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dccomicsimagines · 2 years ago

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Love in the Air - Dick Grayson x Reader

Requested by Anon - Hi there! Do you think you could please do a dick Grayson x f!reader where it’s the first time someone has ever given her Valentine’s Day gifts and he goes all out and asks her to be his valentine? Thank you!

Author’s Note - This is very late and took off into something else...sorry.

***

“Wait a minute, you’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day?!” Steph shouted from across the living room. Dick sat up straighter. He glanced over from his spot at the chessboard. Tim was soundly beating him, so Dick welcomed any distraction. It was just a perk that it was about you.

“It wasn’t a big deal where I grew up,” you said, taking a sip from your mug. You and Barbara were sitting on the couch while Steph and Cass sat on the floor. Bruce invited everyone over for a family dinner. Dick had been surprised to see you, but he expected Barbara had invited you. “I don’t really see the appeal anyway.”

Steph’s jaw hung open. “Your turn, Dick,” Tim said, smirking slightly. Dick sighed, focusing back on the game only to move a pawn to another dead end. Tim’s smirk got wider at the sight.

“Just end me swiftly,” Dick chuckled, turning to focus back on you.

“Funny that you haven’t celebrated. Didn’t you date Wally West in high school? He didn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day?” Barbara laughed, leaning back in her chair.

Dick blushed. He remembered the jealousy at seeing you with Wally. One of his best kept secrets was how he was happy when you two broke up.

“No, he’s fast, but slow brained.” You shook your head. “He always forgot, but I didn’t really care. Besides, he always remembered my birthday. Still does actually.” You laughed. “He brings me flowers.”

Dick frowned, the jealousy crawled up inside him again. Tim nudged Dick’s arm. “Checkmate.”

“You’re too smart for me, Timmy.” Dick sighed, smiling when Tim flinched at the praise.

Tim blushed, waving his hand. “You’re distracted.” He looked at you then back at Dick. Now it was Dick’s turn to blush.

“Quiet down.” Dick swallowed hard before looking back at you. Luckily, the girls were too into their conversation to notice.

“I’m going to get more tea. Anyone want refills?” You offered, getting to your feet.

Dick got to his feet. “Me.” He smiled, handing you his cup. You smiled back at him before leaving the room.

Steph scoffed. “Okay, I got what you wanted.” She stretched her arms.

Dick raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to be so direct.” He quickly looked back at the door. “Lower your voice.”

“In all fairness, you stand a chance. (Y/N) has told me in confidence that she thinks you’re hot,” Barbara said, laughing when Dick’s jaw dropped.

“Not so loud.” Dick ran a hand through his hair. His heart fluttered. You thought he was hot? A smirk pulled at his lips. “Did she really say that?”

Barbara nodded. Cass stood up and helped Tim clean up the chessboard. “What about Wally West? Are you worried about him?” Cass asked softly, studying Dick carefully. “You are jealous of him.”

Dick pursed his lips. “I’m not worried.” He chuckled half heartedly, looking at the door again. “They broke up years ago. They’re just friends.” Dick tensed at Cass’ unconvinced look. “Don’t look at me like that. They’re not a thing.”

Cass hummed before starting another game with Tim. Dick sighed. You came back in. “Here you go,” you said, handing Dick his cup.

Dick grinned. “Thank you.” He saw a charm bracelet on your wrist. “When did you get that?”

“Oh.” You turned your wrist to let him get a better look. “I’ve had this since I was little. My parents gave me charms for every milestone. I buy myself one from time to time too.” You shrugged. “I don’t wear it unless I know I’m not going to have to be (Y/S/N).”

Dick touched a charm of a vial. “What’s this one from?”

“Oh Wally gave me that.” You laughed. “After taking me to my first science fair.”

Dick’s heart dropped to his feet. “Aww.” He back away, sipping his tea. “That’s cool.”

You tilted your head before moving to sit back down with Barbara. Barbara got you into conversation, distracting you helpfully. Dick swallowed hard. Steph stood up, casually walking over to Dick.

“Just talk to Wally to ease your doubts. I noticed she has a lot of room on that bracelet and never celebrated a Valentine’s Day,” she whispered softly, bumping him with her hip. “Just go for it. Otherwise, why did you pay me to get you info?”

Dick snorted. He sipped his tea, listening in on your conversation while watching Cass destroy Tim at chess. “Who says I was going to pay you?” He laughed when Steph gasped, slapping his arm before going on a rant about his trickery.

***

Dick relaxed in his living room. He checked his phone, frowning at the time. “Wow, a minute late...a new record,” he said to himself. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the apartment.

“I’m not late. Your phone is fast.” Wally appeared next to Dick with a case of beer and three bags of fast food. “Honestly, I got caught up with a hit and run I found on the way here.” He flopped onto the couch with a groan.

“I have four pizzas in the oven, man. You didn’t have to bring food.” Dick laughed as Wally dug into the food. He paused long enough to hand Dick a beer.

“Hey, this is my appetizer.” Wally grinned with his mouth full.

Dick shook his head, rolling his eyes. He opened his beer and took a long sip. It was cheap beer, then again Wally couldn’t afford much with his appetite. Dick reminded himself to slip some money into Wally’s bank account again. Another “tax refund”.

“So how is everything?” Dick smiled, waiting for Wally to take a breath.

“Good. Busy as usual. You?” Wally slowed down, munching on a fry. “How’s the dating scene?”

Dick swallowed past the lump that formed in his throat. “Well, I kinda wanted to talk to you about that.”

Wally’s eyes widened, dropping his fry. “Dude, I love you, but not that way.” He blushed as red as his hair.

“What?” Dick choked. He almost dropped his beer. “No! I’m not asking you out, Walls. You forget I have seen you eat.”

Wally scoffed. “Rude. I’m a catch.” He looked down at his fallen fry before reaching down to pick it up and eat it.

Dick wrinkled his nose, guffawing. “Right, a catch. You nerd.” He shoved at Wally’s arm. Wally chuckled himself. “I can’t believe you were able to date (Y/N) for two years.”

“In high school.” Wally took out another burger. “I don’t think that counts as an achievement.”

“She talks about you a lot.” Dick ran a hand over his face. Part of him was losing his nerve. Could he survive being the reason you and Wally got back together? His chest wanted to burst at the thought.

Wally stopped, mouth open with burger halfway in. He looked at Dick carefully before setting his burger down. “Are you acting on your crush on (Y/N) finally? Dude, it’s been years.”

Dick’s heart skipped a beat. “What?! You knew?!”

“Dick, I’m your best friend.” Wally rolled his eyes, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “Come on. I knew you liked (Y/N) from the start, but I liked her too.” Wally pursed his lips. “But after we broke up, I thought you would make your move, but I guess you were too into Kori at the time.”

Dick bit his lip, looking out the window at the skyline. It was quiet for mid afternoon. “I guess I was.”

“Well, go for it. (Y/N) always thought you were hot even during the disco years.” Wally snorted, clapping a hand on Dick’s shoulder. “And that means something, I don’t even think Kori was a fan of that suit.”

“Shut up.” Dick let a smile tug at his lips. “She mentioned how you still give her flowers on her birthday?”

Wally picked up his burger. “And I always sing you happy birthday on yours. I do stuff for my friends on their birthdays as most people do.” He took a big bite. Dick picked up his beer, sipping at it as he thought. He remembered you checking him out, but he never thought much of it at the time.

“And you really didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day with her?” Dick asked after a long moment. A cloudy plan slowly formed in his mind.

Wally blushed, finishing his burger and licking his fingers. “Oh yeah, I didn’t. Kept forgetting. I was sixteen and dumb.”

“Still dumb.” Dick laughed when Wally pushed him gently. Wally pouted, but Dick’s plan was suddenly becoming clearer.

***

You yawned as you woke to the sound of your phone ringing. “I knew I should have turned that off,” you mumbled, reaching over to grab it. You hit the answer button blindly, keeping your eyes closed. “Hello?” You yawned again.

“(Y/N)? Sorry, is this a bad time?” Dick’s voice sounded shaky and...nervous. You opened your eyes, frowning up at your bedroom ceiling.

“No, it’s okay.” You swallowed hard. “What’s wrong?”

