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hal jordan x battinson | sfw

Cw! Older Hal, Younger Bruce Wayne, romantic leaning, DC Justice League War references, slight spoilers to The Batman (2022), headcannons, suggestive content

thank you to the person who requested this. the request got lost in the cosmos :( these two are hilarious to me (especially if it's battinson in particular)

It was simple. Catch the alien that was terrorizing Gotham. Capture him and things would be fine.

Of course things could never be simple for Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern.

He meets face-to-face with Batman. He expected some older man who was all dark and brooding, which he was, but this Batman was young.

He was anxious and honestly very emo.

The younger man was irritating and always telling Hal to get out of his city. Hal was appalled because how dare he.

Batman was inexperienced.

But this was the same Batman that restored faith in Hal's self. He and Batman, or rather Bruce Wayne said they were the most normal on this team of other gods.

Hal admired the young man's stance. Despite all his broody emo behavior the bat proved to be a symbol of hope and justice.

Hal continued his teasing and the name Spooky rang heavy on his tongue, and soon it felt much more adoring than demeaning. The Batman; Bruce Wayne was a shy man who kept to himself and was learning to accommodate Hal's eccentricity.

They didn't know when it happened.

Hal found himself enamored with the younger man who was a wet kitten. His hands were suddenly tracing every mortal scar on the young man's skin.

Batman suddenly felt a surge of love he never felt before. All there was was Alfred after the death of his parents, and that pain and need for vengeance.

Then the Riddler, and now this.

Opened to the city and hope, and now this man; Green Lantern, Hal Jordan proved to be someone who wanted him the most annoying person on earth. But even so, Bruce couldn't deny this feeling for the other.

The solemn darkness of Gotham haunted Bruce like a ghost. He was the darkness, for he was vengeance and Green Lantern was the light. He was the green light across the ocean and shined brightly for Bruce to see.

Rocky. It was was. Bruce and Hal proved to be people most unlikely to become an item and they argued. Silence from the bat and irritation on the guardian's end.

Still, they ended up in the bedroom where every scar was counted and every scar was kissed with such care and gentleness. After years of being touch-starved and used to the pain Bruce cried. The last night he did it was alone after Alfred got hurt due to his actions.

Every good thing wasn't desevering of him. He wasn't deserving of it.

The Green Lantern's guilt was astronomical. For he was chosen and that belief wavered. Did he even know what he was doing? Then Hal found himself being approached with comforting words. Hesitant kisses. A pale body of scars and fear against his.

Never again would neither of them feel inferior. They were normal in the most human way.

The Batman was costume, even if Brucie was mask just as Bruce Wayne was too.

Green Lantern was the ring. Without it; Hal Jordan was all that was left.

Darkness and light together. Warping beautifully the two joined in bed. Tanned body above another with the most humorous and comforting words ever. The caressing of skin and those damn butterfly kisses.

So sweet and intoxicatingly addictive. Bruce wouldn't stand it, and he let it happen. Hal wouldn't leave him alone, ever again.

Can you write a fluff peace about Ranpo and child Reader trying to play a prank on Fukuzawa. Fukuzawa notices what their doing but plays along anyway to see his kids laugh.

DOUBLE TROUBLE

fukuzawa & ranpo & reader | sfw

cw! child reader, gn! reader, all platonic relationships

thank you for the request. this is such a cute prompt

"Ranpo!"

You giggled as he put his index finger on his lips signaling you to be quiet. His lips formed into a big and cheeky smile.

Mischief was loud in his eyes as he grabbed your hand gently and pushed the door open to find Fukuzawa in his office.

Currently the vacant office of there's only consisted of you two and Fukuzawa.

"C'mon!"

With the soft click of the door Ranpo pulled you along. You laughed as he made you follow him. Both of you ultimately cracked up into giggles as you two went down the steps of the office.

Fukuzawa looked up from his desk and looked towards his desk. The door that was closed had those two kids he saved those many years ago.

They had something planned. A soft smile spread to his face hearing such giggles.

The exact plan you guys had was devious. While the president was out of the office, everyone else like the main detective was off on missions.

Unbeknownst to him, the other workers were onto it too, and they gladly participated. Light fun that no doubt would make even the stoic President crack a small smile.

"Grab the bubble wrap!" Ranpo opened the president's door to his office. A sublime office that was clean and honorable of a man like Fukuzawa.

The only way Fukuzawa had any idea was because of the hoarding of bubble wrap in your room. The man had been taking care of you for a time and it wasn't hard to find things you were trying to hide.

You hadn't been on the streets long enough to develop that skill.

Plus he heard you rambling about it to Yosano who came to visit.

"Got it!" You brought mountains of bubble wrap rolls which made Ranpo grin widely. He patted your head gently, "Good job!" You visibly brightened at the praise.

It was then that you guys got to work.

To the desk to the chair was covered in the stuff. As you did Ranpo gave you candy after candy. A rare chance any agency member; and you happened to be an exception.

Fukuzawa could hear the shuffling. The numerous interns and such watched with bated breath. They saw a soft yet faint smile on his face. Hearing you and Ranpo scurry about as you did your prank.

He heard the two of you stop moving at the sound of his feet stopping at the door. A chuckle was stuck in his throat as he imagined you and Ranpo standing there wide eyed.

When opening the door he found bubble wrap around the furniture in his office and no you or Ranpo in sight.

His eyes drifted to the desk where a chair was slightly more put than normal. His smile threatened to become bigger.

"Ranpo." His voice was deep with softness and familiarity. He heard a squeak and then a hush. He said your name gently and it wasn't hard to hear your voice hitch.

"Shhh!"

You giggled in response. Another hush was followed with, and then groaned from the younger man.

Fukuzawa pulled the chair out to find Ranpo against the wall of the desk and you pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around you and sharing that same childish look.

