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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dick Grayson x fem!reader / reader is living alone and managing 100 things basically /
A/n: So uhm..I lost some of my drafts for 'Complicated', but I promise I'll finish it too!
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"I don't think I'll have the time for that...Sorry guys."
You mentioned to your friends through the phone sitting in front of you.
That was the third time in a row now that you have said 'no' to your closest people from university asking you to see you tonight.
It wasn't that it was intentional or that you wanted to refuse them, but it was kind of unavoidable - even now as the conversation was going on, your coffee was at the side and more than two textbooks were wide open on the space in front of you.
"You think you'll be able to make it for Thursday then?"
The question rose in the air as your silence gave the answer away. Not long after, your call with them ended. You sighed, setting your pen down and getting off the desk. You needed to move around a bit and take your mind off this for a second.
Leaning against the window-wall of your apartment, you took in the atmosphere. The bat-signal up, shining, in dark of the evening. You looked down from the high floor to see a few police cars and officers, talking to people.
Something was surely happening. Sliding the window door to the side, you stepped out in the terrace. You could hear it now too - the police sirens, the chaos in between people, the loud speakers. You looked around to try and realize what's happening.
While looking, you must've been a bit lost in your thoughts, because you barely realize the movement happening next to you. Quickly turning to the side after being startled, you almost immediately recognize the figure in front of you.
Noticing how you took a step back, the man shifts slightly, a warm smile spreading on the only part of his face you were able to see. The black bodysuit with a vibrant blue bird emblem stretching across his chest. Fuck.
"Sorry, that was kid of sudden, but I'll ask you to step inside and lock that window door." His tone was gentle, not commanding, only suggesting, regarding of it being important enough for a command.
A bit hesitant, you took a few steps back and nodded. That was the policy in Gotham - the protectors tell you, you listen. You haven't seen Nightwing from so up close before and you definitely didn't expect it to feel like this - regarding of the apparently problem that was going on close to you, the sense of danger didn't step near you. Was that what it was like?
Locking the barrier after stepping inside, he 'flew' to the next building before your eyes. The sirens didn't stop, but your heart was at ease, surprisingly.
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Keys, headphones, wallet- you should have everything with you. Triple checking your items while grabbing your coat and stepping out of your apartment, you locked the door.
Busy streets, full of people. The city was as shiny as ever.
Reaching the front stairs of your university, you look at your belongings for a second. And it may be true that you should always have your eyes on the road.
"Careful there." You hear the ring of a deeper voice as you feel a hand on your upper arm.
Stopping, you looked at him, and fortunately or not, you felt like you've seen him before, but you can't quite recall when. He flashed a gentle smile before you could even respond.
"Sorry, for grabbing you like that, but you were going to run into the-"
"Yes, I saw, thank you..." You responded quickly, not moving an inch.
He released your arm, still smiling when he introduced himself. "Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick."
You raised an eyebrow and he stopped you with a chuckle before you can say anything. "Yes, I know how it sounds."
You chuckled back, finally relaxing a little, phew, so he was normal.
"Well, Dick, thank you for, uh, saving my life here."
"You're welcome," He turned to the school behind both of you. "You're majoring here?"
You nodded your head, following his gaze. "Indeed. I don't think you do though, I've never seen you here."
"That's right," He waved a hand off at the question. "It's been a while since I studied at uni. I work at the station house."
"Oh, you're a policeman?" Your eyes open more.
"Something like that." He pulled out his phone before your response could even form in your head. "Could I...?"
You took a second to understand what he meant before taking typing in your number on his phone. "... I'll have to go to class, but-"
"What time do your classes end?"
"At four?"
"I'll text you when you're done. My shift will start soon so I'll go, but we'll call, don't worry."
And with the quick interaction it ended. Going back to your classes, there was a flutter in your heart throughout the whole day.
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"Soooo, what has gotten you so lost in your thoughts?" Three of your friends sat at the round table with your coffees.
You loved time for lunch like this. They happened almost every single day and honestly they were one of your favourite parts of the day - finally being able to complain about everything and just don't care.
It's a bit hard to imagine your life here without the small things happening like, if you're honest. Maybe you should appreciate them more.
"Sorry... Finals are killing me these days." You take a sip of your drink before placing it back next to your textbooks that are open in front of you.
"It seems like something else entirely is killing you." Ayla said from the opposite of you. "You keep checking your phone. Expecting bad news?"
You take a second to register the words and think about your response. Do you mention to them the two strange interactions you had in the past day? It's not unusual for you guys to talk about stuff like that, so why not?
