#hafsa grayson

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Dicktiger kids

Hafsa Grayson

Layla Grayson

Dana Grayson

Hasfa and Layla belongs to @cruisercrusher

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The beginning of fatherhood

by TimWaynetheLoser Dick is now the father of two beautiful girls along with his husband Rashid. And at first he thinks parenthood won't be too much for him with the help of his family and friends. But as times goes on he finds himself being challenged in ways he never thought would have to face in his life. Words: 1581, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The beginning of fatherhood Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Grayson (Comics), Robin (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Tiger King of Kandahar, Bruce Wayne, Hafsa Grayson(mentioned), Stephanie Brown, Layla Grayson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Tiger Additional Tags: Trans Dick Grayson, Pregnancy, post pregnancy, New Parents, Fatherhood via https://ift.tt/slfDhHY

[cruisercrusher]

It’s been over a year since I’ve seen Hafsa. Plz cae I need to know she’s okay 😭

OMG

PLS ACCEPT THIS LIL DOODLE UNTIL I CAN MAKE MORE CONTENT OF HER AGAIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

[possiblyelven]

If you're still awake and craving asks, would you write me a 3 sentence fic with the first ship that comes to mind (no cheating) with 'drying tears' as a prompt? But try thinking happy thoughts!

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Dick bounced the little bundle in his arms, shushing her gently. Slowly but surely, Hafsa began to calm, blinking large brown eyes at her adoptive father. Before he could claim victory, she was squirming in his arms, reaching pudgy little hands for the man currently leaning in the doorframe.

“Baba!” 

“Betrayal!” Dick gasped, but grinned as he carried the wriggling toddler over to Tiger, who accepted her graciously.

“Good taste,” he corrected, earning another grin from Dick.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The beginning of fatherhood

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/slfDhHY by TimWaynetheLoser Dick is now the father of two beautiful girls along with his husband Rashid. And at first he thinks parenthood won't be too much for him with the help of his family and friends. But as times goes on he finds himself being challenged in ways he never thought would have to face in his life. Words: 1581, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The beginning of fatherhood Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Grayson (Comics), Robin (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Tiger King of Kandahar, Bruce Wayne, Hafsa Grayson(mentioned), Stephanie Brown, Layla Grayson Relationships: Dick Grayson/Tiger Additional Tags: Trans Dick Grayson, Pregnancy, post pregnancy, New Parents, Fatherhood read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/slfDhHY

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I’ve actually never seen spy kids

(Found the old drawing in my sketchbook and decided to colour it) (you’ll probably have to click to see in better quality)

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@thottybrucewayne your wish is my command, darling

Tiger doesn’t say anything for the sake of politeness, but he has to wonder how Alfred Pennyworth manages the upkeep of Wayne Manor and its grounds all by himself. The garden is splendid, and the greenhouse, both things Tiger knows require manual labour to keep in shape. And, well… Alfred has to be getting rather old, by now. Dick once showed him a picture of himself and the butler when Dick was at least fifteen years younger than he is now, and the butler already looked quite old. In fact, he looked almost exactly as he does now…

Tiger decides not to think too hard about it.

He’s standing just outside the greenhouse that’s full of plants both for aesthetics and for consumption. Around him are rows of lilac trees in full bloom, and stone pathways weaving through a rose garden that ought to win awards interspersed with a bench or a few along them. Stretched beyond the rose garden is a lawn that seems to go on for miles, bordered with a long stretch of forest. It’s a hot summer evening, and he, Dick, and Hafsa are spending a long weekend visiting Dick’s family in the manor.

Some ways away, closer to the manor, Tiger can see Hafsa splashing around the pool with her favourite uncle (Damian, of course, Damian worked very hard and spent a lot of money to earn the position of favourite uncle) and Damian’s dogs. She’s grown so much over these last two and a half years, it makes Tiger’s heart hurt and he wishes she would stay a little baby forever.

At the moment, she’s lifting Damian up over her head and throwing him into the deep end of the pool with a shrieking laugh. It’s a comical sight, a tiny, pudgy five year lifting a fifteen-almost-sixteen year old, who has also grown astronomical amounts recently, into the air and throwing him. Alfred is sitting on a deck chair nearby, supervising them with Stephanie and Cassandra’s new baby in his lap.

