks as he stops in front of you. 

"I-I've known him as a child." 

"You knew me, longer than you knew him." You feel his breath on your face. "But you treat me like a stranger, sweet maid." 

You look away from him, "the Queen would not permit that behavior, My Prince." 

"The Queen is not here." He speaks, cupping your chin to look at him. "Try it." 

You remain silent, his hold becomes tighter. "Say my name." 

You wait, his hold moves towards your neck, and he squeezes. "Go on." 

You can't breathe, you doubt you could speak, but you squeak out his name. He looks satisfied, finally releasing you as you gasp for air. You fall to the floor, clothes becoming soaked in water from the cleaning bucket. You wondered if he'd comfort you, if he wanted to comfort you, but as he leaves, the thought leaves your mind. You don't cry, you don't call out for him, you just feel empty. 

Aemond was a man who wanted intimacy, that you knew. He wanted you to watch him train, watch him fly that mighty dragon of his. But he did not know how to reciprocate. He was never shown love, real love, but he craved it desperately, that you knew. He wants to be acknowledged by you, he wanted to be the only man in your life, but he wasn't able to provide you with that same intimacy. He wasn't soft, he wasn't thoughtful, he wasn't warm, but you knew a part of him wanted to be, that you knew. It almost made you feel bad for him, if it wasn't for his behavior.

You finish cleaning and make your way back towards the sleeping quarters, your eyes locked to the ground. You felt the bruise on your neck swell, causing you to hug yourself, hand gripping your forearm tight. 

You find yourself stopped in front of the same window, looking out onto the night. It was dark, quiet, but peaceful, comforting was the word. Your hand gravitates towards your neck, hissing at the slightest touch. "(Y/n)" someone calls your name, you cover the bruise the best you could. 

It was Jace, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. "Are you well?" You nod, looking back toward the window. 

"Yes--I'm just distracted." You respond as he moves towards you. 

He stands close to you, moving your hand away from your neck. His jaw tightens as he looks at you. "What happened?" He asks, touching your neck carefully. 

"It's nothing, don't worry yourself, My Prince." He moves his hand away from your neck. 

"I always worry about you, ever since we left here." He whispers. 

You smile slightly, "that is a long time to worry about me." He smiles as well. The air was playful, nice, it made you forget about the pain of the bruise for a while. 

The atmosphere changes when you move away from him, the playfulness is gone. He's stern, intimidating, cold. "My mother has spoken with Her Majesty, you will come with us after all this is over." He spoke, there was no room for argument. 

You mind flashes with memories Aemond, his hand around your neck, "Jace--My Prince I can't--" 

"You can, and you will." He says. "My mother, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms demands it of you." Your heart sinks, you feel like you're trapped, so you look back toward the window. The sky is beautiful, the stars so far away but so alluring. 

You're ripped away from the window once more, Jace forcing you to look at him, his hands were warm, like dragon fire, but you felt like you were melting. "Things can be good again, I promise." He whispers to you, the light of the moon reflecting off his face. "I will treat you well, like back when we were children." He smiles, but you don't recognize it. 

You fear for tomorrow, when Rhaenyra is put on trial. You fear for Lucerys, and what might happen to him. But most of all, you fear for yourself, completely consumed by Dragon fire, trapped in a cage and melting. How long will it be before there is nothing left of you, you wonder. 

You breathe, looking out the window once more, this time towards the city, far away but so alluring. You look back at Jace and for a second, your mind flashes with memories of your mother, her red hot face as she pulls you away from your friend. Her disappointment as she watches you cry yourself asleep was the last thing you saw of her, you wonder what she thought of you now, you wonder if she was still disappointed in you.

"Yes, My Prince."

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A/n: Wow, something that isn't a Drabble, who would've thought. Hope you enjoyed it. I feel like I didn't get enough Alicent and Rhaenyra stuff so sorry about that.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere hotd #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd #yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon

[nobody-zero3000]

Yandere Batfamily x Amidala! Reader

Inspired by the Yandere Damian Wayne x Alien Leader reader by your-regular-toast-enjoyer. But also because I like Padme Amidala and Star Wars. I want to use the Gotham Knights video game version of the Batboys, Batgirl, and Batman. Since Damian Wayne is not in there, I was thinking about Damian Wayne from the Injustice 2 video game but older. I'm going to change and add a few things from the Star Wars Universe and add a few new things to Amidala's character.