"Bumped into a guy on the way here...gave him his number and yeah." You said, a bit too quickly for your liking.
"You're saying it like you didn't want to do it. Did he harass you?"
A chuckle escapes your lips, before looking at them sarcastically.
"No, no." You waved a hand off at them. "Just... Is it even worth trying again at this point? The last three times were awful and all of you knew."
All three of them nodded. Not only with you, but with them too your past relationships had been a rollercoaster of emotions and you were tired of it. Tired of being lied to.
"I think you have to be more positive. Not all men would disappoint you." Maeve said smilingly. Of course she would say that, there wasn't a day where she wasn't as joyful as the sun. That's why you loved her.
"It's easy for you to say, you're engaged, and we still have a year left in uni!" You threw the words back at her, not judging. Just an observation.
"What can I say? Some people are just lucky." She stretched her arms back and leaned her back on the chair, smirking.
Thirty minutes later, as you were sitting in a lecture, you actually thought about it.
Could your friends be right?
Is it worth trying after so many times of broken promises? After so many empty words? After so many fake feelings?
As if by command your phone lit up. You couldn't even hear what your professor was saying as you checked the notification.
'Hey, it's Dick from earlier :) Mind if I take you out to dinner tonight? If you're free ofc'
You smiled to yourself as you read the message. Okay, maybe it could be better this time, who knows?
Just in case, you took a few minutes to reply back.
'I'd love that actually.' You send back.
'Perfect! Send me your address, I'll pick you up. Dress up for a restaurant, but be comfortable 🙂↕️'
You chuckled, then quickly got your face back into normal, forgetting for a second you were still surrounded by people.
After sending you his address, you flipped your phone back around with his phone down. He chose the place, texted you and told you he'd pick you up.
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Fixing the last strand of your hair in the mirror, you made sure you were ready. Honestly, there wasn't much you needed to check if you've gotten, right? All cards, phone, chapstick- yeah everything is here.
Looking at the clock on the wall, you checked the time. 7:03p.m. Dick should have been here already.
You sat on the edge of the bed to check your phone once again if you hadn't missed the message. It's fine, he was just a little late, nothing scandalous.
Then after two more minutes of thinking you still decide to step outside to wait for him. Would be better, right?
When the minutes reached ten, you saw the black car slowing down to the right in front of you on the street. The cold air hit you for a second before the man you were waiting for exited from the driver's seat.
And goddamn.
The loose jeans and light blue dress shirt suited him better than anyone you've seen, in real life, for that matter. His hair was a bit out of place and you could swear his breathing was a little heavy.
He was probably nervous, right?
"I apologize for being late, I had, uhh, an emergency come up and-"
"It's okay, it's okay. You're not even that late." You waved off his apology with your hand. It really was fine.
"You look incredible, by the way." A smile turned up on his face, the kind of one that made you very interested in the ground currently.
"Thanks..." The two of you got into the car without further explanation to be in time for the reservation.
And oh boy, was it worth it. The place was beautiful. No, not beautiful. It was magnificent. For a moment you couldn't take your eyes off the atmosphere and decorations.
The waiter quickly led you to the table, placing two menus on it and leaving you two decide. With the options spread out in front of you, Dick broke the silence first.
"So, how is uni going for you right before the break?" He asked with a smile. Gosh, that smile didn't leave his face often, did it?
"Packed with exams, last minute projects and annoying teachers." You said, only half jokingly, because to a big extent, it really was like that.
"I can only imagine." He replied back to you with a chuckle.
"Trust me, you don't want to. I bet being a hero is way more interesting than what I do."
At your words Dick froze for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak and shut it again before actually questioning what you said.
"Hero....?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Ahm...Yeah? You're a policeman, right?" You said a bit skeptically. Did you say something wrong for him to react like that?
"Oh! Oh-! Yes, yes, of course." He laughed a bit. "That's my job. Helping people."
You nodded carefully, still a bit straddled by his reaction, but you decided to move on from it anyway.
You could admit, conversations with Dick were so easy to flow. He was interested in anything you were saying, despite not having untested in them himself.
The food was tasty, the wine was wine-ing, you looked good, you felt good and it was...better than you expected.
"Honestly, tell me more about yourself, I'm talking the whole evening here." You told him, picking up your glass as you leaned forward on the table.
He shrugged, before replying to you casually. "I like hearing you talk. But sure, what do you wanna know?"
"Your favourite color, favourite food, got any siblings. I don't know, anything."
