#gotta love Jason's glow up

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Motivation

(Part 2)

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Time Written- 10:23 p.m.

I wrote this 3 times and gave up. Severely gave up

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“Wakey Wakey, sweetheart.” His lightly exhausted tone nearly roused your eyes open.

A faint click of a bedside lamp invades the silence shortly before Jason shuffles out of bed, displaying a warm glow to your light sensitive vision.

A small groan falls from your mouth, your eyes shutting closed in irritation from the distraction of your comfort. His arms left their sanctuary around your waist, a kiss of warmth remaining along your tummy before he readjusted a soft, thin blanket over your tired body.

Jason was considerate enough to turn off his alarm nearly three minutes before it goes off, saving his special girl a few minutes of precious sleep. As the midsummer sun dies down behind fluffy clouds, golden rays of light reflecting off skyscraper glass into the dead of the night, Gotham’s wild crowds creep out from their crooked caverns to play.

“Hey mama. Sorry to ruin the fun, but I think my arm ran out of blood flow.”

“Do you need it?” Your faint, croaked rumble spews from your barely moving lips.

“I mean, I suppose I’ll need it to fight an’ aim guns at unlucky bastards. Guess that means you gotta lose the pillow.”

Another groan leaves your lips before reluctantly raising your head, setting his arm free from its prison. You spent a minute of quiet suffering before Jason’s fingers cupped your head, guiding you to raise it just enough to slip a fluffy pillow to settle your pretty brain on.

The A/C was on full blast, the blank noise lulling your tired minds to sleep around seven. While it was counterintuitive to be snuggling together in this hot summer heat, you wanted nothing more than to be in his company, comfortable in his safety.

Bare feet shuffling along hard foot floor shifts to heavy rubber soles as Jason gets dressed. Soft cotton and polyester drops to the ground, replaced with tactical fabrics and scrunching leather. A short sonnet of clicks and snaps follow as he adjusts his belt and holsters, getting everything comfortably situated on his person.

“You’re not angry with me, are ya?” He clicks his tongue, fighting off a smile at your lack of response.

“Earth to Goddess.” His calm voice invades your ears as the floor creaks, the dressed vigilante shuffling to his knees beside the bed, settling close to your face.

“Princess.” Jason lightly chimes, brushing your cheek with the back of his pointer finger.

He then proceeds his ever loving assault via planting various kisses along your face, ranging from your cheek up towards your forehead, back down to your nose.

“Babygirl.” He cooes against your sweet smelling hair.

“Do you have to go now?” Came your eventual, irritated whine.

He leans forward, mattress gently creaking as he pressed his lips just under your ear for a quick kiss. “Not yet. You got me for five more minutes.”

Jason settles his head on your collarbone, your nose slightly tickled from locks of soft, dark hair. His eyes are closed, but for once, they’re content with peacefulness. That, and the events that would come within the next month, changing their lives forever.

Jason’s smile widens as your fingers mindlessly trails random shapes along his open palm, your hands always lingering somewhere along his body.

“Y’know I’d give just about anything to get back in bed with you,” his armored chest rumbles with his lowly spoken words. “But, I’m a little big in this get up to be this close to you at the moment. Don’t wanna crush you.”

Those sudden words couldn’t help but make you smile, scoffing just a bit. Ever the doting, overly concerned, slightly overdramatized, loving man he is.

“I don’t know who’s bigger right now,” your exhaustion let you speak in ghostly whispers. “You, or me.”

“Well, you’re the pregnant one,” he says, fighting off a strong, snarky remark with an amused smirk. “So, you definitely take the win with that.”

The look you gave him the second your eyes snapped open made him chuckle, as if he willfully insulted you. The irony of it, considering he was around 6’4 and 250 pounds, a large percent being complete muscle mass while you carried a seven pound baby.

“Kidding, babe. Kidding,” he soothes, trailing a few fingers along your swollen tummy just over the blanket. “Just trying to joke off the nerves. Doesn’t help that it’s my first time…”

“It better be your first time,” you mutter under your breath.

“Yeah yeah, It is. Don’t worry.” Jason’s voice is soft, his cheeks turning a light shade of red at that, and he can’t help but smile as the two of them laugh quietly at her joke.

The weight of their child is a constant pressure on your body to create an incredible miracle. It’s certainly something new, he always wants to make sure his little mama is happy and healthy. Mostly happy.

He trails a finger down your stomach, pausing when he feels a faint thud near the round lower edge of his palm. For eight months teetering on the edge of nine, the baby was definitely getting active.

“Think your boy’s getting ready to fight those unlucky bastards with you.” You lightly chide with a small grin.

“Language, mama,” Jason retorts, flicking some wisps of hair away from your head. “Don’t want ‘em to hear those foul words. An’ I’m not in the market for sidekicks.”

You frown again, scoffing at his hypocrisy.

The surrealism was intense, affecting him from the center of his brain towards the tips of his hands and toes.

Your boy, his boy. His son.

“You two keep the bed warm for me.” Jason murmurs before pressing a few goodbye kisses along your cheek. “I’ll come back with breakfast when you wake up, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, consciousness struggling to remain afloat. It’s a silly mental image; the reaction of the owners of an early bird, go-to diner frantically scrambling out of shock and awe when Red Hood himself enters their establishment.

He stands from the floor, lovingly glancing down at his beautiful, pregnant woman cradled in bed, nestled with his pillow, perfectly content.

“Be safe,” you whisper to him, watching him reach towards the lamp to shut it off. The warmth of the vanished lap changing his eyes from a strong emerald green back towards a crisp, steel-cut teal.

“I love you.”

Your voice always sweetened the deal, a perfect lullaby once it was his turn to sleep.

The perfect motivation for him to look forward to every morning.

“Love you too, mama.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #dc Jason Todd #jason todd dc #jason todd x female!reader

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Meet me in the afterglow

Jamie Tartt x f!reader

Words: 2,7k

Warnings: language, a bit of angst (with a happy ending this time)

A/n: part 2 for Tell me that I’m all you want 🫢

Jamie has never been more excited for the pre-season. The weather in London is delightful today, the sun is shining and the temperature is at that perfect level of warmth where it doesn’t feel too hot. He’s back at Nelson Road Stadium, right where he belongs. No funny business this year. Jamie’s smiling cheerfully as he’s walking down the very familiar corridors, holding a cup holder with two cups of coffee in his hand. He strides into your office, and you smile brightly at him, putting your work aside and giving Jamie your full attention. You happily slip back into your routine.

Jamie had barely seen you during the off-season. If you weren’t working, you were somewhere away with Jason. You’d been to, like, four different countries in five weeks, living your best life. Vacation definitely suits you – you look so radiant and well-rested. Your hair is wavier than usual, your skin is glowing, and your posture is relaxed. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?

“I’ve missed this,” you say after fifteen minutes of chatter and giggles, and Jamie grins at you. “Almost as much as I missed this,” you add, smugly bringing the coffee cup to your lips. Jamie rolls his eyes but laughs nevertheless. God, he missed this too.

The blissful happiness doesn’t last long. Jamie doesn’t care much about what people say on the Internet, even if it’s everyone predicting that Richmond will get relegated again because it’s just poop-eh, yeah?

But then there’s something else.

“Did you know that Roy and Keeley broke up?” Jamie all but burst into your office.

You mimic zipping your mouth and throwing away the key.

“Oh, come on!” Jamie flops on the chair in front of you and sighs dramatically.

You shrug, unaffected. “How’s Roy doing?”

“Well, I promised not to say anything either!” Jamie crosses his arms determinedly.

Jamie doesn’t know whether it’s a lawyer thing or just a you thing, but he’s pretty sure that one stern look from you can make him spill all of his deepest secrets. So, predictably, you just raise one eyebrow, and it’s enough convincing for him to start talking.

After a short conversation, you agree that it’s a sad turn of events because Roy and Keeley were really good together.

“You and Jason are good?” Jamie asks because it feels fitting. He’s somewhat made peace with the fact that you’re in love with someone else. As long as you’re happy.

“Yeah, we’re good,” you smile.

It only gets worse from there.

Jamie is in your office the first thing after he hears that Zava might be joining the team because if someone knew anything about signing a new player, that would be you. You say that it’s just something that Rebecca wants, but it is very unlikely to happen. That is, until it does.

“Who the fuck signs a contract with ‘you’re welcome’?!”

Usually Jamie doesn’t like it when you’re mad, but nothing is more comforting for him than knowing that he has your support in his disliking for Zava. He becomes almost a permanent resident at your office. Every day, it’s “Zava this” and “Zava that”. Reminds you of the time when Roy first rejoined Richmond as a coach and refused to coach Jamie…

On the upside, Richmond is on a four-week winning streak. Like Zava or not, you’ve gotta admit that he is a hella good player. Before you can even finish that sentence out loud, the look on Jamie’s face is one of full-on betrayal. You roll your eyes, the fragile male ego.

“At least I'm still your favorite player,” Jamie declares self-assuredly.

“I'm sorry, at what point did I ever say that you are my favorite player?” you sneer at him, crossing your arms.

“It’s implied!”

“Aah,” you nod in faux agreement.

“So who is it then? It can’t be Zava.” Jamie will jump off a cliff.

“Lewandowski.”

Jamie shrugs, “Fair enough, he’s fucking great. I can be second after him.”

“See, that’s funny, because I don’t remember saying that you’re my second favorite either,” you say with an amused smile on your face.

“Oh, fuck off!”

Things haven’t been going really well for Richmond ever since that match against West Ham, they haven’t won a match for four weeks now. Needless to say, it was a little bit depressing. There is something else bothering Jamie, though. You’ve been acting weird lately, distant. You weren’t at the match last week, you told Jamie you couldn't hang out twice in one week, and when the third time you finally agreed, it seemed like your mind was somewhere else the whole evening. He gets that you want to spend time with your boyfriend, but Jamie wants some scraps of your time too! It takes you hours to reply to his texts, and even when he comes to your office during the day, it feels like even having a simple conversation with Jamie costs you effort. You just seem tired in general.

Jamie has been quietly sitting in your office for five minutes, waiting for you to finish whatever it is you are so busy doing. Not knowing what to do, he takes your coffee cup and takes a sip.

He grimaces in disgust. “What is this?!”

“Triple espresso,” you answer without looking away from your laptop.

No milk, no syrups, no joy, nothing.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Then don’t drink it,” you snatch the cup back.

“Not getting enough sleep?” Jamie smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

The look on your face just screams that you don’t find it funny one bit and can’t wait to be done with this conversation.

Jamie’s shoulders slump, “Are you mad at me?”

“For what, hurting my coffee’s feelings?”

“I don’t know! But you’ve been acting weird! You always say you’re busy, you don’t reply to my texts, you don’t make fun of my outfit choices, and I wore a jacket with shorts yesterday.”

“The fact that you know that it’s something I would make fun of you for means that my job here is done.”

“It was raining for the whole day two days in a row, and you didn’t even complain!”

“It’s London, it’s always raining.”

“And you always complain!” He’s got a point there.

Jamie looks genuinely worried, and you didn't mean to upset him at all. You sigh weary. “It’s not you. It’s just– I needed some me-time.” Jamie keeps looking at you, waiting for you to continue. “Jason and I broke up.”

Well, that was unexpected. Jamie doesn’t really know what to say. His previous attempt at post-breakup comforting wasn’t exactly successful.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” you say apathetically. “Sometimes people are just not right for each other.”

“I thought you guys were great.”

“Yeah, me too,” there’s a very bittersweet tone to your voice.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jamie gets the hint. There’s only one thing that he wants to know anyway. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” That doesn’t sound very convincing even for yourself, and judging by Jamie’s skeptical look, it doesn’t for him either. “I will be,” you rectify, feeling a lot more sincere now.

His own selfish feelings aside, Jamie never really wished for you and Jason to break up (well, maybe except for the first, like, two weeks), and with you clearly being upset about it, Jamie doesn’t have it in him to feel pleased or hopeful about the fact. What you need right now is a friend, and that’s exactly what he’s going to be.

It’s fascinating how healing a good girls night can be because a week and two hours of screaming Taylor Swift songs later, you were terribly hungover but feeling like a whole new person. Luckily for you, your boss was one of the said girls, so after lunch, the two of you decided that there was no work that required your immediate attention and was worth all that suffering and, with a clear conscience, went home.

The loss against Man City was pretty bad. Especially considering that Zava left the team. And the sport in general… Jamie wasn’t so upset about this, but you weren’t particularly excited about all the paperwork that it left you with. Richmond hadn’t won a match in nine weeks, which was pretty discouraging too. You even invited Jamie for dinner after another lost match to cheer him up a little bit.

Then finally, a miracle happened, and Ted “came up” with some “total football” thing, which, once they had figured it out, seemed to work really well for the team. After they won a match again for the first time, Jamie invited you for a celebratory dinner, on which he cheated because he ordered takeout instead of cooking. You didn’t really mind, though, because Jamie’s cooking abilities are limited to a short list of dishes that he can make himself and a bit longer list of dishes that he can make if you tell him what to do, and you didn't feel like playing Nigella.

Richmond is on a winning streak, and the team’s spirit is exceptionally high. Jamie has been on his best game too, which he can admit that he has Roy to thank for, because he is mature like that now. Life has been really good lately.

The practice is over, and Jamie’s on his way to go and pester you when he bumps into Keeley in the hallway.

“Jamie!” She doesn’t appear to be as surprised to see him. “Walk with me.” She wraps her arm around his and starts leading him down the hall.

“You know that (Y/n) helps me out with the legal stuff in the firm, right?”

“Yeah.” Jamie’s not sure where this is going.

“So yesterday I asked her to come to this meeting with me ‘cause we were signing with that one guy. And he had his lawyer with him too, and he was, like, really hot. The lawyer, not the guy. And he was totally into (Y/n) too. I didn’t even know you could make legal terms sound so sexy…”

Keeley glances at Jamie, who resembles a kicked puppy at the moment. “I’m telling you all of this because you better put your big boy pants on and ask her out before somebody else does. Again.”

