#damian gave up trying to argue with her

[waspredteeth]

the thing about Damian, especially pre-Robin, is that you have to straddle a line between child and cult assassin. He’s a nuanced character, you can’t dumb him down or simplify him. (On that note: PLEASE stop calling him feral! It’s racist as fuck!)

You cannot make other characters be nice and understanding to him from the start like Dick or Tim or Jason. You cannot make them treat him like a toddler below his actual age.

You also cannot make him a irredeemable psychopath who exists only to hurt Tim and sow conflict. Because that’s just straight up not true. Fanon.

Writing Damian needs to be a balance between these, and he needs this nuance to be interesting.

If everyone treats him softly, then there’s no point for Damian’s personality as it is. He is rude and arrogant and abrasive for a reason. You could argue that he’s spoiled, but he’s also a child who was ripped from a culture he knew and thrust into the arms of a white family who don’t understand him and don’t make the effort to actually teach him their views. He’s rude and angry because there is no place for him there, not until Robin, and even then he is still subject to their judgements. If everyone treats him with kid gloves, then his attitude comes without justification and doesn’t make sense.

Please remember that when Damian first appeared in comics, everyone except Talia disliked him. Bruce wasn’t sure what to do with him, but he also was quick to scream obedience. From Dick’s inner monologue in Resurrection of Ras al Ghul and his very early interactions in Batman and Robin, he didn’t like the kid and thought him a burden to bear in the place of Bruce. Tim never once gave him mercy after the first meeting. His inner monologue and actions all speak of hate and teenage angst - some justified, some way out of line.

Damian’s anger is then reasonably apparent. He doesn’t fit in. He can’t. But he doesn’t seek violence. He doesn’t try to murder everyone in their sleep like some people think. It’s shocking that fanon’s interpretation of him is a boy who goes for the throat in every interaction. He’s snippy, but in every single comic I’ve read he’s never tried to fight someone without a justification. If he was an X-Men level telepath, then I’d argue that his actions would become worse if he really knew what people thought of him at first glance.

If you’re a child that knows he is hated, then you lash out. You test boundaries. You see what will make them exile you, hurt you. You are a brown boy surrounded by a white city in a culture that you don’t understand. You cannot see your mother again. They hate her. You cannot express yourself in a world that expects the worst. You are shackled by expectation and judgement. They won’t let you be, but they won’t let you go.

You are stuck.

And in this, you will always be.

#damian wayne #dc #robin #erm #anyway if you demonize him then I WILL call you out #reconsider your biases if you’re calling for the punishment of an Arab child #waspdoesathought #a painted bird named tamer

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Annual Mandatory Batfam Camping Trip

Bruce started the tradition after adopting Dick of going out camping one weekend every summer to try and have a more "normal" family bonding thing

Yes, it is mandatory for all members of the family, even those not currently living in the manor

It is universally hated by all the children except Cass, she thinks it's so fun

Everyone except Dick, Damian, and Cass are all city kids and prefer it that way, thank you very much

Dick was so excited the very first trip and that excitement lasted until approximately one hour into trying to set up the tent (it took nearly two hours total), he's dreaded it every year since but won't say anything bc it makes Bruce so happy

Damian thinks it's unnecessary and uncivilized to sleep on the ground for no purpose other than "fun" (he fails to see what's so fun)

Alfred never goes on this trip, he does a bunch of the packing and prepping and then pushes them all out the door with their bags, Bruce asked if he wanted to come the first year and Alfred said a very polite and British version of "fuck no" and he enjoys his annual weekend off

Barbara was also invited but refused, saying she wasn't technically part of the family and therefore didn't have to go

(Steph tried using the same technicality, but was outvoted by Tim, who wants her to suffer with them, and Cass, who gave her puppy dog eyes, nobody was brave enough to argue with Barbara)

There are three tents: Steph and Cass in one, Bruce, Dick, and Damian in one, and Jason, Tim, and Duke in one

Jason has a scar of his shoulder from the time they tried fly-fishing and Tim's hook got hooked on Jason and Jason will never let him forget it

There is a ban on any kind of traps or hunting after Duke got stuck in a net Damian set up to "protect" them from bears

Tim and Dick always struggle to open the bear-proof trashcans

Every single one of them hates hiking except for Jason, but all of them are too prideful to ever admit it so they all suffer through at least two hikes each trip

Cass' favorite activity is swimming in the nearby lake, it's always refreshing and there's lots of little fish swimming around

Bruce made them go geocaching one year and they split into two groups to compete and both groups got horribly lost

Damian hates almost every part of the trip except each morning he wakes up really early and quietly sits at the edge of a nearby field to watch dear go through, his best memory was when they went in the spring one year and he got to see two fawns and their mothers

#i'll prob add more to this #batman #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #stephanie brown #damian wayne #duke thomas #dc #dc comics #mine

[yan-batgirl]

I don't know why Tumblr keeps forbidding me from editing requests! Why do you hate me, Tumblr?! 😭

Request: Hi! I love your one shots, and I was wondering if you could maybe do a clingy!yandere!batfamily (with all the family members) please and thank you!

Warning: Clingy behavior, forced cuddling, mentions of manipulation, they were cudding with her so much that batgirl reader was suffocating

The reader is going to be referred to as 'Batgirl'

~~~~~

In those nights of Gotham, the night where there aren't a lot of crimes. People would wonder what Batman and his small family are up to.

Watching a movie is what they're doing.

While cuddling with their little batgirl at the same time.

"Guys, can you stop talking? I can't hear," she tells them as she munch on her popcorn.

Currently, Batgirl was being held by her siblings at the point where she was going to be breathless. She was trying to focus on the screen, but she couldn't because of the weight on her siblings onto her.

"Shhhh... Just focus, my dear baby sister," Stephanie reassures her as she strokes her sister's head.

"Don't touch her, Brown!" Damian scolds her as he swats her hand away.

"Be careful with her head!" Tim said as he tries to make one of them hold the back of her head.

"Calm down, Tim. I got her," Duke reassures him as Cassandra is just hugging her sister's small body.

"All of you are touching her," Barbara corrects him as she munched onto her candy.

"We have to make sure that she's safe, Babs!" Dick said as he clutched onto Batgirl tightly in his arms.

"Stop pulling her so close to you, bastard," Jason said in a harsh tone that made her jolt.

Then, the two oldest children began to argue. That's when the others joined in as well, which made the movie audio unheard. Meanwhile, Batgirl is just munching on her popcorn as she tries to focus on the movie.

As she was watching, she was suddenly picked up out of her seat by someone. She looks up to see Bruce lifting her up.

"Hey, the movie is not done," she said as she pointed at the big screen as she watched Bruce pick up his bowl of popcorn.

"I couldn't hear. Well, you may now why," he said as he glanced at the rest of his children.

With that, he walks out of the theater, leaving the arguing batsiblings behind.

~~~~~

After a long argument, the others saw that their little sister is gone.

They were silent before gave each other glances before they quickly departed ways.

As they were looking around the mansion, they heard Jason make a signal that made everyone quickly run upstairs where they see him next to the smiling Alfred.

They were wondering what was happening before they saw the scene in front of them.

Bruce was holding onto Batgirl as she was underneath his covers, asleep while holding onto her stuffed animal, Batsie. The TV in his room was playing the same movie and the parts that they couldn't watch because of the other children's arguing in the theater.

They were just exchanging looks as they stared at their father and mentor cuddling with their sister. A pit of jealously rose inside them, but at the same time, they knew who won.

Bruce then gets up and turns off the TV before he walks out of his bedroom and gently closes the door.

"We have to go and patrol for tonight. Duke, Tim, Stephanie. You three will come with me. Alfred, prepare the guest room for me when I get back."

He orders with his Batman demeanor before he walks off. When he walked off, the others turned to each other.

"Looks like we know the winner of this whole thing, but not for long," Dick said as some of the others groaned out of defeat.

