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Forbidden Frolic

Idea: A perfect one liner by the wonderful @diligentcranberry <3 girls a bloody genius Summary: Being hunted by Sebastian in the Forbidden Forest after giving him an insight to your desires… one catch though, you are wandless. Pairings: Sebastian x F! Insert (might change that to either she/her of MC, unsure atm. Let me know what you think) Warning: MINORS DNI !! 18+ Content, not for your eyes! Teasing, kissing, being chased, hunted, no plot just smut, edging, pred!seb, protective seb, one shot, everyone cums, except the dead guys, murder! Word Count: 7.6K A/N: This is the first ever smut I have written, any advice is appreciated. Thank you to @slytherizz for reading this before I posted it. It is also on Ao3, but thought I would also post my work on Tumblr as well. Different Strokes for Different Folks.

You and Sebastian had been spending time together in Hogsmeade, taking a well-deserved break from studying for your upcoming NEWT’s. You had been stuck in that Merlin forsaken library for weeks. The weather had finally been nice that day, walking through the streets, free of worry and stress. Visiting all your favourite shops together, Honeydukes was always necessary along with Tomes and Scrolls. You always adored perusing the books, trying to find your next fixation.

Both of you always enjoyed each other’s company, it felt natural. With everything that happened in your fifth year, you both had this unspoken understanding of each other. Never judging, never condemning, or never allowing the other to feel alone. Sebastian had truly become someone you trusted and cared for. More than cared for, over time you both had made each other aware of the attraction. Stealing kisses while studying, sneaking around the dungeons late at night together. You had never gone further then kissing, nor did you openly discuss your feelings for one another. He filled your dreams at night, always waking when you reached the peak. He made you frustrated, but you needed to know if he felt the same.

A trip to Hogsmeade was never complete without stopping into the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer or two. The atmosphere was the usual, chatter of the patrons, music playing in the background, the smell of butterbeer and fire whiskey filling the air and their senses. There is always something comforting and safe about being here, your reminded of your first time here. Sebastian brought you here after the troll attack, this is where he and Sirona protected you from Rookwood. A home away from home if you will. You were comfortable here, tonight maybe a bit too comfortable as you settled into your regular corner, butterbeers in hand. You needed a bit of confidence if you were going to approach the subject.

Sebastian sat beside you as he normally does, but this was different. He was closer than normal, his shoulder slumped into yours. He had never shown any type of affection in public before, it sent your mind into a tizzy. You watched him as he downed his drink, the refreshing noise that escaped his lips, the liquid catching on his chin, the little bits of foam on his upper lip. He was delicious and you have clearly had too much sun. You began sipping on your drink, partially to distract yourself and partially because if he was going to play that game, so were you. Your whole body felt warm, like it was on fire. Before you knew it you had downed your drink, wiping the foam from your lips, a heavy sigh leaving you.

Sebastian chuckled at your display, leaning into you more “Something wrong, love?”

You shock your head, grabbing Sirona’s attention for two more drinks. She nodded in your direction and sent two full butterbeer’s your way. Sebastian’s expression was curious, paying no mind to the boy pressed into you. You grab your drink and begin to drown your frustrations. Butterbeer is weak, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Just enough to boost your confidence.

The noise echoed through the Three Broomsticks as you slammed your tenth glass onto the wooden table, your sigh was heavier, breathier. “You sure nothing’s wrong, love?” His voice was irritating. “NO, noth-in wrong, love!” Your words were a little slurred, but you felt fine. You raise your hand to grab Sirona’s attention again, Sebastian pulls it back down, holding your hand beside him.

“I think that’s enough, love…” He lingered on that word, his stupid smug smirk pulling at the corners.

You snatched your hand from his, climbing over him to get out from the corner table, tripping on your feet as they got caught on the wooden bench. Sebastian chuckles at your feminine display and follows behind you, stopping to pay Sirona as you march your sorry self out of the pub.

“Wait up would you.” You could hear his feet chasing after you as you made it through Hogsmeade, through the archway and over the bridge.

“And why should I?” You were trying to protest but you really were not sounding convincing, the weak alcohol clouding your thoughts.

“Because something is clearly wrong, and I would like to know what I’ve done wrong this time.”

You were as quiet as a mouse, and about as small as one. You wanted to yell and scream about how frustrated you were with him, about how he made you feel inside and out. How dreams of him plagued the night, his hands caressing your body, his lips kissing all over, his… You felt the heat creep up your neck, you shook it off. You concluded that the alcohol was not helping.

He was a couple steps to you left, making sure to keep distance between you as you walked back to the castle. He was fiddling with his fingers; you could see him checking in on you every few feet. It was beginning to infuriate you.

“You want to know what’s wrong with me…” It erupted out of you, maybe the alcohol was helping, or maybe it was all too much.

“Yes, please, love.”

“That. That is what is wrong. You call me love, you have for years and yet all you do is steal kisses.”

“I thought you wanted me to kiss you?” His full attention was on you, eyebrow cocked in question.

“I did, I do. But I want more. I don’t just want to dream about it, Seb. I want you completely.”

He froze, you followed. His head cocked to the side like a puppy.

“You have dreams about me.”

“That’s the part you want to discuss.” You swore you had never met a more infuriating man in your life.

Talking a step towards you “Yes, love. I would very much like to discuss the dreams I am present in, what exactly do I do in them.”

“That’s not important. What is important that we get back to the castle. It is almost curfew.” You turned on your heels, trying to put more distance between. You were not about to be made a fool by Sebastian Sallow.

You got all put two steps before his hand was grabbing your wrist, spinning you back to face him. “Don’t be like that. Please tell me, I would really like to know.”

“I would prefer not to discuss my sex dreams with you, Sebastian!” Your hand flew to try and stop yourself, but it was too late. Shit, you really hadn’t meant to say that.

“Go on, love.” He was doing that on purpose, then you would match that. You have had enough of his little game.

“Fine.” You watched his expression shift from his usual playful demeanor to serious, eyes narrowed on you. He was listening intently.

“In my dreams, we are in the library, a broom closet, an empty classroom. Your hands like to roam, your lips like to explore. You suck and bite at my skin, My nails scratch at yours.” Every step Sebastian takes towards you, you step back. “You are always so eager to rip my clothes off, I take my time. Your fingers feel good inside me; your cock fits my hand like it was made for it.” His gaze darkened; you could hear the softest groan in his throat. “You throw me against a bookshelf, against a wall, bend me over a table and you fuck me till I can’t breathe, till I can’t walk, till I am no longer coherent.”

The cold stone of the archway to the Forbidden Forest was pressed into your back, the ridged stone that protruded would have pierced your skin if not for your shirt, you hissed at the pain. Sebastian’s hands gripping your shoulders, his fingertips felt like they were going to leave small bruises in their wake. It happened so quickly, you blinked, and he was there.

“You are a fucking tease, you know that right?” Sebastian’s voice was gravelly, it cut through your mind and buried itself deep.

“N…no.” you were trembling under his grasp. It was odd to hear him speak like that; to grip you to the point of pain. It was confusing, your mind was trying to catch up to the tone of his words. Was he serious, did it affect him that much.

“You sure, love.” His breath was scolding on you neck, he grazed his fingers along your skin as he withdrew his hold on you. “Because I would love nothing more than to completely unravel you in the most forbidden place known to wizardkind.”

It made you shiver, your knees buckling at the thoughts that now raced through your mind, he couldn’t be serious. Where did the Sebastian you knew go, the man who was always gentle with you, even when stealing moments together. This was different.

“Se..” Your voice caught in your throat, the slight of Sebastian undoing the first couple of buttons on his linen shirt. The freckles that ran across his chest and up his neck, he was like a dream you have had to many times. The realization hit you, the dream. You felt the heat run up your neck, hitting your cheeks. You just wanted to tease him the same way he was teasing you, you didn’t mean for it to go this far.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the slightly seductive tone in his voice.

“But, for making me wait… there will be a punishment. Understood, love?” His voice sent lightning through your entire body, it felt like your magic. Wild, untamed, and dark.

“Pu-Punishment?” Falling over the word, what could he mean by that, punishment for what… what did he mean by making him wait. You were the one confession about having dreams, fantasies about him. You had kissed multiple times in the last 2 years, but he always made sure it never went further. Had he wanted it to go further, he should have said something, done something.

You watch as Sebastian begins to crouch down in front of you, his hand on your ankles, running up the side of your calves, the back of your knees. A small whimper crept out; his touch was like fire on your skin. His left hand lingered on the back of your knee, gripping slightly. It made your breath hitch in your throat, the slightest moan escaping. His right hand ran under your woolen skirt, up your thigh. His thumb grazing the skin of your inner thigh, it was maddening. Your lips felt like they might begin to bleed it you bit down any harder.

“Yes, punishment.”

He pushes himself slowly back up, bringing his left hand to mimic his right. Both hands meet at your hips, thumbs pressing sharply in the gap between the end of your thigh and your hip bone. The feeling of the night air caressing your exposed skin, your skirt was gripped under Sebastian's hands. You felt your mind fading away, this was better than any dream you could have. Your behind was feeling the harsh stone being forced into the skin, The softest moan escaped as your front felt all of Sebastian’s arousal. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your hands around his neck, run your fingers threw his hair and let him take you completely. You didn’t care that you were still standing just off the main road that connected Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, you had waited long enough.

“It’s about time that the “Hero of Hogwarts” pays for making me wait this long, But I’ll be considerate first.” His smirk pulled at his lips.

“You’ll.. be considerate.” It was all but a breath coming out of your lungs. Your focus was fighting you, was it the alcohol… can’t be Butterbeer was weak, you had completely forgot what a light weight you were. Whatever it was, it was making you a little unsteady.

“Yes, love.” Eyebrow raised; smirk firmly placed. “I am going to give you a head start…”

“Head start?”

“Yes, but if I catch you, your punishment will be given.”

“Wha...”

Sebastian gestured to the entryway you were firmly pressed up against.

“You want me to run into the forbidden forest at night time.”

“Yes. However, one condition.” His right hand traveled back down your thigh; you heard a small familiar click of your wand holster that was strapped to your thigh. He withdrew his hands from your skin, letting out a small whimper at the loss of his touch, your skirt falling back to its wrongful place.

“This stays with me.” He held your wand in between his fingers, gently rolling it in place. Your breath protested at the presence of your wand in his hands. You would be defenseless in the forest, it was past curfew and yes you had cleared out most of the Poachers and Ashwinders, some still lurked though. Not to mention the natural predators that lived in the Forbidden Forest.

“No arguments!” He was demanding, you had never seen Sebastian like this. It was a sight you would very much like to get used too. Your expression must have been so easy to read. “Don’t worry. I would never let any harm come to you.” Under the demanding tone, there was reassurance. You knew that all too well, he had always protected you, always would protect you.

“Now that we have everything in order love, you have one thing left to do.” Rough, dark, and tempting. It hit that spot that had not stopped screaming since he opened his mouth.

You looked up at him, eyes wide barely focusing, mouth slightly parted, lips dry almost bruised, breath ridged, waiting…

“Run!” Sebastian’s eyes looked predatory as he watched your expression change from longing, confusion to realization. It was fear that settled, your mind pretested but your body knew better.

Clambering off the stone archway, you made a run for it into the forbidden forest. Your feet catching the wonky wooden bridge as you bolted, trying not to trip over. Your eyes trying to focus on the on the ground, the roots that had grown out from underneath and the loose rocks that were scattered throughout. You had been into the Forbidden Forest many times over the last three years, you knew where the paths lead too, what areas to avoid and what beasts roam where. But right now, your mind could only focus on one thing, running from Sebastian Sallow.

You weren’t sure how long you had been running, your chest ached from the short, harsh breaths that left your lungs. You needed to find somewhere to hide, to catch your breath, to rest your legs. You came to a fork in the dirt path, warning signs pointing in both directions. Familiar, you had been here before, mind racing trying to pinpoint… Jackdaw. You gave it your all, sprinting to your right down the path that you knew. Sebastian didn’t know about Jackdaw; he wouldn’t find you there.

At least this path had some light emanating from the little oil lanterns that were scattered around. You followed your memory, leading you to the small lake off to the left you took a quick rest, you really needed to catch your breath. You could hear all sorts of noises that were reserved for night in the forest, the wind in the trees above sounding like muffled screams, the howl of a wolf or mongrel close enough to hear but not see, the croak of dugbogs in the nearby swamp. Your hair stood on end, gooseflesh rising on your skin. The fear mixed with adrenaline was a combination you have felt before. This dizzying feeling was new, this was combined with the ache that had settled in your core, it was a tingling sensation that was uncomfortable. It needed to be scratched.

Crack.

The sound of small bits of tree breaking underfoot made your heart race, your eyes darting around to find nothing. It was time to move again, your legs moved quicker this time. The noise was enough to give you motivation, you didn’t know what punishment Sebastian had planned for you, but you weren’t about to find out this quickly. A part of you was excited though, the idea of being caught by Sebastian was enough to make the wetness in between your legs uncomfortable as you ran through the forest.

As you rounded the small cliff sides, a tiny light was emanating from between the trees in front of you. Making your way to hide among the trees, you needed to know of the potential threat, was it poachers or ashwinders or some idiot with a death wish deciding it was a good idea to go camping in the forest.

Your eyes scanned the encampment, cages littered the area, but they were empty. Good. But these were definitely poachers, you instinctively reach for your wand through the fake pocket you had created in your skirt for easy access to your wand holster. An annoyed sigh left your lips. Right, no wand. She was going to punish Sebastian herself for that one. If they were to see her, she would be as good as dead. Quietly looking around for somewhere to hide, a rocky opening in the cliff side was your safest option. As you get closer it looks like a cave opening, keeping your eyes on the poachers across the way, you back in letting the darkness eclipse you.

You closely watch the poachers, their movements to see if they plan to leave the encampment. They seem to be pretty set for the night, no sign of moving on or going on their own hunt, a similar hunt you were currently involved in. You wondered where Sebastian could be, was he still chasing you, had he given up, had he gone in the wrong direction. You hadn’t seen him since you entered the forest, your mind started to race. Was this a cruel joke for his amusement. You couldn’t shake the feeling of humiliation that snuck its way in. Sebastian would never, you forced it out of your head with a violent shake.

It was forceful, tight, warm. A hand covered your mouth, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against something, someone. When did someone get behind you, had they been waiting for someone to come past, how did you not notice them. You needed to get away, thankfully you were a quick thinker, and thankfully the butterbeer had finally begun to wear off. You maneuvered your mouth, allowing one of their fingers to slip into your mouth. You bit down as hard as you could, hoping this would get them to loosen their grip.

The hand flew from your mouth, trying to shake the pain off. You could see a little bit of blood where you pierced the skin. “Fuck!” nothing but a growl, one you were familiar with. You tilted your head to the back to make sure. “Seb…” His hand that was wrapped around your waist whipped you around to face him, his bitten hand gripped your throat. The familiar feel of sharp stone and rocks pressed into your back as he forced you against the wall, your knees buckling at the pressure.

“Did you have to bite me.” Sebastian loomed over you, half-lidded gaze flicking between your eyes and lips. Just a little instinct made your lips part ever so slightly, your tongue wetting the smallest area as your eyes watched his. Something about him like this made you weak, made your core ache.

“I thought…” You could barely get the words out with the grip Sebastian had around your throat.

“I know who you thought I was, did you forget about me already?” He voice was almost playful, his eyebrow raised at the question.

You shock your head, you hadn’t stopped thinking of him. Just glad he didn’t leave you here, wandless. You relaxed a bit in Sebastian’s grip. That seemed to confuse him.

“I think you are forgetting, love. I caught you.” Forcing out a whimper from you with his hand. Leaning his face closer to yours, his warm breath on your cheeks. You didn’t forget, entirely. Your heart raced at the idea of Sebastian doing whatever he wanted to you, in such a place.

Your eyes darted to the entrance of this small cave, now that your eyes have adjusted you could make out where you were. You could see Sebastian a little clearer, he looked smug, satisfied even.

“Don’t worry about them. All you must do is be quiet” Sebastian’s free hand ran down the side of your waist, gripping you firmly against the stone wall. Before you could protest his lips were on yours, kissing you like it was the last thing he ever did. His tongue slipped past your parted lips, needing to explore your mouth, his mouth capturing the small needy moans you were producing. He tasted sweet, a combination of the lollies from Honeydukes and the Butterbeers from Three Broomsticks. The hand around your throat tilted your head back further so he could have full access for his tongue to slip in completely. Rolling it over yours, grazing the roof of your mouth, your teeth, it was desperate, and you were gone.

Your hands needed to find homes, desperately. One grabbing the forearm of the hand firmly wrapped around your throat, your nails digging into his freckled skin. Hissing The other hand pressed between your bodies, splayed out on his chest. The heat was intoxicating, your hand chased the warm Sebastian’s body was giving, sliding up his chest, around his neck, tangling your fingers in his soft brown hair. He needed to be closer to you, you needed him closer.

The hand that had been on your waist had traveled further down to your thigh, now hiking up your skirt, gathering it between his index and thumb. His free fingers caressed the soft skin of your upper thigh where your drawers meet before sinking his nails into the tender flesh. His lips breaking from yours, A soft mewl escaped into the air between you. He moved your head, so your gaze is locked with his, through half-lidded eyes you see Sebastian’s devilish charming grin, his eyes felt sinister, greedy.

“Kissing you has always left me wanting… more.” The hand around your throat fell to his side, air rushed into your lungs, it made your head spin. “Today, after such a marvelous confession, I’ll be taking it all.” His warm breath clung to your neck, you didn’t have time to right yourself before you felt his fingers graze up your thigh and settle on the wetness that had leaked out. A hum of delight at the slick filled your ear, his fingers lazily moving the damp fabric over your clit. Stifling the moan that was building with your palm, you bit down on the soft part where your thumb connected. Anything to not alert the danger that stood a couple hundred feet from you.

“Seb- please, not here.” Breathy, muffled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp on your thigh.

His middle finger picked up the pace, tantalizing circles over your sensitive clit. The thin fabric in-between was suffocating, you wanted skin. But not here, anything but, his finger pulled back. Oh he listened, he understood the danger looming.

You felt a small tug just above the dampness, the string holding them up falling loose. Your drawers pulled down your legs, Sebastian moving down with them. Your skirt falling to its wrongful place once again, you whimpered in protest, your body wasn’t worried about the danger that your mind was, it just wanted Sebastian.

Your fingers still tangled amongst his hair, you watched him step your feet out of your drawers, slipping them into the pocket of his trousers. “You get these back when we are finished, understood?” All you could muster was a quick gulp and a small nod. Sebastian was playing dirty, he didn’t listen at all to your plea.

Sebastian didn’t hesitate, this time his thumb connected between your folds and ran up to your clit setting in with an unrelenting tempo, his fingers sprawled across your abdomen, pushing you into the stone wall harder. A needy moan softly echoing in this small space, you needed more, needed all of him. “Fuu-ck, you are soaked.” Looking up at you through hungry eyes, licking his lips, the tell-tale sign of the smug grin he wore when he was winning. It drove you mad, the fingers that were interlocked with his hair, gripped tighter. Sebastian let out a wince, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips. “Gentle, love. I am only beginning.”

It sent lightning through your entire body when his tongue began lapping at your core, a disgruntled moan vibrating off your skin. Your balance shifted when Sebastian pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, resting his hand on the soft skin of your thigh. Your other hand flew to his hair to keep yourself up right. “That’s better. I want to taste you properly.” His tongue back between your folds, darting around, tasting your arousal. Small praises were being etched into your skin. “Seb- fuck“ A breathy moan lingered, your finger nails digging into his scalp. “please…” Your hips grind against his tongue, the hand on your thigh moved to your hip, forcing you back into the stone wall. His tongue circling your clit, your hands pulling him closer, chasing the friction. His lips sucking at you, his tongue curling around the small nub. His pleasing hum vibrating against you made bite your already sore lip harder than before, you could feel your release approaching. Through the bite all you could muster was a needy “more…”

Pulling his head away “patience is a virtue, love.” Your body protested the absence, softly thrusting your hips. He smirked at your obvious display. You could see your slick along with lips, dripping down his chin. This was punishment enough; he didn’t have to add to it by nipping at the soft flesh of your upper thigh. Sucking little bruises into your skin, his tongue grazing over the sensitive marks to sooth them. A small whimper leaving your lips.

