#titans fluff

The common room in Titans Tower was unusually quiet. Well, quiet for Titans standards. Rachel sat on the couch, legs tucked under her, reading. Kory excitedly told Dick about some terrifying alien dessert. Vic acted like he wasn’t watching the basketball game, but he definitely was, just with the sound off. And as for Gar? He was staring at you, just like always.

“You’re burning holes into her skull,” Dick said without looking up from his tablet.

“I am not.”

“You literally sighed.”

“I did not sigh.”

Rachel slowly lowered her book. “You sighed twice.” Gar scowled. “Traitors. All of you.” You looked up from where you sat cross-legged on the floor, organising mission files. “What?”

“Nothing!” Gar squeaked. Dick snorted. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously before shrugging and going back to your papers. Gar’s gaze softened instantly. Honestly, he was embarrassingly obvious. Everyone knew. Including you.

You just didn’t know what to do about it. Part of you wanted to say something, to put an end to the guessing, but every time you even considered it, your heart raced. What if you were wrong and ruined the team’s fragile balance? What if he laughed, or worse, pulled away? You tried to convince yourself it was safer to stay quiet, to act as if nothing had changed, but it had, and you couldn’t pretend you didn’t notice.

Sometimes, the memories of past friendships gone awkward after confessions flashed through your mind, how the silences had stretched, how laughter had died off between people who used to be close. The risk of losing what you already had, the soft comfort of his presence, sometimes felt heavier than the hope for something more. You hated how every easy conversation now carried the jitter of what might be hiding underneath, and how a single misstep might mean losing the gentle warmth that had become a part of your daily life.

Gar was affectionate with everyone. He hugged people all the time, leaned on his friends, held hands just as friends, and gave out compliments like confetti. But with you, it felt different. Softer. Nervous. Intentional. It was like every touch meant something he was too scared to admit. And maybe you were guilty too. Apparently, normal teammates didn’t memorise the way someone laughed. Or notice how his freckles darkened in the sun. Or immediately look for him first after every mission. There was that time last month, when you both ended up stuck in the elevator during a power outage; Gar had found a packet of mints in his pocket, and the two of you spent nearly an hour trading increasingly ridiculous dares for each mint, giggling in the dark. You’d both laughed so loud that Rachel threatened to yank the doors open herself. Sometimes, whenever either of you said "elevator mint," he’d flash you a conspiratorial grin across the room, and you had to fight not to smile back like an idiot.

Rachel claimed the mutual pining was “psychologically nauseating.” Vic said it was “worse than a CW drama.” Kory thought it was “adorable” and had nearly asked if you two were mates. The point was, something was happening. And nothing was happening, and it was driving everyone insane. The team had started taking bets on who would crack first; Rachel muttering under her breath about resignation letters, Vic dramatically sighing every time you and Gar were in the same room, and Kory nearly pushing the two of you together with suspiciously calculated errands. It got so bad once that Dick threatened to lock you both in the storage closet "until you work out whatever this is," prompting protest from everyone (and smug grins from none). Including Gar.

It happened after a rough mission. Nothing catastrophic, just exhausting. The kind that left everyone bruised, irritable, and desperate for sleep.

You were in the kitchen at nearly two in the morning, trying to patch a cut on your arm one-handed. “Here.” You startled slightly as Gar appeared beside you, holding the first aid kit.

“You don’t sleep, huh?” you murmured.

“Could ask you the same thing.” He sat on the counter and grabbed the antiseptic before you could say anything.

“I can do it myself.”

“I know.” His voice was quiet. “Let me anyway.”

Your stomach flipped. God. This was the problem. Gar cleaned the cut, brow furrowed, fingers warm on your skin. “You should’ve let me cover your flank back there,” he muttered.

“You were busy getting thrown through a wall.”

“Still.”

You laughed softly. “You’re impossible.”

His eyes met yours. And something shifted. The kitchen suddenly felt very small. Very quiet. Very warm. Gar swallowed hard. You could see him arguing with himself:

Say something. Don’t say something. Definitely say something. Oh God, don’t say something.

“You know,” he started weakly, “Dick says we have unresolved tension.”

You burst out laughing. “Dick would say that.”

“He’s not wrong.”

Your laughter faded. Gar’s fingers stilled around your wrist.

