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FUCK YOU GEORGE LET ROBB STARK GO HOME

#Robb stark #ned stark #eddard stark #asoiaf #asoif/got #got #game of thrones #Jon snow #house targaryen #house stark

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Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3

18-What’s Worse than a Gotham Villain? A Karen.

You had dealt with vigilantes, cartoon villains, and every other creep under the sun, but your one weakness? Karens.

There was just something about them that got under your skin. It was like their mission in life was to just be a major bitch. In all honesty, it made you want to eat glass. Luckily, with the night shifts, you never really had to deal with them. All of the vigilantes that came through your door were kind, and the villains, albeit less so, could be tolerable on some occasions. 

Much to your dismay, your luck was not there. This lady, who had come in an hour before your shift ended, was being such a prick. She started with passive aggressiveness, being short and curt with you—It was then that you knew no matter how right you could have done something she was going to find a fault within it. 

This lady was out for blood that night. As soon as you placed her order on the counter, she took one look at it and said, “This isn’t what I ordered.”

“You ordered a chai latte with cinnamon, right?”

“No, that has to be someone else’s order.”

Your eyes darted around the cafe before saying, “You’re the only one here.”

The silence after that was too loud and the tension now thick. The lady’s pale face got beat red and she pressed her lips into a thin line. Suddenly, her loud, squeaky voice that you were sure could crack glass, cut through the air, “Are you talking back to me?”

“No, Miss, I’m just trying to understand—”

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” She said.

You only mumbled an apology before taking her drink to remake it. Before you could even get two steps away she stopped you by snapping her fingers to get your attention. That irked you more than anything, but you knew once you said something your boss would be out for your ass. Your boss was one of those ‘the customer is always right even though they’re not’ type of people. 

You looked at her with a smile, though, just to be the bigger person. “Yes?”

“What are you doing with that drink?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you answered, “I’m going to remake it for you.”

“Are you stupid or something? You can’t waste a drink, give it to me.”

This time, you wanted to stand your ground, “Not unless you pay for it, Ma’am.”

Now, that was the straw that broke the damn or something like that. Now this lady was laying into you like no other. She called you every name in the book, and, when she ran out of those, she thought of more. Some, admittedly, were a bit creative. 

You were in near tears when, all of a sudden, a voice somehow managed to overtake hers. “Damn, lady, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

You turned to see Arsenal and Nightwing walking toward the two of you. It was like a switch turned in that old hag in front of you. She went from being a cunt to a cupid in a matter of seconds. You, on the other hand, were relieved. She tried to fawn over the heroes but looked less than interested, a bit mad even.

“Why the fuck are you talking to someone who’s trying to help you like that?” Arsenal asked, stepping closer to the lady. 

You wanted to know her response, but Nightwing sauntered to the counter like nothing was going on. He leaned against it and asked, “You okay?”

You nodded, sure if you started talking you were likely to break down, but it didn’t matter since the tears were already falling down your cheeks. Trying to maintain your dignity, you asked Nightwing to give you a moment to remake the woman’s drink. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter how you felt, it was the customer that was always right according to your boss. 

“No,” The lady sheepishly said as Arsenal stared at her down. “I’ll take it.”

“Would you like me to heat it for you,” You asked. “I think it might have gotten a bit cold.”

Nightwing turned to the lady and said, “That’s so nice, isn’t it?” When the lady didn’t respond, he asked again, sounding more stern. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes!” The lady said, eyes darting between Nightwing and Arsenal. “And, please, if you would.”

“Okay,” You said, sniffling as you wiped away your tears. 

As you heated her drink, you listened in on what Arsenal and Nightwing were telling her. They were giving her a lecture on how to treat people, saying that, in all the years they’ve been vigilantes, they’d never seen someone get treated this badly. Arsenal, though you had never met him before, had a lot to say in your defense—Even going as far as to come up with some creative insults himself. You kind of liked it, especially since it was hot. 

The ding of the microwave stilled the lecture and the lady was quick to take her drink back. She gave you one more pathetic glare before quickly walking out of the cafe. It wasn’t until she left that you finally broke down.

Arsenal leaned on the counter as he spoke softly to you. “Hey, gorgeous, don’t let that lady get to you, okay?” 

“Okay,” You said pathetically as you wiped away your tears. “I’m sorry I’m crying.”

Nightwing slid over the counter to hug you, which made you cry harder. “Hey, hey, why are you crying again? It’s okay.”

You sniffled into his suit. He smelled just like Batman but with a hint of cheap cologne. “Because I’m crying in front of two hot guys, asshole!”

