#red son x you

[fanged-fanfics]

BUH HI!

Could I have a Red Son x Reader fic where Red Son is in HUGE denial over having a massive crush on them and only confronts it when it’s making it genuinely impossible to interact with them without wanting to explode or overthinking

☆ Denial Runs Deep — Red Son x GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Red Son had been set to meet up with you, though he was having a hard time maintaining his composure on the way there. Today was the day, he'd decided that firmly. No more hiding or combustion into plumes of flustered smoke and sparks. He'd keep calm, none of that embarrassing nonsense he could never quite put a name to. It's not fear, he knew that much. Why would the great Flame Prince, heir to the Demon Bull King, ever need to feel fear? It was something you did, that he did know. Something you could cause, with your smiles and hand-holding... but what?

He didn't notice you run up due to his deep contemplating, until your arms were suddenly wrapped around him in a tight greeting hug. The royal stumbled back a little, hair igniting in a flare of flames. He held you in return, pulling back to see your face "Be careful! You could've knocked me over!" He griped. You chuckled as you pulled back "Sorry, it's just been so long since I've seen you" you said with a grin "Come on, we've got a whole day planned!"

You linked your arm with his, tugging him off to the direction of where you picked to hang out for the day. Red Son felt himself flush, gritting his teeth at the inexplicable anxiety that came to him when getting pulled with you. His steps moved to keep up with yours, looking at your excited face. What.. was this? What did this mean? Did you know you were doing this? He found his mind racing with a million questions. He barely knew what was happening until you'd taken him into the entrance of the local arcade and guided him to your favorite game.

When the quarters loaded in, Red Son began doing his best to mash the buttons and move the level to your direction. He didn't ever get the point of games like this. They were so simple in such a mundane way. "I could build you a better game than this" he said, while uselessly mashing a combo together. You laughed a little "You'd make it shoot out fire with tons of spikes". "And it would be the best game you'd ever play" Red Son countered "The flames add character! Just gaze at my noble sparks for an example as to why!"

"I'll give you that, they are really pretty" you said. It was delivered so simply, but Red Son felt his hands falter. Your pixle-y little character on the screen got the last hit on his, the screen flashing your name to show you'd won. You pumped your fist, nudging Red Son as you slid to the next game. He watched you go, rubbing where you'd touched his arm. Why could you do that so easily? It wasn't fair. You and your insufferable compliments. But more importantly.. why did it seem to get to him so much? Sleepless nights, lingering glances. What happened... It all seemed to hit him at once. Oh. Oh. Oh, nonono. This couldn't be- it had to be something else. There was no way that he- for you- he couldn't-

When you turned around, and his eyes met yours, that inviting grin made his heart throb and flutter. "You coming, Red? I got it all geared up for you!" You said. Red Son nodded numbly, dragging his feet as he approached your side. His face only heated more when you pulled him closer to your side. He glanced at your face, lit by the screen. Despite it being a full arcade, his attention fell solely on you. If this was true, then... he'd have to think of a way to tell you..

He'd fallen in love.

[lotusarchon]

Hello! Is it okay if I request for Mei and Red Son (separately) dating hcs? Sfw and nsfw if possible, thanks! Have a good day

my love is mine all mine (red son x reader)

content warnings: gender neutral reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, mild stalking mentioned, tsundere-esque red son, mild angst mentioned, sfw + nsfw headcanons, smut, minors/ageless blogs dni, mentions of kinks, sub/dom dynamics, waxplay, bratty/subbish red son, unprotected sèx

author's notes: thank you for requesting! i didn't do mei's part because i actually wrote sfw + nsfw dating headcanons for her a few months back, which you can find here! also ah ....i don't necessarily know much about sex despite being a smut writer so lmfao 😭 sorry if this is boring abdjajfjs

SFW:

𐙚 While I normally don't like the tsundere trope, I have to admit that Red Son is definitely a walking tsundere. I feel like, compared to the ones in anime though, he's less likely to hurt you or be too hurtful with his words. Yes, he likes you and yes, he definitely doesn't want to admit to it, but he also would never do or say anything that would make you upset. He's simply more in denial of his feelings, so when doing something nice he always needs to insist he's doing it out of pity rather than being, well, kind.

𐙚 Because of that, if you're someone who's familiar with his personality, you can definitely tell when he has a crush on you. He's kinda hard to miss and everything, and he's somehow always around when you need help….but it's definitely not because he likes you or anything. He just can't bare to see you look so pathetic 🙄

𐙚 Like Mei (canon), he probably has hidden cameras on you, because he thinks stalking you is much too creepy (especially if in the instance you're not a demon), so he prefers to at least be able to check a camera or two to ensure you're safe. He pinkie promises it's not to do anything but to maintain your safety! And I don't personally see him being a creep about him. Red Son's paranoid by nature, and that heavily influenced how protective he is of people he cares about, even if he refuses to admit to it.

𐙚 Confessing is a bit difficult for the bull prince but only because he has a hard time in general trying to gather his feelings together. He has a hard enough time as it is to admit he's in love with you. It takes some time, but he'll get there. You can't try to confess to make things easier though, if that's what you're wondering. He refuses to allow you to be the first to confess.

𐙚 In time, as long as the confession works, Red Son is….still the same, actually. Normally some people are sorta different when they're dating, but Red Son has a pretty stubborn personality. Makes sense with his dad being a bull and all, but point blank, there's not much differences with his personality before the relationship, and after. I imagine it feels weird to just suddenly try and act differently, but give him time. He's less rude at least, and does try to be less sarcastic. Doesn't mean there are times his temper wouldn't get the best of him, but if you're willing to be patient with him, he'll get there.

