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httpsobi · 2 years

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TEAM, MEET... GREEN LANTERN, AT YOUR SERVICE!

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, gender neutral o/c or reader insert, vague descriptions of violence, blood and injuries from fights.

A/N + it's a ghost town in here but enjoy!

★ chaotic on the verge of war criminal but also somehow calm, mature paternal figure

★ gets the feral 'i will bite your ankles off' from hal, gets the calmness more from john ♥︎ has probably bit hal at least 5 times when she/he/they were little

★ pretty battle smart, and while she/he/they aren't physically the strongest in the team without her/his/their constructs, has knocked out people with a punch ♥︎ dumb as HELL as a civilian for some reason... like god where does her/his/their intelligence go in daily life

★ best described as the golden retriever/husky friend. smart (sometimes), dramatic, dumb 90% of the time, friendly, clingy

★ most likely part of the og (also known as the cadmus mess) ♥︎ or at least a witness

★ if she/he/they were directly a part of cadmus, probably was going to be grounded for life by the corpse men

★ if she/he/they weren't, probably arrived with the leaguers n' laughed their ass off the WHOLE time the sidekicks got yelled it ♥︎ until they got scolded by john

★ great buddies w/ everyone on the team ♥︎ somehow manages to be good (even great?) buddies with connor ♥︎ i love the idea that connor's this blank n' dead faced dude then there's just someone who's never stopped smiling ♥︎ had a bet w/ robin n' artemis to see how many pranks they could pull on wally before he caught on. it was a tie between all three of them when they all unknowingly set up traps in the same room at the same time n' wally caught all of them

★ calm n collected during fights, usually the one saving kid flash from his demise when he decides to run off like an true idiot ♥︎ often jokes about them being the new speedster n' green lantern duo until they actually turn into them n' she/he/they are just like "... fuck."

★ despite the fact that they are mostly calm, has gone manic n' insane a couple times during battle ♥︎ most likely times: battle w/ amazo, fight with the injustice league, episode 16 in the simulation (i see them going manic as a way to give the rest time to escape, ends up 'dying' to the beams)

★ makes fun of batman like it's her/his/their full time job. they do it like rent's due next month ♥︎ it's a hal jordan thing- started when he would babysit her/him/them n' had no one to cover for him during JLA meetings so she/he/they grew up witness batlantern bicker n' fight like there's no tomorrow

★ the team LOVES listening to her/him/them talk about their time on other planets. ♥︎ m'gann clings onto her/him/them so much when she first joins the team cause like "omg! someone who is spends time off earth!"

★ if she/he/they got a chance to face hal or john during s1e26 when they were under klarion's control, you best believe she/he/they beat his ass n' proceeded to take photos with them unconscious ♥︎ definitely did the rapper poses where they squat with like prayer hands or peace signs over their unconscious bodies ♥︎ if she/he/they had social media for their green lantern persona, you BET they posted it with no context n just "😈🙏🏻🥱🗣" ♥︎ did it w/ p much every other male leaguer too ♥︎ left the women alone cause 'respect our big sexy buff talented women' ♥︎ made robin email the photos to all the leaguers as holiday cards

★ as the team grew n got older, she/he/they either joined nightwing in leading the team or moved on to the justice league w/ zatanna n' rocket ♥︎ probably preferred staying w/ nightwing tho ♥︎ 10/10 is the :D bubbly nice fun mentor who's all joking n' giggles then she/he/they go into missions n' the younger team members are like "what in the hell"

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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“Thanks for taking care of me while I’m sick,” he groaned lowly, barely managing to suppress the cough that scratched up his throat.

She hummed, lifting the washcloth off his forehead to replace it with a fresh, cool one and she pulled the sheet over his bare chest and arms, up to his neck. “Well, it’s not like I had anything better to do on a Friday night, Hal.” Grabbing the bottle of NyQuil from the bedside table, she uncapped it and poured the amount, handing him the cup.

Hal’s expression pinched and he turned his face away with a grimace. “No. That’s nasty.”

“Oh, don’t be such a big baby,” she grunted, rolling her eyes, and shoving it in his face again. “Take it and you’ll sleep through the night.”

“No,” he retorted with a scowl. “That shit’s nasty and I’m not drinking it.”

She cocked a brow and placed the cup on the bedside table before scrambling atop Hal, pinning his elbows to the bed with her knees. He let out a howl from the pain of her weight on his arms but also from the shock at the sheer audacity to do what she was about to do. She didn’t waste her chance, one hand squeezing his mouth painfully to keep it open, the other grabbing the cup.

She poured it in his mouth then slammed his mouth shut and held her hand over it, glaring down at him, warning, “Swallow it, Harold Jordan, or I’ll pour the entire bottle down your throat.”

He glowered at her and with a great amount of will, he swallowed the cough syrup and when she pulled away, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. “You’re a terrible woman,” he growled. “Horrible to me in all the worst ways.”

“Oh, boo-hoo-hoo,” she mocked, shifting her knees from his elbows to rest between his arms and his torso, kneeling in the bed. “I forced you to take your medicine. What a witch I am.”

Hal smacked a few times and shivered from the taste. “Evil to me.”

“You’ll live,” she acknowledged, poking his nose. “And when you wake up in the morning feeling better, you’ll thank me then.”

He rested back against the pillows beneath his head, fingers gently kneading her thigh from beneath the sheet. “Will you stay the night?”

She sighed wistfully at his pitiful expression and bent down, pressing her lips to his cheekbone. “Sure, Hal, I’ll stay the night to make sure you don’t die in your sleep.”

“And you’ll make me chicken and rice?”

“Don’t push your luck, sick-boy,” she warned. “You take your medicine in the morning like a real man and I’ll consider making you chicken and rice.”

“Why won’t you just let me take the pills?” he whined, turning his face into the pillow to pout and she rolled off him, laying out on the open side of the bed.

“Because liquids are absorbed faster, and the sooner you’re over this, the sooner you’ll stop being a man-baby.”

“You’re so mean to me,” he whined again, lids starting to droop. “So mean to me.”

She reached over and carded her fingers in his brown hair, gently combing it and she smiled as he started to go slack beneath her, breathing evening out as he fell into sleep. “Yeah, but I love you while I’m at it, Hal.”

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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Don't You Draw The Queen of Diamonds, Boy, She'll Beat You If She's Able, You Know The Queen of Hearts Is Always Your Best Bet

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: This wasn't supposed to be 1.2K??? Enjoy! -Thorne

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She let Bruce have his merry way with slandering her husband in front of her. Had she been a lesser woman, she probably would’ve snapped and broken the man’s back in two, but she forced herself to ignore it. The meeting was almost over anyways and then she’d be flying back to Coast City, away from Bruce and away from his stupid—but truthfully, not very far off—insults.

Barry frowned from his seat. “Hal’s trying his best to be here and be a part of the League, Bruce,” he explained. “But Hal’s pulled in all directions. Here, the Air Force, and the Corps. You can’t expect him to always be at every meeting.”

“I am,” Bruce retorted. “And I have seven kids who all attend extracurricular activities that I go to.”

Barry didn’t have a counter to that, and he looked away, meeting her eyes; she merely blinked and murmured, “I relay information to Hal whenever he isn’t here, Bruce. You don’t have to shove the stick farther up your ass about it.”

The vigilante turned his darkened glare onto her, but she simply gazed back at him. “He’s missed the last six meetings.”

“My husband’s a busy man, Bruce,” she replied. “He’s a Captain and a high-ranking Green Lantern. Edward’s Air Force Base and Oa call on him quite a lot.” Her expression didn’t change as she added, “Perhaps a man who’s had everything handed to him wouldn’t understand the meaning of demanding work and responsibility.”

Even Diana and Clark were shocked when the words came out of her mouth. “That’s a little far, Aurorus,” Clark admonished. “Even for you.”

She cocked a brow. “Oh? I thought we were insulting our fellow league members in front of one another right now. Or are Bruce’s words of Hal merely compliments disguised as cruel slights?”

