I Love Damian So Much

they're literally every trope ever

IMAGINE‼️

Baby!damian crying, literally sitting up in his crib and is shaking it with all his might as his twin. Twin!reader sleeps peacefully, Bruce who is tired walks in. Picking up a red faced Damian as Damian screamed and cried. Soon waking up twin!reader who cries. Bruce groans in tiredness meanwhile Damian stops crying and tries to reach the now crying baby. Bruce raises a brow and put his two boys together. Damian crawls over to reader, silently staring at reader before lying down by him. Reader slowly starts to stop crying as Damian pats his chubby little hand on reader’s chest to “sooth” him. Soon the two twins pass out as Bruce just smile and goes back to bed.

The noise has everyone startled but none like Jason. It was just specific enough that it resembled a very distinct clang of metal that brought forth a memory that was the wrong kind of surreal. Jason jumps up from his seat, hands flying up in front of him. His breathing is heavy and his body is tense as he braces for pain.

Dick immediately jumps into big brother mode, though knowing he’s never had much success before with Jason. He holds his hands out in front of him on reflex, like he’s ready to restrain a frightened animal.

Jason shoves him out of the way (expected). Jason lumbers over to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck (unexpected).

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Your voice has lowered significantly and Dick can barely make out your words. He guesses that was probably the point. He clocks that Jason's breathing is heavy and he’s trying desperately to nudge you out of the room, likely wanting to be out of sight of his brother. You hold him steady though, cupping his face in your hands. Jason's head drops into your shoulder, holding your forearms to keep him anchored. One of your hands wraps around the back of his neck, rubbing soothing patterns against his skin. His chest starts inhaling faster with very little exhale and his grip on you tightens.

“Breathe, Jay.”      

Oh don’t tell him that, he does not like hearing that. The last time Dick tried to comfort him with those words he ended up getting clocked in the face.

“Breathe. In…Out…” he does as instructed, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, repeating as told. It doesn’t take long at all for his breathing to revert back to its normal pace, posture relaxing.

…What?

Dick stands there dumbly, watching his little brother not only allow but embrace blatant affection. For once, he has nothing to say. He’s not even sure he can think right.

There hasn’t been a single moment since Jason returned that Dick had even had the chance to consider him being happy, in love. He’d come back so full of anger and resentment that it was borderline impossible to see through to any of who he used to be. A carefree, jovial kid. He’d hate to say it, but even after Jason came back to life, he thought that kid was still dead and gone. Everyone did, but…this is gentle and delicate. This is a side of Jason that he mourned and made his peace that he’d never see again.

But now Jason picks his head up and kisses your cheek, whispering something before pulling away. You murmur back to him softly, and Dick can only make out the word ‘water’ from his place across the room. Jason nods slowly, reluctantly releasing his hold on your wrists as you head out of the room.

He slumps into an armchair nearby and barely meets Dick’s stare before averting his gaze, muttering something like “Fuck off,” Dick just blinks, thoroughly thrown by the Jekyll-and-Hyde-like change in his brother’s attitude. He opens his mouth, though no noise comes out.

You return promptly, glass of water in hand. You give it to Jason, leaning lightly over the arm of his chair. He downs the water quickly, setting it on the coaster next to him and pulling your full weight onto the chair, holding you close. You look over at Dick, who’s still staring at you like he just saw the Easter Bunny walk into the room and steal a lamp. 

“What?” you ask him curiously, lacking all of the snap that he usually hears with the question from his brothers.

He stammers, “Uh…” Jason looks up at him, glaring. “Nothing.”

You tilt your head at him, silently inquiring about what he’s thinking. Dick ignores your gaze, turning back to his cards that had fallen somewhere in the course of the ado.

You furrow your brow and turn your attention back to Jason, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He lets his head lull to the side and rest against your shoulder.

You move your hand higher up in his hair, “Do you want to eat? Just a banana or something?”

