#Icicle Jr. x you

[lovelymel]

❛ 𝓑urning 𝓛ove ❜

yj!kid flash x gn!reader

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a/n :: your honor i love him i love wally west

warnings :: none i think

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“what are you listening to?”

wally’s words were teasing as he passed by your room in mount justice. you kept your door open as this time of day was often filled with crime. an alarm was sure to sound any minute.

“it’s elvis! why?” you raised a brow.

“elvis? you listen to elvis?” wally laughed.

you grinned, “i do. what’s wrong with elvis?”

“nothing’s wrong with elvis,” he laughed, “grandma.”

by now, wally was sitting on your bed, just relaxing with you until a bank robbery or something like that happened. he held a comic book in his hand, fixed on the sound of your voice and the panels of zombies.

“i am not a grandma.” you frowned, tossing a pillow at his face.

unfortunately, he caught it and placed it under his head, sinking down and continuing to read his comic. “you’re the one listening to elvis, babe.”

babe. he called you that all the time, but artemis and m’gann said he called any attractive person that. still, it made you heat up. you liked being called babe, but you kept this to yourself.

you ignored the nickname, “okay, fine, what do you listen to then?”

he sat his comic book down and brought in his speaker into the room, taking him only two seconds. “led zeppelin, van halen, guns n’ roses. pick one.”

“play a zeppelin song when elvis is done.” you smiled.

soon enough, a guitar wailed. it was a popular song. you looked back at him as he air guitar-ed like jimmy page.

you tossed yet another pillow at wally, causing him to knock over on the bed a little this time, “good pick. is whole lotta love your favorite or something?”

“yep. best led zeppelin song. the only thing that beats it is the whole lotta love i have for you.”

“oh really?” you fluttered your eyes.

“i can’t tell if you’re joking,” wally let out an awkward chuckle.

“i can’t ever tell if you’re joking,” you said.

he scooted closer to you, his jaw agape. he got up and paused the music, looking at you with his full attention. “are you serious?”

“about what?”

“the joking thing,” he said, “because i thought i was making it obvious that i have a thing for you.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded, “i’m positive. ever since i saw you for the first time kicking icicle jr’s butt i knew i liked you.”

“well, maybe i like you too.” you said, patting the bed for him to sit down next to you.

he was promptly by your side, music playing softer this time around.

“would you wanna go on a date with me later? sometime? maybe?” he asked.

feeling a new wave of courage, you planted a kiss on his cheek, “of course.”

both of you two began to lean in closer. wally moved his hand to your chin, lifting your face to meet his. before your lips connected, the alarm finally blared throughout the mountain.

“we’re so finishing that after the mission.”

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#Spotify #kid flash x reader #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #wally west #wally west x you #wally west x reader #kid flash #young justice #young justice x reader #young justice imagines #x you #x you fluff #x y/n #x reader #fluff fanfiction #fluff fic #robin x reader #robin #artemis #miss martian

[rose-of-many-colors]

Icicle Jr. x Female Vampire Reader headcanons

Junior was definitely scared of you at first

Thought you were gonna drain him of his blood

You thought he was cute for being scared of you

Junior developing a crush on you after saved him from Superboy

You asked Junior out first

No way he could say no to you, you basically saved his life

FLIRTING

Flirting 24/7, which annoys the other Onslaught members

Psimon being the most desturbed since he can hear your's and Junior's thoughts

Junior allowing you to drink his blood even though it gives you brain freeze

You and Junior going on double dates with M'gnn and Conner but at night since the sun gives you burns

Him calling you his Vampire and any other name he can think of

You calling him Freezerpop and Popcicle

Junior hating those names but deals with them because he loves you

His dad being low key terrified of you but trying to hide it

The other Ice Villians being just as scared

The Justice babies being more scared since you are faster and stronger than their fastest and strongest members(Kid Flash, and Superboy)

Junior being protective over you since yalls enemies can use your weakness against Onslaught

#icicle jr. x reader #icicle jr x reader #young justice x reader

[goldenrayedlily]

could i maybe request icicle jr x hero!reader where they have to keep their relationship a secret because the reader is on the team? sorry if that was confusing 😭

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icicle jr. — two can keep a secret.

©️goldenrayedlily 2022

babes i have got you + völva is a nordic version of a witch,, not what you’re thinking of 👩🏻‍💻 forgive me if it sucks, literally has been a while since i’ve written. also check out my new blog girlyghosty where i’ll be writing for telltale’s the walking dead only (if it doesn’t show let me know)

tw: cursing

“völva!” aqualad’s voice rang out through your comm, your attention focusing on him as you muttered a spell underneath your breath. “capture icicle jr.! he’s escaping — we cannot let him go! he has information on the light!”

“of course.“ you nodded though he couldn’t see you.

so you began your chase after icicle jr., the boy sending icicle after icicle at you while you dodged. he laughed when he noticed how one of them sliced your open shoulder, causing a wound to appear and blood to spill out.

you couldn’t let that stop you. so after saying a quick healing spell you cornered the boy in a room, a panicked look on his face as he realized he had messed up when you blocked the door with some vines that broke through the floor. you took the comm out of your ear, turning it off.

icicle jr. watched with anxiety filing his body as you stepped forward, your hand raising in the air as he prepped himself for a fight. he knew about you. the light knew about you.

(y/n). also known as völva, a descendant of that norse goddess freya. a powerful witch, although with such power came such consequences. like the fact that you tend to have… questionable choices and emotions.

