If you’re taking requests can I ask for a good ending version of the werewolf Dick Grayson fic? Maybe instead of Dick pouncing and killing the reader he’s instead hiding yin his room like a scared puppy and reader is trying to coax him out? Idk just something fluffy because there’s a sad lack of werewolf Dick Grayson fics and I need more please
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨… 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝?
𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽… you find dick grayson transformed by the full moon in his apartment, but he's.. crying?
pairing: werewolf! dick grayson x fem! reader
genre: romance, fluff, a little silly
warnings: no gore here, still a barista rip
a/n: here is the alt ending to this fic per request! i think this was silly and cute and i am glad there is a werewolf dick grayson audience out there. most of this is the same aside from the ending, so skip to then if you so desire :3
➺ previous
➺ vampire! jason todd
By the time the weekend came and went, Dick had all but proven himself to be every bit of the most perfect man you had originally suspected he would be.
The coming weeks resulted in a couple of more dates sprinkled here and there, a first kiss and an unintentional sleepover after a scary movie marathon, in which he remained the perfect gentleman.
That was just three days ago, and a month had gone by since that fateful night.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket some time ago, but you had only just now had time to check it since the morning rush had died down.
Hey love, not feeling the best. Don't think I'll make in tonight :(
I'll make it up to you I promise.
sent 6:47PM
Was is selfish of you to feel so disheartened? It's not like you wouldn't see him another day, the two of you had all but declared to everyone but yourselves you were officially dating.
Coffee was probably the last thing he would need if he was sick, he needed rest, not to come out in the cold and have caffeine to keep him up. But, perhaps the green tea blend with some honey might help soothe his throat.. But who's to say his throat even hurts? Surely it could help with a headache or something of the sort..
While you found various reasons to not go over to Dick's apartment with a hot tea in your hands, and found even more reasons as to why you should, you found yourself in front of his doorway regardless.
Oh no, why had you even come this way? It was clear he didn't want to see you, maybe he was contagious and didn't want to spread it to you. Shouldn't you have just asked him if it was okay for you to come over.
The quiet and empty hallway did nothing to ease your anxiety, rolling on the balls of your feet as your fist wavered in front of the door just below the old golden number of his apartment.
Just as you raised your hand to the door, finally having built up the courage to just hand him the damn cup of tea, a loud crash resounded from inside the apartment, shaking through the hallway and certainly stopping you in your place.
A pained groan resided soon after, following by subsequent smaller sounds of rustling and struggling.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, clearly startled by the incident as the possibilities swarmed your mind, worry growing more and more by the minute. What if he had fallen and really hurt himself? What if his sickness was worse than he'd let on? What if someone was inside and hurting him?
Without a moment to spare in the unreal scenario you had created within the confines of your mind, you finally knocked on the door, hand trembling as you called out into the dark.
"Dick? Are you there?"
All sounds of rustling quieted, as if a predator had stepped into a forest alive with the wild, like he was pretending he wasn't there.
You knocked once more.
"Dick, are you okay? I heard a crash."
Once again, silence.
Then, barely audible between the beating of your heart, pounding furiously in your ears, there was a quiet set of footsteps, slow and deliberate.
They grew closer and closer, until they were just loud enough for you to hear through the door clearly.
"[Y/N], please, leave."
Dick was heaving behind the door, voice breathless and strained as if he was in insurmountable pain, like something was really very wrong with him.
Your concern only grew, brows furrowing deeply atop your forehead as you stepped closer to the door.
"Dick, you sound like you need help. Please let me in."
Another groan came from behind the door, low, resounding once more through the hallways. It only spurred your determination more, your hand reaching out to the doorknob, ready to barge in if he insisted on keeping you out.
On the other side of the door Dick was sweating, beads dripping down his body as his muscles stretched and ached. The smell of you was basically filling his home, the pain in his bones being the only thing to ground him from opening the door and pouncing on you right in the hallway. You were too tempting, and he was soon to be too weak to resist.
"[Y/N], you're not safe here. Go."
He tried his best to sound stern, eyes rolling back and jaw slacking as a wave of pain rushed through his body, doubling over as he gasped for air. The pain came and went, rolling over his body like needles, breaking his bones over and over again.
His pain did more to steel you in your resolve than his pleas did, and you grasped the doorknob, the tea in your hand insignificant as you turned the brass and pushed open the door.