You felt Nightwing chuckle, his chest moving a bit against your face, and you couldn’t help but blush. Oh, man, this just sucked even more. Looking at Arsenal, he gave you a weary smile and cooed to you that it would be alright. Yup, you'd be thinking about this later tonight.  

Now, the other other weakness you forgot to mention? Hot men being nice.

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batfamily #clark kent #nightwing #dick grayson #roy harper #arsenal #green arrow #batman #damian wayne #tim drake #robin #red robin #cassandra cain #batgirl #stephanie brown #barbara gordon

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Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3

70- I Love You, Jason Todd, and PTSD

It was the worst time to have a panic attack. You had been on top, smiling down at Jason as you watched him get off, and he had been entirely at your mercy. Then, your hand came to his throat. You didn’t squeeze or anything, just held him there to keep him looking at you, but something about it made him go back to the night he died. He remembered the Joker grabbing his throat, squeezing before letting go. The panic acted faster than rationale, and he threw you from him. It wasn’t a hard throw, he pushed you, making you fall back onto the other side of the couch with an ‘oomph’. 

“Jay?” You said, a mixture of surprise and worry in your voice. 

Jason sat up, shaking his head as he tried to push back the panic. You reached toward him, but he smacked your hand away. “Don’t…don’t do that ever again, please.”

You nodded frantically, pulling your hands toward yourself like you were somehow trying to reverse what you had done. “Of course. I’m so, so sorry, Jason.”

He didn’t care to respond as he got up, rushing toward the bathroom to be alone as he put himself back together. It was difficult when his heart was pounding wildly in his chest while something invisible squeezed around it, making it hard to catch his breath. Jason tried reminding himself that it was just you—Sweet, beautiful you. Yet, when your hand came up to his throat, it wasn't just you. A memory was there, too. One that cut and tore at him like he was made of paper. 

Looking in the mirror, Jason realized that he had been crying. He had felt a sting in his eyes, but not the tears running down his face. Wiping at his cheek, he used his free hand to turn the sink knob so he could splash water onto his face. The cool water brought him back enough to come out. 

Jason found you on the couch, a blanket draped over your body, and you looked at him with concern. Sucking in a deep breath, he awkwardly inched toward you, grabbing a blanket on his way to sit down so a little dignity could be recovered.  

“I’m,” You paused, thinking over what to say before continuing. “I’m sorry, Jason. I should have asked if I could do that.” He tried to smile at you, to give you a sense that it was okay, but the guilt was still written all over your face. Before he could even get out that you shouldn’t be worried, you inched closer to him, eyes not moving an inch from his. “Do you want to talk about what happened? We've established no choking, but, if you don’t mind me asking, what made you…”

“React like that?” He finished the sentence, understanding the hesitancy. It was a tough question, but he didn’t want you walking on eggshells around him. You nodded shyly. “It, um, has to do with the Joker. Honestly, that’s all I want to say about it. Please, don’t tear yourself over it, sweetheart.”

You nodded, taking the chance to lean forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “Maybe we should at least talk about what you don’t like? For future reference.”

Jason chuckled and nodded. “Sure, just…let’s do it another time.”

You nodded, reaching over to rub small circles on his back. “Do you want to be alone?”

He shook his head. The last thing he wanted was to be left alone with these thoughts. Suddenly, you followed that up by sheepishly asking if he wanted to order some McDonald’s. Jason was caught off guard, especially when he let out a quick and loud laugh because McDonald's was the last thing on his mind. Yet, he wasn’t put off by the offer. Instead, a little bit of him was thankful that you managed to distract him from the echoing tormented laughter in his head. 

He looked at you when your hand came to his cheek. “You sure you’re okay?” He nodded. “Good, I love you, Jason Todd.”

Those words coming off your tongue felt like a light in the darkest parts of him. It made him feel airy and light, so when he couldn’t find the words to say it back it wrecked him. You must have noticed. 

“I know, baby, I know,” You kissed him again. 

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head on your shoulder as you reached over to grab his hand. It was comforting to know that, despite the falls and dips of his life, you’d always be there to lift him up.

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #jason todd x reader #romance #batfamily #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #dc red hood #red hood fanfic #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Chapters AO3

Chapter 10

Oh, my life is changing every day, in every possible way…

When Jason approached your door he heard that familiar song that brought back two vivid memories. 

The first memory was the day he was supposed to help the art club paint the background for the school play. When he had walked into the auditorium with a basket of supplies, Bruce had insisted he bring it, and the song had been blaring full blast with a chorus of out-tune voices singing long. Yours’ among them. As he approached the stage, he finally saw you. You were knelt next to a huge wood tree, paintbrush in hand, and singing along to the lyrics. 

