#jason-todd-squad

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Any chance of some more Cal Kestis content? Preferably some fluff? 🥰

Consider this an early Valentine’s present to hold you over until I have time to write something longer! Also, I’m just feeling really soft for our boi right now.

(I deleted this once on accident and had to rewrite it. It was so sad.)

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You snuggled deeper under the blankets desperately trying to warm up. Somehow the cold from outside had found its way into the Mantis. No matter how high Greez turned up the heater the biting edge from the chill remained. 

On nights light this you would usually find yourself all but laying on Cal, but tonight you were alone. He had gone out early that afternoon with BD-1 to look for a supply crate he had seen during a previous trip and had yet to return. You could only hope that he had frozen in the cold. You were positive this cold couldn’t be good for BD either. 

While you never truly warmed up sleep did eventually find you. 

The quiet of the room was broken by the soft hiss of your door opening and closing. Cal did his best to be quiet as he entered the room and undressed. When his boot his the floor was a thud he winced and watched you; waiting for any sort of indication he had woke you. When none came he quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes leaving him in just his shirt and pants– it was way too cold to be wearing anything less. He slipped into bed quickly, eager to be under the warm blankets. 

“Cal?” you mumbled sleepily as you felt his weight settle behind you. Instinctively you repositioned yourself so your back rested against his chest. He was so warm. 

His arms wrapped around you and held you tight; trying to feel as much of your warmth as possible. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. It’s too cold to really sleep in here anyway.” You gasped silently when his hands slipped underneath your shirt to rest on your warm skin. How were they so cold? 

“Sorry.” Despite the apology, his hands didn’t move.

“No your not.” 

“Yeah, your right,” he replied quietly. You felt the tip of his nose brushed the back of your neck causing goosebumps to form in its wake. “You’re just so warm.” 

“Well, your hands are cold,” you protested. 

You waited for a response, for him to move his hands, for anything really; but nothing happened. Cal let out a light snore and you could only sigh. Of course, he had gone and fallen asleep with his cold hands seeping the precious warmth from you. You closed your eyes and as his hands slowly warmed up sleep was able to take you once again.

[eggchef]

Just wanted to let you know how much I adore your Survivor Michael artworks 🥰

THANK U SO MUCH.... i love to draw him T_T

[lizzart-zardonicz]

Your most recent Vergil artwork is absolutely gorgeous 🥰

♥♥♥ thank you! This design has been stuck in my head for a while. I feel like Vergil has that type of fighting style that could go well with some double daggers. ;)

[rynne311]

Can I request the way you say “I love you” number 16 “Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble” with Jason?

It was barely a whisper. Your conscious brain wasn’t even aware you’d said it, but that didn’t matter to Jason.

“I love you, Jason” was all he could hear as he climbed into bed after a long night of patrol. When he looked over at you, you were still sound asleep. Knowing you had confessed your love in your sleep, there was no way he could doubt the true feelings behind the words.

For so long, he never thought he’d find somebody who meant those words, and yet, here you were. Even though he still felt like he wasn’t worthy of your love, he didn’t want to let it go.

“Say it again,” he whispered into your hair as he draped an arm around you. “Over and over again till it’s nothing but a senseless babble.”

Jason drifted off to an unusually peaceful sleep playing your first “I love you” over and over again. He knew he was ready to finally vocalize his own feelings for you.

Writer’s Block Prompts

[caffeinatedtimdrake]

How about ‘ i carry your heart with me’ for Jason?

A/N: here it is!! bc we all need more soft Jason in our lives!! about 1k of Jason feeling sappy after a mission and coming home to snuggle with you

i carry your heart with me 

The thin chain and silver locket slide against Jason’s skin, a cool reminder of your presence amidst the stinging pain along his abdomen and the soreness in his shoulder. 

“Is that what I think it is?” Tim arches an eyebrow, bemused, gesturing to the necklace hanging around his brother’s neck as he wraps Jason’s left wrist in gauze. 

Jason sets his jaw in annoyance, grumbling in affirmation. 

“Aw, Timmy, don’t tease the poor guy. Our Jason’s just in love.” Dick chirps from the opposite side of Jason’s mildly battered body, suavely threading a needle through the gash on his younger brother’s forearm. 

