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Sunnie!! I am insane over this concept of Jason marveling over how sensitive his partner is... and now I'm thinking about Jason being feral when he returns from patrol and NEEDING to bury his face between their legs. All he wants is to make them feel good. Oh also, breastplay. I know in my heart he likes his mouth occupied <3
Yes! Yes! Like Jason loves fucking his partner, thatâs a given. But as soon as he finds out just how sensitive they are? Well his new favourite place is with his head buried between their thighs seeing how many times he can make them come on his tongue, then his fingers, and only then his cock. (Heâll mix up the order sometimes but heâs pretty set in his routine). Also? When your thighs are wrapped around his ears and he can only taste you, when his fingers are occupied with curling just the way you like and pinning you down so you stop squirming too much, Jason can block out the whole world. Itâs a particularly handy trick when patrol doesnât go so well and all he wants is to block out the world by drowning himself in you. On those nights he likes to make it a competition to see just how many more times than last time he can make you come.
Jason has eating you out down to an exact science. He knows when to give you flat broad strokes of his tongue and exactly how much suction on your clit sends you over the edge. How many fingers to give you before the stretch gets overwhelming and he can feel you spasming. Knows exactly how to walk you right up to the edge of orgasm before pulling away and making you swear in frustration. Heâll push you over the cliffâs edge so many times your thighs will be soaked with it and heâll still know exactly how to keep you begging for more. When your thighs are trembling and youâre riding that knifeâs edge of overstimulation and pleasure, thatâs when he knows youâre almost ready for his cock. He wonât give it to you yet though, wants to wait until heâs got you pliant and begging to be fucked even though you were squealing about it being all too much moments ago.
No, what he does next is become gentle. Moves up your body to mouth at your breasts. His chin is obscenely wet, smears of your slick making your breasts shine from where he devours them. Takes his time with biting and sucking at each breast, catching a nipple between his teeth before soothing the sting with a drag of his tongue. Kneading the other breast with a large scarred hand so it doesnât feel lonely. All the while heâs sliding his cock through the mess youâve made between your thighs, the tip just catching but not going in any further. Slow maddening strokes a background to the attention heâs paying your chest but driving you mad all the same.
Finally, finally when youâre coming apart at the seams pleading with him to finally make you full, does he relent. Sucking hickies into the soft flesh of your breast heâll slide in. And because he knows you so well, heâll have you right where he wants you. Uncertain of if you want to pull him closer or push him away. The scrape of teeth and the pleasure pain of being stretched full almost too much to process. Punched out breaths turning to high pitched whines as you cling to him, cradle his head to your chest and let him take control of you pleasure until thereâs stars behind your eyelids and you canât feel anything beyond Jason.
Jason takes a lot of pleasure in just how sensitive you are after youâve come for him too. He enjoys how even the gentlest featherlight stroke of your thigh sets you twitching. How the aloe gel he rubs into your sore breasts makes you murmur and squirm at the sensation. Even when the main event is over, thereâs a thousand ways for Jason to play with your sensitivity and heâs not in the habit of denying himself your pleasure.
#got a bit carried away with this one đ
#but yeah jason would be the type that just needs something in his mouth#anyway we can go insane over this together sanne#jason todd x reader#jason todd smut#jason todd x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd imagine#jason todd fic#jason todd fanfiction#red hood x reader#red hood x you#sunnie writes đ»#sweet words for sunnie
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Check Yes Chapter 6
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âHave you experienced events that could be described as fatal?â Danny read from his notebook. Before Jason could answer he continued, âDo you know the name and species of all your progenitors? Have you ever wondered if you are-âÂ
Jason held a hand up to ask for silence. He was in the zone on a training module that Barbie had sent to the whole team. He was not going to get any more shit from fucking Tim and Stephanie about being an out of touch old man like Bruce who ran code directly from the 90s.
Danny cut himself off to wait. Without looking up, Jason could see some kind of bouncing movement that had to be Danny fidgeting. âYouâre early,â Jason eventually said. He shut the program that heâd been running and then blinked his full attention over to his date. âItâs not- is it 5 already?â He blinked away the gumminess in his eyes and checked the time.Â
Danny flushed a little green. His freckles glowed a little whiter in contrast. âNo, itâs 4:30,â he admitted sheepishly. âI, uh, left work a little early.â He floated up and then abruptly over into a flip. Like an antsy mermaid. Jason leaned back and watched, fascinated by how easy movement looked on Danny. It was the way heâd used to see Dick, but now he knew how hard Dickâs easy mobility was earned.
âYou donât feel gravity at all, do you?â He confirmed, envious and charmed.Â
âUhh.. Canât say that I do,â Danny admitted. He shrugged. âNot like this, anyway. I do in my human body, obviously.â
âIs that literally-â Jason cut himself off with a mortified flush. Holy shit. You canât just ask someone if they have a magical transformation into their own corpse. Insensitive much?
Danny gave him a knowing look but gracefully ignored the question. âAnyway. Do you remember what I asked earlier?â He cocked his head to the side and full body wiggled. âI had Frostbite help me write them out. Undead health isnât really my area, but he knows everything thatâs ever been known, which is pretty cool.â
âUhâŠâ Jason thought back. âI told you when we were eating that I died once,â he reminded Danny with a raised eyebrow. âSo thatâs an easy yes.â
Danny shrugged helplessly. âI didnât know how serious you were or if you were describing something extremely short term like needing afib or something longer term-â
âDead, buried, in the ground for months,â Jason admitted. âPresumably rotted, but I came back to myself with living human physiology, if extremely damaged from what killed me.â It was really gross to think about. It was also impossible to totally avoid. There should have been no coming back from all the blood drying up and shit.
Danny stared at him with an open mouth for a few seconds. Long enough that Jason fidgeted, uncomfortable.
âThatâs the most metal shit Iâve ever heard in my life,â Danny said reverentially. âThatâs so nasty, man. You rotted? Does this make me more of a necrophiliac than you?â
Jason choked on his own spit.
Danny did another flip.
âMy parents were definitely human,â Jason managed, voice strangled. Best to get this back on topic. âI know for sure. Iâve met them both.â
Danny blew a raspberry. âItâs not always obvious,â he pointed outÂ
âAnything that would show up on Batmanâs DNA analysis can be ruled out,â Jason corrected himself. âAnd neither of them had any non-human capabilities. Died from things that a Tamaraean or Kryptonian would be able to get out of.âÂ
â...Oddly specific species mentions,â Danny said. A line formed between his brows. His toes touched down to earth and he crossed his arms. âYou⊠I wasnât thinking of that type of non-human.â He cleared his throat. âItâs just that, you touched Wolf.â
âAnd a Kryptonisn wouldnât be able to?â Jason asked a bit dryly. He didnât understand the logic.
âNot unless they were really juicy with death,â Danny said in a weirdly mellow tone for such a disgusting sentence.
Jason gagged a little. He couldnât help it. Oh, christ. Yeah, bodies got wet and shit after a while, but characterizing that as juicy? That was out of line.
âNot like- not like that!â Danny fluttered his hands at Jason, torn between horror and cackling. âI donât mean like, dead and rotting. I mean dead and reanimated with ectoplasm. Souped with the sweet nectar of the afterlife. Wolf is a ghost, man.â He snickered.
âWolf is a ghost,â Jason repeated.
Danny frowned. âWolf,â he said. âNot Wolf.â
âWhat?â They sounded the same.
âYouâre saying it wrong,â Danny said, saying the name the exact same way that Jason had been. âItâs Wolf, not Wolf.â
Jason stared at him warily. â...Spell it for me.â
âW-U-L-F,â Danny rattled.
Ah. Ok. Jason took that onboard. âWulf is a ghost,â he said again. âAnd therefore I ought not be able to touch him. I can touch you.â
âLike this? For sure.â Danny went through his flashbang light-show and shook out his newly black hair. âIâm a physical being. In my ghost form, I can consciously let you touch me. But Wulf was actively in the Ghost Zone when you hit him. You put your hand into the Ghost Zone and smacked him. The living have ghostly properties in the Ghost Zone. Heâs tangible there but you should have been intangible.â
â...Maybe Iâm a ghost?â Jason posited, cocking his head slightly as he said it. Danny was the expert. âI never found any answer for why I just woke up in my grave one day.â
âYou just woke up?â Danny repeated, delighted. He put his hands on his face, breathed into them heavily, and then ran both hands through his hair. âThatâs sick. Thatâs fucking sick, man. Did you have to dig yourself out like a zombie?â
âŠDid Danny think this was like, hot, and not disturbing? âTore off my fingernails on the coffin splinters,â Jason confirmed, fascinated with what a little freak this guy was. Dannyâs pupil dilated at the words. Jason could almost have been offended because that shit was traumatic, but hey.Â
If he really thought about it. It was sick as fuck.
âI think yes, by the way,â Jason decided. He waited for Danny to give him a questioning look before he elaborated. âYouâre a monsterfucker, my guy. Iâm attracted to you, but not because youâre dead. Whereas youâre clearly into the fact that Iâm a dead guy.âÂ
Danny opened his mouth. He shut it. He put a hand over his mouth. âHuh,â he said. âHuh.â His brow furrowed. âIf I said it was scientific curiosity and that passion for death runs in my family- no, I hear it.â He flapped a hand at Jason to cut off the laugh he couldnât stop. âHush. Okay. Fine.â He stood up a little straighter. âIâm a necrophiliac and Iâm proud.â
A window banged shut in the kitchen and there was a clatter as someoneâs shitty little brother fell into the sink.
â...Hi, Duke!â Danny called.
Jason put his hand over his face.
âHi, Danny!â Duke called back, voice choked. âGood to hear from you, man.â
âYou canât fucking be here!â Jason said between his fingers. âI have plans, you shitty Zebra mussel.â
Danny looked at him.
â...What?â Duke asked. He came into the room to frown at Jason.
Jason rolled his eyes. âNew Zealand mud snail.â They still didnât get it. âSpotted lantern fly.âÂ
Blank stares.
âFucksake,â said Jason. âIâm calling you an invasive species.â
Danny laughed. Duke made a loud pffft sound and unlocked his phone. He held it up and showed them the screen. âWould the New Zealand zebra lantern fly have this?â He triumphantly brandished his phone screen, which was a screenshot of his chat with Jason where heâd confirmed that he had permission to come over.
âNew Zealand zebra lantern fly,â Jason repeated, vexed as fuck. âYou know damn well-â
âIt checks out, boss,â Danny reported, leaning back from Dukeâs phone. âLooks like heâs allowed in. Let âim use your TV while we go out.â
âYeah, let me use your TV while you go on a date,â Duke echoed, clearly enjoying this a lot.
â...Iâll get my coat,â Jason said sullenly. âDonât get too comfortable.â
âWeâll bring you back dinner,â Danny told Duke.
Jason stalked away into his bedroom, wondering when heâd lost the plot to his own life.
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Nightwing's car guy
Dick was doing well to establish himself in Bludhaven. He had an apartment, it was shitty but it was his. He had a day job as police officer, half the people there were in the cartels Nightwing was trying to crack down on, and the other half were in the cartels Nightwing was still trying to trace. He had his suit, still bat-grade, blue instead of the red, yellow, and green Jason got to wear now.
He did't have a cave. Or maybe it should be a nest because the whole bird thing. Burrow? What was the thing owls lived in called? The point is he made due without it. He had his apartment, and he had his supplies stashed away. It wasn't as much as in the Cave, but he didn't have Cave-funding. He could make due.
He didn't have an Oracle in his ear. But that came with the added bonus of not having a Bat either. He could do his own research, find his own information. And it wasn't like he and Babs were totally cut off. It was just only a little weird, because she was technically his ex. Sure she would be in his corner, but she was still his ex. He needed to save some face. Especially since he knew that Bruce and Babs liked to... talk. He could make due.
The only thing Dick was maybe, sorta, just maybe having a little trouble was with his bike. Well it wasn't his bike, it was Nightwing's. Which was precisely the trouble. He'd found a place to stash it, but Dick had never been a car guy... or in this case a bike guy. He would chase his rouges, speeding through the streets, and sure the bike was made for the tight corners and quick turns and the high speeds, and sure it could take a hit or two. But what about three or four? Or five?
Point was Dick needed a car- a bike guy. One that was cheap (he was only a cop), and knew how to not ask questions and keep his mouth shut (again- Nightwing's bike). All that on top of knowing enough on how to fix his bike. (it wasn't exactly the type you could find in store).
But the solution seemed to find him. Which Dick was aware was not generally how it worked, but he would count his blessings. He had been out on patrol, the type that had involved his bike and high speeds. Unfortunately it did not involve the perp in handcuffs and on his way to jail. Dick had been on his tail, could've had him too, if the bike hadn't started sputtering. Dick had done as much as he could for it, but she really needed a pair of eyes that actually knew what they were looking at.
Mumbling curses to himself, Nightwing had been ready to head off to at least catch a dust trail of what operation he'd find himself in next. He could feel the eyes watching him. His hair stood in edge, and when Nightwing turned to look around he couldn't see anyone. Maybe he was being haunted. Trying to arrange his bearings, Nightwing turned back around to get on his bike. When there was suddenly a mop of choppy black hair couched down next to it.
Nightwing blinked at him. How had he managed to get there? "Uh, something you need, man?" Nightwing asked the boy, totally not freaked out.
The boy- teen, he was only a year or two younger than Dick- looked up, large blue eyes staring. As if it was odd for Nightwing to have addressed him. It took him a moment longer to realize that the bike was, in fact, Nightwing's. "You need to change your [important engine part]." He pointed lamely, standing up to his height of only a hair shorter than Dick.
"How do you know that?" Nightwing asked before he could think of the danger the unknown person might pose.
"That's why it was making that sound. It'll put too much pressure on the engine so it won't be able to go as fast it would be otherwise. Which, I take it, would cause you problems." he tipped his head in the direction the rouge had run off in.
Nightwing considered it for just a moment, not wanting the perfect opportunity to get away from him. "Do you know how to fix it?"
The guy looked almost offended, "Yeah."
"I'll pay you." Nightwing jumped at the opportunity, "If you fix it."
Any normal person would've said no to a guy dressed in bullet-proof spandex with a blue bird on his chest and a weird mask. "Sure." He shrugged easily, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he eyed the vehicle. After a moment, "Name's Danny, by the way. You'd probably need to know that." Danny eyes his suit, "Who are you, like, blue-jay?"
"Nightwing." He corrected easily, his name hadn't made the streets yet.
"The Robin reject?" Was Danny immediate response, eyebrow arched up in amusement.
"The what?"
Danny grimaced, the laugh never leaving his face, "Ooh, sorry. Touchy subject?"
"I am not a Robin reject." Dick couldn't tell this civilian that he was Robin. Had been.
Nightwing's bike ran better than it had since he had moved to Bludhaven after Danny had gotten his hands on it. And Danny's payment of ("i don't trust ur money, just buy me food") lunch had been a steal in return. Maybe next time they should go somewhere a little nicer.
Because the bike was doing so well, after Danny fixed it.
Not for any other reason.
#dpxdc#danny fenton#danny phantom#danny and dick#batfam#dick grayson#batpham#dick his trying to build his crew in bludhaven and danny was the first recruit#danny is currently homeless at 18#but he finally gets a job at an actual mechanic place and gets an apartment#happens to be the same one dick is living in#dick: hm i should greet my new neighbor#dick doesn't know how to feel abt danny (who he totally is not crushing on) moving so close#for work reasons#obviously#it's a uh- reads script- conflict of civilian safety#danny is kinda weirded out by civilian dick#who just keeps trying to find excuses to hang out#since danny's new to town and he's new to town#danny's like 18#and dick is 19#i've been on a danny and dick craze recently#if u couldn't tell from my dick-centric last posts lmao#even the one that was supposed to be abt konner ended up being abt dick#feel free to add
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Anyoneâs little toy - Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
Warnings: A tiny bit of degradation, nothing too bad, fem!receiving oral. Thatâs it really (?)
Type: Blurb
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Billy finds out readers lack of sexual experience.
Notes: This was originally for Jason Todd but maybe it fits Billy more? Idk shut up. Not proofread, I just needed to get this off my mind đ”âđ« send ideas, specifically Jason Todd and Steve Rogerâs in particular.
You donât remember how the topic was brought up, all you knew was that you were sitting on Billyâs couch, your back pressed against the cushion as he interrogated you.
There had been an awful amount of sexual tension between you two. Neither of you admitted anything to the other. You were too intimidated to bring anything up to him. You were happy with coming by to hang out with him when he called, talking about his day, your day, ordering food, playing games or watching TV. Sometimes when boredom hit, you even made out, but that was always as far as it went and it wasnât always.
You couldnât help but fantasize about it going further, about how he would feel, what he would look like. The closest you got was sitting on his lip with his hands having an ungodly grip on your hips. His kissing always kept you from this world, you forgot everything when Billy Loomisâs spit was in your mouth.
âWhat is it? Have you ever been touched?â Billy asked in a bitter tone. You were both grown, grown enough to have your own experiences, god knows he had his share. You never confused in him your lack of experience.
âUmâ your cheeks flushed red, adamantly avoiding his eyes, they were practically prying into you. The spotlight was on you this whole time, yet it felt like you were on a disgusting display before him.
âYeah of course I haveâ you lied. Your eyes still staring at the wall behind him, a frown present on your face in hopes of disguising your truth.
It was nothing to be embarrassed about, but you were ashamed to have a pathetically stupid amount of experience in the sexual aspect of your life.
Billy stared you down like if he was about to devour you, his frown activated across his face, head tilting to the side as he tried to match his eyes with you. âI donât know, youâre such a sweet baby. I donât think youâve ever been anyoneâs little toy.. am I right? I could be underestimating you.â
He almost spat out the questions, there was a tinge of jealousy, again, even if you were grown he still had a piece of hope that he could be the only one to see you sprawled out and chanting his name like if heâd show you a small gesture of mercy.
His breath felt hot against your cheek, his tongue peaked out to press against your skin. Your breathing fastened, your legs clenched together in hopes of getting some feeling of relief.
He was eating this up, overly proud of the position he had you in. âSweet little princess, why arenât you looking at me? Are you hiding something?â He teased, what an ass. You tucked your bottom lip into your mouth, your eyes refusing to look at his directly as if you could pull one over on him.
Your skirt folded into itself as you kept yourself from getting too close to him, he never went this far and you never went this far, with anyone actually. The embarrassment alone was going to set you off in tears, this was humiliating in the sweetest way.
âN-no im not hiding anything.â You spoke up, barely.
Your squirming was a delicacy to the mercenary. His eyes were prying into your movements, watching you get uneasy. He wanted to tear you apart right then and there. He was only ashamed it took him this long, but there was a long thought process behind his actions.
âI donât know Y/N. Somethinâs telling me youâre lying to me.â He sung, his head shaking sideways ever so slightly.
It was then his head dipped down to the side of your head, pressing a wet kiss on your cheek, slowly pulling away to watch your reaction. You were as pressed back as you could be in hopes of hiding without actually hiding. You had to check yourself to see if you were still breathing, what the hell was so shameful about this?
âBilly.â You breathed out, his face in front of yours, he slowly knelt down, hands reaching out to your thighs. He would never admit it now, but he could practically smell your arousal. Billyâs hands gripped onto you gently, the outline of his body completely covered you. He was intimidating as much as he was mouth watering.
âMmm?â He whispered as his hands soothed your thighs gently, his eyes finally dropped down to your figure. Your panties peaked out to him, causing his eyes to focus on your lower part instead. Billyâs thumbs maneuvered to the ends of your skirt, flipping the seam to push back closer to your hips, exposing more of your body to him. He did it so slow, enough to where you could stop him if you needed to, but you didnât want to.