And, oh, my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems—Never quite as it seems

He remembered suddenly feeling flush and stumbling to get all the words out of his mouth. All at once, he just found you so incredibly pretty. 

The second time he had heard that song was his first year of high school, the autumn right before he died. It was homecoming and, after some begging since he was technically grounded, Bruce had let him go. Jason made a point not to tell you so it could be a surprise when he showed up. He found you standing off to the side looking heartbroken. When your eyes met it felt like one of those stupid high school romance movies. Where the room stopped and was drowned in a pink light with roses. When you kissed him he remembered how your breath smelled like cinnamon and your eyes sparkling in the lights. 

Now, as he stood at your front door, he felt that same rush of feelings that made everything dizzy. Luckily, when you answered it brought back some of the senses he had lost while reminiscing. As you welcomed him in, the song still played. 

I know I’ve felt like this before, but now I’m feelin’ it even more—Because it came from you...

“I’m sorry,” You said, walking past him to turn off the speaker. “I was a little lost in my tunes.”

“No worries, I like that song,” Jason admitted. 

You turned to him, smiling. “You do?”

“Yup. I…danced with my prom date to that song.” It was a stretch of the truth, but the last thing he wanted was to connect the dots any further.

“Oh! I danced with my homecoming date to that song, too! I guess it’s pretty popular at school functions,” You laughed and motioned him to the kitchen.

That had been the first time you had referred to him, well the younger him anyway. When he entered the kitchen, you were leaning over a pot of some boiling pasta. Next to it was some sauce that he could only assume you had made from scratch with all the spices, herbs, and other things cluttering the counter. 

“Do you mind trying some of this?” You asked, turning to look at him with a spoon in your hand. 

Nodding, he stepped closer and put his lips to the spoon. It was awful, and he found it hard to tell you it sucked—Unfortunately, his face gave away his feelings. You laughed and it was beautiful. 

“I admit, I’m not the greatest of cooks,” You said, putting the spoon down. “Do you cook?”

“I do, so maybe I could give you some pointers?”

You grinned. “Please?”

Everything you did was so sweet, and he was sure you weren’t even doing it on purpose. With every mistake you made or everyone he made, you laughed it off. You made the whole situation of essentially being the worst cook ever into something fun. You were kind enough to open your home to him, the worst person alive.  

You were inching another forkfull of pasta towards his mouth, and, before he even entertained the idea of taking a bite, he said, “You know, if you keep feeding me, I’ll just keep coming back.”

The way you smiled gave away that he had said something good. Bashfully, you responded, “Well, what if I was trying to do that? Have you come back, I mean.”

Instead of saying anything, Jason took a bite of the pasta as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down at you. You took the hint and looked away so he wouldn’t see your blush. As you stirred the pasta a few more times, you wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was beating. You felt like an awkward teenager again. 

“Um, we should eat,” You said, not sure what else to do as you moved around Jason to get to the bowls in the cabinet. “Or else I’ll be spending all night forking food into your mouth.”

“I wouldn’t complain—Hold on, let me get those,” He said, reaching above you to grab the bowls on the top shelf. He put one hand on the counter next to you, encasing you in, and pressing right up against your back to reach for the plate. As you sucked in a breath, you could smell him. Jason smelled of cigarette smoke and mint, an odd but welcoming combination. 

As he put the bowls down, Jason stopped as you turned around. He hadn’t realized just how close you were, only mere inches from your lips, and he could have swooped down to seal in his feelings. Yet, he didn’t. You looked up through your lashes, eyes going to his lips, but made no move to kiss him. 

“I should…” You trailed off, hoping he would do something. 

A quick image flashed in Jason’s mind, one with you bent over the counter and him whispering just how pretty you were into your ear. As soon as the image came into his mind, he backed off. Smacking his face lightly when he turned away, he pulled his thoughts from his little head. He couldn’t get over how shallow it was to think of you in such a way, especially when couldn’t take that final step. It was too much, and he was terrified to be a disappointment to you since he had little to no experience.

You didn’t let him get away this time, though. You stepped around him, your fingers gingerly pushing his cheek to look at you, before stepping closer to him. He could feel your body press against his, and he had to think of every disgusting thing he had ever seen to not get hard. He tried focusing on the music he had insisted you turn on. This time, you looked down at his lips and then back up at his eyes, wanting him to know how you felt. 

“I know,” You began, and Jason could smell just how sweet you were. “You want to take things slow, and I respect it—but, please, don’t tease me like this.”

