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then those pictures become one of the most valuable artifacts they could obtain. i want the justice league, or other hero teams try to find a way to bring you to their world or bring them to your world. wally west can blitz to your universe — hell, he's already done so millions of times — no harm in that, but there's plenty of other entities also racing to catch you before him. mr. terrific could potentially work with bruce to create a contraption meant to steal you away, but it's too risky. lex does it either way, the end justifies the means, you know? but then superman would barge in, ruin his plans yet still manage to also travel into your world too.

— masterlist !

i miss being in the self aware genshin fandom so much to the point i might just end up doing self aware dc like yes, i want all of the characters to collectively fight for your attention. i want the magic users to have the edge, for literal gods to use their powers not for the sake of the good of the world but to solely bring you to their world. i want portal shenanigans, have constantine actually teleport to the real world to watch over his darling, maybe even snap a few pics of you sleeping peacefully and even going as far to kiss your cheeks, then returning to the comic universe just to brag about how he has the upper hand, only to be upper cut by batman LMAO, and have the pictures taken away from his hands.

before the worldwide discovery of your existence, though, zatanna's already known from the start. it just sucks now for her that she basically has to share the knowledge of you with all the others. that doesn't erase the fact that she could basically one-up the others and just take you for herself, if only you weren't aware of their sentience. only thing stopping her, or other magic users, is how you would react to being abducted. and somehow, the hatred in your eyes is enough to cease them for now.

yet as much as the world is pretty much about to break apart into a war, even villains have to learn how to behave themselves. because every action of theirs is pretty much tracked and drawn into life. you wouldn't want to see them acting up or acting different than what you've already known, right? they could only beg for your attention through subtle hints in their text bubbles. maybe you'll pick up their next individual issue, and they'll feel your fingers graze over the pages, feel your eyes and your presence looming over them like a weighted blanket.

i can also imagine just how funny it is when they have to fight for the top spots on who could be your favorite. it gives mainstream characters like batman and his family, known hero teams like the justice league, titans— a bigger advantage because they're well-known. you probably would love jason more for his tragic backstory, or you're smitten at lesser known character for the mystery behind their character so—!

you've got to love at least any of them. but there's also the villains as another factor hindering your personal rankings. what if you preferred bad guys over good guys? heaven forbid if you have the joker as your favorite character, or reverse flash— or even worse! legacy characters who only appear in 10 issues or less.

comforting to know that they matter, they're cherished even if the world they're in seems more surreal now that they're self-aware. even if it's a strange thing to know they're only there for the sake of entertaining twisted audiences. but that doesn't matter as long as they are your favorite.

maybe they'll become your favorite.

except, in turns out, in a twisted game of fate—

they end up realizing you prefer marvel comics over them.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

OMG I have an idea

What if a villain hit reader with a love potion and the Yandere JL has to deal with reader being obsessed with one of them until it wears off🙏🙏😭(I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR YAN JL WORKDGHBJB)

A Day in Life: Love Pollen

Synopsis: A day in your life where you get hit with love pollen, get kidnapped, and are rescued by the Justice League.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+; PDA; Dry humping; Kinda public sex bc they're in a deserted island’s beach, so it's basically out in the open but no one’s around; Dubcon/noncon bc, you know, love-and-kinda-sex pollen; Also maybe drugging bc of that; Writer is the Justice League's weakness; Hal Jordan is a little shit; Needles; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 2,1k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: I imagine the League’s marketing will have a hard time after this little stunt, I mean, there's no way no one caught that on camera

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

The Legion of Doom had a plan. They invaded a political event in Metropolis, with the presence of the Justice League as the president’s security team, the League being the target. First, Poison Ivy release pollen throughout the whole city, as a distraction, making people hallucinate that they were in love with one another. Crazy in love. It would be okay, if her experiment didn't cause chaos. All over the streets, some people were having sex out in the open, some were fighting and killing because of jealousy and cheating, some were committing robberies to give their “loved ones”. It was pure chaos and only the quick reflexes, powers and gadgets from the League spared the team from getting hit.

Half the team went to deal with the distraction, saving and restraining people, giving them the antidote, etc. The other half, took care of the villains. After a few hours, the Legion of Doom was taken down and the city’s security and health workers took over the job, the chaos being a lot easier to contain since they were spreading the antidote through the air, it would take at least an hour to spread it throughout the whole city, and then the ones who somehow weren't able to breath it, but mostly, just the mess left behind was the real issue.

You were standing with the rest of the crew on the event, watching the League and the politicians discoursing for the press and TV. When the mayhem started, for the first few seconds, you got startled and froze. Looking between the League, the scared crowd, and the villains invading the place. Suddenly, you breathed some thick smoke and your eyes shot to the heroes, silently urging them to do something, when your eyes locked on Green Lantern’s, the pollen’s effect kicked in. You got dizzy, something snapped, and then everything changed.

Wait, when did Green Lantern's jaw got so sharp? And his muscles so defined? Oh, and he was so big and tall. Did he do something to his hair? Wow, his ring is glowing now and he's flying. He's so cool and powerful. A true hero. Shit, he's coming in my direction. Hehe, he's using a construct to lift me and my coworkers to a safer place as if it was nothing. Imagine flying with him every day. How does he look without the mask? Ugh, must be perfect, if his jaw and lips were anything to go by. I can't even see the color of his eyes! And- and please stop looking me in the eyes and touching my shoulders and asking me if I'm okay, of course I am, I'm with you. No. Nooo. Come back here! Let the others deal with the bad guys, I'm right hereee! Nooooo!

You were depressed and deflated the whole time your soulmate was away. A journalist team from outside the city arrived at some point and you were able to watch the fight — Normally, Lois Lane would do the transmission, but she's too busy making out with her cameraman, she was in the crowd too. —. You started crying watching your lover fighting with Sinestro. When he won, and everything was fine, was when you finally calmed down and just started anxiously waiting while ignoring your colleagues strange antics, one of them even hitting on you. Didn't she know you and Green Lantern were in love?

When the League was back, the paramedics were starting to give the crew the antidote, you were next in line, however, as soon as you saw the heroes, you broke into a sprint.

— Green! — You yelled, catching everyone off guard. Even more so when you jumped and hooked your legs around the brunette’s waist, your arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.

Hal was so shocked that it took him two seconds to reciprocate the kiss, ignoring completely the gasps from his friends. You moaned against his lips, mumbling a jumbled mess of “I love you”, “I missed you”, “was so worried”, “so glad you're back”.

Someone groaned.