However, at the same time, they couldn't help but adore the sleeping Batgirl on the bed.

~~~~~

Please do NOT steal my art!

#yandere #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #platonic #batfam #yandere platonic #x child reader #yandere dc #yandere x reader #batgirl reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere batman #yandere dick grayson #yandere nightwing #yandere jason todd #yandere red hood #yandere tim drake #yandere red robin #yandere damian wayne #yandere robin #yandere duke thomas #yandere barbara gordon #yandere cassandra cain #yandere stephanie brown #yandere batgirls

[reveluving]

moments that matter ; bruce wayne x batmom reader

warnings: pure fluff!

a/n: I got nothing to say, I just wanted to give battinson!bruce a try!

check out my batmom m.list!

it's hard for people to believe that he's a married man, let alone a father.

out of everyone in the family, many wonders how bruce had not only proposed to you, but also fathered the former acrobat. at first, they thought its cause the boy lost his parents, just as bruce did. and with dick's more upbeat energy, it's understandable that he likely takes it from you than bruce.

but then, bruce adopts another kid.

and another.

and another.

... and another.

and everyone starts asking themselves if this was all his idea or yours.

oh, if only they knew.

if only they knew your struggle to resist those sad eyes he'd give you.

you just wished the public gave him so much more credit when it comes the kids. you don't think you could even handle the life as a mother without bruce.

and as much as your kids love to joke about bruce's 'teenage phase', one can only imagine the sheer gratefulness they had for him and you.

the perfect balance to this cruel yet sweet world.

it doesn't take long for people to figure out that your children's compassionate side has to come from you, which they weren’t wrong. even bruce himself acknowledged it.

but bruce is anything but heartless, no no. would he even consider taking any of them under his wing if he was? no!

and the idea of fatherhood came easier because you were by his side. so what if he now has eight kids? why would he want to imagine what his life would've been without them?

without the texts from dick, who's all the way in bludhaven, to take breaks?

without jason's interferences when he's outnumbered by a number of gangsters?

without the sounds of tim and damian arguing over the littlest things, only to hilariously end it by shaking hands when you give them 'the eye'?

without attending cass' recital with you, your boys and even alfred, steph, babs and kate as she's the main dancer?

without terry being matt's assistant as the latter tries to treat bruce's so-called ouchies?

without living this life without you?

no. it was impossible to imagine the other bruce wayne.

the bruce wayne he didn't turn out to be.

but hey, speaking of yourself, wanna know a random fact he loves about you?

your style!

whatever your aesthetics may be, he loves you for it! who was he to say otherwise, when he doesn't really take his own into account anyway?

you're in all-black too? that's great! no one's here to judge—not him, not alfred, and certainly not his kids. you're the one able to mix and match like a true professional!

but say your sense of style falls under the bright/pastel/fairycore-like category! gotham's pretty depressing, including the manor itself, so he appreciates it when he's suddenly slapped with a sight of his wife donning her soft pink dress.

bruce finds it endearing that you actually wore the shades he bought for both you and himself. he thought he was being silly at first, wondering if you'd actually wear it, so imagine his surprise when just days after, you decided to match with him when he found the time to take you out to dinner.

he's even more surprised when one day, duke tells him that you've been under the weather because you lost the shades.

instead of waking up to your husband the next day, you find a glasses case on his pillow, complete with a golden ribbon.

he's bought you a new pair, the same kind, but this time, bruce purposely ordered it so that 'mrs wayne' was written next to the frame name.

he comes home, feigning ignorance by raising his brow, though he knew good and well why you were practically blinding him with your smile before you peppered his face with kisses.

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#nothing's in order here #i just wanted sumn cute #— reve's reverie 🌹 #a mother's touch series #batmom #batfam x batmom #battinson!bruce #battinson #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #duke thomas x reader #cassandra cain x reader #terry mcginnis x reader #alfred pennyworth

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Gaps 5

Yandere! Platonic! Batfam x Mentally il/Forgetful Reader

Warnings: exploitation of mental illness, depression and self-neglect, forcing the use of medication, manipulation,arguing, implied threats of violence against an animal (DW MOMO IS IN NO DANGER), and captivity and general yandere themes.

Despite what you thought, they don’t hound you twenty-four seven. They are not constantly at your side, are not as close as they normally are. Dick comes around, because it’s Dick and you were normally attached to the hip. Or you had been. Things were different now.

And of course the peace wouldn’t last. Of course the Wayne’s wouldn’t be content to allow you some much needed time to adjust, of course things went wrong. When there’s a quiet knock at the door of your room, you’d stiffened, Momo in your arms.

Tim pushes the door open. It was always Tim, or Damian, or Jason. Dick didn’t really come to see you in the mornings. Not after you’d refused to even touch the food he’s laid out, not after you had ignored his existence the entire time he’d been in your room. As far as you were concerned, Dick was to blame for all of this. He’d had the initial idea to kidnap you, he’d introduced you to his family, he’d been the one to cause your pain.

You shift, fingers clenching your blanket tightly, letting Momo slip out of your arms. She prances up to Tim, rubbing her face against his pant leg, and it makes your heart race in your chest. None of the Wayne’s had hurt her, sure, but she was so little and friendly that it worried you that they would. Tim, thankfully, barely even acknowledges her. He gently nudged her out of the way with his foot, setting down the tray he had been carrying on the bedside table.

“Alfred mentioned that you hadn’t touched your plate. Is the new medication interfering with your appetite?” He asks, and you swallow. You really didn’t want to have your meds changed again. They had just put you back on the prazosin for fucks sake, and you would prefer if you didn’t go back to those stupid drugs.

“Did Alfred mention it or were you just stalking me again?” You mutter, drawing your knees up to your chest. Tim frowns.

“It’s not my fault you keep trying to do something stupid!” He snaps, and it’s defensive. Angry. Maybe it’s because he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe it’s because he knows he’s in the wrong.

“You barely take care of yourself, (Y/N).” He starts, and he angrily sorts your meds as he does so, fingers flicking through the pills to lay them out. You noticed he did that. Compulsively sorted or organized thing when he was thinking, lips pulled into an angry frown.He continues, ruthless.

“We’ve tried doing it your way. We gave you space, like you asked, and you haven’t eaten. You barely interact with anyone, you haven’t brushed your hair since after dinner three nights ago, and not only that, you’ve barely gotten out of bed. You only get up if one of us make you or if it’s to feed Momo or use the restroom.”

His voice starts to rise in anger, getting loudly and louder as he yells in your face.

Your ears ring. You can’t tell the cotton in your mouth is from disassociation, anger, or sheer, unadulterated indignation. How dare he.

“And who’s fault is that?!” You snarl, pushing yourself up. Tim wouldn’t hit you, you knew. He argued with you, and he was clingy as fuck during the rare occasions you let him touch you or got caught off guard enough to not protest when he initiated it, but never did he hit you.

“You all- I can’t even leave the HOUSE! I can’t do anything without a fucking escort! You watch me through the fuckin cameras, you creeper, don’t think I haven’t heard Jason fucking teasing you for it! You all might not be at my hip all the time, but I’m not stupid enough to let myself even THINK for a second that you aren’t aware of everything in my life!”

You scream.

“You’re so fucking convinced that I am incompetent and stupid, you’re so fucking convinced I can’t take care of myself, that you ruined my life for it! That- I can’t even leave the house, I can’t do anything by myself, don’t think I didn’t notice how literally anytime I walk past the kitchen, someone’s always watching me, this isn’t fucking fair or right, and fuck you for doing it!”

You snarl, and Tim just… stands there. Takes it. He doesn’t argue, which you expect, but he doesn’t apologize, either. You hate that you used to trust him. You hate that you used to look up to him, admiring his wits and intelligence when he had been using those very same attributes to rip apart your life so he and his family of snakes could pick up the pieces and put them back together again.

“I trusted you and all you did was throw my trust in my fucking face!” You snarl. “I told you, how I struggled to remember things! How I felt like I was going insane because my stuff kept vanishing! You offered- you offered to help me search my apartment! Was that just- just another opportunity to stalk me?! To manipulate me?”

Your voice cracks. You weren’t even screaming anymore, no matter how much the anger burns.

“You were right to trust us.” Tim finally says. “I know you don’t like it, I really do, and that it’s not fair, but we’re doing this to help you. You-“

He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“You haven’t eaten. Haven’t brushed your hair, or your teeth. You’re lethargic. You fight us every step of the way on taking your meds. What if we weren’t around taking care of you? What if-“

He wrings his hands slightly, and you feel a trickle of doubt seep in. He seems to genuinely believe what he was saying. That you needed him, needed them, to keep yourself alive. To keep yourself sane. You don’t know if it’s delusion or paranoia or some other, crippling thing, but it makes your stomach twist with guilt and what might be sorrow.

“Tim.” You cut in, grabbing his hands in your own. His eyes widen, and you worry your grip is too tight from your anger and your desperation to be heard, so you loosen it, slightly. He tightens his grip.

“Tim, I took care of myself for years. And I-“ You swallow, there’s this faint pressure in your eyes that might be the beginnings of tears, but it was something. “- I get I didn’t always do the best job, okay? I get that. But you need to just- you need to trust me. Please.”

You plead, and his face softens, cracks. The anger drains and you feel guilt. What you’re doing, it feels like manipulation even though you know it’s not, and you wonder how the Wayne’s have gotten you so twisted up into knots that even asking for your autonomy as an adult and a person felt like some forbidden thing. You hadn’t even been with them that long. Certainly not long enough for Stockholm Syndrome to occur, and the conditions for Stockholm weren’t even really being met, you were pretty sure.

“I do trust you.” He insists. “We all trust you. But- you need help. Help that you won’t get for yourself and won’t let others get for you. Can’t you just trust us back?” He asks like it’s simple. Like you would want to trust the people who hurt you so totally, so completely, you thought you would never recover. The Wayne’s had been the few people in your life you had sought out, the few people who had been a part of your life, who hadn’t minded your quirks and oddities. They had fit into your life so seamlessly you had nearly forgotten a time they weren’t there, and it had scared you, so you’d pushed them away.

You should have pushed them away sooner.

Your hands go lax, and you slide them from Tim’s grip. There’s a moment where he seems reluctant to let go, before he releases his grip, and you place your hands in your lap.

You were already tired of arguing. The righteous anger had burnt itself out in the face of how sincere he was being.

“Why don’t we get you ready for the day and you’ll feel better?” Tim offers suddenly, like you hadn’t just nearly broken down in front him about being treated as incapable, being treated like a child.

You hold out your hand. He places the pills in them, and you glance down. You consider throwing them across the room again, but last time you had, you had simply gotten the same medication forced down your throat. You take the pills with a grimace, and Tim passes you a glass of water. This, you also resist throwing.

You eat mechanically, the food tasting like ash in your mouth even though you know it probably tasted delicious. Alfred’s cooking always did. When you’re done, you set the plate to the side, and Tim takes it.

“Why don’t you get dressed, yeah?” He asks softly, like you have a choice, and you narrow your eyes at him, silently communicating you wanted him out of the room. He doesn’t budge.

“Hey, Tim, where’s the-“ You jump slightly when Duke pokes his head in the empty doorframe, surprised.

“Oh! Hey, you’re up! Tim said you were having trouble with your hair, yeah? Want some help?” He lifts the comb and strangling brush, a myriad of other things in his arms.

You pause, considering. Part of it was spite, part of it was the fact Duke was asking, and not telling, but you nod, and he beams. He looks absolutely delighted, and he steps into the room after a moment.

“Awesome! Grab a pillow to sit on and let’s get started, yeah?” He beams, setting down his supplies on your bedside table. He doesn’t mention your meds, or the food, or anything else. It’s refreshing.

“Sure.”

Momo hops into your lap, the little opportunist, and you stroke her fur softly as Duke gets everything situated. Tim looks horribly jealous, and the thought makes you a little smug. It didn’t even feel all that petty, given how he had just been practically demanding you listen to him, and Duke had come in, offering you help but not demanding you take it.

Duke’s hands are gentle as he does your hair, carefully working out the tangles, and you hum, leaning back into it. You were still.. wary, you’d be an idiot not to be, but it was a little better with his fingers in your hair and you wanting them to be there.

“Duke?” You say slowly, Momo in your lap.

“Yeah?”

“Why’re you okay with.. all of this?” You start, fingers tapping on your thigh as he works out the knots.

“What do you mean?” He asks, and you wonder if he’s going to play stupid.

“All of it. The kidnapping, the tampering with my medication, the…” You trail off.

Duke sighs. He sounds so much older than he is, and it makes your heart ache.

“I’m not.” He says lowly, glancing at the now closed door Tim had left through. “I understand where they’re coming from, don’t get me wrong but.. it’s not fair to you.” He finished. “Figured I may as well give you some normally.”

You nod, and sigh, leaning against him.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

#yandere dc #yandere platonic x reader #yandere platonic batfam #yandere platonic Duke Thomas #yandere platonic Tim’s Drake

[demonic0angel]

God!Danny and Servant!Damian

Damian stared at the long hallway of various knickknacks and doohickeys. The ever-changing wallpaper was cracked and peeling, sticky with a green substance. Bizarrely shaped and decorated doors would occasionally peek out from the mountains of loot. The tables that lined the hallway were filled with books and books and many random objects. The hallway was illuminated with a combination of different things, candles and chandeliers and crackling TVs and lightbulbs lighting up the way. At the very end of the long hallway was a lone door, unmarked and conspicuous in its simplicity.

Once he walked through that door, he would be able to complete his wish.

Something to his side caught his eye. It was a small picture of a family, one with many unique characters.

It reminded Damian of his own.

It reminded him of his failures, his goals, and his desires.

Wiping away the liquid that welled in his eyes, he turned and glared at the door that seemed more and more like the light in the darkness as well as his own personal demise.

Damian grit his teeth and began to run.

————

It all started simply. It was an average day, a normal afternoon as Damian bickered with his siblings as always. He and Timothy were rubbing on each other's nerves, only instigated further by Jason who would gleefully laugh every now and then whenever he sparked the dying fire.

Dick sighed and said, "C'mon you two. Why can't you just get along?"

"It's  because Damian knows that Tim is better than him at detective work." Jason said.

"Shut up, Todd!" Damian said as Timothy made a strange expression of both smugness and also exasperation. Despite knowing that Jason was deliberately goading them on, they still fell for it and walked right into another heated argument.

Dick only sighed further as his little siblings argued like children. The door to the command room opened with Batman sweeping in, Stephanie following him with a little skip to her step.

"Heya, everyone!" She greeted cheerfully while Batman flew past them to inspect the controls.

All of them were in a spaceship commandeered by the batfamily in a mission to inspect a small alien planet that had recently pinged itself on their radar. It was a dangerous new colony that had an ability to steal the memories of those that they had killed and use it to conquer new planets.

The batclan was currently in a mission to investigate if the rumors were true and to find any weaknesses.

"Father?" Damian asked, as he noticed Batman's tense body language. "What is the matter?"

".... Orphan hasn't come back from her stealth mission."

A ripple of dread went through the room. Timothy immediately sat down on a seat and began to pull up mission records. They updated it regularly as they went, and Cassandra had logged in for her mission a few days ago, but now she was several hours past her expected return. This was a bad sign, especially since it was only a reconnaissance mission, with little to no conflict and even if there was, Cassandra would've contacted them.

Something had gone very, very wrong.

Stephanie whispered, "No... she couldn't have been."

Jason gave a snort, although it was weak and filled with false bravado. "There's no way. She's probably trying to find some new information for us. She's stronger than that."

No one said anything.

His attempt at gathering hope failed.

"... fuck." Jason said quietly, as the worst of what could've happened finally sank its claws into his mind.

Everyone was aware that this current mission was one with high stakes. The alien race they were investigating was a dangerous one, and unknown at that. Although they expected danger, they hadn’t expected one of their own to actually get hurt.

Batman shook his head, a hand reaching out to clasp Jason's shoulder. "We'll find her and then we'll help her." He reassured him softly. It said a lot that Jason didn't shake off his touch.

A stone sank in Damian's stomach.

This was his first mission in outer space and he loathed how vulnerable he felt. In an effort to hide it, Damian scoffed to himself and straightened.

They all lifted their heads in unison, however, when a crash rang through the ship. Their gut instincts had alerted them to the danger a second beforehand, but it was still too late.

The light flickered off, inciting another gasp of panic. They all put on their masks to switch on their night vision.

Batman immediately pulled out several batarangs and said, "Dick, with me! The rest of you, stay here and be careful. We'll investigate."

"Fuck!" Jason screamed, louder. "Why am I not coming?!"

"I need you to protect your siblings!" Batman said before he ran off with Dick in tow.

"Grayson!" Damian couldn't help but yell. "Father, shouldn’t we stick together instead?!”

He couldn’t help the worry that stuck to his voice.

Dick swerved back before he could leave the control room and immediately pulled Damian into a hug. "Little Bat," he said softly. "Stay here and protect Stephanie and Tim, okay? They need it."

Damian wanted to protest at his reassurances, almost indignant at the idea that he possibly needed comfort, but he didn’t say a word as Dick stroked his back. Timothy didn't speak up either, completely silent. Damian knew that he was also feeling some sense of immense dread, their survival instincts giving them a premonition of danger and death.

Damian tried to hold his brother closer, eyes wide before Dick pulled away, pulling on a false smile.

"Be careful!" He screamed and then he left.

"This isn't good, this isn't good." Tim muttered as he furiously tapped on the keyboard to figure out what was going on. Everything was down, even their systems and now they just waited in the darkness for a signal of safety.

Jason cursed under his breath. "I should've been with them!" He muttered.

Damian pushed down his nausea and said, "Then let's go. With the computers down, there is no reason for us to stay here when we could go out and help them."

"Fuck, I'm going." Jason pulled out his guns and immediately began to load them with bullets.

"Dammit." Tim cursed and Stephanie pulled out her own bo staff and looked determinedly at them.

"Let's go." She said, and they all followed her as she left first.

They ran through the halls to get to the sector where the explosion had supposedly started. The air seemed stale and dark, and a distant 'ooh'ing noise like wind going through a hole disturbed them greatly. Damian wished he had his swords, but all he had was a bo staff and a few batarangs to protect himself.

His eyes searched the darkness. Stephanie and Timothy were next to each other, their shoulders almost bumping against each other's for comfort, while Jason trailed a little behind Damian, guns out and ready. Damian reassured himself that his family was safe. Cassandra was surely just fine and so would his father and Richard be. They would be okay.

They would all be okay.

There was another crash right in front of them and Stephanie screamed. Jason immediately shot into the dark, the bright flash of a gunshot illuminating the hall for a moment, showing just who came through the wall.