𐙚 Red Son is definitely a romantic to me. He swoons when he thinks he's alone and has an album of pictures that consist solely of you, at your best and worst (not literally. More like silly, goofy moments you wouldn't want captured on film). His wallpapers are pictures of you smiling at him, and his ringtone may or may not be your voice greeting him. (It took a lot of guts, but he did manage to allow his pride to fall just enough to ask your permission to use your voice as a ringtone.)

𐙚 He's the type to spend millions of dollars before and after the relationship. Originally, there were bouqets of flowers big enough to fill your entire house from him, flowers he refused to take credit for before the relationship started. Afterwards, when you start dating, he at least has the balls to admit the gifts you used to receive back then were from him…..while simultaneously buying you dozens more.

𐙚 Not a fan of flowers? That's fine with him―Red Son pays attention to your interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes. Whatever you like, he finds for you. He's not the type to judge at all with whatever you like and find enjoyment in, so if you like a video game or show, collecting old coins or baking, he supports you regardless, and he always ensures you're gifted with the things you like. Think of this as some sort of odd courting attempt.

𐙚 I don't see him being a direct fan of pda as the relationship progresses. He does enjoy being seen in public with you, and he will place a protective arm on you if necessary, but he's a little….shy when it comes to handholding…and little kisses….and basically any type of affection, actually.

𐙚 As a matter of fact, I think that he's just awkward in general with affection at the beginning. Mind you that you're possibly the first person he's tried to be more open with, and if you're also someone who isn't cold and too aloof compared to his mother and other demons, then you would be the first person not counting Mei and MK who's made him feel comfortable enough to express much gentler emotions. It's hella awkward for him to express his feelings, physically or mentally, but with time, he'll get there. Pretty soon he's more clingy than you (if you're clingy), just anticipate it's behind closed doors.

𐙚 He's definitely the type to claim you're the more attached of the two of you, but that's a lie. Sometimes, when he's alone, he cries a bit if you're not around to comfort him 🙁

𐙚 Seeing that he opened some type of food stall in s2 (and possibly also planned on opening one in s5 with his family?), I think Red Son cooks as a hobby and is absolutely talented at it by accident. Whether or not you're capable of cooking matters little to him because he's willing to cook for you….you'll probably just have to teach him about your spice tolerance though if you can't handle spicy food too well. He'd also have you as his taste-tester if you're willing.

𐙚 For all his cockiness, Red Son has his insecurities. He especially feels like he's not good enough for you, and gets envious if you seem to like/show affection to someone else. I can kinda see him being unwilling to introduce you to his ‘friends’ (if you aren't associated with Mei/MK prior) because he'd think they'd be more fun/interesting than he is, and steal your time and attention away. You'll probably need to assure him that you still very much care for him, even if Red Son would take his insecurity to the grave with him.

𐙚 He's a simply guy. A smooch to the cheek or a little headpat and he's yours for days.

NSFW:

𐙚 Oh ..boy alright hear me out. Most of my readers are subs and this one is no different, but, I can also see Red Son being a bratty sub too. He's a prince, and….you know what? Inexperienced as fucking hell.

𐙚 Because like, Princess Iron Fan (bless her soul) might not be an emotionally available parent, but she's protective for sure, especially following DBK’s defeat and sealing. Sure she might've been a little tardy once Red Son got older, but she's a celestial, and I low-key doubt she would've left Red Son to wander about in his youth. Even then, he feels like the type to be so fucking socially awkward and stupid that he just never ended up making any friends until MK and Mei came along, which proves my headcanon that he's even more clueless when it comes to sex.

𐙚 My Readers are still subs…ish…so you're probably still on the receiving end….it's just that Red Son is more whiny and easier to tease.

𐙚 His inexperience ass boasts about how absolutely talented he is when it comes to “sexual activities”, but lock him in a bedroom and he's sitting on the edge of the bed refusing to glance at your naked body until you coax him into lying down with you. Hopefully you have experience as well because it you're just as inexperienced, then it's gonna be one hell of a ride….

𐙚 You better have a size kink, because his true form is probably massive as hell. He definitely does because you'd be pretty small compared to him anyway and he thinks it's hot watching you hover above him when he could easily crush you with a hand.

𐙚 Because of the size kink, I think he's got a thing for cowgirl positions. Or any position that makes it easier for you to be above him, either to watch your dazed, fucked out expression or the smug smile you might wear at his pathetic whimpers.

𐙚 Red Son's probably noisy to be honest. He whimpers and moans and whines every single god damn time your hands are on hin, so he might as well go the extra step and make his room sound proof too. For his parents sake and his dignity.

𐙚 First time you give him a blowjob he cums like, 10 seconds top. Hear me out with this―his inexperienced, virgin ass did not expect your mouth to feel this good on his damn dick. He lasts longer as time goes on but his excuse this first time is you “caught him off guard”.

𐙚 Don't hit me for this but his special milk (god help me I'm sorry for this phrasing 😭) is spicy and warmer than average. Either in your mouth or inside, it's easy to tell his fire powers affect certain ehem parts of him. He's sorry about that by the way…

𐙚 Likes tits. I'm sorry but it's a genetic thing because I refuse to believe PIF didn't want to peg DBK because of those fucking tits of his. Like mother, like son, and if you've got tits/pecs he is slobbering over them. He has to have your boobs in his mouth so he can mouth and leave bite marks all over. You're welcomed to do the same to his, actually―please pinch his nipples while you're riding him and scratch at his skin.

