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.
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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.
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.
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)
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Short and sweet prompt for you: flambert saying, “I love you,” to each other for the first time. Can be at the same time or can be different moments.
When he looks back at it, Robert will realize that he said 'I love you' to Flambae on multiple occasions before he ever looked him in the eyes to do so.
The very first one he can remember is when the man managed to stall something in his Firebird and called on Robert for help. At 3 am. While completely plastered on the side of the club. Of course Robert came, ubering over in nothing but his sweats and a tank top, slides on his feet, and hair messy. He buried himself under the hood with the phone held precariously in his mouth to be able to use the flashlight and his hands both. When that wasn't enough, the drunk man was beckoned over for assistance. The more Robert's phone wobbled in Flambae's unsteady hand the more frustrated Robert became. Finally, he snapped. "Flambae, I swear to God, I love you, but if you don't keep that light steady neither one of us is getting out of here anytime soon!"
The light stayed steady. Robert Jerry rigged a solution in the next 5 minutes and drove Flambae home to sleep it off. He crashed on the couch.
The next time Robert could recall was during a battle. Well, in the aftermath of one. Another day, another Kaiju wrecking the local marina, rocking expensive boats and shareholders' hearts. Mecha Man and Flambae were jointly dispatched to take care of the nuisance and were doing a pretty good job of it until they weren't. Until Flambae thought that a burning supernova missile was the way to go to deal with the beast and almost got himself smashed into the ocean for his efforts. Robert barely caught him in the mech's large palms, slowing down his momentum and cradling the pyrokinetic to his metal chest plate. " Dammit, I love you but never do this again!" He yelled at the other man, lifting him up to pop the hatch and assess the damage for himself. Flambae just shook it off and went back to fighting after a moment of peace, sending Robert a grin and a blown raspberry. If he heard Robert, he didn't comment on it. Kaiju went back in the ocean once Chase sent them Waterboy as backup, convinced to turn around with a concentrated beam of water that apparently did the job better than metal and fire did.
There are more times following those. Most often it's after Flambae does something dumb and Robert feels himself overcome with frustrated affection. Sometimes, it's when the whole team crashes together post-shift, sprawled in one member's or another's living room, Robert usually pressed up next to Flambae's warmth. He can recall more than a few times burying his face in a solid juncture between the man's arm and chest, shamelessly cuddled up to him. Words slip out without any conscious effort, lost in the snores and the darkness of the room. "Mmm... So warm... Love it, love you..."
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Flambae is, despite what many people think, not an idiot. He can be observant. He can pick up on clues. He can tell when someone's saying something as a joke or when they're being genuine. Usually. So why the fuck does it take him so long to realize that Robert has been casually telling him loves him for months now?? And why does it take Prism making fun of their non-existent dating to point that out??
"Bae, are you giving Robert anything for Valentine's?" She asks as the pink hearts start to fill the stores and aggressively nice commercials advertising heart shaped diamond pendants start appearing on the break room TV. Flambae startles, almost dropping the stick of special adhesive that ensures his suit doesn't gape more than it's designed to. His head whips towards the woman sprawled on the couch with an incredulous expression.
"Why would I get him anything?" He demands, turning to face her. Prism lifts an eyebrow and tilts her shades down her nose. "Man's been in love with you for months, keeps telling you he loves you. You really should either buy him a valentine's gift and rail him or put him out of his misery and just tell him you're not interested. It's cruel enough that you keep ignoring it", she points out. Flambae's worldview shifts and lightly shutters. His hands grip the table and burning eyes nail Prism on the spot.
"What. Do you mean. He keeps telling me he loves me?" Calmly demands the pyrokinetic. And gets promptly blown away when the woman recounts all the times she can recall Robert slotting an 'I love you' into their conversations. It's a lot. It's a lot more often than you might dismiss as friendly teammate communication. It's...
"Holy shit..."
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The first time Flambae tells Robert that he loves him is approximately 5 minutes after his conversation with Prism is over and her cackling dies down to reasonable levels, as she realizes her best friend was a dumbass and not a cruel man stringing along a hapless dispatcher. The pyrokinetic missile launches himself at the man in question in the bullpen, knocking Robert down gently but with the power of a bull in a china shop. He peppers the baffled man in kisses, perched on top of him, Dari and Spanish falling off his lips.
Robert, overwhelmed but delighted, is not sure what's going on but is very receptive to the onslaught of affection, laughing quietly in-between kisses. "Flambae, w-wait, wait. What is going on?" he manages to squeeze in, putting his hands on the muscular chest in front of him and forcing the other to pause his kiss-sault.
His answer is a smile that wouldn't look out of place on a cat that just caught its first canary. "Bitch, you love me" states Flambae, and Robert nods like it's a given. "Well, I love you too. We're dating now," he adds. Then, promptly almost swallows his tongue when Robert, calm as ever, inquisitively tilts his head to the side with a questioning expression.
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?"
When a whumpee who has a track record of hiding injuries and frustrating everyone by being so unnecessarily secretive genuinely doesn't realize they're hurt this time. When the injury gets revealed everybody's automatically mad, assuming they were hiding it like they always do, and it just makes them shut down and feel even worse