Jamie doesn’t even feel like asking how and how long she’s known, he just nods at her, and she gives him that sweet smile of hers and leaves.

It’s been almost three months since you and Jason broke up. Jamie’s been more than happy to be the one you spend your free time with again, and he’s been content with how things are between you enough to not want to risk it. He hasn’t seen you being really interested in someone anyway, but he’s seen people being interested in you. Evidently, it was just a matter of time before someone caught your attention too.

Jamie goes directly to your office, and the first thing that he notices is a big bouquet of flowers on your desk. Jason stopped renewing them a few weeks after your breakup, so it’s gotta be from someone else.

“Nice flowers,” Jamie announces his presence in the room. “Who are they from?”

“Just some guy I met at Keeley's meeting yesterday,” you say noncommittally.

So it is him. “Why is he sending you flowers?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure, but my guess is that he wants to ask me out.” You look pleased.

It’s now or never. “Don't go out with him,” he blurts.

You frown. “What?”

“Don’t go out with him,” he repeats with more conviction this time. “Go out with me.”

You contemplate him for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Jamie hadn’t really thought it through.

“Just let it go, Jamie,” you say insistently.

“The fuck I will!” There’s no going back now. “I want this. You.” That comes out a bit desperate.

“Right,” you scoff.

Now it’s Jamie’s turn to frown, “What?”

“For fuck’s sake, Jamie!” Even with your patience, there's a limit. “You only wanted me ‘cause you couldn’t fucking have me, which is somehow even worse than if you never wanted me at all.” You glower at him. “And now again. I’m not some fucking trophy for you to want just because someone else does!”

Jamie is completely stunned, just sitting there with his mouth open, not being able to come up with a single sensible thing to say.

Your attention turns to Higgins peeking through the door frame, “(Y/n), I need your help with something.” You have never been more grateful to see him.

“I’ll be right with you,” you nod at him, smiling. He reads the room and decides not to wait on you here.

When Higgins disappears from your view, you turn back to Jamie, “We have a good thing here. Let’s not ruin it.” With that, you get up and walk away.

You haven’t seen Jamie since your little talk yesterday. This is probably for the better because you needed some space after everything. You’re done with your work for the day, but instead of going home, you’re sitting in one of the thousands of seats at the empty stadium, staring at nothing in particular and a lot going on in your mind. The sunset is absolutely stunning today. The sky is colored with all kinds of shades of red, orange, and pink, illuminated beautifully by the afterglow of the sun.

You see in your peripheral vision that someone is walking towards you, and the clashing colors of the clothes that someone is wearing are enough for you to know exactly who this is.

Jamie takes the seat next to you. You just sit there in silence for a minute before he finally speaks up.

“You were wrong, you know,” he starts softly. “I’ve always wanted you. It’s only when I couldn’t have you that I realized it. I’m sorry I was an idiot. Shouldn’t have taken me so long.”

You keep staring forward, so he continues.

“You are not a trophy, but you are my best friend. It means more to me than you know, and I didn’t wanna risk losing it. But then Keeley told me about that guy, and I thought I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something.”

You finally turn to look at him. Jamie’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, which makes it’s impossible to be mad at him. You give him a small smile. “You wouldn’t lose me.” He smiles too.

It gives Jamie the courage that he’s been looking for, and he gently takes your hand in both of his. “Give me a chance. Just one date. And if you hate it, I swear I’ll never bring this up ever again.”

You study him for a moment, and his eyes look so hopeful. “Alright, Jamie Tartt,” you smile at him. “Make it worth my while.”

Winning the last match of the season, Richmond finishes the season in second place. Not bad for a Premier League comeback. Today’s celebration is Ted’s last day with the team. He sure as hell will be missed, but today is not about sad farewells – it’s about appreciating the people around you and everything that awaits you in the future.

Ola’s is filled with music, laughter, and joy. Jamie looks around the room: Dani is having a drinking contest with Beard, Richard and Jan Mass are having a passionate debate about something, Ted is spinning Rebecca in the rhythm of Never Gonna Give You Up, surrounded by Keeley and the rest of the players cheering and dancing next to them. Like one big and very happy family.

Jamie is pulled out of his thoughts by the movement in front of him and the sound of glasses being put on the wooden table. Then you pull him up by his arm and start dragging him with you towards the dancing crowd with a carefree smile. Jamie eagerly takes your hand in his and lifts it above you, making you twirl. You laugh and give him a quick kiss on the lips. Life has never been better.

A/N: did i sneak in the name of the songs in the most literal corniest way? yes, and what about it.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso fic

[killxz]

Lost and Found

Pairing: Young Justice!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

a/n: i've loved young justice since I was like 8 and i recently rewatched it again and i was disappointed that they didn't let dick or tim realise that jason was right there. so if i can't have it, imma make it. also, i've been writing on the web version of tumblr and i always make the text on my post small and i just realised that the small font on the app is miniscule 🤏🏻. so sorry to anyone who i may have given myopia to. TUMBLR STOP EATING MY DRAFTS! also don't forget to like or comment in your enjoyed! this takes place in season 3 episode 6 'Rescue Op'.

Conner broke down the door.

"This is why you don't go in unprepared." Dick mutters as you and the others rush into the prison cell. "Now, hold still." Brion and Forager grunts as Dick pulled out the control devices on the back of their necks.

"There you go, girl." Conner pats Sphere after he tore down the chains holding her in place. "You gotta figure the Shadows are on their way," You peered out of the door down the hall.

"Then let's go!" Dick orders, urging everyone out of the cell and down the dark hallway. You and the others ran down the winding paths in the dark, relying on Oracle's directions to escape the base. When Conner kicks down the final door, you see the so-called 'Sensei' some bald guy with Apokoliptian tech and a red-hooded ninja.

The group glared tensely at the trio, preparing for battle. Dick, ever the meditator, steps forward. "We just wanna leave," he says, hands up in a placating manner.

"Your trespass must be punished," Sensei declares, waving his glowing blue sword menacingly. You almost laughed. "Wrong answer." Conner growls as everyone kept into action. You faced off with the red-hooded ninja, blocking his katana slashes with your own. Somehow, this felt...familiar? It was like you fought with this person before. It almost felt like...

It's impossible, you told yourself firmly. He was dead. You just hadn't gotten over it yet. You got your head back in the game and started lashing out at the ninja with your own moves. With a clever strike, the ninja's katana clatter to the ground a few feet away. "Ha!" You exclaimed triumphantly. A bit too soon, perhaps. The ninja lunged towards you striking your blade out of your hand. You winced. "I guess we're doing this the old school way, then," you got into a defensive position. The ninja jumps towards you, aiming a punch which you blocked with your forearm, ignoring the sting that ran down your arm.

He then did something that made your blood run cold. He did a roundhouse kick , followed by a punch. Your mind was whirling. Bruce thought us that move...

Taking advantage of your distraction, he lunges towards you pinning you onto the ground under him. You yelp as your back hit the hard ground. Instinctively, you wrap your leg around his waist and rolled over, causing you to be onto of him. The ninja's hood and fallen off in your little tussle, showing a familiar head of messy black hair. You eyes widened.

It can't be... He's dead. Jason's dead.

"Jason?" You wavering voice whispered. The ninja flinched, his movements coming to an abrupt stop. With shaky hands, you reached for the mask covering his eyes, lifting it slowly. Beneath it, you see sickeningly familiar teal eyes. "Jason? B-but how? You're dead..."

"Enough." Ra's Al Ghul's voice echoed in the garden, causing all the fights happening to stop. Jason snatched the mask from your hand and put it back on, hooking his legs around yours and flipped you over, causing you to crash against the ground. Jason got off you and went to stand by his apparent master's side, leaving you shell-shocked on the ground, trying to process what had just happened. Dick rushed to your side. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked worriedly.

You could only shake your head wordlessly, your mind still too shocked to come up with coherent words.

"Well, young man, are you proud of this little debacle?" Ra's Al Ghul smirked. "I believe the detective will be quite disappointed." He glanced at Dick. Dick growled in response. "I assume you came to recover these children?" Ra's continued. "Take them and go."

"Not without my sister, Tara Markov!" Brion bellows. You smack a hand to your head. Seriously, this man has more anger issues than Conner when you, Dick, Wally and Kaldur first rescued him from Cadmus. "We know the League of Shadows has her!" He continues.

You zoned out for the rest of the conversation, your eyes locking onto somehow-resurrected Jason's form. As if he could feel your gaze on him, his head turned to your direction before turning away again.

As Ra's Al Ghul and the others engaged in a tense discussion about Tara Markov, your mind couldn't escape the overwhelming shock of seeing Jason once again. He was supposed to be dead, lost to the relentless grip of the Joker, and yet here he stood, seemingly loyal to the League of Shadows. The flood of emotions and memories rushed over you like a tidal wave.

Flashbacks of your time with Jason during his Robin days, his cheeky smile, his reckless enthusiasm, the secret, sweet moments you both shared, and the unwavering loyalty he showed to his comrades filled your mind. The pain of losing him all over again was too much to bear.

As the conversation with Ra's Al Ghul continued, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of hopelessness. You had come to rescue Brion and the others, but now your heart ached for something else entirely. The prospect of reconciling with Jason, the possibility of bringing him back to your side again, seemed like an unattainable dream.

"Get out." the annoyed voice of Ra's snapped you out of your thoughts. As the others group together to get their bearings before they leave, you made your way to Jason, tugging on his arm to face you. "Jason..." Your voice was quiet, broken.

"Ah, it seems like you have found out who he is," Ra's chuckled. Anger rose within you as you whipped towards him. "What did you do to Jason?!"

He chuckled again, unbothered by your outburst. "Nothing, in fact, I have done you and your little Bat family a favor."

"By brainwashing him?!"

"He's not brainwashed, he's just...learning right from the beginning." Ra's shrugged.

You scoffed. "And that's supposed to be better?!" You stepped forward angrily, ready to bash in his skull. Jason grabbed your arm and shook his head silently. He tugged you away from the crowd and came to a stop behind the trees out of everyone's sight.

He took off his eye and face mask, leaving his face bare for you to see. He whispered your name, something that you have not heard in a long time, something that you used to desperately wish you would hear again. "Look," He begins. "I'm fine, okay? I'm perfectly fine-" You tug him into a fierce hug, squeezing tightly.

"You're not okay," You sniffle. "I missd you, so much..." Jason hesitantly wrapped his hands around your considerably shorter frame, squeezing lightly. "I-I missed you too," He mumbled, burying his face in your hair and pressing a kiss on the crown of your head.

You pull away, looking up at him. "Do...you think that things can go back to they once were?" You asked quietly. "There was something I didn't get to tell you, before...you died. I-"

Jason cuts you off by grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss. It was a tentative, cautious one, his lips as light as butterfly wings. He was waiting for you to take the initiative. You pressd your lips against his, hand snaking up to grab at the hai at the base of his neck, cuasing him to groan softly. His hands snake around your waist as he tugged you closer to him, your bodies flushed against each other,

In that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, and the only thing that mattered was the connection you had with Jason. It was a connection that had never truly broken, no matter how much time had passed.

As the tension built between you, Jason's lips met yours in a hesitant, tender kiss. It was a kiss that held a confession of emotions too strong to be expressed in words – love, regret, longing, and the hope for a second chance.

When the kiss finally broke, you both pulled away, but your eyes remained locked onto each other's. It was a silent acknowledgment of what had just transpired – a rekindling of a connection that had been lost in the chaos of life as a vigiante.

Jason's voice was soft as he spoke, "I never thought I'd see you again."

You smiled, tears glistening in your eyes, and replied, "I never thought I'd see you again either, but I'm glad I did."

The moment was broken by Dick calling out your name. "Where are you? We gotta go!" You looked back at Jason, placing a hand on his cheek. "I'll come back for you," You whispered. "I promise."

Jason gives you a slight nod. "I'll be waiting. I...love you."

You kiss his cheek, stepping back. "I love you too, so much." You push the branchs of the tree aside, half stepping out into the light. "'I'll see you soon."

a/n: part 2? ;)

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #killxz #batboys #batman #fanfic #jason todd angst #jason todd #ao3 fanfic #young justice

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A promise is a promise

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

Fryer = Tucker

Dann-O = Danny

Other private chat nicknames:

Kangaroo = Jason

PolarBear = Danny

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Danny has been searching online for a while now for the perfect place to take Red Hood to, for the second part of their date. He already has in mind what he wants to do, he just hopes Red Hood will like his plan.

He’ll need to make sure to get the needed materials either today or tomorrow.

Midway through his planning, his phone buzzes with a message. Danny picks his phone up, checking who sent it. He raises an eyebrow at seeing a message from Tucker in their private chat.

He opens his phone to read the text, putting his date-planning on hold for now.

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Private chat

Fryer: so wheres my tim drake-wayne autograph danny? when am i gonna get it huh?

Dann-O: wait what? 😦

Dann-O: I still need to get it for you?? 😥😥

Dann-O: but you didn’t even end up wiping the cams ☹️

Dann-O: they were already wiped!!

Fryer: ye but I still wouldve wiped them if they werent already its all abt the intent danny

Fryer: u promised me the autograph now u gotta follow thru with it u cant just go back on ur word >:(

Dann-O: fine I’ll try and get it for you

Dann-O: I did promise 😓

Dann-O: but be prepared that it might take a while 😬😬

Fryer: great! thnx my dude knew u would come thru for me ur the best love ya danman 😘

Dann-O: yeah yeah I know 🙄😒

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With a small sigh, Danny closes the chat between him and Tucker. He’s unsure how to go about getting that autograph.

He can’t just stalk the guy and nag him into giving the autograph, then he’d probably end up with a restraining order instead.