Standing from her seat, she calmly rounded the table and stood in front of Bruce. “See, the thing about you, Bruce, is that you like to insult those your think are less intelligent than you. Less skilled. If they don’t operate on Batman’s level, they don’t deserve his time. If they’re not afraid of you, you can’t stand it.” She searched his gaze. “And that’s the thing you don’t like about my husband. As John once said, ‘Hal was the man without fear, and what’s the Batman when you’re not afraid of him? Just. A. Man.”

Bruce glowered at her, and she could see the annoyance in his eyes.

“My husband isn’t an idiot, Bruce. He’s got a bachelor's degree in aeronautical science. He can explain the laws of motion and solve physics problems with a breeze. He’s a strong, capable leader who commands a squadron in the Air Force and is considered to be one of the greatest Green Lanterns alive if not the greatest.”

With each support, her voice grew stronger, more righteous.

“My husband has given his life for the people he cared about and yes, he’s fucked up. Many times. But he paid for his sins. He repaid his debts to those he owed and to those he couldn’t, he has driven himself almost insane trying to do better. To never make the same mistakes again.” She took a step closer. “My husband has flown to the edges of the galaxy, seen time in ways no mortal has ever seen it before, has watched stars die and life revive.”

Getting nose to nose with Bruce, she affirmed, “My husband is flawed. But rest assured, the man I stand before is a lesser man than Hal Jordan.” Her eyes narrowed, and she spat, “And he always will be.”

They glared one another down, a pen could be heard dropping, and someone cleared their throat. “Okay…uh…meeting adjourned until next week.”

The League members around started leaving but the two of them stood there, glaring at one another with hatred until someone touched her arm. “Aurorus…do you want to come back with me?”

“Of course, Barry,” she replied, not taking her eyes off Bruce until the Dark Knight scowled even harder and turned away with the flip of his cape and stalked off.

She almost yelled another insult at him, but she didn’t and merely pursed her lips as she looked at Barry. “Come, let us go to Central City. I could use a good milkshake.”

Barry followed like a puppy. “You really did Hal justice in there. He’d probably be crying if he heard what you said.”

“Hmm. Hal probably would’ve stuck his face against my cheek and cooed, ‘Aww, babe you do care!’.” She looked at him. “I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I’ve only rocked the boat more doing that.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But you did defend your husband, so I think it’s okay.” She didn’t reply as they walked up to the Zeta-tube. “But I do think Hal would be happy to know what you said.”

She ignored it. “I’m thinking of a cheeseburger with my milkshake. A big, greasy, bacon-cheeseburger with loaded fries.” Glancing at him, she asked, “I’m buying, want anything?”

Barry’s face lit up and he started bouncing on his heels, nodding his head like a child. “Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes.”

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Within the little apartment on Oa that Hal had been given, most of the furniture resembled that of his and his wife’s apartment back in Coast City, complete with a sixty-five-inch flat screen TV and a sectional that he may or may have not bribed Clark on flying to Oa.

Hal laid down on the couch and flicked through the TV channels, trying to find something of interest that would make him tired enough to sleep. Two more weeks of scouring the Andromeda galaxy and he would be able to go back home; all he wanted to do was hold his wife in his arms and sink into their bed, buried in comfy pillows and blankets.

Speaking of his wife, his phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he leaned over, fumbling for it; lifting it into his vision he saw the text from Barry.

Watch this. You won’t be disappointed :)

Hal rolled his eyes. Barry and his emoticons. He flicked the video on, eyes slowly widening, jaw going slack as he watched his wife wiped the floor with Bruce.

My husband is flawed. But rest assured, the man I stand before is a lesser man than Hal Jordan. And he always will be.

The video came to an end and his phone buzzed in his hand.

Did you watch it?

He tapped his own response. Yeah…I’ve never seen her that enthusiastic before. Hal could sense Barry’s grin.

She might be the Fairy Queen, but you and I both know she’s actually the Queen of Diamonds, isn’t she?

Queen of Hearts, Barry. My wife is the Queen of Hearts.

XD Whatever you say, Harold! Goodnight! Or Morning! See you when you get back! I know she’s ready to see you too!

Hal clicked the phone off and he set it on the coffee table again, heart fluttering in his chest as he threw an arm over his eyes, trying to ignore the burning in them; even if he couldn’t, a mile-wide smile was on his lips, wobbly, but there and thankful someone saw the worst in him and still loved him more than the world.

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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“Does anyone know why Hal is crying?” Barry asked, a worried expression on his face; Hal didn’t cry, Hal never cried. “He looks really upset.”

“He’s not upset,” she scowled.

That sounded suspicious.

Barry cocked a brow. “What’d you do, Aurorus?”

“I found out who was eating my lunches up here and decided to make them pay for it.” She glared at Hal. “Say hello to the lunch thief.”

“What’d you do?” Barry repeated.

She harrumphed. “I put Carolina Reaper peppers in my soup and laced it with a shit-ton of ghost pepper extract.”

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “You know that technically classifies as poisoning, right?”

“Fucker’s been eating my lunch. He got what he deserved.”

“I’m your husband!” Hal cried, tears and snot running down his face. “What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours!”

She scowled at him and pointed to herself, shouting, “I DON’T SHARE FOOD!”

Barry looked between the tearful husband and the raging wife, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you two managed to get married.”

She turned her glare onto him. “You’re one to talk!”

“Yeah!” Hal encouraged. “What she said.”

“Shut up!” she yelled at Hal, and Barry shook his head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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Read this while it lasts because I'm not writing it for a long time. You just get to revel in the angst of no happy ending

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So, Reader and Hal have been friends since they were babies, I mean lived next-door-to-one-another-close. When Martin died and Hal just shut down, she was always there. Would sit beside him on the lunch bench, offering a bite of her lunch every time and he would always shake his head; she’d nod and lay her head on his shoulder and eat, quietly talking about whatever she liked that would make him respond. So, he never did, but then one day when she offered him some of her lunch, he took some and she just bawled all day because Hal was finally “back.” As they got older, the small, child crush just evolved into full-grown love and she’s always been there, ride or die best friend who never lets her feelings get in the way because she knows what she’d stand to lose if she told Hal the truth.

BACKSTORY DONE

(I don’t know if you’ve ever seen Supernatural but in one of the first four seasons there was an episode where Dean got attacked by the djinn and was stuck in some type of dream where his life was “perfect.”) So, in some fashion that I have to figure out, that happens to her, and for some reason, even after they’ve had Constantine and Zatanna “cure” her, they can’t wake her up and Constantine offhandedly mentions dream walking to see why she’s still stuck in her dreams. He also says that it’d help if there was someone who could come along that she was close to that could help make her realize it’s a dream. Hal volunteers because he’s that close with her.

So Constantine connects their minds and Hal finds himself in a world that’s exactly like the one he just left but when he manages to find her (on the Coast City beach of all places?), he sees her and another “Hal” dancing with one another and he can hear her laughing and it’s nothing he’s ever heard from her before, and he’s shocked, to say the least, whenever he sees the other Hal kiss her and she just melts against him and says, “I love you, Hallie,” and he says the same to her.

He tails them back to an apartment and he waits until they’ve gone to sleep to get in and find her. She wakes up in bed and is like, “Hal, I think there’s someone in the apartment.” But since it’s a perfect world and nothing goes wrong, he’s like, “Doors and windows are locked. No one’s here but us.” And goes back to sleep, but she can’t help but feel worried, so she gets up and goes out of the bedroom. Someone’s hand comes around her mouth and she panics until the real Hal is like, “It’s me!” Understandably, she’s freaked out because she just left Hal in bed and now, he’s here but he doesn’t explain as he drags her from the apartment and to the “location” where Constantine is supposed to collect them and wake them up from.

When they get there, he explains that she’s been attacked by an otherworldly force and has been in a dream-coma-like state for a week and they couldn’t wake her up. And on some level, she realizes this and when she does, the “world” starts to break down and then she really understands it was all a dream. All the while, Hal doesn’t mention anything he saw because he doesn’t want to risk making her stay behind in something she desperately desires but isn’t safe for her.