“Oh.”

“Oh,” he echoed.

Neither of you moved. Somewhere upstairs, something exploded, and Vic yelled, “I TOLD YOU NOT TO MICROWAVE METAL!” Neither of you even blinked. Gar looked terrified.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he rushed out. “I just- I like being around you. A lot. Like… a stupid amount, actually.” His voice wavered, and he looked down, twisting his fingers together. “You do this thing when you're concentrating, where you bite your lip and the world kind of goes quiet. I notice every time. It sounds so dumb, but… It's one of my favourite things.”

You smiled helplessly. “Gar-”

“I know you might not feel the same-”

“I do.”

He stopped breathing. “What?”

“I do,” you repeated softly.

Gar stared at you as you’d just handed him the secrets of the universe. “You… you do?”

“Were you genuinely unaware?”

“Listen, I’m emotionally fragile.”

You laughed again, quieter this time. And Gar looked completely wrecked by the sound. Then his eyes dropped to your mouth. Your breath caught. He leaned forward slightly. Paused. Hesitated. And then suddenly, he kissed you. Quick. Impulsive. Warm. The softest thing you’d ever felt.

Your brain completely stopped functioning. Gar pulled back just as fast, eyes widening in horror.

“Oh, my god.”

You blinked.

“I didn’t ask.”

“…What?”

“I didn’t ask if I could kiss you!” he panicked, standing so abruptly he nearly fell backwards off the stool. “I just did it, and that was so not okay, and I swear I normally have impulse control-”

“Gar-”

“No, because consent is important and I know that and I wasn’t thinking and-”

You grabbed the front of his shirt before he could spiral himself into another dimension. He froze.

“Gar.”

“…Yeah?”

“I have been waiting for you to do that for months.”

His brain visibly short-circuited. “…Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Gar, I was two seconds away from doing it myself.”

He stared at you. Then slowly: “Oh.”  You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Idiot.” He suddenly grinned, bright and boyish, looking so relieved it almost hurt. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked immediately. You smiled. “Please.” This time, when he kissed you, there was no panic in it at all.

Somewhere upstairs, a door creaked open. You heard Vic's not-so-subtle whisper-"Pay up, Rachel!"-followed by muffled laughter and the faint sound of someone high-fiving. Gar grinned against your lips. You pulled back just long enough to roll your eyes. Of course, they were listening.

you loved the feeling of dawn’s sweaters against your body. 

you loved how her scent clings to the fabric, always reminding you that you are loved and cherished by dawn granger. so you took it upon yourself to wear one to bed almost every night when she was away with the titans on a mission. it’s almost as if she was right there with you in bed, placing kisses on your neck as your legs were tangled together after she made you come undone beneath her multiple times. 

the soft patter of rain brings you out of the world of sleep. the warmth of the quilt that covered your body was pulling you back under, but you couldn’t do that since the other half of the bed was cold to the touch. she must be out and about, you think, throwing the quilt off your body, basking in the warmth of your cozy apartment. 

you stand up, stretching your lips to get rid of the remaining sleep that didn’t want to leave before you picked up one of dawn’s sweaters and draping it over your body, the scent of vanilla and fresh laundry washing over you like a comforting hug. you slipped your undergarments on that were hanging off the side of the bed, memories of last night making your core throb.

you follow the scent of bacon to the kitchen, where your wife was humming along to an old record as she moved the bacon from the stovetop to a plate with a paper towel on it nearby. you stood in the doorway for a moment, wondering how you got so lucky to end up with someone as amazing as dawn marie granger. 

you slid up next to the vigilante, snagging a piece of bacon off the blate next to you before giving her a peck on the cheek and wrapping your arms around her frame, letting your head rest against the junction of her neck and shoulder. 

“morning, beautiful,” you hum, hands squeezing her hips before making their way to the bump on her front and rubbing smooth circles on it over her shirt. “what are you doing out of bed? i could have made you breakfast.”

“well, this little peanut wouldn’t let me sleep in today, so i thought it would be best if i made you breakfast,” she replies, setting the tongs on the plate before reaching for a spatula and moving the pancakes off the stove and onto a clean plate.

