#c: kori

[all-blades]

@from-starbolts a chance reunion.

As Jason watched the scene at the warehouse unfold from his sniper's nest, he can't help but think: what the fuck? Because what he's seeing is not something he even remotely thought he'd have to deal with. The only Titan that should be in Gotham should be the big bird himself — not Starfire. Yet, there she was, making quick work of the thugs that he was supposed to bust.

He does not want to fight her. Doesn't even want to deal with her possibly recognizing them. Because she'll inevitably tell the very people that he doesn't want to know about him yet. He's not ready for that. He bites back a growl, holstering his rifle before closing the distance; leaping from his perch to the roof of the building. He enters through an upper window, and watches her from the catwalk.

Well... His face is completely obscured by his mask, and the modulator is doing its job of distorting his voice. Hopefully enough for a Tamaranian to not pick up on any familiar notes. If not, hopefully the fact that he's been dead for years will do the trick.

"Guess I should be thankin' ya, Kori, for rounding them all up for me. Now they're all sitting pretty. Though, what's a bright star like you doin' in a dump like this, eh? This ain't your haunt." He lets out a short, dry laugh, making himself appear as non-threatening as possible as he seems to casually lean against the railing.

[bununuu]

[plxntbasedbitch]

Pam shrugged her shoulders, a soft, contemptuous huff leaving her lips. “To show off,” she said. “I’m sure she feels very regal.” She rolled her eyes in a clear indication of how she felt about that particular fashion choice. “Never mind that it could potentially be inconvenient for anyone else.” She glanced down at her dress, frowning. More than the stain, which was admittedly negligible, it was the smell. “What on earth was she drinking?” she said, more to herself than the woman in front of her. “It smells like acetone.” She shot a mildly interested glance at her companion. “And you are?”

Koriand'r was perceptive, so of course she noticed how the other redhead clenched her fists. She bit her lip a little, a nervous gesture. She wasn't here to make enemies. But then, the woman calmed herself a little and Kori relaxed too. She smiled to try to ease the tension. "Yes, I am not sure why someone wore a gown with a train to this sort of event." She glanced back at the gown in question behind her, but the woman had already moved along, uncaring about the people she affected.

[moonilit]

Ric realized he can actually make make up products in his lab and like huh why do i know how to do that? And its because back in the day one of his friends was literally golden orange and nobody made products in her color so he learned how to for her

[diickgrays0n]

Dick Grayson was a very particular person in his likes, his dislikes, and with his patience for the latter. He liked working out, maintaining his physique, and being overly careful about what he consumed (to contrast some of his other male teammates). He liked martial arts, a bit of American Football now and again, and a nice car that he kept in mint condition. He didn’t smile nearly enough and getting a laugh out of the man could at times seem like a real feat to have achieved. He stayed up late into the night but always woke up early, he didn’t like milk in his coffee, and really ought to invest a little more in some colour for his wardrobe. But that was who Dick was, and always would be. A hard shell of a man, trying to move on from his childhood and unorthodox years under the parental guidance of Bruce Wayne. No one ever really got to see the more gentle, open side of him. No one saw Richard, nor was anyone allowed to call him that.

Kori liked to call him Richard.

He remembered the first time he met Koriand’r, not that she seemed to particularly enjoy being called by her own name, either. He’d known her for some time now, and they’d always been good friends, considering they were the oldest in the Titans, but that day always stood out for him. When she had quite literally fallen from the sky in a blaze, crashed right into the man and left him toppling to the ground. She’d spoken to him in a foreign tongue, before kissing him. Suddenly, she was perfect in English. Well, nearly perfect, her grammar tended to be somewhat unique compared to the ordinary human. But from that day onwards, everyone had clocked the strange soft spot Dick had held towards the woman, how he smiled a little more when she was around, how his eyes seemed to enjoy her tall legs and perfectly long, red hair. You couldn’t question him on it though.

It was late at night. Most of the team had retreated to their rooms for private time, even Garfield, though he seemed to be awkwardly attempting to get into Rachel’s good books more often than normal, recently. Dick had been sat in his room for some time now; the place was minimalist, crisp, and spotless. Not a speck of dirt, he was a bit of a perfectionist. Freshly shaved, he was about to switch off the lights and get some sleep, when he heard, muffled, what sounded like a yelp, and an unfamiliar male voice. Always a pesimist, his face deepened in a frown, slowly rising from the bed and making his way out of his bedroom door and into the dark hallway, following the sound of the stranger, wanting to know who fuck was in his headquarters that he hadn’t authorised.

[ambeauty]

All I Know is that I Can Not Go Back

She closed her eyes tightly. She didn’t think she would be affected like this but everything that went down with Sebastian made her skin crawl like never before. From the Church of Blood drugging and brainwashing, Project Starfire, Star Labs, it was all too fucking much. “It’s just me.” He whispered softly and wrapped his arm around her.