“you son of a bitch!” cameron winced with laughter as you smacked his shoulder. “you know how fucking hard and painful it is for me to do healing spells on myself! and you go and shoot me with an icicle!“

cameron kissed you with a smile on his face, his favorite way to shut you up when you began your scolding. you smiled into the kiss. he always did taste like peppermint, weirdly enough.

this relationship between you and cameron hasn’t been active for that long, only three months, but they were the best three months ever.

he treated you nice (nicer then most of the team treated you unfortunately) and he wanted nothing more to treat you to a real date, something that you’d like. he wants to show you off, to prove that he can score something so beautiful like you.

but he can’t. you can’t either.

he was a villain and you were a hero. two people on opposite sides of a battlefield. it was a secret that hurt you more then him.

“i’m willing to risk it.” you whispered, cameron almost didn’t hear it. “i feel so good when i’m with you.”

cameron couldn’t ask that of you. “i like our secret. makes me feel… special. ‘sides, not like it matters much.”

you didn’t know if he meant the relationship or the fact that you two were a secret. but it hurt when he said that. it hurt you and it hurt him. it did matter. it mattered when you came crying to him on how you get teased for ignoring advances, how you frown everytime you notice one of the girl’s getting dressed up for dates, how they’re spoiled by gifts or even acts of affection.

“okay.” and that broke your heart.

#icicle jr x reader #young justice x reader #dc villains #dc comics #cameron mahkent

[lazypanartist]

Prologue

A Rose By Any Other Name

Would Feel As Frigid

Icicle Jr (Cameron Mahkent) x Reader

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Warnings: mentions of underage smoking and drinking, other questionable activities, theft, and the American school system

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It was meant to be a form of punishment, we had all been told.

A quelling of our rebellious spirits. A way to show us where we'd end up in a few years. Some semblance of justice for the school, giving them a way to save face.

"The Delinquents", myself included, and a student photographer sat on the bus with a handful of teacher chaperones and a Belle Reve guard, who was giving a lecture on the importance of this trip. "It'll give you kids a lesson, really! Gettin' into the minds of these criminals.. it'll be hell for y'all, and they'll enjoy it!"

Still.. as the massive building loomed in the middle distance, all I could feel was excitement. Everyone else was here on "bigger things" - "inappropriate conduct", fighting, smoking, and drinking at last weekend's school dance.

Me?

Well, I wasn't exactly well known for following directions. And when a locked door says "Keep Out"..

The poor photographer looked absolutely miserable in the seat beside me, fingers anxiously flitting across the settings.

"Sorry about that."

He jolted as he turned my way, brow furrowing before they went back to work.

I hadn't meant to break the damned thing! Just see how it worked..

Turns out the school didn't like me "finding the closet open", or otherwise getting my hands on one of their precious wastes of taxpayer dollars. It probably didn't help that the yearbook was trying to find last-minute additions for their little project..

Still. They figured a group of up-and-coming, doomed to fail criminal kids should meet some of the biggest names in the biz? Not just state, but nationally acclaimed criminals were in Reve, meant to keep the public safe.

And they were bringing ten civies in; two teachers, seven delinquents , and a photographer; without any additional security.

In hindsight, our school was stupid and had too much funding for their own good. Ben Franklin High might have been the pinnacle of Louisiana's education system, but their security's a joke. As were their punishments, apparently.

"The goal with this", I jumped as the guard's voice pulled me from my thoughts, "is to show you how criminals are made. You have to talk with 'em, get to know 'em over a couple'a visits. See what made 'em criminals. And try and better yourselves so you don't end up someplace like Belle Reve."

As the gate lifted, the guard stood in the middle of the aisle, hands bracing on two adjacent seats as he faced us.

"Welcome, delinquents, to Belle Reve Penitentiary."

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Next

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[hopefulfuturenovelauthor]

Psyche

Cameron Mahkent/Icicle jr x reader (not particularly romantic)

I made this old of a quote generator really late at night. The quote was “You think I'm being paranoid but the truth is I'm worth a lot more to her dead than alive.”

I did not read this through so probable grammar mistakes and as always please do not copy my work, thanks! also may write a part two, but let me know if that interests you or not, bye!

aprox 1,000 words

warnings: knocked unconscious, chained, captured/kidnapped, I think that is it.

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“You think I'm being paranoid but the truth is I'm worth a lot more to her dead than alive,” you called out to the group of villains leaving you behind.

“Not you,” Psimon said, pushing back the ice villain and shutting the door.

The frosty metahuman huffed and crossed his arms with a pout on his face. The chains shackling you would typically be useless in holding you back, but the meta-blocking handcuffs were keeping your abilities at bay. 

“Did you not hear me? I said-”

“We know what you said, toots. Something about paranoia yada yada and death. We just don’t care,” the smirk on his face was sinister, but the emotion didn’t reach his eyes.

“Please, she will destroy everything. She can control the minds of men, you recognize that that includes you right?” you tried to reason with him.

“Just shut up already. Nobody here cares. Come on, babe, just sit pretty and stop complaining.”

“You will regret this. Do you have any idea who I am? This will mean war-” the air thicken as the crystalline ice flew past your head and into the wall behind you, strong enough to stick into the stone instead of shattering.

“I said shut up,” his annoyance was what you needed.

“Never in a million years,” you challenged.

“Ugh, do you ever just listen,” he flung another icicle your way, aiming just beneath the one he had previously thrown.

You moved slightly, jousting the chains enough to move your hands in front of the projectile. The icicle went straight through the middle of the cuffs, which immediately released your hands. The scrape of the metal against your skin hurt, but the slight blood from the trick was entirely worth it.

The chains around you no longer clutched to your body and instead, encompassed his figure. He lifted his hands to freeze the chains but you held out your own hands and kept him in place.

