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rivalriotrenegade · 2 years
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Random Werewolf Jason Todd Head Cannons pt 1.
Soooooo, this one is was made for you Miraclecherry. Thank you for reposting my works and just hyping them up so much :) It’s not a lot but I really do hope you like it. :D
As you can probably guess werewolf Jason Todd is territorial of what he considers to be his. This includes but is not limited to: food, rooms or areas of the house, clothes, his personal belongings, blankets and people he considers of importance. ie you. 
Since he is so territorial his wolf will often just decide that “Hey, this is mine now.” Of course he doesn’t steal from stores because he’s better than that! And by better I mean if some drug lord or crook has it, hippity hoppity that’s now his property. I mean what are they gonna do? Tell him no? Call the cops? Lol. Yeah, that’s not happening. 
Anyways! At the beginning of your relationship you can’t have shit around Jason. Your favorite blanket? It’s his now. The ice cream you’ve been saving? Good luck prying that from his hands. Leave your clothes anywhere other than your room? Hahaha, yeah you're not getting that back for a while. (He makes a ‘nest’ with stuff that smells like you so you’ll get it back when your scent is too hard to smell) This man will even go so far as to snag your shampoo because and I quote “It smells like you.” Yeah no duh Jason! (You did manage to get your shampoo back tho) 
Now Jason already loves to pick you up and hold you. (No matter how heavy you are this man can and will lift you because you quite literally weigh nothing to him) BUT in his werewolf form Jason's love to pick you up amplifies by 10x. The instinct in him to just hold you close and cuddle the hell out of you is far too strong for him to resist. Not to mention when in that form everything in him is screaming to keep you safe and what better way to do that then by having you securely snuggled in his arms?
Jason adores it when you kiss him. Honestly the first time you kissed him he thought he somehow died and went to heaven. He gets this goofy, lopsided, lovesick grin on his face when you kiss him and your kisses make him go weak in the knees. Every. Single. Time. 
Praise is a must for this man. He has a lot of self doubt and to hear someone praise him (especially when it comes from the person he loves the most) means a lot to him. Something he will NEVER admit to liking is when you call him “My good boy” It sets every single one of his nerves ablaze and gets his heart hammering in his chest like nothing else. At the end of the day you’re Jason's end game. He wants nothing more than to please you. His precious mate. He would give you the stars and the moon if you so asked. 
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igotanidea · 4 months
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Eyes open: Jason Todd x banshee!reader part 2
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part 1: not an average girl.
dedication: this is for my long anon, obviously ;) :*
warnings: some easter eggs, cause it's not only dc x reader, but also marvel x reader :D
***
We live in times plagued by an epidemic of loneliness.
8 miliard people in the world and yet - so many of them keep on carrying the weight of their own troubles by themselves, not having a single person to talk to.
8 miliard people and more often than not, even those who are surrounded by people on every day basis feels like they have no one they could truly trust and open up to.  
And Y/N felt it too.
Even when living in her little town where everyone knew everyone.
So once she moved to New York, which was like a whole new world and seeing the see of people, the lights and neons and commercials on every corner, the cars and underground and having to deal with to many things and stimuli all at one, almost gave her anxiety.
But she was strong, she had to push through and try and figure out who she was and - hopefully - what was her place in the world.
And that was why she choose the big apple.
***
Her conversation with her mum was not as bad as she might have expected, but also - the topic of the discussion couldn’t be further from normal.
A banshee.
She was a freaking banshee, also known as the messenger of the death.
Definitely every young woman’s dream, right?
And - classic - no one bothered to inform her about it and she had to find out from some dying talking wolf.
Y/N could barely remember the walk from forest to home, believing what happened to her was just a crazy dream, from which she would wake up any second and end up laughing about whatever her tired, stressed mind have been producing.
But this was not a dream, it was reality.
And even thought she didn’t look like an Irish demon there was still something in her blood that give her some special abilities.
In other words - she was a freak.
„Y/N! Just calm down!” her mother cried out, seeing Y/N’s pale face and trembling hands. In return she got a desperate half-chuckle, half-sob and spilled cup of tea. „Look, I had no idea you will be the gifted one and -”
„gifted? How is that gifted?! It’s more like a curse.
„Y/N--”
„don;t Y/N me!”
„oh, please” her mother almost rolled her eyes at Y/N’s distress. „You make a fuss about something you have no idea about and --”
„I have no idea.” the girl interrupted „because someone kept it a secret from me-”
„Told you I had no idea that it would be you who -”
‘but you knew it was a general possibility!!”
„I was lucky enough for the mutation to omit my generation-”
„Lucky?! So you’re admitting it is in fact a curse!”
„could you please stop yelling?” her mother stood up abruptly and moved to close the door shut. „they don;t need to know.” she was obviously referring to Y/N’s stepdad and stepsister.
 „How?! Why?! What else don’t I know?!Is there a vampire in the family as well? Or- maybe you’ll tell me that grandma was a werewolf?!”
„This is not a freaking twilight Y/N! Or whatever other teenage movie you have watched!”
„But sure as hell is starts to remind me of teen wolf!”
„Stop screaming!”
„No, you stop screaming!”
The truth was, that they were both screaming at each other and closed door did nothing to muffle the sounds. The voices were echoing through the entire house, even though the individual words were incomprehensible. (luckily for the rest of the household).
„Just say it, you were ashamed you had a daughter with some mutation!”
„For the third time - I didn’t know!I had my suspicions it could be you but-”
„You what?” Y/N;s voice got way more hurt and angered, all the emotions escaped from her like from a popped balloon after hearing this half-sentence. „Mum....”
