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Marauders x Stranger Things || AO3 || Timelapse

*heavy rain downpour*

Damian: -my point is, gothamites are completely delusional when it comes to their pride in being from Gotham. you weirdos are way too smug about being from this shithole of a city and it comes off like that arrogant family with no shame that thought being from the south effected their personality.

Dick, confused: ...arrogant family from the south?

Jason: no shame-? do you fucking mean the family from the TV show Shameless? set on the south side of Chigaco?

Damian: yes.

Dick: *wheeze* arrogant family with no shame from the south-!

Jason: who the fuck let this child watch Shameless!? that show is so inappropriate! Robin, what the fuck?!

Damian, dry: Red Robin watches it while i'm in the room. and how can watching anything on that ridiculous television show be worse than what i witness on a nightly basis as Robin?

*pause*

Jason: ...alright fine but i'm still pissed at Red. that fucker's supposed to be a responsible uncle to you.

Dick: did you just say 'uncle'?

Jason, cutting him off: fucking- *frustrated* OK. i cannot see in this fuckass rain, i swear to god i'm going to install a windshield wiper onto the front of this helmet.

Damian: *hum* yes, Nightwing and I have been ducked under a restaurant overhang for the past ten minutes waiting for the worst to subside. a waiter brought us a bread basket.

*water splashing*

Jason: see, Batman didn't offer any of us any fucking consolation bread. he just looked at the weather report and went 'huh, neat, how about that', and then pointed us in the direction of our suits and fucked off to go do his indoor stakeout.

Damian, mournfully: i wish i was as pathetic as Red Robin. then maybe i could break a leg every now and then and get out of patrolling in bad weather...

Dick: are we not going to go back to Hood calling Red Robin your-

Jason: *yelp* *harsh smack* *metal clang* FUCK.

*a beat, Jason groaning lowly*

Damian, solemnly: man down.

Jason: this fucking rain makes these stupid fucking fire escapes so FUCKING slippery,

Dick: are you hurt? do you need us to come help with anything?

Damian: Nightwing, i understand you care for your brother, but please do not make me go back out into the wet to help him. i have a backup dad, it's fine if we lose this one to the elements.

Jason: ok seriously fuck you Damian-,

Dick, exasperated: -wHAT DO YOU MEAN, BACKUP DAD? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Jason, dead serious: kid let me tell you, if he snitches to B about this, i will kill myself in front of you.

Dick: ok- one, you two really need to stop talking about us all like we aren't in front of you when we are. two; how dare you. i have never snitched to B on anything in my life. that's the first rule in the batkid code and i wrote that damn manual.

*a beat of quiet*

*pattering of rain*

Damian: *loud crunch of a breadstick*

Jason: alright. at least i'm already laying down for it.

Damian, judgemental: you haven't gotten up yet-?

Dick: what is it?

Damian: ...the Red Hood is my Father.

*a beat*

Dick: aha, no.

Jason: *snort* *airily* ah, the first stage of grief.

Dick: you two lie all the time, this is just sloppy. plus, you've already lied to B about being Robin's dad, so. you can't recycle old shit.

Jason: mhm, mhm, mhm, and i usually would agree with you wing-ding m'boy, i would... except i never lied about being Robin's father. i just lied about sleeping with Talia to freak B out and piss her off.

Damian: yes... and while that was a lie, the fact that Hood is of biological paternal relation to me is entirely truthful. that's why Batman's blood tests came up as positive. they both, technically, are direct ancestors to me and thus contributory to my development.

Jason: you know you don't have to use that many scientific words, you can just say you have my eyes.

Damian: it is the result of the biological experimentation that occurred around my birth and throughout my early childhood, Nightwing. we are not lying.

*silence*

*more silence*

Damian: Hood. he's just staring at me. what do i do.

Jason, whining: man, we should have waited until later when we met up, i wanted to see this!

*distant mew*

Jason: oh fuck, a cat. *cat impression* mrow,

Dick: you... Robin... *stage-whispering, audibly tearful* are you- are you saying you're my biological nephew?

Damian: w-

*abrupt pause*

Damian: um.

Damian: i mean- i mean no,

Jason, baffled: -dude you know me and you aren't related, right?

Dick: so you- so you have two dads?! Batman and Red Hood?!

Damian: yes. and please keep saying that exact sentence in public because the misleading wording will no doubt lead to some wonderful civilian speculation.

Jason: hold on- no, no no NO, no public anything--B still doesn't know and he will continue to not know, because i am not fucking dealing with that man attempting to co-parent with me. i'll stick with being the undercover secret dad that acts like a brother 90% of the time, thank you very much.

*silence*

Damian: he is still staring at me.

Dick, whispering: i'm just- oh my god you're my baby brother and my nephew. oh my god.

Damian: you understand this changes nothing about our relationship in any way, right?

Dick: can i be godfather?

Damian: what.

Jason: mmm, i think you have to arm wrestle Tim for it? i dunno, i haven't put anything about it in my will yet.

Damian: what- Hood!

Jason: hey, if i die i need to know that i'm not leaving you with just B, habibi. i need to have a backup secret-dad in place for you.

Damian: what is wrong with this family-

Dick, in awe: i have a nephew.

*faint bell chime, door swinging*

*inaudible mumbles*

Damian: oh, thank you. yes, the bread is delicious.

*more mumbles, slightly hesitant*

Damian: ...no, Nightwing is fine. i can assure you,

*more mumbles*

Damian: ...because he just remembered he's gluten free. actually- do you have an epipen?

Jason: *abrupt cackle*

Dick, snapping back to himself and dropping his voice by at least three octaves: Robin- stop trying to stab me with random needles.

Damian, defensive: it is a proven method of snapping somebody out of shock!