“What the hell?!” he shook trying to remove the chains unable to use his cyrokinises. You stood up from your place and walked past him to check the door. Peeking your head out you stared into the empty hallway. You closed the door again and moved to stand in front of the temporarily contained criminal.

“Hi there,” you smiled brightly at the man-boy in front of you, “I won’t waste time with all of my names and titles, but I desperately need to get out of this country, so all you need to know is that the League of Assassins, Lex Luther, Slade, and, including, but not limited to, Batman. Yes the Batman, will be looking for me. So I require some sort of radio or communicator, which I assume you have something like that, and if you don’t I know for certain you know who in your group would have access to one.”

“You think this can hold me?” he asked. With a chuckle you held up your hand and squeezed it, tightening the chains.

“Look, I don’t have to play nice. It’s just better for you if you cooperate. I’d hate to ruin that pretty little brain of yours,” you tapped his head.

“You think my brain is pretty?” he cooed.

“It looks fine, as nice as any other. But it would look better splattered against the floor with the rest of your body on the opposite side of the room,” you smiled.

“Uh- huh, uh yeah, yeah, last I checked Psimon um has a radio or something like that. I think,” he stuttered, trying to briskly wriggle free.

“Oh, sweetheart, nothing you do in here is going to help you with that,” you cradled his head in your hands, “see you in the real world, Cameron.”

Everything shifted. The chains that had once seemed to surround you both at some point were pushed aside. Cameron had no time to adjust to the changes before you hit him in the face. He staggered back holding his jaw. He looked up at you, freed from the chains he had let you out of without knowing. 

“How the hell? I never- my name- you!” his hands bolted toward you releasing ice without holding back. 

You moved easily, avoiding the blast. Gliding past the ice, you aimed at his knee with your foot. Cameron fell forward, kneeling before you. Your hand found his jaw and moved his head so he would look at you. 

“I’m not a person you can beat, Cameron. I can fight you here,” you extend your freed hand, gesturing to the room, “or I can fight you here,” you moved it to tap his head again. “I don’t want to be your enemy. But I can be if you make me. So choose, because I can either destroy you or beat you up a little. Your choice.”

“If I let you go, I’ll be done for.”

“Sweatheart, if you choose to fight me you’ll be worse than done for. Even Psimon should be afraid of me, is afraid of me. He just doesn’t know I’m me yet. So please reconsider fighting me. I don’t actually want to hurt you,” you offered mercy one last time.

“If- they’ll end me,” he cried out.

“Then join me,” you said extending your hand.

“Yeah, like a trust you,” he retreated from your touch and stood up from his crouched position.

“I’ve been in your head, Cameron. It isn’t hard for anyone with half a brain to recognize you don’t like it here as much as you say you do. You’re bored, tired, exhausted, over this. You can’t lie to me.”

“I- no.”

“Fine,” you said, “let me know if you change your mind.”

“I won-” you hit him one last time, knocking him out. You kneeled down beside him and placed your hands on his temples, passing on the psychic message, a way to find you if he wished. You stood up and left him there, escaping from those that had taken you, without suspicion that anything had even happened.

#cameron mahkent #cameron mahkent x reader #young justice #young justice x reader #quote prompt #x reader #icicle jr x reader #icicle jr. x reader #icicle jr

[sk8erbi]

how many heroes have you needed to say the words 'stop being gross to my brother' to? over 10? who are the worst offenders?

the third kid flash/the flash two

tempest

arsenal

the first wonder girl

starfire

zatanna

huntress

the second batgirl/oracle

beast boy

midnighter

harley quinn, i do not care that you said heroes

inertia

john constantine

icicle jr.

supergirl

jimmy olsen

huntress

red x

do

you

want

me

to

go

on

#i will expand this list if you simp for nightwing publicly and that is a threat #ic

[daniellarusso]

Stargirl question! If you have to choose one square off between ISA characters and JSA characters (or JSA vs JSA characters) that are unconventional (not Cameron vs Rick or Yolanda or Courtney vs Cindy) what would you pick and why?

courtney vs cameron! i would love to see them parallel the stargirl x icicle jr fight in smallville. a less cringey version, of course. i would hate to hear cameron say "anyone up for some ice cream" lol. i think a square off with the two of them is realistic, especially with where the season is headed. i'd also like to see courtney vs sylvester. i can already sense that the two of them will clash this season due to their differences in morals. plus, only one can wield the staff. and that person is courtney :) sorry, sylvester.

#as you can tell courtney is my favorite character #so honestly any square off with her and someone else would be interesting to me #but i'd also think a square off between pat and sylvester would be interesting as well! #stargirl #ask

[chibsandchill]

Effervescent

Chapter 8: A peek into the future

Tsu'tey x OC

Effervescent masterlist

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"Did he like the flowers?" Alva asked. "I heard babies like vibrant colors."

Miles jr cooed from his place in his mother's lap, a bundle of large neon blue petals held tight in his chubby fists.

"I think that's a yes." Paz Socorro chuckles. "Ain't that right, Miles? You like the pretty flowers?"

Paz and Miles share a standard sized room, perhaps the bathroom was a little bigger and the fridge a little taller but otherwise it was just the same as Alva's. Not one for sentimentality, Paz had little decorations apart from little trinkets Miles had created or picked up, some jewelry from Earth and a sonogram of baby Miles. Alva smiles at the image of little bean-shaped Miles, so much smaller than the absolute giant of a baby he was now. He had grown quick, a little progeny in the making with all the learning resources a budding genius could ever wish for.

