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Watching HTTYD get widely popular again after Ive been obsessed with it for years makes my heart happy 😔 but also the one girl who made fun of me for liking it bc “it was for boys” now loves it and is like all giggly about it like… apologies. Now.

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When Jason said “you never hit Joker that hard and you hate him”

I lowkey started crying because I’m too sensitive 😭 and also ow

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Favorite Physical and Personality Attributes

Mixed bag(cross posted on my tik tok)

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The kinda guy to…

Percy Jackson

(This was requested I have so many requests to keep doing these)

- He’s just always around you, no matter what. Not in a clingy way just in a he’s around way😭

“There’s only so many places in camp I can go okay!”

- Daydreams looking at you, giggling and thinking about how he can’t wait for his mom to meet you.

- you’re overstimulated and overwhelmed?? Okay, he’s throwing you in the lake. In his air bubble duh. He’s just sitting at the end of the pier waiting for you to come up to the surface again.

- Some might think he’s a yapper, but I like to think he also needs his quiet time. Although quiet time is interrupted by both of you making random noises or saying random things.

- Says “Y/N look!” Whenever he’s going to do something cool. Even if it’s mildly subpar, he wants your attention.

- Even though he has a cabin all to himself, he shows up outside of yours, blanket over him, looking at you with his blue eyes like a kicked puppy for you to let him in.

…

You always do.

- His love language to receive is words of affirmation. Tell him he’s doing great, that he’s the most handsome guy ever, that he’s super brave. Whatever it is, he’s beaming for the rest of the day like “yeah?? Well… my Y/N said I’m super cute so… I think I’m winning.”

- Before his growth spurt, he used to just lay his head on your shoulder, but after, his chin rests atop your head while talking.

- If he’s out on a mission, Iris calls you at least once a day.

“Percy, you are going to run out of drachmas.”

“…worth it?”

- When Luke was at camp, he thought you had a crush on Luke. You looked at him in disgust.

“He’s like a big brother to me ew… always went around him cuz you’d be there…”

- he’s the only child, so he gets to sit with you when you decide to eat.

- You cropped him CHB shirt, as a silly lil prank. He wore it. Did not care. You were going to bite his arm.

- One time, you brought back vanilla ice cream. You were about to share it when he asked if it was blue. From then on, you always mix in blue food coloring before giving him some. He knows you do that just for him and it makes him so happy you care that much.

- Much like Leo, gets scared if he hears his full name from you. Like what did he do that warrants such violence 😔

- Matching pjs. Hello Kitty? Sure. Sharks? Double sure. Dinosaurs? I don’t see why not. Whatever you want, he’ll wear it, just because he’s matching with you.

- when he’s talking to new campers he’ll randomly mention you by name and when they ask who you are he gets all giggly.

“So, here’s the archery range… different cabin leaders take the lead here but one you’ll probably work with the most is Y/N-“

“Who’s Y/N?”

*giggles*

“she’s my girlfriend!”

- Randomly leaves gifts on your bed. Randomly brings you food.

- He asks if you would dye a streak of his hair blue. You do, and dye a streak yourself. You’re matching now. He loves it.

- Finds out all of your favorites and has them written down so wherever he goes he knows your favorite candy, snacks, chips, drinks, meals to be able to bring it back.

- By default, he always gets blue slushies. By default, you always get red. By default, your tongues end up purple.

- He’s sassy and sarcastic, and much like Leo knows all the drama.

“You’ll never believe what I just heard. Apparently Jani from the Ares cabin is dating Billy from the Aphrodite cabin, however! Jani-“

- Takes you to the bottom of the lake, just to be like “and here’s Fred. He’s a northern pike-“

- He talks to the horses at the stable about you all the time. And the fish. And his dad the few times he’s seen him.

- “I love… I love… I love I love I love-“ “thank god finally… what the fu-“

(Vocal stims at you)

- He came back and was in med bay because of course he was, and in his delirious state as you come in and try to touch his face to check on him he goes “nooo don’t… don’t touch… I… I have… I have a GIRLFRIEND… my girlfriend would… not like you… touching me”

“Percy, dearest, I AM your girlfriend.”

“Oh wow…”

- Has tried to push you into the water. Multiple times. Kind of how he gets pushed in to heal. He forgets it doesn’t work for everyone.

- Always admires how you try to take the place of the younger kids in camp when they get assigned to quests. Always holds and comforts you when they don’t come back.

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The Kinda Guy To…

Steven Meeks ver!

My boyyy ❤️

- Steven is the kind of guy to take courting very seriously.

- He wants to do everything the right way and show you that he is a gentleman, and not all crass like other guys

- Makes up for lost time when he gets back from Welton. Any breaks he's home for he's most likely spending time with you.

- On a night when he and the boys escaped from Welton and they got drunk... he tries to go to a telephone, desperate to call you but Todd and Pitts, the two designated sober men, stop him. He actually whines and pouts for you until you show up to take care of him. (Pitts called on the same phone he didn't let Meeks use. He wasn't dealing with a drunk roommate all night no sir)

- Calls you the future Mrs. Meeks after you've been dating a while.

- Let's be honest, he has never had a girlfriend. The only reason he's dating you is because you met at a bookstore when he was out and you exchanged addresses, and gave him your home phone number.

- Reads his latin textbooks to you as a form of studying.

- Let's be real, he's a highly intelligent guy who is interested in you because you are also intelligent and love having conversations with him about challenging subjects. He loves an intellectual woman who knows what she wants and how she wants it. Is that strange for a guy in 1959? Yes. But, he wouldn't have it any other way.

- At Dead Poets meetings he had always listened, not really having his own poetry to share... until... he had you. Then people couldn't get him to shut up.

- Mentions you in every interaction. At a coffee shop and a girl tries to flirt with him about his book or something he's just like:

"Oh thanks... my darling girlfriend recommended it."

Some girl likes his jacket?

"Thank you. My beloved girlfriend also loves it. She gave it to me."

Everything is "my girlfriend" this and "my girlfriend" that. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

- Says he can't wait to grow old and do taxes for you, and become boring old people together. He mentions it randomly, and it leaves you shocked

- Can't stop petting random cats and holding them looking at you with his puppy dog eyes like "can we pleaseeee bring it home."

- Could be completely off board with a plan and then you say it's worth a shot at least, and he's completely on board with it now, ready to sacrifice his life for the cause! (It was trying to sneak something on campus that most definitely wasn't allowed)

- Will never ever let you pay. He has the money, why the hell would he let you pay?

- Not a physical touch guy, surprisingly. He more so enjoys just being in your company, and he's a big acts of service giver.

- Super sweet baby all the time

- He always dresses nice, even when out of Welton.

- Sends you letters weekly. Send you poems in your letters bi weekly. Sends you a care package monthly. He's a very orderly guy! Care packages include your favorite candies, one of his sweaters(with his cologne on it duh), and odd knickknacks he found that reminded him of you. Always a new book you've been wanting to read included.

- Sneaks you onto campus and into his dorm, has never been caught. He's one of the most well behaved boys at Welton (as far as admin knows) why would they suspect him?

- Yaps. Yap yap yap. Only time he's quiet is when he listen to you yap. His friends (cough cough Charlie cough cough) call you a "pair of bash ears."(old slang for a chatterbox)

- You know how he smokes from that pipe? Yeah, you begged to try it even though it wasn't lady like, and he doesn't really care, he just knows you can't smoke 😔. You choke on the smoke. He sits there like "I told you so."

- Never outwardly corrects you on anything, unless you're" extremely incorrect. Big fan of "kiss me if I'm wrong but...Rome's main language was French right?" He loves it.

- Speaking of, yapper make out sessions?! He literally keeps talking when you’re making out like the second you pull away for air he’s still talking about whatever you two were talking about.

- Promise ringggg. He gets you a new one every year to the point where you’re like “I don’t have enough space and only a limited amount of fingers.😔” to which he replies “Well, you’ll only need one finger for your wedding band so…”

- Awkward until he’s been with you for a bit. Then he’s a little more flirty, but still very respectful and still shy.

- Makes you a record (yes like sends it to make) of all the songs that remind him of you, and all of the songs you love.

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So if I was… hypothetically.. writing my first smut and it’s just Jason Todd getting his girlfriend off, and then she repays him… we cool with that,

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Gentle Lover

Dick Grayson x Reader

Meow.

Warnings: Canon deaths(parents), death, mentions of blood, uhhh allusion to SA? I think that's how I'm gonna put it because nothing happens, but it’s implied it might happen, swearing, I think that's it! Let me know if I missed any.

Before you, his mind was always clouded over, he felt like he was missing something that he couldn't quite explain.

The moment he met you, his vision felt brighter, and the noise in his mind stopped.

Well, the second time he meets you...

The first time he met you he was a happy kid.

The second time he been through so much, his brain is all foggy. Countless nights of no sleep. Women and men alike throwing themselves at him. He didn't want all their attention... it started the ongoing conversation around him being a playboy.

A rumor he hated. Because he was nothing like that. He didn't even sleep with anyone unless he knew he loved them and... there wasn't many people that passed that.

He tried one nightstands before, don’t get him wrong, but they just weren't his style. He wasn't a casual guy. He couldn't be casual.

The first time he met you was on that tragic night...

——

You were in the crowd waiting for the circus to start punching tickets, a little girl like any other, going to the circus. A rich little girl at that.

Your parents were some of the most influential people in Gotham, your father the owner of the hospitals in Gotham, and one that gave free healthcare to underprivileged families... Your mother was an advocate for families in crime ally and the brutality they faced.

Somehow, they had a lot of enemies.

You had gone away from your parents, always the rebellious little lady, and snuck into one of the tents.

Inside were glittering outfits and mirrors, yellow lights. You heard someone behind you.

"Excuse me miss... y-you can't be back here..."

"O-oh... um..." you turned, and saw a little boy around your age, dark curly hair, bright blue eyes, tan skin. He was dressed in one of the leotards that acrobatics performers used.

You gave a small smile and a whispered apology, stating you were merely curious about the circus, which was true. He smiled back at you, and nodded.

"Alright then... um... my name is Richard Grayson! But you can call me Dick. I'm 11, um.... What's your name?" He asked, introducing himself, reaching out his hand.

You took his hand, "Y/N L/N... I'm 10. Wait Grayson like-"

He laughed and nodded proudly, you didn't even have to finish the sentence for him to know what you meant. With his hand in yours, he took you around showing you different things in the circus. It wasn't allowed... but he made an exception just because! Totally not cuz you were really pretty... no on course not.

