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I will not write for any smut

Request are always open , but may be delayed

I can also write for other characters not only the fandom mentioned above , but might be inaccurate if i dont know the character

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When im having a bad day and just wanted to read some fluff but all the fic with fluff tagged are filled with smut

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Paper, Wind, and Blue Eyes

Pairing: Jason todd x neutral reader

The city lights smeared across the Uber window as you leaned your forehead against the glass, watching Gotham blur past in streaks of gold and red. You were absent-mindedly fiddling with a napkin from the café you’d just left — folding it, unfolding it, twisting the corner while your mind wandered.

A sharp turn made the window breeze sweep harder, and the napkin slipped from your fingers, fluttering out the half-open window like it had been waiting for a chance to escape.

“Ah— hey—!” you reached out uselessly as it drifted down to the street.

The Uber kept rolling, but the driver slowed at the red light.

You sighed, already mourning the loss of your tiny distraction—only to see a shadow sweep past the car.

A motorcycle pulled up beside your window.

Red and black. Sleek. Loud but controlled.

And the man on it? Broad shoulders, helmet under one arm, the other hand casually holding up… your napkin.

You blinked as he leaned slightly toward your window, dark hair tousled by the wind, blue eyes ridiculously bright even in the dim streetlights.

“Think this is yours,” he said, voice low and warm, like he wasn’t literally returning a runaway napkin in the middle of traffic.

You stared. “H-how—? You didn’t have to—”

He shrugged one shoulder, smirking just a little. “It landed by my front tire. Thought it’d be rude not to give it back.”

The driver snorted quietly. You did not.

You reached out the window to take it, fingers brushing his glove for a split second — and that tiny contact sent a strange little jolt through your chest.

“Thanks,” you managed, trying not to sound like you were short-circuited. “Really.”

“No problem.” He revved the engine once, a lazy purr. “Try not to lose it again, alright?”

Before you could even form a comeback, the light turned green and he slipped into the traffic, bike weaving effortlessly between cars until he was swallowed by the night.

You sat back, staring at the napkin now safely in your hand.

The driver glanced at you in the rear-view mirror. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly, pulse still fluttering. “Yeah. Just… Gotham’s weird sometimes

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On my way to experience the horrors

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BROKEN MASK* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Pairing: jason todd x neutral reader

Synopsis: After a rough patrol, Jason returns hurt and emotionally drained. You don’t ask questions—just make him tea and sit with him. When he finally speaks, it’s not the Red Hood you know, but a man struggling to keep it together.

It had been a long night, the kind of night where Jason knew nothing was going right. The criminals, the situation, everything felt wrong, and it left him broken—physically and mentally. As he limped into the apartment, the sound of his boots clanging against the floor echoed in the quiet hallway.

He didn’t say anything when he stepped through the door, but you could already see the signs. The way his posture was slumped, how his mask of cocky indifference had slipped—just a crack, but enough to tell you something was off.

“Bad night?” you asked, but you knew the answer before he even spoke. Jason wasn’t one to talk about his failures. Not unless he was forced.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, not even looking at you as he moved towards the couch. But the way he gripped his side betrayed him. It wasn’t fine. You could tell by the way his hand hovered over his ribs like he was trying to keep them from breaking.

He always thought he could take it all on himself, didn’t he? The pain, the guilt, the responsibility. But tonight… tonight was different. And you weren’t about to pretend you didn’t see that.

You didn’t ask again. You didn’t need to. You simply got up, grabbed his favorite mug, and started brewing some tea. When you returned, he was sitting in the same position, fists clenched tightly, jaw gritting as though the pain was something he could control if he just concentrated harder.

You set the mug on the table in front of him, and he didn’t react at first. But when you sat down beside him, he finally looked at you, eyes full of something he rarely showed—something broken.

For a moment, there was silence. Jason wasn’t the type to show weakness. But in the quiet of your apartment, he finally let himself exhale, his breath shaky.

“I fucked up tonight,” Jason said, voice low. It wasn’t an apology. It was a confession. “I... I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t do enough.”

You didn’t say anything at first. There was nothing to say. Instead, you put a hand on his, and for a split second, his guard faltered. He stared at your fingers, the contact both comforting and alien to him.

“You don’t need to pretend with me,” you whispered, and Jason’s eyes flickered to yours.

The world outside the apartment was still chaos. But here, in this small, quiet space, you were his safe place. No more masks. No more pretending. Just Jason. Raw. Honest. And for the first time, it was enough to just be.

