grayson

GRAYSON. 19 years old. He/Xe/It.

REQUESTS: OPEN.

fandoms and characters I write for.

before you request/rules.

masterlist.

Start of the Sandman x Male reader/oc (no use of names other than mythological titles) that I'm working on! It's situated in the comic starting on #42 (p sure it's that issue at least).

Wanted to post the whole thing on Tuesday October 11th cus it was my birthday but I didn't get to finish it :( so Enjoy a small peek!! It'll be also posted on ao3 I think lol. Very soon!! And I Will finish this one.

(Wip, not beta read.)

The Sandman.

the walking dead.

DC (ask for specifics, I can write abt characters idk if you're willing to wait for me to research), DCAMU, young justice.

MCU (ask for specifics)

batfamily. several medias.

criminal minds up to s9.

harry potter, slight preference for marauders era.

IT. 90', 2017, book.

stranger things.

sherlock.

teen wolf.

the umbrella academy.

while I exclusively write male!character x male!reader, I am open to write platonic pieces for characters of any gender.

this blog is for everyone, as long as you're not weird I don't care if you interact with my content, whoever you are.

however do not follow me if you're a proshipper or into batcest, ur weird!

english isn't my first language, there might be errors in my content, please let me know. I'm okay with being corrected in anything I write as long as you're not a dick about it

I take requests but if yours doesn't inspire I will not write it. This is a hobby, I rather do it while I also enjoy it. If it isn't being written, I will let you know right away. If not, please be patient while I write it.

I use the block button freely, if someone's content makes me uncomfortable or I'm not interested and it keeps showing on the tags I frequent, I block them to not see it. It's nothing personal.

request specific

It might not be explicit or even important to the plot but most, if not all, of my readers works are about a trans and/or autistic reader. I am both and a lot of what I write is from my own experiences, and I started this blog because I wanted to read more stuff I could relate to.

I do not write nsfw.

I do not write RPF.

I do not write abuse, incest, rape or any mature themes in any way that romanticizes them. I'm okay with writing past traumatic events and I most probably will, I'm a sucker for angst after all. I will try to tag everything properly.

I might decline requests about some disabilities that I do not experience as I don't wish to impose myself on spaces I'm not supposed to be or write them inaccurately.

DC

BATFAMILY:

Hard Times

JASON TODD:

Not The Same

DAMIAN WAYNE:

I Won't Say

Meeting the Family

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid:

Damian Wayne x Male!Reader

requested

I'm not too knowledgeable on titans comics besides the way older ones so I used the lineup from the animated universe? Hope this is fine!

Everyone was in the big living room. Raven was sitting on the couch alone, reading a book with earphones on. Gar and Jaime were jumping around and annoying Damian. Kory and Dick were in their little corner, whispering in each other’s ears and giggling.

Y/N was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch, books and notebooks were scattered around the small table. Words and numbers flew around on the pages as he tried to focus on them. He knew he had to be quicker. The homework was due in a few hours and this was the first break he had free since it had been assigned. Apparently, villains aren’t considerate enough to leave teenage heroes’ time for homework.

All the surrounding noise wasn’t helping, either. He could faintly hear the music coming out Of Raven’s earphones and Starfire’s laughs. Gar’s screams of joy and Jaime trying to stop him, their shoes against the floor. Damian’s complaining and the toaster going off, the TV turned on for no reason, the scrapping of the pen against the paper, his irregular breathing.

He was regretting accepting Dick’s invitation to spend family time.

Cold hands on his back disrupted him from zoning out. Turning around, he found worry where he never thought he would: Damian’s eyes. It was the first time he had seen the boy showing anything other than annoyance or one of his triumphant smiles when sparring. It was new.

While Damian’s social skills were lacking, he was very perceptive, and he could tell how one was feeling with one of his not-so-subtle looks. Still, it always surprised him when the boy acted on his knowledge.

It’s not like he and Damian were extremely close, sure they interacted daily and had excellent teamwork, but they just never had the opportunity to deepen the relationship, as much as he hoped for it to happen.