𐙚 While you're at it, could you maybe scratch at the base of his horns connected to his head and pull on them, or toy with his tail and pull him closer to you? Pretty please? And maybe also talk so dirty with him that makes him see red and cum inside you with a whimper?

𐙚 Red Son would let you leash him or less you in turn. He's not picky if you wanna tie a collar around his neck and use the tip of your shoe to nudge his face back and forth, and he's also not picky being in charge and having you worship him hand and foot.

𐙚 Bringing me back to him being a whole prince thing―he would love for you to treat him like genuine royalty. Not so much of a roleplay thing, but more of a master-servant type dynamic? Something where he can boss you around, maybe being bold and frisky and having you sit on his lap and feed him, maybe beg him to give you an heir, or perhaps a twist where you, a silly little peasant, bossing him around, calling him a pathetic ruler for allowing his own servant to treat him as such…

𐙚 Maybe he's a sado-masochist. Maybe not.

𐙚 Unironically, I can't see him being into temperature play. Maybe waxplay though, he would love to make patterns on your body with the wax, especially on your thighs, but nothing with temperature. He's scared to hurt you for one thing with his flames, but for another, he has a little too much trauma from the Bone Demon and her wretched cold. Keep things on the safe side for now, especially if you're a demon.

𐙚 Now, Red Son probably wouldn't have a breeding kink, but I can see him still enjoying finishing inside you or on you, whichever you're cool with. Would hate condoms though :( if you suggested he wear a condom at some point he'd respect you to do it but he would also pout and sulk the entire time.

𐙚 I'm sorry but compared to others Red Son feels so tame to me smut wise 😭 I dunno I just genuinely see him as the type to think he knows much about sex but in actuality the only sex position he knows is fucking missionary. He wouldn't even know where the clit is 😭 or if he does he goes into a long-winded biology discussion that'll last a few hours. He's just so me alright 😔

𐙚 I know many fans have already insisted Red Son's some experienced playboy (and would probably be disappointed/disagree with this) but to me, personally, a lot of his behavior gives me a very sheltered rich kid type of vibes. Sure, he's sassy, pretty smart and all that, but he doesn't seem like the type who has street smarts compared to MK and Mei, and to me that will also affect his sex life in away. :p

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[mostly-imagines]

I Missed My Funeral

jason todd x reader

aka you learn what happened to jason

warnings: detailed discussion of how jason died, this is not so happy but i can promise you my jason angst will always have comfort

You wonder if your nightmares are accurate.

Your brain is probably just conjuring up every worst case scenario it can fathom, but maybe there’s truth to one of them. You hope not.

It’s something you haven’t been able to keep out of your mind these past few weeks, and everything seems to remind you of it. When you see his guns, when you’re using a knife to cut up dinner, when you see a car crash on the news, or even when you walk past a fucking pharmacy. The thoughts are everywhere, all the time.

Even as you lay in bed, head on his chest, your mind keeps on drifting where you wish it wouldn’t.

You know he died. He never said it out loud, but you’d seen his autopsy scar plenty of times. You’d always refrained from asking questions, he seemed nervous enough the first handful of times he was around you with his shirt off. Enough time has passed that he’s comfortable being shirtless around you, even okay when you touch his chest. The decrease in boundaries has granted you more solace in one another, but it’s also caused your mind to go wild with possibilities. 

Even now, as you lie against his bare chest, you can’t keep your cat-killing thoughts away.

“You’re being quiet,” He comments, not accusatory, just factual. 

You snap out of reverie, “Sorry, I—”

His hand soothes up and down your arm without pause, “Don’t be sorry. What’s going on?”

“I just…” you look down, thinking over your words. “What…what happened to you?” You ask quietly.

He goes still. 

You immediately regret bringing it up, sitting up from his chest to meet his eyes, “I’m sorry, I don’t need to—”

He shakes his head. The slightest response from him shuts you right up. “No, it’s…it’s okay. Probably should’ve said something by now.”

He nudges your head back down to his chest and you oblige, trying to relax your body against him again. It’s a difficult thing to talk yourself into when his isn’t any more relaxed.

“I…you know I used to be Robin?” His voice is low, hesitant.

You nod.

“Well…I made a mistake—a few mistakes. I wasn’t as careful as I should’ve been and I walked into a trap.”

You’re sure he’s placing more blame on himself than he should, though you don’t know enough to fight him on it yet. You wrap your hand around his forearm that drapes across your chest, a silent affirmation that you’re here with nothing but support and reassurance.

His breath stutters, “The, uh…the Joker set me up and…well, he killed me.”

You don’t want to ask how. You don’t want to know how. But you feel like you have to and it’s selfish and you know that but you can’t leave just it at that. 

It’s a barely audible whisper. You’re not even sure Jason could fully hear the word, but he understands the intent anyway.

His next exhale is shaky, “Yeah, um, that’s the rough part.”

Your head twitches. “That’s the rough part?” You breathe out, scared to hear what’s next.

You can’t see from this angle, but Jason’s eyes are welling over, trying desperately not to let tears fall. It takes him a moment to prepare himself to verbalize the next part. 

“He…he be—” he stops himself. “…He hit me with a crowbar. A lot.”

Oh.

You can physically feel your chest sink.

That’s worse than all the horrifying scenarios you’d built up in your head. That’s…he was beaten to death. For trying to help people. 

You don’t want to leave him in the silence for too long, so you ask the only thing you can think to. 

“How old were you?” 

He drops his head to press his mouth against your head, like he’s trying to ground himself. “Fifteen,” He murmurs into your hair.