You were nervous, shy, but you wanted to feel his tough more than anything.
âN-nothing. I just havenât-â you frowned again this time dropping your legs onto the couch slowly, sitting up in unison as your eyes finally turned to him. âIâve never, you know. Really been with anyone. I trust you, I just-â and there it came, the realization of what you just admitted.
Billy looked up at you, instead of pulling back, his eyes seemed to almost turn a shade darker, turning from your face, back down to your figure. âYouâve never been touched?â He raised an eyebrow, waiting for your response, still unclear with what you were trying to tell him.
âNo, I mean I have I just. Iâve never gone all the way, I donât know what to do.â You admitted without thinking, you absentmindedly pulled away from him and shifted yourself closer to the couch.
âDo you want to do anything with me?â His voice cracked the small silence between you both. You felt the redness approaching your face again, you only answered with a wordless nod. In return, the devious smile made its way back to his drying lips.
âJust tell me if itâs too farâ he warned you as his head dipped down again into your thighs, he warmed you back up with wet kisses across your sensitive skin, nipping and sucking at he warm pieces. Your legs responded in shifts, his hands then trailed again to your soft legs, moving them over his shoulder as he pushed his head further up to your core.
There was a change in his ache for you, again, maybe he wonât admit it now but the thought of making you feel good, to be the only one to taste you and leave you scratching at his back when you canât take it anymore, all the sinful ideas plagued his mind. The fantasy of it all awoke something primal in him, the more the idea saturated his mind, the more desperate he got.
His hands ran up to your hips, pulling you as close as he could to his face, his arms hooked around the bottom for your thighs to hold you in place, his fingers pushed your underwear aside, enough to give him some space to work, he flattened his tongue against your slick folds, causing your head to fall back at the intrusion.
You couldnât move even if you wanted to. Billy restricted your legs as his mouth opened and sucked into your clit. A gasp escaped your lips at the obscenity of his movements, you never felt anything like it, your legs rubbed against the sides of his head as his mouth moved more desperately by the second.
âBilly-â you whimpered out as his tongue swirled around your opening, your pink cotton panties were in the way of the whole experience but he was too mesmerized by your taste to get away from your pussy for even a second. Your thighs clenched every time he hit a sweet spot, he was careful not to overstimulate you too fast, he was going to try to get you as wet as possible before he fucked you.
His tongue flattened then pierced your hole, feeling the tip of his tongue pushed out by your body, taking turns exploring your folds.
Your head fell back again, feeling nothing but the warm wet spit invade your sensitive slick. Between laps along your cunt heâd pull back to mumble sweet obscenities, the hoods of his eyes dripping down in sweet bliss as he tasted your juices. âGood girl, youâre doing so good.â He praised as he felt your legs squeeze his head again when the pressure was too strong.
You didnât know what feeling you were chasing, all you knew was that it felt like you could stay here all day, little parts his tongue would swipe made you jolt, you could almost fall asleep in ecstasy.
It wasnât long until Billy noticed your comfortability, causing him to start lapping at your clit, his left hand pulled apart your folds while the other pulled your underwear aside. Your body sure felt the pressure now, you twisted your lower half without thinking to get away from his tongue.
Billyâs fingers let go of your panties and his index finger made circles against your clit, causing your body to flinch and little moans to escape your salivating mouth. His finger then prodded into you slowly before then just shoving itself as far as he could. His eyes wouldnât let you go as you squirmed and mumbled out incoherent moans.
âYou look so cute when you have something in you.â He muttered, watching you flinch and curl your body forward as he added another finger. You whimpered as he kept the pace, his eyes half closed with lust as you panted at his impatience to use you up.
His fingers moved in a scissoring motion, causing you to squirm again, this time moaning a little louder. âMaybe I do believe you havenât been played with. I havenât even started and I know youâre going to cream all over my fingers soonâ he hissed.
You pouted, your lustful eyes gleaming down to him, you would have something smart to say if Billy wasnât rubbing his hands all over your cunt, talking to you like you were a stupid girl chasing a high. His fingers rammed in and out of you in a steady pace, his palm ever so slightly pushing against your clit with every thrusting motion. You felt your body involuntarily clench.
Billy slowly stood to his feet, his hands never stopping or halting in the process. He needed to see you cum more than anything right now, more than you needed to feel it.
âGod if you could see yourself right now. You look so pretty.â He whined out as he looked down to you, you looked back at him, with a more prominent frown and an ache in your core. Your hips began to shift as he kept his pace, his left hand made its way up to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip.
âSo fucking pretty. Maybe next time Iâll bust a load on your face play with your pretty little cunt and get a picture. What do you say?â
You were wordless, before you could even get the chance to answer he curled his fingers, finding your gspot took him a little longer but when he felt your pussy clench around him he kept prying. You closed your eyes in despair to keep your climax going, bucking your hips as he kept fucking you with his fingers. âGood fucking princess. You look so fucking pretty, fuck.â He moaned, desperate to toss you around, fill you to the brim, he knew better than to go crazy with you so fast, but it wasnât like he had enough self control to take it slow.
Your body jolted involuntarily, your eyes squeezed shut as you cried out in pleasure. All those sweet noises for him to hear alone were enough to send him over the edge. This was going to be a long night.
#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis blurb#billy loomis one shot#billy loomis smut#billy loomis imagine#billy loomis#ghostface x reader#ghostface imagine#ghostface one shot#ghostface smut
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could you pretty please, if you have any request spaces left open, do a little something where y/n is like a ball of sunshine type character and nothing ever seems to break her or get her hopes down, but one day jason is suuupper pissed off about smth and he verbally takes it out on her and it makes her cry, and he feels bad immediately but won't admit to that just yet because he's in his asshole era (maybe this would fit titans jay better), and he just doubles down like why the hell are you crying that he's seen her handle waayy worse than this and still manage to stay upbeat, and she's like forcing herself to stop crying and pull herself together and she tells him it's cuz it's him and hes like oh of course you'd cry over me cuz I'm just so awful and she's like actually no cuz it hurts to be on the receiving end of his anger because she's a little bit in love with him. Angst is my absolute fav so that's why I'm asking for sadness đđą
Jason Todd x Sunshine!Fem!Reader
Note: Yayyy angst! đ„łđ„ł
"Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"
"Hey, Jay! Wanna train together?" You came skipping into the training room, seeing Jason already throwing a couple of strikes to a punching bag.
"Not today." He replies, refusing to look at you and continuing to hit the bag, quickly wiping the sweat dripping from his forhead.
"C'mon, just one quick sparring match, hm? Please! You said you'd show me how to do that cool headlock thingy," you kept your upbeat attitude, missing the memo that Jason was not having it today.
"Jesus, I said no! Would you fuck off, I'm busy," he raises his voice at you.
He was in a mood because just a few hours ago, Dick threatened to bench him if Jason couldn't keep in line. If Jason won't stop disobeying orders, Dick wouldn't think twice about taking the mask and cape away from him.
But when Jason raised his voice, your smile quivered. "Oh.. I'm sorry. Maybe later, yeah? I know sparring makes you feel better!-"
You were cut off by Jason, fully yelling at you this time. "For fuck's sake, can you not take a hint or are you really that fucking dense? I don't wanna fucking spar right now, and I don't wanna spar with you! So how 'bout you get this through your thick skull, and fuck off!" He didn't mean to say any of that. He mentally punched himself for ever opening his mouth.
He knows you just wanted to make him feel better, but his stupid brain made him take his anger out on you. He always admired your happy and positive attitude. He doesn't know how you keep it up. Every time you walked into the room, it was like an angel came in with a glowing aura accompanying you. And his heart always swelled at the fantasy that you shared that aura with him every time you spoke a word to him, every compliment you gave him, every smile you sent his way. He wanted to apologise, but his thick pride got in the way.
"I..." You could barely get a word out. Jason has never talked to you like that before. Hell, he never even raised his voice to you before. You hiccuped, your throat getting clogged up, and you felt like you needed to hurl whike your chest ached.
It was too late before you noticed the salty tears travelling down your reddened cheeks. And it was too late before Jason noticed his mouth talking faster than his brain could think.
"Fuck, now you're crying?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There's literally nothing to cry over, and I shouldn't even need to tell you twice to leave me alone!" What the fuck, why won't he stop talking?
You tried to wipe away your tears and tug your lips upward to show at least half a smile, but a choked out whine escaped instead.
"Honestly, stop crying, would you?" He really couldn't stop himself. Words just kept vomiting out his mouth like that time he drank one brew too many last time he kicked some villain's ass. He liked that memory. Granted, he was throwing up buckets, but you were behind him as he was hunched over the toilet seat. You thought he'd forgotten the next morning, but he clearly remembered how you were right behind him, rubbing his back in comfort, telling him you'd stay with him as long as he wanted. He also remembered the way you supported him up while walking him back to his room. He remembered you tucking him into bed, placing a trash can beside it, making sure he's sleeping on his side. He remembered you quietly reminding him about the water bottle you left on his nightstand. He also remembered that bold and cheeky peck you left in the soft curls of his head while telling him to get some good rest.
"You literally got stabbed and had a near death experience, and you were smiling the whole time you were recovering! Now you're crying? And for what?!"
"You- You're being mean," you sniffled.
He scoffs again and lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"
You tried holding in your sobs, but that led to you almost choking on your held breath, your chest feeling full, and your head feeling sore. Jason wanted nothing more for you to slap him, hit him, shut him up. He wanted to tell you he didn't mean it, that he was sorry. He wanted to run up to you, hug you in a tight embrace, and tell you not to cry because he actually is a prick and an asshole.
"Literally, why the hell are you still even here! Get lost, I'm not gonna say it again!" He yells for the final time before going back to the punching bag. And after the few seconds he got back to it, he glanced at where you were standing and saw you were already gone.
He curled over, leaning his hands over his knees, panting furiously. He wasn't sure if the tiredness came from the punches or the yelling. Maybe both. But picturing the broken look on your face pissed him off even more. Not because you were sad. Because he was the one who made you sad. This made him hate himself even more.
He tore the boxing gloves off his hands, projecting them off somewhere in the room, and yelled out in anger. He didn't even notice he started crying himself.
It's been another couple of hours. Your cheeks were long dried, but that didn't stop your shallow breaths from shaking continuously.
You then heard light knocks coming from your door. You took 3 deep and calm breaths before going towards it to see who it was.
Jason was pretty much the last person you'd expect to be standing on the other side. Furthermore, him holding a small bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands was the last thing you'd expect him to present to you. But you were scared to make the wrong move that might tick him off again.
"Jason, can we talk later I-" You said slowly in a whisper, looking at the ground while shaking your head, trying to close the door on him.
"Y/n, please," he holds the door, leaving a little gap open between you and him. "I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have yelled, and I-"
"No, Jason, stop. It's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed you, and I'm sor-"
"Don't you dare apologise." This time, when Jason raised his voice, it was different. It was softer. "It's not your fault. I was just angry, and I took it out on you. The only thing I was right about was that I am a prick and an asshole. And- and I took your gorgeous smile away from you, and-" He started to word vomit again, but this time, it made your lips tug upwards. "And I don't want you to fuck off or get lost. I never want you to get lost because your so amazing and."
He continued his rambles and didn't notice that you opened the door wider. He tore his gaze away from the ground, and his heart raced when he felt your hands cupped around his own that were holding the flowers.
"The flowers are really pretty, Jay," you smiled at him.
Your happiness was so magnetising that he mirrored your smile. But it faltered. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "You shouldn't have cried over me because of how much of an asshole I am.."
You sighed, taking the flowers from his grasp and holding them close to your chest, your finger gently gliding over some of the petals. "Let's be real, Jason, you're always an asshole. But... I was crying because you've never been so angry at me before. I was crying because I hated knowing that I was the one who pissed who off."
"Shit, oh, sweet thing, no," he quietly replied, holding both your shoulders, making you look at him. Your face warmed at the nickname. "You- You didn't piss me off. I was already pissed off before that. It was just bad timing, and me being a hot head- you can never make me angry."
Neither of you realised how the two of you were in such close proximity.
"Well... you can make it up to me?" You say, your spark of sunshine and optimism coming back.
"Yeah- yes, how, I'l do anything," Jason quickly replied.
You step back, walking to your desk, pulling an empty vase to put the flowers in. "There's a cute cafe that opened downtown," you started, admiring the arrangement of flowers. "Go with me?" You shyly ask, back still facing him.
Jason smiled wider, thinking that alone time with you would count as a date. "Of course, sugar. Anything else?"
You giggled and turned around and crossed your arms. "Yes. You're paying, obviously," you walked up to him.
"Obviously," he copied.
"And I want this to be a date." This was a new, bold side to you. You've never been this straightforward before.
Jason glances up to the ceiling for a few seconds, pretending to think. "Yeah," he places his his hands on your waist, your own resting on his chest. "I think that could be arranged."
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Hi, I love your stories, and I was wondering if you could make a transformation story about socks and/or underwear based on these images here.
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Jason, Blake and Alex decided to go out one Friday night to the club. All three were single men and friends who had a run of bad luck finding the right guy for them. They were particularly out just for some fun and looking tonight, but all that changed when they all saw a handsome stud walk into the club looking hot. All three stop talking the moment he walked into the room. All their eyes starred his direction.
"He is so hot. I got to know who he is." Jason spoke first, still not taking his eyes off the guy.
"Yeah right, I am first to get him. You two need to look elsewhere." Alex spoke next, wanting to get to know him first.
"He is out of both of your leagues. He definitely looks my type." Blake commented. The fact that all three were seeking the same guy was a problem. Only one of them could get him. He definitely wasn't interested in sharing him with the two of them.
"This is an issue. We all want the same eye candy, but only one of us can win." Alex reasoned with his two friends. They needed to come up with a solution that they all could agree on.
"I agree. I propose a contest. The one he likes wins." Blake suggested.
"How do we go about this contest?" Jason asked, curious about how they would decide on how they would make the guy like one of them.
"Simple, we each go have a chat with him one at a time. Whoever he decides to take home wins our friendly game." Blake suggested the rules. A three had fist pump to agree to that rule. Since Blake came up with the solution, he was up first.
Blake walked over to the guy. "Hey handsome." He spoke with a friendly smile. "I am Blake, haven't seen you here before." He started the chat.
"Name is Tayon and you are handsome too." Tayon smiled back.
Alex and Jason watched as the guy and Blake continued to chat. They saw them laughing together. They saw a couple of drinks be given to them. After fifteen minutes, both Blake and the guy walked towards the bathroom. They were now curious as to see if Blake had won their contest without them even playing.
Blake followed Tayon into the bathroom and into one of the big stalls. "On your knees." Tayon told him. Blake felt so compelled to obey him. He got to his knees before him. He saw Tayon pull out his cock. "Suck it, boy." Tayon said to him. Again, it was like something was overriding his own will. He began to suck his cock. The more he sucked the harder it got. After a while, he felt hot cum touch his tongue. Tayon didn't even have to give him a command. He automatically started swallowing every drop. He suddenly felt strange. Something was happening to him. He started to shrink in size as Tayon zipped up his pants. He started to scream for help, but no sound came out of his mouth. Within seconds, Tayon was giant size. His skin changed color and became like cotton. His body morphed, and he found himself completely immobilized and voiceless. He mentally panicked over the situation.
Tayon picked up the sock. "Nice, very nice. Now I need a matching sock to go with you." He put the sock in his pocket and walked out of the stall.
TO BE CONTINUED......
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Royâs brother
Jason Todd x Roy Harper x Male! Reader
Jason (top right) Roy (bottom left) and reader (bottom right)
Author note: Hello đ took a short break to meet my little nephew, my brother and sister in law are doing great and Iâm ready to entertain you all again!
It was a long night for Roy as he found his body aching, his arms tired and shaking and his head pounding.
The hot water hit Royâs skin as he took a deep sigh, soap cleaning him up as he stood under the shower.
The nights sleep was a great one, Roy slept deeply as the sun rose against his freckles.
âMorningâ Jason spoke gravelly as he sipped his coffee.
âMorning J-Dogâ Roy smiled a little as he poured himself a coffee.
The two best friends were in a comfortable silence, waking up from the hit of caffeine. Patrol was rough for the two, but the day was going to be filled with adventures.
Jason sprayed his cologne as Roy came out of his room, Jason smiled a little.
âNice outfitâ Jason winked as Roy laughed.
âThanks, you too. Great choice of fashion by the wayâ Roy complimented his best friend.
âWell, gay guys donât spend all that time in the closet for nothingâ Jason joked.
The two strolled the streets, got lunch and got a few drinks at the bar across town. The day turned later as Jason started to feel hungry again.
âGrab us a table, Iâll meet you there. Y/n just pulled upâ Roy said as Jason went into the restaurant.
Roy hadnât seen his little brother since graduation, youâd moved once you left education and saw the world.
Jason hadnât met you before as you werenât on the scene, youâd visited Roy over time but it was always just the two of you.
Roy walked in laughing as Jason looked up from his phone, he saw two red headed men walking towards him.
âJay, this is y/n, my baby brother. Y/n this is my best friend Jasonâ you two were introduced.
Jason seemed a little shy as he spoke to you, the couple of times that Roy took a bathroom break Jason would seem shy to talk to just you.
Youâd been there for a week already, time had flown by. You decided you wanted to stay where you were.
Travelling was done, now it is time to settle and work. Live in one place and see where you go.
âSo, celebrity crush?â Jason asked the table as the three of you sat drinking.
âEmily Blunt and Margot Robbieâ Roy said with no hesitation.
Jason rolled his eyes at the obvious choice for Roy, you chuckled.
âY/n?â Jason asked as you thought, mostly because you didnât know the reaction you would get.
âVinnie Hacker and Kaden Hammondâ you answer, Jason raised his eyebrows.
âTattooed and bad boy type, itâs hotâ you finished.
âI guess mine is a guy with red hairâ Jason smiled a little, as he blushed.
Roy felt the need to make a comment as he saw Jason had been checking you out.
âI bet his big brother would beat the fuck out of you if you hurt himâ Roy said sternly as Jason nodded.
âAm I missing something?â You asked, both men shook their heads.
A few more days, you decided to wake up early to clean and cook for Jason and Roy. Theyâd been having hard patrols.
âMorning handsomeâ Jason whistled as he walked in, wearing just his briefs.
âHeyâ you almost gasped as you saw Jasonâs tattoo filled, rock hard abs.
Roy walked in the door as he saw you handing Jason a cup of coffee, noticing that you were now checking out Jason.
âMorning you twoâ Roy announced his presence, you handed your brother his coffee.
The three of you sat and had breakfast as well as watching movies together in the afternoon.
âRight, patrol time. Behave yourselvesâ Roy said as he stood up and went to get ready.
Jason didnât know how to approach his new attraction to his best friends brother, he went outside for a smoke break - only to be approached by you doing the same thing.
âYou smoke?â Jason asked you, you nodded a little.
âYeah, Roy doesnât knowâ you revealed as Jason chuckled.
Jason placed his and your cigarette in his mouth as he lit them both, handing you yours.
You inhaled the smoke deeply as Jason checked you out, admiring your presence. Feeling calm and wanting only to grab hold of you.
âYou ok?â You asked, Jason nodded, still not sure how to tell you.
Heâd been picturing you in his head, lying next to him in his bed. Your bare body pressed against his, it made Jason spend nights having to relieve himself plenty of times. You in his head.
