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𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 | 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦

summary: Excon!Ransom shows up on your doorstep. What’s the worse that could happen?

warnings: excon!Ransom. smut. rough sex. dubcon. oral sex (female receiving). exhibitionism. surprise guest. dark!ending.

word count: 1,846

author’s note: thank you @river-soul​ for looking this over. 💙

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

“Ransom!?” You squeak; shock written on your face as the excon stands on your doorstep. “What? How?”

He tilts his head to the ground and looks at you under his lashes. “I got out this morning,” he admits. “And you were the first thing on my to do list.”

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POV: Caught him tryna steal a cookie before dinner

Warning: RPF, Fluff, suggested smut but not really.

Turning the tables

"Oy! Hands off the cookies, mister!"

Henry's greedy fingers were mere inches from the freshly baked cookies as you entered the kitchen. A face full of mischief greeted your calling, his hand still hovering over the tray with fingers dangling in the air at the warm steams that caressed them.

"Can't I have one?" He rounded his eyes, oddly resembling Kal whenever bacon was presented.

Unimpressed with his false innocence, you folded your arms across your chest and smacked your lips - which was a known sign of great displease.

"Dinner first, then you'll get a cookie."

Henry pouted. "But they are warm and soft now..."

You sighed and trod forward, grabbing a soft kitchen towel on your way to Henry. The pungent aroma of chocolate chip cookies and his earthy cologne mingled in your snout, causing a slight hazy sensation once you stepped close enough to cover the tray.

"Dinner first, dessert later", you insisted and leant with your elbows against the counter in triumph as a brief surge of power and dominance rushed through you.

Defeated, Henry remained silent, though his lips stretched into a wicked grin while his eyes trailed down the sight of your body. After all these years, he was still taken by you, ravenously so. A slight growl rumbled in his throat, and in the darkening reflection of his eyes, you swore you could see yourself naked and vulnerable.

How did he manage to turn the tables on you without saying a word?

"Henry, what..."

His shoulders squared and broadened as he stood straight and closed the distance between you. Startled, you jumped back but not before his fingers locked around the hem of your shirt and held you in your place.

"I like it when you're acting all bossy on me, wifey," he chuckled darkly and hauled you against his chest, so your breasts pressed into his pecs.

"It makes this a lot more entertaining. Now, if you don't mind, I'll have my dessert."

In seconds only, you were turned upside down; your belly rested over his taut shoulder, your legs kicking in the air as he snatched you to the bedroom, smacking you on the ass to prove a point.

arranged.

Arranged. 

Mafia Boss!Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

This is the backstory to one of my recent fics, Followed. Check it out here! 

Part 1 - The Wedding (w/c = 5.9k)

Part 2 -  Mi Assecondi (12/10/2021)

Part 3 - Ferris Wheels and Cotton Candy (12/13/2021)

Part 4 - Come Home To Me (12/17/2021)

Part 5 - Amore Mio (12/20/2021)

(there will be more parts, they just haven’t been written/named yet)

The Guard and the Princess

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Chapter 2

Knight!Jason x Princess!fem!reader

WC: 4,500

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Warnings: sadness, small talk of homophobia, misogyny, child abuse

Synopsis:

The Princess of Noreska, the heir to one of the most powerful thrones in the world. Know for her beauty, elegance, and grace. Little do they know she is one of the most stubborn, unladylike princesses anyone has ever met. But, for some reason, her guard loves that about her, a grave mistake for the both of them. But what happens when she is going to debut into society and soon to be married? Especially when tension is already high with reports of anarchy to the crown.

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Jason runs down the halls of the palace, his heart beating out of his chest. He felt sick to his stomach from the news, he felt helpless and weak.

He said he would always protect her from whatever she said to, and the one thing that she wanted protecting from, was this. Marriage to a man she did not love.

When they were twelve and walking in the garden, she made him swear to her that he would always protect and make sure she was not married to someone she didn’t love.

He felt so helpless, so weak.

He despised it, and it made him furious.

He ran up to a dead end, he felt around the decaying bricks and pushed one. The wall creaked open to reveal a winding staircase that followed up.

This was the first place she showed him of the castle.

He ran up the stairs, his hand on the sword, making sure it didn’t scrape the wall.

“Princess!” Jason yelled as he got to the top of the stairs. As his leather boots hit the top of the stairs he saw the room lay empty.

The room was a small library, filled with memorable books, for both of them. The room was not big by any means, its height was barely seven feet high and there were four bookcases. One is on opposite sides of the room and another is standing 3 feet from the wall. It was packed so full of books that they had to push books on top of the ones already taking place. Then, in the middle of the room were two long couches, neither of them matching, but they both liked how comfy they were.

One faced the door, while the other faced the window.

“Princess?” Jason asked again as he tried to catch his breath.

Whenever Jason would say ‘princess’ it never seemed like a title, it seemed like a name reserved for her, and only her. One that held deep meaning.

He heard sniffling, then he saw her hair start to peak over the top of the closest couch. “Jay, why-” She began to say, but she started to cry again.

His heart broke. He was supposed to protect from this.

Without hesitating, he walked over to her and saw her curled into the arm of the couch. Her arms hid her face as she tried to stop crying, half of her dress’s skirt cascading off the couch.

She looked like a fallen angel.

He wanted to scream, yell at the top of his lungs at the Queen and King for diminishing his princess down to this level. He wanted to break walls, break knuckles, he wanted everything to break.

He was so angry that he was shaking, but he couldn’t be. And he shouldn’t be angry.

After all, all he was was a lowly guard with a princess.

Both of them should be overjoyed with the news. The guard should be happy with his duties as her knight will soon end, and the princess should be happy that she will be a queen and bear children for her new husband.

But, neither of them are happy. Both knowing that the princess will be stuck in an unhappy marriage, one where the King will make sure that she has no say in his kingdom.

That’s what tradition said anyway.

The princess had so much to offer, she had so much vital knowledge, she really could change the kingdom for the better, but no, tradition didn’t allow it.

Jason put his arms around her form and sat her up so she could lay on Jason’s chest. She then lost all of her composure. She began to cry harder as she gripped Jason.

As he held her, Jason began praying to every god, to every star, to every ancestor that everything would change. How Jason wished he could take her away from everything so they could be happy. How their lives will be free of worry and turmoil.

“I’m so sorry,” Jason said as he wrapped his arms tighter around her form. She pressed her face closer to Jason’s neck. Her tears streamed down his skin.

It made him sick.

Jason wasn’t going to even try to lie to her, she was too smart for that.