The bedroom door is closed. It always is when Alva comes to visit, but she knows Paz keeps all of her personal things in there as well as the badly put together cot that she helped build. Alva briefly wonders what else Paz is hiding there.

"Can I hold him?"

"Oh? You want to-" Paz' hands froze where she was tickling the child on his stomach. Miles is laughing and writhing in her hold, red-faced and oh-so-adorable. "Absolutely. Just remember to support his neck."

Alva accepted the baby with sweaty hands, doing her best to give Paz a smile, though it wavered and shook as Miles settled in her lap. He was so soft, and squishy and she was so stunned by him that she almost forgot to adjust her arm so his head fell into the crook of her arm. He was all fatty folds and wide smiles and pale blue eyes staring right through her. A bundle of innocence and bubbling laughs freely given without fear of judgment.

"He's so pretty," Alva breathed out, holding her breath in fear that it would hurt him. Fragile as he is, soft skull and even softer bones. "Hard to believe half of him is Quaritch." Miles' face scrunched at the words and she laughed at the sight. "Now I see it. That frown is all him."

If Paz reacted to her words, Alva didn't see it. She was too engrossed in memorizing every little bit of Miles' face, wholly convinced she had never seen a cuter baby than the one she was currently holding. He had a mole next to his lips and another just above his elbow. He must've been napping before Alva interrupted the two based on the criss-cross pattern matching Paz's knitted sweater on his left cheek. She traced the mark, giggling when little baby Miles caught her finger in one of his hands.

"He's very strong." Alva said.

"Yeah, that's also from Miles." Paz said. "He'll grow up to be a good soldier."

The room felt cold.

"A soldier?" She asked, voice no higher than a whisper.

"Just like his father." Paz confirmed. "He's got big boots to fill but I don't doubt that he'll be twice the man his father is."

Alva looked down on Miles. The cute lines now reminded her of wrinkles, the blue of sharpened icicles and the grip suffocating. She looked into his eyes but it wasn't him that she was seeing. Alva's grandfather had never gotten to hold her like this, like Quaritch got to hold his son.

"I-" Alva stammered, pulling her finger back from Miles' grip. "I have to get going now. It was lovely seeing you both."

There wasn't much grace to be found in the way Alva pushed Miles into his mother's arms, ignoring the stunned look on her face before she left. Alva didn't look back.

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Despite the early hour, Alva found Max pouring over another stack of research papers and dimly lit screens. He was dressed in yesterday's clothes and his hair was slick with grease and his face glistened with sweat, or tears. The several cups of cheap coffee suggested he had been here for several hours already.

"Hi." Alva broke the silence, padding into the room.

Max is visibly startled, only narrowingly avoiding dropping the PDA in his hand. "Oh! Good morning, Alva. I must've missed breakfast."

"I brought you one of those wrapped sandwiches." She said, "it's not much but figured you'd be hungry."

He smiled. "Yeah," he chuckled, "losing track of time does that to you. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Alva walked over to where he sat with the sandwich in hand. Some of the plastic wrap had gotten caught in her rings so there was a small hole right next to a slice of pale cheese. Max nodded with a smile as Alva handed it over, hands curling around her stomach when he took it.

"You're early today." He said as he started unwrapping it. Max took a big bite. "The others won't be here for another hour. Officially it's a debrief for Jake but my guess is it's a lecture."

"Yeah," she agreed. "She started it at breakfast, but I think deep down she's impressed."

"Maybe. Anyway, thank you for the food. I won't keep you any longer. Hop down to your link unit and I'll patch you through." Max swept some of the breadcrumbs off his long coat.

"Thank you." She said and began walking down the stairs leading to the units.

"No problem." Max called.

Her link unit whirred to life and the screens flickered on to display the live footage of the inside, the readings of her vitals and misc information. She opened it with ease, but stopped short.

"I visited Paz today."

"Oh?" Max hummed. "Did it not go well?"

"No, uh, it went fine." Alva muttered, but Max seemed to hear her words regardless. "I gave Miles some flowers. He seemed to like them."

"That's nice of you. I'm sure she appreciated it."

"I guess. I kind of ran off." Alva admitted, tracing the imprint of her body in the soft blue gel. "She started talking about Miles' future."

"She wants him to be a soldier." Max concluded. "Did it surprise you? Both she and Quaritch are born and bred military dogs. With parents like that he'd be good at it. Too good, maybe."

"No, that's not-" Alva shook her head, unable to properly voice the tumultuous thoughts roaring around her head like a hurricane. "It didn't surprise me. I just hadn't thought about it before. He's so small and cute. It's hard to imagine him growing up to be just like his dad."

She screwed her eyes shut as phantom pain tore through the scar on her abdomen, and the bang of a gun followed closely behind. Though her eyes were shut to this world, it did not stop the ice blue eyes of her nightmares from staring into hers, nor the unnatural warmth of his grasp from burning her shoulders.

She didn't know what was worse, remaining in his grip or the manner in which her mind ripped her free from him. It wasn't just the man, his soldiers and him that disappeared, not just the rotten smell or the sound of guns being fired, or the soft pop of brains smashed, it was the cool gel under her the pads of her fingers, the sound of Max working, and the smell of the various plants kept in the room next door. A different sort of warmth awaited her, one of sunshine and clouds as soft as silk.

Alva barely managed to pull herself free of that too, though she did not want to. The artificial light of the room burned her eyes.

The clicking of keys stopped and Max looked up at her from over the many screens. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She breathed out. "I just need... just need to take my medication."

Her hands shook as she rummaged through the deep pockets of her dress before her fingers managed to hook around the container. Alva opened it and poured out two stark white pills. They glared up at her, judging her, as did the name scribbled on the paper wrapped around it. Alva Selfridge.

