#knight!jason

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Oh nothing, just noble!reader killing her asshole husband to be with knight!Jason and he's a lil fucked up so he goes absolutely feral over it and wife's her up immediately, earning praise from all other nobels and royalty because he got the poor widow out of her lonely misery.

That's all <3

[arkhamsbrat]

knight! jason who comes home to your little cottage everyday and smiles for the first time because he’s finally with you.

knight! jason who’s heart quickens as you get on your tip toes to kiss his cheek before helping him remove his armor.

knight! jason who sits at your table and reads to you while you make dinner. his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your knuckles to his lips. “i may be the luckiest man in gotham,” he mumbles against your skin. the flush of your cheeks is an addictive sight.

knight! jason who comes home one day, partially injured. he smiles when you fuss around him. “the medic took care of me already, my love.” his laugh softens your glare. “you’re my husband, are you not? let me care for you.” jason would never argue with that, taking pride in the fact that yes, he is your husband.

knight! jason who does it all just to make sure the kingdom is safe for you

[chredded-cheese]

Jasico Royal AU Fluff Oneshot

Hi! Anon requested a Jasico Royal AU Fluff Oneshot so here you go :3 Prince!Nico + Knight!Jason

this was made with the help of @multifandom-asexual who came up with Jason's dialogue and like half the plot

Word Count: 1430

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Nico Di Angelo/Jason Grace

Pov: Nico, 3rd person

He’s walking through the castle halls, late at night, unable to sleep. He hears footsteps down the hall and Sir Grace appears around the corner. 

“Oh, uhm, hey Nico!” he says with an awkward wave. 

“Hi Jason,” he replies.

“So, why are you not in bed, mister? A prince like you needs his beauty sleep,” Jason scolds.

He shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep. I’ll go to sleep if you’re with me though. Preferably with cuddles…” 

Jason blushes, and Nico grins. “H-heh?! Oh, um, sure!” Jason chuckles awkwardly. 

“Alright,” he says. “Come with me.”

“Lead the way, my prince,” Jason says with a bow. 

“No need for formalities, Jason. Follow me.”

“Yes sir,” Jason grins. Nico rolls his eyes but as he turns down the corridor he grins lightly. When he stops at the door to his room, Jason opens it for him. 

“Thank you, my knight,” he says with a smile. Jason nods and smiles back. Nico loves his smile. He flops down on his bed, Jason still standing awkwardly by the door. “Are you gonna join me or what? I was promised cuddles,” he says with a flirtatious grin. 

Jason blushes. “Are you sure that’s okay?” he says anxiously. 

“Yes,” Nico grins. 

“I- uh- okay,” Jason says and sits gently on the edge of his bed.

“This is not cuddling. C’mere!” he says and pulls Jason to him.

“Neeks-”

“Mhm! Cuddles…” he sighs as he snuggles into Jason's chest. Jason starts playing with Nico’s hair, and he can feel that he’s still tense. “You don’t seem very relaxed,” he says and looks up at Jason.

“Well, uh, what if we get caught?” 

Nico laughs. “I’m the prince, Jason. Nobody can do anything to me, and I will always make sure that nothing happens to you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Jason smiles. Nico feels himself getting tired as he snuggles deeper into Jason’s embrace. 

“Nico? Sir?” 

“Yes?” 

Jason leans closer to him, then suddenly their lips meet in a gentle kiss. Jason breaks quickly, bringing his hand to his lips.

“Shoot. I am so sorry- I don’t know why I did that-” Jason sits up, causing Nico to fall out of his arms.

“Oh! Uhmm,” he sputters and turns away, laying on his back. “Uh, I think that was okay, actually…” 

“C-can I do it again?” Jason stutters as he pulls Nico back to him.

“Y-yeah,” he turns his head to look up at Jason, and their lips meet again.

“Was that okay? I mean, I can leave if you want-” Jason says hurriedly and starts to get up. 

“No! Please don’t leave,” he says and grabs Jason’s wrist. Jason stops and looks back at Nico, anxiety painted across his face. “It’s okay.” 

