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Hi everyone! I just wanted to mention that my requests are currently open for Jason Todd x reader and Dick Grayson x reader fics! Requests weren't open when I started my blog, but I'm deciding to give them a shot.

If you have anything you'd like to see, please feel free to shoot me a request! I'll do my best to fulfill them ♡

[arkham-prince]

ᴍʀ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

ꜱᴜʙ-ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

 ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ: ᴍʀ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

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♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 949 words

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: General relationship headcanons with Jason Todd — how does he act with you, who’s managed to steal his heart? 

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: sfw, gn!reader, established relationship, predominantly fluffy (though there is some hurt/comfort, mostly regarding Jason’s past and insecurities), lots of physical affection, brief mention of Jason’s death at the end which is not described in detail, Jason is a soft and lovely boyfriend. 

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who’s always touching, in subtle ways. A hand on your back, or resting on your hip, or lingering as close as possible if he can’t actually touch you (though there’s that soft, sad look in his eyes whenever he can’t, the subtle twitch in his hands that indicates how much he longs to close the distance between you). It’s an expression of love and care, it’s his way of showing that he’s there to protect you. But, selfishly, it’s also his way of convincing himself that you’re really there.

▷ On a similar note, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who stares a lot. Not in a creepy way, but in an observant way. There’s something hypnotising about those sea green eyes, the way they follow you with a quiet, adoring intensity, the way his lips quirk up into a soft smile whenever you meet them. He takes note of your joy, your sadness, when to quietly excuse both of you from a situation or when to pull you into a store when something catches your eye and you linger to admire it for even a second longer than normal. 

▷ Jason Todd is also the type of boyfriend to grow incredibly flustered if you show him that same attention. Reach for him when it’s possible, and something in his expression will soften, and he’ll curl into your touch as if it’s his shelter. Stare at him from across the room, and he’ll flush, looking away but unable to contain his shy grin. Notice the small things about him, and he’ll genuinely be awed. For so long he had no one to rely on but himself, so remind him that you see him, that you love him, that you’re there for him. It means the world to him — it really does.

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend to be surprisingly insecure, at the start of your relationship. He can walk into a room of armed drug dealers with a level of confidence and grace that makes you weak in the knees, he can yell at Batman himself until he’s breathless, but at the start of your relationship he’d struggle with the notion of telling you who he truly is and what he’s done. He can defend his decisions in front of the whole world, but there’s something terrifying about the notion that one day, you might see something broken in him, something that isn’t worth loving. It would cause him to second-guess for a long time, questioning what it is inside of him that led to everyone leaving him, and what’ll happen when you eventually find it.

▷ But eventually, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who thrives under your love and care. He learns that you don’t find him scary when he looms over you, learns that you find it incredibly attractive when you blush and smile at him. He learns to love his own scars because of the paths you kiss along them, learns to be grateful for the body he never asked for when he has the strength to pick you up — yes, no matter how heavy you are — and spin you around and listen to you laugh as you cling onto his neck. 

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who can keep up with you intellectually. You love reading, just like him? The two of you can ramble over books for hours, and there’s a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face that makes you want to kiss him breathless. You struggle with reading, for whatever reason? That’s okay; he’ll cuddle with you and read whatever he’s reading aloud to you, and if the low, soothing rumble of his voice lulls you to sleep, he’ll just smile and put the book aside and cuddle with you until you wake up and he can resume where he left off. You like math, science, humanities, arts? Jason is a learner, and a passionate one at that; he’ll always make the effort to learn what you love, and there’s few things that can compare to a day in with your boyfriend, sharing the things you care about most with the person you care about most.

▷ Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who banters with you. Inside jokes, references, sassy quips thrown back and forth, it’s all there. There’s never a dull moment with him, especially when the two of you have energy to spare. But it’s always tempered with this quiet adoration; he knows when a joke is going too far and when to pull back, he knows when you aren’t responding to the playfulness and he needs to tone it down. He’s sassy and confident and definitely one for the theatrics, but he’s also a quiet, steady presence for you whenever you need him to be.

▷ Above all else, Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who loves you so much it aches, loves you so much that even his current body — large and strong and capable as it is, the body you taught him to appreciate — can’t contain it all. His love for you seeps into everything he does, and when you return the same love to him? When you run your fingers through the white streak in his hair and buy him that book he’s wanted for ages and hold him when the nightmares keep him up at night? He finds himself thinking that maybe he came back to life just to find you, to love you, to be loved by you in return. And he’d crawl out of the grave a hundred times over to find his way back to your arms. 

♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ

Second fic on this account, yay! Sorry if this one seems a little more disorganized, I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Jason Todd and how lovely he is, and I had to get at least a fraction of them out. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 to this if I have more disorganized thoughts, who knows. I hope you enjoy all of these (slightly unorganized) musings about our lovely boy! ♡

 Also, thank you so much for the response on my first fic?? I was so nervous to post for the first time, and all of those likes genuinely made my day, so again, thank you! Next fic is going to be an NSFW one, hope you’re all excited :) 

 ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ? ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ♡

 ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

 © ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ

[arkham-prince]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ…

♬ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Hi, I’m Sasha (he/him), a silly trans guy with autism and ADHD. Welcome to my DC writing sideblog! This is mostly a place for me to be self-indulgent about my favorite character(s) which, 90% of the time, will be Jason Todd. Hoping that I can share my daydreams with all of you ♡

♬ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏ

These are my rules, as well as my dos/don’ts for when my requests are open! 

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ

My masterlist of all my works! If you’re looking for one of my fics, start by checking here

♬ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ

These are all of my WIPs! Check here to see what’s in progress, as well as what requests I’ve received

ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ: ᴏᴘᴇɴ

© ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ

[arkham-prince]

ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏ

♬ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ?

You’re more than welcome to interact with me, whether it’s to make a request or just to chat! I promise I don’t bite and I love to talk, I’m an extrovert at heart and friends are always welcome ♡

 With that being said, please do not offer unsolicited critique, and do not put my work into AI. I don’t want any chatbots based on my writing, I don’t want my writing fed into AI to come up with a continuation, etc. I won’t go into my thoughts on how ethical generative AI is, all I’ll say is that I don’t want my writing to be a part of it.

 Finally, please only interact with content that’s appropriate for your age. There will be both SFW and NSFW writing on this blog, all tagged accordingly and marked accordingly in the masterlist. Minors, please don’t interact with my NSFW works! You’re more than welcome to chat with me or engage with my SFW writing, but I will make it very clear what is and isn’t appropriate for you to read, and it’s your job to respect that.

♬ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ

Jason Todd x reader, Dick Grayson x reader, male reader (cis or trans), gender neutral (gn) reader, “difficult” topics (IE: depression, anxiety, panic attacks), disabled readers (of any disability), other forms of specific reader (autistic, ADHD, etc), NSFW.

 Note: If you want to submit a request for a specific reader type (IE: a reader with a mental illness, a disability, etc), please try to be as specific as possible! I will do my part in researching to make sure I’m as respectful as possible, but first-hand information is always better, and will help me personalize my writing to how you want those experiences represented. If little to no specifics are given, I’ll do my best given the research I can find, but then it might not be in line with what you were hoping for due to how I interpret what I’ve gathered.

♬ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ

Female reader, NSFW for child characters (ex: no NSFW in the childhood part of a childhood friends to lovers, no NSFW during age regression), good police officers, pregnancy, daddy kink.

  If you’re uncertain whether I will or won’t write your request based on what I’ve listed above, please feel free to ask! I’ll never take offense. I’ll do my best to keep this list up to date.

[arkham-prince]

ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ

⇆ ꜱᴜʙ-ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

 ♬ ꜱɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʏ: What better way to warm up from a cold day in Gotham than cuddling with your giant, warm teddy bear of a boyfriend? (gn!reader)

♬ ᴍʀ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀᴍᴀɴ: Jason Todd is the type of boyfriend who… | Or: General relationship headcanons with Jason Todd (gn!reader)

 

⇆ ꜱᴜʙ-ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

 This sub-playlist seems to have no tracks for now… 

© ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ

[arkham-prince]

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜ

 ʀᴇᴅ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰɪᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇꜱꜱ

🅴 ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰɪᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ

  ⇆ ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ

 The recording booth is silent…

  ⇆ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ

 ♬ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 🅴 — NSFW with ftm!reader

 ♬ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ — Jason helping reader handle chronic back pain

 ♬ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ — Dick learning to be confident in himself with reader’s help

  © ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴᴛ

[arkham-prince]

ꜱɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʏ

ꜱᴜʙ-ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

 ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ: ꜱɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʏ 

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♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ: 2,003 words

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Gotham’s winters are brutal and unforgiving, and you haven’t been spared from them in the slightest. Fortunately, your favorite vigilante and sweetheart of a boyfriend is right there when you get home, ready to save you from the cold.

♬ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: sfw, gnc!reader, established relationship, soft fluff, cuddling and kissing, Jason being absolutely whipped and soft for reader, reader doesn’t handle the cold or winter well, reader is generally ambiguous apart from being shorter than Jason. Very mild innuendos in two places, but nothing explicit.

Winters were already bad enough, you’d decided. The ice covering the roads, the constant cloudiness, the early nights, it all conspired to make an absolutely depressing atmosphere. Sure, it looked lovely when staring at the falling snow through a window, but being an adult meant that you couldn’t stay inside all day. You had to commute to work and to the store and wherever else you were needed because unfortunately, even if the world seemed downright miserable, life carried on.