"Do you need me to get something? Someone? I can comm Grace?"

Alva shook her head. "No, it's fine."

She swallowed the pills with a few gulps of water.

"Okay. I'm ready now."

"Are you sure?" Max asked. "Maybe you should wait a little."

She laid down in the machine. "No, I'm going in now. Don't tell my brother about this."

"But I have to docu-"

"Now, Max." Alva sighed. "I'll talk to Parker tonight. If I don't go now the Na'vi will notice what I'm wearing and we both know there won't be any later if they do."

Max sighed but obeyed the order. The clicking of keys resumed and Alva shut the upper lid of the unit, doing her best to make her mind go blank. The usual peace she felt at laying there was lost, ripped away as she swallowed those pills. The gel was too soft, the ridges too hard – digging into the soft flesh of her arms and legs –, and nothing felt right. Something was dulled, missing.

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Alva woke up with a loud gasp.

"You sleep like the dead." A distant voice drawled from next to her. "It is unnatural."

She turned her head to face the voice. Tru'iel sat cross legged on the branch next to the swaynivi, face set in stone but there was tension around her eyes that spoke of how unsettled she was. Her hair looked to be freshly braided, not a single strand out of place from the bundle of braids. They had been pulled away from her face by a piece of woven twine.

"Sorry."

"Neyta thought you were dead when she tried to wake you."

Alva couldn't tell if Tru'iel was scolding her or simply making conversation.

"Where do you go when this body sleeps?"

"Back in my human body." Alva responded.

Tru'iel hummed. "It is unnatural," she repeated, "I can see you in there now but when you close your eyes you float away from us. Hidden from the people. You go where I cannot follow. I see you but you are... empty."

Alva blinked.

"It is against the will of Eywa to take the metals from the ground, to wield what you call metal. You asked to sleep under the stars but when they looked for you among us you had already left."

"I didn't have a choice." Alva tried to defend herself. "The machines pull us back when we go to sleep."

"Curious. That may be so, but I have a feeling the stars will demand you take your place among them. They will not be denied much longer." Tru'iel gave her one last before she stood up. "Now, come. I have clothes for you to change into."

Alva scrambled out of the family sized hammock.

"Irayo!" She called to the Na'vi woman who was now several steps in front of her.

"Thanks are unnecessary, Alva. We are family. What is mine is yours." Tru'iel said. "I will dress you in the colors of my family and all the people will recognize you as one of mine."

Alva's steps turned to a brisk walk to keep up with the taller woman, stumbling down the spiraling staircase. There wasn't much activity in the kelutral itself but she could smell the breakfast being prepared by the cooks, and she heard the loud giggles and laughter of children running around outside.

'Village life starts early, Alva.' Grace's voice reminded her. 'There's a lot to do before breakfast.'

"This is where you will go if... when you are injured." Tru'iel stopped in front of a smaller alcove. The opening was covered by a sheet of red fabric with several strands of beads hung over a thick branch. "The healer is called Ngeha. She will not like you but she will treat you. You can find no better on all of Eywa'eveng."

"She won't like me?"

"Kehe." Tru'iel said. "The skypeople has taken too much from her for her to trust another."

"Oh."

"Srane. 'Oh'." Tru'iel gave Alva the ghost of a smile.

Na'vi casualties and deaths were part of everyday life on Hell's base, but they were numbers and statistics – black ink on a piece of paper, or an insignificant rise in a diagram on a blue-lit screen. They weren't real. Whoever Ngeha had lost was one of those numbers, someone Alva had skimmed past when studying the planet, too eager to get to what she found interesting to even understand what it was that she closed her eyes to. Here, the losses weren't numbers and 'unnamed Na'vi male', here they were people with history and names, a family and friends.

She walked among them but she didn't want to think about how it was that she could. The unnamed Na'vi male and unnamed Na'vi female on a cold slab of a table being cut into by indifferent human scientists. Dissected and discarded and now Alva used their pain for her own gain.

"The weight of her loss is not yours to shoulder," Tru'iel shook Alva back into the present, a heavy hand spanning her entire shoulder. "Do not lose yourself in the past when the future is still unknown. Come, it is just around the corner."

Like a puppy, Alva trailed behind her aunt. Her thoughts still lingered on Ngeha, the one who dwelled behind the red curtain and who had been wronged. They turned away from the healer and walked over to another opening.

"Dayu uses this room to clean up after taking care of the children." Tru'iel gestured to the room.

It was small, but large enough for what it was used for. Several wooden buckets of water stood pushed into a corner, and next to them a pile of soft leaves and a towel. Across from them was a bench carved from the tree they stood in, and under it a couple of stacks of clothing – most likely Dayu's.

Tru'iel pulled a bundle of cloth from behind her back. It was a loincloth the same shade as her skin with details the color of her stripes. Alva took it with a thankful smile. The fabric was soft and light.

"I will wait outside." Tru'iel announced and left the room, pulling the blue shift to cover the entrance.

Alva dug her fingers into the fabric before changing out of her muddied base-issued uniform and into the loincloth. The braided twine supporting the fabric wrapped around her waist, and an extended part of it fell over the cloth and formed a soft triangular shape. There were no other decorations for Alva had yet to earn any. The top resembled a necklace, the colorful feathers hanging from it all that covered her breasts from view.

"Do not forget to remove your jewelry." Tru'iel reminded.

It pained her to remove the many rings that decorated her fingers, and most of the bracelets hanging around her dainty wrists, but she kept the anklet and the necklace with the purple stone and pale pink petals. To remove too many would raise as much suspicion as keep them all. Someone related to Tru'iel would without a doubt have some kind of standing with their people.