„I’m sorry, sweetie...” her mother grabbed both of her hands squeezing them reassuringly, trying to make Y/N look into her eyes „I truly am, I should have told you about family blood, but I wanted to protect you....”
„Classic excuse.” the girl muttered
„classic excuse of a concerned parent.”
„i;m not a kid anymore! I’m 17! Almost 18!”
„you were not ready for it, Y/N.”
„well now I have to confront this crazy reality without any previous preparation! God, mum! It’s like waking up one day bleeding from the uterus without knowing what period is!”
„Did you just compared being a banshee to menstruation?” her mother chocked on the tea,
„I did not --oh...” her eyes grew wide „oh, damn, I did” she chuckled once, then twice and before she noticed, both she and her mother were laughing out loud about quite unfortunate parallel, the tension gone almost instantly.
„so what now?” the girl asked after a moment
„What do you mean?”
„dunno. You tell me. Do I get some training or something? How do I control it?”
„You don’t.”
„I don’t?!”
Her mother only shook her head.
„It’s not like in the movies or in the books. There is no magic switch that allows you to just turn it off or on. You just have to explore it by yourself.”
„are you sure there’s no instruction manual?”
„definitely not. It;s an individual matter and you have to find your own path” her mother just said
„Well, for the whole not-a-movie line of thinking, this one sentence kind of broke the whole argumentation....”
***
Her own path.
Since, technically speaking she still felt like a freak, it got the wheels in her brain turning.
What was the best place to find out herself and get to learn how to live with her so called gift?
What was the only city that could possibly accept another enhanced human?
Where on Earth she would both fit in the crowd and got space for pursuing the individuality?
Well-
She’s always been a fan of the Avengers....
***
New York.
To quote the classic: concrete jungle where dreams are made of.
Mhm. Right.
But before you reach your mental Empire State building, you have to adjust and become a countryman starting from learning the right accent ending on the skill of stopping the cabs in the never ending traffic and crowd.
18 year old girl living alone in a foreign city.
So many things could go wrong.
But for the first time in her life she felt like she was the one making choices and taking control of her own life. Freaking powerful feeling. And hey! She was a banshee! A literal banshee so everyone better make way cause here she comes!
Being smart and resourceful she got into NYU on R&D and technology faculty and all signs in heaven and earth was showing that she was on the highway to an internship at Stark Industries. If only it wasn’t for this little nerd named Peter Parker.... She could feel something was off with him.
***
So, generally speaking, life was good.
Except for the loneliness. The worst kind of it, loneliness in the crowd when on one hand you feel like  a part of buzzing life and estranged and cut out from society on the other.
But with 8 miliard people in the world, almost 19 millions in NY you just got to keep your eyes open.
***
They first met in the pots and pans section of the supermarket.
She was looking at an air fryer placed at the top that came with the Iron Man puzzle gift set.
Even though she was taller than most of her peers, she couldn't reach it. To hell with high store shelves!
Just as she was about to take a quick trip to shoe shop just to buy a pair of high heels for help, a pair of strong arms appeared in front of her and handed her the air fryer she wanted.
She took it dully, her eyes following those arms once more, her mind restless.
It was another air fryer, different in that the other one came with the Captain America puzzle gift set.
Before she knew it, she was giving a thumbs up.
Just then, he looked over at her.
The first thing she noticed was how handsome he was, and the second thing made her chuckle because he gave her a thumbs up as well. Talk about modern communication where gestures serves as words,.
"You have good taste," he told her, along with a devilish grin, that only confirmed her belief he gave her the star spangled man piece on purpose.
„considering what I was going for - definitely.” she laughed „but thank you either way.”
„wait.” he made a funny face „you’re not actually telling me you prefer the guy with money and technology over the actual hero.”
She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.
„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.
She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.
„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.
'There are so many wrong things with that sentence" the guy rolled his eyes, almost as if he got some first hand experience with billionaire heroes/vigilantes "I suppose I’ll have to convince you you’re wrong?”
„Huh! Classic mansplaining?”
„Say, would you like a cup of coffee? My treat." he raised an eyebrow and she hesitated. After all he was a stranger. „Backing down from a challenge, princess?”
„Oh it’s on!” he was a stanger and she was a banshee. If anyone would feel upcoming tragedy it would definitely be her.
Yeah... you just gotta keep your eyes open.
Out of all the places in the world - Jason and Y/N’s story began in a small household appliances department.
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🍃🌹Masterlist of Fanfics I reblog! 🌹🍃
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Small note: This masterlist is of every fanfiction blog I reblog from, as well as every post I reblog from them. Each post will be in a little box with the other posts from that blog! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Prismuffin (My head always reads, Puffin)
John Constantine x Werewolf Reader John Constantine x Food- pusher Reader Tim Drake x Crow like Rouge Reader Sally Face x Male Reader Submissive Steve Rodgers x Jealous M! Reader John Constantine x M! Reader (Reminds John of his younger self) PT.2 of John Constantine x young John like M! Reader (Drunk Cuddling and Depressing confession) Dick, Wally, Tim, and Kon-el play 7mins in Heaven and get their guy crush Tim reacting to sharing a bed with his crush DC and Marvel crossover: Peter, Steve| Dick, Tim, and John having their hair played with. Miles Morales has a rooftop date with another hero John Constantine lighting his cig with John's John Constantine has Demon Reader attached to him Tim Drake has a touchy Boyfriend
Gatorbites-imagines (My head always reads Gitter)
Peter Paker x Cuddly M!Reader Conner Kent x M!Reader ( Kryptonian Smell Headcanons) Conner Kent x Stoic M!Reader (Reader is actually a flirty gremlin) Conner Kent x Similar Cultured Alien Reader (Kon and Reader being big cuddly cats) Jason Todd x M!Reader (Smut) Sensual hurt/comfort Tim and Reader pull all night and fall asleep
Havensins
Peter Parker had his hands bond with magic
Riotlain (My head always reads Ree)
Conner cuddling his boyfriend.
