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second heir

pairing: harwin strong x targaryen!oc

synposis: tensions in the targaryen family rise when viserra targaryen, the youngest child of queen aemma and king viserys, gives birth to her second son with ser harwin strong. ser criston cole learns that picking on harwin strong's son is not the smartest decision.

warnings: graphic depiction of childbirth, swearing, violence, slight angst, fluff, ser cri*t*n c*le

notes: I usually do a reader insert but thought it would make more sense to use a targaryen-esque name - enjoy!

"Push Princess. Just one more."

A whimper escaped her lips. Her body felt like it was on fire. Or dipped in acid. Or both. In that moment, Viserra Targaryen was convinced there was no greater suffering on earth than that of childbirth.

"Push!"

"I'm fucking trying." Viserra seethed through clenched teeth as she pushed with all her might.

"Come on my love." The deep voice of her husband murmured in her ear as he knelt beside her. "Take my hand."

Viserra let out a groan of pain as she pushed once more, her hand clasping around her husband's as she squeezed with all her might.

"Why did you have to get me pregnant you fucking cunt, I swear I'm going to-" Her rant was cut off as she let out another scream of pain as the midwife behind her held open her legs.

"I think one more push will do it princess, I see the head!" The midwife announced from below her.

"Yes darling, tell me how much of a cunt I am come on." A gloved hand caressed her face, drawing her attention away from the midwife between her thighs. Her eyes locked with the deep brown ones of her husband.

"I love you, you stupid cunt- ah!" If he was not so strong she most likely would have pulverised the bones in his hand.

A breathy chuckle escaped Harwin Strong's lips as he squeezed her hand back.

"I am a cunt, a cunt that loves you very much." With that she clenched her eyes shut as she gave one last push.

She let out a moan of relief as the pain subsided, air filling up her lungs once more as the midwives gushed in praise.

"It's ok my love, it is over." Harwin murmured, kissing her damp hair as he held her closely.

"You are so strong, a brave mother." Viserra let out a silent sob as she clung to her husband, letting him pepper her face with kisses and praises as she fell limp in his arms.

"It is a boy, princess."

Viserra finally opened her eyes as crying filled the cavernous room. She was both crying and laughing with joy as she watched the midwife carefully bundle up her son.

Overwhelming love and warmth filled her as her son was placed into her outstretched arms. Almost as if those last few hours of pain had been erased, like she would do it all again now just to hold him like this.

"Healthy?"

"As healthy as one can be, princess." The midwife confirmed.

Viserra let out another sob as she cradled her son to her chest and placed a kiss to his forehead.

"Hi baby." She whispered to him, watching as he squirmed and flailed in her arms.

"Look how beautiful he is." She murmured, finally passing him to Harwin to hold.

"Well no wonder, look at his mother." Harwin smiled softly as he gently took his son in his arms. "I told you I knew it would be another boy."

Viserra felt her heart warm when she saw the tears rolling down her husband's cheeks as he spoke.

"He is perfect." She remarked, her eyes never leaving her son, completely entranced in the new life she and Harwin had just created.

"That he is." Harwin murmured as he carefully handed him back to Viserra.

"Princess." The sound of an unfamiliar voice made Viserra finally tear away her eyes from her son.

She felt a sense of dread course through her at the sight of the nervous handmaiden. She knew that could mean only one thing.

"The Queen has requested the child be brought to her. Immediately."

"Now? For what purpose?" Harwin's voice was demanding as he rose to his feet, a complete shift in his demeanour from only moments ago.

"I-I-" The handmaiden began to flounder, her eyes wide and fearful as she glanced between the commander and the princess.

"-it is fine." Viserra saved the handmaiden from her unpredictable fate.

"I will take him myself."

"You will do no such thing." Harwin snapped as Viserra began to push herself off the mattress. "You must rest."

"Your husband is right princess, you must stay in bed." One of the midwives agreed.

They were right, of course. Viserra wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with her husband and new son. But Queen Alicent Hightower had already ruined that perfect moment by sending her handmaiden in here. Just the mention of her name was poisonous enough to sour everything it touched.

The least Viserra could do now was ensure that she drip fed the Queen her own sweetly crafted poison while she met her grandson.

"Remove the cord and make sure the afterbirth has arrived. Then help me dress. Husband, you hold him."

Harwin eyed his wife for a few moments before nodding as he took his son once more. He knew his wife well enough to know that once she made her mind up, there was no changing it. Best to stand aside and let her run her course.

"It is done princess." One of the midwives announced after a few minutes.

Viserra gritted her teeth and wrapped a hand around one of the bedposts. She ground her teeth in an attempt to extinguish the grunt of pain she let out as she pulled herself off the bed and onto her feet.

"This is ridiculous." Harwin spat, his heart aching as he watched helplessly as his wife winced as the handmaidens cinched her dress around her waist.

"What could possibly be so urgent that she needs to see our son right away."

"I am sure the Queen has her very rationale reasons." Viserra drawled as the handmaidens stepped away from her.

"Let us just get this over with." She huffed as they opened the doors from their chambers.

"Run a bath for the princess for when she returns." Harwin murmured to one of the servants quietly so Viserra did not hear.

"Sister!" The sound of Rhaenyra's voice filled her ears the second they stepped into their main living quarters.

"A healthy boy, I heard." Viserra felt a smile form on her lips at the sight of her sister bounding towards her.

"Oh he is beautiful sister, congratulations." A rare true smile appeared on Rhaenyra's face as she stared down at her nephew.

"Thank you sister."

The smile was quick to fall from Rhaenyra's features when she noticed Harwin's grim features and the way her sister's smile did not meet her eyes.

Her brow narrowed when she watched her brother in law and sister begin to make their way towards the threshold of their quarters.

"What is wrong? Where are you going?"

"The Queen has requested to see him. Immediately." Harwin answered as they stepped into the hallway.

"She what?" Rhaenyra could hardly believe her ears as she walked alongside them.

"I know she did it with Joffrey but I never thought- she has gone too far. I cannot sit by and-"

"- you can and you will sister." Viserra cut her off, breathing deeply as pain rumbled through her.

"We will go and show her the child, let her feel powerful for a few moments. It might do her some good." Their voices were low as they made their way through the hallway. At a very slow pace at that given Viserra's state.

"I am coming with you."

"No." Viserra's voice was firm as she came to a stop to grab her sister's arm. "She will just find some way to villainize you or to get you to say something she can twist."

Rhaenyra's face morphed into one of sadness as she studied her sister.

"Let her torture us for a while." Viserra insisted.

"We can handle it." Harwin spoke, sending his sister in law a nod.

Rhaneyra glanced between them as she tried to reach a decision. She knew what the rationale one was. That her sister was right. As heir it was more strategic to leave it. But as Viserra's older sister, every part of her was screaming at her to march up those stairs and tear Allicent's hair from her scalp.

The look on Harwin's face was what made her decision for her. The look that said if anything happened to his wife, he would literally murder everything in sight. She knew her sister was safe with him.

"Fine." She relented. "But please try not to strain yourself too much sister." A hand reached up to gently brush Viserra's cheek.

"I will do my best." Viserra forced a small on her lips as she leant into her sister's touch.

With that Harwin and Viserra were on their way once more. Viserra let out a whimper as she clung to his arm. They had only made it a few metres when Harwin came to a stop.

"Alright that is it."

"Harwin what-"

"Hold him." Viserra opened her mouth in surprise as he passed their son into her arms.

"Harwin-" She let out a small yelp of surprise as he bent down and wrapped his hands under her back and legs and lifted her off the ground with ease.

She clung to their son as Harwin cradled her in his arms and began to march with a determined pace towards the Queen's chambers.

"Harwin-" She began for the third time.

"I will put you down before we go inside do not fret. We can let her think you scaled those steps on your own. But I am not letting my wife who just gave birth take another step if it can be avoided." He answered her as he passed by gaping onlookers without so much as a glance in their direction.

Her heart warmed at his words. She felt her anger subdue for a few moments as she studied her husband, with that look of loyal determination on his features. The face that she had fallen in love with as a teenager.

She remembered the day that he had taken up a position as a sworn protector of her family. The first time the pair locked eyes across the hall. The first time they spoke when he caught her trying to sneak out of the castle. The first time they unfurled their secrets to one another. The first time she took his hand and led him into her chambers.

While Rhaenyra was having her tryst with Criston Cole, Viserra was having hers with Harwin Strong.

But unlike her sister, Viserra did not have the weight of being their father's heir on her shoulders. Nor was her father as focused on marrying her off to the most politically strategic husband possible.

So when Viserra walked in one afternoon and informed her father that she was in love with Harwin Strong and was to wed him, what else was he to do but agree? He could never say no to his baby daughter, nor did he want to. He could see how in love she was and all he wished was for her to be happy. Besides, the rumours of their tryst and the ruining of her maidenhood had began to spread through the castle. This would quell those rumours.

It made sense politically too, given Harwin Strong was the son of the hand of the king and the heir to Harrenhal. It was the perfect strategic match for a second born daughter. That was how he had explained it to Alicent when she had questioned it anyway. Of course, that only deepened the queen's jealousy and resentment towards the Targaryen sisters.

Harwin came to a stop in front of the Queen's chambers. Viserra brought a hand up to caress his cheek.

"I love you husband."

"As I love you, wife." He answered, pressing a kiss to her palm as he gently placed her down on the ground. He captured her lips in a kiss. The usually frowned upon public display of affection caused the guards stationed at the door to divert their eyes.

"Give her hell." He whispered into her ear as the doors opened.

That she would.

Their son squirmed in her arms as they made their way inside. Neither spared Ser Criston Cole a glance as they passed him. Alicent was standing at the window, her back to them, her gaze fixed over the sea.

Viserra fought the urge to double over in pain as her insides burned. Her body was slick with sweat. Practically dripping from head to toe. Her blonde hair plastered to her face and back.

It was a comfort to her to know that even when she looked like this, Alicent's beauty would still never compare. A small comfort, perhaps a petulant one. But a comfort nonetheless.

"Viserra." Alicent's sickly sweet voice rung out through the cavernous room.

"What are you doing here? You should be resting after your labours." Her concern almost sounded sincere.

"I did not wish to disappoint you, your grace." Viserra answered as Harwin ushered her over to the couch.

"Oh yes, please sit." Alicent nodded, her dress swishing at her ankles as she made her way over to them.

She watched with intense eyes as Harwin guided his wife down to sit on the sofa. His gaze was so full of love and concern it almost made Alicent feel ill. Anger rippled through her as he placed a tender kiss to Viserra's forehead.

