Requested by anon: “Damian x reader (sibling relationship) where the batfam forgets about Damian’s birthday except the reader"
A/N: Hope you love it anon <3
Slowly you woke up, yawning while running a hand through your hair. In attempt to tame the rat’s nest. Still half asleep and groaning when sitting up. Like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Your blankets were so warm and cozy, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Though when you glanced at the clock, your eyes widened in horror. IT WAS PAST NOON! “Shit!” quickly throwing off the blankets and running into the bathroom adjoining your room.
Panicking while taking your shower. How could you sleep so late on Damian’s birthday? Why didn’t anyone get you?
Getting out of the shower and changing into some day clothes, brushing your teeth and hair.
Running down the manor steps and walking into the kitchen. “Sorry guys I didn’t realize I —” But you were cut off to find the kitchen empty. But seeing a note on the counter. Picking it up, it read:
Out on mission. It’s just you and Damian in the manor. Jason, Dick, & Tim are with me. Alfred had personal business and is out of town. Be home later tonight
Wait hold on! They just left on his birthday? His biological son’s birthday? You love Bruce but sometimes he’s an ass.
“TT, [L/n] I thought you had left as well” Turning to see Damian with his hands in his pockets. Looking pretty down in the dumps.
“Hey what’s with the frown birthday boy? Who needs ‘em, right?” You smiled at the young man. His face seemed to brighten at the words ‘birthday boy’
“You remembered” Shock laced in his voice. You chuckled, “Of course I remembered! How could I forget?” staring at him in disbelief.
“I was just surprised because father..” His sentence trailed off. “Bruce? Oh yeah he’s on a mis- wait hold on a sec! They didn’t remember it was your birthday?” Your voice raising in the process. Now you’re pissed, it’s one thing to leave but to forget! Nu-uh not okay!
He simply shook his head. “Assholes” mumbling to yourself. “You know what! We’re going to have the best birthday just the both of us. We can go anywhere you want and get cake and after that I’ll give you my gift.” smiling at him.
“You’d do that?” Was this kid serious?
“Of course I am Dami! We’re family remember? Now go grab your shoes, who needs them” Reaching for your keys. He did as told and went to get some shoes as you did the same.
The both of you climbed in your car. “So where to?” turning to him.
“I don’t know” he held his chin between his index finger and thumb.
“Well, is there anywhere you’ve never been but always wanted to go?”
He sat up like he had an idea. “It may seem childish but I’ve never been to a zoo”
A grin grew on your face, “Hey that’s not childish, I’m older than you and I like the zoo still. Zoo it is” before putting the car in drive.
During the drive you listened to Damian talk about his birthdays back with the league. They didn’t really celebrate but they always remembered. He especially talked about his grandfather and mother. Honestly you’d never had a conversation like this with him.
It was nice.
Once parking and making your way into the park you walked around the whole place. Seeing every exhibit, but ending with the lions.
Damian was captivated by all of the animals but the Lions were amazing. The large male was so elegant and graceful.
“It’s so magnificent” he muttered eyes glued to the creature. “King of the animal kingdom.” you said back, watching the lioness’ graceful movements to be beside it’s mate.
“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions’?” turning your eyes to him.
He shook his head. “Well it’s about being someone who was once vulnerable and weak, but over time and obstacles they become powerful and strong like a lion. Growing as a human being.”
“What is the point of telling me that?” he asked in confusion. Shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know it’s just a quote I like to live by, kind of applies to me ya know? And you too”
“I’m not vulnerable” crossing his arms and turning back to the habitat. “I’m not saying you are, but in order for someone to be as strong as you are kid. They had to be vulnerable at some point. Don’t dwell on it, just remember it for me okay?” Sending a smile his way.
“I suppose it’s the least I could do” he uncrossed his arms.
“Are you hungry? Cause I am.. What do you say we go grab some lunch?” as your stomach growled. You chuckled and could’ve sworn you saw a grin pull at his lips. “I could eat”
Deciding to go to his favorite place for lunch. The both of you just talked like you had in the car ride. Though this time you explained some people and things that were in your life before becoming a bat.