She clutched Jason harder. The truth seemed to burn her.

Jason began to rub her back as she cried.

“I’m so sorry.”

They lay in silence as her sobs wracked her body.

“Jason.” She whimpered out.

“Yes, princess?” He said softly.

“Make me forget.” She said as her grip loosened.

“Are you sure?” Jason asked as he leaned back.

She nodded, her eyes red and her cheeks wet with tears.

“Okay, let’s go,” Jason said as he lifted her up.

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The silver sword reflected the gleaming lights through the tops of the trees. It clashed with Jason’s as he gritted his teeth. He pushed forward and jumped back. Their swords slide off one another’s.

The princess watched as Jason’s eyes calculated her every move.

“Don’t go soft on me.” She said as she walked in a circle with Jason on the other side. Her sword raised, ready for his attacks.

“I was going to say the same for you.” He said with a smirk. He knew that would make her mad.

“Oh, now you are going to get it.” She said as she jumped forward swinging her sword down towards him.

Y/N and Jason did their “forgetting time” deep into the woods. Jason taught Y/N how to sword fight when they were ten when she said how she liked watching the knights train. She loved how they were so coordinated and how “pretty their swords” were.

Jason, seeing no problem with her learning, taught her. Even at a young age, Jason thought that tradition saying women couldn’t learn sword fighting because it was “for men”--was dumb, anyone had the power to hold a sword, and he was going to make sure his princess was going to learn.

The princess was now changed into Jason’s old clothes. Old worn-out boots and dark green patched pants and a ruby shirt.

He loved when she would wear his clothes.

She swung her sword then quickly changed the direction of her sword and went for Jason’s hand. She hit his covered hand and made him drop his sword, using his open state, she brought her sword to his neck.

He stopped moving immediately and put his hands up in surrender. “Please take mercy on me, I’m just a lowly bread maker.” He said in a high-pitched tone. They both laughed.

Jason smiled, he was happy that she was beginning to forget.

She dropped her sword back to her side, “Thank you, Jay.”

Jason leaned down and picked up his. “It’s my pleasure princess.” He said as he stood back up with a wink.

“No, I meant for,” she stopped, she couldn’t find her words, “For everything. From when we were children till now. Thank you. I honestly don’t think I could live without you. I think if I didn’t have you in my life, I would have given up.” She stated as her voice wavered near the end of her sentence. She gazed at the ground, unsure to look at Jason.

The breeze rustled the lush green leaves around them, the light shimmering through the treetops flickering on the dirt floor.

Jason thought, then acted. He went over in steady strides and put his arms around his princess. He put his cheek on the top of her head as she melted into him.

They have both known each other for so long that they could talk through their eyes, through movements, touch, and this was a whole conversation between the two of them.

“Thank you.”

“We will figure this out.”

“But, what if we can’t?”

“Well, we are, besides, I am your knight in shining armor, right?”

Both of them lingered there in each other's embrace. Neither one wanted to let go, this was the most stable the princess felt all week, and she was not going to let go first.

“Let’s go to the lake,” Jason said as he let his arms slack, but still around her.

“But, it’s not dark yet.” She said as she looked up at him.

“So? The lake is still pretty.” Jason said with a smile, she mirrored.

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“I can’t find any flat rocks!” The princess yelled out to Jason who was farther down the lakeshore.

“I got some!” He yelled back.

The princess and her guard were barefoot as the sand coated their feet. Both of their pant legs rolled up to their knees.

If anyone saw how the princess was not properly dressed, showing the world half her bare leg, they would kill themselves in shame.

But, Jason didn’t make a big deal out of it.

He thought it was rude and disrespectful for people to try and sexualize every single body part of a woman.

Not a very popular opinion.

“Oh, Jay! It’s a fish!” The princess yelled out and pointed into the lake. Jason stood up from leaning into the sand and saw her gleeful face.

He smiled to himself.

These moments are when Jason wishes to see for the rest of his life. To see his princess so happy, enjoying life, being carefree, and forgetting the storm back home.

Jason wishes that he were a prince every day, he wishes he has the power as a royal, he wishes he had the resources of a royal, he wishes he was the one who was betrothed to her, not some prince from Jacobs.

Jason wishes for these things, not for selfish reasons, well, not entirely selfish, but he wishes he had the power of a royal so his princess wouldn’t have to stress every day.

He wishes for the resources of a royal because he wants to help those who helped him as a child. He remembers every single kind gesture, word, and kind hand that was given to him as a child, and he wishes that he could repay everyone.

He wishes that he was the one betrothed to his princess because he loved her so much.

There was this small sliver of hope in him, the hope that maybe the world is changing, and that princesses will be seen as more than a potential “business transaction”, and if he were a prince, he could prove this to her.

As a king, Jason would work with her on every deal, invite her to meetings, have her opinion on every single law.

That was another thing he never truly understood with this society, of how every meeting held in the kingdom was only with men. The queen was never included in any meeting, she was mostly used for gaining the kingdom’s support.

Jason would never put his wife to such a minuscule level.

Again, it was not a very popular opinion.

When Jason was thirteen, he attended his first war briefing. They spoke of the raging war on how the kingdom was trying to get more ground out on the southern border. The other kingdom was trying to take over land for years, and the King had enough and declared war.

Jason still remembers the faces on everyone’s face when Jason spoke up and stated a battle tactic.

The shock, the horror, the pure anger of how a thirteen-year-old spoke out of turn and disrespected the king.

Only Jason didn’t know that he disrespected anyone.

He was so used to speaking with the princess as an equal and as an ally, that he treated the meeting as a conversation with the princess, a grave mistake.

Jason was reprimanded sternly and was punished for a week. Jason spent 2 weeks in the hospital after the week was done.

The princess was outraged that they did that to Jason. She said that they had no right to do that to him.

She said that it was his kingdom too and that every voice matters, no matter who the owner was.

That single statement shocked the country. The young princess spoke so strongly about something, so far out of her years as a thirteen-year-old.

The princess spent an entire month in her room, so upset with her father for doing that to Jason, and just simply saying that “he had to learn” angered her to no end.

It was then that she chose to take every princess’s duty seriously. No more playing around, she was going to rule this country and she was going to do it her way. She was going to watch this country flourish under her rule and she was going to do it, where Jason will forever be safe.

And, what no one knew about that battle tactic, was that it was the princess’ idea, and it helped them to win the war, not more than two weeks later.

As Jason neared his princess, he saw the little fish quickly disappear into the deep blue lake.

“Aw, you missed it, it was so cute!” She said as she looked back at him.

