Requested by: anon
“I have a Jason request where his s/o is Diana’s daughter but she didn’t tell him and when they are fighting she is so strong that she beats up the main villain herself and Jason is stunned. Can you make it very fluffy and cute?”
Summary: Jason and you travel to Gotham because some weird stuff is happening there. When he leaves to fight it alongside the Batfam you follow, despite him telling you to stay back, concerned about your well-being. Well, good that you followed.
Warnings: reader has some self doubt and Diana is not the bad mother, but reader is a difficult child just like Jason
Jason stretched his body and his eyes opened slowly, focusing and looking right into yours.
You have been awake for a while and admired his peacefulness, seeing it way too less on Jason’s face.
He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you in.
“How are you even real?” His voice was rough from sleep, sending a shiver down your spine. “You can’t be human. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
You blush with a pinch of guilt. He was right… just didn’t know it. You weren’t human, but an Amazon and as if that wasn’t enough, no, you were Diana’s daughter, Wonder Woman’s daughter.
You had learned your lesson. People will always treat you differently if they knew who you were.
When you met Jason you simply kept it to yourself and it was a good decision.
It wasn’t hard to conceal your strength and all other forces you possessed. You and your mother weren’t on good terms either, so she never checked on you… at least not actively.
Now, you just never found the right time to come clean.
Jason rolled on top of you and attacked your face with kisses. You were his sunshine. His princess. He still didn’t think he deserved you.
You giggled and poked into his sides, knowing he is ticklish there. He was your light. He made you feel worth something, something more than being the princess of the Amazon’s, more than being Diana’s daughter. He was the only one allowed to call you princess.
You met so randomly. You hated him at first. He was messing up your mission and brought both of you in danger, forcing you to work together and for some reason you worked together like you had trained your whole lifetime side by side. Some days… you were sure he was your soulmate.
“What are you thinking about?” He frowned with a playful grin on his lips.
“How we met.” You placed a kiss on his nose. “How your stupid ass almost got us killed.”
He laughed. Jason barely laughed, but when he did it was the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.
You knew Jason had his problems.
His nightmares. His flashbacks and self-destructive behaviour. It took him long enough to let you in.
You realized how serious he became. “What are you thinking about now?”
“I have to go to Gotham.” He rolled off of you again. “There is some–” He searched for words. “Some really crazy shit going on. It’s hard to explain. They need my help.”
“They need your magical swords.” You corrected him.
He just shrugged. “Basically, but they are family.”
“I’m coming with you.” You sat up, running your hand through your raven hair.
“(Y/N), I don’t want that. It’s really rough. You don’t have enough fighting experience for that.” He cupped your face, giving you a quick kiss. “I can’t risk that you get hurt.”
You pursed your lips. If he only knew. You were trained by your grandmother, Queen Hippolyta, herself… while your mother rather spent her time in men’s world.
“I’m still coming with you to Gotham.”
“Alright, princess.” He nodded, knowing he couldn’t stop you. “But you stay away from fighting.”
You raised your hands in innocence.
“I’m serious, (Y/N).”
“Yeah yeah. Are you going to make pancakes now?” You smiled, leaning towards him.
“As you wish, my love.” He kissed you.
You were looking out of the window, watching the road fly by. Gotham was already scraping the horizon, looking as intimidating as its reputation.
You were avoiding Gotham. Too many people who knew you.
You were sure Batman had a file on you, but he didn’t know about you and Jason… or did he? In that case you had to fear.
“Tell me more about what’s happening?” You asked.
“People are basically acting like they are possessed. They start attacked one another and there has been a wave of murders and other crimes… well, more than usually… way more.” He explained. “Then they wake up and can’t even remember why.”
“Didn’t this happen in Supernatural once?” You muttered. Your mind was racing. There were a few possibilities. Ares was one, but that was highly unlikely.
“Yeah, I remember that episode. Do we have enough salt with us?”
You looked over at him. “Are you serious?”
“C'mon. I already died, like Dean and crawled out of my grave, like Dean. I met an angel and am in love with it, like Dean.”
You bursted into laugher. “You never told me you ship them! That was so corny, Jason, oh my god!” You yelled at him.
“What’s shipping?” He acted confused, as if he had heard that word for the first time.
“You–” In the corner of your eyes you see the “Welcome to Gotham” - sign and all of a sudden something happened. You felt someone. Someone like you. Someone with immense power that made you shake.