“I…” Jason tried to find some excuse, but he couldn’t. Quickly, he said, “I’m sorry.”

You grinned, leaning up to press a ghost of a kiss to his cheek. “I hope this is okay?”

“Yes,” He breathed. 

You smiled as you pulled away just enough to remember himself. You reached up, eyes not breaking away from his to make sure no lines were being crossed, to fix a bit of his shirt that had become wrinkled. “Do you think I’ll bite?”

“Maybe, can never be too sure in this city.”

You giggled. “I promise you I won’t. Unless you ask.”

Jason smiled and he saw you blush. He could do this, he thought, he could be with you. Maybe, he could figure out how to be good enough for you, too. In the background, he could hear Dreams playing again. 

Then I open up and see the person falling here is me—A different way to be.

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #romance #bruce wayne #jason todd fanfiction #batfamily #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #jason todd red hood #jason todd needs a hug #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fic #batfam #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Nanny Flo

You woke to the sound of banging on your bedroom door and thought about ignoring it until a voice came through telling you it was Bruce. With a groan, you groggily told him to come in. Coming in, he sat on the edge of your bed as he informed you, much to your concern, that Cassandra had started her ‘cycle’ as he put it. It was pathetic just how ignorant he was when it came to women. 

Sitting up, you put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Mr. Wayne, you are so clueless.”

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Bruce said, acting offended, but you could see the ghost of an amused smile on his face. You rebuffed his words with a scoff. Throwing off your blankets, you stepped out of bed. You noticed he averted his eyes, and, when you looked down, you realized that you were only in a t-shirt and underwear. With a shriek, you shrunk in on yourself. “Mr. Wayne! Get out!”

Scrambling to his feet to get out the door, he mumbled an apology. You turned, feeling how hot your face was and trying to shake the memory from your head. Now wasn’t the time to think about how your handsome boss just saw you in your underwear, there was a little girl who needed you. 

You went to Cassandra’s room, knowing she’d be there to get away from all the boys. When you approached her door, you found Mr. Wayne standing there trying to talk to his daughter, but, by the look on his face and the screaming coming through the door, he was getting nowhere. Once you got to her door, you could hear crying. Bruce knocked and called out to her. 

“Go away!” She screamed before letting out another sob. 

Bruce whispered to you as an afterthought, “She’s too young.”

You scoffed, slowly pushing him aside. “I don’t think you’re the one to make that call. Go, I’ll handle this.”

“But—”

“Go.”

Bruce nodded and left, stopping to tell Cassie that he loved her. Once he was gone, you knocked on her door. 

“Cass, it’s me,” You said. “I know you’re probably confused and scared right now, but I want to help you.” For a moment, you thought she might want to be left alone. Though, a minute later, there was a click. You slowly opened her bedroom door to reveal her curled on her bed. 

“I hate this,” She sobbed out. “And, I hate everyone.”

When you sat on her bed a small smile crossed your face as you remembered the feeling. Rubbing circles on her back, you soothed her until she could turn around to look at you. “I know, sweet girl. I know. Come here,” You opened your arms and she dove into your embrace. 

As you soothed her, you noticed the dozens of boxes of pads and tampons on her nightstand. Bruce must have gotten to her before you had. It was sweet to see a father try his best, but you could also picture Cassandra getting overwhelmed. 

You explained everything to her, from the different sizes of pads and tampons to what meds best helped with cramps. Getting out a pad that you brought with you, you explained how it would attach to her underwear, along with all the nitty gritty stuff that came with a period. It calmed her enough that she managed to get out a few questions. It was a little sad just how little she knew about herself, but you were glad you could be there for her to explain. 

“Does this mean I’m a woman now,” She asked. 

You tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “No. You’re ten.”

“I’m eleven next week.”

You laughed to yourself. What a birthday gift from Mother Nature. “Still, no. Whoever says that is either a weirdo or a man—Or both!”

Cassie giggled and that’s the sound you were waiting to hear. You offered to watch some TV and relax, the one thing you would want to get if you got your period for the first time again. She heavily agreed and switched on the little pink TV in the corner of her room. After watching an entire season of My Little Pony, there was a knock at her door and Bruce opened slightly to poke his head in. 

“Hi, sweetheart, how are we doing?”

“I hate you,” She groaned, then added. “But I also love you. Please, leave.”

“Understandable,” He said, closing the door behind him.

You giggled, kissed Cassandra’s hair, and urged her to close her eyes. She complied and within minutes she was out. Poor thing, you thought, must have been so exhausted from getting her period and subsequently dealing with it. It was then you slowly slipped away from her. Once you stepped out into the hallway, you took a deep breath before going to find Mr. Wayne. 

