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mydearlybeloathed · 4 months

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𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you decided to create a real life frosty the snowman for estelle blofis, a regular camp visitor. it goes... unexpectedly.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jason grace x fem!boreas!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k (wow)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: child of boreas reader, female reader, snowmen, ethically ambiguous magic, more plot than fluff im sorry, tooth rotting fluff towards the end, daddy issues i think maybe, serious angst ngl, i will never be normal about jason grace, canon who?

𝐚/𝐧: this had no reason to be so emotionally taxing but here we are

Being the boyfriend of a Boreas kid meant two things happened every night: one, sneaking you in from your lonely cabin to his lonely cabin, and two, sleeping with nearly a hundred different blankets.

Normally, he fell asleep easy despite the chill, but there was a lot of work waiting for him back New Rome. Jason knew this holiday at Camp Halfblood was only making that work pile up, but he tired, so he didn't care just yet. He could let the anxiety catch him after Christmas. Plus, the longer he was away from work the longer he was with you.

Jason had been away doing Roman things for at least two months, and Iris Messages and the occasional phone call weren’t cutting in anymore; despite your cold shouldered father, you were as clingy as all get out. Not that Jason minded (he was clingy too).

The next fall of New Rome University couldn't seem to get there any slower. You were both going to be there, thank the gods.

Jason started to grin at just the thought, his eyes skimming all over your peaceful face as you breathed in and out slowly. The two of you were practically buried under all the blankets, and he would have been miserably hot if it weren’t for his amazing cooler system of a girlfriend.

“You’re staring,” you suddenly sang out softly, a mischievous smirk taking your face.

Jason’s heart sped up. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Creep,” you mumbled.

He reached over to caress your cheek, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. You leaned into his touch and twisted in the blankets, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling into his chest.

He pressed a light kiss to your hairline and rested his arm on your waist. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

You blinked blearily up at him. “Christmas. I’ve been working on something.”

“Care to share?” Jason had known you long enough to know you were serious about Christmas surprises. This time of year your powers were strongest, and you always took advantage of that.

You lightly patted his chest and snuggled deeper into bed. “Mhmm. When it’s ready. Can’t let anything get out or else Mr. D will so shut it down.”

Jason was officially intrigued. “What exactly… never mind. I'd rather sleep easy.”

You leaned up to kiss his jaw. “Good choice.”

He caught your lips before you could get back to sleep, cupping you cheek in his hand and drawing you close for an everlasting moment. The thundering mosaic on the ceiling was as annoying as ever, and he swore he could feel the statue of his dad staring holes into him.

So Jason pulled the pile of covers up to hide the two of you away, thriving off your little giggle as he pulled you in once more.

જ⁀➴

A week till Christmas, and you finally felt ready to cast the enchantment. Giddiness ran through your whole body all morning, along with some nerves, of course.

It all began when you heard Chiron reading a story to some of the littler campers. They were year rounders and were feeling homesick, whining and crying so much their counselors couldn't get anything done. So, he read to them, taking some Christmas storybook from Athena Cabin and frantically narrating the tale of Frosty the Snowman.

You’d been coming by to drop off some paperwork from your well-enough paying job in the Big House, lamenting being unable to find a suitable gift for Percy's little sister Estelle. She'd be coming to camp for the Christmas Day bonfires with her mother and father, and you had yet to find something she would like.

As you dropped off your papers you heard the older of the littles cry out that she wished it would snow in camp. Another then exclaimed he wished they had their own magic snowman.

Mr. D was in the next room over, promptly laughing and popping the kids dream bubble. You weren’t having that, not one bit. And suddenly, you had your perfect gift.

The only reasonable solution was to learn how to create a magic snowman.

(Jason would later call you crazy, which is basically a declaration of love, you think.)

You sat alone in the dim lighting of your cabin, which you shared with no one but the dust bunnies. Boreas didn’t really hoe around much, which you supposed was nice, aside from the fact that it left you no roommates. Nights used to get lonely before you and Jason started saying fuck to the rules.

Little snowflakes danced around your palms before they went spiraling into the air and exploded into dozens of flurries. Slowly, bit by bit, the snow started to pile up all around you, creating a blanket of white across the floor. You had the snow down, now, you just had to trust you had your sorcery skills down.

A knock on the cabin’s skylight startled you.

You smiled, calling up, “What’s the password?”

“Jason has the coolest girlfriend ever.”

“Not quite.”

There was a sigh. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Access granted,” you sang in reply, an all too satisfied smirk planted on your face.

The skylight creaked open, letting in the moonlight as well as your boyfriend. He shivered instantly. No matter how high you set the thermostat, the Boreas cabin was always freezing. Not that it ever bothered you, anyway.

A snow flurry landed on his nose, sending Jason into a sneezing fit. “Still working?”

“Mhmm.” He watched as you tried and failed to hide a yawn.

A little smile sprouted on his face as he rolled his eyes. “All right. Bed time.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t baby me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, but I’m afraid I can’t sleep without you,” he said softly, holding out a hand with such a pretty look in his eyes. If he kept on looking at you like that, you might as well fall in love with him already.

“Fine,” you sighed, plopping your hand into his and letting him haul you to your feet. “Only because you can’t function without me.”

You wrung your arms around his neck and flushed yourself against him, his arms tight around you and a cute blush in his cheeks.

A light breeze kissed your cheek as he rose off the floor, keeping one arm around your waist while the other pushed open the skylight.

“Air Jason, taking off,” you said, doing your best to mimic a pilot’s microphone and failing miserably. Jason loved it though, an airy laugh bubbling from his lips as the night air met the pair of you with no regret.

“You’re such a dork,” he muttered into your ear, eliciting a poke to the ribs from you. Jason dropped a few feet in the air and nearly sent you into cardiac arrest, a scream leaving you as your legs clambered to wrap around his waist.

Jason was laughing for gods’ sake, shushing you as he picked up speed to reach Cabin One before the harpies caught you. “Sorry, sorry.”

In through the open window and down to the floor, the wind carried you all the way, a soft caress on your skin as if the air meant to comfort the two of you. You were going to ask him if he felt it too when a wave of exhaustion found you, and you started to lean into Jason, not letting him go even when your feet touched the ground.

He rubbed gently circles into your back, his chin coming to rest on your head, eyes closing. You were cold to touch, as always, but Jason would gladly get frostbite just to hold you forever.

Eyes soft, you caught corners of glittery lights in your peripheral, turning to find a Christmas tree that had definitely not been there a few hours ago. A smile split onto your face as you rushed up to it, admiring the rainbow lights and mismatched ornaments.

Jason must’ve gone through the Big House attic to find all these. You picked off an ornament of Olympus, a selfie of a smiling Apollo and a less than pleased Dionysus staring out from the little city of the gods.

“It’s perfect,” you said, spinning back around to find Jason there.

He had that look in his eyes. You know, the one that takes all the air out of you and leaves you craving nothing more than his very presence. “One more thing.”

You followed his gaze to the ceiling, lip slipping between your teeth to contain your smile. “Mistletoe?”

His hand came to cup your cheek, eyes dipping low. “Hey, I don’t make the rules.”

How could you argue with that? Without warning you lurched forward and sent Jason stumbling back, lips meeting his in a feverish moment.

જ⁀➴

Dawn was encroaching on the camp.

There was barely a noise all across the Long Island Sound, aside from the sea meeting land, the ruffling of the harpies’ feathers, and the contented snores coming from each cabin. In the stables the pegasi huffed and dealt with the faux antlers stuck to their heads. Mr. D sat snoring in a rocking chair on the Big House deck.

The tall and proud Christmas tree at the center of camp stood looming over Hestia’s fire. Her warm face could be spied through the flickering flames, if one looked close enough. Beneath the tree’s branches were boxed gifts, some from attentive godly parents, but most placed there by Chiron (he never bothered correcting the campers when they assumed Santa Claus came in the night).

Garlands and wreaths hung from every doorway. Mistletoe was easy to find from the awnings of the Aphrodite Cabin. Poinsettias bloomed over the rooftop of Demeter’s Cabin. The smell of cookies and candy canes wafted out from the camp kitchens, the dryads tossing bits of flour and sugar at each other as they prepared something special.

It was a Camp Halfblood Christmas if you’d ever seen one.

The only thing missing was snow.

You stood on the hilltop overlooking the center of camp, embracing the December chill. The magical borders prevented outside weather from affecting the camp, but they did nothing to stop weather coming from the inside.

Flexing your palms and shaking them out, you let out a breath that crystallized in the frigid air. The water in the air bended to your will, the clouds gathered at you command. You didn’t pretend to understand weather and the science of it all, you just knew that when the water in the clouds got cold enough…

Your concentration was unrelenting even as the first few snowflakes drifted down from above, following the current of air down the valley of camp. You would need a lot more than that. Glancing at the sun peeking up over the horizon, you pushed past your growing fatigue.

There would be snow that Christmas Day if you had anything to do about it.

જ⁀➴

Jason noticed right away that the familiar warmth of your freezing body was missing from his side. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he rolled over and noticed that your shoes weren’t at the foot of the bed.

The whole cabin was freezing, but without you, it was just getting on his nerves. He was ready to get up, throw on a coat, and maybe just start yelling your name to find you wherever you’d run off to.

That was when he looked out the window. Jason’s jaw slacked, his eyes pleasantly wide and bright as a laugh tore out of him. He jumped up and didn’t bother with shoes as he flung open the cabin’s door and ran into the snow.

