#damian X OC

[hollyharper]

I’m curious what you all think of Vailiki. I’m considering doing a longer peice with her. Obviously her and Damian’s reunion, but either they were childhood friends, they both hated rather other as kids, or one liked the other.

[burningdreamunknown]

Part 8

Alexander’s birthday party gala happened on a Friday, and so Althea had the subsequent weekend to rest, recover, and rejuvenate. It was Sunday night and as much as she told herself, she was not prepared to walk into school tomorrow and face Alexander. 

 All weekend she tried her best to purge all the thoughts of him in her head. Along with everything she owned that reminded her of him. She also decided to post questionable photos on her social media, which had her friends and family in a frenzy. 

She was quite tight lipped about the entire situation with Alexander, never telling her family what occurred other than the fact that her and Alexander were no longer together. She didn’t know what would happen if she told her family the truth of what happened that night of the gala. 

Thankfully, it was Damian that brought her home, and not any of his brothers. Had they found her in the alleyway like Damian had, Thea didn’t know what would have happened to Alexander. He too did not question her about Alexander or her time in the alleyway, only silently lending his support in her time of need. 

Althea moved off her bed, leaving her comforting nest of fuzzy blankets and fluffy pillows, and onto her balcony. Slowly, she cracked open her window to feel Gotham’s cold autumn breeze. 

Thea gave out a big huff as the wind softly caressed her face like an old lover. 

‘Lover’ Althea scoffed in her head, ‘Grandmother was right, men are undeserving of her and other women’s time.’ 

So deep in her thoughts that the daughter of Wonder Woman did not hear the creak of her door as it slowly opened. 

The man that opened the girl’s door sighed gently, not wanting to disturb the girl out of her thoughts just yet. He recognized heartbreak when he first saw the girl early Saturday morning. He let her have her space the past two days, giving the boys a warning to leave her be. While he did not know the intricate details of what occurred, Alfred knew the girl enough and the boy’s family enough to figure out what happened between the pair. Alexander Blackwood was known for having multiple erm.. relationships with several women at the young age of 17. 

Alfred Pennyworth had worked for the Wayne family for many years, and recognized Althea Prince as his honorary granddaughter, and the fact that she incurred one of the cruelest forms of heartbreak a person could suffer, made his blood boil with anger. 

“Miss Prince, I have made your favorite tea and brought a tin of your favorite biscuits. I do hope that they make you feel better.” The Wayne butler told the young adult. The sight of his honorary granddaughter brought out a sigh from the normally well-reserved man. There were no tear track running down her face, nor was her face red and blotchy after hours of crying. But her eyes, her eyes are full of unbridled anger, but there was also an expansive sadness in Thea’s dark brown eyes. 

The young girl gave the old man a watery smile, “Thank you Alfred, but I have no appetite right now.” 

The man give her a tight smile before speaking, “Miss Prince, I do not know what happened this past Friday, nor do I need to know. That is your business, not mine. But I do wish to impart some wisdom on you. Your value Miss Prince, does not decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth. Learn from this experience and what occurred, but do not let it freeze your heart from anyone loving you or you loving them.” 

The amazonian teared up, and rushed to give the older man a hug. While she recognized Alfred’s words of wisdom, Althea knew better now. For the rest of her days she was to live as her grandmother did, her heart closed to man, but full of love for her sisters-in-arms, her daughter, and granddaughter. 

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『𓇻』 ➾ Mᴀɪɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs.

Aɴɢᴇ́ʟɪᴄᴀ "Aɴɢɪᴇ" Vᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴀ Mᴏɴᴛᴏʏᴀ. 17 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Oɴʏx; Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ Cᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ. FC. Cʜʀɪsᴛɪɴᴀ Nᴀᴅɪɴ.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕."

Dᴀᴍɪᴀɴ "Bᴀʙʏ Bɪʀᴅ" Wᴀʏɴᴇ. 15 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Rᴏʙɪɴ; Tʜᴇ Hᴇɪʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Bᴀᴛ. FC. Gᴜsᴛᴀᴠᴏ Vɪᴛᴏ Bᴀssᴏ.

"𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆. . . 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓."

