#possessive ghost

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

I have such a weakness for hickey’s and bite marks on the inner thighs so I’m doing a SoapGhost for it 😂

Cause I had a brief thought that Soap likes to wear shorts to the gym on base or when he’s going for a run around or whatever and they’re old things. Worn and tattered at the edges but wildly comfortable and still covering enough of him that’s he’s at least decent.

Like are they a little short? Yeah. Do they still cover his ass and junk? Just enough so he doesn’t flash anyone when he squats or anything.

So one day, after a night with Ghost he goes to the gym the next morning, getting dressed and kissing a still sleeping Simon good bye before taking off, not even looking at himself because why should he have to?

But on the way there he’s getting some strange looks from other people who happen to be early risers and he can’t fathom why. He shrugs it off, does some of his workouts, gets a good sweat going y’know.

But then he goes to do some deadlifts by the mirrors (Ghost always says his form is off so he’s trying to rectify it) and almost passes tf out at the sight that greets him.

Somehow, between the beginning of his relationship with Ghost and now, he forgot how much Ghost loved to bite and mark.

His inner thighs are covered with bruises and bites with very clear teeth indents and his neck isn’t faring any better. Soap’s blushing up to his ears and desperately wants to go back to the room and hide forever.

But at the same time he’s almost done with his workout and he refuses to miss it just because of some marks. So Soap toughs it out, still blushing up to his ears but finishing off the last of it.

Then he’s running back to his room, not even bothering with the communal showers because lord forbid he project his relationship any louder than he already has.

When he bursts in Simon’s up already, coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair and shooting him a questioning look. The man flicks his eyes over Soap for a second before a sharp and rather predatory smirk is taking over his features.

He knows then that Simon had planned for that to happen, probably even hoped that Soap would forget about them and go about his usual business. And fuck it all Soap can’t even be entirely mad about it.

Embarrassed for sure but not mad and Ghost is too busy looking like the cat who caught the canary to pay Soap’s glare any mind. It’s hard to stay embarrassed when Ghost looks so proud of himself.

#random fic prompt #fic prompt #call of duty modern warfare #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #possessive ghost #hickey’s #ghost loves his marks #soap’s a gym rat #soap’s got an ass #baby girl soap #ghost making claims

[islenthatur]

Everyone knows you don't touch Ghost unless you'd like to leave at best with broken bones or at worse, in a body bag. It's common knowledge he doesn't like to be touched and those that do usually mean he's injured or they're enemies.

Unless, of course, your name is John 'Soap' Mactavish. The man's mad as a hatter, freely touching Ghost and scaring the ever loving fuck out of all who see it happen... the recruits waiting to see if their favourite 141 member is going to be punched or murdered, only to be surprised as Ghost allows it...

After a while, after a bad mission, it soon becomes common knowledge around base is you don't touch Soap where Ghost can see or you'll be running drills till you pass out or worse.

#soap x ghost #ghostsoap #possessive ghost #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #mw2 fanfic

[thedeathdoctor]

Jealous Ghost drabble

Thinking about the emptiness clawing at the inside of Simon Riley while he tries to lose himself in the Ghost identity he’s created. The way it drives him to seek out your warmth, your comfort, your solace, at first surprised at the genuine kindness you freely gave him. It’s uncomfortable for him at first. He’d gotten used to its absence that the hunger pangs had long subsided. Now that you had fed him, he grew ravenous, making excuses to spend time with you, sometimes even pulling rank to do so. Being the Lt’s favorite imbibes you with a sense of pride at feeling special - few soldiers had earned praise from the stoic Ghost, and each commendation filled you with shining confidence. A few too many drinks and an extended period of time with the two of you, alone, leads to a one night stand - something delightfully forbidden and fun for you, but for Ghost, it’s a confirmation that you must also feel the same as he does. Of course, around the rest of 141, both of you continue on as if nothing had happened between the two of you. Maddeningly, you continue to remain simply friendly to Ghost, even in private, even as he tries to recreate the intimacy you’d had before. Even worse, one night, while he’s on patrol, he hears your voice, dripping with lust, calling out for a name that was not his from inside one of the barracks tents. His mind raced with jealousy, understanding that he wasn’t the only recipient of your kindness, the only person you entrusted with intimacy. The conclusion was clear. No one else could ever come close to understanding you the way he did, no matter how hard they tried. They didn’t deserve you, and he couldn’t bear to see you used and discarded by just another grunt who just wanted to get off. Not with the way he needed you. There were places he could take you- isolated, long forgotten safe houses that the two of you could make into a home. He could provide a cover story for the disappearance of both you and him. Ghost knew the two of you belonged together and he would make it work.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #drabble #possessive ghost #my writing #just had to clear out my misc thoughts