Your leg fell back to the floor as Sebastian stood back up, hand still holding your hip firmly in place. Your hands let go of his hair, moving to his belt, pulling him into you. Your hands fumbled with the buckle on the belt, Sebastian pulled your hands away. “Not yet. Few more things to take care of first.” Tilting his head down towards you, one hand wrapping back around your throat. He pulled you into his lips, crashing together feverishly. The taste of your own arousal filling your senses, it was addicting to taste yourself mixed with his own sweetness.

The hand holding your hip in place shifted, gasping at the sudden intrusion of fingers inside, two to be precise. His movements were deliberate, hitting that itch just inside your core. Your moans had become desperate, unable to stifle them much longer. You pawed at Sebastian’s linen shirt, you managed to undo one more button on his shirt, slipping your hands inside. Running your nails over his warm freckle-smattered skin, smalls dark chest hairs tickled under your fingertips. He groaned into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. His fingers stretching you open, rubbing that spot you have trouble reaching yourself. His fingers are rougher than yours, thicker. His palm was resting on your clit, keen mewls follow with every thrust, you could feel that sensation again.

Your head fell back onto the stone wall “Fu—ck, Seb… yes, yes…”

You winced at the emptiness you felt as Sebastian retracted his fingers. You watched as he brought them up to his lips and sucked them clean. “You taste fucking divine, love. It’s a shame really.” He sounded pleased with himself, proud even.

“Sh-shame?” Catching your breath, watching him take a step back. Your skirt doing the one thing you hate.

“Yes. That was just the beginning of your punishment.” He stood across from you, arms folded, shirt still unbuttoned. You could see it more clearly now, his collarbones poking out from where the linen shirt sat open. You watched his chest rise and fall as he also seemed to be catching his breath. “The chase is still on, just this time.” His eyes darting to your skirt, eyebrows quirked. “Missing a vital layer.” His tongue ran over his top lip, it made your knees buckle again. Hands clambering to support you on the wall.

“Please, Seb. I can’t, no more.” Pleading with him, you were ready to give him everything. All he had to say was yes.

“You can, and you will.” His voice demanding, his gaze lazily roaming over you, you were sure you looked a mess. He seemed pleased with himself; the smug smirk plastered on his face again. If you didn’t need him, you would slap that smirk right off his face for toying with you. Punishment, you had also waited just as long if not longer than he had. Why were you the only one being punished, a sigh left your lips as you pushed off the wall. This was a bad idea, but two can play this game.

“Yes, Sallow.” A teasing tone, you meandered over to him. His head cocked to the side at the change in name and tone.

“But before I make my way back into the night.” You closed the distance between Sebastian and yourself. Your hand reaching for his belt again, watching his hands jolt in your direction. “tch tch, watch those hands Sallow.” Your voice matched his demand. Unclasping his belt, undoing it ever so slightly. You pop the buttons to give you access. Running your hand down into his trousers, finding his hard cock, “F-uck!” Sebastian letting out a hiss at the intrusion. You wrap your hand around, softly gripping. You let out a small moan at the thickness. You run your thumb over the tip in small circular motions, leaking, sticky. Sebastian’s hips jerk slightly, his cock moving in your hand, you begin to slowly slide up and down, enough to coax those sinful noises you did not know he could make.

“Patience is a virtue, love.” Mocking, stroking the flame. If he wanted torment, you were happy to oblige. Sebastian’s hands grip your shoulders, half to hold himself up and the other half to pull you away. Your hand retracted from his cock, bringing your thumb to your lips. You ran it down the length of your tongue, closing your lips around it and sucking it clean. Sebastian tasted fucking delicious, salty, a little bitter but perfect. You mimicked his smug smirk, his half-lidded eyes were dark, serious. Your heart hammered in your chest, the feeling from before was back. Tantalizing fear.

“Fucking Run!” This time it was a growl.

Your feet had never moved quicker, quicker than the first time. They caught on each other as you stumbled out of the cave, your hands giving traction on the dirt ground. You swear you heard him snicker at you. You didn’t care, you needed to run, you had never seen Sebastian that frustrated, it was enough to motivate your legs to move. Kicking up the loose dirt as your feet finally hit the ground properly, you didn’t care if the poachers were alerted. You were sure Sebastian would make quick work of them, in his current state. Glancing to the encampment as you ran past, it seemed they might have turned in for the evening.

The night air was colder than you remember, it felt like it was cutting through your warm skin as it whipped past your rushing body. It nipped at the wet core between your legs, muffled curses falling from your lips, taking Sebastian’s name in vain. Your breath was ragged already, you hadn’t been running for long, and your legs were already beginning to protest. They still felt the ache in between them, the denied release lingering as your thighs brushed together as you sprinted from the cave.

Throwing out the idea of hiding near Jackdaw’s Tomb, you head in the opposite direction. Approaching a junction you weren’t familiar on, you have to slow down, one to catch your breath and two to listen for dangers. The night-time noises fill your senses, the owls above with their drawn-out ‘whoo’s’, the branches rustling in the trees that surround you, and the mongrels howling at the moon. It was coming from your left, which was all you needed to turn your attention to the right.

The path was lined with dense trees and plants alike, you could see moonstone growing from the cliff side on your right, giving you the smallest bit of light from its glow. The path winding down further into the forest, you were certainly in the middle of the Forbidden Forest by this point. Your legs kept moving in a direction you had no idea where it would take you, but as long as it was away from Sebastian you would be… safe. It made you chuckle to yourself, safe. He was the safest place for you, the one you trusted with your life. You weren’t running because you didn’t feel safe, you were running because deep down the feeling of being hunted made your entire body ache. That tiny little voice in the back of your head was screaming in anticipation.

Thankfully, the momentum of the downward slope helped you move quicker down the path, not thankful about the tree you almost crash into when you reach the bottom. The path opened into a small lake; fireflies danced over the shimmer blue water. Large rocks scattered around the area, you prop yourself on one to catch your breath and to check on your hands that you had to use to stop yourself from the tree. They were a bit red and grazed, you would live. Watching through the trees as best as you could to see if Sebastian was following you, you couldn’t see all too well, but you also couldn’t hear any footsteps. Believing you are safe for now; you crouch down to wash the dirt off your hands. The water was cool on your skin, soothing the sore area on your palms.

You don’t know how long you had been watching the fireflies dance, the dragonflies that would just graze the water enough for it to ripple. Your arms resting on your knees, your fingertips playing with the water near your feet. It was peaceful, quiet, it made you almost forget about the looming danger. Your ears perked up at the rustle of nearby leaves, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Your heart pounding in your chest, blood rushing to your ears. You felt the tension in the air, you slowly lifted yourself up, turning to face the noise.

“Hello, sweetheart.” A stocky man, dressed in simple attire. Stubble on his chin, horrid smirk creeping up his lips.

“What do we have here, a wee little thing aren’t ya.” A gangly man, sort of weaselly looking. Long dark trench coat, fingers twitching at his wand.

No words left your slightly parted lips, your eyes scanning as far as they can see, hoping to see Sebastian. Your body trembled with real fear, you were wandless, defenseless, and alone. You wanted to scream, cry out for him but you couldn’t, your body and mind protested at the idea. You were completely frozen.

The stockier man took a few steps towards you. Looking back at the skinnier man, chuckling amongst themselves “She looks scared, doesn’t she.”

“It’s alright lass, we won’t hurt you… much.” The skinnier man had the most disgusting, sinister grin you had ever seen. Your mind racing, it reminded you of Rookwood’s grin before you took his life. A knot grew in the pit of your stomach, you needed to get away.

The skinnier man was in front of you before you could run, had he read your thoughts or was it just obvious that you wanted to run. His fingers gripping your chin, trying to pull away. The stockier man crept up behind you, hands grasping at your shoulders. It made you want to shed your skin; you were unable to break free. The fear of being completely defenseless was overbearing.

Your eyes instinctively shut as the skinnier man’s face closed in on you, the smell of stale cigarette smoke lingered on his breath. It made you physically ill, your breathing becoming shallow.

“Come on, lassie… let me see those pretty ey….” His voice disappeared into the wind, the feeling of fingers gripping your chin… gone. Your eyes slowly peaked open; the gangly man had vanished entirely.

“ERNIE!” The stocky man behind screaming in your ear, his friend was gone. His grip on your shoulders tightened, as both your gazes fell to the figure standing across the way. Wand pointed at the stockier man, his expression was dark, calculated, and ominous.

“Let.. Her.. Go!” Sebastian’s voice was like thunder, a threat of a storm approaching.

“Back away… or… your sweet little thing gets hurt.” The stocky man’s voice was shaky, unsure of itself. You could feel the hand that still gripped you was shaking; he had seen what Sebastian did to his friend. It must have been a sight; you kept your eyes focused on Sebastian. You didn’t want to miss it this time. The other hand held his wand, which was now pressed into your throat. You hissed at the sensation of it dragging across your skin.

“You alright?” Still thunderous but collected this time. All you could give was a small nod. “Good, I’ll make this quick. Just need you about 2 feet to the left though.” His devilish smug smirk pulling at his lips.

His grip was tighter, pulling you in close to his body, the feeling of his wand digging into your skin. You needed to get away, you could feel your magic screaming to get out. Your fingertips felt electric, coursing through your veins. It was demanding to be set free, you had never released your magic without a wand before. Clasping your hand, fingernails digging into your palm.

Bright white flashes of lightning screeching from above, hitting the ground that surrounded you. The stocky man’s grip loosened, and you were able to get free. Clambering away towards Sebastian, you watched his body shift, feet planted firmly on the ground, a wand movement you had not seen before, no incantation. A bright white light matching yours that still filled the opening shot across the clearing. You watched as it hit the stocky man in the chest… and he was gone, dust. Your head cocked in disbelief, eyes shifting back to Sebastian.

“Are they… dead?” Confused on the spell used, where did Sebastian learn to do that.

“What do you think, love. They touched you, of course they are dead.” It felt like the electricity from your magic rushed to your core. Sebastian would never allow anything to happen to you, ever again. Your teeth biting into your bottom lip, taking in the man walking towards you. “Seb-astian, what was that?” curiosity, maybe he could teach you. “Later. More pressing matter at hand.”

You took several steps back as he approached, backing into one of the larger rocks in this clearing. Sebastian closed the distance, looking for any signs of harm. You gave him a reassuring tender smile, you were okay, now. His hands clasping your cheeks, his lips were tender, kinder than before. This kiss felt like every stolen kiss you two had shared over the years, the secrets you hid in dark corners of the library, in empty classrooms in the dungeons, or the meadows surrounding the highlands.

“You are mine and I am yours, from now until the day we die.” It sounded like a demand, one that you would happily follow to the end of the earth.

“Yes” breathless, heart pounding against your rib cage.

His lips crashing back into yours violently, hands clasping your face, pulling you into his mouth. His tongue breaks apart your lips, slipping in and tangling with your own. Soft moans being captured, hot breath burning your lips. Your mind was racing, legs shaking, back pressed hard into the large rock behind you. You mumbled his name through a break in your lips. Your hands roamed over his linen shirt, pulling at the buttons, Sebastian’s shirt feel open. Your hands pushed underneath the material, running them over his broad chest, your fingernails tangled in his scattered chestnut chest hair.

Sebastian breaks from the kiss, moving his lips across your jaw, nibbling at your skin. “I had more planned.” His teeth graze your earlobe. “I was going to sneak up behind you.” His lips on your neck, sucking little bruises into your flesh. “Seb…” Your hands trailed down his chest, nails dragging along his skin. “Wrap my hand around your throat, you seemed to like that.” He purred into your skin, his fingers making quick work of your shirt buttons, pulling it off your shoulders. Your hands found his belt done up again, your fingers fumbled as you unclasped the buckle. His humming vibrated through your skin as his teeth sunk into the skin at the base of you neck, tongue lapping at the flesh that was beginning to bruise. A needy mewl filling the air as your head fell back against the rock, hands pulling at his trousers to loosen them. “No patience, love.” Another needy mewl answering for you. “Good, me neither.” Sebastian’s voice was a low, rough hum.

A small shriek pierced the air, Sebastian pulled your legs up to rest on his hips, his hands supporting your backside by your thighs. Skirt pushed in between your bodies, your hand slipping down to free Sebastian’s cock from its restraint. Your neck being nipped at as he adjusts his hips to line with your soaking core. Grinding his hips against the wetness between your legs, the tip pressing between your folds. Your body reacts to the intrusion, moaning in delight at Sebastian’s throbbing cock stretching you open. Fingers gripping into his biceps to sturdy yourself, he lowers you slowly until he is completely engulfed by you.

“Hol-y Shit, Love.” Growling at the tightness wrapped around him, letting you adjust to him. “Your cunt… feels f-fucking divine.”

Sebastian’s movements felt deliberate, deep penetrating thrusts that hit the deepest parts of you. Every thrust invited needier moans. “Seb… please… more…” You could feel the tears streaking your cheeks with every twitch of his cock. His hip bones hitting against your thighs, his hands slid to grab the back of your knees, pulling your legs closer to his chest, your back fully digging into the rock.

His cock plunged into you, again and again and again, deeper with each retreat. Little praises, ragged grunting and breathing filled the space between you two. Your hands shifting to grab hold of his neck, pulling him in hungrily. Pulling his bottom lip in-between yours, biting softly at him. A hand ran into his untamed hair, gripping it between your fingers. Small winces caught between your lips. Sebastian pressed his body further into you, his pace was frustrating. “Fuck, love.” You could feel his breath against your lips. “I want to feel you come undone on my cock.”

“Yes, Se-bastian… Ple-please… you feel so…good… I need to come.” Begging for the release you have already been denied. His hips tilted back slightly, giving him just enough space to completely penetrate your dripping wet cunt. Back arching, thighs squeezing shut, your walls contracted around his cock. “Yes, love. Come for me.” The build-up finally hitting its peak, your body shaking at your release, moaning uncontrollably. Your release spills out of you, down Sebastian’s shaft and your behind.

Unable to hold back the overstimulating screams as Sebastian chases his own release, your fingers pull at his disheveled messy hair. A muffled scream on your lips as your thighs are pressed into your chest “Yes, Seb… come.” A groaning mess, his hips bucking as he fills you. It is hot, coating your insides. Sebastian catching his breath, head resting on your knees that are still firmly pressing you into the rock. “Sebastian, my back…”

“Oh, shit! So-sorry.” He gently pulls himself out from your core, a whimper at the empty feeling you are left with. He helps lower your legs to the ground, your knees buckle as your feet make contact. Your legs tremble with the aftershock of your release. Sebastian steadies you, softly leaning you against the rock, again. “Just a second, love.” You watch as he tucks himself back in his trousers and fixes his shirt to look a bit more presentable.

“Alright.” Sebastian slightly bends down; a small shriek escapes you. He grabs the back of your thighs and slings you over his shoulder. Fixing his posture and making sure you aren’t going anywhere. “Seb, what are you doing? Put me down.” You hit him in the back, protesting the position you are in. “Can’t do that, love. You could barely stand. I will happily carry you back to the castle.” You couldn’t see his face, but you could still hear that smug smirk pulling at his lips.

Walking back through the forest, you could feel Sebastian’s fingers running softly over your thigh, Giggling at every little movement. It suddenly feels a little wet, warm. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, all you want to do is hide. Sebastian chuckles to himself, his finger running small circles where your mixture has leaked out, his fingers creeping in between your folds. A small moan followed by a swift whack on his shoulder “Sebastian…”

“Yes…”

“You can’t do that here.”

“Well then, love. We better make our way back to the castle quickly, as I have an exceptionally lengthy list of places I want to fuck you and so very little time before graduation!”

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy smut #one shot smut #my first smut #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow smut

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flightfoot · 2 years

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On Felix caring for Adrien, I agree that the show has shown many hints about this. Mostly, I base my opinion around 4 things: they used to be close as children, Felix seems to be holding a grudge over Adrien not coming to the funeral, Felix’s mother says he’s been different since his dad died, and the way Felix kept his part of the deal for speaking for Adrien.

Mostly though, I focus on the first two. I’ve always interpreted Felix’s behaviour towards Adrien as a kid who’s mad at someone they love - ironically, we can be much crueller to the people we love when we’re angry, because we’re confident they’ll forgive us and we’ll get away with it.

Remember the look on Felix’s face when CN called him out on what he did and said he must not have many friends with the way that he acts? I think that was a moment of genuine discomfort. And I think that line is why he made nice with Adrien in the end. Oh, he laid the apology on thick, definitely, and I’m not sure he wouldn’t do it all again if it would meet his goals, but based on how he treats his cousin in later episodes, I genuinely think the hug Felix gave him was sincere. He didn’t want to lose his cousin, even if he’s not ready to start treating him better either. Caring about someone doesn’t automatically make you a good person tbh.

That said, they’re kids. Adrien is perhaps the most mature and thoughtful teenager I’ve ever seen in my life who always puts the ones he loves before him. Felix, on the other hand, is your more typical selfish teenage brat. But just bc a teen is a selfish, rude, and hurtful, it doesn’t mean they don’t care about their family. Nor does it mean they’ll remain that way. Again, I see Felix as a kid who’s mad at someone he loves for smth that’s not his fault. Unfair, yes. Realistic, also yes.

Yeah this is fair. It’s ironic, really. Felix is super smart and clever, but emotionally, he’s a lot less mature than Adrien is.

I do think it’s likely that he cares for Adrien in some capacity, he’s just being really unfair towards him right now for things that aren’t his fault. If he actually saw Adrien being really hurt by his actions, if those consequences were thrown in Felix’s face, he may well change his tune.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #felix fathom #adrien agreste #ml analysis

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lazydanni · 2 years

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Demon brothers with a Tartaglia-like MC

>Older brothers

Pairing: Younger bros x MC

Warning: Blood mention, injuries, lesson 16 spoiler, light nsfw at asmo part (?)

Parts two from le request lets goooo

Author note: I'm back after being dead for months duel to family issue and stuffs. Sorry for keeping yall waiting, I'll try to do the requests ASAP 😤 (It's was like 1am when I was making this fic—)

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Satan

He finds you pretty interesting due to your behavior when you first got here, the way you were so opening towards his brothers and himself but yet always on guard.

Are you hiding something? *Sus*

Probably the first one who noticed your dead eyes it's not like he was observing you like this was from International Geography or something

In the first few lessons, there wasn't much thing going on between you and Satan, because both of you has the similar personality aka the "your friendly buddy" face

But not when he got pissed because you refused to make a pact with him.

But you left him shocked, because YOU weren't scared of his demon form nor his threat of killing you. In fact your fact were bright as day, taking out your weapon and accepted the fight

YOU? A human wanted to fight with him?? Satan himself?? The Wrath himself? Man you got alot of nerves to challenge him 😟 (Bro left him in shock fr)

Bunch of stuffs happened after that yada yada yada... You guys finally get along YAYYY!! (i think)

He wouldn't be surprised if he sees you cover in blood when you got home. I mean.. You've shown him how bloodlusting you are when you got in a fight with him 🤷🏻‍♀️

For some reasons, he keep being spoiled by you. Like you always bring something back for him after your trip to the human world, every kind of books that he mentioned about it, no matter how rare and hard to get, you always able to get your hands on those and give them to him

Like man, he would just kiss you right here if he wasn't trying to hide his sparklings when he received those cat books that you bought🙄

Asmodeus

Listen, I don't give a heck about how you think about this man. I just know he's gonna turn everything that you do into some kind of kinky shit–

He doesn't really bother much about your weird behavior but you appearance tho,,,

Like, he may or may not got turned on when he sees you covered in blood after you kicked some demons' ass

You were sweaty asfuck, so you wiped those sweat using your shirt which showed your abs because duhh, you exercise alot

This is literally him right now

I just know he wants to touch the abs.. I mean who wouldn't? 🤨

He's now a fat horny simp for you... right behind himself of course

Besides that, you two get along very well! And flirty as fuck. Like, please stop doing it in front of Levi because he's gonna throw up—

You two can be wholesome too, like you sharing stories of your family to him and he also shows you pictures of him and his brothers when they were younger

Overall, it's either a horny moment or very wholesome, no between

Beelzebub

He's pretty opening towards you like Asmo

Oh you're a friendly human? Cool! You like working out too? We can be working-out-buddies and then have a nice buffet together! :D

Both of you get to close very quickly due to his happy big dog energy. You share your family moments to eachother, sharing tips to get fit and things like that!

Well.. that was just the half side of yours, you wouldn't dare to hurt his trust and feelings, would you?

So goodluck hiding your bloodlusting side away from him, making up excuses when he spotted you got home and fully covered of blood 🗿

Ya gotta find a way to persuade him not to worry about your fatass smh, no one wanna makes this precious himbo worries at all

Would be the one who take care of you if you got injured, doesn't matter if the wound was nothing to you.

