Harry Potter Drabble.

Harry Potter drabble.

Wolfstar pining.

Cross-posted on AO3

Remus Lupin sat in the Gryffindor common room, a book in his hands but his mind far away. He couldn't concentrate on the words on the page, his thoughts consumed by a certain messy-haired boy with twinkling eyes and a mischievous smile.

Sirius Black.

They had been friends since their first year at Hogwarts, but lately Remus had been feeling something more than friendship towards Sirius. He couldn't deny the way his heart raced whenever Sirius was near, or the way his stomach fluttered when Sirius flashed him a grin.

But Remus knew he couldn't act on his feelings. He was a werewolf, an outcast, and he didn't want to burden Sirius. After all, he and James and Peter had already done so much for him. asking for more would be selfish. So he kept his feelings hidden, buried deep inside where no one could see them.

"Hey, Moony," Sirius said, plopping down on the couch next to Remus. "What are you reading?"

Remus glanced down at the book in his hands, realizing he hadn't even turned a page since Sirius had sat down. "Oh, just some Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook," he mumbled.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You know, you don't have to pretend to be studying all the time. We're in our seventh year, Moony. Live a little."

Remus couldn't help but smile at Sirius's easygoing nature. He was always so carefree, so full of life. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him.

"Maybe you're right," Remus said, closing the book and setting it aside. "What do you suggest we do instead?"

Sirius grinned mischievously. "I have an idea. Follow me."

Remus followed Sirius out of the common room and down the winding corridors of Hogwarts, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls. They finally came to a stop in front of a tapestry depicting a group of dancing trolls.

"Watch this," Sirius said, pulling out his wand and tapping the tapestry. The trolls suddenly came to life, dancing and twirling around in a lively jig.

Remus couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Sirius always knew how to make him smile, even in the darkest of times, like after a particularly bad moon.

As the trolls continued their dance, Sirius turned to Remus with a twinkle in his eye. "You know, Moony, I've been meaning to tell you something."

Remus's heart skipped a beat. Was this it? Was Sirius finally going to confess his feelings?

"I... I think you're the best friend I've ever had," Sirius said, his voice soft and sincere. "I don't know what I would do without you, Moony."

Remus felt a pang of disappointment at Sirius's words, then immediately felt guilty. Sirius hadn't done anything wrong. He had hoped for something more, something deeper. But he pushed those feelings aside, plastering a smile on his face. It was selfish to want anything else.

"I feel the same way, Padfoot," Remus said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart. "You're my best friend too."

Sirius grinned, pulling Remus into a tight hug. "I'm glad we're on the same page, Moony. Now, let's go cause some more mischief, shall we?"

And as they walked back to the Gryffindor common room, Remus couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship he shared with Sirius. Maybe one day, he would find the courage to tell Sirius how he truly felt. But for now, he was content to bask in the warmth of their friendship, knowing that Sirius would always be by his side, no matter what.

Talia is holding Damian and she introduces him to Dick.

"That's your brother, Damian."

Damian does not really know what a brother is, but Dick does, and he's always wanted a little baby brother to dote on and hug and teach.

At first, Dick is a little apprehensive, because even though he's been introduced as Damian's brother, he feels like he might be replaced.

Then, one day, he's doing cartwheels across the huge lawn of Wayne Manor, and Damian comes outside. Dick doesn't notice him at first, but after he's done with a series of cartwheels and stands up, and he sees Damian, a tiny little four-year-old, trying to copy him and getting frustrated when he keeps failing and falling on his butt.

Dick helps him with the cartwheels and that is the day that he starts to really see Damian as his brother and that is the day that Dick becomes Damian's favorite person in the world.

Additionally, the Joker mysteriously dies two weeks after the Al Ghuls arrive in Gotham. Bruce looks over at Talia suspiciously over dinner that night, but he can't prove anything, so he goes back to his mashed potatoes without a word.

Tim and Damian hit it off at a gala and Talia notices the small signs of neglect that the kid is showing. She does a bit of digging and finds the horrible parent situation, remembering exactly what happened to Tim in her previous timeline.

Jason joins the family as usual, through the stealing of the Batmobile's tires, and Talia makes sure that he never ends up in the Lazarus Pits.

Bonus points if Selina, Talia, Harley, Babs, and Ivy meet up every few weeks to just chat about things.

Taila goes back in time 

She goes back in time to when Damian is about 4. He has just started lessons. Talia is back for about a week. She knows she should tell her father but something is holding her back. it's when she goes to see Damian and overhears him trying to muffle his cries in his bedroom that she thinks about doing something else. 