“That’s the problem.” She muttered under her breath.

“What do you mean Kory?” He turned her chin slightly so she was looking into his eyes. They were wide and hurt was decorating his deep stare.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to have this conversation.” She stood up straight and crossed her arms in front of her body, effectively shutting him out in case he decided to disappoint her again.

“What conversation?” He steps back and mirrors her pose crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.

That’s how it always is with him. She wants to have an honest conversation and his wall of invulnerability starts forming in front of her, brick by brick.

“About us. About what happened in Metropolis?” She raises her chin at him.

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[kalmeria]

still got it (not)

[jsvchs]

las palabras de la contraria le hacen entrecerrar ligeramente la mirada mientras la observa con curiosidad y no tarda en sonreír. "¿uno de los animalitos de mi colección será suficiente?" ofrece haciendo un gesto con la mano para señalar la media docena de mini animales de felpa que tiene perfectamente alineados sobre el mostrador y exhala con diversión. "... ¿o tal vez prefieras algo de comer? las opciones no son tan limitadas con eso, si me lo preguntas."

mirada viaja hacia quien parece dirigirse hacia ella, y la situación le parece instantáneamente graciosa, por un contexto que por supuesto contrario desconoce. “si puedo asegurarte que voy a ganar… ¿cuál es mi premio?” se divierte, sonrisita se extiende sobre pétalos, en un desafío que no carga con verdad, no realmente.

[strawdool]

A redraw of one of my first cotl fanarts and curiously was kori IONFSAOINFOSIAN

au and designs by @xmajordumps c:

here's the old version (x)

[bununuu]

category is: kori tweeting about lydia before they were announced on drag race

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [wlw][mdni][friends to more?][pining][exhibitionism?][self gaslighting][Tamaran customs][yoga][reader is downbad][kissing (⁠灬^‿^灬⁠)][praise][nipple sucking][scissoring][fingering]

"Kory..."

You groan, eyes squeezed shut and you're exhausted, letting out huffs of exhaustion as you continue to be follow Kory onto the rooftop of the Titans building. The sunlight streams in hot, golden strands, beating down on you.

"It's like, 6AM. Everyone else is sleeping."

Like all sweethearts, Kory felt that with the messiness of being a superhero, she's been disconnected from you. And what other way to bond with your closest friend, than waking them up at the asscrack of dawn to do something new every second morning?

"Kory, I'm hungry." You whine.

Kory ignores you, continuing to roll out her yoga mat and she inhales sharply. The morning air is crisp and she settles down on her mat, legs folded and she glances towards you, expectantly.

And you whine, but comply.

Mimicking her motions, and you settle down on your own mat, fingers laced in your lap and you let out a deep breath, back slumped like a capital C and expression scrunched because it's like the Sun just gets brighter.

And Kory giggles. "Open your eyes."

"We're literally facing the Sun. It burns and I could go blind." You deadpan, blinking rapidly because fuck, your eyes are so dry right now.

"Better to go blind, than to not see the world."

Her voice is something that's so sweet. So saccharine that it takes you a hot minute to realise that she's saying some bullshit and you turn to face Kory, instead.

"Who taught you that?"

"I came up with it." She beams, dimples deepening in her tanned cheeks and you hum.

"I can tell."

You allow yourself to bake in the warm, golden sunlight bathing the both of you as you face the ball of gas and you peek at Kory from the corner of your eye.

Her lashes are resting on those stupidly high cheekbones, full, mauve toned lips curled into a soft and almost appreciative smile and her hair flows down her back like a river of magma. Voluminous, so flattering and you swallow hard.

She looks like some kind of deity.

"You look like a sexy orange."

You watch the way her lips purse, dimples deepening in her cheeks as she tries not to laugh before her eyes flutter open, and she looks at you, head cocked.

"Can you take anything seriously?" She hums, lips quirked in amusement and you shake your head.

"Definitely not, no." You blow out a breath. "And if you take it seriously, it's an even harder no."

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Yoga's definitely not for you, but watching Kory do it, is a salve to your wounded ego.

Because never once have you ever been insecure about being inflexible.

"Kory, my knees."

"It's only been 12 seconds." Her belly flexes as she giggles, her arms raised over her head and they're straight as an arrow.

Her chest heaves with each deep and even breath she takes, her little cropped shirt mocking you as it flutters in the warm, summery breeze that makes you wish you took off your hoodie but you know damn well, you're not even wearing a sports bra under it.

You're facing her.

Her gaze doesn't waver.

How are her eyes so magnetic, when she doesn't even have a fucking pupil? Just... A green orb in a socket but you feel like they're pulling you in.

"You're staring." Kory comments, her voice quiet alongside the chirps of the birds, and you let out a breath. Heavy, shaky and so, so unfit.

"Really?" You puff out. "I couldn't tell on account that I'm looking at you."