“(Y/N)?” Jason’s playfulness dropped and he became serious. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah. I… I just thought about something.” You forced a smile onto your face and took his free hand.
“Okay?” He furrowed his brows, but dropped it and the rest of the car ride was spent in comfortable silence.
You two arrived at his safe house soon after that. You grabbed your bag from the trunk, but Jason stopped you.
“I’m not made from paper.” You rolled your eyes and walked in. His safe houses were always quite fancy, functional and fancy.
Jason kissed your cheek and pressed a button. The wall opened revealing a bunch of weapons. You chuckled. That was so him.
“What if this force takes control of any of you?” You hugged him from behind as he was picking his guns and ammo.
“Bats has developed something. You should be save as long as you’re here.”
Always concerned about you. He should be concerned about himself, not you.
“I understand you need to help them, Jason, but… but this seems big.” You needed to tell him what you felt. You needed to tell him now that you were the only one who could solve this, not the Bat and his birds.
“Hey, don’t worry I always wiggle my stupid ass out, right?” He turned his head to look at you.
“Jason–” You couldn’t. You just didn’t have the balls. You already can see his shocked face and the sudden distance. Maybe he will be mad you didn’t tell him right away. “Be careful.” You withdrew from him.
“Always.” He turned around, giving you an assuring kiss.
He got ready, didn’t say goodbye and speeded off on his bike. He never liked goodbyes even the normal kind.
You took a deep breath. You were an Amazon and too scared to tell him. There is a reason why everyone hates you. You were a fucking coward. But not this time. You felt in your bones that he needed you.
You run to your bag and grabbed your suit. It wasn’t an armour like your mother’s. It was a black one piece with silver embellishment on your chest and combat boots. You threw it on and went back to the bag, digging deeper until your fingers touched cool metal.
You haven’t worn the bracelets in years, not feeling worthy of them. You didn’t even know why you took them with you… it was a feeling. That same feeling told you you needed them tonight.
You put them on. It fitted right to the silver on your suit. You looked at yourself in the mirror for a split second and it was enough to make you flinch. You weren’t a hero like your mother… more like Jason…. more like acting first and thinking later, getting carried away and being violent of some sort. You were carried away by your emotions, acted on them.
You were no princess. And there were times after your grandmother died you thought that was your only purpose, the only reason you were Diana’s child was to have someone leading while she was gone.
You opened the window and jumped out, flying over Gotham. Your dark hair seemed weightless as the air carried you.
You stopped at a high roof and waited, scanning the area.
You had no clue where Batman had pinned down the source of this, or if he was right at all.
You hoped not.
You jumped as something downtown exploded.
Your skin crawled in shock and a tremor that was Jason’s name left your lips.
You leaped off the roof and arrived in an instant. It was a dark alley. There were civilians laying dead on the ground in their own blood.
You heard Jason’s guns roar through the air so you start to run towards it.
Nightwing was out, laying next to Robin who desperately tried to get up, clutching his rips.
Jason was on the ground as well, shooting at a dark figure who walked past him.
As the light illuminated it you could make out a girl your age. She had blonde hair and gleaming eyes, a wicked smirk was tugging on her lips.
“Jason!” You called out.
“NO, STAY AWAY!” He looked back at you, holding his hand out.
She got ready to crush Jason, but before that happened you chimed in, grabbing her and throwing her with everything you got against the nearest wall, making it crack.
You met Jason’s eyes who was in shock, stunned. His eyes flickered from the wall to you. There was a bad looking wound above his eyebrow and his lips bled too.
The girl coughed and chuckled, getting up again. She had energy surrounding her you thought was familiar, but you couldn’t point your finger at it.
“I was looking forward to meet you, (Y/N).” She gestured out at you.
Batman landed beside Jason, helping him up.
You were balling your fists. “Well, excuse me, but I have no clue who you are.”
“I am Eris, daughter of Ares. You sure have heard of him. I bet your mother told you stories.” She snickered, saying those words with pride.
“Isn’t it quite ironic you, I suppose the goddess of destruction? Is trying to destroy the most damaged city on this planet? Like, are you that weak?” You teased.
She gritted her teeth before smiling sweetly. “Isn’t it quite ironic the princess of the Amazons is not in Themyscira… or should I say, ran away, princess?”
You looked over your shoulder at Jason who didn’t connect the threads yet. He looked shocked still and confused. Lost.
