#Da beetles filled with crimes

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BOO!

i love lovlie, he is so girlboss

i would (respectfully) hold her hand <3 (if she lets me, i mean) (im kind of scared of him)

i hope you are doing well! It sounds like the artblock is just kicking you while you're down, bwah!

Beetle waddles beetle waddles-

also thank you gamer! I am doin my best with my current predicament! Hopefully I will be better soon 👍✨🥄

Get out of here Robbie this isn’t about you-

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it was actually Jaime’s uncle in the trailer that called Batman a fascist! (pretty sure he’s not in the comics, tho im not caught up on jaime’s rebirth solo run)

I’m more familiar with the 2006 and New 52 Blue Beetle comics, in which Jaime isn’t shown interacting with his extended family too much (though in his new 52 run we meet his Abuela (Alberto’s mother) and in Graduation Day, we meet his Tias Gloria and Marisol (who i love very much)), so i’m more familiar with his parents, sister, and best friends that he’s known since he was in elementary school. I’m excited to see where the movie takes Jaime’s family, since he is in Palmera City in the movie and most of his comics take place in El Paso, Texas.

Also Brenda’s aunt, who took her in after calling out a hit on her father, is the head of the local mob, so she has a very nice house (until it’s destroyed lmao) that is filled with old books and artifacts and anything else that La Dama (Tia Amparo) thought was worth owning. Jason would love and hate that house at the same time. Like its filled with things that remind him of the Manor but also its filled with things that remind him of the Manor. He and Brenda would talk for a long time about academic stuff and various old books that Ti Amparo has, since Brenda graduated valedictorian of her class in high school and Jason was at the top of his class before he died, and i think he’d at least casually pick his academic studies back up, if only to beat Tim, who never graduated high school, or Dick, who never graduated college. Jaime would be watching them talk with heart eyes and Paco would be making fun of Jaime and absolutely kicking his ass in Mario Kart.

Paco also has a very large close knit family, and his mom is basically like another mom to Jaime, so Jason as to not only impress Jaime’s parents, but Brenda’s aunt and Paco’s mother and siblings. Paco’s younger sister would not like Jason, and I say that bc Jason has a larger chest than she does and she has a one sided crush on Jaime.

I think Jason would have less to worry about with impressing the various siblings that Jaime and Paco have between the two of them, since Jason spent time living on the streets and has younger siblings of his own (and is canonically really good with kids!) but impressing the parents and Tia Amparo? That’s a bit scarier for him, especially since he’s got some noticeable scars and was, yknow, the head of a crime organization for a while. And he’s from Gotham, which brings a whole slew of worries to the table

i also forgot to talk about Khaji Da at all in the ask! Khaji Da (in my head)(to Jaime)(in Jaime’s head) either sounds like Eric Lopez, who voiced both Jaime and Khaji Da in the YJ tv show, or some sort of futuristic beeps and trills like in brave and the bold that only Jaime seems to understand, since technically, the scarabs operate in Interlac, which is the language used by the Reach and is a sort of universal space language in some areas, since Lobo also speaks Interlac. To me, Jason can’t understand Khaji Da, can’t even hear them most of the time, but he is expertly good at discerning the topic of a conversation and what the scarab wants through Jaime’s side of the conversation. Jason is intimately familiar with having a voice in your head, since the Pit has a voice and speaks to him in his head. Jaime does the same for him, easily able to figure out what is going on in Jason’s head when Jason goes distant because he’s having a conversation with the sentient ooze that brought him back to consciousness.

you are also so right about Paco teasing Jaime relentlessly for the absolute unit of a boyfriend he managed to get. teasing is Paco’s love language, and unfortunately for Jaime, he is incredibly easy to tease

re: the jaime/jason thing

Paco would love Jason so much either that or he'd absolutely hate him and be suspicious from the beginning. either one. Brenda, i think, would like Jason well enough, but I think she'd get along better with Jason's siblings than Jason himself (im thinking Duke, Tim, or Cass). Traci, Jaime's ex, would want Jaime to be happy, even if thats not with her.

Bianca Reyes would adore Jason, and would try at every opportunity to feed him "proper" food. No shade to Alfred, but he's a rich person butler, not quite in tune with the normal folks. When Jason visits, he'll try to help out in the kitchen, and learn her recipes with her, but she'll try (to no avail) to kick him out because he is a guest. He'll end up helping out anyway, but Jaime will just sit at the counter and watch, a stupid smile on his face, which is good because it means Jaime won't mess anything up (unless asked to help with something) but also shows Bianca how much he really does love Jason.

Alberto Reyes would be a little more wary of Jason, since there are mob problems in El Paso that are decently prevalent in Jaime's original solo run and Alberto got caught in the middle of them, which led to his leg injury that causes him to need a cane. However, Jason is good at working on cars, and Alberto owns an auto shop, and the more Jason is around and wants to help out in the shop, the more invested Jaime gets in helping his father out with the business. And anyone who is that good at working on a car and makes his son happy is alright in Alberto's book. It helps that should Jaime get into any trouble, Jason (and the rest of the Red Hood gang) would be there to help.