And she sighs, almost dramatically and she lowers her arms for a moment, signalling that it's a switch of position. "Do you have to be so negative?" She questions, and immediately, hits Warrior I again, but this time, with the other leg.

You mimic her stance.

"Kory, I'm sweating at 6AM." You grumble.

"This is the first position." She reminds and your expression nearly crumbles. Your arms hurt, your back hurts, your ankles are aching and your eye's twitching.

"Oh God." You pant. "I think I'm dying."

And she laughs. It's soft. It's melodious. She laughs like if a Disney princess was from an alien planet and had ass for days.

"Well, at least you'd die looking very... Dewy." She reassures. Before her eyes look you over. "Are you regretting not changing into something suitable?"

And you swallow. "No." You lie. You're sweating balls. "I'm very comfortable."

"Just take off your hoodie, I'm not judging."

"I'm not wearing anything underneath."

And Kory blinks. Slow and careful. And there's not a thought behind those eyes.

"They're just breasts? Look, I'll even—"

"No." You interrupt. "There are cameras here and no free shows."

Her lips purse and her brows furrow in that cute little frown she does when she doesn't understand something, "Humans are so odd."

You don't look up when you're in child's pose.

It just doesn't feel right and the coolness of your yoga mat feels so good against your forehead. Your body's aching from the stretches, your brain's just a bit fuzzy because how does her sweat smell like cinnamon?

Your shoulders are so relaxed, your arms stretched out ahead of you, your knees tucked to your chest and you let out an even breath.

"This is nic—"

"And into downward dog."

You listen to the way Kory rustles, her body moving and your gaze flicks up.

"Kory!" You nearly scream. "I can see your whole pussy."

Her legs are straight, feet and palms flat against that violet yoga mat, and you can see all the muscles in the backs of her legs flex with the strain.

But you can really focus on, is the outline of her cunt through those yoga shorts, pulling taut against puffy folds and you try not to stare too hard when she peeks at you from between her legs.

"Are you enjoying the 'free show'?" She teases you, lips curled and her hair falling forward in a gorgeous gradient of pinks, reds and oranges, the golden sunlight barely able to filter through the strands.

"No." You breathe out, your cheeks are burning and your ears feel hot. "It feels like you just flashed me."

"You're welcome." She gleams. "Now, get in position."

"Can you turn—"

"There is no time."

No matter what, your gaze keeps flickering up. If you stare hard enough, you can see the subtle pulse of her cunt with each exhale she lets out, and you swallow hard. Lowering your head and trying to calm your racing heart because is this what a crackhead feels like when they see a dealer that's out of their budget?

"You need to keep your head up to open up your chakras." She gently chides you.

"Kory, I can see your chakra."

And she snorts. "Just do it." And she pauses. "And it's my nirvana."

"I'd say it's your Narnia." You murmur under your breath, before following her instructions, and you tip your head back, letting out an even shakier breath.

And your gaze flickers towards her chest, and your breath stutters. Her shirts riding up, and you're catching a whole view of underboob, topped off with pretty nipples, pebbled. And you swallow.

This is totally normal. It should be normal. It doesn't feel normal but it's probably normal.

But you know:

It's not normal.

It's not normal that your heart's pounding like a meth head's. It's not normal that you're fighting demons to not blow a thin stream of air in the direction of Kory's stupidly close pussy, just to see if she'll feel it.

And it's definitely not normal to hope she does.

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"And now, we go into a straight arm side plank and lift your other leg. And then, I'll hold your foot and you'll hold mine."

You stare at Kory in pure silence.

"What kind of ecstasy do you do, to think I can do that?"

And she smiles, inhaling sweetly and she stretches her arms overhead, forcing your gaze to lower to her tightly toned tummy and the soft swells of her breasts that peek out from the frayed edge of her croptop.

"The ecstasy of life."

You frown.

"You keep saying shit like that and I'll push you off this roof."

"You silly thing," she coos, her lips curl before she reminds you, "I can fly."

The positioning is awkward, especially since Kory didn't tell you that she'd switch your legs. And you'd look like the literal scissors emoji together.

You keep your hand on her ankle, grasping her foot for dear life and you feel how gently her manicured fingers wrap around yours. And you'd feel guilty for your dragon claw grip but her core strength is better than yours.

"Kory, my tummy h—" Your gaze flickers down to where her shorts is practically translucent, white fabric stupidly clear and you can see every pretty, silky fold and you lose your balance. Tumbling and you land hard on your ass.

"Oh!" Her voice is so sweet as she moves towards you.

"Are you okay?" Her thigh's tucked beneath one of yours, and her other thigh, is tossed over your remaining leg in a way that's so leisurely.

But your breath stutters.

"Kory, Kory, we cannot— You're too close." Her hand moves to cradle the side of your face, dark tumeric coloured brows furrow in confusion and she moves closer. "What do you— oh..."

She glances down to where there's mere inches between your crotches, her lips parting before she bites down on her bottom lip, gaze flickering to your face.