“He is the only one who is allowed to call me that!” You said with your eyes still on him before attacking her.
Jason watched unable to move how you landed punch after punch, how you flew and threw her hundreds of feet. How you took her punches like they were nothing, how you crossed your arms, creating energy blasts. Batman was trying to keep the brainwashed people from killing each other and he needed help, but Jason couldn’t.
You looked like Wonder Woman and how could Jason never see that?
You grabbed Eris by her throat and pinned her to a wall. “I could kill you right now, but–” You looked at Batman. “I have heard how he does not approve of that.” You let go of her and she fell to her knees, breathing heavily. “Next time I will not let you go.”
“You’re not a true Amazon!” She threw at you to hurt you. “Betraying your heritage like that! You are a child desperate for approval. No princess! No goddess! No Amazon!”
“I know.” You shrugged. She couldn’t hurt you with things you knew.
You took a deep breath and walked to Jason. Instead of stepping back as you approached he closed the gap, hugging you tightly. It surprised you.
“You are an Amazon? You are Wonder Woman’s daughter?” He mumbled against your shoulder. “How… why did you never…?”
You nodded and pulled away, cupping his face. Now there was no turning back. “I didn’t tell you, because I know you would have treated me differently. Everyone has. And then… I never found the right moment, Jay.
I left Themyscira because I couldn’t be the princess they needed me to be… I wasn’t the hero, the warrior they wanted me to be.”
“I’ve heard a story like that before.” He smiled softly, pushing some hair behind your ear.
“You’re not mad?”
“Mad? About what? That my girlfriend could have opened the damn jam glasses herself, probably crush them with her pinky? That you’re actually a badass warrior princess?
Salty that you were scared to tell me, yes… but I… I think I can understand why you didn’t tell me. It’s alright.” He laid his forehead to yours. “It doesn’t make you a different person after all. You’re an Amazon, but you’re still my (Y/N), right? And I would have so died again if you wouldn’t have come.”
“Mediocre,” Mason spat under his breath, watching his sister smile toothily at the cheering audience as she pulled a knife cleanly through her neck. It was a pathetic illusion; he could do so much better, but she never gave him the closing performance, took all the glory for herself and left him to brood in the shadows of the wings until she signaled him on stage to bow with her.
Summary: The reader plans to ask Jimin to Valentine’s Dance but Jimin already has a date.
Word Count: 998 words
My best friend Zienna was zipping up the back of my dress while simultaneously lecturing me on how to approach my crush, Jimin , before the Valentine’s Dance tonight.
“And please don’t use that voice you use when you’re nervous.” She said straightening out my dress. “What voice?” I asked defensively. “You know the one where your voice gets all high pitched and you start squeaking. I’ve heard you do it when you were talking to Jimin last week.”
I shoved her off playfully. “I did not!” I laughed. “You did too!”She said slppaing my arm. I groaned. What if I squeaked tonight, I had plans to ask Jimin to go to the dance with me today. I knew he didn’t have a date because Zienna was dating his best friend, Taehyung and he had assured us he was going solo. My plan was to go over to Tae’s house with Zienna and when Jimin and I both didn’t have partners, I figured we would just end up going together.
Zienna was putting on some more mascara when she saw my nervous reflection in the mirror. “Y/N.. Don’t worry. The worst he can say is no.”
I nodded my head gravely, “You’re right, that is the worst thing.”
Zienna laughed at me, she always said I was overly dramatic. In a way, she has point. Last year, Jimin held open a door for me so I mass texted her during a presentation. She wasn’t happy.
Zienna pulled me up by arms and looked me straight in the eye. “You got this Y/N. If he says ‘yes’, then awesome. If he says ‘no’, whatever, I’ll share Taehyung with you and we’ll treat him like fourth wheel the entire night!” I laughed and gave her hug. I wanted to believe that I would be okay if he said “no” but I knew I wouldn’t. I don’t really know what love is or how it’s supposed to feel like, but what I feel for Jimin, when he walks into a room or when someone says his name, feels pretty close to it.
We got to Tae’s house and we rang the doorbell. Zienna was wearing a midi silky rosy pink dress that hugged her curves. I always felt like Zienna had the perfect body which is why I really didn’t want to be standing next to her if Jimin opened the door. I was wearing a strapless silver fitted dress that I paired with shiny reflective gold heels. I felt pretty but I was still really nervous.
