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Dick Grayson x reader

summary: Dick and you share a quiet, intimate evening wrapped in his arms.

wc: 0.6k

A/N: a bit shorter because I'm way too tired to continue writing.

Dick was currently laying in bed, his phone still in hand, scheduling the next patrol while you were reading a book.

His one arm was draped around your hips, drawing slow absent minded circles beneath the shirt you were wearing (his to be specific).

Your head rested against his chest, raising and falling with each steady breath and you heard him yawn above you.

"Tired?" you murmured, not lifting your gaze from the page in front of you. The words blurred slightly as your focus shifted more towards him than the story.

"Only a bit. Just have to finish this, otherwise it might end up in a mess."

You tilted your head just enough to look at him, your expression doing the talking, one brow raised that says 'it might end up in a mess anyway'

He caught that look, a small knowing smile tugged at his lips, one brow lifting up in amusement. There was something fond in the way he looked at you. But be didnt argue. Instead his fingers continued the lazy path along your hip, that didn't seem to follow any real pattern.

Minutes passed like this, quiet, comfortable.

The only sounds in the room were the turning of your pages and the occasional tap of his thumbs against his phone.

Eventually, he put his phone down with a satisfied "done".

You only hummed in response.

Dick shifted beside you, adjusting himself, until he was properly settled into the bed, burrying his face into the curve of your neck immediately.

You felt and heard it immediately, the warmth of his breath and how he inhaled slowly.

"You smell like me and your shampoo", he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against your neck.

A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Obviously, I was showering earlier." you replied, your tone almost teasing.

"Still", he continued, his voice softer now "It's calming...falling asleep with you again. Not like the other times when I'm out on patrol." His nose brushed slightly along your neck.

"Don't get me wrong", he added, "I take patrol seriously...but sometimes falling asleep next to you, is very tempting."

"I know" you murmur and your fingers found his arm, the one wrapped around your hip, and began tracing slow, wandering patterns along his skin. Mirroring his own at your hip.

"Currently those moments are rare. A lot of crime is happening." you murmured.

"Yeah", he breathed "It's exhausting but also rewarding when we catch those people." he murmured.

There was a pause.

Then you felt it.

A soft press of his lips against your neck, just below your ear.

It wasn't rushed or demanding. Just...there.

His fingers tightened around your hip slightly, pulling you a bit closer as if there was still space left between you.

"Worth it, though,"

"The patrol or this?", you asked.

A faint smile tugged at his lips, eyes already half closed. "Both...but this..this keeps me going." His lips brush against your neck again.

Your chest tightened just slightly.

"That's a lot of pressure to put on me", you murmured, though there was no real protest.

He huffed slightly. "No pressure, just truth."

You put your book away.

"We should probably sleep soon. It's late. You are tired. "

He seemed to protest but yawned at the same time.

"True."

He breathed your scent in again.

"Good night, seep well"

"Sleep well"

His breath began to even out, each inhale deeper than the last.

The tension in his body, he maybe carried without realising, melted away.

'Something... More Private'

Hansry Week 2025

Day 1 - Touches, Looks

I've never done a full, Classical figure portrait before (or participated in a 'Fandom Week' or even just painted a Hansry piece) so thought I'd really put my new MaxPacks Oils brushes to use in Procreate (they are SO GOOD - thank you for the brushes rec and the general art inspo, @thistlearts ) and ended up with this, in which Hans and Henry have finally sought out Hans' desired "something more private". I've really tried to make it look a bit Romantic/a bit Classical/all longing looks and tender touches. I really enjoyed painting it and feel like I've learned a lot in recent months; both from actively working on this, and also learning from the swathes of AMAZING, INSPIRATIONAL, PROFESSIONAL GRADE MASTER ARTISTS across the fandom. Like, it is all so impressive. <3

Full disclosure, I'd originally started this in very early June (incredibly optimistically, given my track record) to finish and post within Pride Month and well, life and work got in the way and it just so happened that the piece fit in QUITE nicely with Day 1 of Hansry Week '25, so here it is!

PS: Real Ones will spot the two wee fandom easter eggs tucked away in here

Aching for touch