The only thing that puzzles Tiger about the view is that Dick is nowhere in sight.

“Boo.”

Tiger is not startled in the least when a pair of arms wrap around his middle from behind. He’s spent too long around bats to be startled by much of anything of the sort anymore. Besides, thinking about Dick always seems to be a surefire way to summon him.

“What a coincidence that you wandered all the way out here.” Dick says, pulling Tiger backwards and into the greenhouse. “I’ve finally got it all set up.”

Inside the greenhouse is all lit up with string lights, attached along the roof and winding up and down vines and plants. Somewhere, concealed within the foliage, is a speaker playing an old Ella Fitzgerald song. It’s a gorgeous set up.

“Is this a fire hazard?”

That makes Dick laugh. “It might be, a little bit. Alfred doesn’t know I did this.”

“He’s going to find out.”

“Yeah, I know. And I’m going to be in so much trouble. But for now, let’s just be stupidly romantic.” Dick moves to be facing Tiger, letting his arms slip up around Tiger’s shoulders. Tiger’s hands naturally gravitate towards Dick’s hips, as they always do. He’s been putting his hands there for years, now, and it’s such a familiar thing. Not familiar like the weight of a gun in his hand is. This, everything he has with Dick, is something he’s actually proud of.

They start swaying in time to the music. It’s not really dancing, but Tiger supposes he might as well think of it as dancing. It’s slow-dancing. He remembers when Dick taught him to slow dance, after first having to explain to him what slow dancing is. It’s not really dancing. But that’s not really what it’s supposed to be.

Tiger enjoys slow dancing, even if it’s one of the many things he will never admit. This isn’t dancing, it’s an excuse to hold your lover close and look into their eyes and feel their love and the music wash over you like a warm Mediterranean wave, and Tiger really loves it. He really loves Dick.

“Happy anniversary, babe.” Dick moves in closer until he and Tiger are practically chest to chest. They continue to move in slow circles. The corners of Dick’s mouth are quirked up in a smile, a small, subdued smile that is so far from the bright grin he puts on for so many people. It’s a very soft, very real smile.

Even after all this time, Tiger almost can’t believe he’s able to make Dick smile like that.

Dick tilts his face up, and Tiger gets the hint. He goes from having his hands on Dick’s hips to wrapping his arms as much around his waist as he can, leans down, and kisses him.

Dick’s lips are always so soft. Tiger could kiss him forever. He never understood people who said kissing was magical until he kissed Dick for the first time. Dick would certainly tease him if he ever said such things out loud, and as much as Tiger knows Dick doesn’t mean it maliciously he still is much too prideful to subject himself to it willingly. But he thinks about these kinds of things often. Thinks about how much Dick Grayson has changed his life and him for the better without even realizing it.

That last bit was in his wedding vows. Three years ago, today.

He will have to stop kissing Dick eventually, but he really doesn’t want to. So he doesn’t, not yet. Tiger draws it out, cups Dick’s jaw and tilts his head to kiss him deeper. Dick is an enthusiastic participant, moving his lips against Tiger’s like he, too, could do this forever.

And Tiger knows he probably could. One time he asked Dick why he loves kissing so much, if it really feels that good to him, and Dick said it wasn’t about the physical sensation as it was the intimacy of the act that he really was drawn to.

At some point during the kiss they’d stopped moving, now just standing there in the beautifully lit greenhouse, old love songs still playing, wrapped up in each other.

Tiger hopes they can keep doing this for the rest of their lives. He hopes that the rest of their lives will be a long time.

Tiger never wanted to live a long life until he found Dick Grayson.

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~~~ Dicktiger week day 1- family ~~~

A little snippet of the fic I’m writing uwuwuwu I’m soft please validate me

(Click the images for better quality)

Dick was a light sleeper, always had been, always would be. The slightest sound was enough to have him awake in seconds. That night, or morning, rather, Dick found himself being woken up just past two by the sounds of rustling sheets. The bed dipped slightly, just slightly, and along his back, between him and Tiger, crawled Hafsa. The toddler didn’t speak, only burrowed deeply into the covers between the two men. Dick started to turn around, still half asleep, to cuddle the quietly sniffling girl, when, surprisingly, Tiger beat him to it.