Always brings snacks to yoh whenever you're done training!! A full stomach always help right?:)

Honestly I have no idea who would be the one to protect the other, because both of you want to be the shield for the other and it's wholesome af 😤

Belphie

Uhh where should I begin...

He finds you hella annoying, especially with that happy face of yours when you first met.

Despite knowing that he was a demon and tricked you, you still keep that friendly-face to him which makes him 10 times more pissed

Until you traveled thru time just to save him, Belphie tried to attack you, which makes you excited. In fact you accepted this threat and ready to throw hands at him

He was surprised how ridiculously strong you are compare to a normal human, it's been hours since you started to fight and yet, you were still hyped, even complement about his fighting techniques

So he just gave up and let you win this one, and head back to sleep— and then also gave up on planning destroy the human world and make out with you /jkjk

When he opened up to you, he finds you really capable, the way you tell him how much you love your siblings and wanted to protect Beel at all cost makes him look up at you with a different view.

So you're very fun to hang out, especially when you're the best person to help him and Satan prank Lucifer 😈

Overall 10/10 enemies to lovers romance

#obey me #obeyme #obey me shall we date #obey me meme #obey me crack #obey me fandom #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphie #obey me headcannon #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #I'm still alive LMFAO

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connoisseursdecomfort · 1 year

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A character study on Billy Squire (ft. Biddy)

(Manga spoilers alert)

We know there are plenty of darkness lying beneath the seemingly wholesome story of SxF. While Endo put a happy family in the middle of all the mess in Ostania, it does make us wonder what the Ostanians really felt about their country.

So he gave us Billy.

I am almost certain that we’ve met the Billy before Biddy’s death somewhere. If you still haven’t, you absolutely will.

He was just that guy next door. He’s a nice guy. He cared about the people around him, but he also didn't want to cause trouble. He most likely had experience working with/for the government and “knew how the society worked”. He had his doubts, knew there’re problems in the government, and tolerated it. Maybe he just wanted to maintain the status quo. Maybe because of his experience, he thought things would get better.

Billy had built a life in Ostania. He tried to be a good citizen and a good father. He was just trying to live a peaceful life in this mess.

And you can’t really blame him for this, because you know what he wants. You know he’s not some ignorant teenagers who didn’t know better. You know he’s seen stuffs in his life, and you know he's not wrong. It’s just that sometimes you just can’t help but think that maybe you can do something more than that.

So Endo also gave us Biddy. And Biddy was no Keith. Biddy was just trying to help the others. But sadly Biddy lived in Cold-War-isque Ostania, so she died. And that pushed Billy over the edge.

Billy became the “villain”.

You see, Billy is bound to fail. From what has been shown in the manga, the Ostanian government, or the SSS, don’t give a fuck. With manga goggles off, reality has told us that nothing good has come out of this tactics. Billy is not going to get what he really wants.

But Billy is also placed in this hopeless situation. He’s not powerful nor influential enough to change anything. The system is corrupted. There is no way he's going to get justice for Biddy.(1)

Billy could have gone for another route - unification could mean the dissolution of the current government. However, it is also understandable that he doesn’t want to go work for the largest, most dangerous competitor Ostania has, namely Westalis. Endo has dropped enough hints that both states are responsible for war. They’ve all done bad things.(2)

The tragedy is this - Billy has been right all along. The point is, Biddy couldn’t change Ostania. Billy couldn’t either. In a sense, Biddy was doing it the “right” way, and Billy was certainly in the “wrong”. No matter what method they went for, they had no control over anything around them. I think one of the more compelling examples is the pandemic we’ve experienced in the last three years. There are times we feel like we are just watching the world burn, and we have no control in this.

The only thing we can control is our own behaviours. The world is a terrible place, and we are no superheroes. But at the very least, we can choose to do good.

At the end, Biddy went to the protest, and Billy surrendered. I think they know horrible things could happen to them, but they still did something they thought was right.

And that is what truly matters.

(1) If he really killed this bus full of children, it’s not for Biddy’s sake. It is for his own pain. I’ve discussed somewhere else that the problem about Billy is that he knows what he’s doing is wrong. Let’s say we’ll just put on those drama!goggles for a while - if you want to seek for revenge, it’s reasonable to go after the officials who made the decision to go violent with the protesters. It could even be reasonable to hunt down the policeman who did it to Biddy. You just don’t go after innocent people, especially innocent children. Same goes to Yor and Loid. It’s reasonable that they want all of the Red Circus members gone, but will we still root for them if they go after the children of these members?

(2) The Red Circus is said to be funded by a third country. We might have to wait for more info, because historically there could be tonnes of explanations why this third party want to do that.

#spy x family

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@dameferre , I’m going to be replying to this post like this because I’m trying to keep my blog Spoiler Free for the Barbie movie atm, but I really wanted to agree and discuss with you!

I definitely agree that, even in the modern era, the discussion about “Queerness” is more than just having characters in media who loudly identify as somehow not CisHet or showing a romantic attraction to a non-heteronormatice partner.

Being Queer is about the Queer experience, and there are a lot of aspects about that, and the romance/sexuality/gender portion is only part of that!

Yes, Weird Barbie is Queer, because her inability to conform to the other’s expectations of “Being Barbie” is so Queer!!! And it’s multi layered: She’s the most Horny on Main Barbie shown, so she doesn’t confirm to her “designed” sexuality, she’s not “pretty” and “perfect” and so she embodies a divergent “gender presentation.” In one character, she’s all the “Active” elements of Queer, ostracized but still not conforming until she just “Owns it” and loudly acts her Queerness as a choice to be herself.

And then we have Stereotypical Barbie, who doesn’t have to be AroAce but you can bet I’m headcanoning her that way!!! Her lack of desire for a romantic partner is significant, even if it was “normal” for Barbie World, because she chooses to become a human and confront all the heteronormative expectations there.

And the movie ends with her beautiful, head turning, embracing her female body (Barbie needing to see a specialized doctor for her new genitalia is somewhere on a Trans or Intersex spectrum and I will bite anyone who argues!) - and never shown to have any new romantic needs to accompany her other life changes.

Somehow who, even if they appear to slot nicely into a CisHet identity, has still gone through the indelible Queer experience of having emotions and body perceptions and everything else divergent from the “mainstream” of either world.

And can we talk about Ken going through the experience of being an internalized homophobic Gay or Trans person???

Someone who’s so scared of what they are inside and believe others will not accept or respect them that they embody all the toxic elements of what they think they have to be in order to convince others “No, really, I’m strong, there’s no reason to abuse me, I’m the one that will follow the rulebook for presentation and therefore I will have the power.”

Despite never feeling comfortable or happy as either Stereotypical Ken or Patriarchal Ken?? Admitting out loud that he hated everything he’d done and insisted was “really” him at his most blatant, all because of his own fears about not being loved and respected for himself?

Having to find something a little in-between, not Barbie’s Boyfriend but also not Patriarchal; just Kenough?

I’m so gender agnostic I present as Cis because I literally don’t care, so someone else can correct me, but I’d argue that’s a neopronoun, something new that describes his Queer experience as he works through and heals his internalized homophobia???

And Allan, just…. Allan.

Yes, we need more same sex and bi couples in media. We need more clear cut representations of Trans and Intersex and more diverse gender presentations.

But saying the Barbie movie is “heteronormative” when the literal entire plot is neither Ken nor Barbie ended up happy with what they were made and told to be, decided they needed something other than a romantic/sexual relationship, did not get paired up with someone else as a “consolation prize,” and ended the movie choosing their own presentations, no matter how hard it would be going forwards, how unpathed, how different from everyone else they’d ever been told to be like.

Literally, what can be more Queer than Barbie saying “Fuck the boyfriend, I’m going to go get magic bottom surgery!”

…..

Ok, Barbie practicing contact splits with Weird Barbie, I’ll give you that one. 😜

#barbie #barbie movie #barbie spoilers #lgbtqia+#queer #queer experience

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hekate1308 · 1 year

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Present Blessings, A Drowley Advent Calendar, December 19

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Crowley would have liked to say that after this, he chose to keep his distance, froze the angel out, and only relented once Dean used his powers again.

But this was simply not what happened.

In fact, Dean, as far as he was able to tell, didn’t use his powers at all over the next few weeks. Well, if you didn’t call his natural charisma that continued to do the trick both with his employees and clients alike.

Dean also seemed to greatly enjoy cooking for him, and he’d been talking to Gavin and Fiona on the phone so much they were clamoring to meet him, under the same impression that by now had taken hold of most of Crowley’s acquaintances.

An impression that he admittedly cared less and less to dispel as time went on. This was, of course, also a problem. All other things aside, Dean was an angel who would eventually leave, and he wasn’t looking forward to the explanations that would have to follow.

And, even though he really didn’t want to admit to himself, he really didn’t look forward to Dean leaving personally, either.

But certainly, he would have to, eventually? They couldn’t play house indefinitely. And even an angel should finally get it through his head that Crowley had no intention of changing his ways.

Granted, he had conceded to go to the company Christmas party, and Dean continued to drag him out to “enjoy life”: He didn’t think he’d visited so many restaurants in the past five years as he had in the past two weeks.

Not that it mattered…

He had come so far in his musings – it happened far too often, these days, that his thoughts strayed as he was trying to work, but there was a lot to think about.

“Hey, sorry to tell you, but Ketch called.”

He rolled his eyes. “And what does he want?”

“Oh, the usual, new contract blab la bla.”

As if he hadn’t tried to sue Crowley. “What did you do?”

“Oh, you know me. I just called Sam.”

As usual, je felt rather uneasy at Dean’s easy connection to their young lawyer, which was ridiculous because Dean got along well with every single one of his employees.

“He’ll handle it.”

He nodded because he knew that Sam would.

“Anyway, so you’ve got an appointment –“

He really was a very good PA, which made this all so much more irritating.

His only solace was that he didn’t seem to be the only one between the two of them who was feeling slightly… off.

Oh, Dean was still as friendly, as nice, as competent as he had been in the beginning, but other than that, Crowley had also caught him looking forlorn more than once, and he’d made a habit of retiring suddenly and somewhat earlier than before.

He had no idea what he did in his room (the guest room. That was what he had been meant to think. The guest room) and he didn’t ask.

What could be wrong? He was an angel. So it couldn’t be his health, and he certainly had not complained about anything…

If only he could have understood him. Crowley was used to understanding people, which meant that anything mysterious had an allure for him that was hard to ignore.

Aside from… all that ither fetching attributes.

With a thrill that was neither fear nor excitement but a mixture of the two, Crowley realized that he was in danger.

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He was watching Dean cook yet again, staring at the small Christmas decorations that had made their way into his home. He certainly had not purchased small Christmas trees salt and pepper shakers, and what was more, he was rather certain that Dean had only gotten his first salary right after they had shown up, which made him suspect he had either entered a pact with Charlie Bradbury when it came to knick-knacks, or this angel had a penchant for shop-lifting. He couldn’t quite say which prospect was more terrifying.

Then suddenly, Dean aske, “Have you ever flown before?”

By now, he was so used to his talk that he replied automatically, “The lack of wings makes that impossible.”

“Not what I am suggesting.” He raised his head and there was something unreadable in his gaze. “I was speaking of – I was thinking – “ he swallowed. “Have you been on a plane before?”

Now, that he could answer. “Of course.”

“Nothing of course about it, I’ve been at other places – doesn’t matte. But… what was it like?”

Crowley frowned. How to describe flying in a plane? “Whatever my feelings on the matter, I think you’d find it very different from flying with wings.”

“You’re right, of course” Dean signed.

“How come you’re asking?”

Dean was silent for a long moment, but in the end replied, “I’m not sure if flying is not overrated.”

He didn’t elaborate further, and Crowley didn’t demand an explanation.

#my writings #spn #drowley #advent calendar #dean winchester #crowley

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Entry 34

Be it due to the emotion of the last evening, or my own... distracted self, I had not given much thought to another part of the conversation I had with sera Talianwe and Erenwe. Something... I had noticed during my conversations with those within the Circle. People are oddly curious about my relationship with Rivras. And I do not understand why. ...is our friendship somehow different to what they'd expect from it? Or did they simply find it just as unlikely as myself that a man such as him would make a friend with me - instead of so many individuals that are much more interesting than myself. Sera Sehwyir asking curiously if he's bound to someone else (is he? I would not know? or would I? Would he tell me?). Why did she look at me in such an intense way? Sera Talianwe asking who is he to me. Both her and sera Erenwe wondering how we came to know one another - how we became friends. Sera Marceline awkwardly hinting at the type of my bond with him. ...even Sindarion stated I am fond of the man after I mention him once! Tsk. Gossipers. Everyone seems so interested in our friendship - or suggesting it to be something different to what it is. Why are they so keen to know?

Anyways. I explained the situation to the best of my ability. I did say he is a dear friend of mine, one I can rely on, one that cares for me and protects me. They asked how we met - I did state it was when I was picking seashells in Anvil that I met him for the first time. Then, following that, we had met by accident on a few occurrences - and he took strange, cruel pleasure in scaring me - why? just because he could, I suppose. He was also the one who had shown me the way to the Haven - in a way, introduced me to it. They found the story 'adorable'.

I had confessed that the Owl Merchant had chosen me to be her next auctioneer during the auction hosed on Haven's Tales and Tallows event. Sera Erenwe appeared enraged I did not think of my attire yet, nor given it any deeper thought. She proclaimed she will assist me - and sera Talianwe (who had not thought of hers either) - in choosing the right garb - and that it will be so dazzling that I will be the centre of attention of those that come for the auction. Sera Erenwe also stated she will do so, so I can earn gazes of my friends... This was an odd commentary, considering she is counted among them and she will be one of the people choosing my attire. Or-... Anyways. The prospect of it is rather intimidating. I wish not to garner the attention of everyone in the room, I never aspired to be willing to do so. I do not think I could, even if I tried my best - with all the beautiful women and handsome men that make their way through the Haven daily, why would people pay attention to me?

But- The problem for future consideration, perhaps. I am looking forward to shopping for the clothiers chosen by sera Erenwe - she always dresses in a way that makes her stand out from others, elegant, poised and proud as she is. She wishes me to wear a 'suit' - an elegant male attire, believing me to be able to 'pull it off' well. She says I will look best in a suit with a blue accent - to match the 'theme' of the event, with blue meaning the merchants of enchanted goods (which is fitting for an auctioneer). I am unsure of the suit idea I had hoped to use the event as an opportunity to wear a dress, perhaps. One of those silk ones, loosely falling off the shoulders that I had seen some women wear (they looked so beautiful! Would I?). But sera Erenwe says a suit might... suit me better. I will trust her judgment when it comes to fashion. Perhaps I can get a nice 'pirate' coat with it. I think Ithri would like that.

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WAIT. I'm losing my mind over that friends to lovers post you reblogged. All I can think about is college Albedo + mutual pining, romantic tension, and friends to lovers OTL

- Leaving little post it notes in his bag or inside the cover of his textbook to tell him to have a nice day or remind him to take care of himself because you know he has a tendency to work too hard sometimes!! And what if he meets up with Sucrose and Timaeus because they like to catch up and sometimes discuss their research or homework, and they see Albedo hiding a grin behind his books and think that he's solved a particularly difficult problem but it's just a cute little note you slipped him when he wasn't looking

- You stay up studying for exams with Albedo and he dozes off on your shoulder so you sit there afraid to move because you don't want to wake him but you're also dying inside

- The two of you go to the library to work but eventually get distracted so it turns into the two you sitting close together on a couch and reading each other sections from your favourite books

- I can also see him as someone who rambles about labs or new research he's absolutely taken by. Weeks later when you mention something he said before, he's a little surprised but you just tell him that you tried your best to understand everything because you know it's important to him and maybe his heart skipped a little

- Going off your headcanons: Albedo looking for little specimens and deciding it could be a fun outing with Klee so she can get some sunshine and you find the two of them in the park. You end up joining them and Albedo's heart softens seeing you and Klee laughing and smiling together!

- I remember this little headcanon you had where he snorts when laughing sometimes and imagine Albedo letting one slip out while he's with you, and Kaeya teasing him later on.

- Eventually, his friends start asking if the two of you are together because of the silent affection and teasing between the two of you. Albedo knows he likes you but he's scared a relationship will ruin everything and you're too important to lose even if it means he never says anything, but little did he know, you have feelings for him too.

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day and week! Sorry about this monster of an ask lmao

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR ALBEDO

NEVER

Like... there are two characters that I seldom, if ever, turn down and that's my beloved Albedo and beloathed Scaramouche- If you don't want me to shut up about a topic??? Like just utter word vomit???? Bring them up. Bring them up, I dare you--

Okay okay okay okay now lemme just--

oops. 1.4k words. Enjoy your headcanon drabbles, courtesy of me being a hard simp for Albedo--

College au Albedo is pretty close to how he normally is! Brilliant, though having difficulties with making friends and keeping said friends, getting carried away with experiments (did you know if you're on good enough terms with the professors, they'll vouch for you so you can use the lab when there aren't classes using them?? Yeah)...so the friendship that you have with him is certainly the closest one he has.

It'd be the kind where you knock on his dorm or apartment door at 11:45pm with some takeout and your textbooks and he'll let you in without a second thought. You slip inside and settle on the floor next to the coffee table cross-legged, setting the food out as if you don't live a good walk away. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon anyway.

Like the kind of friendship where your hand instinctively slips into his to tug him towards something cool you found or to the café where you tend to go after classes.

Even after you get to your destination, you don't let go.

Now that that has been established--the little notes you slip into his bag or on his books really began as a little reminder. Despite his keen intellect, Albedo tends to easily forget things because his mind is always going onto the next thing. So, being the great friend you are, would just slip a note to remind him to take breaks, eat a snack, or that you're supposed to go and meet Sucrose and Timaeus after class to prep for the upcoming exams.

Neither of you really know when they began to turn into doodles or 'seemingly platonic declarations of adoration'. It's normal for friends to write a heart besides "Don't forget I love you!", right? Yeah.

The smile that makes it's way on Albedo's face is unmistakable the moment that Sucrose accidentally stumbles upon a sticky note carefully tucked in one of his notebooks.

Speaking of Albedo and his tendencies to get carried away with stuff, he often functions on...minimal sleep.

Those nights that you pop up at his place to study or just hang out, he often ends up dozing off, glasses sliding uncomfortably down the bridge of his nose and hair tousled out of it's usual style.

You never plan to stay the night (though even when he's awake he insists you do because it's not as safe at night to make the commute home), but you can't just disturb his sleep when it's the first time in a while that he's probably gone without taking a capsule or two of melatonin to help himself back into some semblance of a sleep schedule.

It's these moments that you remember just how soft his hair is and just how nice his shampoo smells.

Also that he's a cuddler.

You awake in the morning, back aching and eyes squinting against the sudden brightness of the world around you and limbs tangled with your best friend. He's unbothered because his face is half-shoved against the crook of your neck.

With the library, you often find yourselves in a little game. There's so much to learn and so, so many topics through the old vanilla-scent found between pages!!

So trips to the library end up with the two of you digging and sifting to find a topic you've never heard of, sit and read for 15 minutes, then proceed to explain said topic the best you can (without looking!!). It almost always ends up with a few chuckles from Albedo as you fumble explaining (and half-making up) information and Albedo's (unfairly) great short-term memory winning out.

Speaking of...between actually studying and your little topic games, Albedo turns to you to bounce off his current observations and ideas. Sucrose and Timaeus, though both in similar majors as Albedo, are busy with their own projects and research to the point that they don't really have the time to help with stuff as extensive as his research.

Annnnd, naturally, since you don't have anything better to do and are almost always by his side, you play that part!

You listen intently no matter how dense the subject may be and no matter if you do or do not have the background knowledge.

When you ask him to explain something you don't quite understand, he can't help but blink in surprise because you were listening??? And wanted to really understand? You prove time and time again (even days, weeks later) that you listened to every word that tumbled out during his rambles.

And of course you do! Albedo's one of the most important people to you, so it's only natural that you want to show interest in his interests.

Also it's pretty cool to find out those random bits of trivia (like lobsters and their repairable telomeres-).

Klee!!!

Oh man, the first time that you met Klee was a pretty hectic day for Albedo. Due to his Aunt Alice's incredibly busy schedule, he tends to care for Klee on days that he doesn't have class.

However, that particular day he just barely finished class before he had to go and pick her up from school.

With you in tow, that is.