Such love, such intimacy. It was something that Alicent would never experience. At least Rhaenyra had to make some small sacrifices in the name of duty as heir. Viserra on the other hand did not even know the meaning.

Being the second born daughter meant the focus had always been off her. That she could run around and do as she pleased with no consequences. Alicent had known of her treacherous affair with the Strong boy, she had even gone to Viserys with the information. Yet nothing was done, she was brushed off once more. And after all that Viserra still got to wed the man that she loved.

"I cannot believe how long it has been since your last son was born. How old is Aemar now?"

"He will be six next month, your grace." Harwin answered her.

"Six." Alicent remarked. "Such a long space in between children."

"It was not for a lack of trying your grace." Viserra answered her as she raised a brow. "Believe me."

Harwin glanced down at his feet to hide his smirk as Alicent's mouth drew into a sharp line.

"Yes well, better late than never I suppose." She cleared her throat as she approached them.

"Let me meet him properly." It was a demand, not a question. Her arms extended expectantly. Viserra bit her tongue as she reluctantly handed the queen the small bundle in her arms.

"He was two weeks early I understand? Like his brother?"

"Ten days early, your grace."

Alicent let out a hum as she examined the child in her arms intently. "Do the maesters think it will impact him the way it has Aemar?"

Viserra could feel the fire beginning to build up inside her.

"I am not sure I understand, your grace." Harwin spoke for her, noting the way his wife's fists had curled up the material of the sofa.

"Well the boy is quite small for his age."

Criston Cole smirked in the corner.

"The maesters have assured us they are both strong and healthy. They do have Targaryen blood after all." Viserra answered, using every ounce of her strength to keep her voice calm.

"Unless you are questioning the quality of Targaryen blood, your grace. Which I am sure was not your intention."

Alicent looked up from the child, her eyes locking with Viserra's.

"Of course not. I suppose it would have to be the integrity of your husband's blood that caused such defects."

Silence fell over the room. It had been such an off handed remark. Said so casually and plainly for how great of an insult the words wielded.

Harwin and Viserra were no fools. They were aware of the Queen's suspicions around the lineage of Rhaenyra's three children. The rumours that they had been fathered by one of the knights in the city watch. They were true, of course. It was plain as day. The three boys had dark brown hair and pale skin. But nothing would extract that confession from Viserra.

It was only logical for Alicent to start questioning the lineage of Viserra's children too. If one sister was capable of adultry, why not the other? It did not help that Aemar had been born small and lean, particular in comparison to his father. But the maesters had assured Harwin and Viserra that he was merely a late bloomer, that he would grow into his build.

As Viserra stared at Alicent, she wondered how she had ever felt sympathy for her. Much less been her friend. She used to follow Rhaenyra and Alicent around wherever they went when she was a child. Hanging onto their every word like it was gospel.

Even after her father had announced his intention to wed Alicent, Viserra had still tried to be friends. She had seen how Otto Hightower had manoeuvred his daughter like a chess piece for his own gain. And she had felt sorry for her as she watched her churn out child after child, trapped in a loveless marriage.

But the moment she had started going after Rhaenyra, all hope was lost. And as the three women grew, Alicent's bitterness towards Rhaenyra spread to Viserra, entangling her up in her web of venom and lies and hatred.

There was no repairing the bond that had been broken.

"What did you say?" Harwin's voice was low, his eyes bright with rage.

He took a step towards her. The sound of Criston Cole's blade being unsheathed rang out behind them.

"Husband, relax." Viserra brought a hand up to grip his forearm.

She turned around in her seat and glared at Criston. "And sheath your blade Ser Criston, there is no need for such theatrics." She resisted the urge to smile at the sight of his glowering stare.

"The Queen did not mean any harm by her words." Her voice was scarily light and calm. She forced a chuckle up her throat and past her lips. Her face was the perfect portrait of calm.

She thought she might tear the Queen's head clean off her shoulders when she noticed Alicent's grip on her son tighten.

"You know that she is often left alone by father, sometimes he forgets to pass on things. Like what the maester's have told him about the health of his grandchildren."

Viserra could feel Harwin relax under her touch as she shot Alicent a smile.

"Right, your grace?"

If looks could kill, Viserra would be shredded into ribbons right now.

"Of course. I meant no offence." Alicent managed to force out, causing Viserra's grin to widen.

Viserra knew she should leave it at that. To not poke the beast. But Alicent's insult had ignited the flame within her. And once that flame was alight, it could not easily be extinguished.

"You know, you must get your boys to come meet their new nephew, your grace. Especially Aegon." Viserra spoke casually as Alicent handed her son back to her.

"Must I?"

"Oh yes. I mean with me as second heir and the birth of our son that would put Aegon now at... seventh in line?" Viserra feigned confusion as she glanced up at Harwin.

Harwin knew the nature of the game instantly.

"Eighth, my love. Counting our little nephew." Harwin responded, a smirk on his lips as he glared at the queen.

"Oh yes eighth of course, I almost forgot to count little Prince Joffrey. My mistake." Viserra chuckled.

"I know Aegon is not so... passionate about ruling as you or your father are, so I am sure that the knowledge he is now eighth in line would be most relieving for him to hear."

Viserra was not sure if she had ever seen Alicent so unhinged. Her bottom lip trembled and her face twitched as she stared at her step-daughter. Usually the perfect face of righteousness and dignity. The ever composed queen. She looked as if she might just step forward and scratch Viserra's eyes out.

"You dare-"

"What happy news this morning!"

Viserra felt her heart warm at the sight of her father making his way through the double doors. Viserys' eyes lit up at the sight of his daughter and his newest grandson.

"It appears your hunch was right Harwin, a healthy boy I have heard."

"Indeed your grace." Harwin smiled as Viserra extended out the bundle of cloth for him to take.

"Let me see my handsome grandson."

Alicent glared as she watched her husband take the child in his arms. He had never even looked that happy when holding their own children.

"Oh he is beautiful. He will make a strong knight I am sure." Viserys beamed as he rocked the babe gently.

"Has my grandson got a name yet?"

"We were thinking Edmyn." Viserra answered when Harwin glanced down at her questioningly.

A grin spread across his lips at the name. It was a traditional House Strong name. One that Viserra knew Harwin had been secretly dying for.

"Edmyn? That is an unusual Valyrian name." Alicent chimed in. Viserra had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"Because it is not one. Aemar has a Valyrian name, I think it only fitting we also pay homage to the Strongs."

"I could not agree more daughter. Edmyn suits him. I am sure your father will be proud of it Harwin."

"Indeed he will your grace."

This time it was Alicent's turn to not roll her eyes.

"You know, I think I can see a bit of his grandmother in him." Viserys remarked, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Viserra could feel tears threatening to pool in her own eyes at the mention of her mother.

Harwin cleared his throat when he noticed his wife's state.

"If it is ok with you, your grace, your daughter has been more braver than I could ever be, I think she deserves to rest."

"Oh of course." Viserys smiled as he glanced down at his daughter. "I know how draining your labours can be."

"Thank you father." Viserra grimaced as Harwin helped her back up onto her feet.

"We are hoping to bare you a granddaughter next." She continued as she studied Alicent. "And we have already picked out the name."

She was more than happy to twist the knife in further.

"Aemma."

This time Alicent could not fight the eye roll at Viserra's words, turning her back as she did so.

A tear rolled down Viserys' cheek as he brought his hand up to caress his daughter's cheek.

"We can only hope the gods may be so kind." Viserys smiled as he embraced her in a tight hug.

"Now go rest with your husband and new child."

Viserra winced as she slipped into the hot tub. She withheld a moan as the warm water surrounded her, melting into her skin and bones.

"I am sorry if I bled on you."

Harwin let out a small chuckle and shook his head as he knelt down beside the tub.

"I have seen the worst that mankind has to offer, the type of violence that no one should see. You really think a little bit of blood is going to offend me?" He mused as he brought a damp cloth up to her forehead.

His gaze softened when she did not reply, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.

"You should not have had to go through that today." He murmured as he tenderly cleaned her.

"No." She conceded. "I should not have."

"You would not have to if we left King's Landing. If we travelled to Harrenhal and lived with my family."

"You know I cannot leave Rhaenyra. Not with these spiders circling her ever tighter. She is surrounded. I am all she has." Harwin withheld a sigh at her words.

They were expected, but disappointing none the less.

"I know."

No more was said as Harwin bathed her and helped her dress. He picked her up and carried her to their bed, placing her gently on the satin sheets.

She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Harwin smiled softly as he watched her sleep, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Viserra stirred but did not wake at the sound of a soft knock on the door. Harwin spared her one last glance before he crept to the door. He was greeted by Rhaenyra Targaryen on the other side.

"Is Viserra asleep?"

"She has had a long day." He answered quietly.

Rhaenyra merely nodded in understanding, her face tight with worry as she glanced over Harwin's shoulder.

"She will tell you all tomorrow, I am sure." He assured the princess.

"Was it bad?"

"Quite. Alicent grows more venomous each day." Harwin answered.

"I thought Viserra would be spared given she is not first heir."

"It appears that her resentment has spread to encompass your sister too, princess." Harwin could not hide the anger in his voice as he spoke. He hated feeling so helpless, like there was nothing he could do to protect his wife.

"You should leave, you do not have to stay here. Both of you and the boys should go to Harrenhal. Be spared from this torture." Rhaenyra whispered, desperation evident in her voice.

"You and I both know that Viserra will never leave you alone here."

Rhaenyra sighed and nodded in agreement. "I wish I had not taught her to be so stubborn."

A sad smile spread across Harwin's lips.

"As do I."

Harwin squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes. He stepped out into the training courtyard. The sound of wooden swords hitting sacks filled with barley filled his ears. The grunts of young boys exerting themselves as they practiced.

He glanced up to see Viserys watching from above. He gave him a nod and a smile in greeting. His eyes scanned the yard, counting four of his nephews. He was quick to spot his son. The smallest of the five children. And the only one skulking about in the corner.

A smile spread across his lips as he watched the way Aemar's eyes brightened at the sight of him. Aemar dropped his sword without a second thought and raced towards him, weaving between the other boys to reach him.

Harwin let out a small chuckle as Aemar smashed into his leg, wrapping his thin limbs around his thigh to cling to him.

"Is it supper time father? Is training over?" His son asked as he peered up at him through his thick head of dark hair.

"Not quite yet. I just came to see how you were getting along."

"Oh." Aemar's smile was quick to fall. He watched as his father crouched down to meet his eyes.

"Maybe I can finish training early today? Could you ask mother?"