Oh.  

You flip over so you’re chest to chest with him and hold him tight. “I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t expecting you to say that. The very very few times he’s had anything even remotely relating to this conversation, the revelation is always met by silence. Or worse.

But you’re sorry. No one’s ever said that to him before. About anything, but especially this. What does sorry even mean in this context? You didn’t do anything, are you sorry for asking? Do you…do you feel bad for him?

He swallows hard, “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah,” You say, furrowing your brow. “You’re a good person, Jay. You’re a really good person and…you didn’t deserve any of the shit that happened to you. Especially that. I hate that you’ve been through so much and I’m sorry.”

He refuses to blink but the tears are threatening to win anyways with nowhere else to go. 

He shakes his head weakly, “It was my own fault.” 

“Jason,” you say seriously. “It was not your fault. You were trying to help someone, weren’t you?”

It takes him a moment to respond to that. “I—yeah. Yes. My mom. My birth mom.” He takes a breath, “He, uh, he was blackmailing her and I tried to help her—I tried. But she gave me up to try and save herself…it didn’t matter in the end.”

While you didn’t know about the history with his birth mom, you’d been sure he’d died helping someone. That’s just who he is—whether he knows it or not.

“There was a bomb and it…” He lets that bit trail off. “I don’t remember the explosion. I think I passed out before it happened.”

He doesn’t remember the explosion. But…

He does remember the other part.

You have to drop your head into his neck so that he doesn’t see the way your eyes well up. 

“Please know you’re a good person. Please,” you plead. “You’re the best person I know.”

“But…” his breath comes out shaky, “No one…no one did anything.” 

The tears fall now, and in spite of the fact that he hasn’t let himself cry in front of anyone since he was ten, he doesn’t feel the usual burning impulse to hide. Not from you.

His voice breaks as he says, “He killed me and he didn’t…”

You sit up straight again and hold his face in your hands, looking him in the eye. “That’s not your fault. Whatever Bruce did or didn’t do, it has nothing to do with you. It’s all about him.”

You gently wipe his tears with your thumb as the weight of his head drops forward, leaving your touch the only thing holding him up.

You know he has…problems with Bruce. You know his death is a sore subject among them for more reasons than the obvious. You also know the Joker still lives and breathes today and there’s some sort of rule or agreement that Jason isn’t allowed out on patrol when he’s loose. 

There’s clear trust issues there, on both sides, but you’ve always had trouble figuring out what exactly Bruce had done to leave Jason so closed off. It pushed him away from his family and caused potentially irreparable scarring to his ability to trust other people. It actually makes a lot of sense that this is what caused the rift between them—you’d been thinking maybe Bruce was the reason Jason died or he couldn’t stop it, but this…this is a different kind of damaging. Fuck, no wonder Jason feels like he doesn’t belong in his family. 

You take a heavy breath, “You’re important. You’re important to me and whatever moral roadblocks Bruce couldn’t get over doesn’t change that—it has nothing to do with how good you are.” 

You’re definitely crying now but at this point it doesn’t matter. It’s more important for him to hear this than for you to pretend like this isn’t as horrible as it is.

He doesn’t look up at you but you can see his own tears dripping off his face. You don’t see him cry very much at all, and definitely not like this.

You sniffle, “Do you wanna switch?”

He nods against your palms and lets you out of his hold to sit up as he shifts lower on the bed and wraps his arms around your torso. You weave one of your hands in his hair and stroke softly. The other rubs soothing patterns on his back, feeling the heaviness of his breath under it.

You kiss the top of his head, “I love you. So much.”

He holds you tighter, murmuring “I love you,” into your chest.

It’s quiet for several minutes after as you both process the words said.

You’re the first to pipe up again, “How did…”

He exhales, “Ah…it’s a little complicated…”

He wants to talk about it another time. That’s fine by you.

Another silent minute passes before, “Bruce isn’t…he’s not a bad…we had a lot of problems after I came back. Both of us. Took a while to get over ‘em.” There’s a beat before, “Still getting over ‘em.” 

You nod, continuing tracing onto his back. His voice is clearer again, stronger.

“Is that why you don’t like being at the batcave?” you ask.

“No,” he murmurs. “It’s ‘cause he keeps the suit on display.”

You look down at him, frowning. “What suit?”

“The robin suit.”

You pause.

“That robin suit?”

He nods.

…what

for clarification bc i think i thought this was canon oh well

🔮🕯️the reblog witch bids you do her bidding 🕯️🔮

[the-b1ah]

Part 8 last one!! of You can’t bench me!

Whoop! Another one bites the dust, you can’t bench me if officially done!

Context:

Phantom kicked all the ass and took all the names. The crew then shuffled back to the cave to get fixed up.

Alfred has patched up Steph and Tim, and has moved on to Jason. Getting helmet shards taken out of your face is not fun 2/10 stars at least it’s not a crowbar.

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Henchmen: time to die Red Hood

Red Hood: k let me ask my son

Henchmen: wha-

Red hood: he said nuh uh

Henchmen: the fuck you mean nuh uh

Phantom with a steel chair: yippee ki yay Mfers

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Masterlist| Origin | part 7 | part 1 | bonus!!

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*Tim had to create a website for a mission*

Damian: If I had created a website with this many problems, I'd kill myself.

Tim: Do you have a question, Damian?

Damian: Yeah, I have a lot of questions. Number one, how dare you?

Bat!reader: *starts to clap*

[melloollem]

Trash|| Bruce Wayne × child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), reader with no gender specified, comment if you want to be tagged in the continuation.

(Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc masterlist)

Prologue

The problem with Gotham was that those who said crime didn't pay would soon start to think it did and those who said it did would find the end too quickly for it to be true. Your problem was that you didn't have time to decide whose side you were on. When the city became a field of war, it was better to have a side, whether it was the side of the innocent or not.

Although you were young, you had seen the city destroy itself and start over many times. At some point, you realized that it wasn't starting over, it was just continuing. Fear gas exploded in the city, chaos spread, a villain was arrested, next month another villain had his own idea for an attack and the city didn't even have a chance to repair the damage from the last attack. It was in one of these circumstances that you lost your family. What did you do without your mother in a city where fear was a constant feeling? Survive and you would follow the law of the weakest.

Petty theft, that's how it always starts, take what you want and run. You weren't the most skilled, but circumstances make the thief and it's not as if you didn't have examples to follow. You lived on the worst side of town, used to seeing robberies almost daily, it was easy, just see where they went wrong and do better. You noticed that most of the thugs who committed robberies in Crime Alley were caught, ironic isn't it? You had also calculated a gap in time when there was no vigilante on duty, it was a few minutes before they spread across the city, the police patrols in Gotham were constant, but they weren't looking for you if you committed petty crimes, there were bigger problems for the city.

In a few months, you had your own map of Gotham, with the information that really mattered: areas prone to robbery, areas that should be avoided, small crooks, big crooks, who ran what, what crime could be committed in each area, which crime was worth the most. If circumstances made the thief, you were in the circumstance most likely to make him successful. And if it had all started with petty theft, soon your preparation would prove that you were capable of more, and it didn't take long for the bandits in the area to notice your potential, now you work as a bandit's henchman, it's not as if you were a big deal, they just considered you skillful enough. You could be useful to them, but if you died in a few weeks' time there would be another one like you, this town was shit.

And if with small robberies, you were out of focus, when a major city bank is robbed with all the vigilantes busy trying to stop it, now everyone knew there was something fishy and you knew it wouldn't be long before the vigilantes were on your tail. You could escape the Gotham police, but Batman? It wasn't about being found, it was about when you would be found. Your first thought was to run away, but did anyone care if you got killed for going against the law? They were clear, you stayed until the end, it was kill or be killed.

Bruce followed your every move, if your plan consisted of staying off the vigilantes' radar, once they saw you, it wasn't hard to find the rest, every crime was in evidence. At first, he thought you were like young Jason, a kid from Gotham who was doing everything he could to survive, but without hurting anyone, and well, you were trying to survive, but if someone had to die in the process, it wouldn't be you.

He thought about approaching you at first, but you didn't look like you were going to give in, you were one of those who were always ready to attack, too scared to look into the dark before firing. If he wanted to approach you, it would have to be slowly, he didn't want you to run away or react. You might have been the one holding a gun, but you were also a child who shuddered at the sound of his shot.

But Batman's plans for you would have to hurry up. In one of the robberies you had planned and were on the front line for, you had been shot in the stomach, and it was now that you would discover that crime doesn't pay. Something peculiar about this situation was that there were no police, it was a vigilante's bullet that had pierced you. Now the Red Hood was carrying your weak body to a Gotham emergency ward, how could he have guessed that the person who shot him was just a child? The second he heard a child scream in reaction to the bullet, he ran for your life.

You looked exactly like a street kid, did you have parents? He didn't have time to find out, he wasn't sure if someone would come and stay with you in hospital, so he did. For the next few hours guilt consumed Jason, how could he shoot a child? He was in the waiting room, now in civilian clothes, waiting to hear from you. He hadn't called anyone, but after signs of a disastrous mission in a Gotham warehouse, Jason had a target on his back, so Bruce obviously wanted to know where he was.

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[invincibledc]

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DICK:

“Rick! Rick! Check me out NEHEEHEH”

“Y/N, I told you my name is Di—” he’s shocked to see you bending your body back. To the point your bender through your legs and your chest is hitting the ground smoothly. Even he can’t do that as he just stands there shock. You’re still stupidly grinning, as you held your ankles with your hands.

“…am I hallucinating”

“No!”

TIM:

“Why do you drink coffee Tammy?”

“Cause I like it and it keeps me up…”

“Can I try some?” You asked holding the coffee as if it was gonna jump at you.

“Sure man knock yourself out.”

And surly you were knocked out and Tim smirks while typing away on his report of a crime.

JASON:

“I shot you in your chest, and you’re telling me that you moved your heart?”

“Yeah yeah! Im amazing aren’t I!” Sparkles emit from you as you stand there smiling with blood seeping from your mouth and chest. Jason only chuckled at how crazy you were as he cocked his gun again.

“I think I just found my favorite practice target.”

DAMIAN:

“Fight me! Fight me! Fighttt me!”

“UGH SHUT UP!” He yelled as he thrown ninja stars at you. You effortlessly dodged them as you chuckled. Damian scofff, grabbing his katana. But you were quicker as you sweep his legs and hold him quickly in a chokehold between your thighs.

“You gotta try harder than that Danny..nhehehe..”

“UGHH MY NAME IS DAMIAN YOU IMBECILE!”

[ponderingmoonlight]

Son Hak saving you from a group of men

Pairing: Hak x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: While gathering herbs, you get surrouned by bandits - until a mysterious, cocky stranger swoops in to save the day. But you’re no damsel in distress, and you’re ready to show him exactly what you’re capable of.

