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"I miss you and I will ALWAYS miss you but I cannot live like that."

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This FB page I follow about fanfiction writing was asking about headcanons that are so deeply rooted in your brain that you forget it's a headcanon.

I was forced to admit Jean-Paul isn't canonically french, nor does he drink wine and smoke while watching sunrise as the cold metal of a cross against his chest sends him shivers now and then.

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#Clex# HALLOWEEN!

It's been a while since I posted anything. Thanks for your continued support and follow.^^

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Megastar attempt #1. Something is happening to me

Not used to drawing robots like this so if it sux you must forgive me

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I'm so normal about skystar but these two, they just hit different

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My hot take (mostly a funny thought) it's that, by definition, it is a bit ridiculous to think that no one would have believed Tim that Bruce was alive.

Superman, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, Jason Todd have come back from the dead but 'no, Timmy, Bruce is gone for reaaaaaal!!!'

It's just so funny, everyone wanted Bruce to be GONE once and for all. Bruce is lucky Tim is too much of an omega coded child, otherwise Tim would have played along too and ran away with the money to live his best life.

(The original point of this idea it's how funny it is that Ra's is who helps Tim find Bruce. In my mind Ra's refused to live in a world where he couldn't rub on at least one of Tim's parents face that he, the great Ra's al Ghul, is fucking Timothy.

Bruce: ... Why did you help Tim bring me back?

Ra's: Let's just say that "I can help you bring your father back" it's an underrated seduction technique

(Even more of a side note: Under this perspective, Ra's got himself a girl boy with daddy issues??? And his way of flirting was helping to bring back that not-so-cool dad??? This is TikTok material))

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Hi Mistress can I pls humbly request some more JeanTim? This time with the “It scares me to see how far I’m willing to go for you.” prompt from the list (if you’re still taking requests for it!), bc I crave more of that blond man being Totally Normal™️ about his Robin >:)

// Omg, hi again, JeanTim lover! 😍 It's so nice to see there's other people crying over these two fools like me, so I hope you like it! ❤️ //

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Jean-Paul did many things he didn't like just for Tim. It was something that had occured naturally, as Jean couldn't help to adore Tim, hence, putting Tim over his own comfort.

Usually it meant small things, such as enduring Sunday lunch at Wayne manor, chewing on his food while trying to ignore Bruce burning holes on him, an unspoken offense of "how dare you fuck my son under my nose and roof?" It wasn't the worst torture, as Jean-Paul admitted his relationship with Tim wasn't exactly a fairy tale (not a politically correct fairy tale of the 21st century anyway), yet it was one of the many things in his relationship with Tim that gave him no joy.

There was Tim's suspiciously familiar tendency to adopt cats as well. Jean-Paul hadn't minded when the kittens were just two adorable siblings, but now they had nine kittens living in the penthouse... The penthouse that Tim owned, because Jean-Paul Valley wasn't an idiot, and he wasn't going to waste the chance of having his sexy twink boyfriend spoil him via Wayne's money.

Still, most things Jean-Paul could live with. Even find some amusement on them.

This, however, isn't one of them.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice all Azrael's as he looks at the corpses surrounding them. Azrael is form as a tree, voice deep and sword already put aside. Inside, Jean-Paul shakes in disgust and anger.

It's not Tim's fault. The mission has gone horribly wrong, and Azrael had to act before it was too late. These men were horrible creatures beyond redemption, and Azrael's heart feels no regret on burning them to ashes.

Tim, with his undercover clothes ruined and face pale, nods as he gets up, shaking slightly - perhaps due to the cold, perhaps because of the fear of what could have been, perhaps provoked by the hellish view Azrael has ensured - . "I'm not injured," Tim assures him, walking with his bare feet until he can reach Azrael's armor and support his weight on the bigger man.

It must be a bit disgusting, with the blood and -

"Are you okay?" is what Tim asks, letting Azrael pick him up and cover his indecent clothing with a warm holy red cape, "I know you were trying not to... Well..."

Jean-Paul tried to not kill. Mostly, because Batman was a pain in the ass about it (hypocrisy at its purest, as he didn't hold such high standards for his second son), but also because every life his sword took haunted Jean-Paul without mercy.

"I'm willing to endure your father's sermon," Jean-Paul says, now more himself and less Azrael, leaving the crime scene and jumping between roofs with Tim tightly held by his arms, "It's not your fault."

