#jason is a cutie

[somewhereincairparavel]

jason grace is definitely the "did you drink any water?" kinda boyfriend when you say you have a headache. it doesn't matter if you have a fever, cramps, or a body ache, it's probably because you didn't drink any water according to him (and he's right)

[vicariousandvain]

❝ embers! ❞ — part. i

synopsis: In which princess!reader slowly becomes encompassed with knight!jason grace

wordcount : 1.5k

a/n: hello this is unedited and my first ever fanfic so please be forgiving and lmk if u want more !!

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Cold air seared her lungs as she ran, the forest blurring in streaks of grey and green. She was fleeing— not from danger, but from everything she’d ever known, the idea of escape felt exhilarating, until she tripped over a stray branch.

Crashing into the cold, rough dirt, all the air in her lungs was pushed out of her. The sound of ripping fabric jolted her off her back, with wide eyes, Y/N sighed exasperatingly before dusting dirt and debris off her gown. 

Muttering to herself while checking for any cuts or scrapes, Y/N let out a groan before starting a trek back to the castle. She had grown fond of the idea of leaving her place in the kingdom, even going as far as simulating the experience for herself by running through the woods. A self-imposed fantasy of rebellion was the most excitement she’d ever get, seeing as her father rarely let her leave the castle. A princess had no business gallivanting in town, especially not among peasants. Or so he claimed.

As she advanced closer to the town, the stares of passersby began to become increasingly harder to ignore. Diving in between the busy buildings, Y/N wove her way throughout the jostling village and onto the path that led to the castle. Upon reaching the premises, she snuck into a window that led to the servants kitchen with practiced ease. 

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Bewildered, Lilith’s knife paused mid-chop as she scolded Y/N before laughing. Y/N leaned against the wall as she hummed, an amused glimmer shone in her eyes before responding. “Don’t pretend you know not of my whereabouts” she chimed with a smirk. Y/N had a bad habit of waltzing into the servants quarters to talk to her handmaiden, Lilith. Something that she had been yelled at for many a time by her father.

Lilith gave a sideways glance at the state of Y/N’s gown, deciding not to question. Rolling up her sleeves before sinking a handful of carrots into a basin, Lilith looked up at Y/N “Before I forget, the king requested your presence today in the throne room. Something about courtship?” Lilith said her last sentence a couple octaves too high, teasing Y/N. Thumping her forehead against the wall a couple times, Y/N sighed, “I’d rather have my head on a spike before discussing future prospects with my father.”

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Tip-toeing past the throne room, Y/N ran a finger along the castle walls, trying to reach the safe haven of her bedroom before running into her father. “...Your Grace, I bring word from the Northern Front, Lord Fenric’s forces have broken through the pass.” Y/N’s finger halted to a stop, she slowly crept back towards the throne room, holding her breath as she listened to the deep, unfamiliar voice.

Lord Fenric? Broken through the pass? Y/N had heard that name before in several hushed, tense conversations between her father and his commanders in battle. She could hear the disgruntled voice of the king as he thrust random objects across the table. “Send men along the border to stand guard.” the king exhaled as he pinched his nose bridge, trying to steady his thoughts.

 Quivering outside the room, Y/N started to pace back and forth, attempting to make sense of what she’d just heard. Her father was not the type to sound so nervous, he was a big, fervid man who never showed worry.

Wrapped up in her thoughts and unable to hear the slight groan of the door as it swung outward, Y/N was met with a fairly warm, hard surface straight to her forehead. Stumbling backward, she placed a hand on her face, rubbing the spot that made contact with what she assumed to be a wall. “Damn it,” she cursed under her breath before looking up. Y/N made eye contact with a man who had a rather horrified expression on his face. 

Y/N’s breath hitched as she assessed the man before her. He was tall, and had a muscular frame. His blond hair fell across his forehead, but every strand seemed uniform. As her eyes trailed down his face she noticed a small scar, barely 2 inches long on his top lip. In his hand he carried the helmet of a knight.

All in all he was handsome, Y/N began to feel a slight blush creep up the back of her neck. He kneeled and bowed his head before looking up at her, “Your Highness– forgive me, I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” He stumbled over his words and a similar blush rose from under his skin. 

