she/her 20! s-asian american pisces jason todd’s princess & roy harper’s sweetheart <3 president of the dinahbabs & timkon fanclubs written by stephanie garber ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Roy harper x fem!reader, anxiety, kinda hurt/comfort, fluff, badly written, idk what this is, i'm sick and taking care of a sick 6 year old, this is how i cope ig?
Your body's buzzing with worry, your heart racing almost painfully. It takes everything in you to swallow it down. You tell yourself it's a normal fever. This shit happens. It's fine.
But seeing him lying in bed, motionless, the covers hiding half his body, makes you dizzy— makes you feel like you'll drop to your knees if you don't check on him every five minutes.
So you tiptoe into your shared room with a thermometer and a pulse oximeter. Technically, you don't need the latter, but it doesn't hurt to check.
He's sleeping on his back, head turned to the side, lips parted slightly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reach out and place a hand on his chest. When you feel the familiar rise and fall, your shoulders sag with relief, your head hanging low as you stare at his chest like it's a lifeline.
A warm hand engulfing yours snaps your eyes up.
"You're gonna get sick, baby," Roy mumbles, a little scoldingly as if he's talking to Lian.
"I don't care."
"You should. This shit's hell," he says weakly, his eyes finding yours, looking like he'd kiss you if he could.
You steel your resolve and, without another word, pull your hand away and tell him to open his mouth.
"Demanding," he mutters under his breath, but he complies.
You check his temperature. It reads 102 Fahrenheit.
You take a deep breath. "Okay. You're okay." You reach out, your fingers trailing along his jaw, rough with day-old stubble. It's okay, you keep telling yourself as he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Stop worrying, trouble."
"I can't."
He goes to kiss your palm but stops when he remembers he's sick. "I know."
Swallowing, you take his hand and slip one of his fingers into the pulse oximeter.
He watches you through lidded eyes. "Is this necessary?" he draws out, his voice dry and scratchy.
"Probably not," you answer, squinting at the numbers. His oxygen and pulse seem fine. That, at least, gives you some peace.
"Have you been drinking water?" you ask, taking his hand back into yours.
A dramatic, drawn-out sigh leaves him. "How could I not when you're hovering over me like a—
He falters when he sees the fear in your eyes. "Like a very sweet and caring girlfriend," he finishes, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
You shift and curl up against him, your fingers clutching his shirt. "You're okay," you mumble against his chest.
"Only cause you're here." He doesn't comment on the fact that you're freaking out over a fever. He just lets his hand move up and down your back.
"You're going to get sick," he adds quietly.
"I know."
"I'll take care of you. Don't you worry, baby," he assures you, his hand pulling you closer.
if you ever feel bad abt urself just know i went to the best college in my country and then dropped out bc of mental health issues and now im 20 and back living in my fuckass town with my parents & oh im still trying to find a job 🥰
okay i suck at requesting and if you dont like it you can ignore it but listen,, princess!reader is having a tea party with her friends and they gossip about other men and knight!bruce is there as their guard and hears them and gets jealous and when theyre finally alone reader makes fun of him for being jealous 😭 idkk it sounds so cute in my headd
CHERRY I LOVED THIS REQUEST it was so fun to write, i hope you like it <3
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Knight!Bruce Wayne x princess!reader
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Your knight stands beside you, loyal as ever, as you finish your second goblet of wine in such an unprincessly manner that the other knights can only stare. Bruce, however, keeps his gaze fixed straight ahead as though he hadn't witnessed anything at all. The other ladies are no different.
Why would they care? After all, today's gathering had a purpose beyond simply lounging in one's company. Some had come seeking political information, others to escape their husbands and find a moment of peace. Now, others—like you—have arranged the whole thing for the most important reason of all.
Gossip.
Truly, what better way is there to amuse oneself?
"Your Highness, I've heard the southern kingdom's youngest prince is traveling to visit you," one of the ladies speaks up, her calculated gaze looking you up and down as she waits for your reaction.
From the corner of your eye, you see Bruce's fingers curl into a fist.
You laugh. "Oh?" You lift your goblet to your lips. "I thought the southern kingdom had finally learned not to send their troublesome sons my way."
Some of the ladies laugh behind their hands. And you can feel Bruce's unease in every shift of his feet.
"Troublesome?" another lady chimes in as she leans closer. "That is not what I've heard…they say he's charming, handsome too."
You roll your eyes. "They are entitled men," you say. "Besides, a prince arriving unannounced means one of two things," you add, taking another sip of wine.
Your eyes flicker to Bruce. His cold eyes say he's entirely uninterested in your words, but the way his shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched, makes you think this is affecting him more than he's letting on.
You smother your giddy smile.
"Well?" a lady asks. "What does it mean?"
Your eyes leave Bruce and settle on her instead. "Oh." You pause for a second, letting silence build. "It means war… or marriage," you finish dramatically.