Jason threw his cigarette end on the ground, the orange tip fell to the floor as you did the same.
âBeer?â You asked as Jason smiled a little, with a slight nod.
It was a slow night as the two of you got to know each other better. The two of you smoked and drank together.
Jason felt himself burning as he saw your red hair flop as you ran your fingers through it. Roy knew from the start that Jason liked you, Roy knew you probably did too.
âJason?â You said his name for the fifth time as Jason zoned out.
âSorryâ he replied as he caught you staring into his eyes, your e/c eyes burned through his.
Jason caught himself reaching for your hand across the table, surprised to see you greeting his touch.
Before long, Jasonâs lips were on yours in a passionate kiss. Your bodies tangled together as you both shed your clothes.
âYou a top or bottom?â Jason asked you, you chuckled.
âVerseâ you sighed as Jason threw you on the bed, crawling on top of you as you kissed him again.
Jasonâs body was on top of yours in seconds, his length buried deep inside you.
Jason was an animal that night, he had you in positions youâd never heard of. He was gentle with you, making sure you were ok.
Jason made you feel things youâd never felt before.
The sun rose strong this morning as your red hair was messed, your naked body splayed on the bed next to Jason.
You saw the time, realising that it was morning. Youâd fallen asleep and realised Roy was probably home.
âShitâ you whispered as you rolled out of Jasonâs bed, searching for your underwear.
You snuck to the shower, seeing marks on your body from your wrestle with Jason last night. Some you wouldnât be able to hide as well as others.
Jason appeared in the shower behind you, placing his hand over your mouth.
It wasnât too long before Jason was inside you again. The hot water hit your skin as Jason found a rhythm inside you.
With Jasonâs hand over your mouth, you let out muffled moans. Feeling Jason empty himself inside you once again.
âGood morningâ Jason whispered in your ear, you kissed him as you smiled.
You finished in the shower as Jason shaved and brushed his teeth at the sink, watching you get out of the shower.
âHand me the towelâ you pointed as Jason handed you the towel. Very reluctantly.
âThink Royâs awake yet?â Jason asked, you shrugged as you dried yourself off with the towel.
Breakfast was awkward as Roy was none the wiser about the events of the night before, he sipped his coffee sleepily.
âYou guys get along?â Roy asked, you saw Jason shoot you a wink.
âYeah, you could say thatâ you replied, Roy nodded.
âGet upto much?â He followed, Jason smiled, standing behind Roy as he poured his coffee.
âNoâ Jason replied, as deadpanned as he could.
Over the next few nights, the two of you would sneak into each otherâs bed. Have nights of passion, and sneak back early morning before Roy got up.
You began to feel bad, lying to your older brother wasnât how you wanted this to go. But damn, Jason was with the thrill.
After a month, Jason was becoming more intense, not liking when Roy came up with the bright idea of setting you up with someone.
Jason was a little rough that night, he became very possessive. Some would say, protective.
Jason rested his head on the pillow as you lay your head on his chest, the two of you sharing a cigarette as you waited for the heat to rush back down again.
âY/n, I have to tell you somethingâ Jason broke the silence.
âMmmâ you hummed, turning your head a little to look at Jason.
âI love youâ Jason stared into your eyes, you smiled brighter than you ever had.
âI love you tooâ
Another shared kiss as you both celebrated a revelation, celebrating the love you two shared.
âWhat the fuck?â Roy almost screamed, standing in the doorway.
You jumped as Jason bolted out of your bed, standing in nothing but his underwear.
âWhat the fuck Jason? My little brother? You and my little brother? I canât believe this, the two of youâ Roy raged, his skin colour matching his red hair.
Jason stayed where he was, even though Jason is much bigger and taller than Roy, heâs seen what he can do when heâs angry.
âRoy, I can explainâ you tried to reason.
Roy was fired up, ready to hit someone and you didnât want it to be your boyfriend.
âRoy, weâre in love, please. Donât be angry, we both wanted itâ you said, walking slowly to your older brother.
His heart began to feel less heavy, his eyes turned back to emerald as Roy felt himself calm down.
âIs that true? Do you love my brother Jason?â Roy asked sternly, Jason nodded.
âI do, I love himâ Jason confirmed, Roy sighed, running his hand through his red hair.
Roy would never be ok with his best friend dating his little brother, but he also would never be ok hurting either of you.
âYou break his heart, Iâll break your fucking kneecapsâ Roy pointed to Jason.
Jason nodded, believing it, you smiled a little as Roy shook his head a little.
It was a rough night as Roy didnât sleep, thinking everything in his head. He never asked the gory details, he figured you two had slept together.
Roy smiled when he saw Jason kiss the top of your head, it was the next morning in the kitchen.
Jason kissed your head, you held onto Jasonâs hand. The two of you shared a quick kiss as Jason walked with you to the table.
âYou ok?â You asked your older brother, who was smiling a little.
âI will beâ was all he said in response.
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Unforgettable wedding
Platonic TF 141, Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader (18+)
Wc: 6.1k
Cw: Drinking, fingering,vagial sex, unprotected sex, sex in car, slightly possessive Ghost?Teasing, strong language, No use of y/n
Nicknames given: Princess, Doll, Good girl, Baby
Summary: A high school friend (Rachel) invited you to a wedding, you declared you had a lover but actually didnât. You asked Soap, Gaz and Price to be your fake boyfriend for the wedding. Price agreed after some talking, but canceled due to an emergency. Leaving you to answer questions and peer pressure from friends. Until.. Ghost shows up, pretending to be your boyfriend. Things go okay, games are played and kisses are shared. When he notices you starting to get drunk, he offers to take you home. Little did you know that ârideâ home would change everything that involved him..
A/N: I uh⊠yeah at the last part my mind went blank and uh, lost idea of what i was writing and it turned into something else.
It was a high school friend who was getting married, you kept in touch with them even if at times they were toxic towards you. They added you to a group called âinvitationsâ announcing their wedding. You didnât see it till two days later, you were busy on the mission that involved your whole time and attention. No one from your personal life knew what job you did, if anyone asked you would brush them off and change the subject. So it came to surprise you, Rachel had invited you to their wedding and you're just now responding.
You: Iâll see if I can make it, I need to work some stuff out first.
Rachel read your message along with other few close friends from the group. You set your phone down not expecting much as Soap approached you with a grin on his face and a can of pop in his hands.
âLas, you have any plans for the week off?â Soap asked as he took a seat next to you. âI've been thinking about visiting my family.â
âProbably nothing like always, which is fine.â You reply while soap opens the can of pop. âAre you seriously drinking that ten month soda?â
âIt's called pop, and matter in fact I am.â Soap relies as he drowns the sugary drink. âYou seriously donât plan to go somewhere?â
You open your mouth to reply but your phone buzzes, which you turn over and look at the notification. It's from the âinvitationsâ group chat, it suddenly became active, you open your phone and look at the messages. Your eyes widen as you read the message to yourself, Soap notice and look over at your screen.
Rachel: Thatâs fine, you probably donât even have a plus one, so you save us the food for that! I would appreciate a gift or some flowers if we ever meet up again. Xoxo
Soap tilts his head as you start to type something, someone else in the group chat sends a message. Leaving you to gasp and stopping you from sending another message.
Jason: Yeah it's fine, plus you never have time for the group anymore. Anytime that we plan something you always respond late..
You: Because I have to tend to important matters and donât have time to be on my phone. Anyways I will come then! I will see you all there and hell I will bring my partner!
You didnât think of the message you sent, until Soap gasps and looks at you in surprise.
âYou have a lover?â Soap now asks as you quickly realize what you just sent. âI never knew that.â
âI.. didnât either..â You mumble and set your phone down. âShit.. oh god what did I just do.. Soap be my fake date please you're the only one that knows.â
âNo can do, I already have my week planned out with my family.â Soap says before chuckling. âGood luck with that, now if you..â Soap burps and holds his stomach. âI'm going to regret drinking that pop.â
Soap gets up as your phone buzzes again, it's a message from the group chat again. This time it was multiple people typing all now excited you will be tending the wedding that was three days away. You nervously bit your lip and read the messages, everyone excited to meet this lover of yours that didnât even exist. Rachel soon gave you the details of the location and what type of theme you could wear that is appropriate for her wedding. You thanked Rachel and soon turned your phone off and took a deep breath, now where could you find a single man that would be willing to be your pretend boyfriend.
Three hours passed and you were doing some of your daily duties where you met Gaz in the hall. He was heading to lunch alone and crossed paths with you.
âHey, are you going to lunch yet?â Gaz asked you with a warm smile making you look up from whatever you were doing. âPrice and Ghost are there.,â
âMaybe in a couple more minutes, I gotta finish..â Your reply and sigh before looking at the boxes you were carrying. â..Ah this can wait.. You know what's for lunch?â
âThe same crappy food that's for sure.â Gaz chuckles as you start to walk with him. âYou look uneasy..did someone say something to you?â
âUh no..â You mumble and then get an idea. âWould you like to be my fake boyfriend for a wedding?â
Gaz stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you, thinking he misheard. You give him an awkward smile and look away now your face filled with embarrassment. Gaz remains silent, he was trying to process what you just said and making sure his mind wasnât playing tricks on him.
âDid I hear you right? You want me to be your fake boyfriend at a wedding?â Gaz murmured now amused by the thought. âYou should have asked me earlier before I made some plans for the week.â
âDamn you too?â You say now in some annoyance. âI asked Soap but he said he already made some plans.â
Gaz let out a small laugh before walking again, soon the two of you arrived at the mess hall. Price by then had already gotten your tray with Gazâs knowing you would join him and Ghost. You sat down and ate, nothing too important was discussed at the table, Gaz and Price were chatting about some rookies, while Ghost leaned back in his chair and listened to them. While also looking around as if he was looking for some trouble he could stop. Gaz soon brought up what you said that made you snap back into reality.
âWait wait, you asked Gaz to be a fake boyfriend for a wedding?â Price now asked you with an amused look. âAnd you also asked Soap?â
âYeah, it's just someone's wedding from highschool.. We are a friend group..â You mumble now embarrassed by all of this. âI said that I would go since their group pointed out that I never hang out with them anymore.â
âHow can you? You're working away on missions to keep their perfect lives safe, they should be grateful.â Gaz says, shaking his head for a moment. âCanât believe people sometimes thinking its easy to be in the special british forces..â
âThe thing is that they donât know what job I have..â You admit to Gaz as he lets out a laugh. âI like to keep my work life out of my personal life.â
Ghost looks at you know, he seems to be somewhat interested in what you said, Price laughs a little as you told them. Gaz on the other hand nodded, he knew what you meant and respected it.
âWait Price, will you be my fake boyfriend?â You ask him quickly with some hope. âPlease?â
âNow I would love to help you out of the mess you're in..â Price says taking a bite out of some burger.âBut, I canât do such a thing, especially something like that.â
âBut it wonât be real!â You add quickly, seeming more desperate. âPlease Iâll be less reckless on missions.â
âYou should always be less reckless on missions.â Price points out before letting a sigh. âBut okay.â
You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes, your mess now being fixed by your one and only captain. Yet boy were you wrong, on the day of the wedding Price canceled on you and apologized, an emergency had come up and you were left out without a date and the wedding was going to be starting soon. You stood outside the church and groaned softly as you saw the rest of the people arrive for it. One of them being Jason from the group chat, he had a date with him and he looked at you in a polite manner.
âNo date? Things sure donât change even out of highschool.â Jason teases as he walks into the church.
You stare at him for a moment and roll your eyes before entering the church yourself. You felt some people stare at you, it was obvious word got around that you would finally show up to something. You took a seat at the last row of the chairs and remained there for the rest of the wedding, eventually clapping and cheering the bride and groom. In the corner of your eye you saw someone, a dark figure you couldnât make out, you brush it off as a guest. People started to head to their cars, getting ready to drive to the reception a couple minutes away from the church.
You felt as if someone was watching you, just you. The feeling didnât wear off as you started to drive to the reception. You felt a car follow you, but the tint on its widows made it impossible to see who was driving. You took a turn into the reception parking lot and parked next to some other people. The car that was following you drove off, making you feel silly for thinking someone was following you.
The reception was beautiful, the place was decorated like any bride would want their reception to be. Yet when you found your name on a table you saw it was at the end of then with an empty chair next to it, you sat down and placed your bag down on the empty seat. Some friends approached you and talked about their lives, one of them made it into the fashion industry and the other was a chef that helped prepare the food for the wedding. Then it came time for you to talk about your job and how your life was.
âHonestly I have a plain life, nothing too important.â You say as attention is on you. âPlus I'm happy you all have successful careers.â
âYet you never speak about your life, you always keep quiet about it!â One says looking at you with a tense stare. âAre you poor?â
âNo..â You say hurt by their comment. âI'm well off of money..Rebbeca..â
âWhat happened with the partner you had?â Rebbeca asks, pushing you into a tight corner as eyes all on you. âOr what.. Did you lie?â
You opened your mouth to speak but Rachel walked over with a bright smile. All the attention soon turned to her as she opened a chair and sat down with the groom. Showing off her ring and dress, she soon turned her attention to the empty seat.
âOh my, did your âboyfriendâ not show up?â Rachel says now putting shame on you. âYou could have told us you didnât have a loverâŠwe could have used that seat for someone else.â
You stare at her, some anger rising up, but you remain calm. Using all of your energy to not say something that could ruin anything. You cleared your throat and smiled in a polite manner.
âI donât share anything about my personal life because of my job.â You say brushing your hands against the table. âBeing in The special Reconnaissance Regiment is hard to maintain a love life.â
Silence fills the table, no one saw you as some person to work for the army or any job like that. Racheled opened her mouth to speak but Rebbecaa spoke before her.
âYou're in the army? I never took you to be one in that type of workâ Rebecca mumbles before turning her full attention to you. âHave you.. Killed people?â
âPrivate information I cannot share for your safety and mine.â You reply feeling some weight for your shoulders to be lifted. âNow I would appreciate it if we just moved on.â
âYou always were one to pull twists on us..â Jason spoke and looked at you with a slight grin. âThatâs good, honestly I always thought you would join the military but didnât know what branch..â
You shook his comment off and made sure Rachel had the attention again. It was her wedding after all. The dance soon started for the bride and her parents. You stood by and reached for your bag, maybe thinking its best to leave. You werenât having fun, and some of your friends wouldnât leave the topic about your job. Soon someone else walked into the party, they seemed out of place for a moment then their eyes landed on you immediately. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. Ghost.
He walked past some people who stared at him, he wasnât wearing his regular âcreepyâ balaclava but a more normal one. It covered his nose and down. No work uniform was on , but a simple light button up shirt and some pants from a tux, that obviously matched him well. His dirty blonde hair was neatly fixed into a stylish slit back hair style, which you never expected him to have. The tattoos on his forearm were on full display as he finally grabbed your bag and set in on your lap. He took the seat next to you and sigh annoyed..
âDonât question it..â Ghost mumbled as he leaned back and whispered in your ear. âBe grateful I even considered such a thing..â
âHow did you even know where the reception would be held?â You ask as Ghost lets out an annoyed sigh. âI only sent that information to Price..â
âYou just answered your own question,â Ghost says bluntly as he looks around. âSo much damn white..Jesus I might go blind from it all.â
âYou handle flashbangs for a living..â You tease Ghost who immediately gives you a glare. âSorry, I thought it would be funny.â
âWhat happens when a strawberry gets run over while crossing the street?â Ghost says leaning closer to you. âHm?â
âUh..i donât know what happens?â You reply slightly amused by this behavior.
âTraffic Jam.â Ghost replies and chuckles to himself. âAnother?â
You hold back a laugh, knowing it wasn't funny yet the way his voice makes the joke sound is better. Ghost pulls your chair closer so you can hear his terrible dad jokes better.
âWhat do you call a pony with a sore throat?â Ghost hums into your ear while you hold a smile back from your lips. âA little hoarse..â
You canât help it but let a chuckle escape your lips. Ghost soon leans away from you and sits up in the chair. He looks around the party and rubs his eyes slightly showing he is annoyed by all of the lights. You look at Ghost, it was strange seeing him like this. No mask nor face paint made it feel like you walked into another universe. Which at this point you might have now noticed that he was the one that asked Price for the address to see you and help.
âThanks..â You mumble to him enough to hear. âYou really didnât have to..â
Ghost looks at you, he seems to have something on his mind. His mask moves as he is about to speak, yet the sound of the bride and groom stop him. You turn your attention to the center of the place and listen as the bride is going to cut the cake and food will be served soon.
The rest of the night some of your friends ask you about Ghost but you say nothing. Avoiding their questions and Ghost doing the same, if he did want you to answer a question about him, he would shoot you a glance or nudge your chair. The night went on, Ghost cracked some more âjokesâ that made you smile or even get a chuckle out.His arm is soon wrapped around your shoulders. You didnât mind it and soon rested your head on his arm, things were okay.
âAre you comfortable..âGhost questions while keeping his eyes away from you. âArenât you?â
âI can move away..â You reply and look at him anxiously.
âIt's fine..â Ghost replies and looks away from you. âCanât believe youâre social enough for this kind of stuff.â
âI honestly never come to stuff like this..I'm always lonely.â You murmur as Ghost turns his attention to you.
âNot this time..âGhost says, sitting up a bit, he places his hand on your face. âYou had some sauce on our lips.â
You stare at Ghost as he wipes the sauce away and leaves his thumb on your lips. He's gaze now on your lips, you feel your face heat up. Ghost gently rubs his thumb on your lips then moves it down to your chin, he makes you look slightly up at him. Ghost hazel eyes stare into your own eyes, a thick tension grows. He moved his thumb back onto your lips, gently giving them a brush. Somehow the world around the two of you slowed down, nothing matters anymore..
â..I never noticed.. How beautiful you are up close..â Ghost mumbles as his arm around your shoulders pulls you closer to him. âA sight for my sore eyes..â
Ghost moves his arm away from your shoulders and brings his hand to his mask. A loud sound makes both of you jump and turn away from each other. His hand on your face moving away to his side, the bride had grabbed a microphone and was trying to turn it on.
âAlright ladies and gentlemen! Let's get these games started!â Rachel says with a happy look on her face. âPlease bring your chairs and yourself to the center!â
People around you and Ghost started to move themselves and their chairs. You stare at everyone, most of everyone that was at the table left. You then turned your attention back to ghost, who didnât even seem interested in the game. Rachel noticed you werenât there and walked over, she grabbed your hand and smiled before speaking.
âCome on! Join us like the good old times!â Rachel says getting people to look over. âLike the good old days, you used to love musical chairs so much as kids.â
You looked around and noticed some people looking over, peer pressure got the best of you and you nodded. Ghost looked at you, there was a hit of worry and annoyance in his eyes. He stood up with you and grabbed your hand, Rachel looked at Ghost, slightly taken back by the sight of him. Rachel soon walked to the center with you and Ghost along with the chairs. It was a regular game of musical chairs, no rules except no harming each other badly. You placed your chair down in the circle, soon the music started and everyone started to move around in a circle. Ghost didnât even know why on earth he decided to join such a âchildish game.â The music stopped and chaos broke, you sat down quickly in a chair as Ghost and a couple others did the same, while two people fought for a chair. One finally sat down and soon the game continued..
Ghost got out the twelve round, he didnât like walking and too many eyes were on him. He took his chair back to the table and watched as you went against eight people. The number lowered quickly to the point it was only you and some other girl left. Both of you were focused, none wanted to lose or make a fool out of yourselves. The Dj speed up the music and you started to feel your body tense, the music stopped, without a thought you kicked the chair away and the girl fell down before she could sit down. People started to laugh and you picked up the knocked down chair, Ghost slightly was somewhat amused by the sight. The other girl tried to snatch the chair out of your hands but it was all a fail as your grip was strong.
