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[suzukiblu]

Omg pt. ii to more jason drama??

Continued directly from here:

Jason's hands are trembling, and he hates himself for it. For all of this.

For everything.

"I don't need anything," he lies to the one thing he needs more than anything.

He's never had that thing, so does it even matter?

"Then how about you just tell me what you want?" Dick asks kindly. Jason wants to hit him. Jason wants him to say his name and tell him it was all a mistake and he's missed him so much and he thinks about him all the time and just wants him back and–

Jason grits his teeth.

"Nothing anyone's ever gonna give me," he says much, much more bitterly than he means to.

He should just say he needs a heat clinic. Just say he needs a little help getting there. Then Dick could tail him to the nearest one and would think he'd done his stupid fucking do-gooder job and Jason could just suffer in fucking peace until this miserable nightmare of a late-bloomer first heat burns through.

He should do that.

He's going to do that.

Why isn't he doing that?

"Let me try," Dick murmurs gently, and Jason grits his teeth and digs his fingers into his arms painfully, but not painfully enough. "C'mon. What do you want, big guy?"

"Wanna sit on your knot," Jason whines like the absolutely pathetic bitch that he is, because he really is that fucking stupid. Dick . . . hesitates. Jason doesn't flatter himself by pretending it's because he's actually considering the idea of letting him.

"I'm a beta," Dick lies, because that's the lie every Bat tells, no matter if it's actually a lie or not, and Jason bares his teeth at him.

"No, you're a fucking liar," he hisses spitefully. "Can't even keep the goddamn rumble out of your throat when you're talking to me and you think I'd buy that?"

And even if he were actually deaf or stupid enough to have missed that entirely and unsubtly alpha sound or scent-blind enough to believe the bland artificial pheromones sprayed all over Dick's blockers, it's not like he fucking forgot. Not like he forgot the dizzy overheated way Dick's pheromones used to make him feel when he was too damn young to even understand what it was that he was feeling, much less the way his own stupid body had always ached to be able to respond to them.

The way it apparently could respond to them now, if Dick weren't currently all wrapped up in Nightwing's armor.

[daemoninwhiteround2]

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Art by Ale Caballero

[kieran-granola]

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[daemoninwhiteround2]

VAMPIRE DICK! VAMPIRE JAYDICK. PLZ.

Jason cursed a blue streak as he slammed the trunk shut, thunder rumbling in rhythm to his words. He was going to hunt down his siblings and fillet whichever one decided to use the spare tyre and not replace it. It was the worst possible timing to get a flat too: it was night, it was pissing down rain (and that thunder was getting louder), and he was smack dab in the fanciest part of Bristol. At least if he'd been in the city proper there'd probably be some all-night tyre store within walking distance that he could go and pick another one up at, but out here? There's nothing but estates for miles.

And he can't even call an emergency mechanic to come help him because of course the moment he got out of the car his phone slipped out of his hand and landed in a puddle so big it had actually sunk. He'd fished it out immediately but it was completely black and non-responsive. He's got it upright in the cup holder right now in the vain hope that the water will drain out and he won't have to scrounge up the funds for a new one, but with the way his luck is going tonight...

The one good thing is that he passed the turnoff to one of the massive manor houses not 30 seconds ago and he's fairly certain he remembers seeing lights on in the distant house. He's a pitiful, water-logged sight and maybe that'll be enough for one of the servants to let him use a phone to call one of his siblings and get them to buy a tyre and get an Uber out here.

He sighs, puts his wallet in his back pocket (maybe he can offer to pay?), locks the car and trudges off.

--

The rain gets so heavy that he's almost on top of the white marble gate posts before he actually sees them. Fuck he hopes they'll let him borrow a towel, and if their generosity can stretch to an umbrella for the walk back, he'll never have a bad thing to say about the--he squints at the name helpfully engraved in the plaque above the intercom--the Waynes again.

He takes a deep breath, pulls on his friendliest, hapless customer service voice, and presses the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is anyone there?"

There's silence for long enough that Jason's gut sinks into his stomach.

"Please explain your business," an elderly, British man says.