He blinks, eyes heavy, “Yeah, I’ll—” he stops you from standing up again, rising to his feet himself. “I’ll go, it’s alright.”

He exits the room sluggishly and you redirect your gaze over to Dick who’s once again focused intently on the cards. You move over to where he’s sat on the ground, crouching on the opposite side of his pyramid-in-progress. “What was that look for?”

Dick blinks up at you, not sure that it’s in his best interest to answer that question. “Um…just surprised me.” he gets out, “How fast you got Jason to calm down.”

You sit back on your heels. “Oh. I guess so.”

Dick shakes his head quickly, “No, that was honestly like a magic trick. How did you do that?”

You gape at him, “What do you mean?”

“I mean one time he pulled a gun on me when I tried to hug him. More than one time, actually,” He grimaces. “So did you, like…brainwash him or something? It’s okay, I won’t tell him, it clearly worked.”

You laugh, not acknowledging the at least partial sincerity in the question. “He’s just difficult to warm up, you know that.”

“Yeah, yeah, but I could leave him in the toaster oven for ten years and he still wouldn’t warm up to me like that.”

Your smile is accompanied by the raise of an eyebrow, “Well I’m not his brother, so that would be part of it.” You pick up a fallen spade from the floor, setting it atop his scattered pile. “I mean we live together, I’d be pretty ill-suited at my job if I couldn’t at least get him back to baseline by now.”

He squints at you, “You live together?”

You waver awkwardly, “..He said he told you.”

He smiles at that, genuinely, “Anytime Jason says he told anyone in this family anything, he’s lying.”

The call of your name from the doorway has you turning around, smiling. Jason holds his hand out to you and you happily cross the room to take it. The second you’re by his side he picks up the armchair throw pillow with his free hand and chuck it at Dick, successfully knocking him in the face and knocking his half-remade tower to shambles.

cw: elf king gojo 18+, angst, violence, blood, murder, political betrayal, emotional trauma, grief, death, war, manipulation, power dynamics, grief and loss, miscommunication, fantasy, elves, merciless king, dark themes, etc

The sound of hooves against the compact dirt awakens you from your slumber, mind still hazy from sleep as you begin to stir awake—only to be met by the sight of a man with his bow drawn, the arrow’s sharp point resting against the very tip of your nose.

Before you stood the Elf King himself—Gojo Satoru—a figure of whispers and gossip among the townsfolk. He was infamous for the relentless murders of hundreds, if not thousands, of humans—any who dared to trespass upon his sacred lands.

The Elf King, Gojo, stood tall before you, his silhouette carved by the blazing sun’s glory.

He was—is—a merciless king.

His hatred rooted deep within his soul—a resentment held tight in his heart ever since the day his very clan was wiped out by the likes of humans—the likes of you—during the Great Elvanor War.

A war so brutal that blood bathed the streets, children clinging to their mothers and fathers, forced to witness the wrath of the king. Dividing the humans and elves for eternal life.

And all of it—all of the bloodshed and anger—spurred on by a mere miscommunication; the defamation of your parents.

Your parents, renowned agents sent to Elvanor on a diplomatic mission, were framed for the massacre of the King’s clan—only to be unrighteously assassinated, meeting their untimely demise. A scheme carefully orchestrated by the government to enact war against Elvanor.

And now, you were here, baring your soul in search of the truth, to bring justice to your family back home—unaware that your journey to Elvanor would lead to your entangling with fate and unintentionally drawing the affection of the Elf King.

The gold of Gojo's crescent sigil gleamed under the sun’s glory, his cerulean eyes fixed on you as you shifted helplessly, slumped against the tree trunk.

Your clothes and hair lay in tatters, a testament to your travels. The world around you wavers and your ears ring—until finally, your eyesight clears, and the beauty of the Elf King graces your vision.

"Preposterous," the timber of his voice rumbles, echoing in the crowded forests as the trees shrink under his authority. "You humans—so pathetic and weak… and vulgar."