"Woah... what are those?" You marveled, pointing at the dark green silks hanging from a beam.

"Oh those are aerial silks... they're pretty cool," he said, walking over to them. He smiled brightly, "D'you wanna... try them out? I can teach you... won't let you get hurt..."

You thought for a moment and looked at the time. You still had about an hour to kill. So you nodded, walking closer.

"D'you have shorts under your skirt? It would be improper for me to help you and accidentally make you indecent," he asked, almost eloquently.

You blushed and nodded, having safety shorts under all of your dresses.

——

A little while later you were hanging upside down from the silks.

"Dick I'm scared!" You whimper, seeing the fall to the ground.

"Don't be scared. Trust me."

He said it like he had magic that would stop you midair, with so much reassurance, you couldn't help but trust him. You did what he showed you, and dropped down, the silk unfolding and stopping before you hit the ground. You squealed and laughed, having so much fun, the rush of the fall, your hair whipping around, your skirts puffing out.

"That was so much fun! You get to do this everyday?" You asked as he helped you out of the silks.

He laughed and shook his head, "No... I don't do silks. I mean I know how to use them but I don't do it as my main thing."

He lay down and did a handstand on one hand, showing off with a 'ta daaaa' that made you laugh. He stood back up and smiled. Your laugh was infectious. He wanted to hear you do it over and over and over.

"Richard Grayson!"

He flinched and turned around with a sheepish look on his face.

"Hi dad..." he mumbled, knowing he was in trouble... maybe.

"We were worried about you kiddo... oh? Who's your friend...?" His father asked, kneeling down to be more at eye level with his son, noticing you standing behind him.

You fidgeted with your skirt waving at the older man.

"Oh this is Y/N! I-I was teaching her some stuff... she was um lost... back here..." Dick explained, softly putting an arm around your shoulders.

"Y/N L/N!"

You heard a shrill voice shriek as your mother came marching in.

"H-hi momma..." you said, now even more embarrassed.

"Are you okay? Why would you run off?! Who is this boy? Did he-"

"Momma! I'm fine... this is Richard Grayson... he was just showing me the stuff they do," you defended.

She sighed and smiled, relieved you had been accompanied the whole time, before urging you to say your goodbyes.

"Alright honey, say good bye... your father is waiting for us at our seats."

You pouted and looked over at Dick who also had a semblance of a pout. You sighed.

"Bye bye Dick... good luck tonight... I-I'm sure you'll do great!" You whispered softly.

"We don't need luck! We've never made a mistake!" He laughed, saying it proudly, puffing up his chest.

You laughed, nodding, "What kinda treat should I get? They allow me one every time we go watch something... plus we get popcorn to share."

He thought for a moment before answering, "Cotton Candy... it's sweet... just like you."

You blushed at the boy's declaration, nodding. While your respective parents spoke behind you, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek before running over to your mother, who stared to lead you away.

"Wowza..."

He would definitely keep his eyes peeled for you in the crowd....

Then he turned to his dad and asked, "Hey when did you meet mom?"

——

The circus was entertaining but you were looking out for one person in particular. At one point he came out just to do small things around the edge of the arena. You were at the front and stood up, giggling when he went past you. He smirked and pulled you into the arena.

"What are you doing?!" You whisper yelled.

"It's a part of the performance! Usually my mom or dad come do it but... I asked cuz I wanted to do it with you..."

You laughed and he grabbed your hand, leading in a silly waltz as the performers behind him did their actual dance. It was like a comedy. He did a handstand, then motioned for you to do the same. You shook your head.

He shrugged and did a quick backbend to get back up.

"C'mon... I'll help!" He whispered.

You gave in, nodding. He helped you get your legs up, and held your skirt so it wouldn't fly up. You giggled and he helped you back up, giving you a twirl and hoisting you up on his shoulder. You squealed, and held him. He put you on the border, so you could go back to your seat. Your hand held onto his still before he had to slip out of your grip.

You sat back down, almost pouting at the loss off talking to the boy. Your parents merely laughed and said that was cute.

Eventually, the Flying Graysons were announced and you watched in soft amazement for the first few minutes before...

You watched as his parents fell, but before anything else happened, you felt your parents cover your eyes.

Two loud bangs were heard, and you felt your parents cover you.

The crowd around you screamed and panicked but you were too little to lift your parents off of you.

"Momma... momma what's wrong...? You're crying... so much... it's getting me all wet," you whispered softly, tears filling your own eyes. "Daddy? What's happening I'm scared!"

A while later, you were sat next to Dick, wrapped in a blanket in blood stained clothes, he was still in his show clothes. The EMTs tried to explain what happened in terms a child would understand but... even then it was pretty heavy news.

You cried and cried, Dick doing the same next to you. You both held each other tightly until your aunt came to get you.

"Promise you'll find me?"

"Promise."

——

You had been placed into your favorite aunt's care after that. You never did hear from Dick again until a few years later.

You were 21 now, attending your final semester at Gotham University, and decided to walk to get ice cream. Yeah, that was a stupid idea because now, you were tied up in an alley by some guys.

They had already beaten you up a little, gotten you pretty good with that switchblade. But you refused to be their victim. You kicked when they got close, as they were unable to tie your legs, and you seemed to be decently strong.

"Let me go you assholes! Help-"

"Shut it princess. Cmon... no one is coming to save ya so how about you use that pretty lil mouth-"

Suddenly you watched them fall to ground with a groan. You saw a man standing behind them, holding two metal staffs, and saw the blue mark on his chest.

Nightwing.

"Oh, sorry... what was that you were saying? Cuz it seems like your mouth could be used for something else too... cuz right now you're choking on your own words... Lucky it's me on patrol and not Red Hood or you'd be choking on the barrel of a gun. So, I'll give you both ten seconds to get the hell outta here. 10...9..."

At the man's words, both started bolting. As soon as they were gone, he kneeled down in front of you, undoing your bindings.

"Are you alright Miss...?" He asks softly, noticing the nasty looking gash on your thigh.

"L/N... Y/N L/N."

You watched as the vigilante's eyes widened. He helped you up.

Could it be...?

"L/N huh? Crazy question... did you go to a circus say... 12 years ago?"

You nodded, and frowned.

"Um... um... we're gonna need to patch you up... if you don't mind... coming with me?" He asked, suddenly a bit nervous at the thought.

_-_-_

He had explained to Batman why he was taking you back to the batcave... and the bat knew better than to stop him, even through his protests, he could see that this went past helping an injured civilian.

You lay in a chair of sorts as the man patched you up. It was quiet except for your winces and his soft apologies.

"You... remind me of someone I knew..." you whisper finally. He looks up, and bites his lip. Should... he?

I mean, it's you... he could tell you... right?

"Who knows maybe I am?" He joked, looking up from your injury as he finished bandaging you up.

You laughed, and he smiled that charming smile of his. He missed that laugh... your laugh hadn't changed a bit. Still as bright and cheerful as that day.

"Well... you're all patched up," he said awkwardly.

"And you're sure none of these stitches will pop out? Should I wish you luck?" You joked, standing up from the chair, back turned the masked vigilante.

"We don't need luck! We've never made a mistake..."

You froze up, and turned slowly to face him. However, the man was no longer wearing his mask.

"Hey..."

"...hi."

"Long time no see- hmph-"

You almost tackled him as you hugged him. He was unsure of what to do with the sudden affection but returned it once it registered in his mind.

_-_-_

He had taken you up to the manor, and told you everything you'd missed the past 12 years, and you returned the favor.

"My god... I never... I mean I heard Dick Grayson on the news occasionally... like son of Bruce Wayne but I never... god it never clicked!" You explained, feeling stupid.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up.... You found me eventually?" he tried to comfort.

"Yeah... yeah."

——

After that, he never let you go again. Truly. He asked you out on dates and always invited you to galas. You never really liked attending and going through the front where all the paparazzi could see you two.

You kept your relationship on the more private side. Private, but not a secret.

However, for this gala, it was imperative you made the public appearance. No sneaking in through the multitude of secret doors and rooms around the mansion.

Paparazzi were everywhere outside Wayne manor, and you had your arm hooked with Dick's. You unhooked your arm with his and posed for pictures with him smiling sweetly as you reached up, fixing his hair.

He gave you that charming smile you got so used to seeing, melting into your touch.

Someone from a news station called you over and you obliged, dragging Dick along with you. He followed, hand on the small of your back, leading you over.

"Miss! So, you've actually been around him for a while yes?" They ask.

You nod softly, explaining how you had met at that circus all those years ago, and how... you found each other again because of a mutual late night ice cream craving… that was the civilian story…

"Well, consider us shocked. Has one of Gotham's biggest playboys finally settled down?"

You felt Dick tense beside you. This question always made you upset. Dick was not a playboy. He may have been a lot of things, but a man who messes with love is not one.

"I've answered this question before. Calling Dick a playboy is like calling the Joker sane. It's absolutely not true. Your perception of him is completely off if you think that of him," you defended, feeling his hand find yours. "Dick, darling, why don't we head inside?"

He was more than happy to oblige.

"You know you don't... have to defend me against the evil force that is gossip bloggers right?" He said, giving you a silly smile, though you could see his sadness through it.

"I always will though. Wanna know why? Because I know you. They don't. And the way they perceive you makes you upset. If it makes you upset, then it upsets me as well."

He smiled at you, squeezing your hand.

Through the whole night you could tell he was getting tired, all the people, reporters... the people flirting with him.

"Oh cmon why don't you come with me... I'm sure your little plaything won't mind~" a woman cooed, touching his arm.

You were right beside him, glaring at her, about to step in to tell her to get her hands off your man, when he spoke up.

He pulled away from her grip, "No thanks. I'm taken by my girlfriend. I don't have playthings. Plus I don't really sleep with anyone I don't have feelings for, and honestly none of your attributes, physical or otherwise interest me in the slightest. Also, the biggest point here is that I am a taken man, and not a cheater."

She huffed and walked away, muttering, “Some playboy he is…”

Dick let out a tired groan.

"Wanna go home babe?" You asked quietly.

He nodded. He didn't want to think. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to be responsible. He didn’t want to keep masking how he really felt all the time. He was so used to caring for everyone else, he was always shocked when you cared for him. He had forgotten what that felt like until you.

You both headed out to his car. He opened the passenger side door for you, letting you get in before softly closing the door. When he got into the car, he held your hand on the center console, the other on the steering wheel as he took you home.