Jason gives a sheepish grin and tries to look as not-murdery as possible. These things have cameras, right? "Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you, I'm Jason Todd, I got a flat tyre a little ways down the road and was hoping I could borrow your phone to call one of my siblings to come help me? Mine isn't working."

There's another beat of silence. Jason keeps the grin on even as ice creeps down his spine. It had taken a solid 15 minutes to get from the house before this to here, and he doesn't even want to think how long a 15 minute trip by car might take when walking in this weather.

Finally the intercom buzzes back to life. "I've unlocked the gate. Come in and head straight down the road, someone will meet you at the front doors."

Relief nearly takes Jason's knees out from underneath him. "Thank you, thank you so much--I'll be right there!"

The gates swing open. If they make a noise Jason can't hear it over the storm. The house is set far back from the road, of course, and what's probably only a couple of minutes by car takes him almost fifteen and he slips over twice. He manages to just go to his knees the first time but the second time he fully falls over, pushed by the rain and the wind, and scraps the shit out of his palms. By the time he gets to the front doors he's got mud splattered all up his right side and he's trying to be grateful for the rain because it's at least washing it away, even if it stings like a bitch in his cuts. He would do hideous things for a hot shower right now.

He stumbles up the stairs--hits his shins on them, fuck this night is just a total write off--and he's never been so grateful for the weird little enclosed bit whatever this style of architecture has because he's finally out of that fucking rain.

As if in agreement, sheet lightning flashes everything in black and white and thunder booms so loud and close that Jason actually jumps.

...Maybe when he sees the road rash and the mud the nice British man will offer to drive him back?

Speaking of, Jason's fairly certain he said that he'd meet him at the doors, and he kind of assumed that meant outside, that they didn't want him inside--fair enough, Jason didn't really want to go inside. But no one is there.

He swallows, cracks his neck and knocks on the door with his non-injured hand.

His knuckles have barely left the wood after the first knock when it's thrown open. A young man--much younger than Jason was expecting--stands there, and when he sees Jason, a massive smile blooms across his face.

"You made it! We thought you'd been swept away with the wind and the water!"

There's a trace of an accent there, just enough to make him sound sweeter, but definitely not the accent Jason was expecting.

"Uh..."

"Hi! I'm Dick! Well, Richard, but everyone calls me Dick! Come in come in, look at you, you're soaked!" He grabs Jason's wrists and drags him across the threshold.

The temperature change is nearly enough to make Jason moan--it's so nice in here.

"It's soaked through--here, take off your jacket, we brought towels down."

Richard--Dick--has his hands out waiting for Jason's jacket. When Jason just blinks blankly at him he has the audacity to wriggle his fingers. "The towels were just taken out of the dryer."

"Oh well in that case," Jason says dryly, but he does peel off his soaked, clinging jacket and give it to Dick. There is indeed a beautiful stack of fluffy white towels on a little table next to the door and when Jason grabs one it is toasty warm. Jason's fairly certain he does make some sort of weird noise at that but in his defence he'd just walked through a hurricane and his reward was warm, fluffy towels; he earned the weird noise.

Dick clucks his tongue and grabs his injured hand. "Just look at what you've done to yourself."

"Ah, yeah, kind of slipped over. Sorry about the mud, as well. Don't suppose you have a band-aid to go with them towels I could allow borrow?"

Dick just looks at Jason, his eyes.

His eyes.

They're so blue.

Dick smiles and everything just goes.

Quiet.

"So, Al says that you're just here to use the phone, but I've got to say, Jay, I think you'll be staying for longer, ok?" Dick cradles Jason's injured hand like... Like it's holy. He bends over it and for an inane moment the thought that he's going to turn it over and kiss Jason's knuckles floats through Jason's cotton-filled mind.

He just licks a long line from Jason's wrist to where his fingers meet his palm, and hums in delight. "Yeah, you're gonna stay with me for a while Jay."

Jason would like that. Whatever Dick wants.