Immediately, the little girl brightens up at your presence, no doubt excited from what she's heard about you (listening in to Albedo's conversations with Alice and the embarrassed tone in his voice when he realizes that he's let your name slipped again and now Aunt Alice wants to know about this particular friend who's captured dear little Bedo's attentions). He's relieved when Klee doesn't immediately reveal that.

From then on, Klee insists that Albedo invites you for every outing they have.

The cafe for a quick treat? The bookstore to sit and read a few books?

"Oh, please please please?? Can they come Albedo? Klee promises that she'll be good!"

Who is he to say no?

But above all, those park days are his favorite. You end up running around with Klee, lifting her up so she can reach a particular leaf on a branch, squatting down to see a bug or lizard that she's entirely enthralled by--all while Albedo sits under the shade of a tree on a blanket, sketchbook and pencil in hand.

You don't know it (even though there's many occasions where he's shown you his sketchbook), but the pages are filled with your smile.

Around you, Albedo's found that he's most comfortable.

There's no need to hide insecurities or hold his tongue when something particularly exciting comes to mind...nor does he hold back in his laughter. Especially with your insistence that his laugh is cute.

That scenario with Kaeya is entirely an accident, proof of just how used to your presence he's become.

It's a late night and you're out with a bigger group of friends than usual, some friends that Albedo's only known since the start of college, but definitely good ones.

With a drink in your hand you all sit at a large table, chatting about anything and everything when you crack a joke and Albedo snorts.

Not like a snort with his normally quiet chuckle, either.

Instead, he's laughing hard, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and stomach hurting (and maybe it's because of the few sips of drink he's had) and he snorts. The moment the sound escapes him and he's trying hard to calm back down, Kaeya grins.

He's most definitely one of the first people to put two and two together.

After all, Albedo keeps to himself, even around them. But with you around? There's a certain spark of life that ignites.

It's no surprise that the two of you are close when all is said and done.

But that doesn't stop either of you from choking and cheeks from flushing when someone asks if you're a couple. It happens often--too often to count--and ranges between Kaeya's teasing comments and a few sweet words from an elderly woman passing by your table at the cafe.

And you laugh--you and Albedo--because no, no, you're just friends.

Right?

Then the light hits your features just right, illuminating you in a soft glow that makes your eyes shine and--

It's undeniable the way that he feels for you. The sudden quickening of his heartbeat is proof enough. You slide your drink towards him for him to try and he does the same, eyes unable to leave your lips as you take a sip and then smile.

Between the cracks of his appreciation, of this warmth, dread seeps.

Though...that was just over a week ago.

Sitting down back at his apartment, your head resting on his chest and your hands intertwined while you watch whatever's on tv, you shift. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss.

And Albedo wonders how neither of you managed to see it sooner.

#anon asks #THE FACT THAT YOU REMEMBER MY ALBEDO HEADCANONS AND STUFF MY HEARTTT #albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact x reader #albedo headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabbles #modern au #college au #modern au albedo

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Yandere Karlheinz Hc’s

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, manipulation, isolation, gaslighting, blackmailing, bribing, sabotage, controlling Yandere, strict Yandere, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

🍷Extremely possessive and controlling with his darling. Karlheinz is the most powerful being that might just exist yet he glorifies humans for the deep emotions and affection they can harbor for others. His race doesn’t have such emotions and he punishes his kind for it. But being suddenly met with someone he actually feels something for is an experience that he has never been warned beforehand. There is a little human, bewitching him with their very own quirky charm and since he’s been living with emptiness for so long, this all is an intense experience for him. Enough to set his merciless heart on raging black fire and he decides from that very moment on that he’ll never let anyone have his darling nor will grant anyone else the luxury of even seeing them or being shown affection from them. Literally wants to brainwash his darling so they only do as he says and only love and trust him.

🍷Karlheinz is extremely obsessive as well and he is extremely intelligent and a very good observer. His needs run deep and he expects from himself to be able to have every single habit and quirk you might have down perfectly, meaning that he is very well able to foresee how you might react to certain situations at one point. Highly manipulative and gaslighting and that all without a single moment of guilt or hesitation. He courts his darling with love and spoils them, sugarcoating things and will start inserting his very own manipulations through all of this. Lying, blackmailing, sabotage, everything is fine with him. As long as he can clutch his s/o in his grip and make them dependent on him, he really doesn’t care. Karl is also a sadist, though good in hiding it. If he believes that a punishment is needed, that’s what you’ll get. Considering that humans are physically very fragile, his punishments won’t be nearly as harsh as the ones he gave his sons. He might break the s/o mentally, but he doesn’t want to break them physically.

🍷Has yet to experience jealousy and oh, how he loathes it. This burning sensation in his stomach where he feels like he wants to crush someone. It really isn’t like he feels threatened or anything like this, Karleinz always gets what he wants the one or another illegal way. But he would wish so much for his darling to only look at him and love him, not some utterly low humans. Jealousy really is only able when you are the one creating the contact and having fun with someone, ignoring him in the process. When it is someone else, the vampire really doesn’t feel anything except pathetic amusement.

🍷Won’t be the one to ever get blood on his hands, but he has a lot of pawns and powerful connections and all he has to do is give the order and the other person is dead within the very next hour. Depending on how much he was angered, the death will be either less painful or extremely tormenting. As I said, Karlheinz is a sadist and he feels no attachment or slightest spark of emotions for someone who isn’t his darling. And he knows some really messed up methods to make someone go insane due to pain before they die.

🍷Initially courts his darling with sweet words and nice and expensive presents so they hopefully fall in love with him naturally to begin with. He’s extremely charming so it’ll most likely work. It’s really just out of curiosity at first how a normal relationship would be with you, the ones humans tend to have. Never planned on doing this forever to begin with though and he was proven further when he was extremely discontent with all the people around you. Karlheinz finds the image of you being locked away from all people and sunlight, only clinging on him and only thinking about him to be extremely gorgeous.

🍷Karlheinz actually is aware that what he feels is more of a possessive obsession than this pure love normal human feel. But he enjoys this so much more, all the intense feelings coursing through his veins and consuming his body and mind. This man simply doesn’t really care about how much suffering he brings upon others and even you, it’s all for his own selfish desires to have you love him since it is the only thing that seems to be able to fill the black hole in his heart with warmth. All his darling really has to do is to give in to him and all the sadistic, mental and lightly physical punishments stop. The only pain really inflicted on you afterwards is when he sucks your blood which he deems to be from the finest and richest flavor from all. As long as Karlheinz’s s/o does what he says and really only has feelings and thoughts about him, he will fulfill them every request and wish they have with a snip of his fingers.

#yandere diabolik lovers #yandere karlheinz #yandere karl #yandere tougou #yandere tougou sakamaki #yandere reinhart

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anasticklefics · 3 years

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Unsaid

Fandom: Star Wars

Characters: Poe/Finn

Summary: They land on a planet that has a field that tickles anyone who comes near, and Poe is having one too many feelings about it.

A/N: My first fic back from hiatus! Honestly I’m only posting something because I wrote more than half of this while I was gone, but felt inspired to finish it today. I hope you like it, I’m very proud 🥺

Words: 2k

A breeze of heat ruffled Poe’s hair as he stood at the edge of the Field of Laughter on a planet that had too much of an orange tint for his liking. It reminded him of dry, unforgiving land full of sand and nothing but sand, but mostly it reminded him of the times he’d been stranded, so thirsty he could die, running for his life over the scorching ground. Just last week, that is. It reminded him of being near death, and of watching Finn and Rey getting dragged just out of his reach.

“It’s okay, you know,” Finn told him now, watching Poe as Poe watched the field. “If you want to try it, I mean.”

Poe chanced a glance at him, wondering what the orange tint made his blush look like. “I’m good.”

“Poe.” Finn had mastered the knowing smile he occasionally shot his way wonderfully. An amusement to it, but also something kind that made Poe all the more embarrassed whenever it was aimed at him. Vulnerability, even during the war, was always something that terrified him, even more than the war.

“Really, I’m okay,” he said, averting his gaze back toward the dancing blades of yellow grass. They’d been told the field was bigger than it seemed, twisting and turning behind the mountains and the trees Poe had been surprised to find here. They all looked dead, but were apparently perfectly fine.

“If you’re worried someone will see or hear you we could go further.”

“Why do you think I want to try it?”

“Oh, come on now.” Finn bumped their shoulders together. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

The Field of Laughter was said to be a very ticklish experience; so much so that the natives who lived by it had developed a thicker skin, quite literally so, in order to survive having to cross it. It had saved them valuable time, not having to walk around it, and it only got a couple of giggles out of the younger ones now.

Poe was absolutely certain he would never escape the dancing blades, whose only purpose in life was to tickle whomever walked over and through them. They were kept regularly short, cut with hovering blades and quick hands, as they could probably tickle someone to death if they were able to trap them. A field of torture for most, but something else to Poe.

“I promise to pull you out if it becomes too much,” Finn continued, but Poe could tell he wasn’t going to push it more. It was up to Poe to decide whether he was brave enough to be vulnerable in more than one way.

They’d landed there by accident. A mission gone wrong, but not so wrong it had really cost them anything. Just time, which they sometimes couldn’t afford and other times were swimming in. They’d been fortunate, for once, to be rich enough to give it away so easily to a planet that neither attacked them nor wanted to help them. Proud of their history, but wary of their grounds, meaning they told them everything but let them see little. Poe knew of the group that had settled not too far away from their makeshift camp, keeping an eye on them and making sure they didn’t stray past the point they’d been allowed to see. Poe wasn’t sure why they’d been forced to stay by the Field of Laughter of all places, but he’d been thoroughly on edge for the past two days because of it.

“Better be careful,” Jess had said, pointing to the field. “If you piss me off I might throw you in.”

Poe hadn’t replied, his ears still ringing with the story of the field they’d just been told. Lab-made. Torture device. Impossible to stop. It had made him want to peel his skin off to hear it.

“Poe.” Finn, his one and only confidant in this, hadn��t teased him like Poe had feared, but that knowing look had almost been worse. “Come on, let’s take a walk.”

One thing you should know about Poe Dameron: he had absolutely no idea how to handle any type of feeling that involved vulnerability, which included embarrassment and fear and love and lust. Unfortunately his feelings about tickling had traces of all, to a certain point. It was embarrassing to love something most people hated. It was terrifying to love something to the point of sensuality.

Finn had found out by accident, too. A drunken night, Poe too touch-starved and exhausted and in love with him to keep quiet, and while whatever they were was still unsaid and only shown in quiet fingertips to skin, Finn was all too eager to give him what he wanted after he’d let it slip. Poe refused to talk about it now, all of it unsaid and quiet, all theirs but barely.

Finn hadn’t mentioned the field as they’d started their walk, but Poe couldn’t look at him as they’d walked along the edge of it, maybe too close to it for comfort. One misstep and he could fall in, and then he’d have to face one too many truths at once.

Truth was, he almost wished someone would push him in. Just as an excuse.

“It almost doesn’t look like the blades are dancing,” was the first thing he’d said. “There’s no rhythm to it.”

“I’m sure they’re trying their best,” Finn had replied and Poe had laughed, nearly hysterically, as if giddy at the idea of having them dance over his skin.

“How does it even work?” he said now, two days later, the evening sun still bright and orange, but fading ever so slightly by the minute. “Like, do they go for your feet first or trip you or what?” He was only able to ask because it sounded so stupid to ask it.

“No idea.” Finn tilted his head at the field. “Does it work if you’re dressed and wearing shoes?”

“No idea.”

“Maybe we should ask someone. I’m sure they’d be willing to share.”

“We’d look too invested.”

Finn grabbed his wrist, squeezing once and calming him instantly. “We don’t have to.”

Poe went to bed untickled, tangled up in Finn’s embrace.

He only went because he’d dreamt of it and had learned to take dreams seriously years ago. In his dream it had been intoxicating, the sensation unbearable enough to have felt real, and so he went, wondering if he would leave or die there, laughing until it hurt him. That was the most fascinating part. Where did the line go between pleasure and pain when it came to something like this? How much could he take? Were Finn’s occasional prodding hands enough or was he capable of handling more?

In retrospect there was probably a safer way to figure this out, but Poe stopped by the edge of the field, feet bare and pants rolled up to his calves, with a relief he rarely ever felt regarding this. The early morning sun was more of a soft canary yellow than orange, and Poe felt he could breathe more easily.

“Hello,” he said, his voice a murmur as he bent to get closer to the grass. “Aren’t you causing a lot of commotion.”

He didn’t feel stupid to speak to it. Somehow he felt it was alive, just communicating differently than him. He’d walked as far as he’d been able to, but felt as if his laughter would still be heard if it caught him. Many years ago, when he’d had too much pride to admit to vulnerability, he’d been captured by a rope and remained hanging upside down for longer than was comfortable, squirming, struggling, but refusing to scream for help. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet during this.

The blades did nothing to acknowledge his presence and Poe longed for a thick forest - preferably a dark green one - to hide him from view when he reached out a finger to hover above it. An idiot, they would call him if they saw him. An idiot that’s asking for it.

If only they knew how desperately he was really asking. How loud and persistent and starved his pleas were, in the midst of a war that gave him no privacy to be candid.

“Would you let go of me if I asked nicely?” The blades were just out of reach. He could imagine them suddenly reaching forward and gripping him by the wrist, pulling him in and under for the rest of his giggly eternity.

But of course, they merely kept dancing. He wiggled his index finger over them. “Are you ticklish yourselves?”

The silence around him was deafening. If he fell he would be heard by the whole universe.

If he didn’t fall he could pretend he had. Say he’d been sleepwalking, hence his lack of proper footwear, and had ended up in this ticklish awakening.

Finn would know, naturally, but Finn would never tell. Would only try to gently coax the answers out of him and Poe would blush and blush and blush until he would say something stupid that would have Finn either laughing or rolling his eyes. Finn would drop it only momentarily, for it was too big of a thing to do on your own for him to never bring up again.

Poe wasn’t surprised when Finn appeared a moment later, his steps quiet but not non-existent. “Hi.”

Poe sighed and straightened, turned to glance at him quickly to hide the already spreading flush. “Hi.”

“I knew I’d find you here.”

“Dead or alive?”

“Hmm, either. Happy it was the latter.” He stopped beside him, letting their shoulders brush as they gazed over the field. “Are you gonna do it?”

“Not sure. Honestly I might’ve stood here for hours if you hadn’t arrived.”

“I can hold your hand. Pull you back out.”

Poe looked at him. Finn, with his own worries and dark circles under his eyes from how little he actually slept and his ever present way of reaching out without expecting anything back. If he trusted anyone with this it was him.

“Okay.”

Finn met his gaze. “Okay?”

Poe held out his hand. “Okay.”

Finn took it.

In retrospect it was both an overwhelming and underwhelming experience. The idea of it, the actual act of stepping his bare foot onto the field, still made his heart race. But while it did tickle it wasn’t the hysteria he’d been imagining. To be fair, he only let it go as far as to his calf before he decided he’d had enough, but for someone as sensitive as him it should’ve been worse.

It did tickle, though. It tickled a lot.

“I think you’re just too used to the sensation,” Finn told him after they’d returned to their quarters.

Poe huffed in embarrassment. “Not like that.”

“Oh, come on. I’ve pinned you plenty of times.”

“Not like that,” Poe said, quieter.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

As he’d stepped onto the field, Finn’s hand tight over his, Poe had felt fear and excitement and shame and acceptance, all at once, as the blades started dancing over his skin. When he’d realized, after the blades had started tickling between his toes, that he wasn’t able to actually remove his foot from the grass, was when he’d started laughing and couldn’t stop.

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that, though,” Finn said now. “I’m actually offended. I’m definitely taking this as a challenge.”

“How did I laugh?” Poe asked, because yes okay sometimes embarrassment made him stupid.

“Desperately. More high pitched than usual.” Finn’s smirk was intoxicating and fucking terrifying. “Want to try to recreate it?”

“People will hear us,” Poe said, already laughing stupidly, nervously, too smitten for his own good.

“I have a perfectly good palm to muffle it.”

And so the rest of Poe got tickled, too.

#tickling #ticklish!poe #finnpoe #stormpilot #finnpoe fic #star wars #star wars fic #tickle fic #unsaid #mine #ana's fics

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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years

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“My fake boyfriend is a billionaire ?!” - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : After a few shitty weeks of everything going wrong, you somehow find yourself faking a relationship with the one and only Bruce Wayne.

That’s it. I did it. After 3 years posting stories on this platform, I finally succumb to one of the biggest fanfiction cliché of all time haha. The infamous fake boyfriend trope. And I really hope you will like it :

My masterlist : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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The Gap Year of Disaster

Today, you were an utter mess, and you couldn’t care less.

You know, this kind of days where you wish you would just have stayed in bed ?

Where everything goes wrong and you just want to hide under your blanket and pretend you don't have any responsibilities ?

Well today…Today was most definitely this kind of day.

It was suppose to be your first day at an exciting new job and you were so psyched about it, that you hadn’t been able to sleep all night.

You finally fell into a deep slumber during the very early hours of the day, and…

Of course you woke up late ! You didn't have time to take a shower, or to do your make-up nicely or even to brush your hair. But worst of all you didn't have time to get coffee !

When you got out with your bike….it was pouring outside. Ah but of course, because when one thing goes wrong everything has to follow. Everything WILL go wrong. Murphy's law or some stupid things like that !

It's in those moments you wish you had a car ! Because when it rained in Gotham…It felt like Noah was ordered to built another ark !

So, sleep deprived, soaked, in a bad mood and looking like a mess, you managed, by some miracle, to arrive at your job on time.

Only to discover that this wasn’t at all what you were expecting. It was NOT what was promised to you, which was experience in an exciting workplace and a way to make the most of it.

Instead, it was a desk job where you ran errand for everyone. Amazing.

This was supposed to be your first try at “real life”, this was why you took that gap year from college.

“I want to find myself, find who I really am !” You told everyone around you, ignoring those who were negative and telling you you should finish your study first.

Now, as you were stuck in a tiny cubicle with an endless list of coffee orders you had to get for everyone else, you felt like maybe they were right, and that this wasn’t quite the way you were going to “find yourself”.

Then again, wasn’t it through hardship that this sort of things unlocked ? Wasn’t it with great determination and knowing how it was to struggle, that you were going to thrive ? That’s what they said in TED talks dedicated to “success”...

So far in your life, things had been rather normal. Not particularly easy, but not hard either. You grew up in a small town in New Jersey, no troubles on the horizon. You then moved to Gotham for college as you had a scholarship for Gotham’s University, and as you were about to start your third year you sort of questioned wether or not this was your path...

One of your favorite professor told you to maybe take a gap year. A few semesters off, to think things through. Taking advantage of it to do some soul searching and try to know what you really wanted and...It sounded wonderful !

That’s when you started to have job interviews in many different fields, and it took you three months to finally find something. Three very stressful months of wondering how long you could live off of your measly savings, and wether or not you’d have to move back in with your parents (anything but that !)...Not a very good start to that gap year for sure.

And when you landed what you thought was going to be a great job, things definitely were looking up ! Ah, but the fact that you were chosen while you had NO experience and such, should’ve been your first warning that this was too good to be true.

You were trying to stay positive though. Maybe it was only for the first day ? Maybe their coffee person was sick or something ? It’d get more interesting later ? Yes. Yes let’s keep a positive outlook on everything.

Except right now, as your entire morning was made of you walking up and down the building (the elevator was not working, but of course), to the coffee shop at the corner of the street, and bringing back orders for people, you didn’t feel in the mood to try and stay cheery.

And the worst in all that ? You didn't even get ONE cup for yourself…This “real life” thing was not starting very well.

And so here you were, during your lunch break, looking like a mess, bag under your eyes and still wet from the rain (your trips up and down the street for coffee runs not helping drying yourself off), your morale at its lowest..And…

"That'll be 3 dollars and 50 cents for the large latte with triple espresso shot, m'am."

Catastrophe.

Proof that things could ALWAYS get worst.

As you were looking through your bag, you couldn't find your wallet !

Did you leave it at home ?! Maybe.

People at your work gave you the money to buy them coffee (and not a single tips, bunch of cheapskates). And you didn’t notice you were missing that oh so essential part of your daily life...Your credit card. Or any type of money.

Damn it !

“Um, excuse me miss, that’s 3,50 please ?”

“Oh yes yes, um, you know what I just-”

“Here, miss, you dropped this.”