“It’s alright, the fault was my own” she chuckled as she politely nodded her head, acknowledging his apology, “and please, call me Y/N.” She eyed him curiously as he got up from his stance and bowed his head once more, “Jason,” he replied. He gave her one last sheepish smile before walking past her and down the corridor.

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She had seen the knight before from within the windows of the castle; he was often stationed outside the gates or along the walls if not patrolling the grounds with other knights-men. She had never paid him much attention, but recently he seemed to be popping up more and more frequently.

Dodging her fathers questions about future alliances with far away princes, Y/N exited the room through a back door  and started to wander along the garden paths, her footsteps soft against the gravel. Her hands whispered over the dew-slick flowers before finding herself at the foot of the courtyard entrance.

Y/N could hear people talking rather loudly, almost howling from laughter from beyond the threshold of the garden. Curiosity threatening to overflow, Y/N began unlocking the gate, she pushed open the heavy, grass stained barrier and continued walking. 

“Hah! Can’t get me when your sword’s fallen, can you Frank?” Jason laughed triumphantly as his sparring partner lay on the pebbled floor in defeat. Reaching over for the hilt of his sword, Frank playfully glared at Jason, “Whatever…” Frank muttered, standing up and getting back into position. They continued to spar in the courtyard, wooden blades withering under the sun. 

Y/N watched from beyond the hedges as the two slashed and dodged each other's hits. Nearing the 3rd round that Frank has lost, leaving him in a particularly funny spot— he had somehow managed to get his sword stuck behind his gambeson— before she could stop herself, a laugh left her lips, grabbing the boys’ attention. Their heads whipped towards the hedge the laugh was coming from and Y/N quickly put a hand over her mouth, reddening by the second.

Coming out from behind the bushes, Y/N greeted the men, “Good morning, sorry to interrupt your match, it seems like you were just about to win.” she jested as she gestured to Frank with a smile. “Good morning, your highness,” both boys knelt down and bowed their heads before returning grins. 

Jason rose to his feet, brushing his hands along the seams of his gambeson. “Apologies, your grace, had I known you were watching I might have let Frank win a round.” He smirked as he made his way towards the princess, absentmindedly inhaling her jasmine scent.

Frank scoffed and shook his head slightly, deciding not to fall prey to his instigation. Y/N laughed, her eyes crinkling warmly at the corners. Jason felt the sound stick to him like honey clinging to his skin— sweet and impossible to ignore— He scolded himself silently, but couldn't stop the small quirk from tugging at his lips.

Turning back to her, he forced a casual tone. “I hope all is well with yourself and the king, no more running into any more clumsy knights I trust?” Jason teased, flustering both himself and Y/N with the sudden confidence. She gave him a small nod, her smile softening as she held his gaze a moment longer than expected.

Then, with a gentle sigh, she turned and began walking back toward the castle, her footsteps slow — as if reluctant to leave the warmth of the moment behind.

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Y/N sat at her harp, vacantly strumming her fingers along the various strings. She kept replaying the sequence of events from earlier that day. Smiling softly to herself, she continued to reminisce about the most enjoyable experience she’d had in quite some time.

Y/N didn’t have a lot of company in and around the castle, her father was determined to make sure she was well versed in things like foreign language, embroidery, and of course, the harp and pianoforte.

 However, her heart quickened as she thought back to Jason in his sparring uniform. The interaction was hardly flirtatious; if anything, she was just happy to finally have someone who may talk to her every once in a while.

Upon this realization Y/N clasped her face into her hands, “How pathetic to be so affected by a mere smirk…” she muttered, a hint of self-mockery in her voice. With a sigh she extinguished the oil lamp atop her desk and slipped beneath the covers. Determined  to rid her mind of a certain blonde haired knight, Y/N drifted to sleep.

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a/n: ty @stellashine for giving me this idea i hope ur satisfied 💞

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

headcanon

damian is surprisingly good at playing a non traumatised ten year old. at first he doesn’t understand why he would need to ever play the part until he watches his family act at a gala. he now understands the mission to protect their identities.

he slips into the role easily. he acts shy around strangers and soft around his siblings. even going so far as to let them carry him around. if he notices someone is uncomfortable or not overwhelmed he will walk up to his father with puppy dog eyes taught to him by grayson and say “father i’m tired” the other members of gotham high society will coo at his formal words and father will scoop him up before collecting his other siblings.

he’s also unsurprisingly good at fake crying. (i mean look at the poor kid and all his trauma)

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

jaybins from twitter!

first one was done very quickly on my phone to pay for my crimes (my willis and jason comic meant to have jason with freckles but the quality got destroyed and you couldn’t see them). zoom in to see jaybin in all his freckled cuteness

[lxvvie]

You and your never-ending quest to make Jason Todd blush.

