No Sleep

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Damian Wayne (enough fluff to drown in)

Requested (anonymous)

Damian and Reader are both around 21 in this one.

Just writing this made me smile and melt, so I hope this was worth the wait, Dear Anon!

   You were no stranger to Damian’s late hours. Many times you had gotten frantic texts or calls telling you to get out of your apartment and off your block. Your apartment wasn’t in a good part of town, but it was all you could afford at the time. After the sixth time Damian had both called you and came to make sure you’d left, the sixth time Damian had just about dropped dead out of fear for you, he came up with a idea.

   It had taken a good two hours of begging (at least, as close to begging as the mighty Damian Wayne would get) you, plus another three hours of working out details, Damian had convinced you to move to  much nicer apartment in a far better, safer side of Gotham, with him. You’d played around with the idea of moving in together before, but something had always come up before you could.

   He left out the part about it giving him peace of mind, knowing you were in a safe place whenever he couldn’t be there to be sure.

   You he become well acquainted with his schedule, had become used to him sliding in to bed long after you had gone to bed. Some nights, though you weren’t the one waiting up for him.

   Damian sat cross-legged on the king-sized bed, arms crossed, eyes centered on the back of your head. Titus laid next to him, watching you just as intently. Neither of them seemed to like sleeping without you, so they waited. And waited. And waited.

   His eyes darted to your side of the bed, where your alarm clock informed him that it was far too late to be doing paperwork. “Beloved, can the rest not wait until tomorrow?” He wasn’t about to admit it, but it was one of his rare nights off of patrol, and, yes, he was pouting.

   You didn’t turn to look at him, but you did shift your papers around to see how many sheets were left. “No, sweet-cheeks, I need to get these forms filled out and mailed by tomorrow morning, or the orders won’t go through until next week.”

   He rolled his eyes, resting his chin in one hand, and leaving the other to rest on Titus’s back. He heard you sigh.

  You were tired too, and you felt bad for not being able to spend time with him on his night off, but you didn’t want to get fired. “I’ll be done before the hour’s up, I promise.”

   He grumbled something in response, but you didn’t catch it.

   You should have expect him to get impatient. Damian Wayne had never been one to like waiting, or one to accept the way things were if he didn’t like it. Knowing this, you really shouldn’t have been surprised when a pair of toned, tanned arms lifted you up out of your desk chair, You squealed, impulsively wrapping your arms around his neck, as he was holding you bridal style. “Damian Wayne, put me down!” You tried to sound stern, but you couldn’t choke back your laughter.

   “Alright, I will.”

   You knew better than to think he would comply so quickly. Still, you squealed again when he threw you onto the bed. You we’re breathless with laughter now, a wide grin stretching across your lips.

   Damian mirrored your expression, showing off perfectly straight teeth that offered a grand contrast to his tanned skin. He crawled across the mattress to you before you could slide away, coming to hover over you with one hand planted on either side of your face.

   Your laughter didn’t have time to die down when he all but crushed you, dropping down to lay on top of you. His weight made it difficult to keep a steady intake of air to fuel your laughter, but he wasn’t going to allow your laughter to slow.

   You squirmed beneath him, your laughter going from playful to pure insanity as his fingers poked the space between your ribs and your hips. You could feel his chest vibrating with his own laughter, you could hear it from his grin right next to your ear. He buried his face in the crook of your neck to hide it, but he continued tickling you mercilessly.

   Only when your face was red and your laughter was left nearly soundless did he finally relent, propping himself up enough for you to regain your breath.

   When you finally got a good look at him, he was wearing a smile so rare that you had to stop and admire it for a moment, like a breathtaking jewel buried in the deepest part of the deepest cave. He was glowing.

   In this moment, you wondered how a man so beautiful and kind could be anything but adored. Moments like this were the reason you hadn’t left, the reason why you were defend his name until your dying breath.

   In your fleeting moment of utter bliss, Damian leaned down, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. “How many times have I told you how much I love you?” he asked you sweetly, voice softer than silk.

   You hummed, rolling your eyes to the side in mock-thought. “Never,” you replied jokingly, a new, much softer smile blooming across his face.

   “I love you more than the skies love their clouds, more than the rain loves the earth,” you smiled at his words, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “I love you as birds love to sing, as the rain loves to fall. You could only be described as the sun in my sky, the moon among my stars. You are the song in my air, the light of my stars.” He pressed another, gentle, slow kiss to your lips that left your heart swelling and your mind reeling. “You are my happiness, [Y/N] [L/N].”