Miscommunication: I told you the appointment was at 7, and you thought I meant 7am when I actually meant pm.
Misunderstanding: I said the appointment was at 7 and check-in is half an hour early, meaning I had to be there at 6:30, but you thought I meant that the appointment was at 7:30 and I had to be there at 7.
Obfuscation: I said that I have appointments at 4, 7 and 9 today and then a handful more tomorrow, nothing is too important, no worries.
Lack of Communication: I won't tell you when the appointment is, if I've even told you there's an appointment at all.
Lie: I said that the appointment was at 5.
Gaslighting: What do you mean I told you the appointment was at 5? it was always at 7. I definitely never told you 5. You've been getting confused about a lot of things like this lately, are you sure you're okay? Maybe you need more sleep, or you should consider seeing a doctor. I'm worried about you.
You know that video of that girl finding Omega-3 vitamins in her boyfriend's bathroom and she makes a joke about her boyfriend being a Omega and he might go into heat because he missed his suppressants or something?
I need that for Dead Tired but a little different.
Like Tim sees the vitamin bottles when he is really, really, really tired so Danny, his boyfriend who he knows fled from another dimension, being an Omega and his dimension having been an Omegaverse world makes perfect sense to him. Especially when coupled with the fact that Danny seemingly vanishes consistently for almost a week every month, he has a very sensitive nose, he can purr, he always smells pleasantly sweet, he likes giving Tim things that are vary obviously marks of possession(like Danny's shirts or hoodies), and Danny likes leaving a lot of hickeys and kiss marks around Tim's neck.
Fully certain in his thought process, Tim sets out to read as many Omegaverse stories as he can, because while hes vaguely aware of it due to a case he solved(don't ask), he's not very knowledgeable outside of the basics, but he'll be damned if he doesn't study up and learn everything there is so he can help Danny in any situation!
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Except; they're just normal Omega-3 vitamins, Danny goes for tea in the realms regularly once a month but one day in the Realms is just shy of 5 days for this version of the Living world, Danny's always had a really good sense of Smell and it became better after becoming a halfa, Danny's core buzzes when hes happy/content and it sounds like purring, Danny wears a special perfume so he doesn't smell like ectoplasm and can't be tracked by the LoA who are kinda after him because he(Phantom) got rid of their Lazarus pits, Danny's just really possessive its partly a ghost thing but mostly just a Danny thing, and finally; Danny just likes marking Tim up. Danny isn't an Omega, he doesn't even know what that is, much less what the Omegaverse is.
Danny hadn’t expected that defeating Pariah Dark would make him the ghost king, and give him a truckload of paperwork. If he had known, he would’ve let Vlad fight him. He despised paperwork with a passion. So, when the Justice League summoned him asking for help, he made it clear he would as long as three of their members would assist him with a task. Admittedly, he had been in his big scary king form so there may have been some slight confusion.
Batman surveyed the room full of paperwork, the teenager who looked like he was about to cry, and back to Martian Manhunter and Wonderwoman. Then, he sat down and started sorting through the paperwork.
Still waiting for the Pretty Alpha and plain omega but your health comes first. Get well soon dear author! 🙇
Danny opens his eyes at five in the morning. He almost rolls out of bed to start working on his dough, but then he remembers he closed down his shop. He doesn't have to make donuts anymore, but it's hard to remember sometimes when his body wakes up on its own like this.
An overwhelming sense of drowsiness hits him then, and Danny wants nothing more than to close his eyes and go back to sleep. He really does, but he can't find a comfortable position, not on his back like this.
He wants to roll onto his stomach- that's how he always sleeps- but that would be impossible in his current condition. As if sensing that Danny is thinking about him, the baby moves, pressing on his bladder. He groans, one hand on his stomach, as the baby suddenly develops an interest in kickboxing based on how fast he's kicking and shifting.
"Alright. Alright" Danny grumbles, shifting until he is at the edge of his bed. He slips on his slippers, smiling a little when they let out a squeak. They're not his, but rather something he stole from Susie. She had a fondness for anything funny-shaped, so she had to pick the only slippers that looked like rubber ducks and squeaked like them, too, when they went shopping.
