Being best friends with a witch (Damian Wayne x Reader headcanon)
Requested: Nope but who cares
Notes: These are my first headcanons and the first thing I’m posting on this blog so please be nice and I hope you guys like it :)
Warnings: Brief mention of death?
- You guys met when you joined the Teen Titans
- At first he didn’t trust you since it wasn’t possible to know the full extent of your powers yet and that made him quite wary of you
- But after a while of getting to know each other better, he started to grow fond of you
- You were way too kind and your aura was too beautiful and calming for him to loathe
- He slowly started to trust you and even invited you over to the manor since you didn’t have a family of your own
- He taught you to fight (not that you didn’t know already, but you depended on your powers more)
- You would teach him about magic, how you did your spells, how they worked, what you believed in and about all the things -as far as you knew- you could do
- Since you were deeply connected to the elements and living beings, you got along with animals pretty well
- All his pets were drawn to you instantly but you could influence them enough to make them give you two some space when you wanted to hang alone
- Which didn’t happen often since you both were crazy about animals
- You’d just watch movies with Alfred the Cat on your lap and Titus on Damian’s
- Damian loved how powerful you were (he secretly liked that you could kick his ass in a fight. very very secretly)
- He tried to teach you how to fight with a katana a couple of times but you would always panic when he came at you and accidentally sent him or the katana, or both, flying away with your telekinesis
- Everytime you got weak from healing someone, he would get really mad and would ((try to)) force you to get some rest
- Even when you knew damn well he could be dying but he would still go fight the whole Justice League if he had to
- “You are too weak, you need to rest” “Oh, like you got some rest the other day when you were sick but went to fight Killer Croc?”
- He thought it would be interesting to go on a regular patrol night in Gotham with you
- Boi was he wrong
- Damian would be trying to get some information out of a goon in a violent way while you would just stay in the back, confused
- “Robin, you do know that I could just get inside his mind and get you the info you need right?”
“If you insist on taking away all the fun”
- You would also occasionally compliment Poison Ivy
- “I don’t know, Dami. She’s just trying to keep the plant world safe, nothing wrong with it”
“Y/N, she has killed 40 people in the last week"
- But when it came to Titans missions… you were his go-to partner
- Since you were the only one he deemed “competent” enough
- You took that as a honor
- Despite everything he had done, despite everything people said about him, despite the way he acted most of the time, you knew that Damian was simply a warm and caring soul who was hurting and craving affection
- And you trusted him more than anyone
Alfred stood in front of the doorstep of the unsavoury-looking bar for longer than was necessary, his coat wrapped tightly around him in an attempt to ward off the nippy late-night Gotham air. Neon lights flashed in a blinding red across his vision, rubbish and broken bottles scattered about the entrance, the sound of drunken revelries floating by him as a large group stumbled outside. Alfred followed them with his eyes as they passed, frowning.
Not in a judgemental way. Merely… disapproving.
Turning back to the door, he sighed, as if even having to look at the place was a burden. One would think he was lamenting the very existence of venues that served alcoholic drinks, but in reality he was simply lamenting the existence of this particular one.
In fact, to Alfred Pennyworth, the existence of most of the bars in Gotham City was an abomination, as his mind would too often wander to the cosy countryside pubs he remembered from his younger days in England. Roaring fires, hearty, intellectual conversation over pints of beer, quiet, enigmatic strangers reading a book in the corner, the bartender smiling as a rather tipsy chat carried on about this year’s harvest or local politics.
But there was nothing to it. He had to go in.
Alfred grimaced as he took a hold of the sticky door handle, and immediately regretted not bringing his gloves. But he had left in a rush as this was a semi-emergency. Truthfully, he didn’t actually know what this was. But he was about to find out.
Warily, he pulled the door open and stepped into the dim, musty bar.
For one month, the Batkids didn’t have bedroom doors. It was a pet hate of Bruce’s but, despite numerous warnings over the years, each time one of the kid’s got upset or angry they slammed their bedroom door.
The straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back was when Tim and Damian simultaneously slammed their doors after a ‘disagreement’. During a short period of time where nearly every single Batkid had come home and slammed their door.
‘Alfred, remove the children’s doors. I’ve had enough of this.’
'Even Master Jason’s sir?’
'Is he not one of the children!’
Jason hadn’t been there to slam his door.
So, Jason randomly rocked up at the manor and made a beeline for his room to see if he still had a particular book. Closing his door, he went to go to the bookcase before frowning.
His door hadn’t closed?
Turning,he gaped at the discovery that his door had been stolen!
Jason was not happy, to put it mildly.