[whumpbby]

Can I request🥺 POV Dick realizing for the first time he’s in love with Jason?🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ooh, what Au are we talking about? :)

Say. Dick wouldn’t notice for a while, because for all of his emotional intelligence, he wouldn’t recognise that the feeling is of romantic nature - because he was used to feeling so conflicted about Jason. Always conflicted - when Jay was a kid, Dick felt resentful and at the same time not wanting to feel it. He felt indifferent and also wanting to not be so. He got to know Jay and felt hopeful, the kid was good, he wanted to be a good brother for him. Then Jay died and Dick felt despair and regret. Then he came back and the conflict was back on again, with resentment and disgust and sometimes hate piping in. 

And when Jay started to re-integrate back into the family, the conflict continued, even more so, because Dick had all of these previous feelings that Red Hood evoked, and all these feelings he still didn’t lay to rest about Jason (who dies and thus gave Dick no closure) and on top of that there’s now this hesitant hope to have his family back together and the fear it won’t happen, and concern about Jason not managing to find his place back with them and - on top of everything...   on top of everything, Jason that came back is a fascinating creature. Whatever can be said about him, he’s amazingly strong and resilient and skilled. 

And dangerous - Dick is not for a moment unaware that Jay is very dangerous and had he wanted to move against them, he’d wipe them out. One on one, if Jason got serious or decided they are not important to him anymore, none of them could take him down, including Bruce. Dick knows that it was Jason’s mental instability that won their fights for them so far and the more stable the man became, the less of a foothold they’ve had. They are all dangerous, skilled people, but Jason is the one who has no qualms about using lethal force, he’s not suffering form that knee-jerk diastase for it and he knows it - Jason knows that they will always flinch before the final strike and that will always get him an advantage, because he doesn’t feel doubt, doesn’t suffer empathy when he doesn’t want to. Bruce didn’t manage to train that one fatal fail-safe into him as he did with others, even Damian. 

And Dick knows that him and Tim are the only ones who are aware of that and take pains to neutralise the danger. Jason, stable and not-crazy, is ironically more of a wild card than he was before and they have to put something in place to get into the cracks in his armour. They have to drag him deeper into the family, create ties that will make him empathetic and will give them the foothold necessary to stay his hand in the worst case scenario, that will give them an advantage if necessary. 

It’s not only cold pragmatism - both Dick and Tim want Jason as a part of the family again, they want him back, they want to know this new man he had become - the new man he was becoming seemingly form day to day as his mind seemed to clear. But they also understand that Bruce - who was still living the tragedy of losing the boy - wasn’t capable of making space for Jason. They had to do it. 

And Dick, being the oldest one and always feeling responsible for everyone else, takes it on himself to drag jay back into the fold kicking and screaming. 

And by the time he notices that the fierce feelings he had towards their lost bird were something more than simply care and brotherly concern>> Well, by that time it’s too late.   

[daemoninwhiteround2]

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[d-xs]

Oh man, I loved your previous ask to elloriya!! As a part 2 to your previous damijay ask, how would Damian go about wooing Jason this time around? Is there a specific scene or moment in your head in which everything *clicks* in Jason's mind and he catches feelings?

What happens after Jason and Damian meet again when they are both grown? How does Damian move fordward? You know Jason is going to try to deny all of it and put a stop to it because 1. He watched the kid grow. 2. On a much deeper level...I dont think he thinks he deserves love - Anonymous

After the mission, once the threat is neutralized, Jason Todd accepts Damian's invitation to stay a while with the League. It's no hardship to accept. He has missed the brat and he could use a few days of relaxation.

He spends his time observing Damian in his element. The new Demon Head is a force to reckon with. Ra's al Ghul was a formidable leader, but he had nothing on Damian.

Damian has grown. Not just into a beautiful man, but one who is comfortable in his own skin.

In the place of the snot-nosed little brat, desperate to prove himself, that Jason used to know, is a man, confident of his place at the top of the world.

Jason has a hard time reconciling the kid who was Robin to the man who is the Demon Head.

Comparing them is like comparing a puppy and a grown alpha wolf.

When Damian asks for Jason's help with the training of his operatives, Jason pushes back the mission he had lined up to offer his skills.

