#suprise

Just a cute lil doll playing dress up…thoughts?

🥹

His been hanging around Derek to much

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO ALL YOU LOVE BURDS💖💖💖

Pulled this from the archives n thought it would make a good valentine post.

Obviously Pool LOVES vday and probably somehow destroys the whole city for a grand romantic gesture.

- Summary: On your birthday, Fred Weasley seems determined to drive you completely mad. Elusive, secretive, and mischievous all day, he disappears at every turn, leaving behind cryptic clues, magical trinkets, and hints that something is brewing. Just when you begin to think he’s forgotten, Fred leads you on a thrilling chase through Hogwarts, culminating in the ultimate surprise: a magical party thrown just for you and the perfect, enchanted gift. In true Fred style, the entire day is a whirlwind of laughter, mystery, and unforgettable magic.

- Word Count: 599

- Pairing: Reader x Fred Weasley

It was your birthday, and Hogwarts felt extra magical that morning. The sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room, glinting off the tapestries and casting long shadows across the worn carpet. You sat in your favorite armchair, sipping pumpkin juice and trying to shake off the weird mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbling in your chest. It wasn’t that birthdays were ever ordinary here, they weren’t, but something about this one felt… different.

The day began innocuously enough, classes humming along as usual. But you couldn’t help noticing something odd: Fred Weasley. Normally so loud and mischievous, he was unusually elusive. He peeked at you from around corners, then disappeared when you tried to call him over. He’d dash past you in the corridors, ducking behind suits of armor, winking but saying nothing. Every time you asked him directly if he had plans, he simply smirked and slipped away before you could get an answer.

By lunch, it was maddening. You had tried to corner him twice, only to find him suddenly “busy” with some ridiculous errand or slipping out of the Great Hall before you could reach him. Even George, noticing your growing frustration, shrugged. “He’s up to something. Fred always is. Don’t worry he hasn’t forgotten.”

But worry had a way of creeping in anyway. Every glance down an empty corridor, every missing whisper of a familiar chuckle made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he really had forgotten.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. During Defense Against the Dark Arts, you caught him briefly passing notes to Peeves with a conspiratorial grin. In Charms, he was nowhere to be found, yet somehow a tiny bouquet of floating magical flowers appeared on your desk. And in Potions, he slipped past you entirely, leaving behind a single enchanted cookie that exploded into glitter when you bit it.

By the time evening rolled around, your nerves were stretched thin. You were halfway convinced that Fred had completely forgotten, despite all the little signs teasing otherwise.

Then came the final clue: a small parchment fluttered down from the ceiling as you entered the Gryffindor common room. Written in Fred’s unmistakable handwriting:

Follow the trail…

Your heart jumped. You followed the notes, which twisted and turned through hidden passages and staircases, each one more elaborate than the last. Some shimmered with confetti when touched, and others whispered silly riddles you had to answer before moving on. Each step made your anticipation skyrocket.

Finally, you reached the main common room. The door swung open, and the sight that met you made your stomach flip with joy. Banners hung from the ceiling, candles floated in midair, and a table groaned under every kind of sweet treat imaginable. Your friends were all there, cheering as you stepped in.

“Surprise!” they shouted.

And there, in the center of it all, was Fred standing smugly with a small, intricately wrapped box in his hands, looking impossibly pleased with himself. He didn’t say a word, just gave you a dramatic bow, his grin telling you everything.

You tore open the gift. Inside was a delicate, enchanted necklace—a tiny charm shaped like a broomstick, which sparkled and hummed softly, lifting your spirits instantly.

“You did all this… for me?” you whispered, eyes wide.

Dick Grayson x F!reader

1.7k words, purely tooth rotting fluff

Author’s note’s: Decided to write this after seeing a video of a couple surprising their partner after being away for so long. It made me think of what the bat boys would be like if they are in a long distance relationship. Might consider this as a series if I get the motivation to write more (∩ ⌣̀_⌣́)

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Being in a long distance relationship is difficult; especially to Dick Grayson whose love language consists of quality time and physical touch. 

At first, he struggled, his mood fluctuating through the days. Every text message, voice call and video call kept him afloat. He never doubted his partner, F/n, who was juggling with the time differences between their areas, always there to reply and send updates. 

“ I miss her so much. “ Dick muttered to himself, staring at a selfie she sent with a stray cat. 

He could hear her voice, the way her eyes sparkled whenever he surprised her, her soft skin against his hand. The more he tried to push the thoughts away, the more he remembered the times they spent together when they weren't separated by distance.