She remembers seeing her son thriving with his father. Comfortable seeking out comfort with his siblings and being a child. She thought of it as a weakness at that point but when she hears his cries she realizes that she does not want him to go back to the cold and angry child he was.

She's not being watched as there is nothing that could preemptive her to leave that her father knows of so she has an easy time being able to contact Bruce. She gets Damien ready and says it's very important training and not to tell anyone. She does not tell Bruce Why she contacted him, so he is expecting some sort of plot or her giving him information on one of her enemies, not a son. 

She shows up to the meeting rattled.  She tries to get a gauge of his feelings towards her at the moment and is very pleasantly surprised when he is defensive but not hostile. Bruce notices that she's rattled and gets very concerned. 

She then brings out Damien. He shocked and is expecting her to make an ultimatum when she blurts out she wants them to leave.  it catches him completely off guard because every time he mentioned her leaving she made it sound like it was a foolish idea.

He agrees to take her back with him and to protect her from her father. she does not tell him about the time travel but she does tell him about what made her want to leave. Using it to appeal to his empathetic side as to let her stay with him. She does not realize that he had no plans of separating her from her son.

Dick is about 14. He is very on edge and scared of his place at the Manor. his father figure just came back with a blood son and the mom. Dick is inspecting to be regaled to the background or kicked out. Talia is the one to reassure him accidentally when he comes to see Damien and she calls them siblings. She knew him as her son's favorite brother obviously she's going to refer to them as siblings.

It's smut. IDK what to tell you.

When you wake up at 1 am with the burning desire to write but no actual ideas

Yay part four the Silence of the Robin's.

Pretty angsty NGL

DC SHORT FIC : DAMIJON ANGST

It is dark when Jon holds him for the last time.

The dusk is deepening into twilit night, sky bruising purple like his love’s skin, darkness snuffing out the light in his emerald eyes, the ones that always mesmerized Jon to no end. 

He would stare at them for hours if he could, hands clasped together and time frozen at a standstill, infinity in perfect, flawless viridian.

He never realized how much emotion was in Damian’s eyes until it was gone, a spark destroyed, overtaken by too much shadow, not enough life left. The crystal clarity, sharp and cutting, analyzing him, is gone, a glazed expression to move no more.

Jon raises a hand to Damian’s face. He sweeps back a lock of hair that has fallen across his cheek, a brushstroke of ebony so similar to the ones he uses to shape faces on canvas. It’s soft, he realizes. Soft, and Jon leans down, burying his face in the space between his best friend’s neck and shoulder. Damian smells like dirt and blood and smoke and fire, but underneath there is an undercurrent of the shampoo he used this morning before they suited up and left for this mission. It’s Jon’s shampoo that Damian had taken a liking to. 

He wants to cry. To rage and scream and destroy, because what is the point of living if his love is dead, if the only one he’s ever truly needed, the only one who’d never leave him, is gone, gone to the one place Jon cannot reach, no matter how far or fast he flies.

His ears are ringing. He doesn’t know why. He’s invulnerable, after all.

Jon holds him close, like he did when they were young, Robin and Superboy, like he did when they were teenagers, Damian and Jon, like he does now, Batman and Superman, two halves of a whole, teammates and partners and best friends and lovers. Colleagues and roommates and supporters of each other. Sweethearts and admirers, paramours and beloveds. 

He holds him tight, a hug like the ones they give each other before they leave for patrol and an embrace like the ones when they reunite again. Like the ones he gave at sleepovers and on long stakeouts, beach days and picnics in the Metropolis Parks because Gotham was too dangerous for a date as civilians.

Jon kisses bloodstained lips and watches emerald fade, and then he stands up. 

He leaves his beloved’s side and he runs towards the enemy, a war cry to rival his father’s falling from his lips as tears carve tracks on bloody, muddy cheeks. 

The enemy falls. 

A green spear is thrown as he does, finding its target just a little off,  in a stomach instead of a heart. 

Jon goes back to Damian. The green of the glowing Kryptonite looks like his love’s eyes, and he smiles, a broken, ugly, beautiful thing. 

He pulls it out of his stomach and tosses it aside with human strength. He holds Damian as twilight fades to midnight, and the light is taken from electric, unnatural blue. 

Their families will find them, in the wee hours of the morning, and they will cry and scream and wail. 

It is of no avail, Fate and Death long run their course.

Before they leave, as Fate calls to her partner of eons, Death will raise their hand to their face and place something in the palm of the lover’s hands, an apology of sorts for two lives, two souls so perfect for each other, cut short.

None of their families will see the pearl, hidden in their intertwined hands. None but an Amazon. She will pluck the pearl from the pair and place it somewhere hidden, somewhere safe. Death does not cry for just anyone, after all.