"Blue, andouille sausage pizza and yeah. A few."
You raised an eyebrow at his casual response back. You switched the positions of your legs beneath the table, placing you glass back down. "A few?"
"Yep. A few."
...
At this point the night was almost over. Your plates and glass were empty, it was getting quite dark outside and you had both already gone through a million topics that you couldn't even imagine talking about on a first date.
So you decided to share it.
"Do you know, that's one of the best first dates I've ever been on." You mentioned, looking through the window walls of the high-floored place in which the restaurant sat.
"Only one of? I'm offended."
"Okay, the best one." You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment. "But seriously, compared to other ones, this one is just.. perfect."
He smiled before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yet you haven't seen anything."
You furrowed your eyebrows for a second. What does he even mean by you haven't seen anything yet-.
Oh. Oh.
Yeah, the way every day in today's time apparently ends. 'No one does that on the first date' my ass. All of them do it. That's what they all want.
He raised his cup from the table.
"To the perfect night."
Fuck it and the negative thoughts. You were having a good time.
"To tonight."
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The ride home was spent in silence. But not that awkward kind of one where all your thinking about is if you should say something.
But that soft, gentle one that you swear you haven't experienced in a good while.
He opened the door for you at the arrival and you thanked him. His eyes were fully on you, before he got a notification and immediately looked at his phone.
His Express turned serious almost the exact same second and you couldn't help but be curious. "Everything okay?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it."
You nodded at his reassurance, though it didn't do much to your thoughts.
Stepping on the pavement right in front of your house, he pulled you into a hug, before quickly placing a kiss to your forehead.
You were straddled for a second. Well, that was definitely in a rush.
"I'll text you again tomorrow." He said at the same speed as his actions.
"Are you sure? You can come in for a little if you want or-"
"Positive." His sweet voice interrupted yours. He flashed you one last smile before getting back into his car. "Goodnight, sleep well. And close your windows, Gotham is dangerous."
"Yeah.. Goodnight."
Watching the car disappear in the dark street for a few seconds, you looked up, straddled by a noise.
Shit. The alarm.
Well, definitely time to go back in.
Turning on the lights and taking off your purse and accessories you were finally home.
The night wasn't exhausting, no. The complete opposite. It relaxed you - took your mind off things and you wished it could have been longer.
But that thought led you to something else. Why did he react like that to his phone? What could have possibly switched his mood and attention so fast?
Was he lying to you too? Maybe he was married, or a stalker or- who knows??
Grabbing back your phone, you texted your friends.
"Hey, can we guys meet tomorrow at the cafe. I wanna tell you something."
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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - the state of being free from external control, influence, or support, allowing individuals to act, decide, and function alone.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dick Grayson x fem!reader / reader is living alone and managing 100 things basically /
A/n: So uhm..I lost some of my drafts for 'Complicated', but I promise I'll finish it too!
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"I don't think I'll have the time for that...Sorry guys."
You mentioned to your friends through the phone sitting in front of you.
That was the third time in a row now that you have said 'no' to your closest people from university asking you to see you tonight.
It wasn't that it was intentional or that you wanted to refuse them, but it was kind of unavoidable - even now as the conversation was going on, your coffee was at the side and more than two textbooks were wide open on the space in front of you.
"You think you'll be able to make it for Thursday then?"
The question rose in the air as your silence gave the answer away. Not long after, your call with them ended. You sighed, setting your pen down and getting off the desk. You needed to move around a bit and take your mind off this for a second.
Leaning against the window-wall of your apartment, you took in the atmosphere. The bat-signal up, shining, in dark of the evening. You looked down from the high floor to see a few police cars and officers, talking to people.
Something was surely happening. Sliding the window door to the side, you stepped out in the terrace. You could hear it now too - the police sirens, the chaos in between people, the loud speakers. You looked around to try and realize what's happening.
While looking, you must've been a bit lost in your thoughts, because you barely realize the movement happening next to you. Quickly turning to the side after being startled, you almost immediately recognize the figure in front of you.
Noticing how you took a step back, the man shifts slightly, a warm smile spreading on the only part of his face you were able to see. The black bodysuit with a vibrant blue bird emblem stretching across his chest. Fuck.
"Sorry, that was kid of sudden, but I'll ask you to step inside and lock that window door." His tone was gentle, not commanding, only suggesting, regarding of it being important enough for a command.
