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Date Night

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Summery: Friday night dates might just be your favorite thing as long as heartfelt car rides follow after

A/N: I've been kind of inactive lately but I've decided that instead of pouring over old pieces I'm just going to write and rewrite unpublished things to hopefully get me back on track :)

“Come on Robin!” you yelled running into Scoops Ahoy at the end of her shift. “Robin, your girlfriends here!” Steve yelled into the back giving you a small greeting while serving a few kids as Robin threw open the back door with her bag thrown over her shoulder. Shouting a quick goodbye to Steve while grabbing your hand and she gave you a small peck on the cheek, laughing as the two you ran through Starcourt mall weaving through parents and kids.

“What should we see?” Robin asked swinging your intertwined hands back and forth while staring at the new movies they were showing for your annual Friday date night. “Well Ghostbusters is supposed to be good,” you said with a smile thinking about how much Dustin had raved about it after he had gone with the boys the week before. Smiling at you she said a small “Sure” the two of you stood in line for your snacks and drinks.

‘There is no Dana, only Zuul’ Taking a sip of your drink you glanced at your girlfriend noticing she was completely enamored with the movie. Leaning over as much as you could with the armrest in between the two of you, you whispered “How you liken the movie” only for her the slowly turn her head with wide-eyes “This is the best fucking movie I’ve ever seen” she said before giving you a huge grin and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, encouraging you to lean into her while she turned back to the screen.

Walking out of the dimly lit theater as the ending credits played Robin turned to you while depositing her 3-D glasses in the bin whereas you shoved yours into your pocket. “Isn’t it nasty to think that the majority of people in there were either kids or kids our age swapping spit?” laughing at her while bumping her shoulder you let out a snort “That was just nasty man, I just took you on a romantic date to see the best movie of the perhaps century according to you and you felt the need to completely ruin the mood, such a cock block” you said as she slung an arm around your shoulders while kissing the crown of your head as the two of you walked out the front doors of the mall to Robins beat-up car Bessie. “I had a really good time tonight,” you said as you climbed into the car while Robin swung herself in, rifling through her bag for her keys. Looking up at you with a soft look she smiled “I did too,” she said before leaning over the console just as you had in the theater to whisper to her, only this time she pressed her lips sweetly against yours only stopping because she had felt your lips curl up into smile rendering you unable to keep kissing her. “What’s so funny?” she asked while you slumped back in the passenger seat with a huge grin while she started the car. “Nothing,” you said now covering your mouth and looking out the window with a huge smile. “Nothing? Oh, I’m sure” she said amused while pulling out of the parking lot, sparing you a glance while slightly speeding up to make the light before it turned red. “It's just-” you said looking over to her as she flipped the cassette player to a familiar tune of the mix-tape she'd made for you months prior. “I think I love you,” you said slightly laughing while she tuned to you with a slight smirk “Is that so?” she said rounding the corner of Bluer Street. “Yeah, I think I do,” you said leaning your head back against the seat with a happy sigh. “And now thanks to you I owe Steve 10 bucks,” she said making you turn to her in confusion “Wait- what do you mean?” “I bet him 10 bucks that I'd tell you first,” she said reaching for your hand over the console with a loving gaze. “So are you going to say it back?” you said mouth agape while she laughed, pulling the car into her neighborhood. “I thought that was implied" she said glancing at you as she looked down the street for her house. “Well I'd still like to hear it!” you said with a laugh as she pulled into her drive way. Snorting as she switched the ignition while turning to face you, only now illuminated by the headlights bouncing back off her garage in the now dark driveway, she reached up a hand to hold your face as you leaned into it. “I, Robin Buckley am in love with you,” she said giving you a quick kiss before she was out the door in a matter of seconds, throwing open you’re door to give you a real kiss.

“You girls are home a bit later than usual,” Mrs. Buckley said while Robin rolled her eyes, impatient to go upstairs to change out of her work uniform “Sorry Mrs. Buckley, we went to the movies and it ran a bit later than we expected,” you said sweetly with her mother cooed at her ‘best friend’ who Robin always claimed she loved more than her only to get a smile and a, “I think Y/N’s a lovely girl” “Will you be staying the night?” her mother asked snapping Robin out of her daydream. “If it alright with you?” you asked once again charming her mom, making Robin roll her eyes with a smile. “Of course, of course! Just tell me if you girls need anything!” Mrs. Buckley called as Robin was already pushing the two of you up the stairs while grumbling a “Will do Ma!” Laughing at your girlfriend’s antics as she threw her bag down on her desk chair while flopping down on her bed you walked over to her dresser to pick out her nightclothes and the spare hoodie Robin always kept tucked away for you. Throwing them at her with a laugh you stripped off your day clothes in favor of the sweater and a pair of Robins boxers after a long day at work, ready to curl up and watch some shitty cable with the love of your life.

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂

Characters: Blade, Dan Heng, Robin, Jingliu

Warnings: Pre-plotline Jingliu (back in the quintet, spoilers for various quests, penacony spoilers (Robin), Pre-plotline & during plotline Robin, Small spoilers for Luofu questline(?) (Jingliu)

Part 2 Here: (w/Aventurine, Acheron & Boothill)

Part 3 Here: (w/Sunday & Black Swan)

- Main love languages is gift giving & acts of service

- Whenever he’s on a mission and sees something that reminds him of you he immediately buys it

- As for acts of service well he’ll help you out all the time, cooking, cleaning, opening the door for you etc.