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Clumsy feet , gentle hand : various genshin men x clumsy reader

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The little thing he does｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

Pairing: dick grayson x reader

Jason todd version here

୨ৎDick grayson always has your coffee ready.

If he’s home before you wake up, there’ll be a cup waiting exactly the way you like it — the right sweetness, the right mug, always warm. If he’s out late, he texts you:

“Don’t skip breakfast, please. You get grumpy when you do 😘”

୨ৎ He notices when you haven’t eaten.

He’ll slide a plate toward you mid-work with that soft but firm look — the “don’t argue, just eat” expression. Sometimes he even feeds you a bite while you’re distracted just to make sure you actually eat.

୨ৎ He can read your moods instantly.

You can say “I’m fine” a hundred times, and he’ll still tilt his head, narrow his eyes, and call you out gently.

>“You only say you’re fine when you’re not. What’s going on, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t push — he just stays close until you’re ready to talk.

୨ৎ He’s ridiculously good at comforting you.

He’ll sit behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and rest his chin on your shoulder while whispering,

“You don’t have to be okay all the time. You’ve got me.”

And you always melt into him, because he says it like it’s the easiest truth in the world.

୨ৎ He leaves small reminders of love everywhere.

Sticky notes on mirrors. Little doodles of you as a chibi superhero. Your favorite snack tucked into your bag before patrol. A voice memo of him humming your favorite tune.

୨ৎ He keeps track of your tiny quirks.

He knows you can’t sleep without background noise, that you hum before falling asleep, that you talk to your plants when you water them. He never teases — he just smiles and says,

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

୨ৎ He’s always, always watching out for you.

Even when you’re just walking together, his hand naturally hovers near your lower back. When crossing the street, he pulls you slightly behind him without thinking. It’s instinct — his way of keeping you safe.

୨ৎ He memorized your sleepy habits too.

He knows you steal blankets. That you mumble in your sleep. That sometimes you roll over and tangle yourself around him like a koala. He teases you endlessly, but he secretly loves it.

୨ৎHe doesn’t need to ask how you are — he already knows.

Because you’re the one person he’s learned by heart. Every expression, every sigh, every unspoken word.

And he never takes that lightly.

To Dick, loving you isn’t a task — it’s second nature.

He doesn’t have to try.

He just does.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖The little thing he does ──.ᝰ.ᐟ

PAIRING: jason todd/redhood x reader

୨ৎJason’s never been one for grand gestures.

He doesn’t do flowers, or long speeches, or candlelit dinners — not because he doesn’t care, but because he’s the kind of man who shows love through quiet, ordinary moments. The kind that sneak up on you and stay.

୨ৎIt’s in the way he lingers at your doorway every time he leaves. Helmet in hand, voice gruff, eyes softer than he’ll ever admit.

“Lock the door behind me, yeah?”

You always do — but he still waits to hear the click before heading down the stairs. It’s his way of saying I love you, stay safe without actually saying it.

୨ৎHe learns your routines without trying to. Knows exactly when you need coffee, when you forget to eat, when you pretend you’re fine but aren’t.

So when you wake up after a rough night, there’s a mug already on the counter — strong, sweet, just the way you like it.

And if you ever say, “You didn’t have to,” he’ll just shrug, mutter,

“Didn’t say I had to. I wanted to.”

୨ৎJason never says much when it comes to feelings. But you start to notice the little things.

୨ৎHow he walks on the outside of the sidewalk every time you go out together.

୨ৎHow he presses a hand to your lower back to guide you through crowds — not possessive, just protective.

୨ৎHow he’ll hover near you when you’re distracted, subtly keeping you within arm’s reach.

You tease him about it once, and he just smirks.

“Old habits. Can’t turn ‘em off.”

୨ৎ He fixes things without being asked. The crooked shelf. The flickering light. The chair leg you swore you’d repair weeks ago.

୨ৎHe doesn’t make a show of it — just quietly gets it done while you’re not looking, leaving behind little traces of care only you’d recognize.

On patrol nights, when he’s out as Red Hood, he still finds time to send one message before radio silence

“Don’t wait up.”

You never listen, of course.

And when he finally returns — tired, bruised, helmet under his arm — he finds you asleep on the couch, blanket half-slipped off your shoulder.

He sighs, drops to a knee beside you, and pulls the blanket back over, brushing your hair out of your face.

His hand lingers there for a second longer than necessary.

You stir, eyes half-open.

“You’re back…”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispers, voice rough but soft, “go back to sleep.”

He stays like that for a while — sitting on the floor beside the couch, gloved hand still loosely holding yours.