Bruce clears his throat. "It is the princesses…strolling time, is it not?" His voice is deep with an edge to it that no prince can ever steal your heart with.
You raise a brow at him. "Strolling time?" you mouth to him.
He nods. "The gardens await," he says simply, less a reminder and more a demand. If it were anyone else, you'd have ignored them.
"Do they?" you draw out. "How fortunate that you remembered."
"It is my duty to remember such things, your highness."
Liar. His only duty is to serve you.
The ladies exchange knowing looks. You bid them goodbye and stand, dusting off your dress. As you walk, your knight's heavy footsteps follow close behind.
Instead of the gardens, you lead him into your chambers. Once you close the door, you lean against it with a teasing smile on your lips.
Bruce stiffens like he's preparing for battle.
"What will you do once I am wedded?" you ask. "Hmm?"
"I will serve you, your highness," he mutters.
"There are many ways to serve a lady—
"Princess," he grits out. His composure is failing. Every word of yours is tearing it down and leaving him looking at you so desperately—you almost don't recognize him.
"What?" you pout. "You were jealous at the thought of another man serving me—
You falter when you see him move. He crowds you until your back hits the wall. His hands go down to your hips, large and warm. You cursed the fabric of your clothes, keeping you from feeling his hands on your bare skin.
You look up at him with wide eyes. You're the one who always makes the first move, not him.
He leans down till his breath fans your neck. Your heart's racing and you feel as if your knees will give out at any moment.
"Your word is absolute," he mumbles. "If you want me. You have me," he says, as if it's the simplest thing in the world.
You swallow. "I care little for spoiled princes."
His lips curve into the barest hint of a smile.
"I find I have a fondness for knights," you add, your arms sliding around his neck. The cold press of his armour bites into your skin but you don't pull back.
Instead, you let him lean down and press his lips to yours, sealing a much more important vow.
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ what’s more romantic than a knight that brings her highness only the finest monsters for her to dig into? . . . fem!knight!bruce wayne x princess!reader, medieval fantasy au, genderbent bruce,
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pt. 1 • pt. 2
Your words have been haunting Bruce against her will.
Whoever brings the finest monster shall get a kiss.
It is below her to react to such things.
Really, honorable knights didn't try to please. They're the kingdom's pride—nothing like the knights who sit around drinking ale and putting on their shiniest armor for the princess's amusement.
So perhaps it'd been the thought that another knight could win that had Bruce trekking out into the night where the wind was roaring and the rain striking against her armor.
Her sword would meet against a beast, she’d thought. No matter if the mud made it harder to walk.
And now, mud follows her in with every footstep as she carries a basilisk over her shoulder, its tail dragging against the floor as she makes her way to where you sit lazily on your father’s throne.
Your mouth waters at the sight, and when your eyes widen, Bruce knows she’s caught a much lovelier monster in the form of a princess.
“It’s said that a basilisk’s tail goes well with vegetable stew,” you tell her while making heart eyes at the beast. You’re sitting on the edge of the throne now, your posture straight for the first time in ages.
Bruce doesn’t say a word as the servants start trickling in. They take the beast from her, eyeing it with looks of disgust. The whole time, her eyes are on you.
“I'll have to try it sometime,” she replies, her voice raspy from the lack of use. A pleasant shiver runs down your spine at the sound.
"You can try mine," the words leave you in a rush. Immediately, you grimace. "If there is any left for you," you add while ignoring the warmth pooling low in your belly.
You see her lips twitch up for the briefest moment, and somehow it feels as if you’ve done the impossible. Her silence is like a dense cloud. It gathers up in the room where everything but the two of you is moving.
After a while, she asks, "Do I get the kiss, your highness?"
Your heart beats faster. In truth, you had been bluffing, but…if you refused now, they'd all see you as a liar.
Your eyes drop to her lips. Could you kiss a knight out in the open like this? The servants are scattered about, dusting and cleaning anything they can find as they wait for you to finish "conducting your business". Only then can they sleep in peace.
You wave a hand, gesturing for her to come over. Once she's only a foot away, you whisper, "In private."
Bruce raises a brow. "Private," she repeats dryly, not caring who hears.
You nod a little too quickly. "I'm a princess, you see," you say. "You'll have to come to my chambers."
Bruce gazes at you, then sighs. "Lead the way, your highness."
Omg May I ask when you hit 4k!????? But firstly congratulations on coming so far!!!!! You deserve it ❤️❤️❤️
noooo not yet lmao 😭 i just have it on my masterlist cause im planning a event and im impatient as hell and wanna tell everyone what it is. but we’re very close to 4k so thank youuuuu <333
cissa i was thinking about like “wait i have a moot who doesn’t write romantic fics for tim bc they see him as a family member or something” and i was overthinking about which moot it was bc same me too 😭 he is like a little brother who is only one year younger to me IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE IDK
YESSSS I GET YOU I FEEL THE SAME WAYYY
he’s just sooo little brother coded to me so i could only write platonic fics with him unless im shipping him with another character 😭