— Batman, just give them that damn antidote before I lose it. — Batman grunted and Hal struggled but managed to separate your faces for a moment. You tried to push your face towards his again, but he grabbed your jaw. You kept forcing your face against his hand and whining. It was really cute, and your willingness and the previous sensation of your lips ignited something in his belly, yet, he looked to the side just in time to see Batman preparing the needle, the rest of the League sulking on the side and glaring at him.

His mind worked rapidly, ignoring the texture of your soft lips pampering kisses against the skin of his hand. When he felt the tip of your tongue, he made a decision.

A bad one.

— Yeah. I don't think so. — Green Lantern conjured several chain constructs, chaining the League's arms and ankles to the ground. It wouldn't hold off the ones like Superman and Wonder Woman who were strong enough to break it, and Martian Manhunter who could just invade his mind or use his intangibility, Flash was also pretty capable of taking him on, but Hal was smart and sagacious. Still holding you, he made a rocket construct around you both and took off.

Really, a terrible idea.

Superman and Wonder Woman, in a cry of rage, broke the chains. Diana unsheathed her sword, her feet not even touching the ground anymore, flying, ready to go after the traitor. Martian passed through the construct, while Superman went to break Batman and Aquaman free, Flash vibrated fast to rearrange his particles and also escaped.

— We need a plan. — Batman’s voice stopped the amazon warrior from going in a hunt for blood. He was already stressing over what the marketing team could do to fix this.

— A plan? We can defeat the enemy and retreat my darling if we go now! — Wonder Woman barked.

— Green Lantern is impulsive. If we go now we can destroy the whole state and hurt (Y/N) in the process. He won't give them up easily.

— Batman's right. — Superman agreeds. — Flash, follow them and see where they’re going. — The speedster nodded and took off.

Barry shook his head, cursing his idiot best friend the whole way.

Between the whole team, Hal was clearly the only one who would be okay with you falsely loving them. The rest wanted something more genuine for you. Some of them would settle for you not loving them as much as they loved you, some wanted you to feel exactly the same amount of what they felt. Hal still loved you just like them, but he always had that certain level of insecurity that craved to be better than anyone, to impress, making everything a competition, and the sensation of being the only one to have you could certainly cloud his judgment and accept your love, even if fake. He just thought he could compensate by treating you the right way, and not just using that opportunity to do whatever he wanted with you, just because he could and you wouldn't complain. He could make this about you both, and not just about him.

Either way, every one of them (thought) they deserved their fair chance at winning you over.

— Manhunter, can you still read his mind and tell what he is thinking? — Manhunter nodded and his eyes started glowing, there was a second of silence before he spoke.

— It's getting weaker as he gets more distant. It's purely impulsive thinking. Green Lantern isn't considering the consequences and means no harm against Earth or us. — Batman nodds.

— That's a shame. I mean harm. — Wonder Woman mutters, Batman glared and Superman side-eyed her. Batman turned his communication on.

— Flash, tell us when they stop moving.

— If he touches them, I will personally kill him. — Aquaman darkly states. Superman took a step in his direction, facing him head on.

— No, you won't. — The two stared at one another intently, until Batman broke the silence.

— Focus. We don't have time for this. — The dark knight stated.

— We need to be collected and work as a team to act smoothly on our plan. — Martian reminds them. Wonder Woman steps down again and sheats her sword. They all form a circle and start planning.

The sky was never this blue and the sand never this warm and soft. Even with the warmth of the sun being so intense, you were laying on a palm tree's shadow, and the air was flowing just fine. What was actually making you sweat was the dry humping you and your soulmate were doing.

You don't remember ever getting so aroused in your whole life, and can't remember ever desiring someone so much. You could kill someone if they dared to try and steal him away from you.

Hal felt you carding your fingers through his hair and pull slightly, giving him shiver, and he squeezed the flesh of your hips. You moaned against his lips at a particularly stronger wave of pleasure. The clothes were a curse, stopping you from feeling the real him, so you desperately started clawing at his clothes. Green Lantern breathily chuckled.

— Relax, hot stuff, we have time… — He whispers with a smirk. The man held your hands and laid them on the ground, above your head. You just moaned, more needy, and pushed your hips against his, eliciting a hiss from his red and swollen lips.

His hands started unbottoning your shirt and freeing the fabric out of your pants. You kept your hands were they were and watched, eyes wide open, when he descended kisses from the middle of your chest, going south, only pausing at your waistband.

As much as you wanted to feel his mouth more, seeing him so covered and not being able to properly touch him was making you restless, so you sat up, surprising him, and started pulling up the fabric at the back of his neck. Hal chuckled and shook his head, humoring your needs. He helped you take it off, then pushed your own shirt down your arms, until it was off.

You paused, admiring his adonis body. Your heart raced and eyes watered, never having seen something so perfect your whole life. Even his scars were beautiful. His chest hair and happy trail looked really soft and somehow he looked even more muscled, strong and beautiful. You wonder why you rejected him before.

Hal Jordan basked in your amazed gaze, loving to show off, especially while doing nothing. He frowned weakly, and gave a reassuring grin when you pouted, slumped and frowned.

— What's this, sweetheart? I thought you were enjoying this. — To lift your mood, he started running his hands up and down your sides.

— I wanted to see your face… — Hal remained silent for a few seconds. They would tell you their identities eventually, and that fact kept being brought up on reunions. They all knew at some point, you would have to know, to really start a relationship, yet, Batman, and his paranoia, kept them all from telling you. Sometimes, it felt like a sabotage, but mostly, it made sense, since the guy had a bunch of kids, who could be in danger if the information somehow got leaked, still, you couldn't trust to let them in, if they didn't let you in. That was the only reason you didn't trust them, of course.

Also, a face was not a name. Hal wasn't famous, so how bad could it be? Especially if it would turn you on so much, and when you looked so damn cute. His own lust was also influencing his critical thinking, which was already second place to his impulsiveness.

Hal bit his lower lip and brought his face closer to yours, a few centimeters away from having your noses touching.

— Okay… Take it off… — You let out a happy squeal and reached up with both hands. Your heart pounded with anticipation, making you go slower to savor the intimacy even more. Hal closed his eyes when he felt the gentle tug, against his wishes to watch your eagerness and your lip biting in anticipation. His heart was also pounding.

You saw his right eye closed and his thick eyebrow, when suddenly, a loud noise rang out, scaring the shit out of you and prompting Hal to fix the mask again, get up and assess for danger.

He finally fell to his senses and realized something.

He just took the worst decisions ever.

Everything happened too fast. Flash was on your side, holding a needle to your arm, and Green Lantern was being thrown around by a red and blue blur. Only the feminine rageful scream gave you the hint to who it was.

You got up, ready to die for your soulmate, when the antidote kicked in.