[richardazer]

~ throat mics ~

#my art brr #possessive goth partners #ghostsoap #original characters #call of duty original character #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #sketch #misery is doomsday's puppy lol #possessive ghost #soap looks good in collars what can i say #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #gay gay homosexual gay

[antrenix]

#yandere ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 x reader #possessive ghost

[rusticfurnace]

someone's tipsy

#john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #call of duty mw2 #john mactavish #ghost x soap #possessive ghoap you mean everything to me #OTP frfr

[bribinart]

no one's first mugshot

#did this in one sitting like a man possessed #the ghost of jadzia dax had me in a chokehold to ken-ify her #my art #deep space nine #ds9 #jadzia dax #kira nerys #star trek #star trek fanart #fanart #barbie #barbie movie #barbie mugshot meme

[nerdpoe]

Selina has her eye on a one-of-a-kind jewel.

The museum it's in have no idea what kind it is, just that it was a leftover result of an attack on Earth by some dimension called the Infinite Realms.

And, well...it's really very beautiful.

Diamond white and abyss black and frosty blue, constantly shifting colors, emits cold, constantly generating frost so that it's shimmering in the lights.

It's unique. It's stolen from another dimension. It's gorgeous.

She wants it.

So; she takes it.

She...can't really bring herself to take it to a magic user to return it just yet.

Mostly, she keeps it in a glass, temperature controlled container in her apartment.

Harley and Ivy think it's pretty, but they don't really experience the same draw that Selina does.

She resolves that she will contact the Infinite Realms to ask if it's something they want back in...a week.

One week turns into one month.

One month turns into four months.

Four months turn into a year.

For that year, the beautiful jewel sits in it's protected case, and Selina ogles it when she's a bit too stressed. Every day, it seems to get brighter and shinier.

She isn't driven by compulsion, no-she knows herself too well. She knows damn well she's being driven by greed.

Then one day, as she's staring at it-the jewel starts to glow. The glass case shatters. A form begins to shape out of frost and-possibly-space.

And then there is a teenager, sitting bewildered in her apartment. All wild white hair and wide green eyes, shock written into his very expression.

He stares at her.

She stares at him.

"...So, not to be weird, but why are my instincts telling me you're my mom?"

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #the first time he goes human he gives her a heart attack #because #“oh no i'm becoming bruce” #but her possessiveness of Danny's core #her providing a protected place for it to flourish #offering it “love” (it was greed but whatever) #made his ghost side go #“oh is this mom? this is mom.” #now they both get to deal with the consequences of that

[tojisun]

simon comes with you inside the fitting rooms so that he can be your little – ironic, yes – helper.

there’s something about these moments that simon really loves. it wasn’t really about seeing you undress – not that seeing your bare skin before him doesn’t make his blood vessels sing – but what simon cherishes more was the quiet intimacy of the moment.

the way you would turn to him and ask him to zip up the back of your dress or how you would huff and ask him for help as you pull up a tight shirt that didn’t quite fit well.

simon adores these moments, the one where mundanity settles deep underneath his scarred skin to cradle his beating heart. the one that reminds him of home because home has always been with you; has always been within your arms.

“so? what d’you think?” you ask, turning to him.

he watches as you fluff up the hems of the dress’ skirt before you run your fingers along the material it’s made from, soft hums rumbling from the base of your throat.

“let me see you well, darlin’,” he replies, straightening up from the cushioned seat. you tilt your head at him in question. simon chuckles. “twirl for me, sweetheart.”

excitement bleeds into your pretty face before giving him just that – a quiet twirl since you’ve long discarded your shoes, your hands hooked at your waist to give way for the skirt to flutter. when you face him again, a beautiful smile is etched on your lips, your eyes wide with glee.