Danny had a fondness for stealing items from those he loved. He liked building a nest that wasn't the average kind, because Danny hated being surrounded, so instead, his room was his entire nest. Every inch was covered in fluffy items and comfortable materials, and it carried the scent of someone he loved. He always replaced what he stole, so no one ever got mad. He thinks it helped that he was a pregnant omega, which made it seem like he wanted to build a nest, a necessity.
His parents were happy to come over with blankets and even his mom's favorite sofa couch, the large one he used to snuggle into when he first presented. Jazz brought over pillows, including her most trusted striped teal-and-white body pillow, and her favorite soft pair of pajamas that Danny wore for the first few months of his pregnancy.
Tucker sent over teddy bears he collected throughout his life. Unlike Dash, who was ashamed of them, Tucker proudly displayed his collection in the room, then at home after he moved out, always looking for ones dressed in funny outfits or customized for whatever event he wanted. Sam went out of her way to purchase him new furniture, replacing all the metal pieces Danny originally owned with a sweet, rosewood-smelling bedroom set.
It reminded him of her home near Yellowstone, where she was living her dream of studying botany while Tucker was on the other side of the country working with NASA. Shockingly enough, Danny wasn't as jealous as he thought he would be when Tucker told him. He was so happy with his donut shop and his independence by the warm coast that he couldn't find any reason to be jealous.
And now that was all gone.
The baby kicks hard on his bladder, making Danny wince. "Yeah, I know. I need to go to the bathroom."
He opens the door to his bedroom, walking by Susie, who is already dressed for her shift at a local cafe. She was the one keeping them afloat financially after the money his parents and Sam had lent him ran out. "Morning, Danny!"
"Morning." He mutters, rubbing at his eyes. He wobbles a little towards the last door of thier small apartment. It's a two-bedroom, one-bathroom, but it's smaller than his old home above his donut shop.
"I'm going to an interview later today for that secretary position at Disco Insurance," Susie calls over her shoulder while putting on her earrings. She always leaves them by the key bowl so she can use the hallway mirror to adjust the dangling gummy bears to face the right way. It's the part of a set her brother got her before he was murdered. "I'll pick up pizza on the way back!"
"Can you also get ice cream?" Danny yells back right.
"You got it!"
Danny smiles at her cheerful twirl that she does just as she finishes putting in her gummy bears. She matched them to the green stones she has on the curve of her ear.
"Have a good day!"
"You too!" She sings before slipping out the door.
"Yeah." Danny mutters, "Yeah, I'll have a wonderful day. Just being here."
He slips into the bathroom, doing his business so the baby can stop trying to make him explode. Once he's done, Danny washes his hands, then splashes cold water on his face. He tries to smile at his reflection, but it falls flat.
Suddenly, tears well in his eyes as sadness so strong ran through his entire body. He's sobbing while leaning against the sink, pressing a hand against his mouth to muffle his cries even if he's the only one home.
The baby chooses that moment to move, shifting so he's on the lower side of Danny's left, and it makes no sense; it's not even the right motion, but somehow he gets the feeling his baby is hugging him. Danny laughs, drying his eyes as he places a hand over his stomach. "Yeah, sweeite, I'm okay. Papa is okay. I'm so excited to have you here."
He looks at his reflection again, and instead of seeing the man who lost his dream, on the run from an alpha that might kill him in order to silence him, and now working from home by answering the chat of a countrywide shipping company, he sees a father who gave everything up so his child could have a future.
"Almost." He tells his belly. "Only two more months and you're here. We're all so excited to meet you."
His baby bumps his hand, and Danny smiles warmly, "I'm the most excited"
"Wow, you have such a beautiful omega! He's going to be a real heartbreaker," Danny's smile strains as the woman coos at his son. The toddler wasn't paying attention to the adults, far too focused on rolling his toy car on his stroller table and drinking his juice.
"He hasn't presented yet," Danny manages to say, hoping his tone wasn't as tense as he felt. "Kids don't present until they're ten or tweleve"
"Oh, but we already know what he is." She dismisses, and Danny wants nothing more than to punch her in the face.
"No. We do not." He grabs the handles from the strollers, yanking his kid back and away from her. She's a beta, but Danny is the last person to judge someone based on how they behave due to presentations. He walks away from her as fast as he can, anger and slight disgust pooling in his stomach, ignoring her offended huff.