As you were about to explain that in fact, you didn’t need coffee (even if when you asked for it you might’ve mentioned it being a question of “life or death”), too embarrass to admit you didn’t have the money to buy it, a...very handsome man handed you a twenty dollars bill.

You were a hundred percent sure this wasn’t yours. You never carry lose cash like this. A quick look to his kind deep blue eyes, and soft smile, and you realize...

Oh. Great. A total (very handsome) stranger took pity of you.

You probably looked even worst than you felt. You were about to say this was a mistake, but before you could, he gave the bill to the barista, and left with a last smile to you, taking his own cup of coffee away with him.

Damn. You didn’t have time to say “thank you”. He vanished as fast as he appeared, disappearing in the crowd of the busy coffee shop.

“Here’s your change, m’am.”

“Ah you know what ? Keep it buddy. Thanks for the coffee.”

“Wow, thanks !”

You were pretty sure that barista never had such a big tip, and it oddly made you feel better, to make someone else’s day like that. Your grandma did always say that you found true joy from helping others...

Oh, yeah, ok, you just helped someone out, why was the universe so angry at you ?!

As you turned around and started to leave, almost at the exist of the shop, mood a little better after this nice encounter with a (again, handsome) stranger, and the barista, you see him.

Him. One of the reason you sort of decided to take a gap year.

Him.

Your ex-boyfriend, Eric, who cheated on you with your friend Monica. Needless to say, it wasn’t a good memory. And you hadn’t seen neither him nor her since you left college, especially not since you heard they actually got together.

Your FRIEND. With your BOYFRIEND. And it went on for a while, before you finally discovered it (that day was as shitty as today...).

Oh. And of course Eric wasn’t alone. She, was there too. The one you thought was your friend, and who stabbed you in the back like that. Both of them discarding you like a dirty old sock.

Great. Really. Awesome. This day was going from “bad” to “please kill me.”

“(Y/N) !”

He looks surprised to see you, although also a little pleased. And it makes you want to punch him in the face. You don’t care if it’s because he wished things ended another way, they both betrayed your truth and then never even tried to talk to you again afterward.

You’re not sure you would’ve forgave them, but at least, it would’ve shown they still cared about you in a way. Nobody chooses who they’re going to fall in love with (that, you’d soon discover for yourself). But she was your best friend. And he was with you for over a year.

She’s a little more awkward than him, and smiles, clearly embarrassed. You always knew she was a bit of a coward, if she wasn’t, she would’ve face you, right ?

And that’s when it happened. The decision that would forever change your life.

In this great moment filled with despair and awkwardness.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw that nice stranger who paid for your coffee. The handsome one. He didn’t leave the shop, but instead went to seat at a table that was a little further away than the rest of them.

His eyes were glued to his phone, and you thought : “Well, fuck it, all this can’t get any worst right ?”

You were sort of hoping that, since he had been nice with you once and offered you those twenty dollars without knowing you (although you were very aware it was probably just pity), maybe he could help again ?

Maybe it was the fatigue, the fact you were getting sadder and sadder, that you had a terrible day, and that you just saw two people you loved and who threw you away like you meant nothing (oh but not before being super fake to you, pretending they WEREN’T cheating behind your back)...maybe it was a combination of all of that, that made you act crazy.

But here you found yourself, sitting at that stranger’s table, and saying, as he looked up from his phone clearly surprised :

“How are you guys ? As you can see, I’m great.”

You don’t dare to look at the handsome stranger, and hope he’ll be too stunned to say anything, and you can make your ex-friend and ex-boyfriend feel embarrass enough they’ll leave quickly. But then Monica says something that makes your heart skip multiple beats :

“You...You know Bruce Wayne ?!”

You turn to the man who gracefully paid for your coffee, and your eyes go wide. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. How did you NOT recognize him ?! Of course. Chiseled face, beautiful blue eyes, a suit that was definitely worth your entire year’s salary, a very charming aura...

Your hazy mind full of “fuck this day” didn’t register that THE Bruce Wayne, was the one who helped you out. How did you miss that ? His face had been plastered everywhere in Gotham for the past year, since he came back to the city, in fact.

You hear yourself wish with all your might to be struck by lightning this instant, as the two assholes who hurt you so much are looking at you expectantly and are not about to live (of course, they just met celebrity BRUCE WAYNE !! Could someone be as unlucky as you were today ?!)

And that’s when you hear a chuckle, a beautiful deep chuckle, and finally turn to look at Bruce. He smiles at you, and takes your hand, saying :

“Honey, who are your friends ?”

Your brain go full “ERROR 404″, not quite able to grasp the fact that THE Bruce Wayne just ran with what you were trying to do. How ? How was this possible ? You initially went to sit with him in the hope that Eric and Monica would see you were totally ok and with a hot date, not quite sure still yet how you ever thought this was a good idea and...

It was turning out alright ?!

HOW ?!

“Oh um, I’m..Eric. And this is my gir...This is Monica.”

What a piece of shit. Not even brave enough to call her his “girlfriend” when he cheated on you with her for months and months. You glare at him, unable to stop this gut reaction.

And that’s something Bruce caught.

In fact, as soon as you sat down, avoiding looking at him and nervously looking at those two people, Bruce sort of knew you were in an uncomfortable situation. One that made you take an irrational decision.

And oh, he didn’t like the look Eric and Monica gave you. Like they felt superior as they caught you in a bad moment. Bruce hated, people who thought they were superior to others...

And you clearly seemed in distress and in need of help so...He ran with it.

Bruce had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t enough that it felt natural, to run along with what your hazy mind thought was a good idea.

“Nice to meet you, are you friends with-”

Damn it. He realized he didn’t know your name. Quick thinking saved him, and he managed to keep his tone even, as to hide his hesitation :

“My love ?”

His hand around yours felt warm and reassuring, and you still couldn’t believe that, not only a total stranger, but THE Bruce Wayne was helping you out like that. Especially after you had such a bad day.

Him calling you his “love” made your exes feel very awkward, and they shake their head “no”, suddenly pretending they’re very busy and have to meet up with someone. They leave the coffee shop, clearly stunned, whispering things to each others that you knew were probably : “how did she get a guy like him ?!”

You can’t help but glare at them some more...But then your hand feels cold again, and you realize Bruce let go off it. Well. Duh. Of course he would.

You turn to him, your feature softening, and say :

“Are you an angel ?”

Ah yes. Your defense mechanism. “Humor”.

He chuckles, and says :

“Well, I’m afraid not. My butler would think this is very funny. But thank you.”

Awkwardly, you rub your neck, your free hand nervously turning your cup of coffee clockwise in your palm. You don’t really know how to end this, what : “thanks for that” and leave ?

“Thanks for the coffee. And for um...Saving my ass, just there.”

He smiles, and wow hello white teeth and charming dimples ?!

“You’re very welcome. They looked like they were jerks.”

“Haha oh you have no idea.”

“Glad I could help.”

“Thanks again. Really. This means a lot, especially since we don’t know each others. Well, I know you. Everyone in Gotham does haha. And ok I’m going to leave now, my lunch break is almost over and I don’t want to make this even more awkward.”

You start to rise up, but he holds you back by catching your sleeve, and says :

“Actually miss…?”

“(Y/L/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Miss (Y/L/N), you are kind of saving my life right now.”

“…I am ?”

A flash blinds you. Not a lightning, a camera flash. You turn, just in time to see a guy hastily hiding a camera and running away.

“What the...”

“A paparazzi. Good timing, for once.”

“Huh ?”

You wish you had some witty come back, or would just know what to say. But you’re confused. And this has been a really weird day.

“I am sorry if this will seem forward, or like I helped you wanting something in exchange. But I promise I will make it worth your while if you just sit back down and listen to me for a few minutes.”

You sit back down. More because you’re unsure your leg can still support you in this moment, than because he asked you to. With a smile he continues :

“Thank you. So. Let me explain a little, and again, sorry if this is too forward. If you don’t want to help of course, I would understand. I’m about to ask you something rather odd, I guess. And I’ll clear things up with paparazzis. I also promise I did not help you with your “friends”-”

“They’re not my friends.”

“I figured that much. And I promise I didn’t help you with them and ran with whatever you were trying, just so I could ask you this.”

“Ask me what ?”

“Well, you see…it’s arranged marriage season.”

“What ?”

“Every year, every single rich family try to make me marry their single daughters. It’s a very tiring season, but I’ve never been able to avoid it…I thought about having a fake fiancee before but could never find the right person.”

What he says does not register with you. His clear proposal doesn’t hit your brain. And you just stare at him, waiting for him to keep going. But he doesn’t, and by the way he looks at you, you slowly starts to understand where he’s getting at.

You gasp, now pretty sure this is all a dream (or a nightmare) and say :

“And I’m the right person ?”

“Well, yes. You seem to be a...“normal” person.”

“…Thanks.”

“In that case it’s good. It’s very good. It means that if I’m dating you, a woman that has nothing to bring me, then it must be true love.”

“Wow, stop with the flatteries already mister Wayne, I can’t handle it…”

Ah, your slight wits are back. Good sign that you’re regaining your senses. Everything that happened in the last ten minutes still feel like a bad dream, but you’re back in reality now.

“No no no, I didn’t mean it in a demeaning way ! But it’s just, you’re not rich, and you’re not famous or have political ties. You’re just a regular person. So they won’t think I’m trying to trick them, even if I am, do you know what I mean ?”

“Gotcha. My broke ass person cannot bring you any value, so it must be love and not just an arranged thing they can break. Cool.”

There’s a slight silence. And you find it a little fun, to play a little bit with the famous Bruce Wayne. He seemed so confident and cocky on TV, you never thought you’d be able to make him look so guilty.

“I’m sorry if I offended you.”

He says, clearly meaning it. But you shake your head and smile at him (and oh why does he feel his heart tightening slightly at your smile ?), and reassure him instantly (you feel a little bad, actually, to mess with him while he did just really do a huge favor to you while he had no obligations to) :

“Haha, just messin’ around with ya Mster Wayne. I’m not bothered by it, it’s the truth. I’m really broke, and I don’t think you could find more “regular” than me right now. So, and because you really did save my ass from an extremely displeasing experience back there. And also because you allowed me to see those assholes’ face of surprise and “how did she manage that ?!”, tell me more about your plan, and let’s see if I can help you back.”

And so Bruce starts to explain to you how, every year, this beginning of Fall is the worst time ever, as it’s a moment where everyone seems to want to marry off their daughter. And of course, Bruce Wayne is a good “party”.

The plan was fairly simple. You’d fake a relationship with him, so he could avoid all of this, and in exchange...Well. You’d gain a lot in exchange.

This is how you started to really feel like you had fallen into a “romcom” by accident...You and Bruce, became an actual living trope.

************

“And then when the “marrying season” is done, you can break it off.”

“I ?”

“Well yes, I can assure you you’ll gain quite a rep if you break up with me haha.”

You raise an eyebrow, unsure you like that sort-of overly confident side of him. But you can see something behind his eyes, like a slight unsureness as he looks back at you, trying to see if you’ll agree or not.

“I don’t really need a “reputation”.”

Breaking up with THE Bruce Wayne himself. For sure people would talk about it a lot, and maybe it would help open some doors for you ? But you felt a little odd taking advantage of this like that.

Seeing that he hadn’t convinced you quite yet, he adds :

“Of course, I will pay you.”

What kind of Pretty Woman sort of nonsense was this ?! You were about to protest when he added, realizing how he sounded :

“I mean, you ARE doing me a great service. You ARE going to have to act, you know ? An...actual job ? And I will be honest with you, it won’t be easy, to find yourself in the public eye. I think it definitely justify a salary.”

Put that way, you had to admit that, well, yeah it sort of did. Especially since you knew how crazy tabloids were about Bruce Wayne. Becoming his “girlfriend” would definitely put you on the front lines.

“And it would truly help me tremendously.”

Your grandma always said it : “True joy comes out from helping others !” So. What if you benefit from it a little ? If it helps you financially, and you can get a little network out of it ? First rule of Alchemy (what a weeb) : “equivalent exchange” ! Plus, he did really help you with your coffee, but also with Eric and Monica so...

And hey, this gap year was meant to help you find what and who you wanted to be. Help you go through this little twenty-something crisis. And this ? Living a literal romantic comedy cliche by faking being someone’s girlfriend ? Well, it definitely felt like the kind of adventure that could help you figure things out.

With a smile, you finally nod and shake his hand, not knowing quite yet in which mess you actually put yourself into...

Briefing.

Like every “secret mission”, this one too needed a “briefing”.

A little meeting to put all the rules down, and the goals too.

And here you were, feeling very out of place in a huge conference room in the biggest and tallest building in Gotham : “Wayne Tower”.

The concierge stared at you for a very long time, when you said you were there to see Mister Wayne. No “nobody” like you ever called for his boss.

Suspicious, as it was his job, he called security on you...Until it was finally cleared up that you DID have a meeting with Bruce Wayne !

Both the concierge, and the security guys, stared at you as you left to take the elevators they indicated to you, wondering who the hell had the kind of credentials to go all the way up there to see their boss ?! They didn’t recognize you from anywhere, not a model, not a famous politician or CEO, just...A regular person ?

That was odd. And they noticed, it was odd. Which you assumed was what Bruce was aiming for, but it felt so awkward, to walk through this huge hall under their scrutiny.

You finally arrived on the right floor, and oh look, some more staring.

From his secretary, this time. She was used to see women coming to see her boss. But they’d usually wear Prada, and have plunging necklines full of pearls and fanciness. They weren’t...like you.

You felt like it was easy, to know that you were just a “normal” person. You were definitely not wearing any designer clothes, and you were pretty sure the way you carried yourself made you super obvious.

Hence all the staring. You could clearly see in her eyes, that she was wondering who the hell you were...

She had her answer when Bruce came out of his office, and made a gesture as if he was going to throw his arm around your waist, and kiss you (which made you downright panic). But then, he looked awkwardly at his secretary, and instead just shook your hand.

Something that DID NOT go unnoticed by his secretary.

You saw how her eyes widen, and how she clearly hitched to take her phone out and call everyone...and you realized Bruce did this awkward thing because he knew his secretary, and her tendency to be a little gossipy.

You’d discover later, in fact, that he hired her entirely because he knew if he said something, she would pick up on it and it would help him control rumors and such. Clever.

For the moment though, he took you to a large conference room with huge windows.

“I’m sorry for the weird “hello” back there, I wanted Shirley to think I was embarrassed to display affection to you in front of her. Usually, I do not mind at all. So doing it would make her think that-”

“I’m someone special to you.”

“Exactly !”

He smiles widely as you understood his plan (not sure how you felt about it, then again, that’s why you were here for, making sure you knew where both of you stood in all this), and then tells you he’ll be back in a few minutes.

You have time to feel anxious and stressed before he finally comes back.

“Sorry for the wait.”

“Oh no, I bet you’re a busy man.”

“Yes well. Anyway. Let’s get to it shall we ?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. So. I thought we’d settle sort of a little contract, so neither of us ever feel uncomfortable ?”

“Sounds good, mister Wayne.”

“Yes well first, please call me Bruce.”

“Only if you call me (Y/N).”

Oh and you two were still on the path of “romcom cliches”, with this conversation. He smiles, nods, and continues :

“Ok, then I thought we could-”

And so your fake relationship started, with some little ground rules. Like he could only kiss you after you gave him permission, if you ever felt overwhelmed everything would be called off, etc etc.

Most rules were in your favor, to be honest. And WOW the paycheck he was going to give you for this little farce...Hey, maybe this gap year was finally gonna get interesting ?

Meeting the Little Buddy.

It was sort of necessary. By then, Dick had been his son, officially, for a few months. He wasn’t calling him “dad” yet (and Bruce didn’t particularly want him to, at the time...ah but everything change one day, right ?), but they were already family.

And it was a needed step.

It wasn’t in the little “contract” you made, and honestly you could’ve refused to meet him but...Well, you liked kids. In another life, it felt like you could’ve been a teacher (A/N : AH, like in this story ;) : “Can you be my dad’s girlfriend, please ?” ).

And you’d feel awkward, to fake a relationship and not ever meet his boy.

The first time he saw you, it was at the Wayne Tower, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed :

“Wow you’re so pretty ! Are you Bruce’s girlfriend ? You’re too good for him, you know.”

You could feel your heart melt, how adorable this little guy was, right ? You chuckled, and almost full on laughed as you saw how vexed Bruce was by the comment.

Not that he thought he was too good for you, no, he was just a little unhappy his son was stealing the show, and thought he couldn’t land someone like you...Oh but that, you couldn’t guess at the time, of course.

“Nice to meet you, Dick. I’m (Y/N). And...I’m not really his girlfriend.”

“Can you be mine then ?”

You laugh again. You and Bruce had decided to tell him the truth, Bruce assuring you that kid was good at pretending too. You answer :

“No, I’m saving him from marriage proposal.”

“Oooooh !”

Good at pretending. Dick had no idea what you were on about, but he was very good at acting as if he knew.

It’s only way later, that he finally got it. By then, he already accepted you as : “his dad’s girlfriend”, and even knowing the truth, there was no way to change his mind. And to be honest, out of everyone, little Dick Grayson was probably the most aware of what the situation truly was.

He had a knack, to notice how people felt.

A “family” outing.

Two months in, and it was going GREAT. Faking a relationship was actually pretty easy. All you had to do was hanging out with him (and he was very nice to hang out with), and when a paparazzi was around, quickly kiss his cheek, or hold his hand, or let him put his hand in your hair...All those cute things new couples do.

Today was one such small date.

You could see Bruce was nervous, though.

After hanging around with him that many times, you started to know him a little better. Started to know he wasn’t really that persona he portrayed publicly.

He was actually quite a dork. What a pity, nobody else would ever know his real self...Yet, it made you happy you were one of the few in on the secret.

“Ok, out with it mister, what’s up ?”

He looks at you with such surprise in his eyes, as if it was the first time someone guessed what he was feeling...and, well, yes. It was. It was the first time someone who wasn’t Alfred got it. Someone realized something was on his mind. And asked him about it, didn't just ignore and move on. Actually cared to know.

“I-Um...”

“Well ? Come on, I think literally nothing can surprise me by now, given you know, I’m faking a relationship with a billionaire, and it’s like, my job now.”

He smiles, and he couldn't possibly know how soft his look was, as he gazed at you.

“I...well, people don’t quite believe in us because-”

“WHAT ?! With all the “dates” and kisses and lovey dovey shit we did ?!”

He chuckles at your reaction, loving how honest you always were, and adds :

“The problem apparently is that you weren’t seen with my son yet, so many don’t believe we’re serious.”

“Oh...”

You met Dick. Because it felt like a necessary step to yours and Bruce’s scheme. And you knew he knew this was all fake...But neither of you wanted to confuse the boy in any way so he was kept mostly out of the plan.

“I talked to him, and it’s actually really up to wether you’re comfortable with it or not. I know he wasn’t part of our contract, and I should’ve probably thought about it, I’m sorry. But um...If you’re ok with it, we could..Do things with him, too ?”

Bruce is really nervous; And you’re pretty sure no one but you (and maybe Alfred) ever saw him like that. It’s kind of...sweet. But you let the silence linger for too long and he hurries to say :

“You really don’t have to ! It’s ok if they don’t think we’re that serious and I get some proposals. I can manage ! You’re still a great help right now. It was just an idea. Dick is a very social kid, he would go along with anything and loves to do activities outside. He would be fine. But if you’re not then we can-”

“No. No no it’s...It’s ok Bruce. The few time I saw him, Dick did seem absolutely a peach to be around. And I always have fun with you, so sure, let’s organize a little something and show those bastards we’re totally real.”

You chuckle a little, your smile and carefree face making his heart skip a beat, for some reasons...Bruce also decided to ignore how happy it made him, to know you were always glad to be with him, and instead, he smiled and settled a date.

************

And here you were. In one of Gotham’s biggest park, opening a basket full of delicious sandwiches made by the one and only Alfred. Pretending to have a great family outing.

“Hey, hey look !”

Dick was absolutely amazing, at acting as if you were really a thing. As if you were really a “family”. Right now, he was doing flips and cartwheels, demanding your attention with avidity.

Bruce made sure to always hide his face from pictures (he was GREAT at noticing where paparazzis were hiding, a life of practice, you assumed), as he wanted to keep as much as he could his son’s privacy (especially after he made all the headlines when he lost his parents).

It was quite adorable. And...You were really having fun.

Dick was such a lively kid, and he was full of talents. The food was good, and it was so comfortable around Bruce. It felt so natural.

This wasn't all that bad. To fake being a family. A good use of your gap year, really.