Everywhere a white layer of snow sat heavy on benches, picnic tables, the cabins—nothing was safe from this Christmas Day miracle.

He laughed again and raked his hands through his hair. So this is what you’d been working so secretively on. Jason really should have guessed sooner.

The sound of boots in the snow caught his attention and he glanced over to see Piper hurling a snowball at Leo’s head. Leo sputtered when the snow hit his face, a sly grin all over his face.

Piper laughed behind her hand and noticed Jason struggling to pull on sneakers in his doorway. She dodged a melty snowball from Leo’s warm hands and jogged toward him. Her voice was tangled with a smile. “Did you know she was planning this?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. All around camp kids were racing outside, slipping on the icy snow and tossing on any warm clothes they could find. You were still nowhere to be seen. “Have you seen her?”

Piper shook her head and made to say something when a handful of snow was dumped down the back of her shirt. She gasped and whirled around, shivering despite the hot anger in her eyes, and took off after a cackling Leo without another word.

Snickering, Jason took another look around, sighing when he couldn’t see you in the midst of excited campers.

He turned around to go grab a jacket when a soft noise caught his attention. Some kind of grunting, followed by a startled yelp. Jason started to smile. He’d know that sound anywhere. He followed the noise around the side of his cabin, tilting his head at the sight.

You were red in the face, using all your might to roll a giant ball of snow, struggling to say the least. Estelle was standing by with rapt attention, excitement written all over her face.

Jason went to stand beside Estelle, kneeling to be at her height. He leaned in to stage-whisper, “Do you think she needs some help?”

You looked up, stopping in the process of pushing your back against the snow, huffing and puffing through your glare. Estelle giggled. “Probably.”

He saw it in your face; you wanted to flip him off, only refraining given the current company. Estelle’s eyes gleamed up at him along with a bucktooth smile. “We’re building a snowman!”

“We?” you huffed, tucking your hair out of your face and behind your ears. “I didn’t know we were pronouncing my name as we now.”

Estelle rolled her eyes. “I’m supervising.”

“Honestly, I think ‘Stelle’s doing the heavy lifting,” Jason teased.

You sighed and turned to face your work. “That’s one layer. Jason, you do the middle.”

Still grinning, he was going to protest before doing exactly as you said, when a voice echoed across the lawn. One of the Stolls (Jason knew they were a few years apart but he still could never remember which was which) was approaching, a snowball in hand.

“Yo, Y/N!” he called. “It’s getting a little soggy over here!”

You smiled like this wasn’t the first time someone had had this complaint, wasting no time in cracking your neck and splaying out your hands. A cold rush of wind enveloped you, a firm crease in your brows, before the another wave of snow rained down from the clouds.

The Stoll brother shouted his thanks, and you meant to offer a smile when suddenly the world got tipsy, everything going black for a split second as you teetered off balance. Jason’s heart dropped and he rushed to your side, steadying you against him.

“Hey, hey, you with me?”

You blinked blankly, though you nodded despite the greenish tint in your cheeks that was quickly fading. Still, Jason wanted nothing more than to sit you down and cast lighting upon anyone who tried to use you like a snow machine again.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, gaining your color back. “Just a bit tired keeping all of this up.”

Estelle was attempting to finish the snowman on her own, promptly falling face first into the snow and sputtering to her feet. You giggled at her expense, not realizing you were still leaning mostly on Jason.

He wasn’t done questioning. “How long did it take to cover the whole camp?”

“Oh, uhm.” Your brows drew together, lips pursed. “A few hours. No big deal.”

You broke away from Jason and went to help Estelle roll along another giant snowball, casting Jason a reassuring smile. He let out a sigh and tried to let it go, going to help with the snowman construction.

The three of you finished the three layers of the snowman’s body, and Estelle ran off to collect the decorations and came back with a box, her brother, and her brother’s girlfriend.

Percy held Estelle on his shoulders, the box of supplies in Annabeth’s arms. You wiped your brow and smiled so brightly upon spying them, that Jason nearly forgot you’d been focusing on continuing the snowfall all along, slowly draining yourself.

Before he could call you out you sprang to your feet and went to pick the carrot out of the box. Annabeth chuckled and said, “I had to fight Blackjack for that.”

“Aww,” you hummed through a giggle. “Poor guy.”

Percy scoffed. “Please, he gets enough carrots. He could spare us at least five.”

Before you even had the chance to reply Estelle had jumped up to swipe the carrot from your hand. A response was barely on you lips when she nearly toppled the whole snowman over trying to stick the nose on its blank face.

You sighed and went to help her, scooping your hands under her arms and lifting her so she could reach its face.

The morning went by as Piper and Leo approached the finished snowman with hot cocoa in hand. Piper sported a grin as she looked at you and said, “Mr. D is furious.”

“I hoped so,” you said.

As Piper knelt to talk to Estelle you once again chose to ignore the weightiness in your shoulders, swallowing thickly to deal with your drying throat, and walked to the near empty box. Inside was a top hat you’d been saving for last. This was what the practice was leading up to.

“Hey, Stelle,” you called. Jason came to your shoulder, brows drawn, and you shot him a smirk. “Have Percy help you put the hat on top.”

She needed no more asking, taking her brother’s hand and dragging him to the snowman. Percy lifted her just as you had, and as Estelle rested the silk top hat on the snowman’s head, you held out a hand, worked some Boreas kid magic, and sent up a prayer to your dear old dad. A flurry of snowflakes shot out from your palm and right to the heart of the snowman.

You waited on bated breath as Estelle’s boot crunched back to the snowy ground, your gaze locked on the unmoving creature of snow. One second, then two, then three, until a minute passed. Estelle ran back to Annabeth and started ranting about something, Percy right behind her as he slung an arm around Annabeth’s shoulders. Piper and Leo engaged in another snowball fight, hot cocoa discarded on the ground.

And the snowman stood still. Your lips pursed with confusion and frustration. Jason appeared beside you again, looking from you to the snowman. “What’re we glaring at Frosty for?”

“Nothing,” you dismissed with a forced grin. You let out a sigh and intertwined your fingers with his, pressing a swift kiss to the back of his hand. “Wanna head inside? You’re shivering.”

He shook his head and slipped an arm around your waist. He was warm and soft and despite how much you loved the cold, you’d never get tired of it. But you couldn’t focus on that right now; you were too disappointed.

That was until he tried to lead Jason back to his cabin anyway, and your boyfriend had a full stop, his eyes slightly horrified while also mystified. Brows pinched, you were on the verge of asking what was wrong when his hand gripped your chin. You flushed deep red at the action, another rush of warmth hitting you, but then Jason was turning your head to follow his line of sight.

A bright laugh escaped you. There, made of snow, two button eyes, and a carrot nose, was Estelle’s snowman. But now, he was living and breathing, the little twig eyebrows on him drawn taut as he examined himself, looking at himself tree branch arms.

The lot around you stood in shock, looking from you to your creation. You laughed again quite like a mad scientist, and dropped Jason’s hand to slowly approach the snowman.

“Hello,” you said, and he considered you with a blank button stare, the line of chocolate chips making his mouth curved down into a frown.

“What am I?” he asked you, dropping his arms to his sides. He looked very contemplative for a snowman.

“A snowman,” you answered brightly.

The snowman hummed. His voice was soft, reminding you of the sound of crackling fire. Ironic. “I don’t think I’m meant to be alive. I feel… odd.”

Your smile started to fade, and you glanced back at your friends for help. Estelle stood awestruck, slowly stomping through the snow to stand at your side. She took your hand and looked up at the snowman with shining eyes.

The snowman looked back at her, going quiet. “Hello.”

Estelle started to smile. “Hi. My name’s Estelle, and this is Y/N. Those are our friends.” She jabbed a thumb back at the others. “Oh, do you have a name?”

He seemed to turn thoughtful, nodding. “I believe it was Perseus.”

Estelle let out a tiny gasp. “That’s what I called you! In my head!” She turned to you in complete and utter amazement. “How did he know that?”

You could only shake you head with a smile, squeezing her hand. “I dunno. Magic?” You couldn’t help but laugh once more, casting a glance up at the sky. The wind brushed through your hair, feeling oddly like a father’s hand ruffling a daughter’s hair.

You’d never met your father, but you doubted he was a cold as the weather.

Percy, Annabeth, Leo, and Piper came to admire the snowman, introducing themselves as he assessed them one by one. Jason hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you side against his, and you practically melted onto him. Your legs felt a tad bit weak.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering in your ear. “You astonish me.”

A smile split onto your face as you turned to kiss his cheek. Percy started to laugh as he looked upon the snowman. “Perseus the Snowman, huh?”

Perseus was holding Estelle’s hand as she rattled on about camp and how cool her big brother was and all about the Greek gods. Perseus listened with unabashed attention, the crease in his twig brows alluding to his curiosity.

Annabeth sidled up to you, unsure how to phrase her question. “Do you… Well, was this smart?”

You gave her an odd look. “What do you mean?”

The wise daughter of Athena settled you with her seriousness. “He’s snow… you can’t keep him that way forever.”

Her words rattled you to your core, and for once, you felt the chill of December.

Morning passed to evening, and you stayed stuck to Jason’s side more by exhaustion than by choice. Not that you minded, but the jelly feeling in your legs was less than pleasant. It took some work to ward off the curious campers from bombarding Perseus, who proved to be a rather anxious snowman.

Christmas Day passed by answering the endless questions of a snowman, explaining everything he could ever want to know.

Piper and Leo had gone off to lead ornament making with their respective cabins, being head counselors and all, and Percy and Annabeth went to make an obligatory holiday call to the latter’s father. Leaving only you, Jason, Estelle, and Perseus.