'Jay I don’t understand. You came home in the summer and I asked you to close your door and you accused me of locking you up. Now you’re yelling at me because you have no door?’
'Privacy Bruce! I want my God damn privacy back!’
'Well then you shouldn’t have slammed your door, Jay!’
'I haven’t slammed my door since I was 15!! You know what fine! Until you put my door back I’m moving back in.’
Bruce blinked at this before shrugging and walking away. He’d removed his troubled son’s bedroom door and now he was coming home? Doing the one thing he’d never been able to convince him to do? Why hadn’t he done this sooner?
Removing the bedroom doors was the best thing he had ever done.
Alfred just sighed and watched Jason’s retreating strop with a knowing smile.
Jason moved back to the manor for one week.
'No Jay! You are not going out! It’s gone 3 am, it’s raining and you have no where to go. Go to bed!’
'I’m an adult Bruce I can make my own decisions!’
'You’re bouncing off the walls and putting yourself at risk! You are not going out at 3am!!’
'You can’t stop me from getting pie! I’m hungrie I wanna go get pie!’
Alfred looked up from where he was having a cup of tea in the pantry when a stressed out Bruce appeared before him.
'Alfred, please return Jason’s bedroom door and call Roy. I shall be in my study with the bourbon.’
The next week Dick frowned at his re-attached bedroom door in confusion.
Request: Are emrequest open? Cause if so could I request something where batfam comes home to see Alfred, reader and Damian giggling and playing music on the piano or something and all the boys are confused cause demon child can smile and laugh???
This is so cute anon I love it. And my requests are still very open!
You were nervous. This was your first time at your new boyfriend Damian’s house. Your parents were impressed that you managed to woo the richest boy in the school, but they were unimpressed with that mouth of his. According to you parents he’s “13 going on 30″. You tolerated that attitude because behind it was a sweet boy who you fell for.
You took a deep breathe and rang the door bell and immediately the butler opened the door.
“Good day Miss (y/n), Master Damian is in the living area. Follow me please.” He said in the most polite voice you’ve heard. You followed him and took in the beautiful manor with it’s clean tiles and amazing paintings and portraits.
“I’m sorry to inform you the rest of the Wayne family are out on errands. So they won’t be joining us.”
“Oh…that’s ok.” You say with an awkward tone. God you were nervous.
You were finally in the living room which had a big screen TV, comfy sleek couches and a old piano that looked…like something out of a Disney movie. Your mouth was probably open with amazement but Damian caught your attention.
“Hello beloved.” He said kissing you. You melted and flustered as you always did when he called you ‘beloved’.
“Hello Dami, here I am.” You said awkwardly. You went in your backpack and got a stack of DVDs out.
“I thought we’d start by watching some movies! There’s this movie Juno I love!” You say. He hands for you and you both go hand in hand to the P4 and set it up. You both sit on the couch and enjoy the movie Juno, and your head rests on his shoulder as his arm is around your waist. Alfred brings you both tea and sugar cookies he had made himself. It was like magic. This must be how he lived everyday. Maybe that’s why he’s a spoiled brat.
“Hey, I like that piano Damian.” You say after the movie.
“I’ve pressed a key here and there. It’s quite nice. Want to play it?” He says getting up stretching. You run to it and sit down and immediately start tapping the keys. Though old it still sounded so crisp and lovely. Damian sat beside you, his hips touching yours. He began to play. It wasn’t the best but still nice. You played on your end where the lighter keys were and began to sing.
“I love my sweet Damian. Yes I do. He can be a butthead but he’s my butthead.” You sang. Alfred walked into the room and smiled warmly.
“How splendid, Master Damian hasn’t smiled like this in quite awhile!” He says clapping along. Damian was smiling! Smiling! That was rare. In fact, you didn’t think he was physically capable of it. He laughs with you and makes his own song.
“I love my sweet (y/n) and she can be a butthead too. But she’s my butthead!” He sings. You tickle him in defense and he laughs as does Alfred.
Dick, Tim, Jason Bruce…even Cass just watched through the crack of the door. The hell was that? Was that spawn of evil and all things salty…laughing.
“Bruce…that’s not him. The real Damian is tied up somewhere.” Jason said.
“There’s a gas leak!” Cass said.
“Maybe it’s swamp gas from Venus…or Poisen Ivy did it…no maybe…” Tim stuttered. He took a picture of Damain laughing and put it on Twitter captioned “It can laugh??”
Bruce just stood there, hand on his chest backing away. He was so happy. His Damian was smiling. He hasn’t smiled this much since batcow!