 Then there was the added layer of Gotham being… well, Gotham.

 Ah, Gotham and its peculiarities, love it or hate it. Most of its residents — yourself included — would say both. It was a unique place, and growing up in Gotham gave you a certain fondness for it, but it had its particular way of making things just that much more difficult.

 Needless to say, combining the already horrendous season of winter and Gotham’s habit of laughing in the face of your suffering lead to a recipe for disaster.

 Everything seemed to be going wrong for you today. The sidewalks weren’t iced, at least not enough, leading to a good number of near heart attacks every time you almost lost your footing. The snow was still coming down hard during your commute to work, meaning you had to use an umbrella to keep your items safe, except the howling winds seemed determined to win a game of tug of war that you never asked for as it wrestled with you for your umbrella the whole way through.

 All of that meant that you were exhausted enough by the time you even arrived at your workplace, and after a long and tiring day, you made that same arduous walk back to the subway station only to find that the trains were being delayed. Great.

 By the time you made it back to your apartment later than you’d wanted to, you were a hundred and twenty percent done with life. You were tired, aching, more than a little grouchy, and to top it all off your face and hands felt like they were on fire. Apparently, your body could never seem to get the memo that gloves were meant to keep your hands warm, because despite wearing them you still felt as though you’d developed a case of frostbite.

 However, you weren’t given the chance to open the door yourself before it was being opened for you, and you were looking up into a pair of soft, sea green eyes that made everything in life seem worth it again.

 “Oh, sweetheart,” Jason murmured, speaking in that low voice that had the tension draining out of your shoulders without you having realized it was even there. “Rough day?” 

 “Yeah,” you breathed, and Jason didn’t force you to elaborate on it yet. He didn’t ask pointless questions, didn’t make you dwell on it any longer than you had to. Instead, he guided you inside, shutting the door behind you. 

 Rather than pulling you into the typical greeting of a hug, Jason took one of your hands in his own, carefully pulling off your glove. Then, he enveloped your hand between both of his, rubbing ever so gently without it being too much. 

 His hands were cooler than usual, you realized. Still warm — warm enough to have you sighing out in bliss as your chilled hands regained some amount of life — but not nearly as much as they usually did. Jason tended to run quite warm (your personal heater, you’d call him, prompting a soft snort and that smile that made your heart flip) so this was a surprise. Something about your shock must’ve shown in your face, because Jason’s expression suddenly seemed a bit shy, ducking his head down so his bangs partially obscured his expression. 

 “Your hands swell when they warm up too fast,” he said, softly. He always spoke softly with you. “I ran my hands under cold water, a bit before you arrived.” 

 You stared at him, and oh, you had to hold yourself back from kissing him silly right that second.

 Because it was true; multiple times, you’d rushed to warm up your freezing hands as fast as possible, only for them to burn and ache and swell until you ran them under cold water, and even then the sting would last for a little while.

 Jason had noticed. Of course he’d noticed. That was just who he was, soft and sweet and so very attentive, and—

 “You’re the best,” you said, not even trying to disguise your awe. “Seriously, Jay. You’re amazing.”

 Jason’s freckled cheeks flushed, and that blush really did look so lovely on him. So did that shy, tentative smile that crept across his lips, and the way he looked back up at you through his lashes and the soft white strands of hair falling over his face, as if you were a miracle.

 “Anything for you, love,” he muttered, kissing the back of your hand before moving to warm the other one in a similar fashion. 

 By the time Jason was done with his little ritual, your hands felt so much warmer, and your heart felt so, so much lighter. The stress you’d been carrying throughout the day seemed practically nonexistent now, to the point where you could’ve been convinced that it was all just an awful dream, and the day had actually started when Jason had pulled you through the apartment door into your own little slice of heaven.

 Jason, however, wasn’t nearly close to done. Not in the slightest.

 Because then he knelt down before you, smirking up at you when your breath hitched, and planted a soft kiss on your knee before undoing the laces of your snow boots. One, then the other, sliding each one off of your feet. 

 “You’re spoiling me,” you accused, your voice soft and a little breathless. It was hard not to have your breath taken away when he was like this, his strong hands handling you so very gently, his eyes alight with something far stronger than the word ‘love’ could ever hope to describe. Jason, for his part, just chuckled warmly.

 “You don’t deserve anything less,” he replied. Then he laughed a bit and added: “Besides, someone has to stop you from passing out in bed fully clothed.” You could only laugh and swat lightly at the side of his head in reply.