You spun around the girl and placed the chair down, the girl did the same thing as you. She kicks the chair down and you let out an annoyed groan. She grabs the chair with a wide grin and sets the chair down. This could all be over if it wasn't for your need to win no matter what. You kicked the chair down quickly, almost hitting the other girl. She gasped as if in the blink of an eye you picked the chair up and ran to the center sitting down in it.
People cheered and Ghost looked at you with amusement, You soon walked back with the chair and smiled happily. Ghost shook his head trying to shake the look of amusement off, you hugged him without thinkingâŠHe hugs you back, a tight embrace happens as the two of you hug each other. You notice your mistake and pull away immediately.
âOh god, I'm so sorry..I was just so excited..â You say quickly as Ghost pulls you back into a hug. âGhost?â
Ghost closes his eyes and keeps holding you close, you could swear his breathing get heavier as he held you closer. His cologne filling your nose, Ghost held you close for a period of time. You soon embraced him as well and kept hugging him.
â..Never let go..â Ghost mumbles in your ear, his voice slightly breaking. âPlease..â
âPleaseâ that word sounded so heartbreaking out of his lips. You just nodded and he let go of you, that was the first time Ghost has ever done that with you. He sat down and pretended like nothing happened and he expected you to do the same.
The rest of the games continued, you would join but not most of them since your feet were tired. Ghost kept you close to him, awfully close. If any of your guy friends approached the two of you, his grip would become tighter on you. The games went on for another hour, soon the bride Rachel announced she would be throwing her bouquet soon.
âYouâd think that..You could get the bouquet as well?â Ghost asks, looking at you, before looking at some girls in the center. âIf you stand in the back the odds of you getting it are twenty out of hundred.â
âI donât like the whole bouquet stuff, Rachel would make the girl kiss their partner if they got it.â You reply looking over to the other females. âPlus, I think I won enough games already.â
âWouldnât hurt to just have a good time.â Ghost adds looking at you now which you donât notice. âWho knows if we'll ever be alive to see another wedding..â
You think for a moment then nod, standing up from your seat you walk over to the back. The bride calls out more females to the floor making sure it's even for all the females. The groom gets a chair and Rachel gets on it, she turns her back to the others on the dance floor, people start counting down for her to throw the bouquet. Rachel throws it a three and it hits a fan on the ceiling, which bounces the bouquet and it hits you right in the face. People laugh and cheer as you now hold the bouquet, Ghost eyes widen as he didnât even expect that himself to happen out of all the possibilities.
âKiss your partner now!â Rachel says with a smile as she walks over and drags you to Ghost. âKiss kiss!â
âRachel, please no lets just move on to the resââ You try to say, but Ghost grabs your waist turning you to him. âWaiââ
Ghost takes his mask down and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. He holds your hips, making sure he can hold you correctly. You lean into the kiss and start to close your eyes. It seemed like Ghost wanted to do it for a long time. Ghost breaks the kiss and pulls his mask back and places his hand on your face. He gives you a wink before creasing your cheek with his thumb. Rachel soon walks away leaving you to stare at Ghost in shock.
âI canât be arsed to care about what youâre thinking..â Ghost mumbles before taking his seat again. âIt's all pretend.â
You look at him still in shock and turn away, soon enough you found yourself drinking some fine wine being offered around. Ghost on the other hand remained sober, unwilling to talk to any other female that approached him. His eyes on you as you chugged down wine, there was a time he got worried as people cheered you on to keep drinking. You knew how to handle your liquor, but Ghost didnât know that. You look at Ghost and give him a drunken smile, yet his eyes narrow seeing that you're drunk down.
âThatâs enough drinking now.â Ghost mumbles taking the glass of wine out of your hand. âDo you hear me?â
âI'm fine, Ghost. I can't get drunk so easily with wine.â You say looking at him hoping he would give back the wine glass. âCan I have it back?â
âNo, that's enough wine for you today..â Ghost says and sets your glass on the table. âIf you keep drinking or try to drink again I will get up and leave.â
You stare at Ghost and soon take your own seat, You lean against his arm and sigh. Maybe you had been drinking too much, maybe the wine was too much for you. Ghost turned his attention to you, pulled you closer to him, almost as if he wanted you on his lap. You nuzzled your face against his arm and closed your eyes, you were starting to blackout..
âYou okay..?â Ghost asked with high concred in his voice. âYou need to head home?â
âProbably..â You mumble before looking at him. âI might have drank too much today..â
Ghost sighs and helps you stand up, he grabs your bag and starts to walk out with you. Rachel noticed and walked over with the groom, they called out for you and Ghost. He hesitated to stop but did since they were your friends. Rachel and her husband Aaron look at you and then at Ghost.
âYou two leaving?â Rachel asks slightly hurt by this. âIt's only twelve in the morningâ
âShe had too much to drink and wanted to go home.â Ghost says looking at Rachel, slight haterade he didnât like her at all. âIf you care about her, you wouldnât have to come and question why she is leaving early.â
âEasy now, we donât need an aggressive tone here.â Aaron speaks up trying to make things settle. âWe are in the wrong for cheering them on..â
Ghost starts to walk away with you, he makes sure you can lean on him as you two walk. He knew where your car was parked, the exact spot without even checking. You looked at Ghost a little concerned as to how he knew where your car was parked. He takes the keys out of your bag and looks at you.
âI'll drive you home then get an uber back here to drive my own car.â Ghost says and opens the passenger door. âCome on..â
You stare at him for a moment and get in your own car. Ghost closes the door and walks to the other side, he opens the door to the driver side, he sits down then adjusts the seat. Ghost looks over at you for a moment and pulls his mask off completely. Then grabs your head gently with the palm of his hand on the back of your head. He leans in and kisses you, the kiss was less sloppy than before. Ghost gently grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you closer, he canât get enough of your lips.
Ghost moves his other hand to your neck, you look at him as he leans in for another kiss. Your lips crash against his, he groans in the kiss. The hand on your neck gives you a gentle squeeze. Ghost hand on your hair moves to your back, he bushes the straps of your dress and looks at you with desire.
âAre you okay with this doll?â Ghost asks, looking at you. âDo you like me kissing you?â
Ghost looks at you and smiles, it is odd but yet comforting. You meet in his gaze and place your hands on his cheeks.The palm of your hands brush against his stubble, he leans close to you. Another kiss is shared between the two of you, Ghost wraps his arm around your waist. Pulling you closer to him, he lets go of your neck, placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing gentle circles on your skin. Without a thought he kisses your neck as you let go of his face, you toge on his shirt and bite your lip.
âUse your words..â Ghost says giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. âCome on..â
âI want this Ghost..â You reply as he places his hand on your chin. âDonât.. Make me beg..â
âYouâre drunk.. If you were sober maybe I would go further with you princess..â Ghost mumbled before turning his attention to the steering wheel. âLetâs get you home.â
You stare at Ghost feeling disappointed, but understand that he wanted to keep his desires in check. Ghost pulled out of the parking lot and headed into the road, once in a while he would look over at your body. How it bounced to each bump on the road, his desires and mind started to wonder as the straps on your dress slid off your shoulders. Ghost stops the car by a park nearby and turns the car off, he couldnât hold back anymore. He turns his attention to you and your neck. Pulling you close, Ghost leans his face to your neck..
âYou drive me crazy, a crazy I can't hide anymoreâŠâ Ghost murmurs before kissing your neck. âDo you want this doll? Do you want me to take you here and now..?â
You let out a soft moan and nod, Ghost wastes no time helping you get on his lap, he leans the seat back. You hear him undo his buckle of his pants, he was wasting no time to take you. To give you the pleasure you two desire in such close space. You kiss Ghost and watch as he moves his hand to your inner thighs, he gives them a gentle squeeze. He slides his fingers against your clit, shivers go down your spine.
âLook at you.. Already wet, partially dripping onto my fingers.â Ghost teases and rubs circles on your clit. âThink you can take me baby? Think you can take me like the good girl you are..â
A whimper escapes your mouth and you look down at Ghost. Whoâs admiring the faces you make to his touch, the sweet sounds you give him. Ghost soon removes his hand away from your pussy and licks his finger, you blush to his action.
âWhy would you do that..â You mumble in slight embarrassment. âGhââ
âIt's Simon to you princess..â Ghost says inserting two fingers into your pussy without a warning.
You arch your back and let out a loud moan, he didnât give you any warning. Slowly he fingered you, enjoying watching you come undone to just his fingers. Ghost moved at a slow pace, wanting to savor every second of your reaction. Your hips soon started to move on their own, your body wanting more of his finger. Ghost pulls them out and looks at you while you let out a small whimper. Ghost chuckles and moves his throbbing cock close to your pussy.
âPatience, pretty girl. Patience..â Ghost mumbles and looks at you. âYou think that you can handle it?â
You give an quickïżŒ nod and try to place your body on his cock, but Ghost stops you and rubs your hips. He knew you wanted as much as he did, but he wanted to make sure you could take him. Ghost brushed his hands on your hips and bit his lip, he wanted to just ruin you and keep you close to him.
âGhâSimon.. Please..â You beg now looking down at him. âPlease.. I canât keep waiting..â
You start to beg him, he loves the sight of you begging, the sound of your whimpers wanting your own hips to be placed on his. Ghost without warning drops your body on to his cock, he lets out a satisfied groan as you let out a small cry. You have taken every single inch of him, Ghost rubs your hips again letting you adjust to him. Some tears escape your eyes and you hold onto the handle off the door. Ghost shifts on the car seat and lets out a groan as take more of him in.
âBloody hell..you're so perfect.. So bloody perfect for me..â Ghost moans out and closes his eyes. âPerfectly made for me baby..â He pauses for a moment and digs his fingers on the side of your hips. âThink you can move a baby girl, think you can move this beautiful body of yours?â
You give him a gentle nod and slowly bounce on his cock. Ghost groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, he lets go of your hips and places his hands on your thighs. Giving them a good squeeze, you canât help but moan his name as your hips move.
âThatâs it princess that's it..â Ghost murmurs while giving your thighs another squeeze. â Use my cock to satisfy this pussy of yours.â
Ghost was completely pussy drunk, mumbling things as you bounced on his cock. Ghost opened his eyes soon enough to catch a glimpse of your face, how you particularly looked at him. Ghost moves his hands back to your waist, he adjusts himself and thrust into you. You let out a moan, Ghost started to move himself as you arched your back trembling as you were on your high with him, Your eyes rolled back and your moans were music to his ears.
âCum for me baby, cum for me..âGhost says, thrusting his cock recklessly into you. âThatâs it, love.. Bloody hell..that's it clinching that pussy around my cock.â
Without another word you moan loudly and let your body fall on him, You had reached your orgasm. Ghost wasn't so far behind, he pulled out and came on your ass, he groaned and soon wrapped his arms around you. He took steady breaths and brushed his hand on your hair. Gently patting your back with his other hand.
âYou did so good for me doll.. So good..â Ghost murmurs into your ear and holds you close. âBreath..â
âI.. love you..â You reply without thinking. âI really..love you..â
Ghost looked at you and then sigh softly before kissing your head. He holds you close but says nothing. The both of you stay like that for a couple minutes, crickets and sounds of nature lay on your ears as finally Ghost speaks.
âI love you too..â Ghost mumbles creasing your face, before kissing your cheek. âWe still need to get you home.â
You nodded and lifted yourself off of Ghost. You sat back in the passenger seat and watched as Ghost buckled his pants up again, you in the meantime fixed your panties. He started the car and got out of the parking lot of the park. Ghost glanced over at you while he drove. Things were definitely never gonna be the same between him and you, Ghost knew that like you did. He placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. You looked at Ghost, as he drove your car, the car you had your first time with Ghost, so many thoughts and so many questions but what did that matter now? This wedding was definitely going to be an unforgettable one.
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Let's fuck up the friendship : J.T x fem!reader
how cute is that picture? UwU
request by @parkjammys (once again, thank you for making my day by posting pics of Outlaws!Jason today)
based on the prompt: "sometimes i look at people and think.. really? thatâs the sperm that won?â With best friend Jason feeling really jealous seeing his best friend that he has a major crush on, talk to some guy (guy is Kyle Rayner) and he's mumbling "he's not even her type"
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âWhy is he here again?â Jason scoffed, carefully observing his best friend Y/N, talking to that stupid prick of a green lantern, Kyle Rayner.
âDunno.â Dick, still in his Nightwing suit shrugged casually, while stuffing his mouth with cereals âprobably something to do with the newest mission on Earth or something like that.â
âIt doesnât bother you at all?â Jason hissed, involuntarily clenching his fist. âthat he just drops by whenever he wants?â
âNo, not really.â Dick swallowed particularly huge piece of his meal and focused on his brotherâs face. âdoes it bother you?â
It wasnât a secret that Jason and Kyle werenât exactly friends, but the former never reacted with suchâŠ. intensity. All right, most of the times the green lantern showed himself around Jason was throwing offences left and right, showing his teeth and acting like he was marking territory. Kyle, however did exactly the same thing. It was sort of tradition at this point. But all that teasing, fake fighting and extreme emotions never escalated so quickly to the point where Jason was all red (and not because of the helmet or the gear), grinding his teeth and subconsciously reaching for his gun while his eyes were fixed on one place in space. Or rather, one person.
Y/N.
She was talking to Kyle, laughing at whatever he just said, her eyes sparkling, looking happy like never before. And what was even worse she just hit his chest playfully. SHE TOUCHED HIM for fuckâs sake and that fucker really seemed to enjoy that. On the other side, Jay did not like it at all. How could he? He had a massive crush on her since he could remember and yet, despite all his cool demeanor, harsh behavior and bad boy outlook, he was too self-conscious to ever confront her about it. Stupid, longing idiot, afraid of his own feelings. To tell the truth, he himself wasnât sure if he was more afraid of the possibility of her pushing him away or rather the fact that by some miracle she might want him. He was not good in relationships, any of them, and that made his mind create crazy scenarios in which she was hurt or killed or sad or crying because of him.
But sure as hell he was not going to let Rayner get to her first!
She was just âŠ. something different.
The girl who knew what she wanted and wouldnât settle for anything else. The girl who would stand by you, listening to every rant and problem you may have, but also the one who would turn and run the second she got vulnerable. It was so damn hard, to get her to open up, since on 9 out of 10 cases she would just jump into helping someone else or dig into work. Â
And she was his best friend.
What kind of fool falls for his best friend?
It was stupid and childish and naĂŻve and yet, all he wanted and needed was to just approach her that very second, interrupt her happy conversation and use one sentence that would either make her hate him and disappear for good or get them both to a whole new level of relationship.
âLetâs fuck up the friendship.â God, how he wished he had the guts to just get it out of his system.
Instead he settled on watching her from the distance, not rushing to make a fool out of himself in front of both Dickhead and that freaking Rayner.
âJace?â Dick interrupted his train of thought, smirking under his nose.
âWhat?!â
âIs this about her?â
âWhat? NO. Fuck no. Sheâs just my friend. My best friend.â
âYeah, right, friends donât look at friends that way.â
âWhatever!â Jason scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest sulking for a moment and sighing deeply. âI hate the way sheâs smiling at him.â He mumbled âand sheâs not even trying to hide itâŠ.â He pouted like a completely immature 5 year old.
âSheâs an astrophysicist, Jason.â Dick patted his arm reassuringly â You canât blame her for being enthralled by all that crazy space-shit stuff heâs saying.â
âI donât blame her.â Jason hissed âI blame him, you know? Do you ever just look at people and think: really? Thatâs the sperm that won?â
âNoâŠ..â Dick made a face in confusion. Damn it, if that were the thoughts coming into Jasonâs mindthan it really was bad.
âWell, I do. And heâs the living proof of that.â
âJasonâŠ..â
âHeâs not even her typeâŠâ Todd muttered under his breath.
âAnd what exactly is her type?â Dick smirked again âTall, dark haired, well-build douche? If you care about her âŠ..â
âI donât fucking care about her!â he yelled.
Too loud.
Whoopsy.
Not a chance she didnât hear that, and the sudden outburst made her turn her head towards him. Shit, if he was red before, now he was simply crimson. Jason found himself between the devil and the deep blue see. Should he clear this little misunderstanding? Should he come clean? Or should he just run away leaving the ground burning?
âJace?â she stuttered, her eyes growing wide, while Kyle took the chance and wrapped and arm around her shoulders protectively to give her some grounding âIs this about me?â
âGood luck, clearing that out, Jaybridâ Dick laughed, but hid it by pretending to sneeze.
âShut up, Grayson!â Jason hissed through clenched teeth and slowly approached the girl and Kyle. âIt was not about you. It was about some girl Grayson met and about whom he couldnât shut up. You are my best friend, you know it, right?â
âYeah, yeah, right, best friendâ she mumbled looking down, moving slightly closer to Rayner and away from Jason. Oh, that was like a slap on the cheek. Like a sting right through his heart. Like aâŠ.
Was it disappointment in her eyes?
No, it couldnât beâŠ. Why would she be disappointed?
âAnyway, if you donât mind, Raynerâ Jason used the unimaginable amount of power to control himself âI would love to rescue my best friend from your hand. I bet whatever you say about space must be out of this world, but there are people who actually need her on Earth. On daily basis. Not just while dropping from time to time and leaving her hanging.â
âOh, Todd.â Kyle cooed âarenât you just so cute while trying to act like a knight in shining armor. But guess what, she doesnât need your protection.â
âRight. The only one whoâs going to need protection is you. From me.â Jason leaned forward eyeing the other boy with predatory gaze âI know what you are plotting, Rayner. And if you think Iâm going to let you use herâŠ.â
âIs someone jealous?â Kyle scoffed âcause sure it seems you treat me like a threat.â
âWhy donât we take it outside so I can show you how much I am not scared of you. Maybe this time you will deal with someone equal to you rather than seducing girls with your fake charm!â Jason jumped to his feet, Kyle following right after and the tension was so palpable that most likely they wouldnât even wait to go outside, just beat the shit of each other right inside.
âENOUGH!â sudden scream coming from Y/N made them both gasp in surprise. Neither Jason nor Kyle has even seen her this angry. She was practically fuming and it was terrifying to see this normally calm, communicative and focused-on-peaceful-solutions-to-problems girl in such state. And it was them who pushed her to this point. She was not a meta or any other kind of superhero but at that moment she held the power of the hurricane and was about to throw it at them.
Shit.
âY/NâŠâ Jason raised his hands and tried to calm her down.
âShut up, Jason!â
â You heard the girl, shut up, Jasonâ Kyle laughed viciously
âTHE SAME GOES FOR YOU RAYNER!â
âIâm sorryâŠ.â He whimpered and it was Jasonâs turn to laugh.
âI am TIRED of being your toy. Exhausted to be precise. Iâve been making doe eyes at you, Todd for months now. Doe eyes that you chose to ignore every. single. fucking. time. And yet, the moment I move on from this silly, stupid, fucking, one-sided crush you decide to step it and ruin everything. Just because you wanted to? Just because you what? You get jealous now? Fuck, Jason, do you really think you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, not caring about the others? Not caring what I have to say? Oh, hell no. You donât hold such power over me. Not anymore.â
âY/NâŠ.â Jason took a step forward, but she jumped away, almost like he was a disease she didnât want to catch.
