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Daffodils and Graves That Came Too Soon:
Chapter 1

Summary: Jon leaned across from him at their lunch table with gooey, gross eyes that made him sick in the most unpleasant way, and a dumb smile on his wobbling lips that made him look straight out of a cartoon, and he said: “I think I’m in love!”

And he felt his world fall apart.

Damian thought, all this time, that Jon felt the same as he did, that he wanted him as much as he wanted Jon. When he finds out he’s been wrong this whole time, he slips up in a battle, and the consequence leaves him with a debilitating disease… now his broken heart is literally going to be the end of him.


“You don’t ever look at anybody and just wanna… kiss them?”

He nearly bit his tongue between his raised teeth, mad that he had the audacity to ask him that, mad that he had to answer with a straight face, mad that he couldn’t make a dash for the academy doors and leave Jon sitting there all by himself because that was what he wanted to do right then. He instead cocked an eyebrow. “I think you’re forgetting something important, Hayseed.”


He stood up with his tray, intent on spending the rest of his lunch period in the bathroom, holed up where nobody would bother him, where Jon wouldn’t think to look for him. That way he could be alone, the one thing Jon promised him he’d never be, the one thing he’d told him again and again he didn’t have to be. Well, right then he wanted to be. He shot Jon a glance over his tray. “They have to want to kiss me, too.”

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dick: ready for trick-or-treating dami?

damian: i cannot wear this i physically cannot

jason: dude, you have to, think of the look on bruce’s face

tim: get out here kid it’ll be hilarious

jon: cmon dami i bet it isn’t that bad!

damian, exits his room in a kids Superman costume: i- we are never doing this again. GRAYSON PUT THE CAMERA AWAY

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It occurs to me, in a good-mom Talia fic, where Jon has broken Damian’s heart…. nobody else would understand his pain more. I keep alluding to the fact, when I write about this sort of thing, that Damian is falling into the same trap as his mom and falling in love with somebody who could never love him back… but that interaction would be so fun to write.

Talia would never wish that sort of pain on Damian, because she knows it well. In her efforts to help, she’d probably drive him to do some unhealthy things– throw himself into work with his father, remove himself from Jon in the way she never could from Bruce, follow his father and only his father the way she’s only followed hers– but she knows Bruce is a better man to follow.

Not to mention… Bruce would 100% notice Damian acting much more like his mother, and I don’t think he’d like it.

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you guys know how jon’s full name is jonathan samuel kent, right? so, i think it would be lovely if, for any reason, damian started randomly calling him ‘samuel’ or ‘sam’. maybe to tease him??? maybe when he’s mad??? i don’t know!! i just really wanted to see it happen one day. can’t you imagine jon’s face twitch in pure confusion, like “what the fuck, d?”

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Damian took a deep breath, glancing over at the figure slumped in the car beside him.

They had been driving for hours. Damian had lost track at this point. He just knew that he kept having to switch radio stations - nothing ever played anything good. There was just the sound of the radio, the rumble of the shitty country highway under his tires, and Jon’s soft snoring in the passenger seat. It was pitch black outside, on the rare occasion that they passed someone on the highway, their headlights were blinding. Damian’s ankle ached from where he had sprained it, and his back was sore. His butt had gone numb about an hour ago. 

He could ask Jon to switch, he could pull over into a gas station, and wake him up with a gentle shake and a soft kiss. He could do that, and then he’d be able to lay back and sleep and relax. But he wouldn’t do that. Jon needed his rest. Jon wasn’t used to pulling all nighters, while Damian was. He’d gone days without sleep before, he could do a 20 hour drive no problem.

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Damijon Secret Santa Applications Are Open!

What is a Secret Santa?

A Secret Santa is a gifter who has a giftee– and their giftee doesn’t know who is giving them their gift until the day of! As a Secret Santa, you will be provided the wishes your giftee left for you, and from that, it’s your job to create something damijon-related based on those wishes! Don’t let your giftee know who you are– it’s imperative it remains a secret for the fun of the game ❤️ You’ll get your own Secret Santa, of course! Nobody creating a gift will be left without one on Christmas Day!

Any questions?

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correct my heart out

fandom: dc comics / supersons
warning: none 
summary: 18-year-old Jon Kent has decided he’s done with silently pining after his best friend and it’s time to do something about it. And because he’s a hopeless romantic and knows Damian Wayne is a classical man at heart, he writes him a letter. Out of all the outcomes he pictures in his mind, the answer he gets is not one he was expecting.  
notes: thought I’d give damijon a shot! the prompt was picked from this list, at the suggestion of my lovely @achinghcarts who also kindly beta’d it. can’t thank you enough for your support!
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No. Hecking. Way.

Initially, when Jonathan Kent opened his notebook to find a freshly pressed letter between the pages of his last notes, sealed in that stupid monogrammed envelope he knew so well by now, his heart had threatened with jumping out of his body. For you see, folks, our friend Jon here had done something very brave the previous night - after having deliberated on the course of action for months, after having drafted nothing short of eight different texts, emails and letters in the last twenty four hours and having paced around his room reminiscing of the years worth of pining in the lamest possible way-, he’d managed to summon the freaking courage of writing a very heartfelt, extremely honest love letter, finally confessing and owning up to his feelings for his best friend. It’d taken up a few tries, what with the trembling of his hand and the continuous snapping of pens in half due to his nerves, but he’d done it. Not just that, he’d also folded it and slipped it somewhere Damian would easily find it, quite possible in the very near future. Oh! And he hadn’t forgotten to sign it, which was also a pretty brave stage despite how telling the rest of the message was. All in all, Jon thought he’d done a good job.

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Damian: What have you gathered on the case?
Jon: Well, here's a list of all the suspects I've obtained.
Damian: Kent, your name is on this list.
Jon: I can't remember where I was last Saturday, therefore I have no abili. I've been trailing myself for days.
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