"On Tamaran... This is how friends bond."

"Girl, you come from a porn planet, don't you?" You huff out, pushing yourself up on your elbows and you watch the way her lips curl, and her dimples deepen.

"Maybe." And she leans closer, hands braced on the yoga mat and you can feel the way her breaths ghost over your face.

And fuck, her eyes are so pretty.

"But I've never practiced my customs with anyone here on Earth, aside from learning the languages." And she tilts her head, lashes fluttering so sweetly and you have no idea how she gives you doe eyes with no fucking pupils but she does. "Would you embrace my customs with me?"

Oh my God, are you being gaslit?

"Uh huh." You nearly stutter, big doe eyes focused on Kory and the way her smile widens, pointed canines peeling just a bit. Before she croons, her palm warm against your cheek.

"Good girl."

And you're down bad.

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The first time your tongue slides against hers, your brain shuts off entirely. Your thighs parted to accommodate her waist, your ankles locked behind her back and her lips pressed so sweetly against yours.

Kory's fingers remain laced with yours, hips pressing against yours like she's trying to get friction some way or another and she smiles into the kiss.

It's so subtle. Her tongue brushing against yours, gossamers of saliva stringing between you and your brain's so fucking fuzzy because all you taste is toothpaste and mouth between you.

And she pulls back, her lips glossy and kiss swollen, as she peers down at you, her lashes fluttering and she hums.

"Does it feel good?" She's soft, fingers tracing along your palms as she keeps them pinned on either side of your head, expression so sweet and adoring.

"Huh?" Your voice cracks. And she snickers. "Wow. For the first time, you're taking something serious."

She dips her head and all you smell is fucking citrus and sweetness. Her lips press against your pulse and you feel the way she lingers just to feel the erratic pump, before she moves. Down, down, down.

Until she's at the dip of your clavicles, exposed by your oversized hoodie and her hands slide down, grasping at your waist and giving you the sweetest squeeze.

"I won't take this off." She whispers. "Because it'd be a free show." And she moves her hands towards the edge of her own shirt, grasping the flimsy fabric and pulling it overhead.

"But I'll take this off." She discards the fabric. "Because I don't care about free shows."

And your face is burning. You're staring up at Kory like she invented AO3 because God, you might be falling in love.

Vibrant sunlight surrounds her like a halo, her hair's a flaming crown and her skin looks like molten gold.

And those eyes. A shade of green that would make you weep if you saw it anywhere else and your voice cracks in a mumbled 'wow' when she guides your hands to her chest, and the weight has your mind stumbling like that old vine of that guy leaving his trailer.

And you giggle.

"So pretty." You whisper softly, your thumbs brushing over her nipples and the way she sighs has your cunt throbbing in your shorts. Her hand feels warm as it rests on the back of your neck, and she stares down at you, perched on your lap with rosy cheeks.

And you dip your head, licking a long wet stripe from the crevice between her tits, all the way up to the hollow beneath her ear. And Kory shudders, eyes fluttering shut as she feels the way you suck marks into her skin, dotting her flesh all the way until you get to the swell of her tits.

And your mouth's so warm, her nails digging into your neck as your tongue swirls around a pebbled bud, your other hand gently tugging at her unattended nipple.

"Oh..." Her lips form the prettiest 'o' shape. "Just like that..."

Kory moans and it sounds like a fucking symphony, and suddenly, it's all you wanna hear. Morning, noon and night.

You're sucking attentively, lavishing her chest in kisses and nips, sucking hickeys into the skin until she's panting, belly dipping inward and hips twitching needily.

"That's my girl..." She croons so prettily, looking down at you with hazy eyes and parted lips. "Feels so good..."

And sooner than you'd guess, your shorts and panties are discarded, and so are hers. One of your thighs are braced against Kory's shoulders, her knees digging into the mat on either side of you.

And she's focused.

Gently sliding her clit against yours until she's feeling her thighs quiver and buckle.

"You're so wet." She whispers softly. "So pretty." She's bringing a hand down to part your plump lips, staring down at your glossy folds like they're something to be worshipped and she glides again.

And again.

And again.

Her lips pressing the softest kiss against your ankle, her brows twitching into a furrow and she feels the way your hips buck, eager to meet each grind of hers.

And she sighs.

"You're so soft." She whispers. "So delicate, so lovely."

Kory's brain is a mushy haze. Friendship's never felt so... Good.

The burn in her belly feels damn near instant when it's taken lovers nearly hours to even light the flame, she can't get enough of the way you watch her from beneath fluttering lashes. Your pussy sticky against hers, your hands grasping at the curves of her waist with desperation like you want her closer.

Your hands slide up her sides, cradling her chest and you moan at how her hips twitch, cunt pulsing against yours and it feels so nasty when Kory lifts her hips, and you watch the way the sunlight catches the sticky strands of slick that connects you.