Aʟʙᴇʀᴛᴏ "Bɪɢ Bᴇᴀʀ" Mᴏɴᴛᴏʏᴀ Vᴇʟᴀ́ᴢϙᴜᴇᴢ. 45 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Lᴏᴠᴇʟʏ Uɴᴄʟᴇ; Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. FC. Jᴏʜɴ Hᴀᴍᴍ.

"𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕!"

Jᴀᴍᴇs "Gɪɢɪ" Mᴏɴᴛᴏʏᴀ Wɪʟʙᴇʀᴛ. 40 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx; Bʀᴀᴠᴇ Dʀᴀɢ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ. FC. Aɴᴅʀᴇᴡ Cᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ.

"𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘."

Sᴀʀᴀ [Pɪɴɴᴇᴅ Hᴀɪʀ] ᴀɴᴅ Mᴀʏᴀ Mᴏɴᴛᴏʏᴀ Wɪʟʙᴇʀᴛ. 12 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Tʜᴇ Rᴇʙᴇʟɪᴏᴜs Tᴡɪɴs; Sᴏᴍᴇ Pᴀɪɴ Iɴ Tʜᴇ Ass. FC. Cʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs Tᴡɪɴs.

❝𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕! ❞

Bʀᴜᴄᴇ "Tʜᴇ Bɪɢ Bᴀᴛ" Wᴀʏɴᴇ. 43 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Bᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ; Tʜᴇ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Nɪɢʜᴛ. FC. Cʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ Bᴀʟᴇ.

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 ��𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆."

Sᴇʟɪɴᴀ "Lɪɴᴀ" Kʏʟᴇ. 38 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Cᴀᴛᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ; Tʜᴇ Sɪʀᴇɴ ᴏғ Gᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ. FC. Rɪʜᴀɴɴᴀ.

"𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚."

Eʀɪᴄᴋᴀ "Jᴀɢᴜᴀʀ" Mᴏɴᴛᴏʏᴀ Vᴇʟᴀ́ᴢϙᴜᴇᴢ. 42 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Tʜᴇ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀᴛ; Pʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Eʟ Pᴀsᴏ, Tᴇxᴀs. FC. Oʟɪᴠɪᴀ Mᴜɴɴ.

"𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓."

Cᴇ́sᴀʀ "Eʟ Lᴇᴏ́ɴ" Cᴀʀʀᴇᴏ́ɴ Fɪɢᴜᴇʀᴏᴀ. 46 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Tʜᴇ Bᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ; Cᴀᴘᴏ ᴏғ Tʜᴇ Jᴜɴɢʟᴇ. FC. Eᴅᴜᴀʀᴅᴏ Vᴇʀᴀ́sᴛᴇɢᴜɪ.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔."

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Tawni made couples picrews. (He made Dami himself)

https://picrew.me/image_maker/22819

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Midnight Shenanigans

Midnight shenaningans in Gotham with Thea, Jon, and Damian. 

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

Im gonna write a damian x gracie sick fic if anyones interested in it

Ive been inspired by my own crappy sickness to write this might post it if its good enough

[sherlmerl]

smol babies from multifarious chapter 42.Enjoy

[hollyharper]

Damian x OC(s) with ABO dynamics

This is my first attempt at an Omega verse, so give me some grace. Also... My oc Holly isn't a self insert. I named my blog after her.

Damian glanced around the ballroom. It was ironic, how at his own birthday celebration, he was the one drinking champagne alone. Father had made an exception, claiming that, at least for Damian, eighteen was practically an adult. Damian looked around the room again. Where was she? Not beside Selina. Not lingering on the balcony. Where-

Gone.

A breath caught in his throat. Holly wasn’t there. And she wouldn’t be. His shoulders shook. Damian bit his lip and sank onto the closest bench. How much longer would he have to suffer like this? How long until every memory of Holly faded, and all that was left was a painless blurr? Damian had always forced loss into a tiny, blocked off section of his mind. But no matter how hard he fought, Her memories always slipped past those boundaries, and filled his consensus. When she was alive, she was good at just that. The fragile blonde had barely said a word, before she tore his walls down. With grace that rivaled angels, she had stepped into his life, and taken over every thought. Even now, she captivated him. Selina’s eyes landed on his slumped form. The omega exhaled, and crossed to his side. Damian made no recognition of her presence, as his father’s betrothed sat down.

“Holly would want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Don’t.” He growled.

“She-”

“Enough.” He bolted up and stomped towards the door.

The room fell silent. Bruce set down his drink.