"Your mother is sleeping with your brother. She is quite tired."

"Oh no do not disturb her then, mother deserves as much rest as she can have." Aemar's brow knitted together as concern flashed across his features.

Harwin smiled softly as he ran a hand through his son's hair. He had always been so considerate and kind of others. Something that worried Harwin slightly. That kind of compassion was a weakness here.

"How has your training been going?" Harwin's eyes drifted over to Criston to see Criston's gaze already locked onto his.

Aemar glanced down at his feet. "Fine."

A lie.

Harwin could see Criston speaking to Alicent's boys, Rhaenyra's children left to practice on their own. He had a feeling his son was being given the same treatment.

"Go on then, I will watch you train and then we can go get something to eat." Harwin shot his son a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder.

Aemar, never one to disappoint his parents, dutifully nodded before scurrying back to the centre of the yard.

Harwin rose to his full height and paced around the edge of the square. He could feel Criston's eyes on him as he walked but chose to ignore it as he watched the boys begin to spar.

Criston and Harwin were similar, some would say. Both knights, protectors of the royal family. Both had fallen in love with a Targaryen princess. Both had disgraced their sacred vows to bed them.

The difference between Criston and Harwin was that Harwin's infatuation was not one sided. A difference that both were acutely aware of.

Harwin had always found Criston's jealousy quite pathetic. And initially quite humorous. That was until Ser Criston had started taking out his anger on Viserra and Rhaenyra's children.

"Come on Aemar, weapons up." He encouraged when he saw his son hesitantly go to pick up his sword.

His small fingers had nearly reached the hilt when Criston's boot stepped on it, crushing it as he brushed past Aemar to speak to Aegon.

"It seems some of your younger pupils could do with a bit more attention, Ser Criston." Harwin could not control his tongue any longer. If he did not say something, it would be his fists that would talk instead.

"You question my method of instruction?" Criston answered him.

"No, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils."

"With all due respect Ser, I doubt you can have an impartial stance on the matter."

Harwin barked out a humourless laugh as he locked eyes with him. "Humour me."

Criston eyed him for a few moments before an unreadable expression crossed his features.

"Very well. Aemar, you spar with Aegon."

Harwin gritted his teeth as he watched Criston grip his son's armour and yank him into the centre of the field.

"That is hardly a fair match."

Indeed, Aegon was at least twice his son's size and weight and even in age. Aegon, being the spoilt cunt that he was, seemed delighted at the opportunity to crush a weaker opponent.

"When steal is drawn a fair match isn't something anyone should expect."

Harwin glanced up at the viewing balcony at the king and his father. Neither seemed willing to say a word.

"Blades up." Criston continued.

Harwin could see Aemar was shaking, even from where he was standing. His son was not a fighter, at least not yet. He was small and skinny and his temperament was the most gentle he had seen. He may grow into one yet, but Harwin was certain that this type of combat would not help him get there.

Aemar glanced at his father, his eyes pleading as he shakily rose his sword up in front of his chest.

"Engage."

Aegon let out an unhinged scream as he hurtled himself at Aemar. Harwin was too far away to stop him from hitting Aemar across the face and pushing him down. Harwin reached him as Aegon raised his sword to bring it down onto Aemar's chest.

Harwin lunged forward and grabbed the older prince by the scruff of the neck. Aegon let out a scream of frustration, thrashing around against Harwin as he tried to attack his younger nephew.

"Aegon!" The King finally let out a weak reprimand from above.

Harwin simply shoved him away, sending him stumbling into Ser Criston.

Rhaenyra's children ran to crowd around Aemar who was still on his back. They were murmuring comforting and encouraging things to him as Harwin reached them.

"Son, are you all right?" Harwin crouched down, his heart hammering in his chest as he brought his son up to sit.

The wood had drawn blood, a small slice across Aemar's smooth cheek. It was still enough to make Harwin see red.

"I am ok father." Aemar's small voice wavered, his chin wobbling as he tried to keep a brave face.

"I am confused Ser Harwin. You wish for me to treat your son equally and yet intervene within mere seconds."

Harwin's jaw clenched at the sound of Criston's mocking voice behind him. Harwin rose to his full height, his fists bunched at his sides as he turned to glare at Cole.

"The prince could have been seriously hurt. That match up was not safe."

Criston let out a small chuckle as Harwin turned around once more to pay attention to his son. He needed to quell his anger before he could no longer contain it and did something regrettable.

"I am sorry you feel that match was not fair, Strong." Cole spoke as he eyed Harwin.

"But I am afraid due to your son's.... stature... none of his nephew's would be a fair match." Harwin glanced down at his son who's head hung in shame at Ser Criston's words.

He could hear Aegon and Aemond sniggering behind him.

"Perhaps I could ask one of the handmaiden's to volunteer. Or your new son. They are probably equal in strength."

The snap of broken bone hung in the air.

Criston stumbled back as blood began to leak from his nose. Harwin let out an animalistic growl as he knocked him to his feet and launched himself on top of him. He landed punch after punch, screaming as he let out his rage.

"Say it again! Speak that way about my son again!" He shouted as arms wrapped around him and forced him off the knight.

Criston's body was limp, his head lolling back as blood poured from his nose.

"You talk about him like that again and I will fucking kill you, do you hear me!" He bellowed as other knights dragged him away.

Viserys and Lionel watched from above, their faces grim as they watched the scene unfold.

"So much for that pleasant afternoon." Viserys sighed.

"I heard it took four knights to pull you off him."

Harwin winced as Viserra pressed an ointment into his blistering knuckles.

"I was a bit too preoccupied to count."

Amusement flashed across her features as she rubbed the ointment in gently.

"I wish I was there to witness it, would have got me all hot and bothered."

Harwin shook his head, trying to fight the smile on his face as he glanced up at his wife.

"What? It taking four knights pulling me off him, or watching Ser Criston being beat into a pulp."

"Can a woman not find both equally arousing?" She teased him as she placed the ointment on the table beside the bed.

She withheld a sigh when she watched the smile seep from his face. His eyes glazing over as he thought about today's events. She leant forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

"You did nothing wrong, my love." She mumbled against his lips as she pressed their foreheads together. "

Cole should not have dared insult a prince like that. All the boys heard him say it, he has no way to talk himself out of it. He will be punished. I will see to it that you are not. You were just protecting your son." Viserra's voice was thick with emotion as she spoke, anger furling up inside her at the memory of her husband relaying the words that Cole had said to their son.

She could not think about it for to long. Or think about the small cut on Aemar's cheek that she touched when she kissed him goodnight. It made her sick with rage. Angry enough to burn the entire castle to the ground.

"I still should not have lost my temper. Not in front of Aemar. It sets a bad example." He mumbled as he glanced down at his bruised knuckles.

"It might have frightened him."

Viserra's gaze softened at her husband's words. She ran a hand through his thick hair before using her index finger to tilt his chin up and force him to meet her eyes.

"Aemar adores you. He could never be frightened of you. He knows that you would only act like that if our family was in danger."

Harwin smiled as Viserra leant forward to kiss her husband's forehead.

"I do not know what I would do without you." He mumbled against her skin as he embraced her in a tight hug and buried his head into her chest.

"Nor I you." She whispered to him as she let him cling to her, engulfing her frame as she wrapped her arms around him.

It was in that moment that Viserra's mind wandered back to the conversation they had yesterday when she was taking her bath. About leaving King's Landing. And for the first time, she felt herself seriously considering it.

A knock at the door made both of them pull apart. They exchanged glances before turning their attention to the entrance.

"Enter." Viserra called.

"Rhaenyra." Her sister's name slipped through her lips at the sight of her.

"Sister, Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra inclined her head as they both rose to their feet to greet her.

"What brings you here at such a late hour?" Viserra's brow knitted together as she studied her sister.

"I came to tell you." Rhaenyra swallowed as her eyes darted between them.

"My family and I are leaving. Tomorrow."

Viserra's lips parted in surprise, her eyes darting to Harwin before turning back to her sister.

"To Dragonstone?"

"I should have left years ago." Rhaenyra nodded.

"But what of your position. If that bloodsucking queen has father all to herself-"

"-I have been made a spectacle of sister." Rhaenyra snapped, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "They whisper about me in the corridors. I wish to leave them to it."

Rhaenyra sniffled as she held back her tears, her eyes moving from her sister to Harwin who was studying her warily.

"After the events of yesterday and today, I cannot stay here any longer. You and your family have been tarred with the same brush. I cannot let you be tried and punished for the crimes Alicent believes me to have committed."

"Sister." Viserra breathed out as she stepped forward to take her sister's hands in her own.

"I beg of you, do not do this for my benefit. We are on your side, in your corner. We can batter this storm."

Rhaenyra shook her head and squeezed her sister's hands tightly. "I know sister, I know. But this is a storm that we should flee from." She locked eyes with Harwin's once more.

"And I am not doing this for my benefit, I am doing it for both of our families."

Harwin came to stand beside Viserra as she released her sister's hands, confusion contorting on her features.

"Come with us." Rhaenyra continued as she glanced between the couple.

"We can be a family. Our boys can do as they like, play and train without us having to fear what Criston Cole might do to them."

Viserra dragged her eyes from Rhaenyra up to Harwin's. He was already staring down at her, his face muscles taught. In that moment, it was just the two of them together as they studied eachother.

"Your father-"

"My father does not matter." Harwin cut her off. "Our family is what matters. You know I have always championed us to leave this place."

"I cannot ask you to do this." She whispered, her voice wavering as she spoke.

"I go wherever you go. I would follow you to the end of the earth my love." He murmured back, squeezing her hand tightly.

"It would be nice to give birth and stay in bed for longer than thirty seconds." She murmured after a few moments. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded in agreement.

"Indeed."

For once Rhaenyra was unable to hold back her tears as she watched her baby sister and her husband.

"To Dragonstone then?"

The couple turned to her at her words. "To Dragonstone." Harwin agreed, squeezing his wife's hand once more.

"Maybe you can beat up Cole once more before we go. Just so Viserra and I can have a fond memory of this place to look back on."

A grin spread across Harwin's lips as Viserra chuckled beside him.

"That can be arranged."

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♡ GOOD NEWS — JASON TODD

jason x gn!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, alcohol consumption, mentions of the words ‘puke, barf’, drunk jason, established relationship au, fluff

“poor thing. imagine having to deal with your own boyfriend trying to flirt with you?”

dick snickered, turning away as you looked at him with a subtle glare before training your eyes on gar, who was laughing away with no care.