He seemed grateful for your opening up to him.
After lunch you took him to a bakery where he picked out a treat to sever as his birthday cake. Going to a nearby park, but you stopped at the car to get his gift.
Sitting by a pond he began to eat the treat. “You’re not going to let me sing ‘happy birthday’ to you” mock hurt plastered on your face. He smiled… HE SMILED! It’s possible!
Staring in disbelief at his curved upwards lips. “What?” he asked wiping his mouth like he had crumbs there.
“Oh, nothing. How about you open this now” handing him the rectangular box wrapped in green paper.
Taking the gift he tore off the paper, revealing a long white box. Carefully taking off the lid. He stared at the object within.
His sword had broke on his last mission. So you got him a custom replacement. “The blade is two times stronger than your old one, but half the weight. The grip of the hilt is specially made so it won’t slip in your grip. And finally there’s an engraving” Pointing to the hilt. On it was a small engraving of a robin.
“I don’t know what to say” mesmerized by the piece of weaponry.
“Your face says it all, I’m glad you like it” Smiling at the young boy. “Thank you [F/n], this is very special. I will treasure it” He said, your grin widening at the sound of your first name.
“Come on, lets get back to the manor and set up some pranks for the guys to get back for forgetting your birthday” Mischief sparked in his eyes. A evil grin spreading on his face. Putting the sword in the box.
“They won’t know what hit them”
Entering the batcave the guys all looked exhausted. Well except Bruce. You and Damian were hiding out of view, but had full access to seeing your prank at work.
Looking at Damian you gave a devious smirk before nodding for him to hit the trigger he set up on his phone.
Tapping the screen, alarms blared through the cave. Then the fire sprinklers turned on soaking the four. “What the hell?!” Bruce yelled as you and Damian held in your laughter the best you could. Dick was hiding under a table to keep from getting wetter. Jason was letting a string of expletives run from his mouth. Tim was trying to save his laptop. And Bruce was trying to shut it all down.
Once he did you and Damian couldn’t hold it in any longer. Wiping away a fake tear you and Damian showed yourself.
“You.. You.. hahaha! You should’ve seen your faces. Oh god I should’ve recorded that, Alfred would die” Sentence being broken up with your laughter.
“TT, no need to worry [F/n] I’ve got us covered” Pointing to a camera in the corner. “You smart little devil” ruffling his hair.
“What the fuck [F/n]!!” Jason yelled, looking like a drenched bat. Something they had in common. “What was this all about, I want an explanation now!” Bruce raised his voice.
Though unaffected and sharing a look with Damian. “Something called sweet revenge” a sickeningly sweet tone in your voice.
“Revenge for what?” Dick was next as Tim was fretting over his laptop.
“Think about it. Today’s date, a certain brother of yours. That all of you abandoned by the way” Crossing your arms, sounding protective now.
They all stood thinking for a moment, but you saw Bruce hit realization first. “Oh! Oh god! I’m so sorry Damian” turning to the boy. The rest of their light bulbs lit up.
“We forgot your birthday” Dick said in disbelief with yourself. “We’re sorry Damian, we probably ruined the day”
They all wore regretful looks and were obviously beating themselves up. “It was actually my favorite birthday yet. [F/n] and I had a nice time together”
“You know we did! Get on my sibling level suckers” before turning and exiting the room with Damian. Leaving the drenched bats to dry off.
“Best birthday ever” Damian mumbled entering the manor. A smile growing on your face, you were indeed sibling #1 right now.
Hiiii everyone!!!! Let’s do this!!!!! I know we all feel a little down since 1dff is not back, but let’s not get desperate and enjoy all the updates that we have here!!!! and be thankful for the wonderful job that the 1dff admins do. Here are some of the stories I’ve been reading and that have updated in the past few months!!!!
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)
Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence (futue chapters).