Warning: yandere, age-gap.

Earth heroes have encountered a different galactic system not far from Earth's solar system. The Justice League has made contact with a planet that's part of the galactic government system, also known as the Intergalactic United Republic, and has agreed to send someone to the planet to at least show that Earth and the Justice League offer peace.

In the watch tower, the heroes are having a meeting about who should go on this diplomatic mission. Some voted for Green Lantern, Martin Manhunter, or Superman, but the results show that the best candidate for this mission would be Batman.

Martian Manhunter was a bit disappointed because he had heard about her reputation through some holo-nets and was eager to meet her. As well as introduce her to his niece, Miss Martian since she is a fan of her work.

"Then it is settled: Batman shall be the one to go on this diplomatic mission and talk with the queen." Wonder Woman had declared.

The meeting is adjourned. Batman boomtubes back to Earth to discuss details with the rest of the Batfamily.

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In the Batcave, Bruce calls in Robin, Red Robin, Nightwing, Batgirl, and Red Hood.

"As you all know, I summoned you here for an important reason. I have been chosen to lead a diplomatic mission for a planet called Naboo. But I'm not planning on going alone." Bruce pulls up pictures of the planet.

"This mission has to be taken seriously and delicately. Any hostile behavior will endanger Earth along with millions of civilians. Do not show any violent or hostile behavior, and do not engage or cause any conflict that may lead to dangerous consequences. Do I make myself clear?" Giving them a stern, firm glare to each of them, especially Damian and Jason.

Jason shrugged. "Got it. No violence unless they start it first, then we consider violence."

Bruce narrows his eyes at him.

Jason puts his hands up in mocking surrender. "What? I'm kidding. No violence, don't cause trouble got it."

Tim looks at the Bat computer screen, looking through the information. He looks over to Bruce and asks, "Question. Do you have any information on the ruler of this planet? Any photos of what they look like."

Bruce pulls up photos, "These photos were taken at the Watchtower when we made contact with the planet. We are still looking into other information from J'onn and Hal's research."

It shows a female, (Y/H/C), (Y/E/C), and the areas where white makeup is not covering are your hands, which are (Y/S/C). She was sitting on a throne, dressed in royal clothes and wearing white makeup with red dots on both cheeks. She stood straight and had a blank look. But her eyes showed kindness, patience, and seriousness.

The boys and girl are taken aback by how young the female is. They were expecting someone much older. Not just that, but how beautiful you were. It was like looking at an angel. If someone were to ask about the definition of an angel, they would show them a photo of you. But for some reason, if they had a photo of you, they would not want to share it with someone else; they want to keep you to themselves.

For Bruce, it took a lot of strength and restraint to not laugh at their expression and keep a straight face. He couldn't blame them. When he first saw you, he was shocked not only to find out that someone as young as you would be ruling a planet but also by your beauty. He has seen a lot of beautiful women (Selena, Talia, Diana, Lois, etc.), but you pretty much outmatched them all as well as caught his attention and kept a hold on it.

Snapping out of it, he puts away the photo, much to the family's displeasure.

"So that's who we're all going to meet. If I had known that, I would've been more 'ready to go' for this mission." Dick grins and crosses his arms.

"She's really beautiful, and she must be very smart to rule the planet by herself," Tim said, blushing and smiling.

"Is there any more information on her?" Barbara is very curious about this young woman.

Damian finally asks, "When do we leave for this mission? Most of all, who will be watching the city while we are gone?" At this moment, he doesn't care if they leave the city unguarded, as long as they leave soon. He is curious about this alien leader.

"While we're gone, I managed to get some League members to watch the city, as well as other independent heroes to keep an eye on the crime rate. Now that is settled, all of you pack your bags. We'll be leaving in 2 hours.

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The Batfamily boomtubes to the Watch Tower, and from there, they enter the Javelin spacecraft (which upgraded to travel at a speed of light thanks to Hal, other Green Lanterns, and Cyborg). Once they are settled in the ship, Batman sets the coordinates for the planet Naboo, and on they go.

