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hello my lovelies, 'm aurora, but you can call rora .ᐟ

more about my writing: i write fluff, angst, one-shots, series', smut. i may write under some dark themes, but i will always have a dead dove tw before the fic starts, so not to worry ! but if you are uncomfortable i recommend you don't read it, i am not responsible for what you read.

some things to note before you venture into my blog even more; i do take requests but i will pick and choose to my liking — if it is under themes that i quite literally cannot bring myself to write, i won't write it.

Dick thought. He didn’t pay much mind to it and just focused on the buildings flying past him. Neon lights smeared across glass, looking wet because of the rain/ The wipers of the car was the only sound that could be heard, apart from the sound of the rain outside. 

Bruce was staring straight ahead, every now and then glancing at him. He felt his stomach churn. He picked at the lining of his shirt. Playing and pulling at the loose thread. Holding tightly onto the box and bag he was given, as if he let go, that too will disappear. 

Bruce noticed, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, trying to find the right words to say. He had never had a kid before. What do you even say to an eight year old? Finally, he tried.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” He said quietly, his voice low enough it almost blent in with the mechanical rhythm of the wipers and the rain. Dick swallowed. He nodded his head, his eyes still out the window. 

Bruce sighed. He felt a small pang in his chest, at how scared Dick looked. He had seen Dick in the papers, and he had looked so lively, so full of light, and right now was the exact opposite. Bruce hesitated, but, 

“Was the circus your only family?” He asked softly. Dick tensed slightly, barely visible but there. He let out a small shaky breath, the reality of it all hitting him. The question hung in the air, unanswered for a while. Dick pressed his head against the cool window. 

His eyes following the rain drops on the window, betting to himself which raindrop would drop the fastest. His throat felt like it was burning. 

“Yes” He said, so softly, Bruce almost didn’t hear it. His voice was raspy since he had not spoken since the incident. His voice sounded so timid, but there was a sense of bravery behind them. Bruce nodded softly, more to himself. Dick cleared his throat softly. 

“Wh…” He started but stopped himself, he bit his lips thinking of the words to say. Bruce looked at him, waiting patiently. 

“Where are we going?” Dick asked softly, finally lifting his head off the window and looking at Bruce. His leg was bouncing, and he pulled onto the string on his shirt harder. 

“To my house, you will stay there, with me,” Bruce replied softly. Dick looked away from Bruce and to the ground, thinking. 

“Is that okay with you?” Bruce asked when Dicl didn’t say anything, watching the little boy closely. Dick bit his lip, thinking hard. He looked at Bruce and gave him a light tipped smile, a small sad one, but a smile nonetheless. He nodded softly. 

“That is okay” He said and looked away from Bruce, and nodded to himself softly, before looking back out the window, watching the raindrops race each other. 

“Good.” Bruce said, feeling better about the pang in his chest that was hurting for this little boy who had just lost everything he had ever known. The rest of the drive was silent—which to Dick was new.

“Ready to order folks?” A woman came up to your table, hand on her hip, a notepad in her hand, ready to write down whatever it was you wanted. 

“Yes, a pasta for me please” You looked away from him to look at her and smiled. 

“And for you, big fella?” The waitress asked as she shifted her gaze to Peter. 

“A steak for me” He said and handed her the menu. She took them and walked away. 

“How was your day, doll?” He said, putting his attention back on you as you picked your wine glass up again. 

“Not bad at all, missed you though, didn’t get to see you all day, you left so early this morning” You sigh, finally letting the teasing flirty facade go as you let him see you vulnerable, as he has multiple times before.

He watched you as you took small sips of your wine, the dark coloured drink gliding smoothly down your throat. He admired you in the light of the restaurant, everything in black and white. He put his hand over the table to hold onto your hand again. 

“You know,” He started softly, “sometimes you’re the only thing that feels real to me” he sighed softly and ran his calloused thumb over your soft knuckles. The contrast between the texture of your skins always drives him wild.

You raise an eyebrow, analysing him, your cheeks blush a colour that’s a shade between black and grey, a shade caught somewhere between shadow and smoke, a porpoise perhaps. 

“That sounds ravishingly poetic for a man that claims that he’s just busy” Your tease came up again, a small smirk curling at your lip, he chuckled.

“Occupational hazard” He shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lip. He uses his other hand to push his glasses up his nose so they don’t fall off. He gave your hand a hard squeeze, and the playfulness in his eyes toned down slightly.

“I’m not late to these dates because I want to keep my lady waiting for me, that’s the last thing I want, a lady should never have to wait for a gentleman” He started, “I’m late because I try to get back to you in one piece”

You laughed, throwing your head back slightly, he watched you with awe, as your hair moved slightly, the way your smile seemed to have made the room a bit brighter, the sound of your laughter. 

“You always do Peter” You calmed down from laughing and looked at him sincerely. 

