Old Money!Gojo Satoru Spoils You With So Many Rings Every Other Week That By The Time He Presents You

You knew Damian would take his time getting adjusting to your presence. Of course he would. He’s even slower to warm up than Jason, you knew it before you’d even met him. So you’d had no idea you were even within a five year shot of him even liking you, let alone trusting you.

In spite of it nearing one in the morning, you laid atop your bed covers, watching your shows with passing interest. You’re waiting up for Jason like you usually do, you have a hard time sleeping not knowing if he’s okay or not. He hates it when you do, he says just because he has to be up all night doesn’t mean you do. Unfortunately for him, you’re nothing if not stubborn.

A clatter from the living room has you perking up—Jason’s back. It’s a little early for him to be home already though, and he’s not usually so loud upon re entry unless he’s hurt.

You stand quickly, tossing the book aside, and mentally prepare yourself to tend to injuries.

You open the door to the dark room, the only light available coming from the dim lamp in the kitchen and the moonlight through the open window.

It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, scanning the room only to find a figure much, much smaller than expected.

“Damian?”

He looks at you through the darkness, silent. You approach him slowly.

“Hey. Are you hurt?” You ask, getting a bit concerned. Of all Jason’s brothers, Damian is the least likely to drop in, especially unharmed.

“No.” Damian’s always standoff-ish, but he’s exhibiting a particularly strange energy right now. You wonder if he needs something Jason could help with.

“Jason’s not here,” you tell him, watching him closely for any sign of what’s going on.

“I know.” His words are short, measured.

If he knows, that means he was with him tonight. Then why would he come here?

“Is everything okay?”

He says nothing. His gaze is lasered onto a panel of wood among the floorboards, jaw clenched.

You tilt your head. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

He hesitates to answer but it seems like he does want to stay. You don’t know Damian anywhere near as well as Jason does, but you can’t imagine he’s ever seen or shown much vulnerability before.

He seems to decide on biting the bullet and nodding, yes. You make your way around the couch and sit down, looking to him.

Slowly, he does the same, in absolute silence. He sits stiff. His shoulders are hunched up and his body is tightly pressed into the smallest space possible. The way his posture curls in on him makes him look even tinier.

You’ve never seen him anywhere close to upset before, not like this. Most of the time you see him he’s an angry upset, but this…it’s a sad upset. Almost scared.

You fold your legs onto the couch, pulling a blanket off from the ledge behind you. You drape it over Damians shoulders, enveloping him in warmth to contrast the icy bite of the night. He remains still.

You slowly move your hand up to his hair, treading carefully. He’s watching you out of the corner of his eye, though he makes no moves to stop you. You take that as the closest to a blessing you’re going to get from him, so you continue on.

You brush his hair back lightly, fingers threading through his hair with a loving gentleness.

“Damian,” You whisper.

He doesn’t look at you. Even in the dark, you can see his breathing labored and his eyes starting to well over.

You turn to face him and shift a little closer, taking his hand in yours. His chin lowers and his stare hardens, trying desperately not to cry.

You bring your free hand to the far side of his head, gently nudging him your way. He folds immediately, turning to you and throwing himself into your chest, tears flowing violently.

He struggles to breathe right, choking on his sobs as he hugs you tight. You hold his head against you, stroking his hair as he weeps.

You hold him like that for almost half an hour, allowing him as much time to cry as he needs.

He ends up curled up on your lap at an awkward angle, head resting on your thigh. The shaking of his body slows over time, his eyes fluttering shut from the ache of the tears. Not long after, his breathing levels out and his body completely relaxes into sleep.

You continue petting his head, mind wandering around to what could’ve happened. Jason had told you once that the only thing Damian seems to hold in high regard is Bruce, and his mood can easily sway Damian’s.

It’s almost three am when Jason slides in through the window, landing gracefully into a kneel. He tugs off his helmet before looking up and noticing you on the couch.