“you look gorgeous in it, love,” he whispers, spreading his legs open and beckoning you close. you pad to the space between his legs, huffing a fond laugh when simon’s hands trail from your bare thighs to the swell of your ass, the skirt pooling along his forearm.

“it’s that pretty?” you quip, squeaking when simon lightly pinches your skin.

“yeah,” he says, and he isn’t even shocked at how breathless he sounds. “fuckin’ pretty.” he meets your wide eyes. “all f’r me.”

you roll your eyes at him before pressing your lips on his forehead. “all for you,” you murmur as you pull back.

simon chases you with a hand on the small of your back and the other looped around your wrist, pulling you to his lap with ease. you let yourself be manhandled with a giggle, only for all noise to be snuffed out of you as he finally slots his lips against yours.

that’s right. you are his. all that you are – his to love.

#suns.f #NYOOOM possessive simon kills me i want him deeply viscerally carnally #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x female reader #female reader #suns

[konigsblog]

marking simon riley up...

warnings: rough-dom!simon, afab!gn!reader, praise, hickeys and marks, slight possessiveness.

; simon riley likes when you mark him up.

MDNI 18+

simon riley loves to see how possessive you can become, by marking him up with deep hickeys, and deep red scratches down his muscular, burly back.

your legs thrown over his broad, large shoulders, allowing simon to reach places that leave your jaw slack with pleasure running through your body and pooling at your wet heat. delirium fills your glossy eyes as he grips your jaw firmly, chuckling at your fucked-out, stupid reaction, looking deep into your pretty eyes.

his bulbous and slicken cock pulsates at the warmth and wetness wrapped tightly around his shaft, pulsing and tightening with each hard thrust knocking the wind from your lungs, silencing your moans as you're left scratching down his back in an attempt to stabilise yourself.

“..that’s it-- attagirrrllll... there we go--.. look at you, little one, takin’ this dick so fuckin’ deep, yeah?”

his guttural and hoarse voice leaves you moaning and mewling pathetically like a mutt in heat, your chest rising and falling with your orgasm quickly building up, tightening your core as you drag your nails down his back slowly at the sloppy sensation inside your gummy, tight walls.

to simon, your sharp scratches encourage him to fuck you even deeper, even harder — with your adoring eyes rolling to the back of your head, eyelids heavy with lust and satisfaction as he rolls his broad, sturdy hips against you, eyebrows furrowed and his head thrown back as his tip weeps milky white pearls of semen.

your lips attach onto his already marked neck, possessively marking him up with more hickeys as he fucks you even harder, his calloused and scarred hands wandering over your soft body and groping your tight rear firmly, holding you close where he feels your heartbeat rhythm, quickening as your orgasm ruptures through you abruptly, your pussy drooling around his hard and girthy cock, back arched as you feel him prod at your cervix, whimpering out as you dig your nails into his back, fingers nestled in his blonde locks.

#orla speaks #he'd love to see his pretty girlfriend so possessive of him #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon riley smut #ghost call of duty #cod ghost #ghost headcanon #ghost x female reader

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Idk if this submitted the first time (you can delete this ask if it did)

But one thing that I will forever fine funny is that the almost everyone in the COD fandom saw soap in a collar and was like “yeah that checks out”. I think soap would wear it as a joke since it was a gag gift or if he lost a bet/ did a dare but later on would wear it again since it’s not only practical but comfortable on missions and work well. Que the boys just losing it gaz is definitely the one who gave it to him to cause chaos that price has to watch he probably also got a lot of comments he either flirted back or told them to shut up. How everyone reacted is up to you :3

It didn’t submit for some reason but I’m glad you submitted again cause I saw a couple tik toks with Soap in the radio collar things that military dudes have in movies and this is fuelling me.

I reckon it starts with the military use ones and for some reason Soap is just pulling it off different and it’s giving everyone ideas. Gaz can see this and because he likes causing Price pain, when they’re on their next lull between missions he gets a legit collar and gives it to Soap.

Obviously they made a bet first, and of course Gaz did it with something that he absolutely knew Soap would lose at so there Soap goes, walking around base with the collar for the next two weeks.

I reckon the pure fact that the collar isn’t military will make everyone lose their minds just a touch more than usual.

