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[xu-ren]

Of nausea and steamed egg

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dick Grayson x pregnant!reader / Nightwing x pregnant!reader

Wordcount: 800+

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“Come on, love, just take a bite,” Dick pleaded desperately, sounding close to tears.

You turned around, took one look at the bread with butter and sugar in his hand and automatically felt the nausea climb up your throat. The nausea had been your constant companion since early into your pregnancy, barely leaving you alone for long.  

“Just one bite, for me? Please?” Dick begged, and you chanced a look at him. The tears gathering at the corner of his eyes shatter your resolve and you gave an imperceptible nod. He immediately brightened, his sunshine grin replacing the tears in his eyes as he raised the bread to your lips.

Your lips lifted imperceptibly at his grin even as you fought against the nausea, nibbling gingerly at a corner of the bread. At his encouraging nod, you took larger bites, trying to get it over with before your nausea gets the best of you.

When you managed to finish the bread with minimal gagging, he pounced on you, smothering you with kisses and praises. You giggled at his sloppy opened mouth kisses only to gag as the nausea found its way out of your throat. You shoved him off of you, scrambling towards the bathroom as quickly as you could.

Dick followed you into the bathroom after he got over his shock of being shoved off of you and found you dry heaving into the toilet bowl. He stood over you and held your hair back one-handedly while his other hand rubbed your back worriedly, his hand warm and steady against your clammy skin. You heaved and heaved until you are exhausted but nothing left your mouth, not even bile and finally you slumped on the toilet bowl, your head resting on your arms.

Dick picked you up, cradling you against his chest with one arm while he flushed the toilet. You pressed your forehead against his chest, trying to fight the nausea and hoping that you wouldn’t throw up on him. Dick’s patient with you, but that might be too much, even for him.

He easily switched to cradling you with both arms, drawing a whine from you at the switch in position. After pressing a gentle kiss against your clammy forehead, he walked into your shared bedroom. He gently tucked you into bed before turning to leave, or he would have left, if you didn’t hold onto his hand as hard as you could.

“Hey,” he whispered gently as he stroked your hair, “I just need to check on dinner. I will be back soon.”

You gave his hand a squeeze before letting go. With a gentle kiss to your temple, he left you alone in the bedroom, curled up in bed hoping that it would help with your nausea. Somehow, it did help somewhat.  

With the nausea mostly gone, you realised how hungry you were. Your stomach was practically eating itself from hunger. Just as you got up from the bed, Dick appeared at the door of your bedroom.

“Darling, I’m hungry,” you told him as a greeting and stark relief splashed its way across his face.

“Just in time, dinner is ready,” Dick informed you with a gentle smile. He threw an arm over your shoulder, linking your hands together as the two of you walked towards the dinning room. It’s a tight squeeze through the door but so very worth it.

“What’s for dinner?” you asked, already anticipating the answer.

“Steamed egg,” he answered.

“With salted egg and century egg?”

“And minced pork and crabsticks,” Dick promised, remarkably patient for a man who had cooked and eaten the same thing for the past two weeks.

“As well as steamed bass with extra ginger,” he added, wrinkling his nose. He had never been a fan of ginger, but it did wonders for your nausea.

Dick helped you into your seat and plated your food for you, making sure that most of the ginger ended up on your plate. You suddenly laughed, remembering the first time he tried to surprise you with steamed egg for dinner, after hearing you mentioned that it was your comfort food. He had put one of each egg into the dish and the result was horrifyingly salty. You were half convinced that he was trying to murder you by giving you high cholesterol.

“What are you laughing about?” Dick asked amusedly as he sat down next to you, his hand automatically finding its way onto your thigh.

“Nothing, nothing,” you waved him off, only to be greeted with his narrowed eyes.

“The food looks great. Thank you,” you told him before pressing a kiss to his chin. “Love you,” you added when his eyes stayed narrowed.