Milagro likes Jason. He's like the big brother she never had.... Milagro also canonically likes Guy Gardner so i think that bodes well for her vibing with Jason. Jason also totally bribed her into liking him faster with some homemade cookies and a cool knife that she's not supposed to let her parents or Jaime see.

(sorry this was a really long ask! i just know ive seen stuff about jaime interacting with the wayne family but not jason interacting with jaimes family, who i love very much)

PLS! I'm familiar with Jaime's family from the trailer alone, but the ' they don't get out much' tells me everything I need to know.

Jason watches these people be so tight knit and open and playful and he's like WHATS THE FUCKING PROTOCOL?

The Waynes are clawing and fighting their way towards something just like this, of course, but they've never wanted something softly.

Honestly, I love that Jaime's dad (i think) called Batman a fascist? Which just makes me smile, because Brenda DEMANDS Jason brings his family over for a house warming dinner (Jason might have bought them a house...Maybe)

Imagine Jason squeezing Jaime's hand to keep from laughing as Alberto goes on a SCATHING RANT abt batman, arm around Bruce's shoulder as they're having drinks (Tequila for him and apple juice for Bruce)

Also, I love to imagine Paco saw 6'5 Jason standing next to his very much not 6'5 best friend, and the first thing he did was send jaime the hamster eating a banana meme

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The Boombox - a Dramione one-shot

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1751569

Hi! I’ve been part of the Dramione fandom since I was 13 but I’ve never written anything - this is my first attempt, ten years later. Let me know how I did!

This little one-shot is set in an AU, one year after the Second Wizarding War, where the surviving teenagers are given the option of coming back for an eighth year to complete their studies. The war criminals have been Obliviated (and are under strict observation) and all those found guilty of minor crimes have had mandatory therapy and thorough rehabilitation. 

Eighth-year students have been given a seperate common room and dormitories to allow them privacy from the rest of the school. 

xx Tina

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

It was 5 o’clock in the evening and the common room was half-filled. Several eighth-years were on their shifts to monitor their old house common rooms and patrol the hallways, Harry Potter and Ron  Weasley included.

Hermione Granger was sitting in an armchair. She was sitting incorrectly, Draco Malfoy observed from his seat on the sofa. Her back was resting against one arm and her legs were swung over the other. She was engrossed in a book, but when Seamus Finnigan set down a large contraption on the coffee table, both she and Draco snapped their heads in his direction.

“Oh my Gods, is that —?” Hermione stood up, walking over to Seamus.

“A boombox!” He looked at it proudly. “My da bought it for me! It’s charmed to work without electricity.”

Draco didn’t know what a boombox was, nor electricity, nor why Hermione Granger was so excited about the strange contraption.

“Do you have any cassettes to play?” She pushed a button and static fizzled out of the the box.

Seamus rifled through his trouser pocket and produced what Draco assumed was a cassette. By this time, everyone had gathered around. Draco watched as Hermione fiddled with the box and suddenly, music poured out of the machine. She jumped to her feet in joy.

“I love this song!”

“What is it?” Neville Longbottom asked. He was curious, having never seen a boombox, either.

“It’s a Muggle music player.” Seamus explained. “This is a Muggle song. It’s by one of the best Muggle bands in the world.”

“It’s the best band in the entire world, Seamus.” Hermione corrected, getting up from her crouched position. She addressed her fellow classmates. “It’s called ‘All My Loving’ and it’s by The Beatles.”

“Beetles?” Blaise Zabini gave Draco a funny look. The handful of students in the room who knew the song had gotten to their feet and started dancing with each other. The Slytherin students didn’t, obviously. Draco watched as Hermione grabbed Neville by the hands and pulled him over to a clear space to dance. Luna Lovegood was standing by the fireplace, wiggling her arms in the air, a distant look on her face. Draco had to admit that the song wasn’t terrible, and he found himself almost smiling when Neville dipped Hermione over his knee. Her face was pink and her curls touched the floor.

“Draco?” Pansy Parkinson tapped his shoulder. “Won’t you dance with me?” She looked nervous, but he knew she was trying to be amicable. She was making an attempt to be involved, like all the Slytherin students in their year. She had even let Ginny Weasley braid her hair the evening before.

“Uh,” Draco glanced back to the scene in front of him before tearing his eyes away to look at Pansy. He didn’t want to look like an idiot, but his rehabilitation officer told him to make a better effort in socialising. “Sure.”

They awkwardly tried to figure out how to dance to the Muggle song and were making little progress when someone touched Draco’s elbow. He turned, embarrassment flushing his face, to see Neville and Hermione smiling at him.

“Do you want us to show you?”

He could see Pansy swallowing her pride. She let go of Draco and took Neville’s hand. Draco was left with Hermione standing in front of him, looking at him expectantly. Just as he steeled himself to place a hand on her waist, the song changed. It was slower. He looked at the boombox, panicked. Hermione put one timid hand on his shoulder and the other into his free hand, forcing him to look at her.