Dick choked. “No, nothing is wrong,” he said quickly. In your mind’s eye, you could see him running his hand through his hair. Signature Dick Grayson move. You almost laughed, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Sorry, I realize I don’t normally call you without it being an emergency.”

A real laugh bubbled out of you. “It’s okay, Dick. What’s up?” You looked around your room, noting your vigilante suit was still on the floor. It was dirty. You wrinkled your nose.

“So I...” He cleared his throat. “Bruce got an invitation to try out this new restaurant that opened by Wayne Tower. He doesn’t want to go, but gave it to me and I have a plus one...”

You smiled. “A plus one huh?”

Dick paused. “Yeah, so you want to go? Tonight?”

“I’m game. What time?” You bit your lip. It was strange for Dick to ask you to dinner. The two of you never hung out alone before.

“Six. I’ll pick you up at your place.” Dick’s tone brightened. You heard a bang followed by an ouch. “Stupid ceiling.”

You laughed. “Six o’clock. I’ll see you then.” Hanging up the phone, you shook your head and threw back your covers to start your day.

***

Dick adjusted the collar of his blue button-down shirt in the mirror before turning around. “What do you think? Sexy, but causal?”

“It looks nice,” Tim said. Tim was seated on Dick’s bed, flipping through Dick’s old yearbook while Dick attempted to find something to wear. Dick knew this wasn’t Tim’s thing, but appreciated that he was trying. Tim frowned suddenly. “Wait, do you know what (Y/N) is going to wear? You don’t want to clash.”

“I think I’ll be fine, Timmy.” Dick chuckled, turning back to the mirror.

“Did you order flowers?” Tim asked, going back to the yearbook in his lap.

“Yes, I got her favorites.” Dick turned to go into his closet to search for his dress shoes. He tossed clothes and shoes over his shoulder, making his room a disaster.

Tim hummed, grunting when a shirt landed on top of his head. “So you’re nervous?”

“Why would you say that?” Dick found his dress shoes and sat on the floor to put them on. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there was a few butterflies in his stomach. Maybe you didn’t like him that way anymore? It could be too weird for you. After all, you dated Wally. Maybe it would be strange for you?

“Well, you don’t normally throw your clothes around the room or take this long to get dressed or invite me over to check your outfit?” Tim chuckled, yanking the shirt off his head and tossing it on the floor with the rest. “Besides, you should have asked Steph over, she’s better at this sort of thing.”

“Yeah.” Dick snorted, struggling with a knot in his laces. “Steph won’t let me have any peace until I pay her money for her services.”

“I warned you.” Tim pursed his lips, setting the yearbook aside. “If you buy her waffles at some point, she’ll forgive you. Just make sure they are good ones.”

Dick nodded. Tim held up his hand for the shoe. Dick tossed it over. “Thanks Timmy.”

Tim worked at the knot. “What did you do to this thing?” He muttered under his breath.

Dick chuckled, getting up with only one shoe on. “I don’t know. Last time I wore these was...probably when I went undercover at that wedding.”

“That makes sense.” Tim rolled his eyes as he pulled the right lace and undid the knot. He tossed the shoe back to Dick. “You should be leaving soon. There might be traffic.”

“I will.” Dick hopped on one foot to put on his shoe. He grinned, flicking his head to get his hair out of his eyes. “Am I good? Anything else?”

Tim studied him, pursing his lips. “I think you’re good. Don’t forget the flowers...you still have to pick them up.”

“I know.” Dick grabbed his wallet and keys. “Thanks Tim. Help yourself to anything. I’ll be back late.”

“If at all,” Tim mumbled so softly that Dick missed it. Dick swallowed hard, goosebumps from anticipation and nervousness appeared on his skin. He shivered, pushing away his nerves as he flew out the door.

***

You whined, stretching your arm at an awkward angle to try to zip up your dress. It was a beautiful, yet sexy one, but the only problem with it was the zipper. You always needed help with it.

Sighing, you gave up after your arm ached. You put on your charm bracelet. “Oh well. Dick can get it for me.” You stood in front of your mirror, checking yourself. “Good enough.” It crossed your mind earlier that day as you replayed the conversation with Dick that this might be a date. The realization made you spit out your morning coffee.

Of course, the first thing you did was call Wally.

“Hiya, (Y/N). Isn’t this early for you?” Wally answered, chuckling. You heard wind in the background, knowing he was probably patrolling Keystone.

“I think Dick asked me out.” You ripped off the band-aid, wincing when you heard Wally trip and stumble on his end.

He swore softly. “He did? Wow, that was quick. And on Valentine’s Day too.”

“So it is a date?!” You dropped your coffee cup. It shattered, spilling hot coffee all over your feet. “Damn it.” You stared at your feet, feeling the burns as you couldn’t move due to the glass.

A gust of wind ruffled your hair. “Oh dear.” Wally picked you up, zooming you to the bathroom and putting your feet in the bathtub. He turned on the cold water. You hissed, but stayed where you were, trying not to feel too dizzy from suddenly appearing in the bathroom.

“Thanks Walls.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Wally sped out of the room only to come back with a fresh cup of coffee. He handed it to you. You smiled, taking a sip.

“I cleaned up your kitchen too.” Wally sat on the edge of the bathtub. “So...you okay knowing it’s a date?” His eyes were wide, waiting. It reminded you of when he first asked you out. He stared at you until you answered. It was the awkwardness minute of your life and the reason you told him no at first.

You took a big sip of coffee. “I mean...sure...but it wouldn’t be weird? For you?” You studied him, waiting for the sign that he was uncomfortable. However, Wally just grinned.

“Nah, I mean.” He ran a hand through his hair. A move he got from Dick. “We both liked you back in the day, but I got to you first. The only thing I beat him at actually.”

You snorted. “Really?” You blinked, thinking back to those days.

Everyone flirted with each other. Teenage exploration and all that. Dick did always seem to watch you and you always made him blush.

“Go for it. See what happens. Dick and you deserve a chance.” Wally kissed your cheek. “Of course, I will have always got you first. Make sure he knows that.”

You punched his arm hard. Wally whined, flinching. “I’m not a piece of meat, West.”

“Nope, you’re not. You’re just the most amazing person in the world and Dick better be good to you or I’ll come after him.” Wally grinned.

You pulled him into a side hug and kissed his cheek. “Thanks Walls.” Wally blushed.

A loud knock from your front door brought you to the here and now. You shook your head, smiling at the thought of Wally’s approval. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the door and opened it.

Dick flicked his head, getting his hair out of his eyes. A big grin grew on his face at the sight of you. You couldn’t help, but smile back at him, taken back by his sparkling blue eyes. Did they always sparkle like that?

“Hi.” You said after a long moment. Shaking your head, you stepped aside to let him in. It was then you noticed the flowers in his hands. “Are those for me?”

“Yeah.” He handed them to you. His hands shook slightly. You took comfort in the fact he seemed as jittery as you.

“Thank you. I’ll put them in water.” You went into your kitchen.

Dick followed you. He cleared his throat. “Do you need me to zip you up?”

You turned to look at him, almost laughing at the blush on his cheeks. “If you could, thanks. As much as I’m sure the world wants to see my bare back...” You turned back around.

Dick’s fingers tickled your skin as he grabbed the zipper and gently pulled it up. Your skin buzzed at the touch. You threw him a smile over your shoulder and went to grab a vase from the cabinet. Dick stayed where he was, almost transfixed in place.

You filled the vase with water and careful arranged the flowers inside, glad to have something to do with your hands. “Should we get going?” You glanced back at Dick only to find him watching you with an intensity that sent sparks straight to your abdomen.

Dick jumped. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat before painting a charming smile on his face. “You ready?”

You nodded, stepping into your shoes and grabbing your purse. “Ready.” He offered his arm. You took it happily.

***

Dick pulled up to the restaurant. You played with the strap of your purse. The radio played softly, narrowly avoiding awkward silence. You blinked when you saw the red hearts decorating the front window of the restaurant. “Oh, is today Valentine’s Day?” you asked as Dick parked the car. You barely remembered Wally saying it was today.

“It is? Guess I didn’t notice?” He chuckled too quickly. You eyed him, knowing he definitely knew it was Valentine’s Day.