"I'm sorry," Tim replies, "I didn't think the mission could go wrong, had I imagined this..."

"Stop that," Jean growls, stopping over a hospital's ceiling and putting Tim down. Soon, Azrael's helmet is gone, and ice blue eyes meet electric blue eyes.

(They have this joke between them, about how they could pretend to be half brothers if Jean-Paul weren't so damn blonde and European).

"You need to stop blaming yourself for every single thing that happens or that doesn't happen."

Tim huffs, hugging himself over the cape. He's an arrogant person, and Jean-Paul knows Tim doesn't like to be told he's wrong, even when it's about feeling guilty.

"I just hate it when you have to save me," Tim admits, then shrugs, "And I know you don't like killing. If I hadn't been in danger, you wouldn't have to deal with the consequences."

Jean-Paul sighs, sitting next to Tim to embrace him better, both of them with their backs supported by a wall and looking briefly at the red lights of the ambulances that come and go.

"You're half right," Jean murmurs, taking off a gauntlet to take Tim's hand on his, "It scares me how far I'm willing to go for you"

Tim turns around, looking at him with curiosity.

"Does it?"

"Of course it does. You're my Robin, Tim," he confesses, lips kissing the bruised knuckles, "I have already crossed lines I thought I wouldn't only for you. I cannot conceive anything I wouldn't do if it meant saving you."

"But surely... Surely you wouldn't - "

Jean-Paul hushes him with a look, closing the distance between them until their breaths are mixing, noses softly crushing into each other.

"I would do anything, Tim," Jean-Paul swears, his hand almost squeezing Tim's, "Even if you hated me afterwards, I'd still do it. And it scares me, because no other person holds this power over me."

Tim's eye water, lips trembling, "Jean-Paul..."

"I didn't let the order have this power over me," Jean continues, his blonde hair falling over Tim's face, "Nor Batman, nor anyone else. But you have such power over me and you don't even realize it, don't you? I'd die for you, Timothy."

"Please, don't," Tim half whimpers and half laughs, tears already escaping from his eyes, "I don't know what to tell you. I didn't know this scared you."

They kiss for a moment, chaste and short, sweet. It tastes like blood, tears and cigarettes.

"What scares me the most," Jean-Paul murmurs in Tim's ear, his hand letting go of Tim's to hold him by the hips and pull him even closer, "It's what I'd do were you to left me, Tim."

"Oh?" Tim inquires, an unreadable tone on his voice.

Jean-Paul allows himself to be lost a little, Azrael emerging from the surface and speaking once again.

"You're my Robin," he says, not on his usual voice, but one that had been silent for year. A voice born from past times where he wore a different suit, a time when their bond would have genuinely scandalized everyone around them. Why Tim always goes docile and obedient at that voice rather than afraid is something Jean doesn't understand.

"Yours," Tim replies, leaning into the touch and barely gasping when certain hand gets under his thin clothing, "Just yours."

"Good Robin," Jean praises, lips going down and kissing Tim's exposed neck with hunger.

Days later, Jean-Paul will have to deal with a couple of angry bats yelling at him, plus an Alfred who might inquire why Tim has such particular bruises on his neck. It will be annoying, low-key torture, but then again, there's nothing in the world that Jean-Paul wouldn't do as long as his little bird stays next to him.

(Azraels didn't love, and certainly they didn't devoted themselves to sin, but this one does. This one Azrael will burn everything if his Robin asks him to... And if Robin doesn't ask, too).

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For the "Im weak for you" prompt: "Aren't you at least a little bit ashamed of how blantaly you are exploiting my feelings for you?” As a continuation of yours A/B/O Tim as BruDick's biochild AU ficlet if it is ok?

// So happy to hear your ask, anon!!! 😍💚 //

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Ra's isn't even sure why he's doing this. It's dangerous for them both, and shameful in a way he hadn't considered before. Yet here he is.

"Well, well, old man, are you going to fuck me already?" Tim giggles as he stretches on the mattres. His Robin suit glued to his petite body, omega pheromones filling the air of the room second by second. The alpha hadn't paid much attention before, but it's now impossible to ignore how the Wayne heir smells wonderfully sweet.