A split second of a smile before he glances down and sees Damian asleep on your lap, his arms still wrapped around your waist. His mouth drops and his brows furrows as he stands, examining his brother.

“What the hell?” He says quietly, looking back up to you.

You shake your head and shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know. Did something happen on patrol?”

Jason’s eyes drift down to Damian again. “I mean Bruce kind of yelled at him, so.”

“That’ll do it.”

He nods, coming to sit on the opposite side of the couch, careful not to wake him. He observes his brother's vice grip around your middle and your much more gentle hold around his.

“He let you hug him?”

“He hugged me.”

“He what?”

SYNCHRONICITY

the simultaneous occurrence of causally unrelated events and the belief that the simultaneity has meaning beyond mere coincidence.

summary: after months of inexplicable coincidences, spencer reid realizes the universe is screaming at him to confess his love for his best friend.

content warnings: best friends who are in love with each other , sort of bubbly!reader , no use of y/n , a/n: this idea came to me when i was rewatching season 11 and spencer was talking to tara about synchronicity !! and i loved the idea of it so much i decided to write this small series <3 it's also a big THANK YOU for 2k !! i couldn't be more grateful to all of you <3 also please keep in mind that i'm just a silly teenage girl writing fanficiton so i'm no scientist - this is literally just a series based on a youtube video i watched and a bunch of wikipedia pages i read </3 i hope you like it !! <3

part one: alert synchronicity

part two: confirmation synchronicity

part three: prophetic synchronicity

part four: manifestation synchronicity

part five: opportunity synchronicity

Dragon!Knight!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

guess who's baaaack!!!

Fanfic commission for @jewish-jason-todd, thanks for buying me minecraft <3

"Mm.. the flowers are wilting again.." You murmured, your fingertips just barely grazing over the rotting petals of your garden.

Jason, your personal knight, trailed behind you, scars adorning his face, the rest covered by his armour. "Shall I inform the royal gardener, your highness? I'll make sure he does his job correctly this time." He said, his voice gruff and stern.

You shook your head. "No need. I'd rather I take care of my lovelies myself. Besides. I'm sure the gardener has already... received your message." You said, referring to the last time the gardener had allowed the flowers to wilt, making Jason give him a fearing earful.

You turned to Jason just as the sun began to set. "Will you be staying over in the castle this time? Or will you be staying in the village as usual?" You asked as you held onto a small glimpse of hope that he'd stay.

"My apologies, your highness. But I'd much prefer to rest in the village. I'll return on time tomorrow for my duties." Jason said, a small part of him also wanting to stay, but knowing well that he could not.

You sighed, hiding your disappointment. "Alright then. As you wish. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Jason."

He nodded. "Goodnight, your highness."

"Goodnight, Jason."

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The second Jason knew you were safe inside the castle, he legged it into the woods, away from the castle, away from the village.

A few years prior to his job of protecting you as your personal knight, the poor young man had been captured as a teenager, taken away from his adoptive father, who taught him all he knew about being a knight.

The Joker, a man who used to serve as a royal jester, tired of being the laughing stalk, being nothing but a joke, became hateful, villainous, with nothing but spite and pain coursing through his veins.

Though Bruce, known as the Dark Knight and head of the royal guards, tried to keep the Joker in containment, the jester managed to escape, continuously slipping out of Bruce's fingertips.

The Joker now only appeared occasionally, teamed with a group of bandits, terrorising the village.

But, when the Joker got his hands on young Jason, he cursed the young boy, hexing him into the same fate of turning into a beast, a monster of fury and horror, having the kingdom only fear him for what he is.

A giant, scaly, fire breathing dragon.

Luckily, Bruce managed to find some sort of cure to counteract the effects. By day, Jason remains a ruthless knight, living to serve you. But as the moon rises, he lives as this beast, hiding away, deep into the woods that no one dared to enter. No one knows about this treachery except for him and Bruce.

He'd never tell you, no. You were too innocent and kind. You were kind to him. What people and himself saw in his scars and brutality, you saw beauty. And he made the grave mistake of falling for you.