Humming lowly, you started to get out of the car. “Wait,” Dick said, jumping out his side and running over to open your door for you. “My lady.” He bowed slightly and offered his hand. A cheeky smile on his face.

“Nerd.” You laughed, taking his hand and getting out. “But thank you.”

“Wow, first time I’ve been called a nerd.” Dick squeezed your fingers gently. He guided your hand to his arm. “At least by you anyway.”

You let your hand stay on his arm as he led you to the front of the restaurant. “Right, I used to call you killjoy.”

“Hey, I grew up.” Dick chuckled, holding restaurant door open for you.

“You did. Somewhat.” You smirked, his jaw dropped in fake surprise. The restaurant was busy, but had a calming atmosphere.

“Do you have a reservation?” The hostess asked, smiling at your interaction.

Dick cleared his throat. “Yeah, under Grayson.” You raised an eyebrow at him. Dick narrowed his eyes at you. “Dick Grayson.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Grayson. Right this way.” The hostess led the way through the restaurant to a private booth in the back. “Your server will be with you shortly.” She set down the menus and left you and Dick alone.

Dick gestured for you to sit first. You slid into the booth, making yourself comfortable. A small smirk pulled at your lips as Dick hesitated. He glanced between you and the other side. Finally, he chose to sit across from you.

“So...this place is nice,” you said, looking around the restaurant. When you looked past the somewhat tacky Valentine’s Day décor, it was beautiful. You sighed, turning back to Dick to find him watching you with a somewhat dumb expression. “You okay, Dickie?”

“Fine.” He cleared his throat, running a hand over his face. “You’re just...really pretty, (Y/N).”

Your face burned. A giggle slipped out of you. “You don’t look bad yourself.” You winked at him. “So, can I ask why you decided to ask me out now?”

Dick opened his mouth, but the server appeared. You ordered your drink and when Dick failed to speak, you ordered one for him too. The server walked off.

“Thanks.” Dick whispered, clearing his throat. “I haven’t been this speechless since I was a teenager.”

You laughed. “Yeah, I think I remember you being this speechless when you first saw me in a bikini.”

Dick’s face was almost as red as the hearts that decorated the restaurant. “You noticed that, huh?”

You nodded, smiling big. “Yeah, I did. To be fair, Wally was pretty speechless too.” You froze when you saw Dick’s face fall slightly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t mention him.”

“It’s okay. He’s still our friend. Part of your history.” Dick bit his lip. “You know, I wanted to ask you out that day, but Wally beat me to it.”

Your jaw dropped. “Really?” You reached over to take his hand. “I didn’t know.” Now it made sense why Dick left in a hurry after Wally finished the most awkward ‘asking out on a date’ you had ever experienced.

Dick squeezed your fingers. “Although, when I think about it, I’m glad that I didn’t.” He looked up at you. You gasped, taken back by his beautiful blue eyes. “Because I got to ask you out now and we’re both older. We aren’t kids anymore.”

“That’s for sure.” You laughed as the server came back with the drinks. Dick chuckled with you. Both of you ordered your food quickly and the server left you alone.

Dick sipped at his drink. His hand still in yours. “So...”

You blinked at him before giggling. “So...”

He laughed. “I guess I don’t really know what to say now.”

You hummed, letting go of his hand to take a sip of your own drink. “How about we play a game?” You smirked when Dick raised an eyebrow. “Like what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

Dick rubbed his chin. “Orange swirl.” You tilted your head at him. “It was one of the flavors we had back at the Circus. Mom and Dad would let me have one after a successful show. Funny enough, it was the one flavor that didn’t sell as well, so we could get it for free most of the time.” He licked his lips. “Best I’ve ever had.”

You cradled your chin in your hand. “Wow.” You smiled softly. “You know what mine is, of course.”

“I do.” He smiled back at you. “Now do I ask you a question? I assume that’s what we’re doing, right?”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “Ask away.”

Dick sat back in the booth. The two of you slowly learned more about each other as you waited for your food.

***

“You’re joking.” Dick almost spit out his food. He grabbed his napkin and covered his mouth just in case. “They didn’t.”

“They did.” You giggled, taking a sip of your drink. “Roy and Donna are a thing. Walked in on them myself.” You shivered. “A sight I never wanted to see.”

Dick snorted, putting his napkin down. “Roy’s ass isn’t a pretty sight. I had to share a locker room with him.” He smiled when you looked away. His heart fluttered. He had to pinch himself to make sure he was really here with you.

The food was good. The restaurant had a nice atmosphere, soft music in the background, not too loud, but not too soft either. Dick knew he’d have to leave the place a nice review.

“I never asked you about your work. How is the police station?” You looked back at Dick. Dick’s heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, it’s okay. Lots of corruption. I’m making some headway, but it’s going to take a while.” He let his eyes drop to your chest before forcing them back to your eyes. You didn’t seem to notice. “I found some allies though. What about you? How’s the retail business?”

You rolled your eyes. “Dick, I’m an art dealer. I wouldn’t call that retail, but sure, it’s good. Sold a painting by a newcomer for four million to a well-known mobster.” Dick’s eyes widened in concern. You waved your hand. “It’s taken care of.” You winked. Dick sighed in relief.

“Good.” Dick went back to his food. “Do you enjoy being an art dealer?”

“It has it’s good days and bad days, but I like it. Being around artwork is a joy for me.” You took the last bite from your plate. “Thank you for bringing me here. This might become my new favorite restaurant.”

A smile pulled at Dick’s lips. “I’ll remember to take you here more often then.”

You grinned back. “You better.” Slowly, you slid out of the booth. “I’ll be right back.”

Dick nodded, watching you head over toward the restrooms. He reached down to pull his phone out of his pocket. There were several encouraging text messages from Tim, Steph, Cass, and Barbara. Even Bruce sent a good luck text. Dick smiled, sending them all a thumbs up.

He scrolled through to find one message from Wally. ‘I have it on good authority that your date is going well.’

Dick frowned. He looked around the restaurant, but didn't see anyone he knew. ‘Who’s authority?’

‘The most important one.' Dick swallowed hard, confused yet delighted at the same time. He looked back up suddenly enough to give himself whiplash. You returned from the restroom.

“What happened? A crisis or is everyone checking in on you to make sure I haven’t sunk my teeth into you yet?” you teased, taking your seat and sipping your drink again.

Several naughty images played through Dick’s mind. He let out a slow breath, trying to calm himself down. “No, more like cheering me on.”

You looked slightly surprised. “Really? Wow.” You giggled softly, looking around the restaurant for a moment. Dick admired how lovely you looked. The lighting in the restaurant highlighted you just right. “So, did you want to get out of here? There’s something I wanted to show you.”

Dick nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He waved for the server, wondering what you wanted to show him.

***

You threw a smile back at Dick. Dick smiled back, despite the dark hallway you were leading him down. “Where are we going?”

“My workshop.” You unlocked the door at the end and pushed it open. Dick followed, stepping inside just as you flicked on the light. He gasped at the sight.

The room itself was bare bones, but artwork was all over the place. Some on the walls, others leaning against other canvases on the floor. A few were covered up with sheets. In the center of the room was a desk and two chairs along with a cheery fuzzy rug.

“So this is where you work? I knew it was around this part of town, but wow.” Dick crossed his arms, studying a piece on the wall. It looked like it was an abstract Batman.

You hummed, walking to the other side of the room. “This is what I wanted to show you.” You picked up one of the covered canvases and walked over to an easel. Propping it up, you turned to look at him. “You can keep this one if you like it.” You pulled off the sheet.

At first, it didn’t register with Dick. Just colors and shapes. However, he tilted his head and it clicked. “It’s a trapeze. Wait a minute, that’s...that’s our colors. My parents’ colors.”

You nodded, leaning gently into Dick’s side. Your hand rubbed his back, grounding him to the here and now. “There’s a new artist, he’s a retired hockey player who went into painting. Anyway, he must have seen one of your parents’ shows and painted this one in their honor.”

Dick could see the painting come to life. He knew the routine by heart. His father’s confident laugh filled his ears. His mother’s giggles followed. “How did he remember it so well?”