âGet away from me!â she hissed âWe were just talking, you idiot! I was being nice, not that you know what it means! Iâm done with both of you!â
âWait, what did I do?â Kyle asked, now a bit confused
âOh, nothing, sweetie.â Y/N mocked âjust telling me the shit of improbable stories to make Jason angry while watching me laugh with you. Yeah, I noticed that.â She cut Jason off the moment he opened his mouth to say a thing in his defense âWell, genius, I was laughing at you, wondering when will you finally realize that I did my research and donât believe a word you say. Are you familiar with the word sarcasm?â
âHaha! Burn!â Jason couldnât help but let out a laugh
âAnd you, Todd, should  learn the meaning of the word honest. You are both losers. I want nothing to do with you. Iâm out.â
And so she left. The only sound they heard after that was slamming of the door to her room. She had one at the Manor since her expert knowledge was sometimes needed and she was helping the bats while patrolling at night.
And then chewing on the cereals.
âWell that was quite the showâŠ.â
âSHUT UP GRAYSON!â
***
âY/N? Please, open the door. I just wanna talk.â Jason was knocking at her door for like 10 minutes now and yet, she didnât bother answering and he started losing all hope. Did he fuck up? Was all the chances he had with her gone just because he was a stupid idiot In love and therefore acting like crazy?
âSheâs not there, you know.â Tim emerged from his room, bothered by all the knocking and begging.
âWhat? then where is she?â
âHmâŠ. Not sure if I should tell you after everything that just went downâŠ..â
âHow do youâŠ.? Fuck, whatever. I swear if you donât tell me where she hid I would burn all the coffee shops in the tristate area!â
âI equipped them all with the fireproof furniture and equipment a while ago. Had a feeling that sooner or later you will threaten me with the lack of coffeeâŠ.Listen to me carefully, replacementâŠâ Jason took a step forward, towering over Timâs figure but before he could take any action, another voice joined the conversation.
âBoys. Why do you always have to act like savages? Y/N escaped to the roof. Guess she was in need of some air after that little outburst.â
âThanks, Steph.â
âAlways a pleasure. â she winked âOh, and Todd? Make sure to fix it. I really donât like this Rayner guy, either.â
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âWas it Steph? I know it was her.â Jason could only do as much as step into the rooftop when Y/N felt his presence. Apparently the time with bats sharpened her senses.
âY/n. I just want to talk.â
âOk. Sit. Talk. Iâm listening.â She patted the spot next to her and Jason took it without any hesitation. She was willing to listen, maybe not everything was lost.
âIâm sorryâ he sighed deeply and that made her turn her head and look straight into his eyes just to confirm if he actually did say the words she heard coming from him
âWow! That would be the first time I ever heard you say a thing like that!â she laughed
âI mean it. Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to make you feel like I was playing around with you or anything like this. Itâs justâŠ. justâŠ..â
âWhat, Jace? Come on, just say it. Just be honest with me. I wonât laugh or judge you, I promise.â
âI had a crush on you.â
âHad?â
âAll right, I still do!â he threw his hands in the air âAre you trying to humiliate me now?â
âFor how long?â she asked looking at the space in front of her, not meeting his eyes and missing the fact that he was eyeing her with love sick puppy eyes, begging whatever deity was there that she would let him love her. Despite everything. He would put all the work in proving to her that he could be better. For her. For them. And if that required honesty â so be it.
âA year.â He muttered, almost inaudibly.
âA year?!â she cried âseriously, Jason! Why didnât you tell me?!â
âHow was I supposed to tell you?! I didnât know if you were feeling the same way! I couldnât risk scaring you off. I couldnât riskâŠ. Losing you. â
âYou didnât notice all those times when I was making a fool out of myself just to get your attention? I mean really, doe eyes?â
âIâmâŠ. Iâm not good with all that flirting and teasing and relationship stuff. I ⊠I donât recognize it well. Besides, you are my best friend and âŠ.â
âAnd what?â she moved her whole body, so now she was not only facing him, but her whole figure was turned towards him âJust say it. Please.â She begged, looking straight into his eyes, not faltering for even a second. âSay it, cause I donât think I can.â
âI wanna fuck up the friendship.â He gasped, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. But once he started he just couldnât stop the flow âI want to love you. I want to have you to myself. I want to be yours. I want to be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. I donât want to be just friends anymore. I want to make you mine. If you let a fool like meâŠ..â
âAnd itâs not just because of Kyle?â
âFuck no! I donât give a single damn about him! I care about you, Y/N. In a more-than-friends way. Iâm done pretending. â he whispered looking down, his cheeks a bit reddened. Not a long though since she cupped his cheek and made him look at her. âPlease, be mineâhe whimpered
âJason, can you promise me you wonât act like a male ego embodied again?â
âI canât.â he shook his head in resignation âI canât cause I care too much and canât help getting possessive sometimes andâŠ..â She didnât let him finish leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. This took him a bit by surprise, since he thought she was going to ditch him for not being able to promise her what she needed. And instead, she was kissing him?
Damn it, not just kissing, that was clearly an understatement. She was laying all her love on him. Those sweet, soft lips he was dreaming about for so long were on his, brushing over his gently and yet with so much passion he was practically melting. He wanted more and yet, all that tenderness and intimacy of sharing first kiss in the privacy of nighted rooftop was something to enjoy rather than to destroy by any urgency.
And so, even if still confused, he followed her lead, choosing delicacy and softness. Maybe it was what they both needed and enough to get him high and drunk on the feeling of her. He could feel her with every cell in his body. Her touches, her smell, her affection for him. All of it combined.
He barely held back a whine when she pulled back.
âDoes this mean you forgive me?â he whispered, his hands aching to touch her and hold her to his chest, but holding back because he needed her direct answer. âFor acting like a dumbass?â
âYou had me at I wanna fuck up the friendshipâ she laughed lightly, changing position and settling between his legs, not fighting or running away. Â
âYou have no idea how long I wanted to say it.â He answered, wrapping arms around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her neck softly, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo âSo long, baby⊠so fucking longâŠ..â
âGlad you choose the moment when I was forgiving and mercifulâ she chuckled ââbecause you know, it could have backfired on you.â
âBut youâre not leaving?â his grip on her tightened in a sudden fright this was all just a crazy dream and in a minute he would wake up in his own bed, alone and cold, still yearning for her, none of those words from before said in real life.
âNo.â she put her soft hands on his biceps, caressing his skin and all those scars reassuringly âI made up my mind, Jason. Itâs you. Itâs always been you. Iâm done pretending too.â she turned her head and hid face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling her nose over his skin. âI love you.â
In the darkness of the roof, with almost no stars on the sky and with her eyes closed, she didnât notice few tears that gathered in Jasonâs eyes and flowing down his cheeks.
He had her.
He finally had her.
And he was not going to let go.
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jason meeting you for the first time in book club and heâs head over heels
gonna spam your inbox with jason asks btw hi
wait this is so cute, like you've got me thinking (this got way longer than expected)
there's a bookstore you go to frequently and on the last friday of every month they host a book club. you've been one of the members for a while now, and you know every name, face, and life story of everybody in the group by now. so, when you walk in on the last friday of this particular month, you definitely notice the unfamiliar man sitting amongst people you've already gotten to know. he's handsome, with dark hair, and green eyes, and he looks like the type to be playing beer pong on a friday night, not critiquing the plot of some newly released murder mystery. you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued.
regardless, you take your seat and the meeting starts. everyone takes turns sharing their opinions, each person stating how they couldn't see the plot twist coming, and that they found the book incredibly riveting. when your turn comes, you politely explain that to you it was predictable. there was only one real suspect with a clear motive, anyone else would've been a stretch. it was too easy to deduce what had actually gone down that night, and you didn't think the book needed 450+ pages to get there.
the opinion is pretty well received, except for this one person in the group that's always always irks you, asking "and how exactly did you figure that out? because if none of us did, i have a hard time believing that you did." you could give them a play by play of exactly where the author went wrong, how too many of the clues had obvious explanations, and how any semblance of common sense would lead you to the real killer. but instead, you opt for a simple "i don't know, just got lucky i guess," followed by a shrug.
the sharing continues until you get to the dark haired stranger sitting almost directly across from you in the circle. every person in the room is staring at him intently and you don't blame them, it's not often a guy as hot as him joins in on your monthly activity. you almost think it's a joke, a prank, he's being hazed, he'll open his mouth to speak and then bolt out the door leaving you guys in the dust. but instead, he calmly gestures to you, "i agree with them. far too easy to figure out, don't get me wrong it's well written but it heavily relies on the reader conveniently forgetting details from the previous chapters." he gets it, this guy gets it. you chime in, "exactly, like when they reveal that the mistress was on the boat the entire time, but they hinted at her being on the boat within the first chapter." no one asks for any follow up this time, simply accepting the pretty man's word as law.
everyone finishes sharing their opinions and then it's time to mingle. you walk around, catching up with acquaintances you hadn't seen in a while, and the stranger watches you from across the room. watching you seamlessly interact with the people in the store before turning your attention to the shelves upon shelves of new and untouched books. brushing your fingers across the spines, and occasionally pulling one down to read a blurb.
he watches you make your way down the aisles, dipping in and out of his field of vision, and back to the main area where everyone's chatting, before spotting him and heading over to where he stands; a book in hand. you hold it out for him and he takes it, looking up at you curiously.
"a good mystery. if you're looking for one."
"thanks."
"yeah, no problem."
you walk away, and he watches your back as you head over to the rest of the group to say your goodbyes and head out. but before you exit, hand holding the door open, you turn towards him and give him a small wave, before the sound of the bell on the door jangling invades his ears, and you're no longer there.
his eyes follow you until he can't see you through the window anymore and he looks down at the book, it's something he's read before. but it's good, and he knows you know it's good because you recommended it to him. so even though he's already read it, he'll read it again so he has something to talk about with you in a month when he gets your name.
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Hi! Iâve never sent a request so Iâm not fully sure how it works, but I love your account! I was wondering if you could do some headcanons on how Jason Voorhees and Micheal Myres would react to an autistic reader who vocal stims a lot? (ie, screeching out of the blue, making stupid noises, repeating phrases stuck in their head etc), if not thatâs completely fine :) thank you!
Hey! I had to do a little research on this so I hope I got it right. Hope you enjoy!
Jason Voorhees
Are you okay? Are you having a seizure? Are you gonna die?! Jason is very concerned; he thinks you're gonna croak. He doesnât know what autism is. His mother never explained what disorders are or the many different types of disorders: she never needed to. Youâre probably gonna have to explain it to him, when you calm down, because his mother has no clue that you have autism and probably thinks youâre on drugs. If in any case she knew, sheâd have probably explained it to him already.Â
Jason doesnât know how to help you. All he really knows is to sit with you and listen to you squawk like a pterodactyl for 5 hours straight. However, his mother teaches him some techniques to help you cope with your autism and sharpen your communication skills.Â
One thing for sure is that you never have to worry about bright lights and noise; Jason only lights his cabin by candle, which isnât too bright, and you guys live out in the woods so, over all, itâs pretty quiet. Also, from what his mom told him, Jason knows you donât understand sign language so he writes simple sentences on pieces of paper as a way of communication. Â
Jason is pretty patient. If you donât understand something right away, heâll just wait until you do. Heâll give you a thumbs up as a source of encouragement. You got this! Jason believes in you! đÂ
As for your random outbursts, it scares Jason. You guys will just be sitting there in peace and then all of a sudden you start yelling random shit: it startles him. Again, heâll just sit there and let you yell rant because whatâs his business to shut you up. Just donât get up and yell all in his face though: it hurts his ears.
Michael Myers
Letâs start with that you absolutely annoy the crap out of him. Sometimes it gets to the point Michael is questioning his own sanity and wishing heâd of killed you a long time ago. Yeah, thatâs how bad it is. đ Heâs always wondering how the hell he got stuck with you. If he could kill himself, he would, but you know⊠heâs immortal. đ€·ââïž
Michael doesnât know what autism is so he thinks you're on drugs. You canât change his mind, even if you try to explain it to him: heâs not convinced. Heâll literally trash your room to see if you're hiding anything and stalk you a lot to make sure you arenât buying anything that you shouldnât be inhaling. Well, I guess you arenât taking drugs, but you definitely are a weirdo.Â
Your random outbursts and screaming make him wanna sock you in the face. Michael really likes his peace and quiet; you making all those loud noises just pisses him off. He almost has himself convinced that you do it on purpose. There was this one time when you randomly started screeching; you were screeching for almost 30 minutes and Michael had enough of it. He grabbed the closest small object he could find and jammed that sucker in your mouth. Though, he wished it went down your throat so you would choke and die. đ«€Â
Even though Michael is pretty mean to you, he still loves you in his own way. When he found out that youâve had a disorder this whole time, that he probably found out when he was stalking you while you were at a therapy session, he decides heâs going to learn tactics to help you cope with your autism. Finally⊠đ Even if it is so you stop screaming at the top of your lungs all the time.
Michael will steal crafts, coloring books, paper, and anything you may want from the store to keep your mind busy. If you're focusing on a craft, you wonât randomly screech right? Heâll also steal a whole bunch of prescribed medication from the pharmacy in hopes that one of them will cure your autism. I don't think ibuprofen helps with autism Michael. đ€ŠđŒââïž He just really wants you to stop being so annoying all the time.
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I'd Give You The Skies,If I Could
Pairing:
Valgrace(Leo Valdez/Jason Grace)
CW:
Minor Harassment, Discussion of Neglect and Abuse
Synopsis:
Jason Grace always been a lonely prince. Raised to be nothing but a symbol and a pawn to his kingdom and family.
So of course he's a tad protective over the first person outside his cousins and sister to treat him like a person. Doesn't mean anything else...right?
Ao3 Link:
Jason should've known better to keep his mouth shut.
His father and stepmother reminded him of that constantly growing up. Keep his mouth shut, behave like a rightful prince.
But it was very hard to do that when he was feeling like this.
âDo they have to be so touchy?â Jason grumbled as he watched one of the visiting nobles interacting with Leo,his personal royal servant. Though Jason always considered him one of his closest friends.
âI think they'd be rather caught dead than actually respect boundaries of anyone not a noble human or sorcerer.â Percy,Jason's cousin,snorted.
âYou don't just touch someone's wings without permission.â
âI know man. You could tell them off.â Percy pointed out.
âI'd probably get in trouble.â Jason grumbled.
âI mean,I could do it but I'd probably be far less professional than you-â
âPoint taken.â Jason said quickly. Knowing Percy didn't have as much care about appearances as Jason was forced to have. If a noble complained,Poseidon would probably just laugh and clap his son on the back. Zeus on the other hand? Not so much. Hera's influence and Lupa's work to actually raise him was the only reason he actually made it past two. Sometimes he wondered if Zeus was just waiting for a good excuse to be rid of him.
Jason took a steady breath before stepping forward,slipping over beside Leo and the noble.
âAh! Your highness! Intriguing thing,your servant.â The noble said, still pulling at Leo's wings. The were- dragon was very obviously trying hard not to snap at the noble.
âI'd rather you not be so handsy with our staff, sir.â Jason said, keeping a professional tone.
âAh. Apologizes your highness, but a type like him is so rare to see. He's quite cute too.â
Jason bit back a growl, if his own wings weren't hidden they would've been fluffed up.
âStill. We rather our staff not be handled in such a way.â He tried to stay professional,he hated dealing with nobles.
âOf course your highness.â The noble pulled away, much to Jason's relief. âWhere did your family get such a beauty for a servant?â
Leo growled, his own tail lashing back and forth.
Jason managed to keep his composure.
âI believe that would be more of a question for Her Majesty, the Queen.â He said. âNow, if you don't mind, our attention is needed somewhere else.â
He didn't wait for the noble to respond,instead he grabbed Leo's wrist and pulled him away. Heading out into the garden until they were on their own. He let out a sigh of relief.
âI'm so sorry about that. Are you okay?â Jason turned to Leo, frowning.
Leo managed his usual grin that always sent butterflies in Jason's stomach.
âMe? Yeah! Yeah it's fine. Should be use to it at this point right?â
âThat's not something you should be use to. He didn't hurt your wings did he?â Jason asked worriedly.
âThey're fine. Don't worry. Thanks for the save back there though.â Leo chuckled softly. He made a point to dramatically lean against Jason, arm over his face. âOh my hero!â
âOkay, okay.â Jason laughed, ignoring the way his stomach flipped and face flushed when Leo leaned on him. âNo need for all that. I should've been more aware. They always get like this at parties.â
âYeah. But it's whatever.â Leo shrugged, pulling away. âJust like that with humans and such. You know?â
Jason bit his cheek. He sadly did know. That's how his father ran his kingdom. Humans and sorcerers always had the higher respect, others were lucky to be allowed about. It was the one thing Zeus kept from when his father ruled before him.
Another reason Jason was pretty sure Zeus was waiting for a reason to be rid of him. Unlike his sister and most of his cousins, Jason was born Fae. Storm Fae to be exact. Or at least more obviously so, though his father forced him to hide his wings and tail to expel rumors.
A big reason he was so insistent on Leo being treated better. Jason was so use to not being, at least when it came to his father and stepmother.
âYou think they get mad if we left the party early?â Leo asked, glancing over Jason's shoulder back towards the party.
âUh- I don't know-â
âWe could say you weren't feeling well.â Leo grinned. âWouldn't want his highness feeling sick around so many people, right?â
âI. I guess not?â Jason wasn't so great with lying, but Leo seemed great at getting them out of situations Like this. He was pretty thankful.
Jason headed back inside with Leo, the were- dragon stayed close to him as they walked through the crowds. Jason muttered soft âexcuse meâs as they squeezed by others.
Jason caught the staring of two of the nobles, one the same from earlier. Jason suddenly felt an urge to stay closer to Leo, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Leo looked up at him, giving him that same stupid grin that made his heart flutter.
âYou good, man?â
âHuh? Oh. Yeah. JustâŠpeople are staring.â Jason mumbled.
Leo looked around before spotting the two nobles. He seemed uncomfortable for a moment before forcing a grin again.
âWhat, you jealous?â Leo teased.
Jason didn't answer.
âLet's just get to the room. Before they try to mess with you again.â
Leo raised a brow, looking Jason over for a moment before smirking.
âAs you wish your highness.â He laughed.
Jason couldn't read Leo sometimes. He decided not to question what was going through his head this time.
As soon as they got back to Jason's quarters, Leo sighed dramatically and flopped onto Jason's bed. Having no problem laying out on the prince's bed like he owned it.
Jason didn't mind, he never did. He'd probably sleep on the floor if Leo asked.
Not that he would. Leo was always much too kind to him despite the situation Jason's stepmother forced him in.
âPublic gatherings suck.â Leo announced. âI don't think anyone there enjoys each other's company.â
Jason laughed, sitting on the bed beside him.
âIt's mostly business.â Jason said, looking down at Leo. He was trying so hard to ignore the flutter in his chest he got when the were- dragon looked up at him.
âHave to keep face and make deals and what not.â
âBoring!â Leo stretched out his limbs and wings. âNone of them seem all that interested in it either.â He chuckled.
Jason frowned. âYeahâŠsorry again about them getting touchy with you.â He said.
Leo scoffed. âIt's fine. Use to it.â He shrugged before grinning at Jason, shifting around so he was leaning on Jason's shoulder.
âAt least I had my big strong prince to defend me!â Leo joked, laughing that warm laugh that sent butterflies through Jason's stomach. He prayed he wasn't sparking.
âYou don't get much choice being here. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.â Jason said.
Leo chucked, moving to lay his chin on Jason's shoulder. Those ember brown eyes sent a warm feeling in Jason's chest.
