Crushing on the New Student

Anon: A very confused Damian when his heart skips a beat when he is around his crush. Words: 985

          God knows you’re not the best student at Gotham Academy because just being any good would mean you come from a privileged family. You’re just below average, just like everybody else who’s on a scholarship, the project student of a family willing to throw some cash around in the name of charity.

          The Dawsons were no different. You’re grateful but humility wasn’t going to be an obstacle that will stop you from thriving to be above the average margin, even by just a point. 

          That’s why you’re already on the academy grounds an hour before homeroom so you can start showing up those snobby elite students on your first day. But you stand still under the classroom’s doorway because somebody else is already inside, their head laying down on the desk and sitting in your assigned seat.

          You tighten your grip on your bag because today is going to be the day Y/N makes her mark, even if it means starting with claiming what’s yours in an hour’s time.

          You walk toward the front of the desk and stand directly above the sleeping boy’s head. You suddenly slow down your thoughts as you watch the gentle rise and fall of the boy’s shoulders. You turn to the side and see the sunkissed skin around tightening facial muscles as if he’s having a sudden nightmare. His eyebrows furrow and a small strip of black hair slide down his forehead, the ends tickling the tops of his closed eyes. You see his lips twitch and you couldn’t stop yourself from tucking back the stray hair.

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Don’t Feel

Anon: Please could you do a Damian Wayne one in your beautiful writing about when you die? I’m feeling very angsty atm!!! Xxxxxxx Genre: Drama and angst (mention of blood) Words: 631

           "Y/N!“

           Damian kicks the assailant that looms over you. His mid-air roundhouse kick was enough to send the attacker against the wall, making his knife clutter away to the far end of the warehouse.

           You watch Damian’s yellow cape come down and flutter towards your side. His hands desperately press down on your stab wound. You hear him yell out orders to Nightwing, Oracle, and even the Red Hood. He’s screaming that you need help. But it’s too late.  

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Death Do We Part

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧ Notes: The main story of SSA is on hiatus while I figure out how to end it. For now, please enjoy this three-part (or four) spin-off that’s been nagging me ever since Until Death was finished. Words: 2,000+

     A physical link is one of the most dangerous soulmate links around and that’s what you share with your soulmate. Your link with him is also more sensitive than most because sometimes your hair moves with the wind even though you’re indoors or you can taste what he’s eating.

     But what you didn’t know was how much fun your link was going to be. Ever since you started holding pens and doodling on your arm, you’ve been getting replies on the other one. You thought it was such a fun game but it nearly gave your parents a heart attack. When you could form words and read them, you started to communicate with each other.

      Jason, don’t forget your homework this time.

     Oh crap! Thanks for reminding me, Y/N.

     You roll your eyes as you say goodbye to your parents. You rush to the next block over just in time to see Jason stumble out of his apartment building. He falls and scrapes his knee. You both shout and wince at the same time.

     “Jason! I thought you were going to be more careful. Are you trying to kill us before high school?” Jason laughs and grabs your hand. He drags you to the bus stop and you make it just in time.

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Crushing on the New Student

Anon: A very confused Damian when his heart skips a beat when he is around his crush. Words: 985

          God knows you’re not the best student at Gotham Academy because just being any good would mean you come from a privileged family. You’re just below average, just like everybody else who’s on a scholarship, the project student of a family willing to throw some cash around in the name of charity.

          The Dawsons were no different. You’re grateful but humility wasn’t going to be an obstacle that will stop you from thriving to be above the average margin, even by just a point. 

          That’s why you’re already on the academy grounds an hour before homeroom so you can start showing up those snobby elite students on your first day. But you stand still under the classroom’s doorway because somebody else is already inside, their head laying down on the desk and sitting in your assigned seat.

          You tighten your grip on your bag because today is going to be the day Y/N makes her mark, even if it means starting with claiming what’s yours in an hour’s time.

          You walk toward the front of the desk and stand directly above the sleeping boy’s head. You suddenly slow down your thoughts as you watch the gentle rise and fall of the boy’s shoulders. You turn to the side and see the sunkissed skin around tightening facial muscles as if he’s having a sudden nightmare. His eyebrows furrow and a small strip of black hair slide down his forehead, the ends tickling the tops of his closed eyes. You see his lips twitch and you couldn’t stop yourself from tucking back the stray hair.

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