Warnings: tensioooon y'all, Hak is so damn inviting I just had to write this

I know a lot of my followers are here for jjk, kny and maybe aot, but I enjoyed my fruits basket fanfic soo much that I just had to write for Hak hehe

Even if you're not a fan, I'd love you forever for a little like <3

The forest is quiet as you weave through the dense underbrush, your hands skilfully plucking at the delicate leaves of a healing herb nestled in the shade. The sun filters through the green above, and for a moment, you take in the peace of nature, away from the bustling energy of the village. It's not every day you get the chance to help restock the supplies of your mother’s pharmacy, even though you’re always more than happy to help.

After all, collecting herbs means at least a few minutes of peace, a few minutes away from your mother’s desperate attempts to match you up with a random man. You know she only wants your best. After all, your father is the love of her life. It’s only natural for mothers to wish for that happy ending for their daughters, right?

You can’t help but grimace. Marrying a jerk from your village isn’t exactly your vision of a happy ending, though. If it was for you, you’d be happy enough by becoming a pharmacist just like your mother while getting to train with your father from time to time.

A pharmacist…That bouquet of moonshade bloom looks exceptionally good today. Its healing properties will be of great help for your father when he finally returns home-

Your focus on the herbs is abruptly shattered when the sound of rustling leaves catches your attention. Did someone follow you? Your mother, by any chance? No, you are the only one who knows about that secret place, the only villager who comes here. But who…?

You glance up, fingers tightening around the handle of the small blade strapped to your waist. Your father told you over and over that a knife can be a dangerous weapon in the right hands, that you should never use its powers carelessly.

A group of rough-looking men steps into view, their eyes narrowing as they spot you. Your heart drops to the floor, fierce eyes following each and every step. This can’t be good. This definitely means trouble.

“Well, well,” one of them drawls, smirking as his gaze sweeps over you.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”

You straighten, willing yourself to appear unfazed.

“Just minding my business,” you reply evenly, your hand inching closer to the hilt of your sword.

“And I advice you to do so as well.”

But they don’t seem inclined to leave it at that. No, instead, one steps even closer, his grin widening in a horrendous way.

“We’ll take real good care of you. No need to be shy.”

Your heart pounds as they close in, and though you’re confident in your skills, you know you’re outnumbered. That won’t stop you from giving it your all. Little do they know you aren’t a shy and weak girl from a nearby village. No, you are the daughter of a captain who serves under the crown itself. He never cared about the fact that you are a girl, always trained you like a son. Exactly for moments like these.

Just as your fingers wrap around your blade, a blur of movement descends from the trees.

“Now, now,” a unfamiliar, teasing voice cuts through the tension.

“Is this the part where I ask if I’m interrupting something?”

The men freeze, startled by the sudden interruption. Your head snaps up toward the source of the low and somehow taunting voice, your grip on your blade tightening. A tall figure emerges from the shadows of the trees, moving with the grace of someone who has seen far too many battles.

He’s tall, there’s no doubt in the fact that he’s quite muscular underneath the dark cloak he’s wearing. His strikingly blue eyes flick to you briefly, his smirk cocky and self-assured, before settling on the men again.

Who on earth is he?

“Interrupting? Not at all,” one of the bandits sneers, regaining his composure.

“But this isn’t your business, stranger. Why don’t you move along?”

The man chuckles, an easy, confident sound that only serves to irritate the bandits further.

“Oh, but you see, I just can’t help myself when it comes to damsels in distress. It’s a weakness of mine.”

“Damsel in distress?”, you hiss through gritted teeth

You bristle, ready to argue that you’re no damsel, but the situation is too tense to waste time on resentment. Besides, the stranger’s interruption has bought you a moment to steady yourself, and you intend to use it.

The bandit leader narrows his eyes.

“You’ve got a death wish, pal.”

“Maybe,” the man replies casually, lifting his glaive off his shoulder and twirling it with practiced ease.

“But I’ll still take my chances over yours.”

Without warning, one of the bandits lunges at him, a blade drawn. You barely have time to process what happens next - a flash of steel, and the man goes flying backward, clutching his chest and groaning in pain while you didn’t even manage to pull out your knife in the meantime.

The stranger doesn’t stop there. He moves like lightning, his glaive cutting through the air in wide, precise arcs that force the other bandits to scatter.

And you? You just watch him like a fool with your mouth open.

“You lot really are a disappointment,” he comments with a mocking sigh.

“Is this what passes for banditry these days?”

One by one, the men fall like rice sacks. Some manage to run, tripping over their own feet in their haste to escape, while others are left sprawled on the ground, groaning in defeat. It’s over in a matter of moments, leaving only you and the stranger standing amidst the chaos.

You are loss at words. Did this…really just happen?

He plants his glaive in the dirt and turns to you, his smirk softening into something almost friendly.

“You alright, Miss?”

Miss…You lower your blade but don’t sheath it just yet. Your eyes narrow as you study him, unsure whether to thank him or demand his intentions. What did he do here anyway?

He doesn’t seem fazed by your caution at all, though. In fact, his grin only widens.

“You’ve got the look of someone who’s about to say, ‘I had it under control,’” he mocks, leaning casually on his weapon.

“I did,” you reply sharply, finally slipping your blade into its sheath.

He chuckles again, the sound low and annoyingly charming.

“Of course you did. I’m sure you would’ve handled it beautifully.”

He tilts his head, a curious glint in his eyes.

“Still, it doesn’t hurt to have a little backup, right?”

“And what do you want for this ‘backup’?” you ask, crossing your arms.

He raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Whoa, easy there. I don’t charge for being a hero. Consider this a freebie.”