When you entered your apartment, Dick immediately began taking off his tie and suit jacket, holding them as he made a direct trail to the room. You laughed, following closely.

You took off your jewelry,  then took bobby-pins after bobby-pins out of your hair, you wiped off your makeup, and asked Dick for his help in getting out of the dress.

Dick, who was already in his boxers laying starfish on your shared bed, sat up and walked over, softly unzipping it.

"God... it feels so good to breathe," you joked, getting out of your clothes and into your pajamas as Dick got back into the bed, groaning.

A moment of silence passed until you heard him take a deep breath.

"...Y/N do you think I'm a playboy? Do I like... come off as a person who only wants a fun time? Like... do you think I'll leave you if someone new comes around like just at the drop of a hat-"

You frown. Your poor traumatized boyfriend. You crawled into the bed, softly caressing his face.

"Dick, of course not. I know you. And you are not a playboy... you said it yourself you only sleep with people you have a relationship with... a connection. It was with us and how long were we together before we had sex? We were official, and you still took it slow… and that’s what I love about you… You're a romantic sap, and you admit it and I love that about you… you’re honest and straightforward about what you want. You’re not a casual lover, and you don’t do casual relationships. I know you would never leave me just because. You love like it’s your last day every single day," you whisper comforting him.

You knew the tabloids got to him, they often mistook his actions and mischaracterized him in the media. They had been saying for years he was a playboy, but now that he was in a relationship, they couldn't feed the drama anymore. So, they tried to speculate on your relationship, even photoshopping pictures of both of you together and making them look like another person. You never paid any mind to them, knowing your beloved would never betray you. A relationship had to be built on trust, and you trusted Dick more than anyone in your life.

He sighed, "I'm sorry I'm such a mess babe..."

"Dick, it's okay to need help... it’s okay to need reassurance… I'm your girlfriend, that's what girlfriends do," you mumbled, pressing soft kisses to his knuckles.

"No... not all girlfriends... just you."

Dick had always had to be the strong one in his past relationships. He was already tired from everything else going on in his life, from the Titans.. to the justice league… to the young justice league… Vigilantes like Red Hood… scratch that, god Jason was his own category of mess… to the family affairs... he just couldn't catch a break. He was an exhausted oldest brother, caring for everyone all the time. He was the one everyone went to for advice and for help. The one they went to when they shattered and couldn’t piece themselves back together again…

And he felt like he could just melt when he was in your arms.  He sighed and began to kiss your shoulder and neck, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you s’much... you're so perfect for me I love you," he muttered between gentle kisses as his hands traveled to your waist, his thumbs rubbing in circles. "So beautiful... so lovely... so sweet and wonderful... so caring… and gorgeous… oh my Y/N… my Y/N… all mine… I love you so much."

You giggled, and held his hand softly.

"Dick..."

"I do... I love you... love you s'much...never letting you go... never..."

Dick Grayson was a lot of things. But above all, he was a lover boy with a need to express his affections to you.

"Gonna... marry... you... one... day..." he murmured between kisses, making you blush, and tense up a bit at the declaration.

He froze, realizing what he had just said.

"Sorry I... fuck I messed up didn't I...? I'm sorry just forget I said anything I-" he started apologizing, pulling away from you.

You turned to face him, gently cupping his face, fixing his dark hair.

"Don't apologize my love... that was cute..." you whisper, as he sought out your touch.

"Don't think I'm moving too fast...?" He mumbled. "You aren't gonna leave cuz I said that?"

"Oh Dick... I would never leave for something so pure... I love you too y'know? And I can't wait to marry you one day," you say, gently kissing his lips.

He smiles into the kiss, holding you tightly against him.

Yeah…. He would never let you go again.

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The type of guy to…

Leo Valdez edition :p

Requested ‼️ so many character requests so so much time to do it bc it's summer break let's GOOOOO

Also I'm Puerto Rican, so the nicknames and sayings are things I actively hear and or use so 😭

Leo Valdez is the kind of guy to...

- Openly flirt with you everywhere. Any time, any place. Even at the most inappropriate times. Like... such bad timing...

"Leo, you literally burned him when you touched him-"

"I burn when I touch you cuz you're so hot babe."

"..."

"..."

"Leo-"

"Bad timing bad timing I know-"

- Find the stupidest looking things and says "us for real mami." And it's just two branches twisted together😭

- Won't touch you because he's absolutely terrified of hurting you. He can't control his powers too well and he's scared of hurting you and pushing you away.

- His favorite love language to give is acts of service. He loves doing things for you, or making things for you. If he knows you're really stressed and your bunk is getting a little bit too messy, he tidies up your space. You forgot to eat? No worries, he brought you a plate with all your favorites.

- Raccoon vibes. Sees a shiny thing and HAS to bring it to you.

- Has made you one of those welded flowers. You keep it on your nightstand.

- Speaking of things he does for you, I headcanon he wears steel toe boots because he works in the forge all day basically, so he lets you, under his supervision, brand your initials onto them.

- He shows everyone.

- Touch starved is an understatement. However, he prefers when you give him words of affirmation. If he can't bring himself to touch you out of fear, then you just make up for it with loving words until he's comfortable and ready.

- When he is, he never lets go of you. You will never sleep alone again. You will never need a heater during the winter months because Leo runs extremely hot. He's an actual human furnace. Like... literally.

- When other people flirt with you he's like "mhm I know, she's bad as hell isn't she? Yeah I'm so glad she's MY GIRLFRIEND." He's not even jealous because he's like... you're literally so beautiful I know you're gonna turn heads, I don't care because you'll never find anyone better than this guy.

- Gives you a ring he made with your favorite metal and gems.

- Also big into giving you things, like mentioned before. However, Leo is an intentional gift giver who spends hours trying to come up with the perfect thing for you.

- Loves it when you put on his goggles because you look so cute.

- You always wonder why he spends hours doing one task that would have taken other campers maybe 30 minutes to an hour. He responds with "El bago hace doble el trabajo." The lazy person does double the work. When he does something, he does it right the first time even if it takes him hours.

- Sassy man apocalypse. Chismoso powers. You want the gossip on anything in camp? Somehow Leo knows and he's not like other guys who say 'I dunno I didn't ask', he comes out with the full story.

"Well then he's sleeping with her best friend, however the best friend claims she didn't know they were together, but Ali insists that she did. Now that she may have said something I don't know, Pero eso son otros 20." (But that's another 20. It's an expression used like... well that may have happened but that's a whole different story)

- Man is always dirty from working all the time. However, he never ever smells... bad. He always smells like smoke and cinnamon, and you will NEVER catch him being dirty or underdressed when he goes anywhere with you.

- Leo is scared that he will hurt you. He's even more scared that his fear will make him push you away and that you'll leave because of it.

- Leo always calls you the silliest nicknames. From serious ones like: mi vida, mi cielo, mi amor, mami, babe, sweetheart, love etc.... To the funny ones that he says to make you laugh: babygurl(said while biting his lip and making a chad face) honeybun, apple of my eye(he thinks it's hilarious)

- Started calling you his girlfriend since before you were dating

- "if we get married do you... Excuse me, WHEN we get married, will you be taking my last name or keeping yours? Or do you wanna hyphenate it? Ooh maybe I could take yours! Y/N Valdez does have a nice ring to it... but so does Y/N L/N-Valdez... has a nicer ring than Leo L/N..."

- Calls you his wife. No one bats an eye. Especially not at camp when it's uncertain who will make it that far as many Demi gods don't make it long enough to marry their loves.

"Everyone shut up my wife is talking."

"Nah, my wife is the brains of this."

- Called you crazy and called you woman in the same sentence. Never again.

"Are you crazy woman?!? Estás loca pal carajo!"

"...Leónidas Valdez."

He almost dies in that moment, especially if you yourself are Hispanic because... uh oh.

- Overall, he's just a lover boy and wants to make everyone aware of how much he loves you and how awesome you are and-

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These are so cute!! Can we please get some more luke ones? No pressure <3

The Type of Guy To…

[Luke Castellan]

Luke Castellan headcanons :) because I got an ask to make more Luke things um I hope this is what you meant 😭😭 if it’s not let me know and I’ll make something new ! Thanks for being my first asks I’m actually so honored ‼️

- Put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans/pants, skirts that have back pockets. He does this instead of holding your hand when it's hot

- If you wear hair ribbons, he wants one the same color. Not to tie in his hair, no! To tie on his wrist because... matching.

- On that note, since camp dresscode(??? Everyone wears the same shirt) you're always matching clothes. So he probably asks if one of your beads on your camp necklace can match with his.

- Definitely sneaks you into his cabin after hours.

- Touch starved and makes it your problem. Like I'm talking draped himself over you mid conversation, sweaty from training and just flops over you. Has to be touching you at all times.

- He's the kind that gets back from a quest and is greeted by Chiron asking for how it went, casualties and whatnot. Ignores that. Goes straight to you. The conversation goes as follows:

"Luke. Welcome back, how-"

"I'm going to be so honest I don't care about this conversation right now, but I will care after I see Y/N."

It's gotten to the point where everyone knows, doesn't ask, just point in the direction of where you are, and assumes he'll be back in an hour after he's done talking to you

- Luke is the kind of guy that doesn't hide things from you. At all. You were the first person he told about his secret and his first recruit

- he always makes time to spend with you even with all his duties in camp.

- He's cried to you about his problems, knowing you wouldn't judge him. Because he doesn't date anyone he can't trust

- Matter of fact, Luke Castellan has never dated anyone before you, period.

- Luke Castellan is the type of guy who looks confident and like he totally knows what he's doing, but behind closed doors, the first time you two kissed it was awkward and inexperienced.

- What he lacks in experience he makes up for with his enthusiasm

- He can only sleep if you're with him. He has less nightmares when you sleep with him. He doesn't know if it's a trick his mind plays on him or because you're secretly a witch. Whatever it is, he definitely does not care.

- Clingy.

- He's jealous, but not in an obsessive way. He trusts you. He doesn't trust them. And if anyone flirts with you, they better watch out at sword fighting practice. And you know that later, in private, he'll ask if you really want to be with him, and if he really deserves someone as perfect as you.

- Going with the hand in pocket thing, sometimes he does it just to grab your ass.

"...Castellan."

That's his first warning that he's in trouble.

"...yes?"

"Either your hand is in mine or still in my pocket but stop grabbing my ass in front of everyone."