“Damian.”

The young alpha whipped to face his father. His green eyes were squinted in a mix of pain and anger.

“I know it hurts, but this is not the time to deal with it.” Bruce whispered, resting a hand on his son’s shoulder.

Damian took a shuddering breath and drew together his composure. Selina, along with the rest of the family, hung back. Damian took another calming breath, then crossed to his awaiting siblings. Stephine stayed by Tim’s side. Her mark just barely peeked out from under her dress strap. Even while grieving, Damian found it humorous how the pair still believed they had fooled his father. Grayson- Dick stepped forward. Damian welcomed the older alpha’s embrace and comforting scent. Barbara laid a soft hand on his shoulder. Since she had become Dick’s mate, Damian had been more accepting of her touch. He slipped from Dick’s arms and into hers. She smelled of camalle with a hint of vanilla. Holly had always smelled of vanilla, the sweetest, most natural trail of scent. The red headed omega cradled him close. Damian allowed himself to stay a few heartbeats longer. Another scent filled the space, strong, commanding and cinnamon. Damian whipped his head towards the door.

“Mother?”

Talia gave a gentle smile to her son. He couldn’t keep the excitement from his gate, as he walked to her. She gave him a welcome but unfamiliar hug.

“Happy Birthday, my Beloved Son.”

Again, Damian was overwhelmed with smells. His mother’s mixed with smoke, sweat, iron and that of another omega. He recognized it immediately.

“Where is she?”

“Later, Abni.<My son>”

“Where is she?” Came an alpha-like growl.

Talia chuckled. She snapped her fingers and turned to face the door. Head lifted high, an omega close to Damian’s age, pushed open the ballroom door. Her dark hair fell easily over her shoulders. Her widow's peak was highlighted by silvery locks of hair. Two strands were braided and pinned at the back of her head. Her golden eyes held confidence similar to Talia’s. Her deep purple dress spilt high up her hip, mimicking Talia’s wine red dress.

“Vailiki.” He whispered.

Damian rushed to embrace her. Bruce’s jaw dropped. Vailiki wrapped both arms around Damian’s abdomen, and pressed her head to his chest. What little conversation had restarted in the room, died. Val lifted her head to press her forehead to the alpha’s.

“I missed you.” He muttered.

“Of course you did.” She replied, with a sassy smirk.

“Of course.” He echoed, nuzzling against her neck.

She smiled, and pressed her entire frame against him.

“You’ve come of age.” Talia praised. “She’s yours, as promised.”

Damian looked down at the omega. In eight years, she had grown from a feisty little girl, to a creature of grace and danger. Her small frame was nothing but muscle. He held her closer. At age six, he had been told Vailiki would one day become his mate. When Holly came along, Val had slipped his mind. Golden eyes locked on him, and drew him. His omega. He had once dared to think of Holly as his, but that was nothing but wishful thinking. Vaikili tangled her hands into his hair and pulled his head down into a kiss which would quickly lead to more.

Soft skin brushed across Damian’s cheek. He whined and rolled away.

“Good morning.” Vailiki purred.

He cried his eyes open. They landed on the fresh mark on her neck. A little bit of a smile splashed across his face. Her core rumbled and she curled closer to his side.

“I’ve been waiting for that.” She whispered.

He only nodded.

“Damian?”

He sighed. “I’m glad you're here.”

“Not exactly what I was expecting.” She whispered, her fingers dancing across his jaw.

“I-”

“There was another?” She asked.

He only managed a nod. “She died. Two months ago. Because of my stupidity.”

“Dami.” She snaked both arms around him.

He shifted to press close to her. Vailiki pressed a kiss to his head.

"Whatever happened, I know it wasn't your fault."

"It doesn't matter who's fault it is." He muttered, burning his face against her.

"Your right."

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Part 7

He walked. 

and walked

and walked. 

and he kept walking, with the girl he loved nestled safely in his arms. 

The gala took place in the heart of Gotham, and Wayne Manor was on the outskirts of the city. Alfred had most likely retired for the night, and everyone else was at the gala. And so, Damian walked. Damian felt better holding her in his arms, and walking them back home, anyways. He couldn’t trust anyone else to ensure Althea’s safety. 