“I guess he’s like Tim. The one performance stuck in his head.” You leaned forward to study Dick. Dick swallowed hard, meeting your eye. You smiled. “It took me a while to find it. I had to give up two Damien Hirst paintings to get the guy to sell it to me.”

“Did you get this for me?” Dick looked back at the painting. He blinked back the tears threatening to fall. It saddened him, yet filled him with pride at the same time. His parents would be happy to know that people still loved their performances to this day.

You rested your head against his shoulder. Dick reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I did,” you whispered. “I was going to save it for your birthday, but...well, then you asked me out on Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you.” His shoulder felt wet. He peeked to find you with tears on your cheeks. A laugh slipped out of him. “I feel so dumb. All I got you was a charm for your bracelet.”

“You did?!” You quickly wiped your face with your free hand. Dick dug into his pocket, pulling out a small wrapped jewelry box.

He handed it to you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “You know if I gave this to you at the restaurant, everyone would have thought I was proposing.”

You snorted. “I wouldn’t put it past you.” You opened the box, smiling at the beautiful delicate heart charm inside.

Dick chuckled. “Right. I would propose on the first date just to see what the others would say.” He shook his head, taking the charm out and carefully putting it on your bracelet. “Bruce would have a heart attack. Tim would spit out his coffee. Steph just might drop dead.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, in that case, I give you permission to tell them I said yes.” You shook your bracelet, holding it up to the light. The charm shined.

Dick grinned, looking back at the painting. “I still can’t believe this. It’s almost from my memory. I used to stand on the platform, watching the show from above, waiting for my chance to join.” He sighed as he felt you take his hand again. “Thank you so much.”

“Thank you for the charm. My first Valentine’s Day.” You squeezed his hand gently. “I’ll get this framed for you before you take it.”

Dick looked back at you. You met his eye after a moment. Slowly, you sat down on the rug, pulling Dick to sit down beside you. You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Wow,” Dick hummed, smirking at the kiss. You turned back to the painting, a hint of a blush on your cheeks. Dick chuckled. He leaned back on his hands and studied the painting along with you.

After a long while, Dick’s butt started to hurt. He fidgeted. You giggled and looked over at him. “You want to get out of here?”

“Yeah, let’s do something fun.” Dick grinned. You got to your feet and held out your hand. Dick took it, eager to follow you anywhere.

***

“Are you sure about this?” Dick asked, watching you walk your way past the line to get into the club.

“You said you wanted to get out for some fun and this is fun. For you anyway.” You glanced back at him with a wink. Dick swallowed hard when you stopped to talk to the bouncer. It looked like you knew the bouncer and soon you were gesturing for Dick to follow you in.

The club was decked out in red and white decorations. Music was loud with a good beat. Dance floor wild and crazy. Dick reached out to take your hand as you led him through the madness to the bar.

“Yo, Mickey. You got your specials still?” you asked, catching one of the bartenders as he walked by. Dick admitted he was a bit shocked that you seemed comfortable in this scene. Maybe there was a lot he didn’t know about you? He wondered if Wally knew you were into the club scene.

“For you, babe. Anything.” Mickey winked, turning to fix up two drinks. Dick watched in slight awe.

“I didn’t know you like clubs,” Dick shouted in your ear, squeezing your hand.

You smiled. “Not all. Just this one.” You slipped Mickey a twenty once he laid the tropical-looking drinks before you. You picked up yours, nodding for Dick to do the same and started to lead him back through the crowd.

Dick’s curiosity grew as you led him through the stage door and down a flight of stairs. “Please tell me this isn’t a sex dungeon or something?” Dick blushed. “Not that I’d mind, but I don’t think that’s a first date thing.”

You laughed, sipping your drink as you rolled your eyes at him. “Settle down, Dickie. I’m not going to take your innocence.” You pushed open the door.

Dick lost his breath as you reveal a huge, colorfully lit room with a trapeze set in the center. “How?” He looked at the setup. It was professionally done. You two were the only ones in the room.

“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t know about this. This used to be a strip club and they had a trapeze act, but when the new owners made things more all-ages friendly, they left this space open for rent.” You smirked, eyeing Dick from over your drink. Your fingers wiggled in his hand. “But I’m glad I could surprise you with this.” You gestured to his drink. “Take a sip.”

Dick sipped it. His eyes widened at the orange, vanilla taste. “Wow, it’s almost like orange swirl.”

You smiled. “Glad you like it. Mickey always makes the best.”

Dick took another sip. “You know I thought I was going to spoil you, not the other way around.” He pulled away from you to check out the trapeze set.

You hummed, following him. “Well, who says you’re not spoiling me? You’re driving me around the city, paid for dinner, got me a pretty charm, and now you’re going to take me flying.” Dick’s head snapped to look at you. “Aren’t you?” You pouted.

“Anything for you, princess.” Dick grinned, setting his drink down on the table. He walked over to test the ropes. Feeling your gaze on him, Dick’s chest swelled with pride.

***

You took a seat and watched him prep the trapeze. It was a nice sight. You licked your lips, admiring the view as Dick bent down to pick up a fallen cord.

Of course, you would never admit how many strings you pulled to set this up for him. Honestly, you were amazed how fast things moved with one call from the bathroom at the restaurant.

You checked your phone. There was a text from Wally. ‘Having fun? I heard about the favor you called in.’

‘From Barbara, I’m sure. You snoop.’ You smiled and watched Dick again. He was hanging off one of the ropes, testing it’s durability. ‘It’s going well.’

‘Good. I’m happy for you both.’ You tilted your head, hoping Wally was as okay with this as he acted earlier. He and Dick always had a bit of a rivalry.

“You ready?” Dick’s voice brought you away from your phone.

“Of course.” You kicked off your shoes, leaving your phone on the table along with your drink. Dick’s shoes and shirt were off. You let your eyes linger before going back to his face.

A smirk played on Dick’s lips. “Like what you see?”

You kissed his cheek. “What do you think?” He chuckled, blushing. Stepping back, he let you climb the ladder first before following. You knew he probably looked up your dress, but you found you didn’t mind.

At the top, your blood raced. Dick wrapped his arm around your waist once he joined you. “It’s like swinging through the city,” Dick said, taking the flyer bar out of it’s holder.

“Just more muscle and coordination. No grapple gun to correct the mistakes.” You nodded, holding onto Dick tight. A lump formed in your throat. Truth be told, you mostly drove on your motorcycle when you went on patrol.

He chuckled. “You want to swing together first? Just to the other platform. I know it’s a little scary for the first time.”

“I’ll say.” You snorted. Dick tightened his arm around you. You, in turn, held him like your life depended on it.

Dick laughed, lifting you slightly and jumping off the platform. A little scream escaped you as you were suddenly flying. Your stomach dropped to your feet. You looked down before going back to Dick’s face. His confident grin brought your stomach back to where it was supposed to be.

All too soon, you and Dick landed on the opposite platform. “That was...awesome!” You giggled, letting go of Dick to hop in place.

Dick watched you, beaming. “See? It’s not too different from swinging in the city.”

“It’s better.” You took the bar from him. “Let’s go again.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Dick took hold of the bar. His hand brushed against yours as his arm wrapped back around your waist. “Ready?”

“Always.” You grinned at him before you both jumped off together.

***

Over the next hour, you grew more reassured with the trapeze. Dick walked you through more complicated moves. There were a lot of falls onto the safety net below, but it only added to the fun.

“I think I understand more about the painting now,” you said as you flipped up to sit on your flyer bar. Dick flipped up on his bar too, sitting to face you. “It’s magical.” You leaned back, pumping your legs to swing gently.

Dick chuckled. “I’ve never experienced anything else like it. My parents were so lucky to do this for a living.” You looked up at him to see a sad smile on his face. “Of course, what I do for a living is far better for society.”

“Stopping crime and corruption. Your parents would be proud.” You swore there was a sparkle of tears in Dick’s eyes. Swinging closer to him, you nudged his foot with your own.

Dick smirked, catching your leg with his to keep you close to him. He looked into your eyes. You sighed at his pretty blues, heart melting into a puddle of goo. “You know, I never asked you the big question.”

“Oh, so you were going to ask me to marry you?” You leaned forward to touch your nose to his.