Luckily, he wasn’t far. You found him in the kitchen confessing to Alfred about being scared for his daughter. The old man desperately looked to you for release from the situation, which you were happy to provide. 

Bruce got up from his chair, eyes zeroed in on you, and asked, “Is she okay? Does she need anything?” 

You motioned for him to sit back down as you made some coffee. Once you set the mug down you told him what you had explained to her. Finally comforting him with, “She’s fine and asleep.”

“Thank you,” He said. “For being there for her. I don’t…”

“I’m glad I was here, so don’t worry about it.” You moved to get him another cup of coffee. “I’ll fill you in all the things you need to know. First and foremost, never blame her anger on her period. She’ll kill you, and so will I.”

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batfamily #clark kent #romance #damian wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #robin #red robin #dcu #dc comics #batman dc #dc batman #slow burn #batfamily and reader #batfamily x reader #batfam #dc robin

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Um, so I just logged onto AO3 and apparently they've turned off guest comments--Does someone what the lore is behind that??

#ao3 #ao3fic #ao3 writer

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sure he's nice but he WILL beat the shit out of you

#I need him to #dick grayson #nightwing #dc

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Hey, not to point anyone out, but to that one babe that asked if they could write a prologue to one of my latest Jason Todd stories, I tried to find your comment asking if you could, but couldn’t find it! Just wanted to let you know babe that you can go for it bc I would love to read what you would write! ❤️

#Jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #jason todd x reader

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Look at me in my god damn face and tell me Jason Todd isn’t baby girl. I DARE you.

#jason todd #red hood #shit post #bruce wayne

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just because i haven’t seen anyone talking about this. how do we feel robin jason nation

#I feel like this will heal some wounds or make me want to eat glass #Jason todd #Bruce Wayne #dc writers you can make or break this shit

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Hi! I love love love your arcana fics and was wondering if you take requests??

Hey babes! I do take requests, but it’s always a matter of when and if can I get to them. Tho send away! I’ll definitely try my best!! Also I’m glad you like my arcana fics so much and thank you for reading them 💕💕 xoxo

#anonymous asks #asks answered #send asks #the arcana

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“And if you could trade this one for the dead one, son for son, would you do it?”

For an instant, the image flashed into his head, seductive and alluring—Jason back, Jason home, Jason alive—before it vanished, leaving behind a young boy broken in pieces and Jason’s horrified expression.

“No,” Bruce said hoarsely, and it tore at him, but he could never trade one life for another.

“No?” Hood repeated, voice harsh.

“Because then I’d have no sons,” Bruce said quietly.

“Gave up on the dead brat already, huh.”

Bruce wished he could punch Hood and wipe the stupid sneer off his face.

“If I exchanged an innocent life to bring Jason back,” Bruce said, struggling to keep his voice level, “Then he would never speak to me again.”

#SCREAMING #CRYING #SHITTING MY PANTS #bruce&jason #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #red hood #Batman

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I'm trying to write buT I KEEP THINKING EMBARASSING THOUGHTS

#ao3 writer #writing #im getting second hand embarassment #kill me

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how it feels to come home from work at 8pm eat a huge portion of pork fried rice and immediately go beddy bye afterwards

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Oh my GOD I just read your Julian fic from the arcana and I'm in tears😭😭😭 But it gave me an idea: when MC comes back from the dead and she slowly starts regaining her memories and all, she comes to realize that what they felt for Asra was more of an emotional dependence rather than love, and as Julian's route unfolds and they remember their old memories, MC realizes that she was indeed in love but refused to let go, just to hold on to that dependence. Idk if I'm just being delulu rn but it sounded good in my head🥹🥹

Omg, yess, like imagine the emotional turmoil!! Also, this is a really good prompt for Julian, too, anon!! Like, Julian coming to terms with not only remembering that he loved you, but his attachment with Asra was less of an emotional affair but rather him holding onto the memory of you, and then dealing with the fact that you don't remember him. AHH the angst!!!

#the arcana #julian devorak #asks #anon asks

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i want the north to be even more scotland coded

put them in kilts and have them throw big logs please

ned stark walking around in a heavy, handmade wool kilt in kings landing being stared at while his big hairy legs feel the breeze

#house stark #eddard stark #north #sansa stark #jon snow #I don’t wanna understand a fuckin thing they’re saying #petition for them to be more Scotland coded

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i bet crossing spears with someone to block entry into a location feels so fucking good