It's - well, perhaps wrong isn't the correct word. Ra's and Tim have seen each other through the years ever since the pup was barely able to talk. As Tim himself had said in their last encounter, she had been trying to separate Bruce Wayne from Dick Grayson for years, meaning that Ra's had needed to stay next to the kidnapped omega child more often than not.

When had Timothy turned into a bratty teenage omega without any kind of shame or decorum, Ra's could not tell. Maybe it started that one time Ra's had to stop Tim from jumping off a balcony, as a prom red dress was hardly adequate to face a snow storm.

Anyhow; in the present Tim is enjoying their meeting. He looks amused, eyes shimmering lovely. Ra's himself had ripped off the mask from Tim's doll face minutes ago when the omega was still half asleep due to the drug, and now Ra's' fingers itch painfully, desiring to get rid of that obscene suit as well.

It is less than honorable. The Batman could think of this as revenge, or an offense. But it has been Timothy who flirted during their last encounter, offering word by word something that Ra's does desire deep in his heart.

Ra's wants an alpha son, and having an intelligent, beautiful omega mate would be a cherry on top. Timothy is everything his mate should be, and that's exactly why the omega is laying on Ra's' bed as the alpha sits on a corner, slowly undoing his cape and shirt.

"You offered to bear me a heir," Ra's points out, unable to hide the growl of lust that leaves his throat. Tim smirks, showing those adorable tiny omega fangs of his, spreading even more in the bed to show Ra's just how long his legs are and how thin his torso is.

Timothy is somehow petite and long at the same time, and it reminds Ra's' of beautiful goddesses painted and sculpted in Greece: Young, thin and pale; big eyes like jewels and full lips that murmur temptations. Timothy looks nothing like his parents, but Ra's keeps in mind that this is the child of the one omega who managed to wrap the Batman around his finger, and perhaps Ra's should be more careful with this kitten-like creature that is looking at him with hunger.

"You will need to come closer, then," the omega purrs, smirk widening when Ra's throws his cape away and does get closer indeed, crawling on the bed as a tiger, unbuttoned shirt showing his chest hair and allowing his own alpha pheromones to travel to Tim's nose.

"Oh," is what Tim breathes when Ra's pulls him against him, rough hands squeezing his ass over the spandex fabric, fangs sinking on the exposed are of his neck.

"This suit of yours," Ra's murmurs, eyes dark as he looks at the beautifully shaped pair of small tits glued to the red shirt, "I want it off."

Tim manages to push Ra's down this time, gloved thin hands using all their force to make Ra's lay down. Tim is now sitting on his lip, naughty smile on his lips. Soon, the belt is off, then the gloves, and then manicured fingers are pulling the upper part of the Robin suit up slowly.

"What a pervert old man," Tim laughs as he shows off his breasts, "Babies don't appear just by looking, oh glorious Demon's Head."

Ra's gets a tic on his eye for a moment, but quickly forgives the insult when his hands cup Timothy's exquisite breasts. And the sounds the omega makes later... It's worth every inconvenience this kidnapping involves.

Nights later, Timothy is posing at the mirror, an unsatisfied gesture on his face as he looks at his silk outfit with matching jewels. Ra's, trying to focuse on his work, fails to not notice Timothy's annoyance.

"Is the collar not to your liking?" Ra's finally asks, embarrassed at just how much of his time and mind goes to this small yet spoiled omega who seems to take more space on his life second by second.

"It needs a tiara," Tim argues, turning around to see Ra's and tilt his head, "Don't you agree? A queen needs a crown, after all."

"A queen," Ra's murmurs, "Is that what you are calling yourself now?"

"That's the least I could be considering I'm going to bear your children," Tim hums as he walks towards Ra's' desk, "I believed you were a gentleman, Ra's; are you going to tell me you will offend me and my family by treating me as a mere concubine?"

Ra's blinks.

"Aren't you ashamed of how you exploit my feelings about you, beloved?" he regrets out loud, a roll on his eyes as he takes Tim's hands and makes the omega sit on his lap, "You seem to find joy in torturing me and insulting me every chance you have despite my worship towards you."

"Don't tell me my words offend the great Ra's al Ghul!" Tim giggles, batting his thick eyelashes at Ra's and poutting with his kissable lips, "In that case, it would be inappropriate to allow a mere mistress to hold such power you, don't you think?"