“y/n is probably getting flashbacks to the day they first met,” the younger male spoke, only laughing harder when you slapped his arm. “what?!”

“wait, what?” rachel raised her brow in question. “what happened when they first met?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, gesturing towards the male who sat in front of you, doing his best at looking at you with a ‘sexy’ gaze. “pretty much this. this idiot was drunk, and he tried flirting with me–” you were cut off by an overly excited gar, unable to keep the rest of it to himself.

“–before he puked all over her. it was quite the sight,” he continued, laughing. “not the prettiest sight, but an entertaining one, for sure.”

rachel looked confused, staring at your boyfriend before looking back at you. “you agreed to date him after that?” she checked, unsure if he was missing something. “even after he barfed on you? damn, i could never.”

“i didn’t think i could either, but what can i say? it’s the jason todd effect.”

the drunken male in front of you perked up at the mention of his name, the corners of his lips tilting upwards as he looked at you. “yep, jason todd, that’s my name! don’t overuse it.” he clicked his tongue, causing you to heave a hopeless sigh.

“please, stop. i’m losing my last brain cell as we speak.”

“it doesn’t matter what you lose, because at the end of the day, i’m yours — so who’s the winner here?”

your mouth fell open at your boyfriend’s words, turning to his friends, wondering which of them taught him to speak like that. but seeing their shocked expressions, especially dick's, you realized it was really your jason trying to hit you up to the best of his abilities.

“so …” jason dragged, resting his face on his hands as he looked at you. “does this mean i can take you out on a date?” he asked, cracking a shy smile, which made your insides melt a little.

“well, i got good news and bad news for you.”

the brunet blinked slowly, trying to register your words before a small frown came on his face as he nodded. “what’s the bad news?” he looked worried for you, making your heart swell at his unintended cuteness.

“well, the bad news is that i have a boyfriend,” you answered, getting snickers from the others as they witnessed how you expertly handled your drunken boyfriend.

jason’s brows furrowed as he frowned even more. “then what’s the good news?” he inquired, observing you intently as you reached out with your hands.

“the good news is …” you smiled to yourself, softly pinching his flushed cheeks as you responded. “… you are my boyfriend, idiot.” jason tilted his head in confusion before a drunken smile adorned his face.

“well, what a pleasant surprise. that’s certainly some good news.”

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Cigarettes to Lovers

Five times you got after Jason for smoking.

Jason Todd x gn Reader

I. In the Garden

You wrinkle your nose at the smell drifting past you. A thick, smoky smell, making your throat scratch and your eyes watery. Glancing to your left, you catch sight of the culprit: tall, large build, leaning against a stone wall, watching Damian train in the yard. He’s wearing loose-fitting jeans and a sweatshirt, despite the weather, effectively hiding the sculptured frame you know is underneath. You watch him a little while longer, noticing that even though his body language is relaxed, his eyes are set intently on Damian, following the boy’s every move as he works with his katana. Then he takes another drag of the cigarette in his right hand, and as he blows out the smoke, it drifts right past you. You snap your book shut and getting up from your comfortable patio chair, march over to Jason. Before you get too close to him, you slow your pace and compose yourself, so that by the time you catch his attention you’re languidly walking towards him. You come to a halt in front of him and he gives you a quick look before directing his gaze back to Damian.

“Can I help you?” He asks dully.

You let out a short, indignant laugh before taking the cigarette right out from the corner of his mouth and stamping it on the ground.

“You just did,” you reply sweetly.

His attention is back on you in an instant, glaring at you. Before he can say or do anything, you turn around and walk back to your chair. He watches you walk away, a slight look of respect on his face. But by the time you’re settled back into your previous reading position and look over at him, he’s focused on Damian again. You watch as he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket and lights it. Huffing, you take up your things and stomp your way back inside. Jason spares a glance at the house when he hears the screen door close not so gently behind you. He smirks, turning back to the Robin.

“You’re getting sloppy in this heat.”

Damian lets out a frustrated yell, hacks his sword at a nearby bush, straightens back up again, and continues his drill.

II. In the Kitchen

You sluggishly make your way to the kitchen, in search of anything to snack on. Upon entering, you try to pretend you don’t notice Jason slouched at the table, looking at his phone. You scrounge around in a few different cupboards until a familiar smell reaches your nose. Frowning, you slowly spin on your toes to face Jason. Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, you stare at him until he finally looks up at you.

“What?” He impatiently asks.

“Smoking is bad enough, but smoking indoors? That’s just rude.”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to staring at his phone.

“Especially in a room we all like to hang out in,” you finish. He doesn’t respond but keeps ignoring you. Setting your jaw, you angrily grab the box of Cheez-Its you found and walk around the table until you’re standing over him. He makes no reaction, much to your annoyance. So once again, you find yourself plucking the cigarette away from him, this time out of his hand that’s rested on the table. He’s not as shocked this time, only reacting with a heavy sigh.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

You roll your eyes, making your way out of the kitchen.

“Because I know you can take it,” you call after him.

He can’t help but smile to himself.

III. In the Garage

The sounds of grunting as you walk past the garage door distract you from your original task, instead luring you into the garage. Jason is bent over the front of one of the many cars in the large room. His arm is hidden deep inside the workings and his face is strained, as he obviously struggles with something. You stroll over and sit on a stool beside him.

“Having fun?”

He doesn’t say anything, but gives you a look that says, “guess.”

You laugh a little and move to rest your elbows on your knees and your head on your hands, contentedly watching him work.

Eventually, he stands up straight, supposedly giving up for the moment. Walking over to a workbench, he wipes his hands on a dirty rag and takes a cigarette from a pack on the table. You must’ve made a sound because he looks at you and comments on your disapproving face.

“You’re not gonna take this one away from me, are you?”

You sigh. “Nah.” He looks surprised. “Cars suck, you probably deserve it.”

Jason chuckles and then, to your surprise, takes out another cigarette and offers it to you.

You laugh. “I’m good, but thanks.”

He shrugs, lighting his own. “I’ll corrupt you one of these days.”

You laugh kind of awkwardly and feel your cheeks darken. “I think you underestimate how much of a rule follower I am.”

He smiles slyly. “Still, wouldn’t mind testing those limits. Could be kind of fun.”

Now you’re really blushing. Your mind is telling you you need to find a way out of this conversation before it goes further. But you don’t necessarily mind where it’s going, either. You jump off your stool and walk over to him. Laying a hand on his bicep, you cock your head slightly.

“Could be,” you say, playfully.

You leave the cigarette in his hand, but make sure to grab the whole pack off the table as you walk past.

IV. At a Gala

Jason wasn’t thrilled to be here, to say the least. All these upper-class, overly privileged people in one room made him nauseous with the amount of eye-rolling he’d been doing. He supposed he had to admit to himself that technically speaking, now he too was an upper-class, overly privileged person. His face contorted in distaste at the thought. Anyways, it made him way too anxious to be around all these people and he was really starting to regret letting Bruce talk him into coming. But he managed to sneak away for a moment, on a yet undiscovered-by-lovers balcony. Leaning against the railing, Jason blows smoke into the cold, Gotham night air. If you could ignore the voices and clinking of champagne glasses coming from inside, it was relatively peaceful out here. Until that is, when he heard quiet footsteps coming up behind him.

“I’m outside this time.” He says over his shoulder.

Scoffing, you give up your attempt to sneak up on him and walk to his side to take up the railing next to him. You look up at him with an irritation-ridden face. He can tell right away that neither of you is having the lovely evening that was promised to you.

“I’m not in the mood, Y/n,” he says, taking another draw.

“Neither am I,” you respond, reaching up to take the offending object from his mouth. He quickly grabs your hand, gripping it firmly.

“I swear to god, Y/n, if you try to take this cigarette away from me I’ll- ” he stops.

“You’ll what?” You ask, interested in whatever threat he comes up with. Then you notice his eyes change. They’re still hard but in a different way. Less angry, more… lustful. His voice changes too, from short-tempered to flirty and raspy.

“Wouldn’t you rather have me show you?”

V. In the Bedroom

Sheets pile around your hips and your thighs as you straddle Jason. He’s propped against the headrest of your bed, his hair beautifully mussed. You’re entertaining yourself by tracing the lines of the scars and muscles on his torso. He’s entertaining himself by watching you. Both of you are simply content in each other’s hold.

A soft smile adorning your face is quickly replaced by a frown when Jason reaches for a pack of cigarettes he has tucked away behind the lamp and some books on your nightstand. You can’t believe him.

You continue openly frowning at him as he lights it. He’s either ignoring you or just oblivious because he doesn’t seem to care about the fact that your hands are now folded across your chest.

“Really?” You ask. His eyes look up at you, he pulls the cigarette away from his mouth, and gives you his own look of “what?.”

You sigh and take the stick out of his fingers. He groans and drops his head back against the headrest. You stop for a moment, considering your actions, and then pluck the lighter from his other hand. As you light the cigarette in your mouth, he smirks at you, absolute satisfaction painting his face.

“I told you I could corrupt you.”

“Don’t get too excited.” You take one puff then reach to put it out on the base of your lamp. You don’t want to ruin your beautiful wooden nightstand.

“Ah-ah,” he tuts, taking it away from you before you can put it out, and puts it back in his own mouth.

“Jason,” you plead, “we’re in my house now. And I don’t want it smelling like smoke. Listen, if you have to, just go outside.”

He looks at you, feeling slightly guilty.

“But then I’d have to leave you in this bed.”

“Well, thats just a choice you’re gonna have to make.”

He exhales. You’re resolved but slightly disappointed, waiting for him to move out from under you and leave. But he doesn’t.

“Damn.”

He twists around, reaching to put out the cigarette in the trash can on your floor. Once he’s sitting upright again, his hands go to your hips, slowly pulling you closer.

You wait for him to say something more, but he doesn’t, so you smile at him. He returns your smile, before flipping you over on your back, covering up your giggling with kisses.

[yourlocalcringydaydreamer]

hellooo can i request a busy reader with clingy jason todd?

24 Hours

Jason Todd x gn reader

Jason just wants to hold you but you’re both too busy.

No warnings just fluff

Morning

“Just a little longer.”

You feel the vibrations of your boyfriend’s muffled words all along your back. Jason is pressed up tightly against you, face tucked into that sweet crook between neck and shoulder. You’re just as tired and touch starved as he is, and would happily stay in bed for a few hours more if you could. But as the saying goes, “places to be, people see.” You knew if he could see the pout on your face, he’d think he’d won and never let you leave.

“I wish, but I have to go to work.”

“Just tell them you can’t make it.” He hooks a leg around yours for good measure.

