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Hanging Criminals Pt 2 (Jason Todd X Brother!Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Jason Todd X Male!Reader
Universe: DC, Batman
Warnings: Mention of death and killing
Pt 1
Request: Hey are u willing to do a part 2 of hanging crimenals with the bat fam maybe jason trying too help him or some more angst if u want if not i understand thank u for your works anyway hard too find people who write for male readers on here nowadays
It had been a month since your adoptive father had pulled you from doing patrol and shoved you into intense therapy about your past before your adoption in the Wayne family. Progress was slow, mostly because you didn’t want to be there, but Bruce had managed to find either the most patient or the most persistent therapist in the field, because you still went, and on the days you didn’t want to go in, the therapist came to you. Either that, or Jason would literally drag you there.
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Imagine being Cricket's and Telly's older sibling. You're responsible but yet adventurous. Sometimes, you try to stop your little siblings' shenanigans, but other times, you join in. You fight for what you believe in, like keeping your home. You have your mom's hair color. Maybe when your little siblings get nightmares, you let them sleep with you in your bed, and in the morning, the 3 adults see it and take pictures. At grandma's house, maybe you make the attic your room since you're a teenager.
A Super Dad to the Rescue
Pairing: Superman x Male Son Reader
Notes: this post has a different format because i'm posting on my phone. And remember: REQUESTS ARE OPEN
**Summary:** On a quiet night in Metropolis, Clark Kent's young son has a nightmare. Clark transforms into Superman, not to fight a villain, but to comfort and calm his son, showing his more human side.
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The city of Metropolis was enveloped in calm and silence, with the brilliance of stars lighting up the night sky. While everyone slept, an iconic figure flew silently through the skies. Clark Kent, Superman, was back from a night on patrol, ready to rest. But before he could snuggle into bed, he heard a sob coming from his son's room.
With concern in his eyes, he silently entered the boy's room and found his son, (Y/N), lying on the bed with his face contorted in a nightmare. (Y/N) eyes opened in fear when he noticed his father's presence.
"It's okay, (Y/N)," Clark said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He took off his glasses and smiled at his son, revealing his piercing blue eyes. "It was just a nightmare. I'm here to protect you."
(Y/N) was still shaking with fear, and Clark knew he needed to do something more than words to calm the boy. He lightly touched (Y/N)'s shoulder, and with a whisper, Clark's clothes transformed into Superman's famous red and blue cape.
"I'm going to show you something amazing,(Y/N) ," Clark said. He took his son in his arms and silently flew out the window, soaring into the starry night sky.
(Y/N) watched in wonder as the stars twinkled above them. Superman, his own father, held him securely.
"You see, (Y/N), we have the entire sky above us," Clark explained. "And no matter how scary the nightmares may be, you will always have someone to protect you. You will always have your father."
The fear in (Y/N)'s eyes gave way to a smile. He hugged his father tightly, feeling safe and loved.
Superman flew (Y/N) through the sky, showing him the beauty of the starry night and teaching him that no matter how powerful someone may be, true strength lies in the love and protection of a family.
At the end of the night, they returned to (Y/N)'s room, and Superman helped him back to bed. The boy fell asleep, smiling, knowing that his father would always be there to protect him, both as Clark Kent and as Superman.
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Warming Hearts in Winter
Pairing: Jon Snow x Son Male Reader
Notes: I'm enjoying writing short fics and I think you can tell that I have strong daddy issues with my latest posts. But remember that REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Title: Warming Hearts in Winter
The freezing wind howled outside the walls of Winterfell as Jon Snow and his teenage son stood in the fortress's library. The room was filled with dusty books, and a roaring fireplace cast a comforting warmth over the room. It was one of those nights when winter seemed to want to devour the world, and the interior of the library was a safe haven.
Jon's son, now a serious-looking young man, sat in a leather armchair, his shoulders hunched and an expression of melancholy took his face. His eyes, normally full of curiosity, were dull and sad. He was shivering slightly, the cold having penetrated his soul.
Jon Snow approached and sat next to his son, immediately noticing the sadness that consumed him. With concern in his eyes, he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"What happened, son?" Jon asked, his voice full of concern.
The son looked at his father, his eyes expressing a mix of sadness and vulnerability. "I feel alone, father, and the cold of this winter seems to have lodged itself in my heart."
Jon hugged him, bringing him close to his chest. His father's warmth enveloped the young man, and he broke down, allowing the tears to begin to flow. Jon stroked his son's hair and whispered words of comfort.
"I understand, my love," Jon said, "winter can be unforgiving, and sometimes our own hearts feel cold. But remember, you will never be alone. Our family is your refuge, and here, at Winterfell, you will always find love and warmth."
The young man looked into his father's eyes, finding comfort in the words and in the hug. Jon grabbed a nearby fleece blanket and wrapped it around his son's shoulders, ensuring he felt protected and warm.
As the wind howled outside, father and son shared that moment of warmth and understanding. The fireplace was crackling, and the cold outside seemed to no longer be a threat. The winter might be harsh, but in this refuge in Winterfell, the warmth of love between father and son was more powerful than any cold the season could bring.