"Coordinates for Naboo are locked. Prepare yourselves for light speed." Everyone is strapped in. Soon the ship takes off.

After the ship comes to a stop, everyone, besides Batman who is used to space travel by now, groans from the lightspeed, some felt either really tired or sick.

Red Hood groans and hunches over. "I'm starting to regret eating that Bacon Ultra-belly combo."

"You should wait afterward, Todd. We were going to travel through space at a fast rate. What did you expect, imbecile?"

"Shut it, demon-spawn."

"Alright, that's enough, you two. We're here that's all that matters." Nightwing lightly scolded them.

Batgirl decides to get into the conversation. "Besides, what did Batman say about bad behavior."

Red Robin includes, "What part of no hostile or violent behavior are you two not getting here?"

They all start to bicker until Bruce switches to autopilot. Turns the seat around to face them. "Enough" in a firm and stern voice. Narrowing his eyes gives them his famous Batman glare.

The bickering stops, and they turn their attention to him.

"Let me make myself clear, be on your best behavior and do not start trouble. Once we land, stay close by my side. Do you understand?"

Red Robin, Nightwing, and Batgirl nod their heads. After a few moments, Red Hood and Robin show they understand by nodding their heads, too.

Batman turns back to the front window and starts to move the ship toward the planet.

Realization starts to overcome the bat family members, and they all look to the front to see the planet.

Tim and Barbara had excited expressions since they were about to visit a different planet and would meet the ruler soon. While Dick, Jason, and Damian were shocked to see the planet and about the possibility that they were about to go to a different planet.

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A guard's com beeps, he answers, and a few words are exchanged. He nods and turns to the queen.

"Your Highness, the Earth's ambassador, has arrived and is now entering our planet."

"Very well, prepare refreshments and send starfighters to guide the ship to one of the land platforms."

"Yes, Your Highness." The guard leaves.

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As the Javelin enters Naboo, they are encountered by starfighters.

Batman presses a button that allows him to speak to the Starfighters. "This is Batman, Ambassador of Earth."

"Batman, this is Captain Olie; we are ordered by Queen Amidala to escort you to Theed Royal Palace. You can just follow us."

The starfighters fly ahead but not far from the Javelin. Batman starts to follow them.

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As they fly to the palace, all of them look out their windows to look at the new environment. Tim and Barbara show excited and awe expressions. Jason and Dick are in awe too. And Damian, even though he tried not to show it, thought the planet was beautiful too and a bit excited to experience a new environment, a new planet!

Bruce had to admit it was beautiful, and it looked peaceful.

Once landing in a near landing platform, they exit the ship wearing their superhero suits. As they exit the Javelin, a handmaiden and two guards walk toward them.

"Sir Batman, Ambassador of Earth, I am here to escort you to the throne room to meet with Queen Amidala." She gestures for them to follow her.

The other bat members give each other glances. Batman just starts to walk with her as the others follow him.

They reach the throne room, and the guards open the doors for the guests. (Pretend there are more chairs.)

On the throne sat the queen of Naboo. On both sides beside her are two handmaidens in their own seats. On her left is Captain Typho.

The batboys and batgirl look at the queen in complete awe. Batman just gives a neutral expression, but on the inside, he feels different.

'She is even more beautiful in person.'

"Batman, Welcome to Naboo. I hope you managed to travel here safely with no complications."

"Queen Amidala. Thank you for inviting us to your planet and agree to meet with us."

"The Council of Naboo, Chancellor Valorum, and I have discussed and created a peace treat, but I would like to discuss it more with you."

A servant brings in a tray of refreshments. (Y/N) notices the other masked heroes.

"I see that you have brought company with you. Would all care to introduce yourselves, please?"

The others glance at each other, finally, Robin decides to introduce himself.

"Robin, I aide Batman on his missions and patrols around Gotham City. It's a great pleasure to meet you, Queen Amidala."

She nods in his direction before looking at the person next to him.

"Nightwing, protector of Bludhaven, former leader of the Teen Titans. It's very nice to meet you." He offers her a kind smile.

She nods her head and gives a small smile back, but gives a curious look. "What is a Teen Titan?"