A bit hesitant, you took a few steps back and nodded. That was the policy in Gotham - the protectors tell you, you listen. You haven't seen Nightwing from so up close before and you definitely didn't expect it to feel like this - regarding of the apparently problem that was going on close to you, the sense of danger didn't step near you. Was that what it was like?
Locking the barrier after stepping inside, he 'flew' to the next building before your eyes. The sirens didn't stop, but your heart was at ease, surprisingly.
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Keys, headphones, wallet- you should have everything with you. Triple checking your items while grabbing your coat and stepping out of your apartment, you locked the door.
Busy streets, full of people. The city was as shiny as ever.
Reaching the front stairs of your university, you look at your belongings for a second. And it may be true that you should always have your eyes on the road.
"Careful there." You hear the ring of a deeper voice as you feel a hand on your upper arm.
Stopping, you looked at him, and fortunately or not, you felt like you've seen him before, but you can't quite recall when. He flashed a gentle smile before you could even respond.
"Sorry, for grabbing you like that, but you were going to run into the-"
"Yes, I saw, thank you..." You responded quickly, not moving an inch.
He released your arm, still smiling when he introduced himself. "Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick."
You raised an eyebrow and he stopped you with a chuckle before you can say anything. "Yes, I know how it sounds."
You chuckled back, finally relaxing a little, phew, so he was normal.
"Well, Dick, thank you for, uh, saving my life here."
"You're welcome," He turned to the school behind both of you. "You're majoring here?"
You nodded your head, following his gaze. "Indeed. I don't think you do though, I've never seen you here."
"That's right," He waved a hand off at the question. "It's been a while since I studied at uni. I work at the station house."
"Oh, you're a policeman?" Your eyes open more.
"Something like that." He pulled out his phone before your response could even form in your head. "Could I...?"
You took a second to understand what he meant before taking typing in your number on his phone. "... I'll have to go to class, but-"
"What time do your classes end?"
"At four?"
"I'll text you when you're done. My shift will start soon so I'll go, but we'll call, don't worry."
And with the quick interaction it ended. Going back to your classes, there was a flutter in your heart throughout the whole day.
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"Soooo, what has gotten you so lost in your thoughts?" Three of your friends sat at the round table with your coffees.
You loved time for lunch like this. They happened almost every single day and honestly they were one of your favourite parts of the day - finally being able to complain about everything and just don't care.
It's a bit hard to imagine your life here without the small things happening like, if you're honest. Maybe you should appreciate them more.
"Sorry... Finals are killing me these days." You take a sip of your drink before placing it back next to your textbooks that are open in front of you.
"It seems like something else entirely is killing you." Ayla said from the opposite of you. "You keep checking your phone. Expecting bad news?"
You take a second to register the words and think about your response. Do you mention to them the two strange interactions you had in the past day? It's not unusual for you guys to talk about stuff like that, so why not?
"Bumped into a guy on the way here...gave him his number and yeah." You said, a bit too quickly for your liking.
"You're saying it like you didn't want to do it. Did he harass you?"
A chuckle escapes your lips, before looking at them sarcastically.
"No, no." You waved a hand off at them. "Just... Is it even worth trying again at this point? The last three times were awful and all of you knew."
All three of them nodded. Not only with you, but with them too your past relationships had been a rollercoaster of emotions and you were tired of it. Tired of being lied to.
"I think you have to be more positive. Not all men would disappoint you." Maeve said smilingly. Of course she would say that, there wasn't a day where she wasn't as joyful as the sun. That's why you loved her.
"It's easy for you to say, you're engaged, and we still have a year left in uni!" You threw the words back at her, not judging. Just an observation.
"What can I say? Some people are just lucky." She stretched her arms back and leaned her back on the chair, smirking.
Thirty minutes later, as you were sitting in a lecture, you actually thought about it.
Could your friends be right?
Is it worth trying after so many times of broken promises? After so many empty words? After so many fake feelings?
As if by command your phone lit up. You couldn't even hear what your professor was saying as you checked the notification.
'Hey, it's Dick from earlier :) Mind if I take you out to dinner tonight? If you're free ofc'
You smiled to yourself as you read the message. Okay, maybe it could be better this time, who knows?
Just in case, you took a few minutes to reply back.
'I'd love that actually.' You send back.
'Perfect! Send me your address, I'll pick you up. Dress up for a restaurant, but be comfortable 🙂↕️'
You chuckled, then quickly got your face back into normal, forgetting for a second you were still surrounded by people.
After sending you his address, you flipped your phone back around with his phone down. He chose the place, texted you and told you he'd pick you up.
Maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Fixing the last strand of your hair in the mirror, you made sure you were ready. Honestly, there wasn't much you needed to check if you've gotten, right? All cards, phone, chapstick- yeah everything is here.
Looking at the clock on the wall, you checked the time. 7:03p.m. Dick should have been here already.
You sat on the edge of the bed to check your phone once again if you hadn't missed the message. It's fine, he was just a little late, nothing scandalous.
Then after two more minutes of thinking you still decide to step outside to wait for him. Would be better, right?
When the minutes reached ten, you saw the black car slowing down to the right in front of you on the street. The cold air hit you for a second before the man you were waiting for exited from the driver's seat.
And goddamn.
The loose jeans and light blue dress shirt suited him better than anyone you've seen, in real life, for that matter. His hair was a bit out of place and you could swear his breathing was a little heavy.
He was probably nervous, right?
"I apologize for being late, I had, uhh, an emergency come up and-"
"It's okay, it's okay. You're not even that late." You waved off his apology with your hand. It really was fine.
"You look incredible, by the way." A smile turned up on his face, the kind of one that made you very interested in the ground currently.
"Thanks..." The two of you got into the car without further explanation to be in time for the reservation.
And oh boy, was it worth it. The place was beautiful. No, not beautiful. It was magnificent. For a moment you couldn't take your eyes off the atmosphere and decorations.
The waiter quickly led you to the table, placing two menus on it and leaving you two decide. With the options spread out in front of you, Dick broke the silence first.
"So, how is uni going for you right before the break?" He asked with a smile. Gosh, that smile didn't leave his face often, did it?
"Packed with exams, last minute projects and annoying teachers." You said, only half jokingly, because to a big extent, it really was like that.
"I can only imagine." He replied back to you with a chuckle.
"Trust me, you don't want to. I bet being a hero is way more interesting than what I do."
At your words Dick froze for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak and shut it again before actually questioning what you said.
"Hero....?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Ahm...Yeah? You're a policeman, right?" You said a bit skeptically. Did you say something wrong for him to react like that?
"Oh! Oh-! Yes, yes, of course." He laughed a bit. "That's my job. Helping people."
You nodded carefully, still a bit straddled by his reaction, but you decided to move on from it anyway.
You could admit, conversations with Dick were so easy to flow. He was interested in anything you were saying, despite not having untested in them himself.
The food was tasty, the wine was wine-ing, you looked good, you felt good and it was...better than you expected.
"Honestly, tell me more about yourself, I'm talking the whole evening here." You told him, picking up your glass as you leaned forward on the table.
He shrugged, before replying to you casually. "I like hearing you talk. But sure, what do you wanna know?"
"Your favourite color, favourite food, got any siblings. I don't know, anything."
"Blue, andouille sausage pizza and yeah. A few."
You raised an eyebrow at his casual response back. You switched the positions of your legs beneath the table, placing you glass back down. "A few?"
"Yep. A few."
...
At this point the night was almost over. Your plates and glass were empty, it was getting quite dark outside and you had both already gone through a million topics that you couldn't even imagine talking about on a first date.
So you decided to share it.
"Do you know, that's one of the best first dates I've ever been on." You mentioned, looking through the window walls of the high-floored place in which the restaurant sat.
"Only one of? I'm offended."
"Okay, the best one." You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic comment. "But seriously, compared to other ones, this one is just.. perfect."
He smiled before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Yet you haven't seen anything."
You furrowed your eyebrows for a second. What does he even mean by you haven't seen anything yet-.
Oh. Oh.
Yeah, the way every day in today's time apparently ends. 'No one does that on the first date' my ass. All of them do it. That's what they all want.
He raised his cup from the table.
"To the perfect night."
Fuck it and the negative thoughts. You were having a good time.
"To tonight."
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The ride home was spent in silence. But not that awkward kind of one where all your thinking about is if you should say something.
But that soft, gentle one that you swear you haven't experienced in a good while.
He opened the door for you at the arrival and you thanked him. His eyes were fully on you, before he got a notification and immediately looked at his phone.
His Express turned serious almost the exact same second and you couldn't help but be curious. "Everything okay?"
"Hm? Oh yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it."
You nodded at his reassurance, though it didn't do much to your thoughts.
Stepping on the pavement right in front of your house, he pulled you into a hug, before quickly placing a kiss to your forehead.
You were straddled for a second. Well, that was definitely in a rush.
"I'll text you again tomorrow." He said at the same speed as his actions.
