Not So Alone (Teen Titans x Reader)
Part 1 of 2 [Part 2 is now up! ♥]
Request: “Imagine waking up with them in your bed, and not knowing exactly when they got there. (Teen Titans?)”
A/N: Hey, hey, hey! I hope you enjoy it! I’ve been watching a bunch of old Teen Titans episodes lately (that beautiful, timeless 2003 version), and got a bit nostalgic. Then this happened once I saw that request. So, I decided to incorporate all of the Titans in this one :)
(BTW the next imagine I’m working on is a Young Justice!Dick Grayson x reader. Look for it soon!)
Warnings: Swearing. I think that’s about it. Anyway, I tried my best to make it all fluffy, but I apologize if any of the characters seem a little out of character.
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You think you might be in some sort of afterlife.
An ethereal morning light is already cutting through the blinds on the windows, glowing, rigid slices of light that fall across the room in ladder like patterns, and flashes of warm sunlight pressing gently over the lids of your eyes like a kiss.
It’s enough to stir you awake, and as you’re dragged back to awareness you register the sudden shock of nausea first. Nope still alive. The afterlife wouldn’t be this shitty. It feels like you’d been hit by a tank and thrown 100 feet into the air, only to be reacquainted with the painful principles of gravity. Which wasn’t too far from the truth with what you could slowly begin to piece together from the day before.
Aliens. Not so friendly aliens from way out of town. No, forget that. Big, not so friendly aliens with a streak of violence—like sumo wrestlers on steroids. Flying motorcycles, sentient, scaly lizard tails (more like dragon tails) that seemed to have a mind of their own and pack a wallop like a fly hitting the window of a moving train, and burning hot lasers that you distinctly remember avoiding at all costs. Especially when they seared right through the sturdy brick of a building with ease.
Then it was getting distracted, for one stupid second, by a civilian making a run for it across the street. Long enough for one of those tails to crash against the back of your head and make the world tip upside down in your vision—a wave of blinding pain, a faraway chorus of yells, and nothing but the whooshing of blood in your ears—before it drags you right up into hell. That’s one of the last things you remember, before the fall.
Thou art an unforgiving mistress.
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