The past week felt so much like old times, but better. He can't tell if it's because Damian is different, or because it's been so long, but something about them is different this time.

Then Talia al Ghul comes to visit.

"I must say," Talia starts, setting down her tea cup.

She has a glint in her eyes that spells trouble. And not the kind Jason goes looking for.

She looks very smug and satisfied.

"I had hoped you and Damian would bond, but not even I could have predicted this."

Catching up over tea is a tradition they have managed to maintain over the years. Irrespective of what's going on in their lives, they meet at least once a year to catch up.

Damian had turned down a request to join them, citing his duties, but he did make plans with Jason for later.

Jason watches her over the rim of his own cup.

"Predict that we would be working together in the League, years later, or that I'd willingly return to this hell-hole?"

Talia laughs. A simple, but delightful sound filled with mirth. But Jason knows she's laughing at him. Talia only laughs out loud when she's calling him stupid.

"A bit of both, you could say," she answers finally.

"Why's that a surprise? You of all people should know that I'll always come when Damian calls," Jason informs her. "He's doing good work."

"Of course, you will." She smiles.

It's a non-answer, but it's all Jason gets from her on the topic.

Her comment niggles at him all day.

His relationship with Damian is no secret to her. They have always been close. Maybe not on the same level as Damian and Dick were, but close enough.

It's early evening, and Jason has accepted Damian's invitation to go mountain climbing, and then have a picnic at the top.

They're having a great time, exchanging barbs and banter, while they challenge each other.

Damian looks relaxed and happy. Jason figures being the Demon Head doesn't leave a lot of free time to do stuff like this. It feels just like old times, which makes Jason even happier to do this.

Jason doesn't know what Talia was on about. Their relationship hasn't changed.

Sure, it's more intense and something about Damian feels almost like a scene from a romance novel, but that doesn't mean--

Wait.

Hold on a minute.

"Is this a date?" Jason blurts out, stopping in his tracks. "Are we dating?"

Because Jason is twenty eight years old, but the idea of romance and dating will never not turn him into an awkward teenager.

Damian, thankfully, doesn't try to play coy with him.

"You finally caught a clue," Damian answers in a satisfied tone. "Good."

"Wait, did you sic your mother on me?"

"You were so oblivious," Damian excuses. "I wasn't sure if that was your own way of rejecting my advances."

It's both flattering and disturbing that Damian would recruit his mother to help him score a date with Jason. But Jason can't wrap his head around the idea that Damian wants to date him.

He can have anyone he wants, civilian or caped. Why would he want Jason? What could he possibly offer Damian in a relationship?

"Kid--" He starts, only to cut himself off because that's not right. Damian is not a kid.

"Stop," Damian orders, his voice dropping low.

Jason shivers.

He takes a step that puts him right in Jason's personal space. Jason can feel Damian’s hot breath fanning his face when he speaks and it's all he can do to maintain his composure.

"I can see the wheels turning in your head and before you go on a spiel about our age difference and your lack of self worth, I will tell you this:

"You are six years older than I am, not sixty. That would have worked ten years ago, but that was a long time ago. I have been in love with you long enough to know that it is no passing fancy. I do not care for whatever you think a partner should offer me. My heart is set on you.

"Do not insult me by suggesting I find someone more worthy. I know you feel the same way about me, too. I have watched you this past week, and mother confirmed it herself. Even though you have refused to acknowledge it. So, if you intend to reject me, Jason, I demand a valid reason."

The air between them is charged. There's so much to unpack in those words and Jason doesn't even know where to begin.

There's so much he has to figure out, but he knows that he doesn't want to reject Damian.

Damian is right; this thing between them isn't one-sided. If Damian is in, then Jason would like to see where this takes them.

Jason lifts a hand to gently trace Damian's face, relishing the way Damian's eyes flutter shut and his heartbeat picks up its pace, before cupping the back of his head to pull him into a kiss.

[primeemeraldheiress]

🌹👀

😏

Have a spicy line. 😘

Obi-Wan could feel those lips move from his pulse point up his throat — kriff, why his throat — and one of the omega’s fangs nipped at his ear.