After adjusting the straps and flowy fabric, Alva walked out of the room, a new sway to her hips that wasn't there before.

Tru'iel regarded her in silence, but then nodded in what Alva assumed to be approval. "Turn around." She said.

Alva did as asked, tensing ever-so-slightly when she felt Tru'iel wrapping something around the base of her tail. It wasn't uncomfortable but she was aware of it now.

"There." Tru'iel backed away.

She turned her head to try and see what had been done but all it served was to make her look foolish.

"Irayo?" Alva said.

"Thanks are unecessary." Tru'iel repeated. "It is tradition to bind our tails as such. Now, come. We are late."

"Late to what?" Alva asked.

"The morning meal. Fngew has offered to braid your hair. She is a few moons away from having her firstborn and the practice would do her good."

"Who's Fngew?"

"My tsmuke." Tru'iel guided Alva down the stairs to the area where Jake had stood trial the night before.

Unclouded by the darkness, it wasn't as intimidating as she had found it yesterday. It was large and vast, open and airy. A typical common area for the people to socialize in, as they were now. The fires which had cast long shadows hadn't yet been lit and the edges were softer for it. A large group of people sat around each of the fires, a cook seemingly assigned to each of them. The air was filled with soft chatter and laughs.

A few tame ayfwampop lingered around some of the families, begging for scraps. Soft singing filled the area, a couple of the clan's singers having stepped up on the elevated pedestal by the stairs and skull.

So transfixed by them, Alva didn't notice that Tru'iel had kept moving. She scrambled to follow, lest her aunt disappear among one of the groups and left her standing in the open. Alva felt a little like a bleeding goldfish in a sea of sharks, when in reality she was more like a goldish protected by a leviathan should any of the sharks even nibble on one of her scales.

Alva was led to a small group of people sitting by one of the fires closest to the western exit. She recognized some of them from yesterday; the solemn twins, and Pxìk'e, but most of the others, save Dayu, were strangers.

"Kxì, my heart." Dayu greeted Tru'iel. His eyes flickered to her from over his mate's shoulder. "Sìltsan, you managed to wake her up."

"It was not without difficulty. Ayotola," Tru'iel called her name, "sit down by Fngew."

A Na'vi woman beckoned her with a wave of a three-fingered hand. She was hunched over and so her hair was left to pool down her back. Alva sat down next to the woman, her small frame dwarfed in comparison to the goliath of a person towering over her. But Fngew's smile was warm, and so was her body and Alva melted into the tentative embrace her other aunt pulled her into without much protest. She allowed herself to be placed in front of her instead.

"You have beautiful hair, Ayotola." Fngew whispered.

Alva felt fingers run through her locks, a feeling as alien to her as the ground beneath her feet. It had been many years since someone had offered to braid her hair, even longer since she sat before someone like this – family. Her eyes fell shut at the sensation.

"Irayo."

"How do you want it? I admit I am not the most experienced." Alva felt Fngew's chest rumble in a chuckle. "But my mate has hair just like yours and our child just like him. I would not be a very good mother if I could not take care of her hair."

"I don't mind. Do what you want." Alva was eager for Fngew to keep brushing through her hair, to scrape against her scalp with just enough pressure. She was like a kitten, eager for more affection – chasing the hand which pets it.

"Something simple, then."

Fngew started parting her hair into smaller sections.

"Have you met Txeyk, Ayotola? He is one of the clan's singers." Dayu asked.

Alva opened her eyes, already going to shake her head when her eyes caught his. Then she nodded.

"Srane. We met yesterday."

The shaved head and mohawk of spindly braids were familiar to her. They had shook as he sang the chorus of the song, and the harsh wrinkles around his eyes had lessened. He seemed to recognize her too.

"Sran. We did." He said. "Your voice is a gift from the Great Mother. I must admit I did not believe you when you told us you had family waiting, but I see now that it is true."

Alva smoothes out any wrinkles on her loincloth. It matched the rest of Tru'iel's family; Dayu, Fngew, the other male Na'vi next to them, and Tru'iel's children.

"Sran. We could not have foreseen that demon would so boldly wander here." Tru'iel thanked the cook who offered the matriarch a bowl of nuts and fruit. "Or I would have waited to ask for her."

Fngew moved on to braiding her hair. Three strands, over, under, over, under. Some of the braids were secured by a series of earth toned beads, some left free. Alva found that she didn't mind the style. It would help her fit in.

"Srane." Txeyk agreed. "Our offer remains, Ayotola."

"What offer?" Tru'iel interjected.

"To sing with us." He said. "Tsrä is close to giving birth, and her voice is perfect for our stories. Do you not agree, Tru'iel?"

"Of course." Tru'iel said, raising her chin. "But my Ayotola is to be a hunter."

Alva's eyes widened in shock, and she forced them shut once she caught the narrowing of Tru'iel's.

"Ai, Tru," Txeyk protested. "Her heart is not made for it. She is like the fires we light during the dark times, a guiding warmth."

"Her heart will adapt. Eywa has told me this is the path Ayotola is to take. I have dreamt of her upon the back of an ikran. She rode with toruk makto."

"You have brought this matter to the Tsahìk?"

"Sran. She has seen the same." Tru'iel nibbled on some of the fruit.

"And who is to be her teacher?"

"Ayotola will decide. There will be a sign from Eywa."

And so her fate has been declared openly. Alva knew not if Tru'iel's words were true, if she had truly dreamt of her future, or if it was simply a way to cast off any suspicion that Txeyk had. It mattered not. Alva would walk the path of a hunter, a warrior, and she would have to adapt or die. 