He could try looking online for one, but those will probably be very expensive. Though, he might be able to trick the guy into signing something? Or perhaps steal one when he’s at the manor this Saturday anyway?

However… Perhaps he can get some help with this… Danny considers.

He looks back at his phone and opens another chat.

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Private chat

PolarBear: hey, so uh, random question ☝️

PolarBear: you wouldn’t happen to have a Tim Drake-Wayne autograph 🤔

PolarBear: or maybe know a way of getting one

PolarBear: would you?? 😅😅

Kangaroo: Why do you want one?

PolarBear: it’s not for me

PolarBear: but I kinda promised my friend I’d get one for him 😅😓

Kangaroo: Ah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.

PolarBear: really? 😲

PolarBear: thanks!! 🥰💕

PolarBear: but it’s fine if you can’t

PolarBear: like don’t feel obligated to help or something

PolarBear: if need be I’ll probably just trick him into signing something for me 🙃

PolarBear: or I could just sneak in once we’re TPing the place anyway

PolarBear: and just get one of his documents or something 👀👀

Kangaroo: Hell yeah, sign me up. This will be fun :)

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In another realm, a bright toxic green smoke hits an unsuspecting victim, a crazed giggle following behind coming from the origin of the strange smoke.

The victim, instead of fleeing, stops right in their tracks, collapsing into themselves. Not a moment later their laughter joins in with the giggling from before.

The smoke fades away and reveals a man with bright purple hair and glowing red eyes. He’s wearing a green suit with a red vest and a purple dress shirt underneath.

In his breast pocket on the outside of his suit is a glowing red flower with purplish-black leaves that looks like a rosebud of some sort.

His face is stark white with a greenish undertone and his lips are bright red and pulled back into a deranged grin.

This insane clown who's hellbent on dragging the people of Gotham into his madness is a fairly new resident of the Infinite Realms. He’s a specter. A wraith.

A ghost.

The Joker moves closer towards the other ghost. The other ghost keeps laughing, not reacting to the Joker’s approach.

However, once the Joker is within a few meters of them, the ghost starts choking. While the ghost is unable to stop the mix of laughing and coughing, a glowing green liquid starts flowing out of their mouth.

Ectoplasm.

While they’re involuntarily laughing, their eyes are full of distress. The Joker just moves closer, humming a little tune.

Once close enough, the Joker bends down, getting right in the other ghost’s face. Ignoring the other ghost’s attempt at flinching away, the Joker drags a finger across the ghost’s face, wiping up some of the glowing green liquid.

The Joker takes a close look at it, the grin on his face becoming impossibly, inhumanely, wider.

“Oh, this! This is going to be a right laugh!” He exclaims, cackling a little. He straightens back up before continuing.

“It’ll be the show of a lifetime,” He turns around, “Don’t you agree, my friend?”

The person who has been watching the entire display from the sidelines doesn’t respond verbally, their own deranged grin forming on their face, no outside influence needed.

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea @uraniumwizard @why-must-i-be-like-this @griffinthing @i23432i @imsotiredfanficlovertm @jaguarthecat @arkita-shadow @ilydana

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #sorry for the long wait #this is kinda a short chapter #but i just rlly wanted to post something #so i hope you enjoy

[mewnekoice-mecha]

DP x DC

Part 2 of Idol!Danny

Quick summary: Danny is performing in Gotham, the bat boys & girls go see it. Que Simps Damian and Tim

Here’s Danny’s outfit as always

*knock**knock*

“Phantom ,your on in 5 ok”,said the manger for this event, “Please head to the stage, we’re ready”.

“Ok, I’m on my way,” came a light male voice with a soft undertone that didn’t seem human. The male in question was none other then teen idol and meta sensation PHANTOM or in his dimension Danny Fenton, a teen with glowing white hair that constantly shifts like it’s underwater, eyes that glow a bright neon green, small fangs that fill a faerie like face, his entire appearance screams supernatural. That’s not the only reason he’s so popular, but we’ll see why later.

At the moment he was about to do one of his biggest concerts to date in the city of crime itself Gotham City, Home of the Bat and His Birds. Doing one last check to make sure his outfit and makeup was perfect, Phantom left his room and headed to the main area in the arena that he will be singing in, in just a few minutes.

Taking a breath Danny shook himself and grabbed the headset that was handed to him, as the workers fitted around him doing last minute checks before he goes on. Eyes flashing brighter then ever, a smirk came across his face as he felt Lady Gotham’s Knights had decided to join his little concert, now he HAS to make this a performance worth remembering.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, YOU KNOW HIM YOU LOVE HIM, PLEASE WELCOME PHANTOM!!!!”

Time to knock ‘‘em dead Fenton

*Jason’s POV *

‘I can’t believe Cass and Steph, dragged us to a concert for some lame meta twink singer, I could be sleeping or shooting at assholes right now buutt nooo I gotta be here with demon brat, replacement and dickie as well’ I thought as we grabbed our seats. Steph and surprisingly Cass have been raving nonstop about some meta singer that popped up a year ago. Apparently he’s been taking the music scene by storm and he’s already won awards for his music despite his young age, I can’t help but Amit I’m a little curious about him as it’s almost unheard of for a meta to be so open about they’re powers like he is. As soon as I thought that, the announcement to welcome the kid who’s stage name is apparently Phantom came on, guess I’ll see what’s the fuss about ,when QUIETNESS and Darkness greeted me.

*Danny’s POV*

After my announcement came, i floated invisible and intangible to the center stage, then I grabbed on my core and PULLED all the light to me so there was only Darkness, that’s when the music started and I began to SING

🎶Better-Arc North, Rival🎶

I slowly became visible as I sung a bright spot in total darkness

“Like we’re underwater

Can’t hear nothing

You’ve been casting a spell

I’m all yours now

Yeah, you’ve been

Fillin the space upon my mind”

I floated slowly around the stage like I was looking or daydreaming about someone, a dazed/happy expression on my face

“And tell me everything

Both the good and bad

Cause whatever you tell me

I will still like everything that I see

Cause nothing feels better then us

I’m so high can’t get down

No nothing feels better than when I’m with you”

Moving closer to the edge of the stage I could see and hear the dazed, blushing faces of my fans screams and cries of I love you and Phantom filled the air, it was almost time to dazzle my little specters

“My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie

Nothing feels better than you”

As soon as the bass started to drop Releasing my hold on my core, the entire arena became a NEBULA with me as its center, bright blues and purples filled the arena as shooting stars shot behind me

“Nothing feels better than this

No nothing feels better than this”

Looking at the faces of my fans I could spot some shocked faces in the front row, and low and behold it was Lady Gotham’s birds. Creeping closer I leaned close to one of them a male with shocking blue-gray eyes and smelling a bit like coffee I sang my next part

“Let me be your safe place

If the sky would open

I’m making sure that you stay dry

In the greatest of storms

I’ll be your light”

Leaving him slacked jawed with a pretty blush I moved on to the next bird closest to me which happened to be the one with pretty green eyes and gorgeous Arabic tan I’ve ever seen, he was scowling but had a light blush that was unnoticeable to untrained eyes, taking a clawed finger I lightly brushed against his face not quite touching but still noticeable

“And they can’t tell me nothing

That will make a difference

Since I got everything I need in you

I’m invincible I believe”

He was staring wide eyed at me like he couldn’t even believe I was talking er singing to him, moving back to the stage I started using my ecto-ice to make a light mist that cause the nebula around me to sparkle as I air danced

“Cause nothing feels better

Than us

I’m so high I can’t get down

No nothing feels better

Than when I’m with you

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I won’t lie”

Bringing my hands in front of me I slammed them together creating a would be universe around me with a shadowy figure reaching a hand out toward me for me to take, reaching for the hand I grasped it and pulled it towards me as the shadows peeled away from the figure showing a gothic loli teen with a bat choker on and golden eyes

“Nothing feels better than you

Nothing feels better than this

Nothing feels better than this

My future is buried in your eyes

I got so much to say and I wont lie

Nothing feels better than you”

Ending the song on that note I hugged Gotham as a thanks for letting me use her as a stand in.

But as for her knight’s I had no way of knowing just how true my song would become for me and them

@skulld3mort-1fan @kawaiikenna @xye-chan

as always this is an open prompt so if u like the prompt you can borrow it or make a story out of it all I ask is just a mention of where it came from

#dc x dp prompt #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc au #dp x dc #idol!danny #ghost king danny #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny x tim #danny x damian #dead serious #brain dead

[lambsouvlaki]

Waking up*

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: E, nsfw. its all smut, folks.

Word count: 760

Summary: Jason wakes up in the arms of his long-term girlfriend. Sleepy and indulgent shenanigans ensue.

Masterlist

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Jason woke up slowly one Saturday morning. He was groggy but perfectly comfortable. Gentle daylight snuck into the room around his curtains, giving the air a soft golden glow. All but one of the blankets had been kicked off the bed during the night to be colonised by an opportunistic dog on the floor. His body felt free of its lingering aches. 

He patted the mattress next to him until he found an arm, then the rest of his girlfriend. He gently pulled her back to him. She rolled with him and snuggled into his body. She rested her cheek on his bare chest. 

“Morning, beautiful,” he mumbled.

“Mmmm good morning, sweetheart.”

He pressed a kiss into her hair. Maybe she had infected him with her chill morning vibe because he felt like he was floating on a cloud. He wasn’t even feeling the aches of the week’s patrols. 

Slow and lethargic, she wiggled her way further up onto his body. Her legs slid on each side of his hips and his hands settled themselves over soft and warm thighs. She must have kicked off her shorts in the night. Her soft tank top had ridden up her ribs. 

She melted onto his lips like the softest silk. He moaned softly into her mouth before they parted with a sigh. 

“What do you want to do today?” he asked.

She smoothed a hand over the hairs on his nape. “Take me for a ride?”

“Sounds good.” 

“We can visit that place. The one with the… the thing.”

He grinned and squeezed her backside. “Mmmhm. The place with the thing.”

“Yeah. That one.” 

Her eyes fluttered shut and she put her head in the crook of his neck. 

Neither made any move to get up. 

He idly massaged her backside, and she mumbled that it felt nice. He slid his fingers over her panties. 

She pressed a soft kiss to his neck. 

He teased her a little more, then pulled aside the fabric and pressed into soft and warm flesh. 

She hummed a pleased sound into his ear. She kissed her way up his neck, and along his jawline, as he languidly explored her, stretching her open and teasing more and more wetness from her. He gently added a second finger, then a third. His girl already responded so beautifully to his touch. He could get drunk off of the little appreciative sounds she made. 

She pushed the band of his boxers down and wrapped her warm and clever fingers around him. He groaned and let his head fall back. Her lips chased his, and swallowed the groan that followed when she pumped him to hardness. 

When he slid up into her, it felt like the most easy and natural thing in the world. They moaned together, and she snuggled back into the crook of his neck. He lightly held the back of her neck with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, luxuriating in the press of warm skin against his. She rocked her hips, slow and boneless. He rolled his hips up lazily to meet her. 

“Jay,” she sighed. “Baby, please.” 

“Why do I gotta do all the work?” he mumbled, unconvincingly. 

She nibbled on his ear. “Oh yeah, I forgot, you hate fucking me into the mattress.”

He grinned and rolled them over, dragging half the blanket with them. She laughed. 

“Spoiled rotten, is what you are.” 

He pinned her down, still moving languid and slow, but in long deep thrusts, making sure she’d feel every inch.

She sought out his lips and they kissed in sloppy brief meetings as they moved together, breathed together, mumbled sweet nothings to each other. 

“You like that, sweets?”

“Feels so good, Jay,” she moaned. “Love the way you give to me. Making me feel like… like…” 

She choked herself up. 

“Like you’re the most precious woman in the world? The most beautiful, the most wonderful?” 

“Yeah,” she whispered. Her legs trembled around him. 

He leaned his forehead against hers. “The only one I want. The only for me. Mine.”

“I love you so much,” she said, her eyes wet, but grinning widely. Her fingers flexed against his muscles and her breath picked up. 

He groaned as her hot and wet muscles flexed tighter around him. He pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her deeply. She sighed as she reached climax, and he gladly let go and followed her into searing, heart-stopping bliss. She wriggled her arms free, and wound herself around him, as close as they could possibly be.

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #my fanfic #fluff #dc

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Love little sister and Clark, and now I want little sister meeting Jason todd or Bruce calling his sister about Jason and her giving him advise on what he should do with the kid.

"Bruce, not again-"

"He needed help," Bruce said, "Can you-"

"Of course, I can," you assure him. "I've got presents in mind already."

"Aren't you supposed to be responsible now that you've got your own child?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you snort, "Who gives a toddler a drumset?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time-"

"No it didn't," you tell him, "Alfred even told you-"

"Are you going to bring Thomas with you?" he asked.

"And the drumset. That can live at your house."

"That's fair," Bruce said, smiling, looking up when Jason appeared in the doorway. "I gotta go will you-"

"As soon as I can talk to Clark and book a flight."

And when the line went dead, Bruce exhaled slowly. "Who was that?" Jason asked, curious, head tilting to the side. "And who's Thomas?"

"That," Bruce said, picking up a picture off the mantle and holding it out to him, "Was my sister, Y/N, and Thomas is my nephew."

Jason peered at the picture with interest, one of you and Thomas at Christmas. One Clark had taken of the two of you looking out the window at the snow. Colored lights glowing on your cheeks. You're pointing at something and Thomas is beaming. "Cute kid," Jason said, "She's pretty what does she-"

"She's a doctor. A biochemist," Bruce said smiling.

"And you dress up as a bat?"

"She thought someone needed to carry on our father's legacy," Bruce snorted, "And I hated medical school."

"Did she like it?" Jason asked, looking up to see more family pictures. Inspecting them with interest.

"You know," Bruce mused, "I never asked- She's good at it though."

#Clark Kent #Clark kent x reader #sister!reader #ask answered #minors dni

[croutonconfidential]

Lazarus pits are just unformed portals to the ghost zone

ya know how there's the thought that Lazarus pits are rotten ectoplasm?