And you barely make an audible sound when you feel two of her fingers sink into you. Your head lands against the mat beneath you, your eyes fluttering shut and you know.

You bring one of your hands down, between her thighs and your fingers drag through her slippery folds, shaky digits fumbling for her clit and the way she gasps has you clenching around her fingers.

You do those circles with your fingers, the sticky bud threatening to escape your fingers with each shlick but your persistence makes Kory's tummy flutter.

Kory leans down, her lips pressing against yours as she bucks her hips in time to the pumping of her fingers, her tongue curling against yours.

This doesn't feel like friendship.

It doesn't feel like friendship when she's clamping down on your fingers, when she's spitting into your mouth and licking it back up again. Her forehead against yours as she comes on your fingers, your other hand tangled in her hair and you whine when you feel the way her palm grinds down against your clit, hard.

And you're seeing stars behind your eyelids, your ears filled with her panted breaths and praises.

You feel warm.

So... So... Warm.

And you're floating, whimpering when she pulls her fingers out of you and listening to her longful sigh when you do the same.

There's a quiet silence that blankets the moment that's otherwise filled with birdsong and the sounds of early morning traffic from the city. And Kory hums softly, her breasts pressed against your chest as she presses her cheek against yours.

She brings up a hand, flexing and scissoring her fingers to see how the sunlight illuminates your slick.

And she giggles.

"Friendship is magical."

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[jivhs]

"claro, amante de los gatos" musita echándole una mirada al disfraz ajeno; la palabra 'amante' parecía quedarse corta y darse cuenta de eso, de alguna forma, hace que su propia indignación por haber sido víctima de aquel robo disminuya un poco. la risa ajena la toma por sorpresa y despacio niega con la cabeza, resignándose a dejar atrás la posibilidad de alcanzar a aquel chiquillo. además, no va a dejar que una travesura infantil le evite disfrutar lo que resta del evento. "definitivamente burlesco" confirma imitando su gesto de cruzar los brazos sobre su pecho. "y no, no me da miedo que ganes" admite ladeando la cabeza para mirarlo con curiosidad. "sólo me estoy preguntando si vale la pena aceptar. ¿qué hay para el ganador?"

suspira, y se toma su tiempo, como si la respuesta lo ameritara. " pude, sí. pero como se te ocurre que voy a salir de mi papel. soy un actor de método serio, y hoy soy un amante de los gatos. " hasta lo dice fingiendo indignación, conocía a ese travieso niño, había hecho cosas peores antes, sus compañeros y él, lo perdonaban cada vez, eran cosas de niño, como las hacía él mismo cuando tenía su edad. una vez la abuela de oliver, les pidió personalmente que le dieran un escarmiento, porque a lo único que le teme y respeta es a un policía. la siguiente risotada no la oculta, y es burlesca también. " tramposo, ¿y qué más? burlesco... bueno, eso sí soy, pero tramposo no. me gusta lo dificil. " se cruzó de brazos y la miró fijo con una sonrisa socarrona y los ojos brillando por la diversión. pero de un segundo a otro, termina haciendo una mueca de decepción.. " ¿acaso te da miedo que te gane? porque soy main ryu. "

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Random headcanon number 20207483927

-Dick doesn’t spy on his families teams

Because he doesn’t need too

They’ll either tell him what’s happening

Or their teammates will

He’s friends with 80% of them anyway

Jason Todd was honest to god on a team with Dicks Ex who still adores him and starfire /j

No but really Roy and Kori 100% have doxxed Jason’s entire life to Dick Grayson

A) bc I will ignore any canon where these 3 aren’t close

B) Kori has never had a filter ever

C) Dick absolutely has indoctrinated the fab 5 into mission reports and now they feel weird without a debrief

D) Roy would find giving Dick and ulcer over the stupid shit his brother does hilarious

E) Roy would find giving dick and ulcer over the stupid shit HE does so so so fulfilling (revenge)

Damian is on the Titans.

No matter what titans generation of titans it is they’re responding to Nightwings status report request, fully detailed in MLA format with a reference list following APA 7 guidelines

Dick does not have to worry about young justice despite the fact they are very much NOT snitches bc Tim absolutely calls Dick and Doxxes his entire life story to him once a week minimum

(See Tim telling Dick random shit in the comics causing him to lose his balance and fall a compilation Im sure exists)

Both Clark and Wally are on the justice league. Bruce’s every dangerous move is reported to Dick via Clark and all his stupid ones are reported to Dick via Wally.

No matter how weird Dick and Babs relationship (on again, besties, off again, not talking etc) is she’s absolutely telling him either via concise email or 7 hour long sip and bitch session every single thing that happens not for help but bc ughhh wtf is happening.