Robin’s hand raised from resting on his side, holding it out for the boy to take it. The other hand was still on his teammate’s back. Suddenly the room was silent, everyone’s eyes on them.

The stares felt even worse than the noise. It was embarrassing enough to be almost having a meltdown over homework in front of all of your friends, but now they were looking at him and Damian as if they grew new heads. He got it, really. The guy never seemed to care about others and now he was asking for his hands. It was weird. But the stares combined with the silence didn’t feel necessary.

So Y/N accepted the hand that, with surprising strength, helped him stand and, without a word, led him out of the room.

They kept walking down the hallway to the dorms area. Damian’s determined walk was reassuring when he felt so lost in himself. The new silence was far more comfortable and the warming up of their hands distracted him enough to not think about the fact it was Damian Wayne, the son of Batman and heir to the demon, who was caring about him.

In his bedroom, their hands fell apart. He felt a bit disappointed as what was grounding him was gone. As he sat on the bed, he looked up once again, calmer than before. Damian avoided his eyes, and he secretly hoped it was shyness.

“You should be more aware of your limits,” he said, obvious. “How can we trust you’re capable on the field if you can’t tell when it’s time to quit?”

Damian Wayne x Male! Reader.

don't normally write romantically abt Damian cus He's 14 and Its weird but I owed this to anon. Just keep that in mind!

there's a small misgendering part but it's more of a "I wrongly assumed my brother was straight" way than transphobic.

“I believe Master Damian has something to say,” Alfred interrupted the conversation, after seeing the doubtful eyes of the young man. The entire table stopped and looked directly at Damian, who was trying to remain calm.

“Yes. Thank you, Alfred,” said the boy, his voice cracking slightly and hands shaking. He truly hated not being in control of his emotions and was thankful no one had teased him about his demeanor yet. If they did, he would have lied and pretended they were crazy for implying Someone Like Him could ever feel nervous at a gathering. “I would like to introduce you all to the person I’m involved with next week,” he confessed finally.

Everyone was too surprised to speak, and for a few seconds, Damian regretted even thinking about the possibility of his partner meeting his family.

The first one to react was Dick, who, with a smile and thumbs-up, agreed to be there and let Barbara know, too. In front of him, Cass shot him a warm smile, one they both knew was comfort. Tim kept eating his meal, surprise in his eyes, while Stephanie was giggling. Duke’s hand touched his shoulder in support for a second.

Jason exploded in laughs, “Little man got himself a girlfriend? I gotta see this.”

Damian wanted to correct his brother but words weren’t able to come out: there was one last person who needed to react to the petition and he was the one the boy was more nervous about.

Bruce Wayne, who sat at the head of the table, had said nothing since Alfred’s comment. His gaze was lost somewhere, deep in thought and frowning.

Sweating off a need for approval and with yet another crack of his voice, he spoke. “What do you think, father?”

After being spoken to by his youngest son, Bruce turned to him and grinned. “Of course, son. I would love to meet her.”

...

“So you didn’t tell him,” he said with a hint of a smile. He wasn’t angry. He knew how hard it was for Damian to do this, and how much he was worried about his family’s approval.

“I’m sorry, beloved. Words just wouldn’t come out..”

“I get it, corazón,” he reassured. “They’ll love you forever, you know that, yes?”

“My father is pretty strict,” Damian spoke, hands shaking and breath quickening.

“Well, if he accepted Timothy and Cassandra, why wouldn’t he accept you?”

“They’re not like me. I’m supposed to be-“

“Legacy, yes,” the boy interrupted his wrecking boyfriend. “You’re more than that, though. I believe they will be okay if you’re not everything they expect you to be.”

“What if they’re not? What if I’m not?”

“Then I’ll be here,” Y/N whispered before leaving a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek and locking their hands together. “Let’s do this?”

Damian nodded and, without letting his partner’s hand go, he knocked on the door. Alfred opened immediately. Of course, he had seen them get there on the front camera. He had been waiting close to the door to get it once you two were ready. The butler greeted the guest with a smile that was reciprocated.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Pennyworth. Now I know who to thank for the best reheated meals I’ve ever stolen,” the boy spoke first, making the man laugh.