Jason's lungs hurt as he dashed further into the woods, his swords slicing through the branches in his way. He could feel the scales appearing on the side of his head. He could feel his nails grown into claws.

He fell to his knees, panting. He could only imagine the scared, disgusted look on your face if you were ever to see his transformation. No, he wouldn't handle it. He couldn't. You were very dear to him. So many nights he wished to stay at the castle, to be closer to you.

But he couldn't. Instead, he was here. In the middle of the ghastly woods. Black and red scales covering his giant body, wings tucked to his side, tail flicking back and forth.

He growled at the beast he became, extending his wings as he flew into the air, looking at the distance where he could see the castle.

You're resting. That's all that matters to him.

Except you weren't.

You knew your knight would scowl at you for sneaking out at this time. But you rarely got to see outside castle walls. You wanted adventure, you wanted freedom, you wanted thrill. And you were gonna get it.

Now, you've seen the village plenty of times before. But what you haven't seen were the treasures and secrets hidden within the woods.

You threw your cloak over yourself, your hood over your head as you began your walk through the thick trees.

Sure, you should be scared of the potential dangers, but how could you fear the way the moonlight danced over the branches, the trees creating beautiful silhouettes among the leaves the crunched beneath your feet.

You would've preferred to enjoy this walk with your trusty knight beside you.

But he's resting. That's all that matters to you.

Except he wasn't.

The dragon had, unfortunately, lost his balance when flying, landing onto a bush of thorny vines.

It didn't hurt, of course. Though, the pain of pins and thorns was quite irritable, especially since he was unable to remove them himself.

He seeked refuge in a cave, deciding that he'll just have to remove the thorns once his body shifts back into human again.

The walk was incredibly more peaceful than you thought. Not a peculiar sound to be heard, not a strange shadow in sight.

Though... that sudden low growl might've been a sign for you to turn around and run back to the castle where it's safe.

Unfortunately, your curiosity got the better of you. Bevause what could be possibly making that sound? It definitely wasn't a bear, no. It's too loud.

You crept your way, closer to a cave where the sound was sourced, and peered your head through the opening.

Whatever it was, it was deeper in the cave. You took a breath, carefully walking in as quiet as you could.

And if your eyes gotten any wider, they probably would've fallen out of your sockets. You were amazed at the magnificent creature in front of you.

A dragon, probably bigger than the castle, with beautiful scales and sharp wings, lying at the back of the cave.

Only a fool would approach such an unpredictable beast.

You kept walking.

".... Hello?.." You softly said, a sharp gasp escaping as the dragon growled, trying to scare whoever dared intrude his place of refuge.

Jason's eyes slightly widened, seeing you in front of him. What the hell?

He glared at you with a huff, smoke coming out through his nostrils. What the hell were you doing here? Why aren't you at the castle? Why are you alone?

You glanced down, seeing parts of his body covered with thorns. "Are you hurt?.." You asked softly. You thought if this dragon were to hurt you, he'd to it by now.

He huffed, turning away, hoping you'd go back to the castle.

"I can help you.." You gently offered, stepping closer.

Jason growled, wanting you to be gone already. He didn't want you to see this. To see him as a monster.

You clicked your tongue. "Come on now, now you're just being stubborn." You said, walking up in front of him.

Jason scoffed in his head. He loved hated how persistent you were. Always helping others, getting what you wanted. He laid down, at this point, not caring what you did.

"There you go.." You whispered, your hand flat against him. "This might pinch.." You said before plucking out one of the thorns. You looked up to see he he was in any sort of discomfort. But Jason didn't budge. He's definitely been through worse.

You shrugged and continued to pluck the rest of the thorns.

"I've never seen a dragon before. I almost thought that they were a myth." You said softly as you picked out the thorns. Jason just lied down and listened. "The people of the village said that they were cruel and baked, ugly monsters."

'Yeah, that sounds about right,' Jason thought.