Word count for this chapter: 1113
gif isn’t mine!
Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.
“Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…
“Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…”
“Tell me, sweetheart… Why would a rich and beautiful girl like you, run away from a place like Port Royal, hm?” Bucky asked, you and him both were sitting in the Captain’s cabin, it was cosy, full of gold and silver alike, lavish furniture- this man was definitely not like most of the other pirates that your father had told you about; poor, dirty, unhygienic.
You studied him for a moment, “I, er, I have been stuck in Port Royal since I was a babe, I haven’t gone further than 2 nautical miles outside the border, Sir, I have a thirst for freedom and to put it quite frankly, your boat called to me.” You fiddled with your fingers as you awaited his reply.
“First of all, it is not a boat, my dear, secondly… there are plenty other ‘boats’ in that harbour-”
“Don’t ask me why I didn’t board the others- I would be… easily recognised. Everyone in Port Royal knows who I am, my friend Peter will be the only one to- wait… What did you do to the letter?”
Bucky huffed. “What do you think I did with the blasted letter? I’m a wanted man. I’m not becoming wanted for kidnapping-”
“I’m 19- almost 20, well over a year over the legal I’m-allowed-to-make-my-own-decisions age, Sir, I assure you it won’t be kidnapping if I am the one who boarded your ship on my own will.” Bucky gave you a skeptical look then rolled his eyes.
As someone who had come across many a stupid person, he didn’t think you would be the type to run away- you had a perfect life- of course, he wasn’t in your boots, but you seemed intelligent, healthy, surrounded by protection and you most likely lived in a luxury mansion. What could possibly be wrong with your life?
Alas, he didn’t know a thing.
The need to be away from your home was clawing at your chest and it was annoying you to the point where you had tried to escape multiple times, only to be caught by your handmaiden- you had kept making up excuses to cover yourself.
Your father paid little to no attention to you once you had turned 18, he had arranged a marriage for you with Commodore Zemo, a man of fortune and wealth, he was 15 years your senior, though that was normal for any arranged marriage. The man was a weird one, to say the least.
“If you’re going to stay on my ship, you’re going to have to know the way of the seas. You can’t just sit around and do nothing, as you would probably do back at Port Royal, you are the Governor’s daughter, after all.” There is a knock at the door, Bucky shouts a 'yes?’ and a handsome man with ebony hair and dark skin enters.
“Y/N, this is my first mate, Sam Wilson, Sam… this is the stowaway I had to find.” You looked between both of them and shook Sam’s hand, he adorned a smile so sweet, but he had a firm grip to say the least.
Sam smiled and said a quiet hello. “Captain, we’re heading into rough waters, orders?”
“Hoist the sails, gain speed, it can’t be too bad,” Bucky smiled. “If anything gets a little rusty, we have Wanda.”
“Aye Cap.” Sam exited the cabin, as the door shut you could hear him yelling orders, and the scurrying of feet died down.
“What is a ‘Wanda’, Sir?”
“Ha ha, Wanda is a witch we have onboard, a good friend of mine actually, ah, don’t look like that! She helps us keep the ship from capsizing when we head into the rough water.” Bucky grinned, he enjoyed seeing such a beautiful girl squirm hearing the word ‘witch’.
You had never been one to believe in magic, your father told you stories when he came back from his voyages to Tortuga, Brazil, Egypt, he would go for so long. You had skimmed the room once more to find a large globe in the corner.
“May I?” you questioned, timidly. Bucky nodded in response, he furrowed his brow as your fingers danced along the curvature of the three-dimensional atlas, you had only come into contact with one of these in your 19 years, a much smaller one in your father’s office.
“Tell me, Y/N, how educated are you on the modern charts?” You whipped your head around to see the cocky man leaning back in his chair, you could feel him eyeing you up and down as if he could read your body language. “I don’t have a Sea Artist, he pissed off a siren on the coast of Portugal, fell for their trap, he was a good man, though he never learned how to cut back on the humour when something serious was going on. Any chance you could help me out and be what I need most, and maybe more?”