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There was a sliver of sun peeking through the curtains of her room. Which was quite unfortunate, as her bed was surprisingly more comfortable than usual and she didn’t want to get up just yet. Althea snuggled further into the bedding as she threw a blanket over her head to block out the sunlight. 

But then she remembered… 

And all of the air disappeared from her lungs and tears sprung from her eyes. 

How could she have let this happen? After all the warnings that she had been raised on by her grandmother, and still she learnt nothing. 

‘Men are unpredictable and not to be trusted. That is why you have a family of strong women.’ Her grandmother whispered amongst her thoughts as though she was there. 

A few minutes after she woke, Thea decided that she wasn’t to cry over a boy any longer. She was Althea Grace Prince, granddaughter of the Queen of the Amazons, daughter of Wonder Woman. 

And no man was worth her tears. 

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Part Six: Concerned

He wasn’t worried. He was Damian Wayne, and he didn’t do worried.

‘Not worried, concerned.’ He thought to himself as he kept looking around the room. The word seemed to fit much better for his current predicament. Besides, worried implied something that he wasn’t quite ready to admit to. Especially regarding Althea Prince. 

So no, the Wayne heir was not worried, just concerned is all. 

It was Alexander Blackwood’s birthday gala. It was to be one of the biggest celebrations of the year. All of Gotham’s elite were invited, so naturally, the entire Wayne family had to attend. Even if he wasn’t invited, Damian would have gone anyway, just to make sure Althea was okay. She was an ally, after all. A particularly strong and resilient one, that actually has a brain and knows how to use it. So it would be quite a shame to lose such a formidable ally. It was the only reason he was there at Blackwood’s gala. 

But, as time went on, Damian became more and more concerned. He had figured since it was Blackwood’s birthday, Prince would be at his side. However, he had seen Blackwood multiple times, and yet, there was no Althea. He knew from certain social media posts that the two had spent the night together and had arrived at the gala together. It was concerning to not see her at any point throughout the night. 

It was nearing midnight, hours have passed, and there was no sign of the brunette beauty. 

Blackwood’s loud and rambunctious laughter irritated the youngest Wayne, pushing him over the edge. Without thinking, Damian excused himself and walked out of the gala through the backdoor and onto the alleyway. 

He regretted walking out that door, only because he hadn’t left the gala earlier. 

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The heavens were crying, loudly and harshly. It was as if someone had done it an injustice, and they were only able to cry. Thunder and rain poured down from the sky, practically making it impossible to see. It was only due to his training from the League of Assassins, and the fact that his father was Batman, that Damian was able to make out the figure in the rain. 

There, laying down in filth, in the middle of a Gotham alleyway, was the most beautiful girl Damian Wayne ever had the pleasure of knowing. Even if she was soaked to the bone and grime covered her face, Damian knew the sight of Althea Prince. 

Sobs wreaked through her body, and Damian could tell she was barely breathing. It was as if the air refused to enter into her body, and instead, chose to leave. 

“ALTHEA!” Damian shouted, as he rushed towards the fallen girl, the gala and everyone else be damned. He had more important matters to attend to. Momentarily, he forgot that she was Amazonian, and therefore would not be as severely affected by the pouring rain as a human would. He didn’t care, all thought flew out the window when it came to protecting her. 

Damian threw himself down on his knees in front of the crying girl. It was then that he realized she was only covered minimally in the dress that she wore from the gala. Quickly, he took off his soaked jacket and threw it over Althea, hoping to protect her as much as he could. Damian reached out, scooped the girl into his arms, rose, and walked all the way to Wayne Manor.

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Part 5: Not In Love

‘You look very much in love.’ 

Thats what Cass said on her latest insta post.

 She had only been with Alexander for four weeks, and Althea didn’t think she could be happier. See, she didn’t know if she was in love with Alexander or anything. He was sweet and kind, very much the Gotham gentleman that he was raised to be. So really, she had nothing to complain about. Alexander was a very good first boyfriend for sure, but was Thea in love? 

She was an Amazon, she trained for battles. But she was also a teenage girl that was susceptible to fall in love. Aphrodite had made her human enough for her to fall in love. But was she in love with Alexander? Was he her true love? Thea didn’t know the answer to her questions, but as she cuddled into Alexander’s side, she realized she wouldn’t mind being in love with him. 