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[bloodynosesarejustlikeroses]

Can I request a Dick Grayson robin x fem reader who’s new to the team and has deity like powers n she’s trained very well and she’s this little crybaby sunshine that everyone loves but they’re out on a mission ad they are fighting icicle jr. n he takes it upon himself to flirt with her very much irking Robin n y/n is really flustered but keeps fighting and robins had enough and just knocks him out n Robin ends up confessing he really likes her and they end up together

Hello! Your request has already been posted, and it's waiting for you right here.

I hope you enjoy it ❤

I'm so sorry for the wait (；′⌒`)

[rick-rayson]

Y/N literally just trying to breathe: H- oh, oh no.

Klarion and icicle Jr: I want you, I need you. You cut me and I bleed you! You're like some kind of sonnet and all I want to do is read you, and I love you!

Y/N: I know-

Icicle Jr: I mean I love you!

Y/N: [Kicks him out] Yes, thanks-

Klarion: I said I love you!

Y/N: [Throws batarang at him] YOU DID-

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Talking To Girls (Drabble)

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader (Drabble)

A/N: lmao idk what this even was

Robin was the smartest, cutest, most attractive boy you had ever met in your entire life. He was funny without being offensive. He was athletic without being a meathead. He was smart without being obnoxious. And to be honest, your stomach did little flips every time he smirked at you or did that weird ass haunting laugh that seemed to freak everybody out.

So, it shouldn't have surprised you to know that you had a little competition. Your boyfriend was, after all, perfect.

Kitten was certainly taken with Robin. Everyone was aware of it and her affection for your boyfriend was the reason that the team was lured into a trap.

Well, to be fair, you all knew it was a trap but took the bait anyway to try and use Robin to convince her to abandon whatever plan she had for a date with him. You objected strongly but it had Dick promising to do that thing that you like very much to finally concede.

"Robby poo!" She cheered, elated at his proposal, and moved to latch onto his arm, and you realized that you had just about had enough of this. You stepped in between them and caught her hand before she could touch him, holding it in a tight grip.

"(Y/N) ..." Robin whispered from behind you but you ignored him, feeling your blood boil at the entitled look on her face.

"Paws off, kitty." You hissed, taking a moment to evaluate her reaction. She seemed even more angry that you interrupted her moment with your boyfriend, and it didn't look like reason was going to dissolve the situation.

"I'm just looking out for your best interests, kitty." You shrugged, adjusting the grip on her hand so you could hold it in between both of yours, mocking care for her.

"I know Robin may seem like your knight in shining armour but he's far from it. The man never stops training. He gets up at 4 a.m. and causes such a ruckus. And I know pretty girls like you need their beauty sleep." You cajoled with a pout, reaching to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Her face dropped, disappointed that Robin wasn't living up to the image she had built of him in her head, and you chuckled. If she wasn't so infuriating, she might have been a little bit cute.

"You know, the other day we were in bed, and I asked him if he'd kill for me. You know what he said? 'That's against the law’."

She audibly gasped, scoffing at Robin standing behind you, who didn't seem to understand what the hell was going on right then.

You smiled at her, squeezing her hand tightly, "You know I think I have the perfect guy for you. Icicle Jr. Heard of him?"

She frowned, "Isn't he kind of cold?"

You pouted, "What better than your hot love to melt his cold heart?"

This seemed to strike the right chord with her, and she lit up like the sun. Kitten hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek in goodbye before she turned around to leave.

"You should dump him like I did." She remarked, sparing a withering glance at Robin who stood behind you. No doubt he'd be offended by your actions today when you returned home but as long as her hands weren't on him, you considered it a success.

"Well, he's rich so." You shrugged and she nodded with understanding.

"Bye kitty." You sang, watching her blush brightly before she waved meekly and left.

You turned back to your boyfriend, an amused smile growing on your face when you noticed the baffled look her was giving you.

You shrugged.

"At least one of us should be good at talking to girls."

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[rose-of-many-colors]

Teenage Dream

(Icicle Jr. x Reader)

You think I'm pretty without any makeup on

"Do you think I'm pretty?" You ask Junior as you remove your makeup

"Babe, you're hot even without the makeup."

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong

Junior laughed at the joke you told him. It was a joke your grandpa told you and you completely screwed up the punchline but he still laughed

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down

Junior understood you, because of that you let the walls you've built around yourself down

Before you met me

Before You and Junior met it was quite boring. You've seen him on TV a when he was fighting the Team few times and he's seen you across the street from his hideout laughing with your friends

I was alright, but things were kinda heavy

You were alright, but at the time things were kinda rough for you. Your mom kicked you out, your friends, one by one were leaving and you felt alone.

You brought me to life

Junior brought you back to life. Bringing you excitement and joy.

Now every February, You'll be my Valentine

Now every February Junior would be with you for Valentine's day. Getting each other gifts(stolen or not)

Let's go all the way tonight No regrets, just love

Your first time in bed with Junior was pure bliss, and for the both of you it was magical

We can dance, until we die

You love to dance and every chance there is Junior would dance with you. You swear you'll be dancing until you dance

You make me feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream

You're in you early 20s but Junior made you feel like you were a teenager again.

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

You can't sleep with how much he turns you on

Let's run away and don't ever look back

"Let's runaway." Junior told you from the doorway of yall's room

"To where?" you asked

"To anywhere." He said, "We just need to get away from here."