“You guys really don’t need to do all this.” Jason huffs, fighting a mortified blush. 

Damian isn’t directly helping much, but from across the kitchen, he offers, “Yes, I believe we do. If not, the owner of your necklace’s counterpart is sure to kick our shins and scold us.” 

Dick glances over at Damian and sighs, “Our endearing voice of reason.”

Jason hadn’t meant to get battered so badly tonight, but he admits his arrogance might have inhibited him from calling for help until he was beyond – as Dick would say – whelmed. 

Jason hadn’t meant to let the boys see the necklace clasped loyally around his neck, holding the jagged half-heart, half-inscribed with the words ‘best friends’.

Jason also hadn’t meant to fall irrevocably, profoundly in love with you, but strict planning never seemed to work out for him. 

The two of you had been traversing a flea market on a warm, quiet Sunday morning when you stumbled upon the necklaces. In your youth, it had been a hot commodity and an ardent proclamation of friendship – best friendship. 

A shy, hopeful smile spreads across your face. You trace your fingers across the engraved pendant and glance at him. 

“Jason…can we?” 

He blinks at you, childlike wonder igniting across his features. In any other situation, his knee jerk reaction might include a snarky remark and absolute denial, but this wasn’t any other situation. Where you were involved, things qualified as extraordinary. 

He’s quiet for a moment, a slow grin pulling at his mouth and lighting up his sapphire eyes. “Yeah, of course, Y/N.” Jason finds himself borderline bashful.

When you pull out a few crumpled bills to hand to the old lady at the stand, he shoots you a look and reaches for his wallet. 

“Jason, I swear to god –”

“Let me spoil you,” He whines.

“You can have it for free.” The elderly lady seated beneath the shade of the makeshift shop smiles at the pair of you fondly, effectively killing the bickering. 

“We could never –”

“We insist –”

“I insist!” She chortles, waving her hand dismissively and getting up to hand you the necklaces.

You and Jason look at the woman, a little dumbfounded. 

Her smile grows. “I’ve seen a lot in my years. I haven’t seen two people so in love in a long time. I know you must be more than best friends, but maybe in your darkest moments, a silly necklace meant for kids can help remind you of that.”

Jason has never really needed reminding. He knew it then and he knows it now, in the dingy lighting of the bat cave; you are his best friend and much, much more. You are his right hand, his beacon of light, his comfiest pillow, his book nerd buddy, his favorite song, and someone who could finish his sentences. You are his inspiration for adventure and muse for midnight poetry. You are his safety net. At dusk in early December, between mugs of hot cocoa and thick blankets, he learned you are his soulmate. 

Still, he wears the necklace diligently. You are very well-entangled in his soul, but this is another way of carrying your heart with him. He knows you scarcely remove your own necklace. You carry him in your heart, and you keep him close to your heart. Without him, you are incomplete; an unfinished puzzle, a fragmented sentence, a wave that can never quite reach the shore. 

You and Jason work together so easily, like the moon orbiting the earth orbiting the sun, gravity keeping him grounded even though you make him feel like his head is in the clouds. 

“You’re all patched up, Jay.” Tim pats his thigh and stands, helping his brother get up and stretch. “Keep ice on the waist and take it easy for a few days. Don’t want these stitches opening up.”

Jason makes a face briefly, but Dick gently, endearingly whacks the back of his head. “Just do it.”

“I can tell Y/N, as well, since Todd often disregards medical advice.” Damian says, swinging his legs in an almost cute way, not completely unlike a child. 

“I don’t wanna worry Y/N if I can help it, boys. I’ve done enough of that for a lifetime. But I do appreciate the help, really.” 

Dick smiles at Jason softly. “Anytime, little bird.” 

Jason’s walk home is quiet and peaceful and crime-free. He prays that you’re blissfully asleep, not awake with worry, because all he wants to do is crawl into bed and into your embrace.

He does find you asleep – sprawled out on the couch in basketball shorts and one of his t-shirts, mouth parted, as the television hums with the measured laugher of an old sitcom. 

His heart leaps in his chest; because you waited for him, because you put on his clothes, because you look so damn cute in the throes of slumber that he wants to crumble into a squealing mess of adoration on the spot. 