When the door softly hit the wall, bouncing towards you from the force, you stepped in to the apartment.
Dick was nowhere to be seen.
His bookshelf, once full of various comics and trinkets of his favorite kind, now laid heavily across the floor, pages peeking out from under the solid wood, stray legos strewn across the floor, glass shattered in chunks and tiny pieces alike. The coffee table, though old and rickety was much loved, now collapsed in on itself, splintered and irreparable.
White moonlight filtered in from the large window in his living room, providing the only light in the dark space, dancing along the wooden floor like a breeze amongst skin.
Closing the door behind you, you carefully stepped into the apartment.
"Dick?"
As far as you could see, there was no one inside. The kitchen remained untouched by whatever chaos had torn through like a tornado, the bathroom door wide open and empty inside.
The silence was disturbed only by your footsteps, occasionally accompanied by whichever debris you stepped stop on your way to the bedroom, the only remaining place Dick could be hiding.
It didn't make any sense, hadn't he been right behind the door just moments ago? Why would he flee so frantically from you?
Concern welled and bubbled in you like boiling water, though it did not provide any warmth in the cold darkness of Dick's apartment, almost a void with the lack of life. Normally, he at least had a fan running or a speaker softly playing whatever new artist he was listening to that week.
Your fingers trembled as the met the surface of the bedroom door, slowly pushing it open, eyes straining to see any sign of him.
"Dick, you're scaring me. What's going on?"
Fright seized your bones, crawled under your flesh, imbedded in your ear drums and clutched your organs tight in its grip. Once again, no response came, the air only filled with the uncomfortable silence that did not suit Dick at all.
A quiet sound, almost undetectable filtered through the static. Rustling, nails scraping lightly against the floor, uneven breathing.
Something about the animalistic nature of the noises were familiar, though it did not stop the trembling of your hands or the stuttering breath as you exhaled as you began to slowly tiptoe around the edge of the bed.
Just as you reached the far corner, a whine resounded in the room, gentle and low. Your brows furrowed, feeling yourself relax just slightly, perhaps stupidly.
You finally rounded the corner, a gasp cutting through the room as you caught sight of the source.
A beast, deformed or cursed, perhaps just born this way laid against the cold floor. What were once hands now exhibiting long curled claws, coarse hair covering every inch of skin, torn clothing doing little to hide the transformation.
Familiar deep blue eyes gazed at you from the darkness, hollow with shame and pain.
Without a moment to waste, you crept closer, dropping to your knees beside him.
Had he suffered this all alone? Did he have any family to help, any other person who had gone through this to guide him?
You recalled the anguished moans of pain from behind the door, feeling suddenly overcome with grief.
Dick's whole life had been like this, hiding, in pain, alone. He had hidden it from you, even though it might've been wishful thinking to believe he'd ever willingly tell you, because he was ashamed of what he had become.
Gently, you reached out and placed your hand atop his arm, swallowing thickly as he flinched under your touch.
"It's okay," you whispered, "I'm here now Dick. I will stay with you."
Tears came through, though you paid them no mind as you slowly eased into him, laying your head atop his shoulder, carassing his collarbone with your fingertips.
"I'll stay as long as you want."
As the night wore on, accompanied by the occasional pained whine from Dick and the shifting of his body, you ended up curled into his side, just as you had done the first time he had ever slept over.
Sure, there was more hair, which certainly came with more of a.. odor.. But he was Dick, and whatever afflicted him so did not change who he was.
Sleep had come in waves, sometimes you'd wake up not even knowing you'd fallen asleep, and sometimes you would awake like you were having a terrible nightmare. Each time you awoke, Dick was still by your side.
Morning came slowly, and though the sun had not yet come in the sky, the moon had gone to rest.
It was awful, horrifying, to hear the cracking of bones as Dick's body contorted once again, returning him to his much cleaner, though equally as exhausted human form.
Dark circles rested under his eyes, lips pale and dry, old t-shirt shredded to tatters.
His eyes met yours once more. They were overwhelming, so full and so eager to speak, gleaming like he was in a trance. They held all of his love for you, teeming with appreciation and gentleness.
"You stayed," he breathed, voice coarse and croaky.
A smile came to your lips, eyelids heavy with unrest and body like lead.
"Of course I did."