A grotesque monster with bulging, writhing black tentacles stared at them before the light faded. Jason relentlessly shot his bullets, but they seemed useless.

There was a short scuffle before a disturbing squelching noise.

Timothy gave a long, loud keen before his body blocked Damian's vision.

The last thing that Damian saw before Timothy was pulling him away was Stephanie's fallen body, a deep blackness covering her that would shine crimson red.

They ran.

The moment Damian was able to reconnect with his thoughts and surroundings, he pulled his hand out of Timothy's and said, "Brown! She's still back there!"

"No!" Timothy snapped, his voice sounding wrecked. "We have to run. I saw her. She's not coming back."

Jason cursed violently and they quickly skidded into the next hall, shutting the sealed doors for a moment.

"Fuck. It's them. They found Cassandra and took her memories." Jason said and Damian choked on his fear and shock.

Timothy shuddered visibly and then said, "I think they got Stephanie too."

Damian grimaced, hurt shooting through his chest like a bullet wound before he gasped.

"Father! And Richard! They—They went ahead of us!" It was almost instantaneous how both Jason and Timothy paled.

Jason smacked his hands over his eyes. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

He took out his helmet and quickly put it on. "I'm going out. Maybe I can find them. Bruce is smart, he's probably still alive and I'll find them."

"You're not invincible, Todd." Damian snarled. "Let us come with you. If we die, we'll all die together."

"Like hell we will." Jason said curtly. "You little shits are gonna live because if another Robin dies, I'm...." He paused. He didn't know what to say.

None of them could find the words needed to comfort each other.

Damian's stomach dropped further into his feet, as if he was about to be sick.

Timothy reached out and grabbed onto Jason's sleeve. "Jason. You know it's a suicide mission. You can't go."

Jason reloaded his bullets and didn't say anything.

When he turned, Jason's helmet was still on his face as he stared at both Tim and Damian. Then he reached over to put a gloved hand on their heads and said, his voice crackling softly, "I gotta go, Robins. Protect each other. Be safe. I mean it."

His touch was heavy and warm, even through his glove. Damian stared at his akhi with wide, wet eyes.

Timothy screamed in shock and despair as Jason sealed that exit and then ran off. They heard the distant sounds of gunshots before they faded.

Timothy gasped for breath, tears flowing down his face but he quickly wiped them and then pulled on Damian's arms. "C'mon, Robin. It's up to us now. We have to get to the exit bay and hope that everyone else gets through this alive and back home."

No one voiced the fact that it would be near impossible.

As they ran, Timothy was furiously typing on his communicator. When they reached the ship bay, where extra spacecrafts were stationed and ready to fly, they found it blissfully empty.

Already suspicious, they snuck inside. Damian was almost irritated by the small gasps that left Timothy's throat but he understood, with the grief that seemed to eat through his stomach. After a moment, as they inched towards a spacecraft, Damian reached out to hold Timothy's hand and squeezed gently.

Timothy squeezed back and they both sped up to the spacecraft. They both worked together to open it up and get it ready for space travel when there was a distant roar.

Damian shuddered hard, goosebumps rising over his skin as he worked even faster, flicking on buttons and readying the controls and coordinates.

Timothy cursed and said, "Dammit. I can't message Earth."

Damian bit into his lip.

Nothing was going well. Where were their family?

Timothy handed Damian the communicator. For a moment, Damian just stared at it in confusion before he turned to Timothy with questioning eyes, his heart squeezing in his chest.

What was the meaning of this? Was Timothy possibly handing off their last chance of survival to him? For what reason?

"What is this for?" Damian snapped.

"Just hold it," Timothy said exhaustedly. "I need to go out and see if the exterior of the pod is functional for space travel. You stay here and stay inside while I go check outside."

"No! What if something happens and I am unable to stop it?" Damian said, his foot stomping once on the ground to emphasize his point.

Timothy didn't say anything as he started to walk down the ramp to the ground outside of the ship. Damian rushed forward to grab his hand and pull him back.

"Why must everyone sacrifice their lives?!" Damian shouted. "You don't need to do this! Let's just stick together!"

"Just shut up, Damian!"

"No! Let's leave now! I-I want to leave now!"

Timothy turned to him with a furious expression but whatever was on Damian's face made him pause. Then he pursed his lips together before pulling Damian in close.

They had never hugged before.

The closest they had ever been was whenever Damian lunged forward for a knife to Timothy's gut.

But this... this wasn't so bad. Damian's eyes burned with an urge to cry and he grabbed onto his brother's suit.

"We will be okay, Damian."

And just as he said that, he pushed Damian forward and through the aircraft as the aliens finally revealed themselves as well as the tentacle that now wiggled into Timothy's stomach.

It happened in an instant.

Damian couldn't even react as Timothy was impaled through his torso.

Blood spilled on the floor and through Timothy's mouth. Timothy coughed, more blood dripping down his chin. He inched forward as the tentacles seemed to pull him back. It was a slow thing, as Damian watched in frozen horror as Timothy moved towards him.

"Timothy!" He couldn't help but blurt it out. "You're going to be ripped in half, you imbecile!"

He took out a batarang, already formulating a plan to hopefully cut away the tentacle but then Timothy reached into his side pouch and took the access card out, slotting it into the card reader and smiling reassuringly at Damian as blood dripped from his lips and body.

"You'll be okay." He croaked, before a black blur shot out and impaled his skull, blood splattering over the doors as they quickly shut themselves.

The aircraft began to lift itself from the ground automatically as Damian screamed with rage and grief, his fist smacking into the door as he flew away. The last thing he saw before he sped off into space and back to earth was Timothy's limp body being dragged backwards.

Damian sank to his knees and didn't get up for a long time.

When he arrived back to Earth, it was useless.

Because Gotham was now gone.

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Damian opened the door.

Inside was a wide, circular room with marble walls and floors. The ceiling was tall, and windows covered it, letting in golden light that lit up the room with an ethereal glow. In the middle of the room was a pool of water surrounding a tall tree on a little island.

Damian couldn't help the gulp of air that he took, rejuvenating him with a refreshing lightness like he was breathing in sunlight.

"Ah." A voice gasped softly. Damian whipped his head upwards and stared at a figure floating within the tree branches. "Hello."

This person wore white and black, their clothes all flowing around them. On their face was a deer skull, its horns stretching behind them as their white hair, strangely similar to Jason's unique white coloring, floated gently.

"Are you the God from the legends?" Damian asked, his voice sounding braver than he felt as the pressure of this being encased him.

"The legends? I suppose so. Do you have a wish, Damian al Ghul-Wayne?"

Damian flinched before his gaze hardened. "Yes. I would like to make a deal with you."

"I see." The god jumped off of the tree branch and floated in front of him. The air felt colder as they drifted closer to Damian. "What is your wish?"

"I want my family to live again."

The being paused. They tilted their head and then said, "Your family?"

"Yes." Damian paused and then clarified, "I want my entire family to be alive again. My father, all of my brothers, my sisters, my grandfather, and my extended family within Gotham."

"... a very big ask." The god murmured.

A chill rose within Damian and he said urgently, worried that his wish wouldn't be granted, "I am willing to do whatever it takes to have my wish granted. I can kill whoever you ask, I can offer my own body...! Anything, as long as my family is alive again."

The god tilted their head the other way. Then they said, "I see. Name your family."

Damian's breath hitched but before he did, he asked, "Will my wish be granted?"

"Yes."

Damian thrilled at that, before he paused. Then he asked carefully, "What is the price?"

The god turned to look at him. Their empty eye sockets, filled with a faint green glow, seemed to bore holes into his soul. "The price of the revival of your family is to sacrifice your life and eternity to me. You will offer your life, your death, and your eternity to me, for me to do whatever I wish."

Damian's breath stuttered. He paused, heart pounding as he debated with himself.

But who was he kidding?

There was no such question in the first place. Damian was not worth even an toe from his family. He wasn't even worth enough to even gaze upon their shoes.

Damian nodded firmly. "I agree to your deal. If I offer everything that I am to you, you will agree to revive my family as they once were?"

"They will be revived and reverted back to a time when they were once alive. They will be well and healthy, I assure you. With this deal, I can promise that they will live to old age."

Damian beamed. "Deal. My family's names are Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, and Timothy Drake."

The god seemed to give off an air of satisfaction. "Then, for the soul, eternity, and life and death of Damian al Ghul-Wayne, the aforementioned people will be revived and brought back to life."

They clapped their hands. "It's been done."

Damian couldn't tell if they were lying or not. Still, Damian was overjoyed at this piece of news. "Then... may I go see them?"

The god floated a bit in front of him. "No. You'll stay here, with me."

Damian paused, his stomach dropping and he wanted to smack himself for hoping. "I see. What will you have me do?"

Would they make Damian kill for them? Be a slave? Use his body? Would he have to sacrifice his body parts for them? Kidnap people? The possibilities were endless and although it made a bitter, sour taste go through his mouth, Damian did not dare complain.

The god seemed to be smiling as a broom appeared into existence in their hands. They handed it to Damian who grabbed it unsurely.

"Clean up."

————

And that was the beginning of how Damian became a servant of a lone God.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom x dc #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp au #damian al ghul #damian wayne #danny is a god #dcxdp #dpxdc #platonic dead serious #tw violence

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 13-Wednesday

Paris couldn't believe what they were seeing: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was in Gotham Academy, in uniform! They hadn't see her in four years! What shocked them even more was seeing her arguing with some guy and she wasn't backing down.

The students in Gotham Academy didn't pay them any attention. Everyone ignored the shouting and yelling; they just kept walking as if they didn't see or hear them.

"Shouldn't you get a teacher?" Nino asked a student passing by.

"For what?" asked the brunette.

The class pointed at the arguing students.

"Wat day is it?" the brunette questioned.

"Wednesday." Max answered, "Does it matter?"

"It's their 'Argue Day'." the Gotham student declared.

"Argue day?" Mylene asked, confused.

"Yeah." the student stated, with a shrug, "Like clockwork. Teachers learned to deal with it. They get competitive, too."

"My boyfriend wouldn't put up with this sort of thing." Lila declared, "He hates violence."

"Oh, who is you boyfriend?" the brunette questioned.

"Damian Wayne." Lila smiled.

The brunette started laughing and pointing at Lila.

"Dude?" the blonde nearby questioned.

"This bitch said Damian Wayne is her boyfriend! She also said he hated violence!" the brunette answered and continued to laugh.

The blonde joined, howling with laughter. The Paris class shifted uncomfortably.

"Listen here, Faker," the blonde spoke, "you're not dating our ice Prince. Not to mention Damian is one of the most violent Waynes to roam these halls."

Lila sniffled, "He just doesn't want the media to know. I'm not lying."

"Well, that's lie number two." the brunette counted, "Damian doesn't care about the media. They gave him the title 'Ice Prince'."

"Do you know how many reporters have broken their arms, hands, or fingers trying to get a scoop from him?" the blonde questioned.

"You the ones lying!" Aly shouted, "Lila said he was kind and helpful Damian Wayne does charity work with her, for the environment!"

"It's not that hard to look up." the blonde scoffed, :About every other weekend, he's in the park casually talking to Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and playign with their hyenas as they plan 'How to green up Gotham'."

Lila paled hearing how he associated with rogues. That hadn't been what she expected.

"Supposedly, his mother is just as bad as they are." the brunette declared, "If not worse."

Lila gulped, trying to figure out how to keep her classmates under her control as her lie began to unravel.

"If anything, it sound like you googled 'rich kid+my age in Gotham' and Damian Wayne popped up first." the blonde responded.

"How can you say that about our friend?" Kim demanded.

The boys pointed to Marinette and the boy arguing still.

"That is Damian Wayne." the brunette answered, "By tomorrow, they'll be back to cuddling and kissing, like they have been for the past three years."

"They basically chose one day a week to let their frustrations out on each other." the blonde spoke, "It just happens to be on Wednesday."

The Parisians turned to Lila for an answer.

"I-I'm sure that's not it." Lila declared in a panic.

"Oh, really?" questioned the blonde boy, "Yo, Mari! How many times did Damian drug your coffee and drag you to bed, last week?"

"Four!" she shouted, still glaring at him.

Damian scoffed, "It was three."

"Liar!" Marinette screamed.

The class watched on in confusion.

"Damian, how many times did Mari make you new clothes last month?" the brunette asked.

"Ten!" Damian exclaimed in frustration.

Marinette scoffed, "Like you don't complain about those 'monkey suits' and how uncomfortable they are."

"I didn't ask you to go out of you way, Angel, and make me those things!" Damian rebutted.

"Oh, so now my designs are things?" Mari declared, "I just wanted you to be comfortable!"

"I'm fine!" the young Wayne sighed, "You need to sleep!"

"How long did she stay up?" the blonde questioned.

"She didn't sleep." Damian growled.

Marinette threw her hands up before resting them on her hips, "I slept on the drive over. I drank Tim's coffee. It usually has at least five espressos. Not the most I've had."

"What?" Damian shouted.

"Ah, so that's the reason this time." the brunette spoke.

"Sorry, Liar, but no one in Gotham will believe that you are anything to Gotham's Ice Prince when there are pictures being posted, like this, by his very own brothers." the blonde declared.

He turned his phone around to see Marinette and Damian dressed in pajamas and curled up in bed together.

"Everyone in Gotham Academy knows they live together at Wayne Manor." he continued, "Not to mention, the moment someone tries to touch her or get in her personal space, he threatens to kill them."

"He had five knives taken away this month." the brunette stated.

"Actually, it was eight." the blonde commented.

"Oh, when did I miss those?" the brunette questioned.

"You were sick for a week." the blonde answered.

"Gotha." the brunette spoke, "So, good luck and welcome to Gotham."

"Have a good Wednesday." the blonde spoke as they walked away.

Marinette yawned, "Why am I yawning? I drank Tim's coffee."

"Todd switched his coffee with decaf." Damian smiled, "You just happened to drink it, instead."

"No." she whined, "You did this on purpose!"

"I did not force you to drink Drake's coffee not did I force you to stay up all night." he answered, "If anything, Todd is upset that you ruined his prank."

"But-" Mari yawned again.

Damian smirked and picked her into his arms, "We are going home and you are going to bed."

"School." Marinette replied.

"I already messaged the teachers on the ride over that e would be missing the next two days." the young Wayne answered, "I've also paid Todd $100 for messing up his plan. In exchange, he will bring you lunch and dinner."

Marinette didn't respond and curled up in his arms. Damian just walked out of the school.

"Okay!" someone shouted, "Who had them making up under fifteen minutes?"

"Awww, man!"

"I could have sworn they would argue longer today."

"Didn't expect her to not sleep."

"Or have decaf."

"If she had just had that coffee."

"How much did you lose?"

"$20."

"Lucky; $30."

"50."

Paris watched on as money was exchanged. Marinette and Damian Wayne's couple argument had gotten so common that people were gambling on it. They started to turn to Lila, who obviously had no idea how to explain what had just happened.

"So, you really were a liar." Nathaniel whispered, "Marinette was right, all along."

"I don't think we'll get to apologize to Marinette," Rose sniffled, "But she looks happy."

"Can't say you will be by the end of this trip, Lila." Alix sneered.

Lila was out of her element as Gotham had quickly spread her lie about dating Damian. No one believed her and if she said anything, they would just laugh at her. Not to metion her own classmates were now ignoring her. This hadn't been what she had planned; it was just another Wednesday. Nothing special about it.

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[queenkaiju]

Lies

Maribat March - Prompt 10

~

"He gave me a diamond the size of my fist! You can't tell anyone though; the paparazzi would be all over us." Lila loudly proclaimed from across the cafeteria. Marinette scoffed, throwing a disgusted sneer over her shoulder at the Italian. This was the fifth celebrity engagement story. She wondered just how she got unfortunate enough to be surrounded by these idiots. She could kill everyone in this room in two minutes flat, and yet, she had to restrain herself for the sake of the mission. Keep playing the role of meek little 'Mari', keep pretending she wasn't one of the most skilled assassins in the world. Stupid Hawkmoth. Because of some random ass dude, she was stuck among these sheeple.

She quickly left the cafeteria, exiting the school and heading to the bakery. She greeted Sabine - a member of the Order of the Miraculous and one of her old handlers - and climbed the stairs to her room. Just a little longer. She was so close to finding the man who had enough audacity to steal from the Order. And Hawkmoth, him too.

Her phone rang, startling her out of her inner monologue. It was Damian, her betrothed. She happily answered, the smile on her face genuine for once. 'Habibti. How was your day?' He asked, an odd whirring echoing in the background. 'Have you stabbed the harlot yet?'

She rolled her eyes, the smile on her face persisting. "It was fine. And no, I have not stabbed Lila, as much as I may want to. It's annoying, but it's helping my cover. She keeps the idiots from following me around, and it makes easier to search Paris for the lousy fake-Guardian and whatever asshat he let take the Butterfly." 

'And you're still sure you would not like me to join you and help?'

She sighed, the conversation a common one since she was sent to Paris. "I've got this, Dami. Besides, you wouldn't last five minutes here. I love you, but you are very temperamental."

He squawked angrily, and she could picture the offended look on his face, his jade green eyes crinkling adorably. 'I am not temperamental! You seem to be forgetting just how many of our trainers you sent to the infirmary.'

She rolled her eyes. "They were misogynistic pricks, and you know it."

'I was not arguing that they weren't, Habibti, merely stating that you extensively hurt each of them. In fact, I am quite glad for what you did. Had you not, Mother never would have seen fit to have us betrothed.'

Marinette smiled happily at the memory, standing in the middle of the large al-Ghul throne room in ceremonial garb, opposite Damian in matching robes. "Yeah." She glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed. "Sorry, Dami. I need to head back. Call you back later?"

'Of course. I love you, Habibti.' He answered curtly, though she could tell he was peeved at being cut off. "I love you too."

She came back to excited whispers throughout the classroom, and a huddle around Lila's desk. Marinette rolled her eyes, heading towards her own desk at the back of the room. Except...

She was stopped in her tracks by one whispered word. 'Damian'. There were plenty of Damians in the world, and several rich ones Lila could be claiming she's engaged to; but what if? Marinette continued up the stairs, but kept an ear on the conversation at the front.

'Wayne'.

Marinette clenched her teeth. They were talking about Damian. Her Damian. She'd seen articles and heard rumors before, right after Damian's debut as a billionaire's son, but something about hearing her beloved's name come from that liar's mouth made her see green. She was fuming, trying to force away the murderous haze. She was chosen for this mission specifically because of the ease it took to banish the Pit's influence from her mind, and she was not going to let Lila of all people ruin it for her. 

At the front of the room, the door slammed open. Marinette's mind screeched to a halt, because standing there in all of his glory was Damian. She shot to her feet and raced down the stairs before she registered what she was doing. He was here, right in front of her! She flung her arms around him, squeezing tight.

"Hello, Habibti." He whispered in her ear, squeezing her back. "What are you doing here?" She asked, pulling back to look at him. "Father found something. Camera footage of the akumas, and an identity, over a hundred and twenty years old. They're going after them now." He said, a happy gleam in his eye despite the lack of emotion on his face. Marinette grinned widely. Her mission is over! She can go back to Nanda Parbat - or Gotham!