(i love that theory by the way im not shitting on it i just had a different one)

what if instead of Lazarus pits being just pools of rotten ectoplasm it's actually normal ectoplasm that's clotting together to make a portal to the ghost zone

if you think of ectoplasm like the water cycle then there are trace bits of ectoplasm everywhere but in the case of the pits it's like aquifers and groundwater runoff

even if ectoplasm flows everywhere in trace amounts there's gotta be collection points for ectoplasm to build up

i imagine the process taking a really long time for it to turn into an actual portal to the GZ tho

first its like humid air condensing into fog followed by condensation and it slowly attracts more ectoplasm until it has finally shifted into the liquid form of Lazarus pits and they keep drawing in more ectoplasm until it's a swirling glowing green portal that is sucking in all forms of ectoplasm

it really fits with Lazarus pits being ya know a pit underground and makes the theory of Jason being half halfa cuz instead of going through a portal he went through a half-formed portal

and this is something that makes much more sense to me

#dp x dc #dc x dp #lazarus pit #why yes i do have an interest in the water cycle why do you ask #dcu #jason todd

[empower-bi-women]

Jason doing his best to revive you, his girlfriend, after suffering the same fate he did in the hands of the Joker. He couldn't and didn't accept that you were dead, so he goes back to the Lazarus Pit with Damian out favorite brat and brings you back to life- but give it an angsty ending <3 i fucking love angst even if it kills me. Also i went crazy for the bf jason when you're on your period, it was hilarious!

Come back to me

Main Masterlist

Word count: 815

Warnings: death, a bit of violence, angst, kinda happy ending??? its an ending I'll tell you that

A/N: Y'all I am SO sorry this took so long but I'm officially done school!! so hopefully i can get back into writing i have so many requests to get through. This is kinda rough and short as I'm still getting back into the swing of things but I hope you enjoy :)

Y/N!” his voice echoed across the room. He pulled at the chains with all his strength but it was no use. He stopped making threats long ago, knowing he couldn't reason with the clown but that didn't stop him from pleading with him to leave you alone. 

Your broken body lay on the ground. The only sounds that left your lips now were whimpers of pain when the crowbar came down on you. You had stopped moving now, just laying there. 

The sound of glass breaking halted his movements, from down the hallways there was the sound of gunfire and people crying out in pain. Joker dropped the crowbar on you once more.

“Well that's my cue to leave, see you around boy blunder.” He cackled as he ran out of the building. 

The door burst open but Jason was only focused on your twitching body laying on the ground. 

“Todd?” Damian's voice came out small as he looked upon the scene in front of him, “what happened?” 

“Get over here and untie me, we gotta help her.” 

As soon as he was freed, he ran over to you. You were covered in blood and dirt. He tried his best to wipe it from your face as silent tears streamed down his face. He held your limp body in his arms, shaking you slightly, “come on baby, please open your eyes.” He sniffed, “you gotta open your eyes, come on, I need you to wake up.” 

Your eyes fluttered open to see his tear stained face. “Jay?” your voice was barely above a whisper. 

He smiled down at you, smoothing your hair from your face. “You're gonna be ok, ok? I got demon here he's gonna help out, you don't need to talk.” 

You stopped him. “Jay listen, you gotta remember,” you paused to cough, blood trickling from your lips, “you gotta remember to feed Winnie on time and -” 

He cut you off. “You can't say any of this cause you're still gonna be here to bug me about it, I know it.” 

“Be nice to your brothers and don't be an idiot, ask for help when you need it.” 

“Please don’t do this.” he pleaded, his voice breaking. 

You reached up to touch his cheek. Blue eyes looking into yours, filled with so much love and worry. “I’ll see you around lover boy.” Your eyes fluttered shut for the last time.

“No no no, please no, Y/N you can't do this to me!” sobs wracked his body as he tried to get you to open your eyes once again. “Please,” he whispered, pressing kisses into your hair, “I love you.” 

He looked up to see Damian wiping tears that escaped from his mask, “There has to be something we can do,” he turned around to face Damian, “the pit.” 

“Todd we can’t, she's gone.” 

“She can’t be gone!” he slammed his fist on the ground, “she can’t be gone, because I was gone and the pit brought me back. If it worked for me it'll work for her too.” 

“But think about what you went through do you really want her to-”

Jason cut him off, “if you won’t help me, get out of my way.” 

They stared at each other for a beat before Damian nodded slowly. “I'll help.” 

The air was hot and dry as they stumbled into the cave. The green glow of the pit illuminated the area as they reached the edge of it. Jason set you down at the edge of the pit, green smoke curling around your body as he cradled you in his arms. 

“Todd, are you prepared for what's about to happen?” 

“I'm gonna do whatever it takes to bring her back, I can't lose her.” he said, caressing your face.

“Then let's go.” 

He slowly lowered you into the pit, both boys watching as you slowly sunk into the green liquid, the pit bubbling around your body as it slowly enveloped you. The cave was silent, both boys holding their breath as you went under.

 Fear coursed through Jason's veins, what if you came back but weren't the same, or what if you hated him for bringing you back. Shut up  he told the voice in his head she'll be fine, if I can do it so can she. The longer you stayed under the more doubts started to come into his mind. What if she- 

His thoughts broke off as you burst through the surface. Your hair dripping wet, chest heaving for air, but most importantly, you were alive. Him and Damian rushed over to help you out.

Coughing and weezing you looked up at your saviour, he brushed the hair out of your face as he smiled down at you. But the happy moment came to an abrupt end when you opened your mouth.

“Who are you?” 

tags: @batarella @bookfrog242 @mikeysrae @littleredwing89

#jason todd angst #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #red hood headcanon #red hood #red hood angst #jason todd imagine #dc imagine #dc angst #batboys imagine #batboys angst #sabrina writes #jason todd x you

[rev-wrath]

Rude Awakening

Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper

Summary: Things just aren’t the way they used to be, a reminder she has waking up.

Notes: Angst. Reader uses she/her pronouns. 0.4k words.

She sits, content, watching her boys argue over something. Soft light fills the space, casting a warm glow over everything. Only half paying attention to what they’re saying in favor of soaking in the scene. She feels oddly peaceful.

“Well, what do you think, doll?” They turn to her, eagerly awaiting another opinion, her opinion.

She hums. “I think you’re both idiots.”

“Well, we’re your idiots and you love us.” The two approach her.

“That, I can agree with.”

Jason wraps his arms around her from behind while Roy lays his forehead on her shoulder.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Jason looks down at his two lovers.

“Crepes and eggs?” She runs her hand through Roy’s hair as the two talk.

“I think we have the fruit for that.”

“We should at least have strawberries.” She chimes in. Their voices are soft, a juxtaposition to what it was like a mere moment ago.

“You going to do some work later?” Roy asks. She thinks of papers and pencils, a laptop screen full of creations of her own. They turn into bags and containers, gloves and coats, before it fades away. Suddenly she’s very aware of the necklace around her neck.

“Yeah, but movies tonight?”

“Movies.” Roy agrees.

“And you’ll still read with me later?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, Jay.” She says, leaning back into him.

Jason places a kiss on her head before moving away. The necklace feels heavy. She grabs his wrist before he can fully leave.

“Stay. Please. Just for a bit longer.”

“I gotta go do stuff, doll.”

“Please.” She tugs him back. “Stay.” Her voice is shaky yet firm, traces of desperation in it and her face.

Jason and Roy both sigh, sad and heavy. The redhead moves off her shoulder. Her necklace is burning.

He places his hand on her cheek, the other resting on her hip brushing against Jason’s wrist. “You need to wake up, sweetheart.”

The hand not holding Jason’s wrist goes over Roy’s. The tears in her eyes glisten. Pleads and desperation on the tip of her tongue, the fight to stay burning in her.

Jason places a kiss on the top of her head as Roy places one on her forehead.

Slowly her eyes open, the sunlight slipping through the curtains. Gently wiping away her tears, still basking in the dream. The feeling fades as she curls up, hand gripping the necklace around her neck.

“I miss you two. So much.”

The bed is too big.

#jason todd x reader x roy harper #jason todd x reader #roy harper x reader #jason todd #roy harper #dc #poly fic #read reed

[npcemi]

The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Chapter 8-10 Kidnapings and Plane rides

Link to master post

AO3

Dani, Sam, Tucker, Vlad, and Dani sat in the back section of one of Bruce's larger private jets. In his seat, the eldest halfa sat grumbling to himself, “What was that Vlad?” Danny asked...

“I said I could have at least flown in my own private jet!” Vlad nearly shouted.

“Do you have any idea how much fossil fuels that use, Do you have any Idea what that does to the earth, I can hear the green actively dying, I can hear the anguished cries from the spirits of dead flora, you’re lucky we’re using even one jet!” Sam said, signs of obsession starting to filter into her personality.

“Yes mom!” Vlad drawled being as sarcastic as possible. Dani went up to Tucker, “Father I’m tired can you make a bed.” Tucker used the scarab scepter to turn a group of seats into two California king mattresses pushed together.

“Okay, you all know the drill,” Tucker said.

“Yeah no for sure, one sec, Sam?”Danny said as Sam got up from her seat and grabbed some blankets from one of her carry-on suitcases.

“Danielle really,” Vlad asked only for Dani to look at him with supernaturally large puppy dog eyes.

“Fine.”

“Yay you’re the best.” She said as she dragged the last of her family to the bed when three flashes of light filled the room.

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“Babs, how many is it this time? Five, I don't think any of us.… Don’t get me wrong, I love Cass and Duke, but…” Jason turned to look Bruce directly in the eye, “I think there is a legal limit to how many kids you can adopt.”

“In my defense, I am not adopting any of them.” He replied,

“So they belong to the other billionaire we for some reason have to bring to Gotham.” Jason snarked, Jazz took the moment to mention that technically Vlad was Danny’s ‘son’. The crime lord looked like he was about to say something, stopped, tried to start again, and gave up. Barb began giggling that same harmonious laughter Jazz was beginning to enjoy greatly.

“Look, I gotta piss,” Jason said getting up to use the bathroom which was on the other end of the plane, just past the now-sleeping phantoms. He went to open the door and fell back screaming, “What in the HP Lovecraft is that?”

Jazz and Barb went over to help and saw what frightened the large man. There was a bed with several of the sleeping phantom family. The bed itself was guarded by what appeared to be green-glowing ghost jackals. The bed was lined with roses, and circling around the bed were two gyroscopic wheels covered in half-lidded eyes. In the bed were Sam, Tucker, Some kind of blue vampire, a small cat-like Lamia with white fur, and curling around all of the beings protectively was a lamia, a man thing with a giant flaming hole in its chest with massive wings that also had half-lidded eyes. If one listened closely they could hear three distinct pitches of cat-like purrs.

“Aww, they look so cute.” Jazz cooed softly before shutting

“Wha…what…cute…what... Just who are we flying into Gotham?” Jason stuttered, the eldest Fenton sister turned to look at Jason sympathetically, eyes soft.

“My brother, his partners, and children. Sorry, when they do Danielle asks for the cuddle pile they all like to be in their ghost forms, it’s a security thing.”

“You expect me to believe those are the same kids, the same Wayne adoption bait we picked up in Illinois?” He asked, still breathing heavily from the previous scare.

“Yes,” Barb and Bruce said.

“Yeah, The vampire-looking one is Plasmius or Vlad Masters as you know him aka Danny’s second child (he’s adopted), The big one is Danny, you know Sam and Tucker, and the little one doing her best to imitate her daddy is Danielle. The wheels are actually an extension of her core. She’s a spirit of safe travels and a patroness for the mirror born. Why do you think this flight has gone so smoothly?” Jazz said with a smile on her face which Barb found contagious and mirrored her smile.

“So we aren’t in a plane with biblically accurate angels?” Jason joked feeling a bit calmer now.

“Well that’s a little racist, Vlad is best described as an Upiór, and Danny and Danielle are now more classed as primordial spirits being more embodiments of a concept rather than something as mundane as those lesser spirits in a myth called angels, which are really no different than gods like Zeus. If you have to-- you can call them completely different species.” Jazz attempted to tease but she got caught up in an info dump. She went red at the embarrassment but Barb rubbed her hand reassuringly.

“I’m guessing I won’t be able to go to the bathroom then?” Jason said, peering through the doorway at the multitude of half-lidded eyes daring him to interrupt the family’s sleep.

“Probably not….”

“It’s fine, I can sneak a leak after we land, it's a bit of a drive from the airport to the mansion.”

It was in fact, not fine. As soon as they landed a bunch of goons dressed and were on the runway getting ready to board the plane. Danny, Dani, and Vlad were about to jump into action and phase through when Danny spotted a green stick note on the back of one of the goons that went unnoticed by the rest of the crew.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!” He said as Vlad, who was cracking his neck getting ready for the fight, asked him what the issue could be. Danny pointed out the plane window at the note.

“Butter biscuits, Clockwork better have a point to all of this…” Vlad muttered as the Phantoms detransformed. Danny had his sister and partners hide. The goons were rather efficient having somehow caught Jason mid bathroom break and locked him in there; barb wasn’t much of a threat at that moment. The goons, thinking Dani and Danny were Wayne children took them, Bruce, and got a bonus billionaire in Vlad as hostages. They had sacks thrown over their heads and drove off.

About fifteen minutes later they were all tied to chairs and the sacks on their heads ripped off to reveal the Riddler and Joker. Riddler with his cane and Joker with a crowbar. Danny was about to go after the clown, it was a clown and it was his right.

“Daniel!” Vlad reminded him of what Clockwork had said in his note. Danny relaxed against his ropes and muttered, "it wouldn’t be worth it anyway."

“What was that?” Joker asked irritated.

