Reíros de los anuncios todo lo que queráis, pero aquí estoy comiéndome el salchichón a escondidas de mi madre.
/|\^._.^/|\ and ⋛⋋(°⊝°)⋌⋚
Anonymous said: Dd (romatic or platonic). Dick is drunk and affectionate. (Maybe side jealous Jason? Or laughing his ass off in the corner while Damian glares daggers at him Jason.)
notes: I’m picturing this in my auto shop au
Damian rolled his eyes as his brother wrapped an arm around him, pulling him tightly against Dick’s side. The younger brother kept a firm grip on Jason’s hand, trying not to let the older man pull him across both himself and Kory.
"I remember-" Dick paused to turn his head and grin when Kory snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. He leaned over, pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then turned his attention back to his younger brother. "I remember when you were little- You’d never let me get away with this," he slurred. His grin grew wider, flashing a smile that was all teeth and surely was what had Roy and Kory fall for him.
(prompts closed; three sentence fic requests open)
Title: Need Not Be Said
Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne
Pairing: Dickdami, though could be a bit gen too? I dunno.
A/N: Another one of those instances where I probably didn’t follow the prompt at all, and just started writing words down. I like to imagine that Dick and Damian have this thing where they don’t tell each other things because they just know? Also, slow burns are pretty great. There’s a lot of implications of feelings and emotions here, is what I’m trying to say.
Basically, this probably sucks. If anything, just a bunch of vignettes of the two working together as partners after a long time and being content in each other’s presence. Damian is roughly 22 or older. Dick’s whatever. Nightwing remained in his blue digs, Damian’s is the Chicago-red version.
Verse: Art School AU
Notes: you think I had given up on this well you’re wrong I’m just a slow ass motherfucker sorry about that
Damian’s throat went dry the moment he saw Tim. It was preposterous, but he seemed to have forgotten what Tim looked like. The shock that Tim’s features caused him hadn’t lost any of the strength from the first day.
However, the situation was even worse than their two previous interactions. Not only had his dog -stupid affectionate dog that Damian never had the heart to teach some discipline to- attacked him, Damian himself looked like he had just crawled out of a hole. That was usually Todd’s look.
Maybe Tim would like that. He did seem to like Todd more than he liked Damian himself.