Then shifts her gaze to the female hero.

"Batgirl, formerly known as Oracle. Thank you for inviting us here. You have a beautiful home planet!"

She gave Batgirl a grateful smile, "Thank you." Then she looked at the other male hero; he looked a bit younger than her, maybe around her age.

He shyly waves to her, "Hi, Red Robin. I also help Batman, as well as the other bat family members. Y-you have a really lovely home, you're beautiful, I-I-I mean your home is beautiful. Not saying that you're not beautiful because you are." He continues to stutter.

Robin rolls his eyes. "Smooth, Drake. Very subtle."

Queen Amidala just looks a little amused and tries not to laugh. She offers a smile and raises her hand to him, which gets to him stop. "It's alright, Red Robin. I understand, and thank you. You flattered me."

Red Robin opens his mouth but closes it and blushes.

She then looks to the last hero. He's physically well-built and has his arms crossed. She notices the blasters strapped to both sides of his legs.

"Name's Red Hood, vigilante of Gotham. And I got to say, you are way more hot in person compared to the photo that was sent to us." He complimented with a hidden smirk and gave a noticeable wink in your direction.

The handmaidens give a soft offend gasp and Captain Typho stiffens and clenches his fists.

Queen Amidala, however, is thankful the makeup covers her blush. She gave a confused look, but there was a fluttering feeling in her chest. She snaps back to reality and fixes her face into a neutral expression.

"Thank you, Red Hood. As much as I am flattered by your...compliment, we should probably go into the discussion about the treaty."

Batman, after sending a scolding glare to Red Hood (who does not show any regret about what happened but instead smugly looks to the other bat heroes who are glaring at him), looks to the queen.

"I agree; I do have a few questions and concerns."

"Of course, let us begin."

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After discussing and reviewing the treaty, it was dusk. The Queen had adjourned the meeting and would talk with the Council of Naboo and Senator of Naboo tomorrow about the treat.

"I'll have some servants show you to your rooms that you will be staying in for a while. Once you have settled in, I'll have a couple of my handmaidens come to escort you to the dining room for dinner."

"Thank you, Queen Amidala." Batman gives a small bow.

Six servants show up in the throne room. Each of them escorts the heroes to the royal guest rooms. Bruce, Tim, and Barbara are neighbors; across from them are Dick, Damian, and Jason. All get comfortable with their room.

Near evening, two handmaidens come to each of their rooms to take them to the dining room, where the Queen is sitting at the end of the table waiting for them.

On the table are plates of food that seem questionable to the Batboys and Batgirls since this is their first time trying alien food. Bruce doesn't show it but even he seems to question the food but is curious to at least try some.

"Welcome, come every one, sit down. Enjoy the food."

Thinking for a moment, (Y/N) wonders if she should help them with which food is the best. After all, it is probably their first time trying food that was outside their planet.

"I would recommend the Shaak pot roast or the tip-yip but if any of you do not eat meat then I would try the Xizor salad or Aquaris Broth. Please let us know if you have any questions on the other food items."

The Batfamily sends appreciative looks toward her and starts to dish out. The servants that were about to dish out plates for them stop as they see this. They look to the queen, their expression partially asking, "What do we do?"

The queen just smiles and waves a hand to them. "It's alright. Let them dish out by themselves. It's getting late; why don't you all grab a plate and then retire for tonight or head back home to your families."

The servants smile at the queen and bow to her while both say. "Thank you, your highness."

The servants sit down and start to dish out as well.

There are different emotions running through the bat family. For all of them, there's admiration. For a few, there's surprise, confusion, and approval.

One who was most confused was Damian. It wasn't normal for the young adult to see a royal figure treating their servants like they were their equals.

His taught by his grandfather and mother that as royal figures, they are superior and therefore do not see non-royal figures, servants to be exact, as their equals.

But the more he thought of it, the more he started to admire the young ruler. This action showed that she was kind, generous, and fair. It made her even more beautiful.

They just eat their food for a while until one of the heroes decides to ask a couple of questions.

"So, what is it like being a queen? And how did you get the throne early? It just...you seem rather young...not that is a bad thing, but wouldn't your parents still be the ones running the throne?" Red Robin had asked.