“This isn’t a romcom Jay, I can’t blow off work to cuddle with you. My coworkers would hate me.”

“Well, duh, that’s why you lie,” he scoffs. “Tell them you’re sick.”

Even though your stomach is getting that lovely queasy feeling it gets when Jason is a sweetheart to you, you force yourself to say, “No, sorry, not gonna happen,” and pry yourself out of his grip before the feeling spreads, numbing your whole body.

He lets out a frustrated sigh and rolls over on his back, watching you as you dress.

“How many mornings do we get, just to ourselves? Where you don’t have to work and I’m not either doing something for the outlaws, or dead tired from doing something for the outlaws?” He asks.

You pause your hurry to find the right clothes and face him, leaning against your dresser.

“I know. I’m sorry,” you say. “Maybe we just need to become those type of people who wake up at four in the morning for fun. That’d give us more time.”

Jason groans, rolling away from you until his face is pressed into the pillow.

Afternoon

Cracking his knuckles, then his neck, Jason stands up after being crouched for what feels like hours. This definitely can’t be good for his back. The private meeting he’s been watching and listening in on in the building across from where he’s perched has finally ended. He checks the time. Still a few hours before he has to meet up with the gang to discuss intel.

Using the fire escape, he leaps down the tall building. He remembers you got off early today and decides going home to you is what he’ll do with his free time.

Upon entering your home, the first thing he notices is that your bag is missing. Sighing, he dejectedly takes off his helmet. He already knows you aren’t going to answer when he calls, “Y/n?” As expected, only silence. Maybe you’re just out for a bit and will come back if you know he’s home. He grabs his phone and calls you. He feels like he’s getting more tired as it continues to ring. Your voicemail answers. He hangs up. He perks up a little at the sight of an incoming text from you.

Sorry I’m in a meeting. It’s why I got off early. I thought I told you, maybe I forgot

He’s pretty sure you forgot. Not feeling like sitting by himself on your couch for two hours, he grabs his helmet and keys again, and leaves the apartment. The door slams shut behind him.

Early Morning

There’s a light on for him as he quietly enters the apartment. There’s always a light on. He’s told you he doesn’t need it, but you insist that it doesn’t bother you. He looks at the clock on the wall, just barely visible in the soft lamp light; 4:00. He smiles, thinking back on what you said this morning. Or yesterday morning, he realizes. It’s been almost a whole 24 hours since he last saw you. Now, he gently pushes your bedroom door open to see you curled up in his side of the bed. Once he’s changed out of his Red Hood gear - thankfully no wounds to address tonight - he crawls in beside you. Instead of pushing you over or just getting into the other side - your usual side - he pulls you to be on top of him. You wake up briefly, just long enough to say, “Jason” in a sleepily, almost longing way that makes Jason melt under you.

“I’m home, baby.”

You kiss his shoulder, where your head is rested, and fall back asleep. He had to wait almost a full day for this, but you’re worth it, he decides.

[yourlocalcringydaydreamer]

Halloween with jason todd but its reader and jason scaring kids into giving candy their candy to them

I didn’t expect this to be so long but it was just too fun to write. I love Halloween specials on sitcoms. Hope you like! ❤️

Discowing-Halloween

Jason Todd x female reader

No warnings

“Whoa cool Red Hood costume! Can I take a picture?”

“What? No. I’m scary.”

“Not scary. Just cool.”

“Just take your snickers and go, punk.”

“Jason,” he turns to face your judging eyes after throwing a candy in the kid’s bucket and slamming the door on them. “You can’t talk to kids like that.”

“It’s Halloween, you’re supposed to be mean to kids on Halloween.”

“Not like that.”

“Whatever. Why wasn’t that little twerp scared of me? I’m literally Red Hood.”

You try to grab a packet of m&m’s out of the bowl he’s holding but he snatches it away from you. “I guess you underestimate your popularity.” You go on your tip-toes to peck a kiss on his helmet where his mouth would be, and while he’s distracted, you take your m&m’s.

“Cute, you little snitch.”

You give him a flirtatious smirk when the doorbell rings.

“Trick or-”

“Give me all your candy or I’ll use your bones to stir my witchy soup!” You let out a shrill peal of laughter opening the door to a group of elementary age children, who promptly shriek and run away, their parents giving you dirty looks before chasing after them.

“Well they won’t be coming back next year,” Jason mutters behind you.

After picking up the candy they’d dropped to refill your depleted bucket, you spin to face him, and give a victorious smile.

“Point for me.”

“Oh come on, you only got away with that dumb trick ‘cause they were practically toddlers.”

“Doesn’t matter, still point for me. Don’t be a sore loser, Jaybaby.”

“You can’t tell, but I’m rolling my eyes under this helmet.”

“And sticking you’re tongue out too, no doubt.”

Jason steps closer to you, squaring you up. You stand up a bit taller to match him.

“All right, princess, it’s on.”

“Bring it, baby.”

15 minutes later

You let out a shriek of laughter and quickly cover your mouth in horror. “Where did you get that?!”

“Stole it from Dick so we wouldn’t have to bear seeing him wear it this year.”

Jason walks out of your shared bedroom wearing a very ill fitting Discowing suit.

“So we have to bear seeing you wear it now, instead?”

“My eyes are up here, doll.”

You trail your eyes up from the very low v-neck to the triumphant grin on his face.

“Well, you’ll definitely scare children, that’s for sure. And probably their parents too.”

“That’s the goal.”

A polite ding dong rang through the room, alerting you to more trick-or-treaters.

“Holy disco, Batman! More trick-or-treaters!”

Jason runs to the door and you follow behind him laughing.

“Eugh! What is that?” A girl and a boy, about age 10, look at him utmost disgust.

“And I count that as being sufficiently scared.” Jason gives a nice handful to each kid before sending them on their way.

Click

He spins to see you holding up your phone for a picture.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna scare a lot of people with this picture.”

He glares at you.

“Now that we’re even will you please take it off?”

“Fine. This thing is tight as hell anyway.”

…

“You are by far the scariest thing I’ve seen all night.” A small boy dressed as Batman and wearing a very straight face looks at Jason.

“Nice costume twerp, but I’m pretty sure Batman doesn’t carry a Katana.”

“My Batman does.”

Jason quirks an eyebrow. “I’ll be interested in seeing that someday.”

“Damian! What are you doing here?” You show up behind Jason, throwing candy in Damian’s empty pumpkin-shaped bucket and usher him in from the cold.

“Father informed me it was a sort of right of passage for American children to partake in this ridiculous tradition.” He looks hopefully at you, “any twizzlers?”

“Let me check.” You rummage through your bucket of candy.

“You didn’t have to come here.”

“Don’t be rude Jason,” you say as you dump four twizzlers into Damian’s bucket, smiling when his eyes glow.

“I didn’t want to, but it was Dick who brought me here.”

“Dick?” Jason says, alarmed. “Where is he?”

“Sneaking through your window, while I distract you.”

“That fuc-” he stops mid sentence when you give him a glare, then runs to the bedroom.

Standing in the doorway is Dick, dressed as Superman, holding up the Discowing suit, and looking very offended.

“I knew you stole it from me!”

“I did you a favor, trust me.”

“It looks stretched. What did you do to it? Did you wear it?!”

“It’ll shrink back down to kid size soon enough.”

“It’s not kid size!”

“Boys!” You interrupt. “Dick, Jason really did do you a favor by stealing that thing.” He gives you a confused and offended look. “Now please go and hide it better so I don’t ever have to see him wear it again.”

…

It’s the end of the night, the trick-or-treaters have slowly fizzled away, and now you and Jason are tucked into each other watching Halloween movies. But one last doorbell rings through the house.

“I’ll get it,” Jason offers, peeling you off of him and going to the door.

“Trick or treat!”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

A little girl holds out her bucket for candy. She’s wearing a homemade Discowing suit crafted out of a blue dress, felt, and lots of glitter and ribbon. She even bedazzled her little domino mask.

Jason sighs.

“You look great.” He tips all the rest of the candy into her bucket and she runs off shrieking in delight. Jason closes and locks the door and turns off the porch light, before going back to cuddle with you.

[pixelgirlsworld]

Mrs. Bennett (Jason Todd x Reader)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader! Fluff, nice old english lady, not proofread LOL (prepare for errors), connects to Luthor’s Soldier -> HERE

WC: 500, Drabble

“Oh darling! You are back, how wonderful, I was beginning to think you had grown sick of me!” An old woman hollered as we entered.

“Jay, is that-“

“Mrs. Bennett! You know I’d never get sick of my favorite coffee lady!” Jason cheered, letting go of your hand to hug the old lady that came out from behind the counter.

“Oh, you must be (Y/N), back from your trip so soon! Jason here had me thinking you were never going to come back!” She said, delicately reaching for my hand and squeezing it.

“Oh, gosh, Mrs. Bennett, I, um, didn’t know you were British! And wow, you already know so much about me.” You said, the last part through your teeth as you side-eyed Jason.

He had told you he wanted to take you to a coffee shop that morning, with the both of you having the day off, it seemed perfect. You didn’t know he would be taking you to meet Mrs. Bennett, a nice old lady that Jason said he talked to a lot while you were put under the gas during your days as Lex Luthor’s soldier. Mrs. Bennett owned the coffee shop that opened in the nicer corner of Gotham, Jason said her and her granddaughter often ran it together, but she had to hire more workers since the coffee shop made its way to the paper. (Courtesy of Red Hood calling in a few favors.)

She sat down with the two of you, asking her granddaughter to bring over a plate of pastries from display case. Jason moved to pull out his wallet but she put her hand on his arm.

“You really think I’m going to have you pay after how much you’ve been here? On the house today, darling. Oh, (Y/N), you must try my coffee, it was everyone’s favorite back in London, I’ll be right back!” Mrs. Bennett said, pushing the plate over to you and Jason.

“Wow, um, she’s uh…”

“Fast?” He finished.

“Yeah,” You laughed. “She’s very lively at 65 years old.”

“Now you know how I was able to have so many conversations with her.” Jason explained.

“I’m glad, Jay.” You mused, looking up at him lovingly.

He pulled you in for a quick hug, laying a gentle kiss on your forehead, squeezing you like a teddy bear.

“You kids are just adorable, I love it! (Y/N), you must tell me all about your trip.” Mrs. Bennett said, sliding a warm cup of coffee in front of you, latte art in the shape of a rose sitting on top of it.

You were in awe of it.

“How about, I tell you all about my trip, and you teach me how to do latte art like this.” You said, smiling brightly at the old woman.