Dick: just because- *voice lowering, furious whispering* just because you're Hood's son doesn't mean you have to act like him!

Jason, observationally: i raised that boy so well.

*distant meow*

Sirius pushed the bedroom door shut behind him and immediately began loosening his tie. The summer heat lingered even after sunset, and after spending most of the afternoon being paraded through one of his mother's dreadful social gatherings, all he wanted was to change clothes and collapse into bed.

Instead, he found Regulus sprawled across said bed like he owned it.

Regulus looked up from the book resting in his lap, entirely unbothered by Sirius' presence.

"I'm also wearing your sweats and eating your chocolates."

Sirius stopped mid-step.

His eyes flicked down to the familiar grey sweatpants hanging off Regulus' hips before moving to the open chocolate bag resting beside him.

Slowly, he crossed the room and snatched the bag from the mattress.

It was empty.

"Okay, first off, those are my favorite pajamas." He shook the bag. "Second, don't touch my shit."

A faint smirk tugged at Regulus' mouth.

"You weren't eating them."

"That's hardly the point."

Regulus returned to his book while Sirius continued grumbling under his breath and rifling through his dresser for fresh clothes.

Once he'd changed, Sirius tossed his discarded shirt onto a chair and flopped dramatically onto the bed beside his brother.

"I'll ask again. Why are you in my room?"

The question lingered in the air for a moment.

Regulus stared at the page he was reading a little too long before finally closing the book and setting it aside.

"What do you think of Potter?"

Sirius blinked.

"Potter?"

"Mm."

"As in James Potter?"

Regulus nodded.

Sirius stared.

Of all the questions he'd expected, that hadn't even made the list.

"He's my best mate."

"I know."

"Then why are you asking?"

Regulus shifted slightly against the headboard, suddenly finding a loose thread in Sirius' comforter incredibly interesting.

"No, I mean..." He paused. "What kind of person is he?"

Sirius' brows rose.

Slowly.

Then higher.

The faint flush spreading across Regulus' neck answered the question before Sirius could even ask it.

"Oh."

Regulus immediately looked annoyed.

"Don't."

"Ohh."

"Sirius."

The grin spreading across Sirius' face became impossible to suppress.

"Regulus Black."

"Don't make this weird."

"I'm not making it weird. You're making it weird."

Regulus groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

For a moment Sirius thought he might simply leave.

Instead, Regulus took a breath and forced the words out.

"He asked me out."

The grin vanished.

"What?"

Regulus looked thoroughly miserable now.

"He asked if I'd meet him in Diagon Alley next week."

Sirius continued staring.

"A proper date."

For several seconds the only sound in the room was the distant ticking of the grandfather clock somewhere downstairs.

"You said yes?"

"No."

Sirius frowned.

"You said no?"

"I said I'd think about it."

"Oh."

Regulus picked at the comforter again.

"He said to take my time."

That sounded exactly like James.

Sirius fell back against the pillows, processing the information.

His best friend had apparently asked out his younger brother.

His younger brother was apparently considering it.

Somehow, neither of them had mentioned this to him.

Honestly, he wasn't sure whether to be offended or impressed.

"So?" Regulus finally asked.

Sirius turned his head toward him.

"So what?"

"What do you think?"

The nervousness in his voice was subtle, but Sirius caught it immediately.

For all their bickering, Regulus rarely asked for anyone's opinion. When he did, it usually meant he genuinely cared about the answer.

Sirius considered the question for a moment.

"I think he's a dumbass."

Regulus snorted.

"Helpful."

"No, seriously. He's probably the stupidest smart person I've ever met."

"Stupider than you?"

"That's incredibly rude."

Regulus smiled despite himself.

Sirius shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow.

"He's thoughtful, though. More than people give him credit for. He notices things."

He thought of countless late nights in Gryffindor Tower, of James somehow knowing when one of them was having a bad day before they'd said a word.

"He's impulsive. Reckless. Sometimes his mouth moves faster than his brain. He's got a massive ego and enough confidence for three people."

Regulus hummed.

That all sounded fairly accurate.

"But he's kind."

The teasing had disappeared from Sirius' voice.

"He cares about people. Sometimes too much. And once he decides someone matters to him..." Sirius shrugged. "That's it. You're stuck with him."

The room fell quiet.

Regulus looked down at his hands.

Sirius watched him for a moment before nudging his shoulder.

"Ask me whatever you want."

Regulus glanced over.

"About James."

Sirius settled deeper into the mattress.

"I've known him for years. If you're actually considering this, you may as well get the full briefing."

For the first time since Sirius had walked into the room, Regulus laughed.

[DC Comics] another art dump!

First one is a collab redraw of a panel from the yj 80 page special! I did the sketch and lines and @ghostiiest did the amazing colors!

Second one is also inspired by the same issue, the next two are from the first (?) issue of yj98, and the fifth image takes the dialogue from worlds finest three (1996). Then some bonus doodles :)

We're opening sign-ups a few days early! This is our 7th round, so you might already know how this works, but here are the basics:

🍍 write any AU in no more than 5k

🍍 it's an AU if you say it is

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Because now I’m wondering how this might be affected by the fact that that’s probably how Michael died

Let's do it anyway.

To Will, drowning is a link to his brother, a way to follow in his footsteps one last time. Depending on how you hc him, he could have the shittiest opinion of himself ever, so maybe he doesn't even consider that he might make it Elysium where Michael has obviously made it, and instead will hit Asphodel. Complete bullshit of course, but to him it's a reasurring thought that even if he won't meet his brother in death, he'll be with him just before it. The idea of him hallucinating flashes of his brother's face in the water beside him, or open arms outstretched from below, as if to catch him when he falls.

[DC] Still don’t know my name 🎵