He chuckled, pulling away enough to press a butterfly kiss to your forehead. “No.” His eyes sparkled with youthful excitement. You felt like a teenager all over again. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you be my valentine?”

Your heart pounded. Goosebumps grew on your skin. You leaned forward until your lips were centimeters to his. “Yes, Dick Grayson. I’ll be your valentine.” Dick gasped as you pressed your lips against his.

You never believed the stories about fireworks and seeing stars when you kissed someone. Kissing Wally was nice, hot at times. Other kisses you shared with others never had that earth shattering moment that the media always described.

However, your heart stopped. Your lips tingled from the pressure. All you could feel was him. His hands in your hair, lips molding to yours. Everything faded away.

You leaned forward to get more of him only to suddenly find yourself free falling. “(Y/N)!” Dick shouted. You screamed, hitting the net below. Soon, Dick landed on the net, bouncing you. He crawled over to your side. “Are you okay?”

Looking up at him, you found yourself hysterically giggling. Dick’s brow furrowed in concern. You waved at him, trying to speak, but the laughter wouldn’t stop.

“I didn’t think kissing me would be so funny,” Dick mumbled, blushing. He looked away.

“No.” You hiccupped, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I loved it.” You cupped his face and pulled him back to you. He moaned before melting into you. This time, you saw stars.

***

Dick sighed, pulling the warm body curled beside him closer. He opened his eyes to take in the sight of you. You were still fast asleep, hair a mess against your pillow. He kissed your cheek, looking around the room.

Your bedroom was very much yours. Dick could see the little touches, learning more about you just from your décor choices alone. Plus your bed was surprisingly comfortable.

He chuckled. Contentment filled him as he snuggled back to you. It felt right, being here with you. Last night was perfect. He kissed your cheek again, smiling when you smiled back at him in your sleep.

***

*Bonus*

Dick took his seat at the table. He nodded to Bruce before filling his plate from the spread on the table. It was the batfamily’s monthly brunch. Everyone had fallen quiet when Dick entered the room.

“So...you and (Y/N)?” Bruce asked, sipping his coffee.

Dick smirked. He looked around the room at his siblings. All with smug expressions. He wished he could record this. You would get a kick out of it.

“She said yes.” Dick took a bite of bacon. The food went dead silent. Bruce’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Tim and Steph had dropped jaws. Barbara shook her head in disbelief. Cass frowned, studying Dick carefully.

“Master Dick, it isn’t polite to tease.” Alfred clicked his tongue, pouring juice in Dick’s glass.

“I’m not teasing. She said yes to being my valentine.” Dick laughed when the entire room breathed a sigh. “What did you guys think?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, relaxing. “Dick, that was mean,” Steph groaned, throwing her hands up in the air. “I was so excited to plan a wedding, then Tim could help with the divorce two weeks later.”

“Good for you, Dick.” Barbara elbowed his side hard. “And you’re lucky (Y/N) tells me everything.”

“And that (Y/N) lowered her standards even more than they already were,” Tim mumbled, grinning when Dick glared at him.

Dick shook his head, taking another bite of bacon as he checked his phone. He had a text from you, asking if he wanted to meet up for dinner and patrol. His heart fluttered as he quickly texted yes back.

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Day 3 - The Warren

Day: 1, 2

As you looked up, a shuttered gasp was your only response. A pale ‘man’ towered over you, his blue eyes swirled with vivid shades of pink as your eyes remained locked. A small twitch threw your eyes to the top of his head, and then downward back to the floor as you discovered his two long, strawberry-blond rabbit ears. Their fur appeared velvety in the glimmers of light as they floated centimeters about the floor.

But the appearance of softness meant nothing as you shivered. The stranger had his full weight on you. Pinning your stomach to the stone as his clawed hands pushed against your shoulders. His wide smile seemed off as you felt his hands clench and relax against your tense muscles.

A silent warning.

Stay still.

For a moment longer he stared. Ignoring the barking and snarling that echoed off the stone and soil. Until two shadows fully bathed the two of you in the soft darkness. Only then did the ‘man’ slowly turn his head upward to the front of the hole.

Your eyes followed his as you saw the two canids. They were reunited. The copper coywolf next to the blond wolf. Both snarled at the rabbit man. Drool dripped down their chins as they glared from the exit. It was a tense stand-off. One that you could taste as it choked your throat.

“Now, boys.” He spoke. “It looks like you’re a touch too late.”

His hands moved. They slide like cold serpents down from your shoulders to your hips.

The dogs responded with thunderous growls; the blond took the lead. His large, scarred hand reached forward into the hole. A promise of pursuit as his nails dug into the soil.

Somehow, the rabbit’s smile grew even larger.

“So, that’s how you want to play it.” He chirped.

It was like a flash bang went off when he grabbed your bag from your back. He pulled hard enough that you felt the straps snap and your body rise off the floor.

You hit the floor with a grunt as he threw it at the blond. Then with his sharp hands flipped you over. Your stomachs now touching.

The wolf caught the bag and threw it at the other, dashing down the hole. The coywolf yelped but was quick to follow after.

The rabbit wasted no time in forcing your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

“Hang on, Love.”, was all he said, before jumping backward down the tunnel.

Shocked, you slotted yourself against his bare chest and prayed for strength to return to your weary limbs as you felt the rabbit man move.

Out of your periphery, your heart raced as you saw the beasts run forward. The blond’s large canines glinted as he snapped at your shirt. The copper one following behind, his bays reverberated around you.

Yet, the rabbit seemed more confident. His movements were fluid as they came to a more open space. In the dim light, his hand moved to the small of your back as he turned from his backward movements to a more forward one.

You almost screamed as the world turned upside down. Your hips bounced as the beast man changed his stride.

He picked a tunnel to the right, and your bodies bounced off each other as he tried to spirit you away from the dogs.

The chase felt like a morbid rollercoaster. Each turn he took felt like a rocking cart as your weight swayed to the balance of the rabbit. The hills and valleys of the tunnel mazes became dizzying as he kicked up dirt.

As the world of tunnels grew darker, so did the growls soften. In the inky blackness, the labyrinth became near silence. Soon the only sounds you could hear were the rapid beat of your heart and the faint heavy breathing from the rabbit.

You could feel his running slow. Then stop as he came to another open cavern. One of his clawed hands reached again to the small of your back. This time, with an unexpected gentleness, he caressed it. His head lowered to your tucked face and whispered.

“It’s okay now, Poppet.” His breath tickled your ear as your arms trembled. “We’ve gotten away, you can let go.”

With a heavy breath, you dropped. Your limbs fell to the earth like they had gone numb. While your head luckily, was still being held by the strange man. Who paused at your collapsed state before easing it onto the dirt.

All you wanted in that moment was to take in the darkness. Let the coolness of the dirt and peace around you take you away. To fall asleep. To pray that this time, you would wake up at home. In your bed.

But, you couldn’t. Not when that rabbit thing hovered nearby. Especially not when several questions banged around your head when you remembered he spoke.

Slowly, you rose up. Gazed at where you assumed he moved to and you called to him.

“Thank you.” You started, “But, who are you?”

You heard the rabbit shuffle closer to you again, a smile in his British voice, replied.

“My name’s Oliver, Poppet. But you are welcome to call me Ollie. And you are?”

Nodding you spoke your name as your dominant hand reached to your neck. Fingers felt for the headlamp and slumped forward at the relief of its mechanical presence. “Where are we?”

“The warren, aka" He stated proudly. "my home.”

You gave another nod as you pushed for more details. What was that place above, who were those beasts, and what were they?

Oliver hummed for a second. “I’d be more than happy to answer you, Darling. But, not here.” You heard him shuffle towards you again, this time you felt his hand on yours. “Those boys could still be in the tunnels, and I would hate to be ambushed during a good chat.”

“Where do we go then?”

Oliver chuckled. “To the nest, Love.”

Before you could question why a rabbit would have a nest, he tugged you along. His long nails loosely grazed your hand as you were forced to crawl in front of him.

At another tunnel entrance, he pushed you through. “Go on, Poppet. I’ll be right behind you.”

With no other choice, you moved forward. Just like your first race through the tunnels, Oliver led. This time, from behind. He didn’t complain about your slow pace but instead commented on how rough it must be for a soft being like yourself to navigate these tunnels.