Mlm-writer
Please, Daddy (Peter Parker x M!Reader)
Test Ride Pt.2 (Peter Parker x Android!Reader)
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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years
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Things That Go Bump In the Night
Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural AU
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Requested: Yes @im--multi--fandom--trash​ (This is apart of my 1.5K follower celebration, requests are now closed)
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Swearing
Description:  You, Jason, Dick, and Kori got to what’s supposed to be one of those stereotypical Halloween haunted houses, but you all have bit off more than you could chew.
A/N: I’m not gonna lie I kinda got the idea of an actual haunted house from Scooby Doo: The Goblin King.  Scooby and Shaggy find out monsters are real and the character of Mystic in this is based off the dude who runs that shop Scooby and Shaggy go to (except Mystic is more of a dick).  Anyway, enjoy!
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Halloween was Jason’s favorite time of year.  Given that you lived in Gotham that was surprising to you.  “Don’t you get enough of the costumes and scary things as it is?”  You had asked him once.
His response, “Okay, but that’s work, this is fun.”
This year you, Jason, Kori, and Dick had all decided to go to one of those fake haunted houses and be scared by the likes of Freddie Krueger, Jason, Mike Myers, and all the other horror movie legends.  You had researched and found a house on the outskirts of Gotham that looked like a good place to go and the four of you had hopped in the car and headed to the location.
Kori had never gone to a haunted house before and was excited to experience it for the first time.  “Just remember not to blast anyone,” Dick was telling her, a teasing look on his face.
She rolled her eyes at him, “I am not that bad.”
“Kori, I watched you almost fry the toaster one time because you weren’t ready for the toast to come out,” Jason said with a smirk.  “Try to remember these aren’t bad guys that need to be shot down.”
“All right everyone, place your bets now on who you think is going to crack first and be the most scared,” you said as you placed a cup on the center console.  “Last person to crack or get scared takes everything.”
Money was dumped into the cup and you hid it from sight so no one who passed your car would notice it and try to break in.  Even though you weren’t in Gotham proper you were still in Gotham.
The four of you climbed out of the car and toward the ticket counter.  The older gentleman behind the counter smiled at you and said, “Welcome to Mystic’s Halloween Mayhem, just the four of you?” 
Dick nodded, “Yep!”  And handed over the money for the tickets.
“Have a good evening and enjoy the thrills and chills of my haunted house!”  The man said with a flourish letting them walk up the little dirt path toward the house.  He watched them a chuckle escaping him, “They’re in for the scare of their lives.”  Then he and the ticket counter disappeared.
The house was your stereotypical haunted house.  You were pretty sure you’d seen it on an episode of Scooby Doo once.  “It’s like someone built this place specifically to be used as a haunted house,” you said as you began to step up onto the rickety old porch.
“Yes, I agree with Y/N,” Kori said.  “But something does not feel right,” as if on queue a gust of wind blew past time and caused each of them to shiver.
“Well that wasn’t odd at all,” Jason remarked.
The front door opened of its own accord and Dick hid behind Kori and said, “This place is really pulling out all the stops.”
“Come on,” you tugged them inside and just as you all made it through the door slammed shut behind you causing you to jump.  You had known it was gonna happen, but it still got you anyway.
Candles lit by some unseen force and showed you the path you were supposed to follow.  The four of you shared a look, but moved forward.  At first everything was fine and then a shadow slithered up the wall causing Jason to jump since he was the closest one to it.  “What that fuck?!”  He looked at the three of you, “Did you see that?!”
Dick and Kori shook their heads, but you were eyeing the wall.  “You okay there, Jaybird?”
He turned back to where he had seen the shadow and said a bit absentmindedly, “Yeah… yeah I’m all right.  Let’s go.”
You all started to move again, but a new sound had you freezing again.
“AARRWOOO!”  
You felt the hairs on your body stand at attention and Jason’s hand tightened around yours.  Kori stiffened, “What was that?”
“It sounded like a… like a--”
“Werewolf,” Jason finished for you.
A low growl came from behind and when the four of you turned you saw somewhere wearing the best werewolf costume you had ever seen.  It was on two legs and there was saliva dripping from its mouth.  “Run,” you said, your voice shaking as your adrenaline and fear spiked.
They didn’t need to be told twice and you all bolted down the hall, you heard the werewolf chasing you, but when you made it through a doorway the door slammed shut and the body of the werewolf hit it.  “That felt too real,” Dick said as he bent over to try and catch his breath and calm down.
“Did you hear the way it slammed into the door?”  Jason shivered.  “I’ve got a bad feeling about this place.”
“We need to look for an exit,” you chimed in.  “I don’t like this either.”
“Do you think it’s fear toxin?”  Kori asked.  “Could this be a trick, someone altering our minds?”
Dick and Jason shared a look, “This doesn’t feel like Scarecrow’s fear toxin.  We would be seeing things with each other as well.”  
Something glowing caught your attention and you saw a corporeal form of a woman watching you from around the corner.  You patted Jason on the arm and pointed toward her.  He jumped slightly, a hand covering his heart when he realized that it wasn’t another werewolf hellbent on eating them.  “Do you think she can lead us out of here?”  You asked him as the four of you huddled together.
“What if the innocent façade is just an act?”  Dick asked as he glanced over toward you.  “She could turn into some hideous monster and chase us.”