Jason switches off the T.V. and scoops you up into his arms. You’re so warm and so you, nuzzling into his chest and sleepily welcoming him home, that he forgets all the injuries he sustained throughout the night. He carries you as tenderly as he can to the bedroom. 

You wiggle yourself underneath the covers and when he finishes changing into cozy pajamas, he turns back to the bed to find your arms stretched widely, beckoning him into your embrace.

He’s utterly enamored, cooing that he loves you, when he crawls onto the bed and into your arms.

Jason holds you close, pressing a kiss to your head. 

He holds you – his heart, his home, his everything.

[jaykore]

I absolutely loooove that Cyberpunk 2077 version of Jason you recently did, you should totally draw Cyberpunk inspired Jay because you’ve got a real talent for it 💕

Thank you very much! <3 I’m sure I’ll draw more cyberpunk Jay down the road, I had way too much fun not too!(if you guys have any ideas toss them my way!)

[schweeeppess]

Can I request Fever + Exhaustion with Jason? :)

a/n: technical songfic I guess? it’s “forever//over” by EDEN.

I’m only really using the first four lines and one near the end of the song. so.

tw: blood

I met the devil in the hills last night

Jason’s body shuddered violently with a gentle breeze, and he coughed into his hand, but he didn’t dare move. They were counting on him. His brothers needed him. Red Hood only had one job to do in the bust, and he could go home.

But until then, his brothers needed him, and he refused to let them down.

Underneath him blood started to soak through his armor.

I was driving by myself alone

Alarms blared out from the complex the Bats had infiltrated, and there was two loud crashes, Dick’s body flying through a window with Damian jumping out right behind him and Tim making his own hole in the glass.

Jason moved his eye to the scope and wiped at the warm irony liquid on his mouth before shifting his finger over the trigger of his sniper rifle.

“Breathe,” he whispered to himself. “Just breathe.”

In his ear the comm link beeped, and he turned it on.

He said “Boy what you running from?”

Dick’s voice shouted, “Cover fire, cover fire!”

“I got you,” he replied in a too quiet whisper, trying to smother his cough and suppress a shudder.

Tim spoke up. “Hood?! Are you alright?!”

No, his mind supplied, flitting to the stab wound in his waist.

“I’ve got your backs,” is what Jason dismissed them with, sneezing afterwards before realigning his eye with the scope and taking out a thug directly behind Tim with a bullet right between the eyes. He moved on to a new target trying to sneak up behind Damian and took her out too. One at Tim’s back, then not. One at Dick’s back, then not.

He kept the pace up the entirety of their fight, blinking the little stars out of his vision furiously, one kill after the other to prevent the deaths of his brothers.

Jason couldn’t let them down.

I said “I don’t know.”

Dick wiped at his brow with the back of his hand one all the thugs had been taken out by either them or Jason, and he let a long exhale pass his lips as he looked up at his little brothers.

“I’d say this was a success,” he grinned.

“Sure,” Tim answered, holding his shoulder. “More casualties than we’d expected, but we did what we came to do.”

Damian rolled his eyes, shaking out his hand, and said, “Tt. It would have been a success regardless. Red Hood’s aid simply added a body count to our endeavors.”

Dick opened his mouth to stop Jason’s sharp remark, but he didn’t end up saying anything.

Because neither did Jason.

He hadn’t said anything in a while, actually.

Frowning, Dick looked to where Jason was holed up in his sniper nest, and he said, “Red Hood? Are you alright?”

No response.

The entire atmosphere shifted from something calm to something cold and unforgiving, and Damian and Tim both sharply turned in Jason’s direction.

Glancing at his little siblings, Dick shot out a line and grappled up to Jason’s location.

When he landed, he wished he hadn’t.

Because everything is not alright.

“Jason?”

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I really really liked your Inquisitor Cal work :) my god the tension between them was just 🔥 I was wondering if you’d be doing a continuation of that?

Hehee thank youu! Actually I’ve had so many requests for more inquisitor Cal that I’m currently planning on the continuation to see which direction I wanna take it ;) Thanks for reading and the kind words ❤️