"But you are quite beautiful." You whispered. Jason felt like he couldn't breathe. There's absolutely no way you called him beautiful. Him? Beautiful? To you? He must be dreaming. This is wrong. This isn't how people react.

"There we go. All done." You said, kicking away the discarded thorns. Jason sighed, slightly nodding, appreciating your help, though still pissed that you're out at this hour. "Well, I should head home now.." I murmured. "Although, I do wish to see you again soon." You said, about to make your way out.

Though Jason groaned, quickly making his way beside you. He knelt down, wanting to accompany you on your journey back. No way was he letting you venture on your own again.

You glanced at his back, then back to his eyes. "You.. want me to..?" You said questionably, pointing to his back. He nodded. "Are you sure?" You asked again. And he nodded again.

You gulped before carefully trying to mount his back. Jason raised his wings, creating a border to make sure you didn't fall off.

He then began stalking through the woulds, occasionally using his wings to push away the branches to prevent them from hitting against you.

He reached the edge of the woods, kneeling down. He sighed, not being able to take you all the way to the castle. He refused to leave the woods in this form. It'll be too dangerous.

You slid off his back, resting your hand just at the side of his face. "Thank you.." You murmuted softly. "You're very kind. I promise to visit you again soon." You said. Jason didn't want you to leave the castle this late again. But, oh, how good it felt to have someone, especially you, look at him with awe instead of fear.

Jason nodded with a huff as he turned around, returning back to his cave.

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"I saw something last night." You said as you and Jason strolled around the garden.

"What? Did you go outside?" Jason said with annoyance, pretending that he had no clue of the adventure you've been up to.

"It was fine, Jason. I wasn't hurt or anything." You reassured him.

"You shouldn't be going outside after dark, princess. It's too dangerous."

"It was a dragon." You bluntly said, waiting for his reaction.

Jason lightly scoffed. "A dragon hasn't been spotted for centuries, your highness. Are you sure you weren't just dreaming?"

You pouted at his dismissal. "Don't mock me, Jason. It was real. I know it was. And it wasn't like those silly stories the townspeople talk of. The dragon was kind. Quite a gentleman, I might add."

"A dragon? A gentleman? Are you sure you're not feeling ill, your higness?" Jason said with a kight chuckle, a faint dust of pink over his cheeks, turning his head slightly so you wouldn't see.

"I wish for you to accompany me tonight, Jason. I want to see the dragon again."

"No."

"Why not?" You said with a frown, looking up at him.

"I'm busy."

"Liar."

"I said no."

You huffed in defeat. "I wish you would. It really is a marvellous creature. Ethereal."

Jason raised a brow. "You should stay inside tonight. Get some sleep. Dream about this dragon again."

"It wasn't a dream!" You retorted, annoyed that your knight doesn't believe you as you stormed back inside the castle. Jason sighed, running his hand through his hair in frustration, praying you didn't go back to the woods tonight.

But, of course, you did.

"You'd think that spending years by my side, he'd believe me." You muttered, basically ranting your frustrations to the dragon lying in front of you.

The dragon let out a low whine, barely rolling his eyes.

"What? Don't tell me you're on his side." You said, crossing your arms. "I didn't come all this way at this time to be told off by a dragon too."

He grumbled, nudging his snout against your hand. You sighed, one hand held under his chin, the other petting over his muzzle.

"Just wished he'd spend time with me. When he's not on duty." You muttered quietly. "He's quite the charmer, you know." You said with a small chuckle.

Now you had Jason's full attention.

"Very handsome, too. Just like yourself." You said, stroking the side of the dragon's face. Jason's heart raced. Maybe he was the one who was dreaming and not you.

"But, I'm sure he's much more interested in women who know how to fight for themselves. You know.. warriors. Not dainty princesses who have servants to do everything for them.."

The dragon let out another low whine. 'No. That isn't true.' Jason thought as he leaned further into your touch

So, for the next few nights, you've been spending your time in the cave within the woods with the dragon. It's been comforting. Because of your royal status and the difficulty of stepping outside the walls, making friends hasn't come easy.