His hands were full of rocks, “Sorry, I bet the little guy was adorable.” Jason said as he tried to get some hair out of his face by blowing it away.

“He was the cutest.” She laughed, while Jason still had trouble trying to push his hair out of the way, still unable to use his hands since they were full of rocks.

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but he lightly gasped instead.

The princess lifted her hand up to his hair and ran her fingers through it. Jason stiffed immediately as his mind tried to catch up to what was happening.

Her cool fingers, still damp from the lake, pushed his hair back from his forehead and she continued moving forward until they were lost in his thick black hair.

He wanted to close his eyes and relish in her hands in his hair. He wanted to feel her hands in his, to feel her soft skin on him.

He was ready to drop all the rocks on the ground and grab her and kiss her until they were both breathless. He was ready to hold her body close to him, wanting to feel her every perfection.

Her body was a temple, everything she hated about it, he loved two times over. He thought she was perfect at every angle, body and mind.

He wanted to love her and show her how he felt, he wanted her, and only her.

He wanted to burn under her touch and never leave.

Then, he snapped out of it.

He returned back to the present in an instant as her hands finished running through his hair.

“You were having some trouble there.” The princess grinned as she turned back to the water, the sun slowly beginning to set.

“Than-thank you.” Jason coughed. He had to get a grip. His heart was still pounding in his chest.

He loved his princess dearly, but he swears one day she is going to kill him.

“Can I have a rock, I think I can skip it now.” She said with a smile and looked at his pile of rocks held in his arms.

“Uh, sure. Pick one.” Jason said, his mind still not 100% there.

“Hm, how about this one?” She said as she picked up a flat, dark green rock. “I bet I can get it farther than yours.” She challenged as Jason picked up one from his pile.

“Oh, are we getting cocky now?” Jason countered.

“I think I am. Ready, set, go!” She said as they both released their rocks. Each skipping and creating ripples in the lake. The bright oranges and yellows mix in the water’s reflection.

The rocks skipped together and they kept getting closer to one another before they hit and sank.

“Woah, they were far,” Jason said as he squinted trying to gauge where the rocks went.

“I think that was both our best!” The princess exclaimed as she turned back to Jason.

SNAP!

Then both of them sharply turned their heads to the sounds of breaking branches and talking in the forest.

“Get behind me,” Jason said as he pushed her behind him, an instinct ingrained into his head.

Jason listened as he tried to hear how many voices there were, only knowing they were male.

“If it gets bad, I want you to run,” Jason whispered to Y/N.

“What! I’m not leaving-”

“Yes you are,” Jason said sternly.

The princess knew when to stop when Jason became like this. On edge, the balance of fight and protect. She’s only seen him really fight for their lives about five times in her life, and each time it was horrifying.

How he was so precise in his hits, how hard his eyes became, overcame with war and death. She would never admit it, but when he became so unhinged like that, it scared her.

Everything she loved about Jason was replaced by a cold warrior, ready for bloodshed.

The voices became more clearer as Jason moved more in front of his princess, he reached for his sword but grabbed nothing.

He swore under his breath, he put his sword by his boots, about 10 paces from where they were.

Jason wasn’t a bad fighter when it came to hand-to-hand combat, he was ranked as the top 5 in the knighthood, but he was only that good because he could think clearly and wasn’t worried about the life of the one he loves.

One misstep and he could be killed and the princess left defenseless.

Jason knew she wasn’t weak, he was training with her, preparing her for a moment like this, but lately, all they have been doing is sword fighting, nothing he has done prepared her for now.

Dread ate away at Jason as he saw two figures, their identities concealed by the dark woods, then, the sun fell behind the tops of the trees on the other side of the lake.

Complete darkness will soon overfall them all.

“Kon, what if we run into them?” Someone asked, their voice uneasy.

“We won’t.” the other male said honestly as the two unknown figures pushed through the brush and emerged from the woods.

A breath of release was let out by both the princess and Jason but was quickly replaced with two shrieks.

“WE AREN’T DOING ANYTHING!” Tim screamed as he pushed Conner back into the treeline. His face was completely red and Conner groaned as half of his body was in the bushes.

“Uh, okay,” Jason said as he stood up higher, relaxing at his younger brother.

“IT WAS KON’S IDEA!” The newest Robin shouted as he pointed at the bewildered Conner as he tried to get out of the bushes. Tiny leaves all over his black hair, freshly cut.

Conner was a great friend of Tim, they hit it off very quickly and were seen together constantly.

Although, to contrast, the good nature of the two men, was their mentors. Bruce always seems to have a vendetta against the kind and happy Knight Kent. (Which Jason and Y/N laughed about constantly.)

“Okay.” The Y/N said as she peeked behind Jason, equally confused as Jason. The two knights always seemed so collected, but now they both seemed baffled.

“Princess!” Kon yelled as he covered his eyes, followed quickly by the red-faced Tim.

Jason and Y/N shared a look, then looked down at what she was wearing. Neither of them seemed to have a problem until it clicked.

Her legs.

Jason rolled his eyes, “Grow up.” He said under his breath as Jason got down on his knees and began to pull down the princess’s pant legs.

His hard hands seemed gentle as they lightly brushed against her damp skin.

The princess wanted to feel his hands on her skin more, to feel his tender hands on her legs, her arms, her body. She wanted to savor his warm touch forever, she wanted to close her eyes and feel him. Just him, for hours.

Then, Jason began to stand back up, unaware of how a simple act such as that made the princess fall into a frenzy.

“Here, I’ll get you a jacket,” Jason said as he walked over to his boots, ready to get his horse that was tied to the trees. Jason was always prepared, having medical equipment, weapons, maps, compasses, and extra clothes with him at all times.

Jason said that Bruce instilled the need of being prepared into him when he was eight.

“Are you proper yet?” Conner said as he tried to feel around to stand up. Tim is still blushing madly.

“No, I’m naked.” The princess said with a smirk.

Both men screamed again. Conner stood up so fast that his head hit Tim’s and they both fell back holding their heads, groaning.

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The three knights and the princess sat in a circle around a fire. The sun setting hours before and letting the stars take their place in the sky. The sounds of owls and night creatures scurrying around surround them as the cold settles in.

The princess was now wearing Jason’s jacket and it swallowed her entirely, and again, Jason was a goner.

They sat, conversations effortlessly sewed between them.

They were still at the lake, the princess not wanting to leave, and neither did the others. So they all opted to stay and have dinner.

(Which Jason had packed)

“So, why were you guys out here anyway?” Y/N asked as she picked away at the meat on the bone of a wing.