You purposefully decided to ignore the glint in the boy’s eyes. The way you sort of suspected for him, this was getting real, and not only pretend.

You and Bruce purposefully ignored it, actually. And you both felt shitty for it. Because not only were you risking to break that little boy’s heart when it was all over but...It was too hard to accept that maybe, maybe he was right.

And that all of this ? Might’ve not been as fake as you’d love to repeat yourself.

First Official outing.

First gala. You were terrified. So far all you had to do was hang out with Bruce in the afternoon, there and there. It mainly consisted in him buying you coffee, and keeping the addiction to caffeine real, while talking about anything that would come to your mind. The conversations between you two was always fluid and pleasant.

Or you’d go out with him and Dick, to do some fun things like mini-golf or catching a movie. Nothing too big and scary. It was mainly just you guys, no one else.

It seemed like he knew where the paparazzis would be (most likely because he was “anonymously” tipping them off himself), and he’d take you on random short dates when he had time in between his work, slowly fueling the rumors Bruce was not a heart to steal anymore.

And that he was dating a “commoner” ! (He hated this name for you, while you really didn’t mind that much).

And this gala, was what made it completely official. Finally. It was your idea, to take things “slow”, and hang out with him and his son BEFORE hanging out in public areas like this.

It was clever, really. To make it seems like you were trying to “hide” your relationship by being low-key, to then finally announce everything in public like that, at such an event.

Bruce went to get a drink for the both of you, and you were looking around you, horrified at the mere idea that someone would come talk to you.

But for some reasons, nobody seemed to dare. Maybe Bruce made sure that people would leave you alone ? Even as if you were clearly the talk of the evening, all eyes on you, and not even trying to be subtle ?

You knew he did the same with little Dickie. That he made sure he was safe from the paparazzi and that no unsolicited journalist would come around him.

Thinking of it, where was the little one ? Usually, according to Bruce, whenever there was a gala he would spend his entire time near the food table, eating as much as he could, and he would come home feeling nauseous because of it...Haha sounded like Dick alright. That kid was so-

Oh oh.

Who was that sleazy looking gal talking to him ? He seemed so uncomfortable, yet too polite to brush her off...Oh no, she wasn’t one of them, was she ?

Without thinking twice about it, wether it was your place to do what you were about to do or not, you resolutely walked towards them.

“-Think it’s because he relates to you ? As both of you lost your parents in horrific situations, you know ?”

“I-I don’t know m’am.”

When you saw Dick’s distressed face, and his eyes slowly filling with tears, there was no doubt in your mind.

This woman was not supposed to be there, and was definitely not supposed to talk to that child...

This woman was a - shiver of disgust- tabloid journalist.

Your blood boiled as you saw her take a picture of the teary eyed Dickie, and you were standing protectively in front of him before you could even think about it. When you felt the boy clutch to your sleeve, hiding behind you and holding on for dear life, you knew you wouldn’t regret it.

“Can I ask you why you’re talking to that boy, please ?”

“What, it’s illegal to talk to fellow guests now ?”

“Lady, you’re well in your thirties. He’s eight. You have no right talking to him. Not only is it weird, but I know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, and pray tell, what am I doing, lovey ?”

“You’re trying to get a story out of him. And you should be ashamed of yourself. He’s eight ! And from what I heard, you were asking some very disgusting things back there !”

“I-”

“Shut up.”

Your words came out harsh and determined, and the woman was so shocked she stayed silent for a while. You crouch down to Dick’s level, and ask :

“Are you ok, my little buddy ?”

He nods weakly, and then burst into tears as he launches himself in your arms, clinging to you tightly. You turn your head towards the woman, glaring at her so fiercely she doesn’t dare to take a picture of the scene, even as she knows she could sell them for a golden price.

“You should be ashamed of yourself. He’s just a child !”

The woman was about to say something else, something you knew would fuel your anger further, when Bruce arrived, and it was clear from his face that he was not happy.

A quick look to you holding his crying son in your arms, and to the lady with the camera in her hands, and he understand what happened. With a cold voice you never heard him use before, he says :

“I suggest you leave the area now, before I force you to.”

There was something almost scary, in his demeanor. Almost like...No. Impossible. In any case, you didn’t worry about it much, drawing soothing circles with your hand on Dick’s back, trying to calm him.

People around quickly stopped staring as they met Bruce’s assassin glare. It was not secret, that he was very protective of his son. And of his new girlfriend, apparently.

You picked the little boy in your arms (Dick, at the time, was still so tiny), and Bruce comes closer, trying to soothe him too. And it really looked like all this was real...

Dick fell asleep in Bruce’s arms shortly after that, and was still there when it was time for the gala official pictures. Not wanting to wake him up, for once, Bruce allowed people to photograph the boy, as long as they did not frame his face.

He laid his free hand on the small of your back, and just like you got used to those past months, you pretend to be head over heels for him and have one of your own arm around his waist.

“Would you please allow me to kiss you on the cheek, for the cameras ?”

His question is so sweet, softly whispered in your ears. And you felt like a tease tonight, and maybe a little tipsy too. You tell him :

“On the cheek only ? Let’s give them a show no ? Let them forget about what happened with Dick.”

Of course, you’re only joking, but there’s a light in Bruce’s eyes you haven’t seen before and...It disappears quickly. He chuckles, of that low chuckles that would charm anyone in the world, and says :

“I don’t want to force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to. Actually kissing me, I realize, might be too much.”

You know he caught on your joke, but you can’t brush off that light in his eyes that ignited when you suggested to kiss him...You don’t know why, and it feels you’re not controlling your own words, as you hear yourself say :

“Oh because kissing you would be such a horrible thing wouldn’t it ? Oh my, you’re only one of the handsomest man in Gotham, a rather attractive fella, how could I handle kissing you ? So disgusting !”

Your tone is teasing, and a little bit challenging. He catches on that, too. He answers :

“But I am merely here to serve. I will do as you wish. You only have to say the words.”

His smile fills your vision. His face. And the way he softly holds your waist, even as his other arms is carrying his son (the man was BUILT). And you think...Well, fuck it ! It was time for the first (fake) kiss, right ?

Right here, in front of the cameras, where everyone was seeing you. Making it go full circle. Making it “official”.

“Kiss me then, if you dare.”

You simply say. Releasing a breath you were unaware you were keeping in. And he feels his heart squeeze, and as if he’s sweating a bit. When was the last time he was nervous about kissing a woman ?

He couldn’t remember.

And then he kisses you, the flashes of cameras slowly fading away as his lips melt onto yours.

Wow. What a perfect, and nice, first kiss.

As fake as it might be.

Your room.

Your room at Wayne Manor was bigger than your entire apartment.

You and Bruce decided that sometimes, so you wouldn’t raise any suspicion, you’d sleep at the Manor. Paparazzi were so on top of everything, it would seem weird if he was in a “committed relationship” and you never slept at his place.

So Alfred settled a room for you.

Oh. Alfred ! You met him not long ago, and he was the best !

It felt like he could magically guess what you wanted when you wanted it, and magically appeared with that warm cup of tea you craved, or that meal you’ve been thinking about all day.

But beyond that, he was genuinely nice and made sure to make you as comfortable as possible. He showed you around, and his conversation was so pleasant !

You could actually see a lot of Bruce in him. Or, rather, it was evident that Alfred had raised Bruce most of his life, because they had a lot of similar mannerism, and were both kind and caring (Ah, imagine if Superman knew what you thought of Bruce, how crazy it’d sound to him eh ? But of course, that you’d discover way WAY later).

You never went to explore much when it was time to go to bed, too afraid to get lost. This place was huge, and you never quite had a good sense of orientation.

One could only wonder, what would you have discovered if you ever dared to wake up during the night, and explore his home ?

Build a Bear.

Sometimes, Bruce really had to wrack his brain for original date ideas. Ever since he came back to Gotham, his dating days consist of pretending to sleep with every model in the World.

He’d take them to fashion shows, to galas, to charity events...All very public places, unsuitable for a “serious” relationship like he was hoping to make yours and his pass for.

Enter : Clever little Dickiebird, who always had an idea (and who might’ve been the best wingman someone like the Batman needed...that, of course, he’d discover it way, WAY later) :

“You can take her to a build a bear !”

“Build...a bear ?”

“Yeah, you know. You go and you make your own teddy bear !”

“I do know, I took you to get Chester - the name of Dick’s favorite plushie toy now, and maybe with which he slept-. But...For a date ?”

“What ? It’s cute and intimate !”

“Huh ?”

It has been a long time, since Alfred Pennyworth had to hold his laughter in that hard, and try to stay impeccably neutral. And there, faced with his master Bruce, who was known as the “ultimate womanizer”, the “perfect playboy”, and who was currently taking advice from his eight years old son...It was really hard to keep a straight face.

It was also incredibly adorable. Especially how Bruce seemed to genuinely listen to the little one, unaware that he seemed actually way too interested for things just to be for his “fake relationship” to be more convincing.

Not that Alfred was going to tell Bruce anything.

“Dick, you know (Y/N) isn’t really my girlfriend, right ?”

The way the boy talked about taking you to a date, felt to Bruce like he was forgetting this was all fake. And it was important to remind him.

But Dick had to invoke all the efforts in the world to not roll his eyes as to say : “sure she isn’t”, by now, it was oh so obvious to everyone but you and Bruce that there was a very real thing forming between you two.

Instead, he said :

“But you’re suppose to make the public really believe it right ? If you take her to build a bear, I can assure you they will think you guys are the real deal.”

Bruce pondered this for a little bit, and realized that his son was right. It did seem like a cute and intimate date to bring your girl to, even if she was your fake girl...

Ah. Bruce forgot his own words. “Dick is great at pretending.” He is. He really is. Just like right now, he was pretending his idea was completely innocent, while he knew it would bring you two ever so closer.

That whenever you’d see those bears you were going to build in your home, you’d think of one another. And remember fondly of the memory.

And oh. Oh that boy was right.

Your bear was sitting proudly on your couch, and every time you saw it, you remembered how clumsy Bruce had been, filling his own bear up. And how cute he was, carefully thinking of his options.

And every time Bruce saw his own bear, that Alfred, for some reason, settled in the Batcave on the “trophy shelves” (and for some reason Bruce didn’t take it off of it...), he couldn’t help but think how he had genuine fun that day.

Genuine fun, for the first time in what felt like ages. And how your smiling and giggling face didn’t seem to leave his mind, whenever he saw that bear...

Conniving traitors.

“We both agree, he’s in love with her right ? He’s just too dense to realize it.”

“Oh yes, young Master Richard, he definitely is. And he is dense, at times.”

“Should we do anything ?”

“No more than what you’re already doing.”

“Which is ?”

“Which is continuing to push them in the...Right direction.”

“Oh ! I get it ! I’ll keep going Al’!”

“And I’m sure you’ll make miracles, young master.”

Dick’s smile to the old butler was so pure and happy, that Alfred had a hard time keeping his composure once again.

And oh. Oh how he wish they were right, and that his Master Bruce would FINALLY allow himself to be happy...

Rumors and Truth

Bruce was just a tiny bit older than you. 24, according to his wikipedia page.

And you couldn't help but be a little jealous, as you were looking at the page to re-enroll yourself in Gotham’s university, knowing he was done with college.

Then again, he was obviously a genius and would’ve been done faster than you anyway, even if you were the same age, since he finished his PhD just the year before, while most people don't even START their doctorate until they're around 23/24.

Mmmm. Made you think. Was this just yet another rumors about the man ?

Maybe not, after all it was proven he started college at age 14, and in Ivy Leagues ones, all across the world.

From Cambridge, to Oxford, without forgetting La Sorbonne (A/N : by the way, this is canon haha, Bruce really did start college that early and went to many different places, and honestly, is anyone surprised ?).

This wasn't really something you absolutely couldn't believe, compared to other crazy rumors about him. And you knew he WAS smart.

By then, you couldn't count how many things were circulating about him, and how hard it was to know the truth from just plain old rumors.

He had over a thousand lovers, he had MORE than one PhD (impossible, right ?), he had died once but survived somehow, he was part of a cult, he often lost his status as a billionaire because he gave so much money to charities and such, but his companies meddled in so many areas that his bank account was always filled more and more…

Honestly that last part didn't really surprise you. You saw him gave his money away to things he cared about (like education and medical care) without a second thoughts, so the fact he constantly oscillated between "billionaire" and "multi-millionaire" didn't really surprise you, not when you knew him like you did now.

You totally trusted the rumors that said that by now, he gave away more than he currently owned. It sounded like him alright…But how to know the truth from the downright crazy ? Did he really have a PhD or was this just an addition to how special and different Bruce Wayne was in Gotham ? What kind of PhD did he have anyway ? 1000 lovers, really ?!

So many questions. And not a lot of answers. Even if you grew closer (as friends, of course), Bruce was still somewhat of a mystery to you.

He never really tried to dismiss rumors, even the bad ones (unless they touched his son). Which made you wonder if they were true or not. And you really, really, for some reasons, wanted to know more about him...

“Is something the matter ?”

He asks. Oh goddamn you, day dreaming on one of your regular “coffee date”.

You shake your head, sipping on your drink and say :

“Was just thinking about...Tabloids.”

“Ah.”

He frowns. For understandable reasons.

“I was just thinking about wether some rumors were true or not.”

“What do you think is not true ?”

“I don’t really know, and you never really say a rumor is false so it’s hard to know.”

“Do you want to know anything in particular ?”

Bruce knows it’s dangerous, to let you enter his private life like that. There’s a reason, after all, why he never dismisses any rumors.

It helped build his fake persona, and take away any suspicions that he might be the infamous Batman.

But he felt weak, around you. As if he just wanted to please you, no matter what. Sometimes, he felt dangerously close to just tell you : “ask me anything and I’ll tell you the truth”, even if it meant revealing his night activities...

Crazy, right ?

He knew it was. And that he shouldn’t let it happen. Yet here he was, asking if you wanted to know something. Craving your attention. It felt so unlike him. But...You seemed to unlock a certain part of him.

The one that didn’t die with his parents, and remained hidden. The one that was the old little Bruce, full of hope, honesty and happiness. Full of wish for the future...Even if he knew there was none.

“How was college, for you ?”

You hear yourself asking, really wondering if it was true he was 14 when he started, and if it was...How different you guys were, right ? You were 21 right now, and taking a gap year after two years of college...When he was your age, he had already finished a master (or even maybe two).

"My college years were actually pretty boring, and unlike some rumors say, weren't particularly wild. I was really young."

"Ah, I heard the rumors."

"Those are true, I'm afraid haha."

"Afraid ? You're a genius !"

Which is why you found, more and more, his "himbo" persona to be odd. WHat was Bruce Wayne trying to hide ? Mmm…

Bruce recognized that look in your eyes. The look of someone who was onto something, and it was too frightening to let it happen. So he said :

"Yes well, I feel I missed a lot, during those years. Which is why I make it up now hahaha !"

His boisterous laughter seemed genuine, and totally fooled you. You couldn't always be on top of everything eh ? And this, did answer your question about his himbo persona…Oh, Bruce was good.

And he knew it. He trained for years, to make sure nobody would ever even suspect him to be Batman.

But he had to be careful with you. He knew it. It was obvious. You weren't that easy to fool…

The Day Batman saved you.

The fact he had to be careful with you was confirmed not long after. When, as Batman, he came to your rescue.

He should’ve known, that even with a voice changer, and a mask covering most his face, plus a demeanor that was completely different from his usual one, you’d still get suspicious...He should’ve known because he, by then, knew you quite well.

But, what ? Was he suppose to just let you get mugged ?

He couldn’t.

Even if in the grand scheme of things, it would’ve been better, and he would definitely intervene if it got too rough...He couldn’t.

He couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt, or feeling distressed.

He knew this was stupid. That he shouldn’t get so attached. That muggings weren’t really his area of expertise, that to stop them, he had to hit the big bosses. He knew. Small thugs weren’t his target. He had a much bigger vision. And rationally, he should be somewhere else right now.

Yet he couldn’t resolve himself to. Because, and that was a dangerous thought and feeling, he was in l-

“Why are we spying on your girlfriend ?”

Dick’s voice takes him out of his reveries, good. It WAS getting dangerous. Still keeping you in his field of vision (you were slowly going back to your apartment, a few minutes still, and he could leave to do other things knowing you were safe and sound in your home), he answered :

“We’re not spying on her, we’re making sure she’s safe. And she’s not my girlfriend, you know that.”

“Oh yeah ? We’ve been following your “totally not girlfriend” since the night started, awfully looks to me like we’re um, you know, stalking her.”

“We’re not.”

“Suuuuuuuuuure.”

Bruce gives an annoyed look to his son, who had way too big a smug face right now, and says :

“The night is calm, if something comes up we’ll go. But right now, it’s alright. And it has been made official, that she and I are a couple.”

“Fake couple.”

“Fake one to us, not to the public eye.”

“Ooooooh !”

Connections were quickly made in the boy’s head, and he understood why they were following her. After all, this was Gotham. And if THE Bruce Wayne had ONE known lover...Well, it was easy to know it’d attract some nasty business.

Dick was about to make a smug remark of which he had a talent for, when it happened. He pointed at you, fear in his eyes, and Bruce focused your way again.

“Stay here.”

“What why ?! I wanna help her too !”

“Because she’s too smart not to put two and two if she sees you with me. She knows us in our day lives. She’ll recognize us for sure, if we’re together.”

“Oh...”

“Just stay still, ok ?”

“Ok.”

Without a second thought, Bruce jumped down in the street down below, under Dick’s worried eyes. If anything happened to you, he knew his dad would never be the same again.

And he knew he couldn’t bear to lose yet another person he cared about. Even loved. Yes. Yes Dick loved you, as if you really were part of his family...

The months of “faking” family outings made it so. Your worst fear happened. Dick was getting attached, hardcore. And he really hoped you and Bruce would figure out you were actually in love with each others before the end of your “contract”, and before his sometimes very dense dad would decide to let you go...

For now though, he was anxiously looking at Bruce making his way to you, after he spotted a suspicious group of men genuinely stalking you.

************

“Hey pretty girl, can we talk ?”

You stop in your track, turning around, cursing yourself for not having the instinct to just take off running. Oh. But you can see at least one of them has a gun. You can’t run faster than a bullet...

“Ah it is you, isn’t it ?”

You don’t answer, knowing what they mean. Bruce sort of warned you against this. But you didn't take his warnings seriously, and here you were, going home at night, something he definitely told you not to do.

You just couldn’t sleep that night, and needed a walk...And here you were.

“You’re gonna come nicely with us, right ?”

“I dont’ think so.”

Uh ? You’re pretty sure that weird robotic voice wasn’t yours. Even if that’s exactly what you wanted to say. And that’s...oh wow.

That’s when you see him. Batman.

Immediately, the atmosphere grow even tenser. And you can see the thugs who wanted to take you with them fearfully looking at him.

“This has nothing to do with you Batman, leave us alone, we didn’t do anything wrong !”

“It has everything to do with me. Leave.”

“We have to-You don’t understand. We have to take her to-”

“Nowhere. Leave.”

Even if he was protecting you, you had to admit that, that dude was frightening. He had his back to you, and even then, he looked so intimidating and tall and broad...

Bruce was tall and broad too. But he was soft and sweet, not scary at all.

“OH MY GOD LOOK OUT !!”

One of the thug had a gun pointed at Batman. Right at his head. He didn’t have the time to enforce his helmet yet, and if he shot around his mouth, he was done for...

A rock coming out of nowhere hit the thug right in the face.

Coming out of nowhere ? To you, maybe. But Bruce knew that this was little Dickie’s doing. “Robin always has Batman’s back”, he said often...

For the time being, the one taking his gun out being knocked out triggered a “fight or flight” reaction in the others, and as two took off running (and were mysteriously hit by rocks too, knocking them out), three decided to attack Batman.

Bad move.

Very bad move.

In a matter of second, it was over.

He turns to you, and it’s hard to discern any emotions with his lighted eyes and mask. He asks :

“Are you alright, (Y/N) ?”

“How-How do you know my name ?”

“Well, you’re Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend, right ?”

There was no hesitation in Bruce’s voice as, as soon as he pronounced your name, he knew he messed up...but he trained himself to think quickly. And this “fake” relationship was a perfect excuse, of course. Everyone in Gotham knew about you two, by now.

“Oh, right, ok.”

You seemed a bit disappointed, and Bruce couldn’t quite understand why...