You didn’t comment back much. Just little nods and hums of agreement. Especially as the rough terrain scrapped against your palms and knees.

How the heck did he fly down these halls?

“Alright, Poppet.” His hand came to rest on your back. He whispered to you.

“I’m going to need you to lean low." Before you could question why. He finished his dialogue with a simple. "Then, you’ll have to forgive me for climbing over you.”

“What?! Why?!” You scream-whispered.

“Because,” He giggled. “How else will I be able to open the door. You don’t quite have the strength to do it?”

You oh’ed and squished yourself flat. A small heat on your cheeks at the innocence of the situation. Then realized he mentioned a door. You didn’t see a door in the darkness. Nor come to a crashing halt. Where was-

Oliver hopped over. Even in the tight space and dark, you were sure it was graceful.

You heard his feet move against the dirt. They sounded large as he pushed open a wooden door, and a teal-blue light flooded the tunnel.

Astonished, the light didn’t hurt your eyes. You blinked, finally seeing Oliver in his full lagomorphic glory.

You were right, his feet were large, and just like the dogs from before the rabbit legs reached up to his knees. They were well-muscled and coated in what appeared to be thick, strawberry-blond fur. Luckily a simple, brown loincloth kept him decent. As he turned to invite you into his nest, you were able to see his tail. It looked like someone flicked a fat glob of whipped cream onto his backside. It was a perfect swirl of white and pink fur. His arms were lean and had patches of fur that flowed up to a matching chest. His smile and strange eyes were still bright as he leaned back to you. His hand took yours as he pulled you inside.

Allowing yourself to be dragged inside, you sat near Oliver as he shut the door. You watched as he pushed it outward with a heavy grunt. Then he produced a petrified-looking log and barred the door with it.

He clapped his hands and turned back to you with a satisfied smile.

“Righty-o Poppet. Now,” He moved through the circular room to sit in the pile of the glowing moss and fur that sat in its center. His hand gestured to a spot next to him. “What were your questions again?”

Slowly, you crept to the spot and settled on the moss and fur. Your hand carded through the material before repeating your questions.

What was that place above us? What are you? Who were those two dog beasts? And what did they want from me?

“That’s right.” He nodded. Then he thought for a moment. “Well, poppet we don’t really have a name for this place. Most of us just call our territories home, but I never heard of a land getting some kind of title.” His hand waved as if he dismissed the thought of the creatures here being united under a single-named land. “As for what we are," He smiled and leaned closer. "Primitiva Animarum, is what we call ourselves at the very lea-”

“But, what does that mean?” You interrupted.

Oliver’s eyes swirled pinker for a second as his eyes became hard. His hand reached up and covered your mouth. You could feel the claws dig into your cheeks as his smile became demeaning.

“Now, Poppet it’s rude to interrupt. Let me finish your questions and then you may speak.”

You nodded quickly. The silent threat prevented you from making a sound.

“Good” He purred while removing his hand. “Now, where was I?” His fingers tapped against his chin before snapping. “That’s right, as Primitiva Animarum, we are beings with more,” His eyes rolled as he struggled to find the right word. “primitive instincts. The desire to survive and feast. Just like the animals that exist outside of this place. And like them, we vary greatly in appearance and strategy.”

You nod again. Unsure why he would describe himself so basely. He seemed to act with more sense than the previous two. Almost like a human cosplaying as a hybrid creature.

“Regarding the boys. That would be Allen and James. A pair of canid brothers that own the meadow above. They have for moons now, and they wanted to eat.”

“Eat?” You echoed, dread again filling the pit of your stomach.

“Yes,” Oliver nodded. “Eat you.”

“But,” You shuffled backward. “I’m Human! Sure, I’m made of flesh, but we’re so similar in appearance.”

“So?” Oliver cocked his head as he smiled sharply. “How else do you expect to survive?”

“Aren’t there other creatures here, things that aren’t the Primitiva Animarum?”

Oliver just shook his head. His eyes sly as he spoke. “Just us.” He paused for a moment. “And the occasional human.”

Your chest felt tight as your lungs burned. You realized how close you had just been to being devoured. The materials of the nest seemed to wrap around your legs. Trapping you to the floor while the walls closed in. If it wasn't for Oliver, you would have been dead. As you rolled into the fetal position, your eyes drifted to the blocked door. If it’s a dog-eat-dog world here, that means you've locked yourself in with a predator. A helpless meal that happily walked through his door?

Sensing your fear, Oliver leaned forward. His nails caressed your hair as he cooed to you. “It’s ok Poppet, I’m a part of the leporines.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re safe.”

You lifted your head, and slightly leaned it to the right as you looked at Oliver. “What do you mean?”

“Leporines tend to eat plants.” He grabbed a lock of your hair. As he drew his arm back, he let it fall between his fingers. “You have nothing to fear from me.”

You watched it fall, chewing your lower lip all the while. Your mind replayed Oliver’s words. It made sense, he’s a part rabbit. You’ve never heard of a rabbit eating meat or anything about a rabbit killing a human.

He also saved you. And in no easy feat, carried you from danger into his odd, little nest.

As you released a calm, steady breath. You met his eyes and reached out for his hand. A simple, thank you left your lips as you glided your hand across his.

Oliver smiled back at you. His expression softened with a dark look in his eyes as he used his free hand to hold your cheek.

“You don’t have to thank me, Poppet.”

You yawned and leaned into his hand. The calmer atmosphere started to sink into your weary bones.

The Primitiva Animarum chuckled as he looked upon your blunter teeth. His hands moved to your arms, messaging them until he stopped at your shoulders. “You must be tried.” He then hopped back, removing himself from you. “Why don’t you rest, while I go gather some herbs for dinner.”

Before you could even question or argue Oliver pushed you down. His sudden pounce knocked the air out of you as your back collided with the nest.

“Just rest.” Oliver put his head close to yours. His clawed hands groped at your flesh in a poor attempt to ease their ache. His breath tickled your ear as he purred. “Your muscles feel so stiff. Dinner will taste so much better if you relax.”

The feeling of shock returned as you stared. All you could think to do was agree as he continued his handsy behavior.

“Good.” He muttered. This time, he removed himself slowly like he feared you wouldn’t listen. When you didn’t get up, but instead cuddled down into the moss, he turned and left. The wooden door screeched as it trapped you in his nest with the log cast off to the side.

You were cut off from the rest of this strange world.

With Oliver gone and the silence of the warren around you, exhaustion and relief finally bore their full weight. The brunt of it sat on your eyelids as they drooped. Then closed.

A feeling pulled at your lower abdomen. It was subtle enough at first that it could be ignored but then became intense. Then changed to a full feeling as you rolled. With a huff, you rose but regretted it as your bladder fluttered. You had your new dilemma.

To find a place to pee.

Now alert, you floundered to crouch. Your eyes followed the walls as you looked for an outlet or a side tunnel.

There was a spot to the right where the glowing moss thinned. The shadows around it created the appearance of a solid curve, but as you crawled closer, you felt a gap.

A tunnel!

Like a drunk man on his fifteenth drink, you dove through. You followed the grooved surface as it ran deeper, and thankfully not darker. The outlet eventually evened as you found another section of glow moss.

In the faint light, you saw another opening to your right. With no fear, you turned to it. Hoping that it would be a bathroom of some sort.

Creeping inside you expected a bad or unusual smell. Instead of the scent of earth or a latrine, it was iron. Faint, but distinct enough to give you pause.

Your nails ground against the loose soil as dread began to rise. The words from Oliver played like a skipping CD in your brain.

Leporines tend to eat plants. Tend to eat plants. Tend to. Tend. TEND.

Your gut dropped.

Adrenaline made quick work of shutting up your bladder. The crawl became painfully slow as you came closer to the end. The smell of iron became stronger, and somehow wetter. Like someone had turned on a rusty hose. Or been heavily wounded.

The light was beginning to become fainter as the moss was left behind. In the dimness, you pressed on but hissed as your knee bumped something.

It was sharp. And slashed your knee as it bounced up to hit your arm.