“She is currently blocking our only path of escape,” Kori chimed in.  “Unless you want to risk it with the werewolf.”
“Forward it is,” you said, and you cautiously took a few steps toward the glowing girl.  “Um excuse me?  Could you possibly show us the way out?”
She let out a terrifying wail at your words and leapt back just as Jason let out a terrified scream.  “Man fuck this place!”
You walked over to the lone window in the room and tried to pry it open.  When it wouldn’t budge you turned to Jason and asked, “Jay sweetie do you have your gun on you?
“You told me no weapons!”
“The one time we need your trigger happy ass to have a gun and you don’t have one,” Dick sighed.
“Y/N said that we wouldn’t need it!  It was supposed to be a normal date night, not trapped in the house from Hell!”
“I may be of some assistance,” Kori stepped up and used her powers to try and burst through the window, but it bounced off the glass and hit the wall.
It was then that you all realized you would have to make your way through the rest of the house to get out.  If you could get out…
There were a few more jump scares and you were chased by some sort of demon.  Jason was practically dragging you through that house and when you reached a door that led back to where you had come in at.  Dick was the one that tried it and when it swung open without any problems the four of you bolted out of there quicker than the Flash, the door slamming shut behind you.
All four of you were bent over trying to catch your breath and thank whoever was watching out for you that you had managed to get out of there in one piece.  When you turned back to look at the house it was gone.  “Uh guys, look.”  Everyone turned.  “It’s gone.”
“Next year,” Jason said as he stood up straight.  “We’re staying home and passing out candy.”
“Deal,” you all agreed.
“What do you guys say we go buy some candy and go back to the manor to watch some comedies for the rest of the evening?  I could use something happy.”  A round of agreements once again rang through your small group as you made your way back to the car.
In the shadows of the night Mystic watched the group leave and laughed to himself.  “Another year, another successful scare.”  He patted the werewolf on the back, “Come on buddy, we’ve got a whole year to prep before our next opening.”  The werewolf growled in response and the two of them disappeared into the astral plane.
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not everything can be saved || Batfamily
I was actually ranting about supernatural but I won’t put it here because it’s too long.
yes, this is a crossover!
Requested on wattpad!
Prompt 1;  Hunter reader(supernatural) x Jason Todd Prompt 2;  Yay!!!!!!!! So I was thinking like a batfamily supernatural cross over Sam and dean come to goth because of some strange deaths that have happened that has even the batfam on edge more than usual I'll let you pick the monster and of course cas has to be there but the boys and batfam run into problems with they have to work together because of how Sam and dean what to handle a monster by killing it in the bat family except for Jason and Damien don't want to do that because they think there might be a better way only to seee there isn't and Sam and dean kill the creature
The reader is from Gotham, an old friend of Jason and Bruce.
"Gotham city?" Dean's voice ringed throughout the library, you were sitting down across from him and flipped the page of the thick book you were reading, barely lifting your head to look at the older Winchester.
"Apparently, random civilians started going nuts in there." Sam butted in, walking over to the table and leaned his lower back against it.
"So? It doesn't mean that it's our gig!" Dean leaned back against his seat, closing the laptop shut with a loud thud earning himself a glare from Sam, Dean held his hands up in a mock surrender and continued, "is nobody gonna question that friggin' Gotham exists!?"
After deciding it was enough to hear Dean's rambling, you sighed, closing your book. "Dean calm down."
"Gotham City!? I mean---really!?"
You shrugged as Sam showed Dean a recent newspaper.
"That means Batman is real!" Dean stood up abruptly from his chair, slamming his palms on the wooden surface of the table after he was done reading the news.
"And Superman too," Sam paused, "...maybe."
"Well, what makes it our gig?" You asked, trying to get them back on track.
Their attention soon went back to you, Sam cleared his throat and show you another newspaper. It was probably a week old since the paper a little crumpled, probably Sam kept on flipping it when he was researching about a suspicious thing before finally come up with the one in Gotham.
Sam pointed at a certain paragraph, "here."
"Missing people?" You read the article with your head slightly tilted, lists of names of the people that were missing was there. You soon take the newest newspaper and compared the lists with the new ones, where people were sent to the Asylum, Jail and those who killed themselves. You spotted a few similar names, "well, it is weird, but they could be tortured when they were kidnapped and traumatized so they sent them there."
"Exactly, traumatized, not aggressive." Sam pointed out as he waved a hand in front of Dean's face to get him out of his trance, "you remember the people who lost their soul back then? Including me. Get into their nerves, you're dead meat."
Dean who was staring into nothing slumped back into his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he licked his suddenly dry lips, "I can't believe this, I thought I've seen everything."
Your phone soon ringed, it was from your past friend, Dean wouldn't stop shaking and rambling if he knew where you came from. "Hello?"
"Hey, I need your help."
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You drove the Impala to Gotham, yes, Dean allowed you since he didn't know the way. For once you were sitting in the front seat with Sam while Dean sitting in the backseat, he leaned forward so he could see the way and lectured you to be careful with Baby.
You arrived at night, you should've looked for a motel but you had a very much better idea. You pulled up the car in front of an apartment before leading them into an alleyway near there.
"Dean, call your boyfriend. We might need his help." You pondered loudly as you stopped walking and rested your back against the wall.
"B--boyfriend?" He stuttered, looking at you with his bitch face.
"She means Cas, Dean." Sam snickered.
Dean grumbled something under his breath as he prayed for Castiel to get his feathery ass down and help all of you, soon enough a rustle of feathers was heard and Castiel appeared behind him, making the older Winchester jump in surprise.
"Damn it, Cas!"
"Sorry, Dean."