"Are you sure? You can come in for a little if you want or-"
"Positive." His sweet voice interrupted yours. He flashed you one last smile before getting back into his car. "Goodnight, sleep well. And close your windows, Gotham is dangerous."
"Yeah.. Goodnight."
Watching the car disappear in the dark street for a few seconds, you looked up, straddled by a noise.
Shit. The alarm.
Well, definitely time to go back in.
Turning on the lights and taking off your purse and accessories you were finally home.
The night wasn't exhausting, no. The complete opposite. It relaxed you - took your mind off things and you wished it could have been longer.
But that thought led you to something else. Why did he react like that to his phone? What could have possibly switched his mood and attention so fast?
Was he lying to you too? Maybe he was married, or a stalker or- who knows??
Grabbing back your phone, you texted your friends.
"Hey, can we guys meet tomorrow at the cafe. I wanna tell you something."
everyone called him the nerd. and honestly, they weren’t wrong.
sometimes it was said with a laugh, sometimes an eye roll, sometimes like they were giving you a heads-up. the quiet kid who finished tests early, reads during lunch, and corrects teachers without meaning to sound like a know-it-all.
damian wayne did not care.
you, on the other hand, noticed things other people didn’t.
like how his lashes were unfairly long. how he held his pencil like it mattered. how he blushed when people spoke to him unexpectedly. cute, in a very understated way. the kind of cute no one bothered to look closely enough to see.
so when your teacher paired you together for the project, you didn’t complain.
at the end of the day, you were shoving books into your locker when a familiar presence stopped beside you.
“hey.” his voice was calm, but you caught the hesitation under it. “do you want to come over so we can work on the project?”
you closed your locker and turned to him with a smile. “yeah, i’m good with that.
something like relief flickered across his face.
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the drive to his house was surprisingly easy. he talked about a debate he had in history class, you complained about a pop quiz, and somehow the conversation never stalled. he listened intently, one hand steady on the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at you when you laughed.
his house was quiet. big, but not cold. when he led you upstairs and opened the door to his room, you froze for a moment.
the walls were covered in art.
charcoal sketches. inked figures. landscapes washed in careful color. some framed, some taped up like he couldn’t bring himself to take them down or commit to them fully.
“i didn’t know you liked art,” you said, genuinely stunned.
he set his bag down, a little sheepish. “i drew all of them.”
your eyes widened. “you’re serious?”
he nodded. “it helps me think.”
you were still taking it all in when he spoke again. “i need to do a chore before my mom gets home. do you mind staying here?”
“no, not at all,” you said quickly. “take your time.”
“i’ll be right back,” he said, and then he was gone.
the room felt quieter without him. after a minute, curiosity got the better of you.
you wandered closer to his desk, careful not to touch anything at first. then you noticed a detailed landscape drawing laid out neatly. a lake at sunset, reflections so realistic they almost shimmered.
beside it sat a notebook.
you hesitated. you really did.
then you opened it.
the first page stopped you cold.
your name was written there. carefully. surrounded by a small, unmistakable heart.
“what is this?” you whispered.
underneath your name there was a drawing. of you.
you were sitting by a window, knees pulled loosely to your chest, chin resting against your arm as if you’d been caught mid-thought. the light was sketched softly around you, the way afternoon sun spills in without asking.
you slammed the notebook shut, your heart pounding.
“oh my god,” you muttered, sitting down hard on the edge of his bed. your thoughts were spinning. embarrassment? shock? ...or something warm and fluttery you didn't want to analyze.
the door opened.
“okay, i’m back,” damian said, shutting it behind him. “let’s get this project done.”
your head snapped up. your face felt like it was on fire.
he noticed immediately.
“…are you alright?” he asked, eyes narrowing just slightly as he took in your expression.
Including : James potter ,Remus Lupin ,Sirius Black ,Regulus Black ,Lily Evans ,Barty Crouch Jr ,Evan Rosier
James potter
like mother , like daughter @remushrts
james wasn't expecting for your daughter to be so much like you, but he isn't the one to complain
dad!james potter x mom!reader
Love , Mum and Dad @yasministration
Harry gets the memory book you and James made for him to open on his 17th birthday, but he gets it a little sooner, and discovers things about the family he could have had.
word count : 2.8k
All the reasons we’re not in love @dismalflo
You and James are best fucking friends—nothing more, nothing less. So why does everyone act like you're secretly in love, like it's some kind of undeniable fact?