And it's working, gorgeous. Christ, it's working.

If it isn't the gifts you spring up on him out of abso-fucking-lutely nowhere, it's the compliments. He's every kind of pretty, hot, gorgeous, stunning, everything that lets him know he's the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on, and fuck if his cheeks aren't flaming hot.

And if it isn't either one of those, it's the way you remind Jason that he's better than he thinks he is and while he may not be the quintessential paragon of virtue, he's what the city needs, and you can't imagine a world without him. That and he makes some good ass coffee in the morning.

Gee, thanks, baby.

But what really gets Jason is the way you look at him, the way you see past the scars and tough exterior and he can't help but wonder if he looks as lovestruck as you do whenever he sees you because he feels it—feels you—with every fiber of his being.

And then you surprised him with flowers one day—"I saw them and they reminded me of you, Jaybear."

And not only is his entire face on fire, but he's a puddle of fuckin' goo.

He'd be a fuckin' liar if he said they didn't, either.

[zenyyyluvyuu]

Oh my good looking boy

[jason todd x fem reader]

Synopsis: just him being your boyfriend for 3 years

Cw/tw: implied sex, ptsd, a little injury

Author note: my English is so broke and grammarly suck I'm so sorry guys 😔 and for this jason i make him with no j scar on his cheeks, kinda ooc I'm sorry 😿

First time & one year:

at first he was kinda nervous with you, but he put up good work with being your boyfriend. He is still a private person, Not telling his past directly. Especially how he was resurrected from the death.

He's not ready to talk about that with you. He's soft with you but didn't let people know that he's soft.

He's also not ready to tell you he was a famous vigilante. He doesn't put a lot of trust in you but still 40%. He might be afraid that his identity will be exposed by you or you run away from fear.

You're just some ordinary civilian. And he's a civilian in the day and vigilante in the night. But trust me he will make time only for you, he will stay at your cozy apartment. When he shows up with a bandage/bandaid in his body, he will makes some excuses to lower your worrieness

Like when you two were chilling on the couch, his hands on your shoulder, sharing warms together, when he reaches a remote to change channel you saw his hand in a bandage.

"Jason what's happened with your hands, did some do that to you?" You ask with your worry tone, as you take his hands. His shoulder begins to tense up.

"Nah I accidentally cut my hands babe, you shouldn't worry too much, I'm kinda clumsy you know?.." his finger is interlocking with yours. Damn his hands are really bigger than yours.

You look at his face, looking if he lies. But then you let out a sigh. He must be really clumsy.

"okay then, but next time be careful.." he gives you a warm smile, he kisses your knuckles.

"no promises" he grins. Letting your head lean on his shoulder, he feels warm, not the uncomfortable warm but soothing warm from you.

Yeah yeahh fantastic 😈

he has to go out early from your apartment because he has a business to do, family business and job business (excuses)

In the end he was a good boyfriend. When walking out to take fresh air or a park. He will hold your hand and let you hold it first, or let you on the safe side of the road.

Hold an umbrella for you, let you sit on the back of his motorcycle and him riding it. He was also a protective yk and he respected your boundaries.

in intimate stuff he will kiss your lips, forehead and even your knuckles. Sex doesn't come first for you both and he doesn't want to scare you with his scarred body. Even the autopsy one. (His scarred hands were Exception)

Two year of dating:

he began to open up with you when he decided to do a sleepover at your apartment. And he now had a nightmare, woke up sweating and pale, his breath laboured. But you were there, with him, besides him. You calm him down, telling him reassuring words. Give him comfort.

You give him a space as you get out of the bedroom to get a cup of warm water for him. when you're gone, he begins to think that you're not like other people he had met before.

Your words bring comfort and calm, and you soothe him. He lets you hold him for a while. Rubbing a circle on his back, kind of soothing for him.

Tomorrow was kinda normal like usual, he sleeps Longer than usual, giving you an opportunity to make breakfast for him. You manage to slip from the bed. Tiptoed to your small kitchen, closing the bedroom door quietly.