You had an amazing time with your boyfriend. After the piano, you both drew hearts in his sketchbook and tried to outdraw each other. After that you both had a candle lit dinner, and Alfred was kind enough to fix you a plate to take home.When it was time for you to leave, Damian sat outside with you holding you closely.
“I love you (y/n).” He said pulling you close. You closed your eyes as your head was on his chest.
Alfred could imagine his friends cheering and congratulating him on a kick-ass first date; He was already on first base, and it felt like they might skip second and sprint straight to third. As they made out, he tasted the sting of alcohol on the other man’s tongue.
He pulled away to ask, “Are you drunk right now?”
His date smiled warmly and shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’m not.” The man buried his face in Alfred’s neck and kissed it roughly, making the latter flinch. “I really like you,” he breathed into his skin.
“I.. I really like you too, Ivan,” Alfred managed to say.
“I don’t usually do this–”
Ivan had been rubbing Alfred’s hips, and he began to slip a hand under his shirt. It was enough to make Alfred jump to the other side of the sofa. Ivan looked at him like he had three heads.
“Sh-shit, I’m sorry.” Alfred adjusted his glasses and broke his eye contact with Ivan’s bewildered stare. “I fucked up the mood,” he laughed breathlessly.
Ivan pulled hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear. “You didn’t, it’s fine,” he scooted over and put a hand on Alfred’s knee. “Have you ever done this before?”
“I have,” he admitted, “Just.. just not with someone I just met.” Alfred watched as the smile left Ivan’s face and he pulled his hand away. His face, just a moment ago scarlet with arousal, turned pale.
“I’m sorry– I don’t know what got into me,” Ivan said quickly, almost tripping over his words. “I don’t usually do this– God– You must think I’m a terrible person–”
“No, like, I wish I could… like do it, but I can’t. I don’t think I can,” Alfred tried his best to explain, “I had a really good time tonight and I want to impress you… but…”
Ivan watched him speak, with his head in hands. “I had a lot of fun too,” he said, his palm partially over his mouth, “More than I’ve had in a long time.”
As Alfred got up and grabbed his jacket, he noticed Ivan’s eyes looked especially big and glossy. “…You’re not gonna cry are you?”
“NO–” Ivan blurted. He dragged his hand over his face, the color returning to his cheeks. “You sure have a big ego,” he laughed softly, “I would never cry over you.”
Scenario, Anyone you want, around the phrase 'time stands still'. Bonus for historical events, major or small.
Hell on earth December the 7th, 1941
Alfred knew that the situation in the pacific was tense. He knew that American dominance in the parific sea was a thorn in Japan’s eye. Arthur had urged him again and again to join the war effort, but Al wanted everything but to put his people in the line of fire again. But there are things beyond one’s power. It was a beautiful day December day. December the 7th. Alfred watched members of the marine corps work on their ships and even though they were working, they seemed somewhat cheerful. Alfred couldn’t help but to smile. He loved to watch the ships and aircraft carriers in and around Pearl Harbour. But today, the carriers weren’t around. Just some days ago, Alfred had watched the carrier Enterprise leave the harbour. His entire pride - his fleet.
But out of the blue - out of the sheer nothingness, all hell broke loose. All he could see was flying metal and his ears felt like they were about to explode. At first, he couldn’t name the thing that was going on. He saw ships going down. He ran away from the explosions, blood of others around him. And then, he saw it. The blood-red rising sun. He couldn’t understand it. He stared at the Image on the Bombers while the heavens fell around him. But while he was staring at the rising sun, time seemed to stand still.
Thousands of lives were lost. The anger awoken within Alfred surpassed his desire for neutrality and peace. He wouldn’t stop. Not anymore. He wouldn’t stop until Japan unconditionally surrendered. Hell or high water.
have i mentioned how much i love joe and zoe’s relationship it just makes me so ridiculously happy
joe talking about how he’s always a gentleman to everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yESS!!! it’s his favorite thing about himself probably how well behaved and kind and incredibly sweet he is and i’m so so happy we’ve got this recorded so we have proof of him acknowledging himself for that bless you son i love you
JOE TALKING ABOUT HOW HIM AND OLI JUST HANG OUT ONCE A YEAR AND LISTEN TO CLASSICAL MUSIC AND EAT MINCE PIES THEY ARE SUCH A LIVE HEADCANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
the suggs’ singing
(◠﹏◠✿) (and joe closing his eyes and snapping his fingers and being so into it what an idiot)
joe acknowledging he’s been overworking himself and is tired and saying he’s trying to do vlogmas i want to cry?? my baby boy please rest??
next on days of our lives: youtube fam: the suggs have no calves
JOE DOING CALF EXERCISES AND ZOE SAYING BALLET REPEATEDLY IM CRY
“joey skinny legs!!!!!!!!1″
“WHERE’S YOUR FUCKING SANDWICHES ALFIE YOU PROMISED ME SANDWICHES” [sings] “it’s like i’m a mirrorrrr”
OK BUT joe and zoe make each other so happy #siblinggoals
basically drunk!joe is my favorite thing in the entire world and my cheeks hurt from laughing rn
Germany,Russia,France,Prussia,Sweden,Spain,America,Canada,&Britain reaction(or short one shot if you wanna) to them being the little spoon when cuddling their female S/O(who is reading a book or something & not really paying attention) and basically using their chest (cough cough boobs cough cough) as a pillow.