“Sir, as a woman growing up with a Governor as a father, I have studied the maps since I was able to read and write. I know how to navigate throughout the entire world but-” You were cut off quickly when Bucky gave you a confused glare.
He intimidated you, only slightly, his tall manner and dark looks were different than the men you had encountered before. If you had to compare between you both, you would be the lamb and he the lion. His jaw was sharp and defined, as if carved by the sharpest of swords. His hair fell in bronze and brunette tresses across his forehead and you could swear you could see red in his cheeks, most likely sun stained from being at seas for so many years. It contrasted against his olive skin.
In all your mature years you had been exposed to drunken, ugly miscreants, he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon, and you felt an alien sensation fluttering in your lower part of your stomach as he lifted from his chair, in that moment you had yet to be exposed to the ways of the world, you knew what intercourse was, you had been shown plenty of scientific diagrams, though you had no idea what this pleasant feeling was.
As Bucky’s legs carried him closer to the damsel in his cabin, he could smell a change in the air; it was you, you see Bucky was not just any normal human being; he could feel and know what anyone else was feeling, a good trait to have as a pirate. He could feel the blush spread from your bust to the tips of your ears, he could feel your heart fluttering behind your ribs as he neared you. As he spoke his breath gently whisped across your forehead.
“Yet.. an innocent soul like you has never traveled the seas? Oh, darling, you will be of great use to me, I will show you the world beyond this one, just you wait.”
A/N. So! Part 2, I hope everyone likes it, and enjoys reading it. Like i said this fic is gonna be a slow burn on both ends. Bucky is intrigued by Y/N, he knows she is an innocent soul looking for new things so HES GONNA GIVE EM TO HER AYEEEE
I sat staring at my phone, fingers twitching nervously as I glared down to the
item with scorn.
Maybe it was naive of me, to think that he’d get
in touch, given the way things had ended just under a month before, but I still
thought he might.
He had five minutes until it hit midnight, five minutes until we officially
entered March, and my birthday ended.
He had five minutes to send me one message. Just one.
Although the reply hadn’t
exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just
because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken
a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been
years since we last spoke. He’d gone
off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t
around anymore. I hadn’t even
seen him since, and I wasn’t sure
it was because we’d just missed
running into each other, or because we’d never
really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t
possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?
So quick thing. There are people talking about how others shouldn't make their young inquisitors romance Solas. (Like early 20's sort of thing) because of the age difference and that he's old enough to be their dad. But. The thing is. He's lived for however long it's been since the ancient elves were around. So no matter what he would still be old enough to be their dad? If there's something I'm missing about this please explain it.
I can’t speak for the whole old enough to be their dad thing, because yeah solas is like 5000 years old. And also I don’t have a problem with younger lavellans (or inquisitors) dating solas (or the other romances), within reason of course. if you have a sixteen year old inquisitor eyeing cullen I’m going to Not and maybe you should question what you are trying to get out of that.
That said, from where I am in the fandom it’s not about “young” lavellans exactly when it comes to solavellan, rather it is the “lion and lamb” trope. The trope made popular by the twilight series (at least in my generation) and is basically that lavellan is so young and naive, so helpless and blindly in love with solas; that he has to lead her as the older, wiser man. And yes, the trope does tend to thrive in the younger lavellan fandom (among younger fans)
I Hate That Trope, not only because it is sickeningly disgusting on so many levels (again I get it comes from younger fans, I too am young. But we need to stop worshipping this trope that has the subliminal effect of older predatory men are hot and perfect for the young and inexperienced); but also because it is the Exact Opposite of what solavellan is.
solas is Not looking for a “child” to teach and instill knowledge in, he speaks to lavellan as an equal. he admits he sees her as his only true equal in a world of those he doesn’t understand. he loves lavellans who are wise, bold, and understanding. he loves to hear their ideals and thoughts, he calls them strong and graceful. matches them wit for wit. lavellan (at least as the first) is a woman full of knowledge, full of strength, and full of power.