Now frustratingly the same is not reciprocated

Bc

“Donna or Garth would kill me” -Roy

“*graphic details of sexcapades to distract from question*”-Kori

“Nightwing is busy” -oracle (babs just leaves when asked as a civilian)

“I’m sorry it’s just so hard to not talk to him okay?? He’s so nice” -Jon during supersons

“He’s my friend too, I can tell him what I want” current jon

“Listen he barely talks to me as it is I’d rather he still come to me with issues and insecurities without worrying his father will hear it” -Clark

“If you think I’m saying shit to you, you’re in idiot, if anything was wrong and I told you you’d make it worse go fuck yourself” -Wally

(OG Bruce Wayne hater of titans. him and Roy do fight over this title at the titans new years. Wally thinks Roy lost his place bc he found a new bird to be mad at the bat over so his timeline should shrink. Roy thinks this is bullshit bc now he hates Bruce for reasons of bird^2)

[kisses-for-you]

bullet - d. grayson

dick grayson x fem!reader

summary: during a mission, you get injured but hide it from Dick until he finds out because you've passed out.

w/c: 2.8k

The van sped down the road, streetlights flashing in and out of view through the rain-streaked windshield. Dick was driving, you in the passenger seat next to him, Rachel wedged between Gar and Kory in the back. Your eyes drifted between the road and Dick, his jaw clenched in concentration as his hands gripped the wheel, his knuckles practically turning white. No one spoke. The mood in the van was tense – another mission, another fight. You didn’t dare speak up.

You had finally gotten a lead on Deathstroke’s location and you were determined to get to him before he got to you. You wouldn’t let him win this time. Last time, you, Dick, and Kory had barely gotten away. Deathstroke had quickly overpowered you all; with his skills, his powers, and his weapons, he was just too strong.

BANG!

Out of nowhere, the sound of a deafening gunshot echoes down the nearly empty street. Sparks erupt from the hood of the car, causing Dick to swear under his breath. “Everyone down!” Dick barked, to which everyone of course listened. The van lurched forward, however, it wasn’t long before the van seized all movement — stopping in the middle of the road. You all knew who it was. Deathstroke. It seemed like he knew you guys were coming and decided to just meet you halfway.

Kory opened the van’s door, and stepped out, her hands glowing with power. There he stood, Deathstroke, perched on the hood of a wrecked sedan up ahead, his rifle trained on the van. The second Kory stepped out, he fired again. She barely dodged, rolling behind cover as the asphalt sparked where she’d just been standing.

Dick glanced over at you, then back at Gar and Rach, “We have to move!” Dick shouted, voice filled with urgency.

The gunfire died down, and you all pushed the doors open. Gar and Rach sprinted out, using the van as cover. As you were about to follow suit, Dick grabbed your hand, making you turn around to look at him. You locked eyes, instantly recognising the look of worry his gaze held. It was a look you’d seen many times before on these kinds of missions. “Stay close to me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, responding “Yes, sir,” as a joke.

The corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile before his face hardened and he left the van, you following close behind, grabbing your weapon. It was a sleek bow with arrows made of refracted light (the light would disperse and reform in your hand after hitting a target).

Yet, the second you left the van, pain tore through your side. You let out a small gasp at the sudden sensation but luckily, no one had heard you and for that, you were glad. You didn’t need them worrying about you at that moment. Glancing down, you noticed the blood starting to stain your clothes — ‘fuck’ you thought. The bastard must’ve shot you. But you chose to ignore it for the moment, the adrenaline already numbing some of the pain. You couldn’t let this slow you down.

Dick was already closing in on Deathstroke and Kory hurled a blast towards him, forcing Deathstroke to leap back. He was fast, unnaturally so, but not fast enough to dodge Kory’s attack. Deathstroke fired a grappling hook, and in an instant, he was yanking himself up to a nearby rooftop, his escape swift. Where had he even gotten a grappling hook from? You were sure that guns and blades were more his thing.

“No way he’s getting away,” you muttered to yourself, ignoring the growing pain in your side. You could barely hear your own voice over the pounding in your chest, your heart struggling to pump blood as more and more of the sticky red liquid was leaving your body through your wound.

Dick was already scaling the fire escape, making sure he wouldn’t let Deathstroke get away this time. But as he’s climbing the stairs, he turns back to you, noticing the way you faltered behind him. He shoots you a look of concern and slight confusion, as if to ask if you were fine. You just gave him a small “I’m okay,” before catching up with him, ignoring the way every muscle in your body basically screamed for you to stop. You gritted your teeth and pushed forward, determined to keep up, to be by your boyfriend’s side. Every instinct told you to push harder, to not let Deathstroke win again.

You’d fought beside Dick countless times, but tonight, something felt different. Maybe it was the way his back was a little straighter, his movements a little sharper, as if he was aware of your every breath. His face held a look of scepticism — he didn’t believe you but there wasn’t really any time for arguing right now.

Dick reached the top of the fire escape in seconds, pausing to look back down at you. His eyes locked onto yours, a flash of something passing between you before he turned his attention back to Deathstroke. You made it to the top only mere seconds after Dick, now stood side by side with him.