“He said that it wouldn't be worth it to beat your butt, I mean where did you two get your costumes spirit Halloween?” Dani laughed

“Dani question mark guy's outfit is clearly self-made, no self-respecting clothes designer would make an outfit covered in question marks. Everyone knows the rule about one tasteful symbol.” Vlad snorted.

“Well, Joker’s outfit is so clearly off the rack,” Danny said as the two supervillains were getting more irritated. Joker took the time to hit Danny with the crowbar causing Bruce to flinch.

“Clearly the only thing funny about you is your outfit.” Danny spat back.

“Maybe I can recommend you two a better tailor,” Vlad smirked.

“No helping supervillains remember you’re reformed.” Danny chided, Vlad rolled his eyes and replied, “They don’t even have powers, I’d hardly call them super anything.”

One of the goons having enough and trying to impress his bosses picked Dani up in an aggressive manner, “Yea well what if I harm the little princess over here!” He growled. He went to look at Dani, whom he was expecting to see a frightened little girl. He in fact was looking into pitch-black eyes and a literal shark tooth grin.

“Hi,” The Goon stumbled back dropping her chair, dropping back to the ground.

“Oof!”

“D…De…Dem...Demon!” He sputtered out crawling away. Dani tilted her head to the side, her eyes the normal blue for everyone to see.

“That’s a little racist.” She said in a sweet innocent voice.

“Yeah man, just because you see something spooky doesn’t mean it’s a demon,” Danny said,

“Yeah, it could be a ghost.” Dani snickered,

“Or a vampire!” Danny nudged Vlad who scowled,

“Bruce, help, we’re surrounded by juvenile morons,” Vlad complained only for Bruce to say he understood his pain. Joker scowled, “Where are the bats, they should be by now right?”

“I don’t know, do I look like the master of time?” Riddler snarked back,

“No,” Dani, Danny, and Vlad all said automatically.

“You know the master of time?” Bruce asked only for Danny to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Right.”

“He doesn’t even have the staff!” Dani said,

“Or the Scar.” Danny nodded,

“Or speak in inane cryptic riddles.” Vlad also nodded.

“Hey, I speak riddles!” The riddler interjected as Danny laughed,

“Your riddles come from the first five search results on Google!” Riddler stormed out of the room.

“Unless you all want to end up in a shallow grave.” Joker threatened, however, he did not get the response he expected.

“Really, I get a grave!?” Dani grinned, Danny raised his hand not realizing he just phased it out of the ropes, “While you’re handing out graves.”

“I, too, would not be opposed…” Vlad said surprisingly sheepishly. The Joker looked directly at Bruce giving him a ‘what the fuck’ look. This is not how this normally goes,

“Any clue on when the bats or birds will get here?” The clown said, still looking directly at Bruce.

“I’m not sure what’s holding them up,” Bruce said as Joker stormed out of the room.

“I guess that’s a no on the graves,” Vlad said trying not to sound disappointed.

“I don’t get a grave?” Danielle started tearing up, so Danny phased through the ropes and gave her a hug. Vlad also Phases out of his bindings and puts a reassuring hand on Danielle's back and gently rubs. Bruce silently was wondering what his life became.

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“What do you mean all of the bat vehicles, planes, and boats are out of gas!?” Jason screamed.

“It's like I said, Todd!” The voice from off-screen on Jason’s phone replied.

“And the EVs?”

“No charge, We just got gas, we’re on our way with your gear,” Tim said,

“Just hurry up.”

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Danielle was still crying when Danny had an Idea.

“Hey Dani, since it looks like this is a self-rescue, how about you fight the bad guys.” Dani looked at her father skeptically.

“You and Vlad won't interfere?”

“You remember how to seal souls into the ghost ice right?” Dani nodded at his question.

“Then yep, this will be one hundred percent on your own, just remember to grab the clown’s soul.” He said forming a crystal of ghost ice.

“Yep, I remember what Papa wrote in the note, we need it as a gift for the revenant.” She nodded and transformed.

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That same night on a rooftop in Metropolis Superman flew down to find a bunch of men in white suits by a big “S” signal light.

“A signal is more Batman’s thing.” He said,

“Well, this was the best way to get a hold of you.”

“What do you want?” The man of steel asked, The agents went on to say they knew about his fight against a phantom and were offering to help develop weapons so he could fight the ghost menace better. It would take some time but they could do it. That made sense so he agreed. Especially after they told him phantom attacked a random family in Illinois and rendered the parents believe they were three years old and kidnaped or killed their two kids and two of their son’s friends. Just as he was about to fly off, they mentioned one more thing,

“We were working with the Fentons at the time, and they managed to capture Phantom for a bit, however, according to them he is now taking the form of a small girl with white hair. “ They pulled out a tablet and showed a video of a small girl with white hair, green eyes, and the Phantom symbol on a black hazmat suit. Superman thanked them for the info and went patrol Metropolis.

Jason, Barb, Sam, Tucker, Tim, and Damian were all gearing up getting ready to look for where the rest of the Phantoms and Bruce were located. Barb was using a laptop to go over possible locations. However, Tim noticed Sam, Tucker, and Jazz were a little too calm.

“Danny get kidnaped often?” he asked.

“Why do you ask?’ Sam snapped.

“You all seem awfully calm…” Tim accused. Jason put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go, “No, Bruce said these kids and one of the scummiest billionaires alive were the highest priority and I don’t get why!?”

“Wow, and I thought Dash had anger issues.” They all turned to see fourteen-year-old Danny Fenton.

“Danny!” Jazz, Sam, and Tucker went and hugged him,

“Hey guys”’ He smiled as Tim and Jason stood in surprise and their jaws on the floor.

“Sooo, how’s the kidnapping going?” Jazz sing songed.

“Pretty good, got to make fun of this clown and some dude with a question mark kink. Not too happy about that last bit. Danielle is a little young to be exposed to some dude running around in a skintight leotard with a boner.” Danny frowned before smiling again, “But she did get to use scary eyes on some goon…” He was cut off by some shorter-than-danny spiky-haired kid dressed like a traffic light bursting through red robin and Red Hood.

“How are you here?” The kid demanded.

“I’m the ancient of space kid, anywhere there is the concept of space, or space itself I or a copy of myself can be.” The Kid scowled,

“So on top of teleportation, super strength, energy beams, sonic attacks, summoning stars, black holes, and some kind of eldritch form, are you basically omnipresent?”

“No, I won't be omnipresent until I die fully, something about the human body not being able to properly contain that much ectoplasm.” all three bats looked at him like he was insane, he was just glad they didn't need to go over all of his abilities because they didn't even really scuff the surface.

“Anyway I gotta get going, Vlad and I are letting Danielle beat these so-called supervillains to a pulp, oh, and Revenant we’ll have a present for you when you meet us at the warehouse,” Danny said as he faded out of existence. Barb started typing on her laptop knowing they were at a warehouse and there were only a few that matched the needs of the kidnapers and was listed as taking on some of the villain forums.

“So he let himself get kidnaped?” Tim asked.

“Yes….” Sam said unable to make eye contact.

“Why?”

“The ways of the ancients are all-knowing and mysterious,” Sam said,

“There’s no point in fighting it, just stand by, watch, and trust the process .” Tucker continued.

“And everything will be as it should.” Jazz finished.

“Soooo, you have no idea,” Jason said,

“Nope,” the three liminals of the phantom family replied.

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The Joker and the Riddler were in another room wondering who the hell they just kidnapped. Bruce was one thing. His “secret” identity wasn’t much of a secret. No one cared, it was part of the game. Joker knew that better than anybody. Why ruin the fun, which is exactly what these three additional hostages were doing? They didn't behave right. If he was being honest it was kind of interesting.

“Having fun Jack?” The joker heard a soft gentle female voice call out to him. They didn’t hire any female goons. He turned to see a young, attractive, slim woman of average height in her early to mid-20s. She has very pale skin, dark eyes, long jet-black hair, and has an Eye of Horus painted under one of her eyes. She was dressed like an 80’s Goth Rocker and had a large ankh pendant.

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am, Jackson William Napier.” His eyes went wide at the name he hadn’t used in almost two decades.

“You okay?” Riddler asked Joker, clearly unable to see the woman.

“Yes,” Joker snapped, throwing a chair at the riddler.

“Relax, I am not here for you today.” The woman smiled.

“Then why are you here?” The clown prince of crime’s eyes narrowed.

“Why don't we go say hi to our friends in the other room.” She gestured toward the main section of the warehouse. He yelled for the Riddler to follow him. When they made it to the large warehouse space he noticed that the little girl was missing. He was about to demand where she was when a large voice boomed its way through the space, he nearly needed to cover his ears.

“Do not be afraid, for behold, I am a merciful spirit. Lay down your weapons and surrender and you will remain unharmed.” He turned his head upward to look in the direction of the voice and saw the unbelievable.

The girl they had kidnaped was floating mid-air surrounded by gyroscopic wheels covered in eyes. Her hair was now snow white. She wore pure white Grecian armor. She had two wings that looked like they were made of the night sky. A silver tiara that held a gem the color of Pluto floated above her head.

The look on her face seemed disappointed, “Dad my shadows aren’t eating anything yet!” She whined, surprisingly still childish.

“That will happen when you get older, honey you’re still under a millennium old..” The teenage boy said with a surprisingly proud grin.

He looked to see all the goons and Riddler bowing to whatever that thing was,

“Nygma what the hell.”

“I signed up to fight Batman and his Flock, not whatever the fuck that is!”

Joker scowled and saw the pale black-haired woman from earlier, walk over to one of the goons and help him up. She said something to him before the goon loudly complained, “I only did this because my wife just got fired and we need the extra income, what’s going to happen to them now?” The woman turned to look at the teenage boy they had kidnapped, “Your Highness?” The boy looked at her and the goon. “Everything will work out, you know that…” Was his reply to the woman who frowned slightly, “You are far too often in the presence of Time.”

“You should visit, he says he gets lonely, I can’t be the only one to keep him entertained.” The boy smiled.

“Perhaps I will consider the request. It has been a while since I have visited Time. Maybe I should visit him.” The woman said as she and the goon calmly walked out of the warehouse. Joker turned to look back at the goons who still bowed, except for one.

The Goon that had walked out with that woman, was still there in the room, dead on the floor.

“So are we going to stand around all day or are we going to fight?” The childish voice said in the Joker’s ear before he was launched across the warehouse with a swift kick to the gut.

Where did she come from was all he could think as he saw the white-haired girl calmly walking towards him. He didn't take this sitting down like some dog. He threw a joker grenade at the girl who blocked and redirected it back at him with one of her wings. He jumped out of the way, picking up the crowbar he dropped along the way.

“You aren’t the first kid I’ve killed in this warehouse and you won't be the last!” He growled, swinging his crowbar only for Dani to slip out of the way and push him into a wall, he used his acid flower. It was a direct hit, however, the now skeletal-faced girl was still coming after him. She brought her arm up and summoned an Xiphos that looked like it was going to crumble apart. It was black with red cracks that radiated heat. He barely dodged the slash and rolled out of the way only for the room to become momentarily filled with fire.

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Now in Gotham Propper, the rescue crew was still having trouble locating everyone who was abducted. Barb, now in her Batgirl exoskeleton, was still on her tablet working overtime. However, their prayers were answered when a massive crescent of fire exploded out of the sides of one of the warehouses dissipating into the sky. Everyone had a flat expression.

“I’m guessing they’re at that building,” Robin said.

“Yep.” Everyone responded.

“Of course, it has to be that warehouse,” Redhood said as the remaining members of the Phantom family noticed the rise in his ectoplasm levels. They asked if he was okay.

“No, but I’ll live.”

“Is it the Pits?” Red Robin asked.

“Yeah…”

“Pits, you mean the rise in his ecto plasma levels?” Jazz asked.

“What?” Tim and Jason asked.

“You’re liminal, you have high levels of ectoplasm. I’d say you're death-leaning like us.” Sam said as Jason got in her face only to feel Jazz pull him away.

“Look, I get that for some reason that warehouse is triggering some kind of revenge obsession and your emotions are high, but if you’re going to be any help you need to regulate your emotions.” She said,

“RedHood control his emotions?” Batgirl snorted.

“What do you mean?” Tim cut in, Jazz sighed not wanting to have this conversation right now, however, it looked like things on her brother's end were going fine so she decided it was best to explain. She turned to Jason,

“You’re a death-leaning liminal. Like Sam, Tucker, and I. You have strong ghostly attributes that will leak into your physicality as well as your mentality. You have an obsession centered around revenge and justice. I know this because my own obsession with knowing, understanding, and helping people makes me a really strong empath.

For you, I'm assuming better stealth skills, enhanced durability, enhanced speed, strength, etc. However, this also means any emotion you experience is multiplied by a factor of a thousand or more. Meaning if you don’t work through any issues or don't regulate your emotions you may find them controlling you in a way. “

“Are you talking about the Pit madness?” Jason asked.

“Pit madness? What, no, there is no madness. You just fucking need therapy!” Jazz exasperated to a stunned group of bats and birds.

“Let's get going before Danielle burns down Gotham,” Sam said, ushering Tucker into the assault vehicle, he was followed by Red Robin, Robin, Jason who was basically pushed in by Sam, And finally Bat Girl who led Jazz into the vehicle hand in hand. Sam got in the driver's seat and sped off.

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Joker barely dodged the slash and rolled out of the way only for the room to become momentarily filled with fire. When the fire dissipated there was a giant hole shaped like a half-moon in the warehouse that was glowing a molten orange. He started to run away only to run into Dani’s elbow. He fell to the ground covering his now bleeding nose. He noticed she no longer looked skeletal

He activated traps that would have attacked her from behind, but her existence blurred out of the way before reforming.

“What made you think all the eyes are just cosmetic?” She said pointing to the rotating wheels that never seemed to be in her way, but flowed effortlessly around her.

“You know, let's play another time, bye Brucie.” He said turning around and trying to run away only for Dani to run her hand right through his chest. She followed him to the ground and phased her arm out of him. He suddenly felt extremely cold.