"Slide. Slide. Slide" Sammy- his son named after Susie's late brother- demanded the moment Danny speed walked the playground. He relaxes at his baby's voice and stops, just at the edge of the sandlot. His son is wiggling about, trying to slide out of his seat, and were it not for the seat belt, Danny is pretty sure the little bugger would have escaped already. Ever since he learned how to scrim and wiggle, putting the kid in a seat has been a nightmare. Sammy hated his car seat the most.
"One second and we can get you to the slide," Danny tells him as Sammy starts thrashing, little face scrumbling into a familiar pout that would lead to demonic screaming if left alone for too long. Not that anyone who didn't know Sammy would suspect a sound like that to come from such an angelic face.
His son is pretty, and that wasn't just his Omega pride talking.
Nine months in my womb making me suffer, Danny thinks, annoyed as Sammy's slightly wavy hair falls into his eyes, making his pout extra adorable. And you came out looking exactly like your father.
Sammy Fenton was a miniature version of Timothy Drake, and that was a problem Danny would one day have to deal with. Susie was right about that.
They couldn't be in hiding forever. Drake would find them, but he would have to learn to kill something that was already dead before they could have his son.
It's why the two had moved when Sammy was born. It was best to get away from the hospital that helped him with the delivery, and Susie found a new place in the southwest, somewhere nearly deserted. It was dry, it was windy, there was nothing to do in town, and they had to drive thirty minutes away before they could even do something as basic as grocery shopping.
And apparently, the people here were weird about his kid's presentation status despite it being a good decade before his secondary gender kicks in. The good news was that they would be moving again soon, just after Sammy turned five, to hopefully throw off any trail that Drake-Wayne may follow.
If all went well, that would be the last move, and despite not knowing where they were landing, Danny was going to finally reopen his donut shop. Susie finished her online degree, which meant she could no longer comfortably work from home, and as long as she was near Sammy, Danny didn't have to worry about babysitters. Plus, he had savings from selling his first shop and from paying back the loans his friends and family had given him.
"Slide! Slide!" Sammy giggles as Danny hosts him on top of it. He beams at his one-and-a-half-year-old.
"Again?" He asks even as the toddler wiggles around, already trying to go back up.
Danny steps back, admiring the new sign over his front. Susie, Sammy, and he had just finished setting up everything for thier grand opening, with the sign being the only thing missing.
It had been backordered for one reason or another, and Danny was afraid his grand opening would be ruined without it, but, miraculously, it arrived early that morning. The men who brought it were quick to install it, with Danny putting the finishing touches on his indoor tables.
Sammy was running around in a little apron, carrying a tiny tray of mini donut samples he was most excited to hand out once they opened. Susie was behind the register, ensuring everything was in the system to make checkout easy.
Nothing could go wrong today.
They had settled on a new coast, not as bright or as colorful as the first store, but this one could be their forever home. With five years between the lawsuit and now, there was little to no chance Drake-Wayne would find them.
"All set," One of the men calls down. An alpha who's been extremely helpful in getting everything done. He takes off his cap, tilting it towards Danny, and it's his experience in the southwest that lets Danny know this man has ranch manners.
He's sweet, but despite his manners, his rugged good looks, and the obvious interest he regards Danny with, the omega is not looking to date. It's not easy being a single omega father, let alone one who's run a business on his own; he just can't add relationships to that.
"Thank you! I have a tip for you and a box of free donuts," Danny chirps, acting like he doesn't notice the way the man's eyes gleam as he and his partner climb down the ladder. "It looks perfect."
Danny's Dazzling Donuts seems to glow despite the words not having any lights whatsoever. He's so busy admiring the letters that he misses the way the alpha lingers, attempting to make the job last longer until his partner forces them to leave.
Danny does feel it when the alpha sends him a sad puppy-eyed look from the van, but he still refuses to turn. He checks his watch, gleeful that it's time.
They would be opening late today, and only today, to give the locals a chance to try their donuts before battling it out with other early businesses. He found that the tactic worked great with his old shop and wanted to give it a chance here.
At ten am on the dot, Danny enters his store and clicks on the glowing open sign. He takes a moment to breathe in the sweet smell of fresh donuts of various flavors before starting behind his counter.
"Is it time, Daddy?" Sammy hops off the little stool he was sitting on. He picks up his tray and proudly displays mini donuts decorated like his favorite TV show. Danny and Sammy had gotten up early to work on them together. They look lovely for the blue and orange dogs they are based on.