You threw up.

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Meeting Aquaman

Chapter 1 of my ‘Justice League’s Darling’ series

Aquaman x Reader

Warnings: Use of word b*tch (not by Aquaman), reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and wears heels. Reader likes sushi??

Summary: It’s your third week at your job in the Hall of Justice, and you’re already overworked. Maybe you’ll meet someone to wash away your stress… (also bonus jealous Flash content at the end!)

I definitely wrote this with comic book Aquaman personality in mind. All my love to Jason Mamoa, but I just find the comic version so silly and fun. In a perfect world, Aquaman would have the looks of Jason Mamoa while retaining his original personality. Enjoy!

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Heels were NOT the right choice for today.

Already you had drilled security protocols in the tech room, ordered doughnuts for an H.R. girl’s birthday, cleaned up a suspicious spill in med-bay, delivered last week’s reports to the hall manager’s desk, restocked a vending machine, rescheduled the Public Relation’s Executive Officer’s reporter panel, and hand-shredded classified documents for your Administration Director because “machine shredders are too predictable to be truly successful.”

And it was only 11:30 am.

Apparently, being an “Administrative Attendant” was a more elegant way to title “Everybody’s Personal Bitch”. You probably should have asked more questions during the job interview- but then again, when Batman asks you to join his team, there’s never a ton of room for negotiation.

Even if it does mean running through your favorite pair of pumps.

It was only your third week working here, and already you were feeling the strain on your body, the strain on your mind.

But your Lead Manager -Kathy- had promised that you could take your lunch break after just one more task. You could cry from joy (and if your feet could cry, they would be sobbing). Besides the much needed sit-down time, there was.. another reason you had started to grow so fond of lunch hour. Your favorite lunch buddy had only missed your daily rendezvous once last week, and he had a great excuse- getting orphans out of a burning building- and even then, he had apologized for his tardiness. You found you quite enjoyed your friendly encounters with The Flash, but even when he isn’t there, you have a great time anyways, talking with the mischievous and sassy French chef in the kitchen. Yes, lunch had almost certainly become your favorite hour of day.

And it had finally arrived- as soon as you delivered these expense reports to the financial department.

The financial department wasn’t huge. In fact, it was rather small for a such a huge establishment such as The Hall of Justice. But rumor has it that Batman picks up the check for all of this, and he’s apparently not at all concerned about the millions of dollars eaten up by this place. As far as you could tell, the finance department did little more than log the exuberant amounts of money spent, and Batman took care of the rest.

Must be nice…

Your shoes have begun to squeak as you walk. So worn out that their cries squeak out like pleas to be put out of their misery. You try to constrict the noise as you make your way to the elevator, expense report in hand.

Mercifully, an elevator opens up right as you approach. All you need to do now is travel up two levels, deliver your file, and you’re free for the next 60 minutes. The shuffling sounds of people getting off the elevator thankfully hide the painful squaks of your feet. Awkwardly shuffling, you pick up the pace of your brisk walk in order to get in before the doors once again close.

But as the people disperse, your eyes widen as they take in..

Aquaman, standing in your elevator.

“Oh!” You gasp. Freezing just before the doors, you splutter, “I’m sorry- I can get the next one.”

“Nonsense!” The Atlantean puts one arm on the doors, stopping them from closing, while another reaches out towards you. A welcoming smile beckons you, and you can’t help but think it’s pearly white. He continues, “I’d always welcome the company of a teammate.”

Before you can reconcile his words, you remember his outstretched hand, and you quickly take it- you couldn’t imagine turning him down. It’s not as if he was scary, or even all that intimidating. But something about him bespoke regality, and power. He had seen things and done things you could have never dreamed, and you had watched his stories on news channels. It was like a modern-day mythos was sharing an elevator with you. Of course you would take his hand, and as you do, he quickly guides you into the confined metal space. It’s not until the doors close that you fully register the close proximity you’ll be sharing with the King of 70% of the planet.

So you quickly rescind your hand from his to push your elevator button as ~professionally~ as possible. You had decided that you were too aware of the presence of the man next to you to also be touching him- too aware of the smell of salt and soft breezes. If he’s offended by your retraction, he doesn’t show it.

Except, your elevator button doesn’t light up. Laughing it off a little, you try again, pressing harder, but still the little button refuses to blink on.

“Ah, I think you’ll have to venture downwards before you can rise again.”

Whipping your head at the Ruler of the Sea, a soft glow of pink warms his bronzed skin. You realize he’s very piously stifling a laugh… one directed at you. In fact, he’s trying very hard not to add on to the already embarrassing situation you’ve found yourself in. You’re being laughed at by the guy who talks like a medieval lord.

You feel like a deer in headlights. The hell is going on? The hell do you do?

Detecting your bafflement, he raises a hand. His gloves glimmer a pearlescent green as his finger points to the screen above the elevator doors. A downwards-pointing arrow clarifies the mystery for you. Flicking your eyes back to the dreaded panel of buttons, you notice only one aglow: B6

Feeling your checks burn, you’re certain a blush has invaded your face. You never thought you’d die from something as banal as getting on a downward-bound elevator when you were meant to be going up, but right now you kinda wished you would.

“Oh! We’re.. going down?” You feebly try to regain some propriety.

He simply nods his head with a light-hearted, yet restrained smile on his lips- as if he too could understand how ridiculous this situation must be for you. To be stuck on the wrong elevator with the King of the Sea.

“But I’m.. meant to be going up.” Dumb. Dumb-dumb stupid dumb! Get your act together, you’re a professional! You’re an adult! You’re a well-spoken debate kid! You’ve had a job interview with Batman- you can do this.

The Protector of the Sea puts a comforting hand on your back, and his eyes lock onto yours in a powerful yet sincere embrace, “I understand that we were meant to be on different paths today, but how fortunate we were to shirk fate and make our meeting instead.”

Your stomach has been flipping since you got on the elevator. But you swear it stops, only for a moment, as it starts flipping backwards instead. Still absolutely flustering, but now for a different reason. How was this man able to make something as embarrassing as getting on the wrong elevator so poetic?

The warmth of his hand seeps into the fabric of your blouse, which you desperately try not to think about as you reply, “So you were.. headed down?”

“Yes! We are on a voyage to the Hall’s lowest basement level.” Despite the awkward situation, he seems to be genuinely enjoying himself.

“I.. can’t say I’ve explored that level yet.”

“No,” a wave of melancholy rolled over his sharp features, “not many have. And even fewer plan to.”

But just as the sadness flooded his eyes, as quickly did it wash away, alighting again with a golden twinkle, “I will be grateful to welcome some company to my B6!”