[wellthatjusthappend]

Could I request a Brujay or Sladejay Fae AU? Jason is a fledgling priest trying to maintain *all* his vows, but the soft little romantic in him isn't cooperating and ooooooh boyyyy

Ok, this is an AU I want to come back to in more detail. Especially Jay’s slow seduction. But to get you started for now....

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“You are not welcome here, Deathstroke,” the Bishop intoned, his crosier extended. 

“Ah Bats,” Slade glanced over at him boredly, using the nickname the faeries had taken to calling the black clad bishop, “As much as I’d love to, I have a contract to fulfill here. You can’t banish me when I’m here by the will of the masters of the house.”

“I will not let you wreck havoc on innocent souls,” the Bishop said forcefully, one hand creeping to his belt where he no doubt kept holy water. 

Such drama. 

“I assure you, there’s nothing innocent about the souls here,” Slade smirked. 

The Bat moved, but Slade was ready for him, sliding through the walls into the back garden. 

“Brother Robin, now!” 

Slade groaned, no another one. The young priests that the Bat trained for his holy quest were almost as troublesome as the Bat himself. Albeit more fun to play with. 

Which is why Slade was shocked that the young ‘priest’ dropping from above to stand in his way had an aura no unlike Slade’s own. 

A changeling. One who clearly didn’t even know what he was seeing as he was working with the Bats. Beautiful, but not in the eye catching way elves were that might give him away. 

Changelings were rare, seeing as most fae didn’t trust humans these days enough to care for their own young, much less to risk swapping out the children. This one’s parents had either died to abandon him seeing as he was fully grown and still in the human world. 

“I command thee to revoke your hold on this household!” The young priest said brandishing his staff with gloved hands. 

The staff itself wasn’t going to do shit against Slade’s armor, but the power in the boy’s words- one that he was doubtlessly unaware he was wielding- was so much like Slade’s own that it creeped past his defensive wards.

Slade grunted, nearly falling to his knee at the magic that sizzled at the edge of his senses. He could feel an excitement in his veins he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Robin!” the Bat called, and Slade cursed as he dodged the crucifix aimed at his chest and leaped over the wall back into the forest where the Bat’s wouldn’t follow him. 

He’d find another way to fulfill his contract. 

But the boy… the boy belonged among his own kind. Scratch that, the boy belonged at Slade’s side. The Bat could throw up all the wards he wanted, but one day the young priest would be his.

[daemoninwhiteround2]

@tigertigertigertime meow :3

Reblog to headbonk your mutuals like a cat full of love

[garpie64]

Hello lovely, may I please have some Monster!Dick/Jason smut? Pretty please?? :D

It is finally finished and much longer than originally planned

Magpie Bird

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Also! I'm probably only allowed one question but if you didn't like my other one I'm curious: #16: If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

18.  If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

al;kfaqlhjkld 🥺  I... I don’t know... I don’t think I could do it honestly. I’d probably quit.

...

......

BruJay. 

There’s enough angst there to sustain me, I think.

[crookedspoonfic]

Hello! I know you just did Dickjay for a prompt, but would you be interested in doing another for the letter E, a stolen kiss? I just love how these characters are both so passionate, they both feel like the type to leap forward if the moment sweeps them away c:

Hope you don’t mind me using this prompt for a wifey fic. :’)

633. symbiotic self-indulgence (DCU: JayDick, 2.1k, M)Tags: Secret relationship, sneaking around, kissing, dirty thoughts, banterSummary: Family dinner doesn’t mean they can’t find a private moment or two.

The invitation itself did not surprise him – Bruce has never stopped sending them even if they all went unanswered. Stubborn to a fault, that old man. Which makes two of them. Because Jason has never answered even a single one out of principle.

So it does surprise him that he answers one this time. All because Dick batted his eyelashes at him. While he was edging Jason. (“Say you’ll come and I’ll let you.”) So. Jason had been under duress.

(Read more on AO3.)

This has got to be my fastest turn-around ever. If you needed any more proof that I can’t get enough of JayDick.

[tigertigertigertime]

I told you I can’t dance for shit and you still put me in heels. 