Just as they’re about to “wake up” through the portal Constantine makes, the other Hal appears and starts begging her to stay, and then she’s torn between the real Hal and the one she’s been loving for months (because in her dream, months have passed, not just a week). Hal, the real one, condemns his reasoning saying, “If you loved her, you’d let her leave. She’ll die if she stays.”

The other Hal comes back with, “At least I love her!” and the real Hal is dumbstruck as the other launches into a whole tirade of all the shit real Hal does to her and takes for granted. “She has always been there for you. She loves you. Like no woman has ever loved you before and you have always taken her for granted. Everything she does for you. How many times have you shown up at her doorstep at two AM and begged for a place to sleep for the night and she always smiles and says it’s your home too? How many times has she picked your drunk ass up from the bar and nursed your hangovers the next day and never complained? How many times have you left in the morning for missions and never even left a note explaining when you’d be back, always worrying her thinking you’ve been hurt? How many times has she held you as you cried and lamented over all the shit you’ve done to your family and friends? How many times has she had to reassure you that you’re still a good man in her eyes? You don’t love her, not in the way she deserves to be loved by you. You don’t even care that she does all this out of love. You know exactly why she does what she does and instead of setting that boundary you revel in it because she’s the only one who cares enough to put up with your shit and still love you like you don’t hurt her a little more every time you leave.” Then he huffs a humorless laugh. “But it’s not like you’re leaving a lover, right? You need her and want her care, but you don’t love her for it in return. But I do.” Then he, the other Hal, turns to her and takes her hands and says, “I love you. And I want you to stay with me because I can make you happy. I have been making you happy. This is what you’ve always wanted, and I want to give that to you. I want to stay with you and love you.”

And the real Hal can see her beginning to slip because he knows, God does he know what it’s like to want what you don’t have. In a last-ditch effort to get her back, he says softly, “He’s right…I can’t love you, not like you love me. But you’re my best friend and I need you there. Please, come back with me.”

And that’s what breaks her because she pulls away from the fake Hal and agrees to go back; the fake Hal asks, “I don’t understand, why are you going back when you can stay with me?” she simply says, “Because this isn’t real, and we both know it.” Then she turns to him and adds, “Being with you these last few months…it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but…it’s not real and I can’t stay if it isn’t real.”

He's sad, cups her face and brushes her cheek and he feels so real to her though as he returns, “I wish I was real enough for you.” And then he leans down and gently kisses her forehead, so softly, then the tip of her nose and her lips, and it’s all so gentle and caring and she grabs his jacket in her fists because she starts crying (well, she already is) and then he pulls away, just enough for their lips to brush and he whispers, “I love you…and when all your life is lived, I’ll wait for you at the end. We’ll get our chance in the next life.” Then he kind of smiles and adds, “Maybe my life won’t be so tragic, and I’ll be a better man.”

She simply smiles back at him and kisses him again, replying knowingly, “You already are, Hal. You always have been.” He smiles one last time at her and pulls away, his hand holding hers as he steps away, until their fingers are just brushing, then as his hand leaves her, he kind of dissolves into smoke and she goes to stand next to the real Hal, waiting for whatever that’s about to happen and he tries to comfort her but she pulls away and holds her arms to her sides and just says, “Don’t…just don’t.” And he relents and calls for Constantine to wake them up.

So, they wake up and her head kind of lolls to the side and Hal’s the first thing she sees and, in that moment, it kind of hits her what’s been blown out of the water and what she left behind, and when he gives her that apologetic look, she turns away, rolls over on the medical bed, and starts crying. Hal tries to take her back to Coast City, but she doesn’t want him anywhere near her so Clark steps up and takes her and when he drops her off, he asks if she wants to talk about it and all she can respond is with, “I wish he’d never woken me up.”

A few days pass and Hal has tried to see her every day, but she won’t answer the door and on the fifth day he tries, his phone pings with a message from her, and all the text says is, “Stop.” And Hal knows he’s done something he shouldn’t have and screwed up something so great that he can’t ever fix it. So, he leaves, and he doesn’t come back.

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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Guy liked to crank the radios in the bar just shy of full volume whenever it wasn’t opening time yet. Just him, sometimes Kyle—but honestly, you had to roll Kyle out of bed in the mornings for him to be there at the ass-crack of dawn, and that did not happen very often—and usually the robot that spent a majority of her time observing the human Lanterns whenever they were on Oa. And because Guy was the only one awake at the moment, she was there in the bar observing him until he put her to work with a broom, and shit, even her sweeping was methodical. It also meant that with her being there, he wasn’t allowed to play his music all the way up; hell, she didn’t even have ears, but he didn’t want to be a giant dick and deafen whatever sound-processing nodes she had in her head.

He tapped his foot behind the bar along with the drumbeat, head bobbing slightly as he sung under his breath the words to “Cherry Pie.” Kyle had been annoyingly up his ass since opening the bar, that Guy needed more music than just Aerosmith, so he went for a mix of seventies and eighties rock, which seemed to satisfy most of the humans and aliens who didn’t have to listen to “Dude Looks Like A Lady” anymore. He swung the rag over his shoulder and set the glass he’d been cleaning back on the rack, momentarily admiring the long row of crystal beer mugs and wine glasses that had come from alien planets all over the universe’s sectors.

“Lantern Guy,” someone said from behind and he turned, looking at the AI who was standing there with the broom in her hand; the three, green-glowing irises in each eye rotated as she gazed at him. “I have finished sweeping the floor of the establishment. Shall I sweep behind the bar as well?”

He shook his head. “Nah, don’t worry about it.”

“Very well,” she replied. “What do you wish me to do with the broom?”

“Maintenance closet,” he said, tipping his head to the little room in the corner. “There’s a rack you can set it on.”

“Understood.” She turned and walked over to the closet, returning moments later to sit on the padded barstool.

Guy turned. “Want some motor oil?” he joked. “It’s on the house.”

Her head cocked slightly, and she blinked. “As I do not consume food or liquid, I am unsure of what you are asking me, Lantern Guy.”

“No, it’s a—” he let out a sigh and drug a hand down his face. “Never mind.”

She blinked again, then a look of recognition came over her artificial features. “Oh, you are making a joke. Asking if I want motor oil because robots are typically associated with using gas and oils as fuel. I understand the humor and the joke now.”

“Oh, do you?” he retorted, brows pinched. “‘Cause it’s not as funny when you explain it.”

This robot just did not pick up on sarcasm because she merely glanced in the direction of the speakers and said, “Lantern Guy, I have noticed that a majority of the music you listen to has sexual analogies.”

He cocked a ginger brow. “Uh huh…”

“Yes, the song, “You Shook Me All Night Long,” by the seventies, Australian rock band, “AC/DC,” is full of sexual innuendoes.” She looked back at him. “Boston rock band, “Aerosmith” has many songs of the same idea. Their song “Rag Doll,” is an example.” A curious look came across her face. “Lantern Guy, do you listen to these songs because they have these sexual innuendoes and analogies?”

Guy spluttered, cheeks flushing, and Guy-fucking-Gardner did not blush. “What! No! I just like ‘em ‘cause they’re what I grew up listening to!”

“Oh…I see,” she answered. “Do you find the music aesthetically pleasing?”

He stopped feeling warm under his skin and he started cleaning an already clean glass to keep his attention on not blushing again. “Yeah. Beat’s good. And the lyrics, not the sexual ones, but from other songs, they have meaning.”

“You are saying that music in this human era does not have meaning anymore?”

Guy shrugged. “Some of us just prefer the oldies. Kyle and his friends are in the newer crowd. The pop and other shit coming out these days is what they’re into.”

“But not you or Lantern Hal, for that matter.”

“Hal’s dad used to listen to old country like Johnny Cash, so he’s like his old man.”

“You are not like yours though?”

“I’m not my father and I won’t ever be,” he denounced, jaw clenching in anger.

She was watching him carefully. “I registered a change in your emotional state, Lantern Guy. I apologize. My intention of the remark was not to anger you, but merely to reach an agreement with you that you are not like your father.”

Guy huffed and waved it off. “It’s cool. Let’s just go back to talking about music.” He glanced at her. “Do you like any of the music we’ve been playing? I know Kyle gets in here and plays that pop shit from time to time. But that’s only when I’m away on missions.”