The four of you were at a picnic table close to the woods, the demigods sat atop the table and the snowman rolled up to the side.

Your energy was slowly but surely coming back to you. With the sun crossing the sky and starting to descend, the need for snow was waning. You hadn’t had a demand for a few hours, and to be honest, you were grateful. Your eyes felt droopy and your shoulders ached. You wanted to sleep, but you had one more thing to keep focused on: Perseus the Snowman.

Jason drew gentle shapes on your hand, letting you lay your head on his lap as Estelle told the harrowing tale of how Percy defeated Clarisse La Rue in his very first game of capture the flag.

You were having trouble looking at your snowman. From what he said when Estelle let out a yawn, he knew exactly why.

“Look at that,” he said, drawing everyone’s attention. His button eyes swept across the lawn of camp, where the snow was melting into the grass under the heat of the setting sun. His eyes turned to you, then. “You’re letting it all melt.”

You sat up and crossed your legs, resting your hands in your lap. You blinked at him, a tug on your heart. “Yes.”

He could only stare back at you. “You’re keeping me, though.”

Perseus was very perceptive for a snowman. You smiled at him. “We’re not done talking to you.”

He smiled back. “That’s true. And when we’re done talking?”

Estelle was looking between all of you, a confused purse in her lips. Jason cleared his throat and asked her to get him earmuffs from his cabin. She nodded and ran off, nearly tripping over herself. You sent him a look. “You don’t own earmuffs.”

“Oops,” he murmured through a grin. Perseus was watching the pair of you almost fondly.

You turned back to him and searched for the words to say, but it was all lost on you. Jason continued to rub soothing circles into your skin. All the words you knew suddenly boiled over. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think what would happen when… You know.”

Perseus shifted around, a gentle chocolate chip smile on his face as he took in the scenery. “Don’t be sorry. I’m happy to have lived.”

“But… you’re going to die,” you couldn’t help but say, as if he needed reminding.

He didn’t. That much was clear by his smile. “Don’t be sorry,” he echoed. “I’ll be happy to die. Snowmen aren’t meant for longevity.”

Your throat constricted. “It’s all my fault. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You were thinking of Estelle,” he said. “I’ve made her happy. I’m perfectly fine with melting.”

You cupped a hand over your mouth and averted your eyes just as Estelle came sprinting back, chest heaving as she lamented being unable to find any earmuffs.

“It’s cool, Stelle,” Jason said, forcing a smile.

She plopped back down and huffed, looking to Perseus, then the sunset. Perseus glittered in the light, and it took you far too long to realize it wasn’t glitter, but dew.

Estelle, angel she is, noticed it too. “Perseus, are you melting?” Before he could even think to answer she was turning on you, a fire in her gaze. “Make him better.”

You would—gods, all of Olympus knew you would, if only you weren’t exhausted. You gaped like a fish, squeezing Jason’s hand. Perseus the Snowman shook his head. “No, there’s no need.”

He reached out a wooden arm and she gently wrapped her little fingers around the splintered edges of his crooked hand. “I don’t fear death.”

Estelle’s jaw hung slack for an everlasting moment. “Well, I do! Y/N, do it.”

Jason tensed and snapped, “Stelle, that’s not fair.”

She didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Estelle,” Perseus drew her attention back to him. “You’ll make more snowmen.”

She shook her head hopelessly, eyes going glassy. “No, I won’t. I won’t ever make another snowman.”

“How sad,” said Perseus. “Never?”

Estelle wiped her nose on her sleeve and looked at the ground. “Maybe, not never.”

The snowman started to smile again. His button eyes roamed over them all, stopping on the sky, and he sighed. “What a wonderful day to be alive.”

You turned your face so no one would see you crying. Jason's hold on your hand was the only thing sobering you up enough to remain on the picnic table, watching the sunset with your snowman.

The god Astraeus painted the sky with vibrant yellows, pinks, and oranges in a sunset to rival all others. It was too beautiful. Perseus kept his blank gaze settled on it alone, his hand still in Estelle’s. You and Jason sat rigid behind them as time ticked away.

The moon rose expectantly to take its place as the sun started to hide under the horizon. The yellows and pinks made way for the dark blue of night creeping in. Only then did Perseus shift his gaze back to Estelle. “I’m ready now.”

A crease grew in your brow when Estelle nodded, understanding what you did not, and she stood up on the table to reach over Perseus’ head. With shaky hands she reached for his hat, glancing down at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

All Perseus did was smile. “Merry Christmas.”

The little girl took in a wavering breath. “Merry Christmas.” And she removed the hat, lifting it off his head, and in an instant all hints of emotion left the snowman. Nothing changed at all, but each of you could see it; those buttons held life behind them no longer.

You bit down hard on your lip. “How did you know that would work?”

She shrugged, setting the hat down on the snow. “I didn’t.”

The sound of footfalls on the snow had you turning around. Chiron approached, a sorry look in his eyes, and he stopped a few feet off. “Everyone has gathered around the tree.”

You took Estelle’s hand in yours, steeling yourself and offered her a smile that she slowly returned. Jason moved to walk at your side as you followed Chiron to the center of camp. The tree lit up most of camp, stretching high and out.

Campers were singing off key here and there. A pair of girls was caught under the mistletoe, one laughing awkwardly before the moon eyed one swooped in for a gentle peck on her lips. Gifts were being exchanged. Snow balls were thrown. A snowman was being built by some younger Hermes kids too.

“Hey!” Percy called out, cheeks flushed as he sipped on his apple cider. One arm was slung around his girlfriend who was talking in low voices with Thalia. The lot of your friends were gathered around one of the many little fires scattered around the lawn.

He offered you and Jason each a blue gingerbread man, grinning ear to ear. “Mom made ‘em.”

You looked around for Mrs. Blofis and found her at a nearby table, handing out marshmallows for roasting with Mr. Blofis at her side. Mr. Blofis wasn’t doing much handing out, instead in what seemed to be a deep conversation with Mr. D. The god of wine was gesturing wildly as he regaled some kind of story.

All was well. All was calm. You found it in yourself to actually smile.

Guilt wasn’t very far, wondering truly what you had been thinking bringing a snowman to life, when a particularly harsh bout of wind blew all your hair into your face. You sputtered through a giggle and swiped your hair to the side, your voice faltering when you caught sight of a man standing on the outskirts of the bonfires and chatter.

It couldn’t be. You stepped away from Jason and the rest, approaching the stranger. He stood tall, with a suit that glittered like snow. Two purple wings arched from his shoulder blades. What could your father want with you on Christmas?

“Hi,” you said, not sure where to start.

He stirred like he was uncomfortable. “Yes, hello, daughter.”

You had the heart to grin. “Merry Christmas.”

Boreas nearly scoffed before he corrected himself with a nod. “You as well.”

The silence to follow was tense. You motioned with your hand vaguely. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

You weren’t sure how to feel about meeting your father. You’d imagined this moment countless times, but it all led up to this anticlimactic reveal that was more amusing than aweing.

“There is,” he huffed. “I thought I would let you know your little magic act didn’t harm anything.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, heart dropping.

“I mean that the snowman is not dead,” Boreas informed you. “The snowman itself was never alive, I suppose. I’m impressed, I should say. You managed to catch a snow spirit and wrangle it into that snowman. Normally, snow spirits don’t get lives… You did a good thing, I suppose, giving that spirit one. He remembers it all. Perseus, as you called him, is living free and wild, as a snow spirit should be.”

You hadn’t realized your eyes were watering, relief coursing through you. “Oh, thanks gods. I’m not murderer.”

Boreas chuckled softly. “You’re not.” He averted his eyes, raising a hand and pausing, unsure, before he settled it on your shoulder and met your eyes. “I’m… proud of you. I don’t have many children. You’re certainly one I don’t regret.”

You blinked up at him, reaching to awkwardly pat his forearm. “Thanks, Dad.”

He nodded stiffly, backed away, and with a last Merry Christmas, he vanished in a flurry of snowflakes. One landed on your nose and gave you an ever rare shiver.

Jason’s arm wrapped around you, his warmth enveloping you like a nice blanket. “You good?”

Nodding, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Very.”

Curfew was extended that night, much to the herpes disappointment. Treats and drinks were devoured by greedy children and finally, at the end of the night, Chiron gave the word and a stampede of kids ran to tear open the gifts they’d been eyeing for weeks.

After the younger kids had grabbed theirs and the crowd died down, your group moved in to find the gifts with your names on them. Your dad gifted you a snowglobe of camp. You shook it up with a smile, not noticing your sweating boyfriend approach you from behind.

“Y/N?” You turned, smile widening. Jason only got more nervous. “Uhm… I…”

You set the snowglobe back in its box on the ground and stepped closer to him, taking his hands in your freezing ones. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” he blurted. “So much.”

Your grin grew painful with how big it was. “And I love you.”

Jason blushed and took a deep breath. “You’ve been with me through… everything. When I wasn’t sure who I was, when Hera manipulated me and Piper, through the war.” He was out of breath, only one thought on his mind: no words would ever be enough. “I’m so in love with you. I can’t explain how much. Just when I think about it I can’t breathe.”

Your face had fallen into admiration. Jason’s thumb rubbed anxious lines on your knuckles. “I never want to spend a day without you. You deserve everything, I want to give it to you.”

“Jason…” Your voice was shaky, tapering off.