Leaning back, you grabbed your leg. The wound didn’t look too big or deep in the faint light. Your blood flowed like a warm, sticky river as it gushed and covered your calf. Quickly, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and forced it against your knee. You held it for a few minutes, and the flow slowed. Then stopped.

Satisfied with your makeshift treatment, you reached for the object that hurt you.

At first, you weren’t sure what it was. The object was dark and looked broken. Almost like something had chewed the original piece until it snapped. You leaned back more to hold it up to the light. Rotating it in your hands, you gasped and dropped it.

It was bone. A human-looking bone. One that had deep bite marks.

Disgusted, you kicked it away.

It clattered and banged. The cacophony didn’t sound like stone. More like bowling pins when the ball hits a strike.

Shakily, you crawled again. Chasing the source of the sound.

Your hand slipped against an edge. Then your other went down against the cliff side. In a flurry of panicked pushes were able to help you regain your balance as you backed up. The stability of the earth beneath your palms and knees was only comforting for a moment.

Sweat beaded as you looked down. The urge to vomit became great as stomach acid rolled up to climb your esophagus.

Bones. Bones everywhere.

The cavern was full of them. They came in all sizes and shapes. Even from this distance, you could make out a few dismembered skulls.

It felt like a morbid collection.

Or a sign.

He was gonna eat you.

You dashed back. Scrambling to fly like Oliver had earlier through the tunnels.

You raced back up through the first tunnel as you recalled that first interaction with him.

"Now, boys.” He spoke. “It looks like you’re a touch too late.”

He didn't mean that in terms of rescue.

He meant it as a boast.

That you would HIS DINNER.

Nails broke further as you reached the nest. Your head whipped around as you looked for the rabbit.

He wasn’t there.

You have a chance to escape.

Pulling at the door, you grunted. A come on, breathe between your clenched teeth.

It groaned. Moaned as it moved an inch at a time. The bottom of the door rattled as it caught and released itself from the floor.

You didn’t have time to wait. When you felt the door open wide enough, you forced yourself through like a panicked cat.

Then paused.

You forgot about the dark.

In a panic, you rushed to your neck. Scrambling with pained fingers for the headlamp. A loud click resonated as you forced the button down.

In an instant, the labyrinth ahead was bathed in an artificial, white glow.

Steeling your resolve, you moved the lamp to your head. A deep breath to steady your shaking hands before you crawl forward. Your hands and tender knees padded along the dirt. Your pace was even at first, steady like the rapid beat of your heart. Each turn you took; you paused to listen and glance around.

You hope that just like your fall into the mines, something would signal an exit. A breeze, a glint or glimmer, something would save you.

“Poppet!”

His call was faint. A mere echo off the walls as you turn to look behind you.

There was nothing there, but that didn't mean he wasn't in pursuit.

Moving more rapidly, you ignore Oliver’s calls. You scramble to move faster up the tunnels as his voice grows louder.

“Dearie!” He pleads as sweetly as nectar. “Come out! I promised not to hurt you!”

You start to pant. The tunnels feel tighter as you turn a corner. The earth beneath you shook.

Is he running?

His cries were getting louder. More desperate and frequent like an overprotective parent calling for their missing child.

“Please come back. I’m here to protect you.”

He kept calling. Repeating false promises of safety.

Then something changed. He wasn’t pleading anymore.

“I’m guessing you found the bones?”

He knew and was getting closer.

“The smell of blood gave it away."

His voice was getting louder.

"Don’t worry Love, I’ll make it quick.”

Fearing the worst, you follow the tunnels faster as you switched from a crawl to a crouched hobble. At each junction, you picked ones that slope upward. No matter how slight the incline was. Your fingers began to bend and tremble as they tried to hold onto the stone. Anything to prevent you from sliding down the ever-increasing incline.

“Poppet, the longer you draw this out the worse it will feel!”

The earth went from a tremble to a harsh shake. And against your better judgment, turn your head backward.

There he was.

In the faint light of your lamp stalked the rabbit Primitiva Animarum. Even from the far end of the tunnel, you could see the hunger in his eyes. The lamp caused them to flash blue like a police siren crying out in warning. The long canines that were once hidden by the shadows and dim lights were now prominently displayed.

You knew he desired something carnal. Something primal.

He wanted your blood.

He stalked closer. Nails glinted in the light as you scrambled.

He wanted your flesh.

“There you are.”

Your bones were to grow his collection.

He rushed forward.

Screaming you jumped higher. Barley escaped his nails as you fought to get higher.

He thumped his foot and growled as he watched you climb up. Dust fell from his hair and face as he repositioned. Then he lept.

It was a race and Oliver was catching up quickly.

There was an opening ahead! You hoped that this one would be an exit.

A hand gripped your leg. You rolled as Oliver tugged on you. Trying to pull you underneath him.

“NO!” You screamed as you kicked at him. Your free leg aimed for his hands and face.

Oliver’s free hand moved in a blur as it tried to catch your other leg. His smile grew as he inched you closer.

You kicked up.

Your foot connected with his chin. A harsh clack rang out in the tunnel as his grip loosened and his head flew up smashing against the tunnel roof.

Taking some initiative, you kicked again. This one struck his shoulder. The force was enough that he gasped as he slid down. He scraped the floor as he went to the bottom of the underground hill.

You wasted no time and scrambled again. This time reaching the outlet. You stuck your head out.

A cry of relief went out into the ‘fresh night’ air. You pulled at the ‘moonlit’ grass around you as your legs kicked against the warren’s walls.

Almost there.

Clawed hands grabbed at your waist.

“Not so fast, Poppet.”

He was back.

Oliver heaved. He was determined to drag you back down. His nails dug into your hips. You could feel the points in your muscles as you struggled against him.

“LET GO!”

You kicked again. Hoping for a successful strike again.

He moved and pushed your legs outward. Quick to slot himself between them.

You pushed against the dirt again. You got a little higher. Your chest was now on the grass and you could feel him pull again.

Kicking again, you struggled for a grip as he attempted to wrench you off the ledge.

You yelped as you felt his teeth sink into your left love handle. Your blood flowed for the second time that night as his arms wrapped around your thighs. He groaned, reaching up to claw against your back.

No, no! You panicked. His nails sliced your shirt. Your hands scratch at the ground. Where’s a rock when you need it.

You feel his teeth slice into your flesh. A howl escaped your throat as your hands clutched something hard.

A rock! God hadn’t abandoned you.

Quickly you dig at it, slowly trying to win against the life-or-death tug of war you two were locked in.

Oliver’s jaw tenses as it prepares to rip that chuck away. Ready to start devouring you.

The rock came loose.

The momentum of the freed stone caused you to fall. Down into Oliver’s arm as he released his bite. The large wound on your love handle flowed freely, but the flesh was mostly intact from his sawing.

On a dime, you turn. You face the man with a bloody smile and lift your rock high.

You hit him. That corner of the stone pounded against his skull.

He screamed as you struck him again. This time in the temple he staggered backwards. For a second you feared that he would bounce back, but his eyes remained rolled back as he twitched on the floor.

Wasting no time, you clutched your rock and climbed out of the exit.

The lamp lit the way as you ran away from the warren. Determined to put as much space between you and the primitive animarum.

The grass crunched as you slowed and gazed around the area. The once bright ‘sun’ crystal was as dim as the moon as you looked at the mostly empty grass behind you and in the dim distance, the strange boreal forest.

You couldn’t go back. It was too risky.

But. You looked ahead. There was a groove of conifers.

You jogged and did your best to ignore the throb in your sides as you ran to the conifers.

It felt like forever but it was really only thirty minutes.

A loud scream turned your back to the grassy field as you slowed to a stop at the base of the conifer groove. You felt your legs nearly give out as you saw the small speck of Oliver exit the warren.

He stood at full height. His teeth were bloodied and barred as he whipped every which way. His head angled upward then downward, seeming to sniff for something.

His body turned straight to you.

Oh no!

You dashed into the woods. Your legs were unsteady as you bushed your way through the foliage.

You had to get away. Your survival instincts tunneled your vision.

It caused you to ignore the golden strands. The strands that seemed to float from tree to tree. That sparkled as they draped over the plants around you in a sticky frost.

But, you had no choice. Better to face the spider’s web than the rabbit’s wrath.