He groaned face planting onto the couch, his heart twisting in his chest. 

Tim, who was sitting across him with his tablet out, raised an eyebrow at him. 

“ Dude, why don't you just visit her? “

Dick let out a muffled groan into the couch cushion. “Because,” he said, voice thick, “planes cost money, schedules exist, and I can’t just vanish for a week without Bruce noticing.”

Tim deadpanned, “You’re Nightwing. You literally vanish for a living.”

Dick lifted his head just enough to glare at him. “You know what I mean.”

Tim shrugged, scrolling lazily on his tablet. “I also know you’ve been sulking for three days, you smiled at your phone like it personally complimented you, and you almost kicked a guy through a window last night because he called her ‘your friend.’”

“That was a loaded word,” Dick muttered.

Tim sighed, finally setting the tablet down. “Dick. You’re miserable. She’s miserable. You both keep saying ‘I miss you’ like it’s a placeholder for ‘I need you.’ So again—why don’t you visit her?”

Dick sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair. His smile faded into something quieter, more vulnerable. “Because what if it hurts more when I leave again?”

Tim blinked. “…Wow. Okay. Didn’t expect the emotional gut punch.”

Dick laughed weakly. “Every time we hang up, it’s like—” He pressed a hand to his chest. “—like something gets pulled out of me. Being there in person? Touching her? Holding her? I don’t know if I can do that and then just… walk away.”

Tim studied him for a moment, expression uncharacteristically gentle. “You already hurt,” he said simply. “You’re just choosing the version where you don’t get to hold her hand first.”

Dick swallowed.

Tim continued, softer now. “You’ve always been like this. You give people everything, but when it comes to what you need, you hesitate like it’s asking too much.”

Dick looked down at his phone again. The selfie was still there—F/n smiling softly, the stray cat curled against her chest, her eyes a little tired but warm. He imagined the weight of her leaning into him, the way she tucked herself under his arm like it was instinct.

“…She hates goodbyes,” he murmured.

Tim snorted. “So do you. But you keep saying hellos anyway.”

Silence settled between them.

Tim’s tablet buzzed, his eyes widening for a brief second. 

Dick sat up, looking up at him as he tried to read his expression. 

“ Did something happen? “ He asked, shifting his weight. 

Tim shook his head, “ Just a nice surprise… “ 

Okay, that got his attention. 

“ Nice surprise? “ He echoed, confused. “ Did you win the lottery? “ 

Tim snorted, “ I don't need more money. “

Dick shot him a suspicious look as the corner of Tim’s mouth twitched, stretching into a small smirk. 

“I don't like that look. “He muttered, squinting in his direction. 

Tim smirked at his words, angling his tablet up as if he was videoing him. 

“ Why are you videoing me?! “ Dick placed his hand over his chest, his ears turning into a shade of red. 

“ For documentary purposes. “ He snickered, his eyes glinting with mischief. 

Dick let out a noise, half-annoyed and half embarrassed. Before he could yell at his sibling, a knock sounded on the door. 

“ I think you need to open that door. “ Tim smirked. 

He shot him a look, “ I swear to god Tim, you're lucky I love you. “ 

He sat up from the couch, walking towards the door. His hand hovered near the door knob, hearing a familiar giggle at the other side. 

Dick opens the door, immediately greeted by the one and only, F/n. 

“ Hi. “ She whispered, a soft smile tugging on her lips as her e/c eyes sparkled. 

He froze for a moment then walked backwards, blinking frantically as if he was making sure that he wasn't imaging things. 

F/n stepped forward, giggling. 

Then it finally clicked in his head. She really is here. F/n. 

Dick ran back towards her, his arms wrapping on her waist as his body collided with her. 

F/n continued to laugh, her back slamming onto the floor as Dick held her tight. He continued to drag her up, his body shaking with adrenaline of seeing her. 

“ Thanks for the body slam. “ She let out a breathless laugh. 

Dick buried his face into her shoulder, laughing shakily as he held her impossibly close, like if he loosened his grip even a little she might disappear again.

“You’re—” he pulled back just enough to look at her, hands still firm at her waist, thumbs brushing like he needed the reassurance of real— “you’re actually here.”

F/n smiled up at him, cheeks warm, eyes soft. “Surprise.”

He let out a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a breathless sob before pulling her back into his chest, lifting her clean off the floor this time. She squeaked, arms looping around his neck on instinct.