"Marinette, what's going on?"

She turned around abruptly, remembering their audience. "Who is this?" Alya was front and center, glaring at her accusingly. Marinette's mind was whirling, trying to find an in-character way to answer. Except they found them. The false Guardian and the Butterfly. She didn't have to keep up her cover anymore. She grinned, her true smile, not the meek thing she'd developed the past few months.

She watched as Lila's little lapdog recoiled, enjoying the effect she finally got to have on her classmates. Marinette stalked forward, easily falling back into her natural gait. The walk of a predator. "I'm happy to announce that I'm done! I don't have to sit here and pretend anymore! You're all horribly stupid, and it was definitely not a pleasure to have known you." She let her smile widen to that terrifying degree that always made her targets believe she was inhuman. She never dissuaded those thoughts, instead encouraging them. "And you, Lila Rossi. You are a lying sociopath, and to be honest, I can respect that! But you chose to put my beloved's name in your mouth, and you've made me mad. Unfortunately for you, that is an unpleasant situation to be in."

"M-Marinette?" Alya tripped backwards on the steps, falling on her butt. She was ignored. Marinette's focus was on Lila, the repulsive girl who dared to soil her beloved's name with her tongue. To her credit, Lila was managing to hold eye contact with Marinette, even if it was in paralysis. "Tell me," Marinette slammed her hands on the lying girl's desk. "Do you do any research before you decide to spread rumors?" 

Lila was pale and shaking, her mouth a thin line. She didn't answer. "You do, don't you? You recognize my beloved, and you realize your house of lies is toppling around you." Marinette ended with a whisper, her face inches from the Italian's.

The room was silent, everyone's focus on the scene before them. On the way Marinette's personality did a complete one-eighty and froze everyone in their spots. Well, everyone except for the boy. He was staring at Marinette in adoration, hands clasped behind him as he watched his betrothed tear into her hemorrhoid of the last several months. His phone buzzed in his pocket, the only sound in the room. "Habibti. It's done."

Marinette whirled around, her sunshine smile back. "Then why are we still here?" She linked arms with the boy and left the room in stunned silence.

(The LoA and The Order are the same organization under different names)

#batman fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #mlb x dc #maribat #maribat march 2024 #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #damian al ghul #loa marinette #betrothed au #lila salt

[wondersinwaynemanor]

we all know that the Wayne kids are each other's best friends. but with Steph, each one of them partners with her for specific reasons.

with Dick, it's mostly about beauty, skincare and hair. they tell each other which make up brand is better, which eyeshadow color and eyeliner technique matches the other's eyes, which face mask gives the best nutrients on their faces, which hair mask suits their hair color. they even do each other's make up and nails when they're both free. Dick asks her if they are any new skincare products that are released from this brand that they both like. Dick keeps thanking Steph for that perfume she suggested that Wally loves on him.

with Jason, it's about food. Steph isn't much of a chef herself, let's leave that all to Jason, but she's the person he usually asks to try when he tries a new recipe. maybe it's because they're usually the ones who eats after patrol together while the rest of the family choose to rest and go home. or it's because it's Steph who usually suggests to the family about the snacks they're going to have during movie nights. or the restaurant they should try for the weekend. they sit on the rooftops while eating Big Belly Burgers as they talk about the food that's famous in Italy or Greece.

with Tim, it's about boybands and concerts. i mean, Tim has crushes on boybands and Steph is the same, so they're the perfect combination. Tim goes to her to fangirl about a new boyband song and they argue which member is the best singer or the hottest, if you ask Tim. Tim, being a nepo baby, gets VIP tickets and it's Steph who he invites to when attending concerts. they wear neon colors and have posters, and lose their voices by the end of each concert.

with Duke, it's about bike rides. yes, the rest of the family knows motorcycle rides, but Duke has created a special bond with Steph with it. it all started during morning patrol, The Signal passed by Steph's university and she knew, he needed help. so she hurriedly used this Halloween mask to conceal her face and use one of her professor's bikes just to help Duke. of course she gave the bike back and parked it exactly where her professor did. they sometimes travel outside of Gotham with just their bikes, either as vigilantes or as civilians.

with Damian, it's the games. Steph loves playing around the family like setting up traps and poking at them with the water and paint guns. Damian finds this very intriguing, so he goes to her when he wants to plot something for each family member. they also go to the carnivals together. Steph is more than willing to be competitive with Damian when it comes to carnival games. or even just a game of Scrabble and Chess.

and with Cass, well, Steph partners with Cass in everything. they're together.

we already know this.

#steph centric one #batfamily #batkids #batfamily headcanons #stephanie brown #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephcass #batman #batfamily prompt #dc comics #yel chronicles

[auliisflower]

TAKE ALL THE LOVE

you’ll be safe in my romance, babe

JANIS IMI’IKE X GN!READER

so this isn’t even a request but i fucking love this song (also i’m writing this instead of studying for my exams but its wtvr)

Y/n had never really been interested in getting in to a relationship. Well, not until her.

Janis Imi’ike

Oh god. Y/n could talk about her for days on end. How she would ink little drawings on her hands when she got bored in History class. Or even the little stickers of eyes and random doodles she had in her locker.

She was something else. And Y/n was intrigued, to a point that even their friends had noticed something different about them. Because how could you not notice someone like her? Janis was smart, funny, incredibly gorgeous, talented, artsy, did she mention gorgeous?

Y/n wasn’t technically a nobody at school. They were a part of the debate club, the book club, Hell, they were even a class representative in the student council. But the feeling that they couldn’t shake off was why did they feel like Janis was the only one who didn’t know they existed at school?

Y/n was pining, hard. Which is weird because they haven’t even made a move on Janis yet. “This is so stupid” Y/n thought.

Fuck it.

Highschool will eventually end anyway, what’s the harm in trying to hit up your hot crush? Y/n decided that they’ll introduce themselves to Janis tomorrow. A bold moment for them, surprisingly. But you gotta work for what you want, right?

Doomsday had already come too soon, Y/n strutted into school heading straight for homeroom to wait for lunch. Y/n and Janis had only ever shared two classes. History and Art. Well today, unfortunately, they had no classes together. So lunch it is.

As soon as the bell rang students flooded the hallways to go to the cafeteria. “Are we really doing this?” Y/n thought, “Yes, stupid. Don’t be a wuss” they argued with themselves as their hands fiddled with their headphone wires.

The cafeteria was packed with students, as per usual. Y/n heard their name being called over at the designated “model student table” which was a bunch of crappy, rich douchebags who only ever got as far as their daddy’s money would take them.

“Hey, Keira” Y/n greeted the Student Council President. Keira nodded in response, “So I was wondering if you could come over to my house after school today?” She questioned Y/n. “I just need some help with that annoying Calculus assignment Mrs. Norbury gave us.” She continued when Y/n hadn’t uttered a word in response.

“Oh.” Y/n squeaked out. “Sure.” They replied shortly, not wanting to waste anytime on talking with someone who only wanted them for their brains.

“Thanks love!” Keira winked at Y/n who uncomfortably shuffled around on their feet. Y/n nodded back to Keira as to end their conversation.

Do you ever get that feeling where you know someone’s watching you but you can’t pinpoint who? Yeah, that’s what Y/n was feeling as their conversation with Keira Oliver ended.

Y/n glanced around the cafeteria full of hungry teens and their eyes landed on the “Art Freaks Table”

Janis.

Y/n’s eyes locked with her big brown eyes for a second before she hurriedly looked over to Damian who she was sitting with. Janis laughed awkwardly and Damian stared at her weird.

Huh.

Cute.

Y/n walked over to their table and stood infront of Janis. Was she blushing? Or was the room just crowded?

“Hi!” Y/n grinned at her. “Oh, um-“ Janis muttered out. “Janis, right?” Y/n continued, smiling sweetly at the shorter girl. Y/n could hear someone clear their throat and immediately greeted Damian. “And Damian, hello.”

“Hi, Y/n, what brings you to the art freaks? What’s a goody-two-shoes like you doing here?” Janis finally got her act together, putting up a cold façade because there’s no way this perfect of a person would come up to her without malicious intent.

Damian shot Janis a “I like them, don’t be rude” look. Y/n cleared their throat and answered “Nothing much, I just wanted to say I really liked your art piece at the convention last Friday night!” Y/n grinned at her.

“Oh. Well, um, thank you!” Janis blushed at the them. Damn they was even prettier up close. “Well, I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with a piece I was doing for our art class. I know you’re the best in art, so I figured you were the right person to ask” Y/n laughed nervously

“Shit, shit, shit, oh my fucking god” they thought internally.

“Oh that thing where we have to do a portrait of self reflection? I’m totally down!” Janis replied to Y/n, her cheeks reddening at how Y/n’s eyes lit up at the response.

“Oh really? Cool! So, um, I’ll just see you after school? Is that okay?” Y/n asked carefully.

“Absolutely! I’ll see you soon, Y/n” Janis grinned up at them. God they were so cute. Y/n smiled sheepishly and replied “Thanks, Janis” carefully brushing their hand lightly against Janis’ on the lunch table.

As they walked away, Janis let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “So you and that hottie, huh?” Damian giggled at her.

“Dude, shut up!” Janis smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

Keep me guessing but don’t keep me waiting for us.

(Hello gays so there will be a part two to this so don’t worry guys!!!! I just have like no motivation rn but I swear I’m trying my best forgive me rn plz)

#mean girls 2024 #janis imi’ike x reader #janis imi'ike #regina george #cady heron #gretchen wieners #karen shetty #damian hubbard #mean girls musical

[aalyssah]

We’re Enough

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,625

A/N: Btw, I know they said babyface!reader, but I forgot about it, and by the time I noticed, I was already halfway done and didn’t feel like restarting. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

Tonight was a special night for you and Damian. You have a match for a spot in Money in the Bank while Damian has a title match against Seth 'Freakin'' Rollins.

It's important to you because after all the years in WWE you haven't won a title, so winning this would get you one step closer, but you would obviously go after Asuka instead of your former Judgment Day member, Rhea.

Damian was also happy about his match considering WWE hasn't pushed him since the whole Judgment Day team, but tonight was the night you both prove your worth to the team and WWE universe.

You were lacing your boots up when a knock came at the door. "Babe, you done?" You heard Damian asked. "Come in!" The door opened revealing Damian and the rest of the members.

"Woah, babe, you look good." Damian complimented you, coming over and wrapping an arm around you. "Thank you, baby." He kissed your cheek, sitting on the couch next to Finn and Dominik. "Yeah, like really good. I might have to steal you for myself."

Rhea winked at you, earning a glare from Damian. "Alright Rhea, get off my girl, she's mine." You chuckled at their bickering, standing up and checking up your gear. "I'm done! How do I look?" You gave a small twirl while smiling.

"You look great and I'm sure you're gonna do great tonight." Finn added. "I hope so." You said picking at your nails. The group could tell you were getting nervous. "Hey, you're gonna do great. You're gonna win the briefcase and get Asuka's title, so both of our girls will have gold, and so I will too."

You smiled at Damian's small pep talk, boosting your mood. "Yeah, you're right. And I'm gonna win it for you." You pecked his lips, a blushing forming on your cheeks. "And I'll win the title for you." He returned the kiss, a grumble coming from Dominik's mouth.

"Okay lovebirds, let each other go and let Y/n win that spot!" You gave them one last smile before going to the gorilla. You were about to face Trish Stratus and were sure to win. Not to be rude, but even though Trish is a legend, she isn't as good as she used to be.

Your music played, fans booing and cheering for you. You put on your best heel persona and made your entrance. As you did a mini warm up in the ring, Trish's music played, with her coming out in her new gear. She was now like you - a heel wearing purple and wanting a spot in this special event.

When she entered the ring you both walked up on each other, chest to chest. "You really think you're gonna win this?" Trish asked with a questioning look.

“I don't think I'm gonna win, I know I am, and when you're on the ground in pain like an old lady, watching me celebrate, remember the trash you were talking."

Trish sarcastically laughed, throwing her head back. "Awe, does little Y/n have some balls? Well if I were you, I would watch out 'cause you never know what this 'old lady' can do." You both locked up aggressively, letting the match play out.

-

You had it. You thought you had it when you hit your finisher and went for the pin.

"1 2-"

The count stopped because Trish put her foot on the rope. The referee called rope break and let the match continue. You looked around shocked and full of anger. While you were arguing with the referee, Trish slipped out the ring, catching your attention.

You quickly went after her, noticing she was trying to go under the ring. You pulled her out, and put her back in the ring, but before you could enter your leg was yanked down, causing your face to hit the apron harshly.

You were then turned around and flipped in the air, face being met with a hard knee. You didn't have to look to know who it was. You knew that it was Zoey Stark from NXT 2.0 who just called to the main roster. She quickly threw you in the ring and Trish went for the pin.

"1 2 3"

*DING DING DING*

"Your winner of this match, Trish Stratus!"

Fans booed as Zoey and Trish celebrated. “Who’s the ‘old lady’ now?” Zoey taunted, laughing as you laid there. “Just face it Y/n, you’re nothing. You’re not good enough to make it to the big league, so just stay with your trash team and fangirl over your boyfriend!”

Those words hit deep, especially coming from Trish. You’ve always looked up to her, hell the point of you starting to wrestle was because of Trish. You wanted to be just like her. Trish and Zoey left the ring, leaving you to sit there alone.

You slowly got up and waved at your fans, thanking them for staying with you in the journey. Even people who hated you felt bad. They could tell you were hurt, seeing tears blur your vision. You walked backstage and met with your team.

It was silent as you looked at the ground. “Y/n, I’m sorry I wasn’t out there! I was gonna come, but-” You stopped Rhea’s rant. “It’s okay. It’s not like I would’ve won with your help.” You walked past them to the locker room.

“You did good. The fans loved you.” Finn said, trying to cheer you up. “Yeah, but I didn’t win.” Finn frowned at your negativity. “We’re still happy. You won in our eyes and that’s all what matters.” You let out a huff of annoyance at Dominik’s happy tone.

“Guys, you don’t have to lie to me. I didn’t win and no matter how much support I have or the amount of help I get, I’m not good enough. I’m nothing.” Damian felt his whole world crash down at you saying those last two words. ‘I’m nothing.’

Rhea was ready to say something, but Damian cut in. “I’ll talk to her.” Damian caught up to you as you sped walked to the locker room. “I swear if you guys don’t leave me alone, I’ll-” You stopped your sentence when you turned around. “Oh.” You both stood there awkwardly, staring at each other.

You broke down completely, tears spilling from your eyes. Damian quickly grabbed you and pulled you in for a comforting hug. “Shh, it’s okay. Let it all out.” He gently held you, rocking you from side to side.

You calmed down slightly to where sniffles could be heard. “Come on, let’s go to the couch.” He guided you to the couch, sitting you down. “Look, I know you're upset, but it’s okay. You did your best and I’m proud.” You nodded your head at his statement.

“I love you and I want you to know that I don’t care if you didn’t win, and neither does the team. We’re happy you got the opportunity.” He couldn’t finish his little speech when a knock came at the door. “Sorry to ruin your talk mate, but it’s time for your match.”

Damian placed a gentle kiss on your lips before standing up. “Go shower and once I get my title, you can hold it on our way to the hotel.” You followed his instructions, going to wash up.

-

Same thing happened for Damian’s match. He fought hard through the whole thing, but unfortunately you were in the shower for a while and missed half of the match, but you did see near the end.

Damian grabbed Seth by the neck and launched him into the corner, ready to charge at him, but Seth dodged. Seth tried hitting him, but Damian reversed, setting him up for a Razors Edge, but his arm must’ve been too weak, causing him to drop Seth.

Seth hit him with a super kick, following a rolling elbow before hitting his famous curb stomp. Fans cheered loudly as he got the 3 count, retaining his title. Damian sat there like you, holding his head. He felt so disappointed in himself.

He didn’t stick around for long, escaping the ring and going backstage. He instantly went to the locker room, pacing back and forth. “Who’s going in there ‘cause it sure ain’t me.” Dominik was the first to say. “Well I’m not either.” Rhea said, turning to Finn. “Don’t look at me, mate. I’m not going either!”

You brushed past them, opening the door. “Babe?” Damian’s attention snapped to you. “Before you say anything, I know how it feels. I feel like I’m nothing.” You sat next to him, holding his hand. “First I wanna say I’m proud of you, and even though you didn’t win, you’re still my champion.”

Damian could hide the smile that came on his face. Even though he’s upset, you always manage to make his day. “I know it’s just, after all this time of doing nothing, I had one chance to be in the spotlight and I fucked it up.”

You nodded your head in agreement, knowing how he felt. “I understand, but think about it babe. Who were the fans out there watching? Who were the fans showing respect to at the end? Who did WWE choose to fight tonight?” It was an easy answer. “Me.”

“You know why?” He smiled once he figured what you were getting at. “Because you’re enough. Hate or love you, that match would’ve never happened if it wasn’t for you.” He pulled you in for a kiss.

Pulling back, you rested your forehead against each other’s. “You’re enough.” Damian was quick to correct you. “We’re enough.” He grabbed your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

#damian priest #damian priest fanfic #damian priest fluff #damian priest imagine #damian priest x reader #damian priest smut #damian priest wwe #judgement day #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

[madlittlecriminal]

Hey! I saw you were writing for Dick Grayson and I am a huge simp. 😭 I was wondering if you would write a fic where the reader is pregnant and stuff and ducks brothers want a boy but it ends up being a girl during the gender reveal. Just overall chaotic batfam :) thank you so so much

Baby Grayson ⥇ Dick Grayson × Pregnant!Female!Reader

trust me, im a simp for this man too. i have two McFarlene Toys of him and I love it lol. i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: batboys banter, i made harley be with Ivy sue me, selina and bruce are also a thing

Pregnancy was difficult, but thanks to your boyfriend and his brothers, it was a bit easier. However, they were a handful sometimes, especially when arguing about the gender of your baby.

"I have my bet on the little one being a boy!" Tim said with a grin on his face. "Well, Bruce does have some luck with boy, doesn't he?" You asked, causing the four boys to roll their eyes. "First of all, I'm the only one who is actually related to him by blood. The rest of them are not." Damian crossed his arms, and you chuckle at the young Wayne. "Relax, Damian. Plus, don't you already know the gender?" Dick raised a brow at his little brother, and he shook his head. "I gave the paper to dad since I knew Tim would try to get it out of me and well, Jason is sneaky, so he would've found the paper if he really wanted to know the gender."

Jason shrugged. "Probably a wise decision. Now that I know though, I might sneak around Bruce's room to find it." You shake your head. "Jason, you know he's smart. He probably gave it to Alfred or Selina." Jason groaned at your words, knowing you had a point. Dick snorted. "I wouldn't put it past him if he gave it to Harley. After her and that clown broke up and she's gotten with Ivy, she's nicer, but still bad."

"Master Bruce gave me the slip, gentlemen. However, he has instructed me to not say a word until he and Selina arrive from their outing." Damian rolled his eyes. "Why do we always have to wait? We've been waiting since we found out (Y/N) was pregnant and then we had to wait two more weeks because they're always away!"