“Don’t worry,” he nearly whispered, moving to cup your cheek. “I’m not asking you to marry me. Not yet.” You giggled and he swore it was better than ambrosia. “I will though. I promise I will.”

You were too busy reaching to take his face in your hands to notice when he pulled something out of his pocket. You leaned forward to kiss the very life out of him, and he would very much have let you, but he drew you back with his hold on your jaw, chuckling when you frowned.

He held up a little velvet box between your bodies. Suddenly you weren’t so interested in kissing him, swiping the box from him with greedy hands and gleaming eyes. You popped the box open, admiring the pretty silver chain laid within. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”

“Here.” Jason turned you around and offered to clip it around your neck. He didn’t waste the opportunity, peppering kisses from the skin behind your ear down to your shoulder, relishing in the little quiver you gave in response. “Merry Christmas.”

Whirling back around, you jumped him, arms flinging around his neck as you crushed your lips to his. You pulled back for barely a second to mumble, “Merry Christmas” before your tongue pushed past his lips, your teeth catching his bottom lip.

“Woah! Woah! No PDA in my camp!” You groaned and ripped away from Jason, rolling your eyes as you cast Mr. D a glare over your shoulder.

Jason wasn’t so cocky anymore, red from neck to nose. “Sorry!”

“I don’t get paid enough…”

You and your boyfriend locked eyes, breaking down into a round of laughter as the grumpy god stomped away.

“Hey!” Piper jumped out of nowhere, Leo hot on her tail. Both were totally buzzed, and all you could do was laugh and wonder how on earth they’d snuck in alcohol. “Come sing carols, lovebirds!”

The pair of you followed the pair of them back to the little bonfire your friends had claimed. Fiddling with your necklace, you eyes scanned across them all to land on Jason, and a rush of adoration hit you like a freight train. You pecked his cheek and watched him stumble over a chuckle, returning a kiss to your hairline.

Then, as you leaned your head on his shoulder, a snowflake crossed your eye.

One by one, the sky became littered with flurries. Annabeth held up a hand as if to catch some. “Y/N, you’ve got to be tired by now. Take a rest.”

You shook you head slowly, confused. “This isn’t me.”

The winter wind kissed your cheek, and you were left at a loss. But Estelle—sweet Estelle, who sat between her brother and Annabeth—she knew. A little grin appeared on her face. “Goodbye, Perseus.”

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Jason x Sweet!Nature loving!Reader

Been a hot minute since I thought about my silly slashers, and while the brainrot is FAR from returning, I do vaguely miss the forest man <\3

Saying it now I'm not taking requests for slashers I'm purely writing this for myself

You're the kind of person he wants to bring home to his mom.. oh hes so sure Pamela would love you! You're kind, sweet, and you're polite! You both go out fairly often to go out into the woods... he doesn't like the idea of you walking around alone, though. Should there be any trespassers sticking their noses where they dont belong and they see you... on top of that he has traps set around and he would never ever EVER forgive himself if you got caught in one. He'd fret if even a single hair on your head was pushed to the side....

He often brings you flowers! From all parts of the woods, he presents them to you! He helps make a little garden by the cabin so you can both work on growing your own food and plants... he plans on having it be a surprise gift for you.. maybe not a birthday since he cant keep track of the dates that well outside of seasons, but hes trying...!

He joins you whenever he catches you laying in a patch in the grass, taking in the sun that managed to shine through the trees above. He thinks you look.. ethereal. Like an angel sent right from the clouds. He wants to hold you.. so he shyly brushes his pinky against yours. You take a hold of his hand and your fingers interlock.

He could get used to sharing the camp with you...

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aipens · 11 months

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Every Robin has a Batgirl.

It first started with Dick Grayson and Barbara Gordon. However briefly, Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown followed, as did Damien Wayne and Cassandra Cain.

But where does that leave the second Robin? He, too, deserves someone that gets him. Because, though he tries so hard to do well in school, none of his peers are anyone he can call his friends. He’s simply too different from them.

As exciting as this new life is, both as Jason and as Robin, it is also lonely.

So why not give him some reprieve?

Allow Batman to cross ways with a spunky, fiery brat. Someone that doesn’t cower before him, even as he looks down at her, menacing as ever. Maybe she was engaging in some petty crime, bumping into all sorts of Gothamites and clearing their pockets of anything of value without them noticing. It’s probably an entirely too common sight— for all the good Bruce Wayne tries to do for his city, not everyone gets enough.

But playing thief puts food on the table. The motions are smooth and practiced, like she’s been doing this for months, at least. Maybe she has.

Any other time, perhaps he might’ve been more strict. But the unfazed look in her eyes, even as the city’s Dark Knight himself corners her is telling enough of her character, and a man like him can see beyond the raggedy clothes and the grime on her cheek— if nothing else, there’s potential for growth and, in their field, that is everything.

Let the news be dumped on Jason. Let initial skepticism at the prospect of a partner evolve into cautious interest, then competitive enthusiasm. He’s always been an independent, headstrong guy. Why is there a need for another sidekick? Is this some half-assed attempt to replace him?

Or maybe, it is more of a challenge. A means to prove himself to Bruce, outperforming her and establishing himself as the better choice.

And, above all, let her match that energy. Allow that feeling of being undermined to make way for camaraderie. He, too, can recognize that if Grayson had a batgirl, it’s only right he gets one, too. Allow his forced partner to become his ally, even if reluctantly. And from there, let him earn a dear friend.

Let them grow together, as vigilantes and as people. Let them share their backgrounds, and bond over common experiences.

As he grows from an ever-happy boy to one far more critical of Batman and his methods, keep Batgirl as this constant source of lightheartedness to balance his own brooding nature. Let their banter and jokes help them both cope with the darkness of their work.

Let him have someone to reach out to about fears and vulnerabilities. Because, for as grateful as he is to Bruce, he is often the object of his grievances. In cases like those, her presence is always welcome. In turn, let him feel relied on when she returns the favor and seeks him out for comfort. He’s hardly anyone’s first choice, and he knows that much.

But also, let him realize some special sort of feelings may be starting to flourish. Let him grapple with whether or not it’s best to remain silent as the idea of a crush settles in. As he sorts himself out, let him question if saying anything will be worth it at all.

It’s innocent and has that juvenile quality to it. Let him become hyper-aware of her presence. Let the familiar closeness make him bashful, but not enough to deter him from looking for any and every opportunity to spend time with her. He’s not unlike a peacock, sometimes, showing off his feather to impress her. Grand movements during a fight during patrol together, followed by undertones of self-consciousness if she calls him out on being a show-off. Toning it up with the wit and the charm, and always checking to see if he’s at least earned a small laugh. Perhaps he’ll even try to play the act of the chivalrous gentleman… to an extent. Not pulling out a chair for her, or anything. That seems too obvious. More like prioritizing her safety, and readily offering support.

He tries hard to put himself in a favorable light. To someone like Batman or Alfred, the flashy behavior might be entirely too conspicuous. But indeed, he does well in showcasing himself and catching her eye. For as long as they’ve worked together, she’s known him to be rather fearless. (Although, when it comes to him, that’s pretty synonymous with reckless). He’s a reliable, quick thinker, and can be charismatic when he’s not being broody. Let her return those feelings.

And, lastly, let him resolve to be true to himself and tell her soon, but not soon enough.

Let him fall into the Joker’s grasp before he can try to do anything. Have him endure great suffering at the hands of his captor, and isolate him from the world. Let him grow frustrated at his situation, and have him long for home. Even as he lies beaten and broken, allow him some solace in his memories of before. He deserves that small comfort.

On her end, allow her to remain hopeful of finding him, no matter how long’s passed. And, even if her mentor has accepted Robin’s death, let her hold on to the possibility that that might not be the case. In consequence, however, let her grow resentful of Bruce and his apparent lack of compassion for his own son. Let Bruce shield her from the recordings of his Robin getting beaten down. He knows how much those two care for each other. Let him try to protect at least one of them.

Let her assume that the appearance of the small Tim Drake is Bruce’s quick acceptance of the absurd idea that Jason isn’t coming back to them— to her. Let her grow angry. Let her snap at Bruce for failing them both, and let their relationship forever remain severed.

Even as months pass, she will do her best to find him. But then again, if the world’s best detective failed, what can you expect this Batgirl to do?

Let the first real interaction in months between Batgirl and Batman to occur upon receiving news of Robin’s whereabouts. Let them both rush off to that damned warehouse, and let Jason’s final thought be that he hears a familiar call of his name as everything explodes around him.

Let Bruce return home, having lost two members of his family. One to death’s hands, and one to grief and anger. Let her run and vow to never return, blaming Batman for having failed them both, and let Batman be powerless before his own losses.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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ophe!!!! imagine dating jason (we ignore toa that isn't canon) and he's doing some kind of work and u wanna say hi!!! bc you haven't seen him in ages but he just tells u to go away :(((

“Knock, knock!” Your singsong voice fills the quiet room. You stride into Cabin 1 with a tray of breakfast food and a smile.

Jason is at his desk, like always, slumped over some design for a minor god’s statue and working the logistics.

“Jason?” Your voice is much closer now and your hand is on his upper back, “Wanna take a break? I brought your favorites.”

He greets you with a grunt and shakes his head.

“Baby, you’ve been at this for two days. It can wait, we have all the time in the world.”

“Go away, Y/n. I need to work.”

You look at him a moment, eyebrows drawn together. “I wanted to see you. I miss you in training.”

“Well, training can wait and you can wait,” He’s mocking you, voice a higher pitch than needed, “You know how important these dedications are, Y/n.”