Deathstroke stood at the far end of the rooftop, his stance relaxed despite the fact that he was outnumbered. He held his sword loosely at his side now. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” he mused, voice distorted by the modulator in his helmet. “But you should’ve learned by now, Grayson. You don’t win against me.”

Dick didn’t answer, just adjusted his stance slightly, his escrima sticks slipping into his hands with practised ease. You drew an arrow, the energy vibrating slightly in your grip. The pain in your side was intensifying, but you pushed it down, keeping your breathing even. You weren’t about to let this bastard see any sort of weakness you had.

Deathstroke took a step forward. “And you,” he tilted his head toward you, as if he could sense the injury you were desperately trying to hide. “You don’t look so good.”

Those words basically confirmed Dick’s worries. You weren’t okay, and even Deathstroke had realised. Dick looked over at you next to him and shifted closer to you out of pure instinct — he wasn’t going to let Deathstroke harm you and you knew it. He’d protect you until his last breath.

“You’re stalling,” Dick said, voice tight.

Deathstroke chuckled. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you all struggle.”

And with that, he lunged towards you, his sword clashing with Dick’s escrima sticks in a shower of sparks. You forced your body forward, drawing an arrow despite the way your vision swam at the edges. You fired. The arrow sliced through the air, light bending as it honed in on its target. But Deathstroke was already shifting, dodging at the last second. The arrow grazed his shoulder, leaving a searing scorch mark on his armour. You could feel the warmth of your blood spreading in a stain across your clothes but you paid no attention to it.

Suddenly, Deathstroke pulled out a device and as you looked closer, you realised it was actually a grenade. However, Dick still hadn’t noticed because he was too busy engaged in battle with him and you had to alert him.

You shouted out, “Dick, watch out! He’s got a grenade!”

But as soon as you warned him, Deathstroke pulled the pin and threw the grenade in your direction. In an instant, Dick pulls you away from the grenade and to the ground, shielding you from the explosion with his body on top of yours.

Dick looked back but Deathstroke was nowhere to be seen. He sighed and his brown eyes locked with yours, concern evident on his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet.

You swayed a little as you stood, the blood loss finally catching up to you. You began to respond, “Yea-” but before you could continue, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, causing you to pass out. Your knees buckled underneath you and gave out but before you could fall, Dick caught you, his arms instantly wrapped around your waist to hold you securely. He gently lowered you to the ground, putting your head on his lap. “Baby?” he called out, gently shaking your shoulder in an effort to wake you up. “Y/N?” he called out again, shaking you more firmly this time. But still, no response. That’s when he noticed it — the wound in your side. It had been hard to see before as it was dark and rainy but now that he’d finally noticed it, he cursed at himself for not noticing sooner, and at you for hiding this from him.

Dick’s breath hitched as he pressed his hand against your wound, his fingers quickly growing wet with your blood. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his pulse hammering in his ears. You were losing way too much blood, way too quickly.

Dick’s hands trembled as he pressed harder against your wound, trying to slow the bleeding. “Come on, stay with me,” he muttered under his breath, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The rest of the team was already rushing up the fire escape, their footsteps echoing against the metal.

“Dick? What happened?” Kory was the first to reach him, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of you unconscious in his lap.

“She’s hurt – bad,” Dick said through clenched teeth, his voice tight with worry. He glanced down at your face, the rain making your skin feel even colder beneath his fingertips. His jaw clenched. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to protect you.

Gar dropped to his knees beside him, his hazel eyes full of fear. “We need to get her out of here,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. You were like an older sister to him and it hurt him to see you like this.

Rachel was already at your side, her hands hovering hesitantly over your wound. “I can help,” she whispered. Her powers might’ve still been unpredictable, but she couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. She closed her eyes, her dark energy slowly creeping toward you, surrounding your wound with an eerie glow.

Dick barely registered Kory and Gar keeping watch for Deathstroke; his entire world had shrunk down to you, barely breathing in his arms. He gently brushed a strand of wet hair away from your face, his own expression torn between guilt and fear. “Just hold on, okay? You’re gonna be fine,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking. He knew you probably couldn’t hear him in your state but he so badly wished you could.

Your body shuddered slightly at Rachel’s healing attempts, a faint groan escaping your lips. Dick’s breath hitched. “That’s it. Stay with me,” he urged, his grip tightening on your hand.

Rachel’s energy flickered as she gritted her teeth, struggling to mend the wound fully. “It’s… it’s too deep. I can slow the bleeding, but we need to get her actual help,” she admitted, sweat beading on her forehead from the effort.

Dick didn’t hesitate. “We’re getting her back to the Tower. Now.”

Without another word, he scooped you up into his arms, his grip firm but careful. His mind was racing. Deathstroke had won this round but that didn’t matter. Right now, all that mattered was getting you back in one piece.