She pondered his question for a moment. “There are songs from all genres that many of the human Lanterns have played that I enjoy.”

“What’s your favorite song?” he asked, then followed up with, “If you have one.”

Her glowing green eyes found his and she replied, “The English group “Duran Duran” made a song called, “The Wild Boys. My processors enjoy that song, especially when you and the others of the Four Corpsmen are in the vicinity.”

Guy’s expression turned confused. “What? Why?”

She smiled, a smile way too human for an AI, and merely said, “It reminds me of you four.”

“Now what in the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I apologize, Lantern Guy,” she hummed while getting up and heading for the door. “But my processors are needing to be connected the Oan mainframe for updates. I am afraid I cannot stay any longer.”

Guy damn near hopped the bar as he hurried after her. “Wait! Get back here and explain that shit to me! DAMNIT COME BACK HERE, YOU TIN CAN SUPERCOMPUTER! YOU’RE NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS!”

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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I Would Pull The Trigger But You're Already Dead

An Injustice One-Shot!

Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: All I have to say for myself is... :) Enjoy! -Thorne

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Hal couldn’t help but frown as the gathering of heroes bypassed him in silence, glares directed at their former teammate turned Regime-aider. “I know I don’t deserve to be upset,” he muttered to the Speedster next to him, who was busy averting his gaze to the floor for the exact same reason. “But it still stings to be so disregarded.”

Barry glanced at him from the corner of his eye. “Can you blame them?” he asked. “We helped Clark. You don’t really think they’d just welcome us back with open arms after all we did.”

“You say that like you actually murdered people,” Hal said lowly, gazing at his hands that still seemed to be stained crimson no matter how many times he washed them clean. “You just rounded people up, Barry.”

“Evil is evil, Hal,” he countered. “Greater or lesser makes no difference.” Barry looked at him. “We still chose the wrong side, and now we’re paying for that choice.”

“I know,” Hal muttered, glancing up to see Bruce coming their way.

“Flash, have you seen GL around here?” Bruce inquired and Hal’s brows furrowed.

“I’m right here?”

“Not you,” he retorted. “We have another Green Lantern stationed in the Insurgency.”

Hal shook his head. “Who? Ganthet didn’t mention another GL stationed on earth?”

“Because I told him not to tell you,” a voice called from behind, and the temperature of the room dropped by about thirty degrees from how cold and hate-filled it was.

Hal and Barry turned to see a young man coming towards them, and Hal’s jaw slackened upon realization of who it was, more importantly, the Green Lantern suit that he wore, a striking match to his father’s; Hal’s breath caught in his throat, a deep, frigid pit ebbing outwards from his stomach to all his limbs as his heart began to beat faster. “Kid, what are you—when did you get a—”

He raised his fist, showing the green power ring. “Ganthet gave me my father’s ring after it made its way back to Oa.” His glare sharpened to a knife’s edge as his voice began to rise dangerously. “But you’d know all about my father’s ring coming back, wouldn’t you, Hal?”

“GL,” Bruce warned. “Now’s not the time to settle this score. We have a mission to take—”

“You can shut the fuck up,” he hissed at Bruce and whirled on Hal. “I swore to myself whenever I saw you, I’d let you know exactly what I thought of you.” His voice raised into an enraged shout. “You’re a goddamn criminal. You’re a fucking coward!” he yelled, shoving Hal back. “You’re a double-crossing, renegading, back-stabbing, motherfucker and you don’t deserve to put that ring back on!” someone grabbed his arm and he yanked away. “You murdered my fucking father! You turned on everything you stood for! You were supposed to protect this universe not help a fucking madman enslave it!”

With each accusation that weren’t far from the truth, Hal’s expression darkened. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Kid, I’m so so—”

“YOU’RE SORRY?!” he exploded, shoving Hal up against the wall, forearm locked against his throat. “I BURIED MY DAD AFTER YOU MURDERED HIM! AND YOU’RE FUCKING SORRY?!” he shoved harder, cutting off Hal’s air supply. “YOU DON’T GET TO BE SORRY! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE ALIVE! MY DAD DOES!” Hal didn’t fight back, even as dark spots started blurring in the corners of his eyes. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO LEARN THAT MY FUCKING GODFATHER MURDERED MY DAD IN COLD BLOOD?! HE TRUSTED YOU! I TRUSTED YOU!”

Hands wrapped around the younger man’s arms, tugging him away and he fought violently. “LET ME GO! I DESERVE TO KILL HIM!”

“GL, stop.”

Hal fell to the ground and coughed while Barry rested a hand on his shoulder to ease him. “I’m—sor—ry,” he choked out between coughs, sucking in a lungful of air.

“I DON’T WANT YOUR SORRY!” he screamed, and Hal finally looked up at him, unable to hold his gaze for long as the tears streamed down the young man’s face. “I WANT MY FATHER BACK, YOU SONOVABITCH!” he staggered back into Bruce’s arms, knees giving out beneath him as he sobbed, a soul-tearing mixture of anger and grief, as he wept repeatedly, “I want my dad back.”

Hal gazed at him, his chest caving in, regrets and every mistake he made during the Regime coming back at him full force, and all he could do was stare at his godson and say, “I am so sorry.”

He turned his head up, trying to strike out at him, but Bruce caught his arm and curled it back to his chest, keeping him still. “I hope you die,” he snarled, baring his teeth, tears turning from grief to rage. “I hope you die in the most painful way imaginable. I hope everyone you love dies in front of you. I hope to God it fucking kills you. You deserve to die.”

“I know,” Hal agreed, refusing to rise to his feet, even as Barry tried to help him. “I know I do.”

He couldn’t strike the older Lantern in front of him, but he gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat with all the loathing he had in him. “There’s a special place in Hell for betrayers like you.” Cocking his elbow into Bruce’s side, he griped, “Let go of me.”

“No fighting. It’s a distraction,” Bruce warned and let him up.

“So is working with murderers and renegades,” he shot back, a swipe and both Hal and Barry; he offered one final glance to Hal and threatened, “I don’t care if you’re trying to make things right with everyone else. You will never be redeemed in my eyes. And if you’re wise, you’ll stay the fuck away from me. I don’t want your amends. Ever.”

Hal couldn’t watch him go, he simply gazed at his hands, now more than ever covered in blood, and whispered, “I’m sorry, kid.”

“I’m well fucking past sorry,” he snapped as he strode away. “And you need to do this universe a favor and blow your fucking brains out.”

The three men watched the younger slam the door behind him; Barry looked down at Hal. “Hal,” he started, and the man shook his head.

“Go. I—I think I need to be alone for a while.”

Barry frowned but relented and left his friend collapsed by the wall, Bruce walking beside him as they left in the other direction. “You did this on purpose,” he accused.

“He needed to see Hal and get this out of the way.”

“Out of the way?” he hissed, voice raising higher. “All you did was set a powder keg on fire! He is not going to let this go!”

Bruce stopped and looked at him. “You expect him to? Did you ever let go of Thawne killing your mother?”

“That’s different,” Barry retorted.

“Is it? He killed your mother and yet you’ve always held a grudge against him once you learned he did it.” Bruce’s expression was solemn. “Why is Hal any different from Thawne?”

Barry looked away. “It wasn’t right. You shouldn’t have ambushed Hal like that.”

“Perhaps,” he mused. “But he’s not going to kill Hal.”

“And how are you so sure?” he questioned dubiously.

Bruce met his gaze and affirmed, “Because he’s a better man than Hal, and he swore to uphold his father’s memory.”

As he walked away, Barry called, “Do you seriously think that’s going to stop him from getting revenge? And I mean honest to God, Bruce, do you?”

Bruce paused and took a moment to draw his eyes from the floor to his old friend’s. “He got that ring while Hal was imprisoned. If he had wanted to kill Hal, he would’ve already.” He frowned. “He’s grown up too fast, Barry, but I know he won’t because he’s a Green Lantern. Guy Gardner might’ve been the biggest moron I ever knew, but he was a good man. And I know he raised his son to be a better man than he was.” Bruce gave Barry a firm look. “He won’t kill Hal.”