"That could've been avoided if you didn't give me the sheet of paper, Damian." Bruce entered the living room with Selina by his side. "You feeling okay, (Y/N)?" You nodded. "Thanks Bruce. If anything, I'll send Dick to get me what I need." Jason snorted. "Walk him like a dog, (Y/N)!" All of you laughed and Bruce shook his head. "Well, since Selina, Alfred and I know the gender, I want to know what you all think?"

"Boy," the boys said in unison and you gasp at Dick. "Really?" He chuckled. "Yeah! Even if our baby isn't a boy, I'll love them anyway." You rolled your eyes. "Well, I don't care. As long as they're healthy, that's the only thing that matters to me." Bruce gives you a small smile. "That's good. Anyway, the boys are wrong. It's a girl." The boys' jaws dropped, and you smiled so hard, your cheeks began to hurt. "Congratulations Dick and (Y/N)! Dick, if you're going to teach her acrobatics, let her decide if she wants to be in this life, okay?" He nods. "You got my word, grandpa!" He chuckled. "Yeah, but this grandpa still got it, don't you think, Sel?" She giggled and nodded. "You got that right, babe." She winked at him and the boys gagged. "Oh grow up! Especially you Dick, you're literally going to be a father! I don't want to hear it from you!"

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing #nightwing x you #dc universe #dceu #dcau #asks #ask #anonymous asks #anon asks #anonymous #anon ask

[pandorasfavorite]

Oceans apart

Take your eyes off of me so I can leave.

How am I supposed to walk away when he’s looking at me with so much regret. He regrets leaving me but he doesn’t regret leaving his family. Dominik Mysterio gave up on Rey Mysterio, meaning he gave up on me. We have been together for 4 years now, how could he just up and leave?

Nothing broke me like the love of my life leaving me to join The Judgment Day; right into the arms of Rhea, another woman. I knew something was bothering him by the twitching of his lips when his father would talk or how he would avoid touching me. When I would ask what was wrong Dominik would get irritated and pull away. For a week I questioned his mood... I thought to myself that maybe he would feel better... that he would eventually open up to me. But after I kept pushing and pushing and pushing he pulled even further away.

Now my Dominik is standing in the middle of the ring staring me down after he actively betrayed his father. MY Dominik is looking at me with something I can't decipher and Rhea is behind him smug. Rhea Ripley is standing behind the love of my life holding on his shoulder while looking at me as if she won the lottery. When all she really did was rip away my happiness.

Rey breaks Dominiks stare from me and tries to convince him again to stop this madness, but Dominik furiously refuses. Dominik spits out the pain that his father caused him all of his life right into his face. Rey looks wounded: wounded at the fact that his firstborn is expressing such pain. My hands start to shake in nervousness and I almost forget that I'm on live TV, I almost forget that people are watching my life is falling apart.

Rey tries one more time and brings Dominik's attention to me, "Look at your girlfriend son. This is hurting her". I can only look at him in silence and he can only look at me with remorse. A quick tear falls down my face and I'm quick to wipe it away but Dominik knows. He always knows I watch his face drop in sadness, he's itching to comfort me. I know him, I know it. Rhea visibly tightens her grip on his shoulder and whispers something into his ear.

I can't love you in the dark. It feels like we're oceans apart.

Dominik forcefully looks away from me and back to his father. And I can finally walk away. I can get out of this arena and go home, cry into my pillow for days on end, and pray I will be able to feel something after. I wipe my cheeks again and walk out not trying to listen to them argue anymore. I'm not paying attention to the booing of fans or the yelling of my name to come back and face the situation. The panic in my chest is restricting me of all my options. Damian Priest and Finn Balor somehow magically appear in front of me: it's possible I just didn't notice. I run into Damians chest and I look up, eyes glassy and full of fear for Dominik.

"Where are you going?" Damian asks with his eyebrows raised in question. The nerve these people have, 'I'm leaving I can't watch this anymore" I scoff and push past him. The yells of my name mixed in with others is like an echo compared to my intrusive thoughts. My thoughts and memories of Dominik and I living life like it was a movie. Now the love of my life is gone and I can't fully come to terms with it. I break out into a sob before I can make it to backstage, I cover my mouth with my hand with the other holding my stomach. I double over just a little full of pain from the strength of my sobs.

The chanting of my name rings out so much louder and it's diminished from an echo to a roar of sympathy. I try to quickly pull myself together and move my feet but they feel like they're cemented to the floor.

#Spotify #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x you #the judgment day #dom dom #Dominik Mysterio angst #dominik my bbg #my baby daddy???? #rey mysterio #wwe x reader

[piracytheorist]

Episode 29 thoughts

I made some passionate statements about the first part. Now it's time for a bit of analysis.

So I had seen the trailer where Anya looks sad after having failed her tests and it kind of struck me how she reached the point of crying alone in her room. And well, now I know it was because she was scared of being separated from Becky.

And because I can't keep my mouth shut about this, one of the reasons Anya's friendship with Becky helps her - probably without her realizing it - is that she has someone to back her up when Damian and co. bully her. Becky is always on her side and losing that could cause her severe stress. Sure, they'll still be in the same school, but when your school environment is so toxic and also demanding, losing the constant presence of a friend in the class can be devastating. Trust me, I know of toxic environments in class, and I know of not having someone to back you up. I don't call Damian a bully just to spite fans.

At the end, Damian, despite willingly choosing to let Anya win, he inwardly accuses her of manipulating his feelings - when in fact Anya was simply terrified of losing Becky as a classmate, and that's why she cried. He's still not ready to confront his feelings. He showed sympathy to Anya and then told himself that she manipulated him into that. It shows that he has potential but in no way does it justify the way he makes fun of her - as well as practically encourage Ewen and Emile to jump in on the bullying.

Anyway. Tests go bad, and Anya despairs that she'll be separated from Becky. Becky however, continues believing in Anya. I wonder if Becky would ever consider purposefully flunking her tests so that she can stay as Anya's classmate. She's not doing that well in the friends department either.

Twilight notices her achievements in ancient language (jesus what are they teaching those kids) and is surprised, searching for a reasonable explanation.

We are reminded that he doesn't know anything about her past, can only speculate about it, and decides that since he doesn't have the full info there is no point to do that. The dutiful spy regaining control after the still-in-development paternal feelings got him trying to make sense of his daughter's mind?

Despite her failing scores, Loid still announces to her he made her favourite dish, which instantly fixes her mood.

I think, when in the first episode Anya heard Twilight's thought about how he wants a world where children don't cry, it gave her the impression that he would provide her with an emotionally safe environment - something that was solidified when he was ready to punch Swan for making her cry. Even if she doesn't realize it fully due to her young age, she chose to stay with him and do her best to get into Eden because she trusted that in his heart, he truly wants her to be happy.

So one could argue that Anya is very lucky that despite the levels of Twilight's emotional constipation, he really has the heart to comfort her after she's had a bad day. But it's not really a matter of luck, when she chose to stay with him after she saw what he hides beneath all the spy front, is it?

Warning for blood under the cut.

I gotta say, the transition to the second part was way too jarring. Since the last sight of the first part was a background, the second part should have slid in with another background - like for example, the busy city around Franky's kiosk.

I feel like an idiot, having spoken about the Cyrillic sentences in the previous episode, and now we get this.

I... What even are some of those. Why so many alphabets. Where are those even from and what do they have to do with the Ostanian culture. Does anything make sense anymore. What is life.

Anyway. Anime-onlys are finally introduced to the name Garden and What. The. Fuck.

(excuse the poor collage I'm too tired for photoshop rn)

This image isn't in the manga. I think it's the first time the anime shows more violence than the respective manga chapter, lol. Where did they even get that much blood and how did they get it so high on the wall? Asking the real questions here.

"They eliminate one traitor after another on the shadow government's orders."

That is extremely interesting! Shadow government? Employing an independent assassin group to clean out their traitors?

... Traitors, a group which would include Twilight and Franky?

Franky immediately describes someone fitting Yor's fighting abilities and Twilight is like "No such thing!" shaking his head even. The denial runs deep already, lmao.

Honestly, a bit of a shame we were robbed of Twilight's face as he walked away.

"This isn't worth any intel you might promise me."

Franky puts his skills and connections to use and it was cool to see him in his natural environment, being so smooth and certain in searching around for information.

The part of Franky working with Yor could be summarized with "expert meets expert but they're both such idiots they do not immediately suspect each other". Like Yor I understand being naive and so trusting she sees all those contraptions Franky creates and immediately believes he's all legal about his business. Now how Franky saw her demolish his decade-old work and was like "I shall not question this" beats me. Guess he was also lovestruck for that Kacey woman, and like Loid, he sees a clear spectacle of extraordinary physical strength and goes like "Everyday occurrence. I'm just sad my invention is gone."

That cat is traumatized for life.

Yor's coworkers are... a bunch. We got some sympathetic moments from Camilla in episode 16 but she's still the mean girl type in the office. Yor's naivete truly protects her sometimes from having her feelings hurt, doesn't it?

I think this will play a role in identity reveals. When it comes to everyday civilians, Yor sees the best in them and assumes they have the best intentions. When she kills, she considers her victims bastards and traitors. Right now, Yor has an amazing impression of Loid... how will that flip when she finds out about all the lies he's told and all the ways he's been using her and Anya?

The change in her expression though, when she realizes she's getting a call from Shopkeeper!

I wonder what client was so important that he had to call her in the middle of her workday. Hopefully the plot kicks off from the next episode and this thirsty anime-only shall find out!

#Spy x Family #sxf reaction

[thesharktanksdriver]

Academic Achievements (romantic)

Requested by - can i request an academic rivals to lovers w/ damian? :) maybe a dash of angst >:)

Angst heh? Ha ahhahahhahahahhahahhahahahhahahha yes~

Btw some topics of bullying, class division and Damien kinda being a little shit at the beginning (but we all expected that)

Damien Wayne was a stuck up snooty brat who didn’t work for anything that came his way

Controversial opinion but it was one held by you and the handful of other kids of Gotham academy that came from blue collar or lower class families

Everything came to him with a flick of a finger whether that be his lunch on a silver platter or the attention of others. It was effortless, truly and utterly effortless

He never truly had to work for what he’s gotten in your eyes

Just another rich kid at this academy that’s populated by them

What makes him different though is that he’s a Wayne, a breed of rich all on its own

Practically royalty to Gotham society

He and them get in on money and name alone while you and a handful of others have to work their asses off to get in

It isn’t fair but you’ve accepted that at this point

It’s why you dedicated yourself to studying, to be better than them, than him for once

All students at this school were given a somewhat level playing ground when it came to actual grades

Sure, some had tutors and private fancy teaches at home to help but unless they actually cared they could not buy their way to victory

This in itself gave you enough edge to be head of class academic wise

Well not before the Wayne whom was your age had to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong and had decided he’d try to outsmart you

It started off small at first, projects in which he’d try to constantly one up you

Sending you snide smirks from across the class

You never acknowledged them but perhaps that’s what made him more determined. More pissed off that it didn’t aggravate you like he had intended

So he moves into trying to answer questions faster than you

Raising his hand up high as to be picked first

And so on and so fourth with his attempts

It was getting annoying but you’d put up with worse, much worse at this school

But he just didn’t seem to get any hints

Especially not when he one day tracked you down at lunch while you were in the art room

It was one of your only sanctuaries here. You are in peace without the threat of getting food or a drink dumped on you by some prissy girl again for not agreeing to give her the answers she wanted for homework

You just want to be left in peace but he doesn’t get that

No, he had to stick his nose where he shouldn’t have

He tells you to give up, that he’ll win and it’ll just be easier for you accept that

You almost punch him but hold back knowing you’d be fucked if you did that

You tell him to fuck off

And that leads to the two of you arguing loudly though fortunately no one was around

Rose white statues are the only ones that see and hear the carnage

Words are thrown back and forth, like a rocking ship before it crashes bow first into the waves

Sinking deep into ice cold murky waters as neither of you back down

For him it was his pride that kept him going, for you it was your stubbornness and determination that pushed you

Two opposing forces, an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object

A fiery red rage vs seething cold fury

“You just can’t let anyone be better at you than anything huh?. That’s the problem here, you just won’t let anyone else win. You already have everything, for once stop being selfish and just give others that chance at victory, you get it enough as it is for just waving a hand in a certain direction”

“Why do you even care so much!?, does your self esteem really hang so much on your position as the top of class?”

“Damien, I’ve had to work MY ass off to get into this school along with my friends. We fucking cried when the acceptance letters came in, and it’s a miracle that the school was merciful enough to pay for me!. You don’t have to worry about that!, you probably didn’t even bat an fucking eye when that letter came because it didn’t matter to you but it does for ME!. It matters to me cause it’s the only thing I can do that everyone else can’t just pay to win”

You leave after that, grabbing your book bag and slinging it over your shoulder as you storm past him to go to your next class. Tears lining your eyes that you hold back and push away

You wouldn’t cry, not in this jungle where the moment you show weakness they’ll descend upon you like vultures to pick away at your self esteem even more

He doesn’t move oddly enough but you don’t pay attention to it much

That night when you barely catch the bus home and then have to walk for at least another 15 minutes with your hands gripping a small pocket knife as you get home.

It’s late, dinner is cold but you don’t have the effort to place it in the microwave

You go to study for the missed time at lunch from your altercation

Your tired and cold from the walk, cheeks still red and nose stuffy but you don’t care

You pull out your notebook and begin to answer equations as best you can

The words from before playing in your mind before you drowned it out with the soundtrack of howls moving castle

As Damien returns home though he’s…shaken so to say

He kinda realizes he may have gone a step too far, a line crossed in the sand that he bounded over in pursuit of something

It also makes him realize how in some ways you were right, which he didn’t want to admit aloud

He didn’t think much about that initial letter, he tossed it away noting giving it the time of day

He knew he was smart and would’ve passed the test to get in but his fathers money had paid for him not to go through that effort

And you were right, he didn’t let others win

He always thought that was a good trait, but perhaps in cases like this it wasn’t as good as initially perceived to be

He would usually go to Dick or his father for advice but instead he goes to Todd for it

Knowing how he had a better grip on what it was like to not live rich in Gotham

And well…

“Wow ok…yeah kinda dick thing to do. You came at them unprovoked and then tried to take a crack at self esteem…good going”

And that’s when the guilt begins to set in the longer he talks to his older adoptive brother

And it hits bad especially when he knows a simple apology won’t likely cut it

It’s during the next couple of days that he watches you in a new light

Compared to him and everyone else who had large social groups your relatively alone

Only one or two friends who come to your side

It’s also here he now notices the divide that he for some reason never caught onto while at the school

Damien is a loner yes, but if he wanted friends he had people who would flock to him at a heartbeat. People who seemed to adore his every breath, a single wave getting a few cheering at getting his attention

But for you and your friends there is disdain and disgust. Like seeing a bug crawled it’s way on your table before swatting it away

But you can’t be swatted, no matter how many times someone pours water or attempts to trip you it ends up with you walking it off

Giving a glare that sends them running off with giggles as they hide a smirk behind a small “oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there”

You never say anything about it though, you never go to a teacher or report it at all

You just take it and it makes him confused as to why you stood up to him and not them

It’s why he returns to you after a week or so of observations

Once again interrupting your lunch as you worked on a new painting

“Oh…your back.”

“I’ve…” he pauses for a moment trying to find the right words, pride be damned “I’ve come to say I’m sorry”

You stop your painting at that, mid-stroke as you put down your brush and turn back to look at him. “I don’t believe that” it comes out your mouth and he’s left to stare

“And how would I make you do so?”

“If you really want that then show me change. Show me that you work for what you get just like I do, then I’ll respect you, then I’ll accept your apology”

That seems to hit something in him since he pauses whatever response he had

And surprisingly enough he nods

It’s from that point on you notice that there’s a shift in the young Wayne

One that others also begin to catch onto

It’s a slow process but you begin having lunch with him…well more like he joins you for lunch as you either study or continue your paintings

He shows his notebooks when your stuck and how a truck into solving a question

When others are jeering at you or your friends he steps in, glaring them down

At some point he even reported on a few students after one had poured a drink on your friend purposely

For once the report wasn’t brushed aside

There are definitely jealous glared from others about how he seemed keen on spending time with you but you don’t pay it any mind

Especially not when your working on a history project about the Ottoman Empire which he had extensive knowledge about

You…begin to enjoy his presence

At first you tolerated it but now you genuinely enjoy when he meets up at lunch and integrates himself into your small group of friends

He seems happier, more content and not scowling all the time

In class the two of you start a playful competition, not like before which was motivated by bitterness and pride

Now it’s just for the hell of it as mrs.smith can only watch as the two of you fling your hands up to answer

Afterwards depending who answered the most you’d both do a dare

He begins to actually seem like a kid and not a self-centered robot

You both begin to partner up for projects

He ends up at your small house since you don’t feel quite comfortable yet going to his place, partially in fear of being out of place

He doesn’t seem to mind but tells you that his family would love you

You wave the comment off but it does help ease your nerves slightly

In your home he finds a certain sense of normalcy he’d never really experienced

This feels like what a normal home should be like, small and cozy

Fruit left out by your mom with a note saying to have a snack

He enjoys it wholeheartedly and can’t help but smile when he keeps returning to work with you on the project

Perhaps with a bit more eagerness than he’d like to admit which makes Alfred smile knowingly

Eventually you end up at the manor with him

Your nervous and clutching your bag as your fingers fidgeted

He sees this and takes your hand

Squeezing it in a silent gesture of “it’s alright” and “your gonna be ok”

You swear your heart skips a beat yet you ignore the feeling as you step out a the car with him

The large building and its gates seeming to look over you before your attention is taken away at the sight of a dog

He smiles as the dog comes bounding forwards, stopping for a moment to sniff you before he seemingly gave you permission to pet him

