Night!! I was so surprised so see you post; it’s been ages since you’ve been active :(
I know, friend ❤️
I disappeared completely a couple of years back. I do still plan to return and finish up fics that I left alone. But, there’s also a lot of things that have kept me away from here and its life stuff, both good and exciting things as well as unfortunate events in my life as well.
I only really pop on here and there, check the robstar and dickkory tags for anything good and then click off.
I will come back to my precious fics at some point, I swear by it. I just can’t give you a timeframe 🫠
As one of the writers for Celestials: A Dickkory Charity zine, we are so grateful for their work! Please make sure to visit their social media profiles for more!
Note: I’m sorry in advance for this long post, but I’m on mobile and I can’t add the “read more break” on here. I’ll try to crop the photos in the next post if I can.
I’m taking time to make this post instead of working on damirae week because this is important, and I want you guys to be aware. Before I get into the receipts and the point of this post, I just want to say this.
How can you call yourself a Starfire fan, but are hateful and racists towards a black playing Starfire. Also how can you be a Starfire fan when you support people who are racist towards a black woman playing Starfire.
Now, how this was brought to my attention is a fellow mutual of mines tweeted a screenshot showing they were blocked by celestialkory.
Therefore, leading me to ask them why they were blocked, and here is what they told me.
This person has also been called out for editing Anna’s Starfire skin color as well.
Now time to get into reason why all of this started. Basically there’s cosplayer on Twitter who cosplayed Starfire. However, this cosplayer has been called out for liking tweets about people hating against Anna Diop for obvious reasons.
Here’s a better visual of the screenshots mentioned in the tweet above me.
Dick seems almost surprised as he heads over to her, leaning on thestone balustrade beside her. Beyond the terrace they stand on are the darkeninggardens of Wayne Manor. Kory laughs.
“You sound like were expecting complete and utter failure. Tears,shouting, possibly a death or two.”
Dick shrugs. “You never know how Bruce is going to react, and he’snotoriously hard to please. Also, you’re the first person I’ve ever actuallybrought home to meet the in-laws.”
“Does Roy not count?” she asks. Dick makes a face.
“Kinda but also not? He was sort of already known.” Dick shakes hishead. “I just… wanted this to go well.”
He takes Kory’s hand and squeezes it affectionately. Kory hums.
“You want to please him,” she says. She understands. Despite thedistance he’d placed between them, despite tearing off the Robin mantle andforging his own, she understands how Dick still longs for his approval; wantingto please one’s parents despite everything is a universal desire. He shakes hishead.
“No.” He pauses. “Well, yes, but not… that’s not the main thing.” Heturns to face her fully, and his eyes are bright when they meet hers. They’reso blue, the colour of the sea on this planet, and Kory always finds herself alittle breathless when he looks at her like she holds the answer to everyquestion. “I want him to like you. I… I want my family to get along withthe woman I love.”
Kory’s heart can’t help but soar at that. Whenever Dick is open andhonest about how he feels, about what he wants and desires and needs, it’s likeflying for the first time, every time. He’s come so far, she thinks, and she’sso proud. And, well… telling her of his love for her never ceases to be astounding.
“Also, well, Alfred adores you, so it doesn’t actually matter whetherBruce likes you or not,” he adds with a grin, and Kory giggles, shaking herhead. Dick chuckles, a sound which always leaves her heart warm and full. Hewinds his arm around her waist, steps closer, and she closes the distancebetween him, pressing against him, feeling a familiar longing deep inside herjust from this simple kiss. Dick does things to her in a way she’s never feltbefore.
A throat is cleared, and Dick hurriedly pulls away, his cheeks brightred and absolutely adorable. Kory has to stifle another giggle with her hand.
“I came to enquire as to whether Miss Koriand’r would like to stayhere tonight?” Alfred asks, standing at the doorway with raised eyebrows. Dicklooks at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Of course,” she says with her best and brightest smile. “Thank youvery much for the offer, Alfred.”
“Very good, Miss.” Alfred pauses. “I take it you will be sharingMaster Dick’s bedroom?” he says with a playful twitch of the lips.
“Alfred!” Dick splutters, and Kory bursts out laughing, burying herface in his shoulder as her own shake with mirth.
Part two in my tumblr valentines series goes to @nightglider124 - happy belated valentines day lovely! Thank you for your endless support + writing sweetness, your incredible fanfictions that never fail to make me grin like an idiot for 24+ hours, and your readiness to talk color-pop when it’s time for a new haul. You’re a wonderfully brilliant friend, and I’m so glad we had the chance to connect <3 You asked for this ages ago, and I’m sorry it took me so long to deliver but here it is: the sequel to seeing sights & pillow fights
Note: tumblr mobile’s shittiness is exceptionally shitty at the moment and I have no idea what this story will look like if you read it there :/ sorry.
sleepless nights & shiny lights
The nights felt longest when they were apart. Colder, lonelier, and more infinite than Dick had ever imagined they could be. He missed his wife and her sunny smile. He wanted to go home.
For the first time in three weeks, she slept soundly, knowing that when morning came, her husband would be snuggled in bed beside her. He always sought her heat, winding his arms around her middle and nuzzling the space between her breasts with ardor. His fingers would be tangled in the golden ends of her hair, curled up at the small of her back.
“I love you,” he’d whisper, dropping kisses that flared on her skin. She would stroke his hair gently and run her hands along his shoulders. Long, languid touches and the smell of his shampoo - her soft moans of appreciation would melt into quickened gasps as his movements became more precise. The best way to rise in the morning was with his mouth against her.
She had missed him. She had missed him so terribly with her whole being, aching and miserable and physically drained without him beside her. She wondered why his absence had taken such a heavy toll on her these last few weeks. It had never been quite so unmanageable in the past. He had left a few days after her last heat cycle - perhaps she was having difficulty adjusting to his absence after nearly a week of constant contact.