Jason’s face softens and he lets himself be pulled back into bed. He snuggles back into Jason’s chest and falls asleep sooner than he ever has. 

~~~

Jason’s already awake when Nico wakes up and yawns sleepily. It’s still dark outside his window. 

“Woah,” Jason says.

“What?” Nico asks, still half asleep.

“You’re really really cute.”

Nico can feel himself blush, but can’t resist saying the same. “You’re really really pretty.” 

“No you, my moonlight.”

“No you, my star shine.” 

Jason blushes and hides his face in the pillow. Nico smiles lovingly at him, and Jason peeks from his pillow-submerged fate. Nico grins and cuddles up to Jason again, falling back into slumber. 

~~

When he wakes up again, Jason is gone. Nico gets worried and decides to roam the halls and find him. 

He exits his room slowly, just to find Jason coming around the corner. 

“My prince, you’re not supposed to be up this late,” Jason scolds. 

“I came to find you, my knight. I got worried when I woke up without you by my side,” Nico says playfully. 

Jason blushes. “O-oh. Uhm. I had to patrol the halls, I do this every night.” 

“Well, as long as you’re keeping me safe, my knight,” he says and with a surge of confidence, gives Jason a kiss before dashing into his room. He locks the door behind him and leans against it, blushing. 

“Nico?” Jason’s muffled voice comes through the door.

“I-um thought you were supposed to be patrolling the halls,” he stutters. 

“Well now I want more kisses, my prince,” Jason teases. 

“You should get back to work Sir Grace. Keeping the castle safe and all.”

“The castle can wait, little prince.”

Nico sighs and unlocks his door. 

“Hi Nico,” Jason says and grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hall. “Jason! Where are we going?!” 

“My room. My bed’s comfier.”

“Jason, I’m the prince. My bed is one of the finest in the castle.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Come on.”

Nico gets dragged along begrudgingly, then notices they’re not going to Jason’s room. 

“Jason, this is not the way to your room. Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see, my moonlight.” 

Nico blushes, flustered. “Okay.” Jason pulls him into a kiss then continues dragging Nico along. He blushes more, then realizes where they’re going. “The roof! I love the roof!” He says, a smile blooming on his face. 

“I knew you’d like it, my moonlight,” Jason croons and brings them to the room. 

“The stars are my favorite,” Nico sighs “they remind me of you, my star shine.”

Jason blushes. “I like the moon…”

Nico gazes at him lovingly, then pulls him into a firm kiss. He whispers very quietly, knowing Jason won’t hear. “I love you…”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, uhm, nothing.”

Jason grins. “Your lips are really soft.”

Nico blushes. “Shut up. Do you wanna dance?”

“Ah. Well, uh- I… don’t really know how to dance?” 

“Then this is the perfect time to learn darling.” 

“Y-yes sir.”

Nico smiles widely, gazing at Jason. “Ok, so uhm, you’ll put your hands here…” he instructs, placing Jason’s hands around his waist “and I’ll put mine around your neck, okay?”

Jason blushes, but nods. “Uh-huh…”

Slowly, Jason seems to get the hang of it as they spin around the roof. Nico starts to hum a tune as they sway together under the moonlight. 

“You’re so handsome, my knight. My star shine.” Nico says lovingly. 

“You, my prince. Not me.”

“Don’t ruin the moment, darling. You’re very pretty… now let's just dance, okay?”

“I actually meant for us to stargaze…” Jason trails off, looking at the sky. 

“That’s probably a better idea. You’ve stepped on my feet at least twelve times,” Nico teases. 

“My bad-”

“It’s alright darling,” Nico says and lays down at the roof, admiring the clear night sky. Jason lays down next to him, pulling him closer to his chest. “Can I tell you something?” Nico asks tentatively.

“Go ahead.” 

“I think, I uhm, love you…” he says, his face blotchy with blush. 

“Oh!” Jason says, his face starting to match Nico’s.

Nico starts to overthink, thoughts racing. “Sorry, uhm was that too much too soon? I can just go…” he says and starts to get up. Before he can leave, however, Jason pulls him back down. 

“Would this ease your worries, pretty boy?” Jason says, kissing him. Nico kisses him back gently, still hesitant. 

“Kinda.”

Jason frowns and kisses him again with more force and confidence. Nico kisses back with a bit more confidence, but still light. Jason smiles into the kiss, and Nico breaks away, gazing at Jason.

“Hi pretty boy,” Jason flirts. 

“Hi my star shine,” he replies. “Do you see any constellations, my love?” 

“No, but I see you. My moon.” 

Nico grins. 

“Nico?” Jason asks.

“Yes, Jason?”

“Follow me, my pretty boy,” Jason says and takes Nico’s hand, leading him back into the castle.

“Where are you taking me now, my knight?”

“My room. I’m sleepy. Want cuddles.” 

Nico smiles lovingly, squeezing Jason’s hand gently.  “Okay my love. Of course we can cuddle.” Jason smiles back. They arrive at Jason’s room, and Nico is eager. “It’s cuddle time Sir Grace!”

“Yes Sir,” Jason says with a bow. Nico grins. “I’m surprised you aren’t telling me off for being formal.”

“Hmm. Fair enough. Just tired I guess.”

Jason climbs into his twin-sized bed, making a grabby motion. “C’mere.” 

Nico squeezes in next to him and snuggles into his arms. 

“My pretty prince,” Jason says, kissing the top of Nico’s head. “Goodnight my moonlight.”

“Goodnight, star shine.”

Jason starts playing with Nico’s hair as he holds him. He gives Jason a quick kiss before snuggling back into him and drifting to sleep. 

“How are you so cute?” Jason whispers and holds Nico’s face in his hands.

“Jason, I am trying to sleep. Goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