“What’s his name?”

“This is Titus. He’s my dog, and resident best friend”

You giggle a bit at that as Titus pushed his snout into your hand

Tail wagging back and forth before he followed the two of you into the large home

It feels grandiose and elegant

You’d only ever see bits and pieces from magazines or on tv but seeing it in person felt like something else

Almost like walking into a book or painting

Damien guides you through the old halls and into their private library

There are a few stacked books left on a table, all of which are related to your shared project

Honestly this placed seemed like heaven

The two of you work on the project but it’s intercepted by moments of the two of you just passionately talking about the subject

Neither of you had seen it before but both of you are overwhelmingly passionate and headstrong

A reason why you’d both clashed heads before but now seemingly brung you both together

At some point he asks about your art and you somewhat shyly tell him of your hobby

How you sell your pieces on the side to make some extra money since your parents only make enough to get by

Surprisingly he compliments your skill, the techniques you’d learned over years of trial and error

And it’s…nice

You feel warm and fuzzy on the inside just as he does when you ask him to tell you more about his pets or about his roots

Eventually you have to leave but you come back soon after to confine the project

The two of you making a schedule where you sometimes go to your house or his

It’s through this you meet his kind butler who is nothing but kind and caring as he delivers cookies

Along with brief instances of Damien’s older brothers who are seemingly shocked

Especially the slightly (in your eyes) infamous Dick Grayson who peaks in as you both study

Well…before Damien hucks a book at his head yelling for him to leave

The king of Gotham himself, Bruce Wayne even stops by when your about to leave to talk to you

He thanks you for having such a positive change on Damien and your left a bit flustered by it

Especially since the man says your always welcome in their home and that your always welcome if you need help

Things seem better for both you and Damien

You’d been selling more paintings as he actually gained a group of tight knit friends who were just as nerdy as he was

Things are good

So good in-fact that Damien ends up inviting you to a gala him and his family were invited too as his plus one

Aomehow he ends up convincing you to join, even helping you find something appropriate for the occasion at a new exhibit at the Gotham art museum

A place you’d visited before for a couple feudal trips yet never saw in its actual capacity

As the celebrations start the tow of you quickly end up wandering the empty halls, admiring the art

You were both the only kids there so it was only natural to do so, besides, the adults were all mingling with one another

There are countless classics and styles of all kinds ranging from paintings to sculptures

All of which lead to the two of you talking of your interpretations of the meaning

Before you both end up at a painting with a black dot in the middle

Nothing else, just a blank white canvas with a dot

The sight of which makes you giggle

the sound makes his eyes widen and heart race, it sounds like the chimes that would happen from a light summer’s breeze or the fluttering of petals in the wind

And then he joins along in your giggles as the two of you stare at the hoity toity painting of a plane black dot on a white canvas

“I think I make better works than that” you joke

“Think?, no you definitely make better stuff than this. I don’t buy bad art”

Wait what?

You turn to him and he seems to catch what he had said

You notice that his avoids eye contact and how turns to face slightly away from you

“You…your the person who bought my art?. Why?”

“Like I said, I don’t buy bad art. Yours is much better than some of the stuff here, father even thought so”

Now it’s your turn to be flustered as you feel butterflies in your stomach

Off in the distance the two of you can hear the sound of classical music

It’s muffled and too slow for your taste so you pull out your phone and AirPods

“Wanna dance to some real tunes?”

He smiles and takes the AirPod as you press shuffle on your playlist

The sound of “lovesong” by the cure playing conveniently in both your ears

Damien takes your hand and you both take turns leading the dance

He can’t help but grin happily

Neither of you notice his family pealing into the room watching with happy smiles

Nor how Tim had kinds maybe hacked your phone to play that song

#dc x reader #damien wayne x reader

[all-risejd]

Chapter 18: A Picnic and a Declaration (A Poly Judgment Day Fanfic)

Nessa starts to wake up to someone playing with her hair. She keeps her eyes closed and snuggles closer taking in the warm spicy scent of his fading cologne, his hand in hers resting by her head on his chest. "Mmm Good morning, Mariposa." Damian grumbles, feeling the shifting in her breathing showing him she is waking up. Nessa just groans and squeezes her hand. A tender arm wraps around her waist, and lips press against her shoulder, tracing her skin with warm pressure.

"Good morning Bunny." Rhea mutters and continues to kiss up her opposite shoulder, Damian still playing with her hair.

"Noooo I'm so tiiired!" She whines and hears laughter from the other bed where Finn and Dominik were cuddling, the pair are both snorting at her antics.

"Baby we gave you an extra hour but now we need to get up if we are going to eat before getting to the arena. You still have to train with Asuka, Indi and Zelina and you can't do that on an empty stomach." Dominik tries to convince her while snuggling closer to Finn, not proving his point when she finally picks up her head to see no one making moves to get out of bed.

"You first!" Nessa whines trying to snuggle back onto Damian and Rhea, but pouts when they slide out of bed and take the covers off so she can't get comfortable again. Nessa sits up and crosses her arms, staring at the tan of the hotel wall, pointedly not looking at any of her partners.

"Come on Bunny get dressed so we can go eat and get to the arena." Rhea gently grabs Nessa's arm and pulls her off the bed and nudges her towards the bathroom. Nessa instead swerves and goes to her bag, digging out her sports bra, Black Veil Brides tank top and a pair of jeans. She stands there and takes off her night shirt, leaving her breasts exposed.

Nessa pauses as she feels the air in the room shift. She glances around the room to the shocked faces of the boys and Rhea sitting on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her clasped hands, her smile from ear to ear, a spark of joy in her eyes. Nessa blushes at the attention but continues, sliding her shorts down and stepping out of them, a whistle of appreciation coming from Damian.

She ignores it and shimmies into her pants first, turning her back to them, trying to keep the confidence she had a moment before. The others watch as she continues to get dressed, Domain bites his lip and eyes her up and down before meeting the looks of the others who look touched at how comfortable Nessa is with them and the effort she is putting out for them. "Mariposa, you don't have to change in front of us. We know how you feel you don't have anything to prove." Damian tells her, keeping his distance not wanting to seem imposing on her.

Nessa turns around a shy smile on her face. "Nothing to prove to you, but more so something to prove to myself. I'm comfortable around you all and can do the bing bing." She starts to explain, and the room breaks out in laughter except for Dominik who only smiles, just happy she isn't cutting him out anymore. He will gladly take whatever she is willing to give and if she is trying to return to how they were he won't argue that.

"Bing bing?" Finn giggles, as they move to grab their gear, and head toward the hotel door. "I love it." He promises as Nessa turns a bit red. They head as a group to the breakfast provided to them by the WWE and the hotel's partnership, before they make their way to the arena - the group is right, Nessa does have three very important female Superstars to meet. ___________________________________________________________________________

Nessa finishes changing into workout gear in the shared locker room as there is a knock at the door. Damian answers it to see Hunter standing there with Pearce. "We want to walk to the ring with Nessa and watch her training, to see how she is progressing. Between us I am hoping to have her ready for a match by Money in the Bank." Hunter smiles, trying to pass it off as a joke.

"Paul, I haven't agreed to wrestle but I'm not saying no. That seems too fast, people train for months, years before even getting to this company and that is on the training brand. I haven't earned it and I don't want handouts because of Jefe." Nessa counters.

"Sweetheart I promise it isn't a handout because of Rey. You are working hard and learning fast. You know the signals to take a move and to counter. You expertly maneuvered someone going off plan and still made sure they didn't get hurt. If your training continues to progress you can be ready for a small 5 minute match by Money in the Bank, now it might be a predetermined match that you job but you can showcase yourself and what you have learned." Hunter praises, Adam nodding along in agreement while Nessa looks at them with suspicion. They step out of the way so Nessa can leave the room, she looks back at her people who nod and gesture for her to go. She blows a kiss to them and walks out the doorway, Hunter closing it behind them and standing on one side of Nessa, Adam on the other.

"While we walk to the ring there are some things we need to discuss. First, the allegations against a certain superstar are being deeply investigated. I saw your reaction when his name was brought up, you don't need to say anything. Just know there is an investigation underway no matter what happens in the Draft. If possible, when you are ready to give me details that would speed it along but I understand if you are unable." Hunter explains as they walk, Adam clasping his hands in front of himself as they navigate the twists and turns of the arena, nodding to the backstage hands as they go. Nessa stays silent, staring ahead, surprising herself by keeping her composure.

Hunter then clears his throat and continues, "Secondly we wanted to talk about the plans for Backlash. We don't want you out there for Damian's match, it is a street fight and anything goes which for now would put you in too much danger to sell appropriately. There will be a bit where Finn and Dominik interfere with members of the LWO, you are to stay in the back and do a Vignette with Rhea to start pushing the story there. At the end you come out to tend to Damian's 'injury'. You know how the match ends, your cue will be once all the LWO are in the ring celebrating." He explains and Nessa nods along, committing it to memory.

"You have two promos that night, one with Rhea and the other alone in medical where Roman corners you about an alliance. We emailed you your script, though Roman doesn't have one, just a gist so play off of him. You have great mic skills and an instinct that can't be taught" Adam chimes in and Nessa preens at the praise and stands a little straighter as Hunter laughs at her reaction.

"Alright now show us what you can do." Hunter states, leading her up the steps of the ring and she enters and starts stretching with the others. She can't help the nerves she feels knowing her boss is ringside watching her train but she soon shoves that thought in the back of her head as they get started, practicing the moves she has learned the past few weeks and adding in a few more.

"Ok you can take normal bumps, throw believable punches, arm drags, DDTs, some counters as well as a new submission that you need to practice. You are picking up the basics quickly. Now I want to see you take a bump from the ropes." Indi instructs, gesturing towards the corner.

"It's no different than taking one from where you stand only higher." Zelina tries to convince Nessa who isn't buying it.

"No it is not no different, if I land wrong I could break my neck." Nessa harshly whispers not wanting Hunter or Adam to hear her flipping out.

"Just tuck your chin as you do on the mat. You took a beatdown from me and a swinging DDT you can do this. Now sit on the top rope and prepare for me to suplex you. Trust that I won't angle you wrong and remember in a match if I need you to counter I won't tap your back." Zelina pumps her up and reminds her. Nessa sighs and nods, getting on the top rope as instructed. Hunter and Adam watch her closely. Zelina smacks Nessa's back as the signal to give a little jump to assist in the suplex and they land on the mat. Nessa momentarily clutches her back and arches off the mat before turning over and forcing herself to get up and grapple with Zelina who gains the upper hand and twists Nessa's arm behind her back.

Nessa groans at the straining in her shoulder but goes to her knees and sweeps Zelina's leg out from under her and locks in a reverse figure four leg lock. Hunter steps back, looking in the ring proudly, recording a secret video as she has a mock match with Zelina. Asuka, and Indi yelling directions. They continue like that until Hunter calls for them to quit and go get ready for the show.

Raw May 1 2023 The Draft Day 2

With the show underway Triple H began announcing the rules of the Draft. The various members of the Judgement Day are in catering, Nessa on Dominik's lap and playing with one of his hands while the other alternates between feeding Nessa and feeding himself, careful to not get any food on their outfits. Nessa wears a cut up pair of pants and a Judgment Day shirt with the others' faces on it, tied right under her bust. Rhea is sat next to them, wearing her ring gear, Nessa's feet resting on her thighs across the bench. Finn and Damian sitting across from them.

Finn keeps glancing over his shoulder at the TV, to make sure they don't miss their Cue. Nessa watches the TV as well, smiling when Hunter announces Rhea as the Number 1 Draft Pick. Collectively they aren't surprised, having known that in advance but Rhea still blushes. She has come a long way in the company. Nessa lets go of Dominik's hand and grabs Rhea's hand, giving it a soft squeeze in support. Nessa and Rhea look lovingly at each other, the group just happy in their little bubble.

They are brought back to the real world by four people joining them at the table filling all the empty seats. Nessa looks around to see Jimmy sitting next to Finn and Jey sitting next to Damian, Paul joining Dominik and Roman next to Rhea. The twins begin shoveling food like it is normal while Dominik sits there confused as well as the rest of the Judgment Day. Nessa doesn't look surprised, having learned from her multiple interactions with them once they claim you it sticks and they all but claimed her when she did their checkups.

"Hiya Roman, Jimmy, Jey... Paul... Nice of you to join us." Nessa welcomes them to their table, the only one that shocked her was Paul joining them. She has only met him in passing a few times. She is even more shocked when he starts talking to her. So shocked she doesn't eat what Dominik is offering to her off their shared plate.

"Nessa, it is so nice to finally be able to sit down and meet you properly and have a talk." He begins.

"It's an honor to properly meet you. I remember seeing you a lot as a kid, loved ECW by the way and when you ran Smackdown." She praises, still eyeing him as he smiles at her. She notes it is different, a softer smile, more fatherly.

"That is high praise coming from you. I wanted to offer my services, if you need any advice, anything in general come find me or give me a call." He offers, and Nessa quirks her head to the side confused and Dominik pulls her tighter against his chest. The other members of Judgment Day are going on the defensive.

The others at the table try to diffuse the confusion and distrust. "Hey man it's nothing like that. I just see immense talent and potential in her and see the future of this company. You know how it goes." Paul defends himself.

Roman speaks up after eating another bite of food, not worried at all about the newfound tension in the table. "It's also a favor to me and to him. They are both Jews and he wants to make sure she succeeds and as a favor to me since we claim her as one of ours." He shrugs, Jimmy and Jey nodding along.

"Yeah man, he offered the same to Dom and Char and many others when they first started." Jimmy explains before letting out a string of expletives as Roman kicks him hard under the table.

"Hey stop kicking each other for fucks sake first them now you. Children behave, I swear you will be the death of me, is that what you want?" Nessa wags her finger at them making Paul laugh as Roman and the twins look down muttering apologies. Damian hides his smirk behind his bottle of water as he takes a sip, glad it isn't directed towards him that time.

"You are going to keep this whole locker room in line, I see it now. Running things behind the scenes and keeping the peace. The first piece of advice. Go meet more people in the locker room. Spend time in the communal locker room. Get to know them, don't just stay in your bubble." Paul advises before getting up. "Gentleman and Rhea." He nods to the others and turns to walk away.

"Roman what the fuck was that about?" Nessa raises her eyebrows and Roman smirks and shakes his head.

"What I told you. You work hard and it hasn't gone unnoticed. You are young and beautiful and have the potential to be the best of the best and we want to see that for you." Roman offers.

"Yeah Uce, even if you don't want to perform, we haven't been feeling this good or trusting the medical team like this for a while. You genuinely care, it's not just a job to you so whatever you want to do you got our support." Jey promises, winking at Nessa and gets up, Jimmy doing the same. Roman stays put and just continues talking with Nessa and the rest of the group until a stage hand comes and gives them a 10 minute warning to get to Gorilla.

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Nessa stands between Damian and Finn on the dark ramp, Rhea next to Finn and Dominik ending the line as smoke billows at their feet on the dark ramp. They look up as the lights focus on them. Damian nods a long to the beat doing his thing as they start making their way down the ramp. Damian offers Nessa his elbow and she takes it with a smile, the crowd a mix of cheers and boos. As they make their way down the ramp Finn takes a step back allowing Rhea to step in front of him so she is in step with Damian and Nessa and he is next to Dominik for a moment, knocking their wrists together before all five of them line up at the bottom of the ramp, each of them smirking and looking around.

Finn bumps his fist against Damians in front of Nessa who steps into Damian's open arm. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and guides her down one side of the ring where people cheer for them. Nessa surprises herself and doesn't blush, staying in character and ignoring the cheers as she follows Damian up the stairs and steps between the ropes he and Finn hold open for her. The two men follow her into the ring and quickly cross it as Rhea jumps on the apron and poses behind Dominik. Finn and Nessa lean against the ropes as Damian climbs it and does his archer pose, cameras flashing grabbing the moment in time. Once everyone is in the ring they all get a microphone. Nessa is leaning against Rhea's shoulder that houses the title as Damian begins to speak loudly into the mic, the deepness of his voice sends shivers down Neessa's spine and she swallowed thickly,

"All rise to the Judgment Day staying united right here on Monday Night RAW, and all rise for tonight's First Draft Pick, Your Champion," He gestures to Rhea and Nessa steps aside as Dominik shines Rheas title belt and Nessa steps next to Damian and he continues "Our Champion Rhea Ripley!" He introduces and Rhea preens and sticks out her tongue for a moment.

Damian pulls Nessa possessively against him and steps back as Rhea raises the mic to her mouth and laughs into the mic. "I mean was there really any doubt who the First Draft Pick would be, Huh?" She turns towards Dominik and Nessa bites the inside of her cheek to prepare for the out of pocket thing Rhea is sure to say next. "Mami's always on top." Dominik can't control his face, Finn starts laughing and Damian pinches his nose to try to not break but is unsuccessful. Nessa smirks and nods like she is agreeing with Rhea as Damian tries to turn his face away from the cameras to collect himself. Rhea continues like she didn't just say something that could get them fined.

"And you guys thought that you could get rid of us that easily, nuh-uh. I've said it before and I'll say it again. The Judgement Day, we run Monday Night RAW." Nessa applauds and responds "That's Right" before Rhea continues, "And this Saturday at Backlash Zelina Vega is going to regret everything she has done to Nessa and to me on Smackdown when I pretzel her and remind everyone exactly why I am the most dominant champion here in the WWE." She holds up her title, the rest of the Judgment Day clapping and sounding off in agreement.

Finn walks in front of Rhea and begins his part, "Yeah that's right, Rhea is going to roll Zelina up like a hot snot and flicker, and I got some news for Bad Bunny because my man Damian," He turns first to Dom then to Damian, temporarily forgetting their placement. Nessa places a hand on Damian's chest as Finn continues, "Is going to tear Bad Bunny apart, and leave little fluffy pieces of him all over Puerto Rico. Maybe he'll learn to keep his mouth shut about our little Nessa." He gestures to her as the others mock Bad Bunny. "Tell 'em Damian!" Finn steps to the side as Damian steps forward. Rhea pulls Nessa back to stand between her and Dominik. Rhea resting her arm on Nessa's shoulder and leaning on her while Dominik wraps his arm around Nessa's waist.

