I see your "Finrod's goodbye to Beren that's basically one huge infodump but extremely moving and sad" and your "Finrod almost unphased by his death" (because both are very true) and raise you with
ok so canonicaly(-ish) werewolves are made by putting a spirit into a wolf, right? Not necessarily in the "Maia" sense, it may be in the "necromantically captured dead elf" sense, right?
I raise you with "Finrod noticing the poor tormented spirit that was hanging around its dead wolf body and dragging it to Mandos with him". (Yes, yes, not literary dragging because you can't, but very intense persuasion in a non verbal / osanwe way. Kinda like, mentally Finrod's teeth are still clenched on the wolf, but now in a kind, mommy-cat-carrying her-baby kind of way. Like ... idk how to describe it, but.)
Hi! How about Dicktim, 2 and 8, A, ☁️ and 🍑, Red? (I tried to throw in some interesting combos since you said you wanted to try outside your comfort zone)
I'm not sure how I managed to fit all of these prompts in here. There were so many times where I was like, "ok but what if I got rid of this one little part of the prompt. Surely they won't mind." But I'm no quitter, and somehow I managed. I hope you enjoy this anon, and anyone else who ends up reading!
Everyone, give it up once more for guilt complex Dick Grayson!
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Additional Tags:
established relationship, slightly dubious consent, underage sex, Tim can be seen as 17 or 18 so its personal preference, the cockwarming is more referenced/fade to black but it counts to me, no beta we die like Jason Todd, Do not post to other sites, POV Third Person
Summary:
Tim has been de-aged to right after the whole time stream fiasco. Which means he's at a point in his life where he's not too happy with Dick. Meanwhile, Dick just wants his partner back.
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Dick knows he's being unreasonable. He knows there's no real reason to feel like this. After everything they had been through, Tim chose him in the end. Not Jason. Not Damian. Him. He knows this. That doesn't make the sight of a de-aged Tim interacting with Jason any easier to watch.
"Cease your idiotic sulking, Richard." Damian says next to Dick, startling the man. He wasn't even aware the boy had gotten up from the Batcomputer. Dick glances up at the teen, who has grown taller than Dick in the many years he's been in the manor, much to his chagrin.
"I'm not sulking." Dick tries to hide his pout as he says it, but he's certain he's unsuccessful. Damian rolls his eyes.
"If you glare at Todd any harder, I'm fairly certain he may catch fire." Damian retorts. Dick huffs and crosses his arms. Damian continues, "Just talk to him, will you already?"
Dick wishes it were that simple. Wishes he could go up to his partner and talk to him like any other day. Go up and wrap him in his arms before planting a kiss on the top of his head. But he can't, because that isn't really his partner over there. Not yet anyway. Dick almost wishes the the de-aging spell made Tim even younger than this, to a point in his life where he looked up to Dick like he hung the stars. Sure, that still wouldn't be the man he knows and loves, but at least that boy would look at him.
No, the Tim in front of him is a Tim from not too long after Bruce's return from the time stream. A Tim who learned he can't trust his older brother, who decided to pull away from the family in pursuit of his own goals. A Tim who grew close to Jason through their shared belief that they were the outcasts of the family. A Tim who Dick had hurt so, so much, who would take years to forgive him, let alone love him.
Dick sighs, and he can practically hear Damian's returning eye-roll. He's pretty sure the younger wants to speak again, but he's stopped by Bruce reentering the cave.
"I've finished talking with Zatanna. She says the spell should wear off on its own within forty eight hours. It's recommended you stay in the manor until then, Tim."
"Does she recommend that," Tim asks blandly, "or do you?" Bruce gives him a look but doesn't respond. They all know the answer anyway.
Eventually, they all leave the Batcave. Some people, like Jason and Steph, exit on their bikes to return to their own places. Dick can see Tim staring longingly in their direction, and while he knows the look is likely for their ability to leave he can't stop the spike of possessiveness that arises in his chest. Dick takes a deep breath to calm himself. It's fine. Everything is fine.