Sometimes he falls asleep there too, head resting near your arm, the city outside forgotten.

Jason Todd doesn’t love loudly.

He loves through acts of quiet devotion — in the way he keeps a first-aid kit stocked for your paper cuts, or how he memorizes your favorite diner order, or how he slips his jacket around your shoulders before you even realize you’re cold.

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Clumsy feet, gentle hand ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆

Pairing: various genshin men x neutral reader

Synopsis: just the genshin men with a really , clumsy s/o

Featuring: flins , ororon , ayato , varka

FLINS

Flins would first be alarmed — then quietly amused. You’d be walking through Natlan’s rough terrain, tripping over uneven stones or stray roots, and he’d always be two steps behind, ready to catch you.

At first, he’d just sigh — that deep, resigned sound of a man who’s accepted fate.

“You’ve got the bravery of a dragon… and the coordination of a hatchling,” he’d murmur with a crooked grin.

When you fall, his reflexes are quick. He’d catch you before you even hit the ground, one arm around your waist, flames flickering faintly from his fingertips. The warmth would linger — not from his element, but from how close he holds you.

If you apologize too often, he’d shake his head gently.

“Don’t. You walk through fire without fear. That’s enough. Just… maybe watch your step next time.”

Later, when he thinks you’re not looking, you’d catch him moving fallen branches or kicking away loose stones before you pass through — subtle, quiet gestures to make sure you don’t trip again.

ORORON

Ororon’s the type to act indifferent, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed as you trip over thin air for the third time in a row.

He’d sigh. Loudly.

“You’re going to destroy yourself before any enemy even gets the chance.”

But the second you actually fall — just a stumble, maybe a scraped knee — he’s beside you in an instant. His voice drops, low and rough around the edges.

“...You okay?”

If you mutter something embarrassed, he’d click his tongue and look away, muttering,

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s annoying.”

But then he’d take your hand anyway, pulling you up with a tenderness that completely betrays his words.

He’ll never admit it, but he’s learned to move slower around you.

Kamisato Ayato

Ayato handles your clumsiness with charm and precision.

He never scolds, never laughs too loud — he simply tilts his head, lips curving in that composed, knowing smile as you nearly trip over the teapot tray he’s carrying.

"My, my. You do have quite the talent for chaos in the calmest of settings.”

When you trip, he’s there instantly — one hand steady at your waist, the other gently catching your wrist before you fall. His movements are smooth, graceful, like a dance he’s rehearsed a thousand times.

>“Ah. Seems I arrived just in time,” he’d say with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not doing this just to earn my attention?”

You’d protest, flustered. He’d laugh softly, helping you stand straight, brushing imaginary dust from your sleeve.

When you least expect it, he’ll quietly make adjustments — clearing the tatami mat’s edge, moving vases slightly out of your reach — always subtle, never condescending.

Later, over tea, he’d add:

“You stumble, yet never fall completely. That’s quite an admirable balance, don’t you think?”

Varka

Varka’s laughter would be loud and hearty the first time you trip over your own sword strap.

“Haha! You remind me of young Kaeya when he first started training — all legs and no balance!”

But it’s affectionate, never mocking.

He’d help you up easily, his hand nearly engulfing yours.

“No shame in stumbling. Every scar and scrape’s a lesson. You just learn to keep marching.”

If you trip again — and again — he’d start naturally walking beside you, one large hand hovering near your shoulder to steady you whenever you falter.

“The ground’s just jealous you’re not paying attention to it,” he’d joke with a wink.

At camp, he’d hand you a mug of hot drink and say warmly,

“You’ve got spirit. That’s what matters. You can train balance — but heart? That’s something you’ve already got.”

And if someone ever dared tease you for your clumsiness, they’d get a friendly — but terrifying — Varka glare that would silence them instantly.

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Meow₍^. .^₎⟆

Nightwing x catlover reader

IT was supposed to be a quick patrol.

In and out, check the rooftops, stop a mugging or two, and grab dinner on the way home.

Simple.

But Dick should’ve known better — nothing with you ever stayed “simple.”

You froze mid-step in the alleyway, your mask glinting under the yellow streetlight.

“Wait,” you whispered.

He tensed, scanning the shadows. “What is it? You see something?”

You crouched down, voice soft. “Yeah… look at this little guy.”

And there it was.

A small, scruffy gray kitten peeking out from behind a trash bin, meowing like it had a whole story to tell.

Dick blinked. “That’s… not exactly what I was expecting.”

You ignored him completely, already kneeling in the dirt, gently extending your gloved hand.