“My pleasure, Mr…,” he left room for the young man to answer.

“His name is Y/N,” Damian answered.

“Mr. Y/N, you may call me Alfred. You are part of the family now,” the man turned around and started walking, signaling the kids to follow him. “Come now, everyone is expecting you.”

Alfred pretended not to hear when Y/N whispered, “See? that wasn’t so bad.”

The dining room was as loud as ever, giggles coming from the younger side of the table while the older ones talked between them about unimportant stuff, all waiting for the youngest among them to show up. And just like last time, Alfred cleared his throat, making everyone look at him in silence. Right behind, following, they saw Damian Wayne and an unknown boy holding hands. The unfamiliar nervousness coming from the boy all of them had always known as the most confident was perplexing and, for some of them, even funny.

The new boy held up his free hand, waving. Dick quickly got up from his seat and walked to them, holding both boys in a firm embrace once close. With a big smile, he introduced himself and stole Damian’s boyfriend from his hands, holding him by the shoulders and leading him to the assigned seat between Dick and Barbara and in front of Damian.

Everyone introduced themselves politely, even Jason, who looked a bit confused and embarrassed. However, he was still a victim to the judgmental eyes of Cassandra Cain, who was trying to decipher the boy’s intentions. He knew this was going to happen, Damian had warned him. He shot her a smile.

Dinner was far from normal, Y/N quickly learned the family was too chaotic for its own good. Stephanie and Duke tried to start a food fight more than once, despite being shot a disapproving look from Bruce every time.. Dick and Barbara couldn’t stop talking about their new dog, Dick had taken out his wallet which had only two bills and several pictures of Hailey. He had placed them all on the table while Barbara told the boy what was happening when each of them was taken.

At some point in the night, Tim and Jason had started fighting and kicking each other under the table. Cassandra got up and walked to each of them to punch them in their arms, signaling to stop. The only silent people at the table were Alfred, Kate, Bruce, and Damian, who had taken his time to eat.

After desert and all the fighting, everyone moved to the living where some more serious talk took place. Everyone wanted to know more about Y/N, asking him about his family and relationship with Damian.

“Damian,” Bruce said softly, standing beside him in a corner of the room. He was looking at you from there, leaving you to meet the family on your own. “Can we talk in my office?”

The boy agreed, walking before his father to the room in question. Inside, he sat on the sofa in front of the desk while his father sat on the desk, looking down at him.

“Is everything alright, Father?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, father,” Damian whispered. “I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t..”

Bruce quickly understood. “I’m not like that, Son. You know that.”

He nodded, avoiding his father’s eyes. Bruce stood up, his hand traveled to Damian’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you, whoever you want to be.”

The youngest Wayne’s eyes quickly got up from the floor to look at the oldest, a new shine on them. He stood up just like his father had done seconds ago and, with a hopeful tone, he asked, “So it is fine?” Bruce smiled for the first time in the night. “I trust your judgment, son. If this boy is who you want to be with, then yes, it is fine with me.”

summary: trying to hold the golden child title is harder than it seems, it might take you on a path full of poor decisions.

TW drug addiction, overdosing (explicit), poorly written angst.

a/n: started this like a year ago, found the draft of half of it like a week ago, edited it and wrote the second half in like. The past 5 hours. Kinda vent-ish. The end sucks because I'm bad at them. also reader is black bat cus cass is batgirl Smile

Being the golden child of a family full of smart and brave people wasn’t the easiest thing to do, he had realized pretty early on his journey. But for years he had been trying hard enough to do so, and it was safe to say he was, at least, a little proud of himself.

He hadn’t stopped working hard ever since he started being aware of himself and the space he took in the family. He had been there for everyone in his family when they needed him, he’d been a straight As student, tried hard to be the perfect sidekick for Batman and perfect son for Bruce, all to make him proud, be an example for all of his siblings. Of course, being the second oldest was one of his biggest disadvantages. Dick had always been the actual perfect kid growing up. He was the first Robin everyone else looked up to and he had a heart of hold. He still tried.