What More Could I Possibly Want? (Part 1) (Dick Grayson x Reader)
Dick Grayson Hogwarts AU (Part 1)
Prompt: we stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections
You giggled, gripping onto your father’s back as tight as possible as you whizzed across the sky on a broomstick. Everything seemed so small, almost as small as your little pinky finger, the one you used to make your promises to your mother.
Soon, a green field appeared beneath you speckled with little white circles like clouds in a green sky. Your father gracefully landed the broom in the field and you hopped off, straightening the skirt of your yellow dress like you had seen the lady do in the painting that hung above the fireplace.
Grabbing your father’s hand, you walked through a magnificent arch made up of all kinds of flowers. Your eyes held wonder as you took everything in. You never knew so many people existed!
“Papa, where’s Mommy?” you asked, tugging at the bottom of his coat. He smiled as he sat you down on one of the chairs and explained that she would be standing on the stage soon with the bride and the groom. You smiled, dimples already prominent in your cheeks. You were going to turn into a stunning woman one day, your father knew.
A rather large man, with a billowing black robe tapped on your father’s shoulders. You craned your head upwards and you were shocked to see he looked like one of the princes in your storybook.
“You look a lot like Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid,” you said as you stared at the man with a large smile. You plucked a flower that was growing next to you and gave it to him. The man shot you a small smile as he tucked the flower away in his robe.
Your father propped you up on his waist, kissing your forehead. “Darling, this is Papa’s friend from work, Bruce Wayne,” he said to you, “Bruce, this is my little ray of sunshine, (Y/N).”
“Hello Mr. Wayne,” you said, flashing the Prince-like man a large smile, “where is Ariel?”
Mr. Wayne chuckled. It was a beautiful sound, like waves crashing against a rock on a summer day.
“Well, I haven’t found her yet,” Mr. Wayne began, “but I do have someone else for you to meet.”
Your eyes widened. Maybe he would introduce to King Triton? Or Sebastian the Crab. But you were disappointed, when instead a pair of periwinkle blue eyes peeped out from behind Mr. Wayne’s robe. A scrawny boy, a finger shorter than you scrambled out.
“Hello, I’m Dick Grayson,” he said in a squawky voice, looking anywhere but towards you and your father.
You sat near your window, drawing shapes in the fog that covered it. The pitter patter of raindrops was the only sound that was heard as you created elaborate storylines on your window panes.
You spotted the top of the hot pink umbrella that your mother liked to carry moving through the driveway. You scurried down, almost tripping over your own feet as you rushed to the door.
You gave your mother a huge hug and pulled her into the living room as she struggled to balance the jute bags in her arms. You looked at her with wide, expectant eyes. Grinning, your mother took out the muggle candy you asked for. You squealed as you said thank you, clapping your hands in excitement.
Your mother placed her hand on your shoulder, silently urging you to calm down as she explained she had a surprise for you. Your grin practically stretched to your ears. She placed a heavy looking jute bag on the table in front of you and urged you to take a look.
Clumsy as you were, you toppled the large bag and its contents spilled onto the table. You froze, marveling the sight. On the table, were sprawled several books, all of different shapes and size, some blue, some yellow, some purple. It was your very own rainbow in the middle of the storm.
You hugged all the books to your chest, tears gleaming in your eyes. You loved books. You loved the fantasy and the adventure and the alternate universes that you so desperately wanted to be a part of.
A knock sounded at your door and your mother left to open it, leaving you in your trance as you eagerly read the synopsis of each and every book as fast as possible. You were so caught up in the book that you didn’t notice the blue-eyed devil enter the room.
You felt a sharp tug on your pigtails as Dick Grayson sat down, shooting you a bright, gap-toothed smile to you. You scowled at him, rubbing your head. You gave him a light shove.
“Don’t pull my pigtails Dickie,” you said, shooting him a glare.
“But isn’t that what boys do to the girls they like?” he asked, with an adorably confused expression.
“Who ever told you that?” you asked as you gave him an incredulous look.
“I heard some muggles talking about it on the train,” he said, cheek reddening as he looked away in embarrassment, “I’m sorry.”
“Dickie I know you like me,” you said pulling him into a hug, “you’re my best friend. I like you too. You don’t need to hit me to show that.”
He returned your hug, his heart fluttering in his chest, his cheeks turning red for a very different reason this time. You let go of him too soon for his liking as you pointed excitedly at the new books your mother had gotten you.
You pulled up a book and trotted over to the fireplace, Dick following closely behind. He decided to show off the new move he learned from his father the other day, a cartwheel, but it didn’t quite go as expected.
He stumbled over the end of the rug, effectively knocking over the bag of candy and dissolved into a mess of limbs and candy as a resounding thud erupted in the otherwise silent living room. You turned around abruptly, immediately dissolving into a fit of giggles as you saw your best friend twisted into a human pretzel.
“Stop laughing and help me up,” he pouted, trying to untangle himself from the straps of the bag. You couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked with his bottom lip jutting out. Managing to contain the peals of your laughter, you knelt next to him, hurriedly picking up the candy bars.
“Please don’t be such a clumsy dodo when we go to Hogwarts,” you teased, nudging his arm as you both sat side by side, reading Hogwarts: A History. Dick just waved you off, too engrossed in dreaming about your future. Your future with him.
P.S This is probably going to be a three part story because once I began I practically couldn’t stop writing this. I really want to make this a good story. How do you guys like it so far?
P.P.S THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE OVERWHELMING RESPONSE ON MY LAST FIC. I DID NOT EXPECT EVEN 1O NOTES LET ALONE 82?! THANK YOU SO MUCH.