The kitten sniffed your fingers, then pressed its tiny head against your palm.

Your whole face lit up like Gotham had suddenly grown its own sun.

“Oh my god, look at you! You’re so small! Hi, baby!”

Dick leaned on his baton, smiling behind his mask.

“I’m pretty sure you just melted a criminal’s heart somewhere.”

You cooed at the kitten, scooping it up and holding it to your chest.

“Who could leave you out here alone? You’re perfect.”

The cat let out a little purr, already settling against your armor.

Dick’s chest softened at the sight — your gentle hands, your happy grin, the way the cat looked like it belonged there.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and warm, “you’ve got that same look when you’re hugging me.”

You shot him a mock glare. “Are you jealous of a cat, Grayson?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe. The competition’s fierce.”

You laughed — that soft, genuine laugh that always made him feel like the city wasn’t so dark after all.

“Come on,” you said, standing up with the kitten nestled against your neck. “We’re taking him home.”

“Home?” Dick repeated, following you toward the Batcycle.

“Yep. You can’t leave a face like this out here.”

He grinned, shaking his head. “So what are we calling him?”

You thought for a moment, stroking the kitten’s fur. “Nightpaw.”

Dick chuckled. “You know what? I like it.”

And as you rode off into the night — the hero, the vigilante, and the tiny new Gotham stray — Dick couldn’t stop smiling.

Because somehow, in a city full of chaos, you still had enough love to make even the dark corners feel like home.

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࣪Shelter in the rain𓂃࣪☁︎ ˖⋆.˚

Summary:You never meant to get involved with Gotham’s chaos, but when you find an injured man in the rain, something in his eyes keeps you from walking away. You take him in, patch him up, and soon realize — Jason Todd isn’t just another stranger.

Pairing: Jason todd/Red hood x neutral reader

THE storm outside was merciless — cold, relentless sheets of rain drumming against the old apartment’s windows. You’d been curled up on the couch, a blanket over your shoulders and a half-finished cup of tea on the table, when the sound came.

A thud.

Followed by another.

Then a muffled curse.

You froze. It wasn’t the first time Gotham’s nights had whispered danger, but something about the noise — the way it scraped against the silence — made your gut twist. You grabbed your umbrella, cracked the door open, and stepped into the rain.

Down the alley beside your building, you saw him — a man slumped against the brick wall, half-soaked and breathing raggedly. A dark jacket clung to his broad shoulders, blood dripping from a wound near his ribs. A helmet — red, cracked — lay a few feet away.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing forward before you could think better of it. “Oh my god— are you okay?”

The man’s head lifted slightly. His eyes — storm-grey, sharp even through the pain — focused on you. “You shouldn’t—” He coughed. “—be here.”

“Yeah, and you shouldn’t be bleeding out in my alley,” you shot back, kneeling beside him. “Can you stand?”

He gave a pained smirk. “Define stand.”

You didn’t wait for permission. Looping his arm around your shoulder, you half-dragged, half-guided him inside your apartment. He tried to protest, but every word came out like gravel, and honestly, you weren’t listening. By the time you got him to your couch, he was pale and trembling, blood seeping through his shirt.

“Don’t move,” you ordered, rushing to grab your first-aid kit. Your hands shook as you tore open antiseptic wipes and gauze. “What happened? Did someone do this to you?”

He gritted his teeth. “Wrong place, wrong time.”

You frowned. “You look like you got in a war.”

He let out a short, dry laugh that turned into a wince. “Something like that.”

When you lifted his shirt to clean the wound, you caught a glimpse of bruises, scars — old ones, crossing his skin like a map of battles survived. Whoever this man was, trouble had been following him for a long time.

You stitched him up carefully, your heart hammering every time he flinched. He watched you silently, grey eyes flicking between your face and your hands, as if trying to figure you out.

“You’re good at this,” he muttered finally.

You shrugged, tying off the bandage. “Had to learn. Gotham isn’t exactly kind to anyone.”

He smiled faintly — tired, but genuine. “Guess I found the right doorstep, then.”

When you were done, you handed him a towel and an old hoodie. “You can stay here tonight,” you said softly. “Just until you… you know, can walk straight.”

He hesitated. You saw the conflict in his eyes — pride, suspicion, maybe guilt. But he took the hoodie. “You shouldn’t trust strangers, you know.”

You gave him a look. “And you shouldn’t get stabbed on a Tuesday night.”

That earned a quiet chuckle from him. “Touché.”

You left him on the couch, but before heading to your room, you turned back. He was leaning back, eyes half-closed, the rain still whispering against the glass behind him. For a moment, the dangerous stranger looked almost… human. Vulnerable.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

He hesitated a beat.