"Bad Bunny, I want you to listen to my words very carefully, Because I choose them very very carefully." Damian rapidly goes off in Spanish, clearly upset and Nessa can't keep up to even understand. He realizes how rapidly he was speaking and takes a deep breath apologizing to them and continues talking, "Sé que eres una superestrella de la música, pero este es mi mundo. Igual de niño ganaste una lucha, pero estás equivocado. Has engañado a todos tus fans. Ellos piensan que puedes ganar. En Puerto Rico, te voy a dar duro. And Bad Bunny, Benito, at Backlash you will receive your punishment. I warned you about disrespecting my woman and getting involved in Judgment Day business." Damian pulls Nessa to him again, by the back of the neck and capturing her lips in a searing kiss that she has to remind herself to keep it PG. Mercifully he breaks the kiss, pulling her to his chest possessively, playing up his character.

Dominik raises the mic to his lips as Damian and Nessa take a step back to allow him room. "I can't..." He is cut off by the roaring boos of the crowd and his hand drops to his side. All of them turn around looking annoyed, Rhea yelling at the crowd to shut up then turning to Dominik telling him to not worry about it.

Finn speaks up into the mic in defense of Dominik, "Hey, let him speak!" The crowd roars more to where they struggle to hear each other as FInn continues, "Dom pay them no mind!"

Dominik looks around and raises the mic again to try to speak, "I cant.." The crowd gets even louder and it makes Nessa's ears ring. She takes the moment to raise the mic to her mouth and the crowd quiets down interested in what she has to say.

"I have forgiven Dom his sins against me, he has proven to me he has earned it and The Judgment Day has welcomed me with opened arms, and I met my new man, Mi Rey," Nessa's ears twitch at calling Damian what she typically reserves for Dom but she continues without pausing, her hand resting on Damians chest "Let me put the rumors to bed. He doesn't lay a hand on me that I don't allow, any mark is something I've allowed and even asked for. Damian is a bad guy but he knows how to treat a woman right." Nessa smirks and pauses listening to the crowd cheer at the obvious implications. After a moment of taking in the cheers she adds on "And you all need to let Dom Dom speak and show him some respect!" She has to yell into the mic, the crowd switching from cheers to the nuclear level heat that Dom can't seem to shake.

Dom tries to speak again only for the crowd to start chanting you suck over and over again. "I can't wait until Mami and Priest dominate at Backlash!!!" He yells into the mic trying to be heard the crowd still chanting "you suck" and booing. Dominik repeats again and continues "And until the Judgment Day dominates Santos, Zelina and my dead beat dad in a six man tag match and since the LWO got drafted to SmackDown, looks like this is the last night I get to embarrass my dad along with his loser friends in the LWO who want to lay hands on Mamita who has done nothing wrong and who has graciously supported me against my deadbeat dad who also laid hands on her. He wants to accuse Priest of abuse when he bruised her wrist the other week. They can run and hide on Smackdown." Dominik yells into the mic.

He goes to add more but Rey Mysterio's music comes on and out he comes with Santos and Zelina by his side and a mic in his hand, he raises it to his mouth to respond to Dominik, "Dom, no one is running or hiding anywhere. I did not mean to bruise mi hija Nessa."

Nessa cuts him off, "Then you should understand this," She gestures between Damian and herself.

Rey continues on like she didn't buy in. "We were selected by SmackDown to compete Friday nights.Thats how the draft works, But I'm glad, I'm glad we're not going to be on the same brand, because if you thought getting whooped at WrestleMania with the belt was bad," he begins to point at Dominik, "Next time I would have busted out la chancla," Zelina and Santos begin clapping while Nessa rolls her eyes and whispers into Damian's ear where others can read her lips, "I'd like to see him try." Rey sees this and turns his attention to her, "And nessa you aren't excluded. I may be worried for your safety but you need to leave them and do the right thing. You are going down a dark path."

Damian steps in front of her cutting him off, "You don't get to talk to her or about her, do it again and I'll end you." He threatens. Zelina and Santos fake being scared, though there is a glint in Zelina's eyes that gives her true feelings away.

Rey waves off the threat and continues, pointing to Zelina. "And I can't wait to see Zelina leave Puerto Rico with Rhea's championship around her waist."

"Not a chance" Finn yells out, Nessa waves her arms in a no way fashion.

Rey doesn't stop talking which is beginning to annoy Nessa, the match is supposed to start soon and he is going to make it late. "And I am looking forward to watching Bad Bunny romper de toda la cara Priest and anybody else from Judgment Day who is stupid enough to get in Bunny's way at Backlash. Nessa you've been through enough I would hope you aren't that stupid to get involved in the men's business, then again you put yourself in the situation you are in..." Rey shakes his head to reorient himself, he got off track and immediately felt guilty at the look on Nessa's face, like he himself hurt her. (break Priest's face)

Damian and Dominik go off yelling at Rey for that comment, spouting threats, their microphones discarded so their curses wouldn't be picked up, while Finn and Rhea momentarily check on Nessa who waves them off. She can handle Rey when the time is right.

"But before all that, the Judgment Day is going to get smacked right now by the LWO!" The crowd cheers as Rey's music kicks back on and they approach the ring. Damian holds open the ropes for Nessa who quickly exits so she doesn't have to be in the ring when Rey enters. She takes her place by the steel steps as Damian takes off his jacket and hands it to her. She slides it under the ring for safe keeping, wanting to keep her hands free incase she is needed for this match.

Finn takes his spot next to her as Rhea and Damian stand on the apron, Dominik in the ring to start the match, Rey starting it on his side, staring down Dominik. Disappointment evident in his eyes. Rhea smirks, reaching forward and tapping his chest to tag herself in. She enters the ring like a predator, her eyes on Rey her prey. Nessa can't hear the taunts Rhea is giving but cheers her on all the same when she pushes Rey's head. Rey turns around and Zelina is in the ring, he picks her up for leverage so Zelina can wrap her legs around Rhea's head and take her down. Rhea flips onto the mat. Rhea quickly recovers and gets up, swinging at Zelina who dodges it.

However, Zelina can't dodge Rhea's kick, and she falls to the mat. Rhea turns momentarily to talk back to threaten Rey before focusing back on Zelina and going for the riptide. Zelina counters it to attempt to hit the DDT but the strength of Rhea is able to stop her, holding them in that position and Lifting Zelina up. Zelina begins to kick down with her knees connecting one to Rhea's head making Rhea lose her grip and Zelina breaks out of the hold. They turn to face each other, Finn keeping a protective hand on Nessa's shoulder to pull her out of potential harm if needed. Zelina drops down as they grapple, making Rhea hit her head on Zelinas and rapidly back up into their corner.

Damian immediately tags in, with Santos switching out for Zelina. Both of them rush into the ring, Damian hitting Santos with his knee making him double over. Damian then whips Santos into the ropes, he bounces off and dodges Damian's swing, bouncing off the ropes on the other side for momentum and lands a punch, both of them momentarily fall to the mat. They both get up quickly, going to separate corners. Damian stays in the corner and takes the hit from Santos and stumbles out of the corner. Nessa slaps the mat annoyed but she is aware that he agreed to take some hits in this match but the end is not determined due to the personal drama going on. Doesn't mean she has to like it. She gets more frustrated as Santos gains control. She glances at the corner where Rey and Zelina are, seeing Rey staring at her and Finn, his eyes narrow before returning his focus to the match where Damian had knocked Santos to the ground.

Damian then turns around and swings full force at Rey knocking him on the apron. Rey grabs his head where Damian made contact, the ref ordering Damian back. Damian looks at Zelina who looks legitimately scared and backs up. Nessa makes note to talk to her later to see how much of that was acting. Damian goes to the ropes and jumps up for Santos to counter, kicking Damian in the ribs. Damian goes to the floor and rolls out of the ring trying to collect himself. Dominik gets in the ring attempting to get a cheap shot but Santos counters it, picking him up and slamming him on his knee before tagging Rey in who jumps off the apron onto Damian knocking him back to the ground.

Rhea jumps off the apron and stands protectively in front of Nessa and Dom who is on the floor crawling backward, Finn pulls her behind him as Rey storms over toward them. Rhea points and yells for Rey to get back. Rey glances in the ring to see Zelina getting on Santos's shoulders and he slides in to pose in front of them, showing the "dominance" of the LWO. They pose for a moment and Damian gets back in the ring, Rey and Zelina returning to their corner as Santos and Damian continue the match. Damian is in control as he slams his body into Santos's and Nessa cheers him on, "Come on Papi, break him!!!"

Damian smiles and points to Nessa, bouncing off the rope, only for Santos to counter and drop kick him. Nessa grimaces and Finn gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze. They watch as Damian tags in Dominik and Santos tags in Rey. Rey immediately has the upperhand, throwing Dominik around, getting him in a corner and climbing the ropes and punching Dom repeatedly. Dom is able to slide out from under Rey and turn the tables, pulling him off the turnbuckles and flinging him towards the rope, bending over to hopefully flip Rey but Rey catches himself and kicks Dominik and regains control ending in the first pin of the match Rhea immediately gets in the ring and breaks the pin at two. Zelina gets in to defend Rey only for Rhea to drop her with a single punch to the head. Rhea turns and looks at Rey, Nessa sees the gears turning behind her eyes.

Rhea picks Rey up, slinging him over her shoulder and lifting him up above her head. Nessa looks on in awe at how strong her girlfriend is, and finds herself thinking just how much she wouldn't mind if Rhea would throw her over her shoulder. "Focus A Chroí," Finn whispers in her ear before stepping back and walking around to stand on the opposite side of the stairs. Rhea is right in front of the ropes and doesn't see Zelina go to deliver a 619, connecting to Rhea's midsection making her drop Rey, Rhea goes to swing on Zelina who drops down holding the top rope sending Rhea over and out landing on the ground. FInn checks on Rhea, helping her up and back onto the apron as Rey drops Dominik who turns and tags Damian in.

Damian gets in and goes to spear Rey but he quickly moves out of the way making Damian slam his shoulder into the post. "Damian stop doing that stupid shit every match you and Mami do that and it happens!" Nessa yells, giving a dose of tough love the camera catches, Nessa slamming her hand to the mat. Rey dropkicks Damian onto the ropes to set up the 619. As Rey goes to bounce off the ropes, Finn jumps up on the apron to distract the ref as Nessa grabs Rey's ankles making him fall to the floor. Santos gets in the ring and runs over diving out of the ring, Dominik pushing Nessa out of the way and into Finn's arms who gets her set back on her feet and brushes imaginary dirt off her shoulder.

Rhea dropkicks Santos who got back up after knocking Dominik down but Zelina gets up on the apron and jumps on Rhea landing the Meteora. Rey looks over to see three people on the ground. Damian uses that distraction to get Rey into position for the Razor's Edge, only for Rey to wiggle out of it and knock Damian back into the ropes, setting up another 619. Rey goes to connect the 619 but Nessa jumps up onto the apron taking the hit and falls off the apron into Rhea's waiting arms. "Are you ok Mamita?" Rhea asks. Nessa nods her head gripping it from the dull ache that is now there, and Rhea gently sets her down, Finn taking her into his arms and rubbing the back of her neck where Rey connected the move.

Rey looks to them remorseful, he didn't plan that, it wasn't supposed to happen. Damian capitalizes on that and grabs Rey by the neck, lifting him up and throwing him down on the other side of the ropes on the mat, landing the south of heaven and covering Rey for the win. Dominik is in Rhea's arms celebrating the win. Finn helps Nessa up on the apron and jumps up there, holding the ropes open for her to get in the ring so they can all celebrate the win. Once they are all in the ring they stand side by side, Nessa between Damian and Rhea, Finn and Dominik on the ends holding up each other's hands. ______________________________________________________________________

They get backstage and someone hands an ice pack to Damian who immediately tries to put it on Nessa's Neck. She flinches away from it and shimmies in between Rhea and Dom, resting her head against Rhea's arm. Rhea gently ruffles Nessa's hair. Nessa isn't shocked when she sees Adam Pearce storming up to them. "Hunter's office now. We need to discuss your breach of contract." Adam orders, his face serious.

Nessa deflates and goes to follow him to the office, her head hung low, her partners following close behind. Not wanting her to be alone now even more with who was drafted to RAW. They reach the office and Adam holds the door open allowing Nessa to step in, the others go to follow but Adam stops them and closes the door in their face. Nessa see's Hunter behind the desk pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sit down Miss Klein." Adam suggests, gesturing to the seat and he himself takes a seat on the edge of Hunter's desk.

"What possessed you to take that hit, that was meant for Finn, your contract stipulates both parties have to agree. No one did and I was not aware. Do you realize how incredibly dangerous that was for both you and him. I know you have beef with him and I understand it but out there you have to keep to the plan, especially keep to your contract. As this is your first offense on your end I won't fine you." Hunter signs and leans back seeing the look on Nessa's face. He continues, his voice softer this time, less like he was chiding her and more like he was concern, "That being said I am sorry that someone you are uncomfortable being near was drafted to this brand. I saw your reaction last week when his name came up and clearly there is history there. Now I am not going to ask for specifics if you don't want to give it. Just a yes or no answer. Are you one of his victims?" Hunter asks and Nessa lets out a shaky breath and nods her head, blinking back the tears that are pricking at her eyes.

"That's all I need for now on that. Keep one of your partners with you at all times at events for your safety, if not one of them let me know and I'll send a guard. If something happens you let me know immediately. Now go back and ice your neck. We don't want more bruises there. And for the love of god don't deviate like that again or I will fine you. I am tired of seeing you in my office every week at this point." Hunter jokes as Nessa gets up to leave, a soft smile on her face. She opens the door to see her partners looking at her worried, she steps out and into Damian's waiting arms. She jumps as he places the icepack on her neck.

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Damian unlocks the hotel room and steps aside letting the women enter first and the boys follow in carrying in the bags, dropping them just inside the door. Nessa shuffles to a chair by the bed and plops down placing the ice pack back on her neck, waiting for the verbal lashing she is sure to come. She sees the tension in their bodies, all except for Rhea who looks at her with understanding. "Go easy on her, she made a call and it worked and she is ok. I'm going to shower." Rhea orders the group and disappears into the bathroom. The others wait until the water starts, Nessa still sitting there staring at the ground unable to meet their gazes. She hears someone clear their throat and she knows it is Damian.

"We aren't angry Mariposa, but you can't go off script like that, it is dangerous. You could have seriously gotten hurt." Damian kneels in front of Nessa grabbing her hand.

Finn steps to the side of the chair and gently takes the ice pack from her and inspects her neck. "There isn't a bruise that we haven't put there. It will probably just be tender for a few days. We will keep an eye on that." He announces to the room and bends over placing a gentle kiss to Nessa's cold neck. "You know that was meant for me A chroí why did you do that?" He asks, stepping around so Nessa can Look at him, Dominik stands behind the others with a fresh bag of twizzlers.

"Because you weren't at your mark and I wanted you guys to win since Rey made the match late. That gave the distraction needed. He deserved that South of Heaven which was harder than I have seen you do that." Nessa answers, blinking at Damian at the end.

The corners of his lips turn up unable to keep a serious face at how cute Nessa was being. "Well he hurt you... again... I had to make him pay and get some retribution for Dom." He smiles, resting his hand on her cheek.

"I had no problem with it. You've been training harder than some of the others on the roster. Plus to see the look on his face was great!" Dominik chuckles and hands over a Twizzler.

Nessa immediately grabs it and takes a bite. "I'll be more careful in the future and follow my contract. Honestly I'm surprised he didn't fine me." Nessa shrugs, taking another bite.

"Well I think that could be a few things dear, I was off my mark, and it worked in the story. Also the fans loved it. Brock gets away with a lot though I do not want you working with him ever." Finn comments, the rest making noises of agreement.

"Go sit on the bed Princesa, I'll give you a massage before you go shower after Mami, release that tension in your neck and shoulders." Dominik gets on one of the beds, his back against the headboard patting the spot between his legs. Damian stands up to get out of Nessa's way.

"And after we go straight to bed. We have a flight first thing in the morning, we start our lead up to Backlash appearances this week." Damian announces to the room, Nessa yawning and nodding her head as Dominik tends to her sore muscles.

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Wednesday May 3 Puerto Rico

Nessa sits between Damian and Dominik in the back seat of the Suv rental, her leg bouncing up and down rapidly. Sometimes it is hard for Nessa to accept the whirlwind that her life has become. Especially when she's treated like a SuperStar. This was shaping up to be one of those times.

"Mariposa, why are you nervous? We are going to see sick kids and their families to cheer them up." Damian places a warm gentle hand on her knee to stop it bouncing. Nessa instead begins to chew on her nails but Dominik grabs her hand and stops that as well. She sighs and squeezes Dominik's hand.

"Are you sure I'm welcome?" She asks a little softly.

"Of course you are, Nes." Dominik promises.

"But, this was initially booked for just you guys. I'm a tag along. I'm nothing, nobody." Nessa frets, tugging at her shirt, and winding herself up more.

Damian sighs and leans over kissing the top of her head, "Aye mariposa, you are anything but a nothing and nobody. You are a kind soul, a nurse who wants to help people and who works hard. You won the hearts of the fans already if you can't tell they only boo you when you mention Dom. They love you like we... we care deeply for you so don't tear yourself down, ever." Damian catches himself, knowing it might be too soon for that type of declaration.

Damian has no problem with her telling Dominik she loves him, they have history but they have only known each other for a month and been together less than that. He doesn't want to scare her away. He relaxes as she leans against him. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and they relax that way for the rest of the ride to the hospital.

Nessa settled a little bit, but still wasn't sure this was a good idea. Dominik knew that, so he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, "Children love you, Mariposa. This is perfect for you, you will bring smiles to all their faces." Nessa nods her head still unsure.

"It could be like when I was on the Peds ward. Do you think any of them want to see me?" She asks as the car makes another turn making her lean harder against Damian. They both chuckle at how cute the question is.

"Of course they do, some of them might even try to make you and Dom get back together" Damian jokes, tickling the part of Nessa's side he can reach. She whines and wiggles, unable to get away from the assault.

"Damian stop please" She manages in between involuntary giggles. Damian to his credit stops and wraps his arms around her as much as he can in the limited space. Nessa smiles up at him to show she isn't upset with him and places a gentle kiss to his jaw which relaxes the affection. The rest of the ride to the hospital is made in comfortable silence, music from the radio filling it. _________________________________________________________________________

They arrive at the hospital and split up, each having their own assignments and rooms to visit. Nessa is secretly relieved that she is paired with Damian and Zelina. She may have forgiven Dominik but being around the children and him might make her waver and give in faster than she planned.

"Ok so we have these rooms to visit and after this we go to the outreach center to play basketball with the kids there." Zelina hands the lists to Damian and Nessa, and reminds them they are riding with her back from the hospital since they have separate engagements from the rest of their partners.

"Ok, uh if I have issues will you help me translate." Nessa quietly asks the others as one of the Nurses leads them to the first room. Damian and Zelina quietly agree as they enter and the little girl in the bed's eyes light up, focused solely on Nessa. Damian watches as a switch flips in Nessa's head and all tension falls from her body and she approaches the bed. Damian stays close to help her translate. He watches in awe as Nessa converses with the kid in broken Spanish but she is clearly trying.