- A quieter person also, but blade enjoys just sitting there and listening to you ramble on about life

- Most times you do a bunch of things and then blade follows you around like a little lost puppy… Its adorable

- Cuddles are not uncommon but not common either-it really depends on blades current mood for if he decides to cuddle with you (or if you ask him 100 times)

- Blade gets both Jealous & Possessive quite easily

- All it takes is one look from a man, not even suggestively, even if it’s looking at you for 0.5 of a second, blade is already on their throats

- It did depend on who you prefer to date, if you only like males he’s a little less jealous around women, although if you like both he’d ready to murder everyone in the world

- Blade doesn’t show much emotion, often you can’t figure out what he’s thinking

- His favourite date spots include picnic dates or small cafe dates

- Remember he’s a wanted criminal so he can’t go anywhere too public, that said he dislikes PDA a lof

- Blade would rather keep any affections between the two of you only, not even for the other stellaron hunters to see

- Some gifts Blade gives you include souvenirs from different worlds he goes to, a sword to protect yourself (if you need it) and some cute stuffed animals he saw that reminded him of you

- Hes the quiet type in the relationship most of the time

- Likes affection in private, but in public he loves kisses (on the cheek, or small kisses on his lips), hugs or even holding hands

- Cuddles are his favourite, he doesn’t care too much in who hugs who

- Especially loves physical touch & giving you gifts

- Its adorable seeing your face light up when he gives you something

- You both have a shared room in the express so most of the time you both just cuddle while you sleep

- Loves forehead kisses, especially when you give them-it makes him blush every single time

- During the trailblaze mission of the Luofu he tried avoiding you in his Imbibitor Lunae form (but he knows he can’t hide forever and you guys have to fight together so you end up seeing it)

- His tail gives away his emotions away whenever hes in that form (its adorable)

- Oh and March is your #1 shipper

- Shes gotten a lot of pictures of the two of you when you guys weren’t looking

- Robin is similar to the other two, fairly quiet in the relationship

- As a popular singer you attend all of her concerts and help give her some luck

- As well as calm her nerves when needed

- Loves cuddling! Its her favorite pastime (small spoon)

- Physical touch means a lot to her, cuddling, handholding, hugging, anything

- In public Robin loves holding your hand, keeping you close to her

- In private, she enjoys cuddling you, hugs again, but she adores when you touch her wings (watch her get all flustered from that)

- Also enjoys giving you gifts

- Many of her fans adore you, some are very jealous though…

- Speaking of jealousy she doesn’t get too jealous-if you spend too long ignoring her though she’ll start sulking just a little bitbit

- Her fans are definitely jealous at you both, they wish they were in your place all of the time

- You’ve met Sunday plenty of times, the first time you both met he threatened you if anything happens to her

- But he understands how much his sister loves you and ends up accepting you

- When Robin “dies” in the Penacony dreamscape you and Sunday teamup to find the murderer as the ultimate duo

- Of course he makes you do most of the labor

- In the end, you end up like Sunday when you both confront Gallagher

- Jingliu adores her partner

- Naturally, the other 4 members of the quintet love you aswell-you often hangout with eachother

- Jing Yuan tells you stories about Jingliu on missions, Yinqing is quiet yet you both chat about smaller things like food or tea, Dan Feng is most likely the busiest out of the 4

- Around the Quintet Jingliu doesn’t mind if you hug her, hold her waist, hold hands or even kiss

- Most likely she’ll have her arm around your waist to keep you close

- Other than the quintet, she generally doesn’t do any actions of PDA except hand holding (+ an occasional kiss)

- She actually isn’t a jealous person, even if she is (which never happens), shes great at hiding how she truly feels

- With her, you’ll wake up to her arms around you, forcing you to sleep and stay with her longer

- One adorable thing she does is she always kisses you on the forehead before leaving for a mission

- As she returns from a mission, she is often tired and loves to cuddle you

- In those moments shes a small spoon-but usually Jingliu perfers being the big spoon

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Mermaid AU!

Mermaid AU!Robin x Human Reader

Characters: Robin, Sunday

Info: You find them lying on the beach after they’ve been injured & bring them back to your house

- As you walked along the beaches of Penacony, you noticed Robin on the ground injured

- So, you carried her back to your house. You ended up leaving her in the bathtub so her tail would be hydrated while you helped her wounds

- When she wakes up she trusts you… Shes a bit worried that you took her away but you did heal her, she feels better when you tell her you will return her when shes healed

- Eventually, she returned back home

- Robin often comes up from the waters to try and find you, when she does she offers various trinkets that she finds underwater

- Swimming together!! She loves when you join her for a swim, even if your not a mermaid like her

- When Sunday found out his sister was seeing a human, he went to go confront her & threaten you

- Humans have hurt mermaids in the past, so it’ll take a while for him to get used to you

- But eventually Robin convinces him you’re one of the nicer ones :)

- You also have daily meetings (or bi-daily)

- Mainly spend your time talking or swimming

- You also bought scuba gear & a boat to be able to swim to her house

- Loves when you cuddle up against her tail too, it feels nice for her

- Does not trust you once you find him

- Sunday thinks humans are all bad since they hurt mermaids

- It will take a lot of convincing to make sure you won’t hurt him, he’s lying in your bathtub but he won’t even let you in the room without trying to slice you with his fingernails

- Though he is a lot weaker since he’s injured and out of water, he knows he’s at a disadvantage with that

- Plus hes awake 24/7 since he thinks you plan on killing him

- As for how you end up convincing him you’re only trying to heal him… You don’t in a way

- When hes asleep you bandage his wounds (mind you its been days since you first brought him so they’ve gotten worse too)

- When he wakes up hes already lying down at the beach, drifting off into water, he hears you speak “You’re all healed up so go back to your family. Do be careful the next time you get injured”

- Robin is also there waiting for him which he goes with her

- When you go to the beach the next few times he watches you from afar before slowly inviting you to swim with him

- When you do hes still very cautious but ends up taking a liking to you

Imagine hanging around Robin a whole lot. Like you two spend so much time ever since you went to Peanacony. Where she is, she's dragging you along.

But there's a reason why. And she thinks she knows the reason. It's pretty clear to the public that you two are best friends. But rumors spread. And they spread fast.

She doesn't mind them. She's never minded rumors throughout her career. She can't help the flutter in her heart though when the press questions her about you and asks if you two are together.

There is another factor to this rumor party. Sunday.