“Hey babe- Woah” Taehyung’s eyes raked over Zienna’s over body and I instantly felt a pang of jealousy; not because I liked Tae but because I loved their relationship so much.
“You look amazing Zienna, wow!” He pulled her close and we got inside the house.
Tae led us to the living room where his mother and father were talking to Jimin. We greeted his parents and they complimented us making us thank them bashfully. I looked over at Jimin and he looked handsome as ever. He was wearing a grey tux with silver embellishments and a red tie. I looked down at my own outfit and it looked as though we planned it.
Jimin looked over at me and laughed. “Wow.” He said motioning between our outfits. “People will think we’re a power couple,” He said laughing. I blushed furiously and replied, “A force to reckon with.” He laughed harder.
Zienna looked over at me from her seat on the couch, raising her eyebrows at me. Ugh. I shook my head subtly and then she narrowed her eyes, letting me know that if I didn’t say something, she would.
I turned over to Jimin and took in deep breath. “Hey, Jimin, I was wondering-” I was cutoff by the sound of doorbell. Jimin’s eyes immediately lit up and he said, “That must be Rita!” he quickly moved to open the door and sure as hell standing outside looking stunning as ever was Rita.
“Rita, you look stunning,” Jimin said grabbing her hands and kissing her cheek as he pulled her inside. They walked into the room holding hands. “Hey, everyone!” Rita said brightly. Everyone in the room responded except me. I couldn’t look over at Zienna, I knew she would have that expression she pulls when she feels absolutely terrible at something but also really disappointed. If I made eye contact with her, I would break. Jimin was looking at Rita the way I imagined I looked at him. I wanted to cry or yell and tell him how I felt about him, but I didn’t. That’s how I knew I really did love Jimin, because when you love someone, their happiness comes first and no matter how hurt I was, I didn’t want to spoil something as heartwarming as Jimin’s smile.
“Y/N, I love your dress.” Rita said to me and I smiled as brightly as I could. “Thank you, Rita. You look beautiful.”
“Should we go now?” Jimin said, putting his arm around Rita’s waist.
“Yeah, we should.” Taehyung said, standing up. Zienna moved over to me and whispered, “Are you okay?” I nodded slightly.
“Actually guys, I’ll meet you there. I need to stop by my house real quick,” I lied. Zienna saw right through it too, shaking her head at me.
“Oh, are you sure? We can all wait outside if you want?” Jimin offered sweetly.
“No, I’m sure. I’ll see you later.”
I quickly said goodbye to Tae’s parents and the rest of the gang and got in my car. Only when I was parked in my driveway did I finally allow myself to cry.
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Lance and Coran had pleasant interactions, the altean always offering a request when he needed to examine Lances arm or check his heartbeat. There was only a second of hesitance when coran asked to take the arm off. “My boy, I can’t fathom what they did to you… what he did to you.” He began, his eyes softly looking at Lance who had defensively pulled away. “Whatever happened, it’s not going to be easy for you to try and cope with, and I know that, and you have another paladin who knows too.” Lances eyes drifted sorrowfully, Shiro.
Yes, Shiro had gone through torture from the galra, but it was a different kind of torture. Shiro had been a gladiator, Lance was a pet. Shiro had to fight to survive, Lance had to do the opposite, Lance had to love to survive. He wasn’t sure which was worse to be frank. He shuddered. “Please Lance,” Lance wasn’t sure he’d ever heard Coran say his name so seriously, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to hear it again. “Lance I won’t do anything you’re not ok with, but I really should check your arm.” The blue paladin lifted his galra arm to coran, powering it down. The limb went limp and stayed extended only because of the elbow joint. Coran extended his hand to it and gently cupped the device, latching it off of lances arm. The boy cringed at the absence. Of course he hated the arm with his entire being, but he didn’t hate it as much as he hated not having it. He looked down as if he were ashamed and he heard coran sigh. “I’m sorry my boy.” His voice was quiet and comforting and he offered a hug. Lance leaned in gently, thudding against his chest but not wrapping his arms around the man. Coran rubbed circles into his back and he suddenly felt the latch on his top. “We can get you your actual clothes back.” He offered.
