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A Different Kind of Love
Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader
Summary: Life as parents in Gotham isn’t easy, especially when one of you is the infamous Red Hood and the other is trying to keep things together at home. But when it’s just the three of you—your partner, your child, and yourself—the chaos of Gotham can feel a little less daunting. Jason Todd never thought he’d be a father, but with you by his side, he’s learning what it means to love unconditionally.
Warnings:
Parenthood and family fluff
Mild violence (Gotham-style crime-fighting, no explicit content)
Emotional moments
Mentions of Gotham’s dangerous environment
Gotham had a way of testing you, and Jason Todd knew that better than anyone. He’d faced the city’s worst criminals, had lived through death and resurrection, and still nothing had ever made him feel as vulnerable as the day he held his child for the first time.
It had been months since your daughter was born, and in that time, Jason had learned how to protect her just as fiercely as he protected you. But there was something else something softer and more terrifying than any criminal he’d faced: the overwhelming love he felt every time he saw her smile, every time she reached for him with her tiny hands.
He had never been good at emotions. His childhood was a wreck, and he’d never had the luxury of being part of a “normal” family. But with you, everything had changed. The little moments he shared with you and your daughter those were the things that made him believe there could be more to life than just surviving.
The sound of soft giggles drifted from the nursery, and Jason’s lips twitched upward as he adjusted his helmet, finishing up the last of his nightly routine. He knew he should’ve been out on patrol, but tonight, he had made a promise to stay home. Gotham would survive for a few hours without Red Hood especially when it meant he could be with you and the little one.
The door to the nursery creaked open, and there you were, standing in the doorway with your daughter in your arms. Her big eyes shone in the dim light, and when she saw Jason, her little face lit up in a grin.
"Hey, kiddo," Jason said, his voice unusually soft as he knelt down in front of her crib, taking in the sight of her tiny hands reaching toward him.
You watched from the doorway, smiling at the scene. Jason, the fierce vigilante who struck fear into the hearts of Gotham’s criminals, was completely undone by his little girl.
"I think she’s ready for her bedtime story," you said, a playful hint in your voice. "But maybe she wants her dad to read it tonight."
Jason raised an eyebrow, glancing up at you. "She’ll probably fall asleep halfway through, but you know what? I’ll take that as a challenge."
You laughed, and Jason gave you one of those rare, genuine smiles—one that he reserved only for you. He reached out for your daughter, taking her gently from your arms. His protective instincts kicked in as he cradled her against his chest, his strong arms instinctively holding her close, his fingers brushing over her tiny head with the utmost care.
"Alright, little one," Jason murmured, kissing the top of her head. "Let’s see if your old man can do this."
You leaned against the doorframe, watching as Jason settled down in the rocking chair, his daughter resting comfortably against his chest. For all the chaos in his life, for all the times he’d been pushed to the edge of his humanity, moments like these made him feel like he finally had something to fight for something to protect.
Jason cleared his throat, grabbing the book from the small shelf beside the chair. You’d been reading bedtime stories to your daughter for months, but tonight, Jason was in charge.
"So, uh… This one’s called The Brave Little Knight," Jason began, glancing at you for reassurance. "Don’t expect too much, kid. I’m not exactly a storybook kind of guy."
You smiled softly at his self-deprecating tone. Jason had never been good at this type of thing being soft, being gentle but for you and your daughter, he was trying. And that made your heart swell more than you could put into words.
As Jason read, his voice growing more confident with each sentence, your daughter’s eyes fluttered as she fought to stay awake. She was still young enough that the world was mostly about the comfort of your voices, the softness of your touch. But even now, Jason could see the spark of her growing personality in the way she tilted her head toward him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt like she was already trying to keep him close.
"You know," Jason said, his voice quieter now, his gaze softening as he looked down at the baby in his arms, "I never thought I’d be here, doing this."
You leaned against the doorframe, heart in your throat. "What do you mean?"
He hesitated for a moment, his fingers gently brushing your daughter’s cheek as he kept reading. "I wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s father. After everything… after the way I grew up… I never thought I’d be able to be the kind of dad she needs."
You stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t look at you, but you could feel the weight of his words.
"You’re exactly the kind of dad she needs, Jason," you said softly. "You might not have had the best role models, but you’re doing everything you can to be better for her. And that’s all she needs. All we need."
Jason swallowed hard, looking down at your daughter as she began to drift off in his arms. "I just… I don’t want to screw this up. I don’t want her to go through the same things I did."
"You won’t," you assured him, your voice steady. "We’re in this together. And no matter what happens, she’ll always know she’s loved. That’s more than we had, right?"
Jason finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was so raw it took your breath away. "Yeah," he whispered. "You’re right."
He shifted in the chair, adjusting your daughter in his arms as she began to fall into a peaceful sleep. He kissed the top of her head and then looked back at you, his gaze softer than you’d ever seen it.
"Thank you," he murmured. "For giving me this. For giving us this."
You smiled and moved closer, brushing a hand through his hair. "I didn’t do it alone, Jason. You’re a great father. And she’s lucky to have you."