A beeping from the elevator alerted you to your arrival. A hum of the doors opening, and the sub-level basement was revealed.

It was so blue!

A mix of concrete and glass, sand and water and glowing blue walls.

The Protector of the Sea noted how the blue glow shined against your wide eyes.

Your words were more breathless than intended, as you gushed, “what is this?”

Grinning, the Atlantean stepped into the threshold of the elevator, still staring at you, “rather unique, eh? Come in and I’ll give you the tour.”

Wait- The expense report. Lunch hour. Your daily rendezvous with Flash. The elevator doors began closing, but he stood in their way, bidding them open.

“Oh, I…” you clutch the papers in your hands fervently, “I still have to deliver these.”

Looking down at your hands, a bigger smile crashes onto the hero’s face. “You are a puzzle, fair stranger. A very dedicated puzzle. Here, allow me to bear your burden.” He once again extends his hand, reaching for the file.

“Are you sure? I can handle it, you’re probably very busy.” You knew that heroes liked to help people, but you also realized that the constant act of giving could wear down a person. You didn’t want to be a burden when you were perfectly capable of handling such a small task yourself. Besides, you’re sure the Marine Marvel had more important things to be doing.

“Nonsense, I’m not at all busy now. In fact, I’m on lunch,” -there was that golden twinkle again- “and would very much prefer to take on the burden- especially if it means you’ll allow me the joys of your company.”

Looking behind him, you wondered at the strange cacophony of lights and mystery waiting for you to explore. Level B6 did interest you, and it wasn’t everyday you got invited to lunch with Aquaman. And surely, Flash would understand.. right?

Sensing your hesitancy the king paused, the edges of his hand curling inwards ever so slightly, “of course, if you are needed above, I will understand.”

The elevator doors try to close again, but still he stands in their way. You really need to make a decision, now…

Ah, screw it.

“No no!” You step through the doors, “that’s very nice. I’d love to join you.”

“Ah!” Aquaman cheers behind you, finally freeing the elevator, “I knew there was some fate laced in our encounter!”

The space was much bigger than you had originally thought. To your left and right, rows and rows of what seemed to be glowing blue electrical servers stood protected behind glass. What was stranger though, was the crystal-blue water from which these rows erected from. Waves splashed lullingly at the glass panes, almost like a siren’s song- completely deadly to the electronics it called to, but so seductively gentle.

“So this whole time, the Hall of Justice has been precariously sitting on an underground electric lake? How the hell can this be safe?” You raise an eyebrow at the hero, whose grin bespeaks a humor which had not been there before.

“The water carries no voltage, I assure you.”

“Not yet” your wry reply earns a laugh from the man now standing to your right. “…Why?” You look up at him, daring to meet his eyes.

“I’m uncertain of the details. As you so cuttingly pointed out, water and electricity don’t often mix well. But ah.. Cyborg thought up the plan, and Batman agreed. Something about needing to ‘cool down the servers’. Apparently these rows and columns power much of the Hall’s internet, data, ah… haptics, and general what-have-you. I tried to warn them that such a large body would be a gamble- water has a way of becoming untamable at the most inopportune of times- but they were certain it was the most efficient way forward.”

“So, you don’t think it’s safe?”

“On the contrary!” You can’t help but notice he seems to glimmer when he gets excited, “We did our due-diligence, rest assured. I tested these glass panes myself, with waves five times stronger than this lake has technical means to generate.”

Waves…

“Wait, does this mean the lake is connected to the ocean?”

There it was again, that shining gold glinting in humored eyes- bewitching, and entirely inhuman. “Do you like the ocean?”

You grin. “Of course, but even if I didn’t- I don’t think I’d be able to tell you that.”

He laughs, heartily and full-throttled. His voice echoes through the chasm’s rows and columns. Then he looks back at you, “there are plenty of people who don’t. They find it.. troublesome. Scary-“ his eyebrows raise, and the grin on his face flickers shark-ish, until it doesn’t, “-and I don’t blame them. The sea can be unpredictable. She overpowers even I sometimes. But I prefer to think of her dangerous side as simply a reminder of the respect she deserves. As long as one remains smart, vigilant, and humble to her, the ocean is the most giving and wonderful place in the whole universe.”

The speech is so beautiful, it almost makes you forget about the ache in your feet. Aquaman’s intense gaze out to the water’s horizon (or cave’s end) is regrettably interrupted by a tight ‘squeak’ of your heel as you fidget your right heel.

Immediately, he looks down at your foot- how he was able to pinpoint so exactly where the noise had come from, you’ll never know. Probably something to do with those god powers of his.

“You’re injured,” is all he says, staring down at your right heel.

“It’s nothing bad, really. Just a bad combination of breaking-in and wearing-out the same shoes at the same time. I’ll be alright.”

“Nonsense!” The Atlantean’s bellow startles you- his conviction so strongly evident, “no guest of mine will suffer while I watch idly by!” And just like that, you were lifted bridal-style into the air.

You yelp for a second as you’re hoisted up, but the sheer strength of the arms around you leave no room for debate. It was an odd feeling. His suit was sort of a gummy texture, and felt cold to the touch. But his body heat radiated through. It was like, a cool gust of air in a hot car. Or a warm blanket on a snowy porch. Something about the duality felt surreal and.. comforting.

It was a moment before you had the sense to look at where he was taking you. A little to the left, and then into the maze of whirring blue electronics, reflecting through their glass houses. He began to venture through a column, sinking into the water.

“Where are we going?”

“The best spot in my B6.” Then, glancing his eyes down at you, a chuckle on his breath, “-you won’t get wet.”

Clutching your report to your chest, you press into the ocean man as he ventures into deeper waters.

Wading through the rows and columns, you can’t help but feel at peace. The slow lapping of the waves lull you into calm. And the blue dots littering the walls around you remind you of stars, and act as the perfect nightlights to this sparkling cave. It also didn’t help that the arms which encompassed you were so overwhelmingly sure and strong.

You’re almost disappointed when you arrive.

Almost.

It’s a sandbank- a large break in the never ending rows and columns. Pristine white sand decorated with beautiful shells, and lit up by the blue blinking dots surrounding it.

You gasp. You’ve never seen anything like it. He chuckles, and sets you down on the sand- so soft. So incredibly soft. He takes off your squeaky shoes, one at a time. The sight of him at your feet, still kneeling in the waves, handling your ankles with such care as he presses your sore toes into the soft beach sand… you almost don’t hear him when he asks,

“You like it then?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s so…otherworldly. A perfect blend of two completely oppositional forces. It’s… beautiful.”