Dani turned around to face her father, brother, and Bruce with a large grin declaring she was done. Danny untied Bruce and they all tied up the goons, riddler, and Joker. Who looks ready to kill Bruce,

“No metas in gotham?” The clown spat.

“They aren’t metas.” Bruce said.

“What the fuck are they?” Riddler demanded

Dani, Danny, and Vlad turned to face the Riddler and in sync said, “We’re ghosts.” And to the eyes of Edward Nygma, all three were for that moment in their true ghost forms. They all then walked over to the body of the goon who had died. Bruce mentioned something about a no-killing rule.

Danielle found a tarp and covered the body. She appeared to be looking at something and muttered something under her breath before looking at Bruce.

“It was his time, he would have had that heart attack whether we were here or not.” She said softly and continued,

“At least she was here to comfort and guide him, with the ectoplasm from all three of us, along with the abnormally high ambient levels he wouldn’t have moved on properly.”

“Who?” Joker asked, praying his suspicions were wrong.

“Death,” Danielle said, proving his suspicions depressingly correct.

“And how would you know he was meant to die, he was a good man!” One of the goons yelled.

“His name was in the ledger.” Dani covered her mouth as soon as she spoke. She knew only the ancients and the royal family knew about the ledger. For some reason unknown to her and her family she is also one of three spirits who can read the ledger. Something not even her father could do. When she asked Clockwork about it, until she was born only death and time could read it.

“Danielle!” Danny chided his daughter.

“You mortals will never speak another word of the ledger!” Danny’s voice echoed unnaturally loud through the warehouse and every mortal's soul. He looked at Bruce who looked like he had some questions,

“Let's just say for a reason only Ancients know why, she has some unique abilities when it comes to death.” Bruce nodded, understanding that was all he was going to get. All three stood around until Red Hood, Robin, Bat Girl, Red Robin, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz who was armed with a Fenton Anti-Creep Stick burst through the door. Only to be disappointed that the fight was over.

“How did she do?” Sam asked.

“Phantastic!” Danny grinned as Danielle leaped into Sam’s arms yelling “Mommy” as she nuzzled into the woman. The vigilantes called the GCPD for the pick up and they all got back into the assault vehicle. In the vehicle, Dani gave Redhood a purple green, and white crystal saying it was a gift from the royal family as thanks for letting them stay in the city.

“Thanks?” He said slowly.

“That’s one half of the Joker’s soul. Anything that Crystal experiences he will.” She smiled.

“So if I shoot it?”

“He will experience the pain of being shot.” Jason grinned at this, then frowned

“Does this mean as long as this crystal exists he will not be able to die?”

“No, while it may be impossible to destroy the crystal, it will crumble to dust when it is his time,” Dani reassured him.

“And when will that be?” Jason said, eyes glowing. Danielle looked to see her father glaring at her.

“I couldn’t tell you, just know basically that gives you the ability to torture him whenever you like. It’s like a supernatural stress ball.” She said as Bruce sighed in disappointment. Jason however grinned like a madman and began poking the crystal with one of his knives.

“I think I’m going to like this gift.”

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Ara being Ara -Danny Words: 2,298 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

II: Help! People Are Treating Me Like They're Supposed to and Now I'm Uncomfortable

"Your brother hates me."

"He doesn't."

Leo stops and looks at her. "That guy's going to throw me under the elephant at the first chance he gets."

Ara tries not to laugh. "Percy has a resting bitch face, that's all. You'll be best buds in no time."

"Sunshine, no offense, but you're too close to the danger to see it."

"He doesn't hate you," she insists. "But if he did, I'd still love you."

Leo smirks. "What if I turn into a worm, would you still love me?"

"We've already had this conversation," Ara resumes her walk.

"Last time it was a three-legged dog with rabies!" He quickly catches up with her. "But that one was way out there, so mad respect for saying yes."

She laughs. "That should make it clear enough, then."

"The dog still has some personality though," he teases her. "Worms don't even come in fun colors."

"Worms are useful. You could be bait in my direst moment of need," she jokes.

Leo holds her hand. "Okay, you win. I'm the best boyfriend ever."

"Well, what now?" Nico eyes my Tyrian cape and the laurel crown with little interest.

"I gotta move out of my cabin," I reply. "Preferably before the campers get here, Chiron doesn't want me to distract them."

"You can't stop that from happening," Nico raises a brow.

"Shut up," I reach up to take the crown off.

Lily stops me. "Wear that with pride. We broke out backs training so you could get it." 

I glance at her hand, the scar on my wrist that used to match Lily's is gone, and I'm half glad about it, I won't be reminded of Michael as often now.

"Is there a rule that says she has to wear the whole fit from now?" Nico taunts her. "Please say yes."

"Can I slap him one last time?" I beg Lily.

Ara is starting to understand why Jason didn't escape this camp as soon as he got the chance. Everyone's seated where they please, old and young demigods—even older than Beckendorf—surround her and her friends. They all look healthy, happy, and like they've enjoyed a fulfilling life. If this is the one thing Roman demigods can aspire to have... she wants it too.

Everyone has been nice to her to a decent extent, except for the Octavian guy, but he's rude to everyone, so it doesn't matter. What keeps bothering her is that Percy isn't the only one staring at Leo weirdly. Hazel Levesque keeps stealing glances at him and Ara doesn't know how to interpret that. 

Percy told Annabeth that she was someone else's girlfriend... but there's a faint lavender glow coming out of Hazel ever since Leo took the seat next to her. "...My brother, Nico, went looking for the doors," the girl mentions as they start talking about the prophecy.

"Wait," Annabeth frowns. "Nico di Angelo? He's your brother?"

Ara tenses. "About that... Can I talk to him?"

"Ara..." Percy stares at her with a look of warning.

"We're talking about a fourteen-year-old boy, tall and severely malnourished, right?" She ignores him.

"Ara," he presses.

Hazel tilts her head in confusion. "Wait, he's fourteen?"

"Nico Di Angelo has been here before, even though he's Greek," Ara continues, anger bubbling up in her stomach. Percy tries to talk but she lifts a hand to stop him. "He brought you here?"

"Yes, last September," Hazel replies awkwardly. "But he never mentioned your camp, I swear."

"Ara," Percy looks at her sternly. "Chill."

"I'm chill," she replies, clearly not chill at all. "I just wanna talk to Di Angelo."

"You can't," Percy continues. "Hazel was about to tell us what her brother was doing before he went missing."

Ara's soul leaves her body. "He's missing?"

The first time I met Nico and Bianca Di Angelo wasn't even the first time for real. We met in the Lotus Hotel, but I only remembered a year after we found them.

The first time we spoke isn't as important as the time we almost killed each other, anyway. The first time, I mean, when Nico shattered the Pavilion's floor. But you've heard that story, so I'll tell you about the first time I officially met the Di Angelo siblings.

Percy, Thalia, Annabeth, and I arrive at the creepy military school, where a monster is already there to welcome us. He didn't notice me at first, which was good, I could sneak my way towards Bianca and Nico without the monster knowing.

"Hi!"

Bianca gives a start. I've interrupted some kind of argument between her and her brother. "Hi?"

"I'm Ara," I reach to shake her hand. "Jackson."

It's not the first time I introduced myself with that last name, but it is the first time that sounds natural. Bianca shakes my hand. "Bianca Di Angelo. Are you new?"

"Yeah! And I saw you two from across the gym, you seem nice," I look at Nico and grin when I see the cards he's holding. "Cool deck! I have a friend who's a huge fan of Mythomagic."

The boy's eyes widen. "You wanna play?"

"Sure," I take a sit next to him.

He's the same age I was when I met Percy, and I'm the same age Percy was then. My vanity tricks me into thinking that's enough to dazzle the boy, but people aren't interested in age, just power. When I met Percy, he had my respect 'cause he was strong and cool. 

It didn't matter if I was older, I was a nobody to Nico.

Ara makes an effort to be quiet now, too shaken to argue.

"The last thing he said to me was that he was going to look for the doors of death. That's all I know."

"We'll look for him," Percy assures Hazel. "Right, Ara?"

"Of course," Nico is annoying and difficult, but he's a camper, and he was her friend once, she doesn't want him gone and out of her life permanently. "But let's recap—The doors are in Rome?"

"That's what Thanatos said, yeah," Percy responds. "And finding them should be our priority anyway, as long as Gaea's army has control over them, the monsters will come back as soon as we kill them."

"Like water leaking through a dam," Piper mumbles.

"Yeah," Percy glances at Ara. "We've got a dam hole."

"What?" Piper blinks.

"Nothing. Inside joke. The point is we'll have to find the doors and close them before we can head to Greece. It's the only way we'll stand a chance of defeating the giants and making sure they stay defeated."

"You propose an expedition to Greece in your warship," Reyna says. "You do realize that the ancient lands—and the Mare Nostrum—are dangerous?"

"Mary who?" Leo asks.

"Mare Nostrum," Jason corrects him. "Our Sea. It's what the Ancient Romans called the Mediterranean."

"The territory that was once the Roman Empire is not only the birthplace of the gods," Reyna continues. "It's also the ancestral home of the monsters, Titans and giants... and worse things. As dangerous as travel is for demigods here in America, there it would be ten times worse."

"You said Alaska would be bad," Percy points out. "We survived that."

"Percy, traveling in the Mediterranean is a different level of danger altogether. It's been off-limits to Roman demigods for centuries. No hero in his right mind would go there."

"Then we're good!" Leo smiles. "Because we're all crazy, right? Besides, the Argo II is a top-of-the-line warship. She'll get us through—and Ara's the daughter of Olympus, she'll keep us safe."

"Ara can't look after all of us, it would be selfish to expect that," Percy scolds him.

"He didn't mean it like that," Ara is quick to intervene.

"Then he shouldn't say it—"

"Percy, don't start," Ara snaps at him. 

Percy glances at Leo with irritation, and Ara wonders why is he so hostile towards the boy.

"We'll have to hurry, I don't know exactly what the giants are planning, but Gaea is growing more conscious all the time," Jason continues, nervously glancing at the trio. "She's invading dreams, appearing in weird places, summoning more and more powerful monsters. We have to stop the giants before they can wake her up fully."

"Seven half-bloods must answer the call," Annabeth quotes. "It needs to be a mix from both our camps. Jason, Piper, Leo, and me. That's four."

"And me," Percy nods. "Along with Hazel and Frank. That's seven."

"And then there's me..." Ara grabs a fistful of grapes from a passing platter and eats a bunch at once.

I blame myself for not trying harder. I keep thinking that maybe if I'd befriended Bianca, none of what happened would've happened. Not in the way it did, anyway.

I didn't understand why she left Nico. He was her family and she dropped him just like that? I begged for something like what she had my whole life, and this girl gave it up so easily! 

I wasn't nice after she joined the hunters, and this caused Nico to attach to me. I was the same age as his sister and I was validating his feelings, I was Percy's sister as well, and he wanted to know all about him.

Nico punished Bianca by latching onto me and Lily, and that made her dislike us. In the end, Nico hated me for it. If I hadn't encouraged his behavior, the Di Angelo's would've parted on friendlier terms, and then maybe he wouldn't hold such a grudge towards me.

Despite all this... I still don't understand Bianca's decision, I gave up on having my own life to look after my loved ones forever, because that's what you do when your love is real.

Octavian stands up. "We're just supposed to accept that? Without a vote in the senate? Without a proper debate? Without—"

"Percy! Ara!" Tyson and Mrs. O'Leary rush in, there is a harpy seated on the hellhound. "Ella is scared!"

"N-n-no more boats," the harpy shivers. "Titanic, Lusitania, Pax... boats are not for harpies."

"Did that chicken girl just compare my ship to the Titanic?" Leo asks Hazel.

"She's not a chicken," Hazel avoids Leo's eyes and blushes. "Ella's a harpy. She's just a little... high-strung."

"Ella is pretty," Tyson continues. "And scared. We need to take her away, but she will not go on the ship."

"No ships. Bad luck," she spots Annabeth. "There she is. Wisdom's daughter walks alone—"

"Ella!" Frank tries to stop her. "Maybe it's not the best time—"

"The Mark of Athena burns through Rome," the harpy continues. "Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death. Giants' bane stands gold and pale, Won through pain from a woven jail."

Ara's eyes land on Annabeth, whose entire face is flushed. "Was that—"

"I know!" Percy interrupts her. "How about you take Ella to get some fresh air? You and Mrs. O'Leary—"

"Hold on," Octavian's hands twist a plushie anxiously. "What was that she said? It sounded like—"

"Ella reads a lot," Frank explains. "We found her at a library."

"Yes!" Hazel continues. "Probably just something she read in a book."

"Books," Ella hums. "Ella likes books."

Ara's skin tingles with curiosity. They want to keep that harpy away from Octavian, and she wants to know why. 

"That was a prophecy," the guy insists. "It sounded like a prophecy."

Annabeth laughs, but Ara can tell it's fake. "Really, Octavian? Maybe harpies are different here, on the Roman side. Ours have just enough intelligence to clean cabins and cook lunches. Do yours usually foretell the future? Do you consult them for your auguries?"

While the rest of the demigods around them chuckle, Octavian seems to hesitate. "I, uh... No, but—"

"She's just spouting lines from some book," Annabeth dismisses the subject, "like Hazel suggested. Besides, we already have a real prophecy to worry about. Percy's right," she turns to Tyson. "Why don't you take Ella and Mrs. O'Leary and shadow-travel somewhere for a while. Is Ella okay with that?"

"'Large dogs are good. Old Yeller, 1957, screenplay by Fred Gipson and William Tunberg."

"Great!" Percy clasps his hands together. "We'll Iris-message you guys when we're done and catch up with you later."

Reyna's people look at her for approval whilst Ara's crew turns to her. The girls share a look, Ara would like to talk to Ella, but now's not the time, she doesn't want Octavian around for it, and he's clearly not well in the head. 