He lets out a scoff, a sound both cruel and yet amused as his gaze flickers over the ruined state of your garments.

And you—helpless—left to cower under the wrath of the King as you attempt to right the wrongs against your family.

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you always knew your boyfriend was good-looking. that was never the problem. it’s just… sometimes, sitting across from JASON in public, it starts to feel feel like a cosmic mix-up, like you’ve wandered into a life meant for someone else. the girls sitting two booths over doesn’t help either. they’re giggling behind french-tipped hands, three pairs of eyes glued to jason as if he’s something decadent on the menu—something they’re hoping gets delivered to their table instead.

“he’s so hot,” one of them says, not even trying to be subtle. “oh my god, look at those biceps.” of course they’re looking at him. he’s beautiful. jason’s got the kind of face that makes everyone go stupid, and a body to match. throat dry, you drop your gaze to see that the ice in your drink have long melted, the straw squeaking against the bottom as you sip at nothing. the sound is thin and papery, an admission of your own awkwardness. jason stands, reaching for his jacket.

“you good?”

“yeah. just a bit tired, is all.” the skeptical look on his face tells you that he doesn’t believe a word of it. but instead of calling you out, he drapes the heavy leather over your shoulders.

you hadn’t even noticed the chill until it was gone.

outside, jason walks beside you, close enough that your arms might touch, but they don’t. usually, you don’t mind the space. it isn’t until you’ve made it halfway down the block that he finally says, “you’re doing that thing again.” there’s no rom-com script to fall back on. so instead of a coy what thing? you reply, “i’m fine. just…” your eyes drift to an oddly shaped crack on the pavement. “sometimes i think you could do better. that’s all.”

his frown deepens—not in irritation, not even exasperation. just tired. it pains him to hear it, because it’s not the first time you’ve said something like this. “unless you think i’ve got bad taste,” he deadpans, “i’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk shit about someone i care about.” then, his arms are around you—bridging that small but seemingly infinite space. one hand settles at the small of your back, the other gently cups the back of your head. a gesture he’s done a hundred times, but still means it every time.“i’m yours,” he murmurs into your hair. “you get that or no?”

and just like that, your chest doesn’t ache the same way it did.

꣑ৎ ‎ :‎ masterlist﹒꒱ requested by the lovely @soulsforsales

Cheat, cheater, pumpkin eater

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Siren!Tall!Fem!Reader

Premise: Mark just began his relationship with Eve, so why is he never looking at her?

Extra: I love the cheating trope where reader is a homewreaker, so here we are. Haven't watched invincible but the guy is hot. Ergo this story of him cheating on his GF.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no description of reader other than being tall.

General Warnings: Smut, blood, cannibalism?? (Only reader eats ppl), canon-typical violence

Rating: 18+

Status: On-going

Current word count: 4.6K

Oh, Angels have pink hair.

A Giant Woman.

The moon is silver! I like silver!

And you? What would you do for love?

I have all the characteristics of a human being.

There is no real me. Only an entity.

I simply am not there.

To be added on Tag list: !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑/Gen Masterlist

Jason: *walks into the kitchen, still half asleep* dick: *sitting at the counter* hey! How’d you sleep? Jason: Jason: *takes long drag of coffee* hmm. Dick: . . . What? Jason: decaf. Dick: what . . . Jason: *growing more angry* DECAF. Alfred, more than used to the batfamily’s one word morning speak: he says someone put decaf coffee in the coffee machine, master Richard. Dick: Jason: *eyes narrow* you Dick: *already backing away* TIM NEEDED SOMETHING OTHER THAN CAFFEINE, ITS NOT HEALTHY Jason: your FACE isn’t healthy Alfred: *calmly hands Jason a caffeinated cup* here, master Jason. This might allow you to articulate your words better dick: *under his breath* you mean make him make sense!? Alfred: Jason: *in an absolutely terrifying voice* heard that Dick: oh shit *speed walks out of kitchen*