When he wokes up, the first thing he does is rubbing the bed where you sleeps. When he feels the emptyness from where you sleep, he jolts awake, he sits up straight, looking at the room.

Okay he's still in your apartment, on your bed. He was raised from the bed, peeking over the door, and then it hit him. The Aroma of food you were making. He opened the door wider, letting himself out of the room.

Slowly he comes to you, you were in your cute apron, making breakfast.

"(name)?"

He called your name quietly, but enough for you to hear him. You turn around to face him, you give him a smile.

"ah! You were awake! I made breakfast" you stirr the food on your pan, he came closer to you. Letting his head fall to your shoulder. His hand is holding your waist, not tightly but light.

"last night ... Sorry for waking you up..and making you worried.." his eyes didn't meet you, still on your shoulder.

You pat his head gently.

"it's okay jay.. do you want to talk about it? After breakfast?.." he let out a sigh. But he let out a nod of approval.

Breakfast came quiet and slow, not suffocating but cozy. You glance at him chewing at the food.

"Is the food tasty? I think the salt is not enough." You continue to chew at your food.

He shook his head no "it is tasty, It's not lacking salt, really" he gazed at you.

You give him a smile "really? Glad you enjoyed the food."

He gives you back a small smile. Continuing his purpose to eat again.

The breakfast ends normally. He wants to do the dishes but you insist that he should stay on the couch and let you do the dishes. He can't say no when you give him a look.

When you're done, you go back to the couch, meeting him. His shoulder is already tense as you sit next to him.

"do you trust me (name)?" He asked you with those eyes. "Of course i trust you jay, why did you ask me that?" You ask back.

He was quiet for a minute and let out a sigh.

"I'm redhood."

"what?"

"you hear me (name) I'm not playing right now"

"..."

He didn't look at your expression. Too scared to look at your disappointment and the terrified look. He lowered his head, facing the floor beneath him. Closing his eyes waiting for the moment of it.

"what's wrong with being redhood?"

He opens his eyes quicker than ever, he looks at you. You didn't give him the terrified look or even disgust.

Instead you give him a warm look. Your eyes are comforting.

"You're not scared?"

"why would i be mad when my boyfriend is a freaking redhood, i get a free bodyguard you know? And even a good man like you" you give him a small smile.

"before we are dating, i sometimes almost get mugged you know? That's why i carry pepper spray, but when we do date, i no longer feel danger nearby because i have my vigilante boyfriend protecting me"

He paused a little. Damn his chest is giving him a really warm feeling right now. His shoulder relaxed. He let out a sigh of relief. Feeling better.

But he has to tell you more than that.

After that he tells you about him first being a robin and how he died by the hand of the joker. How he resurrected from the pit. How his mind was a mess and overwhelming. Turning him into this, redhood.

And you stay quiet and nod while he tells you all his past. Your face didn't change, but Your eyes hold a sorrowful depth, a quiet melancholy that lingers like a shadow.

After that you give him a sooting words to lower his nerves and tenses. His anxiety.

His hand holding yours tighter. He glanced at you, you didn't look at him but his callous finger. His scarred hand, you trace a circle on his hand. Bring him warm

And for the first time he feels like he feels inlove with you twice.

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Night comes again, he sleeps in your apartment again. But this time is different.

You were getting ready when he took off his shirt, leaving his sweat shirt. You are agape at his muscles body. But his skin was full of scar even the autopsy one.

Kinda hot right? 😈

"it's terrifying right?" He asked you, you quickly shook your head no. He raised a brow.

"no! It's alright.. I'm not scared at all"

"you do?"

You nod really hard.

You get up from the bed and to him. Your steps were slow and finally you were in front of him.

"can i?"

He nod

You gently trace his scar with your finger. Your touch was slow and Calm. He let out shivers at your touch. Your cold finger meets his warm skin.

He holds your hands stopping you from admiring his build.

"your hands are cold" he huffed, his breath warm on your forehead.

".. then why don't we share a warm time then jay?" You give him a reassuring smile.

He let you guide him to the bed, he plop on the bed first and your turn.

Yeah like that yuh uh

He Inhales your hair, the smell of your shampoo.

He holds your hands tightly but is not Hurtful. You can hear his steady heart beat. His body is warm. Too warm even. Like a human heater.

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Days passed and Jason began to open more to you, he keeps staying at your apartment, like he doesn't even have one. Yeah he's staying.