“Oh for sure darling, for sure! Maybe if you do well, you can work here with little old me and my granddaughter!” She said, making you contemplate her offer.

[pixelgirlsworld]

Trying To Be Red Hood For Halloween (Jason Todd x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN! Reader! Fluff, slightly suggestive

Halloween Drabble, WC: 195

“That’s a ridiculous fucking costume.”

You turned to face Jason, he was leaning against the doorframe, staring at you as you twirled around in the mirror. You were wearing some cheap patterned suit and a leather jacket that was way too big for you. It was like you purposely butchered Red Hood’s look.

“You don’t like it?” You asked, looking at him through your cheap, saggy, red mask.

“I’m flattered you want to be me but this really isn’t selling it.”

“You’re an asshat.”

“Wow. I’m swooning.”

You told him to shut up as you pulled your mask off and pulled him over to you for a kiss. He couldn’t deny you, melting in your touch. He pushed the leather jacket off your shoulders as he deepened the kiss, hands moving up to cup your face.

“You know,” he said between kisses, “You look a lot more like Spider-Man than me.”

“Yeah, I think it’s supposed to be a cheap Spider-Man costume.”

Jason parted from you and gasped dramatically, hand over his heart as he turned and walked out of the room.

“Wait, Jason! I thought it looked kinda good!”

“It doesn’t!”

“Asshat.”

“Heard that.”

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Mr. Todd | Jason Todd

✦ pairing — DILF!Jason Todd x AFAB!gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 3.4k

✦ request(s) — can i please request possessive jason smut? & could i get something like breeding kink with dilf!jason todd???

✦ warnings — nsfw, there's talk about kids, small age gap (there's no mention of an specific amount of years), possessive!Jason, reader is called pretty by Jason, unprotected sex (please don't do this), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, reader is on the pill, tiny bit of fluff.

✦ MINORS DNI

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“Thought you’d be out with your friends.”

You craned your neck upon hearing your neighbor’s comment, keys still in your hand. His blue eyes bore into yours, waiting for an answer. Mr. Todd had never talked to you like that, not even joking, which he tried to do from time to time.

“It’s Friday,” you reminded him. “I had work today.”

“Didn’t stop you last week, did it?”

“Am I in trouble or something?” you sarcastically asked.

He was a dad, you understood the instinct to know where people younger than him had been, but you were nowhere near his daughter’s age nor that younger than him in the first place.

“Just looking out for you.”

Turning around, you put your keys back into your pocket and stepped closer to him. He lived across from you, a door to the left. Jason’s eyes didn’t leave yours, not even as you got closer and he had to adjust.

“I know I’m your daughter’s babysitter, but I can assure you I know how to behave in front of a child.”

He shook his head, dismissing your comment. “I wouldn’t have chosen you if I thought you would be harmful to my daughter.”

“I’m lost then, Mr. Todd.”

“It’s Jason,” he reminded you, “I’ve told you before.”

You felt weird calling him by his first name, but you indulged him. “Jason.” You made a pause, tasting his name on your tongue; you didn’t hate it. “Is there a reason why you’re keeping tabs on what I do with my free time? Should I be worried?”

He had been known to be paranoid when it came to his daughter, the security of the building itself, and even who dropped the little girl by when she was back from visiting her mom or her maternal family in general. It worried you that either the woman or Mr. Todd himself was involved in something shady. Weirder things had happened in the building where a man had been beheaded in the fourth floor’s hallway, but still.

“Why don’t you come in?” he asked, tilting his head in direction of his door.

You nodded, hoping he would feel more comfortable talking about it once inside. He had been clear about privacy and secrecy being key for his daughter’s safety; you didn’t ask why. Nobody in the building had anything negative to say about him or his daughter so you trusted him from the moment they both introduced themselves and welcomed you to the building.

He let you in first. You were familiar with the apartment, having stayed until sunrise with the little girl while Jason took care of work stuff a few times. The brown leather couch was particularly comfy.

Instead of inviting you to sit on said comfy couch, he led you to the kitchen where he offered you something to drink. The kitchen was a little different from yours, you had actually been a little more uncomfortable cooking there than in yours, but it was mostly because you had been cooking for a very harsh food critic in the shape of an adorable girl who happened to be a picky eater.

Babysitting wasn’t your only source of income, but it was your favorite, and Jason’s daughter was the loveliest kid you had ever met.

Jason turned the coffee maker on, then turned to face you. “That guy from last week… isn’t he a little too young for you?”

“Only a couple of years,” you admitted, “he has a baby face.” You hadn’t known he was aware you had brought somebody home. “I’ve known him for a while, he’s my best friend’s br—” Stopping yourself from giving him too much information, you said, “Anyway, I can assure you he got nowhere near the princess. He wasn’t even there when she arrived.”

In two strides, Jason got into your personal space. You had to look up to face him as he said, “I know. But he got very close to you, didn’t he?”

You blinked.

“Didn’t he?” he repeated himself, lifting both eyebrows.

Nodding, you attempted to speak, to explain that his daughter hadn’t been exposed to any kind of sexual gesture, innuendo, or fluid for that matter, but words got caught in your throat as Jason set his jaw.

He didn’t move off you, not quite pressing himself to you but not letting you room to move as he trapped you between the counter behind you and his warm body.

Leaning in, he asked, “Did you have a good time?”

“I, uhm, yeah,” you answered in a small voice.

He brought a hand up and caressed your cheek with his knuckles. He hummed, eyes tracing your face. “Can’t say I expected another answer.” His knuckles brushed your jaw before he gripped your face. “Look at me.”

You did, breathing unevenly as you tried to come up with a retort. He expected you to tell him about your one-night stand with your best friend’s brother? That didn’t make sense. “I don’t understand why that’s important,” you breathed out.

He let out a deep chuckle. “Ah, come on. You’re not dumb.”

“I’m not, but I might sound delusional if I voice my assumptions.”

With a hum, he gestured for you to voice said assumptions.

“Aren’t I a little too young for you?”

Huffing a laugh, Jason cupped your face in both hands. He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “Such a clever pretty thing.”

You gazed at him through your lashes. He smiled, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes were so fucking pretty, so blue and deep. You wanted to be strong and remind him this was wrong, that you were his daughter’s babysitter and the girl actually liked you, but your resolve wasn’t strong, not when you probably wanted him more than he wanted you.

His nose brushed yours and you decided that was it. You would make an effort to ignore whatever this was after tasting his lips — maybe that way you would both get each other out of your systems.

“You can tell me no. You know that, right?”

“Yes.”

“We can stop any time.”

You didn’t think he would take it that seriously when you mentioned your age difference. It had been a teasing comment, some kind of attempt to get the upper hand even though you never would because you never did with him — you had always found him attractive, your knees had often wobbled in his presence; you had learned to live with it.

Jason pressed his lips to yours when you shook your head, hands still grasping your face. He backed you into the counter, pressing his body to yours as he kissed you harder, dragging his hands down your body as his lips melted against yours. In reflex, your arms latched around his neck while his strong hands landed on your plush waist.

The coffee maker made a sound, one both of you ignored as Jason pushed his tongue past your lips. You were spellbound, unwilling to put any sort of resistance to his tongue, or his hands, or anything he could potentially have in store for you.

His hand drew circles into your hip, pulling you flush against his hard body. Your knees buckled, thighs reflexively pressing together as arousal pulsed between your legs.

You held him by the shoulders, keeping yourself upright as Jason worked your mouth, right hand firm on your waist as his other one dropped to your ass.

Your jeans almost burned you, getting in the way of your skin and his touch. The hand at your waist trailed down, playing with the hem of your sweater as you reluctantly pulled your mouth from his to catch your breath.

Immediately, you regretted it, and this time you initiated the kiss. Jason kissed you back, using both hands to lift your sweater so he could touch your bare skin. His touch ignited goosebumps along your sides, making your breath hitch and forcing you to break the kiss with a sigh.

He looked at you, tugging at your sweater as he caught his breath. Nodding, you gave him permission to take it off.

He placed the discarded sweater onto the countertop behind you, hands flying back to your body. His fingers ghosted your chest as his eyes fixed on it too, he then looked up at you as though asking permission to touch you.

“Please.” It sounded needier than you intended, but he seemed to like it.

It was like he had been holding back, like he had thought you would regret this pretty quickly. His touch was heavy, hands strongly cupping your breasts as his lips shamelessly latched to your neck.

“Wanna fuck you properly,” he muttered against you.

His teeth grazed your skin as you hummed, grabbing you by the waist while pulling you away from the kitchen and guiding you into his bedroom.

It was the only room you hadn't seen and he didn't let you get a good look. Not that you minded. The dark sheets and soft lighting set the mood and although you knew he hadn't prepared the room for you, a rush of excitement overcame you as the smell of laundry detergent hit your nostrils.

Jason undid your bra, leaving small kisses along your throat as he kneaded your breasts in circles, squeezing them. His palms then dragged along your torso, sending shivers down your body whilst he fiddled with the button of your pants. You popped the button open, assuring him he could take them off.

"Shoes off, baby," Jason softly instructed.

You both discarded your shoes and socks. The rug lightly tickled the soles of your feet and you soon found the sensation pleasant.

Jason kissed you, pushing his hand into your unbuttoned pants. You gasped as he pressed his palm against your clothed pussy, biting down his bottom lip as his other hand tried to shove your pants down your legs.

Helping him out, you withdrew from his mouth so you could look down at his hand. Jason guided you backward until your calves hit his bed and pushed you to sit down. You used the position to your advantage and took the pants off, dropping them at the foot of the bed.

His palms landed on your bare thighs, eyes once again on your chest. You felt vulnerable as he towered over you, still in his jeans and shirt. Hesitant, you rested your hands on his hips and slowly pushed his shirt up with the tips of your fingers.

“You can take it off,” he assured you, watching you carefully.

He even lifted his arms to make it easier for you which you appreciated. You still had to stretch your arms to reach, though, he was too close for you to find space to stand up.

You traced his chest with your fingertips, looking up at him as your hands explored his marked torso. He had scars all over, but you decided not to ask. Jason grew impatient, placing his hands on top of yours and lowering them to his crotch.

Undoing his pants, you pulled them down and found his hard cock sprung free for you. He let out a relieved sigh that turned into a hiss as you boldly wrapped your fingers around his shaft.

He took your cheek in a hand, thumb resting on your lips. He glided his thumb over your bottom lip before pulling at it so he could dip it inside your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb.

Jason growled, pressing the tip of his thumb against your tongue. You fixed your grip around his cock, pumping it just enough to smear the precum dribbling from his tip.