“This one is called “Can’t Fight This Feeling”, she murmured, starting to move her feet. He followed her directions and tried very hard not to pay attention to her fuzzy cat socks or the lyrics of the song. Suddenly she twirled as the chorus began, and before long, he realised that he was leading. They were dancing.

He was dancing with Hermione Granger in front of everyone, to a love song.

“You’re doing great!” A voice broke his reverie and he looked at his dance partner, who shockingly seemed to be enjoying herself. For the first time since they met as first-years, he smiled at her sincerely. A laugh to his left made him look over to see Neville and Pansy dancing like they were the best of friends. It was odd. Oil and water mixing should have been more chaotic, but for whatever reason, coming back to Hogwarts to finish their studies was effortless. Maybe it was the fact that all the captured Death Eaters had been Obliviated, his father included. Maybe it was the desperation to cling to some normality after the previous year. Maybe it was people on both sides realising that enough of their loved ones had died. Whatever it was, Neville and Pansy were laughing and dancing in each others’ arms. As were Blaise and Ginny Weasley. As were he and Granger. He noticed that she was close enough for him to smell her shampoo. It was fruity. The music changed again.

Many times I tried to tell you

Many times I cried alone.

“Granger,” he spoke softly, barely audible over the sound of the music. Her eyes were glazed over, her gaze fixed on a button on his shirt. She looked up. He looked at the smattering of gold flecks in her brown eyes.

Always I'm surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone

Don't want to leave you really.

“What is it?”

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder

We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under.

“Thank you.”

She smiled up at him, and he wondered why he spent so many years trying to make her cry.

“For what?”

Maybe it's a sign of weakness when I don't know what to say

Maybe I just wouldn't know what to do with my strength anyway.

“For teaching me how to dance.”

She just smiled again, and let go of his hand to place it on his shoulder. Automatically, he dropped his hand to her waist and suddenly, they were closer than before. Now he could actually feel the warmth coming off her body and he wondered how someone so full of life and light could bear to be so near to someone like him, someone so cold.

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder

We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under

Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better

We belong, we belong, we belong together.

His face must have conveyed the questions running through his head because she lifted a soft hand to his face, her palm against his jaw.

“Don’t think so hard, Draco.” His name tumbled out of her mouth so casually. Like they were friends. He shot a nervous glance at Pansy, who was plastered to Neville, swaying against him like she was drunk. Actually, she did look drunk. Drunk with happiness. Blaise had picked up Ginny and was spinning around. Luna had convinced Seamus to dance with her. Everyone was dancing. It dawned on Draco that they were all drunk on happiness. This was the first time they had done something carefree in months, maybe years. It was certainly the first time in a long time for him.

We can't begin to know it, how much we really care

I hear your voice inside me, I see your face everywhere.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did.” The words were out before he could think. He gently clutched her arm. The raised lettering made him shudder and he focused on her with an intensity that made her blush.

“You didn’t do this.”

Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better

We belong, we belong, we belong together.

“Then I’m sorry for what I didn’t do.”

For standing by.

For not being brave.

For not saving her from Bellatrix.

For being a coward.

“You know,” she pulled his neck down and whispered into his ear, “I forgave you long ago. It’s over now. We’re fine, you and me.”

He reared back slightly, stunned. How could she? How could she forgive so easily? How could she let go of the pain and suffering that his side had caused her? Was it so easy for her? Was she so good?

“I don’t deserve it.”

His shoulders were tense and he knew she could feel it. Her hand found its way to his cheek, again, and he revelled in how the warmth could make his whole body feel warm. She continued to speak softly.

“Everyone is trying to move on, Draco. So many people died for us to be here today.” She lookee down at the carpet and he knew the dead were still haunting her. She looked up at him, again. “If I hadn’t forgiven you, they would have died in vain, and we would still be fighting. I don’t want to fight anymore, do you?”

He shook his head. He wondered if she had always been this wise. A know-it-all, yes, but wise? Perhaps he wasted so much of his effort on being cruel that he never stopped to think of how valid she was. A witch, more deserving of the title than most, and a good person with a heart of gold, he knew that to be true with no doubt in his mind.

“Thank you.” He absentmindedly tugged one of her curls and watched it bounce back to sit on her collarbone. “Thank you for everything. I don’t deserve it.”

She shrugged. “Thank you.”

“What do you me— why are you thanking me?”

“For letting me teach you how to dance.” She winked at him.

He offered her another smile and, suddenly unsure why his heart was beating so hard, dipped her as the song finished. She stood back up and laughed. It was a lovely sound, one he had never heard before. They weren’t dancing any more, just standing far too close to each other, still holding hands. Over her shoulder, he saw Weasley and Potter enter the room. Potter looked confused, the Weasel looked horrified. Before either of them could cause a scene, Draco bent down to brush his lips against Hermione’s knuckles and smiled, gratefully.

“Another time. Your friends are waiting for you. Goodnight, Hermione.”

Before she could say anything, he was walking away towards the male dormitory. She stood there, amazed at how warm he was, and how cold she felt without him holding her.

“Hermione, what the fuck were you doing?!”

- written by Tina (@whyboyfriendwhenicecream) 

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