Day 4

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #13 days of halloween #VERY LATE #2p america #2p canada #2p england #hybrid #hybrid things #Primitiva Animarum is my fancy way of saying hybrid #Oliver is such a liar #Run MC RUN!#Oliver is the Monty python bunny

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andiemax · 10 months ago

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maybe one thought

ahh I love him so much ..

little guy by @jasper00nb

#FD!Sans #friend au #my art #I know it’s in a sorry state but it’s late #very late #he helps me sleep at night

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toloveawarlord · 2 years ago

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Event: Be My Valentine 2023 (Edition: Valentine's Day)

Pairing: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

Prompt: "Spread those legs for me, beautiful"

Rating: 18+ Explicit

wc: 1.6k

a.n.: I am a simp for Ran Haitani. That's all.

The day had passed in a blink. Usually work dragged by but you were filled with anxious excitement and somehow you were climbing the stairs of the apartment complex that Ran lived in. Today was the day that all girls were scrambling to impress their lovers, and you were no exception.

Using the key that Rindou had loaned you, you were given access to the empty apartment. Perfect for setting up a surprise. Certainly, you'd spent an ample amount of time last night making some homemade chocolates, but that wasn't enough.

Taking full advantage of the small DJ booth that Rindou had assembled, music pumped you up while you unpacked all your things. Any girl could cook a meal for their man, but you were going to do more than simply make food.

A single text from Rindou alerted you to finish up your preparations. He had easily relinquished the apartment to the two of you, stating that noise canceling headphones weren't enough to block out the sounds.

Which you weren't complaining about.

"Baby, I'm home!" Ran called as he swung the door open. Love was truly in the air, and it was suffocating without you. Making out in public was one of his favorite pastimes. But instead of showing you off to the lonely shitheads at the bar, he was one of those bums, hanging out with his brother of all people on Valentine's Day.

He was quite thrilled when Rindou admitted to keeping him busy for you. It was adorable that you'd planned a surprise. You did all sorts of cute things like this, and it made him oh so happy.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" You were nervous, for sure. The two of you were intimate often, very often, but waiting, perched on the back of the couch in nothing but a bright red body harness, made you anxious, the excited kind.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Ran was known for his ability to control himself, except when it came to you. The harness invited his gaze to your tits, plumping them up. Violet eyes followed the straps down, crisscrossing over your stomach and leading to your thighs. He was too greedy to wait, practically salivating at the mouth. "Spread those legs for me, beautiful."

And you did. Slowly. You were on a high, feeling proud to have stopped him so thoroughly, as if he had short circuited at the sight of you. As Ran was drinking in your figure, you were studying his every expression. Lust. Love. His gaze intense, eyes hungry. His tongue darted out from between his lips at the sight of your pussy.

"All this for me, huh?" His brain finally disconnected solely from his cock, and Ran crossed the space to you. He needed to feel your soft skin under his fingers, needed to taste your lips right this very second.

"Well, there's also homemade chocolates if you're interested."

Ran chuckled, taking a rough kiss before answering. "Unless I get to eat them off this pretty body, it'll have to wait. Although I'm much too impatient for even that." His pants strained from how hard he was.

You leaned back enough to retrieve the bottle of lube off the cushion. "I'm all ready so no need to wait. I'm spoiling you today."

It was hard to tell whose hands did what, both rushing to remove his clothes. Ran could get frustrated easily when he was so turned on, which usually ended up with your clothes being ripped off.

"Fuckin' hell-" Ran groaned, struggling to unbutton his top. It was one of a kind and he wasn't about to ruin it. But you had been quite busy with his lower half, and having much more success. Your hand slick with lube rubbed gently over his aching cock.

He'd never been able to figure out how you were so fucking amazing with just your hand.

"Having trouble?" You teased, trying not to laugh at him. This was a side of Ran that no one would see but you. Frustrated. Embarrassed. A hint of pink on his cheeks and the most adorable pout on his lips that only lasted a second when you swiped your thumb over his tip, gathering the precum to mix with the lube.

And you were the only person who could get away with teasing him so boldly.

Freed of his clothes, the older Haitani could finally stop holding himself back. You were eagerly receptive, latching your legs around his waist and draping your arms over his shoulders in order to not topple backwards when he thrust into you.

Matching groans of relief came from you both.

"I won't let you fall," Ran said, securing you with his arm around your lower back. It was all the warning he gave. He had to satisfy his craving for you this very instant.

Fast and deep thrusts rocked you and the couch that you barely touched. The fleeting anxiety of toppling back was overshadowed by the sheer fact that Ran was practically hold you up with one arm and fucking you without any restraint. You found it incredibly sexy of him.

Ran muttered curses against your neck, occupying his mouth with the taste of your skin. He altered between tender kisses and nipping to leave plenty of hickeys. Not even the most violent of brawls could compare to the euphoric sensation that you provided him. "Fuck, so fuckin'- perfect, baby."

"Ah-- Ran-" You whined his name, the only fully formed word that you could muster. His cock filled you up, almost too much but it felt so fucking good.

He did adore the way you said his name. It sounded so sugary sweet and utterly filthy at the same time. "Gonna cum already?" He teased your clit, barely swiping his finger over the nub to make you jerk in his arms.

Your head bobbed in response, whimpering each time he tapped the sensitive bundle of nerves. You managed a soft, needy please. Although you were supposed to be spoiling him, it typically ended this way. You, a complete and utter mess begging Ran for more and more pleasure.

You'd never find him complaining.

"Look at me."

The deep violet of his eyes was your favorite color. They could command your attention without a single word. You could so easily lose yourself in their depths, so deep that nothing existed except for him.

"I never tire of looking at your pretty face, especially when you're like this. So, show me how good you feel and cum." Ran's grip around you tightened in anticipation of your orgasm. You tended to lose complete control of your body, which he loved to see. Rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure, your walls spasmed around him.

Your lips parted but no sound came out. His intense gaze held yours, allowing him a full view of your face when you came. The release came quick and hard, setting your nerves alight with tingling pleasure.

Ran nearly faltered with how hard you were squeezing his cock. He rocked his hips harder to keep thrusting into you even when your cunt was pushing him out. Combined with the filthy expression on your face, he was more than ready to fill you up with his cum. "Fuck, fuck-"

He shuddered, slowing his thrusts to finish emptying himself into your warm pussy.

All the energy drained and you leaned forward to rest your head against his shoulder, soaking up being enveloped in his arms. His gentle petting of your head could have put you to sleep. "There's one more thing."

"More than letting me fuck you in a body harness and chocolate? I can't imagine what else I'd ever need."

You untangled yourself from him and hopped off the back of the couch. "I am the best girlfriend ever, so of course there's more." You could walk. You could definitely, totally walk. Except your legs were not receiving the signal, more made of jello than muscle at the moment.

Ran snickered, lips quirked up into the cocky smirk that made you want to either punch him or kiss him. "Need some help?" It simply meant he'd done a good fucking job if you were wobbly after only one round.

"No, I do not," You answered stubbornly. Giving each leg a little wiggle to wake up, you managed to lead him to the bathroom without ending up a puddle on the floor. "Ta da! The perfect third gift."

The counter across from the tub had a variety of items from soothing lotions to hair care products and face masks. If there was one thing that Ran was obsessed with other than you, it was self-care. A little spa treatment after sex.

"You..." It was unusual for Ran to be speechless. He'd never experienced that warm feeling in his chest before you'd come into his life. The bathtub had filled by the time he collected himself. There were plenty of things he wanted to say, but it all came back to one prominent thing. "I love you so fuckin' much."

Ran wasn't the kind of boyfriend who found saying the word love difficult, but it still made you weak each time he did. "I love you, too. Happy Valentine's Day." You disposed of the harness on the floor, knowing that it would surely be a requested piece from him in the future.

The hot water soothed the soreness in your body. You settled in with your back against Ran's chest, both of you with hair up, face masks on, and a glass of wine in hand to have a relaxing bath. You weren't sure how you were going to top this year's gift, but you were certain that next year, you'd be even more in love with him.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev #tokyo rev smut #ran haitani #ran haitani smut #valentine fic #very late #haitani brothers

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