“And I always will” He said and kissed your knuckle. 

-

“Peter…” You sighed softly as he softly kissed your neck. 

“Hmm?” He hummed softly, as he licked and bit at a certain spot on your neck that made you squirm under his touch. 

“The keys…” You sighed again, sliding your hand down his body to reach the pocket on his trenchcoat to get the keys to your apartment out. He groaned slightly against your neck as you brushed past his crotch. 

“Mhm” He hummed into your neck, taking in your scent, your perfume, your shampoo, everything that makes him go crazy. 

“Peter” You sighed but more firmly now, he reluctantly pulled away from your neck and reached into the pocket of his trenchcoat and shuffled to quickly unlock the door, struggling. Once he did get the door open, he threw his key on the table by the door.

“Come here” He mumbles, placing a hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him, his lips on yours again, backing you up against a wall. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hands grip on your bum. 

“Up” he groans into the kiss, you lift one of your legs and wrap it around his waist and he lifts you off the ground with little to no effort, letting you wrap your other leg around him. He moves you off the wall, leaving your lips to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys as he goes. 

He softly kicked the door to your bedroom open and walked to the bed until his knees touched the end of the bed. Once he feels the edge of the bed touch his knees, he softly places you onto the bed. You let out a sigh when you feel the soft fabric of the blanket and pillows touch your skin.

“So pretty for me. Got all dolled up for me, huh?” He hummed as he kissed down your collar bone. Your breaths got sharper as he reached your cleavage. Your hands travel to his hair, tugging at it gently as he slides his hands beneath you to unzip your dress. 

“Yes Peter, all for you” You breathed out as you arched your back slightly to help him unzip your dress. He kissed down your sternum, pulling the straps of your dress slowly off your shoulder, until the sound of police sirens drove by. Lights filling the room.

Leaving as soon as it came. Sirens becoming distant. Peter’s body stiffens, as if conditioned to whenever he hears the sound of sirens hit his ears. He lets out a deep sigh the second the sirens are out of earshot and relaxes his body slightly, slumping into you. 

You let out a small laugh, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He lifts his head off your chest and looks at you with a guilty and sad look in his eyes. You gave him a knowing look. 

“Duty calls” You shrugged and started to sit up, Peter standing up from the bed and helped pull you up. 

“I’m so sorry, doll” He sighed and leaned his forehead onto yours. You gave him a soft smile. 

“It’s okay” You whisper against his lips and give him a little peck, pulling away before he could kiss you back. 

“Come back to me safely” You said and patted his cheek softly, tilting your head up slightly to kiss the tip of his nose. He closes his eyes to relish in the feeling of your lips before pulling away from your embrace completely. 

“Always” He said, taking his mask out of his trenchcoat and before pulling it down, he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes to feel his warmth, but it left all too quickly, and when you opened your eyes the last thing you saw was his black trenchcoat going out the window. 

You let out a long sigh and fall back into bed. Whatever warmth he left you with, slowly leaves, making the room feel much colder. You turn on your side to look at the window he had just used as an exit. 

Wishing that his arms were around you to fight off the cold breeze loneliness brings.

Sirius: But-

Remus: What did you even do yesterday when you were supposed to write this?

You understood why he wanted to play a few more rounds with his friends, he had been busy these past few weeks, his engineering internship and with his college classes, he had been booked, but now with thanksgiving break, he had gotten the chance to take a break. 

He had wasted the first Saturday and Sunday finishing up remaining work and packing his bags, then he spent the next five days at his parents house, visiting them for thanksgiving. You would have gone with him to visit your family too, but your boss didn’t let you.

Especially since restaurants were very busy during Thanksgiving time, and he needed you to work double the shifts – he did pay you extra and give you free turkey to take home. He was a nice boss, he even let you take home a small bottle of the finest wine in the restaurant for Thanksgiving day. 

You had spent the holiday alone in your apartment, Dave had called you late at night when he was in bed, ready to go to sleep just to catch up with you, but the call only lasted 5 or 10 minutes before he started snoring through the phone. His snores cut you off, and you ended the call, calling it a night yourself. 

You had woken up to 5 texts from him apologising for falling asleep and promising to spend all his time with you when he was back. Now that he was back, he wasn’t really doing that. You take the popcorn out of the microwave and pour it into a big bowl for the both of you to share.

James: Not same body! Body is tea now

Sirius [laughing]: Yeah, a teapot

Peter [shrugging]: I mean, wouldn't mind them, but yeah I guess.

James [looking behind him and shaking his head subtly]: See, I knew that, I just felt like you didn't know that yourself, and I wanted to remind you of what you like.

Remus and Sirius: throwing the flowers they had into the bin

Peter: What?

James: Uhh the Enlightenment, now don't mind me, but I have some things to do [takes his phone out to call the nearest shawarma place while walking away]