You waited for a few more minutes, the boys slowly getting impatient since they were starting to pace around, well it was Dean who paced around while Sam and Cas stayed calm.
"What are we waiting for?"
"Me."
You felt a hand resting on your shoulder, you looked up to  see a man in a red helmet with a red bat symbol on his chest, "took you long enough."
Dean's head whipped around, a questioning look appeared on his handsome features but he wasn't the one who asked a question, it was Cas, "I thought the man of bat wears all black?"
"He does," The tall man beside you spoke, his voice sound just slightly muffled by the helmet he wore so you still could recognize who he was just by his voice, "Because I'm no Batman, I ain't going to be one."
A grin spread across your face, "you upgraded?" the words were meant to tease but he didn't seem bothered by it.
"It's a long story, I don't think if I tell you, you will believe me."
A scoff came from you as a response, you crossed your arms as you stared up at him in a challenging manner. "Try me, Red."
"Let's go to my safehouse first for some privacy, I don't think the old man is ready for some--Ghostbusters going into his cave before we explain everything to him."
"These Ghostbusters are here to save your bacon." Dean rolled his green eyes just before Redhood disappears up to the roof after giving you a coordinate to his safehouse.
"Who was that?" Castiel asked again, being a curious baby in a trenchcoat that he was, with his adorable head tilt that had never failed to make you breathed out an aww without getting embarrassed to which you just did.
"That was my old friend."
"Old friend?" Sam asked curiously while you answered with a curt nod.
"Let's go and I'll tell you everything when all of us are gathered."
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The two families gathered around in Jason's safehouse, it was so crowded but you were still a little grateful that you could breathe without struggling. You were practically squeezed between Sam and Dean, Cas sat on the arm couch by Dean. Oh, how much you wanted to shove Cas into Dean's lap.
"So, you were dead?" You asked Jason a little too casually, who could blame you really.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"Oh."
Then silence.
"Oh?" Robin a.k.a Damian Wayne slash little Bruce Wayne a.k.a not-so-literally Demon Spawn spoke up (they thought it was no use to wear their masks since Dean, Sam and Cas already know Bruce's identity), amused with your and the boys' reply.
"Well..." You shook your head, "nevermind that, let's just get back on track. Tim, can you show Sam the correct lists of the people who  went missing?"
"Yes, come on." Tim gestured to another room, Sam following. Tim looked
"Cas, bring Damian and Dick (yes he was there) to the GCPD and see the vics." Your voice was stern and full of authority, you could see Damian frowned, you knew he was about to protest but said nothing. "Bruce, you go with Dean to the asylum."
"Awesome, the Batmobile." The older Winchester visibly grinned with glee as he followed Bruce out of the safehouse.
On the other hand, Dick walked over to Cas and gave him a mask, "here, we can't risk them to see your face."
Cas tilted  his head curiously, "why?"
"Secret identity thingy," Dick explained simply and helped him put on his mask before Castiel put his hands on Dick's and Damian's shoulders then disappeared with a flap of his wings.
Jason looked at the spot where his brothers and Castiel once stood with his mouth open ajar, "he--- what? How?"
You let out a sigh and began to explain everything to him, from how you met the Winchesters and Castiel,  how you became a hunter after watching your friend got killed by a werewolf. You didn't tell him everything though,  it was a story for another time. You fill him up with everything and vice versa.
"No wonder you didn't bat an eyelash when I told you I came back from the dead." Jason crossed his arms across his chest as he sat down beside you while you did some researching yourself to get the case over with as fast as possible.
"Yeah, in my world there are so many deaths I'm so fed up with it, I'm glad you came back though," you flipped a page of the book you brought from the bunker, "that explains why you didn't contact me for a long time."
Jason peeked at the book over your shoulder after he scooted closer to you, he didn't understand anything that was written in the book. Mostly about monsters. The only monsters he knew where the Joker and his nightmares.
"This is your job?" Jason asked as he read the part about demons.
"Yeah, I do road trips with those boys, sometimes I stay in the Bunker to do the research."
"You have a Bunker?"
"The Winchesters are Legacy, as they put it, and I won't call it a Bunker though, it's more like home than Bunker to me."
A hum rumbled in Jason's throat while you changed the book and began to read before you finally stopped to blink your slowly drying eyes.
"Geez, they took longer than I thought they would."
As if on cue, Sam came out from the room he was in earlier with Tim as they chatted.
"God, don't tell me your friend is a nerd too." Jason groused as he looked up at his younger brother, arms still crossed over his toned chest.
"Sammy is a nerd, a hot nerd." You corrected confidently, giving the tall Winchester a wink. Sam rolled his eyes in reply to your teasing while you chuckled as you unconsciously leaned slightly against Jason, "what you got?"
"So, get this...the victims had a cut on a part of their bodies, it was random though, whoever it was seemed not to care about where they cut his victims," Sam showed you a picture of the recent victim, "this one is in the neck."
"What kind of psychopath is that?" Tim piped in.
"It couldn't be the Joker," Jason shuddered when his torturer's name rolled off his tongue, still traumatized with the memory, you placed a hand on his arm to comfort the ravenette emitting a sigh from him, "then who?"
Castiel soon came back with Dick and Damian who were holding their heads in their hands, Dick let out a groan, clutching his dark hair in his hands tighter.
"Ugh, this is worse than getting punched in the gut." Dick protested, "I think I'm gonna throw up."
You watched the poor male ran towards the toilet to puke out his dinner, Damian though, he clutched his stomach as he slumped down to his knees. Groaning to hold back his own sickness.
"Buckle up, Robin." Jason jostled.
"The victims have no soul," Castiel informed you, you weren't surprised but Jason did.