"Hi!" You giggled brightly. Fukuzawa mentally clutched his heart at your cuteness.

"President." Ranpo was pouting and it was just as cute. Fukuzawa might as well died right there.

"You got me. Very creative." He was a man of simple words. Fukuzawa was impressed even if he knew that they were up to something.

Ranpo whined, as he could see that the older man knew, but he remained smiling seeing you happily clap that he was surprised by your bubble wrapping prank.

Fukuzawa loved his kids. You two along with the rest of the agency were his kids.

He watched with a faint smile of you gleefully cheer with Ranpo who was albeit sulking under the surface that he figured it out.

He runs his fingers through your hair and feels scabs on your scalp from wounds, he didn't know you got. He doesn't remember you getting hurt and is now very worried.

You didn't want him to know.

Reader x any bsd character you want.

🎀"LITTLE BAMBI EYES"🎀

chuuya nakahara x reader | sfw

cw! implied/referenced abuse, romantic relationship, descriptions of injury, friends to lovers, abuse from an ex lover, gn! reader, hurt comfort

thank you for the request! this felt very fitting for chuuya so I hope you liked this rendition!

It wasn't hard for you not notice how he stilled. Chuuya's fingers lingered atop your head.

Dread seeped in your chest, and the underlining anxiety was laced in your stomach. Eyes watering as you remembered how it happened.

That push to the cabinet. The bruises on your back ached. How that god damn glass bottle came crashing down on your head. The neighbor from across the hall breaking in and taking them down.

Blood gushing and dirtying your head. The neighbor calling the police as his wife held you; comforting you as you cried. Trying to clean your bleeding head.

Never did you tell Chuuya. You're best friend, who was in the damn mafia. Easily you could have told him, and they would have been taken care, but you were too sweet for that.

Neither did you want to bother Chuuya with it.

You dealt with the situation on your own. For days at a time you recovered and spent time with Chuuya when he had the time. Never did he mention it.

The court date echoed in the back of you mind. Having to face them and confront them for they had done.

Chuuya had long ago told you they weren't good for you. You refused his offer of help. You didn't wish to burden him.

His gloved fingers felt the pressure of scabs on your scalp. Hues looking down to see the paint redness and brown of healing marks and dried blood.

In doing so you curled up to avoid his appointing gaze. Your name was said quietly. His voice careful but there was the tone of anger and worry. Angry at who did this to you, and the worry for you.

You said nothing. You're body scottimg away from him. He allowed it and stared at you as you did so.

The TV blared loudly. The blanket on the couch was used to hide your self. Instinctively you reached for your head. An itch from was strong.

You should have left him earlier-

"Hey don't do that." His bigger hands stopped the hand to your scalp. Your face embedded into the blanket, refusing to look at him.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. Tears flooding down your face. You went to pull your hair but once again he caught your wrists inside him gloved hands. "Stop that."

Your name on his tongue was velvety and gentle. So much kinder than them. "What happened?" Darkness leaked out like water in a broken glass vase. Seeping out in small amounts.

It's up to you stop him from bursting out, and ruining the beautiful wooden table.

You whimpered. Softly you recounted the events of what happened to you. The court date and how terrified you were. Never wanting to burden him with your problems, especially him saying they were bad for you.

You didn't listen.

You had your reasons for staying, but either way he had told you.

Now, look where it lead you.

Hands cupped your face. Leather fabric ruffling as it crunched up. Chuuya's face serious with the fiercest loyalty. "Don't be sorry. Don't blame yourself."

Despite his small frame his embrace was warm. His very hold was overpowering. His short height seemingly bigger than ever. You were small now, and he protected you like a wolf protected its cub.

"Chuuya...But..."

His gloved hand draped over your head and felt those scabs. His leather fingers caught the residue of dried blood from scratching, picking, and pulling.

"You poor thing. Dollface, don't do this. Don't hurt yourself." You've never seen him so soft for you.

He pulled away. Holding your shoulders firm. Worry and concern with loyalty in his hold. Redness in his face. A beating loud heart in both his and yours.

He had harbored his feelings for the longest time.

You held yours, but never left for him. The fear of them doing something to him, if possible, and anyone else scared you. They would follow you to the deepest hell just to torture you.

"I'll be there. At court and be there for you." A head pat to your head. "To be your strength, and you'll stand strong. I know you can."

Tears were shed from you. Your eyes were head. Fat and hot, similar to the blood gushing from your head.

You clung to him. Feeling smaller than ever, but also loved. Chuuya held you close. His heartbeat loud in your eyes as you cried.

Kissing your forehead and rubbing your back.

"I'll be here always. No matter what happens."

A friend suggested I keep him shirtless, so shirtless he is.

Have some very mild Jhin vent art.

21st May, 2022

After a considerable amount of time and effort, both Don’t Starve Original characters: Warrick, and Luka Woodsmann (Woodsmann belonging to @stain-is-the-name​; in the style of the Dance of The Flowers skin.

Originally the Dance of The Flowers was made by @/teethcake,  their original workings of the real DS cast can be found here. It is a beautiful set, and I feel particularly honoured that the first art I have done of these OCs is based on the ideas of such a wonderful artist. July 14th 2020

Judge me if you must, but I think this is a cute head canon.

Morticia(Mortarion) is super grunge, sure, but i can totally see her after an isolating and stressful day leading a gruesome atrition campaign, settling down with her colouring book, plushy and playing old holotapes of some mindless imperial propaganda cartoon(think old loony toons)

This may not be a popular way to unwind, but it's her's.

Petroleua my beloved clown baby

update boyfrien d pet me yesterday #win

google how do i get my boyfriend to call me a dog . hwo do i get my boyfrienf to pet me. How to puppydog