Conner and Tim stilled, “Looking for you” “Hiding.”

They looked at one another, silent messages between the two.

“Should we ask again when you two have your stories straight?” Jason asked as he drank the last of his water, a knowing look.

The two guards sighed, their faces contorted a grimace.

The two of them had a secret, one that is horrible. If anyone were to find out, they both may be thrown out of the knighthood and beat to death.

This was a serious matter, and for the crown princess to be sitting less than three feet from them was horrifying. They felt sick to their stomach, ready to drown in the lake.

The princess picked up on how reserved they were being, noticing how their feet seemed to gravitate to one another.

“If you don’t want us to know, or if you don’t want me to know, I will not press the matter,” Y/N said with a small smile.

She knew what it was like to have a secret and not want anyone to know, but also that undying need for the entire world to know.

She glanced at Jason.

“No, um,” Conner tried to speak as his leg began to bounce.

The younger knights didn’t know what to do.

They liked the princess, very much so. They held her in their greatest respect, but there was still that nagging fear, the dread of being rejected.

The anxiety, the utter panic of being name called, to be banished, to be killed, was crippling.

Their minds swam for an answer.

Should they tell the princess now? Or wait until they are both adults? Would keeping the secret longer make the punishments worse? Or, would it not matter in the end?

Jason watched the two, wanting to find out how to help them, not sure what to do.

Jason loved Tim, even though Tim took his spot of Robin after him, which ticked him off to be honest, but, seeing Tim so happy, so energetic about being Robin, made all of his anger subside.

Jason was an older brother and having Tim look up to him was a burden, but he was overjoyed that someone looked up to him.

Jason will always make sure that his little brother will be safe, Jason would take a sword for Tim, and Tim would do the same.

Their brotherly bond was strong, and Tim was terrified of breaking it.

Jason’s judgment was what scared Tim the most, not the end result. Tim doesn’t think he could live if Jason rejected him.

“We were-we-uh” Tim began to speak. His voice cracked and he was wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.

“Tim,” Kon said as he looked at Tim, his eyes, desperate.

Tim nodded, Kon, mirrored.

“We were trying to get away,” Tim said, his gaze on the fire, only the fire.

“We were too.” Y/N said as she tried to make them feel more comfortable.

“No, um, not like you guys. Well, actually maybe, seeing how you were earlier.” Tim rambled.

“We were trying to get away from prying eyes,” Kon said as he took Tim’s hand.

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh, um, well, I’m glad you could get away,” Y/N said as she addressed the two knights.

“No, you don’t understand, we are-” Tim started.

“No, we understand. I’m happy for you two, but Kon, I swear I will stab you if you hurt Tim.” Jason said as he leaned forward and threatened Conner.

The two knights let out a long sigh of relief, they gripped each other's hands tighter.

Hope blossoming in their chests.

They leaned their heads together, the exgustation of anxiety subsiding.

“You guys are so cute,” Y/N said as she looked at the young couple, her chin in the palm of her hand.

As she said those words, she wished that Jason and she could be like that. She wished she could hold his hand and say three simple words to him.

But, she was so unlucky to be born a princess, and fall in love with someone so kind, so smart, so funny, and so perfect.

She will never be able to show that type of affection towards Jason, especially if she continues down the road she is going down. The one of marriage to someone she doesn’t love.

“Thank you for your approval, it means a lot,” Tim said as he looked at Jason and Y/N.

“Of course, besides, your relationship is not much different from others. The only difference with yours is that people think their opinions matter, and voice it.” The princess stated while Jason nodded in agreement.

“I’m just upset you didn’t tell me sooner,” Jason said as he put his legs out towards the fire, the cold around them creeping in.

“Well, we-” Tim began to try to speak.

“But, I understand.” Jason smiled.

The other knights copied.

“Oh princess, I know today really sucked,” Kon said as the princess curled further into herself, “but the annual festival is coming. They came early, “excited” to congratulate you on your…”

He knew better than to continue on.

The festival was a big event. There were lavish parties, where social classes were forgotten, fun carnival games, circuses, and lastly, fireworks. The princess lived for the festival, it was a week full of no royal titles, lessons, and responsibilities.

“Thank you for the news, I’m excited.” The princess said sadly.

The cold wind around them whipped around, the freezing cold air brought the princess’ words to a hooded figure in the dark.

They watched the four young adults.

They watched the longing looks between the guard and the princess, realizing that an opportunity had finally come.

They smiled under the hood, one that makes blood run cold.

A/N: I hope you liked chapter two! It was honestly pretty sad tbh. Anyway, I hope everyone picked up on the symbolism! :)

(Tell me what you think it was, and I’ll tell you if you are right. Hint: There are two points of symbolism)

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The Guard and the Princess

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Knight!Jason x Princess!fem!reader

WC: 4,200

Warnings: mutual pinning and feels, low spice(?)

Playlist

Synopsis:

The Princess of Noreska, the heir to one of the most powerful thrones in the world. Know for her beauty, elegance, and grace. Little do they know she is one of the most stubborn, unladylike, princess anyone has ever met. But, for some reason, her guard loves that about her, a grave mistake for the both of them. But what happens when she is going to debut into society and soon to be married? Especially when tension is already high with reports of anarchy to the crown.

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The guard’s footsteps echoed across the marble floor. The early morning light casting window pane shadows against the doors on his left. The smell of fresh eggs and fruits wafted through the air.

The guard did not care in the least, he knew what task lay before him. He dreaded it every morning, everyone in the castle heard the screams of incoherent words and words no princess should be saying.

What is this task?

Waking up the princess.

Jason sighed deeply as he stood outside of the large mahogany doors.

He began to mentally prepare himself for his task, still tired from the night before.

Every morning to get the princess up, was a battle, and not in the metaphor type.

Jason has seen war. He has had to fight on the front lines many times since he was twelve, much to the dismay of the princess.

But this? Waking up the princess? Was in a category all on its own.

Jason should not be the one to wake her up. It was against social etiquette for an unmarried man and woman to see the other in such a state of vulnerability.

It should be her maids who wake her up and get her ready, not her guard who wakes her.

The only reason why he had to do this was that the princess made so many maids quit. And the stories of why they quit would circle in the kingdom, the King and Queen did NOT need another scandal from the princess.

Jason put his hand on the hilt of his sword. He might need to use it, he’s had to use it before to wake up the princess.

Neither of them spoke about that incident.

When Jason was a “guard” and not a knight, he only wore leather protection around him. He found out very quickly that the princess will bolt at any moment and use his knight suit against him as it weighs him down too much to keep up.