He doesn't like that you spend so much time around his sister. He can't help it. He's a protective older brother. But every time he comes up to you and questions your relationship with Robin, it ends up derailing into a casual conversation.

He walks away from you even more confused than he was when he went to talk to you.

Now imagine the surprise of both of them when you say you were friends with Robin because you wanted to get close to Sunday. With 0 malice in your voice you admit to wanting to be closer to Sunday.

So the two siblings have come to a consensus that they would share your attention and time. This makes the news storm even more confused when they find you spending all your time with Sunday one week and then with Robin another.

But the two can't really help it, you're just to cute not to keep around.

₩arning: Yan? HSR x Kaslana! self-insert?, grammar mistakes, out of character, doomed yuri(?), kind of a harem...

Part 1: here

Expanding on the previous one...lore and shit 'cause I wanted to giggled.

Anyway, a little reminder, as a Kaslana, you are deemed to be gay or bisexual, so be prepared.

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In the past, you had your own kingdom. Your father was the previous king, your mother had died giving birth to you not long after. And so your father raised you on his own, teaching you about the goods and bads of the world, teaching you how to fight for your loved one and protect them at all cost in the name of the Kaslanas, The Knights and Shield of Humanity.

However, in a war with some Honkai Beasts, he died bravely, entrusting the kingdom and the life-long weapon of your family, which was a weapon of the Goddess your kingdom had been worshipping, "Atajina", had once held, to you. With that, you began leading the kingdom at the ripe age of 19.

You were a great leader, you had led your people to the war against the Swarms Disaster, later on leading the injured and the citizens to safety through the mountains. However, on the way, a woman accidentally dropped her baby down the hills below because of an argument between your mentally unstable comrades that was scared of the Swarms. The mother who was too surprised to even comprehend the situation, followed her son down the hills to protect him on instinct.

Being the only one who noticed that makes you rushed over to catch them, but instead got dragged down by gravity. Upon falling down, you could heard the screams of your comrades and the people who were worried for you behind, but you hugged the body of the woman closer to you, wanted to protect them with your own body no matter the cost.

When you woke up, you were still hugging their body. Despite a few scratches here and there, you saw that they were fine. But you were not, you felt a burning, painful feeling in the back and back of the head, which makes your head felt lighter. Seeing the passed out woman and her son in your hands, you could feel your heart beating calmly, relieving that they are safe.

Because you got up earlier, you instead went to investigate around with your broken back and bleeding head. When you got back, you saw the woman had woken up and she's calming her son down. After she noticed you and realized the situation that happened, she immediately apologized and said that her name was Yaerosa. Later she helped you tending your wounds with things you found useful while sobbing, saying sorry over and over again for causing it but being the person you are, you brushed it off.

When she asked about the people up the tall hills, you got silent. You haven't think that through 'cause of the rushed situation, now you do. But you believe in your comrades, they will understand and led the people back to safety first and then find you later.

Yaerosa was a sweet young woman, you thought, she was a single mother, the son's father had abandoned them upon hearing that she was pregnant, which makes her miserable. However, she got back on her feet by her family's support and the son who was born, whom she loved dearly.

You admired Yaerosa and her bravery personality. She also said that she had a great impression of you, who had started an event of helping those in needs by funding them with money and food and a place of living by building houses with helping them earn a job. She was one of those in needs, and she was grateful for you to be the one who proposed that idea and got accepted.

You and Yaerosa warmed up to each other, spending your time healing and investigating the surroundings to find the way back. She was the perfect woman in your eyes, and when you realized you liked her, you started to try and court her by making her flowers ring, subtly hinting your feelings. And in turns, she also subtly accepted it.

However, the good time never last long.

When you were out hunting for food, Yaerosa got attacked by the remains of the Swarms, eventhough they are much more weaker than all the other one you had encountered, they can still be harmful to those who don't know a single thing about fighting like her. And so, she died with her son in hands.

When you came back, you saw her cold body and felt chills run down your spine. You couldn't believe your eyes, and you were devastated, got crazy and started to hunted down the Swarms. When you calmed down, you instead went back and properly buried Yaerosa and her son, wished for them to rest in peace.

Later on, you found your way back to your kingdom after months of finding, but instead of your comrades and people greeting you, there were only desolation and death surrounded. Red dripping down the walls and mottled under your feet, making you feel more lightheaded than ever. Is this why they take months to find you? That they were all dead? You asked yourself in the reflection of the broken glass underneath you.

Upon seeing the culprit, the Swarms Leader in the middle of the city with it's children around, you could feel blood running straight to your head, and you took it upon yourself to revenge your comrades and kingdom. You wielded your weapon, flying toward the Leader with all your might and started a no-ending fight.

It eventually ended with you winning, but your blood keep flowing non-stop, the big hole on your waist cannot be tend, and your missing right hand cannot be cured. You were on your dying breath, which was your goal at last. You fell down to the ground, your eyes felt heavier than ever and you could slightly see your father, the previous king, and the love of your life, Yaerosa, standing in front of you, with your comrades and people behind them, waving to you.

You thought they were greeting you, welcomed you to their embraces and you were about to ran to them, but instead, you got pushed back, the last thing you saw was them turning around and leaving you in the dark.

When the light hits you, you saw that you are no longer on the battlefield. Your head was hurting, and your memory was not right. You were in a new body now, as you inspect your own body, you were met with a warming person, who later introduced to you as Akivili. They said that they had founded you dying on their way to travel around the galaxy, then they helped you transfer your life and soul into this doll that they got from a friend, giving you a second chance at life.

However, they didn't expect you to forget everything before that, so they didn't know your name. Instead, they gave you a new name, Filtatos, which later you founded out that it means "dearest".

You began your journey with Akivili, traveled around the galaxy and learned new things everytime. But when the times come, you asked them to leave, wanting to travel alone, eventhough you saw that Akivili was hesitant about it, they eventually accepted, and you took on the journey alone.

That's when you found out that without something, your body will always got shrink into a palm size.