As you look around, his breath hitches ever-so-slightly. Your stomach flips as you feel strong fingers moving your head back to him. Forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“You really mean that, don’t you?” His voice is soft. His eyes are searching.

Your cheeks heat. A quiet “what?” Is all you can manage.

“It’s simply that- most people do not see the beauty in such.. duality.” He sighs, “forgive me.” He drops his hand.

“He hauls himself next to you on the sandbar. Graceful and somehow already drying. You observe him- his foreword brow and distant eyes- “you think of yourself that way, don’t you?”

He turns to you once more, “I.. try not to. But I’m afraid it’s something I can seldom ignore.” He gazes outwards again, royally contemplative. Then, “do you like sushi?”

“Why can’t you ignore it?” And then, “and yes, I like sushi.”

He smiles. “Close your eyes, and I’ll tell you. Although I warn you, it’s not a pleasant story.”

You narrow your eyes at him, about to retort somehow. But then you simply turn your head, and close your eyes.

“Did you know- I was raised here, on land, just as you were?”

You smile, furrowing your eyebrows, “you? How come you talk like that, then?”

“Ha!” There was that Atlantean bellow, “I suppose I’ve been spending too much time in Atlantis. I thank you for the reminder to come up for air more often.” You giggle together. You hear scraping sounds, but keep your eyes closed. He continues, “But you prove my point. I was raised here, but I’m aware that I.. don’t belong. I stick out. Even the other league members regard me as odd. As other.”

“Have you tried putting down the solid gold trident? That usually helps me” You quip. You know it’s a gamble, but you can’t stand to see hear the joyous half-god so sad.

Luckily, he chuckles, “you are an odd type of person. But I admit I enjoy your insensitive comedy. It has a.. comforting effect.

You warm. “Anytime” you shrug.

“Anytime?” He questions- “I’ll have to take you up on such an offer. Afterall, so few people visit my B6. Alright-“ he breathes in, and the waves lap up on shore. “-you may now gaze upon our feast.”

Resting on the sand between the two of you, lays a board of colorful sushi slices. Accompanying either side, rests 2 beer bottles.

“No way.” You hear him suck in a breath, freezing. You continue, “-no way the guy who says ‘gaze upon our feast’ drinks beer.”

He looses a pleasant and hearty chuckle. “I should work on the voice, huh? I’m normally better at keeping up one manner-of-speaking at a time, but I suppose I’ve been.. distracted today.” A wash of pink darkens his face.

“Oh come on,” you quip, “I’m sure you’ve got Atlantean women falling at your feet for your charming little ‘manner of speaking’.”

“The lady thinks it’s charming?” His eyes glimmer with laughter and something you can’t quite place.

“The lady is not going to answer that question.” You smirk. “But she also still stands by her statement that the the sea-king’s… chivalrous vocabulary cannot possibly be as repellent as he makes it out to be.”

“I recall hearing once that chivalry was dead?”

“Maybe it drowned.” You smile- and open your beer can, lifting it into the air for a toast. “To your B6.”

He opens and clinks his can to yours- “to our B6.”

Lord help you. It would seem now you’ve got two lunch buddies. Well, at least you knew where to go if you were craving seafood.

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Bonus:

True to his word, Aquaman had delivered your report for you, and had vouched for its tardiness. No one had given you any grief for it, although you did notice whispers and sidelong glances thrown your way the rest of the day. That had made the afternoon a bit harder, but finally, you were done.

Walking into the parking lot, you try to remember where you left your car.

“I didn’t see you at lunch today.” You startle at the voice, and turn around to find the red-and-yellow blur which you had so-unceremoniously stood up.

“Flash, I- sorry, yes. Uh- something came up.”

“You’re alright? I was worried.”

“Yes, I’m fine. Thanks, that’s really very sweet of you-“

“I thought maybe you were sick today, or way behind on work. I asked around, but, nothing conclusive.”

“Oh- wow, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry you. That’s really very considerate of you. I’m 100% fine, I promise. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“You smell like salt.” He takes a step forward. You freeze.

You didn’t necessarily do anything wrong- so why do you feel so guilty?

“And you’ve got sand in your hair.” He notes, gaze flicking up at your forehead. He takes another casual step forward.

“Jeez, and I thought Batman was the detective around here-“

“What’d you have for lunch today?” The question seems so innocent. So innocuous. But you know it isn’t.

“Seafood.” You reply tightly. You won’t stoop to lying- you didn’t do anything wrong.

“Seafood huh?” The man in red nods his head, eyes finding the floor. Almost as in resignation- “and you.. like seafood?” His head tilts upwards again just the smallest bit as he asks the question.

“..yes.” You hesitate for just a moment. Why do you feel like you’re the suspect in the world’s most casually unsettling interrogation?

“Right.” His eyes go back down in a dejected acceptance. But then- “but you said you’d come back tomorrow?” His head swings upwards again, smile adorning his features. It’s not entirely genuine, but also not entirely fake. There’s hope in his words, you realize.

“I- yes. Of course.”

“And the day after that?”

“Yes.”

“Everyday?” The light in his eye glows with a golden buzz, and you’d hate to put it out. But-

“Not everyday.” You try to reason. What the hell was even going on right now?

He crosses his arms. “Most days?”

“Most days?” You question, eyebrow raising.

“Aw c’mon. I found you first. You’re my favorite lunch buddy.”

“What about Chef?”

He grins, “please don’t leave me with that old geezer. I’m pretty sure he’d sauté my liver if I gave him the chance.”

“I’m pretty sure he’d make it delicious.” You quip.

His grin tilts devilishly lopsided, eyes boring into you- “let me know if you ever want a sample.”

You feel your stomach flip at the implication, but you quickly deflect, “Maybe you should stop riling up the poor man.”

“Awww c’mon. You know he secretly loves it.” He winks at you. And you can feel your smiling cheeks warm with pink.

His smile brightens, and he beseeches- “most days?”

You sigh. Oh what the hell. “Most days.”

His energy turns static with excitement, as you roll your eyes.

“But first you have to help me find my car-“

“On it!”

You’re in the air. You’ve lost contact with the earth. Your inner ear whirls. And then you’re back on the ground. Knees buckled with instability as a weight to your left holds you steady.

“Woah! Hey- you’re alright. I probably should have warned you- most people get dizzy after their first fast-travel. But you’ll get used to it.” His proximity seems to make your limbs feel fuzzy, and the dizziness in your head makes your brain buzz. Overall, it’s not unlike being tipsy.

Maybe that’s why it takes you a moment to recognize the car in front of you.

Sobering up, you manage- “my car..”

“Yeah, all the way in lot D! Someone struggled to find parking this morning..”