It only hits him later, as he was going to bed, why you looked like that. And it made hi heart beat widely. Because he was pretty sure that it was because you sort of hoped Bruce talked to “Batman about you...Oh...Oh this was getting dangerous.

But of course, Bruce had a reputation to be the one funding Batman’s gadget (a really good cover for the fact he was actually Batman). So they’d know each others...

But right there and then, as he just saved you, you felt so stupid, hoping that Bruce would’ve talked to you to Batman. Why would he ? How the hell would your name even show up in a conversation between Bruce Wayne and Batman (but oh, if you knew you occupied his thoughts many times, and who he really was, maybe you’d feel less bad ? It was, in a way, Bruce talking about you to Batman, right ?).

You smiled weakly and shyly at this impressive being in front of you, and thanked him one more time. He nods, smiling too (oh ?), and bid you farewell.

Ah. But Bruce didn’t notice your eyes go wide, as he took off with his grappling hook, and you caught the side of his face in a certain light...

Fake ?

"You know, he smiles more when you’re around.”

Dick tells you once, you look at him curiously, as he continues :

“And before you say it’s “all pretend”, let me tell you there’s a difference between this smile and the fake one. Look, that’s how he pretend.”

On that note, he looked at you and smiled widely, exaggeratedly, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. And it was so like how Bruce portrayed himself in public, that it made you chuckle.

It also scared you a little.

Not because there was a possibility Bruce did smile more around you, but because as that little boy was being silly, and now imitating his adopted father further and oh so perfectly...You felt a surge of love for him.

And that wasn’t good.

Because the day, which was coming soon now, you’d have to “dump” Bruce Wayne, you wouldn’t be able to see that little one again...why would you ?

It’d be too weird, right ? Someone like you, once “broken up”, would have no reasons or ways to ever interact with billionaire Bruce Wayne or his son ever again.

That little boy was the sweetest child you ever met. He suffered a great loss so early in his life, and there he was, making you laugh and being nice by saying you made his dad genuinely smile.

It hurt, to know that one day, you wouldn’t see him again. That he’d grow up, and you wouldn’t know what he became.

You were sure he was destined to become a great man, and you wished you could see it...No. No this was bad. This was so bad.

“I mean it you know.”

His little voice brings your attention back to him.

“I think you make him happy. With you, it feels he can be himself. He laughs more, really laughs. And it’s often that he tells me “oh this makes me think of (Y/N)” and calls you. He doesn’t need to call you for the fake relationship thing, right ? Yet he does. That means something. I think he likes you.”

You shake your head, smiling at this little boy’s wild imagination. No way. No way was THE Bruce Wayne falling for you in any way. Were you guys becoming real friends ? Sure. But it definitely stopped there. Right ?

Oh but if only you knew Dick had a knack to see this kind of things, and to guess people’s real feelings. If only you knew, that yes, Bruce was starting to fall for you...It would make the next episode way less painful for you.

“Catch me dead before you catch me catching feelings” - You to yourself, a few days before starting a fake relationship with THE Bruce Wayne.

“Fuck you” - You to yourself, almost six months in faking a relationship with Bruce Wayne.

This was...bad.

Soon enough, you and Bruce will break this entire deal off, you will “dump” him, and you’d go on your separate ways. And...

This was bad.

Why ? WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST HANG OUT WITH THIS AMAZING CHARMING MAN AND THAT’S IT ? Why ? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GET OUT THERE AND CATCH....

Catch...

Catch those body shivering “feelings”.

Not just for Bruce though. But for the little buddy too.

You felt yourself fall for Bruce slowly, and as if it was completely out of your control. But you also felt like if Dick wasn't in your life anymore...You wouldn’t feel whole again. Like he was sort of your son, too, by then.

This was so bad. How did you get yourself in this mess ? What was that FIRST rule you gave yourself when all this started ?

Right, “Catch me dead before I catch feelings”. Damn it.

Thanks GOD the “marrying season” was finally coming to an end. Both you and Bruce settled you’d wait a few weeks after it to make your break-up official, so nobody would be tempted to cancel any wedding plans to try and force their daughter onto him.

And it couldn’t happen soon enough.

Being around him now, faking being in love, was torture to you.

Kissing him knowing he felt nothing. Holding his hand in public while you knew in your heart he was just putting a show still. And hanging out with him feeling that you had absolutely no chance of this ever evolving...

It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

And you were slowly hoping you never agreed to being his fake girlfriend. Being a living cliche, the money and the fame were REALLY not worth the heartache.

So not worth it...

The end...?

"Well mister Wayne, it has truly been a pleasure to be your "girlfriend" haha. Seriously, I had a lot of fun, and a little revenge on life. You know, I saw Eric and Monica not long ago. They tried to become my friends again, knowing I was with you. It was great, to ignore them like they ignored them. You’re right, they’re really not worth it. And honestly I still don’t think we’re even after they hurt me like they did but...In the end, they looked so outraged. Win-win, really. Thank you very much."

"Thank YOU, for playing along and doing more than you bargained for. You really saved me a lot of hassle and…I had fun, too."

Your taxi was pulling in front of the Manor, and honked as he parked. Clearly, not a very patient driver.

"Well, see you around, Bruce ! If you're not too busy, you know…I kinda consider you a friend by now ?"

"Me, too."

Bruce lied. A "friend" ? No, it couldn't cover and explain all his feelings for you. A "friend". How ridiculous.

As you walked away, giving him a last smile, Bruce felt a pang in his chest.

A painful and yet happy one. A longing one. One that told him that "friend" wasn't what he wanted to be…Not anymore…

But was there really a future for you and him ? Probably not. His nightly activities would get in the way. You deserve more than the life he could give you. Being his "fake" girlfriend, you only took part in his public matters. Part in a fake world full of nice things, that was far from his actual life.

"Friend", he wished he could be more to you than this.

But he knew.

He knew that for your own good, he had to stay away. And oh, oh how he wished he could be more than just your "friend" or "fake" boyfriend.

Yet he watched as you walked away. Without doing anything.

He watched you leave, and felt the hole in his heart expand a little more. But didn’t try to catch you, or stop you from leaving.

And your taxi was already far, now. On its way to Gotham.

"So you gonna run after her oooor…??"

Dick's little voice takes him out of his reveries.

“Mmm ?”

“(Y/N). Are you gonna run after her, or stand there looking like a sad puppy for the rest of your life ?”

“I do not look like a sad puppy.”

“Yes you do, and you know it. Come on dad, why are you doing this ?”

This was the first time Dick called him dad. Which didn’t go unnoticed to Bruce. It meant...It meant something was definitely happening. He felt it in his heart. Something that was dangerous. Oh so dangerous.

Hope. Like the “old Bruce” had. Hope. Full of it. Before his parents were murdered in front of him, for no reasons. Meaningless.

Hope.

To have a family again. Ah. But...Being with you was impossible. And Dick would be enough. He would. He was already enough...

“How long are ya gonna torture yourself exactly ?”

That boy was too smart for his own good. Bruce said :

“I’m not. I just...I can’t be with her.”

“I cAn’T bE wITh hEr !! ...Why ?!”

“You saw what happened, when it was made official we were together. She almost died.”

“And you saved her. Your point being ?”

“Dick...”

“Don’t -he takes a mock Bruce voice- “Dick” me mister ! You’re afraid to be happy, and I won’t have it. You gave me another chance to have a family. A dad. And I’m not about to let my dad punish himself for feeling good. You told me yourself my parents would like for me to be happy. Well yours would too, you big idiot ! So now, you listen to me.”

Dick, meaning business, jumps on the stairs’ bannister to sort of be on eye level with Bruce, and says, pointing his finger at him :

“You take one of those fancy useless sport car, and you run after her. Capish ?”

There’s a moment of silence. During which Bruce is unsure of what to do. And then...Then he smiles at his son.

His son.

“Capish”, he simply says, and he rushes towards the garage’s entrance, under Dick’s happy look.

Success.

Bruce’s car was leaving the estate, when Alfred joined Dick at the front door.

“You did it, Master Richard.”

“I hope I did !”

“Oh you did. You did. Thank you. Thank you for taking care of my son...”

Dick turned to Alfred, who couldn’t keep a straight face this time. Small tears gathered in the old man’s eyes, and sweet little Dick did not hesitate one second before jumping into his arms and giving him one of his famous “Grayson special” hug.

It’s real.

Back to square one.

You. A bad day. Looking like a mess (this time not because of the rain, but because you cried a lot). Your gap year almost over and still not knowing who you were. With no coffee, but at least, you had a tub of ice cream.

You already missed Bruce. And Dick. And Alfred.

You couldn’t believe those six months of “faking” would end up meaning so much to you, and feel so devastating as they ended.

You wish you had never met Bruce. And that you’d been ridiculed by Eric and Monica, that your life would still be pathetic...Pathetic maybe, but at least, your heart wasn’t completely shattered.

You don’t hear the hurried knocks on your door, at first. Entranced by your own sadness. It’s only when they become loud and insistant you react.

You really hope it’s not a journalist. They sort of tried to talk to you so many times, since you “dumped” Bruce...You knew he made sure that they’d stay away, but some were particularly persistent.

Including that awful woman from the charity, who was asking Dick those horrible questions. “Vicky Vale”, was her name, apparently. What a witch.

Clearly, the knocking wasn’t gonna go away, so you stood up, settled your tub of ice cream on your coffee table, and went to the door, ready to fight if need be.

But there was no need for fights.

At least, not in the literal sense of the term.

“Bruce ?”

He seems out of breath. Incredible, given how in shape he was. He doesn’t really leave you any time to say anything else, as he blurts out :

“I was wrong.”

He blurts out out of nowhere, and you’re even more confused. Before you could ask what was all this about, he adds :

“I was wrong. When I said you were the right person because you were “normal”. You’re everything, BUT “just a regular person”. You’re the most fantastic woman I’ve ever met. You decided to help a total stranger just because. I know I helped you before, but it doesn’t compare to what you did for me. Especially on a matter that seems so silly to me now. You put yourself in a very awkward position for someone you didn’t even know. In front of the public, for a guy like me. You knew I was a “playboy”, and that I could very well use you. Yet you still put up with it. You accepted my son, even as you didn’t have to. Even as, just like me, you are so young. You were nice to Dick, even if all you needed to do was pretend. You’re...You’re...You’re just something else entirely. It feels like you know me, the real me. Like you can read my very soul. Like you’re the only one for me. I’ve known for a long time. I ignored it because I was afraid of what that meant but...but a certain little one made me realize this was time. It’s time to move on. It’s time to allow myself to be happy. And so, here I am.”

Was this...it ? The point of your gap year ? To discover that finding yourself...Meant finding your soulmate ?

It sounded silly. While at the same time, not. Because you felt it. You felt it deep within you. From the moment Bruce handed you that twenty dollars bill, fate was in motion.

You meeting Eric and Monica wasn’t bad luck. It was the opposite. It was the Universe’s push towards your real Destiny.

Towards Bruce.

“You’re not saying anything. Is this bad ? Or does it mean I blew your mind away ? I’m clearly hoping for the latter...”

Over the months, you discovered how huge of a dork Bruce Wayne could be. Even as if there was often a darkness right behind his smiles. Deep within his eyes. You discovered he wasn’t always this cocky arrogant man he portrayed himself to be while in public. How he was actually pretty funny and oh so empathetic. How...How so many things, the list seemed endless in your mind.

And it only added to everything, that he looked so unsure. And so you smile. You just smile at him. And everything you feel is in that smile.

You don’t even realize you’re holding each others now, and that you’re kissing...

It’s not pretend this time.

A real first kiss.

Though maybe all your kisses until now weren’t as fake as you pretended them to be.

In any case, this, right now, is a real kiss alright.

A real one.

Full of all the pent up emotions. Free of all the fear and hurt you both felt as you realized you were in love with the other one, yet you thought things were all “fake”.

Because it wasn't fake. It wasn’t.

“I love you.”

You don’t know who said it first. You, or him. You felt so in sync, that it didn’t matter. What is sure, is that you both said it. Before you closed the door to your apartment, leading him in.

Before you spend the night in each other’s arms.

Bruce not even thinking about going out as Batman..

For the first time in years, he decided to fully embrace being happy.

“You always told me my parents would wish for me to be happy, well yours too !” Dick said. And oh, he was so right.

By the way, I’m Batman. Surprise.

“It’s not like I didn’t know, you know.”

“Huh ?”

Oh. Oh the delight to see that surprised expression on Bruce’s face. It was quite a rare one, really. And as he finally gathered the courage to tell you who he really was, risking losing you in the process but wanting to show you his full self...

It was particularly delightful.

“Busted you on that night you saved me. As if I wasn’t going to recognized that jawline.”

“Wait, really ? I really thought you bought my lies !”

“Well now, you know not to underestimate me.”

“I...Do.”

A natural smile reaches his face, and he approaches you, pulling you to him, and laying a soft kiss on your lips. Feeling fully accepted and loved, like never before. And he could see you-

“Oh NO EWWWWWW !!!”

You pull away from Bruce’s kiss (noticing his slow grumble, displeased to lose your warmth), and look at little Dickie (your son too, now !), staring at you two, looking disgusted.

“Get a ROOOOM !!”

This makes you laugh. A lot. And oh. Oh how would you ever guess, in that moment, that one day, this “get a room !!” said in such a disgusted tone would be the trademark of your children (SIX OF THEM) whenever they’d see you and Bruce display any sort of affection to one another ?

You couldn’t guess, of course. But even in that moment, as you softly laughed, in Bruce’s arms, while looking at your son now making exaggerated noises and acting silly, you knew this...

This was what you’ve been looking for during this gap year.

This was who you were.

Right there.

At the heart of a loving family, even if right now, it was just the three of you (four, let’s not forget Alfred !).

The end.

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And here we are. I hope you liked it ? I feel particularly nervous about this one haha. Don’t hesitate to leave a little comment and reblog :), It’s always greatly appreciated, and encouraging :D. Thanks in advance, and see you soon with a new story !

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There isn't enough appreciation for Elrond's and Isildur's friendship.

I think much of this comes from the movies, where our only image of Isildur is his 'no' and Elrond yelling 'Isildur!', and then we see him die because he dives into the river while running away from a battle because the One Ring falls from his finger. Sure, there is some scroll Gandalf reads, but it only makes Isildur seem even more obsessed with the Ring than he already seemed. Add to that Aragorn's rambling about how he and Isildur share blood and weakness and you've got the perfect receipt for evil Isildur and 'cast it into the fire' memes.

Movie!Elrond's 'men are weak' really isn't helping.

So to start with, I think it is necessary to say that I am talking about book!Elrond and book!Isildur here, and while I don't recall either of them calling the other friend, it's a headcanon I have and it is to some extent supported by the books.

In the chapter The Disaster of the Gladden Fields in Unfinished Tales, Isildur shares a few exchanges with his son, Elendur, that I would like to show here.

Elendur went to his father, who was standing dark and alone, as if lost in thought. 'Atarinya,' he said, 'what of the power that would cow these foul creatures and command them to obey you? Is it then of no avail?'

'Alas, it is not, senya. I can not use it. I dread the pain of touching it. And I have not yet found the strength to bend it to my will. It needs one greater than I know myself to be. My pride has fallen. It should go to the Keepers of the Three.'

And later in the chapter:

'My king,' said Elendur, 'Ciryon is dead and Aratan is dying. Your last counsellor must advise, nay command you, as you commanded Ohtar. Go! Take your burden, and at all cost bring it to the Keepers: even at the cost of abandoning your men and me!'

'King's son,' said Isildur, 'I knew that I must do so; but I feared the pain. Nor could I go without your leave. Forgive me, and my pride that has brought you to this doom.'

Earlier in the chapter, we also get this passage talking about Isildur:

When he at last felt free to return to his own realm he was in haste, and he wished to go first to Imladris; for he had left his wife and youngest son there, and he had moreover and urgent need for the counsel of Elrond.

Nearer to the end of the chapter, when talking about Isildur's death, Tolkien writes this:

There suddenly he knew that the Ring had gone. By chance, or chance well used, it had left his hand and gone where he could never hope to find it again. At first so overwhelming was his sense of loss that he struggled no more, and would have sunk and drowned. But swift as it had come the mood passed. The pain had left him. A great burden had been taken away. There he rose up out of the water: only a mortal man, a small creature lost and abandoned in the wilds of Middle-Earth. But to the night-eyed Orcs that lurked there on the watch he loomed up, a monstrous shadow of fear, with a piercing eye like a star. They loosed their poisoned arrows at it, and fled.

And last from this chapter, this bit about the Ring itself:

It was little more than two years since it had left his [Sauron's] hand, and though it was swiftly cooling it was still heavy with his evil will, and seeking all means to return to its lord.

So what does this tell us? And in addition, where was I coming to with Elrond & Isildur friendship?

1. For all of Isildur's refusal to give up the Ring after the war ended here:

'Alas! yes,' said Elrond. 'Isildur took it, as should not have been. It should have been cast then into Orodruin's fire nigh at hand where it was made. But few marked what Isildur did. He alone stood by his father in that last mortal contest; and by Gil-galad only Círdan stood, and I. But Isildur would not listen to our counsel.

' "This I will have as weregild for my father, and my brother," he said; and therefore whether we would or no, he took it to treasure it.

- The Council of Elrond, Fellowship of the Ring

Isildur realized he was wrong. The Ring was still at its most evil, and it wanted to corrupt him, it wanted to go back to Sauron, yet Isildur resisted enough to be able to almost give up the Ring willingly or at least consider it.

When he was slain, he was already taking the Ring to Elrond. Whether he would have the strength to do it later, he resisted the Ring enough to at least consider it. How many would be able to do so? Of course, there was the factor of the very touch of the Ring paining him, but compared with the Ring's will, that's hardly enough to convince a man to give it up.

And at last, when the Ring slipped from his finger, he did not dive after it. He gave it up, and swam away; and even as the orcs killed him, they killed him a free man.

2. He was bringing the Ring to Elrond. At the very beginning I said this post is about Elrond's and Isildur's friendship, and finally, I am talking about it.

It should go to the Keepers of the Three, Isildur says of the Ring - and for that, he would have to know who the Keepers are, or at least know of someone who knows. And it is said repeatedly that he seeks Elrond's counsel, that he goes to Imladris; did he know Elrond has Vilya?

The location of the Three is one of the greatest secrets kept from Sauron, and it is said many times that almost no one knew of it. Did Isildur know, suspect? In addition to this, Elendur seems to have the same knowledge, which, as he is repeatedly called Isildur's greatest confidant, isn't much of a wonder.

All in all, Isildur either connected the dots well enough to realize that out of all high elven lords, it is Elrond bears a ring of power (and Isildur is clever, this is a possibility); or Elrond was not careful enough and Isildur figured it out from his missteps (which, considering Elrond's experience with cursed jewellery isn't very likely); or Elrond gave him hints on purpose; or he just. Straight up told him.

The last two options seem to be most likely to me, which brings me to Elrond trusting Isildur enough to reveal such a secret to him, which leads me to my Elrond and Isildur are friends agenda.

Should the first option be true, props to Isildur for figuring it out by himself without any clues from Elrond other than him being important. Should Isildur be bringing the Ring to Elrond in hopes that Elrond knows who the Keepers of the Three are, without knowing Elrond is one of them, it still shows Isildur trusted Elrond enough to bring him the Ring even for temporary keeping.

(there is also the matter of whether Isildur knows the other Keepers of the Three, as he mentions them a few times, but never enough to indicate if he knows who they are)

3. Parallels. It is said that Elendil and Gil-galad, the two high kings of their people are friends. Is it really so unlikely that Elrond, Gil-galad's herald (and possibly heir, even though he took no crown), and most trusted advisor besides Círdan; and Isildur, the heir of Elendil the Tall and his second in command, would strike a friendship?

The Isildur we are presented with is both bold and wise - he saves the fruit of the White Tree of Númenor alone because it needs to be done, and then he does it again, and he does it because it's the best for his people. He takes the Ring, and tries to make it listen to him, and realizes he made a mistake; he tries to fix it, and wants to bring it to Elrond.

The Isildur we are presented with has courage, and wisdom, and hope.

Do you know what does this remind me of?

Edain. Their ideals. The reasons why they got the gift of Númenor, greater wisdom, longer lives.

They resisted the evil, no matter how strong; they were loyal, true to their beliefs, brave and courageous.

Elros was chosen as the king of the Edain and really, I highly doubt Edain would choose him as a king just because of his heritage, or because someone told them to do so. Sure, someone could have pointed out Elros to them and say 'hey, look at this dude, he could be a nice king, what do you think?' but in the end, while they might start following Elros because someone else told them, I doubt they would let themselves be led by someone who wasn't the best representation of them. In Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth, Andreth does not shy away from telling Finrod her beliefs, the beliefs of her people. And I don't think that changed with time.