Maybe because a certain Aeon keeps hiding the fact that kissing someone on the lips is not something that friends would do, which in turn causing you a lot of troubles because you didn't know how to fix the shrinking, instead you just waited till it gone (that can last at least 12 hours).

Until you met the infamous Dr. Ratio and followed him around that you found out about the method.

But we've discussed it before, so let's keep it aside.

After the Incident of Penacony, in which you cannot dreams so you successfully escape the illusion, you were greeted with the familiar Knight of Beauty, whom you met on your alone journey one time and ended up saved him from the poisonous experiment of some researchers from the Herta's Space Station in a random planet. He was so grateful for that that he always offered to help or even take you with him, eventhough you refused many times before.

Later on with the Galaxy Ranger, Boothill, who immediately recognized you as the loner he met in a bar on another random planet, which you were just following a friend to protect them on a per request. He was mesmerized by your beauty and strength that he wanted to travel with you on the journey for a while longer but never got the chance to since you left the planet as soon as you were done with the request.

A certain Emenator of Nihility is familiar with you, a sense of homesick came to her when meeting you, but she can't quite put on a word to it. So she let it through, bringing her to you even more than a normal person would. Because you brought to her a feeling of protection, wanting to shield you from any harms but didn't dare to stop you when the times come.

That Memo-Keeper sure is a headache. When you first met her, she was trying to sneak into your memories and find out what's behind those doll-like bones of yours, only to be horribly pushed back by the invisible forces. It didn't hurt her, of course, just a little uncomfortable of the suddenness but she could handle it, unlike when she is with that Emenator. But that only makes her longing for it more, wanting to find out what's behind those forces, and so, she continued to invaded your spaces, nothing too much, just close enough to let her through. But everytime she got pushed, she go further as she could, and everytime it happened, her obsession with you grew. So you learned to stay away from her, perhaps someday you will have to make her learn her lessons of not invading others memories.

Next is with the infamous singer, Robin, who was so excited to see you, the person who she once had a chance of meeting in one of her concerts in another planet. You were one of her bodyguards that she hired temporary, and she was delighted by the way you acted around her that she even invited you to sing with her in one of her released albums, which her fans did question who is the deep voices singing in the background of her songs.

Last but not least, the Oak's Head Clan, Sunday, whom you met when he was being imprisoned in a dark room that you unfortunately stumbled across when you were lost. You did offered to help him escape, but he refused. So all you did was cleaning up around him and himself because in your mind, it would suit him better than being stained with dirt and mud. Which in fact, did made him widened his eyes.

Now meeting the Nameless, you were a little surprised at how much it had grown for the past hundreds of years when you had gone, but you reluctantly get used to it. You greeted Pom-pom with ease, who was so happy to see you again, and said hello to the new Nameless, who was so stunned at the fact that you are old enough to had traveled with the Aeon of Trailblaze themselves.

Welt himself, however, was stunned by your appearance and similarities between his old acquaintances. Perhaps could he get your real name perchance? That would help him rings a bell.

But in the meeting with everyone on the Radiant Feldspar, you had to choose a path in which decided where is your next journey will be to continue the recovery of your memories, because all of them had taken a liking to you.

Would it be the old Astral Express but with new passengers? Or the Intelligent Guild of the infamous strict professor? Maybe the IPC with the gambler and his work-friends, who had taken an interest in your past? Or the loner Galaxy Ranger with a gun? Remember the extended hand of a distant Emenator? How about the Knight of Beauty? Can you consider adding a relaxing tour with a certain influencer?

Or maybe should you stay alone and be on own?

Oh wait, you don't have that choice, do you?

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Scolds and Red Tulips

summary: damian wayne doesn't think he ever had a crush until, of course, you scold him for the first time.

pairing: damian wayne x reader

notes: okay so, maybe i liked writing these type of fics, they are fun!

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Damian doesn't notice at first.

He didn't notice how he started looking out for you on that crowd of students, or how he began to find new topics to discuss with you.

He never notice how he would steal glances at you, or how sweety his palms felt when you were around.

He didn't notice until after he almost beat a boy up because he was trying to get your biology project topic.

God, he was so stupid.

"He started it, (y/l)." He mutters, looking down at his shoes.

You sigh and put a hand over your forehead, "I know. But you could've talked to Ms. Halle, Damian."

"I fight my own battles." He spits, raising his chin, "I do not need the help of a teacher."

"You were going to punch him because he got our subject." You deadpan, rolling your eyes. Putting an accusing finger on his chest, you say angrily, "I'm gonna go solve this. You stay here."

Damian watches as you turn around and stalks towards the classroom again and feels his face flush a deep scarlet red, and not because he was angry.

And just like that, Damian Wayne realized he was head over heels for you.

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"Richard, Cassandra, I request your help. Now." Damian says, grabbing both of his siblings arms and fleeting to his room, ignoring the weird glance his father gave them.

"Hey, what is going on, Little D?" Dick asks, receiving a nod from Cassandra when the three entered the youngest room.

Damian just shoves both inside, quickly locking the door behind them. The boy just stands there for a minute, a hand on the round hand as he tries to calm his rapid breathing.

"Baby brother?" He hears his older sister calls out and suddenly he turns around to face both.

"I have been... Compromised."

"What?" Dick inquires, stepping closer to him, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Of course I am not!" The younger groans, "I don't even know how it happened!"

Cassandra tilts her head and scans him from head to toe, "What happened?"

"I almost punched someone-" Damian starts, ignoring Dick frown, "I was just trying to help and then she- she started telling me off! And my face started to burn and my heart started to beat faster and- I'm so stupid, how didn't I notice it before?"

"You have a crush." Cassandra states, crossing her arms.

"I do not have a crush!" Damian stomps, feeling his face flush again. He turns his eyes to his feet, then to his siblings, "I don't do I?'

Dick stares at him for a few moments and a gentle smile creeps onto his lips, "You do."

Damian freezes, his heart skipping a beat.