Alejandro and Rudy see it first since they had all planned to meet up and do some training together. Rudy can do nothing more than blush and fluster, forgetting all concepts of English because now his head is running wild with the scenarios that collar and hand to hand training could bring them to.

Alejandro is similar but he manages to hold onto his English (barely), speaking broken sentences and flirting like a madman. Soap gets all embarrassed and both men can see the way the blush disappears under the collar and they so badly want to follow it.

Gaz flirts because, well, he’s a dick like that 😂 he’s milking this for all he can and if that means he has to flirt a bit just so he can watch Soap get flustered and all these men simp over him, well he’ll damn well do it.

Nobody knows if König is into it or not. The man’s harder to read than Ghost most days so who tf knows what’s going on behind that hood. But in the privacy of his room he is definitely losing his mind and trying to figure out ways he could hopefully ask Soap to join him or something.

Ghost seems stoic and disapproving at first. He sees the collar and the shit eating grin on Gaz and simply tells them to stop playing games. But as he walks away he has to very quickly and very discreetly adjust his pants because he was not expecting that.

The man is fucking everywhere for the duration of the bet because he absolutely loves the sight of a collar on Soap and can’t help but imagine what the man would look like with something that was distinctly Ghost’s on him.

He’s also making sure that nobody actually acts on the ideas they’re all so obviously thinking. Because no fraternisation in the military and totally not cause he’s jealous and is silently bidding everyone to know Johnny is his.

And Price, poor old Price, cannot wait for this bet to be over cause he doesn’t know how many more times he can walk in on the sight of half of his men drooling over an oblivious, collared Soap.

Much to his horror though, the collar ends up becoming a regular part of Soap’s wardrobe. Most times by mistake other times because he likes the feel of it and lord have mercy when the rest of the 141 heard that.

#fic prompt #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #ghost x soap #call of duty #ghost #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #prompt #fic #response #reply #soap x ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost #oblivious soap #possessive ghost #jealous ghost #everyone is whipped for soap #Gaz is a little shit #it was a bet #poor price #dad price #alejandro vargas #konig #kyle ‘gaz’ garrick #141 x soap #possessive 141 #rodolfo parra

[turannoktonos]

Aka...the aftermath :)

#cod #call of duty #mw 2 #modern warfare 2 #gaz #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #john price #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #ghost #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #turannoktonosart #lots of boonie hats were lost #lots of cigars were lost #F in chat for Prices personal possessions #Gaz trying to be the favorite son #by showing he's not actually wearing the hat #nice try kid #but no

[manicrouge]

Okay, but lets think about this... you in Simon's clothing.

At first, it's not even overtly sexual, rather, it's the innocence of the situation that has him grinning at you as you walk into the kitchen wearing one of his shirts. He loves to see the way it hangs off of you, to see you look so pure in the wake of the morning. You offer him a sheepish smile as he grabs your waist, pulling you to him.

'Pretty girl.'

He never says so explicitly, knowing how easily flustered you are, and he enjoys the fact that you dress in his clothes as common as you dress in your own. They're just so comfortable and while he's away, you cycle through his t-shirts, sleeping in them, even taking in his scent as you touch your needy cunt at the thought of him. It's not as good as him being right there with you, your fingers are too small- they don't hit the same spots as his and the thought of him fucking you with his shirt hanging off of you has you writhing and sobbing, wishing he was there with you to help you.

You hear his voice in your head, a small whisper, the ghost of his hands against your waist as you cum at the thought of the compliment he payed you during the morning before leaving again.

'My girl, hey? All mine.'

When he returns you struggle to make eye contact with the man for the first few minutes, the black shirt of his you're wearing acting as a reminder of the sins you have been committing every night, living in the thought of his hands, his tongue, his fingers, everything. His clothing only acts as a guide into all your filthy desires.

He notices your reluctance to look at him, a small smirk forming on hi face as he follows your gaze to see that they're looking at the t-shirt you're wearing. You're drowning in the fabric as much as you're drowning in your desire, and he hooks a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

'What's got you so shy, hm? Not like you at all.'

You can't get any words out, fisting at the fabric of the t-shirt, pressing your thighs together as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. You don't know what to say to him, your cheeks flushing red as he continues to stare at you.

'You been wearing my shirts a lot, noticed when I threw my clothes in the washin' basket.'

'Helps when I miss you,' you mumble out, your eyes looking everywhere but him.