“Love you too,” he replied with a sigh, eyes no longer narrowed. The both of you lapsed into silence, enjoying the food that Dick cooked.

[xu-ren]

Stargazing

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader

Wordcount: 700+

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After the mission, you had refused to leave, citing that you and Dick deserved a break. Besides, the stars were clear here, unlike at Gotham where light pollution had all but completely erased the stars from the sky. So here you were, siting at a meadow with Dick’s head on your lap and your left hand buried in his soft curls.

“That is Taurus, the Bull,” you stated softly, tracing the stars that make up Taurus’ horn until its feet.

“Nope, don’t see it,” huffed Dick after a minute, making you giggle.

“Here, darling, let me help,” you pressed a kiss to his furrowed brow before taking his wrist gently, guiding his finger to map out the stars that make up Taurus.

“How is that a bull? That’s just a Y?” he queries, looking at you with confusion swimming in his blue orbs.

“See, the top of the Y makes up the horns while the bottom of the Y makes up left hind leg of the bull,” you explained patiently.

“Nope, still don’t see it,” Dick huffed, pulling himself up only to flop back on your lap to further his point.

“Dramatic fool,” you muttered lowly, although you are sure that Dick can still hear you.

“Hey!” he said indignantly, proving you correct.

“Anyways……..,” you ploughed on determinedly, even as your lips twitched, “that’s Orion, the Hunter. His story is one of my favourite. He was the lover of Artemis, the Greek virgin goddess of the hunt and twin sister to Apollo, the Greek god of the sun. Apollo, jealous that his sister’s attention was split, challenged Artemis into shooting competition. He challenged her to shoot a specific spot, where from afar seemed like a rock, but was actually Orion’s head. Artemis shot and killed Orion and was overcame with grief. She put Orion into the stars, so that they may forever be together.”

“Hey, darling? I would totally immortalise you if you died,” he flirted, throwing in a wink and ruffling his hair for good measure.

“How about you just work on not shooting me, ya?” you shot back as your cheeks burned. Dick always had a way with words, seemingly pulling out words from thin air that made you blush.

“Works for me, bows aren’t my thing anyways,” he smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.

“And that’s Sagittarius, the Archer,” you shared, pointing out the next constellation, trying to move the conversation along before Dick got it into his mind to see how hard he could make you blush.  

“My zodiac,” Dick breathed, looking at you with soft eyes and now it was his cheeks that were pink.

“Your zodiac,” you agreed gently as you brushed some stray hairs from his forehead before pressing a kiss there. You took his wrist gently, guiding his finger to map out the stars that made up Sagittarius.

“That’s a teapot,” Dick stated, his eyes narrowed adorably, startling you into letting out peals of laughter, which Dick easily joined in, your sounds of joy mingling in the air.

“Should I call you teapot then?” you asked teasingly, waggling your eyebrows for good measure. You are sure the image is spoilt by the fact that your voice is still breathless from your earlier bout of laughter.

“Don’t you dare,” Dick warned even as his lips twitched, voice similarly breathless.

“Teapot!” you taunted just as Dick dug his fingers into your sides, tickling your sides in revenge.

“Stop, stop,” you squealed, trying to get away from his fingers.

“Not until you apologise,” he retorted, wearing a grin brighter than the all the stars above you.

You are stubborn but he is even more so therefore you admitted defeat in the end. You are sure that there are grass stains on your clothes and your hair is tangled beyond imagination by the time you admitted defeat though. Dick leaned down to press a searing kiss to your lips, stealing whatever air was left in your lungs after your laughing fit before maneuvering you so that you were lying on top of him, your head on his chest and his chin on the top of your head. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms and pressing a kiss to his chin. The both of you lied there, soaking in the comfortable silence and each other’s presence. 

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This honestly doesn’t work in real life because Sagittarius is a summer constellation while Orion is a winter constellation but I wrote this story cause I wanted to use the flirting line from Orion and Sagittarius is Dick’s zodiac according to his Young Justice birthday.