He looked up at coran, not necessarily excited, not necessarily disappointed. He looked down to the sheer, lace and silk that clung to his skin with the odd embellishment of silver. He sighed through his nose, he’d almost forgotten that other clothes even existed if he was perfectly honest. His jacket. He perked up to Coran, the man was absently fiddling with the technology. “It’s as standard as Shiros, slightly more advanced but the same base coding.” He explained as Lance went to stand, reaching out his hand to try and grab his arm back, Coran gave it to him and he reattached it to his limb. It hummed to life and Lance flexed his fingers. “I might have an announcement at supper,” Coran said suddenly, “for you,” he smiled at Lance warmly, his laugh-lines becoming prominent. “I think you’ll be excited.” Lance mustered a smile and turned to leave the med bay.
The castle halls felt big compared to the narrow ones of galran architecture. He had seen so many buildings built by the aliens and so many ships, all the same, close and confining. Lance had gone were Lotor went, no questions asked, he could go off on his own if the man had a meeting but that wasn’t often enough. He felt strange wandering without purpose and his feet led him to his room. He stood in front of it, sighing. His hand reached for the panel and he hesitated, what if he’d been gone so long that it didn’t recognize him? He shook the thought and pushed his hand onto the panel. The door slid open and lance flinched at the sound.
It was the exact same.
He choked back a sob that he’d been holding since the second he stood on that balcony and watched his teammates fight. His hand brought up to his mouth and his knees buckled. This was it, he was going to ugly-cry. He thudded to the ground and stared at the room, trying to scream curses at the empty space, trying to yell words he couldn’t form, which just made him cry harder. He hadn’t tried to say a proper word in months but here he was, desperately screeching and wailing at the top of his lungs, cursing out a muffled version of “fuck you” to the man who destroyed his voice. Suddenly there were gentle hands on his shoulders and he jumped, scrambling away from the touch.“oh! Oh!” He had screeched to whoever was behind him, earning a confused look from Shiro.
“Oh…?” He asked, Lance curled away from him, cowering before mumbling what he had tried to say again, he wasn’t saying oh, he just couldn’t form an ‘n’ noise, he was screeching no. Shiro realized this. He sighed. “Oh…” he said. Lance looked at him through dull eyes, he had curled into a ball against his bed and Shiro sat down in the doorway, a good 5 feet apart. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled to the blue paladin, earning a look of resentment. “For a lot of things, I’m sorry for hugging you… after what happened to me I wanted nothing more than physical affection.” He scratched his neck nervously. “I didn’t account for the fact that…” Shiro was the only other one in the ship who knew about prisoner hierarchy. “… you were a pet, weren’t you?” He redirected the question. “You were Lotors pet.” Lance just sunk his head further into his arms, shaking and crying as confirmation. Shiro looked to his own feet before letting out another sigh, he hesitated, trying to find something to cheer Lance up. “Yknow, we’re like some kind of twisted brothers now.” He smirked and Lance looked up out of curiosity, sadness still clouding his eyes. Shiro lifted up his galra arm. “I mean it’s technology made from the same coding, even if it is slightly different, and is that not what siblings are? Children made from the same make-up, just arranged differently?” Lance was clinging to Shiros words now, he huffed before sitting up, his body still week from crying. He crawled over to the bigger man, Shiro didn’t know what to do under the Paladins gaze, he just left his hand suspended and watched. Lance stalked up to Shiro, pausing in front of him and settling on his knees. He looked to the man then to his hand, then back, a request. “Go ahead.” He prompted and Lance reached up, placing his galra hand against Shiros. He powered his up and Shiro followed suit in a similar fashion they had done on the battle field. Again Lance made a disgusted face but he didn’t pull away. His expression softened into sorrow and his fingers entwined with Shiros. He looked to the black paladin who returned the gesture, Lance smirked lightly, a hint of who he used to be in his eyes. Shiro half expected him to open his mouth and mumble some snide line like 'if you wanted to hold my hand, you could’ve just asked.’ But it didn’t come.
Lances human hand found Shiros and he laced them in a similar fashion to the galra ones. The bigger man complied.
Lance brought their hands together and stared at them a bit before pulling his hands away and just looking at his own. He sighed and looked back up to a confused Shiro. His hands placed gently on Shiros forearms and he moved them, puppeteering his hands to the floor beside him. He patted the hands as if to make them stay. There was a second before Lances hands trailed back up, finding a place on Shiros shoulders.
Lance leaned in and hugged him. It was a very brief, very light hug, and it was gone almost as soon as it arrived. Shiro kept his hands planted in the ground and let Lance drape himself over him for a few seconds before the blue paladin pulled away. Shiro didn’t know what to make of the situation and coughed nervously, thankful when hunks voice flooded the comms.