The implicit Nothing matters more sits on the tip of his tongue and gets swallowed but you hear it anyway.

Your heart is clogged with wet paper towels. Your throat too because for a moment the only noise you can make is a squeak of a gulp.

You nod stiffly, ignoring the wetness on your checks and place the tray on his bed. You pluck the tea cup and drop it on his desk instead.

“Chamomile, one cube of sugar.” You hesitate for a second, meaning to leave but your feet won’t let you. You drop a kiss to his messy hair that he sighs about.

“I love you, Jason.” He makes a noncommittal noise in response and your eyes fill again, “Finish your pancakes quickly, while they’re still warm.”

Your hand runs down his back as you retreat, the only evidence of your growing hurt the sniffle you make as you walk out the door.

Jason stays hyper focused for five, ten, twenty minutes before he picks up his cup. Sipping from it, he comes back to the present at its lukewarm temperature.

He leans back in his chair and looks over at the previously-steaming pancakes that droop over each other like withering flowers. His stomach growls and he sets down his pencil, beginning to dig in the various options you’ve brought him.

With the taste of syrup on his tongue and food in his belly, his brain is running much smoother and he smiles to himself when he remembers how generous you are. He turns back to his work without another thought of his girlfriend, and without the knowledge that she sought Piper’s comfort in tears.

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venusianelf · 2 years

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Gotham’s Angel

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Genre: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, A bit of Found Family too

Summary: You and Jay have been friends forever and you two have both been secretly pining for each other for years. Who knew that all it took to get you two together was a meddling brother?

Warnings: Some swearing, Awkwardness?, One use of Y/n, Reader is gender-neutral

Word Count: ~1,100

A/N: This fic is based on The Wayne Family Adventures webtoon but should also be (mostly) accurate to comic book Jason. Let me know if you have any request ideas for Jason bc I am thoroughly obsessed with him right now lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy the fic!

You and Jason had been friends since childhood. You remembered his much younger face covered in dirt and scrapes as he stole food for you two. When Bruce adopted him they made sure to make it clear you were always welcome at the manor. It quickly became home to you as well. Since then many things have changed but Wayne Manor was still your home. Well secondarily to your own apartment.

“Mm, why’d you stop?” A grumpy Jason asked as you were brought back to reality. Looking down at Jason in your lap you realized you had stopped playing with his hair when you got caught up in your memories. “I was just reminiscing,” You chuckled as he hummed when you continued carding your fingers through his hair. “Oh, on what?” He inquired as you blushed a little and looked away. “Just on how good of a friend you’ve been over the years,” You replied as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and he buried his head in your stomach.

“Nah, I think you’re the good friend here. But you won’t be if you stop playing with my hair again,” He huffed in mock annoyance as you chuckled. ‘Click’ you both heard as you looked over towards the door to see Dick holding up his phone obviously taking a picture. “Heh, the group chat is gonna love this,” He laughed as Jason quickly got off of you and tried to snatch Dick’s phone from him. “Nope, you’re gonna delete that right now or I swear I will-” He threatened before getting interrupted. “You’ll what?” Dick laughed as he dodged Jason’s attempts.

You laughed to yourself as you watched them before going to check your phone. Seeing new messages in the Batfam group chat you realized Jason’s effort is useless as Dick already sent the picture. You feel your cheeks heat up as you read all the Aww’s and How cute’s from everyone. Although you began chuckling as you read Damian’s message, “What is he doing? Is this some sort of training exercise?”

Later in the evening, you had curled yourself up in the library as you read your favorite book. Looking up when you hear a knock on the wall you see Dick again. “Hey there,” You call out with a smile as he smiles playfully at you. “Hey there yourself,” He responds as he takes a seat near you. “Soo, how come you didn’t join Jason’s cause earlier?” He teases as you huff at him before slipping your bookmark into the book, giving up on reading for now. “You know why goof,” You reply as he chuckles. “Do I now?” He asks with faux innocence. “I wanted to save the picture for myself, happy?” You answer as you feel your cheeks heat up once again.

“Oh? And why did you want to save the picture? It’s not like you don’t already have plenty of pictures of you two together,” He says as he continues his act. “Ugh, are you really going to make me say it?” You huff as you sink into your chair. “Yes, yes I am,” He chuckles as you groan and shove your face in your hands. “Because I have feelings for him and most of my pictures of us together aren’t as casual and intimate as that one,” You rush out quickly before hearing a thud. Looking over your shoulder your gaze lands on Jason in the doorway and then the book he dropped on the floor.

“Shit, um I should probably-” He mumbles as he tries to excuse himself before Dick starts laughing. “Ah, even I couldn’t have planned something so perfect,” He says amusedly as your face heats up from realizing what Jason must have heard. “Well this is my cue to leave, good luck you two,” Dick laughs as he pats Jason on the back before heading out. After Dick leaves you both stay in silence before he speaks up again, “I should go-” “Don’t,” You responded before cursing under your breath. ‘Now or never,’ you think to yourself before gesturing for him to come sit. He complies after picking up his book and setting it on one of the nearby tables.

You both sit in silence for a moment before you look up and catch his gaze. He looks at you with an unreadable emotion as you steel yourself for the incoming rejection. “Did you mean it?” He asks as you tilt your head in confusion. “Yeah, of course. I- I’ve had feelings for you since we were kids living on the street,” You reply as his eyes widen. “That long?” He inquires as you shyly nod your head. “Wow, and here I thought I had no chance with you,” He laughs humourlessly as it’s your turn to be shocked. “What?” You ask as he looks back at you. “Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were kids too. I guess we were both just idiots who couldn’t tell we liked each other,” He chuckles as you smile. “I guess so,” You respond light-heartedly before he walks over to you. He offers you his hand and you take it a bit confused as he leads you over to the window.

“Gotham, the city of many tragedies but also our home. Who knew such a horrible city could bring me someone so angelic?” He laughs as you blush. “I am not angelic,” You huff and look away from him out the window. “Well you’re my angel,” He replies lovingly as you feel his fingers brush under your chin before he gently turns your gaze back towards him. “I guess I won’t fight you on that,” You say as your gaze flickers from his eyes down to his lips. “I’m glad,” He responds as you both lean in and you can feel his warm breath on your face.

Closing your eyes, you lean in further before your lips meet. The kiss is gentle and sweet but also impatient as you both makeup for lost time. Jason’s hand on your chin slides down to the back of your neck as he pulls you closer. Your hand lands on his chest as he deepens the kiss. Your hands begin to roam his body before you hear a familiar click. Pulling apart and looking towards the library’s entrance you see a smug dick holding his phone again. “Grayson!” You yell as Jason laughs.

“You’re fucked bro,” He comments as you storm toward Dick as he gulps. Unlike earlier, you very easily grab his phone and delete the picture. Double checking you go to his text messages and see he already sent the picture to the group chat. “Oh you’re in for it now,” You chuckle gravely as you look up at Dick. “Uh oh,” He laughs nervously as you smile darkly at him. “Yeah, uh oh,” You respond as Jason leans against the window and smiles fondly at you. “That’s my angel,” He praises as you turn and wink at him before chasing Dick down the manor’s halls.

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pixel-percy · 5 months

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🐝 It's been a year since you last saw or heard from Jason Todd. His whereabouts are unknown to you or anyone else in the Bat family... Then one night an intruder finds themselves in the Batcave. 🐝

🐝 Word Count: 4.5k 🐝 Music Vibes: Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift 🐝 Warning(s): Superpowered reader, angst, smut (piv), hurt/comfort, blood/injury, infertility, enemies to lovers, unsafe sex (protect yourselves please) 🐝 A/N: I had originally planned for this to be a one-off inspired by a dream I had in the past about Jason but, if there's a desire, I could maybe be persuaded to write my other thoughts I've had about this universe 👀

The world was a blur when you awoke, the sound of notifications bombarding your phone. Your hand darted out wildly, snatching it up before it could tumble off the nightstand, and pulled it up to your eye line. It was the Batcomputer. With a quick toss of the blanket, your bare feet touched the cold tiles of the manor and your fingers snatched the robe sitting on the vanity. It offered more comfort than warmth, covering the silk fabric of your top and shorts and stopping just above your mid-thigh. You hesitated for a moment by the door, eyes falling on the desk beside it, and considering the knife in it. A gift to keep you safe if someone dared invade the manor… Even if you didn't truly need it.

You took it anyway.

With the item tucked in the pocket of your robe, you crossed the threshold of the room and into the hallway. The moonlight tumbled in through the windows and illuminated the path forward. A stagnant smell –one that always crept in with the lack of inhabitants– trailed through the space. You did your best to make Wayne Manor home after Dick passed it to you and the rest of the Bat Family moved on to their own lives, but it still felt like you barely lived there yourself. You were waiting, biding time until the inevitable return of… someone. Anyone. Mostly him.

It was mostly meditation and training yourself, ruminating about Bruce’s lessons before he passed, and generally supporting the Robins as they passed through. It wasn’t often, but it was always nice. With Alfred gone too, you did your best to make them still feel like they had a home here… But sometimes the loneliness was palpable. Repetitive days and training regimes. The same old coffee and breakfast. The same schedule.

So maybe tonight one of the Robins was paying a visit… At least that’s what you hoped.

The old clock in one of the side rooms was already open when you approached. The stagnant smell was replaced by fresh-cut grass and… blood. There was a sense of concern that washed over you, mind racing at the thought of someone you cared about being hurt, or an uninvited guest getting caught by one of Bruce’s many leftover traps across the premises. You hoped for familiarity but your hand still pulled the ornate knife from the robe’s pocket.