But still. It was nice to have some company during the nights. However, ot has been taking a toll on your energy.

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"Are you alright, your highness?" Jason asked, concerned with how tired you looked. The guilt pooled in his stomach. He hated how much he enjoyed spending time with you, listening to you praise him, as knight and dragon, but simultaneously stealing away your sleep.

"I'm just fine, Jason." You said, waving him off

"Is it because of this dragon again?"

"Would you even believe me if I said yes?" You huffed.

"Yes."

You looked up at him, eyes wide. "What?"

"I believe you. You don't lie. And even if you do, you do a god-awful job at it." He said, looking down at you.

You scoffed. "You even mock me when you try comforting me.." You pouted.

"It's true, though," Jason said, patting your head, the small gesture itself being enough to flush your cheeks a soft pink. "Maybe you should take a nap, however. You look exhausted."

You shook your head. "No, no... I'm fine— oof!"

You accidentally tripped on an overgrown root in the garden, your leg scraping against a rose bush as you fell to your knees.

"Your highness!" Jason exclaimed, kneeling at your side.

"I'm— I'm alright, Jason.." You said, lifting up your dress slightly, wincing at the two thorns stuck in your leg.

Jason sighed, shaking his head. "Come on, let me take you to your chambers.." He muttered, lifting you uo bridle style unexpectedly.

You gasped, wrapping your arms around him. "Ja— Jason! Put me down! It's just a thorn!" You exclaimed, your face now a bright red.

"Do not argue with me, your highness." He said firmly, taking you back inside the castle, straight to your room.

He carefully settled you down onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. He hesitated, gulping as he looked up at you. "I.. May I?"

If your cheeks could've gotten any redder, then they certainly have. You nodded slightly, looking away.

Jason then gently took the hem of your dress, lifting it just enough to see the thorns. "I told you to get more sleep." Jason whispered, grabbing the tweezers off your nightstand.

"Be quiet.." I murmured in response.

"This might pinch." He said before plucking out one of the thorns. You slightly wince as he pulled out one of the thorns. Oddly enough, this seemed quite familiar.

"There we go.." He muttered, taking out the second thorn before taking out a cloth, cleaning away the speckled blood.

You cleared your throat. "So... it's getting late... Will you be staying tonight this time?" You said, just as you did every evening.

"What?" Jason said, his head snapping up to look out the window. "Shit." He hissed as he saw the moon begin to rise. "I must go." He said in a panic. "Goodnight, your highness." He said before rushing out of the room.

"Wait! Jason!" You called out for him, pulling your dress down as you rushed after him. Why did he always leave before sun down?

He laid no mind to you as he dashed out of the castle, straight into the woods. Not onto the path to the village.

"Jason?" You called out as you followed him, but he still kept sprinting.

Your lungs hurt as you tried to keep up, but even with that heavy armour on him, he was still so much faster than you. Where the hell was he going?

But the deeper you went into the woods, the more familiar it looked.

Your eyes widened when you saw Jason dash into the cave.

"No— Jason, wait!" You tried to warn him, not wanting him to disturb the dragon inside.

You ran into the cave, but the dragon wasn't there. Just Jason backing up into the cave wall.

"Your highness?! Go! Go away! Get out!" Jason yelled.

"Jason?—" You stepped forward, but your eyes widened as you saw the scales appearing on the side of his head. You saw his nails growing into claws.

"Don't! Don't look at me!" He screamed, turning away, hiding his face as he transformed into the monster he saw himself as.

You gasped, watching Jason grow into that ferocious dragon you've been spending your nights with.

Jason, now a dragon, roared out in agony, his wings covering his face.

"Jas— Jason, it's okay!" You yelled, trying to calm him down, but to no avail. He turned to you, roaring in your face, fire shooting out in front of you, blocking you from Jason. You gasped as you turned, sprinting back to the castle.

There it was. The panic and terror that Jason anticipated if you ever saw the truth. He panted, lying on the cold stone, his wings going limp as he wallowed in his returned lonliness.