Tug.
And then there was that. A strange pull from inside her chest, like her energy, the very essence of X’hal itself, was seeking him.
Tug.
It seemed to happen whenever she yearned for him most. During their frequent facetime calls, when she crawled into bed or roused in the morning, and often when she moped on the couch, waiting for him to come home.
Tug.
It was an insistent, sharp little nudge. She had yet to understand why it was occurring or what it meant. She hoped Richard would help when he returned.
Tug, tug.
That one woke her up.
Tug, tug, tug.
She rubbed her eyes blearily and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. 2:36 AM blinked back at her.
Tug, tug, tug, tug.
There were footsteps on the stairs. Had she missed the quiet thud of the boom-tube in their basement? Her senses were usually far more acute - why were they dulled now?
Tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug.
Kory sat up and switched on the light, reaching for the t-shirt she had been snuggling. She drew it to her chest, just in case her home intruder wasn’t her husband.
Tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug -
The door flew open with a loud bang, revealing a tall man with dark circles under his eyes, and the biggest grin she had ever seen. Kory’s heart caught in her throat, her eyes growing wide with excitement.
“Richard,” she breathed, scrambling out of bed.
Her husband dropped his suitcase and opened his arms, catching her and immediately drawing her into a scorching kiss.
“I missed you, I missed you,” she chanted, tears pooling in her eyes when he pulled away.
Dick squeezed her waist gently and pressed his lips to her forehead, “I missed you too, Kor. I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”
“You are forgiven,” she murmured, her fingers curling around the collar of his jacket, “once you remove this and come to sleep with me.”
He gave her a wicked grin and straightened his shoulders.
“You could remove it for me.”
Tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug.
Kory blushed, smiling sweetly as she tore the jacket from his form. Dick yelped and looked at the tattered remains in dismay.
“Oops,” she giggled, floating out of his reach, “did I do that?”
He laughed - another sound she had sorely missed in his absence - and lunged, tackling her to the bed, his hand tickling her sides relentlessly while she thrashed between the sheets.
“Say you’re sorry, Kor.”
“I - will - not,” she replied defiantly, shrieking when his fingers danced along her ribcage.
Tug, tug, tug, tug, tug.
Dick stilled, ceasing his attack to study her curiously.
“Richard?”
He touched her cheek and sighed, pressing his forehead against hers.
“It’s nothing, babe, I just...felt something strange. And being with you, it’s like it’s filling me, y’know? Like we’re connected.”
She gripped his shoulders and tilted her head upwards, rubbing their noses together.
“I have been feeling it as well. Quite literally - it has been the strangest sensation as if something has been pulling me towards you.”
“Yeah?”
Kory nodded, a dreamy smile gracing her lips.
“I love you, Richard.”
“Love you too, beautiful.”
She watched him unbuckle his belt and fumble out of his jeans, stripping his t-shirt off and tossing it aside. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if they could give way to sleep any moment, and it was all because he was here. It wasn’t a dream. Richard was home.
Kory waited for him to get under the covers, his body quick to tangle with hers beneath their soft duvet. She leaned over and switched off the lamp, running her fingers through his hair while she made herself comfortable.
“Goodnight, beloved,” she whispered, and her heart fluttered when his voice, for the first time in weeks, answered back.
Tug, tug, tug.
Sleep came easily to Kory. It did not for Dick.
Tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug.
Not for lack of trying of course. His wife was snuggly and warm and, usually, the perfect sleeping partner. But there was something flashing brightly behind his tightly shut eyes, and he couldn’t figure out what the hell it was.
“Kor.”
“Mmmph.”
“‘ou using your phone right now?”
“Noooo.”
Tug.
“Turn off the light.”
“I did, Richard.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Mmmph.”
“Babe, I’m serious,” he said, blinking one eye open, “we’re both too tired for anyth - what the fuck.”
He shot up, tearing the covers away from her body.
“Kory, wake up.”
“Richard, I have not slept at all in three weeks, can this not wait for one night?”
“No, it can’t,” he said desperately, “this is too weird.”
She opened her eyes and sat up, shooting her husband a dirty look before following his line of sight to her stomach.
Which was, indeed, glowing. A lot. Bright, electric green waves of energy came off of her skin, sizzling in the air.
She gasped and clapped her hands to her mouth.
“Oh...oh, oh, oh, oh, Richard, we, I, it is - “ Kory waved her hands excitedly, unable to find the words.
Dick stared at her in confusion.
“Words, Kory, words.”
“Baby!” She burst, throwing herself on top of her husband, “I am pregnant, we are having a baby, Richard!”
“Holy shit,” Dick blurted out, a bright grin breaking across his tired face, “Oh my God, are you serious?”
“Like I have never been before,” she mumbled tearfully, burying her face in his chest, “my energy has not been calling to yours, our child has been calling for you. Tamaranean fetuses require a steady supply of energy from both the mother and the father, I cannot believe I did not see it sooner.”
“So that’s it then, right? We’re having a baby? I’m gonna be a dad?”
Kory giggled at the wonderstruck look on her husband’s face.
“We are having a baby, beloved,” she said happily, leaning up to kiss his jaw.
He folded her up into his embrace, his hand never leaving her glowing belly (which they had decided would be the first issue to discuss in the morning, provided they were actually able to fall asleep), stroking her skin until he had memorized the feel of her all over again. She laced their fingers together, heart so full she wondered if it could possibly burst.
Tug.
Their little family was growing. It was all she had ever asked for.
The nights were never long enough when they were together. Dick swears he could lie with her forever, just the two of them, touching and tasting and laughing until the rest of the world disappeared. He loves her, so much that he used to wonder if he would ever be able to love someone as much as he adored his wife.