The descent into the Batcave was slow, slow enough for any unnatural sounds to reach you, the spiral dizzying in the dark, and the scent of the iron had begun to settle throughout the small space. You held the knife tight in your grasp, up by your chest, blade facing outward. The end of the spiral was in sight, the brightness of the Batcave gently pouring in.

When you finally emerged, your eyes settled on the trail of blood leading out into the cave. It was a stark contrast to all the blues and whites of the technology that lined every part of the space. Your eyes tracked it, feet guiding you carefully until you finally saw where it ended. The seat in front of the Batcomputer’s main hub was occupied by a man dressed in a black tactical suit with a bright red bat symbol printed on his chest and streaks of blood running down it. His head was lolled to the side, the bright technology of the space reflecting off of the red helmet.

“Jason…?” you asked, surprise evident in your voice. You wanted to let the anger that had built up over time persist, even through your concern, but you found yourself crossing the space in an instant. He didn’t move an inch, his chest the only indication he was still in the living world. “Jason,” you said louder and a little more firm. He grunted. “Shit!” A startled breath escaped you.

“I thought you would have changed the locks on me by now,” he said, voice gruff and filtered through the changer in the mask. A cough left him and was immediately followed by a pained gasp, hand gripping his side. You cursed under your breath and found yourself rushing to grab the closest first aid and a bottle of water before you returned. The box clattered a bit when you set it on one of the small corners of the Batcomputer desk before you turned back to him.

“Where are you hurt?” you asked, moving close to him to examine him further. Crimson pooled at the end of his mask and worry surged through you, settling in the pit of your stomach like you'd swallowed a boulder.

"You don't have to help," he grunted in an attempt to straighten himself up.

"I'm not in the mood for your stubbornness, Jason," you responded. Your eyes fixed themselves on the helmet above you, familiar and foreign all the same, and you knew he was looking at you.

Before he could say much else, your fingers were undoing the latches of his helmet until his hand snapped up to grab at your wrist. It was a surprise to you, the firmness of his gloved hand making your heart rate increase involuntarily. It wasn't mean-spirited or meant to harm. You stood your ground, eyes locked onto the carved-out whites, unspoken issues bubbling under the surface for you both.

He was nervous.

So were you.

Scared of all the things that had been left unsaid when he left one, two, six months ago. A year ago. A year in this place, waiting for this stubborn bird to return home… and here he was with a broken wing.

Jason gave in.

His grip loosened around your wrist just enough for you to continue your original task, but it slid down the skin of your forearm softly when you did. The fabric of the robe pushed back, bunching up just past your elbow, where Jason let his fingers come to a halt. They twitched, almost as though he wanted more comfort than he would allow himself. You knew him all too well. So the palm of his hand flattened against the skin on your arm until he had a grip firm enough to hold himself up. At least that's what you assumed

The mechanisms of the helmet gave way under your touch, fingers moving to each side of it to finally remove it from his head. You took your time, careful not to hurt him further despite the hiss you'd already heard come through the voice changer until it was finally gone.

It had been a long time since your eyes met without the mask and when you saw the cerulean irises surrounded by bloodshot whites, it was hard to look away. The crimson that painted the side of his face and caked into his stubble and his hair made it a little easier to get back on track.

"Where are you hurt?" you repeated, a little softer this time, a little more pleading. His gaze –that had been on the harder, more guarded side– softened a bit now that he could see your face.

"Already popped my shoulder back in," he started in his own soft tone. His eyes stayed on your face. "Bullets in my abdomen. Went straight through the Kevlar. Possible concussion." You nodded.

It was nice to hear his unfiltered voice. That familiar gruffness. The attempt to be standoffish. He could never fool you and it amused you that his time away made him think that would change.

The warmth of his hand left your arm as you peeled off the layers of his suit, careful not to agitate the three large bullet wounds that sat precisely where he'd mentioned. He didn't resist you.

On the contrary, he fell back into his familiar quiet acceptance of your help. This wasn't the first time you took care of him when he was injured, nor would it be the last. From broken limbs to thorns stuck in his skin from your garden, you were there to help him pick up the pieces. His grouchy, prickly nature eventually softened for you and you only, and his time away must have made him fall back into old habits.

Once you were done peeling the layers from his upper body, he leaned back to give you a better look at his wounds.

"Thankfully, they look clean through and avoided anything major," you mumbled loud enough for him to hear. You balanced a flashlight in your teeth to get a closer look, fingers touching the sites and making blood stream out. Part of you wondered who had been packing enough firepower to break through Batman-level Kevlar, and you realized you truly had no clue. Jason could have been anywhere, doing anything, Gotham wasn't the only place in the world. But it felt that way to you.

Jason remained quiet, eyes lulling every now and again as he watched you examine him. Exhaustion, blood loss, adrenaline wearing down, you did your best to move quickly and efficiently for his sake and yours. The water bottle sloshed when you took it from the table, the cap spinning off and clattering against the floor. You poured it into your palm, the liquid swirling in it for a moment before it smoothed its way up your arms, cooling the skin up to your elbow. Jason shifted only to give you better access to the wound, jaw tightening but no protests leaving him.

It had been a while since you had to nurse some serious injuries for one of the bat children. The last was a reluctant Damian at the behest of Dick after an assassin ripped through his arm with a poisonous blade. It was a long night and the vile of toxin you’d extracted sat proudly on a bookshelf you’d claimed in the Batcave. The collective family wasn’t the only one allowed to have souvenirs in this relic of a manor.

Jason’s eyes continued to be fixed on your face as you went to work patching him up. Your water-covered palm pressed to the first bullet wound, concentrating long enough to ensure it cleaned it thoroughly and only earned a deep breath through Jason’s nose as a response. His eyes were closed for the briefest of moments, until he felt your gaze lift to his face, and resumed watching your every move. It wasn’t unnatural or unfamiliar. No matter the situation, Jason always kept his eyes on you. For a long time, you thought it might have been because of the circumstances of your meeting or because he didn’t quite like you… But you’d learned that wasn’t the case a few months into your new living situation with the Wayne family.

The silence remained –save for some quick breaths or hisses from Jason– until you finished cleaning up the wounds, disposing of the used, crimson-infused, water in a nearby drain. After you patched up the wounds on his abdomen, a synchronized effort of him leaning forward and then back so you could wrap the bandages around the gauze, you got a fresh bottle of water to soak into a towel. Jason leaned back upon your approach, moving his legs further out so you could stand between them, and begin gently cleaning the blood from his neck.

Jason peered up at you, eyes softer than they had initially been, muscles in his neck flexing as you gently pushed the towel against his temple. He didn’t flinch as much when the material touched it, plenty of head wounds over his lifetime that it had become one of the least painful things to treat.

You did your best not to look down at him. You were mad. You had to be. Even if your heart ached at the sight of him, concern bubbling in your chest at his wounds like it always did… You had to be angry at him. How could he have left you for so long?

“You smell like lavender,” he said, voice a whisper for only you to hear. You stuttered for a moment. “Is it from your garden…?”

It was such an innocent ask, a touch base, and you felt a long breath leave your nose.

“Yes,” you offered. It was short, a bit dismissive, but still an answer. A smile tugged at one of the corners of his mouth, you saw the twitch, but he resisted.

“Are… my Petunias still alive…?”

They were. You made sure they were. Big, red, vibrant, and thriving even in his absence. Maybe it was your way of keeping hope alive that he’d eventually return to you. You had picked one and placed it on top of the copy of Pride and Prejudice you kept on your nightstand. Jason’s copy. It was aged pages, dog ears, long since dried blood stains on the edges of the pages from when he reread it on the mend, and a note scratched into the back from Bruce. It exuded comfort for him and likewise for you.

“Yes,” you offered again, softer than you wanted. The resolve you worked so hard to keep was cracking… Even more when you felt his palm slide past your robe and press wide and flat against the back of your thigh. You froze for a moment, towel stuttering against his forehead. He knew your tells just like you knew his. He knew you were angry at him, he knew you were trying to keep that energy, but he also knew you kept his Petunias alive.

The same way you helped keep them alive, even when he argued he wanted to do it himself because it warmed your heart the way he had picked out the seed packets with excited eyes. Something he tried to hide, of course, behind initial feigned displeasure when you suggested he pick something. His reasoning? “They’re red and they sound like a funny old lady name.” Like it was the most logical thing in the world. You didn’t mean to laugh, but you did, especially as an older woman walked by you both huddled in the garden section and shot a dirty look at him.

“You weren’t here to do it, so someone had to,” you said. It was laced with hurt and the lingering anger you felt dying down in your chest. When he said your name, all soft and gruff, it made you inhale deeply. You took in the overwhelming scent of copper and sweat and dirt and everything that shouted a fight that Jason might not have been prepared for. You managed a, “Please don’t.”

It was filled with anguish in a way only a lover could convey. A plea born from nightmares of loss and quiet comms and tending a garden that kept you tethered to the Earth. It helped you push through the nights you filled in for Babs, surfing through Oracle to assist the Bat Family to any degree you could… Hoping you’d hear him chime into any channel and tell you he was safe. That he was on his way home.

Jason’s fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of your thigh.

The air was thick between you two. Unspoken words permeated the air, making it heavy and charged. The towel moved slower against his skin, its job nearly complete, but he didn’t need to know that. Your mind was caught somewhere in a whirl of pain and relief. Part of you wondered if this was just a dream but Jason’s grip felt too real, gloves long since removed and probably lying somewhere in the Batcave. The roughness of his palm, his fingers, a stark contrast to your skin.