"Yes ma'am."

- confessed on accident in front of everyone at a campfire when some older (at the time) campers asked if he could kiss the prettiest girl in camp, who would he assume they were talking about? He answered with your name like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He later tells you hit for real this time.

- If you had been in the running away to camp crew, he kind of got used to sharing a sleeping bag with you for warmth. So he still needs to be pressed up against you, the blankets cocooned around you both. Even though it’s summer at Camp, and he’s a human furnace.

- Every time he made an offering (before he decided nah. Fuck the gods) he would always say something to his dad and then to Lady Aphrodite. He would beg to get to keep you because he had never liked anyone like he loved you.

- “she’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen…”

You are actively yelling and cussing out Ares campers for messing up your archery drill.

- He’ll never say it, but he finds it attractive when you take the lead on things. You’re a camp counselor for your own cabin, you’re in charge of archery and a few other things and he loves his concentrated you look. How you hate people being stupid.

- He’s a tired oldest brother… everyone needs him for every thing. To tuck them in, to banish monsters from under the bed, to threaten the closet monster, to braid hair. He’s just so exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally. After a long day of helping everyone, you’re the only one who takes over for a bit or who comforts him. And he loves you endlessly for that.

-he says I love you like two weeks in. Because he does. Doesn’t get why you’re blushing 😔

-Very protective. Because you’re all he has. Besides Annabeth, you are everything to him. Because he knows that Annabeth won’t join him. He knows how mad she’ll be… after he leaves the camp, he gets worse. Because he doesn’t want to be alone.

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Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?

Jason Todd x Reader

Yes. Inspired by the song from epic that I put here. Cried writing this. Have fun. Also I use the lyrics, change them up a bit because there is no olive tree bed 😔

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, blood, scars, trauma, uhh... Angst, hurt comfort.

It had been...

4 years, 2 months, 17 days, 4 hours, and 22 minutes

Since the death of Jason Todd. Your Jason. As depressing as it was, you kept track of the exact time you had found out. Bruce told you, you had been at the manor waiting for Jason to get back with Bruce…he knew how close you two were.

You were more than close. Sure, it could have been interpreted as puppy love, since you were both 15, but you both had known it was more than that.

It didn't matter how long it had been, you felt empty. No one could replace Jason. You'd wait forever for him... even if it was silly to think that he would come back.

The Waynes had kept close with you, making sure you didn't do anything stupid, ie, try to avenge his death or become co-dependent on an addictive substance.

Tim sent you texts and random videos with things to check on you, mostly memes and brainrot because he knew it would make you laugh. Dick and Damian were the two brothers that came to your place often. Damian mostly because he was dragged along.

The often stayed, Dick talking to you and helping out, while Damian insisted on helping you cook.

So it surprised you to see all three brothers at your door in casual clothes, not their suits and not coming in from the window. Yet they all were panting and out of breath.

It had been an uneventful day. You had cleaned and gone through your things... Jason's things. The music box... you picked it up, holding it gently.

——

Jason had been working on something on the fire escape for days now. Every time you tried to see what he was doing, he hid it.

You pouted endlessly for about a week as you were left in the dark about whatever he was doing.

Wednesday afternoon, after finishing your chores you went to the fire escape.

Seeing Jason there but not tinkering meant he was done with whatever he was making. So you went over, climbing out onto the fire escape and sat beside him quietly.

To be petty for the week and a half of no Jason time, you ignored him as he called for your attention. In response to this, Jason poked your shoulder repeatedly until you looked at him. When you did... he handed you a small wooden box.

"Woah... what's this?" You asked, all anger forgotten in a second.

"Open it! Please..." he says, looking away and blushing softly.

You open it, and music starts playing softly. You remember the tune as one you had told him made you fall asleep.

The box was dark wood, with uneven edges, it was obvious he had cut it and done it himself. But it was perfect to you... because he made it.

"I-I um... do you like it...?" He whispered, fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket.

You nodded, before hugging him.

"How did you... how'd you make it?" You asked in a hushed tone.

He smiled brightly, hugging you back.

"I-I... well... I found a music box that had that song... i-i saved up for it a-and I took it apart... and you remember the door between both of ours? Th-the one where we met for the first time? Um...22B? You know how they took it down and-and were getting a new door? Well I... I used it to make a new box... and I made the music box out of that... um... yeah," he explained, jittery and nervous. “Which is also why I’m telling you to be careful for splinters because I tried really hard to smooth it out but it’s hard when-“

You kissed his cheek, shutting him up immediately.

And at 12 years old, he knew you were it for him.

———

You had just gotten out of the shower, and were in your favorite nightgown, holding the music box again, when your doorbell rang. You put on your loose fluffy robe that matched the color of your nightgown and some fluffy slippers.

There at your door were Dick, Tim, and Damian. Each with shocked faces mixed with something else.

"Are you guys okay...? You look like you've seen a ghost," you joke, but quickly realize whatever happened was serious because the looked at you with a face of ‘oh fuck’.

"I'm... I'm not even gonna unpack this one. This one is on you guys," Damian said, shaking his head as he dragged you out of your apartment. For a 13 year old, he is incredibly strong.

"Nononono you said you'd do it-" Dick tried to protest, before Damian cut him off.

"Yeah well I'm 13. I'm not unpacking all that. You're the adult, Grayson."

The bickering made you sigh. There was no asking what was happening because you doubt they'd respond. So you just followed Damian as he dragged you down the stairs to the car they came here in, in your nightgown, fluffy robe, fluffy slippers and all.

——

When your family moved into those shitty apartments in an even shittier part of Gotham, you bumped into him. You bumped into him in front of door 22 B. The one you would later find out was the door in between your apartment, 20B and his, 24B.

A boy who looked around your age, with tired eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. Yet, there was a bright smile spread across his cheeks when he saw you.

"U-um... um... hi... I'm... Y/N... j-just moved in," you stammered nervously. You had never had friends before, always moving when the authorities caught wind of your fathers illegal activities. Usually the places you moved to didn’t have any kids your age, mostly teens and adults who were all in different crime syndicates.

"Yeah... I saw that. My name is Jason Todd. It's nice to meet you!" He said, the same bright smile on his face.

"Yeah nice to meet you too,” you giggle. You gave a lopsided gap-toothed smile, “... how old are you Jason...?"

"I'm 10... how about you?" He responded, swaying as you two stood in the hallway talking.

"Me too! That's so cool," you giggled, excited to have a friend, finally!

"Um... d'you wanna play?" He asked.

Your eyes widened, and you nodded enthusiastically. Jason was thrilled.

"Mmm what do you wanna play?" You responded, trying to get a feel for what you should bring, fidgeting with your hair.

"Hmmmmm....I dunno... we'll figure it out?" He said, a bit nervously. He had never been able to play with other kids, always too weird and always left out at school.

"Sounds good!"

——

When Jason got adopted by Bruce Wayne, you made him promise to visit and still remember you.

He promised.

And he kept that promise.

You were at Wayne Manor more often than your own house. It was often safer than staying with your father. It had gotten to the point where a room(that, let’s be honest you wouldn’t stay in) was made up, and your clothes basically lived there in the giant walk in closet, that was practically empty, given you didn’t have that much clothes… at first. The second Jason Todd got allowance money, oh you know the first thing he did was spend it on you.

When he became Robin, against Bruce's wishes, he told you, and showed you the Batcave where his older brother, Dick, had just gotten back from patrols as Nightwing, his mask off.

"Woah! Woah woah woah, Little wing, hey uhhh does Batman know... this," he stammered, motioning to you, before face palming. "Oh who am I kidding of course he doesn't..."

Jason got a big scolding, but he insisted it was worth it because he refused to hide anything from you.

——

The day you lost Jason Todd started off normally. You woke up in Jason's bed, door open (Bruce's only Policy on you staying over. He said he was too young to be a grandfather, which always made you look at Jason like ‘…ew.’), sleeping on his chest, sunlight streaming in through his windows.

"Mmm... Jay... Jason...wake up," you mumbled sleepily, wincing at the sun hitting your eyes.

He slowly opened his eyes, smiling at you.

"G'morning babe," he laughed, still unable to take the lovey-dovey nicknames seriously, even though at this point you'd been dating for a year and a half.

You spent the day helping around, and baking with Jason, trying your best to keep Alfred's kitchen very tidy.

When night came, he told you he had patrol, and had to go out with Bruce. You frowned but nodded, you knew he needed to.

"Okay... just... promise you'll come back?"

"I promise. I love you, I'll see you later!" He shouted, smiling brightly.

He never did come back.

———

The boys all kept bickering. You sighed, looking out the window as they took you back to the Wayne Manor.

When you exited the car, you noticed you were still holding the music box.

"Shit... didn't even notice I had it..." you mutter to yourself, holding it tightly.

They took you in to the manor, and down to the batcave, into a room.

Dick comes to your side, "Okay... so what happened... um... well it's... shocking. Like... uh... you might wanna put your music box uhhh..." he grabs it out of your hands making you gasp and try to reach for it.

“Dick! Give it back! Give it back-!” You shout, trying to grab it back.

He puts it up on a high shelf you can't reach before saying, "Trust me... you don't wanna have that in your hands... um... well mentally prepare yourself because this is really shocking like... really shocking. Like Jasonisaliveshocking like-"

"Grayson!" Damian interrupts, pulling his older brother by the jacket sleeve.

You almost faint at that. You whisper, "What...?"

Your hands tremble.

“You are horrible at breaking news, y’know that?” Tim sighed. “Yeah… so… remember that Red Hood guy we’ve been like… studying intensely because he’s new on the scene? So… turns out… Jason Todd is the Red Hood! Yeah… um…”

You shake. You can feel your knees grow weak.

“How long…?” You whispered. “How long have you known…?”

“Two weeks… we… well we wanted to make sure… then… try to establish a connection with him before we told you,” Damian said, still holding Dick’s sleeve.

"Yeah... yeah... told you... you didn't want that box in your hands..." Dick said.

All three boys leave you alone in the room, leaving you to process this. Were they fucking around with you? No, Dick, and more importantly Bruce, would never let anyone joke about something like that with you. Ever.

There was a lot of things the boys pranked you with, but the only thing off the table, the unwritten and unsaid rule was no Jason jokes.

You're waiting alone for a few minutes before the door opens behind you.

You hear the heavy sound of boots on the ground and turn around, your eyes widened.