You’re unconvinced, but he doesn’t seem malicious. If anything, he looks mildly amused by your wariness.

“You’re not from around here,” you remark, more a statement than a question.

“Caught that, did you?” he replies, clearly entertained.

“You’re right. Just passing through. But I’d hate to think what would’ve happened if I hadn’t.”

His gaze shifts to the bouquet of herbs you’d dropped during the commotion.

“A pharmacist, huh? Or is it an herbalist?”

“Both,” you answer tersely, bending to retrieve the herbs.

You keep one eye on him as you do, unwilling to let your guard down entirely. You hate to admit how mesmerising his fierce eyes look, how inviting those strong arms are.

Inviting…Are you out of your mind?

“Impressive,” he notes, leaning on his glaive again.

“And the blade? That’s not just for show, I take it?”

“My father taught me,” you reply, straightening with the herbs in hand.

“And I can handle myself, thank you very much.”

“I don’t doubt it. But if I hadn’t stepped in, you might’ve been forced to prove it a little too much.”

You bite back a reply, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of rising to his bait.

Hak leans casually on his glaive, his smirk as infuriating as ever. He won’t give up, won’t he?

“You’ve got a lot of fire, Miss Pharmacist. How about actually proving it?”

Your brows furrow.

“Prove it? I don’t have anything to prove to you.”

“Oh, I think you do,” he teases, straightening up.

“Come on, impress me. You’ve got a blade, and from the way you carry yourself, I’d say you know how to use it. Or was that all talk?”

Your jaw tightens. He’s provoking you and you know it, but you’re not about to back down. Not when you’re challenged like that.

“Fine. You asked for it.”

Drawing your knife, you take a step back to create space, your movements fluid and precise. Hak raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued as you ready your stance.

“Anytime you’re ready,” he announces, spinning his glaive once with a flourish.

You charge forward, swinging low before feinting to the side. He blocks effortlessly, his movements annoyingly smooth. But you’re not done. You hinge, using the momentum to aim a strike at his side. He parries, his smirk widening.

“Not bad,” he admits.

“But you’re going to have to do better than that.”

Gritting your teeth, you change tactics, using a feigned stumble to lure him into an overcommitment. As he steps forward, you twist, sweeping his legs out from under him with a sharp kick. His surprised grunt is deeply satisfying as he crashes to the ground.

You’re about to step back and declare victory when his hand snaps out, grabbing your wrist.

“Not so fast,” he mumbles, yanking you down with him.

The next thing you know, you’re sprawled on the forest floor, half on top of him, his laughter ringing in your ears, his firm muscles rough against your palms.

“You’re full of surprises,” he soothes, his grin entirely too smug despite his current position. “Guess I deserved that.”

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before underestimating me,” you huff, trying to push yourself up.

Gosh, the feeling of his body against yours almost makes your face flush. You were never this close to a man before, especially not a man like him. He definitely knows how to fight, how to use his body oh so smoothly.

“Next time?”

His grin softens, and there’s a flicker of something warmer in his gaze.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

You roll your eyes, brushing yourself off as you stand with that faint voice in your heart screaming in agony. He rises with ease, dusting off his cloak as though he wasn’t just knocked flat on his back.

“Alright, you win. I’ll admit you’re not half bad. But don’t think this makes us even. I still saved you, remember?”

You let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re irresistible,” he counters smoothly, falling into step beside you.

The banter carries you both out of the forest, and for all his teasing, you can’t deny the warmth his presence brings. For a stranger, he feels oddly… safe. Annoying, but safe.

But you can’t continue like this. If you stay by his side a little longer, you might really for his charm.

“I guess I keep going now. Have a nice journey to wherever you go next”, you finally announce while turning your step into the direction of your home.

“Hey,” he calls after you.

“Not even a ‘thank you’? Tough crowd.”

You glance over your shoulder.

“Thanks,” you bite back, though it comes out more envying than you’d intended.

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine this time.

“You’re welcome, Miss Pharmacist. If you ever need saving again, just yell. I’ll come running.”

You scoff, but can’t quite suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. Whoever this stranger is, you suspect this isn’t the last you’ll see of him.

[monkie-man]

Hey MK you big spoon or little spoon with Red?

Big!! Big spoon all the way!! Red likes being held 😊😊!!

[waterlily626]

He is a little shy ヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS6aK9Tfx/

[twisted-dork]

Jason Meets May Parker (AKA The Woman of His Dreams Because She Beat Up the Joker)

Jason Todd wasn’t a romantic.

He wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight or fate or any of that Hallmark crap. (He may read romance books but that’s fiction therefore it has different rules so it doesn’t count!)

But standing in front of May Parker for the first time—the woman who had, without hesitation, beaten the absolute hell out of the Joker—he thought, Yeah, I’m in love.

He hadn’t planned to meet her like this.

After all, he had questions.

Who the hell was she? How did she take down the Joker with nothing but a baseball bat and sheer rage? Why did the kid she was protecting act like this was just another Tuesday?

So, naturally, he did what he did best.

He followed her.

Which, in hindsight, might not have been his best idea, because when she caught him lingering outside the library where she worked, she hit him in the chest with a hardcover book.

Hard.

May: “You gonna tell me why you’re lurking like a creep, or do I need to hit you again?”

Jason, stunned, looked down at the book she had just used as a blunt weapon.

Jason: “…Did you just hit me with ‘War and Peace’?”

May: “It was the closest thing I had. Want me to try ‘Moby Dick’ next?”

Jason, for reasons he couldn’t explain, grinned.