Barry watched him walk away, torn between staying for his friend and going to comfort the still-grieving recipient of a dead man’s power ring. “I wouldn’t blame him if he did,” he whispered to no one but himself and slipped through the doorway towards the barracks.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Could you do number 49? Xx

49. Secret kisses

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“We’re gonna get in trouble, Jason,” she giggled against his lips, breathy pecks as he trailed his hands up her sides, squeezing the soft flesh of her body.

He smiled, nipping at her lower lip, and whispered with a hush, “Not if you don’t make noise.”

“I can’t help it,” she laughed, only managing to snort more when he clamped his hand over her mouth to keep her from bursting out. “Jason,” she whined against his palm when he started kissing along her jaw.

“Your dad’s outside the closet, doll,” he murmured. “Unless you want him and his buddies finding us, you should put a lid on it.”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously, sly intent swimming within as she licked his palm. “Make me,” she countered. “Unless you’re too chicken to have fun in a utility closet during a Justice League Meeting.”

Before he could come up with something clever, a voice erupted from the outside. “Red Hood. Blue Lantern. Get out of the closet.”

She winced. “Well, that’s not my dad.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say? Did you just say Red Hood and Blue Lantern?”

“There’s my dad,” she corrected.

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Send me a number and character!

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Lanternfamily Masterlist

Lanternfamily:

When The Music's Not Forgotten PT. 1

One Of The Boys

Raise Hell And High Waters

To Fear Or Not To Fear, That Is The Question PT. 1

Lanternsis Stories:

The Four Corpsmen And Their Cheerleader PT. 1 PT. 2 PT. 3 PT. 4

Lightning Strikes Across Our Skin

Hal Jordan Stories:

To Be Human--To Be Alive

A Lifetime In The Dreams Between

We'll Stay Forever This Way

Faith Is Believing What You Cannot See

I Won't Wait For The Day When You Look Back And Say That You Need Me And Love Me The Same

So Live A Lie, Just Tonight, And Burn Out Bright

What Are You After, Some Kind Of Disaster?

If You Ever Go To Pieces, Fall Between The Thunderclouds, I Will Put You Back Together, I Won't Let You Down

Everything I Hold Dear Resides In Those Eyes

Every Night I'm Dancing With Your Ghost

Don't You Draw The Queen Of Diamonds, Boy, She'll Beat You If She's Able, You Know The Queen Of Hearts Is Always Your Best Bet

Don't Leave Me Alone Here Amongst The Stars

Kyle Rayner Stories:

It's The Thought That Counts

It's As Real As You And Me

It's Who We Are Underneath That Defines Us

It Hit Me Like A Hurricane

Batsis & Green Lantern, Sittin' In A Tree, K-I-S-S-I-N--Wait, Is That Out Sister? PT. 1 PT. 2

Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You

A Thing For Green Rings

You Light The Spark In My Bonfire Heart

Don't Bleed Me Then Push Me Away

Guy Gardner Stories:

We Are Better Than Those Who Created Us

Oh My God They Were Bed-Mates!

It's Heartbreak Or It's Love, There's No Such Thing As Halfway

No Hit As Bad As The Ones They Gave

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See Grief It's Just Like Glitter

A Lanternfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I LIVEEEEEEEEEE! More stories coming when I have the motivation to do them~ Enjoy! -Thorne

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She pushed open the door and led him inside. “Come on in,” she murmured. “It’s a bit of a squeeze compared to the one we had back on the beach, but it should be big enough for the two of us.” Turning, she watched him almost stagger into the apartment, not wasting a moment to sit on the couch. He was so weak and exhausted and, she could barely look at her father. “I’ll see about setting up the storage closet into a makeshift bedroom this weekend, but for now you’ll have to settle for the couch. Okay?”

He looked haggard, unshaven and unkempt, dark circles and bags under his eyes; she chalked it up to partial grief and regret and the other to spending months in a personally subjected imprisonment of a seven by ten cell. “You don’t have to give me that. I don’t deserve it. Any of it.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she set her bag down and knelt in front of him, taking his hands in hers. “Dad, you’ve got a grip, okay? This self-induced, ‘I’m a horrible person, please condemn me forever,’ state is going to kill you—again.” She stared at him. “Look, what happened, happened and you can’t change it or go back and pull whatever parasitic thing was inside you, out.” Squeezing his hands, she comforted, “I know you’re hurting and I know that having to face this head-on, the responsibility of your actions, is hard. But you are not alone and trying to convince yourself that no one else cares about you is a goddamn lie and if you don’t get a grip, I’m going to drag your ass all the way to the Watchtower and force you to listen to your friends tell you that they still care. Uncle Barry cares. Uncle Oliver cares. Every one of them cares about you.”

She swallowed thickly, trying to keep her tears at bay as she admonished, “I am your child. I am not supposed to be your caretaker, and you need to find a way to get through this without my constant help. I’m going to do everything I can to help you. If that means driving you to a therapy class, I will, but I’m not going to stand by and let you wallow yourself to death in regret. You will get over this, you will get up, and you will live again, or so help me God, I don’t know what I’m going to do but it’s going to be something.”

They stared at one another, well, she stared at him, and he merely returned hers blankly, like he hadn’t heard a single word she’d said; she let out a heavy sigh and pulled her hands away, yanking her purse off the couch. “I have to go to work.” She tried not to sound so upset, so angry and took a deep breath, calming herself before she added, “There’s leftover teriyaki chicken and lo mein in the refrigerator. Heat it up and eat it if you can manage to keep it down. Drink some water too. I’ll be back around seven with something for dinner.” She was talking even as she was heading for the door, tugging on the sweater, and shoving her feet into the slip-ons, not looking at him as she left.

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She balanced the pizza boxes in one hand, her purse and grocery bag in the other as she shoved her key into the lock and flipped it, pushing the door open with her hip. Greeted by silence, she frowned and looked around the corner wall to see her father curled up on the shitty couch, one of the throws resting over his body. Letting out a sigh of relief, she set the pizza boxes down along with her purse onto the counter and kicked off her shoes. She turned the corner and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the storage closet with the light on; her brows furrowed, and she walked towards it, pushing the door open all the way to see most of the boxes put away, everything nice and neat inside, the little cot set up with a pillow and blanket from the hall closet.

Her eyes widened and she turned the light off, walking quietly back towards her father who she saw more clearly now. He had one arm curled under his head, the other hand resting on his bicep; he still looked tired, but she noticed that he was clean shaven, and he smelled like the overpriced coffee-scrub soap she had in her shower. Her eyes drifted to the empty Tupperware container sitting on the coffee table, an empty glass of what she suspected was water beside it. Her lips wobbled and she couldn’t help but place her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to keep herself from breaking down in tears; it woke him up though and he blinked blearily, looking at her.

“Huh? What's goin' on? Are you al—” he cut himself off with a yawn. “—right?”

She nodded her head and glanced down at him. “I’m fine, dad.” She smiled. “Are you hungry?”

He shook his head, laying it back down onto his arm. “Not really. I’m more tired than anything.”

No doubt. She thought and squeezed his arm again. “Well, I bought pizza for dinner, so whenever you get hungry, it’ll be in the microwave, okay?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, starting to drift off again and she felt a pang of bitter-sweetness in her chest.

“I love you, dad,” she whispered, bending down to press a kiss to his temple, pulling the throw back to his chin.

She saw it, the corner of his lip pull up into a soft smile and he murmured, “Love you, Raptor.”

Her heart ached for her father, but it was healing too, and she gently smoothed his hair down before rising from the couch, making her way to the kitchen to eat her piece of dinner in the quiet, and leave the rest for him.

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Everything I Hold Dear Resides In Those Eyes

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: Hey @adazzlingsakura here's that divorced fic we were talking about! Thanks @bunnvoid for helping me chose the title; couldn't've done it without you <3 Enjoy! -Thorne

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She wasn’t sure what to expect as she walked down the sterile hospital hall. All she knew was that someone called her telling her that Hal Jordan had been in an accident and seemed to have lost all memory of the past sixteen years. Hell, she hadn’t even seen or talked to him in all that time and yet he was convinced the year was a decade and a half prior and that the two of them were still married. She shook her head as she counted the numbered doors.