There stood Jason... although it wasn't Jason as you remembered him. He was taller. A lot taller. His dark hair was a bit shaggy, a white bit in front. On top of being taller… he was more muscular now, having a similar build to Bruce or Dick. His handsome face had scars and you breathed in. In that moment... you didn't even think about anything other than how much those scars would have hurt him.

He looked nervous. He stared before he spoke, his voice deep and gruff, yet… soft, "Y/N..."

"...Is it you...? Have my prayers been answered... is it really you standing there... or am I dreaming once more...?" You said, your voice barely above a whisper as tears filled your eyes.

You stepped closer, carefully.

"You... look different... your eyes look tired, your frame is bigger... your smile is torn..." you say, observing the bright eyes you had loved, and how dark they looked. Like he lost his spark.

You gently placed a hand on his cheek, tracing the scars before gently asking, "Is it really you my love...?"

He took a deep breath, almost flinching at your soft and delicate touch. Something he hadn't felt in so long.

"I am not the boy you fell in love with... I am not the boy you once adored...I am not your kind and gentle Jason...And I am not the love you knew before," he said, watching as tears slip from your eyes.

He leaned into your hand, mumbling into your palm, "Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I cannot change... would you love me all the same?"

Your poor lover... he was hurt, emotionally obviously.

Part of Jason wanted to be angry. To be upset you never went to get him or look, but then he remembered you weren't a vigilante. From what Damian had told him... you had never even been on a date after he died. Yeah, Damian was a snitch. But only to Jason, because if Jason was on Damian's side, then they could both bully Dick, that was something he had learned in the past two weeks of meeting the little demon.

He had to refocus himself, telling himself he couldn't make himself distracted during a serious conversation.

"What kind of things did you do?" You ask quietly, fearing the worst. The worst in your mind was finding someone else and leaving you in the past, even though he had just asked you if you would love him again.

"Left a trail of red in every alley... Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands... But all of that was to bring me back to you..." he answered sincerely, telling you the truth. He never wanted to lie to you. "So tell me would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I can't undo. I am not the boy you knew... and I know that you've been waiting..." he said, moving away from you, looking down ashamed of himself and everything he'd done.

He didn’t… regret it… he just thought you would hate him for it which is why he was ashamed. Ashamed that the very hands that held yours were the same hands that had hurt and killed so many people.

You frowned and tried to reach back for him, but he pulled away.

"Jay-"

"I'm not him anymore. I'm... I'm am so different from the boy you loved." He interrupted, his voice cracking as he tried to keep it together.

You purse your lips, and your eyes catch your music box. The music box he made for you. The one Dick so lovingly put too high for you to not drop it.

"...If that's true, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor that would bring me some peace... See that music box? Could you carry it over? Remember that tune? The one you said you'd never forget... well... if it's not you anymore... take it far away from here... and smash it." You whispered, looking at him with glossy eyes, lip quivering as you swallowed trying not to cry.

Jason tensed up. He clenched his fists, and glared. He snarled, actually snarled, looking at you with so much anger, you swore his green eyes clouded over even more.

"How could you say this...?" He whispered, heartbroken, tears pooling in his angry eyes.

"I had built that music box... carved it out of the door where we first met a symbol of our love everlasting..." this he said sadly. But then, he turned to anger. That seemed to be his default ever since he came back. He had never yelled at you, but in this moment he couldn't help it, "Do you realize what you have asked me? I buried my heart in that box-"

You interrupted, yelling back with the same emotion, "Only my Jason knew that, so I guess that makes him you!"

He looked back up, the anger immediately disappearing from his face, melting away. He walked over to you again, falling onto his knees in front of you.

"Y/N..." he whispered, grabbing your soft hands in his scared ones.

And he felt guilt. He felt dirty. He yelled at you… and now he was touching your pure hands with his tainted and blood soaked ones. There was no blood on them currently… but he could feel it.

You crouch down and kneel in front of him.

"I will fall in love with you over and over again, I don't care how, where, or when, no matter how long it's been, you're mine,” you say. He looks away, and you move your hands up to cup his face, making him look at you. He’s crying now, openly, tears streak down his face.

“Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my Jason… and I've been waiting… for you,” you whisper, pressing your forehead on his.

He’s tries to stifle his cries, but he can’t. He breaks down, holding you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets you go.

“How long has it been?” He asks, his voice croaking from your shoulder, his tears soaking into the nightgown, your robe having slipped off your shoulders.

“…4 years…2 months, 17 days, 5 hours, and 57minutes,” you stated.

He lifted his head and cupped your face.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry-“

“Jaybird… don’t you dare apologize for something you had no control over. It was not your fault. Everything that happened it wasn’t your fault, ” you whisper, leaning into his touch. You had missed it so much.

Jaybird. He had missed that nickname so much. While the Joker tortured him, all he could do was imagine you calling him that to distract from what was happening. You were his safe place…

“…I-… I’m… not the same… a lot happened and I don’t want you to deal with the aftermath of every fucked up thing that’s happened to me…Are you sure I haven’t changed too much for you to love-“

“Jason… look at me,” you interrupt sweetly. You say his name softly.

He hadn’t heard anyone say his name like that in so long. Like someone loved him. Someone cared.

He snaps his eyes up to yours, immediately looking.

“Jason Peter Todd…” you start, combing a hand through his slightly messy hair. “I love you. No matter what. What happened wasn’t your fault. It never was, never will be. We will deal with the aftermath together… I’m not leaving you just because it gets hard…You’re always my Jaybird… even when you think you aren’t, even when you doubt it… you’ve been my Jason even when you were gone, because I never ever ever even thought of getting with anyone else. Because you’re it for me Jay.”

He sniffled and nodded, hugging you again, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you… I love you so much… don’t leave me… I don’t deserve you… I love you,” he whispered.

He was sure that if any of his siblings saw this they would use it as blackmail. But he didn’t care. He just wanted you. To be as close as possible to you.

“I love you too… and I’m not leaving… and you deserve everything Jason… you deserve to be loved… I love you so much…” you whispered kissing his forehead.

That night was the first night in four years that Jason slept through the night, peacefully without any nightmares.

And he realizes that not everyone would leave him even though he’d changed so much. That you wouldn’t leave him.

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I take her to my penthouse and I FREAK IT (idk felt like posting that while I write more)

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I’m obsessed with nightgowns so every time I need to put pjs on Y/N it’s a nightgown. I fucking love nightgowns.

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After School Project

[Damian Wayne x Reader]

So... school age[16] year old Damian is like... the most thirsted over guy in school. And here we have a neurodivergent reader who catches his attention. Before anyone comes for me I'm also neurodivergent:3 so yeah. Also, there's nothing wrong with being neurodivergent or acting differently than other neurodivergent people:3 enjoyyy

Arabic Translations(I'm not fluent google and apple translate helping me😭)

Ya Rayyal : oh man

Min sijak : are you serious?

Yallah : hurry/come on

'ant qublat eazima : you’re a great kisser

Damian Wayne was everything every girl in school wanted. Rich, hot, incredibly strong? Yeah, they were all swooning, head over heels for the young vigilante.

Except for you. I mean… at least you didn’t think you liked him in that way.

You were generally a nervous person, so for your heart to race a bit faster when he was around, or for your cheeks to flush when he spoke to you or complimented your intelligence was normal right? Wasn’t it like… just what happened to everyone?

He was just a guy. What you found more interesting was the subtle competition you two had going with each other in class. Well, he didn't even know about it, but you kept track of how many questions you both answered. He would smirk at you and made it a habit because he knew you two would be the only ones answering questions. It made your heart do flips, and your stomach do somersaults.

He was incredibly smart, which made you sigh in relief when you were paired up with him for the partner project.

You heard some girl behind you whine and whisper about how you didn't deserve to have Damian as your partner. You rolled your eyes, you weren’t great at detecting tone, but you could tell they were actually upset about this. Taking a deep breath and turning around, you were about to respond before Damian stood up, standing by your desk and speaking for you. It made you pout. You could defend yourself.

"Don't act like I'm your fucking boyfriend. At least she's smart and can get through a presentation without giggling every five seconds. Acting ditzy is the stupidest shit... but then again I don't think you're acting."

You blushed and snickered as he defended you. It was kind of nice to not have to defend yourself, even if you were just pouting over it.

The project was a simple poetry project. At least to everyone else it was. You had been published for your poetry before, so this, to you, was not just a small project, but something to have to prove yourself through.

"...Would you like to only work on this in class, study blocks, or after school in a neutral place? Of course you can suggest any other place you'd want to do it or any time, I'm kind open to just about anything-" you blabbered, not looking at Damian, sort of spacing out as you spoke.

He smirked, "How about my place? Alfred can just pick us both up. Y'know, if you're up for it."

You thought about it for a moment. This was less likely to interrupt your daily routine, it was an addition to it, which was easy to schedule around.

Which he had already thought of, which is why he suggested it. He also knew that you burnt out when waiting to meet up, which is why he suggested tonight instead of another day. It was a Friday.

"How long will I be there?" You mumbled aloud to yourself, not really expecting an answer.

"Oh my brothers and dad will not let you leave quickly. And Alfred will not let you leave before he feeds you... might as well stay over. We have plenty of spare rooms," he joked.

You look confused.

"I do not think it is appropriate for me to intrude on your family's home for such a long time. It would also not be appropriate for me to stay in your house overnight as-"

...

He stared, forgetting you took everything too seriously. Yeah, that's right, he noticed. He was a Robin after all! He wouldn't be a good detective if he wasn't observant.

"Hey. I was joking," he said quietly. Not rudely, even if there was a bit of an edge that he usually spoke with.

You blushed and tilted your head down.

"Oh. Um... sorry," you whispered, looking at the paper the teacher had just given out.

"The topic we have to write our poems about... is love?" You said, staring the paper down like you could change the words printed in ink.

"Ya rayyal...Min sijak?" He muttered under his breath in Arabic.

——

After school, you stood about two feet from Damian, personal bubbles were serious, waiting to head to his house after school.

His older brother, Tim, who was about two years older, came over to you both.

"Oh? Dami, bringing home a girl? Oh Dick is gonna love this," the boy snickered, teasing his younger brother.

You stared blankly.

"If you are implying I am going to 'make a pass' at Damian, you are mistaken. And if you are implying he would try something, I'd like to make you aware I refuse to be anywhere that people wouldn't be in the house. We are simply paired for a school project," you said, staring at the space behind Tim, but not at him.

He stared.

"So... no. Not what I was implying but... good to know... and good to know you're autistic."