“Bee,” he tried. Your jaw tensed at the pet name. It was his own plea, his own way of trying to break through the walls that you had built up in your time alone. A reminder of what you would now consider easier times. You didn’t respond verbally, holding as fast as you could, but your hand stopped. His eyes continued to bore into you.

Slowly, the hand that had poised itself on your thigh released and, instead, slid up to the hem of your silk shorts, lingering just long enough and squeezing just hard enough for a small hitch in your breath. Jason continued his travel over the material, snaking his way under the back of your shirt as he rose from his seat, grunts minimalized as much as he could. Your eyes moved from his exposed chest, a layer of light hair covered in the blood you had missed, to his face finally. He held your gaze so deeply, intimately, your anger had almost fully dissipated.

A gasp left your lips when his hand pulled you into him, despite his wound, his other hand tangled messily into your hair so that he could grip the back of your neck roughly. Jason’s lips met yours, hungry, desperate, and you could taste the same sense of relief that he’d made it back to you in the way he devoured your breath. You didn’t resist. You missed him. You thought he was dead… Yet here he was. Your little injured bird. The man that would overcome any and all odds to get back to you, even when he used to deny being just as devoted to you as you were to him.

“Jason,” you attempted between rough waves of his lips against yours. He offered a sound that was akin to a light moan, unwilling to part with your lips if he didn’t have to. “You’re… Injured…” Your words struggled against the onslaught. Truthfully, you were just overwhelmed by so many thoughts, questions, and emotions, it was hard to just enjoy the moment.

“I don’t give a shit,” he mumbled against your lips, his teeth grazing yours in a way that was so deliciously sinful that a knot in your stomach tightened. The feeling sent tingles through every neuron and electrified you as if you’d touched a lightning rod.

You moaned.

It was involuntary but, God was it the truth… And that was all you both needed for your dams to break. Everything felt like a blur.

Jason swung you around and pressed your lower back to the lip of the desk, His body engulfed you as he bent you back, body haphazardly against screens that could very well lead to some awkward scenarios if you weren’t careful. But it didn’t stop either of you. Even through his tactical pants, you could feel him, and the way he pressed up against your core had your back arching in response. You gasped and he groaned in response, mouth immediately finding the top of your breast so that he could sink his teeth into the sensitive flesh there.

It was like he didn’t know what he wanted to do with you, like he was overwhelmed with options, his mouth wanting to explore like all the times he had before.

“We shouldn’t… Here…” you managed between little hiccups of breath every time he bit down a bit harder than you’d expected. “Bed,” you ordered with all the strength you could find in your voice. He groaned, maybe growled a little, obviously protesting having to wait any second longer away from you. But he yielded.

When he pulled himself away, he took you with him, big blue eyes never leaving your face. Your hand laced with his and you led him toward the spiral staircase, careful to keep a steady pace. You stole glances back at him to see how he’d caught his lip between his teeth like he was doing everything he could to not throw you down on these steps or pin you against the wall. Part of you wanted him to.

By the time you reached the last step, it all started to blur again in your shared frenzy.

Jason was pressed against your back, hand immediately crossing your stomach, leaving a trail of heat behind, and descending until he found the spot he was looking for. The one that made your breath hitch as he rubbed it through your shorts, careful even despite his want growing. His breath was on your ear and his other hand gripped your breast. Your head lolled back against his bare chest, stumbling as you tried to make forward progress.

It was all intermittent foreplay as you crossed the manor.

A dance of courtship you both hadn’t done since you were allowed to call the manor home. An insufferable pair, sneaking make-out sessions and quickies between what should have been training. All fueled by loathing for much longer than you both should have let it go on. Everyone saw through the act, especially, Dick, but neither of you would give him the satisfaction that he’d been right.

Vases shattered when either of your bodies collided with a table, which Jason would easily lift you over before resuming your journey.

Fabric tore as he pulled it from your body, adding it to the trail of clothes you’d both left behind.

Paintings tumbled to the floor every time one of you would collide with its respective wall, your bare back or breasts pressed into the canvas before you swapped.

It was a flurry of hot breaths, teeth on skin, hands buried deep in places that yearned for it, and moans that echoed through Wayne Manor for the ghosts in the walls to be jealous of.

Your bird was home.

By the time Jason’s body collided with the bed you had shared for years, the one you had awoken in earlier in the night, you were both naked. The moonlight that peaked through the curtains provided light in the room, but neither of you needed it. Despite Jason’s eagerness, he slowed his pace when you did, careful to not inflict more injury upon him than you’d like.

Your hands roamed his skin, fingers gentle as they passed over old wounds you were familiar with and new ones that you’d question him about later. Jason’s hand found yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss and nibble at while he adjusted himself on the bed. Once he’d settled with his back against the frame, he pulled you easily onto his lap. You straddled him but neither of you made a move right away, breathy silence overtaking you both as you found each other’s eyes in the darkness.

You took a long, steadying breath, and allowed your forehead to touch his. There’s a small, sharp intake of breath, likely from his injury, but he made no attempt to move you. His hands were firmly placed on your hands, thumbs buried in the crease of your thighs as though you’d float away if he weren’t careful.

Jason’s nose nudged yours briefly, timid almost, and you responded in kind. His lips found yours so softly that it made you inhale, breathing him in deeply and letting your love for him travel through your body, rejuvenating you. Like plants bursting through concrete to be bathed in sunlight. That was your shared love.

It was the slightest movement, your closeness lost to you both until you felt him inside of you. A long, drawn-out moan left you both, Jason’s face buried in your neck and yours in his hair. He still smelled of sweat and copper and dirt, all things you were used to, all things that made no difference in this moment of time.

You took control of the momentum, hips lifting and swirling at a pace that was good for you both. It was overwhelming in all of the best ways. Every piece of you was on fire. Jason’s mouth placed kisses in all the places he could reach, sweet sounds tumbling from his mouth like petals every time you rocked your hips in just the right way. His teeth latched onto your nipple, a delicate balance of sensual and hungry as he pulled at the skin.

At some point, he’d snuck his hand between the two of you to touch you more, to pull more sounds and pleasure from you. Something he’d always been fond of doing. Anything to hear you call his name or gasp so loud others might hear. It didn’t matter to you. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to if it meant being close to him, knowing that he was the only one that made you feel like this.

Despite his slow movements, it didn’t take long for you to dig your nails into his back and tangle in his hair, tightening around him so much that he couldn’t take it anymore. A grunt of pain left him as he shifted, rushing to put you on your back, and pushed himself as deep as he could. You arched into him while he pulled his hips back and pushed them forward with a force that shook the bed. They weren’t fast strokes but they got him to the exact moment he’d been wanting. Desperately so. Likely more than you would ever truly know.

His entire body tensed, muscles noticeably tightening, and he released inside of you.

Neither of you cared. It was a caution you both threw to the wind years ago because of your resurrections. Likely improbable, from what you had been told. It had been years since that conversation with Alfred. Years since you’d shed those tears and heard Jason’s frustration. So, out of spite, you’d both agreed that this was acceptable. It was still acceptable, even after all the time he’d spent away from you.

The comedown was quiet. Never separating. Jason’s body lay just off to the side of you to not crush you, his breaths steady through his nose. You stroked his hair, coming back down to Earth with every second that passed.

“I missed you so fucking much, Bee,” he muttered, voice and tone so soft that it sent you back to late-night conversations and confessions that had passed. The bitter part of you wanted to be snarky, to respond with sass, but the better half of you could see something had happened that had even shook him to his core. There was still so much you wanted to say. To ask. But you couldn’t do it. Not right now.

“Me too… More than you know,” you whispered back, hand gently caressing his stubble-covered cheek.

Jason shifted, gently removing himself from you so he could start to sit up. He paused for a moment to look down at you. It seemed like he wanted to say more, but to both of your surprise, he was interrupted by someone else.

“So,” a vaguely familiar voice said, your attention snapping to the door frame as you pulled the comforter over your naked body. “She’s still alive in your universe… Good for you.”

The bitter words of a young Jason Todd carried itself to your ears. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, donning a variation of the Robin suit, expression unamused.

Your gaze shifted to the Jason you knew, your Jason, who was sitting at the edge of the bed now. Annoyance was set in his features, unsurprised, as he gazed upon his younger self. That was until he turned to look at you. He held up his hand as a white flag. A plea in response to the anger and confusion he saw beginning to set in your brow.

“I can explain,” he said.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Look How She Lights Up The Sky

Jason Todd x plus size reader

This is purely self-indulgent and a look into my dreams

Warnings: brief nudity, FLUFF

WC: 623

A/N: Song is Ma Belle Evangeline by Jim Cummings

Minors DNI

The night was silent save for the distant crashing of waves along the shore. It was nearing three in the morning but neither of them cared, too wrapped up in finally being alone and happy. The smile on Jason’s face was brighter than the full moon that shone over them, lighting up their naked skin.

Y/N sighed happily against his scarred chest, her palm resting over his heart, feeling the slow beat that was just for her. They had no need for words, they never did. Jason kissed the top of her head gently.

He slid from her grasp, offering his hand to her as he stood. She knew what he wanted and happily obliged, letting him pull her to her feet, steadying her as she stumbled slightly. He wrapped a muscular arm around her thick waist before handing her his discarded shirt and pulling on a pair of boxers.

They left the bedroom hand in hand, silently walking through the beach house Bruce had lent him for their anniversary vacation. The sea breeze made the curtains flutter as they passed by on their way out to the massive patio. Small lanterns lit the path down to the shore but the moon was so bright they almost didn’t need them.