Dick ends up being the last one in the Batcave. He's debating whether he wants to leave, get out of here so he doesn't have to deal with a Tim who can't stand him, or stay so that he's the first to be there when Tim changes back. His protectiveness of the younger wins out, and he makes his way up the manor stairs.
The first person he runs into is Alfred.
"Master Richard," the butler greets with a nod. The man is heading in the direction of the servants quarters, likely getting ready to turn in for the night now that everyone has returned from patrol. "Master Bruce and Master Timothy have both already retired for the night. I expect you are to do the same?"
He phrases it as a question, but the raised eyebrow tells another story.
"Yes, Alfred. I'm heading to my room now." Dick responds. Alfred nods, wishing him a goodnight as he continues his way down the hall.
And listen. That had been Dick's plan. Go to his room, get ready for bed, and try to sleep the night away in the hopes that the spell will somehow prematurely reverse during the night. But on the way to his room, he passes by Tim's old one. It's then that he realizes that Tim is likely staying the night here. It hadn't even occurred to Dick that he would be sleeping alone in the manor for the first time since him and Tim got together, or that Tim is using his room that hasn't been touched since long before then.
Dick wonders if Tim was able to fall asleep without Dick. Surely, there must be some part of his brain that's still used to the warmth of a cuddly Dick Grayson at his side?
Before he can really register what he's doing, Dick is peeking inside of the room. If Tim were awake, he likely wouldn't be happy that Dick is looking inside his room without knocking. Luckily, the younger is out cold on the bed, not even managing to dress down before flopping on top of the sheets and passing out. Dick gives a fond smile at the sight. He quietly makes his way into the room, shutting the door carefully and sneaking closer.
Tim looks so much younger, and it's not just because of the missing years. Even if this Tim looks so worn down already despite his young age, Dick knows from experience that it gets worse before it gets better. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dick pushes a lock of hair out of the sleeping boy's face, using his other hand to gently caress the eye-bags under the closed eyes.
It had taken awhile, but Dick had managed to lessen the bags on his Tim's face. To see this younger version be so tired sends a jab of pain to his chest. He just wants to help him as much as he did his own Tim. He knows its impossible, that this is just a mirage of a time long past, but the want remains.
He decides to do what little he can, looking down at the clothes the other is wearing. His regular clothes didn't quite fit the still growing boy when he reverted, so he is currently wearing an older pair of jeans and a T-shirt from Damian's closet. He cannot be comfortable in those pants.
Dick leans over to unzip the jeans and pull them off Tim's legs. When he focuses back onto the teen, he freezes. Tim's legs are long and pale, thighs not quite as thickly muscled as they eventually grow to be in the years to come. He looks… small.
Dick traces a hand lightly on those smooth legs, goosebumps forming in the wake of his touch. God, had Tim really been this small, once upon a time? Had they really let this small boy run across Gotham rooftops fighting villains? Had Dick really taken everything away from this small boy and broken his trust so easily.
Dick takes a deep breath. He knows Tim forgave him. Knows that even during this time of his life, Tim couldn't find it in himself to hate Dick. Couldn't fully rid himself of the awe he felt at his older brother. But it's hard to remember that when this sad, angry version of the teen is here in front of him instead of the man who would tell him how much he loves him no matter what.
Maybe what this Tim needs is that very same reminder.
Dick continues to caress the teen's leg, allowing his hand to travel higher and higher. He doesn't go any higher than the edge of his borrowed boxers, instead playing with the hem between his fingers. Should he really do this? He knows his Tim would allow it, encourage it even. But this isn't his Tim.
Even so it's still Tim, in the end. And Dick loves him no matter what.
His hand travels under the undergarment to stroke Tim's soft cock lightly. He feels it twitch at the touch. Dick continues his gentle movements, working the length until he's managed to get it to half hardness. Dick doesn't pull his hand out as he climbs onto the bed. He brackets Tim beneath him, staring down at the younger version of his partner.
When Tim had been this age for real, Dick hadn't had any interest in pursuing him. The boy was his younger brother, emphasis on younger. Dick had never even thought to think of him as anything other than family. It was only after his withdrawal and subsequent reconciliation with the family that Dick even began to see Tim as the man he had become as opposed to the boy he had been.