“you could have woken me up.” dawn could feel your pout against her neck and she giggled. “i could have helped you fall back asleep.” your hand reached around to turn the stove off before maneuvering her to face you, greeting her with an exaggerated wag of your eyebrows. 

she rolled her eyes at you before handing you a fresh plate. “later, i don’t want the food to spoil.” you playfully groaned before filling up your plate with the food dawn prepared and sitting down at the kitchen table. 

you sat in silence for a while, occasionally making remarks about how you slept or how her cooking was the best thing ever. the rain continued to fall steadily, and you wondered if today was going to be a lazy day for the both of you, cause you had no intentions on going outside in this weather. 

when you both cleaned your plates and the dishes were being washed in the dishwasher, you cornered her against the counter, as you caught her lips in a passionate embrace. her fingers laced in your hair as you trailed kisses down her body, moaning softly as you placed delicate kisses over her breasts before making your way to her bely bump. 

“god, you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant and full of our baby,” you groaned, lifting her shirt to above her stomach as you left kisses across the stretched skin. you would never get tired of worshipping dawn, how she was so effortlessly gorgeous no matter what she was doing. 

a kick against your mouth pulled you out of your thoughts. “hi baby,” you whispered as your hands roamed her body. your wife gives you a soft smile, and you return the gesture as you land on your knees, gentle hands pulling her pants and undergarments down in a soft tug down her legs. 

There’s a very thin line between love and hate, a line you were all too familiar with. After all, you’ve been edging the line between being enemies and lovers with Dick Grayson for years now. You weren’t even sure how this ‘feud’ between you and him had started, only knowing that you were both too stubborn and proud to admit that maybe you were wrong, besides you could hardly take back years and years of despising each other just like that. So you kept any objectionable feelings you might have developed to yourself and pretended that his face didn’t haunt your dreams at night. 

A dark expression clouded Dick’s features as he went over the mission plan for what felt like the 1000th time but he was still no closer to figuring out how to get into Deathstroke’s hq without immediately alerting him. Donna sighed, bringing the team’s attention to her, “I don’t understand why you’re trying to make this harder for yourself. One phone call and we can get in and out without him ever knowing we were there.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not calling her.”

Donna scoffed, “Damn right you’re not calling her, I’m gonna call her.” She picked up her phone, hitting your contact number before he could stop her, “Hey Y/n, I’m sending you an address, we need you for this mission.” She hung up, sending him a triumphant smile.

You checked your phone for the 100th time, checking the address that Donna had texted you before sending her a message to tell her you were waiting outside. The door buzzed open and you took the lift up to where you assumed Donna would be, the doors slid open and the smile fell from your face as soon as you saw him. As much as you hated to admit it...he looked good, even if he was scowling at you with his arms crossed over his chest like a child, speaking of his arms....it felt like your brain was short-circuiting as you watched his muscles flexing. He glanced over, meeting your gaze, “I was against you coming here. Just so we know, I think we can do this without you.” And he just had to go and ruin it, didn’t he?

“Then it’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion, isn’t it?”

He straightened up, taking a step towards you, “Oh you’re such a-”

“Uh uh, don’t you dare finish that sentence, Bird Boy. I told you to be nice to her.” Donna marched over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Maybe she shouldn’t make it so difficult to be nice to her.” Dick retorted, still glaring at you.

She gave you both an exasperated look, “Well no one else finds it difficult to at least be civil with her. Look, she’s here now so you two need to put your stupid feud aside, at least until this mission is over and then you can have a fight to death for all I care.” She grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the room with her.

“So Dick....Why do you hate her?” His jaw clenched from Kory’s question and you grinned at him.

“Yeah why do you hate me?” He didn’t answer but you could see how physically tense the question had made him, you turned to Kory with the pure intention of pissing him off further, “You know, I actually have a theory that he likes me and this is his way of showing it. You know like how little kids are mean to people they like, I guess Dickhead Grayson over here never grew out of it.” 

He whipped around with a dark look in his eyes, he was furious and it was kinda hot, “Y/n….a word, in private.”

You got up and Donna called after you, “Remember no murdering each other until after the mission.”

He dragged you down the hall and into his room, locking the door before turning to you, “What the fuck was that?”

You shrugged, feigning ignorance, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Pretty Bird.”

“Don’t call me that. And you know exactly what I mean.”