James potter x fem!reader
Word count : 4.6k
Obviously blind @santaasi
for years, james potter thought he was chasing love. sirius black knew better — he’d been holding it all along.
james potter x bsf!fem!reader
Word count : 11.3k
Lost necklace @yasministration
james can't help but panic when he sees that you're not wearing the necklace he got you because you've never taken it off until now. but when he asks you about it, he discovers you never actually took it off and causes a little bit of a chain reaction.
word count : 1k+
university au
My shampoo fairy @juliettrulyyours
after being brutally rejected by James Potter, the last thing you expected was for him to show up in your common room—grinning, holding a bouquet, and calling you his girlfriend.
music to my ears
Your and James' constant bickering finally come to a head, but will either of you be able to get it together long enough to work it all out?
James Potter x Fem!Reader
word count : 3.9k
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Remus Lupin
Chocolate & kisses on the cheek @colouredbyd
remus had long established a routine of meeting you after class with a chocolate bar he unfailingly carried, only to learn, almost a year into your relationship, that you actually despise chocolate.
remus lupin x reader
word count : 1.8k
For you @pearlsteacup
When your dormmates keep hiding your stuff around the castle, Remus has no choice but to have a talk with them.
Remus Lupin X fem!whimsy!reader
Moony’s back ! @eufezco
remus returns from his first date with you, a slytherin girl, and has to face his friends’ teasing in the common room.
marauder!remus lupin x slytherin!reader
Move on first @dreaming-softly-in-the-night
In which Remus overhears you talking about the person you have feelings for, and decides to distance himself from you so that he can move on, with no idea that you were talking about him the whole time.
word count : 7.4k
professor lupin @lqveharrington
You and Remus are married, and it just so happens that Dumbledore has hired him to be Hogwarts new DADA professor while you already work at Hogwarts as Madam Pomfrey’s assistant.
Remus Lupin x professor(?)!healer!reader
what are we ? @perhapsawaltz
You and Remus have been getting closer, and the lines between friends and more has grown blurred. On a dreary day, you finally find the nerve to ask your best friend what exactly the two of you are to each other.
Marauders Era!Remus Lupin x reader
word count : 1k
Tea parties & paper rings @llovelygood
Remus plays with his daughter while she talks to him about the marriage proposal between her toys, maybe that was he notices what she really means by it.
dad!Remus Lupin x mom!Reader
word count : 1.2k
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Sirius Black
how to fall for trouble @roze-latte-zz
You never meant for anyone to find your seventh-year bucket list — especially not Sirius Black, the very boy topping it. But when he stumbles across it and secretly starts helping you tick off each ridiculous, rule-breaking goal, things get messier, softer, and far more magical than you planned.
Sirius Black x fem!reader
snobby slytherin princess @yasministration
there's something about a snobby slytherin princess that sirius black cannot resist. so when you get into an argument with rabastan lestrange and let it slip that sirius black would have a better chance at marrying you, the boy springs into action.
my girl @colouredbyd
in which you overhear sirius calling you his girl. thus, a lovesick and kiss-drunk sirius makes it his mission to say it again, and again, until you finally believe it.
sirius black x fem!reader
word count : 3.1k
walk him like a dog (s.o.b.) @cipheress-to-k-pop
Sirius Black has always been a dog—but the thing about dogs? They're loyal to only one person: Their owner
Sirius Orion Black x Reader
word count : 3.1k
seeing stars @moonstruck
after a bump on the head, you wake with your head on the shoulder of a beautiful stranger (who isn't really a stranger)
Sirius Black x fem!reader
word count : 1.1k
Darling, can I be your favourite? @roze-latte-zz
You’re caught between past and present: forced into an engagement with Sirius Black, your sharp rivalry turns reckless one night, leaving you with Estelle. Now, your days revolve around her warmth while Sirius stays distant, the marriage hollow but motherhood full of love.
right where i want to be @hexedlover
it's only when lily accidentally spills amortentia on you and all you can smell is cigarettes and dog fur that you realize you're in love with sirius — probably the only person in the world you shouldn't be in love with.
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regulus black
if you look closely , you'll see them !
when you swear your boyfriend, regulus, has dimples no one believes you, that is until he walks in and proves everyone wrong.