Reyna raises a brow. Ara can read her expression easily: "Your call, General." 

The girl leans back on her seat and shrugs, popping another grape into her mouth. Reyna turns to Tyson and Ella. "Fine. Go." She then turns to the others. "Octavian is right about one thing. We must gain the senate's approval before we let any of our legionnaires go on a quest—especially one as dangerous as you're suggesting."

"This whole thing smells of treachery," Octavian sneers. "That trireme is not a ship of peace!"

"Come aboard, man," Leo suggests. "I'll give you a tour. You can steer the boat, and if you're really good I'll give you a little paper captain's hat to wear."

"How dare you—"

"It's a good idea," Reyna intervenes. "Octavian, go with him. See the ship. We'll convene a senate meeting in one hour."

"But..." Octavian locks eyes with Reyna and grumbles the rest. "Fine."

"I'll go with you," Ara offers.

"No need, Arae," Leo winks at her. "We'll be back soon. This is gonna be epic."

Ara watches him walk away with a bad feeling, something rubbed her the wrong way, but she can't put a finger on it.

"Uh, Reyna," Jason speaks. "If you don't mind, I'd like to show Piper around before the senate meeting. She's never seen New Rome."

Ara wants to throw grapes at Jason's forehead. Can't he read the room? Reyna's been glaring at him this whole time! Poor Piper looks like she wants to crawl under the table and stay there for the rest of the day.

"Of course," the praetor responds tensely.

"Yeah, me, too," Percy adds. "I'd like to show Annabeth—"

"No."

"Sorry?" He frowns.

"I'd like a few words with Annabeth and your sister," Reyna explains stiffly. "Alone. If you don't mind, my fellow praetor."

"Okay," Ara stands and fixes her cloak. She's a good talker, this will be fine. "Lead the way."

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Hiii I love your work so damn much! I want to ask, please can you do Jason Kolchek x reader smut where jason is their lieutenant and they act all bratty so Jason decides to punish them if you know what I mean ;)

Hi, lovely. Thank you so much! I hope this is to your liking.

the smoked || Jason Kolcehk x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Cursing. Gender neutral reader. Suggestive content (making out, punishment with belt, dirty talk, teasing, allusion to D/s dynamic). Jason being a big ol meany.

The morning exercises were always a pain in the ass when Lieutenant Kolchek was the instructor.

When the word spread those early mornings that he’d be watching over the soldiers that day, a cacophony of frustrated groans and angry mutterings would roll in the sleepy barrack. And you knew immediately, from the moment you could slip out of bed and into your uniform, you only had precise minutes before you were supposed to be standing feet tucked together and chest puffed out in the whip of the Iraqi heat.

And this morning was no different. You sprung from your slumber when the voice of your comrade tore through the dingy barrack, hurrying everyone out of bed, filling the previously quiet space with clatter of heels and rustling fabric. Your body moved of its own accord, briskly and automatically, eyes constantly gliding over the increasing queue of soldiers hastening out with a faint veil of sleepy chatter hung above them. You pulled your boot laces like drawstrings before tucking them inside your socks and followed the group out into the long hallways.

You assumed your position by the end of the short, yet neat line of stiff bodies in the courtyard, listening to the gentle wind flit through the palm leaves as the balmy autumn air licked at your skin. The palace windows glowed bright and golden against the starlit sky. A magnificent beauty silenced beneath the cloak of the night and the wounds of war.

The pleasant warmth, though, very soon became overbearing as it dampened your skin. You hardly wanted to move with the way your military shirt clung so tightly to your chest. And by the way an echo of complaints resounded from your right, it wasn’t difficult to see that your comrades felt the same.

At long last, you heard the tall doors in the distance push and then clutter close. Almost automatically, you straightened your spine and wove your fingers together on your back. Nervous feet shuffled on the sand beside you, heads tilting up and back towards the sky. You could swear a collective breath was being held as Lieutenant Kolchek walked past the line of soldiers, his sharp eyes skimming over every face with a frown on his own.

His stern voice rose above the courtyard in a deep, thickly accented voice, roaring his usual morning speech that punctured any thread of wandering thought about to be formed inside your head. A slow breeze picked up his soapy clean scent as he stopped a feet away from you, and you took in an instinctive gulp of breath.

It made him seem oddly innocent; as he cocked his head and spoke heatedly with an aggressive wave of his arm, eyes twinkling beneath the furrow of his brows, you could almost brush off the domineering ring of his voice when those little dips in his cheeks deepened with every stretch of his lips.

But he seemed to be in an exceptionally bad mood today, and your suspicions were proven correct once you began a lap around the courtyard. The sequence of numbers fell through his teeth in harsh bursts. He slowed down and sped back up with no definite rhythm, causing you to step on your comrade’s heel or bump into their back. It was almost as if Kolchek wanted someone to slip up.

However, even then nobody dared as much as spare a glance in his direction. A few have already fallen victim to his relentless berating for lagging behind, and each time, each fucking time, he started counting back from the top to punish the entire bunch just because of one person. This was too strict even by his standards.

“This gotta be a fucking joke!” You panted, face contorting into a soured expression, as Kolchek cut himself off in the middle of, yet another countdown to single out a younger marine.

Merwin caught up to you, a misshapen grin pulled his lips back over his gritted teeth as he wheezed. “Someone forgot to muzzle their puppy boy, ha? Hard fucking ass.”

Air fled your throat in a strangled huff of laughter before your eyes locked with Kolchek’s an immediate instance later. Your breath hitched into a startled hiccup and you stole your eyes away, sucking your lips into your mouth to swallow back your grin. But he was already turning his body towards you, raising a brow.

“Something’s funny, (L/N)?”

You gave a frustrated grunt, following the now silent count to lower upon the ground and heave yourself on your arms. The soft sand running through your fingers only made for difficult stability as you groaned beneath your own weight and Kolchek’s unwavering gaze.

“Get that face close to the fucking ground. I wanna see some real hustling, marine – now one… two…”

You remained, seconds later, panting harshly and head hung in a motionless push-up. Your muscles burned with the pressure, drops of sweat rolling down the curve of your nose as hasty boots scurried past you with a loud chorus of whines.

However, Kolcheck didn’t heed the protests. You rose back to your feet in time to catch a glimpse of him eyeing you carefully. And a, dare you say, concerned frown creased between his eyebrows as he briefly watched you join the run again. His gaze then snapped to the soldier darting past you, startling him with a yell of his name and chastising him for being so goddamn slow. You knew he spared you just this once for whatever twisted reason that made sense in his mind.

But things seemed to just spiral from there. As the first morning light crept over the glimmering stars, you were still held up weaving through the palm trees. The adrenaline pumping under your skin wasn’t helping you anymore, causing stutters in your steps and making your already heavy boots feel like anchors dragging through a quicksand. So, when you unwittingly tripped over your own foot, you could barely catch yourself before you fell face first into the back of the soldier in front of you.

Your breath left you in a harsh gasp, legs finally giving out beneath you. Your fall managed to stagger a few more soldiers ahead of you, sending them down to the ground like a stumble of dominos. You rubbed your nose with a pained groan, your body soaking in the much needed rest despite the tumble you’ve just taken.

You froze as a broad shadow stalked over your head, veiling the bright sunlight peeking from behind the dome roof of the palace. You turned your eyes nervously over your shoulder, and that pair of fatigue pants invaded your vision. The same pair that led down to those horrendously laced boots.

Oh, right.

Attention snapping back to your own boots, you noticed their strings splayed out over the dusty leather. You swallowed, eyes bouncing shyly at the staring heads that steered clear of your direction, a sobering heat stung your cheeks.

“The fuck you still doing on the ground?” Came Kolchek’s sudden yell.

You shot back to your feet, hands clasping together behind you. He used the leverage to step into your space, his vacant stare pierced by that pursed stretch of his lips that drew your eyes to the little hollows of his cheeks. Only for a moment. Then you veered your gaze ahead and over his strong shoulder, raising your chin to make yourself seem less as though you wanted to defy your superior.

“Don’t they teach you nothing at boot camp, marine? You fancy getting your ass shot off out there?”

An immediate pause followed the seemingly rhetoric question before you realized he was actually waiting for your response.

“No, sir.” You said politely, shoving down the hot flurry of anxiety from making a show upon your face.

“No, you didn’t learn shit, or no, you didn’t bother to care?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, face tingling with warmth. Irritation bubbled threateningly in your chest, and it brought just the barest sneer to your lips. Kolchek caught it immediately, and he cocked a brow with a tilt of his head. Almost tauntingly. But you held your tongue and tried to explain yourself calmly.

“I graduated top of my class, sir. I wouldn’t simply be here if I didn’t care.”

“You’re not exactly selling me the idea of a model soldier right now, sweetheart.” The pet name came nonchalantly, and from the corner of your eye, you saw no change in the stern distortion of his face. Yet, your heart still gave a warm jolt in your chest. “That attitude don’t fix a fucking bullet hole in your skull.”

Maybe it was the unnervingly calm tone of his voice as he chided you that got under your skin. But you met his eyes now, jaw set and fingers curling tight against your back. Every attempt of your rationale at convincing you this wasn’t worth getting in more trouble for failed to prove fruitful. The sweltering heat and the exhaustion finally opened the floodgates of your frustration.

“With all due respect, sir, I’m perfectly capable in combat. But you’re free to see for yourself if you don’t take my word for it.”

A sparse roll of “ooh”s and “ah”s swept over the courtyard, and a triumphant smirk quirked the corner of your mouth when Kolchek gave no immediate response. He lifted his chin, staring down at you from beneath his lashes with a bitter frown of his lips.

“Know your fucking place, (L/N)—”

You cut him off, “or what? You’ll punish me? By all means, Lieutenant,” you released a hand from the clasp of your fingers to flourish it dramatically. “Do your fucking worst – oh, wait! You can’t. There’s nothing you haven’t done already. Except having me lick the bottom of your fucking boot.”

Kolchek’s eyes darkened with mischief, pupils suddenly blowing wide as he cocked his head slowly. His gaze wandered down your body, a faint smirk curving his lips.

“I ain’t gotta make you do that to get you down on your knees, sweetheart.” He rasped.

The back of your neck prickled with goosebumps despite the consuming heat nipping at your skin. Your eyes shifted uneasily around to see if anybody else heard him as your chest hitched with a gasp. They didn’t. And somehow, that didn’t stop the sudden leap of your pulse. You returned your eyes to Kolchek’s upon the soft scoff of laughter through his teasing smile.

“Now be a good little soldier and get your ass to my office,” he motioned his head to the tall doors behind him. “And don’t make me repeat myself – Sergeant Kay,” he lifted his head only slightly to call out, eyes never breaking away from yours. “You’re in charge of the rest of the routine.”

You heard Nick’s distant “yes, sir” as you trailed far behind Kolchek back into the palace.

You followed the lieutenant to his office – or where you assumed you were headed to. You passed through the labyrinthine hallways and eventually past the pale oak of his office door without making a stop. When your feet slowed hesitantly behind, he only beckoned you loudly without so much as turning a look over his shoulder.

“Weren’t we supposed to—”

“I changed my mind.” His face turned with a sickly sweet smile to you as you caught up with him. “This way.”

He gestured down the winding path around the bend you had just come up to, no doubt the same one you took some mornings to get to the gym. Your eyes shifted nervously back to his. What was he planning to do now?

“I thought—well—I just—aren’t you gonna—what about the punishment?”

He watched you stumble over your words with a small upturn of his lips, dark eyes glistening in the harsh sunlight.  

“Who said anything about punishments?” His smile grew, eyes not once prying away from your wide ones. “We’re just gonna test a little theory.”

“Test what exactly?”

“If your fists go as hard as that fucking tongue. Keep up, marine.”

“With all due respect, sir—”

He rolled his eyes, cutting you off, “with all due respect, you shut that mouth. Now get moving.”

With a sudden push of his palm against your back, he urged you ahead. The heat suddenly felt like flames on your skin, pawing with panic and a tickling need. His hand remained on the soaked fabric of your shirt, fingers slowly curling in to dig ever so gently into the soft flesh. The careful pressure of his fingertips roused sparks of warmth in the pit of your stomach, picturing their softs pads claiming inch for inch of your body.

You swallowed. Hard. Eyes only thieving glances at his strangely serene face. Your knees felt light, carrying your weight as though it had suddenly turned into a sack of bricks. The little proximity between you wasn’t at all comforting either, only piling onto the anxiety already mounting at a dizzying pace inside your head.

Kolchek opened the door of the makeshift gym and beckoned you inside with a lazy wave of his hand. You followed the silent command, stepping into the dimly lit room and listened to the soft click of the door closing shut behind you.

“I’ll make this interesting for you,” you heard him speak as he flipped on the light switch, and you turned around to face him. “You stay on your feet for two minutes and I’ll let you have it your way. And if you don’t, well, we can talk about that later.”

“Two minutes?” You scoffed. That wasn’t too bad.

“You feeling lucky, Sergeant?”

You grinned. “Confident is more like it.”

Kolchek assumed his spot in front of you, fists up and ready. You followed, sliding a foot back to imitate his stance with a slow twist of your lips. His eyes immediately searched your posture, eyeing any opening before he looked back up at you.

“On my count – three, two—” But you had already thrown your first punch.

A choked noise of surprise caught in his throat as he parried your fist, leaping a small step back to distance himself from you. You stepped into his space again and raised your leg, straight and firm, and kicked at his stomach. Air audibly escaped his mouth as he propelled backwards into the wall.

Your fist only landed right where his face previously was when you pushed in for the final blow. You groaned as the pain of the impact rippled through your knuckles. Kolchek used up the moment to knee you in the side and you staggered away, clutching at your shirt, a string of curses spilling from your lips.