Jason left his hand to come up to the door and knock. He knew she wouldn’t come to the door, but at this point, it was a tradition.

“Princess?” He said softly. He angled his head to the door, hoping to hear her say something, but knowing she wouldn’t.

With no reply, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His heart can’t keep taking her jump scares every morning. One day she will kill him with fright and give a speech at his funeral which would make Jason want to come alive again just to make her stop her nonsense, (which she would be laughing at).

Jason’s hand still on his sword opened the door slowly, listening intently to every movement. “Princess?”

He stepped lightly in, ready for an attack. The room was dark. The drapes are still over the windows, no surprise to Jason.

He stepped farther into the room and past the protection of the door. The light from the outside was the only way for him to see inside.

The princess had a large room, a rectangle in shape. Directly on the other side of the door were two large glass doors leading to a balcony overlooking the forest. To the left of the door by the wall, was her large canopy bed. Light pink drapes are held to the bedposts by golden ropes. Then, opposite to the bed were bookshelves, stuffed full of every author she ever loved. She would often have Jason read to her as they lay on the two couches by the fireplace that was in between the two wall-length bookshelves.

He looked at the bed, to see a jumble of bedsheets and what looks like someone was still sleeping. Jasons sighed in relief.

No attack, he thought.

“Ha!” Someone yelled behind him.

But, he was wrong.

Jason grabbed his sword as a bedsheet was thrown over him and two arms circled his waist and pushed him to the ground with the attacker still on top of him.

“You fall for that every time!” The princess laughed out as Jason played limp.

“Yes, because I keep thinking that you will pity me enough to stop this encounter every morning,” Jason said giving the princess a look from under the sheet.

“Well, I do have to keep you on your toes. Make sure that your skills as my guard are still in tip-top shape.” She laughed.

“Yes, I appreciate you testing my skills,” Jason said sarcastically.

“My pleasure,” Y/N said in her royal tone.

They both laugh.

“Can I get up now your highness?” Jason asked as the princess still sat on his chest.

“I don’t know, I think this is your punishment for not being a very good knight.” The Princess said as she pretended to weigh her options. Her finger on her chin, from what Jason could make out of from her silhouette.

“Being your guard is punishment enough,” Jason said with a smirk.

The princess gasped as he felt a pillow hit his face.

He laughed as she kept hitting him.

“That’s not funny!” The princess shouted, which only made him laugh more.

Jason then thought of an idea. His hands came from under the sheet and grabbed the princess’s hands and made her drop the pillow from surprise. Jason then sat up with the princess sliding down to his lap, his head coming up from the sheet. Finally able to see the princess clearly.

His heart stopped.

She was beautiful. Her hair was still unbrushed from sleep, her cheeks flushed from laughing, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Her plump lips holding a smile, one that always makes Jason’s knees weak.

She kept laughing as Jason still had a fun smile on his lips. After years of being hypnotized by her personality, wit, and beauty, he was used to hiding his internal turmoil.

He had to keep chanting in his head, I am her guard, nothing more. Never more.

“Oh yes, I should definitely tell Knight Wayne of this predicament,” Y/N said playing along.

“Jason, you’re no fun anymore.” She laughed as his grip loosened.

“Oh, am I not? Are you going to have to take it up with my superiors?” Jason suggested as his grip left hers completely and his hands were put behind him for support.

“Oh please, Bruce would have to do a double-take on that one,” Jason said as he rolled his eyes.

His adoptive father was the general of the Noriska army. He is world-renowned for his battle tactics and rigorous training of future knights. That was what he was known for, not humor.

Although, under all of that brain and seriousness Bruce had a heart. And that heart was what brought Jason to the princess.

Bruce found Jason when he was six and was trying to steal the gold trimmings off his horse. Surprised by the young kid’s audacity, Burce adopted the orphaned Jason, not more than a week later.

Bruce said that Jason had potential and was soon being trained to be the next Robin from Dick Grayson, the first Robin.

The students/sons of Bruce were called Robins because Dick said that’s what his mother used to call him as he was in the Romanian Circus. Bruce, not wanting to crush young Dick’s spirit, allowed the nickname, and because Bruce thought it was a fitting name for little knights learning how to “fly”.

Which was a very cute form of saying that they will soon be the best knights this country has seen.

Jason was only eight when he became the Princess’ guard.

Why so young? That was the princess’ doing.

She would evade every single guard she had, young, old, male, female, and even Dick Grayson. Or just insult them until they quit, like Dick.

Even the famous knight Bruce Wayne had trouble keeping up the eight-year-old princess.

The King and Queen were terrified for the young princess not having a guard. They were worried that she would get herself into trouble, kidnapped, or anything else that was equally terrible.

Bruce didn’t know what to do, that is until Jason accompanied him to the palace one day. Jason was eight, going on nine when he first met the royal family. He was mesmerized by everything he saw, he’s never seen such wealth before.

Bruce and Jason were in the throne room talking and introducing Jason to the royal family when the princess’ guard (of 6 hours) came in and quit, followed by a smiling princess who skipped up to her throne.

Jason fell for her instantly.

Her dress had mud stains, tears, and her hair was a mess. Leaves, flowers, and thorns stuck every which way, but it wasn’t her appearance that made young Jason head over heels, it was her eyes.

He had never seen someone with such vibrant eyes. Eyes filled with life, hope, mischief, and love. Where he grew up, everyone had eyes of pain and loss. At the Knight’s training ground, everyone had eyes of past horrors of war, arrogance, or power.

He had never seen such a beautiful soul.

She was in love too.

Jason tried to introduce himself to the young princess, but ended up saying a string of words, “Uh, hello, I’m princess- NO WAIT! I’m Knight-no-robin Wayne. NO! I’m Robin Todd.” Jason blabbered to the young girl.

She only laughed, she had never met someone so normal. Everyone she was around would bow and speak words of sureness and formalities.

As Bruce eyed the young children, he noticed how the princess wasn’t trying to escape from the room, and how she would sit still and smiled at the red-faced Jason.

He had never seen her so invested. She would try to escape every meeting or every time she would see Bruce, she would try to insult his honor.

Then, halfway through the meeting, he noticed how the children were no longer there. The palace looked for them for hours and never found them. Then, after dusk, the princess and Jason were seen walking side by side and laughing.

The next day, Jason was made her guard.

Now the young children were young adults. Jason was almost nineteen while the princess was still eighteen. They have known each other for almost over a decade, and still, their feelings never wavered but only deepened.