"Wait, literally soulless?" Asked Jason.
"Yes," Castiel responded.
"Is there a way to get the victims soul back?"
"It depends." You answered Tim's question for Sam and Castiel, sighing in frustration soon after. The only hope you got was Bruce and Dean's information and all you had to do was to wait for a little longer. Taking the remaining time to rest.
**
After Dean and Bruce came back from the asylum, they told you about a victim that managed to escape from her captor. They explained everything about her captor, they also mentioned that the victim said that she was a hot man making you breathing out a laugh but then again explains how he got his preys.
"She also mentioned that he used an Angel Blade." Dean finished, the sun had risen and the rest had changed out of their suits.
"What kind of monster that has an Angel Blade?" Castiel wondered out loud.
You were laying down on the couch, legs draped over Jason's lap while Jason himself had his green eyes closed, still tired from last night yet somehow managing to listen to everything.
"If it is a monster," you tiredly speak up, all of them raised an eyebrow at you at the same time but you were too tired to laugh. The only word that came out from your mouth was, "Grigori."
Castiel growled, his fists clenching, "Abomination."
Bruce and his sons, except for Jason who went to sleep again, stared at each other, clearly didn't understand anything you or Castiel were talking about.
Sam fixed his hair by tucking the stranded locks behind his ears and began explaining. "Grigori once was a squad of elite angels, they were watchers of the earth until some of them began feeding human souls."
"How do we catch it?" Bruce inquired after being silent for a long time, he looked frustrated with the situation. It wasn't logical but then nothing is, he could accept aliens being real...some monsters are made, but angels? No, it was maybe a little too much for the main Wayne.
Dean shook his head, he knew about Bruce 'no killing' rule which was an exact opposite from his usual ways to get his cases over with.
The Grigori had hurt a lot of people and his victims couldn't be saved anymore.
"Sorry to break it to you man, the only thing that could stop them is to kill them." Dean sat down on a chair near the couch you were laying on, "your no-kill rule doesn't work in my kind of job."
"Is there really no other way?" Bruce tried to argue, exasperated with the thought of killing a human being.
"I'm sorry," you shook your head sadly, sitting up before fixing your bed hair with your fingers, looking at the slowly waking up Jason. He gave you a sleepy smirk as he fixed his own messy hair. "There's no other way, he killed a lot of people and he's no human."
Tim and Dick looked at each other sadly, they also didn't like the idea. They say nothing to protest though. Meanwhile Damian, who was used to the word death and kill, just stared at the rest tiredly. He also got no sleep. Poor kid.
"I'm really sorry Bruce." You apologized sympathetically, looking up into his saddened sky blue eyes. "Not everything can be saved."
Bruce slowly nodded and declared to finish the problem at night, he couldn't believe himself for agreeing to kill. He knew whoever or whatever they were, were not human, not anymore at least. The thought made it easier to do the job.
**
The day passed, you spent the entire day by sleeping and eating, occasionally talking with Jason and helped him with his gun. Dean, Sam, and Cas went out to explore Gotham before getting some sleep themselves and the rest went back to the manor to get their own business done.
When the night comes, all of you were ready with the plan. You were the bait since the Grigori seemed only interested in women because they were an easy prey.
Jason, being a good friend that he was, protested with the idea. He didn't like it, of course you had explained that you were used to it, you knew the risks and consequences but Jason was stubborn, he ended up joining you---well, watching you from afar, his gun that was filled with bullets that were made from Angel Blade was ready in his grasp, blocking it from other people's view with his leather jacket as the other hid somewhere out of everybody's eyes, their weapons were ready in their hands.
It wasn't long for the Grigori to show up, he was a good-looking man really. You had to act as if you were enchanted with his words and agreed to go out from the bar after an hour-long sitting in there.
He led you to a car, probably his or maybe stolen, you could care less about it, he opened the passenger seat for you, motioning you to get in which you did. Faking a smile to make it less suspicious.
The street was almost empty, only one or two car passed. No people walking by either.
The man joined to sit on the driver seat before he looked at you with a smug smirk, "does anybody ever told you how pretty you are?" He started, leaning closer to you.
You slowly backing up but reaching your hand up to cup his stubbly cheek, giving him a coy smile as you answered, "I think you just did."
You heard him chuckle, his lips were so close to yours. His hand went to rest against the car window behind you as the other rummaged his pocket, "did I?"
You had to let out a fake shriek as you dodged when a bullet went through the man's head, then another and another. The man groans loudly, he gave you a glare before he finally screamed painfully as a blinding light went out of his mouth and eyes, as an instinct you covered your eyes with your hands.
You didn't realize the car door was opened until Jason's voice run reached your ear.
"Hey!"
You moved your hands from your eyes, looking at Jason who had half of his torso inside the car to move the corpse to the backseat before he went into the driver's seat.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Where are the others?"
"They left first to free some of his victims." He motioned to the corpse behind you as he turns the key before driving down the street, "what we should do next?"
"Burn the body."
"That sounds so psychopathic," Jason tried to joke as he kept his eyes on the street while you laughed at his bad attempt, there was a silence between you two but he broke it. "When are you going to come back?"
"Tonight."
"Oh."
"But I can stay."
"Really?" He inquired, glancing at you from time to time.
"Yeah, let me give the boys a call." You started to fiddle with your phone before bringing it up against your ear.
"Good because I want to bring you somewhere."
You chuckled, Castiel was the one who picked up the call since he still had his phone. He told you that he and the Winchesters would stay for another few days. You smiled at the thought spending the last next few days with them and Jason.