He chuckles, nodding his head.

'That the only way it helps, love?' he asks, leaning in closer to you. 'Bet you wore them while touching that pretty little pussy of yours, didn't you?'

Your silence act as confirmation and neither of you need to share anything else as a squeal escapes you as he pulls off to the bedroom.

You spend the entire night with his cock in your tight hole while he fucks you dumb, his shirt still covering your frame. You're crying from pleasure as he thrusts into you.

'Love seein' you in my clothes,' he grunts, 'all mine even when I'm not fucking this greedy little cunt of yours, aren't you sweetheart?'

You eagerly nod, choking out sobs.

'A- All yours.'

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

#simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #possessive #ghost simon riley

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Danny and Tim are twins- And Vlad is the first to figure this out in his attempts to get DavlCo a new investor.

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Tim was getting the creeps from this guy. It was as if the room got colder, the seconds got longer and the room's shadows moved to their own volition. He stared Tim down less like 'You punk kid' and more like 'You'll be mine' in a way that Tim didn't appreciate. At all.

The guy kept setting meetings up despite Tim's direct insistance that Wayne Enterprises would never touch DalvCo- not with a ten foot pole or for all the money in the world. Some how Tim's board of directors kept getting swindled by the guy and... therefore more meetings. More looks from this guy that made him want to crawl out of his skin.

Vlad asked him if he ever went by Timothy- Tim couldn't reply "that's not my name" fast enough. It apparently inspired the guy somehow. More meetings that Tim can't reject because of board members pop up.

It's been long determined that Jason doesn't get involved with Wayne Enterprises, but after the Uncle and a few other paid-actor solutions go up in flames- Tim decides to call up his older brother to act as a bodyguard and tell this guy to fuck off for the final time.

Jason apparently also gets the Heebee-jeebies from this asshole but his message is loud and clear to Vlad. There's a flash of green and then all of sudden it's just Tim and Jason in the room... Only Jason isn't acting like himself.

Putting it together- Tim reaches for his contingency F stash of Knock out gas and doses Jason. Vlad doesn't re-appear so Tim assumes that to mean that he'll be trapped in Jason's person until Jason wakes up.

Walking out of the meeting room with his bus of a brother over his shoulders- Tim quickly asks Tam to reach out to Vlad's Emergency contact. Surely there is someone in this man's company willing to explain what the fuck Vlad was trying to pull. Tim theoretically can keep Jason drugged asleep for a long time- surely that threat can get him somewhere.

The day drags on as Tim continues to keep Jason unconscious and eventually Tam lets him know that someone is here for Vlad. She says it with the addition of one of their codes- He mentally prepares himself for the worst and then... His doppleganger walks through the door? What the fuck?

Tim and Danny puzzle about one another for a little too long and Jason wakes up- Vlad pops out immediately. A shouting match between Danny and Vlad commences and...

"Man I knew our family had unresolved issues but seriously what the fuck has your clone dealing with?" Jason asks, as though he could watch this all day with pop corn.

"You made more clones?!" Danny screamed at Vlad who's only response is "Not this one! This one is actually polite!"

"Fuck you!" Tim and Danny reply in tandem.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #long post #tim and danny are twins au #twins au #tim is co-ceo of wayne enterprises and has too much shit that he puts up with because his board doesn't respect him #danny shows up and wants to conceal being a ghost for as long as possible but fucking vlad already possessed some fuckin guy #vlads plan is to abduct and adopt tim #vlad sees the resemblance immediately but when he asks tim the name question tims answer basically confirms it to him lol #jason is collateral damage here and is willing to throw down because of it #jason immediately being like 'oh look its a version of you i havent traumatized yet. i should not fuck up this one.' #jason danny and tim bonding over hating vlad actually brings danny into the family fold #he still lives in amity but now he has unlimited pocket change and a family that acts suspiciously like they're hiding being vigilantes

[numberonepartyboy]

possession was fun

#ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #jay walker #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago possession #i love ghost cole #wish there was more of him #bruise duo #i see so many mistakes ughhh #creation tag

[radiance1]

Just remembered about the Vortex's lil guy au and decided to write a lil about it.

***

When the Justice League arrived to stop a newly risen villain's scheme, which involved taking holding an entire city hostage with the use of a machine that could control the weather, which also involved expanded after successfully taking over the city.