...

"Tim what the fuck-"

"Game recognizes game. Chill. Still, Dick is gonna love this."

"Don't tell Grayson a word-"

...

"Too late."

——

The ride to the Wayne manor is chaotic as the two boys fight amongst themselves. Cuss words in both English and Arabic fly through the air.

Soon, the limousine pulls into the driveway and you are eager to get the hell out of that car. You stand outside, staring at the huge manor in front of you.

It was beautiful, the windows and architecture giving you a vintage feel, but you could guess the inside probably didn't match the outside.

Tim and Damian are still bickering as Alfred leads you inside, both boys trailing behind.

“The house looks lovely…” you whisper to yourself.

Alfred responds, “Why thank you Miss L/N. I assure you both Master Bruce and I take that compliment in high regard.”

You gave a shy smile, “Call me Y/N please…”

When you walk in, the first thing you notice is a big Doberman on the couch, and two boys, obviously older than you, one by maybe three to five years, and the other by a maybe 6.

"Ohhhh this is so great Dickie, look he really did bring home a girl," laughs the one with a white streak in his hair.

"Oh my god, you're so cute! You have great taste Dami. Not in a weird way y'know. So how'd you meet?" Dick rambles.

"We are not dating."

"Fuck off Grayson."

The phrases are said at the same time, making the three other boys laugh.

"So, what's your name?" Tim asks, suddenly realizing he had never asked through the whole ride, too busy arguing with Damian about what he had said, as Damian sits to pet the dog. His dog.

"Uhm... Y/N..." you mumble, looking down.

"Well, I'm Dick, and that's Jason. We're Dami's older brothers," Dick smiled, obviously very friendly.

"How old are you even?" Jason asked, leaning back, trying to guess. He could not care less, but any time he could tease Damian was a good time.

"16..."

The boys nodded. You felt a little uncomfortable, not because of them, but just the new situation. The dog, who had been laying peacefully with Damian, came over to you, and whined, placing a paw on your leg.

You smile brightly and kneel down, petting the dog.

"Oh wowww... Damian, you... you're letting her just... pet Titus?" Tim teases.

"Shut the hell up."

——

After the chaos, you and Damian sat in the living room working on the project. The project was as follows:

Each student is paired up with one other person. Each student must write their own poem with the topic given to them by the instructor.

After each student has written their poem, they must make on poem together. The poems can be in any style.

You groan and crumple up another piece of paper, throwing it in the recycling.

"You good?" Damian asked, looking up from his blank paper.

You shook your head.

"You struggling with this?"

You nodded.

"You going nonverbal?"

You nodded again.

"Let's go get a snack."

You followed the boy through the hall to the kitchen. He looked through some stuff before realizing, he didn't know what you liked at all. He grabbed the small whiteboard off the fridge, and gave it to you.

"If you're gonna be nonverbal, we still need a way to communicate. This okay with you?" He asked, handing you a new expo marker.

You nodded.

"What do you want as a snack? Or a drink?" He asked, showing you the cabinets and fridge.

You scribbled down for a moment.

'May the I please just have a water. I'm not too hungry. Plus I don't want to take snacks that were not purchased for me if that makes sense.'

Damian scoffed.

"I don't give a damn. Are you hungry, yes or no?" He asked, annoyed.

You began to write more excuses about how you felt bad, when he put a glass of water and a pack of mini Oreos in front of you.

His eyes said 'eat it or perish.'

"Yallah yallah, we got a project to finish," he ushered, taking his own snacks back to the living room.

You followed closely.

"I like when you say things in Arabic."

The sentence was so quiet, he wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't a Robin with a trained ear.

"Thanks..." he mumbled before adding, "Want to tell me why you went nonverbal? Just... like if it's my behavior or something... I can fix it?"

That made you blush. He actually cared about what you thought? He actually wanted to know if he was making you uncomfortable? He wanted to change his behavior if it did? What was this feeling…

You shake your head, sitting with your snack and drink, "Wasn't you. It's the assignment."

He looked at you in confusion.

"You're a great poet what on-"

"But I've never... experienced love... how... do I write about it if I’ve never even been kissed?" you mumbled.

"But all your poems are about love aren't they?" Damian asked, knowing you had shared your poetry in class before.

"Well... yes and no? I... I write about... what I think it would feel like... but I mostly write about how empty hearted I feel knowing I probably won't have my first kiss or anything before 18 like everyone else.... Everyone is falling in love and I'm falling behind..." you explain, looking at him for the first time.

Your e/c eyes meet his emerald eyes, and he's shocked.... In a good way.

"Guess we're falling behind together then," he shrugged, laying across the sofa, his head resting on Titus's back.

"Oh please every girl wants you you don't get it-"

"Every girl except the most interesting and smartest one. She doesn't," he said sighing.

“Okay that’s one person. I’ve never been liked by anyone, any guy I’ve liked never likes me back. No one has ever liked me… maybe they have but just… not like that,” you whispered, looking away.

“Well you’re wrong. You’re looking at him right now,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You tilt your head and look at him, confusion written all over your face.

Suddenly a wicked idea came into Damian's head.

"Well... why don't you fake kiss me? Then you can see what it feels like," Damian said with a sly grin.

"...Fake kissing? How do you fake a kiss?" You question, rolling your eyes. "Plus if it's fake then... it doesn't really get the love aspect in does it? It's just a physical thing that makes-"

You're cut off by a kiss on your lips, your eyes widening.

Although... you don't mind it. You kiss back hesitantly.

Then he pulls away and grins at you like... like that was his plan all along.

" 'Ant qublat eazima,” he mutters.

And now this man, who just so rudely cut your train of thought off (yes that is what you were most upset about) with a kiss, who has been insisting to his brothers he didn’t like you in that way, was blushing.

He had the nerve to blush after that.

“I…you…” you were strapped for words, unable to create a single thought.

“Um… in case that didn’t make it obvious… I like you. You’re pretty, you’re smart… you don’t treat me different because of who I am… and… and I guess you said you also like when I spoke Arabic which is a plus for me in any case-“

And you decided to have your revenge.

You pressed a kiss to his lips, shutting him up. It was quick, more like a peck, but it did shut him up.

“I was wondering what the feelings I had were…” you say with a blush, looking away.

“Well… now we can go back to writing our poetry… and now you have a point of reference… of course you can always ask for more inspiration-“ he smirked.

“Damian Al’Ghul,” you hissed, using his other last name.

He straightened up and nodded wordlessly.

“That was hot… I-i mean yeah Uhuh sorry.”

You sigh softly and shake your head with a smile, “You’re silly, Damian… and it case what I did wasn’t obvious… I like you too…”

[devinescribe]

Hands Off

Cruel Summer Ch. 3

Steven Meeks x Reader

Previous Ch. | Next Ch. [WIP]

You clung to your big brother's side like you were scared he'd disappear in front of your face. He was the only familiar thing you had at this school.

You knocked softly on the door, which almost immediately opened, the rest of the boys in there already, looking like they had been waiting for you to get there.

"Hello hello, get in!"

Was all that was shouted before your shoulder was grabbed and you were pulled in by your (very expensive mind you) sweater.

"Hey, hands off my sister!"

You squeak as you're dragged in and sat next to Meeks on his bed.

Sitting nervously, you twiddle your fingers and fidget with your sweater that you had thrown on over your silk, pale green night gown.

Steven was next to you, fidgeting as well, but reading his textbook and doing work. You bring your books out and begin to do the same, starting with the easiest, and working up.

English, history, Latin ... now what was left... was science and math.

You get through your science work with relative ease... and now you start your math homework.

The boys had been chatting the whole session, background music to your writing. You stared at the paper and your notes, and the equations. You started the homework.... And about two hours later you started to cry.

"Whoa whoa whoa, what's wrong what did you do to her Meeks?!" Neil shouted, going over to you, tripping over Todd.

You sniffle and look up watery eyed, with a trembling bottom lip up at your big brother.

"I-I don't un-understand... I-i keep trying it a-and it's not right..." you sniffle as tears roll down your cheeks.

There was paper all around you, your eraser spent. Neil noticed they were all of the same problem. The first one.

Neil attempted to soothe you, rubbing your shoulder as he whispered,"Hey hey hey, calm down... take a break it isn't do till the day after tomorrow-"

"B-but then I'll have more work and more stuff and it will add up and I'm so tired-"

Neil bit his lip, wondering what to do.

"Here... why don't you take a nap and we'll wake you up to go to the room, yeah?" Todd suggested quietly.

You nodded, drying your tears and lay your head down on the soft pillow, falling asleep almost instantly.

Meeks watched as you lay down in his bed, using his pillow. You were so pretty, even when you were drooling in your sleep. Your silk nightgown was a pretty sage green with matching lace work on the bottom. Your sweater was brown, possibly put over your gown for more modesty.

He felt bad you didn't understand the homework. You were obviously very intelligent, so the fact you felt so upset about one worksheet made him upset.

But at least you looked peaceful, snuggling into his pillow.

——

It was about an hour and a half later when Neil and Todd decided it was time to head out. You were deep in sleep when Neil gently shook you awake.

You stared up groggily up at your brother and whined, "nooooo...."

The boys laughed, and Neil hated making you upset. He knew how much trouble you had sleeping and to wake you up and making you walk to your dorm would make you wake up fully.

"...s-she can stay here...?" Meeks suggested quietly, knowing Neil would probably forbid you from ever staying in one of their rooms without supervision.

To his surprise, Neil took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay. Okay, yeah."

"Wait for real?" Asked Charlie incredulously.

"Yeah? I wouldn't be friends with you all if I didn't trust you... or if I wouldn't trust you with my little sister," he said sincerely.

And it was true. None of them would think of harming you or another woman for that matter.

Meeks nodded softly.

"But if I hear anything at all from her.... You're dead."

——

Meeks looked at you sleeping on his bed after everyone left. Well, Charlie and Pitts decided to have a sleepover just so it wouldn't be weird.

"Alright, let's go Meeks, floor time," Charlie said, patting the floor where they had made up a cot.

Meeks got up from the bed about to get down when he felt your hand graze his arm.

"...Steven.... Stay...warm... y' smell good...." You mumbled, half asleep, clutching to his pajama.

He blushed bright red, matching his hair. He didn't know what to do! ...technically he wasn't going to do anything to you.... He could sleep besides you couldn't he? He would just... put pillows between you both.

"H-hey n-no... Neil would kill me if he found out..."