âYou already let me have a spot in your room and don't force me to bind my wings. Dude, you don't have to push to make sure no one messes with me as well. You're a prince!â Leo motioned.
âYou deserve better than that.â Jason said. Really? He'd give Leo the world if he could, it felt like even that wasn't enough in return to just how much Leo has done for him.
âIt's that way you looked like you were gonna bite that noble's hand off earlier?â Leo teased.
Jason blushed. âI- I didn't look that angry did I?â
âOh you looked furious. I thought you were gonna snip at him, really.â
Jason went redder.
âOh.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âI justâŠdidn't like how he was treating you. You don't grab someone's wings like that.â
Leo smiled a bit, scanning Jason's face as if looking for something. Jason felt his cheeks flush at the attention.
âReally? You sure you weren't jealous?â Leo joked.
Jason blushed more, âWhy do you keep saying that?â
âNothing particularly. Just the look you had I guess.â Leo said. âIf it's anything, if anyone is allowed to touch my wings like that, it's you.â
Jason blinked, âWhat- really? Why?â
âCause I trust you man!â Leo playfully nudged him. âAnd you trusted me enough to show me your wings. I don't see why not.â
âYeah- but touching and showing are two different things.â Jason said.
Wings are delicate parts to any being that has them. They're symbols of their ownerâs freedom in a way. The reason Jason made the decision to openly put his foot down about binding Leo's wings when he first received him as a servant, and the same reason that Jason being forced to not only hide his wings but as well as clip his feathers hurt. To let someone hold and grab your wings in any way was entrusting then not to take away your freedom to the skies. A freedom Jason never got to enjoy. He never got a say of who did what to his wings. He didn't want Leo to go through that too.
âStill. I trust you,J-Man.â Leo said. âPlus, maybe one day I can convince you to give me a wing massage.â
Jason laughed, the warm feeling rising in his chest. He was glad Leo didn't act professional around Jason. The prince was tired of either getting tugged about or walked eggshells around, Leo treated him like a person. Jason made it clear that their relationship was a mutual one and Leo met that in full. Even when Jason himself forgot, grasping to try make up for Leo being in the situation he was in that was beyond either of their control, Leo managed to get him to lay down and relax. To not worry himself over everything just to make Leo happy and comfortable.
Yet. Each time it just made Jason fall for him more.
Jason didn't think he deserved the kindness and care Leo gave him. He never truly received it from many others before. What did he do to earn it now?
âSpeaking of wings-â Leo said,sitting up. âYou can stretch yours out, you know? No one's here that's gonna fuss at ya.â He nudged him playfully.
Jason blushed brightly. âOh. Right.â
He took his coat off, hanging it up before taking a breath and taking off his dress shirt, leaving him in an off white undershirt.
The sigil on his back glowed for a moment before his wings popped out of the holes on the back of his shirt. He winced, keeping his wings hidden like this wasn't as easy as his wings disappearing and reappearing. It was like putting his wings into a small box, he very much still felt them and it wasn't rare to get cramps.
But it kept others from seeing them, that's all really matter to his family it seemed.
âHate they make you do that.â Leo grumbled. âYou always look in pain.â
âProbably because I am.âJason wanted to say, but he didn't want to worry or freak Leo out.
âIt's fine.â He said instead, forcing a smile. âAt least I get to stretch them and my tail out at night.â
Leo frowned. âThat's like, the bare minimum, dude.â
Jason shrugged, before grabbing some sleepwear from his drawers. âI guess. Better than nothing though. Anyway, I'm gonna change. Be right back.â
âYou know I'm not going nowhere, man.â Leo chuckled.
Jason chuckled softly as well before heading into his washroom to change.
It felt good to be out of the stuffy dress clothes. Getting into something more comfortable.
He returned back out to his room, smiling seeing Leo hanging off the side of Jason's bed.
âWhat are you doing?â Jason asked, chuckling a bit.
Leo shrugged. âI don't know. It's fun.â He said before patting a spot next to him. âJoin me.â
âI'm gonna get lightheaded doing that.â
âOh come on. It's fun!â Leo grinned.
Jason sighed, unable to fight back the smile on his face. âAlright,alright.â
He got onto the bed beside Leo, stretching out his wings a bit before leaning off the side of the bed.
âOh.â
âRight?â Leo grinned. Jason couldn't help but relax,Leo always made him feel comfortable to just..be. It was nice.
Leo had to rambling about something Jason really didn't understand, but he listened intently to everything Leo said. Just watching how his eyes lit up when he talked. The way he seemed so enthusiastic about what he talked about.
They stayed like that for hours. Before Jason found himself drifting off,falling into a comfortable sleep.
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A Visit From An Old Friend â [ Marvel Fanfic]
Summary: What happens when an old friend comes to visit to recruit something bigger than himself? In other words, a small family reunion between friends, with a couple of ants crawling around.
Platonic Pairing: Hank Pym & Jason Underwood
Characters featured/mentioned: The Young Avengers, Janet Van Dyne, Liz Stark, Howard Stark, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne and etc.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ant-Man (2015)
Fic type: Short Blurb
Small warning: Some fluff and angst
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The daylights were in full swing, the radio was high and bright as he drove down the road to a old house he used to call home. At the steps of the house stood a man he hasn't seen in the late 80s but never forgotten.
Above the steps stood the man with dark rich blonde curls spiked in a nicely manner, a blue colored shirt and black James Dean jeans wearing a pair of shades himself. He sipping on a cup of coffee with a half smile to boot.
He parked the car in the east side of the parkway as he existed the vehicle, flipping the keys in hand and removed his sunglasses with a smile.
As he took towards the step he heard the man said, "Hank."
"JJ." He replied, as he was handed a cup of warm coffee.
"What was the reason for this visit?"
"You got my email didn't you?"
"Yup."
"You missed seeing Hope."
"It was an 8 hour drive! You know how hard it was to get out of that house without Felton and Rei breathing down my neck?"
"This is why I stopped babysitting."
The blonde just playfully glared following the older one into his old home. Jason hasn't been in this house of his in more than a century, having took time to take care of his older one in Malibu. Yet, he never had the heart to throw away the keys, so instead he gave them to Hank. And by god, was he glad he did.
His old home was kept nice and cleaned, some mess here and there. A few dust particles in certain smaller areas but other than that it was fine. Keeping its cozy yet vintage style. Hank sat down on the grey couch that used to be a dark brown, sipping his second morning coffee taking in the moment of peace. Jason sat in the armchair beside him closing his eyes.
Neither man had to say a word to know that they missed the peace and quiet this house brought. No screaming children, calls from SHIELD, nor nagging neighbors trying to get you to babysit their dumb dog for the weekend. Just a moment of total silence from the world around them.
Yes, truth be told, after 1989 Hank was never seen again towards SHIELD's main offices due to his stupid fallout with Howard and the others. But he often kept in touch with people like him or Peggy, whenever possible. Mainly because Hope wanted to see her aunts and uncles, and after Janet's passing Hank couldn't deprive his daughter from not having any closer family or friends around.
Jason tended to be his go-to person whenever he needed a quick babysitter for Hope, whenever the blonde was in town and he happily said yes. He first thought Hank would want nothing to do with him after what Howard pulled on the man, but after a small debate on that very day both men realized they couldn't hold grudges against each other.
They already had too many grudges over their heads to even count, why add another? It would only lead to a bigger headache anyways.
So over the years, Hank and Jason would put aside a small time to check in on one another. Make sure the other man wasn't dead yet. It was a running joke on who would die first out of the two. But at this rate, knowing the people in their lives, they won't let them get bury in the ground so easily.
Yet.
He peaked an eye open as he rested his head and asked, "JJ? You got what I sent you?"
The others eyes were still closed as he hummed, "Yeah. I sent the small package and if I'm correct, it will be brought though word of mouth soon enough."
"Good. I hope this guys is worth it. If he's smart enough, he will do as I planned."
"Why Scott Lang anyway? I gave you a list of people you can choose from and you chose him..."
"Scott Lang broke into Vistacorp Headquarters to pay back the money VistaCorp had been stealing from their users, before he brought into prison. Heard of it?"
"Yeah, he pulled strong a stunt risking to pay back all that money they took. According to the file, he has a master degree in electrical engineering, which gave him the skills to hack into their grid."
Hank smirked, "That's why I need him. He has a special set of skills as a hacker and thief. I want to test him, see if he's able to play the game right."
"If he can break into the lock and steal the suit, then he was a right fit." Jason added with a grin, "..he also has a daughter Hank. You know better than anyone the length you would go to see your kid. Chances are, he ends up in jail again."
"He won't."
"Hank."
"I have a plan. Trust me on this one."
"And I'll be here to say 'I told you so' when it goes sideways."
The two crack a chuckle knowing it was bound to happen whether they liked it or not. But if the plan does end up going sideways, they always had other ways of doing things. Even if it meant going undercover to bait Scott Lang into the older man's plan. Both spent the rest of the day catching up, watching some tv and grabbing a bite to eat.
None of the Young Avengers knew that Jason was gone for a short couple of days. Well, some of them noticed as he has been receiving calls from a few thought the day. Mainly ones from Rei, Liane, Rochelle, Ji-Hoon, Lydia and even Wanda. Hank commented how he was still amazed he hasn't lost his head yet.
"Who said I haven't?" Jason joked with a small chuckle.
"Who's watching them?" He asked in returning smiling.
"Elizabeth, Nat and Bruce. I hope."
"Oh dear god. Now, I gotta know, who's the hardest to watch over?"
"Depends on the day. Rei is the easiest at most, Rochelle is rather shy and hangs out with her friends..but Liane.."
"Felton's what? Oh. You can't lie to me, and not say Rei Stark doesn't turn your gears one bit."
"Rei does make me question my life choices, but I love him to death. Felton, she is a handful and a total bitch at times. It's why I always hand her off to Hill to taken care of. I need my silence."
That caused Hank to snort and laugh. He knew the man was too polite to say anything to harsh per say, not knowing who's around to hear him but if possible he will let a rip.
"Now that's the Jason I know, call it how it is!" He shouted as he tossed a chip into his mouth, "Half of them ain't even your kids."
The blonde smirked nodding, knowing the grey man's words to be truth. There are good couple of them aren't his legally or even raised them from childhood, but a part of him does care. Even if he wants to shut up half the time.
Hell, even the ants joined in on the fun. They are 247 of them after all, the ants were bound to make their appearance in carrying items around and or, helping them with alerting any incoming news on the heist they were waiting to happen.
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Later on, that very night they went to the basement as they turned on the lights to reveal a high tech level of security cameras, microphones and chairs laying around. It was linked up to whatever humanity possible can find, in this case, the ants.
They watched Scott break into his house, as Hank seemed impressed by his work giving Jason a couple of approved nods, as they kept rolling the tape. The handy work, the levels of patience and precision Scott Lang had was amazing. His quick thinking and ways he moved around the area at quick speed was something he could only imagine to do when he was back in the 40s. Hank used to think and move that fast in the late 80s. More or less.
Without a better matter of minutes he took the suit and ran. They spend the better part of the next day, watching Scott and see what he would do.
That he was expandable. And that he was. Jason chocked out a laugh at how freaked out he was as Hank talked into the coms. Sadly of course, the moment he returned the suit, he was caught red handed by the cops.
It was Hope's doing. She didn't know much about the man or the fact that he had a track record he was trying to maintain. Which led Hank to toss a pair of suits over to Jason, telling him it's time to lawyer up, as the man rolled his eyes at his friend.
Once they were in the prison, Scott Lang was brought into a room confused more the most part, not understanding who they were. He didn't know about the fact that he had a lawyer watching after him. They told him second chances don't always come easily, especially for men like him, next time he gets one, he should take a closer look onto what it is. And he's smart enough, he will listen to them.
Thankfully he did, as Hank ordered the ants to get Scott escape the jail cell and be brought home that night. However the man got dizzy and past out, resulting him to be knocked out cold in one the guest bedrooms of the house.
Hank's house, since he had more tech and landscape to work around than Jason did. As they waited for him to wake up, the blonde went out grab some more supplies and food. He was hungry.
When he returned home with the items needed, entering quietly through the front door he heard it. Hope was here. He should've known she would've made an appearance at some point.
"Please tell me you didn't call JJ." She said looking at her father with her arms crossed.
"I didn't call JJ." Her father responded with a sigh, trying to enjoy his tea.
"He is busy right now."
"I didn't call him."
She pointed to the brown leather jacket that was on the chair beside her. The one she gave the blonde years ago for a birthday present when she was in high school. Her father said he was borrowing it from the man's closet when he went to check on his home.
"You liar. Like always. Just say that you did." Hope remarked.
Hank groaned, "I emailed him."
"You tipped him. Dragging his ass here, for what? I can handle the mission myself!"
"No, you can't! He needed one-"
"You never listen to me!"
"Hope!"
She looked over her shoulder at face the voice who called out her name like an old memory. Only to find her uncle standing there with a stern look on his face, his usual cheeky grin was exchanged for a pair of lined smile and frustrated eyes that glared into her soul. He made her feel like a child again, getting in trouble for yelling at her father or running away from school grounds to play with her friends.
She looked down, feeling less than, muttering a soft 'sorry' in his direction as he simply nodded. He shook his head and sighed at his niece. He hated seeing them fight, he knew they had their reasons but she walked away a long time ago, just to prove a point to her father that she was worth it. And she already was.
"I didn't know..I uh, would've liked a heads up that you were coming..." She admitted for being silent for a moment.
He placed the bag of groceries on the table as he gave her a small half smile, "I know..but I knew you would've said otherwise and convince me to stay home."
"You don't have to be here. I can handle this."
"I know. But I'm here now, it's not like I'm going to waste a long drive just to be stuck at home listening to ABBA on the radio."
"Still. You should've-"
"Hope. Just don't. What's done is done. I came at my own risk and I won't be staying long, just to make sure a few things are in check."
"..I uh, I missed you."
"I did too."
She pulled her arms out to be taking in by his embrace. The warmth of his hugs always felt like a nice blanket as he wrapped her arms around him and kissed her forehead. She rested her head against his shoulder having another moment of silence to relax, sending a small glare to her father. She chuckled hearing her uncle brought her favorite ice cream from Basin Robins to help ease the tension, causing a tiny grunt from Hank. Her uncle smirked and told her to get Scott as she pulled away with a small smile.
When Hope walked out, he turned around to see his old friend sending daggers swords him. Jason just shrugged, "What?"
"You can't win her over with ice cream and hugs." He remarked.
"Yes I can. That's my job as the uncle. Make you look bad, so you want to work harder for her affection."
"That's not how it's supposed to work."
"That's exactly how it's supposed to work."
Soon enough, Scott and Hope joined them in the dinning room, as they talked trying to explain the situation to the confused brunette. Hope and Hank bricked as they did, as Jason tried to defuse the issue at hand introducing the trio. Scott listened along, trying to piece together everything they said, hearing how they were impressed with his work as well. He was offered some sugar, watching the ants push it around.
"H-how do you make them do that?" Scott asked pointing to the said ants, watching one climb onto Jason's finger with ease.
"Ants can lift objects 50 times their size. They can build farms. Corporate with each other." Hank explained.
"Right. But how do you make them do that?"
"I used electromagnetic waves to stimulate their factor's nerves center using a device. I speak to the Ants. I can go anywhere, see everything and hear everything."
"And still know absolutely nothing. I'm late for a meeting." Hope injects with a clear tone, pressing a kiss to her uncles cheek and a nod to her father.
"Be safe!" Jason calls out with a half smile, sipping his tea.
"Always am!"
With that she walks out. Scott raised an hand asking who the hell they are, what the hell is going on and if he could back to jail. Jason rolled his eyes telling both men to follow him.
They walked and talked heading down to the basement to reveal a small headquarters as Scott looked around in awe. Hank explained the suit and his role in this as Jason finished setting up a few things adding in a jab or two as he went along.
"Pym tech? SHIELD?" Scott said muttering under his breathe as he followed their voices.
"Darren Cross had heard rumors around the Pym Particles. Something that both companies tried to keep under lock and key, with only a few knowing it existed." Jason explained.
"And he became obsessed with recreating my formula." Hank continued to explain holding a vial of Pym particles, "But I wouldn't help. So he partially voted me out of my own company. Hope was chairmen of the board, so that helped. But she came back to me when she saw how close he was with his process. But without a suit, the brain isn't protected."
"Causing a fiery sensational effect that can make the brain unstable. And Cross hasn't realized that part yet. So with our luck, he'll die."
"Be nice, JJ. Cross isn't the most stable guy to begin with."
Scott listen then asked, "So what do you want from me?"
Both men exchange a look as Hank walked over to Scott Lang and told him he believed in second chances for everyone. A redemption. Saying that if he does that, he can start a new path and get some insight wiped off his records. Scott looked pleased declaring that he will go along with the plan of theirs. Within a couple of hours, they all got to work.
Scott began to start training how to use the suit, understanding the plan and communicating with the idea on how to get into the building. He got learn about the concept of the ants and their behavior in the process of the world. Hope and Jason offered to teach Scott some fighting techniques to help him later on. Hope smirked getting a good swing at Scott punching him hard enough he fell backwards, as Jason snorted at their dynamic play between the tackles to the ground.
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It got to a certain point where Scott was given the opportunity to learn how to control the ants. Hank acted as director for him, telling him to focus having faith that he can do it. Scott tried but it didnât work. Hope groan annoyed telling him how he needed to commit to communicating with them, he has to mean it. The father daughter duo, once again began to argue over the subject. Jason reminded them on how the focus should be on helping Scott with the trails.
âReally? Thatâs where our focus should be?â Hope said, taking the device used for the ants and held it close to her ear controlling to do more than just add sugar to the tea. She caused to room to darken as the ants blocked out the lights, Hank caught her before she can act by further. Her voice broke as she muttered a few words at her father and sighed before exiting the room.
Hank knew he couldnât do it without her. Since day one she has requested to be put in the suit, do the trails and get the mission accomplished herself, but her father refused every request she made. Jason knew the reason why. Scott noticed the problem being a father himself and went out to talk to her, hoping to knock some sense into Hope and have her see behind the act.
The two were alone in the house, standing in awkward silence as the moment of Hopeâs departure replayed in their heads. Hank walked around the first floor, fumbling with a small piece of dice he found in the living room as Jason watched from the window the car sitting in the driveway with the two figures talking inside.
He broke the silence with a scoff, biting in the inside of his cheek as he said, âYou have to tell her.â
âNo.â He muttered in response, knowing exactly what he meant by those words.
âIf you want her on your side, you have to break the ice here. She knows Janet didnât die cause of some accident involving a plane. I know itâs painful for you, Hank, but she deserves to know.â
âLike you told Stark about his parents death.â
That silence Jason quicker than expected. He remembered how Howard and Maria died, when he was at his lowest moments during the holiday season. He told Tony what he knew and what he only couldâve revealed of that painful memory, going as far as to show him the photographs he dug up a few days later from news reports. Hank mightâve had a falling out with Howard but he was at the damn funeral for a short period of time before returning home.
Hank knew he hit a nerve and continued, âYou couldnât even wrap your head around fact that you lost them. Worse, telling a child their mother died and they never had the chance to say goodbye. I lost Janet that day because of my misfortunes during the mission.â
âI know, I heard the story. I can only imagine how you felt when it happened, when she shrunk down to that size..â Jason added trying to find his voice again.
