Dick Grayson x Reader

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You don’t notice the moment it happens.

Dick freezes—not in a dramatic way, no sudden gasp or dropped glass—just a quiet stillness, like someone catching sight of a painting they never expected to fall for.

You stretch your arms above your head, your shirt tied loosely at the waist, the curve of your side glowing softly in the sunlight. And there—just beneath the edge of your top, tracing the slope of your shoulder like a secret—is the line.

That perfect, sharp contrast between the sun-kissed bronze of your skin and the soft, untouched patch hidden beneath your clothes.

And god—he’s utterly mesmerized.

Not desperate, not restless. Dick Grayson simply knows beauty when he sees it. And this? This is sacred.

He’s watched you all summer, seen the way your skin deepens to gold, felt the heat settle into your bones. But this—this tan line—is a map. A mark of where the sun has claimed you, and where it hasn’t.

And he wants to trace it. With his fingers. With his lips. Slowly, reverently.

You’re talking—something about how hot the sand was, how your lemonade’s too sweet—but his gaze never leaves that line.

“You’re staring,” you say, not looking up from your glass.

He shrugs, voice low and quiet. “Just thinking about how sunlight’s been lucky enough to touch you more than I have.”

You blink, heat blooming in your chest faster than the sun.

He smiles—a soft, boyish curve with something molten beneath. “You glow,” he murmurs. “Even where it doesn’t reach.”

And you understand what he means.

Not just the skin the sunlight missed — the pale, hidden places.

But all of you. The pieces the world sees. And the ones you keep tucked away, quiet and untouched.

Parts he wants to explore, not with hunger, but with quiet wonder.

The uneven light on your skin—the contrast of gold and pale, warmth and shadow—it’s a story told wordlessly, one he’s been waiting to read.

And in that moment, you’re not just the girl beside him.

You are the sun itself.

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Okayy this is my first ever post, soo i hope you guys enjoy it.

Tony and Peter aren’t siblings; their connection comes through their parents’ shared business, Stark & Parker, which is a corporation co-owned by both families. Since the company is split into shares, each family passes down their respective portions to their heirs.

In this story, Tony has already left school and inherited the Stark in Stark & Parker (essentially already taking over his side of things). Because of this, I figured Tony isn’t considered an “heir” anymore since he’s already assumed his role in the business.

Peter, on the other hand, is next in line to inherit the shares owned by his father, Richard Parker. This makes him the last heir currently waiting to step into his role within the corporation. So while they’re both tied to Stark & Parker, Tony is already established, and Peter is still in the process of stepping into his responsibilities.