Red Hood was about to scold him for asking those questions in the middle of dinner but stopped because he was curious, too. He wanted to know more about his sweetheart, about her.

The other masked vigilantes were curious as well.

(Y/N) stop mid-bite and set her spoon down in the bowl.

"Being queen can have hardships, but it can also be rewarding. I serve my people, and I do what is best for them. I've got to meet many different people and make connections and friendships with a few of them. As for how I got the throne, I wasn't born of royalty blood but rather I was elected by the people of Naboo. As for my parents, my father is an excellent builder, educator, and relief worker, while my mother voluntarily works in a variety of social services roles helping the underprivileged. I would sometimes go with my father to his relief missions to aid other people on different planets. It's what encouraged me to pursue this role."

Tim listens closely and pays full attention to her. He's actually surprised but amazed about her being elected for this role.

"Wow!...you must be very intelligent to have gotten such a role. It's amazing, and from the sound of it, you like to serve. Where did you go to school? Is there a specific school you have to go to? Different programs? It's amazing some your age could do this! I mean of course, I'm around you as well,...possibly. I mean I not old..not that I'm saying your old! Because you're not. You are young. Look young. B-beautiful, k-kind, and generous, and fair, amazing.

"Calm down there, Red Robin. I think she gets the point." Nightwing said.

"Stop. You're embarrassing yourself and us, for that matter." Robin said to him in a blank and annoyed tone.

(Y/N) just looks on in amusement and covers her mouth a little with her right hand but cannot control the small giggle that escapes past her lips. Even her servants find this amusing but manage to keep themselves from laughing at this event happening before them.

The Batmembers stop talking and freeze as they listen to her laugh. They thought it was a very nice laugh and couldn't help but smile. (Bruce and Damian gave small smiles, of course. But it is still a smile.)

Once (Y/N) got control of herself, she stopped giggling but still had a content smile on her face. She actually felt grateful for the young hero, it's been a while since she had even laughed.

"Thank you, Red Robin. You still continue to flatter me, and it's been a while since I laughed. You are one of a kind."

Red Robin couldn't stop the large grin growing on his face. He ducked his head and looked away, trying to hide his blushed face.

Unnoticed by the young queen, Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin try but fail to hide their envious expressions. While both Batgirl and Batman look a bit amused but also a bit jealous.

"Who does he think he is, making my beloved laugh like that?"

"I could have found a way to make her laugh. I have great charm, too."

"I compliment her and get a negative reaction. But when he does it, they find it amusing and harmless. Back off, Tim."

"She has an adorable laugh. But, ugh!...serious, how does Tim do it?"

Bruce did feel a bit jealous, but he can be patient. He just needs to find the right time and place.

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[sagesskies]

just played Binary Star Hero, loved it, amazing, chefs kiss, Hals can take my heart and soul. Love them sooo much.

And an idea just struck me: Awkward Yandere Hero who is also your ex, meanwhile you're the guy who manages his tech.

The guys running the agency wanted him to be presented as the perfect, ideal man, and in this heteronormative world, the ideal man was straight, so they had him start dating another superhero. You got that, you could handle that, but what pissed you off was that he couldn't at least fight for your relationship when the higher-ups wanted him breaking up with you.

so you take the initiative, and don't let him keep beating around the bush, and break things off first. Good riddance honestly, what need do you have of a man who wasn't even willing to fight for you?

You keep working for the same agency, managing their tech, fixing it up after any errors, making sure everything runs in tip, top shape. But you refuse to do anything for him, no. They can get somebody else to do that.

everytime you two speak, it's always tense. him, the 'strong' 'virile' and 'masculine' hero practically cowering before you, the glorified tech support.

"Uh, h-hey [Name]!"

"... Helios."

"How... how are you?"

"I'm fine. What do you want?"

"Uh. To talk?"

"... Leave."

"I just want to chat-"

"Now."

"Okay. Goodbye. Take care. Love you- I mean, uhhhh, t-take care- Wait shit I already said that- Uh. Uh. Bye!"