This can't be happening. No. Fucking. Way.

"Are you gonna do anything about it?" His sister asks and he finds himself without an answer.

"I don't know. Should I?" Damian replies and frowns, "I don't- I don't even know if she interested on me."

"I think you should." Dick nods again, "How will you know if you don't even try."

Cassie hums in agreement and brings a hand to ruffle the boy's curls, "Do something. I feel like you will have a surprise."

Damian glances between two and feels himself nod, a determined expression painted creeping on his face, "Yeah, okay. I need to go search for a flower shop."

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Damian felt his hands start to tremble as he spotted you at the end of the hallway.

The, rather comically, large bouquet of red tulips feels suddenly heavy on his hands.

Closing his eyes, Damian breaths heavily and mutters to himself, "Okay, okay, I can do this."

He walks towards you with quick steps, taps your shoulder lightly and when you turn around he shoves the bouquet on your face.

Looking at the bouquet and then back up at him, you ask puzzled, "Um, hi."

"Hey." He replies, still looking down.

"What is, um, this?"

"For you." He frowns and finally looks up at you, "You don't like them?"

"I- I do." You say, a small smile creeping on your face as you gently grab the flowers. Bring them towards your nose, "They smell amazing, thank you."

Damian glances up at you, a blush covering his cheeks, "You're welcome."

"So, is something going on?" You ask, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Not that I don't like them, I just- This is kinda random."

"I... came to a realization yesterday." He breaths out.

"And that is.." You prompt him to continue.

"I like you, (y/n)." He says, looking down again, "And I've been liking you for a very long time. You are sweet, and smart, and kind, and, with all due respect, the most beautiful person I have ever met, so, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm totally enchanted by you."

You stare at him, a blush rapidly creeping onto your face and the grip on the bouquet a tad harder, "Oh."

Damian sighs and meets your eyes again, "(y/n) (y/l), do you want to go on a date with me?"

You two stare at each other, both faces crimson red. You look down and let out a soft chuckle fall from your lips. Looking up again, you nod your head, "I'd love to go on a date with you."

Damian shoulders fall from relief and he smiles, "Perfect."

"Perfect." You repeat, and tilt your head again, "And just for the record, I like you too."

Damian comes home that afternoon with a smile on his face and if he saw Richard and Cassandra giving each other a fist bump, he doesn't say anything.

Like a lamb led to slaughter (my heart held in your hands)

carry me slowly, my sunlight (these colours, they fade for you only) - series masterlist here

pairing: damian wayne x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.7k

genre: fluff? angst? kinda hurt/comfort?

warnings: this is the enemies part of the enemies to lovers so they're kinda mean and hateful, reader pulls a knife on damian at the beginning but it's pretty chill, also angsty ending in this but future parts where they're together and in love are already up and in my masterlist <3

a/n: enjoy xoxo

Damian pauses, holding his breath as the knife that's been suddenly pressed against his throat gets pressed a little harder. The wind blows the sand around his feet gently and he listens, straining for a hint as to who his attacker is.

"Damian Al Ghul, caught by surprise… you're getting slow," your voice makes him relax - much to his annoyance, his jaw clenching as he exhales slowly. You pull the knife away from him, ignoring the small trickle of blood that runs down his neck as you stand in front of him. 

"You shouldn't be here," he snaps harshly.

"Neither should you," you quip back.

"This is my -"

"For now," you interrupt, your grin wicked. "This war of ours isn't over yet, Al Ghul. I wouldn't claim the winning prize for yourself just yet - not when you're the one who's been caught off guard." Damian's fists clench, his eyes hard as he stares at you through the darkness of night, the stars dripping pinpricks of light onto the two of you.

"This is League territory. You are outcast. You're not welcome here, and neither are any of the others who follow you," he says viciously. You smile.

"So sure I won't beat you still," you say, a mocking edge in your voice that makes him huff. "So sure it'll be you leading the League one day, and not me."

Damian doesn't bite back, though. He opens his mouth to, but then seems to think better of it, opting instead to step away from you and plant himself on the sandy ground while the clouds part, the moon shining through. You think you hear him muttering, "why don't you just kill me and get it over with, then?"

You blink at his behaviour, following him cautiously and standing in front of him, blocking the light of the moon and shrouding him in darkness where he's sitting, knees pulled up to his chest.

"What's wrong with you?" You ask, toeing at his side with your shoe, jostling him slightly. He just clenches his fists tighter.

"You're blocking out the sky," he says bitterly. "And you stabbed me." You arch a brow.

"You're stargazing now? How novel. And I didn't stab you - don't be dramatic. It was just a little cut… you've given me worse," you point out.

"You deserve worse," he snaps. You straighten back and away from him, moving to let the light of the moon shine down on him as you sit next to him.

"You know I'd never kill you on a night like this," you say, a softness in your voice that makes you both queasy. You feel the weight of the knife in its sheath against your leg and press your hand to it. You could try to kill him - you probably should. God knows there are enough people waiting for you to.

"Not enough of an audience?" Damian says dryly. You kick a pile of sand near your foot.

"Why didn't you fight back? You could just as easily try to kill me tonight. But you wouldn't because we've been at this far too long to let it end in private… just the two of us." The end of your sentence is murmured, your eyes trained on his face while he stares up at the night sky. It takes him longer than you'd like for him to tear his gaze away from the full moon and look back at you, the light shining on one half of his face while the other now sits in shadow. You imagine you look much the same, half bathed in light, half shrouded. 

"What do you think will happen?" His question finally cuts through the silence. "When one of us finally kills the other." You pull your hand away from your knife like it's burned you. 

"When I kill you?" You say haughtily. "The League will be mine."

"And when I kill you?" Damian snaps back. You seem to mull over your answer for a moment too long, Damian huffing and turning back up to the sky.

"Then you win," you say quietly. "And you're rid of me." Something in your heart twinges at that and you grit your teeth.

