#he sees childhood sleep teleportation as a nuisance

[p1nkshield]

Welcome to chapter five! Sorry it’s been a minute! Hope you enjoy!

Damian sat at the kitchen counter, quietly observing the trio as they began to cook.

“Okay!” Sam began, “the cauliflower needs to be roasted for the sauce, potatoes need to be peeled and boiled for the gnocchi.”

Danny surveyed the kitchen like a battlefield with what looked like, from what Damian could glean, instinctual observance. As if he expected the fruit to sprout teeth and bite him.

Danny seemed to notice his gaze.

“Uh, I can prepare a spice mix for the cauliflower!” Danny offered.

“Cool” Sam said as she cut the cauliflower into quarters. “What about you short stack?”

Damian bristled at the nickname.

“I am not short, I am the ideal size for stealth.” Damian added a sniff to add to the validity and aloofness of his statement.

To his dismay however he was met with a chorus of laughter and awwws.

“Okay then what should we call you? My name’s Sam!”

“I’m Tucker!”

“And I assume you know my name since you held a knife to my throat lol”

This was not ideal. The goal of this was to scope out Daniel’s allies while instilling fear so that he stops his snooping.

That was the goal.

Not to eat food that sounded delicious.

“My name is Damian Wayne. The blood son of Bruce Wayne and protector of the Wayne family name.”

“…”

“…”

“How very intense.” Danny remarked.

Damian smirked at this acknowledgment, not catching the amusement in Danny’s tone.

“Well Mr protector of the Wayne family name, can you peel potatoes?” Sam asked.

“Yes of course.”

Damian has never peeled potatoes in his life. He’s seen Alfred do it though so how hard could it be?

By the third potato Clark had run out of bandages. Despite his determination to finish his duty was confiscated.

“At this rate the dish won’t be vegan anymore!” Sam teased as she expertly peeled the remaining potatoes.

“Don’t worry man you’ll get a handle on your knife skills!” Tucker said in an attempt to soften the blow.

This comment did quite the contrary.

“My knife skills are superb! My own mother practically trained me since birth to wield a blade! Grayson also complimented my proficiency after I nearly beat him in a sparring match! How dare you imply a lack of skill!”

Damian’s outburst was met with silence and he immediately realized he had said too much.

“Trained since birth?” Sam echoed with concern etched in her face.

“You had to fight Grayson? Like Dick Grayson?” Danny said slowly approaching the boy.

Damian’s face began to resemble a tomato. His temper had gotten the better of him! What about these people made him forget all his interrogation training?

“I… no!” He said shielding his face from their prying gazes.

“That was a lie! I have never held a sword!”

“THEY GAVE YOU SWORDS?!?” They all asked in unison.

“NO!”

The silence hung thick in the air. The only thing that cut through it was Damian’s stomach growling.

This was beyond embarrassing.

“We should just finish this. Damian signed up for gnocchi not an interrogation.” Sam said, causing the boy to sigh with relief.

They returned to their work and the previously easy tone. Complaining about the five page essay they had to write the class of one Mr. Lancer.

“Dude I cannot even begin to understand what he means by ‘the wallpaper represents Amelia’ it’s wallpaper!” Danny began.

“That I understood.” Sam began. “During the time this was written green wallpaper was colored with arsenic. Specifically this was the time where people knew it was poisonous but still used it anyway.”

“What does that have to do with Amelia purposefully destroying all of her relationships?” Tucker said incredulously.

“…”

“…”

“Oh.”

Todd would have gotten a kick out of this conversation.

They finished rather quickly. Setting the table with six place settings.

Damian looked at them quizzically until the front door opened.

“SURPRISE!”

“Oh!” Clark exclaimed startling back into the doorframe.

Damian knew that was a fake reaction. Kent could smell cookies baking in Utah from L.A.

“These are my friends Tucker and Sam! Also we made a thank you dinner for being so nice and welcoming to me and my sister.” Danny finished his sentence rather sheepishly.

“Awww! Thank you so so much! I’m sure it will be great!” Clark said with one of the brightest smiles Damian had seen in his whole life.

Damian had made a very good decision about staying. The meal was very good. Maybe because he felt pride in being a part of making it.

He yawned. No good. His guard was far too low. At this rate he will never intimidate Daniel. He blinked for perhaps a bit to long for the next moment he found himself in his own bed at the manor.