“Would you prefer if I went back to calling you a dickhead?”

He let out a frustrated groan, “I’d prefer if you’d shut up for once!”

“Do you know what I think?” You continued, not caring about his response, “I think you only hate me cause I turn you on. I think I frustrate you.” 

His jaw clenched, his voice so low that it sounded like a growl, “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

And then without warning, you found yourself pinned against the wall as he surveyed you with a ravenous look. His face was barely an inch away from yours, his eyes glinting as he smirked at you, “What’s wrong? Had so much to say earlier.” He caught your gaze on his lips and his smirk widened before he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly as his hands slipped down to your waist, pulling you into him, your hands tangled into his hair, kissing him back. Kissing Dick felt like relief, the tension that had built up between you for years was finally broken and you wondered where you’d be now if you had only done this earlier.

Your back hit the wall and you buried your face into his neck to muffle a moan as his hips ground into yours. He abruptly pulled away from you, “I’m not gonna touch you unless you beg for it.”

You didn’t say anything and a devilish smile creeped onto his face as he slowly traced his fingers up your thigh, smirking as he heard your breath hitching, “I said beg, sweetheart.” 

His fingers painfully close to where you needed him, “Dick...please.”

His fingers pressed into your thigh, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, “Please what?”

You glared at him, your fingers trailing along his chest before your hand slipped down to palm him through his jeans, “I don’t care what you do as long as you do me.”

“He picked you up, his lips on your neck as he carried you over to his bed, gently dropping you on top of the mattress. He hovered above you, after he’d helped you out of your clothes before taking off his own, his eyes burning into you before he leaned down, pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders. You frowned at him, “What’re you ohh-” You cut yourself off with an almost embarrassingly loud moan as he buried his head between your legs, your hands immediately fisting into his hair as his tongue roughly flicked against your clit. His fingers slipping into you as you whimpered his name, he moaned against you as you involuntarily tugged on his hair as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.

The coil in your stomach tightened as he brought you closer to the edge, “Fuck- Dick...I’m gonna-.” You couldn’t even finish your thought before you came undone on his tongue. But he wasn’t finished with yet as he trailed kisses up your body, hitching your leg to rest around his waist, biting down on your shoulder as he pushed into you. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you prayed that the rest of the Titans were still in the kitchen so they wouldn’t hear the sounds of your moans or the bed-frame slamming against the wall as Dick thrusted into you. You felt your walls clenching around him as he moaned your name into your skin, his hand slipped down to circle your clit, “Good girl, cum for me, baby,” He murmured in the hottest voice you’d ever heard, but you’d always had a secret thing for his voice, digging your nails into his back as he guided you to your release, your name spilling out of his mouth as he came before pulling out of you and tugging you into his arms. 

It was silent for a moment before Dick sighed, “You were right.” You raised an eyebrow in confusion and he continued, “I only hate you cause you frustrate me.”

You laughed and he tensed up, “I knew you liked me, but for the record? It’s definitely mutual.” You paused, “What are we gonna tell everyone else? They’re gonna ask if we’re suddenly all lovey dovey after being at each other’s throats for god knows how long.”

“What if....we just don’t say anything? We could just pretend to still hate each other and avoid an awkward interrogation from Donna.” He captured your lips in a gentle kiss, making it very hard to say no to him.

Pretending to hate Dick was proving to be a lot harder than you’d anticipated, in theory it seemed easy, you’d practically been doing it for years now but now you knew your feelings were reciprocated but you still couldn’t hold his hand in public. Your relationship consisted of dark corners and locked rooms, you knew deep down that it was probably for the best when it was still so new but you couldn’t help the way your blood boiled when you had to sit and watch Kory dancing around him like that. It wasn’t that you were jealous of Kory, more that you were jealous of her ability to openly flirt with him while you could only have a civil conversation with him behind closed doors. Thankfully no one had noticed that you had practically moved into Dick’s room, mornings with him were like your safe haven. You always woke up first, just so you could admire the way the shadows fell across his face, making him look like an angel when he finally opened his eyes.

Today was one of those mornings, he squinted at you, before his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him as a fond smile appeared on his face. “Good mornin’, darling.”

“Speak for yourself, I still can’t feel my legs!” 