What am I trying to say? I think Elros and Isildur were both similar in many ways, in ways that made them the leaders they were - and that in a way, Elrond saw Elros in Isildur, as well as himself; for Elrond still connected strongly with his mortal kin, and as I mentioned earlier, their political positions were similar.

And while Isildur was his own person and had done things neither Elros or Elrond would have done, and had his own good and bad qualities, it doesn't erase the similarities.

4. Aragorn was raised in Rivendell, by his mother and Elrond and his people. Of all the people there, it is easy to see which ones would influence him the most: Gilraen, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir. It is repeatedly shown how close he was to them. To some extent we may include Glorfindel, for they were friends, but not as much as the above mentioned four.

Now, as Estel, he wasn't aware of his heritage. He is shown to be proud of his heritage, of his descend from Isildur; and yes, this could be a simple pride in one's ancestors. It could have been that he simply liked Isildur as a historical legendary figure and it became greater after he learnt of his descend from him. Or it could have been that he was told many tales of Isildur, of his deeds and personality, and his family, and decided I want to be like him, and like Elendil, even without knowing he was in any way related to them.

And really, when it comes to the above-mentioned people, who would be the most likely to tell him stories of Isildur? Gilraen who only knew him from stories, or Glorfindel who was never mentioned around Isildur in the books, or Elladan and Elrohir, born after Isildur's death, who could have any number of first-hand stories about hundreds of Aragorn's cool ancestors but not Isildur himself?

All I am saying is there is a potential for Elrond to be telling stories of his old friend Isildur and Elendil and Gil-galad to Estel, and Estel loving them.

There is also the fact that in the chapter The Disaster of the Gladden Fields, Elendur, Isildur's son, is said to be very similar to Aragorn. And I love the idea of Elrond's and Isildur's sons paralleling each other, in a strange way, thousands of years apart.

5. In the books themselves, we do no see Elrond speaking about Isildur much. (I checked almost every mention of Isildur in most of my Tolkien books. So yeah.) On the Council of Elrond, Elrond talks about Isildur the most, but it is mainly in historical manner and 'the Ring should have been destroyed that day' manner, as you can see in the passage from the book I mentioned above in point 1.

This doesn't tell us much about their relationship, much less their friendship - and thus as a source for my image of them as friends, I give the place to The Disaster of the Gladden Fields, thinking they would make a good duo, and the potential of how Isildur's death may have had affected Elrond.

Isildur's death was unexpected. No one expected the road not to be safe - there is a reason why Isildur and his men were unprepared for a battle. They were simply journeying on a familiar road, to Rivendell and then Arnor. Not even the Orcs that ambushed them knew of the Ring. In Rivendell, they learnt of what happened only thanks to Ohtar, Isildur's squire who survived; and even then, the specific circumstances of his death were not revealed until Aragorn found Elendilmir and the chain which bore the Ring among Saruman's things.

In all honesty, I don't think even Elrond knew Isildur planned on giving him the Ring. I do not doubt he expected him, for his wife and youngest son were in Imladris - but I found no reason as to why he might know of Isildur's plans with the Ring.

That could give him a reason to speak ill of Isildur, couldn't it? Yet when he speaks of him, he only speaks of facts and what should have been done - he doesn't call Isildur too weak to give up the ring, or power-hungry, or proud - and by the latter, Isildur calls himself several times (as can be seen here, in the passages I used above)

It needs one greater than I know myself to be. My pride has fallen.

And here:

Forgive me, and my pride that has brought you to this doom.

And yes, it was a formal Council - Elrond had no reason to speak of his personal feelings towards Isildur. Yet I think the little he said reflects his thoughts well. He might have felt some bitterness towards him, especially as he later learnt what the Ring's nature truly was; and especially as he had no knowledge of Isildur being willing to give the Ring to him, for better or worse, whether he would find the strength to do so or not.

Still, once Elrond learnt of the Ring's Nature, I think he might have understood Isildur better - especially as he himself did not dare to even touch the Ring.

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26 Reasons why Qrow is not Ruby’s father and why Taiyang is Ruby’s father

In response to the toxic aspect of the fandom attacking CRWBY and demanding that their desires for Qrow be chosen over canon, or how they feel their theory is more valid than the show itself? I have researched RWBY to make this 26-point Discussion as to why Canon is valid, and fancanon is not when it comes to Qrow Branwen, Ruby Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, and Summer Rose.

1. “Monty said NO” Most obviously. Monty Oum.

He said in this tweet that ruby and yang are half-sisters…half-sisters, which means they share the same mom or dad…in this case Taiyang….

https://twitter.com/montyoum/status/492070189731565568

Now people have claimed “he obviously meant step-sisters or cousins” Why is it that every time we show the English dictionary to you people or ask you to read it, that you claim you are being attacked or that you claim Monty was misleading us?

2. The writers said NO

Miles Luna debunked this theory on Reddit…

He pointed out that Ruby sees Qrow as a Role model, so she adapts her colors to be similar to his.

And you don’t need somebody to be blood to be your role model.

https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/7x3w4s/crwby_ama_w_miles_luna_kerry_shawcross_and_paula/du5d67g/?

3. “Rooster Teeth said NO” Rooster Teeth even said that Qrow is "Ruby and Yang's Uncle" They also said “Ladies, he’s not your man”

https://twitter.com/RoosterTeeth/status/1067205612331782144

4. “But what if Summer had feelings for Qrow? Why does Qrow Serve Ozpin?” Qrow said in Volume 6 " No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good... " So he was saying he wasn't wanted, so no relationship with Summer. SUMMER DID NOT WANT HIM. And he was literally saying he served Ozpin because Ozpin gave him purpose. It’s pretty sad how people think Qrow can only be a complex character if he obsesses over another person’s wife and child. What , you wanna make him Severus Snape, the Lilly Potter stalker who insulted a girl’s face and tried to poison a boy’s pet and publicly outed a teacher?

https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is

5, "But Qrow could be lying" Except in volume 6 Qrow literally said "Don't lie...we're better than that"

And in volume 7?

" Long time ago. I just found working alone tends to be for the best "

" Gotta say, I’m still not really used to working with other Huntsmen in the field. "

And finally World Of Remnant on Patch.

" Nice place to raise a family, if you're into that sort of thing. "

https://rwby.fandom.com/wiki/Qrow_Branwen/Quotes#So_That.27s_How_It_Is

6. “Qrow fans claim that Ruby and Summer form a core part of Qrow’s character and backstory.” WRONG! The main accusation for demanding Rooster Teeth / CRWBY change the backstory for Qrow would accomplish nothing.

Raven already pushed Yang onto Taiyang to raise on his own.

Qrow forcing Tai to Raise Ruby alongside Yang while Qrow could regularly visit, and while Summer lived with Taiyang, Yang, and Ruby?

It would cheapen Qrow’s character….blood isn’t everything. Neither are cliches.

7. “But what if Qrow gave Ruby to Tai to raise after Summer’s death?” Volume Chapter 6, Burning the Candle.

Yang tells Blake that she (yang) and Ruby were raised together by Summer and Taiyang…not by Taiyang on his own, but by Summer and Taiyang.

Yang clearly had memories of being raised by Summer and Tai both, which meant that Summer and Taiyang lived together raising Ruby and Yang for Several Years.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZkN-53h5Os

8. “Does Taiyang care about Summer or Ruby?” Taiyang was noted to have shut down when Summer didn’t come back…. Yang noted this in Volume 2 Chapter 6, and Ruby mentioned in the first episode of Volume 3 that Taiyang missed Summer. Qrow also said that Ruby is Taiyang’s “Special Angel”…. Ruby has also pointed out numerous times that Taiyang is Overprotective of Ruby. In fact, Ruby's conversation with Penny about overprotective fathers.

9. “Qrow knows Taiyang is Ruby’s Father. Taiyang knows Ruby is Taiyang’s daughter. Qrow has referred to Taiyang as Ruby’s father during volume 3 and 7. Taiyang referred to Ruby as his daughter in volume 3.

10. “Why didn’t Taiyang train Ruby in Martial Arts?” Taiyang is a martial arts fighter. Ruby has neither the build nor the personality for ruthless hand to hand combat like her sister… Taiyang would trust Qrow, despite his semblance. Remember how bad Ruby was in v5?

11. “Qrow’s semblance is not what his fans exaggerate it to be”

Speaking of Qrow’s semblance? He was playing video games with his nieces, taught at Signal Academy, and could train Ruby… Clearly, his semblance is not what theorists make it out to be.

12. “Why doesn’t Qrow treat Yang the same way he treats Ruby?”

Yang is the daughter of Qrow’s sister,who abandoned the team.

During a one on one interaction between Qrow and Yang after yang vs mercury, Qrow called his own niece crazy, after she had been framed.

Qrow was not empathetic to Yang.

Qrow may not like Yang’s resemblance to Raven.

Ruby is the daughter of his two closest friends, so of course he’d prefer Ruby over Yang.

13. “Examples of Taiyang caring for Ruby.”

Volume 2 Ruby was excited when Taiyang sent a package in the mail, not even knowing it was Zwei.

Taiyang was at Ruby’s bedside in V3, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

He also tried to bring her breakfast in bed.

Taiyang said he wanted to chase after Ruby, but had to nurse Yang back to health.

During the V8 broadcast, Taiyang was upset when the broadcast was cut.

14. “Genetics research”

Black hair is the subtype of the pigment for blonde hair…

Also, Ruby’s got the same hair strand that Yang and Taiyang have.

Finally, black hair is more dominant.

So Ruby doesn’t need blonde hair to be Taiyang’s kid.

https://askinglot.com/is-black-hair-a-dominant-or-recessive-gene

https://www.quora.com/If-a-jet-black-haired-parent-and-a-blonde-parent-have-children-what-color-hair-would-the-children-likely-have

15. “The STRQ Photo”

The photo....Qrow was with STRQ for four years...do you really think Qrow is not allowed to cry on the photo unless he was romantically involved? Can't a man grieve over the death of a female friend that he was NOT in a relationship with? Or are men not allowed to have female friends? Ichigo and Rukia from Bleach for example...friendship. They were his friends, his family. People seem obsessed with the idea that Qrow cannot care about a woman unless he was romantically involved or unless he's their bastard father.

16. “Men and Women…as friends, platonic” Harry Potter as a book showed that a boy and a girl can interact and still be friends…

Why can’t Qrow be Summer’s friend?

Why does he have to be her lover?

We’ve seen Qrow talk about Innkeeper’s skirt lengths and leer at Barmaids who flirted with him.

Also, he’s shown to be bonding with both Clover and Robyn.

People act like he doesn't flirt with anyone , and yet he does.

17. “Bad Luck Charm” Qrow has spent his whole life with his semblance, named after a Crow.

Raised by the Branwen bandit tribe.

“You and I are not the same, you don’t want the burden of my name” Both Branwen and Qrow are names that Qrow hates due to his semblance and past…

People may think of him as cool, but Qrow suffers from self-loathing.

So NO, the Bad Luck Charm song does NOT in fact allude to Qrow being Ruby’s father, but that Qrow hates himself, hence a major part of why he’s alcoholic.

Proof of which is his volume 6 exchange with Ozpin about being useful, which Qrow disagrees with, leading him to drink further. Yang literally said that she had never seen qrow so drunk before in v6.

And Ruby encourages his self-worth leading him to try giving up alcohol….

His alcoholism is tied to low-self-esteem, not relationships.

18. Manga Anthology

Taiyang was shown in the Manga Anthology to have shut down upon Summer’s Death. That impacted his relationship with Ruby and Yang. Qrow? Is relatively unaffected. The good Uncle helping around the house. Taiyang haters and Qrow stans took this to demand that Qrow is entitled to Ruby, despite Taiyang recovering and doing his best to be a father. Anything Qrow does is worshipped like Mother Teresa, while anything Taiyang does, good or bad, is downplayed and smashed. Taiyang loved Summer so much he was devastated by her death. Qrow was unaffected. Think about that.

19. “I like Brats” Why does Qrow spend time with kids he’s not related to? Because he likes kids. You know how there are adults who enjoy being around brats? That’s Qrow. He didn’t have romantic feelings for Summer, he liked being around her because she was like a kid. Similar to how Blake likes Ruby’s idealism? And trusts her leadership?

20. “Taiyang the 2-timer accusation”

A woman on youtube claimed that Taiyang was a 2-timer who cheated on raven with summer, as there was, in her and her friends’ minds, “no way that taiyang could be with half his team” When asked about TaiQrow as a joke, she was angered that people even ship TaiQrow.

But let me ask you this. Are you the same person you are now that you were 10 years ago? People claim that Qrow was somehow cool in beacon…because he’s cool now. But Taiyang, who raises two kids, and holds a job and a house…cannot be ruby’s father…because he’s not cool? And that somehow he was never cool? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had to be cool to be a parent. I also had no idea people were only allowed to be in one relationship per lifetime. Raven freaking abandoned Tai for the tribe. Summer chose Taiyang over Qrow. People literally make Qrow out to be either an OC in a shipping fanfic, or a Naruto fanfic where Naruto is written to be fawned over by a girl whose canonical spouse, boyfriend, or male friend is somehow rewritten as evil.

1 year…..in 1 year since Raven abandoned Taiyang and Yang, Summer Rose the friend of Taiyang’s who he had known for 4 years, became more than a friend.

So no….Taiyang is not a two-timer…he moved on from Raven.

22. “Why can’t Taiyang talk about Summer?” To WHO? He’s barely got 15 minutes of screentime, and the writers did NOT do him any favors when they had Qrow demand he leave so Qrow could tell Ruby a secret Ozpin trusted him with, before telling Ruby to run away from home leaving only a freaking note. Terrible daughter. Even Yang was prepared to do the same! To a man whose first wife abandoned him! At least Weiss has a legit reason for acting as she does against Jacques, several at least. Ruby? No. Now why would Taiyang talk about Summer’s fighting style to Yang when trying to get her to stop acting like Raven in her fighting style and semblance? Sure if there was more time…but RT at the end of the day isn’t some money-hungry political entity, it’s a startup at the end of the day, they don’t have the ability to do a full anime episode. Also, Taiyang cannot go out on these active missions…he was a schoolteacher who did not do missions until only recently…he was retired, remember.

23. “These fanworks make more sense to me”

Qrow fans have tried using fanworks to justify their theory or ship, the same way Blacksun fans or Adam apologists make similar claims, and even Raven fans try to claim Raven is somehow a good mother. What do these fanworks do? Hate on Taiyang. Dismiss Ruby and Yang being half-blood siblings. Ignore multiple elements of the show or scenes. Occasionally shit-talk the writers.

Every time somebody tries to make a “rwby rewrite” or “rwby alt” or “Qrow is ruby’s father au” they cannot do it without completely rewriting the characters in so many forms and even the show, till Qrow, Raven, Taiyang, and Summer are NOTHING like they are in the show…And ONLY how a shipper wants qrow to be.

Or rewriting qrow to be nothing like he is in the show.

Most Alt or Rewrite consists of making Taiyang abusive, a cheater, or refusing to allow him to interact with Summer, while regularly pushing qrowxsummer at each other.

So no…it’s not that it makes sense to them through some fanart….a headcanon that has been debunked is no longer headcanon. A theory that is shut down is no longer a theory. There’s a reason anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers still exist. Because to them, their theories make more sense than reality. Which is why people still believe Qrow is Ruby’s father the same way people believe vaccines cause autism. Neither are true, and no amount of facts will shut them down, but they’re both popular theories.

24. “Qrow Rings and Cross”

People claim that Qrow was married to Summer or that his cross represents him mourning Summer. Did the STRQ photo, in v3, the same volume as his appearance, not show Qrow with his rings, his cross, and angrily scowling, while Summer was right next to Taiyang?

25. “What about Summer Rose’s choice?”

Remember how I said making Qrow’s character based on solely Ruby and Summer, ignoring everything regarding the tribe and ozpin giving him hope, and the grimm reaper…was bad writing? There’s a reason people hated v5. Raven was proven to be the deadbeat, Qrow was shown to have friends, and that Taiyang knew about Salem, and of course it was confirmed that Yang and Ruby again were sisters by Raven.

Now how about Summer? Team leader….took a man and a daughter who were abandoned by her friend…and made them her own. Yang calls Summer Rose “Supermom” and “Her Hero”…was literally willing to storm a bandit camp so Raven could use her portal to take Yang to Qrow, so she could get to Ruby. And yeah, I know the RWBY critics scream “why didn’t Yang just look for Ruby in Mistral?” It’s a bloody kingdom, and Yang was pursuing a lead, that Tai had given her, and Qrow told Yang he’d look after her sister. Remember that? Oh wait, RWBY Critics forget, my bad. Anyway, she’s more of a sister to Qrow than his blood sister Raven, she’s more of a mother to Yang than Raven, and she’s more of a spouse to Tai than Raven. Good Stepmother. Non-married couple. Relationship built on trust. Blood is not the same as family. (Example Weiss’s remark to her father) (Or Dom Toretto)

So making Summer into a throw-away character who dies so that a brooding jerk of an alcoholic can claim character development? Making a woman nothing except a throw-away for a man to get development is BAD WRITING. For God’s Sakes, even Pyrrha was written better than that! She interacted with team rwby, nora was always helping her out, and so was Ren (though those shakes are a crime against humanity” But when Qrow fans try to demand he’s ruby’s father? Their fanworks make Summer as much of a flat character as Preston Harvey from Fallout 4, where they make Summer unable to do anything but be obsessed with Qrow and having his child, similar to how Preston cannot think of anything other than “Another settlement needs your help, I’ll mark it on your pip-boy”

26. Finally, the accusations that CRWBY are lying.

“You have to be ****** if you believe CRWBY when they say Qrow isn’t Ruby’s father” “CRWBY is lying, it’s what writers do” “It’s okay for writers to lie, it’s good for plot” “I’d prefer it if CRWBY was lying to us” “Monty is dead, the writers should change it now” “Monty is dead, nothing else in the writing matters” “Monty was hiding the truth from us” “CRWBY is hiding the truth about Qrow being Ruby’s father” “It makes sense for CRWBY to lie to us” Look at this…Twitter, Youtube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit, instagram…. The first quote? Was a woman who was using an anti-autism anti-disability slur defending the theory. Never have I ever seen people so obsessed with a theory that they would deny reality and be rude to the very writers and original creator. But the QrowxSummer and Qrow is Ruby’s Father fandom group has made countless cases of this. THIS is how they defend their theory? And people upvote, like and support these remarks? SHAME SHAME SHAME

Conclusion:

I get how people desire qrow to be Ruby’s father for ships or fanfics.

Even to where they make Taiyang a hated character just for the sake of making sure nobody disagrees with them.

But the attacking of RWBY and CRWBY, claiming that “this needs to be fixed”, or getting angry at RT for not giving you the non-canon ship you want? Claiming that just because you want it to be so, that somehow your ship/theory has “validity?”

That reflects poorly on the fandom and critics.

But then again…. It’s easy to ignore what’s real and what’s a fact that when theorists and ship-pushers and CRWBY Haters on youtube tells you to stop listening to monty and the writers, and instead believe whatever you want and claim whatever you want, Because surely you know what’s better for the show than the people who worked on it, right? Ha ha ha, no. THAT is the ULTIMATE disrespect somebody calling themselves a fan could ever give. And if you think or agree with that type of logic, you should look in the mirror.

I looked for backup sources to defend CRWBY and RWBY, you’ll find them below.

Backup sources include:

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-not-rubys-dad/422o_0rbCYuoXj36VoB7obK3MXPZRbPKkz5

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-the-qrow-is-rubys-father-theory-is-wrong/z668_nQlIxu0dmRdRpEPxqE3qlWlZEmoE2

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-cant-possibly-be-rubys-and-heres-why/8BB5_LPVCmu2bonkw8eEP3Yokg8m8zJlgNV

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/why-qrow-isnt-rubys-father/lXXx_5QoUQuPVGo3Wgko3wJ52mMBl7644P

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/is-qrow-rubys-father-short-answer-no/422o_0rbCYupDKezxPxpdje7dRn3nB8YvZ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPbft3KJd6o

https://aminoapps.com/c/rwby/page/blog/qrow-is-rubys-dad-theory-debunk/d33g_pQEcbu1NKQoMEv0kmDpP6N8bmowkkq

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