God, I’m avoiding finals so hard. 

I loveloveloveloveloveLOVE ScandalSavage’s ‘Laid Bare’ Jason is in deep trouble. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19100851

[pinepickled]

Thank you for the @shylittlemayfly!

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Hard agree on coffee shop. Send it to the gutters.

Honestly, for my dub con loving purposes, and my crippling milk kink, everything is where it's supposed to be 😂

Now, as for what I write in the third category down... Sorry folks, but things like soulmates and love triangles are already iffy. Soulmate fics tend to be very one note, nothing really fun or revolutionary ever done with them.. Angst and fluff are more broad than all of these categories so they're pretty neutral, and as for Omegaverse... loll, what to say about Omegaverse.

I'm very picky with my wolf porn. Either the lore isn't up to par, the Omega isn't who I want them to be, or the fic is predictable and stereotypical. I've written my own fair share of fic for this au, including a very long Tiger and Bunny fic I have in the works, but one fic series that always stands out to me is Coplins' Packrunners series. The world building and romance is absolutely bonkers in that fic series, and I follow the updates religiously.

Then, my alltime faves. Fairy tale aus! Fairy tale aus aren't popular these days, it's such a bummer, but i remember back in like 2014-2018 ish, it was super popular! One of my favorite fic authors for Kuroko no Basket, @umisabaku, has some of the best fairy tale aus out there that i've read! It's a woefully underrated au concept, I should add some to my wip list.

I've written my own royalty aus, ive written in a highschool setting a magic setting and a highschool magic setting, and I'm sure people from thal's discord may remember my various obsessions over quarentine ^^

Amnesia fic ive never cared for. I've always thought it's cheesy and pointless in dramas, i think it's cheesy and pointless everywhere. I think I vaguely remember a shonen that did it very well, where it showed that the Hero would Hero wherever he went, but it was a long time ago and I barely remember.

ill tag @coplins, @2many-main, @s8ncake, @primeemeraldheiress, @daemoninwhiteround2, @tigertigertigertime!

[daemoninwhiteround2]

Bloodhound Au 🥺🥺🥺 next installment please?🥺🥺🥺

Did Jason accidentally have Dick chase him back to one of his safe houses???👀

Last time, on the Bloodhound AU...

Dick stands up, Jason clutched close to his chest, and through his flickering, half-dead HUD, Jason belatedly realises that he actually recognises this corridor.

He's got little bolt holes stashed all over his territory - in their line of work, an extra ten minutes travel time to get to another safe location can literally mean life or death. The one he's got in this building is two rooms, a tiny bathroom and a marginally larger room that he has a mattress, a well-stocked first aid kit, a weapons cache and a handful of shelf-stable foods.

Most importantly, as all areas where Jason intends to be even slightly off his guard, it's covered in the highest grade scent dampeners that it's possible to produce. Jason's not proud of what he has to do to get them, but without them...

It's not worth the risk.

"Go here, stupid alpha," he mutters as he leans forward in Dick's arms. Now that Dick's got him there's no way Dick will drop him and from how Dick keeps posturing at shadows - there's no threat there, empty brained moron! - he doesn't think Dick's exactly up for taking verbal instructions. So it's this or figuring out some way to Ratatouille their way to the apartment.

Luckily, it doesn't come to that, and Dick moves to compensate for Jason's shifts in weight so they manage to make their way to the apartment without getting too sidetracked. There is a moment where Dick snarls over an old scent-mark some other alpha left on some other door and Jason spares a second to thank every God that he's got both arms around Jason so he can't whip it out and cover it up.

Heats fucking suck shit and Jason literally prayed as a child not to present as an omega, but rut-drunk alphas are dumb as rocks. Or maybe it's just Dickie. (Jason fully blames the rising sympathy-heat for finding it kind of cute.)

Dick gets his hand on the apartment door knob before Jason can. It opens at his touch. With any luck, this'll all be a drug-messed blur and Jason won't be forced to confront exactly what that says about him.

They enter the apartment and the door automatically locks behind them and there's no more running. He's been driven to ground.

Time to do what alphas and omegas do best.