"Sure is. Remember our deal?" Danny crouches down so he can look into his son's eyes comfortably. Sammy's wide blue eyes sparkle, and Danny is hit once more by how adorable his son is.
Sammy was the prettiest kid on the block, and that wasn't just omega pride talking. His boy made everyone aw when they saw him, which is why he would be the perfect hook.
"Don't move away from the door and don't follow strangers!" Sammy hops in place, jostling the samples. "Don't worry, Daddy! I know the rules!
"Okay, have fun," Danny tells him, watching his sweet heart twist on his heel to run as fast as his tiny legs could take him. He slips through the glass door, making the bell above jingle. He stands at attention by the door, swinging his tiny head for any bystanders he can offer his wares to.
Danny can see him through the door and the large windows, so he's not too worried, but he still makes sure to keep the little one in sight. Not even a second later, a man in a suit walks by, typing away on his phone, while hiding from the bright sun under a parasol.
Sammy's head snaps to him as he straightens out his back and likely puts on his strongest puppy dog eyes. His son realized he could get Susie, Danny, Jazz, and Jack to do whatever he wanted a while back and now uses them on any unsuspecting adult.
He took five steps away from the door in order to block the man's path, holding up his little tray. Danny smirks when the man doesn't seem to be able to resist taking on, nor does he seem able to pull his hand back when Sammy launches onto it and starts yanking him towards the shop.
The bell rings as his son manhandles the stronger inside with a cheerful "Welcome!"
Danny takes that as his cue to smile and stop leaning on the counter. "Welcome to Danny Dazzling Donuts-"
His words cut off in his throat when the parasol is tilted upwards, and he can see the face of the stranger. His heart drops from his chest to somewhere near his ankles. He hears Susie gasp in horror, while Sammy's excitement melts into confusion as he senses the change among the employees, but Danny can't find it in himself to reassure his child.
Not when he's staring at that face.
It's the same as his son's.
Timothy Drake-Wayne stares back at Danny in utter bewilderment, his hand still wrapped in his son's fingers. A bitter thought flies through Danny's otherwise stunned mind.
Haven't been able to be online in a bit and your request for flambert prompts is the first thing I'm seeing haha (also welcome to Florida, remember to wear sunscreen even if its overcast and to always bring an umbrella, we're starting to get into the time of year when it starts to storm every afternoon, also its the time of year when oranges taste the best so hit up some roadside stands if you're able).
Going to throw a shortened version of a prompt I posted on my blog a bit ago at you because I would love to see your take on it:
Due to some misunderstandings, Robert and Flambae both end up believing they've been dating for months and just didn't realize/don't remember after Robert ends up in the hospital (again).
Neither of them are willing to admit that they didn't know/don't remember they were dating out of fear of hurting thier boyfriend/wrecking a relationship they've only just became aware of (you know, since it didn't technically exist until like twenty minutes ago lol)
Waking up in a hospital is one of the sadly most familiar things to Robert after years in heroics. You'd think dispatching would be safer, but so far it's landed him in this exact emergency room bed about as frequently as piloting the mech did if one was to count time/occurrence correlation. What's a lot less familiar is having Flambae sprawled in a chair next to him, neck bent at an uncomfortable angle and soft snores breaking through.
Dr. Sandy, one of the ER doctors that knows him by name and has one of the most extensive knowledge on his history, is unsurprisingly there to check up on him within moments. Her greeting is tinted with exasperation and undercut with fondness, reserved for babies, idiots, and frequent flyers like Robert. Her eyes linger on Flambae and specifically on the flames decorating his suit.
"Robert. I see you're with us once again. And for once, you're not stabbed, gutted, shot, or exploded. Just minor contusions and sprains this time, and a small case of first degree burns", lists Dr. Sandy, fingers flying over the iPad in her hands. "Care to tell me what happened this time? Your partner flew you in like there was an army of demons chasing after the two of you. He refused to step away even during surgery, stayed in the corner and smoldered until we put him on some icepacks. Pretty sure he scared Student Doctor Carlos with how intense he was looking after you. It was sweet. Must be nice to have somebody that loving working with you".