[lambsouvlaki]

Street urchin Jason tries to pick pocket the roaming Dark Knight who never takes his helm off (and definitely isn't wealthy but powerless local figurehead Bruce Wayne taking on the kingdom's corruption problem himself). Bruce takes him in and makes him his squire, promising to make him into a knight himself one day. Until a terrible accident cuts it all short.

Time moves on, the Dark knight gets a new squire but the war he's waging never really progresses. And then a helmeted knight in crimson appears, demanding justice not from the kingdom but from the Dark knight himself.

Casually mentioned Knight!Jason and couldn’t stop thinking about him since then lol

[singswan-springswan]

In a happy world where Jason is legally resurrected and gets to go to college like he's always dreamed of

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD

[ciricearts]

SOBBING WHILE PLAYING

[vinamari]

How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Batfam! P Links

This is my first time doing something like this, so feedback is super appreciated. Also!! Gotta be logged into twitter (X) for these to work.

Bruce Wayne

- He just can't resist you when you come to visit the office<3

- The bathroom of a charity gala that neither of you were particularly interested in

- What you send him after he paid to get your nails done while he was away on a business trip

-A private beach that he bought out when he finally retired

- You're still getting used to how big he is

- He tries to be gentle, but his cock is just so huge that it's a pleasant, painful every time regardless of how much he preps you

- How's he supposed to focus at work when you send him those slutty little pictures in your new lingerie?

Jason Todd

- Something about this just screams Jason vibes to me. Maybe softdom? Maybe showing off his strength/muscles?

- LOVES when you guys get noise complaints just from the actions alone, nevermind the moans

- He sent this just to mess around with you while he was in the gym changing rooms

- Yes, you two have tried this. Yes, the gun was unloaded. Yes, he still made sure it has safety on. Yes, you clogged up his favorite pistol with your cum.

- This is kinda how I thought of Virgin! Jason Todd eating you out

- More gun play with Jason but in his only nice car

Richard Grayson

- Helping him clean off in the shower after a particularly long patrol

- A little tease while he's in a motel on a mission

- He absolutely worships you like the goddess you are

- Your poor baby makes a mess of himself after not being able to cum for a few weeks while on a mission

- Making you do everything yourself because you got bratty with him about having to cockwarm

- Trying his best to take it slow once he finally gets his hands on you coming home from that stupid mission

Masterlist

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost

The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.

When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”

The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.

“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.

“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”

“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”

“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”

“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”

Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”

Robin scowled. “You would.”

Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”

“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.

Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”

Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”

Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”

“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”

“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”

“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”

“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.

Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.

The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.

“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.

“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”

“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.

“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”

“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”

“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”

“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.

Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.

“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.

“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”

Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”

“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”

“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”

Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”

“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”

Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”

“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”

“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”

Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”

Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.

Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”

[shyjusticewarrior]

Dream Jason assuring Tim he'll be a good Robin

Real Jason in the nightmare realm assuring Tim he is a good Robin

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

[ky-landfill]

[cheshuiniza]

[ashoss]

tim drake wanting to make a podcast is s o funny to me like yeah thats my tim

[chamiryokuroi]

Here’s one of my two entries for the @timdrakeflipzine a Dark Knights of Steel inspired Tim Drake piece, including Dick and Jason 🤭 there’s still leftover sales for the zine so go and check it out!