Tiger didn’t seem to be awake. His eyes were closed still and his face was completely relaxed, something that almost never occurred when the man was conscious. Tiger reached out and pulled Hafsa gently towards him, tucking her head under his chin and curling around her protectively. From somewhere inside the burrito of Tiger’s arms Dick heard Hafsa sigh contentedly. Dick smiled. His heart fluttered as he watched Tiger’s sleeping face, so peaceful and content. It was a rare but welcome sight.

Before he could stop to think about what he was doing, Dick shifted closer to the pair, wanting in on those cuddles.

His wish was granted. As soon as he got close enough, close enough so he and Tiger were sharing the same pillow, Tiger dislodged an arm from around Hafsa to instead drape loosely over Dick’s waist.

Dick held his breath, waiting anxiously to see Tiger’s eyes snap open and angrily push him away, but it never happened. Instead the man’s breathing deepened further as he sank even more into the depths of his slumber. His hand rubbed casually up and down Dick’s back. Appreciating, soothing. Dick released the breath he had been holding, allowing himself to melt happily into the embrace.

It was so easy, tucked away in the dark recesses of the night like this, to pretend that this was real. That this was Dick’s family— him and Tiger, together, maybe even married, with their daughter snuggled happily between them. Exhaustion pulled at Dick’s eyelids and heartache pulled at his chest.

This wasn’t real, he had to remind himself as he started drifting back to sleep. He and Tiger weren’t together, and Hafsa wasn’t their daughter, and this little game of house they were all playing had a time limit.

But in that moment, it felt real, so Dick just let himself pretend.

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Ao3 link for that last fic

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I am of the belief that Tiger should have substantially more squish

Perfect for cuddles

[cruisercrusher]

Hey not to be like a broken record of a human or anything but Grayson #5 really u’s my wu’s

[cruisercrusher]

Okay so that new ask inspired me to go down Hafsa’s tag (i love everything about hafsa!!!) but a while back you wrote a oneshot about the *first time* Dick Grayson was shot in the head. I’m wondering if you remember where that happened cuz i really want to know but all google is showing is people reacting to Ric “yes this arc is OVER” Grayson. ty in advance!!!

I think it was while he was Batman? But I would have to double check the details on that

[cruisercrusher]

If I could have enough fandom influence that people accept one of my headcanons as canon or ‘fanon’ then I’d want it to be that the super strengthed baby from Grayson #5 is named Hafsa (because I love her)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

put your shoes on, we’re going now

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yZQgh1

by octoaliencowboy

Dick gets a phone call in the middle of the night that he was not ready for. His family is there to support him.

Words: 859, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Moments

Fandoms: DCU (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Tiger (DCU), Hafsa Grayson (mentioned), OFC, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned)

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Tiger

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, stroke, not any of the characters like present in the fic but, Un-Beta’d

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yZQgh1

[cruisercrusher]

Dicktiger, an old injury is acting up?

Do you ever think about the fact that this whole Ric Grayson cookie cutter amnesia plot line garbage is literally not the first time Dick has been shot in the fucking head?

The room is dark and silent, the blinds down, lights off, door closed. His pillow is soft, and warm now from where he has been lying on it for a good hour. Under any other circumstances these would be the ideal conditions to take a nap, but Dick’s head hurts so bad he really can’t appreciate any of it. Even just thinking makes his poor, battered brain screech in protest.

His head is pounding so badly it feels like rocks smashing his skull open from the inside out. It’s so all-encompassing that he struggles to breathe through it. Dick hasn’t moved at all since he woke up an hour ago. Hasn’t budged an inch. He thinks if he does, he might throw up.

A growing sliver of light interrupts the blissful darkness of the room as the bedroom door creaks open. The pitter patter sound of small feet on the wood floors tells of a certain someone approaching the bed.

“Good morning, papa.” Hafsa whispers from the edge of the mattress. Dick cracks one eye open and immediately regrets it when his vision swims and his headache spikes. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses the heel of his hand to his forehead, groaning.

“Hey, sweetie.” He mumbles into his pillow.

“Is today another bad brain day?” Hafsa asks.

“Yeah,” Dick groans again. Talking hurts, but it hurts more to move, so any nodding of the head is right out. He chances opening his eye again (just one, because one side of his face is still hidden in his pillow) to see his daughter’s concerned expression.