Father must have come to get him.

Curses!

Next time Daniel.

You will rue…

The day…

His eyelids slid shut once more.

@bushbees

[dear-yandere]

I was rereading your blog and lemme tell you, your Protective Shuu fic was amazing and I loved it 💕. Can I have a scenario where Shuu sees one of his brothers trying to suck y/n’s blood? Thank you so much 😊

Thanks my love! I hope you don’t mind, I wrote headcanons instead.

tw. blood.

Shuu Sakamaki

★ In search of rest, Shuu had closed his eyes for only a few moments, figuring you weren’t stupid enough to get yourself in trouble for a few minutes.  Oh how wrong he was and he had no one to blame but himself. How did he lose you in the blink of an eye? You were like a newborn kitten that needed constant attention, and now he couldn’t even provide that much because you were nowhere to be found. His patience and self-restraint was wearing dangerously thin, his worry growing marginally stronger each moment you were missing.

★ He scoured the entire manor, even going so far as to ask some of his brothers about your whereabouts… only to realize they were useless. No one paid much attention to you unless they wanted to feed, and the only person he had yet to ask was…

★ No. No, no, no. Please let him be wrong. Please let it be anyone but him.

★ When Shuu’s eyes landed on the sight before him, he felt everything come crashing down in droves of fragile, dangerous glass. Reiji’s fangs were lodged deep into the nape of your neck, mercilessly tearing at your delicate flesh as blood pooled in the crevice of your collarbone and stained your blouse.

★ Shuu can only feel blind rage at this point – at his brothers for not realizing something was wrong, at Reiji for being the asshole he is, at himself for not protecting you like he swore he would.

★ Being the stronger vampire, Shuu easily throws Reiji off of you and teleports your weak body from the room, not bothering to spare a glance to his meddlesome and sadistic brother. He knew Reiji had only done such a thing to get under Shuu’s skin –  to threaten to ruin the elder’s life, like he’s done before with Shuu’s childhood friend Edgar. Reiji knows losing you would only destroy Shuu.

★ By the time your mind is able to orient itself long enough to realize you’re no longer in danger, pints of blood drawn from your body without consent – you felt utterly lost, like a lamb that had escaped the slaughterhouse, but nonetheless grateful.

★ “This is all your fault.” Of course he pins the blame on you to make himself feel less guilty, but you knew better. He doesn’t face you, doesn’t make eye contact lest you see the anger in his eyes and blood that overflowed from the lips he bit to keep his screams at bay.

★ “W…w-what hap…pened?” You grabbed his shoulder for balance, knees threatening to give out from the way he’d set you down so quickly despite your lack of strength. He wanted to growl and shake you off, tell you that nothing good ever happens with you around, that you were nothing more than a nuisance that deserved to be sucked dry– but he couldn’t. Not to you.

★ You could hardly think, could hardly formulate words much less see the man before you. All you felt was an unfamiliar, gentle touch uncharacteristic of your protector, his fingers touching you as if you were a precious piece of art that could break under the slightest of pressures. Is this really Shuu? You hardly have the energy to open your mouth to ask what’s wrong, but the gentle whimper he let out when you closed your eyes far too long for his liking was enough to confirm his identity. He was worried – there was no escaping it.

★ Shuu is stressed beyond compare. What is he supposed to do? It’s not like there’s a doctor around, much less one that won’t ask too many questions. All he can do is hold you and gently sway you in his arms while pushing his self-destructive thoughts to the back of his head.

★ “Just…just go to sleep.” came his weirdly gentle voice as his fingers laid themselves over your eyes, forcing your eyelids to droop. You hummed in confusion, to which he hushed you in a faintly soothing voice, his grip around your body tightening and letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you go until you did what he said.

★ It’s only when you finally fall asleep that he allows his body to relax. Rest will help replenish your lost blood, at least. While you sleep soundly in his arms, all he can think about is how he can’t let you out of his sight again – how he can’t let you near his brothers again. This was the final straw – Shuu’s breaking point. By the time you awake, you’ll find yourself still in Shuu’s arms, but far from the Sakamaki estate. He won’t let you go back – he can’t. It’s much safer in this coven only he knows about – it’s much safer with him always by your side.