âPlease, donât remind me, Jason, she went sub-atomic...â
âAnd you tried to get her back by studying for weeks on an answer to get her backâ
âI made a mistake letting her come with me..I was stupid enough to let that happen..you know how hard it is for me just to relive that experience againâŠHope might hate me when she finds out..â
âI know, she might but she will forgive youâŠHank..you and I have made a lot mistakes in the past 3 decades. We made decisions that we arenât proud of..thinking we are protecting them from harm..â
âThatâs the whole point! Thatâs our job, to keep them safe and not be heartbroken by the truth. You only gave Stark the benefit of the doubt about his parents death and how it affected the outcome, you said he hated the world for it..I canât tell her..we have secrets for a reason..â
âYeah well, Tony could care less about his fatherâŠHow about you only tell her what you can? When the time comes where she asks for more, you go into more detail about what happened. You are driving her away nowâŠI know you hate the looks she gives you. You said it yourself..â
There was an unspoken number of casualties among those accidents that occurred during the death of their loved ones. Only so much information, they kept closed to their chest to prevent others suffering in those moments. The amount of consequences to their loved ones being gone felt like a huge blow to the head and stuffed around in secret.
Hank knew that, especially with the fact that his very friend lost more than he can chew.
He felt sorry for bringing it up, but it just didnât occur to him the words would impact that hard. Hell, the memories of his wife were still so fresh in his brain like it was yesterday.
Hank ran a couple of fingers cross his hair muttering, âSorry for bringing that up. Itâs justâŠâ
âI know..I know. But you do need to let her know what happened that day.â Jason responded taking a breath to regain himself.
That was when Hope and Scott returned from the car, about to say something but was cut off by Hankâs statement. He had a hand against the fireplace beforehand turning around to face the two of them, to face his daughter with the truthful remarks she desires to know. He slowly but surely explained what he could to his daughter onto what happened to her mother as her voice broke mumbling a few questions.
He did in best to answer them. It hurt to talk about it, as it felt like he was reliving the same day all over again. She wanted to know more but her thoughts didnât seem to allow her to think straight as she teared up even more. Hank just told her in the end he lost her mother, he didnât mean to lose his daughter too.
Scott ruined the moment with a quippy response that caused Jason to roll his eyes, telling him to go make some tea. Afterwards the four of them got back to work on training Scott and working with the plans they had in motion.
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At some point, Jason went upstairs to get something to eat and suddenly got another set of calls. He sighed deeply knowing they must've been from Liane or Rei, he ignored knowing it was probably something they could've handle themselves. They had to learn how to get along and figure out solutions to things without an actual adult fixing it entirely for them.
With a deep sigh he answered, âHello?â
âJason! Aha we might got an issue at the compoundâdude shut up!â Said the voice that clearly belonged to Liane.
âOkay, who burnt the toaster again? Wait why are you at The Compound anyway? Your supposed to be at The Tower..â
âThe adults went out on a small scale meeting, so we were left alone. Long story short, we had an incident at The Tower and decided to visit The Compound for breakfast insteadâUghhh Rei be quiet! Rick calm itâs gonna be fineâI was saying, we came here and Sam made us breakfastâŠand then..â
âThen what? Liane spit it out or put Rei on the phone.â
âThen we saw an issue and Sam told us to stay inside.â
Just as Liane and Reiâs voices were heard, along with the other members in the background, Jason was called downstairs by Hank to check on something. And letâs just say, he wanted to punch the older man for his actions. From the panels on the screen, shots of Scott fighting The Falcon to get inside Avengers Compound. Hope half smiled, annoyed and confused by Scottâs actions.
It was honestly hilarious yet stressful.
He put the phone call on mute as he whispered, âHank, what the hell?! You said that the item you were looking for was at an old building, not Avengers Compound!â
âI didnât know that it was remodeled after all this time! You couldâve said something.â Hank remarked looking up at the blonde from his seat.
âYou werenât speaking of the specifics either! Oh god..Scott better get out of there.â
âHeâll be fine. Besides heâs fighting an Avenger, this can be taken as part of his training for the next assignment. What are you worried about?â
âHalf of the other avengers are inside the building now and theyâre a little terrified.â
Hope said an eyebrow confused onto what her uncle meant until she heard the voices over the phone and almost immediately laughed at the sound.
She couldnât make out the voices very well but one caught her ears as she asked, âIs that Felton? Since when is she freaked out over something like this, isnât she an Avenger?â
Jason just shrugged at this point and responded, âItâs a great mystery to all of this. And yes that was her. I can already picture Reiâs annoyed expressions. Whatever we do, we just have to get Scott out there and fast.â
âOr they might call the other heroes for assistance. Damn it.â
âDays like this, I wish my retirement plan was completely different.â
âYou can always come stay with me instead. Wait, Iâm still in the Will right?â
He winked at her meaning a clear âyes you are, honey.â As they both returned their focus back onto the screen watching Hank navigate Scott across the field to fight Falcon, suddenly they lost visual contact with him as the ants couldnât see what was happening inside. It went silent as the only sound came from the cell phone in Jasonâs hand.
He raised the phone up his ear to respond, âWhatever happens stay instead. Iâll be there in a couple of hours to check up onââ
âAbout time you picked up the damn phone!â Yelled the voice that belonged to his first godson.
âRei?! What happened to Liane?â
âI took it off her hands, she went to help calm Rick and the others down or whatever. I really donât care. Do I have permission to take her down Felton and shut off the systems?â
âPermission grantedâwait, hold off on shutting down the systems for a few minutes and then reboot The Compound.â
âDoes that mean Iâm in charge of everything?â
âDoes it mean the house wonât be fire when I come over to check on you guys?â
âYes sir.â
âThen youâre in charge. And please get a hold of an adult!â
The phone called ended with Reiâs voice being heard over the speaker as you can imagine the others not sounding too pleased about the news. Jason just smirked already picturing their faces as he watched the panels of Scott escaping and Falcon on the floor. Him and Hank fist bump at the process of the mission turning out decently well.
He knew Hank was gonna have a talk with Scott on his actions and how he handled it, but Jason knew based on the files that Scott mustâve gotten the item needed for the job.
And he was right.
Hope was very impressed with what he did as her father sighed in relief at the assignment being completed. Scott Lang had skills and knowledge to be used on a battlefield one day, possibly even a hero. The four of them talked about upcoming events that were set in motion as Jason texted his nephew for updates on the situation from earlier as it seemed like things have calmed down over there.
He will need to drive over there to check up on them later.
As of now, all he knew is that the four of them were headed into a very dangerous environment within the incoming hours. Especially after Darren Crossâs appearance at the household, assuming he was just speaking with Hank Pym, as the others were silently standing in the kitchen.
The next couple of hours were gonna be a wild ride.
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A Shade Darker than Red: Part 9
Danny and Jason hovered over Jazzâs bed in her apartment while she worked on her computer. She had been looking at opening a practice as a psychologist, and with all the conversation going around about the happenings in Gotham she was investigating how expensive an office in the city would be. Not too high, all things considered and she had saved quite a bit by being a partner for a practice in her current town, and having two other roommates helped her save on rent. Maybe after she had her own practice for a while she would be able to apply to Arkham and start to actually help the people there.Â
The two ghosts were busy discussing how they wanted to make Jasonâs presence known to his family. Jason had said that now that his first killer was dead and he wouldnât have to worry about his family getting hurt by him, that he wanted to meet them again, let them know that even though he was dead didnât mean he wouldnât still be in their lives.Â
âWhen I came back as Red Hood, I sent a first edition book to Alfred to let him know it was me.â Jason said.Â
âHmm. Usually when I get summoned by some cult or another, I really pull out all the stops, tentacles, supernovas exploding into forming stars, multiple eyes and mouths, the whole lot.âÂ
âMaybe you could carve my initials into a wall with ectoplasm! Or I could haunt a few of the rival crime lords who messed with Crime Alley!â
Jazz slammed her hands down her desk causing both of the boys to freeze and stare at her. She growled and snatched a magazine from her desk drawer and rolled it up into a tight tube. With a flick of her wrist as she turned, she infused the magazine with ectoplasm. Danny and Jason watched her in confusion for a few seconds as she stood there with the magazine, clearly going through a breathing exercise.Â
âAre you ok, Jazz?â Danny asked.Â
He got a rolled up magazine to the face for his trouble as Jazz began smacking both boys with her magazine. She smacked them both again and again as she berated them, all the while wrestling them to keep them within easy smacking distance.Â
âJust fucking talk to them! I swear to the Ancients if you donât cut all the unnecessary dramatics and just talk to them I will put both of you in a thermos for a month! The same thermos! By all that is holy and all the undead in the Realms, just fucking talk to people!âÂ
She continued her tirade and assault for a few minutes more before she settled back breathing heavily.Â
âDanny, you will open a portal when they are all gathered together, introduce yourself, and swear an oath not to harm them. It wonât be perfect but it should hopefully keep the paranoia of the family down for a few minutes. Jason, you will come out of the portal next and you will sit down and explain, clearly and succinctly, that you are a ghost.âÂ
Both boys stared at her, more than a little fear on their faces in the face of her fury.Â
âI understand vigilante types are allergic to healthy communication, but I swear, if you idiots just talked to each other, half of your problems would disappear.â She stepped back and sighed, running her free hand through her hair, though she still held the magazine and gestured to the boys with it. âDo you need me as a living person to be there to help calm down any misunderstandings?âÂ
âYes Jazz, that would be great.â Dannny said with a small voice. âAlso thank you.âÂ
âI know theatrics are part of being a hero and part of being a ghost, but please, please just communicate.â She finally set her magazine down causing the ghosts to breathe out sighs of relief. âWe can go over talking points and common questions about the Realms so we can explain things in the least traumatizing way. And Iâll pick up a pizza or something and bring it to help destress.âÂ
âYeah that would be best. Iâm not sure when they will be all together, and if weâre just going with the âtalk like a mentally healthy personâ plan, then it will probably be best to get them all done at once.âÂ
âI think I know someone who will be able to help us get them all together.â Danny said thoughtfully, then when Jazzâs hand strayed toward the magazine again he quickly clarified, âIn a healthy communication and living person approved way.âÂ
âGood. You better.âÂ
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Some time later, Jason and Danny emerged from a portal in the air over Gotham City. Jason followed as Danny began flying around searching the alleys for whoever it was that Danny was sure could get the remainder of the Batfamily back together.Â
âUh, do you know what youâre looking for? Cause I respect you as like the King of All Ghosts or whatever, but I fear your sister way more. And I do not want to spend a month stuck in a thermos with you if this doesnât go off perfectly.âÂ
âItâll be fine. Just give me a minute to- Ah! There we go!âÂ
Danny was off like a shot, Jason right behind him. The two of them shot into an alley that Jason distinctly remembered Bruce coming and laying flowers in multiple times during his time as Robin. This was the alley where Bruceâs parents had been killed. He paused, unsure if he should intrude. He had always tried to give Bruce his space when he had first been alive.Â
âCome on in, Jason.â The voice that called to him wasnât Dannyâs. It was older.Â
He hesitantly floated into the alley to see Danny standing next to two older looking ghosts, ones he recognized from their portrait in the manor. Thomas and Martha Wayne. Thomas had been the one to wave him in, while Martha was currently hugging Danny. As soon as she saw him, Martha broke away from Danny to pull Jason into a hug as well.Â
Jason didnât know how to react at first, hugs had been few and far between for most of his life, especially after the first time he came back. Danny and Jazz were always quick with physical affection, which was nice, but this was the first hug he had received outside of those two. After freezing for a moment, he wrapped his arms around Martha and hugged her back just as tightly.Â
âItâs good to finally be able to meet my grandson again.â Martha said warmly, and Thomas also gave him a wide smile.Â
Jason couldnât help but look awkward at that, he wasnât certain that he still counted as their grandson after what had happened, so he started to pull back from them. Marthaâs face fell, but she still gave him a sad looking smile.Â
âI know our boy hurt you, and we are so sorry that his mission got in the way of his relationships with the kids heâd taken in. We still love you and care for you, and if youâll have us, weâll still be your grandparents.âÂ
Jason whipped his tail in agitation for a second before he relaxed and allowed Thomas and Martha to pull him back into an even tighter hug. The hug with his grandparents was warm and safe in a way he hadnât felt in such a long time. They both pulled back at the same time as a wave of power swamped the alley.Â
The power was unlike anything he had felt before, yet it still felt familiar. It wasnât the same as when Danny used his full power as King of All Ghosts to destroy the clownâs soul, but it still felt like it could match even some of the Ancients Danny had introduced him to. Maybe not Clockwork level but still.Â
At the end of the alley the ghost of a woman appeared. She was beautiful in a way Jason struggled to describe. She wore an ivory flapper dress, under a long evening coat. She had brown skin and riotous curls forming a halo around her head. She was beauty and danger and safety and⊠home. She felt like home. She also felt horribly sick. Her aura almost drowned him in pain and the scent of rot.Â
âLady Gotham.â The Waynes bowed deeply to her and even Danny inclined his head to her though he did not bow.Â
Jason did the only thing he could think to do at this moment. He knelt, falling to one knee in the rank alley they were in, his head bowed low. This was Lady Gotham, the city of spirit of his home. He didnât feel worthy to be in her presence. He was just the failure Robin who had died too young and came back wrong only to die again. A gentle hand on his chin broke him from his spiraling thoughts.Â
âMy dear Knight.â Gotham said softly. âYou donât have to kneel before me.âÂ
He felt his breath catch in his throat even though he didnât have to breathe as Gotham helped him to rise to his feet, her face filled with kindness and love. He swallowed with difficulty to try and clear his throat.Â
âAm I really your knight anymore?â He asked, his voice breaking a little in the middle.Â
âOh, my dearest heart. You have been my Knight since you first put on that cape. And you will remain my Knight in my heart until this entire city has long crumbled to dust. I have watched over you since you were a babe in arms and I mourned you both times you died.âÂ
Jason took a shaky breath. Lady Gotham opened her arms and he went willingly into her hug. He held her tight and breathed in the smell of the city he loved. The city he was born into and had fought to keep safe. He took one last shuddering breath and stepped back, a weight removed from his shoulders to see how much the city he loved, loved him in return.Â
âWill you really be able to get the rest of my family together?â Jason asked her.Â
âOh certainly. It is easy to guide my Knights to one location. However, there is something you must do for me.âÂ
âAnythi-â Jason stopped mid word as Danny put his hand on his shoulder.Â
âYou need to know whatâs involved before you agree.â Danny no longer was his playful and sarcastic brother. Just like when he had faced the clown and dealt Jasonâs revenge, there was a weight of responsibility and duty to the way he carried himself. This was Danny as the High King of Ghosts. âGotham, the city and the spirit, are deeply cursed.âÂ
Jason wasnât certain he could be less surprised to learn that. The air was filled with smog, the streets ran red with blood, and Gotham city was cursed. No one who had fought the crusade in the alleyways and warehouses for as long as Jason had could be surprised by that news. He kept himself from cracking a joke about the obviousness of the curse solely due to the gravitas that Danny was speaking.Â
âI have fought the curses that have held sway over me for as long as I could.â Gotham said. âIt is this curse that leaves the city shrouded in shadow no matter the hour or season. This curse that feeds the corruption of the power hungry, bends the mind of the cruel towards even greater cruelties, and leaves the victim broken and bleeding in the gutter.âÂ
âAre you saying itâs not the criminalsâ fault? That this curse makes them commit crimes and hurt people?â Jason said, fury bubbling up inside him.Â
âNo. It merely twists and grows what is already in their hearts.â Gotham said and stepped back from him. âIf I were not fighting this curse every single day, with every ounce of my strength it would corrupt even the kind and the good.âÂ
She opened her evening coat to reveal a gaping wound in her side. Blood and ectoplasm oozed from the wound, staining her dress. He could see the white of her ribs through the gore and the wound stank of rot and decay.Â
âI cannot heal from this injury without the ectoplasm of the Infinite Realms, yet the curse binds me to this city, to the very bricks and stone. I cannot leave. I need you and your siblings to break and shatter the anchors that hold this curse in place so I can return to the Realms.â
âAnd that will end the curse?â
âIf only it were so easy.â Gotham looked truly tired at this point, and he could imagine how much she had been fighting, every moment of every day to keep the curse at bay.Â
Danny took over the explanation as Gotham recovered her injury.Â
âEven without the anchors, the curse will linger, and with no one to fight it would continue to worsen and spread. In a way it is like radioactive decay. It could take eons for it to fully disappear and the entire time Gotham wonât be able to heal because sheâs still fighting it.âÂ
Jason stopped to think about what they were saying. He hadnât been Robin for years for nothing. He could be as good a detective as any of his brothers.Â
âYou need a powerful ghost to take on the role of Gothamâs spirit to keep fighting the curse and helping the people while you heal.â Gotham smiled and nodded at him. Jason turned to Danny. âCan you-â
âI canât take the position.â Danny shook his head with a frown. âI am the King of the Infinite Realms. My responsibilities to the rest of the cosmos are too great for me to focus my time and energy on one single city.âÂ
Jason pondered the problem for a moment longer.Â
âWho else is available?â Danny gave him a knowing look, while Gotham gave him one filled with pride. âWait, me?âÂ
He had a hundred reasons why he couldnât be the one to help protect his city, but it seemed that Gotham and Danny had discussed this already and were ready for him.Â
âJason, you were born of this city, love this city, and fought every day for years for this city.âÂ
âYou already have such strength from fighting what you called your Pit Rage. Even with the worst of corrupted ectoplasm running through your veins you still tried to protect the people within your haunt.âÂ
âEven as a new ghost you have power and control that is almost unheard of. You bent the entirety of the Infinite Realms to call me to your side. You learned in months what took me years to master, what most ghosts take decades to understand.âÂ
âYou have such a close connection with the defenders of this city, you could guide them and protect them as they continued the crusade to protect the people of my city.âÂ
Danny stepped forward and put a hand on Jasonâs shoulder, looking closely into his eyes.Â
âIf you take on the role of city spirit, you could stay in Gotham, rather than having to live in the Infinite Realms. You could see your family whenever you wanted to. You could protect them from stray bullets and bend the shadows around them to keep them safe. You could guide them to those who are hurting, even those who would have been missed by the keen eyes of Gothamâs Knights.âÂ
Jason felt overwhelmed, but he knew Dannyâs words were ringing with truth. He desperately wanted to make up for his familyâs blood that he had on his hands, and if he could protect them, keep them safe, it would be worth any cost, any struggle. Though there was one concern.Â
âWhat about you and Jazz?â He didnât want to lose his new family any more than he wanted to lose his siblings. Danny gave him a smile.Â
âJazz is moving her practice here. I can open portals to her or you whenever I want. Youâre not going to get rid of us that easily.âÂ
Jason nodded. Then nodded again more firmly.Â
âIâll do it. Though weâre going to need help from the others if weâre going to break those anchors.â
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After reading this thoughts of a part two had my mind running from this prompt
Just a heads up this is going to be all over the place, but won't be too difficult to follow just bear with me, I don't usually write down my maladaptive daydream plots ideas
Either Jason ask
"... so what kind of powers am I going to have?"
Or one of the other bat-fam asks
" So, what kind of powers is he going to develop?"
[Got me thinking Danny would respond like]
"Oh that's easy I finally remembered them all, flight, invisibility, (Danny proceeds to list a crazy long list of powers)"
Or
"....Well there's flight, invisibility, ecto energy like ghost ray and force fields(he could even shoot a small one out for example), intangibility, telekinesis, uh.....increased strength and senses like hearing, smell, sight, then thereâs ghost sense, overshadowing, hmm.... oh right duplication, I always forget about that one, there's creating portals but Dani and I had a hard time learning that might take you a while, uh.... did I mention ghost wail yet?.....what? (mouth gaping shock)
[Probably depends if Dani is his sister or daughter]
[And depends if she got her own core type or same ice core]
[the response depends on which bat-fam member responds]
"(shocked and asks what's overshadowing but then stops themselves) we'll go back to that one, who's Danny?