You’re too busy grounding yourself to laugh. You step out of his grasp- needing some distance from the man’s presence.

“Well, I’ll be saying goodnight now. I’ll see you tomorrow” he beams.

You stand firmly now, in your heels.

“How did you know which car was m-“

But he’s gone. You manage to catch a few stray sparks left in his wake as you turn to look where he’d been standing.

You look back to your car. Bewildered by the day.

“Goodnight” you say, to no one in particular.

Maybe tomorrow will be normal.

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Yay! I hope you enjoyed. I do enjoy writing silly goofy quirky Aquaman. I think he gets a bad rep for being whimsical, lmao. Obviously he’s not yandere yet, but bonus content Flash is heating up 👀. Reader is oblivious bc I say so. I will be milking that concept dry- hahaha.

As always, if you wanna see more content, pls comment and like and interact as much as possible bc that shit feeds me!!

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[fancyfeathers]

Thinking about Yandere!Justice League having children with their darlings and perhaps those children aren’t too keen on their relationship with their parents…

Set in the universe of Young Justice.

Includes references to my Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling & Always Prey But Never A Bird

Clark’s daughter grew up in Smallville after Clark married his darling, living near the same house her father grew up in. She is one of many children, including Connor who her mother immediately took in as her own even if her father was still struggling with his feelings about his clone (though Connor rarely comes by unless Clark is gone, otherwise he is back with the team). Between herself and her siblings there is one major difference, she doesn’t have powers, or at least they have not come in yet.

She feels herself isolated from her siblings, especially when she sees one of her brothers practice and train with their father or when she gets pulled from the soccer team since it is apparently not safe when she sprained her ankle during a game but her dad has missed half her games of the season because of being Superman, Justice League business, or something with her siblings because of their powers that they are learning to control.

He is so protective but he is never even there.

She gets fed up when it gets near to her high school graduation and she is looking at colleges and talk to her parents about colleges and Clark is not sure about sending her off.

So she decides to leave on her own, pack a bag in the middle of the night while her dad is off planet and walks outside, walking across the empty field and she hears…

“Heading out?”

One of her siblings had caught onto her leaving, but they are not going to stop her, instead offering to take her anywhere she needs because she needs to leave this place to figure out who she really is.

Of course there will be panic when Clark returns home and finds one of his children is missing and she is completely untraceable, how is she untraceable? Clark can not even hear her heartbeat, she could be dead!

But she’s not…

Hal Jordan’s twins don’t really know their father super well because of when he is off planet as Green Lantern but he still wants to be a part of their lives, but their childhood is spent running around the Watchtower and being babysat by other league members or other Green Lantern Corps members while their dad is off planet, and their mother is tired of reading two very chaotic teenagers. Hal is like that one dad who does not fully understand that his children have been growing back, he’ll come into his teenage daughter’s room, sit on her bed and ask if she wants to go practice softball pitcher throws but he doesn’t know the last time his daughter played softball was in middle school. Or offering to take his son to the beach but his son cannot stand the feeling of sand on his feet or how the sand can ruin his books.

He remembers them like when they were babies and he made constructs from his ring of animals and toys for his children to play with and now when he picks up his daughter up from school he does not even know the names of her her friends.

But one thing that will never change is the fact that he will protect them no matter what. All it would take is for Hal to witness one incident, say he has to save his twins as Green Lantern, he makes the decision that at the end of the school year he is pulling them out and moving them into the Watchtower full time, besides they already stay there when he is off planet.

The two pick up on this when they overhear their parents arguing about it in the night, it is far past their bedtime so Hal doesn’t think either of them are listening but both of them listen in and all it takes is for their dad to go to a Justice League meeting and the two have packed their bags and jumped out the bathroom window.

Diana’s darling is definitely a woman and I think if they were to have a child they would have adopted an orphan, one who perhaps lost their family in an accident and Diana saves them, a young boy, a preteen at the oldest. He has a semi normal upbringing, he doesn’t really have any powers. He has never been to Themyscira because of he is a man, but Diana trains him anyway because it is important he knows how defend himself and his other adoptive mother when Diana is not around.

But the day comes where every little bird has to leave the nest and Diana agrees to let him to go to college nearby, especially after hearing about his intentions to become a lawyer. But his true intention to pursue such a career is because when he heard the stories from his other mother about how the members of the Justice League did certain things to get their partners and he felt horrified, he may not have been the one who done such a thing but he would be damned if he was not the one to try and repair it. Besides Diana has no reason to believe her baby boy is a liar, so he never even gets caught and forced to tell the truth.

It is at school where he meets someone not too different from himself and the two immediately hit it off, but the major thing between the two of them is that she is fast… really fast…

Barry Allen is close to his darling little girl, especially since she inherited his speed, they found that little fact out when she was practicing for track team tryouts and she suddenly found herself in Arizona, that was an interesting conversation when she called up her dad, a crying and confused mess, and before she could hang up Barry was already there, kneeling down in his suit and explaining everything to her.

Most kids get a car for their sixteenth birthday, she got super speed.

But another thing she got from her dad is his intelligence, it takes a lot to be a forensic scientist so Barry is hardly surprised when he little girl graduates early, he knows that she used her speed doing homework when he told her not to but sometimes the achievement outdoes the actions to get there.

Barry is willing to send her away from home for college, after all he is never far. But while she is at school she meets a boy, a few years older than her, and they become fast friends. She trusts him so she reveals her powers one night when they are hanging out around campus, her hand literally phasing through the wall with how fast it is going, but after that all turn is revealed and her world is shattered.

That boy was the son of Diana and he tells her everything, the truth about her own parents and she feels like she can never look her dad in the eye again. She doesn’t even feel like she can go home again, but when the end of the school year comes up they do have to move out of their dorm rooms and go home, but neither of them have the intention of doing that.

When Barry comes to help her move out, she is gone, most of her stuff is still there but she is gone. Then he hears the same from Diana about her son and everything clicks into place…

They found out the truth.

Zatara has another child besides Zatanna, though not biological. When Zatara’s first wife died and he kidnapped got remarried to his darling, she also had a child, a little boy from a former relationship. The boy may not be his biological child but that boy is his son, so just like Zatanna, he teaches him about the mystic arts.

The boy is practically raised by Zatara as his father, especially when his mother falls into stockholm syndrome, but that just makes the sting so much worse when Zatara puts on the Helmet of Fate to save Zatanna. Sure by the time it happened his son is basically an adult, but it still hurts when his sister comes back home and tells him and his mother what happened. So while Zatanna joins the team and leaves home he is left to struggle with his emotions about what happened.