Robert is pretty sure his brain crashes at her meandered ramblings. Flambae?? His loving partner?? Who stayed and made sure he was well taken care of?? The heart monitor hooked up to his hand goes crazy as Robert's heart rate skyrockets, the sharp noise snorting Flambae awake. The man shoots up, eyes immediately locking into Robert's wild ones and skids to the floor next to his bed. His hands press against the dispatcher's head, face, flutter around his shoulders as if assessing his condition for himself.
"Bobert!? You ok? Why is your heart so loud, are you in pain? Doctor? Is he alright?" Demands Flambae, eyes seeking the smiling woman like a missile and demanding answers.
Robert's brain really starts hurting before stalling on a thought that is as improbable as it is likely, considering the situation. Have they been dating the entire time? Was Robert's people skills that rusty that he missed when Flambae stopped treating him like an annoyance and started behaving like a boyfriend? Did he miss being asked out??
Flambae kept bringing him food at the office. He brought Robert a bed. He kept feeding Beef high-end kibble that was causing his dog to lose weight. Robert's wardrobe has never been fuller, stuffed now with designer shirts and pants that Flambae kept insisting he bought for himself but in the wrong size that was suspiciously perfect for Robert's own body. There was now a calendar with dates circled on it magnetized to his fridge. They went places together, with the team, but also just them. Robert helped Flambae with his car on the regular. He fell asleep on the warm man more times than he could count, soothed by his heat.
Holy shit, was Robert dense enough to not understand he was in a relationship?? He must have, because there was no way to interpret this and other things he thought of as anything else. And there was no way in hell he was letting Flambae... No. Chad. There was no way in hell he was letting Chad think he forgot or didn't know.
Reaching out, Robert snugged the end of Chad's ponytail and yanked.
"I'm fine, sweetheart. Just got banged up, you know this. Stop pestering Dr. Sandy, she's known me for a decade." Tries to reassure Robert. He is not prepared for wild eyes to turn towards him or for Chad's head to go up in a brief flame.
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Flambae flies Robert to a hospital after another fight goes sideways and stays with him. The only way they let him stay is claiming to be Robert's significant other, his boyfriend. It's surprisingly easy to list all of Robbo's information to the tech signing them in at the ER, faster still once she seems to recognize his dispatcher and calls for a gurney like an order at a diner, a cheery but serious 'Its for Robertson! Get bay 3 ready!' falling out of her mouth with a familiarity Flambae is not comfortable with. The techs and nurses here clearly know Robert, commenting on his state like it's old news, many greeting his unconscious body as it's wheeled past.
Hours pass and Flambae startles awake when the sound of the heart monitor gets suddenly so loud he can't ignore it. Robert looks stupified, and a little constipated, the sight of him sending Flambae into a tizzy. He didn't spend months shaping his Dispatcher into a functioning human being for the benefit of the team and his own caretaking instincts to just let an expression like this go. So, he worries, burying the doctor with questions, until a sharp tug on his hair sends him stumbling back and a phrase sends him spiraling.
'Sweetheart'. Robert is calling him sweetheart. Did he hear Flambae claim a relationship when he flew them in? Was he concussed? Confused? But the words were spoken so seriously!
Flambae frantically thinks back to their interactions over the past couple of months. Robert babysits his niece on the regular. Has fixed anything and everything in his and his sisters apartments. Keeps buying groceries for Flambae, insisting he helps with the budget for the lunches that Flambae is happy to make for the team. He keeps putting Flambae up on calls with high risk high reward outcomes. He keeps falling asleep on Flambae's shoulder on their movie nights. Movie nights... Has Robert been thinking they're dating this entire time?? Has Flambae led his pretty socially obvious dispatcher on? Shit, has he?
Sure, he's given Robbo a few clothes that arrived in a wrong size, and his old bed might as well have a home at Robert's sad little apartment than on the curve while Flambae upgraded. He is also so used to kissing Prism on the head after a successful mission that he's done so to Robert a few times automatically as well. And he supposed those things could have been misinterpreted as things a typically dating couple would do for each other... Shit.
He has been dating Robert. Or he made Robert think they've been dating. And now, the man is in a hospital, confused, and seeking comfort from his partner. From his boyfriend.
It's arguably not the worst way to ensure that he's allowed to stay and ensure that Robert has company while in this place. And they can always... Clear the air later? Set things straight? Break up, if it comes to it.
Flambae looks into slightly confused but determined brown eyes looking up at him and folds like a blanket.