"What would I do?" He says it so softly you're sure you wouldn't hear him if you hadn't spent so many years learning him. You fix him with a hard look, but he keeps his eyes pointedly on the stars and not at you. "What would I do without you?"

"What would I do without you?" Your response is so wavering and hushed that you think he must have missed it. It must have simply been caught in the wind and carried away to somewhere where the two of you could be anything other than what you are now. The way Damian turns to look at you, eyes wide and vulnerable and hurting, tells you he heard you just fine. 

"I don't want to kill you," he says it like kindness is a crime.

"You have to," you respond, like a lamb led to slaughter. "It's what we're made for, you and me. To be each other's end - each other's undoing. Only one of us is making it out of this alive." There's a weight in your words that goes unsaid. A part of me will die with you. Neither one of us will make it out of this and stay whole. A part of me belongs to you.

Damian stands suddenly, sand flying at where you sit as he shoots to his feet. You brush it off of you with a sigh and crane your neck to look up at him where he's standing tall, fists clenched and shoulders back, his feet planted firmly and holding him steady. You assume there's a determination in his eyes that you're intimately familiar with to go with his stance. He's blocked out the moon with his figure, leaving the two of you in shadow with a blinding halo around his silhouette, but you don't need to see his face to know what look he's wearing - you haven't needed to for a long time.

"There's a way around this, I'm sure," he says. You sigh and a breeze floats by, ruffling through him and into you. Your nose burns when you pick up the faintest whiff of his scent and you wonder, just for a moment, if he can detect the same from you… if he knows you the way you know him.

"You don't want that," you say flatly.

"Don't tell me what I want," he snaps back, voice hard. "You don't get to decide how this ends." You shoot up at his words, standing chest to chest with him, so close that you bump into each other.

"I decide just as much as you do." Your voice mimics the steel in his own. "This is about us, not you, and… and," whatever you were saying dies out as you look at Damian, his eyes staring back at you intensely. You hadn't really realized, in your anger and haste, how close to him you'd shoved yourself, but you can feel his breath on your skin and see the flecks of colour in his deep brown eyes.

"And… what?" He prompts, scowl still on his face. He seems to take no notice of the way his nose brushes against yours. That is, until your eyes flick down to his lips for a split second too long.

He lurches away from you, stepping back to create distance and holding a hand out in surrender, as if the close proximity to you just then had been more threatening than all the times you'd pointed a sword to his chest. The way your heart thumps behind your ribs and your breath catches, you're inclined to agree.

"I'm going to fix this," he says breathlessly.

"Fix what? There's nothing to fix, Damian." His name burns your tongue, like it's an intimacy you shouldn't indulge in. "There's nothing to fix. This is the way it's supposed to go."

"I won't kill you," he's all but yelling at you now. "And I won't let you kill me." You make the mistake of closing your eyes, hanging your head slightly and sighing as you prepare yourself for another fight. It's a moment of weakness that you would never allow in front of any enemy other than him - a moment of vulnerability that could cost you your life. But you hear it, ever so slightly, the whisper of him moving with a stealth that only the two of you know. By the time you open your eyes, he's gone.

You realize, in the days following the incident, that you'd never gone so long without seeing Damian before. At first, you were shoved against each other by your respective sides in never-ending fights to see who would triumph. Then, as time passed and the two of you grew, your skills matched and fights ending in draws over and over, you started seeking each other out on your own. To know your enemy, you'd always told yourself. You're sure he'd always tried to convince himself of the same. 

But now? Now days have gone by without a whisper, without a flickering shadow or a hushed breath. Eventually, you go looking, silent and hidden and so desperately hopeful. But that's when you hear it - the rumours.

Damian Al Ghul is gone - gone to live with his father and train with him. He'll be back, you promise yourself. He'll come back to me. 

But he doesn't. Time passes and he remains gone, the rumours spreading.

Damian Al Ghul has found a home beyond this war, beyond you. You're sure that only makes you so nauseous because now you'll never get the chance to kill him.

Damian Al Ghul has no interest in fighting a war that isn't his anymore, you hear. Damian Al Ghul has no need for a vicious prophecy or a never-ending rivalry.  Damian Al Ghul has found a home, apparently, and it's somewhere far… far away from you.

Auburn Traditions (Damian Wayne x Reader)

summary: After your wedding, Damian spends the night finding his name in your bridal henna. In the safety of your presence, he can share his true feelings to you. word count: 1,550~ warnings: none Special thanks to @quillsareswords for bouncing ideas around until this fic was born. I am soft for this man. This is the mushiest thing I've written in so long. Literally kicking my feet writing this.

It came as no surprise when Damian popped the question. 

You two flourished beside each other, growing individually in the comfort of each other’s embrace. For years you stood beside Damian. Through high school you helped him study every exam season, said quick greetings in the halls, and even helped him find all his classes his first year. In college you motivated him through finals, went to every pesky orientation, and cheered the loudest when he walked across the stage one final time. 

Almost in tandem, Damian returned the favor. He asked you to Prom your senior year, holding up a shy bouquet of flowers and a corsage. He attended every performance of yours, big or small, because the mere presence of him was more support than you could ever wish for. Damian dragged you to bed on long nights and held you through so many tough ones, never letting go through it all. 

You moved out together years later after you found the perfect forever home and finally made it yours. The walls were painted deep into the night, muted tones swiped onto his nose only for him to fling it back at you. Together, Christmas lights were hung across the house year after year as you danced to the upbeat tunes in your own living room while the fireplace warms you up after a long day in the snow. 

So when Damian kneeled before you, his heart pouring out of his chest as he spoke words of reflection and his own green eyes shining with affection, you had to say yes. A year of bliss with Damian Wayne, your fiancé, soon to be husband. You carved out a section of this chaotic world and made it your own, a section full of adoration and unwavering love. 

The wedding night was one to remember. It was an extravagant night filled with family, music, and laughter. Damian couldn’t keep his eyes off his bride for very long, far too many of the wedding photos showed Damian’s soft gaze towards you. 