“I’ll go get baba.” The nine year old pats him on the shoulder and turns to leave the room, leaving the door open behind her. The light from the hallway, no longer obstructed by her shadow, hurts his eyes, and he closes them again.

Dick bites down a sigh. He hates it when this happens. It’s so stupid. Jason had the right idea, wearing a helmet. Dick should have been wearing a helmet this whole damn time. But he never did, and he never learned, and now he has to deal with shit like this.

Even more than that, he hates worrying Hafsa.

Less than a minute later the door creaks further open, and he hears two people moving around the room through the throbbing in his skull.

“Hey, papa,” Hafsa lightly shakes his shoulder. “This is for you. She’ll help you feel better.”

Dick opens his eyes again to see what Hafsa is offering him. She’s holding her favourite giraffe stuffie in her outstretched hands, eyes wide and earnest. He smiles and accepts it, tucking the worn toy under his chin, genuinely touched. “Thanks, sweetie.” He pats her on the head and she beams.

“Hafsa, why don’t you go play with your sister for a while? I’ll take care of papa.” Tiger says from the foot of the bed.

“Okay!” Hafsa bounds out of the room (suspiciously high and steps suspiciously far apart— she’s not allowed to fly in the house but that doesn’t stop her from trying) and closes the door behind herself, plunging the room back into darkness. Dick sighs. He holds the giraffe closer.

“Dick,” Tiger kneels into view, laying a large, warm hand on Dick’s back. On the side table, he sets down a bottle of painkillers and a tall glass of water. “Are you nauseous?”

Dick has to take a second to figure it out, concentrating on what’s happening with the rest of his body and not just the angry lumberjack in his brain. Eventually he mumbles, “yeah.”

“I assumed you would be. That’s why I brought a bucket.” Tiger holds up a medium sized bucket that they usually use for mopping that Dick didn’t notice before. “Can you sit up?”

“Don’ wanna…”

“Just for a minute. Just long enough to take some pills and drink some water, then you can lie back down again. I promise.”

“Mmh.”

“Here, I’ll help you. Just take deep breaths, and go slowly. The bucket is here if you need it.”

If he doesn’t comply then Tiger will just pull him upright himself, and Dick knows this, because Tiger is right, and he does need those pills and that water. So, slowly, like Tiger said, he pushes himself up onto his elbows and lifts himself away from the pillow. He doesn’t get much further than that by himself, but it’s okay, because that’s when Tiger puts one hand on his shoulder and one in his chest and carefully props him up so he’s sitting back in his heels.

When Dick sways, Tiger is there to steady him. The room spins, and Dick blinks against the sudden, violent protests his head is giving at being upright. After taking a minute to regain his senses, he holds his hand out for the painkillers. Tiger places two in his hand.

“One at a time,” Tiger reminds him. He places one on his tongue and, with Tiger’s help steadying the glass, manages to swallow it without too much trouble. He tries to do the same with the second one, but gags as it goes down. Quickly Tiger holds out the bucket and Dick hunches over it. He dry-heaves for a moment, but luckily nothing comes up and he doesn’t lose the painkillers he’d just taken.

Tiger runs soothing circles on his back as Dick reels, his sudden jarring motion causing his head to spin wildly again.

“Fuck, I hate this…” Dick whispers into the empty bucket.

“These episodes have been getting more frequent lately. You should think about seeing a doctor.” Tiger’s voice is deep, smooth and low, and in literally any other circumstances the sound would soothe Dick and fill him with a warm, fuzzy feeling, like so many other things that Tiger does, but right now all any sound does is grate painfully in his ears.

“I know. Fuck, I know, but I don’t wanna think about that now.”

“Fair.”

Tiger helps him lie back down on his front, because if he didn’t then Dick would have probably simply collapsed down onto the bed and given himself another damn concussion. Tiger has had a warm, damp cloth draped over his forearm this whole time, but Dick doesn’t register it until it’s placed on the back of his neck. Tiger’s fingers are gentle where he brushes Dick’s hair out of the way. Tiger is always so gentle with him, and even after all this time, it makes Dick’s heart flutter.

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Caecaecae............... Hafsa and Lian are best friends

Hm I think Lian might be a little too old (she’s like six right? And Hafsa is three) but I’m positive they would have a loving sibling or maybe cousin type of relationship