You do not mind also, it's nice having a company instead of alone.

He will probably buy you food or takeout. And he has this like a habit.

When you two are sleeping together, he will Cover your blanket, like adjusting it or even raise the blanket higher to your body. To keep you warm!

Three years dating:

And now he has claimed your apartment is like his home too. He leaves his apartment abandoned, well when he needs something he will go back to his own to take the things and go back to your house.

And when you confort it to him, he just shrugs. Like he cares anyway.

And now he decided to move on to your home.

Well move on means a little renovation right?

Yep he does it all, so you don't need to worry much, he got this.

He does the heavy lifting and you do the lighter one or decorate.

And when it's done, it looks cozy. The bedroom you shared was now upgraded, the bed is wider than you used to sleep in.

Fits only two people, jason and you of course.

The closet is upgraded to, from small to big. With his clothes in it mixed with yours.

A little decorations from you too.

The kitchen was... Well it's normal just no need for some movement. Just more equipment.

Even the bathroom is just some equipment upgraded. More med kit, toothpaste, soap, shampoo and his toothbrush.

The living room is uhh normal just you decorate it to be more cozy and Jason helps you.

You admire the works you two do. He let out a huff. He crossed his arms, his bicep flexing. You give a glance at his build. God damn.

The two of you take a break on the couch, relaxing.

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The night. You are getting ready after dinner, preparing to sleep, when jason hugs you from behind. He didn't wear anything besides his sweatpants

His head on your shoulder. Inhaling your smell. You turn your head to him.

"jay?"

He let out a sigh, and he started to kiss you, it started from your jaw to your cheeks. And then your lips.

He rest his fore head on yours. Giving you an adoring look. You give him a smile. Your cheeks is burning. He continues to kiss you, nice and slow.

You reply to the rhythm of his lips.

And then he will guide you to the bed and uhh

Plap plap plap lmao

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The day starts usually. The morning he wakes earlier than you did, he was a light sleeper.

Letting you rest he slips out from the bed to the kitchen. He cooks breakfast for you both.

In just his sweatpants and an apron.

And then when you wake up he is already prepared for the plate for you both. The savory smells hit your nostrils. Giving you excitement.

He smirks at your arrival, he gives a kiss to your forehead.

"morning sleepyhead" muah

"morning"

And then breakfast. Nom nom

He was now closer to you, and more protective. He sometimes silently pays the rent when you insist on splitting.

And he loves to tease you, hear you laugh and giggle. He was more humorous. And you love it.

Whenever you go he will be right beside you, he will be following you everywhere. Drive you walk you.

And your shared apartment safety Increase is more secure.

He's kinda paranoid yk, don't forget to chat with him when you come home safely from your work, walk and anywhere.

And sex uhmm. Well you guys kinda do it usually, in private ofc. He feels more confident when he's bare. He also has experience yk, and he can go nice and slow to rough and fast.

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Alr i hope you like my cringe fic again. And forgive me for any mistake that i write, and the broken English and grammarly wrong. And again i hope you like my fic

I'm sorry for the hiatus i will make time for y'all 😸

Don't forget to stay hydrated 🔅😸

Edit: a little stuff that i forgot to add sorry

[foolsocracy]

u should draw garth and jason interacting. btw. pretty please.

shout out to when they were on a team together for about 2 issues

[ungodlybliss]

i love this panel sm. all of them are so cute. luke hugging alfred. sigh. i love them.

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

[parkjammys]

Jason Todd and RedMite + Tim Drake with his imp - by Daniele Di Nicuolo (commission)

[starchaptertogether]

daily soobin until he returns [51/?]

[somewhereincairparavel]

the infamous "you're welcome to help" jason scene in the graphic novel

[etternn]

jasonic!

[yb0r]

(oops almost forgot to post here)

The diabolical Jason and his diabolical scene phase S2

[goldfishinaplasticbag]

Can we get a sketch of what everyone (or at least Tim) looks like in your AU, I’m absolutely terrible at picturing things in my head, if not that’s fine too

i posted how tim looks in the fic before if you scroll down on my account! but here's the batbros (lazy to draw the others rn)

accidentally made tim like. paper white pale 😭 that was unintentional his brothers just have more melanin than him.

[myoneand-onlyyou]

One of the sillier intros for seek and destroy with Jason