 “Look in the mirror, that’s you after patrol every night,” you teased right back, and he chuckled.

 Jason finished helping you out of your boots, your puffy winter jacket, and the thinner hoodie you’d worn underneath. Then, he swept you up into his arms, prompting you to let out a startled laugh as your arms wound around his neck.

 “Jason!” You chided, though your grin was evidence enough that you were more than happy to get the royal treatment. Jason grinned right back.

 “You’re going to take a shower, then you’re going to eat something, and then you’re not getting out of bed for the rest of the night,” he stated, plain and simple. You hummed softly, heat rising to your cheeks because of how goddamn thoughtful he was.

 “So kind,” you mused, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. “How ever can I repay you for this wonderful treatment?” you then asked, a note of faux drama in your tone, and the rumble of laughter it brought out of Jason was warmer than any amount of sunlight you could’ve asked for. But you meant it; you wanted to be able to take care of him, too.

 “Just let me do this for you,” he said softly. “Really, that’s all I need.”

 Once again, you hummed in reply. Jason was like that, sometimes, giving and giving and expecting nothing back. It broke your heart a little bit, but at the same time, that just meant that you had to redouble your efforts. Spoiling your boyfriend was a privilege, after all.

 “I’m going to cuddle you and give you all the kisses you could ask for,” you decided. By now, Jason had arrived at the bathroom door, and had set you down. That flush was back on his cheeks again by the time you looked up at him, but he was still grinning, warm and adoring.

 “That works as a payment,” he said, as if it had been up for debate. “Now, if you want me to have dinner ready by the time you’re done—” 

 “Jay,” you said, stopping him. You reached up, cradling his face in your warm palms, watching as something in his expression broke apart tenderly before he leaned into the touch like a puppy craving affection. There was an ache in your chest, fierce and adoring, and you pulled him down to press your lips to his. It was brief and soft and sweet, and when you pulled apart from him you whispered: “I love you. So much.”

 “I love you too,” Jason whispered back, seeming a bit dazed. His hands were wrapped ever so gently around your wrists, as if expecting you to disappear any moment but imploring you to stay. Then he seemed to remember himself after blinking a few times, kissing your forehead. “Go,” he urged, “I’ll have dinner ready in a bit.”

 The rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a peaceful haze. You took a warm shower, got dressed in a set of soft pajamas, ate dinner with Jason (and showered his cooking with compliments, of course), and soon found yourself being dragged to the bedroom. It didn’t take long for Jason to settle against you, head resting against your chest, arms wrapped around your waist to hold you close. Your hands found their way into his hair, carding through his curls, and he sighed contentedly.

 “You’re like an oversized puppy,” you mused, only for Jason to huff. He shimmied up a little so he could nip at the underside of your jaw in retaliation, prompting a choked-off noise from you. You swore you could feel his grin against your skin.

  “I can bite, if that’s what you want,” he practically purred, and you pushed his face away from your neck while turning your own head away to hide your blush. Based on the way Jason laughed, it didn’t work.

 “Oh— hush,” you spluttered, prompting Jason to laugh again. Then, you added: “Hold that thought until tomorrow. I might take you up on it.”

 “Sure, baby,” Jason responded, easily settling against you once more. He made sure to kiss the spot he’d grazed with his teeth earlier, a lighthearted apology that wasn’t actually needed, but very much appreciated. “I’ll be here all night.”

 And that was the kicker of it, really. Sometimes, you felt as though you didn’t do enough for Jason in return for everything he did for you. He cared for you in a million different ways, anchoring you and cheering you up and caring for you when the exhaustion of a cold, dreary day settled deep into your bones. How could you possibly care for a man who seemed so strong, so capable, so willing to give?

 It was exactly like this — holding him, letting him hold you, rubbing soft circles into his temples with your thumbs and watching the way he allowed himself to relax. You were his sanctuary, a reminder that he never had to spend another night alone, freezing in the cold with no one to comfort him. No more nights in a run down apartment that couldn’t shelter him from even a light breeze, no more winter days on the streets, no more cold, lonely months searching for a home. He’d found one already, and it was in your arms, warm and safe.

 “I’ll be here too,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. “Always, Jay.”

 Jason let out a soft, drowsy noise, pressing his face further into your chest. In response, you could only smile.

 Winters weren’t so bad after all, as long as you had your boyfriend with you. 

♬ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ

First post on the new blog, yay! Jason Todd my soft and sweet beloved… this was very much inspired by my first year of university, moving from a place with no snow to a place where it snowed for half the year was certainly an adjustment, and I sure wish I had someone like Jason to keep me warm :( I hope that you like my very first fic, there’s a lot more to come!

 ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ? ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋʟɪꜱᴛ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ♡

 ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ

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