"Indeed," Ra's agrees, a hand caressing Tim's covered stomach, wondering if the omega was already carrying their first pup. He should, considering all the times they have shared a bed during these days; "You might be right, if you are to be mother of my heir, a title as high as mine is needed."

"Now we're talking," Tim purrs, index finger giving a soft pinch to Ra's' nose.

Just when their mouths are about to crash, four familiar people interrupt the calm of the palace.

Ra's' daughter, offended to every last blood drop in her body.

Tim's parents, scandalized and angry.

And a fourth one, who happens to be certain blonde vigilante with a flaming sword who it seems wasn't merely a friend of Tim. A friend wouldn't be overwhelmed with violence at the view of Tim next to Ra's, would he?

"Look at the bright side!" Tim sings as they run from the fight, ninjas trying to keep their enemies behind and Ubu coming down on a helicopter, "We don't have to arrange a family meeting anymore!"

Ra's ends up picking Timothy up and jumping off a window, wondering why, after 800 years of life, this curious omega manages to ruin his life like this.

He used to be an alpha with dignity!

(A few months later, when Tim is pregnant and needy, constantly dragging Ra's to their nest and begging for more, Ra's can't complain anymore.

This is a great solution, even if Batman keeps trying to kill Ra's. It's a small price for such happiness and pleasure, anyway.

And if Tim has the demon's head wrapped around his finger... Well, let's say Gotham's princess isn't as naive as other might think).

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Thank you for the wonderful JeanTim my crops are watered this fine day! 🥰🫶

Thanks to you for loving JeanTim! 💕🥰

We need more of them!

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OMG I LOVE YOUR FICLET!! SO GOOD AND CUTE AHHHHH THANK YOU ♡♡♡ I Love how bratty Tim is even as he allows Ra's to dote upon him and how adoring and tolerant Ra's is because even if Tim is being bratty and sassy, that's HIS bratty, sassy kitten ♡♡♡ just soooo good thank you for feeding me 🥰🥰🥰

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Thank you for everything, Lilac!!!

I adore you ❤️🫂

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Plssss pls pls pls for the “I’m weak for you” prompts can I get JeanTim + “(Fuck.) I need you to say that/make that sound again.” 🥺🙏

// Hello, fellow JeanTim lover! 💚✨ //

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"We shouldn't be doing this," Jean-Paul forces himself to say between kisses. It's not easy to speak, as Tim pulls him again and again, needy like a kitten.

Jean-Paul can't even describe how they ended up like this, over a random rooftop of the city, making out nastily under the moonlight and their breathings the only sound next to the friction of leather and metal.

This is why Jean didn't want to cover for Batman. He knew he wasn't going to be able to resist to Tim, specially given that Tim was wearing his old Robin suit. It was a bit like having a deja vu, except this time the situation was reduced to the desire of them both and just the coincidence of Bruce breaking an arm.

So here they are, Batman and Robin (again), having sex over their clothes as a couple of teenagers.

"Just fuck me," Tim whispers as he pushes Jean-Paul to the floor, now Tim sitting on his lap and looking simply exquisite. It doesn't take long for certain green gloves to pull down Batman's belt and pants with all and underwear.

"Is that a batarang or are you happy to see me" Tim purrs in that terrible seductive tone he learned from Selina God knows when. Jean-Paul feels himself boil in embarrassment, but it's impossible to complain about Tim's game when he's also into it.

And there's also the fact that Tim has taken off his gloves and is now touching Jean-Paul with his bare cold hands. Tim's face is full of fake innocence, lips pouting as if he didn't know what he was doing. Little annoying brat.

Jean-Paul, however, is just a mortal man. God will have to forgive his weakness.

"... Robin!" he growls in pleasure, hands squeezing Tim's butt and trying to push Tim to do something besides having his cold hands around him.

"Does it feel good, Batman?" Tim asks, leaning down until his hair is tickling on Jean's nose, "do you like it when I touch here?"

Where had Tim even learned that!?

"... Fuck it," Jean-Paul curses before snapping, using his inhuman strength to change positions. Now Tim over the floor, legs spread and taken by surprise. And what an adorable view it is to see Tim blushed and laying all ready to take.

So that's what Jean does after a quick ripping of clothes.

Tim whimpers beautifully, shaking on Jean-Paul's arms and scratching his shoulders. His arrogance is now gone, and Tim can barely breathe a pathetic kitty scream when Jean pushes roughly.

"Batman!"