Love was supposed to be amazing wasn’t it? All of the movies and books had described it as incredibly spectacular. Explosions and butterflies were supposed rumble through her stomach, but she didn’t feel that with Alexander. Sure, the occasional butterfly would flutter through her stomach when she was with him. But she never had that feeling all the time, she didn’t feel what Thea thought she should. 

She never had a real-life example of what love was though. Not romantic love at least. She knew familial love. She felt it in Themyscira with her aunts and her grandmother. She felt motherly love from her mother, it was tender, caring, and wholesome. She felt love with siblings from the children that were housed within Wayne Manor, and from Jon Kent. 

Though there was a different spark with a certain green-eyed Wayne—but that was a different story. 

She snuggled closer to the blond haired boy, forced herself to shake away the thoughts, and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow was an important day after all. 

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The next morning, a kiss to her forehead woke Althea from her slumber. She grunted, rolled over, and snuggled deeper into the soft blankets. 

A chuckle came from above her, clearly amused by the girl’s actions. 

“Good morning, Princess.” The whisper came from the same voice that laughed at the girl. Althea had spent the night at Blackwood Manor, only because it was Alexander’s birthday the next day. Althea Prince was to be prepared and pampered with Alexander’s sister and mother. 

The invitation to spend the night at Blackwood Manor was from none other than the Matriarch herself, Charlotte Blackwood. She was a kind, respectable, and a ruthless woman. She cared for her two children, Alexander and Chloe. But her true passion was in politics, and she had a knack for it. 

“Come on, Althea. We have to get ready for tonight.” Alexander whispered in her ear, as he bent down to press another kiss to his girlfriend. Althea slowly opened her eyes, only to see the adonis that was her boyfriend. His goofy grin and bright blue eyes was a sight to behold. 

“Good morning birthday boy,” Althea whispered back, as she rose a bit to press a kiss to Alexander’s lips, “How did you sleep babe?” 

Not waiting for a reply, she laid back down and into the warm blankets. Maybe she could go back to sleep just for a little while longer. Unfortunately, the blankets that she had cocooned herself in were grabbed and thrown out of her grasp. A small whine left her lips, just loud enough for her boyfriend to hear it. 

“If you get up now,” Alexander teased, as he walked toward his bathroom, “We can go get donuts for breakfast.” 

A blur pushed past him, shoved him out of the way, and locked him out of his own bathroom. Only a small shout was heard from said blur. 

“Donuts!!!”

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Part Three

He could hear her laughter from all the way down the hallway. It had been three days since Blackwood had cornered him in the library, and questioned him about Prince. Two days since Blackwood had allured Prince into a date. One day since Blackwood and Prince had announced their courtship. 

Quite frankly, Damian mused, they had gotten together rather quickly. 

Her laughter rang through the halls, it was music that rang through his ears. It was clear that Blackwood made her happy, even though Damian  wished it wasn’t so. Prince could do much better than Alexander Blackwood. 

Blackwood had a reputation of being a flirt that broke girls’ hearts left and right. He went by his own rules, uncaring of others or their feelings, and he had never been known to be tied down. His longest relationship had lasted a week, and even then, that was a stretch. 

But Althea? She was bright, joyful, and pleasant individual. Althea was curious, imaginative, and very intelligent. She cared for people that she never met, she was kind to everyone, and was the most trustworthy person Damian had ever met. She was truly a wonder. 

He walked past his friend and tried to ignore the bright cheerful tone of her voice calling out to him. But he couldn’t, not to her. She had never shown him an ounce of animosity, being mean or hurtful was not in Althea Prince’s veins. And so, Damian stopped in his tracks, turning toward his friend, only to feel his heart break. 

She leaned against a row of lockers, no doubt surrounded by morons that followed Blackwood. Said Devil was right next to her, an arm casually wrapped around her waist. Alexander said nothing, but the smug look on his face said it all. 

“Dami! Jon is coming into town tonight. I figured the three of us could hang out!” The enthusiastic teenage girl exclaimed to her friend. All Damian did was give her a curt nod before continuing on his trek toward his next class. Not saying a word to the girl that meant everything. 

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Hey guys...if you wanna please send asks about my writing wips with gracie...or damian x gracie...or gracie in general while im at work please do

Ill amswer them all after!

[sherlmerl]

Felt like drawing Rowan,she’s a cutiepie.

[sherlmerl]

Aaand now its colored.I LOVE THEM ;_;