As the team hurried back toward the van, which Kory had somehow managed to mend, Dick held you closer, his heart hammering against his ribs. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured again, almost like a promise. “I’ve got you.”

The drive back to Titans Tower was a blur of flashing streetlights and the distant hum of sirens. Dick sat in the back with you, his arms wrapped securely around your unconscious

form. The others sat tensely, throwing worried glances your way, but Dick barely noticed. His entire focus was on you, on the shallow rise and fall of your chest, the way your skin felt ice-cold against his own.

“Faster,” he urged Kory, who was driving. His voice was strained, barely controlled.

Kory didn’t argue, pressing harder on the gas.

Rachel sat beside him, her hands still glowing faintly as she did her best to keep your wound from worsening. “I don’t know if I can do more until we get back,” she admitted, her voice small.

“You’ve done enough, Rach,” Gar reassured her. “We’re almost there.”

Dick barely heard them. He leaned down, his forehead nearly brushing yours. “Just hold on, okay? We’re almost home,” he murmured, as if saying it enough times would make it true.

By the time they reached the Tower, Gar had the door open before the van even fully stopped. Dick didn’t hesitate, lifting you into his arms and sprinting inside to the elevator.

As soon as you were there, “Get the med kit,” he barked, his usual calm completely gone.

Rachel and Kory ran ahead to prepare the medical bay while Dick carried you inside, his grip tightening as he felt just how limp you were against him. The second he laid you down on the examination table, he was already working to stop the bleeding. His hands were stained red, and it made him feel sick. He was used to blood but this was different. It was your blood.

“Come on, baby. Don’t do this to me,” he muttered under his breath.

Kory returned with the supplies, and Rachel immediately moved to help. Dick forced himself to stay steady as he worked, pressing gauze against your wound, helping Kory clean it, listening as Rachel directed them on what she could and couldn’t heal.

“She’s lost too much blood,” Rachel said after what felt like an eternity. “But she’s stable for now.”

Dick let out a slow breath, but the relief was short-lived. You were stable, but barely. Now, all he could do was wait.

Hours passed. The others had long since drifted in and out, checking in but giving Dick space. He hadn’t moved from your side. His hands were still covered in dried blood, but he didn’t care. His fingers curled around yours, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles.

“You scared the hell out of me, you know that?” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Dick swallowed hard, his free hand running through his messy hair. “You should’ve told me you were hurt,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “I would’ve- dammit, I don’t know. I would’ve done something.” He sighed, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the edge of the bed. His forehead nearly touched your hand. “I should’ve seen it sooner. I should’ve protected you.”

Silence.

Then, a small, barely audible groan.

Dick’s head snapped up just as your fingers twitched in his. His heart nearly stopped. “Y/N?” he whispered, his grip tightening slightly. Your eyelids fluttered, and after a few seconds, you finally opened your eyes. They were hazy, and unfocused, but they were on him. A weak smile tugged at your lips. “Hey, Boy Wonder,” you rasped, your voice hoarse from exhaustion.

A breathless laugh escaped him, more out of sheer relief than anything else. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

You blinked slowly, taking in his exhausted face. “You look like crap.”

Dick let out another soft laugh, shaking his head. “And you’re one to talk?” He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing against your palm. “You scared the shit out of me.” Your smile faded slightly, and you squeezed his hand back, weak, but reassuring. “I’m okay,” you whispered.

Dick exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours. “Yeah. Yeah, you are.” He glanced over at the machines monitoring you before looking back into your eyes. “But you’re not allowed to do that again. Ever.”

You chuckled softly, but it turned into a wince. Dick was immediately alert, his hands moving to support you. “Hey, easy,” he soothed.

You looked up at him, eyes laced with exhaustion but filled with warmth. “You stayed.”

Dick’s expression softened. He reached up, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. “Of course I did.” His voice was quiet but firm. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You squeezed his hand again, your grip a little stronger this time. “Guess I’ll have to keep scaring you just to get you to admit how much you care,” you teased weakly.

Dick shook his head with a small smirk. “You don’t have to get shot to get me to admit that, idiot.” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You mean everything to me.”

Your eyes fluttered shut again, this time out of comfort rather than unconsciousness. Dick stayed right where he was, his hand never letting go of yours. For the first time since the mission started, he allowed himself to breathe. And he wasn’t letting you out of his sight ever again.

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Kori was worried she had ruined things when she didn't hear an immediate reply from Danielle. She felt the hand on her back and the hand on her own and looked up at Danielle. "It does?" She asked softly, a little confused about what she said, but hopeful as well.

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Kori turned around to try and give Danielle her privacy as she tried to ignore how the sight of the telepath playing with herself had effected her. She moved to sit down on the edge of the bed after a moment. "I.... I can't really remember why I came here," she replied softly after a bit. "Oh, I remember now. I wanted to see if you were hungry."

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