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Pairing + WC: Jason Grace x reader, 1.6k Warnings: slow burn, once again and as always with my love Jason this is NOT canon-compliant, Jason may be a tiny bit ooc but I tired Summary: In the months between saving Hera and setting sail for New Rome, Jason finds himself making a friend Authors note: ok, y’all, here’s the deal; I took a nap and woke up with an idea, so I started writing; then I realized I needed set up, so I wrote this. Now I have a full fic that doesn’t include my original idea, so I will have to make pt: 2, but at least it’s already almost all the way written

Camp was far too busy this year; even for the off-season, it felt like there were campers everywhere. With all the bustle, it was hard to find a moment of peace. That’s why you’d taken to the woods that day. Following the path you’d walked a million times to a little outcrop of ruins not far from the beach, deep enough to not be disturbed. You’d taken a thick blanket and draped it over a vaguely couch-shaped block of stone ages ago to use as a reading nook. It was calm and peaceful and empty, usually.

This time, when you got close enough to see your little piece of peace, there was already someone there. A blonde boy with a scar on his lip sitting on your faux couch and squinting at the book in his hand. Jason Grace. Of course, you knew who he was, everyone knew of him and Piper and Leo, all working to get ready for the next great prophecy. 

Sneaking up on a former Roman soldier didn’t seem like the best plan, so you’d spoken out. “Guess this place isn’t so secret after all,” geez, what an opener.

Jason looked up with a start and got to his feet before you could say anything else. “Hi, hey, sorry, is this your spot? I wasn’t sure who’s it was, so I stayed to read some. I can go.” 

“Oh no, please, you don’t have to,” you were quick to put up your hands and stop him from leaving. You two hadn’t necessarily talked before, but he had always seemed nice at meals and campfires, if not a little awkward. “You were here first. I can leave if you want to be alone.”

Jason paused, it seemed he was actually taking you in now, noticing the book in your hand, Don Quixote as opposed to the copy of War and Peace he held. “I don’t mind company,” he offered you a small nervous smile, it was so pure you had to just stare at it for a second before responding. 

“Neither would I,” you finally said, returning the smile. You walked over and sat down tucking your legs under you and leaving plenty of room for Jason to sit on the other side. 

He joined and read next to you for what felt like both hours and minutes. Two days later, you had beaten him there, so when he arrived, you smiled and scooted to the left, giving him room again on your right. Over the next month, you crossed paths at the ruins what must have been a dozen times. There was never much conversation; it was more of a silent agreement to enjoy each other’s company, and each day, the distance between your shoulders seemed to get ever so slightly smaller. 

After a while, you got comfortable being directly next to him. Your shoulders would brush each time Jason moved to turn the page, and you couldn't help but notice how warm and strong he was. Silent meetings became small discussions about your current read, which turned into talks about other books you’d recommend to each other, which eventually morphed into a solid friendship. You would invite him to eat with your cabin since he had no one else at his. He would update you on the progress of the ship and the quest, you even got to know the other campers involved. 

Over the next few months, your lives became completely intertwined. You spent most of your day with each other. You watched him train for the quest, pushing his limits in sparring sessions until he was too exhausted to do much of anything. You would drag him out to your spot in the woods on days when he’d gotten so focused he had to be forced to take a break. You’d even tried to help him get some memories back. He would eat with you, read with you, help you with whatever chores you had around camp, anything to spend more time with together. 

He was the first person you turned to when you had something to say. He was the only one who remembered which campfire songs were your favorites or which books you’d reread depending on your mood. You cared about him so deeply, and you weren’t even sure how you’d come to feel so much in so little time. You truly hadn’t realized how much you needed him around you until you thought about just how soon he’d be leaving.

Of course, he would go back to Camp Jupiter; you knew that. This was never meant to be permanent; you were sure he missed his old life, his old friends, his old home. But part of you, somewhere in the deepest, most selfish part of your heart, wanted him to stay. You wanted him to forget about Rome, and Jupiter, and the quest. You wanted him to stay here with the strawberry fields and the books and the beach and with you. You wanted him to forget his sense of duty to a place that never cared and stay with someone who would give their whole heart away just to see him be happy for a moment longer. It was a feeling that filled you with guilt every time it crossed your mind.

It had occupied your thoughts nearly the entire day when Jason came to your cabin that evening. He knocked on the door until one of your siblings answered, and they called you over, muttering something about stupid and lovesick and so annoying that you hadn’t totally caught. 