“I missed you,” he murmured into her hair, voice rough. “God, I missed you so much.”

“Yeah?” she teased gently, even as she clung to him. “You only texted me that about… a hundred times.”

“That was me understating,” he said, setting her back down but refusing to let go. His forehead pressed to hers, noses brushing. “You can’t just do that, you know. Show up. Nearly give me a heart attack.”

She grinned. “Tim said you’d be dramatic.”

“Traitor,” Dick muttered fondly, glancing over her shoulder.

From the couch, Tim cleared his throat loudly. “For the record, this is gold. National Geographic: The Hopelessly In Love Acrobat.”

Dick didn’t even turn. “Turn that camera off or I’m confiscating your tablet.”

Tim held it up innocently. “Already sent a copy to Bruce.”

Dick stiffened. “You did what?”

F/n laughed, threading her fingers through Dick’s. “Relax. It was just you opening the door.”

Tim nodded. “Very tasteful. Minimal shrieking.”

Dick groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder again. “I cannot believe this is how I find out you’re here.”

She squeezed him tighter. “Would you have preferred a text?”

“No,” he admitted immediately. “If I’d known, I would’ve exploded.”

She pulled back, lifting a hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing beneath his eye. “I wanted to see your face. I wanted to touch you.”

His breath hitched. That—that was his weak spot.

He leaned into her touch without thinking. “You have no idea how hard this has been.”

“I do,” she said softly. “That’s why I’m here.”

Tim watched them for a moment, then stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I’m going to… not be in this room.”

Dick blinked. “You don’t have to—”

Tim smirked. “Please. I’ve done my duty. Try not to break the furniture.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

Silence settled—warm, intimate.

Dick exhaled, then smiled, wide and bright and a little overwhelmed. “So,” he said quietly, hands sliding to lace their fingers together, “how long are you staying?”

F/n’s smile turned mischievous. “Long enough to make up for all the missed hugs.”

Dick laughed softly, pulling her back into his arms without hesitation.

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

~~~

The Batcave was unusually lively.

Jason was halfway through dismantling a gun at the worktable, Damian sat cross-legged nearby pretending not to listen, Barbara leaned against a console with her arms crossed, and Bruce stood by the Batcomputer—until Tim’s tablet chimed.

“Oh, this is good timing,” Tim said, far too pleased with himself as he connected the tablet to the main screen.

Bruce frowned. “Timothy—what did you do?”

“I documented history.”

The video played.

Dick opened the door.

Dick froze.

Dick body-checked F/n like a human missile.

There was a brief moment of silence.

Then—

Jason barked out a laugh. “HOLY—did Grayson just tackle his girlfriend?”

Barbara slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “Dick! Oh my god—”

Damian stood abruptly. “That was an inefficient greeting. And reckless.”

Onscreen, F/n laughed breathlessly. “Thanks for the body slam.”

Jason wheezed. “SHE’S A TROOPER.”

Bruce’s shoulders tensed. “Pause it.”

Tim did—mid-frame, Dick clutching her like she might vanish.

Bruce rubbed his temple. “Did she hit her head?”

“I cushioned her fall,” Dick’s voice echoed faintly from the video.

“That is not how physics works,” Bruce muttered.

Alfred, who had entered quietly with a tray of tea, leaned forward, concern etching his features.

“…Is Miss F/n quite alright?” he asked gently. “That appeared rather… forceful.”

Tim glanced back at him. “She laughed. Made a joke about it.”

Alfred’s brows remained knit. “Even so. I should like to confirm she has no injuries. Perhaps a sore back? Or wrist?” He sighed softly. “Master Richard has always struggled with moderating his enthusiasm.”

Jason smirked. “That’s one word for it.”

Barbara smiled fondly at the frozen frame. “She surprised him. You can’t expect him to be normal.”

Damian scoffed. “Father would have used controlled force.”

Bruce shot him a look. “You would have bowed.”

“…Perhaps,” Damian conceded.

The video resumed—Dick lifting her again, laughing shakily, holding her like the ground might disappear.

Alfred’s expression softened.

“He missed her very much,” he said quietly. “I suspect the floor was an acceptable price to pay.”

Bruce exhaled, tension easing just a little. “…I’ll still check on her later.”

Jason grinned. “What, gonna ground him?”

Bruce didn’t answer.Tim smiled to himself, already saving the video to a very secure folder labeled Insurance.