Withdrawing his thumb, he leaned in to kiss you. The hand still on your thigh moved inward, drawing circles along your inner thigh, getting closer to your center at a painfully slow rate. You whined as he pressed his fingers onto the crotch of your panties, burying the material between your labia, dampening it.

"Oh, baby," Jason sighed. "I haven't even touched you properly and you're already wet."

You wanted to remind him his rock-hard cock was in your fist, but he didn't let you as he pulled your panties to the side and brought his fingers to dance up and down between your folds.

"Did he make you this wet?" he asked, teasing your entrance with a finger, "your friend's brother?"

"Jason, please," you breathily begged. For what, you weren't sure.

“Gotta get you ready for my cock, angel.”

You hummed as he slipped his finger inside. You were sure you didn’t need him to finger you, but you wouldn’t say no to fulfilling that particular fantasy of yours.

Stuck between jerking him off and getting lost in the sensation of his finger going in and out of you, mouth agape and eyes glossy with the kind of excitement only somebody else's touch might elicit on someone, you found yourself shifting so your legs were properly spread and your torso comfortably leaned forward. Just then, you moved your hand up and down Jason's length.

Taunting you, as though wanting —perhaps needing— to see you break undone for him, he added a second finger. The fact that he liked being in control was incredibly arousing even though anybody who had met him would be able to tell as much.

But he succeeded, he disarmed you. The pace of your fist around his cock faltered as his long and skillful fingers stroked inside you in quick motions, curling from time to time to switch it up.

Your legs trembled as you struggled to keep strangled moans in. There was no need, but you didn't know if he liked sounds or not. Jason continued touching you, pressing his thumb against your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out.

That made you moan and the satisfied hum he let out was all you needed to know he in fact liked sounds.

As his fingers fucked you relentlessly, Jason set his eyes on you, pupils blown wide. He licked his lips and you wished it was your tongue instead of his.

"Feels good?" he asked.

You hummed, barely able to nod.

"Use your words," he instructed you, tone encouraging.

"Yes," you breathlessly replied.

He increased his pace, leaning in to kiss you as you clenched your thighs shut. He pulled away from your needy mouth to tell you, "Come all over my fingers, come on."

Not for a single moment throughout your floaty state did he stop fingering you, not when you moaned while clenching around his fingers, not when you grabbed at his arms so he would stop, and definitely not when your body slumped.

You looked up at him as he parted your thighs and withdrew his hand with slick all over. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted you.

"My baby tastes so good," he praised before slamming his mouth against yours.

Tasting yourself on his tongue, you dropped your hands to his cock again, careful not to squeeze too hard as you pumped it. He pulled away and softly instructed you to lie on the bed.

You did so, feeling his hands on your thighs as he grasped the hem of your panties and finally took them off.

Wasting no time, Jason hovered over you, dark hair ready to be ruined and eyes expectant as he asked, "You still want this?"

"Yes."

"Such a quick learner," he mindlessly praised, grasping your thighs to manhandle you into opening them for his lower half to settle between them.

Jason was careful as he entered you for both of your sakes, slowly stretching you as he hissed at the contact. He filled you up so tightly, completely still as you got used to him.

He squeezed at your thighs before dragging his hands up to your hips. "Ready?"

"Ready."

Leisurely, he started to move, shoving his hips forward. You felt like you were about to burst already and even though the stretch wasn't dull anymore and you were wet enough for it not to hurt, you knew you would be able to feel him for days.

A grunt left his lips and you made an effort to keep your legs wide, what was a little bit more soreness? You would manage it once it arrived. Gripping his arms at a particularly harsh thrust, you searched for his eyes and found them already on your face, attentive to your reactions.

You wondered if you looked good. The thought, accompanied by brief self-doubt, quickly left your mind as he shifted, hands gripping you tightly so you would focus on him.

It was hard not to. He felt so good, all over you and inside you, and he looked even better.

"You're mine," he affirmed, cock pounding in and out of you at such a good rhythm that even his voice was strained "all mine."

You wanted to assure him you were, but you could only manage to nod and whimper. Jason kissed you, fucking you deeper as though trying to prove he means his prior affirmation, as though you needed any more proof or encouragement even though you had dreamed of this from the moment you met him.

Letting one of his arms go, you buried your fingers in his hair and sloppily kissed him back, doing your best not to bite him —or yourself—in your eagerness. You had to opt for short kisses as he knocked the breath out of your lungs with his thrusts.

The wet slapping of his skin against yours echoed around his room, a sound so loud not even his panting nor your whining could swallow. Your eyes threatened to close as the pleasure mounted; you fought it only to be able to see him.

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to stuff you full of cum if you don't take it easy."

You gazed at him behind twinkling eyes, not fully understanding what he said at first. It wasn't until you tried to repeat his words in your head that you realized you were clenching around him.

But you didn't have it in you to stop, not when he made it sound so enticing, he was already fucking you raw.

"Is that what you want?" He pressed. You locked your legs around him in response, making him growl. "Gonna fill you up so good," he vowed, "until you can't hold more cum."

You whined, frantically nodding.

"Yeah?" he taunted you, stilling his hips for a moment. "You want me to put a baby in you, angel?"

"Fuck," you sighed. "Yeah, yes."

"You're truly all mine," Jason marveled, bringing his hand up to your cheek. You hummed, nuzzling into his palm as he resumed his movements, thrusting into you with purpose.

Your moans and groans encouraged him to go harder, deeper. The stimulation became too much once he started toying with your clit, still focused on making you come even though it was clear it wasn't his main mission anymore. Your body tensed, not quite shaking in part because he was holding you tight, and cries poured out of your lips.

Jason couldn't have pulled out even if he tried, grabbing your hips tightly as his hips stuttered, pressing hard into your still-clenching walls. He came deep inside you just as he promised, and for good measure, he drove his hips forward a couple of times.

Your sight was blurry for a moment and he remained inside you although he wasn't moving anymore, soothingly caressing your sides.

As your body relaxed, Jason slowly pulled out. His breathing was already evening out as he asked, "You want to take a bath?"

You hummed, thankful that he wouldn't leave you to do the walk of shame with cum down your legs. He helped you up and guided you to the bathroom, palm firm on your lower back.

"I'll wash you up." It wasn't a question. His voice was tender as he said it. "And then we'll talk."

"About?" you curiously asked.

"What I said."

"It's fine, I'm on the pill."

He chuckled, testing the water in the tub with his hand. "And everything else I said?"

You didn't say anything as you got into the tub, using his hand as leverage until you were settled. Jason took a cloth from a drawer and wetted it. "I guess I should look for another job..."

He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. "Don't. I would be the worst dad ever if I took you away from her."

"I'll find something I can do while spending time with her."

Jason's eyes lit up beautifully and before you could say anything else, he tenderly kissed your lips, dropping the cloth onto the water to cup your face in his palms.

[dragon-chica]

Cat Dad Jason Todd (X Reader)

I've seen fics about Jason with dogs and I have many cats, and really wish to see more Cat Dad! Jason fics in this world (please lend me some)

Featuring a few of my own cats! Darlings, you've hit stardom.

Jason Todd blissfully lives with the love of his life, and their many cats.

The first time Jason came to your home, the moment he stepped through the door his eyes widened and words failed him, the first thing he saw past you was a big fat, fluffy cat on the back of your couch.

You were a little worried for a moment, so many men 'hate cats' thinking they're 'not manly'. and you'd hate to have to lose Jason because of this.

Jason seemed to forget about you entirely, entranced by the cat and slowly, yet on a very clear mission, walked over to your couch and held his hand out to the animal, receiving a short sniff to his knuckle and a throaty purr.

Your heart melted when he started to pet her, mumbling a tiny "hello" and seeing his eyes shine as she headbutted his hand.

Could this man really be perfect?

A small bump to his leg makes him realize where he is, in your home, entirely ignoring you, petting your(? hopefully, he already loves it) cat, and being a rather rude guest.

He looks up at your a little sheepishly, one hand still gently petting your cat, to see you enjoying his little show.

Jason's about to rub his neck nervously, hand halfway there, when something bumps his leg again and he realizes,

"A cat." he glances between both felines, watching him intently. "Another cat. You have cats." He corrects himself, sounding rather happy with this.

This one tabby, weaving through his legs before looking up at him with one eye squinted, staying stood between his legs looking up with a slightly unnerving stare.

"Hello" he says again, bending over to offer his hand before looking up to you again "Does he uh, am I going to be bitten?" The cat is still unmoved, unblinking at Jason.

You stifle a laugh at this big, burly, scarred up man who's obviously smitten by your cats, wondering if your little Igor will hurt him.

"You're safe, she's just like that. Was kicked in the head before."

He frowns at that, and it makes you smile a little more.

An uneven set of thumps starts coming down the hall, heavy and awkward steps hurrying to greet you, and into view enters a large orange male, stopping to look at you both before heading towards Jason with a wonky gate and slamming his heavy hindquarters into Jason's leg to steady himself.

"Ahh." The cat sounds like a gravely old door hinge, but looks up at Jason, who's giving out free pets, very expectantly. Shuffling himself and leaning back against your boyfriend's leg for support.

Jason is very happy to oblige.

Before realizing he has more cats to pet than hands to pet with, until the tabby grows bored and leaves without much fanfare.

You decide he's incredibly unfairly cute when he pouts because a cat just left him.

"There's a few more hiding around too, they'll come out once they warm up to you." You go to put away your things while Jason's happily occupied, adding "You might have to come around a few times for that to happen though?"

Jason's eyes light up even more, the look on his face reminds you of a child that got the present they'd always wanted, and Jason thinks that he might just have found the best place on earth.

To say your cats 'warmed up' tp Jason would be an understatement. You're pretty sure most of them like him more than you, which you can't really blame them for, but still tastes of betrayal.

He is ready to take your cats to the vets over any little thing. Fretting mother hen.

Jason: "Babe she's squinting her eye, what if she got hurt??"

You: "She was just playing, check after awhile."

Jason: "Are you sure he should be licking that much??? he's losing fur??"

You: "He has bad seasonal allergies, we JUST went to the vet tuesday."

Jason: "But-"

Jason has a way with animals, he can gain their trust in no time and they love him, from stray dogs to the bitchiest of cats.

Though you do have to scold him for 'sneaking' them so many treats, and deal with the guilt as your cats meow for treats and Jason looks like a puppy that was yelled at.

If you're worried about their weight he will buy all kinds of expensive, super healthy treats (even asking Damian for suggestions, and researching it himself), aaand then find out none of your picky cats will eat any except friskies.