Your vows were heartfelt and private, opting to say your true feelings in the comfort of each other and no one more. Damian Wayne, the man of very few words, had the most poetic words fall from his lips that day. Damian Wayne, the man with ironclad emotions, cried in front of you when the vows continued forward—not that he’d ever admit that, but you knew. 

So here you were, the wedding night bliss still radiating off of you as you sat in front of Damian—your husband—on your shared bed. Your outfits were hung up ages ago, torn off the second you could and changed into something more cozy with softer fabrics and looser seams. Bobby pins were scattered across the bathroom sink as you let your hair rest. Damian’s own hair was ruffled, the gel long since worn off. 

Neither of you minded, no amount of makeup or luxurious outfits could make Damian fall for you any harder than he already has. 

“You’re really intent on finding it,” you commented playfully, your voice dipped into softer volume. Your hands rested in his, decorated in vibrant amber. Delicate florals weaved their way across your fingertips and palms, vines twirled across the negative space until their leaves grew on your hands. Mother Earth herself had kissed your hands and let her beauty flow across your skin—her own blessing to the marriage. 

Henna: a tradition that was nothing short of mesmerizing. You remembered the day Damian asked for this, a small portion of his heritage incorporated into the best night of his life. And of course, you said yes, accepting every part of him happily. 

His hands traced along the arabic style that seeped into your skin, spaced out leaves and florals that left a gorgeous amount of free space to show off your own beautiful skin. It wasn’t nearly as intricate as Mehndi, for this style of henna focused on the palms to bring in love and cherish memories. But every dot on your skin was as fascinating as the one before it, carefully placed into a beautiful design. 

“Of course,” Damian responded, his gaze incredibly focused on the detailed pattern on your hands. He flipped over your hands to look at the top. “The fate of the marriage rests on this moment.” 

You snorted, “You just don’t want to admit that I’m the dominant one in the relationship.” 

Damian tsked, “You wish.” 

“Well,” you looked over at the clock, “you have five minutes before that superstition comes true. Better hurry up, bird boy.” 

“There’s no need to rush me, I will find it before the night is over.” 

You hummed in disbelief, a playful tone falling from your lips. The room fell to comfortable silence once more, the only sound was the soft breathing that landed onto the tips of your fingers. 

His hands were so gentle as they touched yours, a faint warmth emitting from his own hands and transferring to yours. Even as he turned your hands this way and that, his fingertips traced along the design. The touch was feather-light, almost tickling the surface of your hand. 

He never touched with much pressure. Even though the dye was a deep rich color, beautifully stained on your hands and wrists, he didn’t dare to wear it thin. Talia herself told you every tradition as she crafted the henna on your hand, happy to play such a significant role in her son's marriage—and welcoming you to the family? She was overjoyed to receive that call. 

So when your henna turned into a darker tone overnight, you immediately knew the deep connection between you and Damian was gorgeously on display. The color signified more than just love and an unwavering bond, but it also represented your place beside your new family, and the love you will surely receive from them. 

“You look beautiful with this on, Zawjati,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, as if the amber design had Damian mesmerized. The words fell from his lips absent-mindedly, a new term of endearment taking flight in an instant. The gesture meant more to him than he could ever explain, from the reconnection to understanding, all the way to acceptance, his heart was unbelievably full. 

You glanced up at him, your eyes met the softened gaze of a man so deeply in love, the rest of the word slipped away. That gaze conveyed more to you than any poetic vow. 

Your heart was equally as full. His simple wedding band was smooth against your fingers, the new shimmer of metal was vibrant against the tan of his skin. Your own traditions having melted into the wedding with the rings, a permanent symbol of the promise Damian made to you each and every day: to love and cherish you.

“That’s a new one,” you said, pushing past the breathless feeling in your lungs. 

He rolled your fingers in his and sparks flew up your chest just like the first day you met him, even after all these years. He hummed in question, his eyes scanning the patterns with deep concentration. 

“Zawjati,” you continued. “What does that one mean?”

Damian shifted slightly, not uncomfortably so, but as if his brain was mulling words around behind his eyes so his body swayed on instinct. “My wife.” 

The smile that broke across your face happened in an instant, a full gleam of happiness filled your body that you couldn’t possibly contain. “Oh?” you teased, as if the words didn’t burrow themselves in your chest to create blossoming trees, “I’ve upgraded now.”

The corner of his lip ticked upwards so slightly you wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t staring. There was a tint of your lipstick stained on his lips that you didn’t notice before. His fingers toyed with yours, they slipped in between yours with a ticklish touch. 

“I’ve been wanting to call you that for years,” he said it so simply, like that profession didn’t take the air out of your lungs and make your heart flutter alongside it. 

“Years?” you breathed out, stunned by his words. You knew his love for you was profound, but to be looking forward to spending the rest of his life with you for years? Your head whirled from the whiplash. 

“Yes.” Just as simply as the words that came before. “My heart knew who it belonged to the second you entered my life. You were the only one who ever saw me for who I really was, not who I could become. You were the only one who made me look forward to living, not for the sake of saving lives to simply do it again the next day, but to keep coming home to you.”

“You make the future seem possible. You,” he breathed, “you make me want to be better, not because I have to, but because I truly want to. That is why I’ve always been more partial to the other translation of Zawjati.” 

The word rolled off his tongue and your heart danced. “And what’s that?”

His thumb swiped across your pulse point where his name was imprinted on your skin in subtle cursive, easily blending into a vine. He gently brought the point to his lips. 

“My better half.”

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Parties aren't my thing.

Robin Buckley x reader

summary: robin doesn't like parties, but in this case, she's so glad she came.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is my first st fic /oneshot thing, and also very self indulgent lmao. this is also longer than i intended lmao.