"She is catching on fast." Zelina praises, Damian goes to respond but pauses when he hears the kid loudly whisper to Nessa,

"Sé que la lucha libre es falsa, pero ¿de verdad estás con Damian, es tu novio? Nessa blushes and nods her head, (I know wrestling is false, but are you really with Damian, is he your boyfriend?)

"Ah, sí, es mi novio y me gusta mucho. Me trata muy bien." (Ah, yes he is my boyfriend and he treats me well) Nessa stutters trying to remember the simple words. Damian chuckles and steps closer to her, grabbing her hand and gently tapping his forehead to hers since they are wearing a mask. The kid smirks and responds, "Bueno, es mi favorito y creo que deberías casarte." (good he is my favorite and I think you should get married). Zelina snorts and Damian laughs, his chest shaking jostling Nessa from their closeness.

Nessa relaxes by the time they are in the second to last room to visit, like she has been doing this her whole life. As soon as they walk into the room the kid is in the bed, looking healthier than the others they saw. A young girl around 12 waves at them excitedly. The three of them step closer to the bed conversing with her, learning her name, Angelina. Angelina excitedly talks to them, so fast Nessa can't understand. Thankfully Damian translates for her, whispering in her ear. "She thinks you are pretty and wants to be like you when she grows up. A nurse. And she said if you are with me can she have Dominik?"

"Maybe when you are a bit older, sweetheart, but then I think you'd have to fight Mami for him." Nessa responds in English, Damian translating for her. Angelina answers in English, her accent thick and adorable.

"For him, I'd fight God."

Nessa and Damian laugh, sharing a knowing look. Both of them feel the same way about him. Nessa's attention is grabbed by Angelina's mom calling her name, gently rocking a baby in one arm and gesturing for her to come over with the other. Nessa smiles, her eyes crinkling above her mask and goes over there. She is shocked when the woman shoves the baby in her arms and pulls out a phone to take a picture, talking a mile a minute. Nessa coos at the baby, adjusting so it is safely in one arm, letting it play with her fingers. She is so engrossed with the baby, she doesn't notice or care that the wwe camera crew focuses on her holding the baby for the promo. She doesn't notice Zelina nudging Damian who looks over and melts. He can see in that moment the future he wishes to have with her and the others. Children running all around them, being all of theirs. He is pulled out of his little dream of the future by Zelina nudging him again.

"She looks good holding a baby doesn't she?" Zelina winks and Damian rolls his eyes in response, unable to help the blush that creeps up his neck, Angelina in the hospital bed giggling maniacally thinking she is in on some secret that Damian doesn't have the heart to correct.

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Thursday May 4th Puerto Rico

Nessa is lounging on the blanket laid out on the beach, enjoying the shade under the umbrella. Leaning against Finn's chest as Damian cuts his promo. Dom laying out as well, his head on Rhea's lap, Rhea playing with his hair. "Lean forward sweetheart, I'll put some more sunblock on your back. We don't want you to burn Mo Mhuirnin." Finn gently suggests and gently pushes Nessa forward. Dom looks up to Rhea and she nods, bending down and giving him a kiss before he gets up with a grunt and runs off disappearing from view. Nessa looks at the remaining two with confusion.

"He's just running back to the car, he forgot something, Bunny. Sit back and relax. Damian will be joining us soon and we can have fun for the rest of the day." Rhea explains and leans back on her forearms. Nessa can't help but stare at the marvel that is Rhea's body, the way her muscles flex and the way she looks in that tiny black bikini. Finn laughs and pulls Nessa back to their previous position, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wiggles to get comfortable and grabs her phone from the blanket and resumes reading her story. Looking back up when Damian jogs back toward them and plops down between Rhea, Finn and Nessa and shakes his wet hair making Nessa squeal and turn closer to Finn and Rhea jokingly smacking Damians chest. Damian's booming laugh fills the space while Nessa sticks her tongue out at him.

"I was just getting to a good part, you jerk!" Nessa complains dropping her phone between her legs and crosses her arms. Damian continues to laugh and just gently pulls Nessa off Finn's lap and onto his. Finn grabs her phone to check what she was reading, his eyes scanned the text, immediately dropping it as he realizes that one, it's fanfiction, and two is Ava and Dominik fanfiction, he immediately picks it back up to scan, the writing is really good, carefully he sends the link to himself, Family Roots is something he's curious about now.

"I'm sorry Mariposa, you all just looked so hot and thought you needed to cool down." He winks to Finn and squeezes Nessa's side. Nessa yelps and tries to get off his lap but it is useless. "Come on baby, I've barely seen you all morning because of my promos, let me have a little Nessa time." He begs and the fight goes out of Nessa. She doesn't respond verbally, only grabs one of his hands and brings it up to her lips for a little kiss. Dominik finally returns with a picnic basket in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. Through the bag she can see a bag of twizzlers and a pack of oreos.

"Oh what's this Dom?" Nessa asks as he sets the picnic basket down as well as the bag of snacks. Rhea leans over, her shoulder against Damian's arm as Dom takes a seat between her legs like Nessa is with Damian.

"Remember the other day when we woke you up and you said you were dreaming about a picnic on the beach? Well here we are on a beach and we are going to have a picnic. All of us, since tomorrow, we have a busy day between the press conference and Smackdown." Rhea explains and leans forward flipping open the lid to the basket and pulling out the bowl of mixed fruit she knows Nessa loves. Damian has already ripped into the packet of Oreos and offered Nessa one. She bites into it allowing the cookie to crumble onto her lap and Damian pouts at the waste of cookie.

"You have a habit of wasting these cookies. They are my favorite if you didn't know." He kisses her cheek and puts the remnants of the cookie in his mouth.

"Well I know you like them, didn't know they were your favorite. I'll keep that in mind." She smiles taking a bite of the piece of cantaloupe Rhea offered her. Nessa grabs a Twizzler and feeds it to Dominik. Damian switched between eating his oreos and feeding the others. All of them feeding each other in a moment of contentment and domesticity.

"Thank you guys for this. You don't know how much this means..." Nessa sniffs and Damian squeezes his arms around her waist, Finn flicking a grape at her to keep her from crying.

"Of course Mi Vida, you've been working so hard and have given up so much and have been so gracious to us. You deserve a little piece of heaven." Dominik explains, reaching over and resting a hand on her thigh. Damian adds on, "You made Dom's dream come true and we wanted to make one of yours come true... that we could" Damian kisses Nessa's shoulder as her breath catches in her throat at how sweet they are.

"Well what dreams can I make come true for you guys besides Dom?" Nessa asks them.

They all go quiet for a minute thinking, "Could we think on that and get back to you Bunny, we can't really come up with something right now. Just having you with us is a dream come true." Rhea reaches over and plays with Nessa's hair.

The food and snacks had been devoured, conversation flowing smoothly. Sometimes words do not even need to be said, just content in each other's company. Nessa begins to yawn and checks the time only seeing it be a few minutes past four. "I think I need a naaaap..." Nessa yawns again, Rhea begins to get up to pack things up but Nessa speaks up stopping her, "No guys, stay and relax and continue having fun. The rest of the weekend is going to be crazy and hectic. I'm just not used to traveling so much and my body is telling me I need to be unconscious for a few hours. Nothing serious. I insist stay." Damian lets her stand up and gets up himself, brushing off the bits of sand off his shorts.

"I'll take you back to the hotel. You aren't familiar with the area and can't really speak Spanish. I'll come back once you are settled if you are ok with that?" Damian offers the compromise and holds out his hand for her to grab.

"Take the car. if you aren't back by dinner we will catch a ride from some of the others that are still here." Finn tosses Damian the keys, Dominik winking at Damian who flips him off at the implication. He regrets telling them about what happened at the hospital. Should have kept that to himself for a while longer, and enjoyed that little fantasy... but no he wanted to bring that up with his partners who won't let him live it down. At least now there is another thing he has in common with Dominik. He finds himself thinking as he walks Nessa to the car and drives back to the hotel. He notices Nessa is a little more awake and alert than she was on the beach. He glances over at her momentarily enjoying the way the seatbelt is nestled between her breasts and finds himself wishing that is where his head would be and swallows thickly to control his thoughts so as to focus on the drive, his shorts uncomfortably tight for the majority of the drive back to the hotel. Nessa seemingly none the wiser.

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Back at the hotel Damian lets Nessa in the room, following close behind her, closing the door gently behind them. Nessa immediately goes to her luggage, fishing out her bathroom bag.

"Luis you can go back to the beach, I'm just going to shower and lay down until dinner." She pauses in front of the bathroom door, turning back to look at him sitting on the edge of the bed, her leaning against the frame.

"Counter offer, I could shower with you and then nap with you. No pressure for more, just mutual scrubbing then sleep? They already plan for me not to be back by dinner." He offers, staying put on the bed until he gauges Nessa's reaction.

"Oh" She squeaks, a blush rising up her neck as she considers his offer. He holds his breath until Nessa nods, giving her permission.

"Use your words Mariposa, I don't want to overstep." Damian prompts, his heart fluttering in his chest but outside he is keeping it collected.

"Yeah that sounds nice actually." She vocalizes, her face getting a deeper shade of pink before ducking into the bathroom. Damian chuckles to himself and goes to follow her, discarding his shirt along the way. He sees Nessa start the shower and close the door to let it warm up, setting her stuff on the counter still in her swimsuit.

"We can stay in our swimsuits and change after if you want Mariposa." Damian softly offers, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her to him, her back flush with his chest facing the bathroom mirror. He hunches over and leans his head against hers and watches her blush come back in the mirror while his hands gently caress her sides.

"Why are you so shy Mariposa?, you are gorgeous and have nothing to be shy about. We all find you insanely attractive. Hell if I'm being perfectly honest with you, you make us all feel like teenagers fucking for the first time. Not knowing what to do or say." He kisses her cheek, watching a cute pink spreading down her cheeks to her collarbones and inching down her chest toward her belly button.

"I think we can... shower normally." Nessa softly answers, not answering his previous question. He wants to pry but thinks better of it when he sees her face in the mirror and opts instead to tighten his arms around her momentarily and kisses her shoulder. He takes a step back trailing his fingertips up her spine stopping at the tied strap to her bikini top. He catches her eyes through the mirror and she nods, giving him the ok to keep going. He pulls the string untying the bottom part of her top, her hand going immediately to hold it in place, nervous about being so bare, so vulnerable in front of him for the first time. Damian pauses again at the string on her neck, his fingers holding it, not yet pulling it.

"Mariposa you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He gives her another out, a sense of unease filling him. The thought that he is maybe pushing her too far. She shakes her head and swallows trying to fight her mouth going dry.

"No, Luis we've done... I... I want to. I just..." She sighs trying to find the words. She fills with relief when he says what she is thinking.

"You don't like your body." He does his best to not look at her in pity, knowing that would only make the situation worse. "Mariposa, My Mariposa. You are one of the most gorgeous women I have ever laid my eyes on. You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be ashamed or afraid of." He praises, his voice soft. Nessa is moved by the sincerity of his words and the soft care in his eyes as he looks at her through the mirror. She reaches a shaky hand back, gently grabbing Damians and makes him pull the string, her bikini top falling to the ground. She then unbuttons her shorts and Damian lets her slide them down, allowing her to lead the pace, whatever makes her feel comfortable.

"Do you want me to stay in my swim trunks, Querida?" Damian softly asks.

Nessa answers "No." Her voice is so soft he can barely hear it. He smiles softly and swipes her hair off of her shoulders, resting his hands on her shoulders and gently directs her towards the running shower filling the bathroom with steam, fogging up the mirror.

"Go ahead and get in the shower, I'll join you in a moment so you can collect yourself. You are clearly on edge. I'll give you a minute to collect..."

Damian was cut off by her firm "No." She turns to face him. "If you do that I'll overthink. I... Just get in with me?" Her sure tone fails a little bit but Damian nods, understanding. He slides off his shorts and reaches behind Nessa, opening the shower door. She slowly backs in the water pouring over her head, Damian stepping in and closing the door behind him. He turns her around once her hair is soaked and grabs her shampoo bottle, the water hitting him in the back. He pours some of her shampoo in his hand and begins to lather it in her hair, massaging her scalp. She lets out a little moan of pleasure and Damian can't help himself but his cock twitches at her sounds. He angles his pelvis away from her so he can keep washing her. He steps back as does Nessa, leaning her head back to rinse her hair and Damian just silently stares at her, smiling, admiring how the water rolls down her curves, dripping off her breasts as she turns to look at him expectantly.

Damian is confused, not knowing what she wants. He figures it out when she pouts and stomps her foot, the water splashing. He smiles widely and turns around, taking a knee so she can do the same for his hair. He laughs as she sputters as the shower assaults her face. He tries to get up to alleviate that but she grabs his shoulder to keep him in position until she deems it done. He gets up and rinses his hair as she quickly conditions her hair and rinses it out, grumbling about men and how it's unfair they don't have to do as much. He laughs and relaxes as Nessa relaxes. They take turns washing each other's bodies. Nessa tries to ignore the obvious arousal of Damian, but can't, and she is thankful hers isn't as obvious.

Once they are out of the shower, they are drying themselves. Damian wraps his towel around his waist and takes another towel and gently towel drying Nessa's hair. She drops her towel and looks up at him. His hands pause in their movements as their gazes meet. She wraps her arms around his neck and stands on her toes first just placing their lips together in a sweet little peck. Damian bends over slightly, letting Nessa's feet go back to flat against the floor, his forehead resting on hers, this time he kisses her, tender, multiple pecks turning into more. Damian nipping at her lips, their breathing getting shallow as they kiss. Nessa knots her hands into Damian's hair, making more water drip down his back and a groan come from deep in his throat. He leans his head back partially, his cock pressed against her.

"Mariposa, Nessa... please. If you don't want this, tell me now and we can stop. You have stepped out of your comfort zone so much I don't want this to be too much." He takes a shuddering breath waiting for her response.

"Luis, I want this, I want you, it's not too much." She barely finishes her sentence before he sweeps her up into the bridal carry and brings her over to the bed. Gently setting her down his lips first still attached to hers, then kissing down her neck, leaving soft bruises that will fade quickly and continuing down her shoulders until he reaches her breasts—licking and sucking on each nipple before pushing her breasts together and tending to both nipples at the same time. Nessa wiggling and whimpering at the attention, trying to create some friction between her thighs.

Damian continues to kiss down her body muttering, "You are so beautiful, every part, every bruise, every mark." Pausing to kiss every freckle, every mark he sees. Nessa shifts under the weight but doesn't pull away. She opens her legs for him as he adjusts his position, now between them. He runs a finger through her slit, feeling the wetness already there. He starts by sliding two fingers into her, bending down using his tongue to lick her clit, sucking at it making her whimper. Damian groans at the taste and how pliable she is under him making his own cock leak. Nessa's hand grabs him by the hair pulling his head closer and grinding herself on his face as he adds another finger. He continues expertly as Nessa continues to wither the sounds coming from her a mix of moans and whimpers. The sounds becoming more breathless whimpers as her breathing shallows the longer he does it, her pussy clenching his fingers letting him know she is close.

"Thats is Mariposa... let go... cum for me" He didn't even need to tell her because by the time he finished speaking she goes to cover her eyes, the lights temporarily too bright as she cums around his fingers, her juices joining Damian's spit in the wet spot on the bed. He lets her recover for a moment, appreciating the flush decorating her pale body as she takes shaky breaths, her legs trembling. He nips at her thighs. Nessa wasn't expecting it and slams her legs together on Damians head. He groans in pain making Nessa immediately open her legs again and sit up on her arms, apologies falling out rapidly. Damian laughs, making Nessa stare at him mouth agape.

"Mariposa, there is no need to be sorry. If that is the way I go, that is the way I'd prefer it. Neck snapped between your pretty little thighs." He begins peppers kisses up the thighs that almost killed him, and continues to trail those kisses up her body until he is passionately kissing Nessa's plump lips. She parts her lips allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, their tongues flicking against each other. Nessa moans and places her hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble under her hand. Their kisses turn soft, and gentle. Between the kisses and the soft touches, Nessa looks up at him, and Damian can feel a shared pulse between them, a intertwined longing, something alive and real, the trust for their future together, a longing for children that look like them both, but most of all, the settling of togetherness. Nessa is his, and Damian is hers, just like they belong to the others, but this moment, this tiny little bubble, it's the settlement of their bond.

"Luis please..." Nessa begs, breathless, feeling him twitch against her thigh. He readjusts his weight, pressing his cock at her entrance and slowly pushing forward. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling like what he described to Nessa earlier before their shower. He slowly rocks his hips, his face close to hers. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, little whimpers coming from Nessa's throat as she wiggles underneath him, her hands trailing up and down his body. Finding purchase on his shoulders, her nails digging into his shoulder.

That action makes Damian speed up, melding his lips to hers, muttering against them, "God you are perfect Mariposa, so fucking perfect." He kisses down her jaw and neck, going back to her lips. Supporting his weight on one arm, using the other to gently play with one of her nipples. Pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Nessa arches against him, the stimulation sending her closer to the edge again, her cunt convulsing around his cock.

"Fuck, Luis I..." She catches herself and bites her lip moaning as her orgasm washes over her again. Damian grunts, his pace faltering as he nears his own. Nessa grabs his hair at the base of his neck and tugs on it, still in the midst of her orgasm, Damian grunts "fuck" as he pushes fully in and empties himself in her, glad she allows it. Rhea won't even let them even while on her birth control, unless there is a condom. Nessa whispers something and Damian doesn't catch what she said, too caught up in his head and trying to catch his breath.

He is confused as to why she looks at him worried, "What was that Mariposa?" He asks, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

"I love you." She repeats, her voice just as soft as before but it floors Damian who almost collapses on Nessa. He almost admitted the same thing the previous day but now here she is admitting it to him. He rolls off of her and lays on his side facing her, making sure he is at eye level with her before responding and grabbing her hand.

"Nessa, I love you too, we all do already but we were too afraid to tell you so soon. We didn't, we don't want to scare you off. You are very much ours as we are yours and there is nothing we wouldn't do for you." Damian promises, pulling Nessa close and wrapping his arms around her and kisses her forehead. "Now I think we should take that nap you wanted earlier now. You've more than earned it Mi amor." he suggests and Nessa nods against his shoulder and yawns, Damian pulling the covers over them both. Nessa nestles into him, content and pleased.

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