what more a lot of people latch onto the “lion and lamb” trope because “oh! solas is the dread wolf and lavellan is symbolized by a halla”. which does a disservice to lavellan, the halla, and on a very (consciously) petty note to the dalish culture. halla are not to be fucked with, they are canonically a divine warrior creature, who have run through elven enemies with their antlers and trampled fools who dared tease them. They are deadly creatures (anyone whose seen a rampaging or hormonal deer knows what’s up), who could easily take down a lone wolf. That imagery leaves lavellan with the power, not without. lavellan and the halla are not prey facing a predator.
So yeah, from what I’ve seen it’s not the age but the fandom’s dynamic for it. But that’s just personally, from my view into the fandom.
His mother scalded, before softening. “Do
No. We’re just… We’re rekindling.”
Gemma rolled her eyes again, Harry wishing his mother would look elsewhere so
he could give her the middle finger again, but even after all these years, he
we still a little bit terrified of his mother’s
sweet!” Anne smiled innocently, ignoring Gemma. “Is it… in
a friend way? You seemed very close on New Year’s
So you and Soonyoung knew each other from childhood
You always enjoyed going over to his farm and helping him out with
Heartbreakingly enough, you had to move away from that area of the
country because it just wasn’t the place for your family anymore
Turned out the best place for them would be in a bigger city
So the two of you had to part ways when you were eight years old
And, because you were eight, you didn’t really keep consistent
contact with one another
But you never forgot each other
Your thoughts always seemed to drift to him whenever you were
cooking eggs in the morning, and you always seemed to feel forlorn about the
fact that the two of you never kept contact
You’d wonder if he ever thought about you, but you’d just get on
with your day
Until one day, you were just chilling in line at your favourite
coffee joint, when there’s this guy staring at you
At first you don’t really think much of it; he looks like he’s
deep in thought, so you just think that he hasn’t noticed he’s looking at you
But like. He’s still looking, even after you’ve gotten your coffee
and you’re starting to get freaked out
You don’t know if you should approach him or not
So you just sort of glare at him and hope that that’ll scare him
Instead, his eyes widen in alarm
And then he starts making his way over to you
And you’re like oH NO
Because you really don’t want to deal with any bullshit this
morning before going to work
But instead, this man walks up to you with the biggest, warmest
And you can’t help but think something is really familiar
“Y/N? is that you?”
And you’re just like “what how do you know my name”
“it’s me! Soonyoung!”
You look at him for a second before being like hOLY SHIT IT IS HIM
How could you ever forget that eye smile?
You’re so happy
You pull him into a back-breaking hug
And Chan looks between the two of you and says “hey, hyung,
isn’t this the girl you said you had a massive crush on as a kid?”
And Soonyoung freaks out
And he’s like “no, no, no, it’s not like that!”
You just laugh and tell him it’s okay because. It’s Soonyoung. And
you were like. Seven. So it doesn’t matter
You find it a little weird that a childhood crush was worth
mentioning, but you don’t think much of it
So to your relief you and Soonyoung hit it off again
And it’s like you guys never stopped talking
And you’ve filled each other in on all the relevant things that
have happened since you left and you guys are just super excited to be in each
other’s lives again
And as much as neither of you want to admit it, the time you spend
together is a lil excessive for people who are just friends
Like, the performance team rightfully misunderstands what’s going
on and referred to you as Soonyoung’s date once and that was a mess
But you try your best not to think about it
Because, whether you like it or not, he’s grown up to be kinda
You know it’s kind of weird to think of him in that way, but you
can’t help it?
Like, he’s fun to be around, and he’s quick-witted and he’s always
so bright and cheerful and he always has a massive smile on his face and you
just?? You always feel happy whenever you spend time with him
You actively look forward to spending time with him it’s usually
the highlight of your day
And you’ve only been reunited for a few months you’re already
Soonyoung Trash TM