You returned to the castle, back to your chambers, tucking yourself to bed, and closing your eyes, praying that it was just a dream.

But the next morning, when you exited your room, it was Bruce awaiting for you. Not Jason.

"Bruce?.." You said questionably, tilting your head in confusion.

"Good morning, your highness. Please excuse the unexpected change. Unfortunately, Jason is feeling ill, so I shall accompany you until he is better." Bruce explained.

"But, I... I thought he did not get sick." You said, noticing how Jason never had even a small cough ever.

"Today must be an unlucky day, your highness. But, do not fret. He shall return to his duties the second he is better." He reassured as you nodded with a sigh. Guess last night wasn't a dream.

So, Bruce accompanied you through your day, walking around with you around the garden.

"Mm.. the flowers are wilting again.." You murmured.

"I'll let the royal gardener know, your highness." Burce said softly.

"No.. no, it's fine Ja— Bruce." You quickly corrected yourself. You didn't like this. If it were Jason, he'd take great offence that someone dared to allow your precious flowers to wilt. He would've started threatening the gardener again.

Your day went on, but you began to miss the presence of your loyal knight. Maybe if you didn't follow him, nothing would have changed.

"Bruce?" You called out to him as you strolled around.

"Yes, your highness?"

"Has Jason ever gotten sick before?" You asked.

"When he was younger, yes. I always told him to stay inside our home, yet he always snuck out to the pub to listen to the live music." Bruce said.

Your ears perked up at that. Maybe Jason would be at the pub. You look up at the sun. It was late afternoon.

"So... he'd be at the pub?" You asked, double checking.

Bruce nodded, looking down at the flowers. "He always was stubborn. He hasn't been sick in a long while. But I reckon he'd be there right now, your highness— Your highness?" The second Bruce looked back up, looking around the garden, you were suddenly gone.

You didn't even give it a second thought as you raced out of the castle, throwing your hood over your head. You didn't care if Jason scolded you for being outside the walls without permission. You wanted to see him.

You panted as you made it to the village, people setting up for the night market, as you tugged your hood down.

You entered the pub, the place bustling with laughter, music, and drunkards. You glanced at the counter, and lo and behold your beautiful knight, slumping at the bar, his head on the counter.

"Is... he okay?" You quietly asked the bartender, looking at Jason with concern.

"He's been here since early this afternoon, miss." the bartender said, shaking his head. "I'm surprised he's not losing his liver yet. Mighty impressive, to be honest." He said, cleaning the rim of the glass.

You sighed, staring down at Jason's state.

"Jason?.." You softly called his name, lightly brushing the hair away from his eyes.

"What..." The knight murmured, drool drying down his chin, his eyes droopy. But even so, he could still recognise this beautiful eyes of yours.

"You're.. you're not in the castle..." Jason mumbled, his words slurred.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not."

He scoffed, turning his head to the other side. "You're.. go— *hic* going to get in trouble again.." He grumbled, clearly annoyed. You sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"Jason, it is almost sundown." You said worriedly.

Jason scoffed once more, waving his hand, dismissing you. "Who cares? Let everyone find out. That horrible, terrifying dragon they fear of in their stories is really the princess'— mmph.." You quickly covered his mouth before he could finish his sentence, looking around, making sure no one heard.

"Jason, please," you almost begged, "Let's go to the cave, hm? I'll stay with you, I promise." You whispered.

"Yes, just as how you stayed last night, too, huh?" He retorted in spite.

"Well, maybe next time to shoot fire at me, hm? Now, please, come on. I will not take no for an answer." You said stubbornly, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder, lifting him up, though his weight with his armour knocked the air out of your lungs.

"Uhm— Thank you, good sir." You nodded to the bartender, struggling to put the money in the counter before waddling off with Jason leaning on you.

"Get— ngh.. get off of me.. I don't need you.. or your help.." He muttered weakly as you made it into the woods. But, he made no effort to push you away, instead clinging onto you just a little bit tighter. And of course you noticed.