Regulus Black x fem!reader
word count : 3k
it takes one to know one @colouredbyd
when regulus finds himself caught in confusing feelings for you, he ends up wanting needing to seek his brother’s advice, unable to understand why his stomach drops when you’re near or why it feels like restless roaches take flight whenever you smile at him.
regulus black x reader
word count : 3.7k
(not) the traditional way @yasministration
sirius discovers through grapevine gossip that his younger brother is engaged to his long term girlfriend after both their parents found out.
regulus x crouch!reader
word count : 1.5k
Our Brothers Are Dating… Should We? @colouredbyd
you and regulus are hopelessly in love, neither of you capable of admitting it. your older brothers, remus and sirius who are very much together, watch the pining with increasing amusement before deciding it’s time to knock some sense into you both and finally get you together themselves.
regulus black x lupin!reader
word count : 8.3k
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lily evans
good luck, babe ! @colouredbyd
on lily evans’ wedding, you stand as her maid of honor, holding the weight of a love neither of you has ever named. now lily must face the choice of walking down the aisle or choosing the one person she truly loves; her best friend who happens to be you.
lily evans x fem!reader
word count : 8k
having a laugh @yasministration
there's no point in james and remus making a bet over who gets their girl first. not when their girls are only interested in each other
word count : 1.5k
academic rivals @moonstruckme
Lily Evans x fem!reader
word count : 608
five years @underoospeterparker
You had never expected your best friend, Lily Evans, the brightest witch in your year, to reciprocate your feelings towards her. You could never be more wrong.
Lily Evans x fem!reader
word count : 2.2k
ours @janesociety
you, a slytherin prefect and quidditch player, and lily evans, gryffindor’s golden girl, have seemed to find yourselves in a strange and lovely situation
lily evans x fem!reader
word count : 1.1k
walk them like a dog , dog @roze-latte-zz
The Marauders and the Slytherin Skittles wage constant prank wars, dragging you and Lily into their chaos. Fed up, you and Lily secretly team up, luring both groups into the Room of Requirement and trapping them without wands. " ˎˊ˗
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Barty Crouch Jr
untitled @purpleblizzardkitty
Barty is staying with your family over the summer and your brother keeps checking in on the two of you
Barty X fem reader
forbidden love @heaven4lostgirls
where Barty hates that you have to hide.
barty crouch jr x fem!gryffindor!reader
word count : 1.4k
treasure @mariaace
There's only one person who loves Barty Crouch Junior's jewelries more than him.
i might still hate you @unconventional-lawnchair
An unexpected guest shows up at your house late at night
Barty Crouch Jr. x Potter!Reader
word count : ~3k
orange peel theory @darcellexxx
What a stupid muggle thing to do, orange peel theory? It even sounds stupid! But who are you to miss out on messing with Barty? A silly little test proves just how much Barty loves you, as if you needed any oranges to prove that..
Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader
word count : 1.5k
such a peculiar friendship @blondejellykitty
Best friends share everything with each other. Secrets, jokes, kisses... Wait, what? Aka, Barty was your best friend, and you were his.
word count : 1k
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Evan rosier
Untitled @morwap
Evan rosier x slytherin fem reader
How did it end ? @mentally-in-northern-italy
Estranged after graduating from Hogwarts, you haven't seen Evan in years when he finally elects to find you again — but his timing isn’t quite right. It never really is.
Evan rosier x fem reader
Word count : 2.2k
heartbeat like the pouring rain @blondejellykitty
Evan Rosier was born cold, like a storm. You were warmth incarnate and were happy to share it with him.
Evan rosier x slytherin reader
word count : 777
the dark and the water @lamodeami
untitled @ellecdc
Evan rosier x go reader who beats him at board games
word count : +500
untitled @purpleblizzardkitty
you and Evan aren't affectionate towards eachother at all, despite being in a relationship.
Evan rosier x fem reader
personal fav !
shared warmth and rare smiles @blondejellykitty
Evan Rosier was a Slytherin. An heir. A pureblood. A skilled wizard in the dark arts. A future death eater. Evan Rosier was many things, but a cuddler was not one of them... Unless.
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How do you feel about older teens like 16 or 17 year olds reading 18+ content?
????? you mean one of the most normal and tame things most teenagers do????? I was watching hardcore porn, borderline snuff films on some shady sites my friend found, when I was like 10. 13 at most. probably 10, I don’t know. but I definitely shouldn’t be watching it. I did anyway. with all of my classmates. in our classroom at our school. and I was not traumatized.
when my friends and I were 16-17 we were doing way, way more extreme shit than that. teenagers at that age typically have sex and do drugs. I’m not “encouraging them” to do it by making this response. but it’s simply a fact that a whole lot of teenagers age 16-17 are out there having sex and getting high.
believe me, reading silly smut at that age is the equivalent of a grown adult having a cup of coffee. I can’t imagine anything more normal for them to do than that.
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