All of this to say, Dick has never seen a Tim this young in this kind of situation before. It should be odd, but it's not. Because no matter what, it's still Tim.
Slowly, Dick slides Tim's boxers down and off his legs before continuing to pump the shaft. Dick squeezes slightly, watching the teen's face scrunch up in pleasure. Dick can't stop himself from leaning down and kissing him. Tim's lips are soft and pliant, and Dick sighs into them. He runs his tongue over Tim's lips in the same moment he rubs his thumb over Tim's tip in a way he knows drives the other crazy. Tim moans sleepily in response, and Dick greedily swallows the sound.
Dick leans back, quickening his pace as he grows determined to bring the boy over the edge. He wants Tim to feel the love Dick is smothering him with, to be overwhelmed by the pleasure that Dick can provide him. And considering Tim is currently a teenager, it doesn't take long at all for him to finish.
Dick's eyes remain fixated on Tim's face as the boy spills into his hand and across his own chest. He has always loved watching Tim come undone, but there's something different about seeing it on such a young version of his face. His head is thrown back in a silent cry, his eyes squeezed together and his face scrunched tight. It's mesmerizing.
And then, before Dick can do anything else, Tim's face is softening, and his eyes are slowly blinking open.
"Dick?" he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep. Dick freezes, unsure what to do. "What are you doing here?"
It takes Tim another moment to realize the position they are in. His eyes widen.
"Dick‽" Tim repeats, pitch higher in his shock and confusion. "What is going on?"
Dick doesn't respond verbally, instead reaching up a hand to caress Tim's face. It's only after he does that he remembers that Tim just spilled into that same one mere moments ago. Tim scrambles backwards, until his back is against the headboard of the bed. Dick lets him go, his hand falling to the bed.
Fuck, what had he been thinking? This Tim already hates him. He probably just made it ten times worse. This isn't his Tim. He needs to remember that.
"Dick…?" Tim's voice is gentle, almost…concerned in its softness. It's then that Dick realizes tears have formed in his own eyes. Dick reaches up, this time with his clean hand, to wipe them away.
"I'm sorry." Dick's not sure if he's apologizing for what he just did, or what he did to Tim all the way back then, or for crying, or really for any number of other things he could be apologizing for. It doesn't matter. He says it again. "I'm sorry."
"Why…?" Dick knows Tim isn't asking about why he's apologizing.
"I'm sorry." Dick repeats. "I just missed you so much. I couldn't stand being without you."
"Didn't seem like it." Tim snarks. Dick's expression is surely one of confusion, because Tim continues. "You haven't tried to talk to me once since this whole thing happened."
"I didn't think you would want me to." Dick replies.
"When have you ever cared about what I want?" Dick hates the aggravation in Tim's voice, mixed with the bitter hopelessness Dick never wants to hear come from his partners lips again.
"Oh Tim," Dick can't hide the hurt that laces his own words. "I'm so sorry I ever made you doubt how much I care about you. How much I love you."
Tim's eyes widen at the confession, and Dick's heart breaks. Dick wants nothing more in this moment than to go into the past to beat some sense into himself over hurting someone who means the world to him. Both then and now.
Tim's eyes flicker down to his undressed state, and realization crashes over his expression. "Then…?"
"I love you so much baby bird," Dick responds to the unfinished question. "I couldn't let any version of you think differently."
There's awe in Tim's eyes now, and tentatively Dick scoots closer to him. He doesn't try to scoot back any more, so Dick takes it as a win as he asks, "let me show you?"
Tim hesitates for only a moment before he nods his head. Dick gives him a smile. It's not the one that he gives to the public. Nor is it the one he uses to hide how uncomfortable he is in any given situation. No, this is a smile that only Tim gets to see. One full of all the love and devotion he holds for the man this boy will one day become. Only, this is the first time this Tim has ever seen this particular smile. And it seems to stun him completely.
Dick leans forward slowly, giving Tim time to back out if he wants before connecting their lips. It's different now that Tim is awake, just as it's different from how his own Tim kisses. Even so, it's perfect to Dick.