You huffed, rolling your eyes at his persistence as you made it to the cave, already noticing how his scales began to appear on his neck.

As you reached the back of the cave, his wings emerged, though the limped to the cold ground. As Jason fully transformed, he laid down on the ground, letting out small, low whines.

You sighed, kneeling in front of his face, gently placing your hands on either side of his head.

"It's okay, Jason.." You whispered. "I'll stay with you.."

The dragon whimpered, only leaning into your touch, not pushing you away this time. Not breathing fire at you or trying to scare you on purpose.

And you did stay with him. Jason was already fast asleep, his snores echoing through the cave. But you? You didn't even get a wink of sleep, but you couldn't care less. You needed Jason to know how much you cared for him, how much he makes your heart swell from his presence alone. How much you love him, knight or dragon.

Eventually, the sun peeked over the horizon, the ray barely making their way into the cave. You watched in awe at how Jason morphed back into human. God, he was absolutely gorgeous.

The knight remained lying down, his head resting on your lap as you threaded your fingers through his hair. You didn't want to wake him. He deserved his rest. And as he slept, you realised.

You finally spent your nught together with him.

Granted, they weren't under the best circumstances. He probably wouldn't even remember you bringing him into the cave, but... It's good enough for you.

Soon, he stirred awake, letting out a quiet groan. But as his eyes opened, he was taken aback to see your face above his. He quickly sat up, hissing as his head pounded, his mind dizzy.

"Your— Your highness—" He said frantically, trying to stand up, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

"Stop. You're hungover. You need rest, Jason." You said, your thumb smoothing over his wrist.

Jason looked down where you held him, his thoughts scattering, his mind fuzzy.

"Your highness, please.." He muttered. You didn't know what he was asking of you, but if he were honest, he didn't know either.

"Don't be ashamed, Jason..."

"No. No.. this.. thing— this monster. It's vile and disgusting." He spat, looking away.

"You're wrong." You said firmly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "It's— It's the most magnificent thing I've ever seen!"

"You don't know what you're taking about." He hissed.

"You're beautiful, Jason." You said, staring right him, refusing to take anymore of his stubbornness.

Jason looked at you with wide eyes and disbelief. Beautiful was a completely new one for him. It's always been dangerous, scary, ludicrous. Beautiful hadn't been in his dictionary.

"Your scales are so sharp and bold, your wings are strong, your colour is gorgeous! Gosh, it's so hard not to love!" You said passionately, desperate for him to believe you.

Jason froze. How could you, such a perfect woman, love such a horrid.. thing?

"Your highness.."

"No... no, please, Jason.. no more of that.. no more honorifics.." You whispered.

He sighed, saying your name, rolling off his tongue so smoothly. Your heart raced hearing him call you by your name for the first time. "Don't do this.." Jason whispered. "Don't pretend to love.. this.. for my sake."

"You don't understand." You said. You tilted his chin up, making him look at you. "I am in love with you, Jason Todd. You have been by my side since day one, and you've never left, even when you had the opportunity to. And even as a dragon... I still can't stop myself from falling in love with you.." You quietly admitted.

Jason's breath hitched. This isn't right. He thought it wasn't right. A royal princess falling in love with a cursed knight. But, god, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart pound.

He barely registered what happened. You barely registered what happened.

His hands somehow found themselves grabbing your waist, pulling you flushed against him before he pressed his lips upon yours.

You melted into the kiss before you could even acknowledge he was kissing you. But no matter. How much you've dreamt before that this moment would happen. And how much it's better than you ever imagined.

His lips were chapped, just as you predicted. His hands felt snug around your waist. It all just felt so natural. So perfect .

Jason pulled away as you both lightly panted, catching your breath.

"I— I'm sorry.." Jason muttered breathlessly. "I—"

"Jason.." You said his name softly, your hands on the collar of his armour, lightly pulling him closer. "Kiss me again... please..." You quietly begged.

