Welcome to 'Round Three' of The Dark Knight Rises Kink Meme. This round will close when it reaches four thousand comments and after two weeks, another prompt post will open.
Re: robin/barsad, robin/bane, eventual robin/bane/barsad **arranged marriage au**amazinmangoJanuary 4 2013, 10:45:37 UTC
In the spirit of the centaur!AU, I just doodled a thing where Barsad is responding to Robin's summons ('Barsad! Get in here!') and he's running with a box in his hands and yelling, "Wait! I'm bringing a bunch of other adjectives!"
...I am so clever. :p I would love to fill this, if you can stomach waiting for real and steady updates until post-robot!AU. ;D I heart your brain, seriously.
Re: robin/barsad, robin/bane, eventual robin/bane/barsad **arranged marriage au**amazinmangoJanuary 5 2013, 00:38:05 UTC
snoopy daaaaaaance :D!!
As to the box, well, Barsad ain't telling. Also because the doodle is crap. ;D Meantime, perhaps another will be ambitious and snag this lovely prompt? So you don't have to wait eighty billion years...though, in that time, I shall return and place words at thy feet. You honor me, dude. :D
Short Snippet is ShortamazinmangoJanuary 6 2013, 21:15:42 UTC
[and also skips right to the juicy stuff. imagine this as the consummation, with Barsad waiting outside the door, however angsty and anticipatory as you please.]"You're mine now," Robin said, astride him still. He breathed, Bane's seed held warm inside his form. "This belongs to me." His chest was sweaty. He was beautiful in Bane's eyes, all of him shining in the firelight. The base, tight hold of his body on Bane's softening member was a part of it, physical and real, but it was his eyes that arrested Bane. The heat there made Bane feel possessed, and, perhaps for the first time in his life, protected. It was an unusual feeling, and in that moment it was utterly necessary
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Snippy SnipamazinmangoJanuary 20 2013, 20:56:20 UTC
kohl On the day before their wedding night--secret, as anything could have been, concealed and hidden from even those closest to them, something for the two alone--Robin had laughed when Barsad had asked which of them should wear kohl, putting his hands on his lover’s face, feeling the pleasant scratch of Barsad’s ever-present beard.
The light caught on it in the night, with the torchieres of Robin’s innermost chamber burning hot and bright. He’d touched Barsad like this thousands of times before, and yet, here with them kneeling on his bed and facing each other, his dark-rimmed eyes more hauntingly beautiful than anything Robin had ever seen...
He wanted to say so many things, small things but deep things at once, like I love you and you’re my everything, things Barsad knew, things that Barsad would say like it came so easily to him, like loving Robin was as breathing. Robin knew this, and Barsad knew this--their connection lay within their souls, and words weren’t needed, but on this night, Robin didn’t have words and he wanted
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...I am so clever. :p I would love to fill this, if you can stomach waiting for real and steady updates until post-robot!AU. ;D I heart your brain, seriously.
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oh my goodness, yes! *epic snoopy dance of joy* i'm obsessed with the a/e robot au
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As to the box, well, Barsad ain't telling. Also because the doodle is crap. ;D Meantime, perhaps another will be ambitious and snag this lovely prompt? So you don't have to wait eighty billion years...though, in that time, I shall return and place words at thy feet. You honor me, dude. :D
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So.
Many.
Feeeeeeeeeeeeels!
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On the day before their wedding night--secret, as anything could have been, concealed and hidden from even those closest to them, something for the two alone--Robin had laughed when Barsad had asked which of them should wear kohl, putting his hands on his lover’s face, feeling the pleasant scratch of Barsad’s ever-present beard.
The light caught on it in the night, with the torchieres of Robin’s innermost chamber burning hot and bright. He’d touched Barsad like this thousands of times before, and yet, here with them kneeling on his bed and facing each other, his dark-rimmed eyes more hauntingly beautiful than anything Robin had ever seen...
He wanted to say so many things, small things but deep things at once, like I love you and you’re my everything, things Barsad knew, things that Barsad would say like it came so easily to him, like loving Robin was as breathing. Robin knew this, and Barsad knew this--their connection lay within their souls, and words weren’t needed, but on this night, Robin didn’t have words and he wanted ( ... )
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