As the two continue the kiss, Dick reaches his cum covered hand down to press lightly against Tim's hole. The teen gasps, although it's muffled by Dick's mouth. Dick pulls away for a moment.
"Shhhh, baby boy," Tim shivers at the nickname, one that his own Tim loves just as much. "We don't want anyone coming and disturbing us do we?"
Tim shakes his head, and Dick rewards him with another kiss.
Dick goes to slide a finger all the way inside of Tim, only to be met with more resistance than expected. Right. This Tim's body isn't used to taking Dick all the time. Who knows if this Tim has even been fucked before? Dick knows that the teen is nowhere near a virgin, but he's unsure if he has started exploring his bisexuality in more depth yet.
Dick leans back in order to glance around the room. He's not sure if there is any lube in here, and if there is he's not sure where it would be kept. Tim must notice his confusion, because the teen sits up to reach into a nearby drawer. He pulls out an almost empty bottle. It's probably old, but it'll do.
Dick pops the cap and squirts some onto his fingers. He doesn't bother letting the liquid warm up as he presses back into Tim. The boy shivers, muffling a moan at the feeling. Dick methodically works the boy open, making sure to give his prostate some attention as he does so.
It doesn't take long before Dick has three fingers inside of Tim. The boy's erection has returned full force, and he has a hand shoved in his mouth to stop the loud moans Dick knows he wants to let out.
"I think you're just about prepped, baby boy. You ready?"
"Please…" Tim whines.
"I've got you. I'm gonna take care of you." Dick pulls back so he can remove his own pants and underwear. He's long since grown erect, but he hadn't paid it any mind in favor of making Tim feel good. Dick rubs some lube onto his cock before lining himself up, raising Tim's legs high to rest the calves on his shoulders.
Dick presses his tip in, moaning quietly at the tight heat that greets him. He leans down to kiss Tim, basically folding the boy in half, knowing they'll both need their mouths occupied if they want to stay quiet. He's proven right as he presses in further, swallowing up every whine and gasp Tim tries to let out. He presses his tongue into his mouth, devouring the boy as he bottoms out inside of him.
He starts a slow pace, more of a rocking than a thrusting. He doesn't want to hurt him any more than he already has. Tim is falling apart beneath him, and Dick memorizes the sight. Fuck, even this young, Tim is still beautiful.
They both grow to the edges of their orgasms rather quick. Dick deepens his thrusts, making sure to hit Tim's prostate with every one. Reaching down between them, Dick starts stroking the teen's cock as well and after only a few pumps the boy is cumming.
The feeling of the boy tightening around him brings Dick over the edge with him. He feels himself flood Tim's insides. He keeps moving through it, only stopping when he feels his cock give one last spurt into the boy.
Dick leans back, keeping the boy's legs on his shoulders as he admires the sight beneath him. Tim's hair is drenched with sweat and his whole body is flushed red. He's gorgeous.
Tim notices Dick's staring and somehow manages to flush even more in response. Dick chuckles softly, gently lowering Tim's legs down onto the bed. He pulls Tim's torso up instead, maneuvering them so that Tim is laying on top of his chest. Dick's softened cock doesn't leave Tim once in the movement.
Dick wraps his arms around the body on top of him.
"Dick?" Tim asks quietly.
"Go back to sleep, baby boy." Dick whispers into Tim's hair. He smooths down Tim's hair softly as he goes on. "I'm staying right here inside of you, so you won't forget how much I love you ever again."
Tim doesn't say anything. Instead, he nuzzles his head into Dick's neck. Dick leans his head down to place a kiss on top of the boy's head before settling down for sleep himself.
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END NOTE:
As always, I suck at endings. But that's not the point of these one-shots so I'm not too worried about it. Feel free to keep sending me these asks, and hopefully I'll be able to get to them all.
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every time a rwby character shows up on those fuckass polls it always gets a bunch of shitheads crawling out of the woodwork to shit on the show with fucking unnecessary, spiteful comments about it (not to mention the people making the polls seem to be fucking allergic to presenting shit with any fairness and stacking the polls against the rwby characters on at least two occasions now)
