Title: The Head Boy and the First Year
Pairing: Gen Dick & Damian
Warning: mention of Bruce’s canon character ‘death’
Summary: Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, cunning and ambitious was put in the wrong house.
Note: Hogwarts AU.
This was the third night in a row since opening ceremonies. The boy sat cross legged leaning against the cold damp wall of the dungeon watching with silent hateful eyes as the Slytherin students popped back in before curfew. He was small, black haired, blue eyed. He wore expensive robes, but his tie was missing as well as his uniform’s vest. There was no indication of his proper house, but everyone knew who he was and where he belonged.
Nooooooooo I’m so sad now poor babies I love this please continue a tiny bit if possible *melts on the floor*
Verse: Lent Drabbles pt five: March 9th
A/N: for varevare who asked for
"damitim decorating a house?"
Sorry it’s so short…
“Are you ready Beloved? We can re-schedule-”
“No, I… I have to do this, it’s time I moved on; and we need somewhere to live.” Tim good a deep breath as he squared his gaze on the old Drake mansion: their new house. Just for the two of them and God if that didn’t sound absolutely amazing.
It was perfect really, the tunnel still connected them to the cave, and they weren’t that far away from the manor; it was their own space. He broke into a smile, took his husband’s hand and walked towards their new home.
“Timothy I believe we have left the paint in the car…”
Tim blushed. Oh yeah.
They burst into laughter, it was so nice to be able to share moments like this one. More often than not people were alway reminding them of the rocky start to their relationship; never mind that Damian had apologised again and again for trying to kill him and Tim had asked forgiveness for the hitlist thing so many times now he had lost count.
It had taken Dick bursting into a rendition of “Let it go” at the Tower for the team to get over it; and yet here they were. The perfect couple. Decorating a house and everything.
awwwww so sweet ;w; thank you so much!
Ugh instead of an english class my mother wants me to work on a church
Yeah the exact same thing
Unbetaed, I’m half asleep and the screen looks blurry fic.
"You look like shit, kid."