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rivalriotrenegade · 2 years
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Werewolf Demon Jason Todd x Reader pt 1
Jason was angry. The night had been rough and he had lost himself once again. Controlling this new form was hard. Incredibly so. He had been so blinded by rage that he hadn’t even noticed himself slipping. It wasn’t until the red haze of blood lust had lifted that he even realized what he had become. 
“Shit!” He thought. 
His mate was going to be so disappointed in him. God, he hated this new power. There was a time when Jason would have done anything to gain this kind of strength. A power so raw and uncontrollable. There was a time when he wouldn’t have wanted to learn how to control it. A time when he would have embraced it and let it consume him from the inside out. But now he had them. 
His sweet little mate. The love of his life. The reason he wanted to be human. This new ability only seemed to make that goal seem even more unobtainable. How was he supposed to be good enough for them when he couldn’t even keep the monster inside of him at bay? Jason had been so caught up in his self-deprecating thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed his feet carrying him home. 
As Jason walked inside through the door made specially for him, he could hear the tv he left on already talking about the vicious attack near Gales Brook avenue. Didn’t those guys have anything better to do than rubbing his fucking mistakes in his face? Fuck. Bruce was going to be so pissed. He was definitely going to get an ear full from him. Hell he’d probably have to listen to one of his long winded lectures… Again. The thought of Bruce made his blood begin to boil and once again that red haze started to creep in.
“Deep breaths Jason. Deep breaths.” He reminded himself. 
Unfortunately that didn’t last long as his wing caught on the edge of the table sending the vase full of flowers his mate had gotten him crashing to the ground. Just like that the urge to sink his fangs into something came back full force. He reared up only for his horns to scrape against the top of the ceiling. He hated this form! He felt so clumsy in it. But as if that wasn’t bad enough the monotone voice of the news reporter just seemed to sink into his ears and rattle around in his skull. He needed them to shut up. Why wouldn’t they just shut up!? 
Before he knew it the tv was flying across the room. The couch was next, the fabric torn to shreds. He barely heard the door open over the sounds of his own carnage. 
“Jason, is that you?” A soft angelic voice called out to him. Jason froze, his body tensed up even more. What were they doing here? They weren’t supposed to be here! He didn’t want them to see him like this. Not to mention he wasn’t in the right state of mind. He needed them to leave. 
“Jason, what’s wrong?” They asked, walking closer to him, hand stretched up towards his muzzle. In a panic he snarled and snapped at them, his giant bat-like wings flaring up in defense. They drew back in shock. The momentary ‘fear’ in their eyes only caused him to spiral deeper. No. No! He didn’t mean it! Don’t look at him like that! Jason staggered back, nearly tripping as his wings flapped in distress. “Woah, woah! Jason calm down.” His mate pleaded. 
Jason's chest heaves up and down. He feels like a cornered animal. Before he even knows what he’s doing he lunges, teeth snapping around their neck, but his fangs don’t even come close to drawing blood. He just holds them there unsure of what to do next. Carefully they bring their hands up, gently running them through his fur. “Your alright love.” They whisper. “Everything’s okay. You’re going to be alright.” Slowly Jason melts into their touch. His jaw unlatches from their neck and his body crumples to the floor. 
Jason feels like crying. What was he thinking? He could have hurt them! The only good thing in his life. How could they even stand to be in the same room as him let alone love him? But it’s almost as if they could read his mind, because before he can react they have his large furry head in their hands. “I’m okay Jay, see? You didn’t hurt me. You know I still love you.” 
Slowly Jason reaches out, before quickly drawing his hand back. “Jason, love. You're not going to hurt me.” With a bit of coaxing Jason gingerly moves them so they’re sat on his lap. His massive paws hold them close to his furry chest and his snout rests in the crook of their neck. He inhales deeply, trying to use their scent to help calm himself down. His large bat-like wings circle protectively around them. Gently he begins to lap at their neck, a wordless apology. They just sit there in silence for a while as his mate plays with his fur. Slowly they get up taking his large paw into their comically small hand. “Come on love, let’s go to bed.”
Carefully his mate leads him to the bedroom. Jason takes his time to curl up around them. His wing spread out like a blanket over their small form, wrapping around them and tucking them even closer to him. A soft purr rumbles in his chest as his mate whispers sweet words of comfort. As he drifted off to sleep he knew he still had a lot to learn about this new ability and it was going to be a lot of work to learn to control it. But he also knew that as long as he had them by his side he could overcome anything. 
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rivalriotrenegade · 2 years
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Op ur stories is what keeping my sanity in check AND PLS IM IN LOVE WITH DEMON WEREWOLF JASON JMKJCIJJIJIRCJIIFIJCIDHIHIF FLUFFY BOI
Does that mean jason has horns and wings? Or thsts just at reader's interpretation? Im just curious at how he looks like
So yea im gonna be thinking of fluffy demon boi jason for the rest of the week thank u again for these wonderful stories!
Thank u for ur timr, hope ur taking care and lifes treating u well!
(Oh my goshhhhhh this is the first ask I’ve ever gotten. You are literally making me so dang happy rn. I could cryyyyy!!!!!!!!)
Honestly, I haven't thought about it! I've mostly focused on the werewolf aspect of him. (If you’ve read my werewolf Jason Todd pt 1&2) But now that I'm definitely going to do some more  things with his demon side!
What do you think about his demon side being mostly dormant for most of his life until one day his mate gets hurt and then BOOM. Beast unleashed and he unlocks a new sort of demonic form! I’m definitely going to have to write something about that!