You straightened yourself again, holding up your guard, and watched him with a scowl as he strutted back in front of you. A smirk was dancing across his lips when he raised his fists once more. Your ego had taken quite a hit, heart now pumping with adrenaline. Your sweat-soaked fringe stung your vision but you didn’t dare make any move to push it away.

Kolchek was the first to attack this time, his strong arm spearing right at your chest. You jumped back, he forward, and his next punch flew towards your face before yours could. You barely managed to jerk your head away, feeling the forceful thrust of his fingers tear through the air and past your ear.

The more steps you took to pull away for distance, he filled it with another rapid punch. You were spent, and you had only used your breaths to parry or to dodge. His fists didn’t let up even briefly and soon, you were backed up against the wall. Oh, but this was your winning chance now.

When he came close enough for his finishing punch, you raised your knee and hit him between the thighs. He keeled over with a grunt. You took hold of his shoulders, bringing your knee up once again for another hit. However, he was up and against you before you could move another muscle. His hand grabbed beneath your knee and pulled your body tightly to his, bracing another by the side of your head on the wall.

You were stunned. Wide eyes staring up into his warm certain ones, you fought the urge to let them fall to his lips. Though you could very well feel his breaths on yours. Hot, fast and erratic. And you could hear them, too. Thick, almost inaudible moans laced underneath the harsh pants. It was pure temptation.

“So, what about my punishment now?”

He chuckled softly. “You really want me to get my hands on you, don’t you?”

You swallowed, words failing you as you searched for a response. Kolchek’s hand lowered to your jaw, fingers curling gently around your neck. His gaze dropped to your mouth for a moment before it bore back up into yours again.

“By the looks of things, you were dying to get your hands on me.” You finally said, letting a teasing smile hug your lips. “Isn’t that why you brought me here in the first place?”

“You have a big head for a marine, sweetheart.”

“Prove me wrong then.”

His parted lips brushed lightly against yours as he inclined his head, fluttering ever so slowly as if he meant to kiss you but he remained distant, eyes pinned down to your mouth.

“You want me to leave you here? Is that what you’re telling me to do?”

You gaped, unable to respond once again. His eyes returned to yours.

“That’s what I thought.”

He kissed you then, gently and carefully, lifting his thumb from your throat to caress your jawline as he moaned softly into your mouth. His kisses were slow, cautious. Tongue coming to touch yours in light brushes. His fingers barely pressed down upon your skin, and barely moving from their place. Almost as if he was unsure of it.

“Oh, baby! I wanted to do this for so goddamn long.” He leaned away only slightly to whisper against your lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking pretty.”

You smiled. “What else did you wanna do?”

The shift in his face was instant. Lidded eyes rising up to yours with lust blown pupils. His lips twitched into a small smirk, leaning farther away. He let a hand down to his belt and unbuckled it, his heated gaze locked with yours. He yanked the slip of leather from its loops with a swift tug of his arm, and the belt came free in his palm.

“Turn around.”

You listened without question, although the look of confusion was evident in your frown.

“And put those hands on the wall.”

His warm body was pressed to your back then, his free hand circling around your waist. You could feel his breath lick at the shell of your ear as his mouth hovered close to the side of your face.

“There’s something else I’ve been meaning to do you. Something that’s been heavy on my mind. You wanna know what that is?”

You nodded wordlessly.

“I wanna make your legs shake till you can’t stand up straight no more. If it’s my hand,” his fingers dipped dangerously low to your navel, toying with the hem of your shirt. “Or my mouth,” his lips trailed coyly down along the length of your neck, pressing a wet kiss to the skin. “Or anything I can get that pretty little mouth to moan with. I know you’d sound fucking heavenly, baby. But right now,” he clicked his tongue. “Right now, you ain’t exactly in my good books. You naughty little brat. Right now, I wanna make you fucking cry. But this is what you want, right? Nod your head for me if that’s what you want me to do you.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. He chuckled darkly in your ear.

“Good. So, you know how to fucking listen. I’m gonna unbutton your pants now. Is that okay?”

A breathless “yeah” flew out of your mouth as soon as his question ended. His fingers skillfully undid your pants. He pulled and slid them down across your legs, crouching at your ankles as he let the thick heap of fabric pool around your boots.

His hands skimmed over your thighs, fingers pressing greedily into the soft flesh. His lips explored your legs eagerly, his delicate moans washing over your skin in warm brushes of breath. Goosebumps crept along your spine and you let your head down to release a sharp sigh.

Jason’s mouth sought the heat between your thighs, traveling farther up to your throbbing ache that made you writhe ever so slightly. You could feel him smirk against your skin as a breathy “fuck” tipped off your lips.

“Can I take off your underwear, baby?”

“Yes, oh god. Yes. Fuck.”

The tight piece of fabric was down to your ankles an instance later. Your cheeks tingled with warmth, and you hooked your lip between your teeth. You felt vulnerable. Exposed. Jason’s folded belt dragging shyly across your leg never once failed to remind you what he intended to do.

You heard him return to his feet, felt his free hand curl around you again. His lips came close to your ear once more with a devilish tone. The previous softness long gone from his voice.

“You better keep it down, you hear me? The only thing you’ll be saying is counting out each strike.” He tapped the belt to your leg in another reminder of what was to come. “And if it gets too much, just say so and I’ll back off immediately. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What a good fucking soldier you are. Taking my orders as you should. Such a good little listener.”

You felt the sting of the belt an instance later, and you gasped loudly in surprise. You fumbled briefly before you choked out a “one”. Then came the next blow, a sharper thud landing right on your ass. Your chest hitched with a stuttered breath, fingers curling into loose fists on the wall as you bit your lip.

“Two.”Another hit.“Three. Fuck.”

By the time Jason made the final strike, your knees were trembling. Strings of strangled whimpers slipped through your lips, beads of sweat rolled down the side of your face. Your pulse raced with adrenaline, shallow breaths escaping your mouth rapidly. Jason caressed the raw skin of your ass, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to the back of your neck.

“You alright, sweetheart? Wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah.” A grin swept across your face, and you chucked breathlessly. “I’m great.” You spun in his arms, letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you peered adoringly into his eyes. “That was great.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm-hmm. I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but his lips held a hint of a fond smile. “Now you’re just testing me.”

“Shit. Too obvious?” You grinned.

He snorted a laugh, capturing your lips against his own with a chaste kiss.

“You keep running that mouth and I’ll find other ways to shut it up for you.”

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Distractions

This was his first time being out at night since the Sumerian temple, and Jason was feeling twitchy. Every snap of a tree branch had him tense up.

“We can go back inside,” Salim suggested gently.

“No, I got this,” Jason argued. “I'm fuckin' thirty-one years old; I ain't gonna be afraid of the dark.”

“All right.” Salim's presence was the only thing making this bearable for Jason. He'd been pretty honest about his need for Salim to be here when Jason proposed this little camping trip.

“I used to love camping, but ever since that fuckin' temple I can't stand being outside at night. I gotta beat this, Salim, but I can't do it without my sword.” And Salim had understood just as Jason expected. He gave a warm smile and clapped Jason on the shoulder.

“We still stand together, my friend.” Simple as that. And here they were out in the woods with nothing over their heads but the night sky. Another noise got Jason's attention and he felt Salim's warm palm on his back.

“Tell me what you would be doing on a camping trip.”

“Gut and cook fish that I caught earlier,” Jason answered. Salim's palm began to move in slow circles and Jason relaxed at the touch. “Roast S'mores. Tell a story.”

“What kind of story?” Salim wondered.

“Fairy tales, Russian folktales, stories about Greek and Roman heroes.”

“You would get along well with my son,” Salim noted in amusement. “He loves those kinds of stories.” He must have sensed Jason was relaxed enough because his hand moved away. Jason missed the contact immediately. “Tell me one,” Salim requested.

Jason picked one of the Russian tales. It'd been years so he couldn't remember the details and had to summarize a lot, but he got the general idea of the story.

“Pretty smart,” he remarked when he was done.

“What is?”

“Distracting me like that.”

“I'm distracting myself, too,” Salim assured him. Something about the way his voice dipped when he said it made Jason's face feel warm. “We didn't catch any fish, though,” Salim pointed out.

“Nope, but I did bring stuff for S'mores.”

“That is not a meal, Jason,” Salim scolded, though there was amusement in his eyes.

“Don't be such a dad,” Jason teased. He dived into his tent and came back out with all the ingredients he needed. He stuck the marshmallows on spits and handed one over to Salim. “How's Zain doin', anyway? He likin' London?”

“He loves it there and is very excited to start school. His roommate is from the area so he has someone to help him find his way around.” Salim glowed with pride whenever he talked about his son. “Good distraction,” Salim added with a fond look to Jason.

Jason found himself getting lost in those warm, dark eyes. He'd gotten used to the way Salim looked in the dark, face illuminated by flashlights and strange alien tech. He looked a little different now: his face wasn't smudged with dirt and blood, he wore casual clothing, and there was some stubble growing on his jawline. But the slopes and angles were all the same, just as Jason remembered during their time in the temple.

“Your marshmallow is burning,” Salim pointed out.

“Fuck!” Jason quickly pulled it out of the flames. It gave his heart a different reason to beat faster. “Good thing I like 'em a little crispy,” he quipped. That made Salim laugh.

“Let's hope I like them that way, too. Look.” He showed Jason his own burnt marshmallow. Jason grinned and again their eyes locked. Jason could feel a tingle of energy going through his body. He was on high alert, and it was no longer because he was outside at night. “Thank you,” Salim spoke up, “for bringing me out here. I don't think I could have done this without my shield.”

“Uh, sure. No problem.” Jason looked away and set about putting his S'more together. What the hell? What the fucking hell?

This camping trip was not doing any good so far. Jason was terrified.

#jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #jason x salim #jason kolchek #salim othman #jalim #house of ashes

[marycreepypasta]

What is your HC ages for the creepypasta?

For MY headcanons, especially for the stories I write!

Most of the human/younger Creepypasta's are in their 20s. 

Nathan- being the youngest of them all, aged 21. 

Jeff- I view as being roughly 26 as I can see him being more well versed in his line of work… which is murder. Plus love the maturity glow up.

Jane (R)- My love! Sorry- She’s gotta be around 28, along with Mary <3 

Jane (A)- Ooooh ohoh ho she’s part of the party pasta in my mind. I see her being  23-24 

Tim: He’s the mature gentleman, one the older humans of the group Around 32.

Brian: He’s not that far in age either to Tim, I see him being 31.

Liu: Admittedly don’t know a lot about him, but seeing he’s Jeff’s brother I do see him around 24.

Vine (The doll maker): He feels like a mature, introverted soul.  He’d be around 29 for me.

Helen (Bloody Painter): Easily, 25. 

Nina: Is another in the party pasta for me, so she’s young. 22-23 years of age.

Doctor Locklear: given he’s a surgeon, he’d most likely be in his 30s at the very least so 31-32

Kate: I hc her roughly 27-28 She just seems so mature. Toby: (I know just go with it) 26, but sure doesn’t act like it, and that is valid.

- then the inhuman pastas-

BEN- I go off the fact he’s actually this demon entity. (Plus I always dislike how some of his fanon personality is.) So I see him very old, though mimic the same age as Jeff. Laughing Jack and Jill- No change there in age.

Jason: The Salty King. Same age as his story.

Puppeteer: I see him being 25, just like BEN he may be older but he sticks to the age of 25. Candy Pop: the Jester he’s roughly 250+ , while Night terrors I’d have to say he’s older but too many years to even count. (seeing Nights once was an angel) Crystal: Would but young like her brother, just slightly older seeing that she is the older twin. Zalgo: Freaking like Night Terrors, he’s a demon so old. Slenderman: I see him not as old as Nights or Zalgo. But even so, still way older than any human alive. Eyeless Jack: For this HC gonna go with him being human once, way over the age of 40. Even if he doesn’t look that age. Then again not really human any longer. (I’m sure I missed some pasta’s, but here is the amount I got.) Remember this is only my HCs for ages. Not actual ages. 

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #ask mary the creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x y/n #Not hc any teens for obvious reasons #Im not proship but I know aging characters isn't everyones thing not looking for trouble

[roxy206]

Bald, Blue, Glowing-Dong Representation in Film — 07/26/2022

Trixie actually watching something that Katya has watched though??

I have literally no idea what they’re talking about but I’m here for the enthusiasm & engagement

Katya’s love for Jean Smart

Don’t get too passionate

Katya & Eden working on a screenplay ?!

I’m here for them talking politics again

Trixie leaning across this couch … would you idiots (affectionate) please just sit closer

Sex was canceled Sex has been canceled Sex is actually canceled

You & I recently experienced — No, let’s not talk about that 👀

Are you wearing a new cologne? I am, yes I think it smells good. What is it? — bestie. bestie.

We’re famous to some people And I guess terrifying to others

I cried when I came off stage once. I cried I feel you

You are in fabulous shape. The guns? You guys, look at the arm — please

Them talking about Jason stepping in for one of the dancers is so good

The way Katya says stop doing that when Trixie says she takes her phone to bed

I think I need a hip replacement by the way 😬

We gotta work less — I really truly hope she’s setting up her 2023 to be less. Please. Rest.

I don’t do it for the money, I do it for the garlic bread

I’m just ready to shift — she sounds so serious about it I really hope it takes 💕

I wanna keep performing with you 🥺🥺🥺

Lmao this in between meet & greet fans convo snippet … explains a lot really

Why is it so fucking cute that Trixie is waxing poetic about Taco Bell & Katya is like okay I’ve gotta get into it

This Urban Dictionary moment

Never owned a car. Ever — is this some kind of mandela effect because I swear Katya (briefly apparently) got a car at one point in the last year?? Am I making this up?

Trixie bringing up Katya’s bicep again

Trixie getting joy out of doing the pod brings me joy

#kimmy watches #kimmy listens #the bald and the beautiful #but your dad just calls me katya #oh honeyyyyy #trixya #trixie & katya #katya #katya zamo #katya zamolodchikova #trixie mattel