It was painful for them both.

“Your favorite was made today,” Jason said as he looked longing at her.

“Really, so early in the summer?” She asked surprised. Usually, her favorite breakfast was only made in the winter.

His mind entering dangerous territory. The territory of pretending to be normal. He would allow his mind to wander and pretend that he wasn’t her guard, but her prince.

Little did he know, she would pretend that she was no princess at all, but a simple peasant, finally able to love him.

“Apparently there is to be a special announcement made today,” Jason said as he moved so she would be more comfortable on his lap.

Then, he looked down at what she was wearing. He blushed.

“Princess!” Jason shouted as he closed his eyes and turned away.

She was still in her nightgown. Doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen her in it, or how she would say that she doesn’t care about social etiquette and that she trusts him. Seeing her so vulnerable like that, in such sheer clothing, he could not handle.

He never looked to where he shouldn’t, he was a gentleman after all, but seeing her collarbone was enough to send him into a coma.

“What?” Y/N asked pretending to be oblivious, both Jason and she knew differently.

“Princess,” Jason said threatening, his eyes still closed tight. He started to gently push her off, but she didn’t want this moment to end. She wanted to be as close as possible to him.

Oh, how she craves for his touch daily, how she craves to hear his voice, how she craves to be loved by him and only him. Oh, how she craves him.

With age, she’s been more open about her actions. How she traps him in her room morning and night, how she traps him in the library with her, forcing him to be with her.

She loves every moment with Jason. She loved how he made her laugh, how they talked about nonsense forever, how he makes her feel safe and normal.

She wishes she was normal every day of her life, and every day of her life, she’s gifted with Jason.

“Hm,” She hummed as she sat closer to him.

“Princess,” he said more sternly. Which only made her grin.

His calloused hands touched her bare arms. She shivered.

Jason never yelled at her or even raised his voice. He thought she had enough of that from the palace and their strict rules set upon her.

Rules he thought were nonsense. He thought that princesses should be able to live as freely as princes, but the world thought otherwise.

And he knew how cruel the world is.

“I know what you are doing.” He said lowly. She leaned forward towards him, out of instinct.

“Oh, do you?” She said as she place her hand on his chest. If Jason wasn’t wearing his leather armor, she would feel how his heart was racing.

“Yes, and you need to cut it out,” Jason said sternly.

His mind was dipping into dangerous territory, territory he should not be thinking of right now. Especially not now.

“Jason, like I said,” her hand slipped up to lightly trace the scar on his jaw, he gulped, “you are no fun.” She pouted and started to stand up.

Jason let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, but his eyes still lay closed.

“See you later,” Jason said quickly as he stumbled out of the room, feeling for the door, then slamming it behind him, leaving a laughing princess.

He leaned against the outside of the door with his eyes still shut. The image of her burning into his mind. His breathing was still quick with adrenaline.

He can’t keep doing this.

Pretending not to want her close, pretending to not want to touch her, he can’t.

“Woah, I haven’t seen you this red since you at the Jalapeño pepper.” Someone said.

Jason let out a yell and opened his eyes to see his older adoptive brother.

“Jesus Dick,” Jason said clutching his chest.

“Oh, I see, princess troubles...again,” Dick said with a knowing smirk.

Jason really hated him sometimes.

The guard stood up straight and put his hand back on his sword, a habit he now has.

“If you really must know, yes,” Jason said as he straightened himself out.

Dick let out a laugh. “You guys are so cute.”

Jason gave him a look. “Don’t say those things, someone would hear you and talk.” He warned. Although to contrast his statement, he loved hearing of someone thinking that the princess and he are perfect together.

It was the inner romantic of him to think that someone thought that they were made for each other.

Dick shrugged, “Eh, they already do.”

Jason’s mouth went to a straight line, two could play at this game, “So, you and Barabra huh?”

Dick flushed, “How did you hear about that!”

“People talk.” Jasons said, but really it was his younger brother Tim, the newest Robin, who snitched.

Barbara and Dick have known each other since they were young, her father, General Gorden, was the previous General before Bruce.

And Barabra always wanted to be a knight, and against social norms, she was training to be the first female knight. Y/N was one of her biggest supporters. Y/N was also the reason why Barbara was even able to train, no one goes against the royal say.

Barabra was always the one who challenged Dick with everything he did, which ultimately lead them to be soon-to-be lovers. (Jason and Y/N thought it was adorable and always teased them both). (Though, Jason does say she could do better than Dick.)

Suddenly, the door behind Jason opened, both knights looked behind them.

She was now properly dressed, though, with the look of anything but happy.

“Good morning Princess Y/N,” Dick said as he bowed.

Dick was always more for formalities than Jason. Besides, Y/N quickly put a stop to Jason referring to her as his superior in any way shape, or form.

“Good morning.” She said back with a smile.

Jason moved to the side as she passed him to move toward Dick. Jason moved to where he was stationed behind her, his arms locked to his sides, his military-style stance.

(Which the princess loved to break.)

“I heard a little birdy tell me that there is a very special announcement to be made at breakfast,” Dick said as he raised back to his height.

“Could you please share what this information is?” She asked with a smile.

Dick pretended to ponder his options, “No, it’s best to be a surprise. I think you will very much like it.” Dick said with a wink.

Dick was known for his flirtatious tendencies, and Y/N didn’t mind it. She thought it was humorous, and she liked seeing Jason squirm with jealously.

This piqued her interest.

“I have to go now princess, but,” he kissed her hand, “enjoy your morning.” He leaned back to his height and then walked down the hall to his knightly duties.

“Do you know what the announcement is?” Y/N asked as they began walking to breakfast.

“I don’t, but I know it has to do with your status,” Jason said as he kept one step behind her.

“Walk with me.” She said sternly slowing down. She hated when Jason would do that, lower himself from her, following status etiquette.

She hated all of these rules. She hated how they divided people, how people couldn’t even look at one another because of status.

“I can’t,” Jason said slowing down as well. He had to keep that mindset of being below her, if he actually did follow through with her orders, he would die trying to lower himself back down. He wouldn’t be able to live without her.

Which is the same reason why the princess kept trying to get Jason up to her level.

Even though Y/N was not ladylike, or take all of her princess duties as seriously as she should, she did want to be Queen. Not for the power, the titles, the parties, no, but for the possibilities.

Y/N wanted to rewrite every law, she wanted to change social norms, she wanted to change her kingdom, for the better.

That was one of the many reasons why Jason loved her so much.