“Jason,” he said finally, voice low. “Jason Todd.”

You smiled faintly. “Well, Jason Todd, try not to bleed on my couch.”

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Nightwing

rooftop comfort: When painful cramps drive you to seek solitude on a quiet Blüdhaven rooftop, Nightwing ,your boyfriend, Dick Grayson finds you and offers the comfort you didn’t know you needed

Meow₍^. .^₎⟆: nightwing with a reader who Looves cat

Little thing he does : sweet things that dick does for you

REDHOOD

Shelter in the rain𓂃⋆.: You never meant to get involved with Gotham’s chaos, but when you find an injured man in the rain, something in his eyes keeps you from walking away. You take him in, patch him up, and soon realize — Jason Todd isn’t just another stranger.

Little things he does: sweet things that jason does for you

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Rooftop comfort

A/n: this is actually my first fanfic , just recreating the dream i have last night but with nightwing

Summary: When painful cramps drive you to seek solitude on a quiet Blüdhaven rooftop, Nightwing ,your boyfriend, Dick Grayson finds you and offers the comfort you didn’t know you needed

Pairing: nightwing x f!reader

The night was cold, but that wasn’t what made you shiver.

You’d been curled up on the edge of a rooftop for what felt like hours, your knees tucked close to your chest as the Blüdhaven wind swept over you. The city hummed quietly below — cars, sirens, distant laughter — but up here, it felt like another world.

Sometimes, you just needed quiet.

No talking. No worrying about saying you’re fine when you weren’t.

Just… breathing.

The cramps had hit hard this evening. The kind that made you double over and want to punch your uterus for existing. You’d taken medicine, used the heating pad, tried every trick in the book — but nothing really helped.

So you came here. The rooftop.

The one place that always made you feel small in a good way.

You rested your chin on your knees and stared out at the flickering neon lights. The wind tugged at your hair, and for a while, it was just you and the night.

Until you heard a soft thunk behind you.

A familiar sound — boots landing on concrete.

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“Didn’t expect to see anyone up here this late,” came that unmistakable voice — warm, teasing, and layered with concern.

“Hi, Dick,” you murmured quietly, not turning your head.

He walked closer, his Nightwing suit catching the glow from a nearby billboard. “Hey yourself.”

He crouched beside you, trying to meet your eyes. “You okay, babe?"

You gave him a half-smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah. Just… needed some air.”

He studied you for a second, reading between the lines the way he always did. “Cramps?” he guessed softly.

You sighed, chuckling weakly. “Is it that obvious?”

He smiled gently. “I’ve been dating you long enough to know when something’s off.”

You shrugged, staring out at the skyline again. “I didn’t want to bother anyone. I just wanted to be alone for a bit.”

“Yeah,” he said, settling down beside you. “I get that.”

For a while, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the hum of the city below. He didn’t try to touch you, didn’t push — he just sat there. Quiet. Present.

The wind picked up, and you shivered slightly. Instantly, he pulled his jacket from around his waist — his patrol jacket, a little scuffed but warm — and draped it over your shoulders.

You blinked at him. “Dick, I said I wanted to be alone.”

He smiled softly. “I know. But being alone doesn’t mean being lonely.”

That made something in your chest ache in the best way.

You leaned into him just a little, resting your head on his shoulder. His body heat radiated through the suit, his steady breathing syncing with yours.

“Better?” he murmured.

You nodded. “A little.”

“Good.” He tilted his head so his cheek brushed your hair. “You don’t have to hide away when you’re hurting, you know. Even when it’s this.”

“I just… I hate feeling weak,” you whispered.

He shook his head gently. “You’re not weak. You’re human. You deal with pain, and still manage to smile through it most days. That’s strength, babe.”

You smiled faintly. “You always know what to say, huh?”

He grinned, the corner of his mouth quirking. “Occupational hazard of dating a superhero.”

You laughed softly — the first real one that night.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, lingering there for a heartbeat before pulling back. “Wanna go home? I can heat up your favorite soup and grab that heating pad you like.”

You hesitated, glancing at the city one more time — the lights, the peace, the cool wind. Then you nodded. “Yeah. Home sounds good.”

“Alright, beautiful,” he said, standing and offering you his gloved hand.

You took it. His grip was firm and grounding.

And as you both leapt off the rooftop — his arm secure around your waist, the city rushing past below — you realized that maybe being found wasn’t so bad after all.

Because when Dick was there, you never really had to face the bad nights alone.

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