His smile widened, tugging you closer, “Shame, guess you’ll have to spend all day in bed with me, won’t you, sweetheart?” He rolled over, hovering above you before leaning down to kiss you lovingly. Unfortunately you were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, you moved to slip out from under him but his arms tightened around you, keeping you with him, “Just ignore it, they’ll go away.” He mumbled in your ear, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He groaned into your neck as the knocking got louder, begrudgingly letting go of you and pulling on his sweatpants before stumbling over to the door, opening it an inch so you’d remain out of sight. 

You smiled as you listened to him grumbling at his younger brother, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as your eyes trailed over his back, watching how the muscles flexed as he stretched. You were so preoccupied that you didn’t notice Jason leaving until you heard the door locking and your eyes darted up to meet Dick’s gaze. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

“I wasn’t staring, I was admiring. Two completely different things.” A smile tugged at your lips as he crawled back into bed with you, his lips ghosting over yours. “Admiring hmm?”

You rolled over so you were looking down at him, “I’ve heard it’s rude not to admire beautiful things and you, Richard Grayson, are one of the most beautiful people in this world, no doubt about it.”

He laughed and you gave him a questioning look, “I’m sorry but two months ago, you were telling me that I was the ‘most insufferable person to plague the earth’ and now-” He trailed off and you reached over to brush the hair out of his eyes.

“And now?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “And now, you’re saying things that make it really hard for me to stop myself from falling in love with you.” He reached for your hand as he spoke, running his thumb over the back of your knuckles.

“You expect me to believe that my favourite boy wonder is scared of falling in love with me?” You asked in a teasing tone, not actually expecting him to respond.

“No, he’s actually terrified.” You paused, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, wondering if he could feel your heart racing. “What are you saying?”

He sat up, “I think I might be in love with you.”

You shifted so you were sitting in his lap, “Well the feeling might be mutual, Pretty Bird.”

His face scrunched up at the nickname, “Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

You shrugged and his hand came up to cup your cheek, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

Waddling into the kitchen, you transform into a monkey to climb up onto the counter. Your tail opens the pantry door and reaches for a packet of biscuits.

“What are you doing, Monkey?” Your brother’s voice gives you a fright.

You turn on the counter with your tail behind your back, trying to hide the biscuits. “(Y/N).” Gar says in a soft, stern voice. A small whine escapes from you as you look to your left, your head casted down and your lips being pouty.

Gar walks to you and uncurls your tail from the bag being a little tightened. “I’ll let you join us for movie night.” Your head perks up, a smile on your face.

Gar grabs a box of Cheez-It from the pantry and a bottle of juice from the fridge. “Your juice?” He nods, getting your preferred drink out of the fridge before shutting. 

He lets your tail wrap around it. He holds his arm out for you to grip onto with your free hand. Once your feet land on the ground, you trail behind your brother. 

As soon as you’re in the lounge, Rachel greets you, “Hey, Monkey.” You let loose your snacks to climb up her body. A arm of hers is rested under your butt, letting you sit on it. Your legs settle around her waist and an arm over her shoulder.

Gar picks up your snacks to put them on the table in front of the couch. You make grabby hands towards him, making him grab you out of Rachel’s hold. “Is he staying with us?” She asks.

“Yeah. I think he’s been having trouble staying asleep.”

The three of you sit on the couch to wait for Kory and Dick. In the little meantime, you transform back to normal and have some of Gar’s help to put some underwear on.

Kory walks in and smiles at you, you return it with a small wave.

Everyone starts to yell at Dick to hurry up. “Want to go get him?” Gar asks. “Yeah.” You nod. 

You quickly strip out of your underwear to transform into a grizzly bear cub. Waddling on your hind legs to Dick’s room, you manage to reach and open the door with your paws.

Dick turns around after slipping on a hoodie to see a small, green bear cub. “Hey, (Y/N). I’m guessing Gar’s letting you join us for movie night.” A small roar becomes his answer.

He picks you up on the way out. You start to do little roars as if you’re really talking to him.

“Okay, Monkey, change back.” Gar says as you and Dick enter the lounge. Letting you down, you waddle towards your brother, transforming back to normal and slipping your underwear back on.

Gar sits you on his lap as the movie is one of the Men in Black movies.