The young man is cleaning up some of his father’s things to tuck away in boxes because his mother is to grief stricken to even look at them, but then he found some of Zatara’s old journals where he wrote about his darling, when he was too young to remember, and he feels absolutely horrified about what his step father did. He thinks about asking his mother about it but he does not want to bring up any sad memories she might have lingering, and he is not going to ask Zatanna, because his sister is still in pain after what her dad did to protect her.

So he decides it might be best for him to leave so he can make peace with a few things.

He packs up his bags and does not even tell his mother or Zatanna that he is leaving, just leaving a note on the kitchen counter. He travels the world, becoming a mostly self taught magician, besides the few things his father taught him when he was younger. He calls Zatanna or his mother every so often and every time his sister sounds more and more worried, but he reassures her that he is not on a team of superheroes like she is, he is just trying to figure out where he belongs…

But that promise does not last long once he finds out about the rest of the Justice League and their darlings and he is enraged…

Arthur Curry’s son is technically a prince, but really he feels captive in his own home. His father may be half human but his mother is fully human, and so their son is mostly human, so one can imagine how hard it is for him to breathe underwater without some form of assistance. Arthur tried to get his son adapted overtime, but it just became too hard as he got older and he had to rely on assistance to breathe underwater like his mother. He would be the heir to the throne if it was not for having young siblings who were stronger than he was, truly he is not jealous but he is disappointed that he is seen as so fragile for being born into an environment his body mostly does not want to be in. He is hardly let outside just because his body already struggles enough being so deep underwater… he wonders if it would be different on the surface, he’s never been up there before.

By some miracle he convinces his retainers to let him explore, just for an hour or two, but then an hour turns into a day and a day turns into weeks. He feels so much more alive on land, his lungs don’t feel heavy like they are struggling to breathe.

But the Prince of Atlantis going missing is going to cause more than a few people to panic. Including Arthur himself.

With more children of the Justice League going missing they get more worried and stressed and begin a mass search for them if it was not for a certain someone…

Now Bruce Wayne’s daughter I have written about before, she was the vigilante know as Songbird in Gotham, she ran away years ago and in this universe when everything was said and done she went off all on her own, sure she based herself off Black Canary, but with most of the league like this she wants nothing to do with it.

She was the first one to run away from home and not being caught by the Batman is certainly a feat but she is certainly her father’s daughter, so when she hears the news about some of the children of Justice League members going missing because she definitely did not hack their server communications. So she finds each child of the Justice League and she helps them out, because to be honest they all want the same thing.

Setting up a place for everyone to stay safely after tracking them down one by one, she even went all the way to Paris to find Zatara’s son to convince him because he was doing a show there.

So she makes lead lined shirts for little Miss Supergirl so she cannot be found via powers. Then it gets get worse when she does finally get powers and being half Kryptonian hits her hard, especially when she has no one around to teach her how to control them, well almost no one. Luckily she has someone in her corner, who better to teach her than the daughter of the Batman who taught herself how to be a vigilante, it should not be that hard.

Each one wants to either help one of their parents or they straight up are doing this out spite. But trying to piece together a team of the heroes who have next to no idea what they are going to do. But becoming a team to spite their parents turned into them basically stopping villains before their parents do.

Extra things

I love the idea of Clark’s and Bruce’s daughters and Diana’s son be best friends who have never met, like the second the meet each other they just know that they are inseparable. The self trained vigilante, the boy raised by an Amazon, and the half Kryptonian girl. Then the training sessions and teaching Clark’s daughter how to control her newly gained powers almost always turns into just chatting and some sort of shenanigans.

I don’t know why but something about Zatara’s son gaining powers kind of like the Scarlet Witch from the MCU just makes sense to me. Also the idea of Doctor Fate having slight, or heavy, protective tendencies over him while Zatara is the host.

Also I did not put them down here but I also had ideas for Green Arrow’s & Black Canary’s daughter because they would definitely share a darling, and I might write a second part for them and a few others.

Then I also thought about Martian Manhunter and his darling having an adoptive daughter because she is a meta human with telepathic abilities, but then I got reminded of Charles Xavier and thinking that she would be just to similar and now that I am finishing up this post I don’t hate that idea.

[rosemarryheart]

Speedsters are really dangerous.

They are very dog codded though, aren't they?

🥀 Pluck a rose for a request 🥀

Characters: Wally west, Barry Allen, Peter maximoff,

Tw: Abuse, yandere, possessive/obsessive, kidnapping,

Best read with GN reader in mind.

Wally west

Wally was fully aware what he was doing was wrong. He knew you probably didn't like him back, the way your lips frowned, the way your eyes twitched, the way you couldn't even stand too close to him without frowning and demanding Dick to give you another partner.

To Wally, it didn't matter what you were. all that truly mattered was you would be with him. He could take you to another world, he could beat death and make you stay with him. He could run across the world and buy you a fresh French croissant, fresh Japanese mochi, fresh Balut from the Philippines.

He didn't care.

Do whatever you want to him, hit him, spit at him, kick him in the dick.

Just remember, if he wanted too, he would absolutely stop you. He could pick you up and take you to a random island in the middle of nowhere.

Yet he can't help but find you so cute when you're angry.

Maybe he should kidnap someone you're close too.

Barry allen

Barry someone who truly wanted to help people. He didn't want people to suffer the way he did, didn't want people to know what it was like to lose a parent.

Yet you never allowed him to help you: you huffed, you growled, you even snapped. You didn't like him, you made that clear from day one. Even if it didn't make sense to anyone around you.

Yet you had a very valid reason to not like Barry, his eyes always looked at you like you were something more than what you were, like you were his.

He was going to stay by your side, especially when you get into an accident and he's the only one that could help you.

Just.

Just let him take care of everything, alright? You don't have to be a hero anymore. Barry can take care of everything.

Peter maximoff

Peter was fully aware what it was like to be a mutant, he was a lucky one though. He could use his powers and most people would not even realise.

It was perfect to use.

You, for some reason; made him think more. You were a decent person. You didn't discriminate against anything, nor minded the fact he could run past you and the wind would mess up your hair.

Peter hated the fact you were angry at him, you were so nice to him before. He keeps gripping your hands, causing bruises to form at your wrists.

He's stolen so many things with his speed, he can steal your heart too.

[seleneprince]

The Orphans in the Young Justice League universe (show version)as Incorrect Quotes

Robin: "Nice rock."

Wally: "Thanks, Aracne gave it to me."

Aracne: "I threw it at you."

Wally: "Isn't she sweet?"

M'gann: "Remember that old saying. If at first you don’t succeed-"

Red Fury: "Try to pretend it never happened."

Artemis: "What's wrong with you?"