That moan is particularly enticing, and Batman growls and moans himself, pushing harder and taking Tim's face with his hand to make the little bird look at him.

"Make that sound again, Robin."

Tim's lips twitch. It seems he has started to be slightly ashamed. It's cute.

"Batman!" he cries again, cheeks red and hips trembling, "Batman, please, harder!"

"Good boy," escapes Jean-Paul's mouth without meaning to, body too focused on the unholy act and overwhelmed by the feeling.

It's very good. There's some eroticism on being mostly dressed, a bit of danger in the rooftop, and some deep issues in how they are so horny at the idea of fucking in these suits.

Jean-Paul knows most men would be scandalized at their partner asking them to dress as their father, yet he finds it amusing and even self fulfilling. Deep down, Jean-Paul still thinks he and Tim would make a so much better Batman and Robin duo... They probably won't be in these roles again, not for real, but they can have tonight.

This night in a rooftop, with Tim crying and shaking under him, begging for more and harder.

"Louder!" Batman demands when Robin, with his head down and mouth obscenely opened in moans, calls for him.

"Batman! Batman!"

It's a good Gotham's night indeed.

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If you want, I would LOVE Ra's/Tim "I don't want to scare you away with my... infatuation" bonus one or both of them is covered in blood. I hope you don't mind but anything you write is always so delicious. I live for your fics ngl ♡

Sorry you had an 🐜 problem- they're so annoying 🙄

~Lady Lilac (on anon because I don't need an ant infestation of my own rip) ♡♡♡

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In retrospective, Tim should be grateful.

However, it was hard to put a smile on his lips and say 'Thank you' when everything around him was death and blood. And Tim wasn't sorry per se, yet he couldn't be glad either. All the violence and blood around him was his fault, in a way.

Ra's had come to save him, and during that, the demon's head had killed every single one of Tim's kidnappers.

They were a cult; a horrible group of people who had killed too many innocents. Tim wasn't sorry, but he wasn't happy with their death either. Not that it mattered too much, as Tim was still shaking and restraining his nausea as Ra's picked him up.

It was - it was a lot of blood. On Tim's white clothes (because his kidnappers were cliche, and they wanted a virgin sacrifice) and Ra's' silk cape. Over Ra's' left cheek, a particularly deep cut had found its way, leaking dark carmine all the way to his beard and chin.

"You.. You came," Tim whispered, holding himself on Ra's' shoulders and gasping at the view of the corpses behind them. Outside, below Gotham's cold night, loyal ninjas waited for them silently.

"Why did you rescue me?" Tim wondered, nervous at Ra's' silence as they got into a car, soon leaving the scene of the crime. Tim wasn't surprised when, through the dark window, he saw the building going in fire.

Ra's hummed, pushing Tim softly in the seat and taking out a handkerchief from God knew where to rub gently against Tim's pale face.

"Okay, if you don't say anything..."

"I came because I care, Timothy."

And thing was that Tim knew that. And Tim cared as well. But they never talk about such things, then again, Tim had been at the edge of dying and, moreover, dying at hands of someone who wasn't Ra's.

"If you care," Tim started, clinging to Ra's and pushing the handkerchief away, "then you show it in the strangest way I have seen."

Ra's looked away for a moment, yet showing more emotion than he had ever showed to most people in his life. It was a curious gesture, eyes hiding and mouth frowning, jaw clenched in what seemed to be an internal conflict.

"I don't want to scare you away with my... Infatuation" he said, looking back at Tim with that unreal pair of green eyes of his, "I do not love in traditional ways."

"That's why you do things like this but won't kiss me?" Tim asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could even consider the weight they possesed, "I'm not scared of you. I have never been."

Ra's blinked exactly two times, and then laughed.

A deep, amused laugh as his hands pulled Tim by the neck, the younger man now uncomfortably held in place by the immortal.

"You'd be scared, Timothy."

Tim knew that.

"Probably, but still..." and Tim raised his hand, caressing Ra's' face, "It's hard to be scared. No one has been as kind to me as you."

Ra's took Tim's hand, bringing it to his lips and brushing the hurt knuckles sweetly.

"You really are something else, Timothy."

(Tim didn't go back home that night. After all, Ra's was a villain, and villains didn't like to let go of pretty birds that were so rare and difficult to catch).