I think I’m going to leave what he looks like up to you guys for the most part… 
Buuuuut since this is my first ask, I’ll write a small scenario just for you! <3 (I’ll also post it later as a plain write lol) 
Jason was angry. The night had been rough and he had lost himself once again. Controlling this new form was hard. Incredibly so. He had been so blinded by rage that he hadn’t even noticed himself slipping. It wasn’t until the red haze of bloodlust had lifted that he even realized what he had become. 
“Shit!” He thought. 
His mate was going to be so disappointed in him. God, he hated this new power. There was a time when Jason would have done anything to gain this kind of strength. A power so raw and uncontrollable. There was a time when he wouldn’t have wanted to learn how to control it. A time when he would have embraced it and let it consume him from the inside out. But now he had them. 
His sweet little mate. The love of his life. The reason he wanted to be human. This new ability only seemed to make that goal seem even more unobtainable. How was he supposed to be good enough for them when he couldn’t even keep the monster inside of him at bay? Jason had been so caught up in his self-deprecating thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed his feet carrying him home. 
As Jason walked inside through the door made specially for him, he could hear the tv he left on already talking about the vicious attack near Gales Brook avenue. Didn’t those guys have anything better to do than rubbing his fucking mistakes in his face? Fuck. Bruce was going to be so pissed. He was definitely going to get an ear full from him. Hell he’d probably have to listen to one of his long winded lectures… Again. The thought of Bruce made his blood begin to boil and once again that red haze started to creep in.
“Deep breaths Jason. Deep breaths.” He reminded himself. 
Unfortunately that didn’t last long as his wing caught on the edge of the table sending the vase full of flowers his mate had gotten him crashing to the ground. Just like that the urge to sink his fangs into something came back full force. He reared up only for his horns to scrape against the top of the ceiling. He hated this form! He felt so clumsy in it. But as if that wasn’t bad enough the monotone voice of the news reporter just seemed to sink into his ears and rattle around in his skull. He needed them to shut up. Why wouldn’t they just shut up!? 
Before he knew it the tv was flying across the room. The couch was next, the fabric torn to shreds. He barely heard the door open over the sounds of his own carnage. 
“Jason, is that you?” A soft angelic voice called out to him. Jason froze, his body tensed up even more. What were they doing here? They weren’t supposed to be here! He didn’t want them to see him like this. Not to mention he wasn’t in the right state of mind. He needed them to leave. 
“Jason, what’s wrong?” They asked, walking closer to him, hand stretched up towards his muzzle. In a panic he snarled and snapped at them, his giant bat-like wings flaring up in defense. They drew back in shock. The momentary ‘fear’ in their eyes only caused him to spiral deeper. No. No! He didn’t mean it! Don’t look at him like that! Jason staggered back, nearly tripping as his wings flapped in distress.
“Woah, woah! Jason calm down.” His mate pleaded. Jason's chest heaves up and down. He feels like a cornered animal. Before he even knows what he’s doing he lunges, teeth snapping around their neck, but his fangs don’t even come close to drawing blood. He just holds them there unsure of what to do next. Carefully they bring their hands up, gently running them through his fur. “Your alright love.” They whisper. “Everything's okay. You’re going to be alright.” Slowly Jason melts into their touch. His jaw unlatches from their neck and his body crumples to the floor. 
Jason feels like crying. What was he thinking? He could have hurt them! The only good thing in his life. How could they even stand to be in the same room as him let alone love him? But it’s almost as if they could read his mind, because before he can react they have his large furry head in their hands. “I’m okay Jay, see? You didn’t hurt me. You know I still love you.” Slowly Jason reaches out, before quickly drawing his hand back. “Jason, love. You're not going to hurt me.”
With a bit of coaxing Jason gingerly moves them so they’re sat on his lap. His massive paws hold them close to his furry chest and his snout rests in the crook of their neck. He inhales deeply, trying to use their scent to help calm himself down. His large bat-like wings circle protectively around them. Gently he begins to lap at their neck, a wordless apology. They just sit there in silence for a while as his mate plays with his fur. Slowly they get up taking his large paw into their comically small hand. “Come on love, let’s go to bed.”
Carefully his mate leads him to the bedroom. Jason takes his time to curl up around them. His wing spread out like a blanket over their small form, wrapping around them and tucking them even closer to him. A soft purr rumbles in his chest as his mate whispers sweet words of comfort. As he drifted off to sleep he knew he still had a lot to learn about this new ability and it was going to be a lot of work to learn to control it. But he also knew that as long as he had them by his side he could overcome anything. 
BOOM! DONE! I hope you liked it. :)
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rivalriotrenegade · 1 year
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Just curious/wondering what species would the reader be? A purebred of a one selective species or a hybrids like Jason or completely different species?
(More specifically for your werewolf demon Jason Todd x reader post!)
A purebred Reader is alright but its not really that interesting or compelling story for everyone. But for Hybrid Reader that is interesting and compelling story for everyone!
For Examples of Ideas you can choice from or some inspiration (You don’t need to choose these ones if don’t like it or want to choose something else)
(Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid) Or (Demon & Witch Hybrid) Or (Ghost & Zombie Hybrid) Or (Mummy & Ghost Hybrid)
In end I really love your story’s/posts and work. It’s your choice if you want to write this story I thought you would like some ideas or some inspiration from this! (Sorry if I made some spelling error here!)
Hey! Thanks for the feed back. I personally do human x monster fics as i don't really like the hybrid x monster much. Just not really my thing. But I also didn't specify that the reader was human leaving it up to you on what you want your character to be.
Although the ghost/zombie hybrid is a very interesting concept. Kind of like the question of 'can a ghost and zombie come from the same person' idk I'll definitely keep that one in mind.
If you'd like for me to write one with a hybrid reader you can also request one! No guarantees, but I'll try my best!
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