You stepped onto the porch and closed the cabin door, leaving Jason and you alone in the dim light of the setting son. He was handsome as ever, a fact that you had resolved not to dwell on; plenty of people found their closest friends to be stunningly beautiful, it wasn’t a big deal. 

In fact, it was totally normal for someone to notice exactly when their best friend had skipped their usual haircut and started letting the military style grow or how their eyes exploded with color when the sun hit them just right. And, of course, there was no deeper reason for why you would pick up on every scrape or bruise he’d gotten from training. You were just hyper-observant, never mind that it only applied to one person.

As you took him in, scanning for the weariness you so often saw and he so often dismissed, you noticed more than anything how nervous he was. “What’s up?”

“Hey, um, I just wanted to, well.” He took a deep breath and let his words spill out a mile a minute. He told you that the Argo II would be ready to fly any day now. He told you how they were going to find Percy and how the first place they were going to check was New Rome. He brought up his old life, a life he wanted to remember, a life he thought he would remember when he got back there. These were all things you’d know and that filled you with dread, but you let him talk without interrupting. His rambling soon turned to a topic you haven’t expected, it turned to you. He told you how important you were to him, how much you’d helped him adjust to life at camp, and how much he appreciated everything you’d done for him. 

As he went on and on, you felt your heart begin to pound. The way he was talking lit a spark inside your gut, and the borderline desperation in his voice made you dare to hope. The emotion in his eyes made you think maybe, just maybe, he felt the same kind of connection that you felt with him. You could tell it was going somewhere important, somewhere that made him nervous and hopefully at the exact same time.

“I guess I just realized while we were planning in the bunker,” he began to close in on his point. “How important you are to me, and I can’t imagine what it’d be like without you. You can say no of course, it’s a lot to ask of anyone but,” he took another breath. “Do you want to come with me to New Rome?”

That wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. The funny feeling in your gut shifted and morphed, flashing through disappointment for a brief moment. As Jason waited for an answer, you had to process exactly what he’d asked. Going back to New Rome meant he was going back to his old life, a fact you were all too aware of, but now, maybe you didn’t have to lose him to it. He still wanted you by his side. He still wanted you to be a part of his life.

“Yes,” you finally replied. “Yes, of course, I’ll go,” you watch the relief wash over him, his nerves visibly dispersing as one of the widest smiles you’d ever seen etched itself across his face. 

In the next moment, he wrapped his arms around you. It was a bone-crushing hug that squeezed the air from your lungs, and you wrapped your own arms around him as tightly as you could. “You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he whispered to you as you tried to stop your heart from exploding. This wasn’t how you wanted it, but at least for now, this would be enough.

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There's pt1 :) part two is almost done already because I wrote most of it before I even started all this, but what I can say, the keyboard got away from me. let me know if any of y'all want to be tagged in pt2 or in my general Jason taglist.

Could I request for a Damian Wayne + 7~“Quit smirking at me like that, I’m serious!”8~“Your hair is really soft.”??

Paring: Damian Wayne x catgirl!reader

Prompts: prompt list ☁︎Fluff prompts 7 ~ “Quit smirking at me like that, I’m serious!” and 8 ~ “Your hair is really soft.”

Summary: When Catwomans protege needs some extra help with a job she’s forced to turn to her personal rival and oldest “friend”

Warnings: Damian is a cocky b!tch, brief mention of drugs but like not really

A/n: I had an idea so I had to make a whole plot around that idea so the plot is shit but the beginning is cute I think Masterlist

definitely not properly proofread but ignore that please :|

Help Wanted

$2 were inserted into the vending machine. He looked over the options again before tapping the letter-number code associated with his drink of choice. He reached down into the slot at the bottom of the machine and retrieved his drink before standing back up and looking over the options once again. This time he put in a different code and retrieved that drink from the slot too.

He was a curious person to watch. Damian Wayne was one of those people who had a reason for everything he did, so watching him meant you had to guess what the reason was behind every move. Over the past 2 hours you’d been watching him. Perched on a tree just outside the Gotham Academy art room, hidden in the thick canopy of leaves. You watched him in art class for about 50 minutes and then you watched the other students slowly clear out leaving him to work alone for another 30 on a piece that looked suspiciously like you. Although you chalk that up to coincidence.

You’d lost sight of him for maybe 5 minutes after he’d packed up and left the art room. You had slipped out of your tree and moved around the side of the building to see the back door open and Damian step out. His messenger bag slung over his chest and the sleeves of his white button down rolled up to just below the elbows. That was when he made his vending machine purchases.