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For the "Im weak for you" prompts

Rastim and "You just can't stay awau from me for too long, huh?"

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"What are you doing here?" Tim mumbles as he drags himself inside of his penthouse. Maybe it's the wine on his blood, but Tim is grateful that Ubu steps behind him, closing the door for him and picking up the mess of keys and cards left.

Ra's, comfortably sitting on the living room, raises an eyebrow. He dares to look offended, as if Tim had been rude by not being around when Ra's decided to enter his home without permission.

"Good night to you too, Timothy. Or should I say good morning?" Ra's huffs, picking up a cup of tea from the table (and that china porcelain it's not Tim's), pointing with his head at a wall clock that displays 4:37 in red lights.

"It's night. To me," Tim murmurs, unsurprised when a faceless ninja picks him up softly and guides him next to Ra's. In matter of seconds, a glass of water is pushed to his lips and his heels are taken off.

(Why did Ra's have to come over tonight? Tim's mascara is a mess, and his perfume has already worn out, leaving nothing but sweat and alcohol over his skin).

"You two: Leave us," Ra's orders when he seems satisfied with their new position, and Tim doesn't have to raise his eyes to know Ubu and the ninja have sneaked outside in mere seconds.

"What is it now?" Tim yawns, acrylic nails scratching Ra's' ridiculous royal green cape, "I thought you weren't talking to me."

Ra's rolls his eyes, putting the tea cup away and undoing the golden knot that kept his cape in place. After some elegant and practiced movements with his hands, the cape is over Tim's shoulders rather than on his, and Ra's' hands cup Tim's face, making the vigilante look at him through his thick eyelashes, red painted lips opened in confusion.

"So?" Tim asks, hands now clinging to his own knees.

Ra's sighs; "You insulted me. You allowed them to see you." Ah, it seems Ra's is more possessive than Tim gave him credit for, as that's the only explanation about why he would travel half the world to complain about Tim modeling for Vogue.

"Oh? Are you jealous?" Tim half laughs, leaning in so that his face is just inches away from Ra's', enjoying how the warm hands hold his head. It's not the most comfortable position, but it works, "You just can't stay away from me, can you, old man?"

That seems to get on Ra's' nerves, as he pulls Tim closer, basically forcing the boy over his lap. It's not a matter of roleplay, it's just Ra's taking advantage of his height and size over Tim.

"You, Timothy," Ra's growls as his hands leave that doll face and go down to squeeze certain low área of Tim's body over the Armani black suit, "need a reminder of your position."

"Sure," Tim replies, still dizzy from the alcohol and not quite confident in managing to keep up the rest of the night with a hungry Ra's, "Did you bring viagra with you?"

Ra's' eye twitches.

"I had dignity before you."

"Hm - uh"

"Don't you see how humiliated I am just by coming to see you? Does it pleasure you to have me kneeling back as some dog?"

Tim has to hold himself on Ra's' shoulders, tiredness growing on him moment by moment. Ra's looks very handsome, and under other circumstances Tim would drag this for hours, enjoying that he has this powerful, wonderful emperor wrapped around his finger... But Tim's tired, and truth be told, he's just as whipped as Ra's is.

"Ra's, I love you, but I really think I'm going to throw up."

Ra's murmurs something in Arabic, Tim barely catching the words "insufferable" and "brat". But Ra's takes him to the bed anyway, so Tim calls the night a victory. Tomorrow he'll deal with Ra's' anger - and with his own hungover too - .

Besides, every second Ra's is with Tim, is a second where he's not destroying the world. Truly, someone should award Tim for deciding to date the dangerous and arrogant Ra's al Ghul!

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We all know how this song goes... 🎶

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TFP obsession after 12 years... is back

As i wrote on my shitpost account (@zhuzhakin-shitpost) my friend went to see the new transformers movie and it made me remember my love for a particular media. I really think TFP is the best in terms of character designs i LOVE them especially that little dumbass

I've been thinking for days about how great an idea it is for Starscream to have makeup. And he is trans man btw

And uh... I love old military men who look like they've been ground up in a meat grinder <3

Of course I brought some old man yaoi for you workers but I made it less toxic than canon for my own comfort

A bit OOC, but I made Megatron just a military man with PTSD who is conservative to the core and therefore has internalized homophobia. Starscream is just little gay guy. Don't hate on me I've loved this ship since I was literally eight years old