Yeah. No. There won't be any breaking up happening anytime soon. Not when he's been handed the chance of a lifetime to lockdown the man he's been dreaming of for months now.
Three fingers find Robert's hand and squeeze.
"Let a man worry, Azizam. Not every day that a boyfriend has to drag his partner to the ER after a fight" he bites out, feeling the responsibility settle onto his shoulders. It feels comfortable. Feels right.
"No, I suppose not" softly responds Robert. His eyes look determined, but his lips are smiling.
Flambae squeezes harder, brings the hand to his lips and lands a kiss on the back of it.
Fake it till I make it flies through two heads, both idiots determined to make this work.
Dr. Sandy, a mild telepath, holds her laughter until after she's out of the room.
hii!! may i request on how mydei would react to reader getting cuteness agression over a chimera or a dromas? i saw the chrysos heir mbti thing and it's been on my mind for a while now😭
btw i love your work!!
“Even the Fierce Can Be Gentle”
Summary: A quiet afternoon in Okhema’s Garden of Life takes a chaotic turn when you stumble upon an irresistibly cute chimera — and make the fatal mistake of saying, “You’re so cute, I could eat you up.” Unfortunately, Mydei, the ever-literal and honor-bound Guardian of Amphoreus, overhears. Before you can explain it’s just an expression, the prince bolts across the garden with the creature in his arms, determined to save it from your “cannibalistic” intentions.
The Garden of Life hummed with the muted symphony of a city at peace. From the marble terraces above the Marmoreal Palace, you could see the faint shimmer of the Okhema's canals far below, the mist rising like threads of silver. The air here was always warm, always heavy with the scent of blooming lilies and dew-soaked leaves.
But that wasn’t what caught your attention today.
It was the sound—
a soft, wheezy little “Awoo.”
You turned.
There, wobbling out from beneath the flowering vines, was a chimera.
Compact, round, and impossibly fluffy, it looked like a creature sketched by a child’s dream—four stubby legs, a chubby body, and a tail that swished like a puff of cloud. Its eyes were enormous and bright, the kind of eyes that glowed with such pure innocence that your heart clenched painfully.
“Oh—oh my Titans,” you gasped, hands pressed to your face.
The creature blinked at you, tiny ears twitching, before letting out another delighted “Awoooo~” It trotted closer, the little spiraled horn on its head gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
Something inside you broke.
You made a strangled noise somewhere between a squeal and a whimper. “It’s so cute, I’m going to die—” You crouched down, voice pitching up, “Look at you! You precious, round little thing, oh, I could just eat you up—!”
You didn’t mean it, of course.
But unfortunately, someone else heard you.
Mydei.
The prince of Kremnos, the undying guardian of Amphoreus, stood several paces behind you, his eyes narrowing with alarm. His cape caught the wind behind him, rippling like a stormcloud as he strode forward with soldierly precision.
“You—what did you say?” His voice was quiet, low, and filled with that heavy authority that could make even generals stop breathing.
You blinked, still half-distracted by the chimera nuzzling your feet. “I said it’s cute! Like… so cute I could just—eat it up.”
There was a moment of stillness. A long, silent beat in which even the breeze seemed to hesitate.
Then, in the span of a heartbeat, Mydei moved.
He scooped the chimera up into his arms like a soldier snatching a wounded comrade from the battlefield and took off in a sprint that could’ve put cavalry to shame.
“Mydei—wait, what—”
He didn’t wait.
You stood there frozen for a moment, blinking, as the prince vanished into the deeper paths of the Garden, crimson cloak disappearing behind flowering trellises.
“…Oh my Titans,” you groaned, breaking into a run after him.
By the time you caught up, Mydei had taken refuge in a secluded corner of the Garden where the sunlight filtered through lattices of vines, his back pressed against a pillar as he held the chimera protectively against his chest. The creature blinked sleepily, clearly unbothered by the chaos, while Mydei glared over its fluffy head as though daring the world itself to try him.
“Mydei,” you wheezed, clutching your side. “Why are you—running away—with a chimera—”
“You said you were going to eat it,” he replied flatly.
You stared at him. “Mydei. That’s an expression.”
“It sounded like a promise.”
You blinked once. Twice. Then burst out laughing so hard you had to grip the nearby railing to keep yourself upright. “You thought I meant it literally?”
His brows furrowed, visibly unamused. “Words should mean what they are spoken to mean.”