Why two drinks though? You were pretty sure he didn’t even like the first one he’d bought. Maybe he clicked the wrong number and that’s why he bought the second one? No because he put enough money in for two so he must have been planning on getting two. Your train of thought was quickly cut off when the first drink was thrown at your head. You caught it of course, Catwoman would have been a lousy teacher if she hadn’t taught you how to catch things in mid air.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to spy on people?” Damian asked, stepping away from the edge of the building so you were both in full view of each other.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to throw things at people?” You retorted before looking down at the label on the can. It was your favorite brand of soda, you remember telling him how much you loved this drink nearly 2 years ago when he caught you stealing a case of it.

“I knew you’d catch it.” He replied, opening his can and taking a sip with a sly grin on his face. Even with no one around, his civilian attire came with the cocky attitude of a billionaire's son. “Just like I knew you were in that tree.”

“You saw that huh? I must be losing my touch.” You opened your can as well, after all a free drink is a free drink.

Damian started walking down the sidewalk. Once you’d fallen in step beside him he graced you with a reply. “Or maybe you wanted me to notice you.” He suggested smugly.

“Maybe I’m just tired.” You had come to talk to him but now that you were here you didn’t really want him to know that.

“Darling you and I both know if you didn’t want to be seen you wouldn’t be.” He grabbed your wrist softly and turned you so you were face to face with him. “So cut the crap.” His usual Robin tone broke through slightly in the last sentence.

You stared at him for a few seconds before reluctantly sighing and checked your surroundings. “I kind of need your help with something,” You refused to meet his gaze. In the entire time you’d known each other you’d never asked for anything from him, your pride was too strong but this time you’d run into a problem you couldn’t solve on your own.

Damian had the smugness of a thousand suns when he finally replied. “You need my help?” You look back at him to find the widest, stupidest grin you’d ever seen plastered across his face.

“Quit smirking at me like that, I’m serious!” You were already starting to regret this. Then the various clubs at Gotham Academy had begun to let out and the once secluded back walkway was now filled with students heading home.

Once you both realized you couldn’t really discuss private superhero business with everyone around you Damian wasted no time slipping the hand that had still been on your wrist down to entwine your fingers. To any pedestrian the two of you looked like an adorable couple heading home from school together.

The action made your cheeks turn red but you hid it by taking a sip of your drink. Of course he didn’t need to hold your hand to walk with you, he could have very well dropped your wrist and not risk getting splattered across the tabloids with headlines like “Lover boys mystery lover” or something. Then again if he’d let your hand go he wouldn’t be able to pull you close like he was now.

You walked the rest of the way to your apartment with some normal small talk. For a moment you’d forgotten all about the double lives you both lead and the reason you come to him in the first place. For a moment you felt normal. That moment ended quickly.

As soon as you were in the safety of your room you got down to business. You began explaining how you’d stumbled onto some information about some drug runner and you figured with his help you could take down the whole operation in an hours. Tops.

You agreed to meet on top of the warehouse at 9:30 that night but of course you got distracted and didn’t show up till 9:44.

“You’re late.” Damian was looking into the warehouse with some batoculars. The overly playful public persona was long gone and now you get to spend some time with serious “i'm robin and i'm going to fight crime in my free time because that makes sense” Damian.

“I could’ve left you to deal with this on your own. You should be happy I showed up at all.” You came to stand next to him and he automatically handed you the batoculars so you could see for yourself what the night had in store. More armed guards then you could handle on your own but with Damian’s help it’d be no trouble.

You noticed a guard’s flashlight move towards your window. “Get down!” you pushed down on the top of his head effectively moving the both of you below the windowsill just before the beam of light illuminated the glass. Two seconds more of hesitation and you would have lost the element of surprise.

You were so worried about being seen you didn’t even realize that your hands were still firmly planted in Robin's hair until you looked back at him. “Your hair is really soft.”

Neither of you moved. You just sat there staring at each other. Your hands in his hair. His hands, as you just noticed, had instinctively made their way around your waist when you were ducking. Under different circumstances it might have even been romantic, which is a quality neither of you thought you possessed.

a/n: ew what was that ending🤮anyway reblogs and comments are much appreciated :) likes do nothing for reach

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Hi! I just wanted to ask you how you were doing, also to tell you I love your writing, and that you’re amazing ☺️

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and speaking of my crippling writers block i was hoping you guys could let me know who you want to see next

ive got lots of damian asks in my inbox as well as Love and war (im working on it a swear) 💚 i think i have a few jason asks❤️ and one or two tim ones💛

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