Jason nodded, his lips quirking into a small, almost hesitant smile. "I’m lucky to have you."
And in that moment, with the quiet hum of the night surrounding you, the chaos of Gotham seemed miles away. In that small, safe space, everything felt right. Just the three of you, holding onto each other as a family.
Jason Todd, Red Hood and protector of Gotham, was learning that love had a way of healing even the deepest wounds. And for him, that love was right here small, fragile, but unbreakable.
people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.
shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own
"I didn't comment on a fic I liked because I don't think the author would care or remember my comment anyway". fanfic writer here, I still remember comments I got on my fics from seven years ago. I still think about them and they still make me smile. your kind comments are what motivates us and what helps us keep writing.
I personally know writers who take screenshot and print out comments they got from their readers.
TL;DR comments matter to us writers more than you think. if you like a fanfic, never be shy to let the author know ♡
Looking for some spooky, creepy, or dark fic to read this Halloween night?
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Enjoy, and thank you to all who participated!
Thank you for the tag 😬 @i-want-to-marry-cedf-officer !
However, y’all are getting the female anime version of my demon OC because that’s the only thing in my brain right now ! ❤️🔥 😄 ❤️🔥
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just found this on picrew! anime star wars. what would you look like in the star wars universe?
tagging: @mysticalgalaxysalad :D
Thanks for giving me a chance ❤
a late entry, but heavy contender for tik tok of the year
BIG NEWS EVEN IF YOU DONT LIKE DOLLS FOR WHATEVER REASON IF YOURE ON TUMBLR YOU NEED TO HEAR ABOUT THIS.
So back about roughly sixteen years ago their were to Bratz doll characters who fans headcanoned as a couple. Bratz and MGA have officially called them a couple and girlfriends for at least a year now to my knowledge.
The first ever queer couple fashion doll pack is arriving this month.
But if you don’t care about any of that you have to acknowledge that the Bratz fandom did what the supernatural fandom thought they did.
Liking a popular ship in a fandom but not in an specifically romantic way is so difficult because you will almost never find fan content that fits your interpretation of the relationship. No they don't kiss but they are deeply and are irrevocably tied to each other. They can't live without one another. The devotion they have to each other transcends space, time and any traditional relationship labels.
But *sighhhh* I'll read fics where they date I guess...
Im gonna cry bro wdym we don't have docens of platonic fanfics w/ no ships or anything sexual or romantic related abt cannibalism?? There's so much potential I just can't ☹️ i get that in present times ppl who practice or wanna do that is bcs of sexual fantasies (not talking abt actual cannibal tribes) or wtv but man 💔💔 let me have some content like Butcher Vanity or Biromi idk 😞
Yeah, i love Tilin sm <3
It’s finally arrived!!!! Y’all don’t know how every time I was racing to the door when the postman was making his rounds! Thanks @ foxleap.bsky.social on Bluesky / @ foxleapstudio on twitter for the opportunity to back the project!
Another traditional piece. Did this one today!
Some pokemon pen doodles I did today since the weather has been nice.
Made this lol.
Just an idea of for an MLP OC, the design is loosely based off the sour strip/ roll sweets I enjoy.
Decided to try and redraw the Wiege scene but for Bananafish cause who needs happiness?
Symbolism of Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk:
Okay I was scrolling and it suddenly hit me why I felt way more attached to the dynamic that Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla had then say Dark Cacao and Mystic flour It’s because of the freaking double meaning to their primary roles as a Jester and King. (And me having the cultural knowledge to get any secondary meaning between their roles unlike the other two ancients at the minute).
So in the modern media and more frequent interpretation of the royal court the Jester was there to entertain, which is how SM is introduce to us, but in some cases it wasn’t their only job in court. They could responsible for bearing bad news to the King but also being one of the few people in court who could publicly mock and talk freely to him, so long as it seemed funny. This reflects on the actual game as Shadow Milk is the only one be it positive or negative that will not speak to Pure Vanilla without some form of formality.
While yes PV is friends with the other ancients there’s still a formality between them due to their ranks and roles even with Gingerbrave and Co they’re still a bit formal to him as he’s their elder. Shadow Milk as his elder in age but equal in terms of power (due to possessing the same soul jam), is the only one who talks frankly to him.
As for bearing bad news (yes this is relative but makes sense in context) SM is the one albeit in a very manipulative and disingenuous manner informs PV truth is only relative to the individual or group but is made up of lies varying from meaningless to meaningful, and that even he will lie as some situations a sweet lie is better than the bitter truth.
SM both directly and indirectly aided in PV’s decision making which on occasion for some Jesters was their role albeit this was extremely uncommon. Which ended up with the Truthless Recluse and eventually Compassionate.
All this making their roles as the Jester and the King even more intertwined than just a cosmetic choice.
Anyway Inky signing this post off!
Okay but why does this lowkey look like they’re soft launching a relationship and album. Then it comes out five years later due to an industry leak it was hella toxic with a messy break up/ divorce but the song or album still goes hard.
The song is imagine is called Sweetened Showtime or something.