304…305...306…307…308…309…and 310. Here we are.

Inhaling deeply, she steeled her nerves and turned the door handle, stepping inside with a quiet, “Excuse me.”

Four men looked up from around the bed, two on each side, and Hal laying in the hospital bed asleep. One of them stood up and walked over. “Can we help you?”

“Yes, I spoke on the phone with a man named…” she pulled a note out of her purse and read, “John Stewart?”

“That’s me.” He smiled and held out his hand. “You must be (Y/N) (L/N).”

Taking his hand, she shook it. “I am. You called me about Hal and said he was in some kind of accident?”

“Do you mind if we talk in the hall?” John asked. “Hal’s been kinda cranky since he’s been awake, and he just fell asleep.” He chuckled. “We’d like to keep it that way for as long as we can.”

She snorted. “Of course.”

The two stepped out and John shut the door behind him, quietly explaining, “Hal recently got into a bad…aircraft accident. He’s got retrograde amnesia. Can’t remember anything in the past seventeen years.”

She frowned, brows furrowing with concern. “Is he okay though? Besides the amnesia, I mean? Anything brain or nerve damage?”

John’s face drew in concern, and he tipped his head side to side. “It’s hard to say. The accident was pretty severe. It wasn’t just the head injury that Hal got out of it.”

“There’s more?”

“He broke both femurs and cracked his pelvis in a few places,” John murmured. “He’s capable of moving both legs and his hips, but he’ll be in recovery for a while along with physical therapy once he’s strong enough to walk.”

(Y/N) looked away, something churning horrible strong in her chest. “I see, that’s…a lot on his plate to heal.”

John nodded. “When he woke up, he was disoriented and confused but he kept asking for you. We didn’t know who you were, but he kept saying, ‘I want to see (Y/N). I want to see my wife.’” He gazed at her with something she regarded as suspicion. “But…in all the time me and the guys have known Hal, he’s never mentioned being married, let alone a stable relationship.”

“Because we’re not in one anymore,” she retorted, looking back at him with mild annoyance. “Hal and I divorced three years after we got married. I haven’t seen him in sixteen years, and I wanted to keep it that way to be honest.”

His eyes widened, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “Oh…I guess that explains it.”

“It does.” (Y/N) glanced at the door, holding her purse closer to her chest. “He must’ve not taken my name off his emergency contact, but I’m surprised the Air Force didn’t do it for him.”

“You were married when Hal was in?”

She nodded. “I was starting senior year of high school and Hal was enlisting.” A small smile she thought John didn’t see came over her lips and she murmured, “He surprised me when I graduated by waiting for me at the end of the stage.”

John’s eyes narrowed softly. “Seems like the two of you were in love back then.”

Something sad flashed across her face. “Yeah…I thought we were too.” Shaking it off, she met his gaze. “If you don’t mind, I’d at least like to speak with him. If he’s going to hear the truth it should come from me.”

“Do you maybe want to wait for some time before you tell him?” John offered. “I think telling him so shortly after the incident may not be such a good idea.”

(Y/N) thought for a moment then let out a heavy sigh. “Then I guess I should call a hotel around here and plan to stay for a few days.” She gripped the door handle and pushed it down, opening the door.

As she walked back inside, she heard John follow her and she looked at the bed, seeing Hal sitting up, no longer asleep, IVs in both arms, a concentrated look on his face as he spoke with one of the men, a ginger haired one. Hal turned his head at the noise coming from the door, eyes widening when they fell on her, and he reached over. “(Y/N)!”

She smiled sadly and stepped closer, taking his hand in hers as she gently sat on the edge of the bed. “Hi Hal. How are you feeling?”

His face pinched. “Like I just got a peanut butter shot in my ass and felt the effects a week and a half later.”

“I remember you writing me about that,” she laughed quietly. “You were sick for three weeks with a bronchitis type of cold.” Reaching up with her free hand, she pushed a few caramel strands from his face. “Hal, what’s the last thing you remember?”

Hal looked down at their hands, eyes slipping shut as he tried to think on his memories. “I can’t see things clearly…everything’s kinda fuzzy.”

She stared at him and urged, “Think really hard, Hal. Anything you can remember that me or your friends here can too is good news.”

His lip started to arch up showing his trouble and he stated, “I was talking to Staff Sergeant Parker about one of the birds on the flight line.”

The ginger haired man spoke up then. “Who’s Staff Sergeant Parker?”

(Y/N) met his gaze. “He was one of Hal’s COs when we were stationed in Coast City a few years ago.”

Hal opened his eyes. “Was?”

She nodded. “Last I heard, Staff Sargent Parker retired and relocated to the Montana mountains.”

“Am I really that out of it?” Hal asked with incredulity. “I don’t feel like it? I mean, I do, but…I don’t…”

A pained look came across his face and (Y/N) soothed him with a calm voice. “Hal, don’t try to force anything to come back right now. You just woke up recently. Focus on healing first.”

He gazed at her. “I feel like I’m forgetting so much. Important things that I can’t seem to pull to the front.” His lips pulled downwards.

“Hal, don’t hurt yourself trying to remember,” the third young man said, one with bright green eyes and dark black hair. “We don’t need you hurting yourself anymore, man.”

Hal looked at him, brows furrowed as he asked, “I…don’t remember—”

“Kyle,” he replied, then pointed to the ginger. “Guy, and John.”

“Right,” Hal said, snapping his fingers. “Sorry…I forgot.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh. “It’s okay, Hal.” She patted his hand. “Why don’t you get some rest? Seems like trying to remember a lot is doing a number on you.” Hal tried to fight with a whine, and she leveled him with a hard stare. “Don’t make me call the nurses to bring a sedative.”

Hal’s expression pinched and he pushed the button to level out the bed, turning his head on the pillow. “I was worried when I woke up and didn’t see you, sweetheart.”

She tried for a smile but managed a better grimace. “Yeah?” combing through his brown hair softly, she said, “I’m here now, Hal.”

“You gonna be here when I wake up?” he looked so worried, so afraid.

(Y/N) nodded. “I will.” She thumbed his temple softly. “Get some sleep, Hal.”

“I love you,” he murmured, coffee eyes slipping shut, content to lay under her hand and she continued her ministrations until his head started tilting deeper into the pillow, breathing leveling out.

She didn’t say it back, merely pulling away and looking at John. “I’m going to step out into the hallway and call a motel for the next few nights, if that’s okay with you?”

“Absolutely,” John replied, letting her pass him to and out the door.

They watched as it shut behind her and the two men looked at him. “So…anyone else feel jilted lover vibes?” Guy asked.

“Same here,” Kyle added. “Something’s up with her.”

John frowned. “Well, apparently, Hal and (Y/N) haven’t been married for sixteen years now.”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right,” Kyle agreed. “So…why is she playing along?”

John looked at him. “I asked her not to tell him immediately for fear that something would upset his injuries. I want to wait and see if anything comes back to him before she breaks the seal, you know?”

Kyle nodded, but Guy cocked a brow. “The ex gets to play doting wife again? This is gonna be a soap opera on heels.”

“Something tells me that (Y/N) doesn’t want to be Hal’s doting wife again,” John muttered, just as the door opened and she stepped back inside.

“There’s a Days Inn down the street from the hospital. I’ve booked it for the week.” (Y/N) gazed at them. “I only have a couple nights worth of clothes, so I need to go shopping sometime later this evening.”

“I’ll take you,” John replied, letting her take his chair by the window. “Don’t worry about the hard things. Me and the guys will cover it all.”

“That sounds nice. Thank you.” (Y/N) glanced around at them. “So…how do you all know Hal?”

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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i shall call myself kyle anon haha. you write him so well i yet again come back for more. if your up for it, 75 from your latest list with kyle or roy? thank you!

Kyle anon, I like the way you think. I love that dope so much

"Promise me just one thing..."

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“I have a question,” he blurted out one night as they were basking in the warmth of their afterglow, wrapped up in the thousand thread count sheets with a fluffy blanket up to their necks.

