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under the lantern light (the wedding we never had).

dick x kory one shot. 3k words. finished. romance. open ending.

In the middle of a wedding dance floor, Kory Anders and Dick Grayson find themselves talking about their past—about what they once had, and what they might have had. For a brief moment, they allow themselves to imagine a different life. Just two people who seem to share a history, and perhaps the future they always wanted but never quite reached. Amid the music and celebration around them, they wonder what their own wedding might have looked like years ago. Only for a moment, they let themselves dwell on the possibility.

The grand reception hall still vibrated with the heavy bass of modern synthesizers—a sharp, electric rhythm woven through traditional string melodies. The newlyweds had agonized over every square inch of the venue, ensuring their respective cultures didn't just coexist, but collided beautifully. The air was a thick, sensory tapestry: the sharp, exotic warmth of sandalwood, the sweet cling of jasmine, and the savory, spiced aroma of a feast that had successfully bridged two different worlds.

It had been Dick Grayson’s idea to come. He knew the bride, and his invitation had carried the casual, polite permission to bring a plus-one. Of course, it had fallen to Kory. Despite the winding, complicated roads they had traveled, she was always his first choice. He’d mentally gone down the list of friends, but the inventory always stopped at her. When he asked, Kory’s emerald eyes had lit up, accepting without a second thought. She was entirely enchanted by the prospect of a human wedding, especially one that blended disparate cultures so seamlessly.

The venue was breathtaking—sprawling gardens overflowing with midnight blooms, twinkling fairy lights, and a massive, glass-like pool. The couple had handpicked this hotel, selecting a reception hall so cavernous it could easily shelter a small village.

Away from the main roar of the crowd, beneath a heavy archway of dripping wisteria, Dick and Kory moved in slow, measured steps. They were illuminated only by the warm, amber flicker of dozens of floating oil lamps. The main dance floor was congested, but here, the music softened into a low hum. A few other couples drifted nearby, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the night. Dick and Kory danced flush against one another, falling into that effortless, instinctual rhythm shared only by people who have mapped each other's bodies across a lifetime.

Their relationship was no longer what it used to be. Long ago, they had scrubbed away the blurry lines and established exactly what they were: fiercely protective friends. Companions who would implicitly show up for one another, bound by an unshakeable, shared history.

under the lantern light (the wedding we never had).

pd: im back.