Sorry for the wait! I hope I got it right!
Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Ludwig and (s/o) were each reading a book. He’d had a pretty tiring day at work and appreciated his (s/o) for just relaxing with him. His head rested atop her head, but, sooner or later, he’d made his way to her chest.
(s/o), almost subconsciously, moved her book as his head made its way lower to her chest. She didn’t seem to mind, but Ludwig, after realizing what he’d done, did.
His face erupted with a blush, and he jolted away from (s/o), almost making her drop her book. He turned his head towards her and embarrassingly told her, “sorry” before moving to the other edge of the couch.
Russia/Ivan Braginsky: A soft yawn spilled from Ivan’s mouth. He loved being in his (s/o)’s company, and usually being with her energized him, but his day had been tough. Another yawn came from him, and his head began to slump. He shook his head and stared ahead, before his head slumped again.
Eventually, he decided to lean towards his (s/o) and fell asleep on her chest.
(s/o) didn’t really pay it much mind, but once he woke up from his nap he would squeeze her tightly and thank her for letting him use her as a pillow.
France/Francis Bonnefoy: Francis enjoyed watching (s/o) doing whatever and even whenever, today was just one of those days where watching her read just wasn’t energizing him enough.
Francis was as tired as a dog. So without a moment’s thought, he slumped on his (s/o), made his way to her chest and made himself comfortable, even if it was a slight inconvenience on her part.
Francis and his (s/o) were comfortable enough with one another to where this was a natural occurrence.
Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Gil was pretty used to (s/o) ignoring him when it came to a books. He didn’t mind her ignoring him like so; he loved her love for books. Though, sometimes he really did love to mess with her as she read.
“Hey, (s/o),” he began, knowing that he would get a “hm” from her. “Can I use your breasts as a pillow?”
He knew that he’d get another “hm” from her, and so, without further ado, he laid himself over her chest.
With a smirk, he awaited her flustered reaction when she realized that he was on her chest.
Berwald Oxenstierna: Berwald wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings. It had been a rather stressful day for him, so he didn’t mind his (s/o)’s silence. What he did mind was when his ignorance to his surroundings ended up with him resting his head on his (s/o)’s chest.
Poor Berwald’s face lit up with a blush, and he slowly lifted up from his makeshift pillow. He stared at his (s/o), still endorsed in her book, and stumbled over his words.
He couldn’t bring himself to say a simple “sorry” over the embarrassment he felt.
Spain/Antonio Fernández Carriedo:
“How’s the book you’re reading, (s/o)?”
“Can I lay on you?”
Antonio shrugged his shoulders, and peacefully laid on his (s/o)’s chest. After some time, he would fall unconscious and awake to (s/o)’s red face.
America/Alfred F. Jones: Alfred bounced in his spot next to her. He’d wanted to go out with her, but she wouldn’t budge from her spot.
With a huff, he plopped himself on her chest. With not receiving a reaction, Alfred stared up at his (s/o).
-I guess I’ll just watch her until she’s done- Alfred pouted.
Alfred, though self-conscious of his body, loved every part of his (s/o)’s body. Breasts wouldn’t really be something to get him incredibly flustered over.
Canada/Matthew Williams: Matthew glowered slightly at his (s/o), who’d been ignoring him for over 3 hours for a book. Usually he was patient with this sort of thing, but enough was enough.
Figuring that the only way to get a reaction from her was to tease her, he began doing just that. By laying down on her chest.
He didn’t really think it would prompt a reaction– which it didn’t– but it was just the principle of the matter!
He huffed silently as his face grew even more red by the second.
England/Arthur Kirkland: Arthur was exhausted. Terribly exhausted.He’d sat next to his (s/o) with an exhausted sigh, but, over time his body caved to his exhaustion and he found himself practically laying on his (s/o). Although she didn’t yell at him to get off or anything, he’d acted as if she did.
He made a big fuss over getting off of her, and apologized profusely. (s/o) giggled at his flustered behavior, though confused over what made him like so.