She managed to pry one eyelid up enough to display an interest as she grunted out a tired, “Hmm?”

“Do you ever think about getting married?”

“Kyle,” she started drowsily. “Now is not the time to ask those questions.”

“What? Why not?” he asked.

“The bedroom isn’t the place to talk about that.”

“This is the exact place to talk about that. Where did you hear it wasn’t?”

She rolled her eyes beneath her closed lids and slumped against his shoulder, burying her face in his neck. “Talk about that outside the bedroom. Like the kitchen table or dining room.”

“We don’t have a dining room and our kitchen is literally ten feet away from us. Technically, this is all bedroom.”

“I’m going to sleep,” she griped, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

“Wait,” Kyle panicked. “Promise me just one thing though.”

“Whatttttttttt!” she whined, already falling asleep.

His fingers trailed along her naked back and he whispered, “Promise me that you’ll marry me one day.”

A dopey smile crossed her lips and she turned her head, pressing them into his underjaw as she murmured, “Already planned on it.”

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Every Night I'm Dancing With Your Ghost

Hal Jordan x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 800 Warnings: Angst

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She remembered the first time she’d given him a bouquet of roses. His coffee eyes had widened like saucers, shock etched into his expression telling her that he’d not once ever received flowers a day in his life. It became something special to him, her offering a bouquet. She gave them when she knew he didn’t have a good day or when something special was coming up. Humorously enough, on the day they’d wedded, the two of them had both pulled bouquets from behind their backs and laughed in front of the entire congregation until they’d cried, barely managing to get through their vows without another round of hysterical laughter.

It was hard to not cry as she knelt before the gravestone and replaced the withered roses with a fresh dozen, fluffing them up so they looked nice. She moved in a routine fashion as she sprayed the gravestone with a gentle cleaner and softly wiped the dirt and grime away, tracing the letters with her fingers. Forcing herself to forgo sobbing at his grave—again—she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, exhaling shakily as she opened her eyes once more.

A soft green light ebbed from behind her, and she gasped, spinning around to see a green-cloaked figure floating towards her; she rose, one hand going for the gun in the side holster, the other palm out to the figure in a “stop” motion. “I don’t know who you are,” she said calmly, voice twinged with warning as she added, “but I’d stop advancing if you don’t want to be a human sprinkler.”

The figure stilled for a moment, turning its head up slightly. “You needn’t be afraid of me.”

“Yeah?” she retorted, slipping the gun from its holster; she raised it and took aim. “Turn. Around. And. Walk. Away. Last chance.” This time, the figure looked at her in the eyes and her lungs deflated at once, the hand holding the gun faltering as she breathed, “H—Hal?”

He descended to the ground and took a step towards her. “Not the Hal you remember. More so manifestations of what he once was. Thoughts. Feelings. The subconscious mind.” Standing in front of her, he gently placed his hand on the gun and pushed it down, so it wasn’t aimed at him. “I am the Spectre, The Spirit of God’s Vengeance.”

Her brows furrowed. “I beg your pardon? God’s vengeance?” she shook her head. “What does any of that have to do with you not being the Hal I remember?”

Spectre gazed at her, lifting a hand to touch her cheek; his fingers were frigid. “There is a part of me that is Hal. I feel him below the surface. I see the memories of your life together.”

She looked away. “It’s hard enough that everyone I’m friends with thinks he was a crazy murderer in the end. I don’t need to meet a copy of Hal to drive myself insane too.”

“Fair. But you must know that Hal was lucid of himself in the end. I know you do know.”

“Is there a purpose to this?” she asked, meeting his gaze. “My husband is dead, and his spirit is some avenging ghost now?”

He merely stared. “I needed a host to continue my purpose. Hal wished to atone.”

Her eyes softened at that and before she could help herself, she was raising her hands, cupping his cheeks, thumbs gently brushing over pale skin. They simply gazed at one another, his hands coming to rest on her forearms, a firm but comforting pressure holding her.

“I miss you,” she whispered, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “We all do at home. Me, Jim, Sue, Helen, all of our family and friends.” Stepping forwards, she curled herself against his chest and rested her cheek to his shoulder. “I don’t want you chasing vengeance for God, Hal,” she breathed. “I want you here. I want you to come home.”

Spectre shifted, one arm wrapping around her shoulders, the other cupping her cheek. “There are always those who must pay for their sins. Hal has not yet reached atonement.”

“How much longer until he does?”

“I know not.”

Glancing up, she met the face that was so foreign yet so familiar to her. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“He does.”

She blinked the tears away, nodding her head. “I never gave up on him. Not even in the end.”

“He knows that as well,” Spectre replied, pulling away from her. “All the things you have left unsaid, he knows them as well.” His white eyes followed her. “And he loves you too.”

He rose into the sky, and she hurried to where he had been standing, head cocked backwards as she watched him fly higher. “Goodbye, Hal,” she whispered.

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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Drabble list #2 "I've been thinking about you" Jason Todd/f!Blue Lantern maybe they had a fight and now Jason is coming to apologize

Good luck on getting out of your slump! I enjoy your writing (especially your Jason) ☺

Thank you! I'm slowly but surely getting there!

"I've been thinking about you."

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My job is to be a beacon of hope to all, Jason! Not just you! I can’t be your personal reminder to see the sunrise all the time! At some point, you have to decide whether this life is worth living or not! I can’t make that decision for you! And I’m not going to!

She replayed the heated words over and over again in her head, trying her hardest to push them aside in favor of meditation. Anger has no real power, child. It eats until there is nothing but hatred. It is not our way, only hope. Brother Walker always knew what to say when it came to her concerns and she sighed heavily, feeling more foolish and guilty. She’d been too harsh to Jason, too cruel in her retorts. Even if the fight had come from both sides, she owed him an apology just as he did her.

The blue light faded from between her hands, and she started rising to her feet intent to find Jason when the bedroom door opened, and he appeared with a bundle of wildflowers in his hands. They blinked at one another, both slack-jawed and he held up the flowers. “These are for you,” he said awkwardly. “For earlier.”

She took them with soft hands and raised them to her nose, inhaling their sweet scent before setting them aside on the bed; he gave her a confused look, barely hiding his hurt and she folded herself into his chest, resting her chin on his collarbone. “I’ve been thinking about you,” she whispered, and his arms immediately locked around her.

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” he murmured, one hand cupping the back of her neck, the other at her back. “I shouldn’t’ve said what I did earlier. You were right…it’s not your job to see me through the night.”

“No,” she agreed. “but as your friend, I do have a responsibility to make sure you’re getting through it.”

“Friend?”

“That’s the part you’re gonna focus on?”

Jason chuckled quietly. “It’s the most important part to me right now.”

She pulled away, looking up at him and asked, “Stay the night?”

“Always.”

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Raise Hell And High-Waters

Lanternfamily x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Based on the ask about Batman trying to adopt the little scrappy Lanternkid! Enjoy! -Thorne

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Hal set the kid down on the couch in the lounge, setting their Justice League backpack beside them. They immediately busied themselves pulling out the game console, switching it on as they cocked their legs up on the cushions, slinking down until their chin was in their chest, head bent up against the arm of the sofa.

“You gonna be okay right here?” he inquired.

“Mhm,” they hummed, pressing the buttons until the music flowed through the speakers.

Hal nodded, then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet; he flicked it open and tugged out some money, setting it in the cup holder of their backpack. “Here’s ten ones, okay? The vending machines are over there, get a snack and a drink if you want it.”

“Can I get a soda?”

“No sodas after eight.” He announced, like a parent, hands even cocked on his hips.

“Loser,” they griped, then looked at him. “Do they have flavored waters?”

“Any kind you can dream of kid,” he reached down and ruffled their hair. “Look, the meeting was last minute, and I wouldn’t’ve brought you if I could’ve found a babysitter in time.” He smiled halfheartedly. “I should only be gone an hour and a half, okay?”

They smiled. “Can we go to the movies after this?”

Hal’s face pinched. “Jesus kid, you really wanna see that midnight showing, don’t you?”

“Well, the child actor in the movie is like me,” they theorized. “Super smart way above their classmates’ levels.” Shooting them a bored stare, they said, “If you weren’t home-schooling me, I’d be a college graduate by now.”