"Dani with an 'i', your sister, oh teleportation forgot that one too
"Tele-I have a sister?!?"
"Yeah older sister and aunts(I'm counting Val as an aunt) and [depends on the ship ex: everlasting trio, just Sam or just Val, Iâm leaning towards everlasting trio], I have to introduce you to the rest of the family, actually I have to tell the rest of the family first....â
âYou didn't tell them about meâ
âNo, didn't have time to, I came straight here when I sensed you"
[random bat-fam] "Wait, you said Older sister?! When did you have her?!?"
"Huh? Oh no no no she's a cloneâ
Or
"Who's Danny?..."
"Oh my sister, one of your auntsâÂ
âYou guys are both named Danny/Dani? Doesn't that get confusingâ
âIts Dani with an âiâ or Elle, short for Danielle and sheâs my clone so we make a joke out of itâ
"You've been cloned?!?
"Yeah, by my ex evil Godfather... well that's another story, actually he might be able to help you with your duplication better than me when we get there
Oh and Dani has a different core so she doesn't have my full kit, you might develop a different core too, but the base powers won't be different"
[This could either be bad parents or good parents]
But if its good I imagine Maddie and Jack spoiling him with weapons aka ecoto guns
...... writing this I just remembered how Jason even came to be because they kicked Danny out......
Well damn, well Danny could make him guns
Honestly I just see the family trying to spoil him rotten
I would like for him to stick with calling Bruce Dad though he can call Danny GD like in â The curious case of D. Graysonâ for Ghost Dad
And if it's Pharoah tuck and undergrowth Sam
Val could be a ghost zone hunter or a ghost zone bounty hunter/infinite realm bounty hunter
They could be uncle tuck/uncle pharaoh tuck.... aunt Sam and aunt Val/aunt V
don't know what he would call them if its everlasting trioÂ
[Since Danny was 14 when Dani was made, 18 when Jason was born, he how old would he now if Jason became red hood when he was 18-19]
I'll make him 19y for a red hood vigilante foundation, kinda want to make him older but I'll just figure out the math and add on in my mind if I want him older in my daydreams
So Danny would be 37 along with Sam/Tuck/Val
Jazz is 2y+ than Danny so she'll be 39
Danny stop aging at 25
Id say both Sam and Tucker stopped aging like 2-3 years after 25 when they fully took in their liminality powers? Now they're just waiting to die or something, got no clue i just need them to either die and revert or stop aging
What if Danny faked his death and is just waiting for them to die
Or he's just shapeshifting to appear like he's growing older but still waiting for them so he can dip from the mortal realm
I disagree with my previous thoughts now, I still want him and everyone else to have a human identity as long as possible, he could have a bunch of degrees with a job at Nasa or something
WaitâŠ. How old would Bruce be?
So Bruce was 34y when he met Jason at 12y
22y years older than him would make him 41y, not that much older than Jazz and Danny at all especially Jazz, maybe they could be friends [Just friends.] she can help with his family connection problems or something
I high key want Jason to be small boy robin in his ghost form, but i want Danny and Dani to look older, so that would put on the possibility of him being able to change his form to look older
No wait I like it, they all still look the same age they died/were created
No waitâŠ.then heâll appear older than both of them..., I'm just not going to think about this right now
Well at least they're tall as freaks in their human forms, which explains why Jason is the tallest bat sibling, but still shorter than all three Jazz, Danny and Dani
OP daddy Danny
... I got carried away again
#Danny Phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#jason todd#batfam#jason todd is actually jason fenton#jason is a fenton#danny fenton you are the father!#sheila haywood is a liar#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc writing prompt
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Damian had been away from his daughter for just a little under twenty four hours and he was anxious. He didnât like being away from his daughter, not when she was still so small and tiny and defenseless. And he loved Danny more than anything, and he trusted Danny with his life, but what if something happened? Would the halfa be able to handle it on his own? He wasnât totally sure he would!Â
But this was important, he had to tell his family that he would be moving out of the manor or else questions would arise and Damian didnât particularly want to deal with those questions if he was being totally honest.Â
So, here he was, sitting amongst his father and siblings eating family dinner just as they did every Sunday evening upon Alfredâs request. Even Todd was here for the ordeal, it was the only time he would willingly come to the manor.Â
âI am moving out tomorrow morning,â Damian said, breaking the comfortable silence that was their dinner.Â
âIâm sorry, what?â Bruce asked, looking up from his newspaper to give his youngest son a look of surprise. âWhat happened to waiting until you completed college?â
âThings change, Father. I am moving out in the morning, my boyfriend will be coming by with my daughter to help me get everything moved,â he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin before he stood up. âNow, I must get back. I donât like leaving them alone for long,â he said, pushing his chair in before he left his family sitting at the table dumbfounded.Â
As soon as the door shut behind Damian his family exploded.Â
âHe has a boyfriend?â Tim hissed out, looking at his family in shock. âSince when?â
âNot only that but a daughter!?â Dick shrieked. âMy baby has a daughter? When did this happen? Why didnât he tell me he was a father?â
âSomethingâs gotta be wrong. Maybe thatâs a clone of Damian, itâs not the first time Talia has replaced him,â Duke whispered.
âNo, that was way too in character for Damian, definitely not a clone,â Jason said, frowning, his brows furrowed.Â
âI canât believe he didnât tell me,â Dick whimpered, a single tear welled up in his eye as he thought about his baby bat having a daughter and a boyfriend.Â
âHeâs a private person, it makes sense we didnât know,â Steph reasoned with Cass nodded her head in agreement beside her. âI wonder who the boy is! Or how long heâs been hiding the fact that he has a daughter! Waitâ if he has a boyfriend how does that work?â
âMaybe the boyfriend is trans,â Tim said with a shrug, already pulling his tablet out of seemingly nowhere. âBut that would mean that heâs been with this guy for at least nine months if they have a child together. Not only that but how old is the daughter? How long has he been hiding this secret double life from us? How long has he been in a relationship? Damian doesnât seem like a one night stand kind of guy or to just knock someone up on accident. Dick, youâve had the sex talk with him, right?â
âHeâs twenty!â Jason exclaimed. âOf course he knows how sex works! Right?â
âYeah, I gave him the talk when he started high school,â Dick mumbled, the tear now falling down his cheek. âWhy didnât he tell me he had a daughter? Or a boyfriend? I thought I was his favorite brother?â
âUm guys,â Duke called, now standing beside their father. âI think Bruce is broken,â he said.Â
And sure enough, there Bruce sat, staring at the wall frozen, not even blinking, the newspaper he had been reading crumbled in his hands.Â
âWell Gramps, arenât you excited?â Jason teased, a shit eating grin on his face.Â
âIâm an uncle!â Dick sobbed loudly, slamming his face into the table.
âJesus Christ Richard get a hold of yourself,â Tim snapped, typing away on his tablet. âWe need to figure out who this is and what theyâve done to our brother! What if heâs brainwashed and thatâs why heâs suddenly moving out and has a boyfriend and daughter? What if itâs a rogue controlling him?â
âOr maybe he just hasnât told you guys about a private part of his life?â Barbara said, frowning at the siblings all imploding. âItâs like Jason said, Damian is really privateââ
âYou knew!â Tim shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Barbara. âYou knew this entire time.â
Barbara sighed and set her fork down and rubbed at her temples. âYes, I know. I didnât know about the daughter, thatâs new. But Damian has been dating this guy for six months now, they knew each other for six months before that too. His boyfriend works in my library,â she said. âAnd no, Iâm not telling you anything about him and if you show up at the library Iâm calling the cops. Tim.â
âI got kicked out one time and now I have a life time ban,â Tim mumbled, crossing his arms as he fell back into his seat.Â
âLetâs just take this at Damianâs pace. Heâll tell us about his family when heâs ready, besides it sounds like you guys will get the chance to meet them tomorrow morning when they come by to help Damian move out.â
It was a shame no one actually listened to Barbaraâs idea because really it made the most sense. But these were the Wayne children she was talking to. They didnât know sense if it was slapped in their face.Â
Which is why Tim had gone looking and found a certain Danny Fenton who worked at the library as a writing tutor who also happened to work at his favorite coffee shop and had also worked in one of Damianâs art classes just a few semesters back. He had then been able to easily find Danny Fentonâs information at Gotham University and bingo presto chango he found Dannyâs house! It seemed that the civilian rented an apartment in the nicer parts of the Bowery, which there werenât really nicer parts but compared to Crime Alley it wasnât terrible.Â
And that was how the siblings found themselves standing under the window of Damianâs boyfriendâs apartment.Â
âAre we really sure that this is a good idea?â Duke asked, staring up at the window.Â
âHeâs a civilian, whatâs he going to do, kill us?â Tim said with a snort before he headed up the stairs to the apartment door. His siblings followed close behind and waited impatiently for the vigilante to pick the lock. They made their way into the apartment and stopped short when they saw the place and looked around.Â
âThatâs a lot of Damianâs art,â Jason said lowly.Â
âUh um, uh guys,â Duke said, swallowing slightly. âDo-do you guys see the shadows or is that just my powers messing with me?â
âWhat shadows?â Dick asked when the living room suddenly got much, much darker, and shadows slithered closer to the siblings.Â
âWhat are you doing in my home?â A voice hissed out, the words drawn out and staticky. The siblings immediately put their hands over their ears at the noise. Jason opened an eye and let out a gasp at the monster before them. A being floated in front of them, hair white as snow, long fangs escaped from under his lips, green fluid reminiscent of Lazarus Water dripped from its maw, large claws protruded from its fingertips. It was the thing of nightmares.Â
âI said what were you doing in my home?â He snarled out once more just as Damian came out of the bedroom sleepily.
âDanny, stop, itâs my idiot siblings,â Damian said with a yawn as he flipped on the light. Suddenly the monster shifted and a human man stood in front of them looking annoyed beyond belief.Â
Dick didnât know where to look, at the human that he was pretty sure was actually a monster that was going to eat them, or at Damian who was holding a sleeping baby to his chest.Â
âItâs four in the morning, who breaks into an apartment at four in the morning?â Danny hissed, glaring at the group of Wayne Siblings.Â
Damian just let out a sigh. âIt is just how our family operates, unfortunately,â he murmured and pressed a kiss to Dannyâs lips. âTake Cecilia to bed, please.â
Danny nodded and took the baby from his boyfriend and trudged back to their room. They hadnât bought the stuff for Cecilia to safely sleep in her own room alone so right now she was sleeping in a bassinet in Dannyâs room until they got everything they needed for the baby.Â
Damian waited until his boyfriend and daughter were gone before he crossed his arms and looked at his siblings. âYou could not wait until we came over in the morning to meet her and Danny? You had to break into his home?â
âWe were worried,â Dick mumbled, looking chastened already. âYouâve never told us about a boyfriend.â
âBecause this family does not know any boundaries! I didnât want Danny to be stuck dealing with you insane people!â He hissed out, glaring at his siblings. âHave you ever thought about that? That you all are just a little too overbearing and donât know what it means to give people space? You knew that I was coming tomorrow and yet you still broke into my boyfriendâs home in the middle of the night and scared him enough that he felt the need to use his powers to fight you. Of course, I didnât tell you about my boyfriend!â
âIâm sorry you felt that way,â Tim said softly. âWe didnât mean to upset you, we were just worried. You seemed very out of character during dinner and we were concerned.â
âI donât care. You scared my boyfriend and you woke up my daughter. Now leave,â he ordered, pointing at the door. âYou can meet Danny and Cecilia in the morning when we go to the manor to collect my things. Until then, get out of here,â he snarled. He watched as one by one the siblings made their way out of his apartment, each one looking thoroughly chastened by the time they walked out of his apartment and left.Â
Damian let out a sigh and went back to his room, knowing that tomorrow his siblings were going to have far too many questions. He didnât blame Danny for turning into his ghost form to scare off intruders but damn would his family want answers.Â
He shut the door to the bedroom and climbed into bed beside his boyfriend after looking over Cecilia and finding her fast asleep.Â
âYour siblings donât understand boundaries, do they?â Danny mumbled, pulling Damina closer to him. The human chuckled and maneuvered them around until Dannyâs head was resting on his bicep and he was holding the half-ghost close to his chest.
âNo, they do not. But they have been chastised and I hope that this means they will understand in the future that they cannot just barge into our home whenever they want answers,â he said with a huff. Danny just chuckled and pressed a kiss to Damianâs cheek.Â
âTheyâre lucky I didnât send them to the nightmare realm,â Danny murmured. âHaving CeCe has turned me into an overprotective monster.â
Damian stilled. âWhat did you just call my daughter?â he demanded venomously. Danny let out a snicker and shook his head.Â
âCecilia is just such a big name for such a little girl. I thought CeCe would be a cute little nickname!â Danny insisted.Â
âYou are not going to give my daughter a name as undignified as CeCe, her name is Cecilia,â Damian said, scowling at the halfa.Â
âHow about Lia?â Danny asked, tilting his head back to look at Damian better.Â
âWhy not the name we gave her, Cecilia?â Damian retorted.Â
âPick one, do you want me to call her CeCe or Lia,â Danny said simply. Damian let out a sad sigh, burying his face in Dannyâs hair.Â
âLia, at least it sounds like a real name,â he mumbled, running his fingers through Dannyâs hair once more. Danny snickered and kicked his leg over Damianâs waist and held him close.Â
âI apologize for their behavior,â Damian murmured, holding Danny close. Danny simply laughed and kissed Damian softly.Â
âDonât be, youâve warned me many times now that your siblings have no sense of boundaries. I just wasnât expecting a bunch of vigilantes to break into my apartment at four in the morning. Now can we get back to sleep?â
Damian chuckled quietly but stayed quiet as his boyfriend fell fast asleep in his arms once more.Â
Damian sighed as Danny opened a portal for the couple and their daughter to step directly into Damianâs bedroom. From there Danny set Cecilia down on Damianâs bed for her to lay on as they started carrying things through the portal and directly into Danny and his bedroom.Â
âThis is much easier than I ever imagined it would be,â Damian said as Danny carried a stack of clothes from the room to the apartment.Â
âI know,â Danny said with a grin. âDonât you love having a ghost for a boyfriend? One who can make portals?â
âI just love having you for a boyfriend,â Damian said softly, pulling Danny close to him and giving him a soft kiss.Â
âI love you,â Danny said in response, kissing Damian once again just as a knock sounded on the bedroom door and the portal snapped shut. âReflex, sorry. Iâll reopen it,â he said with a chuckle.Â
Damian laughed and pulled away from his boyfriend to answer the door to find Dick standing there, hand raised to knock once again.Â
âYes?â He asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.Â
âWe didnât hear you come in,â he said hesitantly, looking between Danny and Damian.Â
âOh, well we have been here for quite some time now. I have most of my things already moved over,â he said, leaning against the door jamb.Â
âI wanted to apologize, we all do. But they kinda just sent me first,â Dick said, giving his baby brother an awkward smile.Â
âItâs fine, I just wish that you all would respect my boundaries from here on out,â Damian said quietly. âDanny and I are hoping to give Cecilia a better childhood than the ones either of us had. That means teaching her what boundaries are, even as a baby, she deserves to have boundaries, and as our parents it is up to us to ensure her boundaries are respected.â
âThatâs amazing of you, Dami. Iâm glad youâre realizing this for yourself. And Iâm sorry we did not respect your boundaries the way you wanted us to. Weâll do better in the future.âÂ
Damian smiled. âGrab the others, you all can come in and meet Danny and Cecilia, Iâm sure you all have questions, especially after Dannyâs display of powers last night.â
Dick gave him a small smile, looking relieved that Damian had forgiven him so easily. He turned and called out for their siblings before he stepped into the room and walked toward Danny. He held out his hand.Â
âIâm Damianâs oldest brother, Dick. I apologize for our behavior last night. Weâll do our best to be better in the future.â
Danny smiled. âIâm Danny Fenton, itâs nice to meet you. Dami has told me a lot about you,â he said politely.
âAll good things, I hope,â he said anxiously. He looked over at Cecilia and looked back at Danny. âI have a lot of questions,â he admitted.Â
âWeâre going to answer them once all your siblings make their way inside. Itâll be easier to explain once than multiple times.â
Dick nodded and soon the rest of their siblings piled into the room.Â
âWhere is Father and Alfred?â Damian asked, looking around curiously.Â
âBruce had a meeting this morning, Alfred had to drive him to it,â Tim explained before he introduced himself to his brotherâs boyfriend.Â
âItâs nice to meet all of you,â Danny said with a small smile. âUnder much better circumstances this time. I apologize for my behavior last night, I didnât mean to scare any of you.â
âCould uh could you explain what happened by any chance? Maybe start from the beginning?â Duke asked, looking between Danny and Cecilia, an uneasiness in his eyes.Â
Danny grinned and picked Cecilia up and handed her to Jason who had taken a seat on the bed beside her. âHere, hold your niece,â he said softly, helping position Jasonâs hands around her. He glanced over at his boyfriend with a crinkled nose.Â
âI see what you mean my star, your family has experienced a lot of death. Is there even anyone in here who hasnât died at least once?â He asked, glancing over at them only for Duke to raise his hand.
âI havenât,â he said, blushing slightly.Â
Danny just snickered and took a seat. âDami and I met in college. But I doubt thatâs the story youâre wanting,â he said with a small smile. âI died when I was fourteen but I died wrong and turned into a half ghost, half human,â he said before his form changed to something similar to the one they had all seen the night before only less terrifying. âTurns out even after being a retired vigilante, I still managed to get mixed up with you guys.â
âYouâre that teen hero from Amity Park!â Tim exclaimed. âIâve heard about you, Phantom, right?â
âJust Danny now, I retired,â he said with a small smile. âThings quieted down in Amity after the ghosts got a council of leaders to keep them in line. Didnât need me to stop them from destroying my hometown. Now I just want to live a mostly normal life. Which Damianâs mother doesnât want to happen, I guess,â he said with a laugh.Â
âWaitâTalia?â Jason asked, looking up from where he had been looking at Cecilia. Cass had moved to sit beside him and look down at her new niece, tickling her chin lightly.Â
âYes, Talia thought it would be a lovely idea to gift Danny and me with a baby to celebrate the fact that we are in a relationship,â Damian said with a sigh. âSo she made a clone of the two of us and gifted her to me just a week ago. Danny and I are slowly trying to figure out how to be parents and raise her. It has been a learning process for the both of us.â
âSounds like a Talia thing to do,â Dick said with a snort. Duke chuckled and sat beside Jason on his other side to also coo over the baby.Â
âWell, there is the story. It is rather condensed but that is the entire explanation. Now, while you three watch over my daughter, will the rest of you help us move everything else over?â He asked as Danny opened another portal and started to grab Damianâs easels from where they sat in a corner.Â
Tim looked between the portal and the rest of the stuff in the room and nodded. âGot it.â
âIf any of you make my sweet little Lia cry, Iâll destroy you,â Danny threatened before he walked through the portal.Â
âWell, you picked the perfect partner, Damian,â Jason said with a snort. âHeâs just as feral as you are.â
Damian just sneered at his brother before he looked at where his boyfriend walked through the portal. âYes, I love that little buffoon,â he said with a soft sigh before he started to gather more of his things to carry through, Dick and Tim following behind him to do the same.Â
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