She could feel nervous energy radiating from her partner but was quickly distracted when music began to play from speakers hidden in the underbrush on the edge of the property.

Look how she lights up the sky Ma Belle Evangeline So far above me yet I Know her heart belongs to only me

His deep voice hummed the lyrics softly as he pulled her into a warm embrace. Her own arms wound around his broad shoulders. They gently swayed to the music, lost in each other’s eyes. Her heart melted as he held her closer, his large palms laying flat against the small of her back to keep her from pulling away from him. As if she ever would. He was her everything, her sun and moon, the reason she got up every day. His love kept her going through all her troubles, motivating her to be a better person for him.

Je t'adore, Je t'aime Evangeline You're my queen of the night So stillSo bright That someone as beautiful as she Could love someone like me Love always finds a way it's true! And I love you, Evangeline

The sound of the trumpet couldn’t overpower the bubble of love the couple were in. Jason’s pulse loudly beat in his ears as he gazed down at the woman he knew was his soulmate. His person. She had been by his side through so much, her love and devotion never wavering, not even for a second. He would do it all over again, go through all that pain and anguish ten times over because he knew that she would be waiting for him on the other side, just as she always did, as she always would.

Love is beautiful Love is wonderful! Love is everything, do you agree? Mais oui! Look how she lights up the sky I love you, Evangeline

As the music faded out and the silence overtakes them once more, Jason stepped away to kneel before her, his large hands enveloping her own. The words were at the tip of his tongue but he found it hard to speak. Y/N could feel his struggle and cupped his cheeks, keeping his blue eyes pointed up at her. Suddenly, there were no doubts in his mind. This was it, this is what he was destined for, his reward for going through hell for all those years. His words were strong and sure as they finally escaped his lips.

“Marry me.”

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jaozendry · 1 year

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Jason Todd x GN!Reader: Memories

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Warnings: death, weapons, fighting, grief

Summary: Happy memories of Jason flood your mind after his death by the hands of the Joker.

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The two of you met in a dark alleyway while he was on patrol. You admired the way he was handling the nearby criminals. They've always been rampaging in Gotham. Ever since you became a vigilante, you've encountered them almost every night. You've lost count at the number of times you had to stab one of them and then immediately punch another in the nose, but this time, it's different. There Jason was, taunting his opponents mid-battle and showing little to no restraint. He became your inspiration at that very moment. You were completely lost in the way he fights that a thug almost snuck behind him for a fatal blow. Thankfully, you came back to your senses in time and threw a knife directly at his back before he could strike Jason. He notices the guy falling on his stomach and decides to use the weapon in his back to defeat the remaining thugs in his path. After the scuffle, Jason looks around to see where the knife came from before you reveal yourself.

It was love at first sight for both of you, even before Jason made himself comfortable and decided to throw out corny pick-up lines. You went along with his game before asking if you could have the knife he was holding back. He decided to keep it for the sole reason to annoy you, but deep down, he wanted to see you again.

You thankfully did meet again. That night was one of the few peaceful nights in Gotham, perfect for your first date. It was unexpected, but you still welcomed it. You recognized him sitting on a roof, waiting for some trouble to appear so he can fly down and beat up some criminals again. It was a form of therapy for him. You greeted him and sat next to him. He smiled at you and continued with his cheesy pick-up lines before you handed him a fast-food bag you picked up a few minutes before seeing him. The two of you ate like it was your last day on Earth while sharing your life stories with each other. He even gave you one of his Batarangs so he can keep your knife. That night, he asked you if you wanted to join the Titans. You accepted without hesitation, since you had nowhere else to go and you wanted to see Jason more.

You remember that day like it was yesterday, the day you first kissed. You arrived at Titans Tower in a bit of a hurry with Jason accompanying you. Much to your surprise, there wasn't a room left for you, so Jason proposed you become roomates for a little while.

That same day, you trained for the first time together. That time, he got a lucky hit and knocked you down, not letting you get up. You struggled to move your arms as he was holding them while he was smiling in victory. You decide to play the same game, in which a few seconds of uncomfortable, but intense staring occurs. You felt his breath against yours, and then suddenly, his lips against yours. You didn't back away from him, on the contrary. You engaged back while still being pinned down. You started dated in secret after that.

There's a ton of memories that are going through your head right now, like that time you were injured after a mission and Jason had to carry you 'damsel in distress' style. While Kory was healing your wound, you noticed Jason anxiously watching over. He was so cute when he was stressed. It was the first time Jason was out of that 'confident' type of character. At that moment, you saw the real Jason.

You break down in tears, thinking about all the times when he was here by your side. The man completely changed your life, and he was taken away from you, by the Joker. You sit on his bed, thinking of him, hugging his pillow, anything to remember him.

You swear to yourself that the Joker will pay.

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Imagine if the GIW started gunning for Jason without the Batfam ever meeting Phantom. Like, Bruce has to figure out on his own that the guys in white suits with Lazarus guns are 1. a legitimate government agency, and 2. are perfectly within their rights to hunt Jason like an animal, because 3. there's secret government legislation that says that since Jason's body processes ectaplasm, he's classified as non-sapient and has no legal protections.

Bruce calling up Clark like

Bruce: I am currently in the process of breaking into a government facility in order to dismantle their operations.

Clark: Okay? Do you need... help?

Bruce: Yes.

Clark: Sure, I'll be right there.

Bruce: Not that kind of help. Oracle is sending you the files now. I'd like you and Ms. Lane to make these people wish they were never born.

Clark: [speed-reading the documents] Oh yeah, can do. This is truly disgusting. If the public is half as outraged as I am, we'll get this sorted as fast as the courts can manage.

So Clark Kent acts as a whistle-blower, the Justice League publicly condems the Anti-Ecto Acts as inhumane, the GIW is disbanded, and Batman gets pardoned for all of those crimes that he technically did by assaulting federal agents. And after all that gets sorted, some white haired kid pops up in the Watchtower like "haha thanks for that I really didn't want a war between Earth and the Infinite Realms" and the League are like "wait what"

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mostly-imagines · 21 days

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Guard Dog

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist and yours resting on his thighs as you tell him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he��s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

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merletka · 3 months

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pov: you give him a valentine

Hope yall are having a great St Valentine's day! 💖

#dc #jason todd #batfam #red hood #dc comics #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #art

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martiniluvr · 2 months

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I just cannot get over the thought of Jason Todd cooing while you take his massive cock, talking you through the pain of stretching you out on it the first time, and giggling at each other from euphoria because of just how much love there is between you two AHHHH 😭

this ask is so good I had to let it marinate in my mind…anon take these flowers I beg 💐

18+ minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

“jay…” you say apprehensively, trailing off as you bite your lip. your eyes are fixed on jason todd’s huge body hovering above you, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you look down anxiously at his hard cock resting right below your bellybutton and smearing your skin with precum, and instantly avert your gaze. fuck, that’s big.

“I don’t—um…I don’t think it’s…” you trail off, your cheeks burning. despite your nerves, you feel your arousal drooling out of you. he smiles and shakes his head lightly, reaching down to run his fingers over your entrance.

“don’t worry ‘bout that,” he coos, collecting your wetness on his fingertips as you shudder. “look at me, ma.” you tear yourself away from the sight of his length, meeting his stare. “that’s right. just keep lookin’ at me. you’re gonna be fine.”

his hand comes down to pump his cock, spreading your slick onto his shaft as he aligns himself between your legs. after a pause, he sinks the tip in, and you suck in a sharp breath at the stinging in your walls as he penetrates you. he pauses halfway to allow you to adjust to his girth, his brows furrowing at your tightness. shit, you feel good around him. you let out a whine at the unfamiliar feeling of his size, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck…you’re doin’ good, ma,” he says, the muscles between his shoulder blades tensing. “c’mon, princess, just relax for me. worst part’s almost over, hmm? just a little more.” his words are strained with need; he’s holding himself back from fucking you like he wants to, the way a pretty cunt like yours deserves to be used. soon, he tells himself. soon.

“ready?” he asks, his green eyes searching yours. you nod anxiously, and he bottoms out inside you with a groan. you gasp at the flash of pain as he stretches you, right as jason’s hand comes up to caress your cheek. he looks down at your expression, with your eyes screwed shut and your lower lip trapped between your teeth, and lets out a soft laugh. god, you’re pretty.

“hey, eyes on me, ma,” he rasps gently. you pry your eyelids open to meet his gaze, and he smiles at you. “that’s right, baby. fuck—doin’ so good.” he rocks his hips gently, and you let out a quiet moan despite the ache. “so fuckin’ good for me.” he thrusts again, a little deeper this time, and you notice the stinging is starting to subside, pleasure gradually taking its place. you moan again, louder this time.

“startin’ to feel it, huh, baby?” he murmurs, his eyes glancing down at your stretched pussy taking him in. heat pools in your chest as you hum in agreement, a sheepish giggle escaping you when jason’s eyes lock back onto yours. he chuckles in return, before planting a longing kiss on your lips as his hips continue to rock slowly.

you whine into him, wrapping your legs around his waist to signal that you’re ready for more; he smiles against your lips as his arm snakes around your back, locking your body against his. oh, you poor thing. you have no idea what you’re in for.

#jason todd when I get my hands on you…#but also soft!jason world domination #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood #red hood smut #red hood x reader #red hood x you #soft!jason todd #martiniluvr’s asks #dc comics #batman

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He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

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