“Oh gods, you’re serious.”
He didn’t flinch. “If someone declares an intention to consume another being—especially one under my protection—I will not stand idly by.”
You tried—really tried—not to laugh again. “It’s called cuteness aggression, Mydei. You see something adorable, and your brain kind of… breaks. You say things like ‘I could squish you’ or ‘I could eat you up,’ but you don’t actually mean harm.”
He stared down at the chimera, whose small paw had found the edge of his golden gauntlet, patting it curiously. Its big eyes blinked up at him, tail wagging softly.
“…So you were not intending to devour it.”
“No.” You were still catching your breath. “I was intending to cuddle it.”
A pause.
Mydei looked like he was trying to process this new data. He tilted his head slightly, the faintest crease forming between his brows—the look he always got when someone’s logic didn’t align with his carefully ordered worldview.
Finally, he exhaled. “…Then I have misjudged you.”
“Just a little,” you said, lips twitching.
He looked at the chimera again. “I may have startled it.”
The creature yawned in his arms, nestled closer, and promptly fell asleep.
You snorted. “Oh, definitely terrified.”
A faint sound escaped him—half sigh, half laugh, the kind of quiet release you’d learned was rare from him. He sat down on the ground, the chimera still tucked safely against him, and for a moment, the garden was peaceful again.
You joined him, leaning lightly against his shoulder. His body was warm beneath the sun, and you could smell faint traces of sandalwood (or anything else idk) and smoke on his cloak—the scent of a warrior who had lived through too many fires.
“You know,” you murmured, watching the little creature’s chest rise and fall, “you holding it like that is maybe the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He gave you a sidelong glance, lips curving in the barest hint of a smile. “Do not attempt to ‘eat’ me either.”
You laughed softly. “I make no promises.”
He shook his head, hair catching the light like threads of flame. “You jest too easily.”
“It’s part of my charm.”
“…It is,” he admitted quietly.
You smiled at that.
For a while, you simply sat there. The garden rustled softly around you, alive with creatures present there and the faint fluttering of golden butterflies (or nymphs). Mydei’s posture was as rigid as ever—disciplined even in stillness—but there was something different about him now, something softer in the way he looked down at the creature sleeping in his arms.
He wasn’t used to moments like this. You could tell. For a man forged by prophecy and loss, tenderness was a foreign battlefield.
“Were you really going to run all the way out of Okhema?” you asked after a while, teasing.
“If necessary.”
You bit back a grin. “With the chimera?”
“I have carried wounded soldiers across battlefields twice the size of this garden. One small creature poses no burden.”
“Chivalrous as always.”
“Protective,” he corrected. Then, more quietly: “Promises are not things to be spoken lightly. If one swears to protect life, even the smallest one, it becomes sacred.”
The sincerity in his tone made your teasing die in your throat. Mydei didn’t just say things—he believed them. Every word was a vow, every action a principle. You suddenly felt the weight of what it meant for him to be “The Last Prince,” a man who had seen entire cities burn and still chose to cradle something fragile in his hands.
You rested your chin on your knees, studying him. “You’re really one of a kind, you know that?”
He looked at you briefly, then at the sleeping chimera. “You mistake conviction for uniqueness.”
“No,” you said softly. “I don’t.”
He didn’t reply, but the silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. The kind of silence that only existed between two people who didn’t need to fill the air with words to understand each other.
A few minutes later, the chimera stirred. It blinked, yawned, and looked up at Mydei with a soft “Awooo,” tiny claws stretching against the gold of his gauntlet.
Mydei froze.
You bit your lip to hide a smile. “It likes you.”
“…It is mistaken.”
“It’s literally trying to climb your shoulder.”
Indeed, the creature had begun an unsteady ascent, scrambling up his chest with an astonishing lack of fear. Mydei sat completely still, unsure whether to intervene or allow the indignity. When it finally perched itself at his shoulder like a small, furry sentinel, he sighed.
“It believes itself a guardian,” he said dryly.
“Like master, like pet,” you teased.
He turned his gaze toward you, eyes narrowing faintly, though the edge was softened by amusement. “You compare me to a chimera.”
“I compare you to something adorable and fiercely protective. Take the compliment.”
“…Adorable is not an attribute befitting a warrior.”
You tilted your head. “You can be both.”