She was a world changer, and he couldn’t be more proud to know such a powerful woman. And for her to treat him as an equal, by such a woman, made him feel things so deep and powerful, he didn’t know how to describe them, other than love.

They walked down the lavish marble steps and towards the dining room. The warm smells of breakfast getting stronger and the soft whispers of talking lay hidden behind the doors.

Jason was used to the slowing of the princess’ steps as she edged closer to her family. He knew of the arguments that left her crying herself to sleep for the countless nights, he was there for every argument that left her fuming for hours. Jason saw it all, and all of it made his heart ache.

Y/N never saw eye to eye with her family. Her family was raised on tradition and followed every rule there was, and they tried to have their daughter follow the same path, which did not work. Y/N was never one to submit, especially from “peer pressure from the dead” (as she liked to call tradition).

Again, another reason why Jason was so entranced by her.

Y/N stood in front of the door, battling her inner demons. She lay her hand on the doorknob, almost pushing forward, she stopped.

Her hand trembled.

The reason why she trembled so much was because she was terrified of the announcement. It was never good when her parents had an announcement, especially if it involved her status. It always meant her being suffocated and slowly dying from the inside. Her duties choking the life out of her.

Jason leaned forward and placed his hand on hers. His warmth from his chest pressed against her back and his hand covered hers completely.

Silent messages are shared between them.

“I’m here.”

She took a deep breath in and pushed forward. Jason shrunk behind her, making sure no one in the room knew of their close contact.

A guard should never be that close to their princess.

The room was large as it held four wall-length windows that overlooked the miles of forests and kingdom. Deep blue jacquard curtains held back by silver ropes for the sun to shine into the room. The white glossy floor led up to a roaring fireplace with a large antique clock on the mantle. The clock being in the royal family for generations.

The long table in the middle of the room holding her parents at both heads, between them, a buffet of foods. On the other middle side of the table, sat Y/N’s younger sister.

Y/N always said that her parents had another child because they were worried that Y/N would not take her duties seriously enough to take on the country. They had a backup child.

Little did they know, that Jason and Y/N would spend hours in the library, making sure every single decision she did would be the best for her country.

Those were the duties she took seriously, the ones that affected her country.

The King and Queen look up at the new arrivals, Jason walked past the princess and as he passed, he brushed his knuckles against hers.

Jason had spent so much time with her and going over laws that he was unknowingly more informed than Bruce in the laws of Noriska. He had so much knowledge that he could pass as a prince in school.

But, neither of them knew that.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He put his forearm across his chest with his hand fisted as he bowed. “My King, my Queen,” Jason spoke in a respectful and forceful tone. Showing confidence, something he learned quickly in this kingdom.

“Knight Jason, good morning.” The Queen greeted as she sipped from her cup, the King nodding in respect.

Jason stood, “Good morning.” He spoke and then stood by the other guards, next to Tim.

After Bruce learned of how well Y/N and Jason clicked, he did the same tactic with Y/N’s younger sibling. Tim and the younger heir bonded quickly, almost as close as when Y/N and Jason were younger, the only difference was that they were not unknowingly in love with one another.

Tim bowed his head to his older brother, Jason mirrored.

“Mother, father, S/N,” Y/N said as she greeted the room.

“Good morning Y/N, slept in I see.” Her father said as he looked at the clock. Judgment oozed from his tone.

The reason why the princess slept in this morning was that she and Jason were having a late-night conversation. One they would have often.

They spoke of the kingdom and of helping the poverty-stricken community, the one Jason was a part of as a child.

“Yes, I was gossiping.” She said in a sarcastic tone.

“Mind your father.” Her mother said bitterly.

She huffed.

Her father put up his hand to his wife. “Have a seat, we need to speak with you.” He said as he pointed the conversation back to safer waters.

The princess went up to her seat across from her younger sister.

Her younger sister always looked up to Y/N, much to her parents’ dismay. Her sister always looked up to her because of Y/N’s strength. How she was always carving her own path and how she was always staying true to herself. Something the younger princess wishes she could do, but even she knew that she needed to be the backup queen.

“What do you need to discuss with me?” Y/N asked as she started to pick at the food in front of her. Unknown to her, the guards of the Queen and King took a sharp intake, they knew that the princess will not take the news well.

Jason and Tim both stole a glance at the veteran soldiers, both now uneasy.

“We think you will like this news very much, darling.” The Queen said with a smile.

“Yes, it is a momentous occasion.” Her father added excitedly.

Their excitement makes Y/N’s stomach sink slowly down.

“Yes, since you are now of age, there has been much talk about you in other countries.” Her mother began.

Panic overtook the eldest princess as her fork clattered to her plate.

“What?” The princess asked.

“What your mother is trying to say is, that the prince of Jacobs has asked for your hand in marriage.”

Author’s note: I hope everyone liked chapter 1. I really wanted to move a little faster, but we needed drama and feels. But, yeah, I hope you liked it and I really wanted to focus the romance on really emotional stuff, so I hoped you all picked up on it. Plus, I’m a sucker for touch-starved characters :)

Peeping through the stacks

Jason todd x reader

Valentine’s fic

Warning: smut

I recommend the book I mentioned if you like the classics.

“I have a proposition,” Jason said and your eyebrows rose. “Not that kind. We separate. I grab you a book and you get me one. And we meet up afterwards to go to dinner to see what we got. No cheating. No following each other around. Whoever gives the better gift, wins and gets to control the rest of the night.”

“Sounds like plan. Just know Todd,” you said moving up in his space standing on your tiptoe to talk in his ear. “I’m going to crush you.”

“Only if you win, baby. Only if you win,” he said with a smirk. He opened the door to the largest used bookstore in Gotham. 3 stories with a section of just records and another of old comics, it was heaven. They even had a coffee shop in the back of the second story. You went left and he went right.

You went straight for the classics. Jason would pour over old novels for hours and his favorite were clearly dog eared. You thought about replacing them but, while he’s appreciate it, it wasn’t exactly exciting. You milled around the area, looking at books that were nice but not it. As you moved to leave the area, a section caught your eyes.

If you love the classics but need a book written in the last 50 years:

This is what you needed. A careful list of books that you like next to new books was perfect. Jason had been reading his copy of Moby Dick and talking about the hubris of man recently, heavily alluding to Bruce. You grabbed the recommended book: In the Heart of the Sea.

Now to find Jason. You had agreed to no cheating but it wasn’t really cheating to just watch him if you had already picked. He was probably in your favorite area and you walked upstairs to watch down low.