Charlie and Pitts giggled to themselves, Charlie holding onto Pitts repeating your words.

Meeks glared at them, but turned to face you again, his glare softening.

You still clutched onto his sleeve, and tugged on it softly.

"Stay..."

How could he say no to that?

Very carefully, he slid in next to you, but not before grabbing and extra pillow, putting it between you both.

He heard you protest sleepily, but figured this was for the best. Tuning out the teasing from the two other boys in the room, he was able to fall asleep.

——

"Come on... dance with me please?" Your voice was like a melody, carried out through the room.

How could he say no to you?

Standing up, he took your hand and began to lead you softly through the dance floor. Your head lay softly on his chest, your arms around his neck, swaying.

"I wish we could stay like this forever Steven..." he heard you, but it was almost on the distance, like a whisper of wind brushed by.

"We can-"

"No... it's time to wake up."

"Huh?"

"Wake up. Wake up. Wa-"

"-ke up! Wake up! Steven. Steven Meeks, Meeks, Meeksie, buddy, let's goooo before Neil sees this a dissects you like a frog!" Charlie yells, beating him with a pillow.

The boy, who was already blind enough without his glasses, was even more blind with the sun light coming in and the pillow occasionally bashing his eyes.

When he grabs the pillow, groaning, saying he awake now, he takes a minute to breathe. Why would Neil be mad at him?

He feels warmer than usual, and looks down. The pillow he had put between you both for modesty and out of respect for you, was thrown across the room, and you were hugging him, head against his chest.

You wake up to the yelling with a whine... and then you realize.

You back up quickly about to apologize when you  fall off the bead and bang your head on the floor. Meeks looks over in shock and horror, and scrambles to help you, but falls on top of you instead.

Of course, that's when the door decides to open to the rest of the boys, to Neil, standing there.

"Hands off my sister!"

Oh boy.

——

After everyone had settled down, you find yourself holding an ice pack to your head. Your eyes shut because of the massive headache you had.

Meeks couldn't stop looking at you. Even after Neil gave him the scariest talking to he'd ever had in his life, he couldn't stop. His heart was already set in motion.

It was safe to say neither of you would be spending alone time for a while. Not if Neil had anything to say about it.

Neil wasn’t weird with you, he was just protective. He didn’t want you to get hurt, much less when your parents were counting on him as your big brother to keep you safe. He glared at Meeks, as if he’d have to fill out incident paper work for this once he got home.

——

It had been a few weeks since the incident.

The boys started back up the Dead Poets Society, and you wanted to tag along.

"Cmon! I can't join any of the other clubs and stuff they won't even let me in the history club, please please please?" You begged your brother, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could.

He sighed and shook his head, the rest of the guys making the same face.

"No... really like, this is... guys only okay?" Neil said.

A murmur of agreement rose with the boys and you pouted, turning away.

"I know more about poetry and care more about poetry than any of you. But fine," you huff, marching to your room, and slamming the door.

The boys flinched.

"Oof, spoiled little girl huh?" Charlie teased, a glare from Neil sent his way.

——

You would not speak to anyone except teachers and faculty. You were ignoring them.

Steven felt bad, but he couldn't exactly go against the rules set by everyone else in the club. It sucked that you couldn't be in any clubs. It wasn't your fault the school made an exception and let you in.

Mr. Keatings brought the class outside, making them read poems as they kicked a ball. You sat on the sidelines.

'Girls can't play sports'

That's what one of the boys in class said.

And for some god forsaken reason, you listened and sat by Mr. Keatings, who just assumed you weren't up for it. He would have forced you if it wasn't for the fact he knew of your love for poetry. You say reading your copy of Blades of Grass and ignored the noise. Music started to play from the record player and you hear Meeks shouting his lines.

His voice cracked slightly, and you blushed, watching him with adoration.

As much as you told yourself that you couldn't, that you came here for your studies, you couldn't help it.

You were falling for Steven Meeks.

——

Back in the classroom, Mr. Keatings gave you all an assignment. To write your own poem, then read it to the class.

The boys groaned.

You looked delighted, beginning to ask questions.

"How many lines and stanzas?"

"As many as you wish."

"Must it be new?"

"Yes, it must."

"Any style of poetry?"

"Any style."

"Any subject matter?"

"Y/N, dear, you have complete creative freedom for this project. Anything your heart desires. Write of it. If it be love for a boy whose hair looks like flame, or about your family, your hair, your struggles. Anything you wish to write about you may."

You blushed at his word of 'a boy whose hair looks like flame.' How did he know?

——

When the day was over you went up to the dorms and hesitated. You marched yourself across the hall, steeling your nerves and you knocked on the door.

"Coming!"

Steven's voice came from the other side. You heard him scramble and fall, before the door opened.

"O-oh hey hey heyyy.... Y/N... um how-how can I help you?" He stammered, running a hand through his hair.

"Your glasses are crooked. And would you like to work on our project for Keatings class together? I need to do homework with someone else in the room or else I won't hold myself accountable," you stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He fixed his glasses and in a high pitched voice said, "yeah yeah yeah sure yep that-that's totally fine!"

——

"So is... is Neil gonna... join us or...?" Steven asked, stammering.

You shook your head. You decided you would not be needing a chaperone to do schoolwork.

Steven stiffened up at that as you kept writing your homework out.

You sat against the wall on his bed, closest to the door, while Meeks sat next to you, closest to the big bay window.

He was too distracted to concentrate on his own work thinking about what any of the boys would think if they saw this. Especially Neil! What if Neil thought he was taking advantage of you or influenced you to do this?!

That was the furthest thing from the truth, you had looked at him with those big e/c eyes, and he just couldn't say no.

It was a pattern now.

"What will you be writing your poem about?"

Your voice cut through his thoughts.

He stared for a moment before regaining his composure and answering with a simple, "I dunno..."

You sighed softly, "All I write are love poems even though I've never been in love. What I imagine love to be like..."

He stares with soft brown eyes, watching you dig out a journal. It's leather bound, with pages sort of falling out.

You were sitting besides him, so you just show him the messy writing in each page.

"Wow... these are... wow," Steven whispers. "Read on f'me?"

You blink, and look up.

"You actually wanna hear it..?" You mumble.

He nodded, excited to hear you read your own works.

"A friend once told me I have love-sick puppy dog eyes.

I asked her what that even meant

She told me that it meant I had eyes that made almost anyone fall in love because I looked so... helpless?

I felt confused...

But the comment made me think of how I love and the thing is I love like a dog. I really do. I love like you are the center of my universe, I follow you around trying to please you, doing my best to hear you say I'm good. Waiting quietly at your feet looking up with my eyes begging for even just a scrap of your attention.

I think of how I love like a dog, and just how ditzy I am for it."

You recited the poem from memory, looking at Meeks as you did. He swallowed harshly. You two had moved closer together somehow.

"W-well she's right... y-you...you do," he mumbled, his hands fidgeting.

You blushed, and looked away.

"N-no... don't look away I-i... I didn't mean it in a bad way..." he said. “Y-your eyes… c-could get anyone to do what you say…”

You looked back up, and noticed how close you two were.

"I-I think... you're brilliant... and so very good a-at the things you do," he whispered.

You were so close, you could feel the warmth of his hand ghosting over your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. So close, your noses were almost touching. So close his lips-

The door to the room burst open as Pitts waltzed in with Charlie and Todd.

You both jumped away from each other, fixing up your appearance, making it look like a normal study situation.

"Oh a little study session, wicked! Meeks I need help with Latin!"

You glanced over at Meeks with a shy smile, before the boys joined you.

[devinescribe]

At Your Service

Knight! Jason Todd x Princess! Reader

Warnings: swearing, uhh slightly suggestive comments, I think that’s all!

I’m in love with Jason Todd, and have been for forever. I love all the Batboys :3

The Wayne family had been protecting yours for as long as time itself.

It was lucky that your parents had only had one child, and Bruce Wayne had only 4. It was like extra protection all the time.

All. The. Time.

Since you were closer to the same age as Jason, he had been assigned as your personal knight. He followed you like a second shadow.

Even when you were kids, he'd be by your side, holding your hand to go across the street or the paths.

He was 7 when he was appointed as your ‘knight’(knight in training at that point), and you merely 5.

——

“Go on dear… say hello,” you mother said softly, watching you hide behind her, gripping her skirt, barely peeking over at the boy.

“Jason Peter Todd, do you accept the duty of guarding over the princess, protecting her at all costs?” Said one of the important people in the court who you frankly could not remember the name of.

“Yes.”

The boy stood with a seriousness, almost like he was already a knight.

He looked over at you, and your mom shoved you forward softly. You stumbled forward, almost tripping over your dress, and Jason’s hands quickly steadied you. There was a moment of silence as you both stared at each other, before you slithered to his side, gripping the sleeve of his tunic.

The court “awwww-ed” at the sight, seeing as you took such a quick liking to the knight in training.

——

He followed you around, two steps behind, watching silently. Like he always did.

You walked through the garden and past the fountain, to the big old willow tree at the end of the royal gardens.

“…Jason…?” You said softly, turning to face him.

“Yes your highness?” He responded.

You pouted, having already told him to just call you by your name.

He noticed and corrected himself, “My bad… um… yes, Y/N?”

“…Do I talk too much?” You asked, fidgeting with your dress as you sat on the grass beneath the willow tree.

Jason’s eyes widened as he heard the question, and he kneeled in front of you.

“Who said that?”

Your eyes met his and a chill ran through you. There was a dark fury behind them, as if you had just told him someone threatened to kill you.

“I-I… just… some maids…” you mumbled, now finding the grass very interesting.

Jason sighed, and sat next to you as a soft summer breeze whistled through the long branches of the willow.

“They’re wrong. You don’t talk too much, you talk just enough. You talking this well at your age is like… really… you’re really smart,” he babbles it out, like he’s not really thinking much, just saying.

You nod, nuzzling into his side.

“Will you read to me again?” You ask quietly.

“Of course Y/N.”

——

Now, you were 21, and he was 23. And things were the same. You still clung to him, and he still followed you around. Two steps behind. He still read to you whenever you asked.

Jason had always thought you would end up being bratty and spoiled. You were a princess, why should you care about those who were below you? But you didn't. You were kind, and charitable. Always caring about the people you would one day rule over. And he loved that about you.

Dawning a simple ochre yellow dress and flats along with your favorite jewelry, you walked down into the dining room.