Kaos: "Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of healthy paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression."

Zatanna: "C’mon, we’re gonna love working together!"

Hawk: "Why? We don’t even like living together."

Robin, watching the news: "Uh, someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today."

Nerion: *walks in covered with ink* "Well, maybe the squid was being a dick."

Velocity: "You’d do that for me?"

Wally: "I’d do a lot of things to you."

Velocity: "...you mean ‘for me’?"

Wally: "That too."

Aracne: "God give me patience"

Robin: "Uh, don’t you mean ‘god give me strength?’"

Aracne: "If God gave me strength, you all would be dead."

M'gann: "Your legs are broken but, other than that, you only seem to have psychological problems."

Supernova: "Well, I could’ve told you that."

Executor: "Have you completely lost your minds? "

Conner: "Okay, in our defense..."

Executor: "You have no defense. You're idiots!"

Wally: "That was a big part of our defense."

Kaldur’ahm: "Treat spiders the way you want to be treated."

Red Fury: "Killed quickly and without hesitation."

Conner: "This is a really bad idea."

Kaos: "Stick around. I’m full of bad ideas."

Aracne, to Artemis: "So, what’s up with you and Kid Flash? I’m sensing some tension."

Aracne, talking to Supernova later: "I didn’t sense any tension, I was just looking for some drama and figured those two were a safe bet."

Wally: "No, I'm serious, dude, nothing scares me more than a swarm of bears."

Velocity: "Swarm of bears?"

Wally: "Yeah"

Executor: "Herd of bears"

Wally: "Of course I’ve heard of bears."

Aracne: "Oh my god"

[imjustdelusionalok]

yandere!dc: goddess! darling

ⁱⁿᶠᵒ ᵃᵇᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ۫ ꣑ৎ

darling is a god from another world who just so happens to immigrate into the dc universe after a very long time of probably embodying... well, everything.

firstly having to live for love as a human, and then ending it all to fight for the beauty of life as god.

she is the reason for existence, from the big to the miniscule.

(so basically op goddess reader who has wayyyy too much power in their hands-- ex: nothing can kill them, nothing can put an end to them, etc--)

the least you could do is seal away her powers, but even that would truly not be enough because your only sealing away 0.000000000000001%. (i mean that 💀)

*cough* anyway... aside from goddess reader backstory, lets go to the inspiration <33

she's a mix of Madokami from Puella Magi, HoF Kiana Kaslana from Honkai Impact, and mostly of Ishtar Ashtart/Space Ishtar from Fate Grand Order <3

originally kind and lighthearted after becoming 'God', but as time passes and stars dimmed, she has become... well... neutral. not good, but DEFINITELY not bad. like this!

"let me help you :)" to "...From the dawn of creation. Man has come from the ground not by his hand but mine. go back to the land and return to dust."

summary: lawful, void, alien... yet beautiful, destructive, human.

sooooo. yup.

:p

ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ۫ ꣑ৎ

...she has met the justice league before. because, who in their right minds would ignore the giant falling 'star' that came out of a very visible tear in the sky caused by said celestial body???

dramatically crashing down the surface like a meteorite, you lowkey may have destroyed a 'few' buildings... whoopsies :p

they are surprised. this... girl, no- alien, exudes endless quantity of power, leaking from every blurred pore. it also seems like they might be power themselves...

batman goes bazingas at the amount of destruction caused by your fall leading to an airheaded you getting towed to the JL headquarters and any sort of refusal or fighting back is unallowed. (even tho your more than capable of destroying anything AND everything you still oblige)

though cool as ice, you are so confused deep down. head tilted, vacant expression, the usual from the emotionally detached goddess albeit with a little change. 'what are these humans talking about?' you think, 'what threat?' you think again, unaware that you are the threat being spoken of.

the white slits of the vigilante's mask narrows at your disposition. everything about you seems... off. from your oppressing aura, to the... heavenly allure your blankness brings.

"more alien than the actual alien," a familiar scarlet speedster jokes, in an attempt to lighten the heavy mood. (he failed horribly btw) said alien rolls their eyes and sighs. though he has to admit, you lowkey look kind of cute... but he stops, remembering lois.

once you say your side of the story, they go all shocked pikachu faces again. your a god from another seperate world??? i mean dont get them wrong though, they had their fair share of situations like these, as some dc villains and heroes they know arent even from here originally. but they cant help but feel a bit different about you, something about you makes their soul writhe... and its not in a bad way.

so once B confirms your not a threat despite your extreme potential to act like one, everybody is relieved. you just need a littleeeeeee supervision, thats all :3

and oh look at that, your actually not that bad. your cold demeanor fades once they got to know you, and that void in your eyes is filled with a light comparable to the twilight star's soothing glow— pure, tranquil, and ever so mystifying.

every step you take, life seems to exist and flourish all around you. life heals around you. not only that, but also... them. the dead part of them actually, that died from complications now too complicated to be retold and remembered.

you fill the void they never knew they had, and all their aching scars were no longer painful but tolerable. bearable even, and its all because of you.

at this point, everybody knows how this all plays out. this ordinary tune, twisted into a fanatic's song.

their once innocent admiration has now spoiled into something darker, the more you stay in this world. holy eyes peeked at it, not at them but at the abyss that is their 'love.'

...you were starting to get aware. and a rarity occurred, you were... 'saddened'. for eternities you lived alone, and in an attempt to reconnect with that sliver of humanity you hid and kept, you went here to feel something again. and you did, and you were so successful.

too successful, in fact.

they loved you; so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sooooo much. without you, they would die! :(

and that, in your eyes, is what makes you 'sad'. if your presence drives your beloved mortals to insanity's grip, then you must fly.

fly away from this despair, fly away from this madness.

your 'love' is your undoing, and ultimately also theirs.

their eyes widen as the sky is torn once again, and a familiar star flies back into it, meaning that you--- left. left? left. left? left... left.

something inside them breaks. both hearts any sense of rationality and morality left.

there is no reason to exist without you it seems, and they will do everything just to see you once more, even a second's glimpse.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

...you can't help but feel something you havent felt for a very long time. what was it again, sadness? anxiety? fear? you dont know. the endless rows of your ivory silks flutter even in the slightest movement. something tugs at you, your mind and heart. something tugs at you, telling... that it is far from over.

they call for you, their cries drowned in obsession masquerading as love.

you never answer, as your supposed concern and care for them lessens and your patience dwindles. reality is cruel, but never crueler than you. and that's when you realized it.

...they make your skin crawl. they make you want to vomit. they make you want to scream and cry. they make your ichor run cold. and if they touch you again, you'll--

...huh. who would have thought that was how you truly felt, goddess.