Jason was holding two books in hand and looking between them both. You felt a thrill to watch him. He almost always caught you quickly but the store with multiple patrons and levels must have thrown him off a little. He finally grabbed a book and looked directly up at you with a smirk. You threw your fist playfully. He’s certainly caught you. You came downstairs with a grin.

“I knew you were watching me. That’s cheating,” he said. You held the book behind your back as you kissed his cheek.

“It’s not cheating if I didn’t change my book,” you protested and he kissed your forehead.

“Tell yourself that. Let’s check out and then I can win,” he said, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and walking to the counter. You both laid them down, face down because you’re competitive, and paid. You carried two separate bags and held hands as you walked down to a little cafe on the corner.

The place had the coolest vibes. Fresh coffee day and night, records and music memorabilia on the wall, and a band of musician played on a tiny stage every night. Valentine’s was no exception. You found a table in the back and promptly ordered your favorites from the menu.

“Okay. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” you said with a grin.

“I thought we’d wait until tonight to do that,” Jason said with a roguish wink. “Oh, you mean the books. Yeah, let’s swap.”

You gave him his bag and he yours. It almost looked like a drug deal if it wasn’t books. You pulled out the book. A continuation of a series you loved but had a hard time finding the next parts. Jason pulled out his and read the back.

“Okay, you won,” you said with a teasing scrunch of your face. “This is really great.”

“This looks great. But you did cheat too...” he said pretending to take his time deciding. “I guess I’ll take the win. But it was pretty close, I’m not going to lie.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

“Seriously, I can’t wait to bore you with more whaling facts.”

“I’m taking it back,” you said and he laughed. “I can’t learn anymore. I’m not kidding.” Jason’s eyes smiled too and you loved the sight. He looked happy. You food arrived and a folk band started playing.

As your food dwindled and it was fully dark outside, Jason’s gaze lingered on your body. His hand sat on your knee as you talked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said randomly and you exhaled quickly with a shy smile as you looked away. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” you said, letting him pull you from the cafe and a few blocks down. Jason pulled you close and rubbed his nose against your cheek. You turned your head up to close the space between your lips. It started as soft, gentle, cute. But Jason gripped your hips and pulled you closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck and before you knew it, you were being pushed against a wall as he kissed down your throat. You made soft sounds as he nipped and kissed the sensitive skin.

“Jason,” you said breathlessly. He hummed against your skin. “Take me home. Take me home.”

You ran your hands along the muscles under his shirt as you rode behind him on the motorcycle. Jason insisted on helmets and you wished you could kiss at the back of his neck. Probably best. Your hands on his stomach were distracting enough.

Jason barely drove the bike into the parking garage of his building before pulling off his helmet and turning towards you. You did the same. Neither of you climbed off as you made out. His tongue slid in your mouth as his hands held the back of your skull in place. He reached behind him to turn it off as you kissed.

“Upstairs,” you breathed. He nodded before getting up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed his neck as you walked towards the elevator. The knee high slit in your skirt had scooted up to expose most of your thigh. Luck was on your side as no one was around to watch but security must have gotten a great show with the pair of you aggressively kissing. Jason pressed your back against the wall in the elevator as you rode up to his floor.

He carried you down the hall. You were less lucky as your elderly neighbor was sitting in the end of the hallway as she always did everyday. She’d watch the sunset and people watch everyone coming home from work or school. She giggled and looked away. Jason put you down the second you both realized and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I was married once. Happy Valentine’s,” she said with a big smile looking out the window. Jason quickly pulled you in the apartment.

“I forgot about her,” he said. “Gross part is that she’s probably thinking about her dead husband and all the times he used to rail her.”

You glared at Jason. “That’s.... so gross. Why? Like you ruined it. Your dirty mouth.”

“I can get it a little dirtier,” he said with a wink but ruined by bursting into laughter. “Like do old people blow each other? Can their hips bend that much? I know their knees are bad. What age did they have to give them up?”

“Shut the fuck up. That’s so gross,” you said putting you hand over his mouth and he laughed before pulling you close.

“You look really pretty tonight. I forgot to tell you because I kept staring at you,” he said with a soft look. He bent and kissed you sweetly. Not rushed or hard like earlier. He slowly pulled you to the bedroom. You pulled each other’s clothing off as you walked. Shirt here. Pants there.

“Thank you. You look good too,” you said as you pulled the bedroom door closed. Jason rolled his eyes. He never agreed with you but had given up on arguing.

Jason pulled you on top of him in bed. His nose ran up your throat until his lips met yours. He was slow and deliberate in his movement. His hands roamed your body as you moved your legs to straddle him. You didn’t bother teasing either of you but instead sunk down on him.

“Princess,” he breathed with closed eyes. You sat for just a moment, get used to him, before starting to move. You bent at the waist to give him long deep sloppy kisses. “Baby,” he pleaded before you started moving.

“Remember, I won,” Jason said.

“Yeah,” you asked with a grin. “What do you want, Jaybird?”

“This. Keep riding me. You look so good,” he said breathlessly. His hands gripped your hips as you bounced. He grimaced as you swirled your hips. “Fuck!”

“Oh we like that,” you commented. He chuckled distractedly. Jason pulled you down to where he could kiss and nip at your chest. You whined as he took your nipple in his mouth. He let go with a loud smack.

“Mmm someone seems to like that,” he quipped. You pressed yourself back towards his face and he chuckled against your skin before giving your breasts the attention you wanted.

“I love your Valentine’s gift. You’re so thoughtful,” you said breathlessly. Jason looked up at you confused.

“Yeah no problem. Is now the time?” He asked with his eyes half closed and mouth open as he breathed heavily. His hips jumped to meet yours and he reached a hand down to rub circles on your clit. You moaned loudly and he smiled as he watched you come undone. He thrust your faster to finish with you. You both moved together jumpily as you buried your head in his neck. You breathed for a few second before softly kissing his lips.

“I seriously loved today,” you said.

“Yeah, I’m glad. Me too. Surprised that no one call-“ Jason started before his phone rang and he sighed. “At least we finished. I’ve got to take this,” he said and you rolled off and curled in the blanket. He answered the phone as he threw on boxer briefs. He looked at you wistfully as he talked. It sounded important.

“My source said Black Mask is getting a shipment early this morning so I’ve got to go. We can’t have those guns on the street,” Jason said after hanging up. He leaned over to give you a dizzying kiss. “I’ve got to go but here is your book and a glass of water. Don’t stay up. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“Be safe,” you said before he climbed out the window.

“Aren’t I always,” he said and you just knew he was grinning under the helmet before jumping from a 6 story window. No, you thought, no you aren’t.