He's happy to take care of dinner duty and feed them their wet food.

The first time you sent Roy a video of Jason in your kitchen, surrounded by hungry, yelling cats while trying to plate their dinner and laughing as they swarm him and stand up against his legs.

Will take turns cleaning the litter boxes or if you forget/just don't feel like it yet even though they're not his cats?? a Man.

He saw how flimsy most cat trees were and that you had to replace them, and commissioned, actual solid wood, elaborate cat trees. Multiple, they take up much of your living room.

And one in your bedroom because "They like the trees, of course we need one in here so they can sleep with us :("

Once told Bruce he couldn't go on patrol because Frumpkin was sleeping on him, and Batman showed up at your window to collect him.

In turn losing Robin who was quickly enamored seeing so many friendly felines.

Jason just smirked and Bruce let out a suffering sigh.

Speaking of little Robin, your no longer getting rid of him. He hadn't even introduced himself but you came home to find him sitting on your couch petting a cat and ignoring you.

He kept doing this, and leaving before Jason got home until being caught on day, in full Robin suit, Jason going "Damian would you just go home?"

"By Damian" you add as he exits through the window with a halfhearted glare at his brother, before sending a longing one back towards the cat.

You're never getting rid of him. If Damian is missing (sometimes with Jon, too) he's likely hogging your cats.

Jason still feeds the strays, is the first to rescue a cat in a tree, and keeps a baggie of treats in his pocket on patrol.

Jason loves your cats, he loves living with cats, even the times he stayed nights at the manor, Alfred the cat had lots of people to seek if he wanted, and lots of rooms to roam, now every room he goes into he's joined by at the very least, one cat.

It's without much surprise that even stored away, all his gear ends up with cat fur. It's inevitable.

Also a hilarious way to learn that Two Face is extremely allergic to cats, his villain speech being cut short to sneeze uncontrollably.

That night he tells Khoshekh thanks for the backup.

It's a mostly quiet, frigid night when Red Hood looms through a filthy alleyway, it's nearing 2am and halfway down Jason feels a little itch that there's something.

There's no one around him, nothing but busting bags and overflowing trash cans but he just knows he needs to notice something.

And it's only through the aided vision of his helmet that he does.

A single kitten, a few weeks old, but clearly too young to have found it's way into the steep can itself, sits a shivering kitten balled up the best it can amongst the trash, tossed away.

First Jason's heart breaks, then he wants to know who did this and shoot the motherfucker. But instead he carefully lifts the little one, whispering reassurances so quietly he doesn't even know if you the helmet lets them through, relief coursing through him that she's still alive, still pretty alert, and quickly unzips part of the jacket to tuck the little creature inside.

Jason says a hasty goodnight to his family and lets them know he's heading home for the night.

The next day Jason send Bruce a text saying "We have our first child together!", while being truly elated that the kitten is doing well and spends the whole day between doting on her and worried to bits that she'd make it.

Luckily seconds later you sent Bruce a picture of Jason and the kitten before he had a heart attack or was too excited.

Dick: "You should name it something dangerous, for street cred."

Jason: "Princess Crowbar."

He either names his kitten after a book character or something just extremely eloquent, and absolutely babies her and carries her everywhere.

Jason Peter Todd, tank of a man, sick foot fuckall and built like a brick wall on a nice walk downtown with you through the farmer's market, one hand clasping yours, the other holding your bags, and a small cat snuggly relaxing in a sling across his chest.

Boy has one of those super loving cats that adores him and will stand up for a hug whenever he walks in :')

He loves coming home to be greeted by those he loves, and loves him.

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Driving In Your Really Old Car w/ Jason Todd Headcanons

Jason’s car had been in the shop for repairs, you insisted on using your car to get around.

You needed to go to the grocery store for milk

Even though he tried to convince you that he could just run across the city, or take Dick’s car

“No, you never want to ride in my car.”

“That thing is fucking clunky! It shakes when you go past 50 miles per hour.”

“You’re so dramatic, Jay.”

You both got into your car and he immediately put on his seatbelt, pressing himself into the corner of the car

“It’s 10 minutes to the store, Jay, you’ll be fine.”

You speed a lot, it is Gotham after all

As soon as you hit 55mph, the car starts shaking.

Both of your hands grip the wheel, but you’re unfazed

You bop your head lightly to a song on the radio

Jason’s in the passenger seat, yelping, shrieking, gripping at the door.

He wants to ask for your hand but he’s unsure if he can handle the thought of you driving this death trap one-handed

“Oh God, we’re going to die. I’m going to die! I’m so young, I should’ve just ran to the store!”

You step on the brakes at a red light, the car squealing.

You make it to the store, Jason jumps out, fast as lightning.

“See? Not that bad.”

“I’m telling Bruce to get you a new car. I’m also running home.”

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Hello! Could you please write a blurb with Thomas Shelby and with this line: “To speak and to speak well are two different things”???

Well Spoken ~Tommy Shelby x Reader (Fluff)

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She could see him pacing up and down the corridor, notes in hand, his rounded glasses perched atop his nose as he muttered the words under his breath. 

It was a funny sight, and one she had been enjoying for quite a while now. 

Once he would be out there and trace of shaking hands and nose pinching would be gone, replaced by cold professionalism. 

Oh poor Mr Shelby, she thought with the hint of a smile. 

She knew she should have walked off and gone home long ago, but she couldn't stop watching. There was something truly intriguing about the way he prepared, the way he practised. His insecurity showed not just vulnerability but dedication, both things she didn't see too often in these halls. 

Perhaps that was why she averted her gaze from the door and instead chose to approach him. 

Or maybe it was that special aura he had. Many people here claimed greatness, either directly or indirectly, but he had achieved his own success with his own hands. And yet he didn't wear his wealth or acclaim like a crown. 

He still walked like a man going to work and not a Princeling headed for court, even in the Palace of Westminster. 

It didn't surprise her that he heard her coming. 

By the time he turned he had gathered his papers to his chest and moved to the side to let her through, but when she stopped beside him, he raised his eyebrow in a silent question. 

"I was wondering if you needed help, Mr Shelby."

She offered him a smile as she nodded towards his speech. 

A frown washed over his face as he studied her. 

"Who are you?", He wanted to know. There was a sharpness to his voice, impatience bordering on rudeness. 

For a moment, it made her reconsider her offer, but she introduced herself all the same. 

"And it is my job to record the speeches in parliament and write them out for the archives. So I am an expert on them, I suppose."

He hummed, as if not quite sure what to make of her yet. 

"If anyone knows what works and what doesn't, what sounds good and what doesn't, that would be me."

Mr Shelby huffed. 

"It's not about how it sounds. It's about the policy."

His sentiment made her smile. In a way, it was strange to find a man of his age and standing adorable, but he was. At least if he believed his words. 

"You're not a natural orator, are you?", She wanted to know. 

He sounded almost insulted. 

"I have speeches before,", he mumbled, "during the campaign."

She smiled once more. 

"And you did it in your own city, where your family employs half the citizens, either directly or indirectly, with your name on half the schools, hospitals and more?"

He cleared his throat and glanced down, almost boyish. 

"To speak and to speak well are two different things that rely on so many factors. Including the audience. I could help you, if you want."

Mr Shelby weighed his options for a moment. 

"Fine then.", He grumbled as if he was doing her a favour and not the other way around. 

Then he gestured to the entrance to his office. As he let her go first, his hand found the small of her back. 

His office was a lot simpler than most she had seen in her time, and he was kind enough to offer her a chair as he sat down behind his desk before inviting her to speak. 

Instead she asked for his script. 

He handed it to her and watched with sharp, unmissing eyes as she read. 

"And?", He asked not without a hint of impatience. 

"It is very thorough.", She admitted. 

A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips and she could see tension disappear from his shoulders. 

"I wanted it to be airtight.", He admitted, "an airtight proposal."

"That wasn't a compliment."

His pale blue eyes widened. 

"No?"

"No."

For a moment their gazes locked in a statedown, his born from confusion, hers from curiosity. 

Never could anything tell her more about a person than their reaction to rejection. 

Finally, she decided to show him some mercy and handed his speech back. 

"You are not presenting a business plan."

"But that is exactly what I'm doing.", He argued, before going into his profitable housing scheme would be in the long run. 

She raised her hand and silenced him. 

"That speech you are giving is not supposed to be an explanation, it is supposed to be an advertisement."

He leaned back and folded his hands in front of him, tilting his head to listen, soaking in her every word. 

"Your goal is not to inform, it is to convince and for that you don't need facts. You need to connect with people inside the house and the outside. To stir emotion."

He didn't give her the grace of a reaction, not yet. 

So she slid the papers over. 

"You are a salesman, Sir. So sell me your proposal."

She ended her challenge with a smile as she leaned back in her chair, mirroring him. 

His eyes took her in from head to toe, weighing her worth, and then he cleared his throat and leaned forward. 

"It is about better housing for factory workers, and judging by your pearl earrings and the clasp on your shoes it is not exactly your field of interest. I'd have a hard time selling that to you."

A capitulation so soon? 

A small part of her was disappointed. She had hoped for more. 

But where he was ready to fold, she stabbed once more. 

"It seems you are a very keen observer, but not a very good salesman. Try again.", She demanded. 

After all, most people that would vote on this bill didn't have a natural disposition to care about this issue. 

"I'm sorry?"

"Try again.", She asked, before deciding to throw him a bone. "Find something that would make me emotionally attached to housing for factory workers."

He gestured around vaguely, searching for something- anything. And his choice was just as vague. 

"You're a good person?"

It made her laugh under her breath. 

"What if I wasn't?"

Not that you could tell by now. 

"You care about your fellow citizens. Your fellow countrymen."

Better, she thought, still not good enough. 

"Not enough to spend thousands of pounds. Why would I? I never met a factory worker in my life."

His jaw muscles twitched slightly, but he kept his calm. 

"The current housing situation in industrial cities is a breeding ground for disease."

Ooh- we are getting somewhere. 

She was starting to feel that tingling thrill that only came from powerful speeches, from words said and meant, from purpose and passion. 

So close. 

"I don't live there, so it doesn't affect me."

"It affects them and their children."

"Now I know about the problem, but I can't see it. You need to create an image in the head of your audience if you really want them to remember you."

Mr Shelby huffed. 

"You're sharp.", he acknowledged. 

"Maybe so.", She argued with a shrug. "But no one in this house comes to the Chamber without a sharpened tongue or a hidden dagger."

His pale lips curled into something that could have been mistaken for a smile. 

"How much do they pay you to type out speeches?"

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