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robin buckley does not like parties. she doesn't like them one bit. of course she goes to one every now and then, but on more that one occasion has been threatened by steve (lovingly of course) that he'd drag her by the earlobe so she can socialize. steve knows that she doesn't particularly enjoy being surrounded by sweaty, drunk and horny teens from all around town, but he also knows that once she's had a drink or two, she begins to loosen up and enjoy herself.

more often that not, the pair are joined by none other that eddie munson who knows that he isn't particularly liked by the masses, but won't miss the opportunity to get free drinks and to sell to the idiots inside who want to get high. he preferred to stick close by robin due to the fact that steve was usually off flirting with girls. that, and the two of them just got along incredibly well together.

this particular party is loud. and busy. and robin does not like it, despite having alcohol in her system. as she suspected, steve was nowhere in sight. and strangely enough, neither was eddie. they had all parted ways after leaving the kitchen with their first round of drinks and robin was yet to spot either of them.

she had quickly made her way through the crowd, still having no luck, and decided that she needs some quiet. so with that thought in mind, she heads outside and sits on the steps of the porch. its not exactly the quiet she was looking for, but the front door that swung closed behind her definitely did a decent job of muffling the music a bit.

and all too quickly, her solace is disturbed by the door opening, a short shuffling of feet, and then the door closing once more. robin takes no notice of whoever had disturbed her, instead leaning her arms on her knees and looking aimlessly down the street.

that is, until the person speaks up.

"are you okay?" the voice asked. robin knew that voice. sorta.

she turned around to confirm the belonged to who she thought it belonged to, and sure enough, she was right. stood behind her stood her knight in shining armour (not that the girl knew). except robin thought her less like a knight but of a princess, and her suit of armour was but a baby blue coloured summer dress and slightly dingy white converse. it took robin a few moments of staring at the girl behind her with wide eyes before her brain finally thought of something to say that wouldn't make her sound strange and her mouth caught up with her mind.

"huh? oh, yeah, i'm good. great. fantastic. thanks for asking. what about you? are you good? did it just get hotter right now?"

robin wills herself to stop talking. she locks eyes with the girl and gets a smile thrown her way.

"you sure you're okay?" the girl says with a smile as she steps forward to stand beside robin, before sitting next to her. the girl smiles at her again and takes a swig of the beer that robin hadn't noticed her holding until now. she can't think of anything sensible to say that would't cause her to start rambling, so she just nodded her head.

for a moment, the two sit in a comfortable silence, listening to the dulled down music, before y/n pipes up again.

"how come you're out here alone robin? don't you usually hang out with steve harrington?" at this, robin internally starts panicking. not only does this gorgeous girl know who she hangs around with, she she also knows her name! she takes notice of her. robin, slightly red faced, turns her head to look at y/n.

"he disappeared ages ago to flirt with pretty girls." she then added in a small voice, "you know my name?"

y/n laughed slightly, and robin decided she wanted to hear the sound all day every day.

"that seems very in character of him. i don't see why he isn't flirting with you then, because, if i'm being totally honest, between you and me, you are probably the prettiest girl here." she leaned to the side and rested on her palm, bringing her face closer to robins as if to make sure her point got across. "and why wouldn't i know your name silly?" she added with a smile.

robins face flushed a bright red. she was sure that even with the dim lighting that y/n could see it, and she thought it fruitless to try and hide the fact. y/n leaned away and placed her drink down on the step closest to the ground so neither of them would knock it over.

"um, how come you're out here?" robin was playing with the small rip in her jeans, hoping that the girl next to here wouldn't sense how nervous she actually was. y/n leaned forward slightly, and then back, swaying in the soft, summer night breeze.

"parties aren't really my thing. my friends dragged me here and gave me no choice in the matter since i flaked out on them at the last party invite. but, can i tell you something?" y/n turned to robin with a small, expectant smile on her face.

"yeah, of course." robin said, nodding dumbly.

"i'm actually kinda glad i came though, because i kinda got to know someone tonight. and it's an amazing feeling to talk with them because i've liked them for so long but i have no idea how to talk to them. but honestly, it just came so easy." y/n said with a wide grin, and upon hearing this, robins heart shattered a little.

"o-oh, let me guess, was it one of the jocks, nerds, maybe my boy steve?" she said, trying to put up a facade to not let the girl next to her know she had broken her heart slightly. she scolded herself for getting her hopes up, because of course a pretty girl like her was straight, and of course there was no way robins feelings would be reciprocated.

y/n's face softened a little, and she tuned her body to face robin. "can i tell you a secret?" as expected from her, robin nodded furiously, a hint of a supportive smile etching its way onto her face. y/n let out a slightly shaky breath, before her face fell and she became serious. "it's not any of the jocks, or the nerds, or your boy steve." she let out another breath, and robin was waiting to hear who her crush was so fascinated with.

"it's you."

the two words were uttered at barely above a whisper, but when they left the girls mouth, robin feels as though they had been shouted from the rooftops.

robins eyes widen. her face flushes. and she's instantly smiling, thanking the gods above that steve had forced her to come along.

"you like me? you, y/n l/n, like, me? like, like like or just like, like?i just said the word like too many times. i'm sorry, i ramble when i'm nervous! i don't mean to, i just, i like you too! like, like like but i thought you-" her rambling is cut off by y/n's hand being gently placed over her mouth.

"thought i was what, straight? no way, have you seen the guys here? like don't get me wrong they're definitely attractive, but have you seen you?" robin feels like she may explode as y/n's hand falls from her face.

"wow." is all robins brain can come up with.

"yeah. i'm sorry if i'm coming on a little strong, i just thought-" robin unintentionally cuts her off because she feels like her mind is thinking about things at a million miles and hour, and the one thought she can coherently say is,

"can i kiss you?"

y/n nods her head, and there, under the moon light, robin finally gets to kiss the girl she was convinced was unattainable. it's slow, and a little awkward, but to both of them, it feels heavenly. after a moment, the two finally part, smiling like a pair of idiots, and they rest their foreheads on one another.

" you know, parties aren't really my thing either, but i'm so glad steve made me come with him."

"i'm glad steve made you come too."