Jason: “Well I would appreciate it if you didn’t, you pack quite the heat.”

Jason didn’t lie that hit actually hurt which only made him more curious on just how strong she is.

May: “Well from what I’ve seen here in Gotham I think that’s a good thing?”

She smirked putting her hand on her hip.

Once Jason convinced her he wasn’t a threat (and after she made him hold out his hands so she could check them for clown makeup because she wouldn’t be surprised if The Joker sent people after her), May allowed him to sit with her inside the library.

She watched him warily over the rim of her coffee cup, the same way one might watch a stray dog that had wandered in off the street—curious, but not quite trusting.

Jason, on the other hand, was watching her.

Because she was different.

She wasn’t scared of him. Wasn’t intimidated by the leather jacket, the scars, the general air of menace that usually made people keep their distance.

No.

She just looked… tired.

Tired, but not weak.

And damn if that didn’t make his brain short-circuit a little. He had only planned to feel her out. Figure out what kind of person she was.

But then (the boy who was kidnapped,) Peter ran up to her, tugging at her sleeve.

Peter: “Aunt May! I finished my book! Can I get another one?”

May smiled, ruffling the kid’s hair in a way that spoke of effortless familiarity.

May: “Sure thing, sweetheart. You want another science book?”

Peter: “Mmhmm! I wanna learn about quantum physics!”

Jason blinked.

Jason: “…You’re like, five?”

Peter (scowling): “I’m sevente—!”

May m: “Careful. He’ll start monologuing about multiversal theory if you’re not careful.”

May cut Peter off handing him a book and smoothing down his curls.

And that was it.

That was the moment Jason knew he was completely and utterly screwed.

Because the kid was hilarious, and May Parker was somehow both the most terrifying and most comforting person he had ever met.

And Jason Todd?

Well.

Jason Todd had always had a thing for dangerous women with big hearts. He didn’t say it aloud, but he knew then and there that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Not just because May had wrecked the Joker like it was personal (which by the way he sees how much she loves the kid it’s unsurprising).

Not just because Peter was the most sarcastic seven-year-old he had ever met (at least he’s not trying to stab him like Damian would).

But because she reminded him of the kind of person he wished he had when he was a kid.

Fierce. Protective.

Unyielding in the face of cruelty.

And even if she didn’t know it yet, she had just gained an unofficial bodyguard in him.

Because Jason Todd wasn’t about to let someone like her face Gotham alone.

Not now.

Not ever.

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[theshy1sout]

Template meme, meme template

[strugglingsapphic]

do i let the girls, gays, and theys access my descendants collection on tiktok that has over 750 videos in it because my FYP knows what i am, and it has content from all 4 movies?

[cicobuffs]

calling art your golden boy as he laps at you through his slick-sodden boxers like pls don’t make his tail wag

DONT MAKE HIS TAIL WAG HELP LMAO

no but FR like i can imagine a hand in his hair and you just having words fly out of your mouth, mixes of quiet “fuck”s and mumbles of how good it feels, how good he’s doing. and within that you slip out a little “my golden boy” through moans and his ears practically perk up and a groan comes out of him. it definitely motivates him more, making it more of a mission to make you come. oh and i can see him hearing golden boy and a hand flying to the tent in his pants to palm at it like okay damn.

[sarcasticslytherin-sassyserpent]

Harry Potter x DC x Danny Phantom prompt idea

Okay so I haven't seen Danny Phantom in years but I've gotten big into Danny Phantom x DC crossovers lately thanks to tiktok (r.i.p), anyways before that I'd gotten big into Harry Potter x DC crossovers. I've even written a couple myself on ao3.

Anyways, last night, I got this idea for a 3 way crossover with Harry, Jason, and Danny. Harry would be the Master of Death, and Danny would be the Ghost King. Both of them would, for some reason or another, end up in Gotham and come across Jason, whether when he's a civilian or as Red Hood would be up to you. Whether Danny and Harry met first and then become friends before Jason comes in, it's up to you, but I do like the idea.

Maybe they're roommates at university and then are dancing around the sexual tension between them or something when Jason or Red Hood appears, and both are sold instantly. They need to drag Jason in and make themselves a throuple. Bonus points for both Harry and Danny looking like unassuming small twinks while Jason is the absolute tank of a man utterly besotted with two guys who honestly look a bit like drowned wet rats or something compared to him.

Danny, of course, would be doing a degree with aerospace engineering or any other space related degree you want to give him. I'm not sure on Harry, but I also want to throw out like over half of the bullshit from the series. He'd actually be smart and, for one, not have taken divination. I personally prefer the fics where he's in runes and arthimancy too but especially runes. Honestly, come up with whatever degree you want but I'd have it where he'd also managed to get his muggle education along with Wizarding one, he could do that after the war and before coming to Gotham if you want.

Honestly, I just really want a Harry, Danny, and Jason fic of three fucking nerds in love and stressing out Bruce because what do you mean his other son has two boyfriends as well as both of them are fucking eldritch beings that scare John Constantine who does everything in his power to avoid the two. Bonus points if you have Tim, Kon, and Bernard decide that it has become some sort of game between the two throuples to cause Bruce so much stress and panic. Oh, even more bonus points if both Alfred and Damian are aware of the Wizarding world so Alfred ends up dotting a little extra on Harry while Damian tries to work out how Harry ended up with an idiot but at least it's not Tim.

Just an idea. If you happen to write it, tag me and let me know. I'd love to read it.

[gh0st-t0wn3]

This is one of the dumbest things I've ever made, but I heard the audio and had to do it