My heart stops when you look at me, just one touch

Junior's heart stops when you look at him. It even stops when you gently touch him

Now, baby, I believe this is real

You believe your love with Junior was and is real. You didn't care if other people told you it wasn't, that he was just a criminal who was using you

So take a chance and don't ever look back

"Ok we have the chance." You said, "Let's take it."

"Chance for what?" Junior had asked

"We're leaving, running away." You said

Junior smiled, he liked the idea of running away with you. You were his and he was your's.

And so you did just that. You two packed what would fit in your car and left. Not leaving anything behind that would tell people where you're going

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[evermoore580]

Masterlist 3.5 😈💞

Incorrect Quotes:

DC

DC Villains

DC Villains x Reader

Icicle Jr x Reader

Gender Neutral! Reader

A better person

Superhero! Reader

Take you out

Hard to get

I know

If I say I love you...

Fighting or Flirting?

Klarion Bleak x Reader

Gender Neutral! Reader

I won't do it!

Cats

Mine

Superhero! Reader

Cinnamon scone

‘I like that about you’

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[lazypanartist]

May I let my cringe flag fly and request headcanons of Psimon x smol protective fire bender reader? Also would you be ok with doing one shots of this same reader later? If not totally ok I thought I would try to shoot my shot 😁

This isn't cringe at all! Not to me at least, lol. And oneshots later on under the same premise are totally fine ^-^

Tiny Flame - Headcanons

Psimon x Small! Protective! Fire-Meta Reader

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When you first join Onslaught, he.. doesn't really take notice

Why should he?

You're just another partner; another of Queen Bee's disposable pawns

Smaller than anyone else on the team, though..

Before you go on the first mission, he's keeping an eye out for you

But all he's really getting from your head is "protect"

Assumes that you need protected

Boy, was he wrong

It registers later that he should have known how powerful you were; not just ANYONE is picked by Queen Bee

Watching you fight, though?

Mesmerizing

He watches the way your body moves, shifting to control your flames

And during missions, you make it your duty to run (or burn) circles around your team, sanding aerial attacks up in smoke

When he finally approaches you?

WHOOH

A power couple in the most literal sense

He scouts out enemies

You burn them down

When you two have free time, it's typically spent doing a whole lot of nothing

He asks you to show of for him sometimes

Loves being in your head when you're using your power

He can feel every mental shift, and watches as your flame responds

Come winter, if he ever gets cold, he'll (begrudgingly) ask to cuddle

You're a human space heater

Curl up with him under some blankets,

You're both insulated asf, ready to hibernate

The rest of Onslaught seems to think that y'all are pretty cute together

Especially when you tag-team an enemy twice your size

Queen Bee.. doesn't care. As long as you both do what she tells you to, you can date whoever tf you want

Which you're both grateful for

IDK where I was going with these, but yeah

All in all, great couple, v good for each other

...

..

.

THAT'S where I was going! Anyways-

Spoilers for season 3 ig, but

He gets bonked pretty good on the head durring a mission

You'd never allow that

(Bug off, canon!)

If Icicle Jr. starts ticking either of you off,

One quick flame his way and he's apologizing

Devastation love you, too

I mean, fr

If you yourself ever need protection, she's got you

Helps you kiss Psimon goodbye sometimes

Not really in a cutesy way, but if one of yours sent on a mission and the other isn't,

She's holding doors, railings, whatever to make sure y'all can say goodbye

Anyways

I love this concept, thank you nonnie ^-^

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[hopefulfuturenovelauthor]

I swear I’m writing

Hi, I promise I’m writing (slowly but surely). Life is crazy at the moment, lots of college stuff, I’m taking an extra course, and I just got a new job. 

I plan on getting some requests out, hopefully finishing all of my Vox Machina requests, some of my Stranger Things ones, and some Walking Dead ones.

Now, on a slight tangent, I have a few series started/in mind so I also wanted your opinions. If you were to get a x reader series, what character would you want?

The options:

Gareth Emerson x reader (2 ideas at the moment, leaning towards one though)C

The Master/Missy x reader

Crowley (SPN) x reader

Cameron Mahkent (Icicle Jr) x reader

If you have preference then please comment or send it to my ask box, thanks!

I’d like to keep in mind I do have an Eddie one that I have started, I just am taking some time with that one till I can get more out on a schedule.

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[youngjusticeslut]

I'm so sorry!! I know Jade is your fav but I didn't know many were theorizing she's the one to die D: And you're right: A- we don't know if Conner is 110% dead. And B- this about a character dying in every arc is absolutely fan theory until proven wrong. I just want to get into all the theorizing and characters deaths it's all that comes to my mind since episode 4 X( What else could we theorize from Artemis arc? If she's turning bad or semi bad?? One thing I know FOR SURE I want out of this arc is for Artemis to learn about Zatanna's and M'gann's trick on her!! On a different note: Episode 7 mentions Oracle's memories. Could Artemis be remembering the time Barbara got in a wheelchair for some reason? Any chances Icicle Jr could make a comeback? I love Wally to death (no pun intended!!) But if he doesn't come back I wanna see Grandon acknowledging Artemis and Icicle's relationship in the comics besides the very few pages in the tie in comics (IK I'm being an absolute clown here) I think Cam would love to distract Artemis for a while. He seems like the type to not mind being a rebound guy js.

You're all good! It's not just you, it's all over the YJ Discord, it's a popular theory 😅I just get really stressed reading it over, and over again. Please don't kill off my girl ❤️I do like your theories though! I would love to see a flashback or even confirmation on how Barbara got in a wheelchair in YJ. The Joker doesn't seem a big part of Earth-16, so I definitely want to see YJ's take on it. Also very curious to see if/how Cameron comes back this season!

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