Your colleagues tell you to pity him more, he had no choice you know? The agency paid his bills, they gave him a job, they were the reason why he wasn't taken to the government testing labs and made a labrat like all the other non-hero superpowered humans. So he was in no position to say no to their demands.

So were you supposed to pity him? To constantly let him do whatever he wanted? Let him miss all the dates, the dinners, to focus more on work than your relationship? Were you supposed to pity him when he didn't bother to explain himself when pictures were released of him going into a hotel room with some model? To let it slide without a single explanation?

You have too much respect for yourself.

When you try to hit the dating scene again, to be able to fully solidify that you are truly moving on from your ex... but for some reason, said ex always ruins everything?!

every single place you take your dates, it's suddenly infested with your ex's fanclub as hundreds of people all clamor around, disrupting others as they all try to at least look at the famed hero Helios who was reported to have been sighted, just your luck, in your general area!

and not to mention, what happens when he decides to approach you in public, while your on a date, and the other guy just so happens to be a big fan of his and all of a sudden you're just tossed aside as your date gets his fucking forehead signed by your ex.

and still, still, he has the audacity to try to strike up a conversation with you.

"Hey, [Name]!" Helios- No, Hollis, greets you cheerfully.

You don't bother to respond, focusing on fixing the dents in Liquid Steel's metal suit. Slamming the hammer down on the outward dents, grunting when you accidentally move the dent inward and use the dolly to fix it.

Hollis, hesitantly, comes closer to you. Despite the fact that you were holding a hammer, he wasn't afraid. You know that he's sturdy and durable, more than other supers, but he is still flesh and bone. If you caught him off guard...

"So, uh, since the other mechanics are a bit busy... I was wondering, could you-"

"I won't, Helios," You glare at him, "Just wait for one of them to come back or something."

Hollis chuckles awkwardly, "Ah, well, I'll actually be needing it fixed soon," His eyes wander around your workspace, before going back to focus on you, eyes a brilliant gold, "I'm... gonna be sent on a mission."

You recall when he'd miss your anniversary dinner, and told you he had to be called out for an emergency extraction. He was fidgeting the entire time, hand rubbing at his neck where you saw lipstick stains that he was doing a shit job at hiding.

Looking at him now, you can tell he's lying the same way he was back then. But for different reasons now.

"No." You say with finality.

"But-"

You drop your hammer, and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Pulling him closer till your foreheads were pressed against each other. His eyes widen, and he gulps.

"I said no," You snarled, spit flying against his face, "Why can't you fucking get that into your thick skull, hm?"

Your hands grasp tighter onto the fabric of his shirt, nearly tearing it off, "You've been a right fucking creep, yknow?" You give him a cruel, crooked grin, "I know what you're doing- You've been fucking stalking me, haven't you?"

"[Name], I-"

Maybe it's the stress from work, the breakup, the failed dates, Hollis himself, his mere presence being enough to tip you over the edge. Whatever it is, you snap.

"Shut up!" You scream at Hollis, "I hate you- I hate you so, so, so much!"

More than you hated Hollis, you hated the situation. It's more than just sabotaging your love life, and always bothering you with his awkward small talk, you wished he started trying before you ended it. You wished it didn't take you leaving for him to beg for you to come back.

You feel like the gear that you're in charge of fixing. Some heroes take care of theirs like it's their baby, always careful, but never getting enough work done because of it. Some are able to tolerate it getting damaged, and do their duty. But some? Some are willing to let it suffer intense damage, nearly become irreparable, all for the sake of their job.

Hollis is like that, you think. He let your relationship decay, rot, and fester, till it became nothing more than a shell of what it used to be. But you were too tired to fix it. Why bother anyway? You were old news, software that needed to be updated. So like any person with common sense, Hollis got an update.

Your face grows warm, you think it is from the shame for your outburst, before you realize it is also wet, and that you are actually crying. You don't want to, but you slump against his chest, and bury your face into the warmth of his shirt.

You beat weakly at his chests, "I hate you... I hate you Hollis." You sob.

Hollis shifts, you think he's about to pry you off, but then you sense a familiar presence over your back, and then a hesitant, but comforting hand is rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"It's... It's okay [Name]," His voice is shaky, and you think he's crying too, "No matter how much you hate me, I'll always love you."

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