"...Dick? Have you seen Jay...?" You ask softly. He wasn't at the table and he hadn't gone to get you as he typically did for breakfast.

"He’s uh... not feeling well," Dick responded, looking away.

Your brow furrowed in worry.

"Is he sick? Does he need something? He shoulda said something I woulda-"

You were cut off by Damian's annoyed grumble, "He's not sick, he's pissed the ball tonight is to find you a spouse and he can't be in the running-"

"Damian!"

The other two men called his name in a scolding manner. It was no secret to the Wayne boys that Jason had a crush on you. It was a fact that Jason kept very secret from you.

You pouted.

"...He's mad at me...?" You whimpered, not really understanding what Damian was getting at.

"No he's in lo-"

Damian's sentence was cut short by Dick's hand over his mouth.

"He's not mad at you. He's just tired is all. Did you need to go into town or something Princess?" Tim said, trying to save face for Jason.

You nodded softly, looking over at Tim before explaining, "Got a new dress for the ball... have to go pick it up... Jay was gonna go with... He promised.”

"Well, I'll go with you and by the time we're back I'm sure that Damian and Tim will have talked some sense into Jason," Dick suggested, sort of shoving Damian towards Tim.

The younger boy glared at his eldest brother, but said nothing as he stood with Tim.

You nodded and went over next to Dick, holding onto his arm as you walked out of the castle. Dick had always been like a big brother figure to you, always kind and having a big goofy grin.

"So...you excited for tonight?" He asked, hoping this would sort of change the subject.

You sighed heavily before responding, "not really but... if it's what I must do..."

He felt bad for you. I mean here you were actively miserable, walking to get a dress to an event you didn't want to attend.... Having to have the attention of every man in the room as they all fight for who gets to court you first.

"But it's okay... because Jason is gonna be there to keep me safe... I like Jay.... a lot. He makes me happy and makes me feel safe," you mumble, looking at the cobblestone path in front of you.

Then it hit Dick. Did you like his brother? Is that what you just admitted that you liked Jason? Instead of questioning you he just smirked to himself.

"Yeah? You excited about all the suitors at least...?" He asked, knowing full well you weren't.

You frowned and looked up at Dick with a glare. He knew you would rather die.

——

Jason was sulking in his room. Tonight was the night you'd get whisked away by some guy that wasn't him.

The heavy crimson black out curtains you had bought for him were drawn closed, blocking all light from getting in. He had locked the door that lead into your room because he knew that if he saw you today before the ball, he'd spill his guts to you.

His bed was too big. You ordered he get a bigger bed because he was so big himself... and on the rare occasion you couldn't sleep you could have a spot.

However, in his thinking, he had forgotten one door. The main entrance to his room. Damian and Tim came in, basically slamming the door open.

"Wake up dickhead," Damian grumbled as Tim opened the curtains. The sunlight beamed through, hurting Jason's eyes as he struggled to adjust.

"What the fuck-"

"Enough sulking, she thinks you're mad at her," Tim said, going to Jason's closet.

Jason took a breath. The thought of you being upset made his insides hurt. Literally, his stomach was churning at the thought of your sad face.

"She... Y/N thinks I'm mad at her? Who the hell told her that?!" He growled, almost yelling, but not quite.

"No one did dipshit. You didn't go wake her up and you didn't go to breakfast. You promised you'd go with her to get her dress, but lo and behold, you're fucking sulking in here," Damian cursed, rolling his eyes in annoyance at his older brother's anger.

"...what Damian is trying to say is... she thinks you're upset with her because you are acting strange... you're the first person she asked about. She got worried and thought you were sick... she cares about you-" Tim tried to reason, still looking through his older brothers closet, but got cut off by Jason's sharp tongue.

"It doesn't fucking matter how much she cares about me, she's a princess and I... I'm just a knight. I'm just a street kid that's lucky Bruce saw any potential in me, and took me in. I'm not good enough to have her."

There was silence in the room for a moment, both brothers taking in what Jason had just relayed to them.

"...how will you know if you never try?"

Jason looked up at Damian as he spoke.

"The hell are you talking about kid?"

"You won't know how she feels until you tell her. So stop being a pussy and just tell her. I'm like...99% sure she feels the same. So screw labels and what your job is. In all technicality, we are nobles, who decide to be guards to the royal family. So... the status thing doesn't work."

Jason laughed and shook his head.

"Alright kid....alright."

“And would you look at that, you even have something to wear for tonight.”

——

When it was time for the ball, you waited for the court announcer to say your name. You looked down and smoothed out your black and red dress.

It was a big ballgown style dress that was a dark red fabric with black lace detailing. The bodice had a sweetheart neckline that was adorned with gold and pearls. As usual, you used your favorite jewelry and this time, you had your crown on. A golden crown adorned with jewels.

You picked it out because it reminded you of Jason. You couldn't wait to show him. You hoped he was here... He had to be, right? He was your night…

The announcer introduces you, and you walk into the ballroom. There's hundreds of people staring up at you, and you felt a bit overwhelmed.

No sooner had you reached the bottom step before you were crowded around by men, dukes, barons, lords, nobles, princes, kings of all ages and from every kingdom.

You tried to be cordial but were so overwhelmed and crowded around.

"Oh my lady, you are absolutely stunning-"

"You seem like you'd be a good mother-"

"Oh do save me a dance-"

"I assure you, you'll never have to work a day in your life again-"

"Take my hand and let's go dance-"

You tried to excuse yourself but it was no use. Until you hear the deep and rough voice behind you. The voice you had missed all day long.

"Alright alright, move along and give the princess some space can't you see she's overwhelmed?" Jason said protectively, guiding you through the crowd.

"And who do you think you are kid?"

"Jason Todd, her personal knight. What do you fuckheads want?" He scoffed.

"J-Jason! Language in the court!" You scold softly as the nobles gasped.

Yet none dared to follow or stop him. Who would? Jason was big. Like… really big. He wasn’t just tall, no he was also extraordinarily strong.

He just pulls you away from everything. Away from the noise. Like the knight in shining armor he is.

"Thank you..." you whisper, clinging to him.

He looks down and his hard glare softens to look at you. He stops walking and tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You're looking up at him with those wide puppy eyes that make him melt.

"Of course... couldn't leave you there with those creeps..." he mumbles, his fingers absentmindedly tracing your cheek, cupping your face.

The tension is so thick, he could cut it with a knife.

And the whole time all Jason is thinking is just how beautiful you look as he stares, the moonlight reflecting off of all your jewelry.

Your eyes take in what he’s wearing. A black suit, much like many of the other men, but with a red undershirt, and golden details on the edges of the jacket, his family crest embroidered secretly amongst the pattern on his lapel.

It matched your dress.

“You look wonderful Jay…” the words fall from your lips and he feels the air leave his lungs.

"You're... so… fucking beautiful..." he whispers, choking the words out.

You blush and look up, before holding his hand that isn't busy caressing your face. You don’t even scold him for his cussing. You weren’t in front of anyone… to hell with being proper. He needed to know, you had to tell him.

"Thank you... I-... Jay I need to say something..." you say, your hands fidgeting with his fingers.

He shakes his head, "Don't say anything princess..."

He leans in, watching for any sign of discomfort or any sign he should stop, before he pressed his lips to your own. In shock it took you a moment to register he was kissing you... but when you did, you kissed back, inexperienced and needy.

Your lips were soft, and your lipgloss was sweet, making him kiss you more feverishly. He was inexperienced, but he made up for it with his enthusiasm. You tried to keep the pace, but failed miserably.

He chuckled into the kiss and pulled away, "You've never kissed anyone?"

"No... have you?"

"Nah... to busy making sure you didn't get kidnapped... to busy thinking of you to even form the thought of kissing another girl..."

A giggle escapes your mouth and you stare up at him, happy. Elated. This was what you wanted. Him.

You could not care less about anything else. The crown could be stripped from you, your parents could have a male child and him be the heir, and you wouldn’t care, as long as you kept him.

Jason felt similarly. In every scenario he had been in… all he cared about was coming back to you. He could be disowned the next dawn, and all he would care about is if he still got to be your knight. Your protector. Yours.

"...Do you like my dress?" You ask, leaning into him.

"Of course I do. You look great," he complimented, his arms wrapping around your waist. He muttered something you couldn't hear, so you look up and ask him to repeat himself.

"I'm sure it would look better off you.”

You didn’t think he’d actually repeat it louder. This man had no shame.

Pause.

A moment of silence.

"Jason Peter Todd!"

Your scolding tone does nothing to compensate for the blush and the bashfulness your face shows. Maybe he would get to see it off of you in the future.

You shake your head of the thought.

Suddenly, Jason lets out a long, frustrated sigh.

"I can't have you princess and you know that... some fucking... stuck up prick gets you. It fucking sucks."

You look confused.

"Jason... you're part of the Wayne family... you're a noble," you say, a tone of confusion in your voice.

"Yeah, and?"

He was so very smart but so very dumb...

"Nobles can court royalty."

"Oh, cool. Oh. Oh."

You laughed at the look on his face as he figured it out. A smirk was plastered on his handsome face before he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, taking you to your room.

While you protested about being on his shoulder, he continued, opening your door with one hand, closing it and locking it before sitting you on your bed.

"Let me get that corset off you..." he whispered, tracing your shoulder.

You innocently nodded, turning your back to him. Jason… bless his heart, wasn’t exactly knowledgeable on ladies undergarments, especially not that damn corset. He growled at how hard it was to undo, messily pulling laces, until he was able to get it off. You slid out of your dress, in your bloomers and camisole.

“Tada!” You laughed as if you had just preformed a magic trick.

“They should’ve never put you in a corset… your body is already beautiful without it…” he whispered, carefully putting your dress on your vanity chair as you got your nightgown and towel to go take a short bath.

Jason took the door to his room and you frowned. You thought he would stay…

You pout, and head to your bathroom with a soft, “hmph.”

——

After your bath, you came in, dressed in a (F/C) nightgown, and saw Jason sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Jay…? I-I thought you-“

“Yeah yeah, you thought I just left like nothing happened. Nope. You’re mine now…. Um… yeah,” he said, almost hesitantly.

You smile, placing your towel up to dry, and go crawling into your bed next to him.

“Will you read to me Jay?” You ask, looking over at him.

He laughs quietly and nods, “Of course I will.”

“…I love you Jason…” you whisper, laying your head on his shoulder.

His hand reaches for yours, intertwining your fingers together as he says, “I love you too, Princess.”