When they achieved victory, they did not expect a child to be powering the machine.

Shazam, surprisingly, was the first one to react. "Danny!?" He said as he flew over to the boy, gently picking him from the confines of the machine (after they it had been deactivated) and into his arms. "Danny...?" He said a moment later, unsure of himself as his voice wavered a bit.

He shook the boy a bit, not too hard though, so as not to do any accidental harm. Blearily, the boy blinked opened his eyes, staring up at Shazam's worried face. "Shazam?" He murmured, voice rough and scratchy, as if it wasn't used often.

Either this boy-Danny-didn't speak much beforehand, or he was trapped in that machine so long that his voice became like this from a long period of disuse.

Shazam seemed to have thought so as well, and by his expression, it seemed to be more of the later as he floated down beside the rest of the League.

Danny blinked slowly before looking around the area, eyes glancing over every member present, then his surroundings and then finally back to Shazam and, with a curious tilt of his head he simply asked. "Did I get possessed again?"

A wave of concern washed over the group at the way the boy so casually asked such a question. As if it happened often enough that he grew used to it and, if the 'again' was any indication, it might just be the case.

"No." Shazam shook his head, readjusting his hold on the boy as he started to try and wiggle himself out of his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yep." Said Danny, not even taking a moment to consider the question. As if he didn't just come out of a machine that feed upon his powers for who knew how long. Shazam's eyes narrowed in a glare that could almost give the Bat's a run for his money.

"Danny." The Champion of Magic chided, and the boy's eyes glazed over for a moment as Shazam simply readjusted his hold again. A moment later the boy blinked, a small purse to his lips and the vaguest amounts of concern slipping onto his face. "Oh," The boy said, no longer trying to wiggle himself from Shazam's hold. "My magic is acting weird, that's not good."

"Well yea since you, you know, had your powers drained and all?" Green Lantern said, the end of his question dipping into a question as the boy turned his head in his direction with too empty eyes that, for some reason, unsettled him.

"Who're you?" He asked with passing interest.

Whatever unsettlement Green Latern felt, it was immediately replaced with the vaguest amount of offence as the boy's words somehow wounded his ego more than such a simple question should have once it registered.

Who then immediately proceeded to ignore him.

The boy then blinked again, turning to Batman and giving the man a small wave. "Hello again, Batman." The Dark Knight simply grunted in his direction and nodded. Then pointed to each and every member present and slowly called out their names.

"Wonder Woman, Superman, Martian Manhunter, " Both of the aliens names were whispered with an underlying awe. "The Flash and Aquaman." His finger than landed on Green Lantern, and the boy furrowed his brows. "So who're you?"

"How do you know spooky but not me?!" Green Lantern ignored the Bat's glare in his direction at the use of the nickname, wounded pride and genuine bafflement allowing him to do such a thing.

"We met before." Danny state simply, as if that was the answer to all questions. "You?" He asked again.

This could not get worse. Green Lantern thought.

It could get worse. Green Lantern realized a few moments later after trying-and failing-to get the boy to recognize him as the members present were snickering at his plight.

Even Wonder Woman was trying to hold down a smile.

His eyes accidentally wandered in Batman's direction to see his reaction and he let out a quiet sigh of relief to see the man unmoved with only the slightest amount of disappointment that he didn't crack. Though it was wildly overshadowed by his ego being salvaged-

Batman's lips quirked up into a smirk before falling so fast that he had trouble believing if it was even there in the first place.

Green Lantern's jaw dropped as he stared at the Bat incredulously, who simply stared back. Unmoved, like a stone. As if he didn't just smile at him.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Vortex when he made a precaution to not have his little guy possessed by human ghosts only to have him dropped into another dimension- #-and possessed by ghosts of varying magical natures supernatural entities and other such beings: #Danny and Shazam know each other #They're like friends #Danny got used as a power source for a weather machine because of his weather related powers #Danny and Batman have only met once #He also genuinely does not know who Green Lantern is #How? #I have no clue #Danny when his magic is wonky and feeling the effects of being forcefully sucked of his powers: I'm fine. #Shazam who is used to his shit by now: Danny. [Said in a vaguely disappointed tone] #Danny: On second thought let me check-