He seemed genuinely puzzled by that. “Both?”
“Yes,” you said, smiling. “A warrior who makes adults cry and chimeras fall asleep on his shoulder. Balance, Mydei.”
He made a quiet, resigned sound—something that might have been a laugh if it had come from anyone else. “You speak like a sage from Okhema.”
“And yet you listen.”
“…Perhaps.”
The chimera sneezed, sending a faint puff of air against his neck. He blinked, startled, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore—you laughed outright, the sound ringing through the garden.
He gave you a long, assessing look. “You find amusement in strange things.”
“You ran across the entire garden because you thought I was going to eat a ball of fluff, Mydei. I think I’ve earned it.”
For a moment, his composure cracked—the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached out with his free hand and flicked your forehead with a finger.
“Ow!”
“That is for frightening me.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you are reckless with words.”
You rubbed your forehead, still smiling. “Fair trade, I suppose.”
He looked at you for a long moment—long enough that you could see the warmth beneath his usual calm, the faint gleam of amusement in those eyes.
Then, gently, he placed the now-dozing chimera into your arms.
It was lighter than it looked, soft and warm, breathing slow.
“Hold it carefully,” he said quietly.
You glanced up. “You trust me now?”
He hesitated, then nodded once. “If you break your word, I will know.”
You laughed softly. “Then I guess I’ll just have to prove I’m trustworthy.”
“You already have,” he said, almost under his breath.
And with that, the Last Prince of Kremnos rose, the sun catching the golden edge of his armor as he turned to leave, cape fluttering behind him like a slow-burning flame.
You watched him go, the chimera nestled against you, murmuring a sleepy “Awoo.”
Somewhere deep in your chest, you felt something warm and steady take root.
He would die for a promise. You would live to make sure he never had to.
And maybe, just maybe, the Garden of Life was big enough for both.
So I just got into the dc x dp fandom very head strong and I’ve been reading dc x dp fics left and right, some of the fics containing a/b/o dynamics and I just had a thought what if Danny one day took a trip to the DC universe and this universe had the a/b/o dynamics
Danny: I am a traumatized teenager that is alone and is totally normal
Adopting orphans left and right Bruce Wayne: don’t worry pup I’ll take care of you, you’re obviously neglected due to you’re having no parental scent
Danny: STRANGER DANGER, There’s a child sniffing pervert on the loose protect your childern(runs away)
Inspired by a song and its remake. But I am trash at syncing lyrics to storybeats.
Danny and Jason met in the ghost zone when Jason was dead, but he forgot it all coming back to life. When the two of them were together, they went through the entire song and dance (literally) of asking each other out.
I'm serious. There were like 10 different musical scenes with varying themes. It was Fenton Romance at its finest. And Jason's old school romance heart was certainly played a large part too.
It was their love language. Dramatic acts, vague threats and all.
Post revival and reconnection with the Batfam, Jason spots a familiar face. A flood of memories wash through him, and with it a bout of giddiness. Though he's currently dressed as Red Hood, Danny'll be able to tell who he is and keep quiet. Just have to greet him in a way that he'll recognize.
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Danny is out taking the kids for a walk. Dan was grumpy since he wasn't allowed any ecto chips, for both his health and as punishment for severely beating a guy who tried to mug Danny without permission yesterday. Ellie is quite cheerful, since she's going to visit the Crocodile and Zombie sewer-dudes when Danny's not looking.
All of a sudden, Red Hood, casually wielding a gun, approaches Danny. He makes an overly familiar gesture, wrapping an arm sideways around Danny's waist. He whistles under the hood, a faint green glow from the white eyespaces.
"Well who do we have here? You look half dead, honey."
Danny looked at him. Horrible pick up line? Check? Thin veneer of confidence? Check. Zero self control around Danny? Check.
Jason. The rancid ecto signature is new, though. Honestly, not surprised he's a crime lord now.
"Well, you know how it is. The kids have been running me ragged. And you sure haven't been any help."
Danny puts on an innocent smile. Jason sidles closer. A few bystanders watch them with varied expressions.
"Well you don't need to worry about that now. How about you and I go somewhere more private?"
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"A crime boss, huh?"
Dan is raiding the fridge. Ellie is watching a fight on TV.
"It was a... necessary step. I promise I would've visited you sooner if I had known."
"It's fine. What else happened while you were gone?"