Oh, and who was the loyal knight to deny a request from his princess?

He sighed, knowing well that he'd easily comply. This time, the both of you, knowing exactly what you needed, kissed each other once more, lips moulding perfectly together.

The fierce and mighty dragon, falling hopelessly for his dear princess. And the princess falling hopelessly for her dear knight.

@jewish-jason-todd I hope you enjoyed reading!! I haven't written in a looooong while, so I really hope this is good!! If i remember right, this is my first au fic, so I put lots and lots and lots of thought into it just for you! I can't thank you enough, you're the first person to ever commission me, and it really has made my day! I've already spent hours and hours on minecraft. Again, thank you so so much, I really loved writing this, and I hope you like it! <3

[Hex] - reposted w/ permission

Persephone hanging out with the puppies at night.

White Noise Spiderwho mlist

A band formed by four talented college students of Jujutsu Tokyo College in Tokyo, Japan. White Noise creates music in a few different genres: Rock, alternative, r&b. Check their music here!

They all started as a basic friend group that shared their love for music, and one day they made a song for fun. One of them posted it online without the knowledge of his other friends, but it surprisingly blew up. From then on, they began creating music for the world. Toge Inumaki, the vocalist. Megumi Fushiguro, the electric guitarist. Yuta Okkotsu, the bassist. Yuuji Itadori, the drummer. Satoru Gojo is White Noise’s childish, tall, attractive (and gay) manager who has (unfortunately) known Megumi since he was in elementary school.

Megumi Fushiguro

-21 years old

-studying criminology

-electro guitarist of WN

Yuta Okkotsu

-22 years old

-studying psychology

-bassist(and leader) of WN

Toge Inumaki

-22 years old

-studying computer science

-vocalist of WN

Yuuji Itadori

-21 years old

-studying sports science

Satoru Gojo

-32 years old (mentally 3 years old)

-manager of White Noise

Behind the scenes…

-White Noise got their band name from when Yuuji and Toge found out that one of Yuta’s top songs on his Spotify Wrapped was ‘white noise 10 hours’

-Toge stares at Megumi when he sings ‘Euphoria’

-They don't have beef lol this is their love(?) language

-The boys def have a schedule of chores stuck onto the fridge

-Toge thought he was the best member of the group when they debuted, until he saw Miwa’s article on the campus’ weekly newsletter which was the rank of the band members based on their popularity

-Yuuji is equivalent to a puppy, everyone thinks.

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INVINCIBLE STORIES

**Some of the shorts might shift into longer stories, or inspiration for them. But for now, this is how I'll organize things to get ready to start writing multuple parts**

[Take One]

Use Your Senses (Mark Grayson)

Did Mark just find the secret to keeping your attention?

Sweater (Mark Grayson)

There's some annoying thing about Mark that just won't let him leave your mind

Secrets (Mark Grayson)

You weren't supposed to find out this way

Savior (Variant Mark Grayson)

From monster to Messiah

Partners (Mark Grayson)

School projects are the worst

Differences (Mark Grayson)

You and Mark want completely different things from each other

He Remembers (Mark Grayson)

You moved away long ago, but you and Mark used to be inseparable

Meet the Graysons (Nolan, Debbie, & Mark Grayson)

Work gives you many chances to meet many interesting people

[In Production]

- One Sided Rivalry (Mark Grayson)

You've known the guy for forever, you should be close with him. But how can you be nice, when all that you wish is for Mark to finally stay away from you? Less and less it's starting to look like that'll happen, so ... do you just ... keep pushing him away? Or is it time for something new?

Pt 1

Pt 2 ... Coming Soon

- Little Rich Boy (Mark Grayson)

Your friend lives the picture perfect life, not that he thinks so. You two are completely different! You truly hope he appreciates all he has. Mark doesn't get why this is such a big deal to you. But you won't start seeing him differently now, right?

Pt 1

Pt2 ... Coming Soon

Just a teacher leading his students to be the new generation of sorcerers ✨