He rolled his eyes and ruffled their hair again. “I gotta go. Don’t move,” he warned. “I’m serious. Stay right here.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He gave them one last look, then hurried off down the hallway.

***

It’d been an hour or so before they’d heard any movement, but when they did, it was above their head, brushing over the back of the couch. Hal had told them the Watchtower was completely safe, so they didn’t immediately panic. Whoever or whatever it was, was friendly.

“What are you playing?” The person—a man by the low gravel of their voice—asked.

“The new Pokémon game,” they murmured. “It’s easy compared to the other games.”

“How far back through them have you played?”

They pursed their lips, thinking for a moment. “Uncle Barry had his Game Boy and the original Red and Blue still in their cases.” Holding up the console, they said, “Hal bought me the Switch and Pokémon Sword and Shield the other weekend.”

“How do you like the newest games compared to the oldest ones?”

“They’re easier, built for a fun rather than a competitive, skilled mode.” They grinned as they caught a Lucario. “I haven’t lost a single battle since I started playing last week. Honestly, the last Pokémon games that actually made me try were HeartGold and SoulSilver.” Letting out a bored, ‘pfft’, they added, “Every game after that is all about building up a dream team and completely obliterating every opponent.”

“What’s your dream team?” they asked.

“Aurorus, Charizard, Gardevoir, Greninja, Lapras, and Lucario.” They shrugged. “I substitute Lapras out for Talonflame or Yveltal from time to time.”

“How do you play?”

“Offensively. I build up my teams stats then just take things head on.”

“No moves that boost defense?”

“Players that focus on stat moves are losers. Play hard to win or don’t play at all,” they griped, finally turning to look at the mystery man. “You’re Batman.”

He peered at them through his white cowl. “I am.”

“Why do you know so much about Pokémon?” they inquired. “You’re awfully knowledgeable for a grown man who takes down supervillains.”

Nodding, he replied, “My third son loves the games. He’d probably get the crap knocked out of his team by yours.”

They grinned. “Lemme guess, he focuses on stat moves?”

“Mhm.”

“Loser,” they snorted.

Suddenly, Batman looked rather serious. “Why are you out here all alone?”

“Hal had a meeting and couldn’t find a babysitter. The other guys were busy too.”

“They take care of you as well?”

“Yeah. I stay with Hal or John when they’re on earth, Hal mostly. Kyle and Guy keep an eye on my when I’m on Oa.”

“You’ve been to Oa?”

“A few times. Weird place. Weirder aliens and people.”

“What about school?”

“Hal home-schools me.”

“How come?” he questioned, watching them trample another player.

“I’m really smart. Like Einstein genius smart.” They shrugged. “Hal said it’d be easier to avoid attention if we home-school me.”

“Do you like it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not growing up around kids your own age. You’re by yourself a lot.”

“I was on the streets before Kyle found me,” they retorted. “I’m used to being on my own. And besides, kids my age are annoying. They’re still stuck in the play stage of development and I’m in the ask really inquisitive questions and solve impossible physics problems stage.”

Batman chuckled. “You’re pretty smart then, yeah?”

“Yeah.” They shut off their Switch and shoved it in their backpack. “Hal and the others can’t keep up.”

Getting off the sofa, they wandered over to the vending machines, sure that Batman was following them. They tried to reach the number pad, but couldn’t, frowning as they turned to him and held their arms up.

“Help me.”

He bent down and lifted them, letting them press the buttons; when they were finished, he didn’t set them down, merely carried them as they opened the chip bag and snacked. They were apparently content to lean onto his shoulder, head tucked under his chin. Batman gently rocked them, as he walked around, and soon they felt their eyelids falling shut.

***

“—ere are they!”

They awoke to shouting, startled by the sound of Hal’s panicked and scared voice. Batman’s hand touched their side. “It’s okay.”

“Hal’s worried,” they murmured, eyes droopy, tone sleep laced.

“Kid!” Hal’s voice was close now, then they were being yanked out of Batman’s arms and into the Green Lantern’s, life practically squeezed out of them. “Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me.”

“They were fine,” Batman sighed. “I had them.”

“I’m not talking to you!” Hal griped. “You okay?”

“Can’t—breathe—” they gasped and immediately his arms loosened, letting them inhale deeply. “‘M fine.”

“Come on, I’ve got your backpack. Let’s go home.”

As they walked off, Batman’s voice reached them. “You need to enroll them in a school that’ll let them grow and mature with other kids their age.”

Hal spun, fire in his voice as he snapped, “Don’t tell me how to raise my kid.”

When they turned the corner and walked to the Zeta tubes, they asked, “Do you mean that?”

“Mean what?” Hal asked.

“That I’m your kid?”

Their voice sounded so far, so lost, so…afraid. Afraid of hope, afraid of love, afraid of another parent leaving them on the streets, turning their back on them like all the rest did before.

Hal pulled back so he could stare at them, and he took their small chin in his hand, affirming, “Absolutely.” His eyes were serious but still warm. “You’re my kid and you always will be. And if anyone, and I mean anyone, tried to take you from me…I’d raise hell and so would your uncles to keep you with us.”

Tears flooded their eyes and they sniffed, burying their face in Hal’s neck.

He smiled, gently petting the back of their head. “I love you, kid.”

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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Reignite The Sun

Hal Jordan x M!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 570 Warnings: Slight Angst

Author's Note: 1/3 ficlets for my darling @multiverseofwonders because he's a sweetie and I love you! -Thorne

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Hal always been a heavy sleeper, but he’d also been a conscious sleeper too. It wasn’t uncommon during the night for him to reach over, grip fumbling for the man next to him so he could pull him back over and into his arms. It was, however, uncommon to feel the warmth fleeting from the sheets in an empty beside. He lifted his head and blinked blearily towards the side of his lover’s bed, brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend that he wasn’t next to him anymore. “Babe?” he muttered. “You here?” no response and Hal looked around, a suddenly quiet and dark bedroom greeting him, dry lightning the only source of light in the room.

Hal rubbed the sleep from his eyes with one hand and pulled the sheets away with the other, throwing his legs over the side of the mattress as he toed around for the boxer briefs somewhere on his side of the floor. When he found them, he leaned over and pulled them up his legs, standing to fit them around his hips. Sleep still pulled at his body as he staggered from the bedroom and through the darkened hall and into the living room where he saw his lover perched on the end of the couch, a sketchpad in one hand, a pencil in the other; the oil lamp had been lit and set on the side table, offering light besides the lightning.

He watched quietly as the light from the flames flickered across his lover’s face, lighting up a heart-wrenching agony that whatever he was drawing was obviously producing. Hal let the ring on his finger ebb a soft glow as he walked over and his lover reacted to the noise and light, looking up with tired eyes. “Did I wake you up?”

“By not being in bed with me?” Hal humored, lowering onto the couch behind him. “Did the power going out wake you up?”

His lover looked away. “No…I kept having a nightmare.”

“What about?”

“You,” he replied, handing the sketchpad over. “When you reignited the sun and died.”

A memory of the event flashed across Hal’s face as he looked over the rough drawing his lover had etched onto the paper. “Why’d you draw it?”

His lover frowned and admitted, “I kept dreaming you didn’t come back. I thought if I drew it out, my mind would comprehend that it’s in the past and you’re here again. Alive…safe…with me.”

Hal’s expression turned sad as he laid the sketchpad on the table and took the pencil from his lover before turning the oil lamp down to a small flame and glow. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and maneuvered them so his lover was resting on his chest with the blanket drawn around them; he put a pillow behind his head and murmured, “It’s just a memory, baby.” Hal shifted his head and pressed his lips to the top of his head. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

He listened to the strong heartbeat beneath his ear and inhaled deeply, letting his eyes slip shut. “Never again.”

“Never again,” Hal said. “Not until we’re a hundred and five and have outlived everyone else in our lives.”

“And have a bunch of dogs…and a ferret.”

“Again? With the ferret?”

“They’re noodles.”

Hal grinned sleepily and pressed another kiss to his head. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Hallie.”

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